Extra Credit

You don't hear the Doctor's words as they seep into your brain, all your senses only tuned to how powerful he looks standing over you. You're practically salivating... you are salivating... and as he leans away from you, you can't help stepping forward-

In a haze, your foot catches on the linoleum and you find yourself falling, falling into the Doctor-

"Easy there." He catches you with one arm, supporting your whole weight without issue, and you suddenly find yourself cradled against him.

Embarrassed, you pull back- "S-sorry Doctor, I didn't mean to-"

But his arm encircles you, keeping you from slipping away. You stop immediately, guided by his grip. "Are you uncomfortable? Being in this position, against my body?"

Pressed against his chest, you have to crane your neck up to look him in the eye. You can smell his chest hair - like cinnamon and oak. You don't answer. You're afraid to. You want him to tell you, tell you what the right answer is-

"I see. Then we will take the direct approach. If you are so uncomfortable with your own body that even touch upsets you... we must try exposure therapy."

You nod. "Yes Doctor. If that's what you think..."

"We must acclimate you to be comfortable with touch. Go ahead. Touch." He releases you and stands at his full height, proudly displaying his muscles. There are bulges on his body you're not sure science has a name for... and one prominent one you could name easily, hanging low, very low, Jesus...

"I said TOUCH." Your hands seem to move on their own at the Doctor's command, magnetizing to his rock-hard abs. You shiver as your fingers trace their shape, feel them move under your hand.

You giggle nervously. "Wow, Dr. Carvigo..."

He smiles down at you. "Adrian. Call me Adrian."

His first name? You feel honored, pleased that he'd even consider you close enough as your hands dig through his chest hair, feeling every shape of his torso, stroking his biceps, his shoulders... "You must work out a lot, Adrian."

"Have to stay healthy. I am a doctor." He winks at you and your knees turn to jelly - thank God you're holding onto his arm or you'd be in a puddle on the floor. "You are not uncomfortable now."

"No, Adrian." Your voice sounds high, sing-songy...

"You are pleased to touch."

"Yes, Adrian."

"Touching makes you happy."

Your tongue dances across your lips. "Yes, Adrian."

He cups your chin in his hand and fireworks explode across your brain. You'd do anything for this gorgeous, powerful man...

"Good. Touch yourself." The command surprises you, even more when he steps back from you, observing. Uncertain, you place your hand on your shirt-

"No. This exercise is to make you comfortable with your body, so you must touch your body. Disrobe." You leap to obey, pulling off your shirt and grabbing with both hands at your chest, your palms brushing against the stiff peaks of your nipples... You've always had a surprising amount of bust for a guy, but you've never really just... grabbed it by the handful before. You feel a warmth spread over you as you look to the Doctor for approval.

"I said Disrobe. We discussed this. What part of your body brings you the most shame?" Under his beautiful eyes, his powerful brow, you pull your pants down - your thick cheeks struggle with the waistband before popping free, shaking as you drop your pants to your ankles.

The Doctor slowly walks around you, staring down at your plump, fuckable ass. "Now... touch."

Your world explodes in the pleasure of obedience as each hand grabs a cheek and starts to knead. How could you be ashamed of this ass? It's your best feature, because it's the one the Doctor wants to see, and you make sure he sees how comfortable you've become with it. You pet it, stroke it, spread it - you bend at the waist, you drop to your knees, you flex it in every way you can imagine just to feel every inch, every pore, while the Doctor watches, hoping he approves, hoping he-

You feel his breath on your neck as he steps behind you, every hair raising- "Good." And you nearly cum from that word alone.

You don't dare turn around without permission, standing, quivering, waiting... but you don't have to wait, he's right behind you, him and his massive manly cock...