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But now the doctor's decided it's time to bring their little experiment the attention it deserves, and he's going to put Josh centerstage for a demonstration of his new techniques to a group of colleagues flying in from across the country. But maybe even he has underestimated the power of the changes he has inspired in his little manslut, because once the doors are closed and the presentations have begun, things seem ready to get hot and out of control, very fast.
Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, first time gay experiences, the use of a potent aphrodisiac, multiple partners and group sex, a highly erotic medical examination, anal sex, a dominant older man and the increasingly submissive, receptive young subject of his experiments. All characters are 18 or older.
The Doctor's Boy Toy is the second installment of the The Doctor's Demands Series. Each episode can be enjoyed in order or as a standalone story.
"He's at his most docile immediately after a session," he went on. "This was usually when I found it easiest to take measurements and gauge progress. At other times he can be – through no ill intent of his own – a little … excitable. That is, if you'd like to examine him, now would be a good time."
A babble of quiet speculation met his words. Several of the researchers approached me. They were initially dubious but I smiled encouragingly at them, happy to show I could be cooperative, and managed to stand up straight and expectant. Dr. Lowe usually gave me a little longer to recover after an orgasm, but I was supposed to be on especially good behavior.
They surrounded me, obviously enthusiastic about the chance to examine me. Curious fingers felt the smoothness of my skin, the contour of my side, and ran through my short hair. I basked quietly in their attention and let them touch me wherever they wanted. All the little caresses - ten or twelve hands on me at once - gave me the hot, sort of dirty feeling that my body was public property.
A pair of strong hands kneaded across my chest and a light breath of pleasure escaped my parted lips. I looked up to see the doctor I had been fantasizing about earlier. He smiled at me, his eyes appreciative.
Other hands, more daring still, felt the fullness of my ass and even brushed over the still hard shaft of my cock. I drew in a sharp gasp at the touch and obediently held still, silently waiting for it to return. I couldn't see who it had been. Several of the researchers seemed impressed by my immediate and intense reaction, and soon another curious finger ran along my thick, extended organ. My knees weakened and my eyes closed as I focused all my attention on the touch, willing it to return. It came again and my hands clenched as I fought to remain still and upright at the center of the examiners. And it came again, this time the touch moved around between my legs to probe at my hole and pushed into me. An abrupt orgasm burst through me, all the more intense for the way I was trying to fight it. My legs shook and a few quiet groans escaped my mouth."Please don't rile him up," I heard Dr. Lowe's chiding voice. "He's trying to hold still for you."
The hand withdrew sheepishly, with an encouraging pat on my ass by way of thanks or apology, I didn't know. My eyes remained closed as the lingering warmth passed out of me.
I opened my eyes and watched as one of them produced a tape measure and measured various parts of my body.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread's Bimbo Therapy Series.