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Capt. Scott, Part 2:
After my first session with fire captain Scott, I had to check in; I mean I needed to analyze what happened in that treatment room and the subsequences if we had been caught. My PT license could have been suspended and I would not be able to get a good recommendation.
Friday came and he was scheduled to come in at 4:00PM, and as much as I was looking forward to seeing him, I was a bit apprehensive.
I was given a new patient who required an evaluation, and there was no way of me not taking this patient because the referring Orthopedist requested I see this patient. (Money and good insurance speaks loudly in healthcare!)
Capt. Scott was given to an assistant.
He came in just as I called the new patient to follow me, and I told him that the assistant was going to take care of him.
He expressed his dissatisfaction, "Listen, I've had two sessions with that assistant and I wasn't happy with him. I have seen different therapists here and there seems to be a lack of consistency. I'd like to talk to your supervisor."
"Hey Steve, you have a few minutes to talk to Captain Scott? He needs to talk to you," I snuck my head in the director's office.
The Owner came out and talked to Capt. Scott; and advised him that if he waited for 35 minutes I would be able to finish his treatment with manual techniques after his hot packs and exercises.
Well, the owner should not have said anything to the Captain without first checking with me. The new patient was referred to the clinic by a well known orthopedist, who takes care of one of the basketball professional team and high level athletes. This MD had specifically requested I be the therapist. Now if the MD found out I did not finish the treatment session with his patient, we could lose a good referral.
I reminded the owner who the referring physician was and the delicate situation. He wanted me to talk to Capt Scott.
I refused telling him he should correct his own error. I am glad the orthopedists like me alot!! So to remedy the situation the owner told Capt Scott that today's session would not count and promised him that he (the owner) would schedule Capt Scott with me in the future.
We have late hours here in the clinic. The next week I would be working the late shift: 12PM to 8PM. The Owner told Capt Scott of my schedule and he told the owner that there was no consistent follow through with therapist--that he is given a new therapist just about every session. Capt. Scott is not a happy camper, and opts to take the last appointment of the evening for Tuesday.
"Shit," I thought, "that means 6:45!" Usually the last evening patient would be 5:30 giving me lost of time to do paperwork. And in the evening, if there are no patients and you are caught up with your work and everything done, you can leave early without being docked time.
In the evening there is usually a PT and an assistant.
Tuesday rolls around. 6PM and we have one patient being treated and Capt Scott who is "my" patient is scheduled to come in at 6:45. I work with the patient while the assistant inputs things in the computer.
6:20 and the patient is done.
6:35PM and the assistant has completed all that needs to be done, and even does some dusting to kill time.
"Hey Chris, everything is done and I even did some dusting. Do you think I can leave to catch the 7PM Zumba class at the gym."
I look around the clinic and everything seems to be in order. Reluctantly I give her permission.
Capt Scott arrives promptly at 6:45PM.
"I actually like this time because I don't have to rush from work. I can take a shower and feel fresh."
I teased him, "I don't know why you want to shower cause I'm going to work you over and have you sweating. By the time I am done with you, you are going to need shower."
Capt Scott smiled at me, "I am ready for the challenge; as a matter of fact, I am looking forward to it."
As I am setting down his hot packs, Capt Scottmakes small talk, "So you're the therapist for Dr. K? Isn't he one of the docs for the Lakers?"
I nod my `yes' and pat the hot packs to motion him to hop on. I place him on some hot packs and noticed that he is wearing shorts but no biker tight fitting mid thigh underwear.
5 minutes into the hot packs, I go to work with him and have him start his exercises. Trunk stabilization. To be sure he is doing them properly I place one hand under the LS area and another just below the belly button and above the pubic area--this way I can feel the spine move and the muscles contract properly. He needs minimal cueing and so I take my hands away.
We go to the gym and work on the Swiss Ball. He lays on his abdomen on the Swiss ball and he has to reposition/adjust his family jewels from getting smashed. He does his Superman exercises and I am kneeling and spotting him on his left (about hip level).
I challenge him, "Now raise one leg." He loses his balance and listed to his left falling into me. He resumed his position but first reached in his shorts to adjust himself. He tries it again, and does a little better with me adding a bit of stabilization to the ball.
He then has to do pressure ups. I have my thumb and middle finger on each of his buttocks to make sure he doesn't squeeze his buttocks, and every time he fires them, I give them a squeeze and tell him no.
Since he is already lying prone (face down), I do a hip and quad stretch on him and I have to bend his knee and reach under to the front of his thigh and stretch while raising his thigh. When I lower his leg, he readjusted.
"Are you wearing the proper support today?" I ask him.
"These shorts have a liner only as the support" he replied and looked at me with a smile.
"Well, it's not supporting you well," I tell him. And we both laugh.
We go the next exercise: Partial Sit ups on the Swiss Ball. To make sure he is doing it correctly I have one hand at his lower abs. He is doing well except for one cock adjustment!
From my position I can see Capt Scott's outline of his cock, which is hanging to the right. There is a stir in my loins. I get him on the treatment mat and need to do a HS stretch. I have him bend both knees and I position myself just between his legs. I have him extend his left knee and then raise his leg as high as he can without bending his knee. I then support his leg on my shoulder and have him slowly lower the right leg. As I raise his left leg higher, he starts to bend his right knee and so I reposition myself so that I am blocking his right knee/thigh area with my left lower leg. As I am raising his leg, his balls slipped out--nice size pink sac-- smooth too!
"Ha he shaved," I thought, then I don't what possessed me but said, "And I see you shaved!"
He is being stretched, in slight discomfort, and cannot mutter a reply.
I then lower the left leg a bit, supporting him along the inner thigh and no longer bracing his right knee. I take his left out to the side and his shorts hike up and his cock head is exposed.
I guess the liner was of no use! I stroke his adductor muscles and also strum them getting pretty close to his cock n balls, but I dare not venture too far.
He is responding to my touch. I take him back to neutral and do the same thing to the right side. But before I worked on the right, Capt Scott reached in and adjusted himself once more.
When I braced his left thigh and knee, I also had to put pressure on his left hip at the ASIS to prevent him from substituting. Well when I went to put my hand there, I put some accidently brushed his cock, which seemed not soft and not hard. He did not position his cock in neutral.
Anyway after the stretching was done it was time for some soft tissue work. I had him lay on prone and covered him with a bath towel; and this time I had him keep his arms at his side.
Oh, I forgot one detail: I had tennis at 8PM and so I was in my shorts and tennis gear. I went to the bathroom to wash my hands and at the same time I took my briefs off. I was feeling a bit devil-ish!
When I returned to the room I removed the towel and Capt Scott had taken off his shorts. He laid there buck ass naked.
I patted his butt, "Why did you take your shorts off?" and covered him with a towel that I folded in half lengthwise.
"Well, at the spa I'm asked to remove my clothes and they cover me with a sheet or towel, and thought that's what I wanted." And I told him he was absolutely correct.
I worked on his lower back and legs and did the stretch that I did with him earlier. So I flexed his knee and raised his leg, and without his shorts, his cock and balls were exposed even though he has a towel draped over him.
I positioned he legs--wide! I got to see a hairy butt crack and not a clear look at his pucker hole. I did manual techniques on him and at one point I had to reach to his front side and massage. Each time my fingers brushed/touched his cock which seemed to be growing.
I did work on the other "side.
I did another technique that required him to be positioned so that one leg is off the treatment table and touching the floor--kind of like half on/half off. The towel slipped off. Can you imagine laying face down with your butt exposed? I did the maneuver and then took him to second position such that his hanging knee is resting on my hip. By now I am sporting a hard on.
As I am bending and raising his leg I purposely let his leg brush against my cock, and the Capt lifted his head and looked back at me.
I looked directly into his eyes as if to ask, "yes? Anything wrong?"
So now use your imagination: the Capt is laying on his stomach naked, his right leg is on the bed, his left leg is out to the side and knee bent and resting on my hip. (think of the #4).
I informed him, "Okay,I am going to work on your gluteals, and if the pressure is too much, I don't want you to hold your breath... breathe in slowly and exhale slowly."
I worked the gluteals where the muscles originate and where they insert. I then get the free up lotion and work on the area. I get close to his butt hole and he at first tightens up every time I get close to his pucker, but eventually his is totally relaxed. The Captain is so relaxed that he reached down to adjust himself so that his cock, which is hard, is pointing down between his legs and so are his balls. I massage the inner thigh of his left leg and every now and then my fingers brushed his cock.
I positioned his leg back on the treatment table and informed him it's time to stretch the right. He adjusted his cock to the right. He has left a wet spot on the left side of the bed.
As I walked around to the other side I touched his head, "How are you doing?"
"Couldn't be better" he replies keeping his head down.
I leaned and whispered in his ear, "Has anyone told you you have a cute butt? Do you want me to cover you with the towel?" (Yes, I have thrown my inhibitions to the wind!)
And as I walked past him, he reached out with his right hand and grabbed my cock. "Hmmmm" is all he says.
I tell him I will be right back and call my buddy to tell him I am stuck at work and cannot make tennis.
I return to the room and work on the right side, and with him in the #4 position as previously, I work his gluteals and with his cock positioned like before my fingers brushed his cock and balls.
When I was done with that technique I positioned him with legs sprawled wide.
His phone rang; I asked him if he wanted to answer and he did. His wife; "what time are you coming home?" He told her he was almost done.
I told him I wanted to finish his with a rotation component. So I had him roll onto his back, and used the towel to cover him, but the obvious erection could not be hidden.
This next technique required him to scoot close to the edge of the mat next to me. His knees are bent, I reached and supported both his knees close to my chest and rolled him to his side towards me. From that position I can either bring his knees closer towards his chest or away. So in that position his cock is pressed against my abs. I am doing some soft tissue mobs and I pressed him closer to me.
I do something I don't usually do but like I said I felt devilish. I stay where I am rather than go to the other side of the treatment table. I roll his knees to the other side, and because I cannot properly support him, I get onto the treatment table. The towel has fallen.
He is on his side (naked) and I am on the table and if I was naked I would have fucked him there and then.
I leaned forward to support his legs and my cock is pressed along his buttocks. He took his left arm and held me close to him. I brought his knees back to neutral and told him he is done for the evening. He is oozing pre-cum.
I get off the table and simultaneously he sits on the side of the table and so his legs are on both sides of me. His cock pointing straight up and wet with pre-cum.
He surprised me when he reached so smoothly and pulled my shorts down mid thigh! My cock sprung up and slapped against my lower ab. He looked at my cock and said, "you're just as wet as I am."
I looked straight into his eyes, rested both of my hands on his thighs leaned in and whispered in his ear, "yes I am. But you have to be on your way home 10 minutes ago."
He hugged me with his legs drawing me close to him and he himself slid forward. Damn, I wish he didn't have to leave.
He took my hands in his and cupped them both in his and brought them to his lips and said, "I have 5 more sessions."
He stood up and there we were, cock to cock and our bodies pressing into each other. I stepped back and told him, "You lowered my shorts you have to pull them up."
He smirked and bent forward to pull my shorts up, and ever so lightly he brushed his lips along my cock on his way down and up causing my cock to twitch. He stood and looked me directly in the eyes and licked his lips.
"You're going to be late," I said and left him to change.
I started to give him his appointment card, but pulled his shorts open placed it in his shorts.
He kissed me lightly on the forehead.
"See you Thrusday at 6:45PM!"
In all the years I have never conducted myself in the manner I have with Captain Scott. I sensed from our first treatment session that he was a player on both sides. I admit I behaved and conducted unprofessionally. But it was mutual. Any feedback is very much appreciated: Kaholo1154@yahoo.com.