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Chapter 5
"The Doctor will see you now," the receptionist chirped cheerfully. I winced as I got up out of the chair,since the throbbing pain in my ass was starting up again and also it was my monthly prostate examination appointed by our coach. Other dudes also had their prostate examined and I was the only one left. I always hated this exam as it was so embarrassing. Plus I would have to take my shirt off flexing my muscles and then getting naked. It was like putting a strip tease for him.
I waddled behind her when she led me to the examining room. She watched me walk and looked at my file. "You'll probably want to take your pants off."
My butt started hurting the day after my last date with Sophie, the night her kid-brother Jack fucked me uncountable times. After the missionary fuck, he came two more times, fucking me from behind doggy-style, before he found the key and unlock Sophie's handcuff and let me go home. He really worked my nipples over with his fingers, giving me signals for when to clench and when to relax my asshole to effectively milk his long, thin cock that third time. My nipples were sore and hurt as I got dressed. But my butt didn't start to really hurt until the end of the next day.
When Dr Miller came in, I was still standing-up, with my pants and underpants folding on the chair. "Hi Joshua" , the older man said. He had been my doctor since high school. He looked at my file and frowned. "What's going on?" he asked.
"err...It's my bottom. It really started hurting a couple of days ago."
"Have you been overdoing at the gym squats and all? Bad form on your lift squat? "
"I don't think so, Doc." I replied sneakily.
"Turn around and bend over the bench," he instructed. I turned and bent and displayed my bare butt to him. Another man looking at my ass. It was embarrassing, but this time was different. He was a doctor and kept saying this to me chanting. I tried to put my recent experiences out of my head, despite my racing heart. He carefully spread my cheeks apart with his hands and peered in close.
"It is awfully read and inflamed. Is it a surface pain? Like a rash or jock-itch? You have had that before."
"No, doc. It's on the inside."
"I would think you were too young for colon-cancer. But we had better have a look." He pulled on rubber gloves and got a weird-looking device from a drawer. It looked like a split dildo with a handle. He lubed it up along with lubing his finger. Rubbing circles around my asshole, his wet finger tried to push its way inside. I winced and shook in pain and my dick git hard quickly. Over the past few days, I had tried to finger myself, hopping I could massage away the pain (but actually I wanted to feel that moments again). When I could get a finger into my tight, crinkly hole, it never help much.
"I know, I know." he said. "Guys don't like anal examines. I am not questioning your masculinity. We just need to check you out." He pushed harder and started to gain entrance to my abused hole. My cock grew harder with his every push. I thought like he was doing on purpose. I saw his reflection in front mirror. He was a good looking guy in his mid forties. Now I was checking guys out? I distracted myself again.
"Just Relax Your Hole!" he commanded. He sounded like Jack and Mike and my ass clamped shut in fear. "Like Jack?" I thought . Jack had had a way for me to relax my hole. I reached up and twisted my nipples. I felt Dr Miller's finger slide straight in. He replaced it quickly and expertly with the other thing. It stretch my ass pucker a lot more. It was like, what?... three fingers at once. Jack had used three fingers. I could survive this I told myself and took a deep breath.
Then the thing opened. I Gasped and the doctor look up at me. "Are... Are you pinching your nipples Josh?" he asked in shock.
"NO," I blushed and let go of my nips. "This isn't game, Joshua." The Thing was spreading me open into a gaping hole. The doctor squatted down to peer inside with a pen-light. He put his finger thru the wide hole and I could feel him touching me deeply inside. He started rubbing that pleasure-button I seemed to have in myself and my dick started getting erupting precum. I squeezed my butt that must have indicated Miller that I was having effects. Right there in Doctor Miller's office, with no pants on, I was throwing a boner. I tried willpower to get my cock back down.
"This isn't supposed to feel good." I told myself, "This isn't supposed to feel good." But my dick was too happy with the massage it was getting from the inside. It was horrible. If I came now, this man I respected would think I was a faggot.
"OH!" the doctor exclaimed. He was exploring less deeply, right where my ass hurt the most. I felt he was invading me on purpose. I gripped the bench to stop from squirming too much.
He switched the Hole Stretcher thing to his other hand while keeping it expanded and buried inside me. He could now reach a cupboard where he squirted a green gel onto two fingers. These green, goey fingers went back inside me and onto the painful place. I felt a sudden sting, like spicy sauce on your lips, and then a wonderful cooling spread thru my gut. For the first time in days, everything relaxed and stopped hurting. He closed down the thing and pulled it out of me. I looked back at him to see what was next. He was staring at me with weird look. I blushed and looked away. I was shamed by his glaring eyes.
"Get up and put your pants back on boy." he finally said.
I scrambled into my briefs and blue jeans and shoes. Doctor Miller kept his back to me while he wrote in my file. He clearly know what had been happening to me but he didn't understand.
"So what have you been doing with your hole, Josh?", He asked me politely.
"Don't be embarrassed. I'm your doctor and you need to tell me everything before I can diagnose it properly", he was right and but I couldn't tell the entire story that how a high school twink fucked my brains all night.
"I was with my girlfriend and we ..actually he gave me idea of ..hmm...putting...actually no...she decided to finger me..yeas, she fingered me.. ," I looked like a stupid telling lies in front of a doctor who had almost figured out it was not a finger at least but something else.
"Listen Josh, I know you were playing with your ass. That's normal. Don't lie about it not at least to a doctor. It is a matter of your health", he said politely and I totally got him. I could have STD from Jack. Now I was worried.
"Dont be worried. It's nothing dangerous. You have Anal Sphincter Hypertrophy, it occurs when you are having anal sex or in your case I assume penetrating a dildo.", I looked at him and turned my face away in embarrassment. I was kinda relieved as well that he didn't figure out I was actually having anal sex and stuck to dildo. I smiled.
" The muscle cells of the sphincters , the outer and the inner, but mostly the inner, are enlarged. And you also have literally narrow rectum which adds more insult to your muscle walls. Some people have naturally tight rectum and you are on of those. You lift weights; you know strength-training vs muscle growth. This is overworked muscles in short".
"They are one-way values and you have been using as two-way values. You've been.... ...." I could see him choke on the words. "You have been doing some private Stuff... And now you ve a troublesome ass."
He seemed more comfortable if he could just stick to his medical knowledge." Are you swinging between Constipation and Diarrhea or before? "
"yes....I usually assume to have IBS but I maintain a diet that works," I mumbled.
"That is normal when the interior sphincter is tighter." Lost in his own thoughts for a moment, he said quietly to himself with surprise, "But whatever you are doing to your naturally tight rectum, it actually can resolve the issue, which is of course stretching. I'm prescribing you a local anesthetic, painkiller and few exercises to stretch your hole. Use it for a week and after that when pain goes try to ...ummm....stretch your anus by doing exercise. You know what I mean. Stretching might loosen up your tightness and the IBS sort of issue will resolve. Understood? Other wise we could proceed to surgery if you want",
"Will stretching exercises work?", I asked him cuz I couldn't afford to have a surgery when my national matches were about to begin.
"Yes, as I said it is not something that needs a surgical procedure and can go away by some stretching exercises and care", he smiled and I felt weird attraction towards him. I tried my best to hide my bonner but he noticed.
"Don't be shy Josh. We both are men", he smiled and patted me.
Looking back at me, he continued like a doctor. "Here is the local Anesthetic. It will stop the pain and calm the spasms. I am also giving you painkillers", he was writing my prescription.
His face lightened a little bit. "Look. You know weights. Short, well-spaced reps build strength; Too long and too hard builds volume. You want strength when you do this Stuff. Tell your.,, eh.. Coach to go easier on you." Every time he said "Stuff", my stomach twisted. "We want that nerve to heal on its own. You don't want to proceed to surgery, boy",
Josh felt so humiliated during the doctor visit but then at home he felt so bored and thought of going to gym. He knew doctor Miller had told him to cut off gymming for few days but he couldn't imagine not going to gym and work out. He decided not to do squats or any exercise that would put strain on his ass.
He started by warming up and ran on a treadmil after that he went to lift some weights and do some work out if his biceps and triceps.
"Hey, Josh where have you been dude?", Rob, who was my gym buddy asked me slapping my ass lightly. It was a brotherly spank but a current surged through my body, but why? He was in his usual shorts and tank tops. His body was sweating and I can see his biceps and thigh muscles glistening with it. His pumped up chest and defined built was kind of giving me strange feelings. He was good looking, about my height and had a muscular built of course, I was huge and more muscular than him, we both would help each other lifting weights and motivating each other especially he would ask for tips as I had a reputation and fame on national level.
"Yeah, I had to visit my doctor for routine check up", I smiled and layed on my back bench press. He came behind me and helped in lifting weights. As he stooped down, his shorts were really close to my face almost hitting my nose and I could sniff his musk through his crotch. His weirdly enchanting man smell was so erotic. As he lifted weight up his crotch would also move up and my hole would twitch and my dick started forming a tent.
"No way, I'm not into men. Fuck", I tried to distract myself. I held my breath, shut my eyes and imagine about Sophie, her breasts, her pussy and naked body. I was not gay, I was not a fag like my brother and would never be. I'm a real man, an alpha top who is into pussies.
"Huuuuuh", I couldn't hold longer and inhaled air but I didn't realise his crotch was just above my nose and there I inhaled a whiff of his man musk.
"Ahhhhhh", I moaned a little and then quickly opened my eyes in panic to see if Rob had heard me moaning but thank God he didn't.
"I'm not getting hard....Josh you can't....be a man", I continued motivating me but Rob was moving up and down over my face with weights and I couldn't distract myself more from thinking about Rob's cock. His smell was so enchanting.
"No....Josh", I said in my head.
"Yes Josh, you need it", someone said in reply.
"Give up....your hole hungry...it needs to fill up",
"Noooo", my cock was getting hard and I wanted to moan out louder but the sheer embarrassment of showing a hard on was too humiliating.
"Give up...", Someone was echoing around me.
"I can't....", But I would refuse these echoes.
"Give up cunt", My hole starting spasming and I could feel my cock leaking precum as Rob's odor dominated my nose and brain. God knows he had took bath today or not? But when you are a regular gym mate a man always gives off his musky odor. I was in a fix and couldn't ask Rob to move as my sets were not completed.
"Hey are you done with it or wanna continue more", Rob asked me and I quickly told him to stop. I sat on my butt staring at my hard on. Thank goodness due to my fitting briefs my hard on was properly locked and it saved me from public humiliation.
I couldn't face Rob as his sweaty body and odor was just doing something to me and I went to locker room where dudes were gossiping and some were naked teasing each other. I suddenly looked at one who was showing off his huge cock and I rubbed my lips with my tongue mechanically. My cock throbbed and hole spasmed on glimpse of that dude. He was Tom, 5'7, just like Mike and Sam but muscular than them. He usually took some tips from me and I would help him with his workout. I have stare to his cock for few minutes and he turned towards me, out eyes met and he smiled asking about me. I replied by smiling and adjusted myself so that he couldn't see my hardening cock. Now I was watching dudes. Things were getting out of control and I need to be in control again.
He and Rob both went to shower and when Rob got naked he couldn't stop staring at his beautiful ripped body and that meaty cock.
"Hey, don't you want to take bath?", He asked me slapping my ass gently.
"Hey don't do that", I apparently minded but I loved the gentle touch that gave my hole erotic spams and my cock also twitched in my gym shorts.
I stripped and get under shower with Rob. His hands were cleaning his body moving under in armpits and chiseled abs. I told advantage of his closed eyes and continued staring at him. I mechanically licked my lips. My cock was getting hard and I couldn't understand why. Why Rob was making me so hard, his muscular built and polite behaviour. God.....urhhh. I quickly turned my face and body away as he opened his eyes to hide my embarrassement from him and distracted my brain to make my cock flaccid.
I stopped at the pharmacy for the anesthetic gel. I was feeling tired and just wanted to fall on bed. Working out in the gym , my sanctuary, always made me feel better; more in control. But my body was hurting. My hole was also aching because of getting fucked by Jack and I didn't want any of my friends and gym-rivals figuring it out too. So I went straight to home.
The house was dark with no cars. So I knew my brother Oscar wasn't home and more fortunately his friend Mike wouldn't be here, I stripped down , showered, and changed into clean, white briefs. With what I now thought of as kink in my pipes, my butthole wasn't dependable and I was leaving skid-marks in my tighty-whiteys. Alone in the house, I headed done to the kitchen in just my underpants and fixed a protein-shake for dinner and when to bed. Sleeping when my ass hurting so much over the last few days had not been easy. My parents were as usual out of town for office projects.
The numbness in my hole was fading. Would the pain come back in the night? Dr Miller warned that the goop was strong stuff. The directions said not to use it use for four consecutive days. I pulled off my underpants and layed out the box of rubber gloves and bottle of ointment on bed. Just in case. And turned out the light.
But sleep means dreams and my life was becoming a nightmare. So I dreamt of a huge, black snake in a white labcoat that wrapped itself around and around my dick to squeeze it and was trying to push his green, venom-coated tongue up my asshole. When the pain from its fangs biting into my nipple was too real, I woke up shaking. The room was dark and I was confused, but I quickly realized that I wasn't alone. Something was really squeezing my dick. Pulsating strokes were tingling along my shaft. Mike pulled his lips off my bare nipple and snickered at me.
"Hey Big bro," he said. "Are you awake?" His rubber-loved hand went into a frantic streak of dick strokes that made me gasp and thrust my hips .Yet my fucking motion was restrained, his over hand was pinning me to the bed. I realized his fingers were in my ass.
"I saw you bought rubber-gloves and lube. I know what big brother wanted," He pushed his fingers in me as fast and hard as he could to punctuate his statement and stoped from kicking him of the bed.
"This lube is Great Shit. I can really stretch your tight ass big bro." I felt him spread his fingers wide inside me, but it didn't hurt. It just felt as good a deep-tissue massage. "I bet I could get my whole hand up there. Even your Gay brother can't do that... yet."
"Stop!" I shout. "You got to get off." "I plan on getting Off and I am going to get you Off too big bro" He increased the jerking on my dick and my balls tightened as they prepared to shoot and this motion made me weak. I needed to cum badly and Mike knew how to make me weak and helpless.
"Oh God. I'm going to cum." I shouted. He instantly stopped his movements and snapped at the underside of my cockhead. The pain was incredibly small compared to the last time he edged-teased me but it was enough. My dick quivered without exploding. He took my ragged breathing as a beat to stretch and release the muscles in my ass in rhythm to. He started jacking my dick again, slowly and then faster. I started breathing faster. My huge chest was heaving with every stroke and my hands grabbed the covers tightly. My neck and face was flushing.
I caught my breath and choked out, "stop it mike. That's medicine for my condition not a lube."
He slowed the jerking. "Medicine for your butt? What happened?" he looked worried for me.
I tired to fuck his face and regain control of myself. "eh..Nothing. Nothing happened." "Then why did a doctor give you medicine for your butt?" "None of your business, Faggot." I said in my usual insulting tone.
He let go of my dick and grabbed my balls and twisted. I screamed from the total pain.
"Don't call me names when I am worried about you, big bro." I looked at him. He was really worried about me. I felt weird emotion to his innocent face showing care for me. He yanked my twisted balls away from my body and came closer and kissed me just like he did in the kitchen the other day and all his fingers against that pleasure-spot inside my ass. My dick shook as if it wanted to cum.; something it couldn't do with twisted balls. I couldn't figure out it was pain or pleasure.
"Tell me what happened!" I wanted it to stop. "Nerve damage. Like overworked muscle. I fucked too much." I rasped out. My head was starting to swim. The pain-pleasure was overwhelming me. It seemed to spread from my balls and my dick to the whole rest of my body. I had the weird thought that my arms wanted to cum.
Mike face turned into scowl. "Did you do it yourself or someone did that?" He relaxed the strong pull on my nuts and changed it into gentle, encouraging tugs.
The room was getting brighter as if eyes were opening like a cat's. My brain was changing into a sweet fog and an excited calm was consuming me. I thrust my hips against Mike spreading fingers so they would have to push my pleasure spot. I did it again and again to synchronise with his tugging on my balls. The primal beast inside me knew that this would eventually make me cum. I just had to distract Mike. I had to take control away from him. So started to babble. I told him about Jack. I told him about the first time he blew me. I was so speaking in no real order. I don't know if I got the details right. I just babbled. I did hear Mike speak a few times. "He rimmed you out?" "Handcuffs?" "Meet at a bar?" "Sophie and her brother?" And all the while, I racked my ass over his hand.
"You got fucked by someone other than me Josh?", He yelled at me.
"I wanted to be the one to fuck you big bro. It was I who kissed you and jerked you so it should have been me to take you down", his expressions of disappointment in me made me feel bad for him.
"I'm sorry Mike but it all happened so quickly and it is an enigma that how did it happen. I didn't want it but it happened", why I apologised to the him for not getting fucked by him which was another level of humiliation for me but Mike was giving me so much pleasure that I couldn't analyse the words.
"It's ok big bro. I'm gonna fuck you today", he smiled, "fuck...yes...fuck me Mike", I said without thinking.
"Mike...please... don't", I quickly realised what mistake I made and corrected myself.
"Why big bro. You said now to fuck you", he stared I to my eyes and grinned. I had no words as I just told him to fuck me. I felt his meaty cock tearing my insides.
"Urhhhh....fuckk....Mike...please...stoopppp",
"I can't bro...I can't....I want you....you let jack fuck you...you can take my cock as well", and with that he tightened his grip on my shoulders and pushed me down on his cock forcing it into my tight hole. My sphincters were on fire and I felt my ass tearing.
"Fuckkkk", again I could have thrashed him, threw him away but I didn't and endured all the pain. The nostalgia of yesterday night came in my head when Jack fucked me all night, there was that initial pain but then there was nothing else besides sheer pleasure and I froze at my place in anticipation of the mesmerising pleaure that awaited me after Mike would have completely penetrated me.
"You are liking it ...don't you big bro", Mike pulled his cock halfway out and then forced it in harder hitting me with his balls.
"Yes", I mechanically yelped louder confirming my happiness. He attained a rhythm and started drilling me, feeling my six pack abs and huge pecks.
"You are a god big bro....and I'm so happy you are just like Oscar....a bottom bitch", he humiliated me and call me names but all this was just making me horny.
"I'm not a bitch", I wanted to say but instead I moaned louder.
"I'm not gay", I wanted to utter but a sigh of satisfaction came out. I wanted it to stop but I felt my ass moving down on his huge cock.
"You are not a top big bro....you are a born bottom....just look at your gaping hole...it's so tight...it's a vagina...that needs to be broken down...and this hypertrophy of yours can only be resolved when your tight rectum is stretched brother. And what better way can make your vagina loosen up besides a cock? Ain't I'm right?", He asked me and my eyes just popped on hearing all his words. "I had a vagina", I thought and doctor Miller's words came into my head.
"You have surprisingly narrow rectum..... stretching can resolve your issue", he didn't tell Mike about stretching or hypertrophy but then how does he know?
"Ahhhhhhhh", I yelled and screamed in joy and embraced him tightly.
"Fuck me Mike....fuck me...", I couldn't hold back any longer as his constant penetration against my swollen anal muscles was driving me crazy. I needed his cock so bad.
"I will big bro....it is in your blood....you are born to be fucked", he whispered and then starting jackhammering me. The pain, that beautiful pain...I was born to endure pain, Im a wrestler and I can endure the strain on my muscles whether the muscles were skeletal or smooth.
And finally it happened. "I'm cumming" and an orgasm possessed the room like an enrage demon. I didn't realise that wasn't me cumming. It was Mike. He was hoovering over me. His steel-like dick, veined and throbbing, was spraying me with white lava. He splattered my inside and then he quickly pulled it out hitting my belly, my chest, and my face. He pushed his dick passed my lips and coated my tongue with the last shot of his sperm. The salty, musty cream blended in my addled mind as if I were tasting a new color.
Mike collapsed on the bed beside me and groaned. "Damn big bro. That's so HOT!" He looked down at my hands working on my crotch. "Stop, Josh, Don't cum yet." he said in such a commanding voice that I abruptly stopped it. I mindlessly obeyed him. He picked up the bottle of green goop with his gloved hands and try to read the label. My dilated pupils could see; he was still in a dark room. "WHAT is in this shit?" he puzzled.