Dominated by my Doctor

Cold light flooded the empty waiting room of Dr. Adam Carters office, where I had to sit for the past hour. There was no one around except for one nurse at the reception. No one came in, no one came out. So why the hell do I have to wait so long? I yawned and looked at the magazines. Its mostly fashion stuff. Nothing for me. At my old doctors office I never had to wait so long. Slowly I'm getting nervous and ask myself if I should ask the nurse if they have forgotten me. But then the door to Dr. Carters room opened and there stood a small young woman in the doorframe. Her pink hair contoured her cute face and with shakey legs she trotted towards the exit. Behind her loomed the huge imposing sillhouette of Dr. Carter. "See you next week, Clara!", he shouted with a booming voice. "See you next time, Sir", I heard the receptionist say as the woman went through the door. What? Will she go now? Who did she talk to?

I cant spend more time on the thought as Dr. Carter turned to me and said with a big grin: "Come in, young man, take a seat". His thick black hair had a fade of grey in it, his beard as well. His arms and chest made him look like an athlete not like a doctor. *Jesus, he looks hot*, i thought to myself, *I mean like... good. For his age*. I took a seat in the way too small chair in foront of his huge oak desk. He sat down opposite of me in an antique looking leather chair and leaned back.

"You must be... Mr. Blacke... Marcus. I like to be on first name basis with my patients, is that okay with you?", he said. his voice was so smooth and his smile incredibly inviting. I immediately felt safe around him. "Of course", I replied. "Very well, I am Dr. Carter, but you can call me Adam. I am sorry for the smell in here its, uhm, the medicine, you know?", he said. It does smell oddly sweet in here. he continued: "This is your first time in my office, there's nothing to worry about. You'll find I'm just like any other docter, just better looking". "True", i said almost automatically. Oh god how embarrasing. My face turns bright red in an instant. "Well, thank you, boy", he just laughs it off: "You're quite handsome yourself". He starts typing on his computer. "So... Marcus Blake, 20 years old... You're here for the skin check up". "Right". "Okay, if you would please remove your clothes", he said matter-of-factly. "Huh?". was the only thing i managed to blurt out as he already stood up. "Well, I have to check your skin, no?". "Yes, but my old Doctor only checks my arms and face". He laughs and leaned down, god hes so much taller than me: "I'm a bit more thorough. Dont worry, I've seen everything".

I was weirdly okay with the prospect of stripping down. I felt really safe in his presence. I lost my button-up and my jeans and before long stood before him in only my boxer briefs. "Mhm", he said as he circled around me: "Just as I feared". My heart sank at those words and he circled back in fornt of me. Then without hesitation, he layed his hand flat on my stomach and I gasped for air. His hand really covered my whole stomach. I swallowed. "Just relax, dont worry", he whispered and stepped closer, i can smell his cologne: "What a toned stomach, you work out?". I giggled at the compliment like a school girl. Fuck, what's wrong with me. "N-no... just... pretty thin you know?", I said. "Very good", he said: "I'll need you to remove your underwear and take a seat on the recliner". "My underwear?", I said in shock. "Dont worry, Marcus. its just us men here, right?", he patted me on the back so hard it knocked the air out of my lungs and I took a step forward.

With not much oxygen in my brain I yanked my briefs down and sat on the recliner. He stepped in between my legs and started checking out my neck, my chest and my arms. I lookd down and saw my dick in between my legs. Its... not bad. Not ridiculously small, but not really big either. Okay it is pretty small, especially when its soft. His rough fingers worked there way down over my stomach towards my crotch and I swear I heard a "mhh" from him when he reached my dick. "I see your old doctor never checked this area", he said with a calm smooth voice. The opposite of my panicking, fast beating heart. His big, strong hands slipped between my thighs and opened them slowly and my dick... oh my god... no, this cant happen. I feel it throb one time. "Its the most important area for your condition and it was never treated I see", he says: "I mean it looks fine, dont get me wrong. But you can feel the skin is damaged". He started rubbing in between my thighs and touch my shaft one or two times. And it throbbed again. I'm definitely sporting a semi as my hot doctor explores my crotch area. "Im going to have to lube it up", he said. "What?!?", I blurt out and it even seemed to surprise him for a second before he grinned at me. "Its a special lotion for your skin", he said and squirted some gel into his hand and applied it to my crotch. And another throb. It's so over. I've got a boner. There it stood. 4 inches in all of its glory.

I saw him looking at it, smiling, but he didnt say a word. But my heart wont stop beating and then, without any warning, he grabbed my shaft and stroked it up and down to apply the lotion. My whole body twitched and i pressed my thighs together and a very audible moan escaped my mouth. i wanted to die right then and there. But he didn't show any reaction, but just smiled down on my throbbing cock. I didnt dare to say a word. "All done", he said and stod up. *Oh my fucking god*, I think as I see his crotch, *Is he hard right now? Is that his cock?*. A thick print is visible in his pants. It must be at least 10 inches long and thick as my forearm. this cant be his cock. I look down and to my horro I see my little dick leak precum. Jesus christ, at least my next routine is in a year. Plenty of time to find a new doctor.

"I'm gonna be honest with you Marcus", he said as I scrambled to put my clothes back on, but my boner won't go down: "It doesnt look good. I'll have to see you again next week. Probably two times a week from now on". He looks at me intensely, his hand resting on his crotch as he continued: "Your old Doctor was negligent and your condition is pretty bad especially in your crotch area". I want to die. "Yes, of course, Dr. Carter", is everything i can say. He stood up, walked over to me and stood close to me. He caught me staring at his bulge as he put his hand on my waste: "You know you can call me Adam. And hey, dont worry. This is all completely normal for a young boy like you". I could only swallow and nod, my boner still throbbing in my pants. "And I need you to shave your crotch area for next time. So the lotion will work better", he says and pushes me through the door: "I need your little thingy hairless, understood?". He shut the door and I stod in front of the nurse, head spinning, cock throbbing. Did he just call it my little thingy??