by David, Luna
Geoff crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ve got a lot to make up for, Misha. I expected more from a sophomore in college. I’m disappointed, and I’ll expect you to adhere to some strict rules in my home and make up for your behavior. I want to trust you again, but it will take some work.”
Misha sniffed, his expression wrecked. “I’m so sorry. I’ll do anything, Sir. Please don’t put me out on the street or send me home.”
Geoff paused and studied his charge, finally nodding. “You’re permitted to stay, but you’ll answer to me for all things for the remainder of your stay, understood?”
Misha’s quick nod shook the exam table. “Yes, Sir. I promise. Thank you.”
Ronan noticed the hunger on Misha’s face as he stared at Geoff’s hard cock tucked behind the zipper of his jeans. “I believe he’s still hungry. I think he’s earned a punishment or two. If I were you, I’d make him choke on that fat cock of yours before you give him what he really wants.”
Geoff moved toward Misha, who turned on his side on the table. “Take my cock out, boy.”
Ronan watched as Misha slowly pulled Geoff’s hard cock out of his pants. “Take the whole thing in your mouth.”
“But…”
Geoff growled. “No buts. Choke on it or you’re out.”
Misha did his best to open his mouth wide enough and Geoff wasted no time pulling on the back of Misha’s head so his nose brushed against the curls above his shaft. As Misha coughed and gagged on his cock, Ronan yanked his own out and began to jack it. He was on the edge himself, watching Geoff’s boy play to their dominance so perfectly while maintaining his role. “That’s it, boy. Take it.”
The tears, saliva, and snot running down Misha’s red face did nothing short of spur Ronan on. “Fuck Geoff, he’s a slut for your come. That’s it. Fuck his mouth. Choke him. Aww fuck, yes.”
He knew Geoff was about to blow when his hips stopped their movement, and he let Misha pull back enough to taste what he so desperately needed. Geoff grunted with each volley, and Misha didn’t miss a drop. Ronan groaned, knowing he couldn’t hold back much longer, having watched the scene before him ravenously. When Geoff was done, he got down in Misha’s face and growled. “Choke on the doctor’s cock you lying, disobedient little cumslut.”
Ronan groaned as Misha nearly fell off the table trying to reach his cock. “Ohhh, fuckfuckfuck.”
Ronan barely had enough time to grip Misha by the back of the head and pull him into his own nest of curls before he was unloading deep into his throat.
Goddamn.
They’d had amazing scenes before, but something about this one was extra special. He pulled his over-sensitized cock out of Misha’s throat and tucked it back inside his slacks. All three of them were breathing like they’d run a marathon. When Ronan gazed down at the boy’s hand inching toward his now hardened cock, he watched, a smirk on his face when Geoff slapped that hand away from Misha’s dick.
“Don’t even think of touching your cock until I give you permission. Do you understand me? You’ll be able to touch it and feed yourself your own come only when I say you can.”
Misha whimpered but nodded, biting his lip before he whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
Ronan glanced over at Geoff as a smile crept over the man’s previously stern face. Geoff gave his boy a soft touch on the cheek with his thumb and handed over his handkerchief. They both watched as Misha was finally able to wipe up the remnants of his choking episode. Ronan didn’t take his eyes off Misha as he sat up on the edge of the table, awaiting instruction. The three of them were quiet as they gazed at each other.
Ronan finally broke the silence when he said, “Geoff, I’m going to update his file and print out your instructions. You need to make sure you follow them to the letter.”
Geoff gave Ronan a serious nod so he continued, “I’ll need to see you in exactly two weeks. I’ll expect to hear how much his behavior has improved. And now that you know you’ve got an insatiable cumslut on your hands, one who still has a long way to go to gain back your trust, you know what you’re going to have to do to ensure he gets what he needs, don’t you?”
Geoff nodded, and Ronan continued as he moved to type up his notes in Misha’s file. “I’m going to recommend milking him twice a day and feeding him his own come. And if he’s been good, feeding from your cock should keep him well sated. If it looks like he’s ready for the next steps, you may want to test out feeding him your load anally in the evenings instead, but as we’ve determined, he’s a virgin. I suggest you take your time with that. If you’d like to wait to prep him for anal until I’m there to guide you both, you’ll need to wait until your appointment in two weeks.”
He looked at them both, a grave expression on his face. “Do you feel like you can both adhere to these instructions? I’ve also added some resources in his file, some instructional videos as well as some reading material that should help.”
Ronan turned to face the boy more fully. “Misha, your sponsor understands his role in your continued health while you’re living with him for the rest of the school year, but you need to commit to your own health and wellbeing as well, boy, and do what he says. You’ve still got a lot to make up for. Do I have your promise?”
Misha nodded, wide-eyed and serious. “Yes, Doctor. I promise.”
“Great. You both have my number. If you have any questions or concerns, please don’t hesitate to call. I’ll see you both out.”
Geoff tipped his head in acknowledgement, a gleam in his eye. His serious expression remained, however, as he was fully committed to the role until the scene was over. “Thank you for seeing us on such short notice, Dr. Kincaid. We’ll see you two Fridays from now.”
“See that you do.”
With that, they left the exam room and walked toward the waiting room. Once there, Ronan turned to face them both. He smiled when he saw Misha’s blushing face and beatific smile, along with the pride on Geoff’s face.
Geoff gripped Misha’s neck with his left hand as he reached to shake Ronan’s hand with his right. “Ronan, that was great. Thank you for helping my boy play out one of his fantasies. We’d like to continue on with this storyline for next session, if you don’t mind.”
Ronan chuckled. “Of course I don’t mind. I look forward to it. Both you and your boy are very creative.” He turned and gazed down at Misha and ran his fingers through his hair. “See that your Dom follows my instructions to the letter. That diagnosis in there wasn’t far from the truth.”
Misha let out a little giggle before he covered his mouth with his hand. “Yes, Doctor Kincaid.” He stepped forward, hugged Ronan, and whispered, “Thank you for playing with us, Sir.”
Ronan hugged the sweet boy back and gave him a kiss on the top of his head. “Always my pleasure, Misha. Never doubt it.”
Misha nodded, smiled again, and looked back at Geoff, who led him out through the front door before turning and giving Ronan a quick wave and a wink. Ronan chuckled and checked the time. He was wrung dry, literally and figuratively, after such a long week. But he always looked forward to his after-hours scenes, and his next one was no different. It gave him a chance to stay in practice with a skill he didn’t often have to utilize but needed to keep up on in case he did.
Heading back to exam room two, he had just enough time to get ready for his second and last visitors of the evening. He’d leave the cleaning of both rooms until after his visitors were gone so he didn’t rush it. As he pulled out several single-use scalpels, he found himself grateful that he wasn’t going to be required to do anything other than use the surgical tools and some safety sheers in his next scene. He didn’t think he had the energy for another round.
JAMIE
Jamie flopped into the chair next to Natalie at the front desk, heaving the biggest sigh of relief as the tension slowly dissipated from his back. He ached all the way to his bones and was tired, but he couldn’t keep the smile of satisfaction off his face. Keeping his eyes closed and head tip
ped back, he hummed. Happy. He was happy.
“You look like you just had sex.”
Without opening his eyes, Jamie chuckled at Natalie’s sassy remark. “Sadly, no, but something almost as good.”
“Oh, and what’s that?”
Jamie opened his eyes and turned to look right at Natalie. “A job well done.”
“Ugh, you’re such a good boy.” She laughed as she shook her head at him, turning back to her computer screen.
“No, I’m not!” Natalie rolled her eyes at him as she typed away on her computer. “But I am looking forward to getting out early today.”
“Tell me about it. I’m going to go home, crash on my couch, and eat my mint chocolate chip to my heart’s content.” Natalie got a far-off, dreamy look on her face making Jamie laugh at her once again.
“You are one lucky lady. My best friend roped me into going out to a club with a few teacher friends of his.”
This time Natalie laughed at him. “I am a lucky girl then. Why did you agree to go if you didn’t want to?”
“Andy doesn’t really socialize well. He’s such a space cadet sometimes. So he always makes puppy eyes at me until I agree to go. I’m a sucker for his sad eyes.”
“Ahh, yes, the curse of the best friend. I have one of those, but he’s six foot five and knows how to take a whip. His idea of a fun night out is convincing a Dom to use it on him.”
Jamie laughed, but by the look on Natalie’s face, she was dead serious. The smirk told him she’d done that on purpose to shock him. The twitch in his cock was dutifully ignored. “Well, you keep your best friend, and I’ll keep mine.”
Dr. Kincaid walked out with the final patients of the day. Jamie stood, shaking off the sleepiness that had come over him, to help check out the patients.
Rand Higgins was a regular who brought in his wife and slave, Shelly, for her follow up after she’d broken her leg when they had gone skiing. They were a lovely, older, retired couple who smiled every time he’d seen them.
Dr. Kincaid handed off the chart to Natalie, as he asked, “Natalie, can you please schedule Rand an appointment two weeks from now for another follow-up for Shelly?”
Ronan turned back to the couple, addressing Rand as he said, “I’m happy with the progress she’s making, Rand. Keep up the good work.” Rand smiled as he drew Shelly closer with an arm around her shoulders. The smile on her face, even as she had her head tipped down, was noticeable.
As Dr. Kincaid turned away, his eyes met Jamie’s. Jamie’s breath caught with the look in his smoldering gaze. There was this slow, simmering heat directed right at Jamie, and he didn’t know what to do with it. But before he could react, Dr. Kincaid’s eyes moved past him, and he walked away. Jamie was momentarily shaken, confused by the interaction. It had happened so fast, for such a brief flash of time, he was certain he was mistaken. Why would Ronan be looking at him like that?
The next hour of cleaning up the exam rooms and supply room while Natalie finished her paperwork went quickly. Before Jamie knew it, it was three, and they were standing at the employee door while Dr. Kincaid held it open for them.
“Have a nice night you two. Get into some trouble.” His wink and smile were playful.
“I have no such plans. It’s a night in for this lady. Billy is coming over to eat ice cream and watch The Bachelor with me.” She pointed a thumb at Jamie. “Trouble is for the young. And for doctors who have sexy fun after-hours.” The look Ronan and Natalie exchanged confused him. There was some kind of inside joke he wasn’t a part of, so he let it go.
“Hey, I’m not the getting-into-trouble type. Remember, Natalie, you called me a good boy.” Jamie grinned at Natalie at the same time he heard a sharp intake of breath to his right. He turned to look at Ronan, who was standing there with his eyes once again fixed on Jamie. This time, there was no confusion on Jamie’s part. There was no mistaking the look of heat and possession coming from Dr. Kincaid.
Possession?
A throat clearing shook Jamie from being engulfed by all that heat. He turned to find Natalie with an amused look on her face. Jamie decided to ignore that he got caught staring at his boss by another employee. “I’ll see you both Monday.” He waved as he walked away quickly, leaving them both staring after him, then tucked his shaking hands into his pockets. No need to thoroughly embarrass himself.
He was like a schoolboy with a crush on the popular kid in class.
He arrived home twenty minutes later, dumping his keys in the bowl on the front table and setting his bag next to it.
“Andy?” Jamie called out in the apartment. He hadn’t seen his car out front, but that didn’t always mean he wasn’t home. Andy was denied the right to AAA because he’d locked his keys in his car too many times for them to allow him the coverage any longer. His friend was lucky his head was attached. Jamie was certain he would’ve lost that by now.
He walked into the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge and guzzling it down.
Making his way back to the front door and his bag, he looked around and sighed. He was in no mood to go with Andy and his “friends” tonight to watch over his spacey friend as he tried his best to add people to his social circle. All Jamie wanted to do was curl up on the couch in front of the TV and zone out for the next few hours before crashing and starting over again the next day.
Grabbing his bag, he walked into his room and dumped it out on the bed. He needed to call Andy to make sure he’d remembered they were riding together that night. Rummaging through all the things now on his bed, he realized his cell phone wasn’t among them.
“Shit.” Jamie wiped his hand down his face trying to remember where it could be. Maybe he left it in the car? Sighing, knowing there wasn’t anything he could do but go back down to check his car, he slipped his shoes back on. Just in case, he made sure he had his keys and wallet in hand since he would have to go back to the office to get it if it wasn’t there.
Another twenty minutes and a bit of traffic later, he pulled into the parking lot. Surprise filled him when he saw Dr. Kincaid’s car still there. Maybe he was still working on paperwork. But next to the doc’s car was another unfamiliar car. Since the cars were parked along the back of the building where the employee entrance was, it was clear the owner of that car was there to see Dr. Kincaid.
Jamie needed his cell. There was no way he could go all night without it.
Climbing out of his car, he decided to just be super quiet and not disturb whoever was there. Even though Jamie was intensely curious as to who it could be and why they were there, he wasn’t going to snoop. He slipped quietly into the building, holding the door until it closed, then slowly released the handle so it wouldn’t click.
From where he stood in the back hall, he could hear a low murmur of voices. One, he was certain, was Dr. Kincaid’s, but the other one wasn’t familiar. As he tiptoed to the nurse’s station where he kept his things, the voices grew louder. He was a few feet down the hall from the exam rooms, which was clearly where Dr. Kincaid and his guest were. The two voices sounded again, but this time, followed by another deep voice. There were three of them in the room.
Jamie was certain it was probably just a patient who needed urgent care, and Dr. Kincaid was kind enough to stay late to see to them. He was always accommodating to his patients that way.
But as Jamie turned to walk away, a noise, he was sure was a moan, sounded behind him. He stopped, standing completely still, listening as it filtered through the closed door again. Jamie’s heart rate picked up. He knew his curiosity was going to push him to do something stupid. He was like a fucking cat, unable to ignore the part of him that said looking wouldn’t hurt. Curiosity killed the cat, idiot!
Before the thought finished in his head, his feet were turning toward the exam room at the end of the hall. Jamie walked silently, thanking every god in the known universe for the carpeting that covered the hall. He could feel his breathing pick up, fear of getting caught being a creeper skittering
through his brain.
But he was stupid and, of course, kept walking.
First thing he realized as he approached the door to the exam room they were in was that the door was actually not closed. Which was probably why he could hear them at the other end of the building. The other realization was that what he was hearing was definitely a moan, and not one of pain.
The openings of the doorways to the exam rooms were wide, like you’d find at a hospital. Dr. Kincaid had explained that, at one point, before he’d purchased the building, it had been an emergency room. They had been required to have doorways to fit a gurney. That wide doorway was now giving him an unobstructed view of the room...
And of Dr. Kincaid with his fingers buried in the ass of the young man now bent over the exam room table.
“Such a good pet. Check-in, please.” The unknown man’s voice carried to where Jamie was hiding.
There was a pause before a breathy voice said in reply, “Green, Sir.”
“That’s good to hear. Remember, you can use your safeword at any time.”
“Yes, Sir.”
The shock of what Jamie was seeing was quickly followed by a realization. All the pieces finally fell into place. This was what Gina and Natalie had meant about “after-hours visitors.” Dr. Kink!
Dr. Kincaid was, at this very moment, Dr. Kink.
Both ladies had told Jamie, but he hadn’t known what they meant at the time. Ronan wasn’t just a doctor to the BDSM community. He was, apparently, a very active participant.
The surprise of it all, the knowledge of what Ronan did in the office after it closed, was quickly followed by lust. All encompassing, make-his-dick-hard-as-a-rock, tingles-running-down-his-spine lust. The two physical reactions warred inside him, making him dizzy with the immense feelings coursing through him. He grabbed on to the frame of the doorway as he swayed on his feet.
