What’s the Thirteen Cock Riding Method

Tom's brain was racing as he tried to piece together the bizarre turn of events. He had always had a bit of a crush on the TV character Dr. Remy Hadley, but he never could have imagined that she would be standing before him in the flesh, offering to perform a...'test' on him. "What's the...Thirteen Cock Riding Method?" he asked, his voice quivering slightly.

Olivia, or rather Dr. Hadley, sat down on the side of the bed and took his hand in hers, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through his body. "So I gather you overheard me on the phone. Well, it’s a new diagnostic technique," she explained, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "It involves a bit of...physical contact, but it's all for science, I assure you."

Tom felt a mix of fear and excitement. This was not what he had expected when he had been brought to the infirmary, but something told him that this was not a hallucination. "Okay," he managed to croak out, trying to play it cool.

"Great," she said with a cheerful tone, her smile never leaving her face. She straddled him, her legs pressing against his thighs as she leaned in closer. "Now, I need you to relax. The more comfortable you are, the better the results will be."

Tom felt his heart racing as he watched her. He couldn't believe this was happening. But as she began to unbuckle his belt, the reality of the situation hit him. This was a medical test, not a seduction. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and hoped that whatever was happening to him was real, because if it was a hallucination, it was the best one he had ever had.

"Remember, Tom," she whispered, "You need to tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort. It's important for the test."

Her hands were warm as they moved over his body, unbuttoning his pants and freeing his erect cock. He couldn't help but gasp at her touch. She was so professional about it, so... clinical. It was a weird mix of erotic and terrifying.

"Are you okay?" she asked, looking at him with genuine concern.

"I...I think so," he stuttered.

With a nod, she began to lower herself onto him, her eyes never leaving his. The sensation was indescribable, the softness and heat of her enveloping him. She started to move, her hips rocking gently at first, and then with increasing rhythm.

Tom's mind was racing, trying to make sense of it all. How could his subconscious conjure up something so realistic? The way she felt, the smell of her, the sound of her breathing...it was all so...real.

And then it hit him. The pleasure was intense, a wave that crashed over him like a tsunami. He had never felt anything like it before. It was as if his entire body was on fire, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. He didn't know if he could take it much longer.

"Good boy," she murmured, her voice a low purr. "Almost there."

And then he erupted inside of her and it was over. He could feel her warmth as she climbed off of him, her hand giving his cock a final squeeze before she stood up and put on her lab coat. "Well, Tom, it seems like the test was a success."

He opened his eyes to find her standing there, looking down at him with a satisfied smile. "How did I do?" he asked weakly.

"Perfectly," she said, her eyes sparkling. "Now, let's see if I can figure out what's going on with you."

Tom lay there, his body still trembling from the experience, as she walked over to her desk and began to scribble notes on a pad. He couldn't believe what had just happened. Was he going crazy? Was this some kind of twisted dream?

But as he watched her, he knew it wasn't. This was real. And somehow, his subconscious had just changed reality in a way that was more than he could ever have imagined.

"So, what's the diagnosis, Doc?" he managed to ask, trying to lighten the mood.

Dr. Hadley looked up from her notes, her smile widening. "Well, Thomas, it seems like your body is undergoing some...unusual changes." She paused, tapping her pen against the pad. "Your semen...it's not quite normal. There seems to be a unique energy signature within it."

Tom's mind reeled. "What do you mean, 'not normal'?"

"It's like nothing I've ever seen or felt before," she said, leaning closer. "But I have an idea. I need to run some more tests, but I think I might know what's happening to you."

The next few minutes were a blur of medical jargon and procedures that Tom had never heard of. She took samples, poked and prodded him, all while maintaining that same professional yet alluring demeanor. He couldn't help but feel like he was in some kind of twisted pornographic episode of 'House'.

"Alright," she finally announced, standing up and crossing her arms. "I'm going to run these to the lab. You stay here and rest. I'll be back as soon as I have the results."

Tom nodded, his mind racing with questions and confusion. What the hell was going on here?

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving him alone with his thoughts. He glanced at the clock on the wall. It read 3:15 PM. He had been in the infirmary for hours, and somehow, it felt like a lifetime. He lay there, his heart still racing from the 'test', and wondered what could possibly come next.