The exceptional doctor

I sat on the edge of the bed in my dimly lit bedroom, anxiously awaiting the arrival of the exceptional doctor. I felt a mix of apprehension and anticipation. Excited by what was about to happen, but afraid that Mia might get back home to catch us in the act. The ticking of the clock on the wall was suddenly quite loud. I tapped my fingers on the bedside table. I assumed Mia would be back home in one or two hours from now.

I thought it would be a good idea to remove all my clothes to gain some time. Besides, the card mentioned that the doctor would show a “sexy twist” if I played it well. I figured that being almost naked would be a way to start. A few more minutes went by before I heard a short knock on the door. Without waiting for an answer, my Mum walked into the room.

“Ryan Brooks?” She asked. She was wearing one of her old white coats and carrying a suitcase.

“Err, yes, that’s me.” I was caught by surprise, but realised it was quite promising that she did not recognise me, it should make things a bit easier.

“Good afternoon, I’m Dr. Watson, it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She introduced herself as she closed the door, walked over to me and shook my hand. She then turned to grab the only chair present in the room and put it right in front of me. I was still sitting on my bed, dumbstruck. As the exceptional doctor sat on the chair and placed the suitcase by her side, I noticed that she was not wearing any shoes and that her legs were bare. Looking up I could not see any clothes other than the white coat.

“How are you feeling today?” She asked me, forcing me to focus on the conversation. She had her glasses on and her hair in a bun. She looked professional as she leaned over to her suitcase and produced a clipboard and a pen. I got a brief peek down her coat, which confirmed my suspicions. She was naked underneath.

“I've been better, to be honest.” I replied as my cock began to stir.

“I'm sorry to hear that. Can you tell me about any existing medical conditions or chronic issues you may have?

“I don't have any known medical conditions, but I've been dealing with stress at school lately. It might be related to that.” I played along.

“Stress can indeed manifest in various ways. We'll address that. Have you experienced any unexplained fatigue?” She asked.

“I have been feeling quite tired, even after a full night's sleep.” I replied.

“Have you had any trouble sleeping, like difficulty falling asleep or staying asleep?” She continued asking as she wrote things down.

“Not really, I am sleeping quite well.” I replied.

“And how about your physical activity? Have there been any changes in your exercise routine?” She asked, eyes glued to the clipboard.

“I have been doing quite a lot of exercise lately, in the last week or so.” I replied while slowly rubbing my dick over the boxers’ fabric.

“Do you smoke, consume ****, or take any recreational ****?” She continued with the standard questionnaire.

“I don't smoke or use ****, but I do have a few drinks occasionally.” I replied. At this point, I decided to take my cock out through the gap in my boxers, the one normally kept closed by a single button. I was surprised by how excited I was, given that not much was currently going on, just some simple doctor questions.

“Thank you for providing that information, Ryan. It gives me a good overview.” She finally looked up, smiling and resting the clipboard on her lap. “You are eighteen years old, right?”

“Yes, doctor” I replied, slowly pulling and pushing my cock’s skin. At that point, she looked down, directly into my cock. I froze in place.

“Is everything ok with your penis?” She asked, without any change in tone or expression.

Oh. Shit. Was she able to see my cock? What the fuck?

“What do you mean?” I noticed my voice had a sudden higher tone.

“You have been touching it for a while now.” She responded as a matter of fact, gesturing at my cock with her pen. “Are you experiencing any discomfort in your genitals?”

I was shocked with how things were unfolding and the relaxed tone of my mother. Even if she believed she was in a real doctor’s appointment, she would not be so chilled about her patient jerking off right in front of her.

“Well, actually, it has been hurting a bit for a while now.” I decided to see where this could lead.

“You’ve been experiencing pain in your penis? Could you share more details about when it started and any activities that may have preceded the pain?” She asked, with real interest and concern.

“Sure, yes, well, it started about a week ago.” I was improvising on the fly. “I can't really pinpoint any specific incident that might have caused it. It's just been gradually getting sore, especially when I shake it or put any pressure on it.”

“I see. Sometimes, these things can be a bit elusive. Let me take a closer look at the affected area.” She said as she leaned forward in her chair. “Does the pain radiate anywhere, or is it localised to a specific area?”

“It's mostly right here on the tip of my penis. The head of the penis, may I say? It feels a bit tender, especially when I press down on it.” I informed her. I pushed my hips forward, trying to get the affected area as close as possible to the doctor’s mouth.

“Okay. It does not look tender at all. It looks rather marble-like…” She said, lost in thought. To my dismay, she sat back and moved her attention to the clipbord.

“I don't see any obvious signs of injury or inflammation either, which makes it a bit challenging to define the cause. However, considering your description, it could be related to strain.” She said as she wrote some things down.

“Strain? I haven't really been doing anything strenuous lately.” I replied, but quite the opposite, my cock had just had its best week ever.

“Sometimes these issues can occur without a specific trigger.” She said.

“It could be a combination of triggers.” I contributed with a joke only I could find funny.

“It could be related to repetitive movements.” She continued. “Our bodies can be quite sensitive to excessive action, or pumping in this case. I'd recommend some rest for your penis, avoiding activities that might aggravate it.”

“Ok.” I said, feeling a tad impatient.

“How often do you masturbate?” She asked with no signs of embarrassment, just like the most normal question in the world.

“Er… Well, I am not sure, a couple of times a week?” I lied.

“A couple of times a week?” She repeated my words with a slight hint of irony. I would have sworn that she had raised an eyebrow a quarter of an inch.

“Ok, well, maybe a bit more than that.” I confessed.

“When was the last time you wristed one off?” She insisted on that line of questioning.

“Three or four days ago.” I spoke the truth for once.

“That long ago?” Mum asked, sitting back on her chair and crossing her legs. They were nicely toned and looked very smooth. Her feet seemed a bit small, but graceful with even and slender toes. “Why so long?”

I was starting to feel at ease with this conversation.

“I don’t know, I just didn’t feel like it.” I lied again. “I have been very busy with school work and helping at home more than usual, you know, supporting my Mum and all that.”

“Oh, now that’s a good boy.” She replied with a sweet, but brief, smile. My cock twitched, which caught her eye. “Do you find it exciting if I call you a good boy?”

Well, my hard pulsating cock was the most effective lie detector, so I just nodded coyly. Mum wrote something on the clipboard.

“Have you noticed anything abnormal the last few times you masturbated?”

“What do you mean abnormal? I feel the pain I mentioned before.” I replied.

“I mean, is anything different? Do you reach climax earlier or later than usual? Does anything feel different when you are beating the sardine?” She asked with an uncharacteristic use of slang. Was that Mum’s version of dirty talking?

“Ah, well actually, now that you mention it...” I had an idea that could lead down some interesting path. “Lately I have been producing a large amount of… you know… sperm.”

“Is that so?” She continued after a few seconds of thought. “How much more do you ejaculate?”

“A fair amount more. Like double or more.” I replied. I was so horny and it had been so long since I last came, that I was sure I could shoot a pretty decent load that evening. I hoped we would get to that point.

“Has the colour of your sperm changed? As in, is it more transparent or more yellowy? Is there blood?” She asked. I could not tell if there was a glint of excitement in her eye. Maybe it was my imagination, but maybe she was eager to know all these details and was getting turned on by them.

“Mmh, not sure, I don’t recall any difference. Certainly no blood.” I replied.

“When you ejaculate, where do you deposit your sperm?” my mum asked.

“Excuse me?” I was almost offended by the question.

“I don’t mean to be rude. These are relevant questions that will help me understand what is happening to you.” She said with a serious tone, almost defensive after my reaction.

“Oh yes, sorry of course. I normally cum in a tissue. I mean, ejaculate in a tissue, sorry Doctor.” I did not mention that I much preferred to cum in stolen underwear.

“Do you overflow the tissue or is there plenty of it left dry?” She asked.

“Actually, lately I have been soaking it entirely. In fact, one piece of kitchen roll is not enough and I end up making a mess.” Now I understood her line of questioning.

“I see, well yes, that is a lot of sperm.” She admitted, writing something down on her clipboard. “How do you masturbate?”

I was utterly enjoying the conversation with the doctor. The moment she asked me that last question, my cock twitched and a large blob of precum appeared on my pee-hole. We both watched it grow slowly until it started trickling down my cock. Before it could reach my balls, my mum quickly reached out and picked some up with her index finger. I was mesmerised and with wide open eyes followed her finger going straight to her nose. She sniffed at the transparent liquid and used her thumb to test its viscosity. I was observing this and stroking my dick while wishing hard for her to put the liquid in her mouth. The ultimate medical test, I thought. She held up her wet finger close to her nose, with her mouth open. She was looking at the precum for a few seconds before turning her eyes to me. Suddenly aware of my dirty thoughts, she moved the hand away and rubbed her fingers clean on the white coat.

“Is this how you normally masturbate?” She asked. “Please, don’t stop, carry on. I want to see if your technique might be the cause of your pain.”

“Yes, madam. I mean, doctor.” I resumed my wanking while my mum wrote some more on the clipboard. “This is how I masturbate, right hand on my cock, my penis I mean, and go up and down, pulling the skin along. I find touching directly the head of my cock, my penis I mean, damn, is a bit too sensitive and I cum, climax sorry, too quickly.”

“Makes sense.” She said, while watching me from the comfort of her chair. She sat back for a couple of minutes, observing my technique. I stroked my cock very slowly, afraid that I would cum too quickly if I wasn’t careful.

“Please be a good boy and stand up for me.” She said.

It took me less than a second to get off the bed and to stand in front of my mum. My cock was hard as steel and red like a strawberry. My mum put the clipboard aside and leaned forward, legs still crossed, to reach my boxers and start pulling them down. I experienced a jolt of pleasure when she pulled down my underwear and my cock slid through the fabric’s hole and sprung up, almost hitting her face.

“Please continue.” she instructed, leaning back on her chair.

Now fully naked in front of the doctor, I grabbed my cock and continued pumping it, slowly and rhythmically. She had her eyes on my dick and her arms resting on the chair, the clipboard discarded. Her lips were slightly pouting and betrayed a smile. I enjoyed providing her with a show. I stroked my shaft and caressed my balls. I started a small motion with my hips, back and forth. I imagined my cock in her mouth and both my hands on her hair bun, bobbing her smart head into a deep and drooly blowjob. I wanked for a while before she moved over to her suitcase, where she picked up a sample container, one of those plastic screw-top recipients the size of a small yoghurt.

“I want you to put your cum inside this recipient, if you don’t mind.” She asked, unscrewing the white lid and approaching the container to the tip of my cock. She tilted it in my direction, making clear that she wanted to pick as much of my jizz as possible. I felt disappointed, as I rather cum on her or inside of her, but I was way too aroused to argue or to trick her somehow. I went ahead and after a couple more strokes I started spurting my long accumulated jizz. The first cumshot flew well over the open container, hitting her white coat. She lifted the container upwards just in time to catch the second shot, which was as thick and as fast as the first one. For the next few seconds, she expertly managed to collect most of my sperm until it was clear that I was spent.

“Now, that’s a good boy.” She granted. “It is a lot of sperm, as you said. Let me close this and put it away. I will send it to the lab for testing. How’s the pain?”

“Oh, yes, the pain.” I was still in the midst of the orgasm and sat down on the bed. “Yes, not too bad, but I do feel it, now that you mention it.”

“I recommend that you don’t masturbate again until our next appointment. I will get back in touch when I get the results. You call my office if the pain gets worse in the next few days, ok?” She was wrapping up and stood up ready to leave. “If the pain persists or gets worse despite these measures, it's important to follow up with me. We may need to consider further investigation to get a clearer picture of what might be going on. In the meantime, monitor your symptoms, and if you have any concerns, don't hesitate to reach out.”

“Alright, Doctor. I'll try to take it easy”. I replied.

“See you soon.” As she was leaving and as she reached the door, she turned around to face me and stood still, her eyes looking into the horizon. She spoke with an empty tone.

“When Ryan asks for an appointment with an exceptional doctor, I will send him to his bedroom and ask him to wait there. I will then change into my lab coat and will not wear anything underneath. I will treat Ryan like a new patient but I will show an exceptional interest in his sexuality. I will tap into my dominant kink and provide him with a sexual treat or two. Once he has reached orgasm, I will conclude the visit. If he attempts anything inappropriate that I have not initiated, I will get upset at him and will conclude the visit immediately.”

A few seconds later she seemed to regain consciousness. She looked at me with a smile and greeted him again. “See you soon.”

“Goodbye, doc”. I answered from the bed, as his mum left and closed the door behind.

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“You know, I, I have to say, you used to be absolutely dreadful at the trigger game.” Said the 8-ball all of a sudden.

“Holy fuck man! You need to stop scaring me like this.” I said, turning to face the ball on his bedside table. “Besides, what are you talking about? I am getting quite good at this. You have to admit.”

“Improved, yes. But ‘good’ might be a bit of a stretch.” Said the voice in his head.

“You'd be surprised. I've been establishing some strategies.” I smirked.

“Strategies? Since when did the trigger game become a military campaign?” The ball mocked him.

“Well, for starters, some triggers are quite dangerous to use, you saw Mia now being on to me.” I said.

“Ah, the art of war in the trigger game. Very impressive.” Said the 8-ball, I was not sure if he still was being sarcastic.

“Hey, I am using more triggers, I found a new card and I am managing risks, what else do you expect me to do?” I asked, standing up and starting to get dressed.

“And what's your brilliant strategy?” the 8-ball asked.

“Only use the triggers when I am alone with Mum or Mia, but also I do not **** the triggers by using them for small stuff. My eyes are now just on the big game, man.” I explained.

“Not bad, young padawan, not bad. You may turn out not to be entirely hopeless.” Said the 8-ball.

“Whatever, you will see.” I said before heading downstairs for dinner.

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A few minutes later I was back on the sofa watching TV when I heard Mia’s car drive up to the house. She was back just in time for dinner, and she had the gall to tell me that I was the one exploiting our mother. Being the perfect child, she got used to plenty of leeway from our parents.

As soon as she walked in, Mum called us to the table to eat dinner. The three of us gathered at the table. The plates were filled with veggies, grilled chicken, and quinoa - a healthier vibe that didn't sit too well with me, but I was proud of sticking to the plan and not forcing Mum to cook special food for me. The downside was, well, quinoa.

I picked at my food as Mia shifted the conversation to house chores, another minefield. I was sure my sister was testing me or worse, testing Mum. I had to be careful. I had to keep a balance between not overtly arguing with Mia, since Mum would take my side, and also not being too agreeable either, which would also set off an alarm in Mia’s head.

"Why is it always me doing the dishes?" I complained.

"Well, I already do plenty around here. It’s just fair that you do the dishes." Mia jumped in.

"It's not about keeping score. It's about sharing the work." Mum looked between us.

"Feels like I'm doing more than my share." I scoffed, but feeling that I was about to cross a line.

"Maybe if you weren't always holed up in your room, you'd notice." Mia fired back. That was good, I thought, much rather talk about me than about my interactions with mum.

Mum tried to cool things down, "Alright, let's not turn this into a competition. You both need to help out."

The tension lingered. Mia glanced my way, "And maybe if you had more friends, you wouldn't mind spending time with us."

"What's that got to do with anything?" I shot back, but mum stepped in.

"Mia, that's not fair. And Ryan, making friends isn't easy for everyone." Mum said.

"I'm fine with the few friends I have." I muttered.

"Few being the operative word. You have zero friends because you are a pervert." Mia said before taking a spoonful of quinoa.

"Enough, you two. This isn't helping anyone." Mum intervened.

As we continued, the argument about chores simmered, but I was managing to keep it normal, nothing to be suspicious about. I poked at my food.

"Can't we talk about something normal for once?" I grumbled.

"Lately this family has been everything but normal." Mia sighed.

"Well, we're all here together, aren't we?" Mum tried to lighten the mood.

"Yeah, stuck with each other." I muttered. I much preferred being with one or the other, alone.

Dinner rolled on, the disagreement about chores hanging in the air. We finished the meal in a kind of awkward silence, the clinking of cutlery filling the gaps. As I was fiddling with the quinoa salad, a thought came suddenly to my mind. During the doctor’s visit, my Mum was taking notes on a paper. What happened to those notes? Were they still in her suitcase? What if she found them and read what she had written? Surely that would come as a shock to her. I bet my name was on that paper, with all those notes about my pain and my jerking off… Furthermore, she had a container full of my sperm! Holy shit, that was a liability, if I knew one. Fuck me and call me Peter, I had to get hold of my sperm and the notes before she found them!

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