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Alone now in the room, Levi put his hands to his face and finally let out a quiet stream of curses amidst chuckles of delight. It was too good to be true. This was only his first full visit and he felt thrills of excitement for his next. What on earth would 'Dr. Smith' think of next? What kind of 'condition' would he label Levi with? And what kind of treatment? Whatever he came up with Levi knew it would be good. The man had even taken into consideration what Levi had said on his profile about not wanting the other party to even hint at their own need, at least during the first few 'doctor's visits'. Levi had made a good case for authenticity again, about how even in fantasy situations he didn't want the doctor to just whip out his cock and suggest sucking on it to be a solution to Levi's ailment. Too often in porn the doctor would just begin sucking a patient off or making them do such to him, with no cause. While Levi understood it was porn, he felt there could at least be some effort to create a realistic setup. He was indeed a hard man to please with odd and specific ideas. He did want to end up involving the doctor, of course, but only after the man playing the role of the doctor had thought up a logical reason to suggest some kind of congress. Levi didn't care if the reason was vague or idiotic, it was the delivery of the information and the tone in which it was presented that mattered, the seriousness and professional manner in which it was done that would please him. This was why he had rejected the three other 'doctors' he had met up with previously; they had made a half-assed attempt at doctor-patient banter before trying to dive headlong into examining him and feeling him up, without any preface. That was what clubs were for, not high-end role-playing establishments like this one. Levi expected more from the members here despite the fact that they were all normal people like him. He cared not what kind of people they were, he just assumed they'd have much more experience.
While in truth, Levi admitted that he shouldn't know what to expect from a world he truly knew nothing about, he had at least thought he'd find some pros. Well, he had, hadn't he? 'Dr. Smith' was just the kind of person he had hoped to come across, but with his high expectations he had expected him right away. He hadn't thought he'd have to go through some trial-and-error first. In his naive brain he had thought that anyone a club as exclusive and expensive as this offered would be a perfect fit on the first try. Now that he'd found what he wanted, it was easier for Levi to agree with what he had been told by the voices of the unseen staff that worked here; that it took time to find a partner who was a good match for what he wanted, especially when he was new.
Levi stretched on the padded medical table, and sighed. He supposed he should get dressed and go home. He had all weekend now to relax and think about what might await him on Monday evening when he returned. It lit a fire in his belly that he had not felt since college. He frowned as he thought about that. Damn it. Why did all thoughts of a 'good partner' always lead back to that idiot senior? As Levi pulled on his boxers and pants he grumbled quietly to himself. He supposed it was just because that one relationship had been his best, which was slightly pathetic considering he was in his thirties and still had no luck finding anything like it since. Levi knew he was a difficult man to please. He knew that he was rude, and his face tended to be fixed into a permanent frown. His hard personality had been an obstacle to finding anything long-term, and it was hard not to remember a young man who had accepted him in his entirety, who had even found his abrasive nature 'adorable'. It had made no sense to Levi back then why that senior had adored him so much, even taken the time to endear himself to Levi as well. The memory only served to remind Levi that no one else had put forth so much effort for him since.
Levi still blamed that damned fool for spoiling him for any other man, and then running off and leaving him behind without a word. Levi smirked to himself as he buttoned up his crisp shirt and pulled on his suit jacket. Here's hoping Dr. Smith would give that long-lost idiot a run for his money. While Levi was well aware that this was all fantasy, that did not mean he was not longing to be wanted, to be cared for, to be held...all in good time, Levi thought with a small leap in his heart. Now that he had found this man, his mind raced ahead at top speed; wherever this doctor-patient play went, they could always enter another role-play entirely different if they both agreed. Levi's mind already began turning out images of the semi-faceless 'Dr. Smith' in full police garb handcuffing him to a cot in some makeshift cell, or in a sweater vest and glasses with a ruler in his hand as he bent Levi over a desk, or wearing an expensive business suit and putting down his briefcase to tell Levi there were other ways to 'get him off'...the possibilities made Levi's blood race.
This was all his fantasy, and his logical side, which ruled every other part of his being, just had to creep in and tell him that there was no grantees in this kind of play. Dr. Smith might not even want him more than a few times. He might not even play anything other than a doctor. Levi shook his head as he went through the door and followed the narrow hallway beyond. He had just enjoyed one of the most incredible fantasies that he'd had in his head for years. For now he was just going to enjoy himself and for once knock logic on its ass.
The tiny hallway was dimly lit, leading to a dead-end. Set into the wall at the end was what looked like an office window that would normally be used to speak with a secretary. The difference was that the window had the heavy metal shield pulled down, with only a small slot beneath that was far too small to see through but which could be used for paperwork. Levi had been impressed with this establishment's dedication to the privacy of their members. Except for certain 'party' environments where bar tenders and DJ's needed to be present, not a single staff member had any visual contact with the members. They spoke through intercoms set into the side of the wall beside these covered windows. While Levi found this unnerving sometimes, he also found it incredibly calming and reassuring. Men like him, who had reputations to uphold, did not need gossiping staff to leak their identities to the public. Levi had only found out about this place through one of the only persons he called a close friend. At first it had made Levi want to strangle him, but after considering it realized it had been a genuine token of affection.
Knowing the drill by now, Levi buzzed the intercom.
"Hello, Mr. Scout." Came a female voice through the speaker. "Dr. Smith would like you to return for a follow-up visit on Monday evening. He requests you be here at 8:00pm. How does that sound?"
"Perfect, I'll be here." Levi answered in a monotone. Despite the staff on the other side being unable to see his face, he felt if he tried to remove all emotive markers from his voice it would help protect him even further.
"Then we will see you Monday at 8:00pm. Thank you sir."
With that, Levi opened the other door set in to the wall next to the window, and went through it to another hallway. This entire building was like an intricate maze. Levi headed an architect firm and so the structure fascinated him. It had been constructed so that each room was accessible by its own hallway, and considering the number of rooms the hallways were narrow, but the sheer design that had gone into the very structure, just to heed the privacy of its members was more than admirable. The building itself from the outside was massive above ground, let alone the number of floors that were below ground. There were actually a lot of windows, but they were heavily glazed so as to prevent any clear images in or out. Levi always found entering and exiting to be the most awkward, however, as it would be impossible to keep that many members from ever seeing each other come and go. There was a special parking garage on one side of the building for staff, and another for the customers, but as discreet as it was Levi always ended up walking past one or two other members coming in or out of the large lobby area. The lobby was extremely posh, with the exception of the shielded windows of the offices that served as the 'front desk'. It was the same as any other business in that the customers could walk up and speak to the secretaries, but it was all done through speakers. No real names were taken, and payment for the use of the building's specialty rooms and props or equipment was all cash. Damn fine setup.
Levi was glad to reach his car without making eye contact with the two women who were giggling and walking toward the lobby door. On the drive home Levi could not keep his mind on anything but Dr. Smith. He had such lovely, large hands and broad shoulders. Those eyes were striking and made Levi yearn to see the rest of his face. He began thinking up excuses to ask a doctor to remove his mask. None of them seemed to make sense, but he supposed if he asked politely on the guise of simply wanting to it might be enough. That medical mask had added to the man's authenticity and yet really, it was unnecessary. Levi supposed the man might be more uptight about his privacy than Levi was. Whatever the reason, that mask had to come off.
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(((I know nothing about architecture, firms or otherwise, so my terminology might not be exact, but I did minimal research so if you happen to know a lot about it and are driven insane by some inaccuracy, please enlighten me so I can add more credibility to Levi's job. Thanks and enjoy!)))
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Despite the fact that it was a weekend, Levi had a great deal of work that he had to do in preparation for Monday morning. There were drafts to be drawn up, looked over, approved. Sunday night came around and found the small man sitting at his desk in his home office at 6:00 rubbing his face with his hands and wondering where all his free time had gone. His fantasies about the blond doctor had been pushed aside in wake of his workload, and now it was all he could do to face going into the office tomorrow and ignoring the trip he'd be making back to the role-playing building that night. It was hard enough to wait when he thought of it now, but he knew tomorrow would be torture. As he leaned back in his plush office chair he became aware of a pair of eyes staring at him. He turned his head and gazed down at the female Doberman who sat patiently to one side of his chair.
"What?" He asked quietly, to which she instantly began wagging her tail and walked right to him. "Am I not giving you enough attention?"
She nuzzled his hand and he turned his chair so he could pet her head reassuringly.
"Want to go for a run?" He asked, a little more energy in his voice. Her entire behind began to wiggle with the force of her wagging as she recognized the words and what they meant. Levi felt slightly guilty that he had not run her for a few days, so he stood up with a groan and stretched as he headed for the bedroom. The click of nails on the hardwood floor told Levi he was being followed. She was due to have her nails trimmed, he supposed. Levi quickly changed into an old pair of shorts and a T-shirt, all the while the dog wagged and waited. She was an odd-looking Doberman; her tail and ears had not been docked to conform her to the expected image of her breed. Levi had found no need to do so when he had adopted her as a puppy. She was too full of life to put her through something like that just for appearances. This house might have been bigger than an apartment, but it was still small for a dog as big as a Doberman. There was a good stretch of yard out back that Levi had fenced in for her to be able to be outside, but he knew the importance of regular walks. There was a nice trail through a nearby park that was just a few blocks away, and Levi enjoyed running or biking along it with her in tow.
It would be a run today, Levi decided, needing to get out of the house and shake off his dread of the next day. When he finished tying his running shoes he slipped a cord with his extra house key over his head and tucked it beneath his collar. His Ipod was then strapped to his upper arm and his earphones in his ears.
"C'mere, girl." Levi mumbled, as he reached the front door and lifted her leash from the coat rack. She sat still obediently as Levi hooked it to her collar, and followed him when he went through the door and locked it. Levi took a moment to scroll through his musical choices before settling on some dreadful but affectively catchy music from his pop selection. Once the playlist was set he started jogging along toward the start of the trail. It was late summer, and it had just begun to grow dark around 8 in the evening, so Levi knew this was the ideal time to get in a run. Apparently everyone else in the neighborhood had the same thought. There were many more people on the trail and in the park than there had been the last few runs Levi had taken, and he knew that everyone wanted to enjoy summer before fall and winter snatched it away.
As Levi made a full circuit of the park he increased his jog to a full out run, the dog at his side delighting in the change of pace. He was fortunate to have such a lengthy trail and a sprawling park this deep in the city of Seattle, let alone so close to his home. After running the entire trail around the park a second time Levi slowed back into a jog, then stopped to catch his breath by a drinking fountain. As he slurped the horrid city water, a voice called to him.
"Levi!" The sound of his name caused Levi to turn around, and recognized the man jogging toward him.
"Farlan." He panted, raising a hand briefly in greeting. The brown-haired man came to a stop beside Levi, only towering over him for a second before promptly dropping down to the dog's level.
"Out with Valkyrie I see." Farlan said, rubbing the dog's head as she wagged her tail at him.
"We'd both been cooped up too long." Levi responded, pulling out his earphones. "I couldn't stay inside looking over those proposals one second longer."
Farlan sighed, standing up and taking a quick drink from the fountain himself. From the sweat-soaked state of his shirt it was obvious he had been running long before Levi arrived here.
"I told you to give yourself more leisure time, damn it." He chided gently, splashing some water on his already sweating face. "You're the boss for god's sake, why do you to stress yourself out on the weekends?"
"All for the sake of saving time on Monday I suppose."
"Monday will come soon enough without you already planning for it on your own time. Why waste the little time you have to yourself?"
The two men fell into step together as they paced along the trail, both breathing heavily.
"It's in my nature." Levi answered. "I want to be sure that the week will start out smoothly, and that only happens if I put in extra during my days off."
The other man scoffed lightly as he looked down at his shorter friend.
"I do hope you at least did something fun for yourself this weekend." Farlan commented, the wry tone in his words not lost on Levi.
"Not really."
Farlan shook his head and asked outright,
"Did you even take a look at the card I gave you?!"
Levi sneered in an oddly affectionate way as he responded,
"You mean the one for an intensely private and expensive sex-club?!"
"Shhhh!" Farlan shushed him, looking around at the families with young children nearby at a picnic. "Good god, at least I was discreet about it! I thought it might help you to unwind every now and again. Also, I thought it would be safer for you; all the joys of being with someone without the stress and danger of trying to pick up a stranger in a bar somewhere. Tell me it wasn't a total loss?"
Not knowing exactly how much he wanted to reveal to his old friend, Levi stayed silent. A second later he realized this had the opposite effect that he had intended, as Farlan said,
"Oh-ho! So my gift hasn't gone to waste then."
Levi was thankful that he was already flushed from the run otherwise he would have been mortified that Farlan could see his cheeks redden.
"Not entirely, if you must know."
"OH MY GOD!" Farlan was not a naturally loud or excitable person, that was part of what Levi liked about him. He was one of the few friends that Levi had made in college and had stayed in touch with, as they both wound up moving to the same area of Seattle. Normally so calm and collected like himself, it was strange to see Farlan so worked up, but it touched Levi, somehow. At least one person in the world cared for him. "Tell me everything, or if you won't, at least give me highlights!"
"If you insist." Levi said, a small grin actually tugging at his stoic face. "There are some shit role-players out there."
Farlan's face fell.
"Let me guess; none of them good enough for the great Levi Ackerman and his grand fantasies?"
"None of them good enough to audition for the sleaziest of porn scenarios." Levi deadpanned. "But...there is one man who has impressed me greatly."
"Dish." Farlan demanded in a laughably masculine tone, pointing to a bench. Levi knew better than to argue when Farlan was insistent and also he needed a rest, so he sat down, stroking Valkyrie's head and sighing. "Now, tell me about this guy."
"Huge." Levi said blankly. Farlan crossed his arms over his chest and frowned down at Levi.
"That's good...anything else?"
"Blonde, blue eyes, deep voice...huge hands..." Levi stopped, recalling those hands and what they had done to him. "Massive, Farlan."
Farlan cracked a smile at that, and raised an eyebrow.
"We are still talking about his hands, right?"
"That's all I know for now." Levi assured him.
"For now?" Farlan repeated, and Levi grumbled.
"There is a pacing to these kinds of arrangements, you know." He insisted. "His hands are enough for now, trust me on this."
Farlan gave an uncharacteristically leering grin, and Levi flipped him a rude gesture, to which the other man laughed.
"Well, he sounds like just your type." He said, smiling. Levi shrugged.
"I can't be entirely certain of that; I haven't seen his face yet."
"What?"
"He wore a medical mask."
"...I'm not going to ask."
Levi leaned forward to rub his hands along Valkyrie's neck. She tossed her head back to lick at his cheek. He genuinely believed that he loved this animal much more than any human. She was loyal to him and was there for him to stroke and talk to when he needed to calm down. Levi rarely spoke to anyone about what troubled him, even Farlan, but he could speak to Valkyrie. Like all other animals she could not judge or rebuke him. Levi had always felt that he and animals co-existed much better than he and other humans did. He was also aware of what a cliché mindset this was, but could not change the truth of how he felt.
"So, are you going back?" Farlan asked after a moment. Levi absent-mindedly kissed Valkyrie's head and muttered some nonsensical sounds to her before responding,
"Farlan, I might be willing to reluctantly agree that your tip was a helpful one to me, but I don't think anything that I decide to do with it is any of your business."
Farlan shrugged his shoulders.
"Fair enough. I'm just glad that you're relaxing a bit. You deserve a bit of pampering or...whatever you'd call it..."
"Sex?" Levi said blankly, to which Farlan cleared his throat and then chuckled.
"Yea, man. Sorry."
"Don't be. Just don't expect me to give you a step-by-step retelling of my every sexual encounter."
"Wouldn't dream of it," Farlan laughed, "I don't know that I'd want to hear about that either."
Levi stood up from the bench and pulled out his earphones once more, making to put them back into his ears.
"I'm going to make one more round and then go home." He told Farlan.
"Alright then," Farlan replied, "I was heading home too. Take care of yourself now, or...should I say let your blond medical man take care of you."
Levi could not help the small smirk that crept upon his face, and he responded,
"Oh, I will."
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Monday mornings were always rough regardless of what field of work one was in. For Levi, being the head of an architect firm, it was hell. There were proposals to be sorted through, old and new, schematics to be authorized, and meetings which were the height of Levi's loathing. He loved his job at its core, designing and creating structures was an occupation in which he had excelled, but now that he had worked his way up to the top position he had to deal with much more tedious issues. One of his designers had quit on him a few days earlier, leaving a gaping hole in the workforce that was needed for the firm to run smoothly. Levi grumbled quietly to himself as he finalized the exit paperwork. It was all very well for an employee who was crumbling under the pressure of the workload and decided to return to school, they weren't the ones dealing with the backlash. Now Levi was facing the projects that designer had been assigned to, with no one to take his place. The process of hiring a new one would take time, something that these projects did not have. They had sent out classifieds and other advertisements for the position, but so far the few candidates that applied had been sorely lacking in the skills that Levi prided himself on showcasing in his architects.
It was only 11:35 in the morning and Levi was already rubbing his temples as he looked over the new applications they had received from their online posting. Some of the portfolios were not without promise, but didn't seem to reflect the designer's ability to churn out drawings at the pace this job required. Levi was an excellent judge of a designer's ability. It was something that gave him an edge on his competitors; he could discern much about a person in a very short span of time based on their portfolios and application questions. Times when his higher-ups had overruled his initial decisions often ended badly, and Levi had proven himself to be the best judge of character and work ethic within the firm. All the same, it was still tiring work to be so discerning.
Levi minimized the browser he had open and groaned lightly to himself as he leaned back in his office chair. He remembered when he had been a budding designer, offering up what he considered his soul in the portfolios he showed to possible employers. Now he was the one cutting down the hopes of those who were not up to scratch. He had to admit to himself that he did not exactly know how that felt, as he had been offered multiple positions right out of college. He had always been the cream of the crop, so it was difficult for him at times to respond encouragingly to someone who needed improvement. Levi had worked his tail end off from the time he was in school to be the best at what he did, and he had succeeded. For anyone else all he could say was 'try harder'. That was not a very specific piece of advice, but he had always conceded that he was one of those people who would 'do' but not 'teach'. He could lead very well when changes to projects needed to be made, and in that sense he could instruct decisively, but when it came to actually advising a designer on their style and talent he could never help. He expected the talent and personal style to be strong enough to begin with, otherwise they were not worth his time. Regardless he was still stuck wasting said time on applications like he had just been reading.
He stretched his arms, cracked his back, and then stood to walk over to the little counter in his office. Levi did had a nice office, something he had craved since college. He firmly believed that any man who blustered that they didn't have dreams of power and big offices were downright liars, and he would openly admit that he loved the status that came with this position, and the perks. So he thoroughly enjoyed pulling open the mini fridge and selecting a chilled coffee drink. He twisted the cap off and quickly took a long sip, sighing in pleasure as he returned to his desk. There was only another ten minutes or so that he had to spend alone before the third meeting of the day began. Another meeting, another client. Ugh...
Levi found himself longing for the end of the day, when he could go home to relax and then...then...An unexpected shiver ran down Levi's spine as he envisioned all manner of naughty medical scenarios between himself and the masked 'Dr. Smith'. Those latex-smooth hands touching him, maybe caressing his cheek to calm him, while lotion was rubbed into his begging hard flesh and he panted to try and stay still...oh yes, that would be lovely. He swore quietly as he felt the stirrings of arousal in his groin. He slapped himself on the jaw lightly to snap out of it. This was no time to be getting hard when he had no time to do anything about it. Of course, he thought wickedly, then he wouldn't have to lie to Dr. Smith about his 'condition' interfering with his ability to work. He could even use it as a catalyst to request more...intense...forms of relief. Best to leave that train of thought for after work, Levi decided, or at least until his lunch break.
Either way for Levi, the end of the day could not come swiftly enough. In the back of his mind through every hour thoughts of the pristine medical room and the masked doctor's bright blue eyes lingered to torment him. By the time he clocked out and headed home for a shower he was sorely tempted to let his fantasies run wild and relieve himself before he went to the club. It was easy to push the temptation aside with more fantasizing about what Dr. Smith's approach would be this night. Unlike the previous trip to the building, this time Levi felt remarkably calm. As he stripped out of his clothes and slid into the by now familiar gown, he reflected on how his nerves had overcome him before. Levi assumed that it was his assurance of what was to come that enabled him to relax now. There was no doubt this time that he would find relief, pleasure, by the 'doctor's' hand. Even with the delicate approach he had taken on the last visit, Levi had loved it and he was eager to see what he would come up with tonight.
When the door opened and Dr. Smith came in, Levi felt his heart jolt as he saw a smile around those bright eyes.
"Mr. Scout, welcome back."
"Doctor."
The large warm hand slid into his own in their routine handshake, and then Dr. Smith sat in his chair, flipping open Levi's chart as usual. Levi could see the notes he had written down from their last two meetings, and was again impressed with his commitment to the part.
"Now, Mr. Scout, I've given some thought to your case and I have a theory. Before I go into that, however, has there been any change?"
Levi let his all dregs of his 'superior' body language drain away, and he hung his head as though defeated, and shook his head, twisting his mouth.
"I'm afraid not. Work was a bitch today even without my body running rampant. I can't be dealing with this much longer."
Those blue eyes looked him over with obvious softness and compassion, making Levi's heart flutter.
"Long day?"
Levi nodded, letting his shoulders droop a bit more.
"Let's just say that when people quite without giving notice it leaves one hell of a shitstorm behind them."
"That does sound like it would cause many problems." Dr. Smith said, leaning forward on his hand as he gave his full attention to Levi.
"That's an understatement." Levi said quietly, deciding not to say any more about his work. "But...I'd rather not think about that right now."
"I understand." The blond man agree. "Leave the stress at the office, right?"
Levi nodded with a helpless little chuckle. Dr. Smith pulled out an admittedly official looking typed document and scanned it briefly before saying,
"I received the results of your fluid test, and it was very telling."
Levi sat up straighter, inching his cold fingers beneath his thighs to warm them as well as to give off a more concerned, patient image. There was something incredibly relaxing about being able to leave his unmovable 'boss' side at the door of this place and don a more suppliant attitude. He was still adjusting to this freedom, to allow himself to let go and give control over to another.
"Did it uncover the root of the problem?" Levi questioned.
"I believe so," Dr. Smith continued, crossing his legs and folding his hands around his knee, "These swellings that you are having are a result of hormonal reaction."
Levi let himself look intrigued and a bit confused, although he knew exactly what tract the doctor's mind was taking.
"Reaction to what?"
"Neglect, perhaps. The testicles produce semen that ejects through the penis during intercourse, so my first thought is that this is perfectly normal arousal. However, if not ejected on a regular basis it is possible for the hormones to run wild and demand your attention."
There is was. The ridiculous but perfectly-worded diagnosis that would lead to the pleasure. Levi was very pleased that Dr. Smith was not dancing around the issue of determining even in this fake world, what it was that was wrong with him. Levi bit his bottom lip as he looked like he was concentrating.
"That makes sense," he said, "so, it's normal...that's good to know, but how do I keep this from happening more frequently?"
"I suggest regular treatments, like I gave you during your last visit. This is a condition that can be managed, but it will require you to submit to testing and treatment on a trial-and-error basis so we can determine which method is more effective."
Levi's heart began to pound very quickly at the word 'submit', and continued to pound faster at the notion Dr. Smith had just proposed. It was brilliantly spoken, the perfect setup for various pleasurable acts, however idiotic it might have been at its core.
"If that is what you think is best, I'll follow your direction." Levi said quietly, hoping that the apparently sharp man would pick up on the fact that he truly did mean to obey. Levi was not exactly a submissive, he had no interest in being degraded and ordered around, but he did like being lead and directed in a confident manner.
"Good then, we'll start now."
"Can I make one request first?" Levi asked, being sure to meet and hold Dr. Smith's eyes.
"And what would that be?"
"Is there any way...do you have to wear your mask? It's not that I don't trust you it's just...I think it would be easier if I could see your face."
Dr. Smith hesitated just long enough for Levi to feel uncomfortable. When he did speak his normally strong and confident voice was a bit softer and...unsure?
"Perhaps during a later visit. As for now it is important to me that I leave my mask on. For my protection, you understand."
Levi did. He assumed that this man was extremely concerned about his identity, which actually led Levi start imaging that he was a politician, or a real doctor, or someone who might be well-known enough for Levi to recognize him. This idea was a bit exciting, adding a new element of mystery and secrecy to their encounter. With these thoughts to soothe his suspicions, Levi relented.
"Alright, I'm sorry."
"It was a reasonable request." Dr. Smith said, standing and going over to the counter where a box of latex gloves sat. As he pulled out a pair Levi felt his member immediately perk up to life from where their conversation had shrunk it a little. "I will consider it, trust me. Now, please lie back."
The firm cushion of the exam table once more embraced Levi as he leaned back into it.
"Where do you want my legs, doctor? Same as last time?"
"No, we'll be doing something different." The small male body shivered lightly, and Dr. Smith apparently noticed as he came closer. "Are you cold, Mr. Scout?"
"Just a little. I'm alright though, really."
Lying on his back the blond man seemed to tower over Levi even more as he stood beside the table. He was looking down at Levi's body from beneath golden brows, his blue eyes leaking the tiniest hint of lust with their softness. Brilliant though he may be at playing the role, Levi would never ask him at this point to completely hide his appreciation for the real reason they were here. A large hand, warm even through latex, rested open-palmed on Levi's leg and spread heat up toward his knee as it gave a little stroke.
"Your body will heat up soon; eliciting the kind of response we're testing for will see to that. Just relax."
This advice was difficult as Levi was feeling a great urge to seize his doctor by the collar, yank him forward and tear that mask away in order to kiss him. This urge surprised Levi considering he had never been incredibly fond of kissing those he barely knew, let alone someone who's entire face he had yet to see. He forced his body to lie still, however, when Dr. Smith began to push his gown up over his thighs. It felt strange to simply lie there without spreading his legs open on the stirrups like the last visit, and Levi's ankles twitched a bit with the temptation to separate.
Without preamble, Dr. Smith began to touch him. The confidence and care he took in handling Levi's blushing cock and sac was admirable considering this was only the second time he had played at this game. Though for all Levi knew he had done it many times with other people. Dr. Smith made as though examining the length and weight, feeling it in his hands. He tested the smoothness of the skin by softly running his fingers down each side. He gently pulled back the foreskin to observe the tender head. Levi gasped lightly at this, and Dr. Smith looked up at him.
"Alright?" He asked, just as he had last time. Levi let out a small cleansing breath and nodded.
"I'm still unused to someone handling me like that, is all." He answered, truthfully. It had been a very long time. "I'm pretty sensitive there as well..."
"Most males are." Dr. Smith said professionally. "If I may, the most tender places are about...here..."
A large thumb rubbed softly against the slit at the very tip of Levi's erection, making him grunt and his lips part.
"There are many nerve endings in this place, also right about...here..."
That thumb continued its practical demonstration by sliding down the tip of his cock to that glorious place just beneath the upward curve of the head. Levi shuddered and his hips shifted.
"Yes," He gasped out, making a brave attempt to keep the conversation going, "a lot of...nerves...there...or someth-"
He stopped talking mid-sentence as Dr. Smith began to rub the underside of his cock with that thumb, and then ran his pointer finger around the exposed head over and over. Levi's eyes closed at the pleasure and he started to get wet, leaking slick fluid over the Dr.'s teasing fingers.
"I don't even need a sample today, but you're certainly giving me one."
These first directly flirting words went straight to Levi's cock, and it jumped in Dr. Smith's fingers.
"You're the one looking for a reaction." Levi flirted back a little roughly, knowing just how far from his role that sounded even though technically the words fit with the scenario.
"Yes...your body is very responsive. That is good."
"Is it?" Levi breathed, closing his eyes as the tip of Dr. Smith's finger dipped deeper into his slit.
"Very much so," the Dr. answered him, "as with any other treatment it is good to respond well. I think this will be very beneficial for you."
"I'm starting to think so too." Levi's voice was little more than a whisper now as one large hand closed around him and began to rub him gently. Without lotion or cream the friction was raw and hot but the latex kept the motion smooth and wonderful. Another hand left Levi's cock and started spreading warmth over his hip. Levi loved it. Now that the excuse was given, it seemed that Dr. Smith would begin touching him places other than his 'problem area'. Levi had hoped that would happen, and was thrilled. For several long moments he lay beneath the stroking attention, breathing going up and down with the waves of pleasure and the jolts of excitement that hand produced.
"There is a fairly new form of treatment that comes to mind." Dr. Smith said quietly, his eyes fixed on the actions of his hand. "It's a bit unorthodox, but with your permission I'd like to give it a try."
Levi groaned softly as Dr. Smith's free hand began rubbing wide circles on his thigh.
"Whatever treatment you think is best, doctor, I'll follow your lead."
"Alright, but let me know if at any time you become uncomfortable."
Levi felt his nerves tingle in anticipation of whatever the Dr. had in mind. The hand on his thigh retreated to the pocket in Dr. Smith's white coat. It withdrew a small tube of medicated lotion. Dr. Smith's other hand had to leave Levi's cock as it reached into his other pocket. What he withdrew made Levi's heart jump; it was a small vibrator, barely thicker than one of the Dr.'s fingers, with a little bulb at the tip. It was an eye-watering shade of lime green, with small ripples up and down the length and a small knob at the bottom presumably to control vibration speed. Levi watched, mesmerized, as Dr. Smith's gloved fingers smeared the lotion up and down the small toy, slicking it up until it glistened in the bright overhead lights.
"Have you ever taken anything like this before?" The Dr. asked calmly, as he reached out and let his lotion-wet hand wrap around Levi's bouncing erection. Levi's eyes squeezed shut at the amazing feeling of fingers rubbing him smoothly, and could only manage to shake his head. "Then this is the perfect size for you."
Levi wanted to clarify somehow that he had actually taken cocks up his ass before, but he didn't want to ruin the mood, and also he was having difficulty breathing and so talking was not an option at the moment. It was true, after all, that he had never taken a toy before, or felt a vibrator of any kind. The huge hand that played with his cock slowly slid down over his balls, then down to the tightly coiled ring of muscle. Levi instinctively spread his legs, drawing his knees up and planting his feet firmly on the table. Gentle, wet fingertips circled his anus slowly, spreading the lotion and making Levi's entrance start to twitch ever so slightly. Dr. Smith moved closer to the end of the table so that he was pressed right against it, leaning over Levi between his knees. The smaller man eased his eyes open as he sensed the shifting of the blond man's body. He drank in the sight of the tall man looming over him, dwarfing him, attending to him. Blue eyes rose to meet his own grey ones, and Levi stared back.
"Relax, and tell me is it is uncomfortable."
Nodding, Levi tilted his head back, waiting. He felt the soft, rubbery tip of the toy prodding at his hole, depositing even more lotion as it did. When the head breeched him Levi sighed, and his muscles clamped down on the small invader, sucking it in deeper. Dr. Smith made a small sound as well, and Levi grinned a bit when he heard it. He'd been told many times that his ass was greedy, and he considered it one of his most arousing attributes. Dr. Smith, however, didn't seem to get the point as he insisted on being infuriatingly slow and gentle easing the toy inside. It was so small Levi had to wonder what satisfaction he could possibly gain from it, and this slow intrusion was not helping him find the answer. He began to slightly shift his hips, making the toy bump against his sides a bit, but Dr. Smith kept pulling it almost out and then easing it back inside a little at a time, until Levi felt he was going mad.
"Please, doctor..." He murmured after several moments of this, "you don't have to be so careful, I'm not going to break."
"I just want to ensure you are relaxed and comfortable." Dr. Smith answered, and there was a slight husk to his voice that made Levi feel very proud.
"Doctor, I know this might not have any bearing on this...um...procedure...but I've been with men before and so I can...adjust very quickly."
"Ah, that does help, actually." Dr. Smith said, "very well then, as you wish."
The toy was immediately slid all the way inside him, and Levi sighed contentedly, even though he would have preferred something much larger.
"Alright, the instrument is inside. Brace yourself, I'm going to turn it on now."
Snickering inside at Dr. Smith calling a sex toy an 'instrument', Levi took an audibly deep breath, and slowly let it out. The toy moved a bit inside as Dr. Smith turned the knob on the bottom of it, and then-
"Oh shit!" The words raced from Levi's mouth the second a strong vibration radiated from the tip of the toy, directly against his prostate. At his curse, Dr. Smith pulled the toy down a bit, just easing it away from that lovely place. Levi gasped and sat up on his elbows, staring down wide-eyed at Dr. Smith.
"I apologize, I didn't realize I have placed it so accurately to start."
"It's ok, it's ok..." Levi babbled, licking his lips and wiggling his hips just enough to feel even more of that long, vibrating toy along his inside walls. Dr. Smith caught on and began to gently twist and angle the toy so that it tickled him just right and- "god...what..."
Having never felt vibration before, Levi was astounded by just how strongly that sensation aroused him. It was still on a very low setting, but it was so incredible to him. Dr. Smith began to thrust the rod in and out slowly, giving Levi more of that dragging sensation that he found he loved, the ridges along the rod adding another element to the act. Levi began to breathe heavily, his cock starting leaking onto his stomach. After several very long moments, Dr. Smith spoke again,
"I'm going to try and locate the prostate again. Just breathe for me..."
Obeying, Levi began to breathe deeply as that toy ventured deeper inside him as it had been before. It took very little time for the Dr. to find what he was searching for, what he had so easily found on the first try. This time Levi's knees jerked and he cried out before he could stop himself. He clapped a hand over his mouth in a desperate attempt to stifle the embarrassing sounds as orgasmic shocks of pleasure pounded through his body again and again from the tip of that insignificant-looking toy. He dropped down onto his back when Dr. Smith pushed the toy in tight against his prostate and held it there. Levi nearly screamed, his legs jerking and falling open to dangle over the sides of the table. He had never felt anything like that, such strong pleasure without the incessant pounding of a man's thick cock in and out of his body. He didn't need that with this toy, being used by this brilliant man who knew just when to press a bit more, and ease off enough to let Levi breathe. So many times Levi cried out that he was going to come, only to have Dr. Smith gently whisper to him that he had to hold on a while longer, and then the vibration would be pulled away just enough to ease him from the edge of orgasm.
It was unlike anything Levi has experienced before. Time was nonexistent as he squirmed, moaned, and begged in the most humiliating fashion. He couldn't even find it in himself to care, it just felt so damn good...
"Shitshitshitshit..." Levi began cursing like a litany, his hands scrambling to grip the table's padding, his own hair, anything. The muscles in his legs were jerking in reflex the pleasure was so strong, the nerves were so sensitive.
"Doctor! Please, I..." Levi began, then the words dissolved into a wanton moan.
"I know this might be hard, but please bear with it." Dr. Smith said gently, "it might help if you let out your voice, rather than keeping it in. You're holding your breath a lot too, try letting it out or you might break blood vessels in your face."
It was true, Levi was fighting to keep the desperate sounds from escaping him, and holding his breath seemed to help.
"I don't want...to make...too much noise..." Levi replied brokenly, hissing the words between the shocks that were shooting through him from Dr. Smith's relentless attack on his prostate.
"It's alright, Robert, it's just you and I here. No one else can hear you. Let it out."
As he spoke, as if to force Levi to comply, he turned the vibrator speed up another notch. The small change was significant when wedged directly against that tiny bundle of nerves. Levi didn't have a choice; he began whimpering and crying out, arching his back and moving his hips to relieve some of that tremendous pleasure.
"Doctor, it's too much!" The words came out as a mortifying whine, and Levi covered his face with his hands at the sound of his own voice in such a piteous state.
"Almost there, Robert, just a little more..." Dr. Smith's words were joined by his free hand, which slid up between Levi's legs to rub at his cock. Levi had not even thought about his erection all this time because of the intensity of the pleasure that vibrating rod was providing him, but now with those huge fingers spreading his leaking slickness up and down his rock-hard, sensitive shaft he thought he would lose his mind.
"No, no, no..." Levi began chanting, not really meaning to tell Dr. Smith to stop, but unable to say anything else in response to a pleasure that was so intense it hurt. "Ohmygodohmygodshiiiiiit!"
With a long, drawn out cry, Levi's orgasm knocked the wind out of his chest. He convulsed on the table, and his hands shot down between his legs to squeeze hard around Dr. Smith's, which still pumped his shooting cock. Rope after rope of white liquid spurt from Levi's tip as he gasped and moaned like a frantic animal.
"Pleasepleaseplease..." Levi begged loudly, tugging at Dr. Smith's wrist weakly to try and stop him from stroking his now spent cock. Dr. Smith listened to his pleas, and gently drug the toy from Levi's body, leaving Levi's cock in his hand a while longer. The smaller man let his arms drop heavily against his stomach, as it heaved under the weight of his heavy breathing. Small spasms still wracked his body in the afterglow, and he felt his legs still twitching as jolt after jolt of aftershock-pleasure shook him.
He didn't know how much time passed before he felt the large hand resting on his forehead. The gloves were gone and now just bare flesh touched his own. Levi's pleasure-heavy eyes cracked open and saw the tall man leaning over him, eyes filled with concern. Those long fingers felt so cool against his hot forehead, and he shivered a bit as he felt just how huge that palm was, nearly large enough to cradle his entire head.
"Robert, how are you doing?" The gentle tone shot straight to Levi's thrumming heart, and he managed a small grin.
"Just about perfect." He whispered, unable to stop from leaning his head into the pleasant touch of the larger man's hand. It had been so long since he had been touched tenderly like that, as though he was cared for.
"I believe that treatment was extremely effective."
"Yea, yea I'd have to agree. I can barely move...shit..."
Dr. Smith patted his head before moving away from him to the sink. Levi heard water running for a few moments before it was shut off. A warm wet touch on his stomach woke him up a bit. Dr. Smith was cleaning him. Levi leaned up to watch him running the soaked paper towel over the mess on his skin. A sudden inexplicable surge of embarrassment ran through Levi and he protested,
"You don't have to-."
"Yes I do."
Levi was a bit taken aback at the insistent words, and the expression in those blue eyes which told him not to argue.
"You just lie back and recover. I know that was exhausting for you."
Rather than earn that stern tone again, Levi obeyed and lay back to let Dr. Smith clean him. He felt his cooling cheeks heat when the man even cleaned his ass thoroughly. Levi felt like he was somehow floating, but his limbs felt so heavy and content at the same time. It was an incredible experience. He rolled onto his side after the doctor pulled his gown down over his thighs again.
"May I say something to you?" Levi murmured, feeling his eyes drooping with weariness. "I mean...um...Hoover Dam?"
'Dr. Smith' eased off, stepping back so he was not touching Levi at all. The safety word was more a courtesy now than anything else, as they both knew that the game was over and so there was little need to pause it. But Levi wanted to be sure that this man knew he was speaking direct to him.
"Have I done something to offend you?" The man asked. Levi shook his head at once, a bit groggily.
"No not at all. I just wanted to ask you if...well, do you do any other kinds of roles here?"
"Not getting tired of your doctor already, I hope?" The blond asked in a teasing tone.
"That's not it, I just...damn, I'm not one to hand out compliments but...you're so good at this and I...I was just curious. Hell you just took me to nirvana and back, I feel dizzy still."
Levi closed his eyes and so he missed the concern that flickered in those blue eyes, but the man dared to step closer and lay a hand on his shoulder.
"Are you really alright?"
"Of course I am, I'm not made of glass." Levi rebuffed. "The reason I asked you is because I love this role-play. The way you do it, it's...amazing. And I have a few other...roles...in mind for you and I now...if you'd be open to them."
The other man went very still where he stood, seeming to struggle with something for a moment before his eyes settled into a peaceful clearness and he began to gently rub Levi's shoulder.
"To be honest with you," he said slowly, 'I hadn't really made that much use of this club before I found you. The only reason I joined was for the aspect of becoming someone I'm not, not even the sexual aspect was the main attraction for me. It was a nice perk I'll admit. But...then I saw your profile, and even without seeing your face I knew that I wanted to accept your challenge."
"Challenge?" Levi asked indignantly. The man's eyes flickered with amusement.
"A list of parameters as long as my arm, including and excluding different situations? I call that a challenge."
Levi frowned in response, even though he knew that this was a valid point.
"I'm not fond of being thrown about by jackasses who don't know how to handle me." He offered in response.
"You certainly know what you want, I'll give you that. That's probably why you're amazing in your role as well. I would enjoy exploring more that you have to offer."
"You mean you'd like to actually fuck me." Levi had never been a beat-around-the-bush kind of person, and this brazen statement, so different from his role, caused the blonde's eyes to widen a bit. They held Levi's own steady gaze for a moment before they clouded over with lust.
"Something like that." He answered smoothly. Levi regarded him as he sat up at last, finally regaining some power over his limbs. A smile tugged at his lips as the tall man made a movement as if to catch him should he slip off the table. Levi held up a hand to let him know this was not necessary.
"Keep playing at your role and give a genuine excuse as a medical professional," Levi said evenly, "and you can fuck me six ways from Sunday."
The taller man caught his breath at the promise, and he lifted a huge hand to rub at the back of his neck, the first nervous action Levi had seen him make.
"God you're a tease..." He stated after a moment.
"Have I made you hard?" Levi asked bluntly, once more catching the man by surprise. While Levi had come here to experience the game of being tending to by a doctor, there was something erotic to him about seeing this incredible role-player squirm a bit before him, all calm from his role vanishing.
Before the blond man could answer him, Levi slipped off the table to land lightly on his bare feet. The gown had slipped off one of his slender shoulders and showed a good portion of his right breastbone. He stepped forward until he was looking straight up into the man's blue eyes. He could feel the heat coming off his enormous, solid body and again was sorely tempted to tear that medical mask away.
"Want me to suck your cock?" He whispered, at the same time reaching out to cup between the man's legs. 'Dr. Smith' drew in a sharp breath between his teeth. Beneath the white lab coat and thin dress pants, a large hard bulge throbbed beneath Levi's thin fingers. Giant hands came up to rest on Levi's shoulders, and Levi's heart skidded; despite having just released more strongly than he could ever remember before, he felt he could get hard again just from seeing this man come apart.
The next second Levi found himself pushed away, and the terror of rejection raced through his veins.
"That's not how it works." The man said, huffing slightly. "You have to play the game. You don't just get to change the rules."
Levi lowered his eyes, surprising himself by actually feeling shame. He had gotten carried away. The man's words, however, were spoken more in desperation than any form of anger or seriousness. Levi had the impression that were he to really push, it would not take much to convince him. He decided to just give a gentle nudge for next time.
"Alright," Levi conceded, "I shouldn't have done that. But I'll tell you this; you'd better come up with a damn perfect medical reason next time, and then I'll let you slide your big cock right into my soft little mouth."
When the man didn't respond, but stared at him with glazed eyes and a need that almost made Levi feel guilty about making him wait, Levi spoke once more with a devious smirk.
"Hoover Dam."
Those two words snapped 'Dr. Smith' back to reality and he cleared his throat. He managed to pick up the scattered threads of his doctor persona, but stammered over a few of the words as he was obviously very aroused.
"Well, Mr. Scout...you seem to be...responding to treatment very well, so I'd like you to return every few days for continuing treatments."
"Just every few days?" Levi asked, putting on a wide-eyed patient face. "Would there be something wrong with every day treatments?"
"Not if that's within your schedule."
"It can be if this is the result." Levi said with a grin. Dr. Smith took a step away from Levi, who was now leaning back against the exam table. He picked up Levi's chart and jotted a few things down. Levi thought this was most likely an excuse for him to gain full control of himself.
"Does 7:00pm work well for you?"
"Every day if necessary, doctor. How about you?"
The man smiled beneath his mask and said,
"That should work out just fine. I'll see you tomorrow then, Mr. Scout."
When that large hand was extended to him, Levi held it a bit longer than was necessary before letting it go. He held those blue eyes captive for a moment before he said, in a quiet voice,
"See you tomorrow."
TBC