“No, and I think you’re stalling again. Are you sure it’s not you who needs to slow down?” I snark and his snort turns into a full laugh.
“Okay, no more stalling. Let’s get the show on the road.”
“Let’s,” I agree, smirking while trying not to stiffen when he wipes my cock with a cold cloth.
He then proceeds to grab both metal sticks, his gaze bouncing between them and my cock. After observing both closely, he sets the smaller one down, and when the metal tip touches my skin, my cock chubs up.
“This will go better with you flaccid. It helps to close your eyes and think of the worst thing you’ve ever seen or a phobia of yours.”
Eyes shut, I picture a giant red and black snake slithering my way. Not only does my erection go away but my skin is crawling. I shimmy from side to side as if to shake something off me, and Sam brings me back to where I am by pressing a metal rod to my tip.
“I need you to hold still. Accidentally puncturing your urethra is the last thing I want to do.”
“I’m sss-sorry,” I slur.
“That’s okay. It’s easy to get lost in our heads sometimes, but I want you here for the rest of what I do.”
Lube covers my whole head and drips off the metal spreading my piss hole open. I wince, wanting to say stop but also not wanting to be a bad patient. Good patients do what they’re told, and my job is to lie still while he finishes curing me of my pain. Sometimes it hurts worse before it feels better.
I shut my eyes, pressing my back to the table, and he twists the . . . I’m not sure of the exact name of it until he says, “In case you’re wondering, this is a sound. Also known as a dilator. It’s used to open up the urethra and check for obstructions. I realized now I should have told you that before getting started, but I was so wrapped up in making you better.”
He twists it some more, pushing it deeper, and I can feel sweat breaking out over my forehead. The pressure I felt from before grows into something else. I feel fuller, and he’s right about my discomfort growing.
I squirm and twitch as he retracts it a little before pushing it back down. He’s moving slowly with exact precision, his tongue sticking from the corner of his mouth.
“It’s important I take my time and move in the right direction. I’m not here to make things worse for you.”
“I know,” I say between clenched teeth, and I claw at the thin white paper beneath me. Some bunches between my fingers and saliva fills my mouth when he jabs it faster inside me. “Feeling better yet?”
“It’s . . . it feels the same.” The metal clings to the inner walls of my dick, feeling like it’s rubbing me everywhere at once.
He tilts his head, concern tugging his brow lower, and then a zinging sensation shoots up inside me when the sound is eased closer to my prostate. The smooth tip teases around it and then it’s like shockwaves of pleasure are zipping through my body like a freight train.
The feeling of needing to come only grows, and it’s so strong I whimper like a needy cat going into heat, the heels of my feet bouncing in the air as they hang off the table.
My prostate is brushed over and then it’s hit again. The narrowed object lifts away before hitting my sweet spot. It grinds and I accidentally arch my hips, going against his instructions to stay still. My body moves without my consent and I’ve lost control of everything. My vision, my hearing and of all my limbs.
“Oh . . . oh . . .”
“I need you to do something for me, sweetheart. You think you can?”
“I . . . I can try.”
“I know you can do better than that,” he says, his voice smooth and controlled.
“I can.” His encouragement is all I need to open my eyes and rest, holding my cock as he places my fingers around it.
“Keep it still and use your other hand to hold the pole.”
“What . . . what are you going to do next? Something else to help the process?”
“Yes.” He unzips his pants and my eyes widen at his cock springing free from his underwear. He’s pierced. Of course he is. The small piece of jewelry gleams as it’s covered in precum. He’s so big and uncut, his cock head bulging as his fingers wrap around his base. He squeezes and tugs at himself, adding some lube. He lifts my legs, almost causing me to lose control of my motor skills again. My knees are pushed toward my chest, and a wet finger circles my hole.
A guttural moan rips through him as he darts it in and out of me, and I grip my cock harder, with my fingers loose around the sound.
His fat head replaces his finger, circling my rim as he lifts my ass higher. “You’re doing so well. We’re so close to making you better. Can you feel it?”
He thrusts his hips forward, pushing past my tight ring of muscles before pulling back.
