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Levi had harbored a secret within himself since discovering it in his young adulthood. Until he graduated college not even his closest friends had any inkling of his orientation let alone his fetishes. . . let alone his fetishes for men who made him feel even smaller than he already was. During his early sexual awakening as a teen Levi was convinced that he needed to find a partner who was even smaller than he was, a female partner too. That was how it worked, that was the norm, and being already outside the norm due to his stature made it all the harder for him to find anyone. At the time it had not occurred to him that he might as well continue to defy normality and think about dating other boys. That was, until he had discovered the 'gay' category on pornography sites. Being alone in his room and curious he had browsed the videos. Instantly he had been confronted with how much more arousing he found the male/male videos, which began him on his journey to questioning his orientation. The men in the videos could be of any size and shape and height and it didn't matter who was in control or not, as opposed to the large man with a smaller woman ideal that society imposed.

Levi already had a cool, calm personality so it was easy enough to conceal his struggle when it began, and not one person who knew him had been aware that he was anything other than straight. Then again, he never dated anyone. Ever. As time progressed and Levi came to a grounded decision in his late teens that he was indeed more attracted to men than to women, he then began to wonder what his role might be in a relationship to another man. This led to a few awkward encounters in college; the typical shy first kisses in the dorm room when his roommate was gone, being passionately groped on dark corners of the campus, and of course giving and receiving the self-conscious attempts at hand-and-blowjobs. All the while he was still conscious about just how much smaller he was than his partners and could not find a level of peace with it.

This was all in his first two years of college with other freshmen, and it was fantastically awful, at least in retrospect. He had not liked being smothered by sloppy kisses and frantic declarations of affection. He found both irritating. Not that he had ever held to the fantasy of perfection that so many porn sites offered up in their content, but he had wanted to find something real. He had felt like he was going mad, stuck in a cruel phrase where his body screamed out for touch but then when he received it and then it was all over he did not feel satisfied. It all had felt good, surely, but that somehow hadn't sufficed as it was still awkward and messy. The only option was to try again, and again, hoping the next time it would be better...until Levi had been weary with it all. Yet still his body had craved contact with another. He had a reputation by this point of being a 'cold' lover, one of the beings of romance fiction who loved and left without truly caring. Levi had not seen fit to hide his persuasion anymore, but had seen no point in actually 'coming out' to his family or friends. He had just let them each find out as the subject came up. By this time his 'coldness' had helped him cope with anyone who disapproved, his father being one, and he had simply continued on with his studies. It had been the middle of his Sophomore year when everything had changed.

It had been during mid-terms, when stress was high across the board for every student, that Levi experienced true passion for the first time. As though dropping from the heavens, a senior had approached him while he was in the throes of frantic studies in the common room of his dorm. At first Levi had felt a bit put down and intimidated by the fellow student. Not by anything that he had said or done, but just by his mere appearance; he was huge, broad, and had dwarfed Levi even more than most other people. Levi had played hard to get from the moment the bleach-blond athlete had begun chatting casually with him. There had been something arrogant about the young man, Levi had thought, as though Levi falling for him would be a given because of his chiseled exterior. Levi could have been imagining these airs as it was difficult for him to think of athletes as anything but selfish jerks. Truthfully, however, the senior had been quite gentle of speech and had not pressured him at all. Just the lightest tease to his words every now and again had alerted Levi to the fact that he was being seduced. And damn, had it worked. Levi had been as cold and impassive as ever, never letting slip just how much attraction he felt toward the other, but the twinkle in those ocean blues told Levi that his fellow student knew better.

That senior...as soon as midterms were over and they met up, they had not been in a dorm room. No, Levi had been astonished to find himself in the older student's house. He commuted apparently, and his parents had been visiting relatives to give him space to study. This was the first aspect that made Levi's encounter with that man different; they had time to themselves without worrying about being caught, about a roommate coming home early or a teacher finding them somewhere on campus. Here Levi had not simply been shoved up against the nearest wall and had his body plundered, instead he had been slowly kissed by full lips, as though simply that action alone was the sweetest of all. His hair had been stroked, his neck had been teased and licked in the gentlest of manners, fueling a burning desire in his belly. He had been laid back onto a deep mattress and slowly stroked and stripped as though they had all the time in the world and this senior wanted to take all of it to adore him. Levi had never been treated with such skill and patience before, let alone the contrast of sweet and dirty words constantly whispered to him in a deep, husky voice. In rumbling tones he had been told how it was obvious that he'd never been handled by anyone worthy of his beautiful body, that before the night was out Levi's mask of coldness would be melted by the heat of a real man's touch, and other such embarrassing, arousing, and truthful phrases that set Levi's blood boiling and his cock jumping.

What had stood out, more clear and powerful to Levi, were the comments made about his size. It had been an unspoken rule before that it was not to be mentioned, that both he and his partner would ignore how much smaller he was in favor of sparing his feelings. Not with this senior, though. He had spoken over and over about how perfectly Levi's small body fit in his hands and against his own large form, about how it must be incredible for Levi to be able to be engulfed in the attention of a larger partner, about how Levi was like a perfect little male doll he could play with. He had even prefaced this last statement with an assurance that he still found Levi every bit as strong and masculine as himself, and yet his size was incredibly erotic for him. Levi had been forced to struggle with how arousing these words were, when before any mention of his size burned him up. Why was it so different? Perhaps because the senior had spoken like his shortness was his finest attribute, and no one had done that before without sounding sarcastic and getting punched in the gut shortly after.

Levi had made attempts to shut the senior up when he had started to go on about his size, but the senior would always do something to him, nip at his neck or rub at his shoulders, to make him forget why he cared. That senior had planted a seed in Levi which grew over the following months. They continued to see each other, to the surprise of every one of Levi's previous partners and possibly to Levi himself. He had thought if nothing else he would be the one to be forsaken. Clearly such a skilled and athletic young man had his pick of partners, so Levi had assumed he would be discarded after the senior discovered his inexperience in bed. However, he had been enormously surprised when he had been what he considered heavily courted over the next week. There had been a break between mid-terms, and Levi had been one of those students who stayed on campus rather than going home. His senior had taken great advantage of the time they had, always hanging around Levi and taking him out for meals or on walks or to his house to watch movies. Nearly every encounter had ended with the two of them tangled together. The finesse had not been lost from the first night, but there had been a hunger that began to build in them, the desperate need that builds when two people are deeply attracted to each other. Levi had never felt the desire for anyone like he had for the one he nicknamed 'blondie'. He had known it was a somewhat derogatory name, like someone calling him 'shorty', but the senior had seemed to love it, despite the fact that Levi had just called him that because he could not change overnight. He had always been somewhat solemn and a bit rude.

While this relationship had been the longest he'd ever had, it too ended. They lost touch when the senior graduated, even though Levi had tried to call a few times when he grew angry at not hearing from him. The damned blond had seemed so infatuated with him too, so Levi had actually been hurt, knowing he'd been dumped. Since then he had never had much luck finding long-term relationships. Although his views on his size had changed, at least in the bedroom. As though the opinion had been trained into him by the senior, Levi could not stop thinking about how easily larger men could handle him, play with him...and he began to love the idea of being small. He blamed the senior for installing him with a 'size kink', but however it may have started, it was now impossible for him to get rid of it. Levi loved the idea of being a giant's sexual plaything, but it was still hard for him to break through the barrier of his pride and actually try and find a partner. He managed to every once in a while over the years, when his sexual frustration got the better of him. He would huddle at the bar in some club that catered to people of his persuasion, and hope that someone approached him. Someone always did.

While these brief encounters soothed Levi's desire for a while, he always went back for more. At least...for the first few years after college. Once he climbed the ladder into a managerial position in the business world he had very little time for such dalliances, throwing himself into his work. Whatever intimacy he did share with anyone after that was brief, hardly even worthy of the word 'intimacy' at all. It became too much trouble, just like back in his freshman year, to find someone who fit his ideal, who knew how to treat him. He was a difficult man to please, despite the fact that all he wanted was someone to play with him, someone to treat him gently but still get rough when they sensed he wanted it. Someone who could respect his pride, but also strip it from him. Someone...who understood his attraction to doctors.

That was another aspect to his sexual life that had come out of nowhere to consume Levi; even the sight of a lab coat was enough to make him hard with the endless scenarios that it evoked in his head. He could have blamed his old friend, pornography, but really there was no telling where the fetish had come from. Levi had a weakness for any man holding power or authority over others; policemen, lawyers, teachers, and of course, doctors. They were all ripe for fantasy. With that kind of brain Levi thought, it would be impossible to find anyone, let alone an actual doctor, who could indulge his daydreams. If he ever did mention it to a nightly partner, the other man might smile, call him a kinky bastard, and then brush it off.

It seemed no one could understand Levi's longing to be treated as a 'special patient' by a man in a lab coat. No one could compare to that image. Or one other image that plagued him...Through more than a decade of searching, and Levi always found himself coming back to one infuriating truth: that damned senior had actually been the best out of all the men who'd ever had him.

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To say that Levi followed 'doctor's orders' over the next two days was an understatement. He was afflicted more than usual with his nonexistent 'condition', and had to 'treat' himself more frequently than he had since he had been in his twenties. He had to consider how he was going to report that to Dr. Smith when he went in on Friday. He had already exhausted most of his ambiguous vocabulary for his arousal, and he was certainly not about to blurt out that that was what he thought the problem was. That would defeat the purpose of the game entirely. He would just have to rely on Dr. Smith to ask the right questions. At this point Levi expected to be impressed…and cured. Cured by having those huge hands treat him personally. They had felt so very warm when they touched his shoulder and wrist, and he wanted to feel them again, other places. He would have to turn up the suffering patient act a notch, he supposed.

The excitement that Levi felt in his belly as he sat once more in the sterile exam room was a welcome change from the apprehension he had normally felt coming here. At least he knew, in part, what to expect. He shivered a little with the cold temperature of the room, the familiar gown doing nothing to keep him warm. Levi comforted himself with the hope that his body would warm itself as soon as arousal hit him. No sooner had he thought that than the door was opened and Dr. Smith entered. He was still wearing a medical mask, and Levi wanted nothing more than to pull it right off and see his face.

"Good evening, Mr. Scout." He said smoothly, once more shaking Levi's hand before seating himself. Just like before he carried Levi's file and opened it on the counter. "So, how have you been doing the last few days?"

Determined to give the good doctor something to ponder, Levi allowed his face to merge into an expression of concern and mild embarrassment.

"Well, Dr., um…I'm afraid that not much has changed." He said, rubbing the back of his head for good measure in a nervous gesture. "If anything, it's gotten worse."

"Still experiencing rapid heartbeat, fever, and sudden dizziness?" The other man asked, scanning his own handwritten notes in the chart seriously. Levi was impressed that he would even take the time, considering that he had only seen him two days ago. There was not that much to remember, let alone any real mystery about what he was experiencing. Why would Dr. Smith go to the trouble at all?

"I'm afraid so." Levi tried to sound as victimized as he could manage, and it earned him a slight glance from the doctor, who sat up and then leaned back in his chair.

"How about the swelling?"

The Raven-haired man bit his lip nervously before admitting, quietly and shyly,

"It's still happening. More than ever, actually."

"More frequently, you say?" Dr. Smith asked, writing with his pen. "About how many times in each day since you were here?"

Levi felt a genuine blush creep into his cheeks and he paused, being sure to try and look everywhere but at Dr. Smith. Not until he caught the glint of those bright eyes looking up at him again did he say,

"About twice a day, sometimes more…"

Frowning, the doctor rose onto his long legs and once more whipped out his stethoscope. He did not instruct Levi on when to breathe, but simply laid the round end to his chest, pressing one of those large hands gently on his back. As he listened, he asked,

"Have the topical treatments helped at all?"

Levi had yet to decide whether he was going to lie and say he had not been doing the treatments, or stress that he felt they were making his condition worse, so he quickly combined the two options. He shifted from side to side on the exam table, aware that the corner of the gown had slipped ever so minutely down over the bare cap of his shoulder. He made no move to correct it. Instead he met those blue eyes and stated honestly enough,

"They help for a while, but then the swelling always comes back."

"What exactly happens when you say it 'helps'?" Dr. Smith asked, cocking his head at Levi curiously. The shorter man's heart thumped rapidly in his chest. He'd barely been speaking with the man a minute and his cock was hardening already. The warmth of that hand was spreading into his skin through the thin cloth and Levi felt like moaning it felt so nice. So incredibly simple, but so very nice.

"Well, when I apply the ointment…the swelling only seems to get worse. My flesh gets so sensitive and…and fluid will come out of my penis."

"Leaking, like you talked about before?"

"No, much more. It shoots out in a stream, but it's definitely not urine."

"What color is it?"

"White mostly."

"Does it hurt when the fluid is expelled?"

"Not really."

"Hmm…"

Dr. Smith retreated to his file once more, and Levi felt his patience wear thin. So many questions about stupid details that didn't matter one tiny bit. If something didn't happen very soon he was going to lose it.

"This is the ointment you've been using?" Dr. Smith asked, picking up the small jar from the counter where Levi had placed it when he came in. He had assumed that if that didn't give the man a hint then nothing would.

"Yes, just the usual over the counter antibiotic stuff."

"Considering what you said it might be better to try a cortisone cream instead. It is better for soothing swollen tissue."

Levi felt his heart rate speed up.

"I don't suppose you…have any samples, do you, Dr. ?"

"Hmm….no, no I don't think so."

That did it for Levi. He frowned, sighed gently, and then said, clear and determined as he could,

"Hoover Dam."

Dr. Smith's entire body went rigid and his eyes widened as they lifted to look at Levi, who was already silently fuming.

"Well, this is a surprise." He said a second later, with a broad smile showing at his eyes. "I've never had a partner use a safety word on me before."

Levi scoffed and turned a hard glare onto the smiling man.

"I find that hard to believe if this is how infuriatingly slow you play things! You must have thought you were clever when you made me wait for two days before coming back, but to drag it all out after that is just torture, and that's not what I signed up for!"

"As I hear it," The other man said, crossing his arms and looking smug, "nothing here is what you signed for. Your profile is so very specific with the kinds of scenarios you want and how you want them to play out it's a miracle anyone takes you on at all. You haven't even been a member here that long which makes you a hot target, and yet you've still managed to scare off all your potential partners."

"They were all terrible." Levi grumbled. "Barely even asked about any condition before they began pawing at me. You at least put forth a grand effort that I appreciate, but what the hell is wrong with you? I don't even think a real appointment would take this long before the doctor would examine the problem area!"

'Dr. Smith' had not stopped grinning. At least, that's what his eyes revealed above the mask.

"I wanted you to be absolutely absorbed in the fantasy, and it seemed to be working. Can you blame me for trying to be as authentic as you apparently want your doctors?"

Levi continued to frown, and looked away.

"I suppose not."

"Were you perhaps just overly excited this time around?" Levi stiffened, in more ways than one, and the blond man continued, "I see…so my plan worked too well, did it? Got you so worked up that you couldn't even handle the authenticity before pausing the act to screech at me? Just wanted to be touched as soon as possible hm?"

Levi did not answer, but he felt his face glowing redder and redder. A hearty laugh met his ears and the man swiveled a bit in his chair.

"I must tell you that my ego has just shot up into space considering how hard you are to please. At least you aren't kicking me out, but rather demanding that I get to the point, hm? Well, if you had waited one second longer I was about to go where you wanted. C'mon, give me that chance."

A short pause followed, and Levi hated himself for having acted too soon and shattering the game. He had used his safety phrase every time he came here, but that was normally to put an end to the session, not merely pause it like he was doing now. All he need do is repeat the phrase to begin the game once more. That was how it worked here. Strangers indulged other strangers in whatever fantasies they shared, each party playing their respective roles. If one or the other wanted out, all it took was one word or a phrase. Levi's lust for fantasy had led him here in the first place and still he had been disappointed by how badly his previous partners had played their roles. So far nothing whatsoever had come of his efforts. 'Dr. Smith', however, he was almost too perfect, playing the role so well that he had frustrated Levi. He wanted to be touched so badly and the other man hadn't even made a move. He even had the nerve to claim this was due to his dedication to the role... Levi supposed that he couldn't object to that, or the statement that it was only his increased excitement that made him so impatient today. That and being made to wait for two whole days. If he wanted to see how much more capable this Smith was he'd have to continue.

Levi straightened himself up and cleared his throat, managing a perfectly superior look before he said,

"Alright, I'm...sorry I guess...I do want to keep playing."

The other man raised one eyebrow tauntingly and said,

"If that's the case, you know what you need to say."

Levi nodded and gave himself a small shake.

"Hoover Dam."

Their faces eased back into calm expressions, and the game continued.

"I don't mean to sound desperate, Dr," Levi said softly, "I just don't know what else to do."

'Dr. Smith' schooled his expression like a pro, and replied,

"It's alright, Robert. I can see how this condition is effecting you and I'm here to help. I think it would be best if I examine where you're swelling."

Levi felt a thrill of excitement race through him, but he tempered it by asking shyly,

"My...my penis?"

"Yes." Dr. Smith answered, pulling a pair of latex gloves out of the box on the counter. Extra Large, Levi noticed with a minute shiver of delight. "Just lie back for a moment."

Now they were getting somewhere, Levi thought. He felt a twinge of guilt for having safeworded, feeling like an absolute bastard now that his partner was actually doing what he wanted. Especially since 'Dr. Smith' had told him he was about to do this anyway. Levi tried not to think about that, not right now, when he was laying back on the propped up exam table with this tall, blond beauty pulling out the stirrups at the end...oh god...

"Just slip your feet into the handles, here." Dr. Smith instructed him, patting the outside of one of his ankles. Levi obeyed, sliding his heels into the padded embrace of the stirrups which left his knees bent to the sides. He was aware that the gown already did little to hide anything, and he saw that Dr. Smith was already rolling his chair into position, his eyes scanning between his legs. Levi could not help but blush. He had not actually reached the point of exposing himself to anyone in quite a number of months, and he had never presented himself like this before. The fantasy element was exciting Levi beyond any level he had thought it would.

"I'm just going to take a look, alright?" Dr. Smith told him, and Levi breathed out as a warm hand rested gently on the inside of his left calf. "Hm...it certainly looks like you're swollen. I'm going to palpate the area. Tell me if it hurts."

"Ok." Levi responded, his heart thumping in his chest. Finally, after waiting for so long those large, warm fingers began to touch him. His breath caught in his throat when Dr. Smith took his penis in his hand gently, and carefully pressed here and there along the length with his fingertips, as though just examining. Levi fought hard to keep his eyes from rolling back even from this simple touch. It felt so good. After months of abstinence and the few encounters he had before that being hot and quick, this slow examination of his starved flesh was more than welcome.

"Sensitive?" Dr. Smith asked.

"Yes." Levi replied.

"Hmmm...How about here?" Dr. Smith pressed both of his thumbs carefully down into the swollen sac beneath Levi's erection.

"There too..." Levi breathed, biting his lip gently. He was loving this already. The tease, the play, the touch.

"I need to lift your gown a bit more." Dr. Smith told him. Levi loved how he prefaced each action like that, almost asking his permission or assuring him that he wouldn't do anything to hurt him. The hem of the gown was lifted by latex-clothed hands, and draped back onto Levi's stomach, exposing the length of his legs and his erection. "That's better. I see that fluid you described to me."

Levi had to wonder how on earth this man could remain so calm and in his role. It was magnificent, beyond anything he had hoped he could find. It was just the tone that was required; any bogus medical conditions or terms could be rattled off incorrectly for all he cared as long as that tone commanded authenticity. He could be told he had 'arousal syndrome' or 'erectile penis malady for all he cared as long as it was told to him with utter and absolute assurance. That was what he was after. Not the facts, not reality, but absolute fantasy thinly wrapped with realistic expectations.

"Yes," Levi said quietly, "do you think it's...it's normal like you said?"

"It appears normal, however," Dr. Smith said thoughtfully, "it might be a good idea to take a sample for testing, just to be absolutely sure. There's not a great amount at the moment, though. Certainly not enough to send to a lab."

With that comment the foundation was laid, and Levi knew this would be good. He picked up the end of Dr. Smith's suggestion and said,

"If you want enough for a sample...a lot comes out after applying the cream."

"That was my thought." Dr. Smith agreed, rolling over to the counter again and this time opening up a cupboard. He pulled out a small, transparent testing dish. "If I can get a few good drops in here we'll be set."

When Dr. Smith repositioned himself between Levi's legs once more, he balanced the dish on his own thigh and reached into his lab coat pocket. He withdrew a small tube of what looked like lotion.

"You had asked about cortisone ointment samples," he said, actually allowing a small ounce of teasing into his voice, "this is not enough for you to take home, not after using it here in the office visit. I'll most likely use all of it, if you'll allow me..."

"Of course, whatever you have to do." Levi mumbled, pushing himself back into a better sitting position on the tilted exam table. He wanted to watch all of this.

"I'll be gentle, don't worry."

"I wasn't."

"Good then."

Levi's heart nearly jumped into his throat when he saw the lotion being squeezed onto the tips of two large fingers. His flesh cried out for it, his cock jumping slightly in anticipation. A latex-covered hand rested itself on his inner thigh, and the soft skin there warmed instantly to the touch.

"Just relax, I'm going to apply the lotion slowly, and tell me if you feel any discomfort."

Levi did not answer, too afraid that some kind of obscene squeak might escape him. A second later cool slickness was dabbed ever so gently at the base of his cock. He drew in a very small breath sharply through his nose, trying to comprehend so light a touch. The tips of those fingers warmed the cream as they trailed slowly around the very root of Levi's erection. Levi's head went back into the embrace of the stiff padding, and his eyes closed. Despite wanting to watch, he was so wound up he thought that might be a bad idea at the moment as those fingers began to touch him. They picked up a deliberately taunting rhythm unlike anything Levi had felt before. One second the incredibly slick and warm fingers would press gently into his flesh, then they'd vanish, only to reappear in an entirely different area of his cock, only ever a light stroke that applied a thin coat of the cream. Like hell if any real doctor would apply cream in such an insufficient manner, but Levi was far from caring. It was teasing, nearly taunting. The barely-perceptible stroke of a smooth finger, then nothing, leaving his flesh tingling for the next touch, which startled his flesh in another area. The underside of his sac was brushed, then one side of his cock, then a tickle at his sensitive tip, then a press at the middle of his sac, the base of his cock, the other side, and on and one it went until Levi felt like he was going mad.

"How are you?" Dr. Smith asked calmly after a moment or two straight of the delicious torture.

Levi's chest was rising and falling with the breath he was trying to stifle as it left his mouth. His legs were trembling slightly and his hands were gripping the sides of the table. He mustered up all of his composure and answered,

"Alright...just...sensitive."

"I thought as much." Dr. Smith replied. "That's why I'm trying to go slowly. Just tell me if you need me to stop."

Levi nearly scoffed at the man. As if anything short of a sudden natural disaster blowing this room away would cause him to stop this now. Instead he just made a vague humming sound of agreement as the touches continued. Now they were coming closer together and the strokes were longer. More than two fingers now joined in, all on one hand, stroking more and more cream onto his sac, circling all around the swollen area and pressing teasingly along the seam. Finally they left his sac, and began traveling up the underside of his cock once more. His breath hitched when this time an entire hand wrapped up his length and lifted it from his stomach.

"I need to give attention to the head as well." Dr. Smith told him, and damn him for sounding so perfectly in control. Levi blessed him for it as well, though, as the fingers returned, this time just lightly dabbing cream onto the very crown of his throbbing erection. The skin there was so sensitive and so tight that even that light touch made Levi imagine he could actually come from it alone. Here the pattern broke, however, and the fingertips began to gently rub around the head. Levi squeezed his eyes shut with a very small whimper, and then eased them open to finally take a look. His cock was being held in one of the dr.'s giant hands while the other was running it's fingers over and over the tip of his cock. The sight was devastatingly erotic, and Levi had to shut his eyes again instantly, and he had to let out a quiet moan as his length jumped in the blond man's grasp.

"Tender there, hm?" Dr. Smith asked quietly, rubbing his thumb a bit deeper into the flesh.

"Oh yes!" Levi gasped, both answering the question and stating his enjoyment. He heard a low chuckle from the other man, and this somehow comforted him. While Levi enjoyed the utter fantasy of a doctor doing something like this to him, he found that with this man it was reassuring to know that he too was taking delight in the game. Having partners who were shit at playing their roles here in the past and now finding this 'Dr. Smith', Levi felt he could now give him much more leeway than he had the others, considering how well he was doing. Levi had not made it this far before, so he had not even known that it would be this difficult to maintain his own role. All he wanted was to curse and moan, but a patient would not be doing that, no, not at this stage. Later on, perhaps.

The tip of just one finger began to gently caress the lip of his cock head, following it around a few times.

"I assume you were circumcised at birth?" Dr. Smith asked. "Or was it done later in your life?"

It was hard to imagine what could have possibly brought that question up, but Levi could care less as long as those fingers were teasing him.

"When I was born, yes." He answered through his teeth. A thoughtful hum from the dr. coincided with his fingertip dipping directly into the little cleft at the very tip of his cock and somehow sounded smug to Levi's lust-buzzing ears.

"That is helpful to know. When a man is circumcised after a certain age complications can arise, which was what made me think to ask. However, if it was done at your birth that could not be in any way connected to your current problems."

"Glad to hear it." Levi breathed, as the small opening at the tip of his cock was rubbed and stroked by a clever finger that seemed to know its path too well.

"God, that's sensitive, doctor..." Levi nearly whimpered, his thighs shaking at the contact.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No, please...keep going, I'm fine."

"Let's put a bit more cream on, shall we?"

Levi cracked one of his eyes open to see Dr. Smith releasing his cock and squeezing out more cream onto his fingers. This time he rubbed it between both of his gloved hand, slicking them up. One descended down behind his sac, and began to stroke at the smooth skin just above his anus. The other wrapped around the head of his cock again and began to twist up and down. Levi's head fell back once more and he huffed out a breath.

"Are you close to giving me a sample?" The question sounded so utterly clinical that Levi gave a full-bodied shudder and he nodded.

"I think so, doctor." He was proud of himself for managing the words even if they were a little strained.

"You're doing so well, just a little longer."

The small praise should not have pleased Levi as much as it did, but it went straight to his cock and he bit his lips, clenching the sides of the table harder. Any second now for sure.

"There you go, just a little more...if you are able, tell me when you're about to release the fluid."

"Yes, sir." Levi didn't even know where the 'sir' had come from, but it slipped out naturally. Perhaps it had fallen randomly out of his mental fantasy file about cops or teachers or some other domineering figure, but either way it felt right.

From here on out the stroking and rubbing was distinctly meant to bring Levi to climax. It was sweet and warm and slick, the pleasure blooming from his cock as well as his perineum which were so wonderfully stimulated. It was so distinctly different from the last few hand jobs Levi had received. The latex was new for one thing, making everything so much more slick than bare skin. Finally Levi could not hold back his gasping breaths, could not keep his expression schooled into a neutral frown any longer. His brows tightened and his mouth opened to accommodate small moans and stifled curses. A moments later and Levi's eyes flew open for a brief second before squeezing instantly shut as the pleasure rose in his flesh.

"Doctor! I'm going to-ahhnn!"

His climax crashed over him like a heavy wave, and he jerked his hips helplessly as he felt the molten proof of his pleasure shooting from his cock. Dr. Smith quickly placed the specimen tray beneath Levi's weeping cock and gently scooped up a good amount of the milky fluid. Even as he did so he continued to stroke Levi's blushing flesh.

"Doctor, what are you-stop, that's too..."

"Relax and tell me how it feels, now that the fluid is out." Dr. Smith told him, his fingers still rubbing at the agonizingly sensitive head of Levi's spent cock. Levi could not stop jerking and moaning at the overstimulation and tried to decide if he liked it or not. It was a severe kind of pleasure, sharp and almost painful since his peak had come and gone, but he still managed to speak breathlessly.

"God, it hurts, I mean no...no it doesn't hurt but-uuugnn stop...it feels too good-ahhhnnplease...I can't bear it, doctor, please-ohmygodpleasestop..."

"So it is sensitive to the point of pain?" Dr. Smith pressed, rolling Levi's empty sac in his hand and adding to the overstimulation.

"Yes, yes but god it still feels good-ahhhnn...but I can't-I can't..."

"Alright, then, thank you. That is useful to know."

Mercifully the fingers eased their stroking of his tingling flesh and turned their attention to closing up the specimen tray instead, leaving Levi in peace for a few seconds as he lay there, sweating and panting heavily in the aftermath and the shocks of pleasure still thrumming through his groin. He vaguely became aware of the sound of water running in the little sink, but he couldn't lift his heavy eyelids to see why. The next moment a warm wet cloth was applied gently to his stomach to clean his spilled come, and then his genitals were being cleaned as well. Levi opened his eyes at this. No other partner had actually cleaned him apart from that idiot senior in college. It was a nice feeling, and he voiced his thanks with a breathy,

"Thanks, Dr. Smith..."

Dr. Smith leaned over him and placed the back of his hand (his bare hand, Levi noticed, he must have removed the soiled gloves) to Levi's forehead. His blue eyes narrowed in concentration above the rim of that mask, and he hummed thoughtfully again.

"Your temperature seems to be going down now, actually."

"That's how it always is." Levi gasped lightly.

"I have a theory on what this condition might be," Dr. Smith said, pulling back and gently pulling Levi's gown down to cover him again, "but I don't want to guess until we get the results back from your sample. It normally takes about three days. Can you come back in then and I'll go over the results with you? That way I can also advise you on proper treatment as well."

"Sounds...good." Levi huffed, recovering some of his breath but still feeling his heart beating heavily in his chest and his flesh still singing.

"Perfect, I'll arrange it with the front desk. For now, pick up some cortisone cream and apply it just as I did every time the swelling comes up. It can't hurt anything."

"Alright, doctor."

A large, warm hand was laid on Levi's shoulder and he lifted his eyes to meet the ones gazing warmly down at him.

"Until then, Robert, take care. I'll see you in three days."

Levi nodded and even gave a small grin. The hand on his shoulder gave it a firm squeeze and then the 'doctor' went to the door, and was gone.

TBC