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Chapter 9 by Seahawker Seahawker

How big?

Uh oh!!!!!!

"Stand up!!" Dr Mears said with ****. Fear took over his mind as John complied. He had always been on the small side. that may be one reason why he was single and hadnt had a serious relationship in quite some time. And now the realization was hitting him that quite possibly his very manhood was riding on the size of his dick.

Dr Mears could barely stifle her laugh as she held the ruler up to his painfully erect pecker. "OMG!! 3.9 inches?!" She exclaimed. John could only bow his head in shame as the good doctor continued "Fucking hell, no wonder you came to us!! This thing isn't even a cock! And by the time we are done, it won'texist anymore" she said giving John a few minutes to let reality set in.

Dr. Mears pulled out her phone and made a call. John could hear her whispering something to whomever it was she was talking to but couldn't quite makeout what she was saying. In the meantime she ordered him to his knees and he complied. She then produced a set of handcuffs and proceeded to cuff his hands behind his back. She then wrapped a leather belt around both his elbows and pulled them painfully close together.

A little while later, an extremely handsome and muscular man walked into the office. Dr Mears greeted him with a passionate kiss. "Slut, I'd like you to meet my husband, Dr Mike Mears!" John could not even bring himself to look up. Mike casually walked over and took John by the chin, forcing him to look up and make eye contact. "He'll make a perfect slut!" Mike said with a look of lust in his eyes as he began to rub his crotch in John's face. Susan laughed and looked at John and said "Now I'm going to give you a task. You will have 5 minutes to use that slutty little mouth of yours to make my husband come. Of course you will also be a good little whore and swallow as much as you can. There are 2 ways to take care of that problem dangling between your legs. If you complete your task in the alloted time, you will taken to our conversion center where you will be given ****, hormones and a little incentive. It really can be quite enjoyable. If you fail, specialized rubber bands will be placed around your balls. These bands will be replaced daily by slighlty smaller bands and so on so forth until your pathetic little raisins eventually shrivel up and fall off. You will also be taken to one of our specialized cells where you will be restrained to a punishment bench with your ass and mouth exposed. You will be used repeatedly by both staff and select inmates. This process is incredibly painful so you'd better work hard, starting............NOW!

John had no time to react, as he felt his mouth **** onto the hard dick and began to work the huge monster all the way into his mouth. After initially gagging he felt his throat relax as it was invaded by the cockhead. John felt the unmistakable taste of precum on his tongue.

Out of the corner of his eye he could see Susan laying on her desk, her panties pulled down and she was clearly enjoying the show as she worked her fingers in and out of her wet cunt. He could also see the clock she had set. "Fuck! 2 minutes left!" he thought to himself. Almost in a panic he doubled his efforts, furiously working his mouth up and down the shaft. Another check of the clock, 1 minute left. John was in a full panic now. the loud groans of the doctor told John he was getting close. He kept furiously pumping his mouth up and down until finally Mike grabbed him the hair and with one loud, furious groan sent a huge load of cum into John's waiting mouth. At the same time Susan let out a massive shriek as the orgasm enveloped her body. He had done it. He had made Mike cum.

But did he do it in time?

What's next?

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