"Oh, trust me, baby. I know everything works." Daddy gives me a wink before his bare hand dips below my underwear. He wraps his fingers around my cock and squeezes. My breath hitches and my whole body stiffens. "Sensitive, Ty?"
"Very, Doctor." I try my best to not move. I don't want Doctor Daddy to stop what he's doing. "It feels good."
Daddy nods and within a few seconds, my underwear is gone and I'm watching Daddy's hand slide up and down my shaft slowly. "This is a very good penis, Tyler. It's healthy and the perfect length."
I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning. Doctor Daddy holds my cock up against my stomach with one hand, trailing his middle finger down the underside. My legs shake with the sensation and effort to stand still. "Your testicles are nice and firm, too."
A whimper escapes my lips and I see Daddy fight off a smirk. He composes himself quickly though. He palms both my balls and gives them a slight tug. This time, I can't stop the reaction. It didn't hurt, but my reaction is to jerk away. The problem is Daddy doesn't let go. I can't move.
"Tyler, Doctor Daddy has to finish his exam. You can't leave yet."
"Sorry." I take a couple of deep breaths and Daddy continues. He sinks to his knees and angles my cock so the head is only acouple of inches from his face. From his lips, his tongue. I want nothing more than to thrust my hips, to have Daddy suck me off again. Instead, he keeps talking while examining every part of my body.
"You're looking really good, Tyler. Look at this precum you're leaking. That means you're healthy and your cock is working just fine. And if I press right here—" Daddy's fingers press against my taint and I watch the precum drip into Daddy's palm. "This is your perineum. This is where you can easily access your P-spot, or prostate." Daddy looks up at me through his lashes. "Do you know what your prostate does, Tyler?"
I do. I definitely do, but for the sake of this scene and because I'm impatient and want Daddy inside me, I shake my head. "I don't, Doctor Daddy."
His eyes widen but then he composes himself. He understands what I want without us having to break the scene. His finger presses harder into the space between my balls and hole. Fuck, it feels so good. His other hand wraps around the head of my cock. It's a stimulation overload, but I love it. The way he talks, so clinical and precise, while he undoes me with these simple moves is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
"If you apply the right amount of pressure, you can stimulate your prostate. It's this big bundle of nerves that can make you feel really good. If you combine that with slow strokes, you can make your orgasm build." His strokes quicken and my knees nearly buckle. One hand goes to Daddy's hair, just to steady myself. "You can go faster if you want to, but it'll be over too soon. It all depends on what you want."
"I want you, Daddy." I can hear the desperation in my own ears. He stops his movements and stands back up. He leans forward and kisses the tip of my nose.
"We're not done with your exam yet," Daddy says. He stands behind me so I can't see him. I can feel the heat from his body,the soft touch of the scrub shirt. His voice is quiet in my ear. "We still have to do the rectal exam."
His fingers find my hole with ease. I don't know how he managed to get the lube open without me hearing it, but his finger slides easily around my hole, teasing me.
"Daddy." I say the word in two very clear syllables. "I need you. Please?"
"We're almost there, baby." He lays his other hand on my shoulder and directs me to get on the bed. "Lay on your back and pull your knees to your chest, okay?"
I do as he asks, exposing myself to him. Doctor Daddy moves to stand by the mattress. He grabs my hips, pulling me so I'm right on the edge of the mattress. "Good boy, Tyler. I'm going to start slow, but you tell me if you need to stop, okay?"
I nod my head. The last thing I want to do is stop. I don't feel sick, lightheaded, or shaky. "I'm good, Daddy."
I watch him add more lube to the gloved hand. It's one of the skin-tight ones so I know that I'll be able to feel all of Daddy's fingers in me. When he presses against my hole, I sink back on to the bed.
"Eyes on me, Tyler." His voice does something to me and I nearly blow my load then and there. I know he can tell that too. I squeeze my ass around the tip of his finger. He leans over, his bare hand rubbing up and down the back of my thigh. "Don't come yet, Tyler. Doctor Daddy wants you to come on his cock, but I have to stretch you out first. Make sure that my Boy's hole is just perfect."
I swallow hard. Daddy's eyes go to my hole. He adds pressure, one finger sliding in easily. He wiggles his finger back and forth and my breath hitches in my throat. I feel the slide of his finger, his other hand spreading my cheeks farther apart. I don't hold back my moans now. Daddy shifts his body, his eyes flickingbetween my face and my ass. His forearm presses against the back of my thighs, pushing me more into the mattress.
"You're doing so good for me, Tyler. Your hole feels perfect, looks perfect. Daddy is going to add another finger, okay?"
"Yes, please. Please Daddy." I squeeze my ass around his fingers, but make myself relax. He adds more lube straight on my hole. It's cold, but I don't move.
"Fuck, baby. Look at this hole. Opening up for me so nicely." He locks eyes with me as he adds a third finger. It isn't a gloved one, though. His movements are slow. I can feel him pressing his fingers against the walls of my hole, stretching me open. "Are you ready for Doctor Daddy's cock?"
I nod my head, at a loss for actual words. My hands slip, my mind distracted from the feeling. Daddy pulls back and looks at me. "Sorry, Daddy."
"It's okay, Tyler. Do we need to tie your hands up? Daddy can do that, if you want."
My cock jumps at the thought of that. "Can you?"
Daddy smiles, his bright, genuine one. The one that shows all of his teeth. I love it. "Lay on your back and lock your fingers together."
I do as he asks and turn my head to watch him move to the closet. He discards the glove, probably out of habit and I snicker to myself over that. He hears me and looks over his shoulder, then down to the balled up glove in his hand. His laughter is less subtle than mine, but he drops it to the floor. Thankfully the door is shut so Fluff can't get to it.
I'm glad we decided to come in here instead of my room because I do not have what he's pulling out of the closet. A silk tie. "I'm going to tie your hands together. Do you want them above your head or behind your back?"
