I knew there was more to that statement than the words Danny had said. It should have been a red flag that he was falling this hard and fast, but I wasn’t any better. He’d had me wrapped around his little finger since the first time I’d seen him behind the bar. There had been a constant sadness in his eyes, and I was a sucker for hurting boys. I wanted to be the one who put them back together and made them smile.
That was the entire reason I eventually stepped back from the scene for a while. When it was my own heart that needed mending, I’d worked even harder to find the boys other Dom’s considered lost causes. Focusing on healing their pain meant I didn’t have to work on my own.
Would Danny be the same? Would I help him realize his worth, only to have him walk out of my life when he wanted to explore his independence?
I didn’t think so. It was unfair to compare him to anyone in the past. This was a boy who thrived on taking care of people but also needed to know there was someone who would nurture him.
I wanted that someone to be me.
Without letting go of Danny, I stood and turned toward the back rooms. I’d called ahead while Danny was still sleeping this morning to ask Sam to get certain things set up. The lights were turned low in the hall and there was soft instrumental music playing. He’d even set up two chairs with a small table in between with some magazines. Not that Danny would be able to do some reading while I set up since I intended to keep him blindfolded until I was ready for him.
“I need to get everything set up,” I explained. The club was set up with everything a Dom with a med fet could want, but I preferred using my own implements. It made things feel a bit more personal for me. And with Danny,everythingwas personal. “Sit here and I’ll call for you when I’m ready.”
“Yes, Sir.” The words fell from his lips effortlessly. I cupped his cheek as I helped him into the seat, bending down to sip one more taste of his sweet lips.
My initial infatuation hadn’t been able to imagine this level of ingrained submission. He kept his head tipped back, waiting for a deeper, more passionate kiss. That wasn’t going to happen. He’d have to wait untilIdecided it was time for more kisses. It was going to kill me to wait, but my resolve was quickly fracturing.
“Good boy,” I praised him before hitching my bag higher on my shoulder and opening the door to the exam room.
My heart lurched as I took in the familiar surroundings. I’d been in this room dozens of times, but when I was assisting other couples in their fantasies, it was easy to keep myself removed from the scene. I was, for lack of a better word, clinical. I had a role to play, and once I’d done my part, I left them to finish whatever scenario they’d dreamed up.
Tonight, I was preparing my boy for what I hoped was the first in a lifetime of check-ups.
I set my bag on the counter, carefully pulling out and lining up my implements. This was a luxury I didn’t get when playing with others. Most of the time, we came back here and used whatever had already been set out by the staff who cleaned and prepared the rooms.
My cock was hard as steel as I filled the lube applicator. It was such a simple tool, but there was something about injecting my boy with lube so his passage was ready for what I wanted to do to him. The speculum was still new and in its original packaging. Very few boys were up for this level of play, but Danny was mine, and I had no doubt he’d be able to take it.
After everything was neatly lined up on the procedure tray, I closed my eyes and centered myself. Even though I’d been through hundreds of scenarios like this in the past, today the stakes felt higher. I unbuttoned and rolled up my sleeves. My shirt clung to my back, an unfortunate result from wearing a hoodie over my professional-looking attire to keep Danny from asking too many questions.
Danny was waiting so patiently when I opened the door. “Are you ready for your check up, Danny?”
“Yes, Doctor B,” he responded as I’d instructed him before leaving him to wait.
He sucked in a sharp breath when I removed his blindfold. He blinked a few times, allowing his eyes to adjust to the light. I reached up and pressed my thumb against his chin when he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth.
“We wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself, would we?” I admonished him.
“No, Doctor.” I swore I could feel his gaze searing every inch of my body as he took in the pressed button-down with tie and crisp dress slacks.
“Good boy,” I praised him. I pressed my hand to the small of his back and led him into the exam room. “Why don’t you jump up on the table and tell me what brought you in today.”
This part was unscripted. I didn’t want him feeling as if we were producing a cheesy porn, and I was curious to see if role playing was something that came naturally to him. The paper rustled under his ass as he scooted around trying to get comfortable.
“I’m in a new relationship,” Danny explained. The tips of his ears burned bright and he struggled to maintain eye contact. He wrapped his arms around his waist, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. The heels of his shoes clanged against the metal table. The longer I waited for him to continue, the more nervous he became.
The way he was able to sink into his role and talk to me as if I was nothing more than a professional contact was a turn on. It meant we were going to have fun exploring all the rooms at DeSires in the future. “It was only supposed to be one night, and not really even that, but it was the best sex of my life. But since then, he hasn’t been willing to fuck me. I showed him my test results so he could see I’m negative for everything, but he’s still making me wait. I’m hoping that if I take him a note from you, saying I’m a good boy and everything’s in working order, that he’ll finally have sex with me.”
There was no way he could have missed the tenting in the front of my slacks. Hearing him talk about how he wanted to prove to me that he was fit to have sex warmed something deep inside, even if it was a fictional scenario. I couldfeelthe sincerity in his words.
“Well then, let’s get started.” I pulled out a pair of gloves, making a show of pulling them on. “Your Sir is a very lucky man. A lot of boys wouldn’t take the initiative to come and see me on their own. You’re a brave boy.”
“Thank you, Doctor.” Danny’s lips parted slightly as his breathing shallowed. He sat up straighter, squaring his shoulders, exuding confidence I was sure he didn’t feel right then. The slight tremor in his hand and the way he swallowed repeatedly betrayed his underlying anxiety.
It had been a hell of a long time since I’d felt this level of connection to a man sitting in front of me, waiting for his “exam.” My gaze traveled the length of Danny’s body, trying to decide where I wanted to start.
Pretend he’s any other boy in front of you.
I stepped between Danny’s legs, slipping my hands under the hem of his shirt. No, it wasn’t normal for a doctor to undress his patient, but there were plenty of other things he’d experience today that deviated from real life. Danny hissed when I rolled one nipple between my fingers, giving it a gentle tug. “You’re definitely responsive here. Does your partner give these pretty nipples enough attention?”
