Leap In

Panting, your face flushed red as you start to physically sweat from raw, hypnotic desire, you feel your asshole twitch, winking open with a hungry, powerful need. You've played with your ring before in the shower (every boy does, right?) but it never before felt so... empty.

Somehow through the thick mist of cock-thirsty lust, an idea coils around your brain. "Adrian, I still don't think I can see..." you breathe in cute, sing-songy syllables as turn your face into his chest. "I think I need an... even better view..."

Lifting your ample ass slightly off his thigh, you fully pivot and plant your cheeks on his cock, a lightning bolt scorching through you as you feel that massive steel rod suddenly nestle between your pillows.

The Doctor's laugh is so deep, warm, and patronizing it vibrates through your whole body, buzzing you from toe to tongue. "Is that better?"

"Oh, much better Adrian... only... I'm just not... fully comfortable..." you whisper as you slowly gyrate your hips, teasing against his steadily hardening cock, the thin fabric of your yoga pants like a tissue paper prison between your **** ass and the manhood you crave.

"Let me help you." You gasp as the Doctor's powerful hands grip your sides and pull you down against his waist, rubbing you with gentle firmness like a sex toy against his dick. "Doesn't that feel better?"

"Oh yes Doctor, yes, so much better... unnngh-" You try to suppress the full body groan as it shivers out of you, fully surrendering control, letting him use you any way he pleases. You feel him enjoy it, feel the rising push of his cock, impossibly not at its full length, as it outgrows even your massive rear.

His hands release you but you keep going, throwing back against him with everything you have, grinding wildly as each breath turns into a pornographic moan of need and desire - and then his hands close around your chest.

"Ooooooooh-" The earthquake of pleasure is something you've never felt before, your nipples stiffening to hard peaks as his hands sweep across your body. "What- what are you d-doing to m-my chest?" you can barely stammer out through the waves of pleasure.

"This isn't your chest. Boys have chests. You have tits." Of course. The way he declares it, so commanding, so right - you've always had tits. Perky, sensitive little mounds for the boys to drool over, waiting for the touch of a real man to wake them up.

"My... my tits!" you squeal, tongue hanging out and drooling wildly. Your small cock can barely handle the pleasure, and you try to hold back, try to not to cum before the Doctor commands...

"But they're not your tits - they're mine." Each nipple between his fingers, he pinches you just as the powerful girth of his cock flexes to his full size, pushing between your legs as its hot, throbbing head presses against your practically feminine ballsack, dwarfing them in its size, its power, its-

You scream in wild ecstasy, still grinding against his cock as your cum, your little prick shooting into your stretched, sweaty yoga pants, utterly at the mercy of this powerful bear of a man and loving every second of it.

"Adrian! UUUnngh yes, Adrian!" You can barely form words through your animal grunting, cum still dribbling from your cock. You feel his hand on the back of your neck - he turns your face back into his as he kisses you, his tongue pushing past your plump lips and invading you with the same commanding authority of the rest of him.

You sit there, covered in your own cum, his fingers rubbing the same circles on your tits that his tongue is swirling in your mouth...