His Physical Gets a Little Kinky (Patreon)

“Bradley?” the nurse asked as she stepped into the waiting room.

“That’s me,” Bradley said as he raised his hand.

The nurse offered a sweet smile, opened the door, and gestured for him to step through. “If I could have you slip out of your shoes and step on the scale,” she said.

Bradley kicked off his shoes, stepped on the scale, and found that he weighed just under 170 pounds, which was right where he wanted to be.

“Okay, you’ll be in exam room three,” the nurse informed him as they walked down the hallway. She opened the door, gestured for him to step inside, and walked in behind him. “You’re here for a physical?” she asked.

“That’s correct,” Bradley said.

“Any particular concerns or questions that I can note for the doctor?” the nurse asked as she looked at Bradley’s chart.

“No, just getting a checkup,” he answered. “Making sure everything is in tip top shape.”

The nurse looked up, smiled, and said, “Alright. Dr. Walker is just finishing up with a patient and should be with you in a few moments.”

“I’m sorry, Dr. Walker?” Bradley asked. “I thought I was seeing Dr. Stanton? At least that’s who I’ve always seen in the past.”

“He’s out sick this week. Dr. Walker is excellent though. You’ll love her. Our patients have been raving about her, to be honest,” the nurse said.

“Oh, okay. Great,” Bradley said.

The nurse placed his chart on the counter and said, “Alright. She’ll be with you soon.”

Bradley silently chided himself for sounding like he was panicked about having a different doctor. What did he care? It’s not like he was friends with Dr. Stanton. He came in for a physical once a year and occasionally showed up to get a prescription for a bad cold.

Dr. Walker breezed into the room a few minutes later, just as the nurse had promised. Bradley noticed the rather pleasant floral scent of her perfume before he looked up to see a surprisingly attractive woman with her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail.

“Bradley, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Dr. Walker,” she said.

Bradley waved awkwardly and said, “It’s nice to meet you too.”

“So, just a physical today?” she asked.

“Uh, yes,” Bradley said as he suddenly felt a little nervous about having someone so pretty examine his genitals.

“Alright, well if you don’t mind removing everything but your t-shirt and underwear we can get started,” she said.

Bradley stood and stripped as Dr. Walker put the ends of her stethoscope into her ears and approached.

“And if you could just have a seat and lift your shirt for me,” she said.

Bradley sat and lifted his shirt and once again caught a whiff of Dr. Walker’s perfume as she stepped closer. Her skin looked utterly flawless and her hair was a little bit shiny in a way he found surprisingly appealing.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Your heart’s beating a little fast. Nothing worrisome, but your resting pulse rate would ideally be lower,” Dr. Walker said.

“Oh, uh, no, I’m in pretty good shape. I just get a little anxious coming to the doctor is all,” he said. That wasn’t the truth but he hoped she would buy it.

The truth was, Bradley was a little bit aroused and the closer Dr. Walker got the harder his heart beat. There was something about her beauty combined with her obvious intelligence – she’d made it through medical school, after all – that he found irresistible. There was something about her general air of authority that he quite liked as well.

She stood up, studied his face for a few moments, and smiled. “Alright,” before pulling the stethoscope from her ears and hanging it around her neck.

Dr. Walker pulled a pen light from her coat pocket and said, “Look up for me,” before shining it in Bradley’s eyes. “Now look to the left. Okay, now look to the right.”

He noted that even her breath smelled good, which seemed like a minor miracle.

“Your eyes look good,” she said with a smile. “Let’s check your ears. Turn to the right.”

Bradley turned and she reached up to hold his face while taking a look in his ear. There was something about her touch that he found oddly soothing and the sense of arousal returned, much to his chagrin. Even worse, Bradley felt a little stirring between his legs that he tried his best not to think about.

“Turn to the left,” Dr. Walker said as she stepped back.

Bradley turned as instructed and again she approached and touched his face. Again he felt a surge of desire. He cursed himself for being unable to be even a little professional around someone so pretty.

“Alright, let’s test your reflexes,” she said while pulling a reflex hammer out of her coat pocket.

Dr. Walker pulled a stool over, sat, and nearly slipped off the edge of it as it kept rolling. She reached out and instinctively grabbed Bradley’s leg as he grabbed her wrist to prevent the pretty brunette M.D. from taking a spill.

“Oh, wow,” she said. “Thank you.”

Her hand remained on his knee, though Bradley assumed it was still out of instinct. She’d nearly injured herself and her brain had likely not caught up to the rest of her body.

A moment later Dr. Walker lifted her hand from his knee and said, “Sorry about that,” before adjusting the stool, sitting comfortably on it, and tapping Bradley’s knee with her reflex hammer.

He barely paid attention to the always delightful reaction as his leg kicked up without his input. Instead, Bradley was busy panicking about the near-erection that had sprouted between his legs. The doctor’s touch hadn’t been the slightest bit erotic, and yet he was most of the way to being fully hard.

“Alright, reflexes are good,” Dr. Walker said as she rolled the stool towards the counter and pulled open a drawer to grab a pair of latex gloves. “If you wouldn’t mind standing and dropping your drawers. We’ll get this part done nice and quick.”

“Uh,” Bradley said as his mind raced to come up with a reason to not have his testicles examined. “Could we…is there something else we could do instead?”

“It’s okay,” Dr. Walker said with a calm, professional look on her face. “I’ve seen everything, I promise. I did multiple rotations in an E.R. during medical school. There’s literally nothing you could show me that would be the slightest bit surprising.”

Bradley stood up and looked down at the small tent in the front of his underwear. He slipped his fingers into the waistband and pulled them down to his ankles before standing. He thought his sense of embarrassment might deflate his semi-erection, but that blessed fate didn’t come to pass. Instead, it had gotten just a little bit harder.

Dr. Walker wheeled the stool closer and Bradley was quite certain he detected a small, sly smile on her face.

“Does this cause you any trouble?” Dr. Walker asked as she examined Bradley’s testicles.

He looked down to see what she was referring to, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary. “What do you mean?” he asked.

“Your penis,” she said. “Does it cause you any trouble?”

“No,” Bradley answered, though he was thoroughly confused by the question.

“Really? Women don’t find it disappointing?” Dr. Walker asked as she continued to work his testicles with her gloved fingers.

“What?” Bradley said with an increasing sense of confusion and just a hint of embarrassment.

“Well, it’s quite small,” Dr. Walker said. “Much smaller than most I’ve seen. Much smaller than most of the flaccid penises I’ve seen, in fact, and you appear to be fully erect.”

Bradley wasn’t large. He was well aware of that fact, as he suspected all men with undersized penises were.

“I don’t understand,” he said.

Dr. Walker looked up, smiled, and wrapped her fingers around Bradley’s cock. “It’s quite simple, Bradley,” she said. “I’m asking if your small penis has given you any trouble. Have women broken up with you because of it? Have you been laughed at when you exposed yourself before a sexual encounter?”

Bradley looked around the room, though he wasn’t sure why. He still couldn’t quite wrap his head around what was unfolding. Dr. Walker had clearly crossed a professional boundary and was no longer giving him a physical. The appointment had become something else entirely.

She was also offering a slow handjob as her gloved fingers moved up and down the now fully-erect shaft of Bradley’s cock.

“I’d like an answer, Bradley. I think it’s important for your mental health that I know if you’ve suffered any humiliations as a result of your unusually small penis,” she said.

Bradley nodded.

“You have?” she asked.

“I have,” he said.

“You can’t have been surprised that your small penis disappointed someone, right?” Dr. Walker said as if it was an absolute truth. “Surely you’re not one of those guys that has convinced himself that size doesn’t matter.”

Bradley had been one of those guys. It seemed like the only choice at the time. If he believed that size mattered it would have been awfully difficult to ever ask a girl out. Of course, Dr. Walker was right, as he’d disappointed more than a few girls. Most had been polite enough to have sex with him anyway, but he’d only had a few long term relationships and his 30thbirthday was fast approaching. It was hard to believe the diminutive nature of his penis wasn’t part of that.

“No, I’m not one of those guys,” Bradley said. “Not anymore.”

Dr. Walker hadn’t stopped stroking his cock and Bradley couldn’t keep the fog of arousal at bay. The combination of her beauty, the obvious skill she possessed, and the matter of fact way in which she humiliated his cock was immensely sexy.

“A penis like yours will always be disappointing,” Dr. Walker explained. “Every woman you show it to will be disappointed. That doesn’t mean you’re cursed to being alone, of course. Lots of women don’t mind being with a poorly-endowed man and you seem like a nice guy, so I suspect you’ll find someone to accept that you likely cannot offer her pleasure via sex.”

Bradley had no response. All he could do was hope that he didn’t end up cumming on the doctor’s blouse as she continued to stroke him.

“Have you seen that disappointed look on a woman’s face when you penetrate her, Bradley?” Dr. Walker asked.

He nodded.

“You know that’s largely because you’re so small, right?” she said.

“I do,” he replied.

Dr. Walker smiled and reached up to tease his balls with her other hand and Bradley marveled at the strange, arousing turn his yearly physical had taken.

“Are you good with your mouth, Bradley?” she asked. “Do you use your tongue to make the women you date happy?”

“I do,” he said.

Dr. Walker smiled. “That’s good. That’s really the only way a man as poorly endowed as you can hope to make a woman happy. If you’re not proficient at oral sex you will end up alone, I can assure you.”

She released his cock and stood up and for a moment Bradley felt genuinely disappointed.

“Have you had a prostate exam yet, Bradley?” she asked.

“I’m a little too young for that, aren’t I?” he replied.

Dr. Walker smiled, squirted a healthy amount of lube onto her gloved fingers, and said, “It’s never too early to start. Why don’t you turn around and bend over for me. Just put your hands on the edge of the exam table.”

Bradley turned around, bent over, and placed his hands on the crinkly paper that covered the exam table.

Dr. Walker approached from behind him, pressed one of her lubed fingers against his asshole and gently worked it inside him. Much to his surprise, her other hand found its way to his still-erect cock and resumed stroking him.

“Men are so afraid of the prostate exam,” she said. “But this doesn’t feel so bad, does it?”

Bradley bit his lip to prevent a moan from escaping and Dr. Walker stroked him a little faster.

“You’re a very well-behaved patient, Bradley. I quite like that,” she commented.

“You’re a very good doctor,” he said before unleashing a series of heavy, deep breaths.

“Do you think you can take a second finger, Bradley? It would provide a more thorough prostate exam,” she said.

“Yes, I can,” he replied.

Dr. Walker slipped a second finger into his ass and pushed it deep inside him. “It’s good for someone like you to be flexible, Bradley. Men with small penises need to be willing to be open to new things or risk forever being alone. After all, if you can’t provide a woman with satisfying orgasms there’s very little chance she’s going to want to marry you. You want to get married, don’t you Bradley?”

“Yes, I do,” he said.

Dr. Walker fingered his ass and stroked his cock faster.

“Of course you do,” she said. “And of course you already know that your undersized penis is going to be a problem. You can make up for that, Bradley. Don’t be embarrassed about your penis. Embrace it. Embrace that it means you need to find different ways to pleasure your eventual wife. Embrace that compared to many men, you’re inferior, and that you need to find ways of being superior.”

“Yes, Dr. Walker,” he said as his orgasm approached. He likely would have agreed to anything in that moment.

“I’d like you to reach down and catch your cum in your hand, Bradley. I can’t have you making a mess all over my exam room,” she said.

“Of course,” he replied.

Bradley held his hand in front of his cock and closed his eyes as Dr. Walker expertly worked his asshole and his cock with her gifted hands.

“Cum for me, Bradley,” she said. “Spill your seed into your hand. Cum for your doctor.”

Bradley felt his asshole tighten before his loins exploded in pleasure. Cum shot from the tip of his cock as Dr. Walker pushed her fingers deep inside him and held them there. He felt the warm, viscous fluid pool in the palm of his hand and he nearly fell over as the pleasure made his knees wobble.

When he was finished, Dr. Walker pulled her fingers from his asshole, released his cock, and pulled off her gloves to toss them into the trash can.

“What should I do with this?” Bradley said as he held up his cum-filled hand.

“You should consume it,” Dr. Walker said.

He stared at her and then down at the puddle of thick white liquid. “What?”

“Eat your cum, Bradley. There’s nothing unhealthy about it. Do it. Pour it into your mouth and swallow,” she said.

“But I don’t want to,” he protested.

“Didn’t I say that you needed to be flexible? Didn’t I say that a man with a small penis needs to be open to new things if he hopes to find someone willing to be with him long term?” Dr. Walker said.

Bradley looked at the cum in his hand as his shoulders slumped. “Yes, you did.”

“Then eat your cum,” Dr. Walker insisted.

Bradley brought his hand to his mouth, tipped it back, and reluctantly let the cum slide onto his tongue. He licked up the rest and swallowed. For a moment Bradley thought he might vomit.

“That was very good,” Dr. Walker said with a smile before she picked up his chart. “I’d like to have you come back in a month for a follow-up. How does that sound?”

She’d mentioned nothing about any health problems, so Bradley assumed his next appointment would be of the same variety as the first. “That sounds great,” he said. The orgasm had been too good. He couldn’t turn down a chance at another.

“Very good. I’ll step out and you can get dressed. Make sure to see the receptionist to find a time for your follow-up,” Dr. Walker said with a cheerful smile.

“Thank you, Dr. Walker.”

“It was my pleasure,” she replied before walking out.

Bradley couldn’t believe what had just transpired, and yet he already wanted more. He was definitely making that follow-up appointment.