badjujuboy

You’ll find me soft as soon  as I feel that cock in me. Though for me, the sight of another fully hard bottom getting fucked is also a turn on.  

Hey guys... I wasn't thinking about continuing this story, but here it is... @backpackguy, consider it a prequel and sequel to this story and others I've written.  😉

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 5 – I Remember Everything 

I did remember everything! Oh, fuck did I remember! Releasing the last of the cloud into Mike, I turned to Doc... 

“Doc... What the fuck?!”  

I had just realized the last nine months of my life had been erased from my mind. How did I not know this?! 

‘What day was it? ... I came here Friday after class... it has to be Sunday by now.’ I thought, trying to get myself together. 

He sat there smiling, watching my reaction. I turned to Mike sitting back on his haunches... his pecs pushed out from the cloud deep in his lungs. At this point, I didn’t know what was real anymore. Doc just sat there... 

“Go on...” he said, pointing to the mirror. 

I stood up, wondering what he was talking about and the haze started to lift. I saw a totally new me... 

“Fuck!!” 

“That’s it boy, look at what you’ve become...” Doc groaned, gripping his cock. 

My body was transformed before my eyes. I had put on at least 25 pounds of muscle mass. My right bicep bulged around the thick leather band cutting into it. And my pecs... fuck...  at least 3 inches had developed. I could feel my harness pulling and lifting them up into a pair of slabs. I was so into the sight of me that I didn’t notice Mike walking up behind me and cupping my pecs in his hands... 

“So, what do you think, bro?” he asked, kissing my neck and teasing the thick barbells in my thickened tits. 

“Fuck yeh, bro... love it!” I moaned, placing my hands on his and squeezed. 

I felt intense pleasure from my tits and remembered... 

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It was late afternoon on my last day of classes for the week. Walking out across campus, my phone vibrated... it was a text from Doc with an address. 

“Be here in 30...” 

Smiling, I threw my stuff in the trunk and made my way to the other side of town. I had never been on this side, but I had heard about... It was a mixture of industrial buildings right next to the so-called gayborhood...  

Parking in a large lot behind one of the buildings, I knew somehow where to go and walked directly to the nondescript door. The sound of a bell rang as the door closed behind me and I made my way down the empty hallway. A black curtain was at the other end. I stepped up and held it in my hand, feeling the heaviness of it. Taking a deep breath, I walked in... 

"Bout time boy,” I heard Doc’s voice say. “Strip.” 

I quickly turned and saw Doc... geared up and kissing a heavily tatted muscled stud in a leather harness, tit rings glistening under the light. Breaking the kiss, the stud turned towards me, spread his legs and smiled. Black leather chaps covered his thighs, exposing a hard cock laddered with barbells on the underside of the shaft.  

“Damn... boy,” he growled, approaching me as I dropped the last of my clothes. 

“Whad I say, Rocky?” Doc chuckled, watching him exploring my body with his black latex glove covered hands.  

“Goddamn.... C’mon, boy.” Rocky murmured, taking hold of my tit and leading me to the barber’s chair. 

A large dildo slathered in lube stood up from the seat. I didn’t hesitate. Sitting down, I moaned, feeling it stretching me out and sliding deep into me. My cunt began to burn...  

Strapping me in the chair, Rocky pulled a rolling metal tray over and started cleaning my tits as Doc moved behind me and held me by my shoulders. I jumped a bit, feeling his strong hands on my skin... the meth was now flowing through my body.  

“Relax, boy...” Doc said, massaging my neck muscles. 

Feeling a tightness on my right tit, I looked down past my smooth pecs to the clamp securely on my tit. I took a deep breath, gritting my teeth the moment the large needle slipped through my tit and punched out a bit of my tender flesh. 

“Almost done, boy.” he reassured me, quickly replacing the needle with ¾ inch barbell and screwing the ball on. 

“Shit, yeh...” I sighed, the throbbing pain radiating out and across my pec, turning into pleasure. 

“That’s it, boy....” Doc, whispered in my ear... “One more time.” 

“Do it!” I begged. 

Seconds later, I felt the clamp on my left tit and experienced the pain turning into pleasure again. Growling, my head fell back into the chair, and I closed my eyes. Doc stayed there, behind me, massaging my neck and watching my reaction. Feeling Doc pull his hands away, I opened my eyes to see Rocky standing there stroking his hard cock with his gloved hands in front of me. Without a word, Doc unstrapped me and pulled me up off the chair, leaving me empty. All I could do was moan from the sensation of my hungry cunt and throbbing pecs as he took me into the adjacent room. Seeing the room, I started moaning... It was a leather sub’s dream. A St. Andrew’s cross was prominently featured against the far wall. To the left, a set of heavy chains held a well-used leather sling suspended midair. To the right, a fuckbench stood prominently in front of a wall of toys... dildos, whips, plugs. Carefully dropping me on the center of the floor, he grabbed a leather case and tossed it to me. I opened it and saw my gear. Without a word, I carefully slipped my harness over my shoulders and strapped it on. My jockstrap was next... I stood, slipped my feet in and pulled it up by the waist. I slipped my hand down into the pouch and adjusted, sighing at the feeling of the leather pouch around my junk. Grabbing my socks, I hesitated, feeling heaviness. I smiled, lifting to my lips to taste the piss and sucking... 

“Fuck, Doc...” I grinned, putting them on and grabbing my boots to lace them up. 

Now booted, I searched the bottom of the bag but couldn’t find the final piece. Desperate, I turned the bag over but still nothing. It was then Doc spoke... 

“This what you’re looking for, boy?” 

I looked up at him, holding my collar. He stepped forward and leaned in to wrap it around my neck. Moaning, I felt him tighten it securely and lock it... 

“There, it’s done... You’re mine.” 

“Fuck yeh, Doc... yours.” I answered. 

With a wicked grin, Doc pulled me up and secured me in the sling. Obediently, I layed back, my legs wide open to expose my cunt. Rocky stepped up and I felt his cock sliding up and down my hungry cuntlips. 

“Yeh, fuck me...” I begged, feeling the metal barbells scraping against my cuntlips. 

He didn’t take his time... He slammed into me, making sure I felt his laddered cock scraping the walls of my cunt with every stroke. After a while of his tortured fuck, his thrust started slowing and lengthening, Relieved to think it was almost over, I tightened my cunt around his shaft and he started shaking... 

“Fuck,” he grunted, depositing a load in me. 

“So, we good?” Doc laughed, releasing me from the sling. 

"Yup,” Rocky sighed, pulling his studded shaft from my cunt. 

“You heard the man, boy...” Doc smiled, handing me the leather bag with my street clothes in it. “Let’s go home.” 

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I kept staring at my own reflection in the mirror as Mike stepped back and Doc took his place behind me... 

“Happy, boy?” he chuckled, lightly running his hands over my thighs. 

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. It was as if I had bulked up in the last couple of minutes. I could feel Doc’s cock pressing between my asscheeks. Reaching around me, he started running his rough hands over my pecs and rock-hard abs. Leaning in, he swiped a bead of sweat off my neck and held it to my mouth. 

“Fucking tasting the juice...” he growled, reminding me of the cycling I had done, and I remembered. 

I started sucking on his finger... 

“Goddamn juice.” I growled, flexing my tightly harnessed pecs and finally seeing the results of my daily workouts with Mike... 

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The alarm had gone off and woke me from a deep sleep. Wiping the sleep from my eyes, I reached behind me for Mike but felt the empty sheets. I turned over and saw the note on the pillow...  

‘In the gym... get your sweet cunt over there when you read this.... workouts start today.’ 

Stretching, I sat up and looked around the room... our room... and smiled. I had moved into the guesthouse with Mike after that first weekend session at the house. Doc made me realize that I couldn’t go on ignoring the real me... Of course, my dad wasn’t happy and true to his word, he cut me off... Luckily, my first semester of classes was already paid for. Doc had worked out the details with the bursar's office for me to stay in school though he never told me how and I didn’t care... I was free. 

Pulling the cum-soaked sheet off me, I laughed... seeing my morning wood standing straight up even after our all-night fuck session. I reached down, feeling his cum still dripping from my cunt and tasted it... 

“Fuckin love it...”  

I wandered into the bathroom and stood at the toilet. Taking a deep breath, a slow trickle started flowing from my piss slit until the room was filled with the sound of piss hitting the bowl. I sighed as the pressure on my bladder was reduced and morning piss steadily flowed out. Instinctively, I put a couple of fingers under the stream and lifted them to my nose. I closed my eyes and slipped them into my mouth and tasted... 

“Shit, yeh... piss.” 

I shook the last drops off and went back into the bedroom and wandered over to the closet. Opening it, the smell of leather, sweat and cum filled my nostrils as I looked at our leather gear... Doc had made it so Mike didn’t even see the door unless he allowed it, but I was aware of it. I grabbed Mike’s jock and started smelling the empty pouch filled with the scent of his cock. 

“Yehhh. Fucker...” I moaned, licking the inside. 

I put it back on the shelf and looked down, seeing one pair of boots where there should have been two, and smiled. I grabbed my boots and took out the pair of yellow socks rolled up inside... still wet from the sweat and piss. Taking the socks in my hand, I couldn’t resist taking a bite and sucking on the ripeness before slipping them on my feet... 

“Mutherfuuuuck...” 

Next, I sat down. Placing the boots in front of me, I slipped my damp feet into them... 

“10-hole Rangers,” I kept moaning until I had completed the ladder and tied the yellow laces. 

I slipped out the front door and stood a moment, feeling the cool breeze over my shaved skin giving me goosebumps. I stood there in nothing but my boots rubbing my hands over my body to warm it up. I headed to the gym in the main house... 

“Let’s do it...” 

Near the gym door, I could hear Mike’s grunts and the sound of weights. I went in and stopped at the sight of a collared Mike in nothing but his 10-hole Rangers lifting a heavy set of weights... his junk freely hanging between his legs.I had to admit it... even after all the fucking we did, I was still impressed at his body and that’s why I was here. I stood there for a minute... just watching him before he noticed and smiled up at me. 

“Morning... fucker. You ready to start working that body?” 

“Yeh,” I growled, watching his cock as he kept on lifting weights. 

Seeing my cock rising, he placed the weights on the rack and added more before laying down on the bench...   

“Spot me...” 

I moved into position and stood with my junk just above Mike’s face. I steadied the bar as he did a quick press up and slowly counted down... my cock now at full mast. I was in awe of the power of his muscles... watching his pecs expanding and contracting with every rep. My eyes wandered down the length of his hard body until they landed on his swelling cock. Finally finished with a set of reps, he dropped the weights and exhaled... 

“Goddamn, you're leaking, Sam.” he laughed, opening his mouth to taste the clear drop falling on his tongue. 

“Fuck, bro... you know what that body of yours does to me.”  

“I know, bro...” he smiled, getting up and standing in front of me, putting his hands on my shoulders. “Yours does the same thing to me.” 

His hands started moving tenderly over my arms. Reaching up to his bulging biceps, I felt the solid muscles in his. Slowly, Mike moved my hands onto his pecs and contracted them.  

“Goddamn, bro...” I moaned, his hands taking me down over his firm ripped abs. “That’s what I want.” 

“That’s why we’re here...” he moaned, pulling me into his sweaty body in a passionate embrace and kissed me.  

“Yeh... please...” I begged, gripping his lats and returning the kiss. 

I could feel our hard cocks twitching between our abs. Mike broke the kiss and led me to the bench press and sat down. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he pulled me down to my knees between his thighs. I quickly bent to floor and started moving my tongue across the smooth leather toe of his boot until it glistened. Moving to the other, I repeated my actions and licked my way up the tightly laced shaft... From side to side, I worked my way up his calves and thighs, savoring the taste of his sweat. Quickly, I moved to the low-hanging sac and took a ball into my mouth. 

“Fuucck!” Mike groaned, feeling me take them both in. 

I started sucking... pulling them in and stretching his hairless sac.   

“Shit, Sam!” he moaned, pulling me off and slapping my lips with his cock. 

I knew what I needed to do... I slowly ran my tongue up the underside of the shaft until I reached the engorged head. My tongue slipped inside the ring. Wrapping my lips around his shaft, I pulled. Closing his eyes, he grabbed my head and slipped his cock down my throat. I could hear his moans as he fucked my mouth...  

He kept on thrusting into my hungry mouth. And with every yank, my tongue slid underneath his cock... driving him wild. I was in the rhythm... sucking and licking... wanting to make him feel good.  

“Keep it up, bro...” he moaned, pushing himself up into my hungry mouth. 

I could tell he was getting close. I gripped him tight with my lips and felt his cock stiffen and pulse... 

“Fucking gonna cum, bro!” he cried out, falling back on the bench and holding my head between his thighs. 

His cock exploded with a fountain of creamy white cum and I swallowed his heavy load. Sucking in the last drops and placing my hands on his thighs, I stood and traced the deep cut of his adonis belt with my tongue as I made my way up his hot body... 

“I think we should start on my workout now,” I smiled, looking down at him and released the remaining droplets of his cum into his open mouth. He groaned... 

“Yeah... let’s do it.” he smiled, reaching up to grab my tits and squeezing. 

That’s how we started what would be a daily ritual of workouts for the both of us. 

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Holding on to the straps of my harness, Doc pulled me in tighter. His cock was now insisting on being let into my cunt. I took a deep breath and followed my training. I bent over slightly and arched... 

“Fuck me...” 

In one hard thrust, he punched through my cuntlips and filled me... 

“Good boy...” he grunted, grabbing my hips and fucking me furiously. 

I stood there taking his cock, watching him in the mirror. His face staring back at me... 

“Look at that leathered muscled gear pig... that’s what you’ve become... isn’t it?” 

“Shit yeh, Doc!” I growled, feeling his cock pounding me. “Goddammit!”  

He kept the pace up and I could feel the roids flowing through me. I started flexing... 

“That’s it, boy... show us,” he grunted, slamming his cock into me...  

“Goddamn musclepig taking cock and loving it.” Mike grunted, taking another hit from the glowing pipe bowl. 

“Fuck…” I moaned from Doc’s cock slamming completely into me.  

I saw what I had become... a spun leathered up musclepig taking cock. At that moment, I had become a cunt as he pumped in and out... the room filled with the sound of his thighs slamming against my sweaty asscheeks...  

“Take it!” Doc roared, his shaft pulsing against the walls of my cunt unloading into me.  

I stood there watching Doc breathing heavily. Still inside me, he dropped his hands to my waist, pulled down my jock, gripped my smooth sweaty package in his rough hands and held it up for me to see. I tensed up for a second, seeing my limp cock hanging at least an inch longer and my smooth nuts filling  
Doc’s palm. 

“SHIT YEH!” I laughed, realixing that just like Mike, I wouldn’t ever need to shave again.  

Slipping out of me, Doc took a step back. I stood there admiring my body in the mirror... fuck I was huge. I could see the reflection of his dripping cock calling to me and I turned, dropping to my knees... 

“Fuckin A, Doc!” I groaned, scrambling to take it into my hungry mouth and taste the thick mucus mixed with his cum. 

“Do you remember why you’re here?” he asked... 

“Yeh, Doc... I do!” I garbled, feeding on the remnants of the fuck. 

Eagerly, I licked it clean, showing my devotion to his cock as he motioned to Mike. Mike quickly stepped up, flicking his tongue over Doc’s tit. Doc moaned thrusting his hips against my face as Mike took it into his mouth and started chewing on it, growling like a dog... 

“Aw fuck, boy... work on it.”  

I went to work on Doc’s cock, latching on to clean off the last of the remains as Doc flooded my mouth with piss. Quickly swallowing the hot piss, I felt Mike’s hand squeeze my shoulder and I pulled off, allowing him to drop and take the last spurts into his mouth. 

Doc growled, shaking the last drops on our faces. We heard the door unlock and I heard an unfamiliar voice boom... 

“Fucking pigs,” growled the man closing the door behind him. 

Shocked, I stopped at the sight of him. He looked like a slightly younger version of Doc. His left arm was surrounded by a leather armband and a leather Master’s harness framed his pecs... but they were white. His ringed tits stood out from thick growth of black hair sprinkled with slight hint of grey on his pecs trailing down past his abs and into the bulging white leather jockstrap with a solid red cross on the pouch. My eyes moved down his solid thighs to take in his huge calves filling a pair of white leather boots. I couldn’t help myself and I moaned at the sight of them... 

“Fuck yeh, 10-hole Rangers.” 

“Ah, Ian, it’s about time...come on in.” Doc smiled and turned to me... “Boy, say hello to my brother Ian. As you can see from his gear, he’s a medical doctor. Since you’re thinking about med school later on, I’ve arranged for you to intern with him." 

Knowing what Doc meant, I crawled to Doc Ian and kneeled at his booted feet. His blue eyes stared down at me... 

“Hello, Sir.” 

“Thanks Con, it’s been a day.” Doc Ian said, sitting down and grabbing a pipe from Doc’s hand. “Hi boy, Conor... uh Doc Murphy’s told me a lot about you.”  

Doc Ian lit the torch and rolled the pipe between his fingers, never taking his eyes off me. Inhaling deeply, he held it for a few seconds and slowly exhaled, the white cloud slowly flowing over his lips. 

You’re welcome, boy. Internship starts now...”  

It took me only a second to realize what he meant... Placing my lips on his boot, he blew a cloud over me, and I breathed it in, moaning at the thought of what it would involve. I started licking the white 10-hole Rangers as I had been trained to do... pausing only to take in the clouds he blew down on me. I kept on, until he lifted each foot, and without questioning, I started to worship the soles of his boots. 

“Good, boy...” he grunted approvingly, putting his booted foot back on the floor and held the pipe between his thighs... “Go on, boy.” 

Instantly, I raised myself and wrapped my lips around the still warm stem. I stayed there, waiting as Doc Ian took his time to finally torch the bowl. I slowly inhaled and felt it enter my mouth and fill my lungs. Taking my time exhaling, I held onto Doc’s thick thighs and started moaning... the meth renewing my hunger for cock.  

“Another, boy...” he ordered. 

Taking another hit, I felt the meth flowing through my new body. I couldn’t help myself... I mounted his size 12 boot and started humping his leg. 

“Fucking love this shit!” I groaned, feeling my cuntlips sliding over the white leather toe of his right boot. 

“Goddamn, boy!” Doc Ian laughed, removing his cod piece and hauling out his cock. 

Pulling me up, he grabbed my head and placed the tip against my lips... 

“You know what to do...”  

I took a breath... his cock invaded my mouth... slowly at first... until he reached the back of my throat. Holding it there, against my tonsils, he looked down to see what I would do. Once he felt me opening up, he nodded and pushed on, expanding my throat as his widening cock slid down. With his hands tightly gripping my head, he continued pushing into my throat until his entire cock had disappeared. I could feel his pubes tickling my lips as the musky scent of a long day filled my nostrils. 

“I’m going to teach you so much.” he growled, pulling out until only the head was resting on my tongue. 

Looking up, I started teasing the underside of the cockhead with my tongue, going for the precum oozing out of his piss slit. 

“Yeah, that’s it boy,” he said, firmly gripping my head in his hands. “But what I want is to feel that cunt wrapped around my cock.” 

Without another word, he lifted me up and led me to the sight of Doc pulling Mike by his harness and fucking him in the sling. I couldn’t help but stare at Mike hanging in the air, his pale skin contrasting against the blackness of the well-worn leather. I stood there watching Mike taking cock...  

Suddenly, I felt Doc Ian’s fingers flicking my tits. I moaned. Leaning back into him, I could feel his cock pushing up against my back. His hands traveled across my abs and grabbed hold of my junk... 

“Has Con, told you about my specialty?” he said, his tongue wriggling against my ear.  

“Nooo,” I moaned, his cock sliding between my asscheeks. 

“I specialize in transforming bodies.” he growled, squeezing my limp dick and spreading his legs. 

I slid my arms back and grabbed hold of his hips, feeling the heat of his flesh. I pulled him in against me. I moaned, closing my eyes and imagining the possibilities... 

“Oh Fuck!”  

“Just imagine what else I could do with this, Con.” he chuckled, fondling my junk as Doc looked up. 

“Back off, Ian. He’s perfect as is.” Doc scowled, plunging his cock to the hilt in Mike. 

“Ok, big brother,” he laughed, his leaking cock sliding down my asscrack. 

A bigger wave of hunger came over me... My cunt started throbbing, wanting to be filled. Opening my eyes, I saw Doc ramming into Mike and felt his brother’s cock was closing in on my cunt... 

“OH FUUUCK!!!” 

Keeping my eyes on Doc and Mike, I leaned back into Doc Ian’s pecs, feeling his mouth chewing on my earlobe. Pushing my legs apart, he bent me over and pushed his solid cock into me.  

“YEH!” I moaned, feeling the heat from his cock stretching my cunt lips and scraping past my prostate. 

He kept on, slowly entering me... almost as if he was hesitating. Moaning, I begged him to fill me... 

“Do it! Fucking fill me! Sir!” 

I kept moaning as he increased the pace until I felt his heavy sac against my asscheeks. Instinctively, my cunt gripped and held it tight.  

“Fuck, big brother... you picked me a good one.” Doc Ian chuckled, holding tightly onto my hips. 

We stood there, watching the wild fuck happening on the sling. Moving his hands to my tits and pinching, Doc Ian started to calmly fuck me, pulling slightly out before filling me up again.  

“Keep watching, boy.” he ordered, taking his time fucking me with long slow strokes. 

Obeying, I surrendered to his cock, feeling every vein and ridge of it. The room filled with the sounds of fucking and groaning from the four of us. The smell of sweat and musk mixed with the scattered meth clouds filled my nostrils with every deep breath I took. 

Before long, Doc slowed his fucking to a stop... leaning in with his cock still inside Mike, he whispered into his ear. Nodding, Mike groaned, acknowledging what had just been revealed. Lifting his head, he moved in and flicked his tongue against Doc’s lips before laying back and releasing the cock inside him. 

“That’s my boy,” Doc Murphy chuckled, playfully slapping Mike’s sweaty abs. 

Releasing the restraints, he took hold of Mike and easily picked him up and carried him to the leather chair.  

“Here you go, son.” he chuckled, kissing him on the forehead, and handed him a freshly packed pipe and torch. 

“Thanks, Dad.” Mike moaned without a second thought, lighting the torch and inhaling deeply,  

I froze. Did I just hear right? Dad? Feeling the tightness around his cock loosen, Doc Ian wrapped his arms around my waist and explained as he held my smooth sweaty junk and stroked it. 

“That’s right, boy. Mike is Con’s son... my nephew. Con only found out about him when his mom died and his stepdad tossed him out of the house.”  

“Fuck!” I exhaled, remembering all the times Mike and I took Doc’s cock. 

“Mike found out about him and went looking. He showed up at his practice one day and confronted Con. It was during that confrontation that Con did his magic. Well, you know...” he chuckled, squeezing my sac. “Looks like he finally released that memory.” 

“Yep, baby brother. I finally did it. Thanks to this one here.” Doc smiled, motioning to me. “Let’s show him our appreciation.” 

“Shit yeah, big brother.” Doc Ian growled, pulling out and leaving me empty. 

Taking me in his strong arms, he carried me to the sling and carefully dropped me on the sweat covered leather hide. Doc Ian then stood back, watching Doc secure me to the chains, legs spread wide, stroking his cock with one hand while tugging on his tits. Finally secured, Doc stood at the foot of the sling between my open legs and looked at his brother... 

“Let’s do this...” he snarled, slamming his cock to the root in one thrust. 

Feeling his familiar cock inside me again, waves of lust rushed through my body as he started fucking me hard. I was concentrating on the pounding until I looked up and saw Doc Ian behind his brother. Placing his hands on Doc’s shoulders, he crouched and slid his leaking cockhead against my taint.  

“Are you ready, big brother?” Doc Ian asked, his cock sliding against his brother’s shaft and teasing it. “Always did fucking love that cock of yours...” 

“OH FUCK!” I hissed, feeling Doc Ian’s cock pushing past my puffed out cuntlips. 

“Yeah, baby brother... you might just get to feel it tonight. Always did love fucking you.” Doc grunted, feeling his brother’s cockhead gliding over his shaft. 

In the back of my mind, I knew my training had prepared me for this... I relaxed, opening myself up further.  

“SHIT!” I cried out, experiencing the fullness of two cocks stretching me out for the first time.  

Seeing my reaction, Doc Ian started pressing further along his brother’s shaft and deeper into me until his cock was in as much as it was going to be. 

“Fuck Docs, love it!” I moaned, feeling their shafts pressed against each other inside me. 

That’s when it got going, they started to pull back simultaneously and push forward, causing the sling to sway. I knew what I wanted... I started bucking, increasing my movements to fuck myself on the pair of cocks, moaning loudly over and over. Every nerve in my cunt screamed at the pounding. Suddenly, I saw Doc Ian whispering in his brother’s ear.  

“Goddamn, yes!” Doc growled, pulling his slimy cock out of me and moving behind his brother.  

Still in me, Doc Ian slowed his fucking. His body tensed and he took a deep breath... Without another word between them, Doc shoved himself into his brother. 

“Fuck yeah, big brother... so good.” Doc Ian shuddered, feeling his brother’s cock stretching him out. “Fuck me, Con...” 

Doc obliged... Pulling on Doc Ian’s harness, he buried his cock with each thrust. Doc Ian gasped at the roughness of the fuck. 

“You like that, Ian?” Doc growled. 

“Oh, fuck yeah! Goddamn needed it!” 

Both the Docs looked up at me, their eyes full of lust. Doc’s sweaty body heaved against his brother’s back as Doc Ian’s wet cock disappeared into my hungry cunt before being pulled out and quickly driven in again. Catching Doc’s eyes, I saw the animal lust enhanced by the meth flowing through our bodies. Sensing he was close, Doc pushed his brother down, forcing him onto my abs and pounded his brother. 

“Fuck, little brother, gonna fill you up with my cum” he hissed... “Get ready.” 

Nodding, Doc Ian rapidly started fucking me with shortened thrusts. A few seconds later, he started to shake...  

“Fucking cumming!” he screamed out... “Do it, Con... fill me up!” 

That did it! Doc’s eyes instantly rolled back, his hips spasming forward and drove his cock deeper into his brother... 

“Fuck!” he grunted, shooting his load into his little brother’s well used hole. 

The sight was too much for me and my cunt started to pulse... 

“Shit! Yeh!” I moaned, feeling the walls of my cunt wrapping tightly around Doc Ian’s cock. 

We stayed like that, trembling from the simultaneous orgasm. The first to make a move was Doc... 

“Shit...” Doc moaned, pulling out his dripping cock.  

Next was Doc Ian... Pulling out of me, he walked over to his brother and stood there shaking from the intense orgasm. Seconds later, Doc smiled and moved in and wrapped his arm around his waist... 

“Fuck, that was good, little brother. It’s been a while since I had that cunt of yours.” 

“Damn, Con... I know what you did back then when you came home that first spring break from college.” Doc Ian sighed, unashamedly... “It’ll always be a cunt for you.” 

“Always...” Doc smiled, fingering his little brother’s leaking cunt. 

Pressing his lips against Doc Ian’s, he pulled their sweaty bodies together and they started devouring each other... tongues dueling in between biting and nipping at each other’s lips. Not being able to control himself, Doc Ian fell to his knees in a weakened state and took his brother’s cock into his mouth to taste his own juices. To the side, I saw Mike growing in agitation from what was going on... 

“Fuck, dad...” Mike moaned, rushing to join his uncle sucking on his dad’s cock. 

I layed there, hanging in the sling, watching the familial scene in front of me. Finally remembering me, Doc Ian smiled, stood and walked over to me. Admiring my sweaty body, he started tracing the ridges of my abs. 

“He’s right. You’re perfect. My formula was all you needed.” 

Unchaining my restraints, he lifted me, placed me next to Mike on the floor and stood next to his brother. Taking charge, Mike quickly slipped his hand on the back of my neck and pulled me onto his uncle’s cock.  

“Go on, Sam...” Mike encouraged, “Suck my uncle’s cock while I service my dad." 

Hearing him call Doc “dad,” I went wild. 

I took the cock quickly in and started hungrily sucking... 

“Holy fuck!” Mike groaned, seeing me going to town. 

Staying on Doc Ian’s cock, I grabbed Mike by the shoulder and pushed him towards his dad. Eagerly, he leaned forward, closing his lip around his dad’s cock to taste his Uncle Ian’s juices on it. Doc stood there, not saying a word, enjoying his son bathing his hard cock with spit. Once completely wet, Mike pulled back to the tip and wrapped his lips around it as it disappeared into his hungry mouth, down into the back of his throat. 

“Fuck, Son!” Doc gasped, feeling his cock surrounded by his son’s throat muscles. 

Mike stayed there... his dad’s cock down his throat until he tightened his lips around Doc’s shaft... he pulled backwards, moving his lips along the shaft until all that remained in his mouth was the leaking cockhead. 

“Suck my cock, son!” Doc groaned as Mike’s mouth sank back down his shaft, burying his face in the musky pubes while Doc Ian started plunging the full length of his cock up and down my throat. 

Doc Ian’s groans only increased my desire for his cock... I wanted to feel his cock exploding in my throat, flooding my stomach. I needed it. I kept on... repeatedly milking the thickening shaft with my throat muscles. 

“SHIT! Fuck, boy... I’m gonna nut...” he growled, gripping my shoulders to steady himself as the pulsing shaft released a torrent of cum down my throat. 

Continuing to drain Doc Ian’s cock with my mouth, I pulled off as the last drops hit my tongue. I turned to Mike, watching him worshipping Doc’s cock. 

“Yeh, fucker...” I groaned, watching Mike dragging his lips back and forth on the shaft. 

Mike was sucking on Doc from the tip to the root of his shaft, making his dad moan. I could see the tension building in Mike. Suddenly, Mike’s hand gripped my face and slipped two of his fingers in my mouth. Moaning, I started sucking until they were covered in my spit. Mike released Doc and fell back onto the floor and spread his legs...  

“Fuck me, dad,” he begged, ramming his wet fingers into his cunt. 

Smiling, Doc went down to his knees and slowly sank into Mike.  

“Oh fuck, dad!” Mike groaned, feeling Doc’s cock stretching him wide and start fucking. 

Doc kept on, banging Mike’s hips into the floor as Mike wrapped his muscled thighs around Doc’s waist. Doc Ian and I stayed silent, watching them rutting like wild animals before Doc stopped and held his cock firmly in Mike.  

“Shit, son... Taaake it!” Doc growled, bucking and flooding Mike’s cunt before falling on top of him, panting hard to catch his breath. 

Like a good boy, Mike layed there milking it and taking every drop of his dad’s load. A couple of minutes later, Doc pulled out and sat back, holding his slimy cock. 

“Fuck, daaad!” MIke moaned, taking it into his hungry mouth. 

Looking lovingly down at Mike, Doc caressed his boy’s cheeks and grunted... releasing a stream of piss. Mike latched on and swallowed... 

“Give you an idea?” Doc Ian smirked, grabbing my head and rubbing his cock along my lips. 

“Yes, Sir!”  

I took it in, just in time to feel the beginning spurts escaping from his piss slit along my tongue. I don’t know how, but I swallowed the entire amount that filled his bladder. Finally tasting the last drop, I released Doc Ian’s cock and leaned into his thighs.  

“You did well, boy.” Doc Ian said, “I can see why my brother chose you.” 

“Thanks, Sir.” I replied, looking up and taking his sweaty sac into my mouth. 

Laughing, Doc Ian patted my cheeks and called to his brother. 

“Con,” he chuckled, “I need to talk to you, in private.” 

“Alright, my office...” Doc said, kissing the top of Mike’s head. 

Opening the door to let Doc Ian pass, he turned to us and smiled. Mike and I turned to each other and grinned. I crawled to Mike and kissed him passionately as he pushed me back on my elbows and started to study me.  

“Fuck, Sam... you’re fucking beautiful, bro.” 

“Yeh?” I smiled, spreading my legs... “This is all thanks to you.” 

“Yup... and a few cycles of my uncle’s special formula. No shrinkage.” he chuckled, crawling between my legs and taking hold of my sac. “Definitely no shrinkage...” he moaned, slurping my limp cock into his mouth and rolling it over his tongue. 

“Ah fuck, bro!” I moaned, suddenly needing to piss. 

I didn’t hesitate... I knew Mike wanted it and let out my potent chem piss. Grabbing my hips, he pulled himself down on me until I could feel his soft lips on the smooth skin of my crotch.  

“Shit, Mike!” I sighed, holding his head in my hands... “I fucking love you.” 

Hearing this, he grabbed hold of my thighs and squeezed until the last of my piss was in his stomach. He pushed himself up to face me and let out a large burp... 

“I love you too. Sam. But...” he laughed, hesitating a minute before going on... “Does knowing Doc is my dad weird you out?” 

“Shit, bro!” I laughed, kissing him... “Fuck no! It’s kinda hot knowing I’ve been fucked by the Murphy clan.” 

“Good,” he sighed, moving down and lapping at my dripping cunt as another layer was revealed. 

I definitely get that feeling. I had a regular fuck bud that would fuck me missionary and he’d hit my spot every time. I’d have to hold it in as I didn’t want him to stop fucking me… It was only later with my first Daddy that I told him I needed to piss and he just said to let it loose. 

Not my favorite pastime but my first Daddy was uncut. During one of our first sessions, he told me the next time I was over he'd make sure that I'd get a taste of his. He was true to his word. I was so turned with what was going on that I happily took his cock in and cleaned him up like a good boy. After that, he would sometimes surprise me but I never hesitated in servicing his cock.

Just wanted to add for those in the US… check out GoodRx for the generic version of Truvada. In my area, it can be found between $18-$28 for 30 days in some of the grocery store and chain pharmacies using the card/coupon which is free. 

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 4 

I followed Mike down the hallway, watching those muscled glutes framed in the black straps of his jock move with every step he took. I realized the extent of Mike’s therapy... He was a two totally different men in that hard body. On we went... instinctively walking down the long corridor until we reached the door. I was expecting him to open it, but he turned and started to inspect me... his fingers roamed over my body until they slipped inside me. I inhaled deeply... my skin now on fire from the meth clouds I had been fed. 

“Fuck yeh...”   

Grunting in approval, he tightened my harness... my pecs now pushed up and out even more... He moved to face me and smiled, cupping my pecs with both hands.  

“Sam...” he whispered, taking my tit in his mouth and biting. 

I groaned at the pleasure in my tit vibrating through my pecs and concentrating in my cunt. Slowly, he chewed on it until I couldn't take it any longer. I fell to my knees. My tit now throbbing, I looked up into Mike’s slightly dilated eyes staring down at me. All I could do was beg as blood rushed back into my tit... 

“Please...”  

He nodded and, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a leash he connected to my collar. I groaned at the need to serve filling my mind... 

“Oh fuck, yeh!” 

I could hear heavy footsteps coming down the hall... I turned and saw Bry leading his leashed sub towards me. Shoving his cock into the sub’s mouth and using it like a cunt, he growled... 

“You look good like that, bro. I only wish I could have collared and led you out the shed away from your fucking dad that night.” 

“Fuck yeh! Bry! I would have left with you. Why didn’t you...” I moaned, seeing the sub’s dripping fat cock jutting up and over the waistband of his jock. 

I stayed there... watching Bry’s thick cock disappear into the hungry mouth with every thrust. 

"Fuck, bro... You weren’t ready.” he grunted, shoving his steel-hard cock into the sub’s smooth cunt.   

“What do you mean... not ready?” I moaned, carefully studying the sub taking my best friend’s cock. 

My eyes settled on the ripped sub... the sight of the perfect arch of his back... The words ‘present cunt’ came rushing to me. I knew what I had to do. I was going to transform my body into that. 

“Yep, bro... you’re gonna be beautiful...” Bry snarled, taking the fucking to a new level. 

“Fuuck me,” I groaned, watching the sub starting to push back onto Bry’s cock to meet every thrust. 

Like a beacon, the sounds of the savage rutting drew the others. We were again surrounded by the leathered gods watching Bry take what was his. With every thrust, his cock invaded the well-trained cuntboy. Then I heard it... the same sound I heard that night in the shed come out of Bry’s mouth as he shot his thick load. 

“Goddamn fuck!”  

A roar of approval filled the hallway. Immediately, the sub moved off Bry’s cock and took it into his mouth. 

“Fuck yeh!” I growled, watching the sub on Bry’s cock... “Clean it!” 

“You’re learning, bro.” Bry chuckled, "But there’s one more thing... this one here needs to learn the one thing that you’ve never needed to learn.” 

“What do you mean, bro?” I nervously asked. 

“Fuck bro... I saw you looking at my cock when we had to take a piss. At first, I thought it was just about my cock... Now you know I didn’t mind... but shit... Fuck, you paid more attention to it when I was pissing.” he laughed, stroking his sub’s cheeks. 

“Bry...” 

“S’ok, bro,” he said, looking down at the sub still on his cock. “It’s part of you... and it’ll be part of this one, too.” he growled, holding the sub’s head tightly and releasing his piss. 

“Goddamn yeh!” I moaned, watching the sub’s throat muscles tense as he drank from my best friend’s cock. 

Releasing the sub, Bry pushed him forward without a word. The sub made his way to me... Leaning in, he whispered in my ear... 

“You’re on your way.” he said, motioning to the door before our lips met. 

I felt Bry’s piss steaming into my mouth... Craving it, I swallowed the ever-increasing flow. ‘But how,’ I thought... 

Suddenly, I could feel a cock in my mouth and my lips wrapped around it. I realized it was Mike’s... He was feeding me his chemmed-up piss. Lifting my eyes to his, I encouraged him to feed me... I held on tightly to his hips and took his entire cock. He quietly moaned as he stroked my cheeks...  

“Fuck, Sam, not just some messed up kid.” 

With his bladder finally empty, he pulled out of my mouth. I stayed there on my knees watching him approach the door and knock three times. Hearing no response, he took my leash, opened the door and led me into the room. 

As the door was closed and locked behind me, I looked to the center of the dimly lit room but struggled to see anything. Mike was moving behind me and the lights brightened until I was able to see another leather god standing in the middle of the room between two slings hanging side by side from the ceiling. I fell back at the now familiar sight... 

“Aww, fuck!” 

Doc stood there... booted legs apart, wearing a pair of skin-tight chaps bulging from around his muscled legs sitting below his sculpted abs... his ringed tits sparkled on his harnessed pecs. Taking in the thick leather band encircling Doc’s left bicep, my hand moved to my right bicep to feel the leather band. 

“Serve...” I thought.  

My eyes went down to the long black leather gauntlets encasing his arms before moving to his crotch. His semi-hard cock and full sac was surrounded by a thick metal band pushing them forward. I sighed, seeing him kitted out in the same gear as Bry. 

“Fuck yeh, serve...”  

“Yeah, boy... you will.” 

He picked up a packed pipe and handed it to me. Taking the pipe, I held it in my mouth while Mike knelt and lit the bowl. I inhaled deeply... wanting to fill my lungs with the thick meth cloud. Feeling the effects, I turned to Mike and leaned in to release it... 

“Fucking gonna serve...” I growled. 

“Serve...” Mike moaned, taking it deep into his lungs.  

Doc remained standing there watching us feed on each other until the last of the shards were gone. Dropping the pipe, Mike moved in and kissed me... our tongues invading each other’s mouth. My body was on fire... every touch of Mike’s hands on me burned. I reached out to explore his hard body... feeling his smooth muscled torso... with my fingertips.  

“So fuckin sexy...” I moaned, breaking from our kiss. 

“Fucking better than a thesis.” he whispered softly in my ear.  

“What?!” I whispered back, startled at what he just said. 

“Shh...” he mumbled and kissed me again. 

Doc chuckled, seeing the effects we had on each other. 

“Good boys, it’s time.” 

Immediately, we stopped what we were doing and faced him. Without another word, Mike stood and pulled on my leash... leading me to the leather covered fuck bench. I quickly got into position... face down, my cunt exposed and vulnerable... as Mike fastened my ankles first. Moving up my legs, I felt Mike’s hand run against my cunt before moving to my wrists. He bent down and smiled... 

“Shit Sam, I’m gonna have more of that hot cunt later when we’re alone...” he winked, securing the other wrist and signaling Doc I was ready. 

“Shit yeh, fuck me.” I begged, feeling Doc’s fingers examining my cunt. 

“Yes, boy...” Doc chuckled, placing two fingers inside me while motioning to Mike. 

I moaned... feeling Doc’s fingers expanding and contracting... stretching me out. My cunt now ached... wanting to be filled. Looking up, I saw Mike approach and stand in front of me... his jock gone. His ringed cock now hard and jutting from his smooth crotch. In his hand he held a syringe... I knew what that meant... I slowly growled, wanting it. 

“Mmmmm, yes...” 

Wrapping a tourniquet around my bicep, he prepped my arm.  

“Please!”  

“Yeah?” Mike quietly snickered. 

I nodded... Mike placed the needle at my bulging vein and expertly slipped it in and drew blood. 

“Fuck Sam, I didn’t know...” he whispered, pushing the chems into me.  

Releasing the tourniquet, Mike stood in front of me... his cock now within reach of my mouth. I growled and closed my eyes, feeling the chems rushing through my body as Doc took a long thick black dildo and began fucking me. 

“Goddamn it!”  

I slipped my lips over the Mike’s cock and teased it with my tongue. Feeling Mike’s hand on the back of my head, I ran my tongue along the underside of the shaft going down my throat. Opening my eyes, I looked up to see Mike carefully studying my reaction to the thrusting of his cock into my mouth. 

“Mmmhmmm...” I whimpered, acknowledging our secret. 

Seeing our interaction, Doc laughed and slipped the dildo deeper inside me and began pumping... it was inflatable! I gasped as it began to expand and spread my cunt lips wider. Mike’s thrusts began to increase until I felt his cock explode in the back of my throat and release a torrent of cum I greedily swallowed. My moans on the Mike’s deflating cock filled the room as the thickness of the dildo expanded in me. Looking up into Mike’s eyes, he smiled and released his piss and filled my mouth. I was loving it... The piss kept coming and I gulped it down, wanting every last fucking drop. Mike just stood there... watching me take it. Feeling the stream slow, he pulled out and showered me with the last few spurts of piss. Mike quietly growled, licking up the piss and sweat dripping from my face... 

“Fucking love, it, bro.”  

“AWWW FUCK!” I hissed, feeling Doc’s cock slide across the fattened dildo and spread me open hard and fast. “Do it!”  

My head went back from the pain. Mike reach for my tits with a sadistic smile and gripped them tightly. He started twisting and rolling them between his fingertips.  

“Fucking harder!” I begged, arching my back to take all of Doc.  

All I could think of was making Doc feel good and that did it... Doc’s cock hit my prostate and rolling waves of heat surrounded it.   

“Shit yes, boy... take it all!” Doc yelled out, pounding and pushing me forward into Mike’s tightly gripping hands. 

Holding onto my harness, Doc continued railing into me... pulling it completely out and then shoving it back down to the root. Mike just stood there, my tits in his hands. My eyes stayed on him...  

“Fuck yeh! Harder!” I kept begging Mike... feeling the pain in my cunt tighten even more around Doc. 

Doc’s breathing became hard, taking deep breaths with every thrust. Then I felt it... his cock expanding inside my cunt. 

“Mutherfuucckkk!” he yelled, his body shaking from the flood of cum pumping into me before falling on my back.  

Doc stayed in me as my tits continued to be tortured... the pain causing me to grip on the deflating cock until he couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled out. He stood there, holding his spent cock... a drop of cum visible in his piss slit. 

“Release him!” Doc snarled. 

Without a second thought, Mike released my tits and scrambled to free me from the bench. Finally set free, we both dropped in front of Doc’s slimy cock and cleaned it... our tongues fought for the slimy contents of my cunt until there was nothing left but our spit. I knew what was next... I looked up into Doc’s eyes and whimpered, wanting to taste Doc’s piss. Doc stood above us with a steel-hard gaze and grabbed my jaw, forcing it open and steaming hot piss rushed from his cock slit. The first rush hit my chin and then rose to my open mouth. 

“AWWW Fuck!” I moaned, trying to swallow. 

Remembering Mike next to me, I grabbed him by the neck and pulled under the piss stream still coming from Doc. Doc laughed... 

“Fuckers... you want to share don’t you.” 

We started nodding and moaning, letting him know it was true. At that moment, Mike and I were bonded... No matter what’s happened between us, we served Doc. Doc stood back and his piss started covering both of us, spraying our bodies. The hot piss rushed down, glazing us in a bright sheen as it gathered around us on the floor. I was hypnotized, watching it drip over Mike’s smooth muscled body. We started rubbing and wiping the piss with our hands over each other. When the last drops finally dripped from Doc’s cock, he stepped back... 

“Goddamn sweet piss boys... clean yourselves up.” 

We happily started lapping the piss off each other... our tongues covering each other’s bodies and exploring every nook and cranny. Moving to my ear, Mike licked the drop on my earlobe and whispered... 

“Shit Sam... I’m definitely gonna remember this.” 

I moaned, taking his head in both my hands and kissed him. Again, we went at it... tongues plunging into each other’s mouth to taste Doc’s piss. We couldn’t get enough of each other. As we kissed, I could feel my bladder signaling a need to release. I pulled off Mike and smiled... 

“Bro, I gotta piss.” 

Mike growled... Moving to my cock, he opened up and I put my cockhead on his outstretched tongue. As soon as it hit it, his thirsty mouth moved to surround the head... My chemmed piss gushed out. I could hear Mike’s frantic gulping and I realized this was Mike’s first time drinking piss. I laughed, looking down at Mike watching me... 

“No fucking way! Really!?” 

All he could do was give me a slight nod... It seemed like I was releasing gallons into his willing mouth. He was drinking as fast he could, but my piss was building up and pouring out over his chin. 

“All of it, boy!” Doc ordered, clearly impressed with Mike’s new kink. 

Mike moved forward to take my whole cock until I felt his lips against my crotch. At this point, I could see him struggling to take it down and could hear each gulp he took. As the stream started to slow, he started to relax and pulled back to taste the last remaining drops. Rising, his lips met mine... giving me a taste of my own piss. 

“Fuck! I needed that!” he murmured, trying to make sure Doc couldn’t hear. 

“All right, boy... in the sling,” Doc ordered. 

I don’t know how but Mike and I knew which one he was talking to. Mike quickly positioned himself and I moved to lock him in. I heard Mike groaning and turned to Doc... his arms now encased in long black rubber gloves. 

“Do it,” Doc ordered.  

Without questioning, I grabbed a filled rig and alcohol pad on the nearby table. I walked over to Mike and stood there for a minute before he smiled. I nodded, fastening the rubber strap around his bicep and prepped his inner arm... Holding the rig in my hand, my body began to tremble slightly as the needle met his vein. 

“Remember, boy...” I heard Doc tell me. 

New memories rushed into my mind... I knew what to do... I had done this before.  

“Holy shit, bro... I remember.” I laughed and expertly slipped it into Mike.  

I released the tourniquet and stepped back as the dose rushed through him. I could see him turn his face to me and growl through his clenched teeth... 

“Goddamn Sam...”  

With a motion of his hand, Doc called me over...  I obeyed... Grabbing a stool, I placed it between the two slings and took a step back to watch. Placing a tub of lube on the stool, he plunged his hand into its white contents... 

“Good boy... watch.” he told me. 

His fingers caressed his twitching cuntlips and slowly pushed more and more of his fingers inside. With his body now writhing, Doc’s slicked hand disappeared into him. My eyes widened watching Mike take a fist. I could see the hunger and desire in his face... he was being stretched open...  Doc started to easily pull his hand back and forth... each time a bit further out of Mike’s cunt. It was obvious he’d done this before! The fisting grew more intense... I could see the sling now swinging back and forth causing Mike to slide further onto Doc’s hairy forearm.  

“Fucking cunt.” I moaned and closed my eyes... 

I felt a strong rubbered hand grip my shoulder. I opened my eyes and turned to Bry, now standing next to me.  

“Look bro... fucking pig is leaking.”  

It was true... Mike’s cock was releasing a clear rivulet of precum forming a puddle on the floor underneath him. Bry gripped my shoulder again and took a bit of the precum with his fingers and fed it to me.  

“Fuck, yeh!” I moaned, tasting the precum and sucking on Bry’s fingers. 

My emotions at this moment were overwhelming and I fell into his arms and started crying. 

“Fuck Bry! Why didn’t you say anything to me that night? If you had only asked me to come with you, I would’ve!” 

I felt Bry easily lift me up and drop me into the empty sling... 

“Let’s do it...” he growled, securing me to the chains and pulling on a cord on the wall. 

“Oh... fuck!” I moaned. 

A black cloth dropped to reveal a mirror above me reflecting my glistening sweaty body. I watched as Bry slipped a hand into the lube. Spreading the lube on my cunt with his now slick hand, he started teasing it... 

“God damn, bro... that is one hungry cunt!”  he growled, leaning in and kissing me. 

I moaned, feeling him at my cunt while we were locked in a passionate kiss. 

“Fucking pig... you’re loving it.” he smiled, giving me a final peck to concentrate on my cunt. 

He did this for a while... him playing with my cunt. Then slowly he slipped a finger inside. My eyes opened wide as my cunt heated up. My head flew back, and I exhaled deeply... 

“Fuuuuuck!” 

“You want me to stop, bro?” 

“Fuck no, bro!” I barked back, not wanting it to stop. 

“Good boy...” Bry grunted, slipping a second one in and finger fucking me. “Your slammed up cunt is getting a second dose.” 

My head was spinning but I loved it. With two fingers inside me, Bry opened them up and stretched me out... he was preparing me. I could feel him spreading more lube on my cunt and a third finger entered and opened me up even more... 

“Fuck yeh, more please!” I begged as the meth in the lube hit my bloodstream. 

Growling, Bry took it up a notch and slipped a fourth finger in and spread my insides to a point I didn’t think was possible. All I cared about was Bry’s hand working its way deeper inside me. My body burned with desire to be opened up. I could feel his fingers going deeper into me with every thrust until... at last... Bry took full control as his thumb came together with his fingers. He started rotating into me until I felt his entire hand slide in. I closed my eyes at the immense fullness in my cunt... 

“Motherfuuuuuck, bro! I never knew!” I cried out, having my best friend inside of me. 

“Fucking proud of you, bro!” Bry growled, feeling my cuntlips surrounding his wrist with his long fingers exploring my cunt. “Looks like you’re where you belong.” 

“Mmmmm... yeh... where I belong...” I moaned, looking up at the leather god who now owned me. 

“Yes boy, right where you belong...” Doc smiled, his hand firmly in my cunt. 

“Yeh Doc... more please.” I mumbled incoherently, realizing where I was. 

I looked up into the mirror reflecting both slings. Doc was between Mike and me... a hand in each of us.  

“Fist me, Doc!” I begged, wanting to feel everything the muscled boy next to me was experiencing. 

“Of course, boy.” Doc chuckled... somehow knowing what I was thinking. 

I began to wonder how, but then I felt Doc’s hand begin to work its magic in me and I didn’t care. I tried to wriggle myself down to feel his fist deeper inside me as he began to thrust deeper... slowly at first but then he began to speed up...  

“Shit yeh, Doc... so good!”  

Every once in a while, he’d push into both of us a little harder or at a different angle after slipping more of the potent lube into our cunts. Mike and I kept our eyes fixed on each other in the mirror, watching each other easily take a fist. The only sound coming out of the three of us were the moans and grunts as Doc punched and rolled his fists into our cunts.  

I could see Doc was deep inside Mike and driving his arm further inside. I knew there was no way I could take that. My cunt began to clamp down... trying to prevent the fist from going deeper. Noticing this, Doc slowed down and started to expand his fingers...  

“Goddammit! YEH!” I cried out, feeling his fingertips rubbing against the walls of my cunt. 

Doc continued slowly working on my cunt, but his fist was deep inside Mike... driving it deeper and deeper inside him. My cunt began to throb around Doc’s fist as I watched Mike’s cunt loosening up around Doc’s invading arm in what must have been new depths... I could see Mike’s body tremble and stiffen... not being able to take a deep breath. He started panting from the pleasure surging thorough his body until he let out a loud cry and fell back on the sweat covered sling... 

“Oh fuuck... yes... FIST!” he moaned, sweat pouring off his body. 

With his fist and forearm still in Mike, Doc began to laugh at hearing him so clearly express himself after his first cunt orgasm. 

That’s it boy... you’re integrating, aren’t you... tell me the truth. You’re remembering.” Doc chuckled, stretching out his hand and fingering the slimy walls of his cunt. “Remember everything...” 

Mike stared at his reflection in the mirror as the fingers thumped inside him... I could see he was reliving every moment that he had still blocked out... remembering his training... how his body was transformed... the hair removal... the piercing... the years of service to Doc. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore and blurted out...  

“Fuck! Yes! I remember everything!” 

Doc smiled and pulled completely out of our cunts and undid our restraints. Carefully, he lifted us out of the slings. Mike and I stood there, holding on to each other to steady ourselves.  

“You thought I didn’t know, did you, boys.” he said, standing there smiling... his gloved arms dripping with lube and our juices.  

Mike stood there trembling, finally remembering that he was there when Doc began my training... 

“Sam, I’m sorry!” 

I didn’t know what to say... I was still in shock at what was happening and looked to Doc... 

“Remember...” he said, looking straight into my eyes and giving me my trigger. 

“Oh, shit!” I blurted out... remembering the last bit of memories that Doc had blocked from my mind. 

Mike and I looked at each other in shock... It was true... I was supposed to help unblock Mike’s memories of serving Doc. My brain started processing it. I ran to the door and tried to open it but it was locked. Turning, I saw myself as if for the first time in the mirror covering the far wall. Stepping to it, I stared at myself...  From the beginning, I had been trained to do it. Doc had turned me into the collared leather gear pig standing before me. I knew I couldn’t go back. Worse, I didn’t want to go back... this was who I was! But everything I had done was under Doc’s control. I didn’t understand. Was I just some fucked up kid Doc used to get the one he really wanted? What the fuck was going to happen to me? 

Doc quickly came up behind me and turned me to face him.   

“It’s ok, boy.” he told me, wiping the tears from my face.  “You’re safe... you aren’t going anywhere. And don’t worry, you’ll never have to see your dad, again.” 

“Yeh, Doc?” I asked, not really believing him. 

“Yeah, Sam... you’re staying here.” Mike said, walking up behind me. 

I turned to face him... seeing the complete man. I sighed and hugged him. We stood like that for a minute... my chin on his strong shoulders. That’s when I saw him... Bry stood at the open doorway with his collared sub at his side... hard cock drpping standing straight up.  

“Fuck bro... you’re ready!” he growled, and they turned to leave. 

I wanted to say something, but Mike took my face in my hands, and we started to kiss like long lost lovers. I could hear their heavy footsteps grow dimmer, and I heard the last part Bry said... 

“You’re free, bro... free from your dad. Have at...” 

“Boys....” Doc chuckled, interrupting our make-out session. 

Turning, we saw Doc sitting in his leather chair... His legs stretched wide, framing his hard cock. In his hand, he held a freshly packed pipe. Mike and I turned to each other and smiled. We dropped to the floor and crawled to him. At his feet, we both sat back on our haunches and waited. Doc lit the pipe and took a deep hit. We both moaned watching Doc’s pecs rise as the cloud filled his lungs. Exhaling, he motioned Mike to approach. Mike took the pipe and took a deep hit and fell back.  

“Boy...” Doc exhaled, teasing me with the pipe. 

“Fuck yeh, Doc!” I growled.  

I went for the pipe as soon I got between Doc’s thighs, but he pulled it away. I looked up into his eyes wondering what I did wrong. 

“You didn’t do anything wrong, boy,” he said, grabbing my chin, placing the at my mouth. “Feed.” 

Wrapping my lips around the warm stem, I took a deep breath of clouds and filled my lungs to capacity. Finally realizing this is where I was meant to be all along, I looked up to Doc and smiled. Grabbing my face with both his hands, he leaned into my ear and whispered... 

“Remember boy... remember everything...” 

“Fuck Doc!” I moaned, turning to Mike and fed the thick cloud into his waiting mouth...  

“I do now, Doc. I remember everything...” 

The End 

Your diet can definitely affect the taste. I once shared a roasted elephant garlic bulb as an appetizer at lunch with a buddy… that night, we could taste it in our loads and sweat. 

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 3 

I remember dreaming of men surrounding the bed... Their voices barely speaking above a whisper. I struggled to make out the words... Turning from side to side, I saw each booted muscled god geared in the shiniest of black leather. Tightly strapped leather harnesses accentuated their muscled pecs with rings through their prominently thick tits, making my mouth water... On my right, the men wore jockstraps... their full pouches so tight that I could see the subtlest of differences of their cocks... cut, uncut, pierced or not, it was more than obvious. While on my left, the men’s strong legs were enveloped in chaps... their muscles clearly defined as if the hide was painted on... their hard cocks and full sacs set off by a heavy chrome cockring. The room was filled with a distinctive scent of musk and leather as the sweaty tangled mass of flesh grew before my eyes... an orgy of every possible combination of lustful desire. The dream was so vivid... the men’s grunts and groans began to grow louder and fill the room. Seeing one of them escape the pile, I moaned, recognizing the young god approaching with tightly cropped red hair and green eyes. 

“Shit, Bry!” I called out, seeing my best friend transformed into the most incredible leather fantasy. 

His harness circled over his broad shoulders and under the thick muscled pecs. My eyes couldn’t stay off the twin slabs of muscle covered in reddish-brown fur showcasing a set of heavy rings piercing his thick erect tits poking through the fur. Below them, a trail of fur ran over the ridged stack of abs. His thick thighs bulged in the tightest leather chaps, drawing attention to the exposed dripping hard cock and sac. With every step of his boots, his muscles rippled at the slightest movement as he made his way to me. 

“Fuck Sam,” he smiled with a lustful gaze, pulling the covers off to reveal my shaved body... Staring at wetness of the sheets at below my cunt, he growled. “I hear you’ve been a good boy.” 

Still trying to understand how he could be in my room, I asked “How...?” 

“Never mind, bro...,” he said, interrupting me and pointing to the writhing heap of men in the room. “You need to serve.” 

Looking at the men, wave after wave of desire came over me... 

“Yeh, Bry...I do.” I growled, getting down on my knees as Bry’s leaking cock throbbed before my eyes. 

Licking my lips and wanting to taste that cock again, I reached up to his thick muscled thighs and leaned in, opening my mouth take it in...  

Suddenly, a sound woke me up... It was Mike, carrying a tray of food and juice into the room. 

“Sorry, Sam... didn’t mean to wake you. Doc told me you spent the night ‘cause it was getting late and asked me to just drop this off.” 

As I lay there, the images of Bry and the other men began to flood back into my mind. It took a minute to get into the moment before realizing I was sporting the beginnings of a hardon. But for some reason, it didn’t bother me, and it wasn’t definitely a problem for Mike... 

“Looks like it was a good dream.” he smiled, noticing my growing cock before putting the tray down next to the bed. 

“Thanks, Mike,” I said, drinking some of the juice and remembering last night. “Yeh, it was getting late by the time my session was over.” 

“Yeah, Doc doesn’t like to break up a session if it’s going really well...” he chuckled, looking me over... “Well, for some patients at least, he’ll keep it going as long as necessary. When that happens, I just head to my room and work on my thesis.”  

“Cool,” I said, remembering how he looked last night in his gear... my cock started stiffening. 

“Yeah, very cool... and so fucking smooth,” he groaned, sitting down on the bed next to me and rubbing my abs and shaved crotch before leaning in. 

Without a word, he brought his lips to mine... It was like last night never happened. He reached down and ran his fingers over my puckering cunt, causing me to groan in surprise. Kissing me deep and hard, his tongue invaded my mouth. 

“I thought...” I moaned, taking a breath as a finger entered me. 

“What? I’m a bottom cause I let Doc fuck me...” he laughed, feeling the remnants of cum in my cunt. “Don’t worry... I’m not jealous. It’s part of our arrangement while I finish my grad work. That's all there is to it... nothing else.” 

“Nothing else,” I groaned, feeling a second and third finger go in. 

“Damn... Doc must’ve worked your cunt over last night.” he growled, feeling my still loose cunt. 

“Yeh... he did,” was all I could say as he continued fingering me. 

“Did ya like it, Sam? Being filled with Doc’s cock or was it something else?” he grunted, stripping and pulling my thighs apart to expose my cunt.  

“Shit, yeh!” I moaned, seeing that hard pierced cock again... 

The next thing I felt was his warm wet tongue licking my cunt before it spread my cuntlips and pushed inside. 

“Goddamn!” I moaned, feeling him digging deep inside me. 

"Sweet fucking tasty cunt, bro" he said, coming up for air. “How’s that feel?” 

“Fuck yeh... fuck my cunt!” 

“That’s right, bro... what you have there is a cunt... Don’t ever forget it.” he told me, teasing me with his cock. 

I nodded, remembering my therapy... “Cunt...” 

Putting my legs over his shoulders, he shoved his rigid cock into me without warning, sending a wave of passion over me. 

“Say it, bro... tell me what you want.” 

“Fucking fill, me!” I gasped, feeling the ring hit my prostate as he began to rock in and out of me. 

He didn’t waste any time ramming his cock into me... 

“Fucker... gonna take my time with you,” he growled, slowing down and holding his cock deep in my cunt. 

He kept on edging... fucking me til he was close, then would pause, waiting for the sensation to pass... only to start again until I was begging for his load. 

“Fuck man... give me your load, bro! I need it!” I cried out, grabbing his hips and pulling him in all the way to the root. 

He began ramming me hard until he stiffened and let out a heavy roar, unloading a volley of cum inside me. I could feel each throbbing pulse of his cock. Bending down, still impaled inside of me, he kissed me. 

“Fucking hot cunt...” he smiled, pulling his still hard cock out and sitting back. 

I scrambled to clean it... sucking and tonguing his cock until I had done my duty. 

“Good boy...” he growled, his warm wet tongue licking my cunt before it spread my cuntlips and invaded. “Give it to me.” 

With little pushes of my cunt, the load dripped out onto his open mouth until I had released most of it... Then, he crawled up and fed it to me. Kissing, our darting tongues exchanged the load until we both gulped down the contents and fell on the bed in a sweaty jumble.  

“Fuck, Sam... That was hot. I never imagined that you’d be this good when you came into the office that day. I figured you were just some messed up kid needing therapy.” he laughed, exploring my smooth body with his hands. “You surprised me when you showed up here like this. What made you do it?” 

Knowing what I knew about him, I smiled. “Don’t know... I guess I just felt like it.” 

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” he chuckled, taking hold of my smooth pecs and rubbing his fingers over them. “I did the same thing when I first got here. But it’s a bitch to keep up... so I got it permanently removed. Doc has a buddy who does it and hooked me up.” 

“Yeh?” I groaned, imagining being permanently hairless as he went down to lick my pecs.  

Then, licking my left tit, Mike sucked it in and bit down... 

“Goddamn!” I moaned, panting at the pain he was inflicting. 

He stayed on my tit, chewing on it... tasting the sweat dripping off my pec. Releasing it with a kiss, he moved to the right one and I began to growl in heat as he repeated the torture now turning to pleasure. Reaching for my swollen cock, he began to stroke it as he alternated on my tits before moving down my abs. By now, my tits were aching and standing at attention, causing my cock to go rock hard. 

“Yeah,” Mike growled, exploring my shaved body with his mouth... “When did you do it?” 

“Yesterday, right before coming over.” I sighed, feeling his lips and tongue sliding over my skin. 

“You missed a spot, right here. I’ll let Doc know... so you can get that taken care of.” he chuckled, licking between my thigh and crotch before taking my cock in his mouth.  

“Fuck, yeh!” I cried out, feeling his tongue dig into my piss slit. 

He started licking and wrapping his tongue around the mushroom head... flicking at it and lapping the dribbling precum. Slowly sliding down, he started sucking on my leaking cock... keeping his eyes locked on mine with one hand on my shaft and the other holding tightly onto my sac. His hand began to pull it away from my body as he held my balls tightly in a fist.  

“Aw fuck! Harder!” I cried out... realizing at that moment the extent of my therapy.  

My begging for pain urged him on and his pace quickened. I thrust my hips up to meet him. The sensations of his mouth were overwhelming... I needed to cum. I was close... Grabbing the back of Mike’s head with both hands, I began forcing his mouth up and down my cock, faster and faster. I could feel myself slowly going over the edge. Then, as he released his grip, my body shook with lust, releasing an explosion of cum.  

“Fuck yeh, bro! Fucking love, this shit!”  

We remained like that... me on my back with him still latched on my cock... sweat running down our bodies until sound of Doc’s voice shook us out of the moment. Doc stood at the entrance to the room, but I couldn’t make out what he said. My mind must have blocked it out... but the moment Mike heard the words, he sat up, releasing my cock. Turning to Doc, he nodded and dropped to his knees on the floor next to him.  

“Good boy,” he chuckled, rubbing Mike’s sweaty shoulder. “I was wondering what was taking you so long,” 

I quickly apologized... “Doc... I’m sorry. I guess I fucked up.” 

“No problem, Sam. So... you’ve now experienced both Mikes.” 

Leaving the dazed Mike on the floor, he wandered over to me. 

“How’s it feel?” he asked, feeling my freshly fucked cunt. 

“Damn, Doc,” I smiled, seeing his growing bulge... “So good!” 

“Good to hear, boy.”  

He looked back to Mike kneeling obediently on the floor before noticing my chewed-up tits. Pulling his wet finger from my cunt, he rubbed the slime around my swollen tits and gripped them tightly with his fingernails. 

“Fuck, yeh!” I shuddered. “Harder!” 

With his cock now tenting his jeans, he whispered in my ear as he increased his grip on me. 

“Yeh, Doc...” I murmured, feeling the pain course through my body. 

After a couple of minutes, Doc let go and stood up. I quickly fell next to Mike, our hands behind our backs at attention. Turning to face us, he began to strip as... I could see him speaking, but I couldn’t make out the words. Gripping the bottom of his T-shirt, he pulled it up and off his torso, exposing the forest of fur on his muscled pecs. We quickly made our way to remove his shoes and socks. Mike then scrambled up to unbuckle the thick black belt around his waist. It was then I joined him as we pulled the jeans down to expose his furry legs. Slowly, we began moving our mouths up his legs... our hands massaging his powerful muscles until we met at Doc’s low hanging sac. Taking in the scent of his crotch, both of us began to moan and took one of his heavy balls in our mouths... 

“Fucking cuntmouths!” 

Our tongues darted out, tasting the hairy sweaty sac and we moved up to the base of Doc’s shaft... Up we went... our lips gently massaging the thickening shaft until our tongues met at the leaking piss slit at the tip of his engorged cockhead. Tasting the precum, our tongues began lapping it up. Feeling Doc’s hands against our heads and push our mouths against each other, our sparring tongues began to feed each other. 

“Goddamn cocksuckers.” he growled, holding us by the scruff of our necks. 

We began to worship him, sucking and worshipping his god-like cock like we had been trained...  

‘Yeh, that’s the word,’ I thought...realizing at that moment it had been imbedded in us... Mike and I were meant to serve together.  

Before I could think about it, Doc thrust between our lips... back and forth, enjoying our attention to his powerful cock. We needed his cock... we continued... pushing him closer to release with every movement of our mouths. Feeling the overwhelming need for cock, I moved to the head and slowly swallowed his cock to the base of his shaft. I could feel Mike’s tongue flicking at the saliva dripping out of my mouth. Slowly backing off, I grabbed Mike’s head and shoved my tongue in his open mouth. Gripping my tongue with his lips, he moaned... knowing his desire for cock, I pushed his head towards Doc’s still leaking cock and he swallowed it in one fell swoop. We continued like that... sharing Doc’s now steel cock. We were nothing but a pair of cuntmouths servicing a cock... just as Doc had said. Getting close, Doc pushed us off his cock and we fell to the floor... our faces covered in spit. 

Walking over to the bed, he pulled out a packed pipe and torch from the nightstand and climbed onto the bed. Spreading his legs, he lit the pipe, inhaled and motioned to us. Quickly, we climbed on the bed, slid over the soft sheets and joined him on either side. Placing our mouths to his, we inhaled the large cloud escaping his handsome mouth.  

“Go on... have at.” he growled, passing the lit pipe to Mike. 

We began sharing the pipe while Doc sat back watching us take hits and blowing the thick white clouds into each other’s mouths. Taking the last hit on the now empty pipe, I exhaled into Mike, devouring him in a deep kiss as Doc’s strong hands roamed over our bodies. Instinctively, we both went for Doc’s tits. 

“Fuckers...” he growled, pushing our mouths onto his furry pecs. 

Holding both of us tightly, we began to suckle like two nursing pups, humping our bodies against Doc’s legs. Doc’s hands roamed down over our smooth muscled backs and began to explore our cunts. 

“Goddamn cunts...”  

I began moaning as the realization of what I was becoming hit me and I raised my hips, giving Doc access. But it didn’t stop there... I felt another hand now exploring my exposed cunt. It was Mike’s. 

“Fuck me!” I cried out, feeling fingers digging into me before latching back onto Doc’s tit. 

Mike immediately pounced on me and shoved his cock deeply inside me. Holding onto my shoulders, he began to piston fuck me.  

“Fuck, yeh!” I cried out into Doc’s pec, feeling the PA scraping against my prostate with every stroke. 

The sensations in my cunt took over my mind and I was lost in the moment... My mind filled again with images of the leathered gods surrounding us... watching me surrendering to my desires. Bry stood out smiling, leading another by a leash to our side.  

“Fuck yeah, bro... Feels good, don’t it?” Bry growled, pushing the sub onto the floor on all fours.  

Smiling, he moved behind the sub and kicked his legs apart to expose the willing cunt. Bry dropped... Licking the pierced taint leading to the sub’s willing cunt, Bry smiled and looked at me before shoving his cock in quickly... causing the sub to let out soft groan. I couldn’t take my eyes off them... seeing the look of rapture on the sub’s face as he took every inch of Bry’s cock. 

“Fuck, bro... Tell me... is yours still tight?” he growled, picking up the pace and slamming the willing sub. 

“Fuck yeh!” I grunted, coming back to reality as I felt Doc’s hands caressing down my back.  

“YEH, DO IT!” I yelled, feeling Doc’s cock pressing on my cunt while climbing onto Mike’s back. 

I was grabbing at the sheets, feeling Doc’s cock sliding over Mike’s shaft and pushing past my cuntlips. 

“OH FUUUUCK!” I hissed, instantly feeling the pain of being split open. 

“Relax, boy... surrender.” Doc told me, before saying something else I couldn’t understand. 

Instantly, a wave of pleasure overcame any pain as Doc’s cock invaded me. Mike remained still... not a sound coming from him. 

“Yeh...” I now moaned in pleasure, feeling Doc’s cock invading my cunt. 

With my therapy now kicking in, I began fucking myself on their cocks.  

“Good boy,” Doc grunted, slapping Mike on the ass and they began fucking me in unison. 

With every one of their thrusts, I moaned... feeling myself stretched to the limit, I began to lose focus. The room grew warmer and filled with the sounds of animals rutting... grunts, moans and wet slapping bodies. Bry had returned...  

Holding onto the moaning sub by his harness, Bry’s assault continued as the sub fucked himself on the pierced cock. The wet slapping of Bry’s thighs against the sub’s shaved ass filled the air around the circle of leathered admirers. 

“Fuck, Sam... Every time I fuck this cunt, I imagine it’s you... my bro... taking my cock.”  

With each pounding, the sub’s moans grew louder, and begged for more. Bry continued pile-driving him... stretching his cunt with an ever-increasing ferocity until he couldn’t hold back and released an explosion of cum. Instantly, the sub scrambled to Bry’s still hard cock to clean off the remnants of his load.  

"Inspiration...” Bry growled at me. 

Coming back into the moment, I felt the thrusts of my double fuck begin to slow and intensify... I knew it wouldn’t be too long for them to fill my cunt.  

“Fuck yeh!” I cried out, feeling the simultaneous loads unleashing in me as the fucking continued until the contents of their balls flooded my cunt.   

Their load now deposited, they fell on my back and pushed me fully onto the mattress. 

“Inspiration,” I moaned... feeling the weight of their bodies on top of me. 

Pulling out of me, Doc stood up and positioned himself in front of our faces... 

“Beautiful...” 

Immediately, we took his slimed cock and cleaned it... taking the remains of the loads into our mouths. Satisfied, Doc walked away as Mike pulled me up and sat back, holding me in his arms. Holding tightly onto his cock, I leaned back...our lips met. We began to devour each other as his hands explored my sweaty body. Releasing his cock, my hands roamed over his hairless muscular body, knowing that it was what I needed... to bulk up and match his body. In the back of my mind, I already knew that my appointment with Doc’s buddy was set... I would never have to worry about stubble. I moved down his beautiful pecs and made my way to his cock and took it into my mouth, tasting the residue of the double fuck.  

“Fuck, Sam.” Mike moaned, feeling my mouth on his softening cock. 

Shocked, I sat up and looked into his eyes. There was no doubt, the other Mike was there with me now. He took me in his arms, and we fell back on the bed.  

“Fuck, Sam... Doc must be wondering where I am.” he said, spooning me. 

“Naw, he probably just thinks you’re working on your thesis.” I moaned, feeling his cock against my ass. 

“Yeah,” he sighed...  

Several hours later, I woke up in the dark room with Mike still beside me... our bodies tangled in the middle of the bed. Feeling a sensation around my neck, I reached up and found my leather collar securely fastened to my neck.  

“Yeh...” I moaned, turning to Mike and seeing him collared, too. 

I knowingly grabbed the note on the nightstand and read it... ‘Downstairs’ was all it said, and I shook Mike to wake him. Slowly opening his eyes, he smiled, seeing me collared. Slowly, we made our way to the two leather bags in the center of the room and faced each other. Keeping our eyes fixed, we slipped the restraints on our wrists. Next, we placed the harnesses over our shoulders and buckled each strap tightly. I moaned as the leather again touched my smooth skin. Retrieving our jockstraps, we slid them up over our hairless bodies and adjusted our cocks. My junk now snug in the cum crusted leather pouch, I pulled out my still sweat-soaked socks and put them on. Turning to Mike, I saw him standing there looking down at the socks in his hand.   

“What’s happening... Sam, what the fuck are you wearing!?” he said in a state of confusion, looking up as if he was seeing me geared up for the first time. 

Grabbing the socks, I dropped to my knees... “Let me help you,” I moaned, kissing his feet. 

After placing them on him, I pulled the pair of boots out of his bag... 

“10-hole Rangers...” I said, motioning him to step in. 

Now in his boots, he stayed there in a daze, still looking down at me. I began pulling the laces through the eyelets of his right boot. It was freaking me out, but I kept on... then, I realized that with every ladder rung I added, he began to calm down. With the boot now laced up, he dropped to one knee and began to methodically lace the other without hesitation.  

“Fuck...what the hell was that?” I mumbled, quickly putting on my boots, lacing them up and placing an arm band around my right bicep. 

Grabbing the other, I stood and saw Mike taking a long hit from a full glass pipe... his cheeks tightening as he pulled the cloud into his lungs. 

“Fuck, yeh... gimme some, bro.” I moaned, walking over to him and placed the band on his right bicep as I caught a glimpse of the beads of sweat dripping down his smooth pit... My tongue worked its way from his bicep to worship his pit. 

“MMMMM,” he groaned, clamping his hand around the back of my neck to smash our mouths together... tongues lashed around in our mouths as he fed me the cloud. My body became alive again, and I surrendered. With our lips locked, we clawed at each other... our hands covering every inch of smooth muscled flesh and encased leather on our bodies.  

“Fucker... Welcome back...,” I grunted. “Let’s go. Doc’s waiting.”

3 hours ago, verslut said:

Now that you know profiles are publicly visible, you could edit your profile to only include what you're comfortable sharing. It would be more productive than complaining about the forum we use for free.

One thing though… there exists cached versions out there being collected by web crawlers… such as on the Wayback Machine. Everyone needs to understand that once it’s out there… you’ve released the Kraken… so to speak. 

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 2 

“Fuck, boy,” Doc grunted, placing his hands behind his head and adjusting his body to give me better access. That goddamn mouth’ll be servicing this cock... taking everything that comes from it,” he said as his gaze met mine. “You want that don’t you, boy?” 

“Yeh, Doc... I do... so much.” I said barely above a whisper, holding his cock securely in my mouth. 

Suddenly, I heard the quiet squeak of leather booted footsteps and turned to see Mike standing there wearing the same gear I now had on, except for one minor difference... the pouch on his jockstrap contained a removable codpiece just like Doc’s. Fuck! Standing there in his gear, he was even more beautiful than I imagined. His hard muscles rippled over his smooth body as he drew closer. His eyes traveled slowly up and down my own sweat covered body to finally rest on the puddle of cum under me. Then, without a word, he dropped to his knees. Lifting my hips, he spread my legs with his knees to completely expose me and started lapping Doc’s load out of my well-fucked cunt.  

“Fuck!” I moaned, feeling the warm wet tongue probing and digging for every drop of cum still inside me. 

“Goddamn boy...” Doc grinned, looking down watching me squirm in pleasure... “You fucking amaze me but I don’t think I have anything left.”   

Mike then ground his strong jaw deeper and went animal. I continued to writhe as his rough stubble scratched and scraped against my shaved ass cheeks causing me to tense up, but Mike held my hips and continued his feeding. 

“Push it out, Sam...” Doc ordered, grabbing my head. “Let Mike taste you...” he barked and tensed up. “Oh fuck... I do. Drink up boy.” he laughed. 

Still latched on Doc’s cock, another load of chemmed piss erupted and hit the back of my throat. There was a part of me that couldn’t believe that I was here... between a man’s thighs drinking piss... that Doc hadn’t put this in my head, but I was definitely loving it. Feeling the flow finally come to an end, I moved my tongue around his wet shaft to collect the last drops of piss.  

“Open up, Sam.” Doc commanded, stroking my head. 

Releasing his cock, I raised my chin and opened my mouth only to have Doc loudly hoc a load of spit and phlegm and drop it into my mouth. Without a thought, I swallowed just as Mike finished on my cunt and sat back... 

“Go on,” Doc said to me, moving to his chair. 

I quickly turned to face Mike deeply inhaling from the glass pipe. My eyes locked with his... I crawled slowly to him and sat up. My hands reached out... fingers gliding over his smooth muscled pecs and thick tits before holding onto the tight straps of his harness and pulling him to me... working my way up to feel the snug leather collar secured around his neck. Staring into those dilated green eyes, I leaned in further and felt the softness of his lips as he released the cloud. I inhaled and with my hand on the back of his neck, I pressed my lips to his, pushing my tongue into his hot mouth... enjoying the now familiar taste of the chems, Doc’s cum and my cunt juices. Mike finally reacted... His tongue met mine and the sparring began as I felt his strong hands grip my shoulders and hold me tight. I was not going anywhere... not that I wanted to. 

We kept on until Mike released his grip and pushed me down... I moved to his sweaty neck, tasting the sharp flavor of his collar that could only come from years of wear. My tongue descended, now licking his pecs and flicking the thick tits. I made my way down to explore the ridges of his rock-hard abs. I knew I was close... I could smell the musky scented leather pouch below and inhaled... knowing that his cock was inches from my face. I moaned, begging him... 

“Please...” 

Removing the codpiece, he revealed a thick pierced cock. I inhaled and the musk of his crotch and leather filled my nostrils. My first instinct was to take the shaft into my mouth but catching sight of a droplet of pre-cum oozing from the piss slit, I moved closer. My tongue darted out with anticipation and ran it under the ring, waiting for my first taste of him. Taking its time, I watched the drop slowly run down the back of the ring until it landed on my waiting tongue. 

“Mmmmm...” I moaned, savoring the drop containing a hint of chlorine hitting my taste buds. 

Moving down, I ran my tongue along the length of his expanding shaft and over the large set of balls. I looked up into his face, his hands behind his back to steady himself with outstretched legs... his face carefully watching me. The feeling of my hands on his muscled thighs caught my attention... I moved to lick his inner thighs and experience my favorite scent of a man... the musk that emanates in the crease between his crotch and thigh. Almost involuntarily, my tongue began to lap and taste the dripping sweat, sending shivers through my body only to concentrate on my cunt. I licked and nibbled at his smooth legs as I made my way down his calves until I finally reached the polished black leather of his boots. 

“Fuck, yeh... 10-hole Rangers...” I growled, licking my way down until I was completely on the floor in front of Mike, ass up, and started worshipping his left boot...  

Moving past the upper, I quickly licked across the vamp, feeling my tongue glide across the leather. I worked my tongue to cover his boot in my spit, producing an increased shine. Next, I shifted and began on his right boot until it also glistened before moving back up his leg, leaving a slimy trail along the way. My eyes shifted up to see Mike’s cock steadily engorging and I continued to my prize. Reaching his low hanging sac, I tried to take it completely in my mouth, but his enormous balls were too much. So, I took each, one at a time, and rolled it over my tongue... feeling their full weight. Gently, I flicked his sac... around and under, giving it a good tongue bath. I couldn’t resist it anymore and I moved to the base of the shaft... Mike was now panting and thrusting into the air... his sac pulling up as a trickle of pre-cum ran down into my mouth. I grabbed the base, looked Mike in the eyes and lowered my open mouth. Mike let out a faint moan... 

Tasting the sharp tang, I slid my tongue across the underside of the dark purple cock head and took him entirely to the root. Mike’s hands grasped my head and violently started to face-fuck me. I could feel the ring hitting the back of my throat before sliding down into me with every thrust...  On he went... taking control and I just let him. I was there to be used and I enjoyed it! Before long, I could feel his body trembling and I knew it wouldn’t be long. At the same time, I slid my hand under him and pressed firmly into his cunt. Feeling my finger reach his prostate, he began to whimper as I stroked it, hoping to get him off quickly... I needed his cum. And it worked! Mike exploded and clamped his hands on my head, letting out a wordless cry as a volley of cum ran down my throat. He fell back, covered in sweat and breathless. I swallowed that delicious load that had coated the back of my tongue and throat. 

Regaining his breath, Mike looked to Doc, and, without a word between them, Doc motioned to the door. I just sat there, watching Mike’s sculpted glutes cross the room to pick up the tossed codpiece from the floor... Securing it, he walked out the door. At the sound of the door closing, I looked back at Doc with a questioning look. He smiled and took a drink. Sitting back, he began to explain...  

“I was wondering when you’d notice, boy. Mike was one of my first patients. Like you, he showed promise but there was always a part of him that had been totally fucked up by his upbringing. Even with all the hours of therapy, there was still a wall I couldn’t break through. So, boy...” he said, taking another sip, “he requires a prompt to become what you saw. After every session, he leaves, removes his gear and stows it away... out of his sight and out of mind, so to speak.” he chuckled. “Then, he heads to his room and forgets everything that happened.”  

“Fuck! Even the part of being gay?” I asked, wiping the sweat off my forehead.  

He laughed, taking another sip... “No, boy... In all other respects, he’s gay... He was always gay.” He continued on, taking hit from the pipe and exhaling... “It seems that he wasn’t meant to be completely submissive... unlike you.” he said, calling me over and offering the pipe. 

“Yeh, Doc... it sounds like it.” I said, looking at the mirror and seeing the state I was in. 

I took the pipe and lit it like I had been doing it forever... I held the cloud in my lungs as Doc reached down and picked up a chain link leash. He secured it to my collar, and I let out the cloud with a loud moan. 

“I took Mike under my wing after that.” he continued, leading me out of the room into a long dark hallway. “We continued our therapy sessions as he studied psychology at the university. He’s a grad student now and soon, he’ll be moving on...” he said with a hint of regret, opening a nondescript door and pulling me in. 

My eyes grew wide at the sight... the room was a fetish fantasy... a heavy steel rack stood next to the door holding multiple styles of harnesses, chaps and other leather clothing while gear was displayed on shelves... whips, paddles and cunt toys of all shapes and sizes! One entire wall was covered with mirrors. The other walls, floor and ceiling were painted matte black. In one corner of the room, there stood a large metal framed bed covered with black rubber sheets. But the most prominent piece was in the middle of the room... a well-used black leather sling suspended by heavy chains from the wooden rafters. 

“Go on boy, take a look around...” He told me, pulling me up by the collar and unhooking my leash. 

Moving to the sling, I noticed the wooden floor had been replaced with heavy duty black rubber. Running my hand over the buttery soft leather, I moaned... 

“Fuck Doc!”  

Doc turned down the lights to reveal a soft red glow from the crown molding shining up on the ceiling from the walls and turned to me... 

“Like it, boy?” He asked, grabbing me and placing me on the sling.  

“Yeh, Doc... I fucking like it!” I growled, my cunt now exposed again. 

“I thought you would,” he chuckled, wrapping my wrists and ankles in leather restraints to securely bind me before raising the bottom edge of the sling. “Better,” he said, leaning in with a wicked smile and whispered something in my ear. 

I began to feel drowsy, but I was still aware of what was going on... 

Doc continued, his voice rising a bit and stroking my inner arm... “Still trust me, boy?”  

Nodding, I answered over and over again... “Yeh, Doc... I do.”  

“That’s my boy...” he growled as I felt a tightness on my bicep. “Look at me. I want you to see this.” 

Turning slowly towards his voice, I saw him holding a syringe... the shiny needle tip at my now prominent vein.  

“What?” I mumbled... starting to struggle slightly. 

“Think back, boy... you trust me...” Doc said with a menacing scowl and plunged the needle into my vein. 

I could feel the needle entering but it was Doc, so I stopped struggling.  

“Yeh, Doc... go on...” I said, watching the contents of the syringe mix with my blood. “Register...” I moaned, not really knowing how I knew that. 

“Come back,” I heard him say... 

With that, he released the tourniquet and the slam rushed through my body and I was flying... I could feel the texture of the leather sling hitting every nerve on my back... It was nothing like the clouds... it was a new sensation...  

“Goddamn fuck!” I coughed out...  

Trying to take a breath through the coughing fit, my hips began to uncontrollably buck... my cunt spasmed. As the coughing slowed, my mind filled with visions of hard cocked leather clad men in an orgy of sucking and fucking.... piss was flying everywhere. I looked at Doc, standing there watching me... 

“Fuck my cunt, please...” I begged, lifting my hips further and offering myself. 

“That’s my boy... welcome back.” Doc grinned, sliding his fingers over my pulsing cunt. “Is it all you wanted?” 

“God! Yes!” I cried out in bliss as he smiled and walked to one of the lower shelves. 

Doc stood there for a minute looking at the items... Finally, he reached down and took hold of a pair of long black rubber gloves... 

“Aww fuck!” I growled, hearing the rubber snap against his sweaty biceps as he looked over his shoulder at me. 

Still looking over at me, he instinctively grabbed a tub of Elbow Grease and a chain of black silicone anal balls without taking his eyes off me.  

“Oh Fuck!” I moaned, watching the hard pulsing cock leading him back to me. 

Sinking his hand into the tub, Doc smiled, his now slick hand spreading the lube all over my cunt. Kneeling, he pressed a slippery finger into me without resistance...  I lifted my hips to meet the intruder, shoving even more of the lube into me. Satisfied, Doc pulled out and pressed the first ball against my cunt... I tried to relax. 

“Push out, boy...” he instructed, grabbing my tit and digging in. 

“FUCK!” I screamed, feeling my cunt open up and take it in... 

I could feel my cunt relax as it clamped onto the chain, and I felt a reassuring fullness inside me. 

“Good boy!” he told me, patting my now filled cunt. “One...” 

“One...” I automatically repeated in a long moan as the first one slid deeper into me. 

Another one was now at the entrance... Doc slowly pushed on it, and I was open again... Sending waves of pleasure into my cunt.  

“Two...” Doc growled. 

“Two...” I moaned, feeling the weight of them as another met the opening.  

This time, I pushed back to meet it and felt Doc nudging it against my extending cuntlips until it was accepted. 

“Threee,“ I growled, before Doc could give the count. 

“Goddammit,” he chuckled, dropping the remaining two to hang from my filled cunt... the sensation causing me to tighten up on the chain and flex on the three heavy balls inside me. “That’s my boy!” he said, slapping my ass cheeks then stepping back to admire. 

My chemmed up cunt was on fire now... and I didn’t hold back... 

“Please, Doc!” I begged, “More...” 

“Of course, fucker,” he chuckled, picking up the final one and pushing against me. 

The feeling was intense... I didn’t know if I could take it with the three already inside me. 

“Easy boy... relax...” he encouraged, sliding a well lubed finger around the entrance to relax me. 

Feeling his finger slipping in against the ball, I began to writhe in pleasure. With a final push, the last one was in, leaving only the handle remaining outside my body. 

“YEEEH! FOUR!!!” I cried out as a wave of pulsating pleasure rocked my cunt and rolled through my hungry body. 

“Damn boy... you’re perfect!” Doc growled, standing there and stroking his now leaking cock before grabbing the chain and gently pulling on it to stimulate my cunt. 

“OH FUCK... OH FUCK...OH FUCK!” I whimpered, feeling every nerve in my chemmed up cunt fire at once.  

“How’s it feel, boy?” he asked, rubbing my abs and feeling the now protruding balls underneath. 

“Doc.....” I moaned, not being able to say another word as my cunt convulsed and surrounded the four heavy balls deep in my gut. 

“Enough said,” he growled, pulling on the handle.  

“GOD!! FUCK!” I yelled, feeling the balls sliding against my intestines as the chain grew taut. 

When the fourth ball hit my sphincter, I moaned, as my cuntlips expanded over the slippery surface and expelled it with a loud pop.  

“One...” Doc laughed. 

Nodding, I took a deep breath, “One...” 

Doc moved on to empty me of the remaining balls, with me dutifully counting down until the last one left my cunt... 

“Four...” I exhaled, dropping back on the sling as he flung it to one side with a thud... his cock now at my cunt. 

“Nine,” he grunted, grabbing my hips and easily slipping into my gaping hole... 

I moaned, feeling myself filled again... this time with no pain.  

“Do it...” I begged. 

And with that, the rutting began... his thrusts shoved the sling back, only to yank me back with all his strength onto his shaft on the rebound... pounding me harder and deeper with each thrust... my cunt throbbed again at the invasion. Sensing a change in Doc’s rhythm, I gripped his shaft tightly, causing him to growl... 

“Goddamn cunt!” 

His breath became labored as he continued burying himself in my cunt and taking possession. Now leaning in, he grabbed my harness and increased the speed of his fucking and brought me to the edge... 

“SHIT YEH!” I cried out as my body began to shudder...  

I could feel my nuts releasing a huge river of cum from my still limp cock and fill my leather jock. My cunt clamped down Doc’s cock and his breathing grew labored...

“Yeah fucker,” he hissed with one final thrust, trembling... 

I heard him deeply inhale and hold his breath as his cock swelled within me... Releasing a white-hot gush of cum inside me, his powerful body shook and fell on top of me. We remained there... suspended in the air on the sling... his cock safely inside me for a few minutes. Feeling Doc rising and slipping out of me, I began to whimper... 

“Don’t worry boy...” he said, now on his feet and teasing my cunt.  

Releasing me from the restraints, he lifted me in his arms and helped me to my feet.  

“Well, Sam... our time is up for today.” he laughed, clipping the leash to my collar. “You need to get some rest...”  

Relaxing, I fell to my hands and knees and followed behind him into the main house. Reaching the main staircase, he took a long look before continuing up the stairs. Feeling the leash tighten again, I obediently followed like the submissive cunt I now was. 

Passing a large set of double doors on the second floor, he spoke, “That’s my room. This room...” he said, moving to the next door, opening it and leading me in, “will be yours for tonight.”  

Removing my collar, he motioned me to stand. Still unsteady, I wandered around the luxurious room. I stood before the immense burning fireplace casting a warm red glow over me. Turning, I saw the sturdy wooden frame of a four-poster bed against the opposite wall. I moved to the bed and felt the luxurious fabric of the sheets covering a pillowy-soft mattress. Looking down, I noticed a black leather bag sitting on the floor and I knew what to do... Turning to face Doc, I began to strip off my gear. Piece by piece, I carefully placed each item in the bag... wrist and ankle restraints... harness before grabbing hold of the waist of my jockstrap... 

“Commando or jock.” I smiled up at Doc and slipped it down over my hips onto floor, revealing a crusting load of cum in the pouch and on my junk.  

I knew what was next, but I hesitated and gave Doc a pleading look. Seeing him giving me a terse look, I took a deep breath and knelt to unlace my 10-Hole Rangers... I worked my way down... releasing the tension of the laces as I carefully slid them out of the eyelets with my fingers. Finally done, I inspected them for any damage. Satisfied, I put each one in an individual pouch and stored them in the inner pocket of the bag. Sitting on the bed, I took them off and held them... Again, I looked to Doc but this time with resignation and placed them in the bag. Lastly, I pulled the sweaty, ripe yellow socks off my feet, rolled them up and shoved them into the boots.  

“Good boy... Time for bed.” Doc growled, slipping my collar into the bag and heading to the door.  

I don’t know why, but I began to feel drowsy, so I crawled under the sheets and fell back on the mound of down pillows and looked at Doc standing at the doorway.  

“Rest up, boy... Your therapy’s just begun...” he smiled, turning off the lights and closing the door.

Doc Murphy’s Therapy 

“Fuck... here we go,” I sighed, grabbing the door handle and walking into the reception area.  

Looking around ... it was a basic waiting room, and I could tell this was not going to be good. I turned around to leave until I heard a voice. 

“Can I help you?” 

I turned around and saw the man who had interrupted my escape now standing behind the counter. I took a sharp breath...  

“Uh...” I hesitated. “I have an appointment today. I’m not sure with whom. My dad made it for me.”  

I tried to keep cool, but I couldn’t take my eyes off him... His slightly tight white dress shirt and khakis did little to hide his muscular body. He stood still for a minute... his green eyes staring at me for a quick second before handing me a clipboard and sitting down. 

“You must be Sam” he said, looking at the computer screen. “I’m Mike, Doc Murphy’s assistant. You’ll need to fill out these out.” he said, placing the paperwork on the counter and looking at the computer monitor again with focused attention. 

Walking up to the counter, I quickly grabbed the clipboard and sat down trying to not be so obvious, but I couldn’t help staring. All I could think was this guy looked just like Bry, my best friend from high school, or at least what he would look like in ten years. Mike looked to be about 30.... 

 All I could do was tell myself... “Bry’s gone... he’s on the other side of the country now. Get the fuck over it.” 

I finished the paperwork, filling out the basics... name, address, date of birth, insurance, etc. and walked it up to Mike. Paying me no attention, he took it and quickly dismissed me... 

“Have a seat. Doc will be with you soon,” Mike mumbled, still concentrating on the monitor.  

I sat there nervously, until he looked up and abruptly told me to go right in before fixating on the monitor again. Walking into the next room I didn’t see anyone, so I sat on the sofa and grabbed a pillow and held it tightly on my lap. I heard the door finally open... I turned and my eyes widened in surprise. In walked a man in his early 40’s wearing a tight black t-shirt and jeans. Seeing me, he smiled, flashing his white teeth before walking to me and firmly shaking my hand.  

“You must be Sam, I’m Dr. Murphy, but you can just call me Doc.” he said, turning down the lights. “This should help you relax a bit so we can talk.” 

Speechless, I just sat there as he sat down across from me and began looking over my paperwork. At this point I was glad I had the pillow on my lap as I felt my cock begin to stiffen. 

“Give me a second, ok?” he said, still looking over my paperwork. “My previous patient took a little longer than expected.” 

Even though he wasn’t looking, I nodded and tried to not to be obvious. I began to examine him with my eyes. Doc was about 45 with a muscular build and piercing black eyes. He was wearing black rimmed glasses with square lenses. Moving to the next page, he flipped the page and ran his hand over his short gray speckled hair. With him still reading, I cautiously moved my eyes down seeing how the tight black material of his t-shirt fit hugged his firm pecs. That’s when I noticed the prominent peaks where his nipples would be... they were pierced. Holding the pillow tighter, my eyes wandered down to his muscular legs encased in the dark denim fabric and noticed he was wearing a pair of black boots which surprised me. 

“10-hole Rangers,” he said, putting down the paperwork and grabbing his notebook.” 

Nervously, I looked up and struggled to speak, “What...?” 

“My boots... 10-hole Rangers.” he smiled. “Like I said, I’m running late and didn’t have a chance to change. I know you must be nervous. Go ahead and sit back... close your eyes and concentrate on my voice.” 

“Uh... sure,” I stammered, still gripping the pillow tight in my lap. 

 “I’ve looked over your chart and some notes from your dad, but I’d prefer to hear it from you.” he told me as I began my story... 

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It was the night before my best friend, Bry... uh Bryan, was moving back east to go to college while I was heading here to the west coast. That summer, we spent as much time as we could just hanging out as we tried to ignore that we were going to be on different sides of the country. His family planned a big celebration and me being his best friend, I was invited over for dinner. It was a great time. Later that night, we laughed as he walked me back home, talking about all the good times we’d had. Reaching my house, I knew I didn’t want it to end but didn’t know how to tell him. I remembered the bottle of booze my dad kept in the garden shed and I suggested we have some shots to celebrate. 

“Let’s do it bro!” he smiled, grabbing me by the hand. “Come on.”  

I still remember how it felt when he took my hand... it was like we were connected in a new way. We slipped into the back yard and headed into the shed. Turning on the light, I grabbed the bottle of rum my dad hid behind a stack of bricks and took a shot. Handing it to him, I sat down and motioned him to sit next to me and we continued recalling good times. With every shot, we bumped into each other’s shoulder to urge the other on. Then suddenly, the realization that he was leaving hit me and at that moment, I couldn’t bear it.  

“Bro, you ok?” he asked, thinking I was probably wasted by now. 

“Yeh, man...” I told him, gathering up the courage to tell him how I felt. “It’s just... I’m gonna...” 

“Yeah, me too bro.” he sighed, leaning into my shoulder but kept his gaze forward. 

I knew it was now or never... he was leaving in a matter of hours. 

“Bry... look at me.” 

Continuing to look forward, he remained silent.  

“We’ve been best friends since sixth grade when you moved to town, right?” 

Nodding, he turned to face me, and our eyes connected. I started looking at that familiar face... those sparkling green eyes... those lips that begged to be kissed. All I could think of was wanting to lean in and kiss him. But even now, I wasn’t sure and didn’t want to risk losing him. Deciding to hold back the major part of my secret, I took another shot and blurted out my half-truth. 

“Fuck bro, I’m gonna miss you so fucking much.” 

Still looking at me with no reaction, he took the bottle out of my hand and took a large gulp. Putting the bottle down, he turned back to me and raised his hand to my shoulder.  

“Me too...” he sighed, pulling me into his arms in a tight grip.  

I remained still as his strong arm held me tight. I didn’t want this to end but the class clown came out. 

“Fuck, Bry... I can’t breathe.” 

“Fucker...” he laughed, moving his hand to my neck and holding it tight. 

I could feel him pulling my face to his and our lips tentatively met for the first time. Gripping my neck with more force, he drew me even closer, and I moaned... his breath filling my mouth. Sensing my desire, his tongue quickly invaded my mouth, and we began to devour each other. Taking charge, he pushed me back onto the dirty floor and pressed his stronger body on top of me. We continued on, exploring each other’s clothed bodies for the first time as if we had never seen each other naked in the gym showers. When our lips finally parted, I looked up into his eyes and saw an intense and unfamiliar look on that handsome face. Before I could say a word, he spoke... 

Pushing his crotch into mine, he began, “I’ve never done this bro, but over the last few years that we’ve been friends, I’ve realized how much I’ve wanted to. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had to hide my hard-on because I wasn’t sure if you were...”  

“Yeh...I like cock.” I said with a laugh and interrupting him with a kiss as our hard cocks struggled for release. 

“Yeah?” he chuckled, lifting himself off me. 

He stood there... a wet spot on the bulge of his crotch now growing. I couldn’t believe what was happening and I got to my knees as he unbuckled his jeans and dropped them, releasing his thickening cock.  

“Commando...” I smiled, remembering how we had decided on the first day of high school that we’d never wear underwear again... the only thing that would hold our junk would be jockstraps in gym... otherwise, we’d be freeballing.  

“Show me, Sam. Show me... how much you like cock.” he insisted, holding his shaft firmly in his hand. 

I remained on my knees, seeing his thick throbbing uncut cock teasing me. Looking up at him, I nodded. Without a thought, I moved on my knees towards the object of my desire. Reaching it, I stared at it... wanting to memorize every veined inch of his cock.  

“Fuck bro... do it!” he hissed, swinging it... teasing me.  

With Bry’s insistence, I kissed the tip and opened up to take my best friend’s cock for the first time.  

“Aw fuck!” he moaned, feeling my lips slide push back the foreskin and slide over the ridge of his swollen cock head.  

I began to suck on it and lick the underside with my tongue. His cock began to release a torrent of precum. Continuing my work, I forced my mouth down and began flicking the underside of the shaft until my nose was buried in the ginger tuft of pubes around the base. His musky scent filled my nostrils as I held the shaft with my lips and instinctively worked my throat muscles. 

“Fuck yeah! Goddamn cocksucker!” he growled, taking control and showing me who was in charge. 

Encouraged, I began bobbing on his sexy cock... pulling back until just the helmet of his shaft remained in my mouth... sucking and flicking it with my tongue, tasting the pre-cum still flowing from his piss slit. With his hands now holding my head firmly, he began forcing my mouth back down onto his cock and began to give me my first face fuck. My lips slid over the shaft... my tongue worked the underside as the face fucking continued. 

Staring up into his now intense eyes, I couldn't believe I had fantasized about doing this and was now here sucking on Bry’s cock. It felt so good inside my mouth! He lasted about another five minutes before his breathing began shortening. I could tell it wouldn’t be much longer, and I started increasing my sucking while stimulating his shaft with my tongue. I felt his body tense up as his cock swelled even thicker. Groaning, he began pumping jet after jet of hot thick cum into my mouth from his first blowjob. When his cock released last drops, I pulled off his cock and swished his delicious cum around my mouth before swallowing as I saw the look of sweaty sexual pleasure on his face.  

“How was it?” I hesitantly asked, still on my knees hoping things wouldn’t get weird. 

“Fuck Sam, you’re one fucking good cocksucker!” he smiled, wiping the sweat from his face before his face went slack and his eyes widened in surprise... 

Turning, I saw my dad at the door. He just stood there looking down at me in disgust. 

“Bryan, go home... Your dad just called wondering where you were. You’ll be leaving for the airport in a few hours, and you’ll need some sleep.” was all he said in a quiet angry tone, never taking his eyes off me. 

“Yes, Sir...” Bry answered, buckling up... Heading to the door, he hesitated... “Sam...” 

All I wanted to do was run to him... to escape, but my now dad stood between us.  

“Bryan...” my dad grunted pulling me to my feet and staring directly at me. “You’ve got a great future ahead of you. Don’t do anything you’ll regret.” 

Looking over my dad’s shoulder, I saw the look on Bry’s face as he gave me one last glance and walked out the door.  

“Clean yourself up, son.” dad said, finally stepping aside and picking up the bottle of rum and drinking the remains. 

The next week was hell. My parents seemed to avoid the subject, but I somehow knew I hadn’t heard the end of it. To top it off, I hadn’t heard from Bry either. I had tried texting him and even calling him, but he never responded. Then one night, my dad called me down to the den. It was shortly before my parents took me to campus. 

“Listen, boy,” my dad started. “This behavior has got to stop. I’ve done some research and have set you up for therapy while you’re at school. Your mom and I love you, son, but we can’t have our only son be a faggot.” 

“Dad...” I started but was quickly interrupted. 

“If you want us to pay for your school, you will show up for that appointment next week. Understood?” he said, standing up and leaving me alone in the room before I had a chance to respond. 

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“So here I am...” I mumbled before opening my eyes and seeing him sitting there intently, listening to every word.  

I had to admit it was easier than I thought telling him. “Well Sam, our time is up for today...” he said, placing his notes to the side, spreading his legs apart even wider and leaning in.  

I felt relaxed... but how could my story have lasted that long? I must have looked confused because he looked at his watch and chuckled.  

“Well, it’s been fifty minutes... That’s standard.” he told me, looking directly into my eyes. “You’re not the first one to sit in that chair and lose track of time. I’m not sure how much you’ve been told, but my therapy involves meditation. I’ve had great success bringing out what young men were born to be... I suppose that’s what drew your dad to my practice. I’ve had great success with my methods. We’ll work together to get you to your ideal state. What do you think? Shall we move forward?” 

I sat back and sighed, the pillow now on the floor. What choice did I have? My parents would cut me off and, most likely, I’d be out on the street. I took a deep breath and gave in.  

“Yeh...” I nodded feeling defeated and grabbing the glass of water now next to me on the side table and taking a drink.  

“Good... I think we should have no problem bringing out your true self," he smiled, grabbing a business card. 

Slowly, he stood and walked towards me and stood in front of me handing me his card. Taking the card, I swear I could see his bulge growing but I tried to keep eye contact with him. 

“Here’s my card. I’ve got an office at home and think we could make better progress there. On your way out, have Mike set up the appointment for next week.” 

Taking the card, I nodded and slipped it into my back pocket. When I closed the door to his office, I saw Mike still staring intensely at the computer monitor. 

“UH... Doc said to make an appointment for next week,” I told him, trying to get his attention. 

“Doc’s calendar is filled next week, but he sometimes does late appointments. He’s noted in your records that he can fit you in at 7pm next Friday at his place.” he said, barely paying me any attention. 

“Uh.... yeah ok.” I said, knowing my dad would be checking up on me. 

“Alright, Sam... be there on time and make sure you wear comfortable clothes since Doc’ll be starting on the meditation therapy then.”  

Getting into my car, it hit me that Mike had never given me Doc’s address. No matter... I thought, patting my back pocket, I had it. 

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Friday came and all I could think about was how I was dreading the upcoming therapy but, in a way, didn’t mind seeing Doc Murphy again. After class, I had the urge to hit the gym to get my mind off things. It was definitely the most intense workout I’d ever had... I tried to forget about the upcoming session, but I couldn’t get the fact that there was something about Doc out of my head. He wasn’t what I expected... his demeanor... his look, but especially his boots. Afterwards, I decided to head home and skip showering at the gym.  

On my way home, I stopped at the closest pharmacy... I don’t know why, but I felt that I needed to be completely clean for my appointment. I wandered the aisles and found what I was looking for... an enema kit. I quickly grabbed it and walked up to the older man at the cash register. Looking me over, he grunted and gave me a look of disgust just like my dad had given me that night. For some reason, I didn’t care what he thought, and I walked off without my change.  

Finally home, I hesitated for a minute before remembering my roommate Kirk had gone for the weekend... the coast was clear, so I started pulling off my shirt and left a trail of sweaty clothes on the way to the bathroom. Standing at the mirror, I took a good look at myself. 

“Not bad... though you could definitely bulk up and have more definition,” I told myself, running my hands over my pumped-up pecs before moving down my abs and grabbing hold of my cock and balls.  

Holding my junk in my hand, I could feel my pubes suddenly scratching my palms and an idea popped into my head. I went for the pair of clippers in the drawer. I saw it still had the guard Kirk used to buzz his head, so I turned it on and felt the buzzing in my hand as I spread my legs and moved the clippers through my pubes, trimming them down to a more manageable length. I tried to concentrate but the vibrations were making me hard. I hesitated for a minute but realized that it was making it easier to get the hair around my cock, so I continued until I was completely trimmed. That's when I looked in the mirror and realized it looked strange cause the hair on the rest of me was longer... it didn’t feel right, so I began trimming my body. Taking my time, I moved the clippers over my body while feeling the vibrations. Fuck, it felt good... I stood there looking at myself now trimmed... my cock did seem bigger. That’s when I knew what I had to do... I put the clippers to my head. The hair began to fall to the floor and mix with my body hair and I felt a wave of relief come over me... I was now even harder, but I knew I had to continue and turned on the shower. 

Stepping in, I began lathering my body from the neck down until I got to my cock and started stroking, getting it even harder. 

“Fuck yes,” I groaned, going back to the night I knelt at Bryan’s feet and sucked him off, before remembering that I didn’t have much time and Doc was waiting for me... I didn’t want to disappoint him. 

I grabbed the razor and proceeded to slide it along the skin of my crotch. Slowly and methodically, I continued, leaving my skin bare... it was almost as if I had been doing this forever. Finally, I rinsed off, watching as the final remnants of the hair flowed down the drain.  

Next, I grabbed the enema and inserted the nozzle into my hole and pushed the liquid up into me. Holding it in, I began showering to remove the final residue of lather and hair... all the while checking my skin to make sure I didn’t miss a spot. Satisfied I was now completely hairless, I moved to empty out. Fuck the feeling was intense... I rinsed out to make sure I was completely clean inside and out and began running my fingertips across my completely smooth body before drying off.  

Standing at the mirror again, I saw myself fully exposed. I smiled seeing the black stubble of my buzz cut bring out the blue of my eyes before moving down my pecs, past my abs to my crotch. Grabbing my junk, I felt the smooth skin of my sac gliding over my palms. 

“Yeh... perfect.” I grinned before running into my bedroom to grab a pair of jeans and t-shirt off the floor, slipping my bare feet into my sneakers and heading over to Doc’s. 

All I could think about how good my skin felt against my clothes as I made my way to Doc’s. Arriving at my destination, I turned into the long driveway... I knew his house was in one of the best areas of the city with large plots of land that allowed for privacy, but I was still impressed. I got out of my car and checked my watch as I rushed up to the door. Raising my hand to knock, the scent of my ripe t-shirt entered my nostrils. I smiled and knocked. I stood there again inhaling the ripeness, before knocking one more time... the door then opened revealing Mike.  

“Uh...” I stammered, not expecting to see him there.  

“Come on in, Sam.” he said with a slight smile as he looked me over. “Looks like you’re ready.” 

I stood there for a second staring at him, he looked so much like Bry... more so now when he was wearing jeans and a tight gray T-shirt.  

“Doc has a guest house that’s included with my job.” he told me, anticipating my question as we walked past the main part of the house into an annex. “Doc’s office is in there, he pointed. Take a seat... He won’t be long.” 

Walking in, I took a quick look around the room. It was old school English library style with rows and rows of leather-bound books with two chairs sitting prominently in the middle... a leather one and an upholstered one. Without a second thought, I sat in the one opposite the leather chair. It didn’t take long before Doc walked. He was also dressed like Mike... jeans and a skintight black T-shirt. As he walked over to a side table and poured a drink, my eyes were drawn to the movement of his arms and pecs. That’s when I saw he was wearing the same boots he wore during our first meeting. 

“10-hole Rangers,” I mumbled. 

"OK, Sam... ready to begin?” Doc smiled, handing me the drink and moved behind me. The first step is to sit back and let your body relax into the chair.”  

Sitting back, I took a sip and felt the soft cushions of the chair envelop my body as Doc’s firm hands moved over my buzzed head and grip my shoulders.  

“Sam, close your eyes and concentrate my voice...” he said calmly, moving his hands to my neck and began applying pressure. “Good boy. Take slow deep breaths...” 

I have to admit, his hands did feel good on me, and I began to sink even further into the chair as his fingers worked my neck muscles. I swear he was saying something, but I couldn’t make it out. After a few minutes, his voice slowly rose from a whisper... 

“Sam... I want you to know you can trust me. Do you trust me?”  

Without a thought, I nodded... “Yeh Doc, I trust you.” 

“Good boy, I want to make sure you trust me enough to do what I say so we can bring out the real you. You want that don’t you, boy?” 

“Yeh, Doc. I want to do what you say.” I answered, enjoying the feel of his rough hands still on my neck. 

“Alright boy, finish your drink now.”  

Without a second thought, I took the glass and downed the last of the drink in several gulps, his hands still working my neck muscles. Taking the glass from my hand, he released my neck and sat down in front of me.  

“Feels good to do what I tell you to do, doesn’t it boy...” 

I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a simple statement, but I nodded... feeling even more relaxed as he kept talking in a low deep voice which, I have to admit, was making me horny. 

“That’s it, boy... Just sit back and relax. That’s it. Listen to Doc... you want to obey Doc... good boy... relax...” 

“Yeh, obey...” I kept mumbling, as I began feeling a bit drowsy listening to his sexy voice until I couldn’t quite make out again what he was saying...  

I guess I must have fallen asleep because suddenly I opened my eyes, and I was alone in the room. I should have been worried, but I felt safe because I trusted Doc. For some reason, I stayed there sitting in the chair... Somehow, I knew Doc would want me to stay there.  

“Ah boy, you’re up...” I heard Doc say and I stood up to face him. 

“Yeh Doc,” I said, seeing him in a whole new light. 

Doc stood there, feet apart... his exposed hairy muscular chest was clad in a black leather harness... his nipples pierced with thick rings. My eyes wandered down and remained on the leather jockstrap bulging with what was obviously a thick cock. His sculpted legs were anchored in those polished boots I had kept thinking about. 

“10-hole Rangers.” I silently moaned. 

“How do you feel, Sam?” he asked, watching my reaction. “You fell asleep, so I thought I’d let you rest up before you go home... wouldn’t want you to have an accident.” 

“Thanks Doc. I feel great,” I said, still standing there calmly as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “How long was I asleep?” 

“Good to hear boy. It’s late... you’ve slept about three hours. I think you should stay here. You’d like that, right? Get comfortable.”  

“Yeh, Doc... I would.” I answered, feeling a deep desire to please him. 

Without thinking any more of it, I sat down and took off my sneakers before removing my clothes, putting them next to my sneakers and standing up at attention.  

“Good boy...” Doc growled, inspecting my smooth body with his hands. “Commando or jock... always.”  

“Yeh, Doc... always.” I repeated, standing there with my cock now at full mast from the movements of his fingertips against my freshly shaved skin. “Commando or jock.” 

I don’t know why I said it, yet I felt I should... but still... part of me began to wonder why I was stripped down in front of this leather god. Seeing my confusion, he again stood in front of me and held my shaved junk in his hand and squeezed. 

“I know, boy. But I want you to know that I held back on our session earlier this week. My job is to bring out your true self and that’s what we will do. You’ll be fully aware from this point on. Unlike most of my patients, I want you to fully accept what is going on.” 

I remained still... not quite understanding what he was talking about as he moved behind me and began exploring my clean, shaved hole... 

“Very good,” he nodded, sniffing his finger... “Fuck your dad... I was never going to do it. I see your potential, boy. So, let’s get started.” and walked over to his desk to grab something from a drawer.  

I remained still, the feel of his hands still fresh on my skin as I watched him pick up a glass pipe and torch.  

“Down boy,” he ordered, and I immediately fell to my knees... his crotch now at my eye-level. “Do you know what this is, boy?” he said, holding the pipe filled with shards of white crystals in front of his crotch. 

“Yeh, Doc.” I nervously answered, looking at the pipe. “But I’ve never done it.” 

“You trust me don’t you, boy?” he said, lighting the bowl and placing the stem at my lips before I could answer. “Open up... this will help bring out what you were meant to be. You want that, right?” 

“Uh huh,” I mumbled feeling the stem between my lips as he lit the torch and began to heat its contents. 

“Inhale boy... feel the warmth fill your lungs.” he said, looking down at me and encouraging me on. “Hold it... good now release.” 

I felt the thick warm cloud escape my mouth as my body began to relax before he placed the stem back in my mouth and ordered me to take another hit. 

“That’s my boy... you want more don’t you?” he chuckled, pulling and holding the pipe just out of reach of my lips. 

“Please, Doc..." I exhaled, moving forward to grasp the stem with my lips. I didn’t just want it, I felt that I needed it to please him. 

“Fucker...” he laughed, offering me the pipe. 

Taking more hits, my body began to tingle... goosebumps formed on my naked flesh as I looked up into Doc’s black eyes and felt them looking right through me. He saw the real me and I wanted to serve this man.  

Reaching down and grabbing my nipples, Doc smiled, “Fuck your dad...”  

“Fuck my dad!” I moaned, feeling his fingernails digging into them. 

“Gotta get these tits toughen up.” he growled, digging in deeper causing me to cry out. “Breathe boy, feel the pain.” 

I did the only thing I could and obeyed. I began taking deep breaths. Releasing my left tit, he grabbed his bulging crotch and ripped off the codpiece barely holding his cock and threw it across the room to reveal a thick god-like cock.  

“Goddamn... gonna transform you into the perfect boy.” he growled, before gripping my tit again even harder and causing me to gasp for air and slipping his cock into my mouth. 

“You want it don’t you... to become the perfect boy.” he said, holding my head firmly in his hands as my body was reacting to the chems now flowing through my body.  

“Uh huh,” I moaned as a deep hunger took over. It was all I could do to fit my lips around it, but I was determined to take it. My lips surrounded the flared ridge of his cock and started nursing on it, trying to take more and more. 

“Goddamn cocksucker! Show Doc how much you love cock!” he groaned, grabbing hold of my ears and pulling me into his crotch and impaling me on his cock. “That feel good boy?” he growled, holding me there before pulling me off. 

“Fuck yeh, Doc!” I moaned, trying to take his cock again without any force from him. 

I could feel him start face fucking me a couple of inches at a time... back and forth in my mouth until his movements increased. Finally, I was able to take his entire cock and I began to fill the room with my moans until his pace increased and became more erratic... I knew he was getting close. Suddenly, pulled me into his crotch as his cock swelled and I felt a torrent of hot cum spewing down my throat before he pulled back and filled my mouth, causing me to spill some on my own hard cock. That did it for me... the minute my cock felt it, I shot my own load over Doc’s boots as he rammed his cock back down my throat until the last drops seeped from his cock. Satisfied, he pulled out and I hungrily started gulping it all down. 

“Boy... I can’t wait to get you fully trained.” he proudly growled, standing above me and motioning to his cum covered boot. 

Eagerly, I placed my mouth on the boot and began lapping up my cum... the only true offering I could give of myself to this leather god. I began moving up the boot, tasting the sharpness of the boot black and covering it with my saliva. With his approval, I continued up his body, experiencing my first taste of his sweat dripping off his muscled calf until I felt his softened cock next to my cheek. 

“Please, Doc...” I begged, wanting to feel it in my mouth again. 

“You sure, boy?” he chuckled, and I nodded. “Go ahead.” 

I quickly took his softened cock into my mouth and began feeding... wanting to taste any remnants of his load when suddenly, I felt a trickle... Even though I knew what it was, I didn’t think about it. I realized I wanted it... It was what I was meant to do, and I started to gulp it down. Seeing my reaction, Doc held my head and stroked my face and encouraged me. 

“Good boy...” he said with a surprised look on his handsome face. 

Looking up into his eyes, I happily nodded until the flow slowed and finally stopped. Keeping some of his piss in my mouth, I sealed my lips around the shaft and began to work his cock while covering it in piss until I could feel him getting harder again. Once he was fully hard, I greedily swallowed the mouthful of piss and worked on getting another load. 

“Goddamn piss pig!” he groaned, starting to face fuck me again.  

This time, Doc was relentless and began to rapidly force his cock down my throat with every hard thrust. I was letting him use me... my mouth was just a tool to service cock... His cock. On and on he went... throat fucking my mouth until I could feel the now familiar signal his cock gave to every cocksucker lucky enough to have serviced it. With one last thrust, he again gripped my head and released a second load, and I was fed again. After releasing me, he rubbed my head approvingly and moved to his chair and sat down... 

“That part definitely wasn’t in the prompt.” he chuckled to himself. 

I remained on my knees... knowing that Doc hadn’t said otherwise. I watched him sitting there, sweat dripping from his body, and light the pipe. I moaned... Taking a long hit from the pipe, he held it prominently and so I could see it. Exhaling the thick cloud, he motioned me to come forward. Again, somehow, I knew to remain on my knees... I crawled over to him and opened my mouth.  

“No boy, take it.” he chuckled, “You need to practice until it’s old hat.” 

Nodding, I took the pipe and the torch... Listening to his instructions carefully, I lit the torch and heated the bowl... watching the crystals heat up as I rolled the bowl carefully over the flame. I started to take a hit and looked to Doc... 

“Bigger...” he said, and I obeyed. “Remember that feeling... how it allows you to be free to be who you were meant to be.” 

Doc sat there and just watched me as I took another hit... I wanted to please him... make him proud of me. After another one, he stood and took the pipe and torch from me and placed it back in the drawer. 

I was feeling so good. It felt like every nerve on my shaved body was on fire. I went to my grab my cock and realized it was limp. I was so horny, and I began to work on it, but it was no use. I looked up at Doc with a questioning look. 

“That’s enough for now, boy” he said, sizing me up and moving to a hidden closet. “Your cock won’t be in play anyway while we’re in session.” 

Releasing my cock, I sighed as the immense hunger for his cock continued. 

“Next step...” he told me, holding up a black leather jockstrap. “Commando or jock... always.”  

Seeing the leather jockstrap, my eyes lit up. I couldn’t take my eyes off it as he told me to get up. Handing it to me, I took it my trembling hands and felt the supple leather before putting it on and letting out a soft moan.   

“Thanks, Doc!” I grinned, feeling the pouch enveloping my limp cock and balls... the scent of the leather filled my nostrils. 

“You’re welcome, boy...” Doc chuckled approvingly, grabbing my junk and adjusting it, causing my cock to swell a bit. “Better.” 

Next, Doc pulled out a harness and held it to my pecs. 

“Fuck yes...” I sighed, looking pleadingly into Doc’s eyes and raised my arms above me. 

Placing the straps over my shoulders, he moved even closer... his cock now in my face. I opened my mouth to kiss it before he stepped back and out of my reach. Motioning me to rise, he began pulling the wide leather straps forward... 

“Deep breath,” he ordered, and I inhaled, causing my pecs to rise... 

He connected the straps tightly to the O ring, pushing my pecs upwards and emphasizing the workout I had done earlier in the day. As I stood there looking down and feeling the tautness of the leather harness over my smooth skin, Doc dropped a pair of boots in front of me with a pair of yellow socks sticking out. 

“Go on, boy... try them on.” he chuckled. “The socks are a last-minute thing.” 

Dropping to the hard-wood floor, I pulled the boots over my feet now covered in yellow, and carefully laced them... making sure the ladder was perfect. I stood up again and smiled... never wondering why they were a perfect fit. Everything so far just felt so right.  

“10-hole Rangers...” I grinned, seeing Doc now holding a piece of leather in his hands. 

I grew silent seeing him walk towards me... I knew what I needed to do... I fell to my knees before him. Leaning in and looking directly into my eyes, he carefully slid the collar around my neck and secured it.  

“Fuck yeh...” I trembled, feeling the tightness of the collar. 

My cock began to stir from the feel and scent of the leather. I quicky inhaled the mixture of the leather gear and our now sweat covered bodies. I looked up to the man that had done this. Doc stood there admiring me and surveying my transformation. 

“Go on... have a look.” he said, gripping his cock and motioning to a full-length mirror against the far wall.  

I got up, made my way to the other side of the room and encountered a reflection of a geared-up leather boy... just like the ones that had begun to fill my jack-off fantasies in the last week. My hands moved across my pecs, feeling the tight leather straps against my freshly shaved skin. Looking down, I saw the pouch of my jockstrap growing as the leather encompassing my junk began to mold to it. Tracing the edges of my cock on the leather, I groaned... 

“Shit yeh! Doc,” I grinned, looking up at Doc’s reflection as he stood behind me. “Commando or jock... leather jock!” 

“That’s right, boy... leather jock.” he said, wrapping his arm around me and handing me a freshly packed pipe.  

“Fuck me!” I growled, taking a long deep hit as I felt fingers spreading my ass cheeks. 

“That’s the plan, boy.” he snarled, grabbing my head to face him and placing his lips close to mine... “I’ve been wanting to feel that cunt of yours wrapped around my cock since the minute I saw you.” 

“Yeah, Doc... cunt... fuck my cunt.” I begged, sending the cloud directly into his mouth as he began to stroke and tease my cunt. 

I pushed back against his thickening cock, the hunger increasing again... I desperately wanted it. Suddenly, his boots spread my legs apart and fell forward on my knees. Instinctively, I shifted my weight to my hands and arched my back to expose my cunt. I felt his cool finger probing my cunt... this time it slipped in easily. First one then a second... Must be lubed, I thought. Moaning, I raised my hips only to feel a burning sensation flow inward. I began to struggle but Doc held me firm... 

“Be still, boy... relax... That’s the tina in the lube you’re feeling.” he grunted, feeling my cunt tighten.  

“Yeh, Doc...” I responded, gritting my teeth as he pressed his cock and slid it in. “Shit!” I grunted, feeling the pain which only lasted a moment.  

The rush from the chems took over and I adjusted to the fat cock invading my cunt. He pressed on, easing the shaft into me until he hit my prostate... 

“Fuck me!” I cried out, falling to my elbows as pulsing of my cunt spread through my entire body.  

At this point, all I could do was to concentrate on my cunt... Doc continued, easing his in a bit more... my cunt pulsing against his shaft. Pushing it in further, he then pulled back then a bit deeper.  

“That’s it, boy... take Doc’s cock.” 

I was going crazy, feeling his invading cock going deeper and deeper so I pushed back to urge him on... 

“Give it to me, Doc!” I cried out, my hands now gripped tightly into balls. 

That did it! With one final shove, he buried the entire length inside me, and I felt his crotch scratching against my ass cheeks... I growled, feeling completely full. I began to pull back and push forward on his cock...  

“Yeah?” Doc growled, starting to pick up the pace. “Goddamn, boy... you’re loving this aren’t ya?” 

“Fuck yeh!” I grunted, “Fucking need it, Doc... fuck your boy!” 

Doc then began to really pound my cunt, “Yeah... my boy” he hissed, placing his entire weight on me... sinking his cock into the deepest reaches of my cunt and forcing me to the floor. 

I could feel the heat of his shaft in me as he took final possession of me... his boy. I bucked against him clenching my cunt around his cock... the fuck continued. I could feel both the metal and leather of his harness and the straps of my harness scraping against my back. Shoving deeply, he went to my shoulder and sank his teeth into my skin. 

“FUCK!” I cried out, feeling the pain move down my back and land in my cunt as the pace of our fucking increased. 

With every plunge, my body moved... taking it... gripping his cock... grunting and moaning for more. Deeper and deeper he fucked me as my body reached a new level of hunger and I kept urging him on.  

“Goddamn cunt!” Doc kept saying, pounding me again and again. 

I kept at it... opening myself to his steel hard cock and I kept begging for more.... I needed it to be complete. I continued milking his cock as we became nothing but a pair of rutting animals. I didn’t want it to end but I began to feel his cock begin to swell even more...  I urged him on and on, with a final thrust, he sank so deep into me that I felt I was going to be split apart.  

“GODDAMN CUNT!” He yelled again... his body going rigid, and I felt the hot eruption from his balls deep in my cunt before he collapsed on me. 

We stayed like that for a bit... our sweaty bodies dripping onto the wooden floor as the scent of our therapy session filled the air until Doc lifted his body off me and pulled out. Letting out a soft whine, I gripped at his softening cock, not wanting to release it. Now empty, I turned to face Doc. God, he was even more handsome... his sweat covered body glistened as he sat back, his legs spread wide... hands behind on the floor behind him.  

“Shit yeh,” I growled, crawling to him and taking his cock back in my mouth and I began to clean it.  

“Good, boy... remember,” Doc purred, running his hands over my sweaty head... “and taste your cunt.” 

Those words suddenly opened up my mind. I began to remember more details... Doc had me strip down as I told him all about Bry... I now remembered telling him about how good it felt when Bry took charge and started calling me a cocksucker. I remember him asking me if I was hard and I dropped the pillow and unzipped my shorts to expose my hard cock to show him. And then another memory hidden deep in my subconscious appeared! Mike had walked at that point and took off his clothes, exposing a beautifully hard shaved body. Mike looked to Doc who nodded, and he dropped to his knees, making his way towards me and took my hard cock in his mouth. As I continued my story to Doc, Mike began to suck and finger my cunt as I went on to describe Bry’s load exploding in my mouth. Only this time, I now knew that at that very moment I had shot a load into Mike’s mouth. Sitting back, Mike looked so much like Bry that I dropped down and began to make out with him. I could hear Doc laughing as Mike's tongue pushed the cum into my mouth. Afterwards, I sat back in the chair and moaned... remembering how Bry’s load tasted in my mouth. Mike sat back for a minute, watching me before looking in Doc’s direction. Given permission, he stood and got dressed without a word between them and left.  

“Zip up boy...” Doc commanded and all I could remember after that was him giving me instructions on how to be a good boy. 

I should have been scared and angry, but I wasn’t, and I continued servicing his cock. This was the way it was meant to be... I remained on Doc’s cock even after feeding on the last of his cum and my cunt juices. Noticing, Doc straightened up and held my chin as I let his cock rest on my tongue. He spoke proudly... 

“You do realize, boy... piss wasn’t part of your therapy.” 

Releasing his cock, I smiled... “I guess I do, Doc...” before going back to his cock to wait for another load of piss.

I was trained by my Daddy by drinking my own in steps. I started out with highly diluted water and piss mixtures and then worked my way up to full piss. From there, I worked my way to taking the first piss of the day.

Through my PrEP program by my provider, the requirement to begin was a complete panel of all STDs, including all the Heps, and an HIV test that were all negative. The only requirement is the every 90 day HIV test with STD testing offered at that time but optional. I’ve known several guys that have had some of the Hep screens come back equivocal or indeterminate and their PCPs added on the round of Hep AB vaccine. To put it plainly, it’s up to you to have STD testing done. You know your “proclivities” better than anyone else.

Yup for me… both sexes. I’m a friendly guy so can strike up conversations anywhere. I was chatting with a guy on my way home after work while on light rail train. We arrived at my stop and I stood up, said have a good one and got off the train. Next thing I know he is following me off and telling me he wants fuck me. I smiled and we went to my place. 
 

Now the woman… I had took the day off and was having lunch in the bar area of one of my favorite places. Again, chatty me decides to have a conversation with someone. We have a great conversation over drinks and lunch. Paying my bill, I excuse myself and get up. She gets up… I’m thinking ok… maybe she’s done too… and continues talking to me. I’m walking down the street and she’s still talking. I’m thinking she must be walking the same way so I keep talking. This continues for like 5 blocks and finally starting to wonder what is going on… this is a major coincidence that she’s going the same way. I finally stop in front of the post office and say…”well this is my stop. Have a good day.” She immediately gets angry  and says “What do you mean your stop!? I thought we were…!” Me: “Uh, yeah…I need some stamps.” She quickly walks off leaving me thinking WTF! 

Looking back at my experiences as a sub, I was trying to see if there was a moment where I knew, or should have known, that I was a true sub. Not just a bottom but a true sub. When did you know or realize that you wanted to serve a man? For me, it was in high school. I knew I was into guys and had been messing around with some friends by this time. I remember I was at home and I was thinking about how hot all the guys on my team looked in our jockstraps. I was the only one home and in my bedroom so I stripped down and put mine on... it was a little ripe... and started stroking. At this time, we were also studying ancient Egypt and was really into it. I don't remember how or why but I began fantasizing about being a servant to the pharaoh and wanting to prove my devotion to serve him. I imagined myself before him and saying, as a servant, the only thing that I could offer was my cum. I told him that my cum was my offering... I was offering him my essence. I kept this up, imagining he was pleased at my offering. When I finally came, I fell to my knees. In the back of my mind, I knew then that I wanted to serve a man. For a while, I would put on one of my used jockstraps and recreate this in my bedroom. It took me a while, but I finally realized that I was and am a cuntboy... those details I've shared here before.

I definitely recommend looking for another doctor. If there are organizations in your area that offer resources for gay men, try seeing if they can offer referrals. I lucked out when one of the docs I was seeing for another health issue brought up my status when I was 18 and I hadn’t been tested. He gave me a name of doc and I contacted him. The doc was gay and specialized in treating those with HIV. He was great and  I was sad when he retired. But before he left, he gave recommendations and I’ve had gay primary care docs ever since with no judgements ever from them. It’s been “ok… gotcha… then this is what we can do.”

9 hours ago, Cumfilledbottomboi said:

I still love jocks but I’ve transitioned to thongs. Those are just as easy for the top to fuck me in. Just pull the strap to the side.

For me, a jockstrap is easier… no need to pull to the side… just bend me over and fuck me. 🙂

For me, I prefer to go “old-school” and use SafeTGard… either the basic or swimmer style.  Colors will vary depending on mood or maybe signal a preference. For more serious scenes then we go with black leather, neoprene or rubber ones though yellow trim can be thrown in.

Just to add… see if they offer a waitlist. Whenever I’ve had to wait a while for an appointment, I’ve asked to be put the waiting list and  I’ll get a text and check the app to accept or decline the earlier appointment.

My thoughts: you should feel free to follow your instincts. If you want your cock and balls to be part of the experience, by all means let it be known. If you’re exposed, they will either ignore or give it attention depending on their preference. I’m a bit above average enough for it to be noticeable but usually want to it to be all about my cunt so I wear a jockstrap to signify it’s not in play.  Being caged, as you mention, would be another way. Though, I do enjoy servicing other subs’ cocks so I prefer to be the only one unavailable. The Daddies that I’ve had have all preferred me to be covered up and concentrate on servicing his cock with my mouth or cunt.

10 hours ago, tallslenderguy said:

"How" and "where" are two different questions, eh? 

 

Two thumbs up for this. 👍👍

I would say that first, whichever site/app you use, it’s important to note in your profile what you are into… role play, bdsm, water sports, etc as well as your role: bottom, boy, sub, etc. This will let everyone know what you are looking for and attract the right type. For me, my first Daddy found me on DaddyHunt. He knew what I was into and looking for. He liked my profile and contacted me and I became his cuntboy for a couple of years.  It was a bit ago but that site is still around.  Same thing happened with a couple of other sites where they became my Daddy/Dad… just be honest in what you are looking for.  Good luck.

@BootmanLA It may very well be that. I sometimes have issues accessing the site on my home WiFi due to the long response rate from BZ and I usually turn it off and then go cellular. I’m then am able to access. I’ll then turn WiFi back on and am able to browse.  I was having that issue and did just that. I was then redirected the next time I was on my home WiFi  until I cleared the data from Safari. 

1 hour ago, viking8x6 said:

If you were seeing this page

[think before following links] [think before following links] [think before following links] https://maleprime.com/about/restricted-state

Your access is affected by the restricted content blocks put in to comply with new laws. See this topic:

 

That was it. Though, I’m not in of those states so not sure why I would encounter it.  I’m about 500 miles from the closest state on the list so it wasn’t a piggyback IP thing either. Once I cleared the history and website  data was from Safari , I was no longer being redirected.  I guess I may have picked up a cookie that caused me to show from a restricted state or I couldn’t be located so it defaulted to a restricted one. 

I had read about the restrictions but didn’t think it would affect me. Thanks again Viking8x6, The more you know! 

Was wondering if this happened to anyone else. I just tried to access the site thru Safari on my iPhone. I was kept getting redirected to maleprime dot com. I even tried to do it via a private tab but it did it again. I ended up clearing all data on Safari and it no longer was redirecting. 

I didn’t access any sites between the last time I accessed this site  and this time.