Early Access - Max Embarrassment (Patreon)

Hello lovely patrons. It's my pleasure to present to you all a one-shot story I recently wrote to take a break from Kingswood. I'm not going to pretend it's the most original story ever, but it's a fun one that I hope you get some one-handed enjoyment from!

It's being made available here on Patreon two weeks before it gets posted anywhere else.

Max Embarrassment

As Max handed over the small packet, he took the cash and slipped it into his pocket. He could feel his heart ready to burst through his chest it was pounding so hard. This was only his second deal, and he still expected the police to suddenly jump out at any moment, but as his customer, a man in his late 30s, hurried away and disappeared around the corner the authorities remained thankfully absent.

Just as Max turned to head the other way, back to his car, a light suddenly came on. He froze for a second, unsure whether the light was because of him or merely coincidence.

“Hey!” a man suddenly said from a doorway.

The building should have been empty, so late at night. That was why Max chose it to meet his customers. It was his local GP, and they were only open the standard Monday to Friday, nine to five.

Just as Max turned to run, he heard the voice say, “Maxwell Rutherford. I know it’s you!”

This was it. The police really had got him. His life was over, his father would kill him for this. Max had always been the sort to get into trouble. It was why he had bounced from school to school and had only just made it to the final term of the only school left in the area that would accept him. A conviction for drug dealing? Even without possible jail time, he would absolutely be expelled from school disinherited by his father.

As much as fear had gripped him in that moment, past experience kicked in and, knowing he had been identified, switched over to damage control rather than escape. He raised his hands above his head and called out, “I’m not armed!”

“Good. Neither am I!” the mysterious voice said as a man stepped out into the light.

“D… Doctor Farley!” Max stuttered in surprise.

“Evening Max, having a productive night, are we?” Dr Farley asked with a wry grin.

“I was… out for a walk,” Max lied, thinking on his feet. “I just came round here because I…”

“I know why you came round here, Max!” the doctor said.

Max gulped nervously. The repeated use of his name was a constant reminder that the man knew who he was. After all, he had been their family’s doctor since they moved into the area twelve years ago. Max had only been six at the time.

“I know what you were doing, and I even have it on video, Max,” Dr Farley said flatly. “And based on past experience, it is ABSOLUTELY sufficient evidence for a conviction in court!”

“No, please!” Max pleaded, stepping forward. “I… it was… I… erm… it was my first time… and… and…” the eighteen-year-old stuttered, clearly terrified.

“Save the lies, Max!” the man said firmly. “I know you’re no hardened dealer, but I also know this WASN’T your first time. I also know exactly how much trouble you’d be in if you got caught doing something so mind-numbingly stupid!”

“I know,” Max said sullenly.

“Right, come in. We need to talk!” Dr Farley said. He reached back inside the door and hit a light switch, illuminating the corridor inside as he gestured for Max to walk in.

Max complied, keeping his gaze on the ground as he sheepishly walked past the man.

Dr Farley followed in and locked the door behind him, then gestured to one of the many doors from the wide corridor and instructed, “In there!”

Max walked into the dark room, then flinched as Dr Farley turned the lights on. He found himself looking at two small armchairs, which the doctor gestured to, so he sat down nervously in one of them.

“Now Max,” Dr Farley said as he sat in the other. “We both know you’re exceptionally well provided for, so I’m entirely certain you’re not dealing drugs for the money, so would care to explain?”

Max just shrugged, remaining silent. Part of his ‘damage control’ technique was to not say anything incriminating, and right now almost anything he said would doubtlessly make things worse.

“Okay Max, I brought you in here because I want to help, but if you don’t want it, then I guess I’ll just have to let someone else deal with this!” Dr Farley said, matter-of-factly.

“No, please don’t call the police!” Max suddenly begged, eyes widening.

“I was actually thinking I should just tell your parents and let them decide what to do about it!” Dr Farley said, raising an eyebrow.

“NO!” Max yelped. “I’d rather deal with the police!”

“Or you could deal with me!” Dr Farley offered. He stared at Max in silence for several moments.

“I dunno, I just… thought it’d be exciting!” Max said with a shrug as he broke eye contact.

“Mmm-huh,” Dr Farley hummed thoughtfully.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” Max said meekly.

“So, here’s the deal, Max. I won’t tell anyone what you’ve done, and I won’t show anyone the evidence on three conditions!” Dr Farley offered.

“Anything, just name it!” Max blurted out, finally seeing a glimmer of hope.

“First, you stop dealing. Tonight was your last deal. Any drugs that remain in your possession will be handed over to me to be destroyed!” Dr Farley insisted.

“Okay, no problem,” Max nodded. Being caught had already taken the lustre off the experience anyway, so this was no real hardship.

“Second, you will cease taking any drugs yourself, and allow yourself to be drug tested as often as I deem necessary!” Dr Farley instructed.

Max winced and started, “I don’t… take…”

“Don’t lie to me Max. Lying REALLY pisses me off!” Dr Farley barked angrily.

“Sorry,” Max said, shrinking into himself a little. “I’ll… stop!”

“Lying or taking drugs?” Dr Farley asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Both!” Max replied. While slightly more annoying than the first demand, drugs were fun for Max but certainly not an addiction, so it was achievable.

“Very good,” Dr Farley said with a nod.

“How long will you be… testing me?” Max asked, nervous of the unspecified timings.

“Until I feel it is appropriate to stop. I’m sure you’re aware there is no statute of limitations on drug dealing!” Dr Farley said, just to scare the boy. As he got an obedient nod back, he continued, “And finally, you will participate in a medical trial I am undertaking!”

“What kind of trial?” Max demanded, recoiling slightly. “There’s no, like… injections are there? I… I don’t like needles!”

“Huh, ironic!” Dr Farley smirked. As he got a curious look from the teen, he shook his head and said, “Never mind. But no. No injections, no drugs, just a couple of examinations and some observation!”

Max frowned nervously as he started, “What kind of…”

“I’m not going to discuss this all night, Max. Either you’re in, or I’m passing this problem on to your father and the police!”

“Okay, okay, chill, I’m in!” Max said defensively.

“Good, glad to hear it!” Dr Farley said with a broad smile. “Be back here tomorrow at 1 pm. DON’T be late!”

“But it’s Saturday!” Max replied, frowning.

“Oh, sorry, are you busy?” Dr Farley asked sarcastically.

“No,” Max frowned. “I just meant… you’re not open at the weekends!”

“Not usually, but I often undertake… extra activities, such as the trial!” Dr Farley explained. “So, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow!” He stood up again and headed for the door. As Max followed him out to the exit, he held it open to let the boy leave, but as he got outside, said quietly, “And Max…” He paused to let the teen look back at him before he finished, “Let this be a wake-up call to you. I know you’re on your last chance in a lot of ways. You’re not a stupid boy, so stop acting like it, okay!”

“Yes Dr Farley,” Max said timidly before hurrying off home.

*****

Having spent the quick journey home, the rest of the night and all of the following morning convinced Dr Farley would go back on his word and turn him in, Max was a little relieved when nothing else seemed to happen. That relief soon turned to dread, though, as 12 o’clock rolled round and he realised he needed to get ready to go out.

He showered thoroughly, doused himself in his usual body spray and cologne then got dressed in a pale blue polo shirt and skinny jeans with a pair of his favourite briefs beneath. As he looked himself up and down in the mirror, he couldn’t help smiling. He liked what he saw, and with good reason. Standing just under six foot, he had a slender build that made him look thoroughly twink-like… until he casually slid his hand up inside the polo shirt to reveal his abs. Beneath the twinky surface, Max was ripped, one of the perks of a full home gym, personal trainer, and cooking staff. His sweet smile, along with his piercing hazel eyes, floppy golden-brown hair and high cheek bones made him look a little younger than his actual age while also giving a very much unearned air of innocence.

Max knew he was hot and used it to his advantage at every opportunity. He was willing to turn the charm on with anyone – men, women, gay, straight, young, old – he would flirt or smooth-talk his way out of most things, which was why he felt so shitty about the previous night. He had been so blindsided by being caught out, and so scared of the consequences of it that his natural charm and wit hadn’t even been able to kick in to get him out of it. He had just crumbled under the doctor’s withering gaze. He was determined that would not happen again.

Sure, he had agreed to take part in this ridiculous trial, but he just had to get through it, and he would be off the hook. Just because he had to take part, that didn’t mean he had to like it, and he intended to make his disdain known at every opportunity.

He found himself ready long before he needed to be. The GP surgery was only a five-minute drive away and he didn’t intend to be there any longer than he had to be, so he sat and waited, casually scrolling through mindless drivel on his phone. Despite his confidence, or was it cockiness, he could feel nervousness growing within him, and he ended up looking at the clock as often as the actual videos and posts on his feed. He eventually conceded and headed out to his car at quarter to one, and a short drive later reached the car park of Dr Farley’s office. Aside from his own, there were only 3 cars parked.

Max considered waiting until the last moment to go in, but again his nervousness drove him on, and he headed for the door. As he pushed it, it appeared to be locked. Frowning, he glanced round and saw a buzzer, which he pushed, holding just a second longer than he needed to.

“Hello, can I help you?” a young male voice came through the speaker.

“I’m here for… for the trial,” Max said, blushing though he wasn’t sure why.

“Name?” the voice enquired.

“Max!” Max replied, then realised they may need more and added, “Maxwell Rutherford!”

“You’re early. Wait there!” came back over the speaker, then silence.

Max found the response inordinately irritating. He wished he really had just waited in his car, at least that way he was in control of it. Now he just had to stand there, waiting, like a fucking idiot.

At one minute before one o’clock, there was a buzz and a click from the door, followed by an instruction from the speaker of, “Come in, Max!”

Max pushed the door and walked inside, heading through the small entryway and into the surgery’s waiting area. At the reception desk was a young man, barely older than Max, and apparently the source of the voice. “The doctor will be with you in just a moment,” the young man said, before giving a politely forced smile.

“Can you… tell me what this trial is?” Max asked nervously.

The young man at the desk looked at him for a moment, raised an eyebrow then silently returned to working on his laptop.

Max was seething at the lack of response and had Dr Farley not appeared from a doorway nearby, he might have lashed out verbally at the impolite receptionist.

“Max, I wasn’t sure you’d be coming!” Dr Farley said with a slight nod.

The receptionist let out a slight laugh at the comment but forced a straight face as Max glared his way.

“Okay, come with me,” Dr Farley said, standing aside to let Max walk past him. “Down there, examination room one!” he instructed.

Max walked along and stepped inside. He faltered for a moment as he saw another man standing there, dressed in scrubs. He looked to be in his early thirties, as slender as Max but seemingly without the concealed muscle. His black hair was stylishly messy, his gentle brown eyes framed by black-rimmed glasses and his jaw lined with a neatly trimmed beard.

“Max, this is Jamie, my nurse, he’ll be assisting me today. He is… aware of our arrangement, so you will listen to him and offer him the same respect I would expect you to give myself. Is that understood?” Dr Farley asked.

Max nodded. Another person knew what he had done! Another person who could get him in life-destroying trouble. How could Dr Farley do this? Who was this guy? Could he be trusted?

“When I ask a question, you answer it, Max. Use your words!” Dr Farley said firmly.

Max blushed at being admonished in front of the nurse. Somehow, his confidence and bravado had melted away in the doctor’s presence. “Sorry Dr Farley. And yes, I understand,” Max replied compliantly.

“Very well. Please come and sign these!” Dr Farley instructed, pointing to a small stack of papers.

“What are they?” Max asked with a gulp.

“Consent forms to take part today. Just a formality, I assure you!” the doctor insisted.

Max wanted to question it. His father always said never to sign anything without reading it, but it was because of his father that he was afraid to anger the doctor, so he simply signed each page that was placed in front of him.

Putting the signed papers aside, Dr Farley instructed, “Now if you could undress down to your underwear so Jamie can get started,” as he sat down at his desk.

“What?!” Max exclaimed. “Undress? I… I didn’t…”

Dr Farley let out a deep sigh which silence the teen immediately, even before he turned his stern stare upon him. He paced across the room and stood in front of Max as he said, “I’m going to say this once, and once only, Max. As long as you are here, you will obey instructions you are given WITHOUT resistance, and you will answer any questions we asked WITHOUT hesitation or deceit. If we have to repeat ourselves so much as ONCE, we end the session, and your drug dealing becomes a matter for the police. Do I make myself clear?”

Max wanted to be mad, to hate the man for daring to speak to him in that way, in that tone, but again the fear gripped him, and it felt like half of his personality just melted away. All that was left was the timid teen, scared into obedience as he squeaked, “Yes sir!”

Dr Farley stared a for a moment before he started walking away. Halfway to his desk, he turned to look at Max and raised an eyebrow.

That was all the prompting Max needed as he immediately reached down to start undoing his jeans. As he leant down to peel them off his legs, he felt himself blushing as he realised he was pointing his briefs-clad rear directly at the nurse. He quickly changed position, squatting down to try and conceal himself as he tried to get his feet free of the clothing, before realising he would need to remove his trainers to do so. He fell back onto his butt and wrestled the clothed off before standing back up, now wearing just the underwear and polo shirt.

It was a such a bizarre feeling to be so awkward about undressing. Max knew he looked good. He even liked showing off his body, enjoying the jealous stared of his less-attractive classmates in the locker room at school, or enjoying the double takes he would get from strangers when he ventured out shirtless on hot days. Yet now, in this room with just two other people, it felt utterly humiliating to be exposing himself. He reached down and pulled the shirt up and over his head, running a hand through his hair to tidy it up before tossing the garment to the small pile at his side.

“Okay, over here,” Jamie instructed, his face utterly indifferent to the near-naked teen blushing before him.

Max was cursing his choice of underwear. He liked the ones he had put on as they really helped accentuate his bulge, which would also have been a source of his own amusement in most circumstances, but now he felt like he was on show in all the wrong ways. He moved over as instructed as Jamie made him stand against the wall to measure his height, followed by scales to record his weight, tapping away on a tablet as he got the figures.

“Right, now I just need to take some other measurements,” Jamie said as he pulled a tape measure out of a pocket in his scrubs.

Max let out a gentle groan but complied as Jamie started measuring him up. He wasn’t sure what was worse – having every inch of his body recorded and documented, or the slight almost-deliberate touches that came with each spot the nurse checked. The worst had been when his in-seam was measured, as he felt the firm yet soft hand press up against his taint, mere centimetres from the bulge of his balls and cock. Had it been different circumstances, Max might actually have enjoyed the attractive nurse’s touches, but the sheer humiliation of the moment kept his dick thankfully flaccid.

“I’m all done, doctor,” Jamie said politely as he rolled up the tape measure. “He’s a nine!”

“Nine? Nine what?” Max asked, unsure what that meant. Was it good? Was it bad? What were they checking for?

“You don’t need to know that!” Dr Farley said as he looked up from his desk. “Feel free to take a seat. I’ll be examining you shortly, but first we have a few questions to go through.” he said, pointing to the examination table. “I remind you once again about my feelings on LYING!” he added for good measure.

Max nodded and took a seat on the end of the table.

“It’s okay, sit back, relax,” Dr Farley said, waiting as Max reluctantly slid back to lay on the table properly.

Max briefly cupped his hands over his crotch, but it somehow felt more embarrassing to be hiding his it than allowing it to be on show, so he let his hands drop to his sides. He looked down and once again found himself in the weird dichotomy of liking what he saw while hating that it could be seen.

“Let’s start with the obvious one. Any medical issues we need to be aware of that I won’t already have on your medical history?” the doctor asked.

“Erm, none I can think of,” Max answered, slightly frustrated that the questions had been saved for AFTER he was undressed. This struck him as the sort of conversation they could have easily had without him being on show.

“Mmm-huh,” the doctor hummed as Jamie noted the answer on his tablet. “How much alcohol do you consume in an average week?”

Max went to deny it, out of sheer habit, but stopped himself just short of lying to the doctor. “A few drinks, maybe two or three times a week!” he answered.

“How many’s ‘a few drinks’? What are you drinking and how much?” Dr Farley demanded.

Max shrugged and said, “Beer a couple of times a week, maybe three or four pints!” He blushed a little as he added, “And… cocktails… maybe once a week!” He wasn’t sure why the answer bothered him so much, though his cheeks reddened more as Dr Farley continued to stare expectantly as he said, “I like… appletinis!”

“Now now, no need to be embarrassed with any of these answers, Max. We’re professionals and I assure you anything you have to say, we’ve heard before!” Dr Farley explained.

“And I like an appletini now and then myself,” Jamie added, giving the young man a playful wink as he looked round.

“Anyway, next up, do you smoke, if so, how much?” Dr Farley questioned.

“If you mean cigarettes, no,” Max replied, “But I vape most days!”

“Mmm-huh, and recreational drugs?” the doctor asked, an eyebrow raising once again.

“Erm…” Max hummed. Denial was such a default position for him that answering openly just felt wrong, but he knew he couldn’t lie to the man. “I… tried coke once a couple of months back but didn’t really like it, so just weed!” As he felt eyes continuing to bore into him, he realised he needed to elaborate and said, “Probably four or five times a week!”

“Okay, now are you sexually active?” Dr Farley asked, as casually as he would ask the time.

“That, erm… depends on… erm…” Max stuttered, blushing as he looked briefly at Jamie then back to the doctor.

“We’ll have to break it down then and really go into detail,” Dr Farley explained. “Starting simple, are you capable of ejaculation?”

“Yes, of course, I’m eighteen!” Max replied, offended by any suggestion otherwise.

Dr Farley nodded as he asked, “And do you masturbate?”

Max thought he had been blushing before, but being asked something so personal, in such an impersonally direct way, felt mortifying. “Yes,” he replied quietly.

“How often?” Dr Farley continued.

“Erm… now and then,” Max said evasively. He felt the man glaring at him, so he let out a gentle whimper and said, “Every day!” The staring continued, until Max sighed and said, “Two or three times a day, sometimes more!” He had never told anyone that, not that he ever talked about masturbation anyway, but in this single conversation the number of people who knew his masturbatory habits had tripled.

“And when you masturbate, do you watch pornographic material?” Dr Farley went on.

“Usually, yeah!” Max said, hoping not to have to go into detail.

Dr Farley smirked slightly at the obvious attempt at evasion as he asked, “What sort of content?”

“All sorts,” Max said, still reluctant.

“Oh, well if you can’t give specifics, I may have to list every fetish and kink and ask you to confirm whether they apply!” Dr Farley threatened.

“No!” Max insisted. “It’s… mostly amateur stuff, ya know, solo things. Erm, maybe some one-on-one stuff too, occasionally a bit of… bondage and sometimes…” he paused, finding new shades of red to turn as he mumbled, “Medical stuff!”

“That was ‘medical stuff’, in case you missed it, doctor!” Jamie called out loudly, making Max flinch.

“Mmm-huh, and the content you watch, is it mostly females, males, or a mix of both?” Dr Farley asked, still sounding largely indifferent to the whole thing.

Max squirmed a little. Talking about masturbating and his choice in porn was humiliating but was having the inevitable (and unwanted) effect of making his dick begin to swell. He glanced down at the slightly enlarged bulge and mentally admonished himself, telling it to stop before he replied, “B… both!”

“So how would you describe your sexuality?” Dr Farley enquired.

Max shrugged and said, “I’m not sure!” It was actually an honest answer, but knowing he would be expected to give more he said, “Probably bi, but… I really… don’t know for sure!”

“That’s fine!” Dr Farley reassured him. “Now, have you engaged in sexual activity with others?”

Max closed his eyes. Talking about pleasuring himself had been bad enough but going into what else he had done was almost nauseating. He knew he could leave things out, or just outright lie, but the doctor’s gaze felt like it would see right through any deceit. “I… had a friend that I used to… jerk off with,” Max said timidly, “Until he moved away! Erm, then… another guy who… blew me in the showers at school and a… a girl who let me finger her a few times!” Thinking about his sexual ‘conquests’, meagre as they were, only served to increase Max’s arousal, his cock now snaking up towards his left hip, thankfully still contained within his briefs, but only just as he reached full hardness.

“You appear to be aroused, Max,” Dr Farley observed. “Am I to assume that is related to your…” he paused to look at the notes, “… medical fetish? Or is there something else we should be aware of?”

“No, I don’t have a…” Max went to argue, but stopped, shaking his head as he replied, “It’s just… one of those times!”

“If you say so!” Jamie smirked, getting a stern look from the doctor.

“They’re all our questions for now,” Dr Farley said, standing up to approach the examination table. “I’ll be examining you now,” he advised as he started to pull on a pair of latex gloves. “No latex allergy, I assume?”

“Not that I know of,” Max replied, watching the man’s hands rather than his face.

The examination soon got underway as Max did his best to look unbothered by the man’s touches, taps, pokes, and prods. It felt like every inch of him from his head down to his waist had been probed and checked. All the while, Max’s erection remained firmly in place. Much to his dismay, he could feel a little wetness at the tip, though a look down showed it had thankfully not soaked through the material yet.

Max suddenly stared in horror as the doctor slipped his fingers down into the waistband of the underwear. Staring down, he could see the neat patch of pubes as the material pulled up to accommodate the man’s hand. He felt fingers pressing on his pubis as he began to pant and gulp. Dr Farley’s was virtually touching his penis… his fully erect penis! Max breathed a sigh of relief as the hand pulled out, though the feeling did not last long.

“Okay, if we could remove these please!” Dr Farley instructed, gesturing to the briefs.

“But… I’ll be naked!” Max exclaimed. Aside from the fact it was such a stupid thing to say, he realised it probably sounded a little like hesitation and felt panic grip at him, urging him on to grab the briefs and start sliding them down. He let out a slight moan as his pubes came into view again, neatly trimmed, followed by the base of his boner. The shaft and head remained caught up in the underwear as it slowly slid down, until he had finally pushed it far enough for the boner to spring free and slap against his stomach, leaving a small wet patch as a humiliating indicator of the length of his cock.

As Max kicked off his underwear, watching as Jamie took them and added them to the pile of discarded clothes, he felt a churning in his stomach. He was naked! He was naked and hard! He was naked and hard in front of two men! Much like the rest of his body, his dick was something else Max was proud of. He knew it wasn’t the longest dick in the world, at seven inches (one of the only measurements British boys actually used imperial units for), but he knew it was very comfortably above average. It was thick too, his fingers not even able to meet when he grasped hold of it for his tri-daily masturbation. And yet, despite looking immensely good, he felt embarrassed to be on show.

Dr Farley seemed unfazed by the naked teen as he shameless took hold of the straining prick and squeezed up and down it several times before retracting the foreskin and pushing it back.

Max let out an involuntary moan at the slight stroking, which intensified as the doctor repeated the gesture a few more times. He could see Jamie off to his side, taking down regular notes. He let out another moan as the man’s hands grasped gently at his balls, which hung down heavily beneath the rigid tool. He rolled them between his fingers, being firm but gentle until he finally seemed satisfied and released them.

“Okay, you seem to be in excellent condition!” Dr Farley observed. “But we ARE going to need a sperm sample from you!”

“You… erm… you… what?” Max stuttered. It hardly came as a surprise yet was still surprising.

Dr Farley smiled. “Relax, we’re not going to stand here and watch you masturbate,” he reassured the boy, “Although to ensure the validity of the study, we DO need to verify the source of any samples, so we will need to witness the ejaculation itself!”

Oh… kay,” Max said, unsure what that meant.

“We’ll step outside for a while to allow you to… pleasure yourself, but do NOT ejaculate until we return. In order to minimise your OBVIOUS embarrassment, I would recommend getting as close as you can to release, so that we can simply observe the final moment when we return. Do you understand?” Dr Farley asked.

“Yeah,” Max replied, relieved at the slight reprieve but still not revelling the idea of being seen cumming!

“Okay, come along, Jamie, let’s give Max some privacy!” Dr Farley instructed as he led the nurse out of the room.

Max stared at the door for a moment, in case they just walked back in, but he seemed to be alone. He looked down and scowled at his dick and muttered, “Thanks for that!” He huffed and took hold as he started stroking. He realised the doctor hadn’t said exactly how long he would be, so taking into consideration the advice he had been given, to be as close as possible to ejaculation and minimise ‘viewing time’, he stroked quickly.

“Oh fuck!” he grunted as he felt the firmness of his dick. He wasn’t just hard; he was absolutely rock fucking solid. He did allow himself a moment to wonder if he maybe DID have a medical fetish. Or maybe it was just because of Jamie, who was undeniably cute, or Dr Farley who… Max was beginning to see in a new way.

Dr Farley had been a newly qualified doctor just starting up his practice when Max and his family came to the area. Now, twelve years on, Dr Farley was pushing 40. Max didn’t particularly have a thing for older people. He tended to like girls around his own age and guys maybe just a little older, but only a year or two at most. Yet now, Dr Farley, who had just touched every inch of his body and virtually jerked him off was beginning to get more appealing. He was a well-built man, standing on inch or two shorter than Max, but substantially broader, with beefy arms that stretched at the sleeves of his shirts and trunkline legs that filled out his slacks pleasantly, especially round the back with his plump, pert buttocks. Max also tended to like his guys smooth, but as the doctor had stood leaning over him for the examination, he couldn’t help noticing (and appreciating) the dark hair on his forearms and the slight tuft visible in the V of his shirt.

Thinking about the attractive doctor/nurse combo easily made up for the fact Max didn’t have porn to watch, picturing the two naked, imagining them in his position, fully exposed and ready to be touched. He released his dick, panting heavily as he realised he had been about to cum, clenching every muscle he could find tightly to hold it back. Now would have been a perfect time for them to come back in, but the door stayed firmly closed.

As Max slowly slid back from the edge, he took hold and started stroking again, eyes still fixed on the door whenever they weren’t closed to let him fantasise about the two men.

Again, he hit the edge and had to stop, panting heavily. He wanted to cum so badly, but he didn’t dare to disobey the doctor, so he waited once more before stroking again.

On and on it went, hitting the edge, colling off, hitting the edge, cooling off. Max had lost count of the number of edges as he glanced at the clock. He wasn’t even sure what time they had gone out, so he had no idea how long he had been going at it. All he knew was he was needing less and less time to hit the edge each time.

When he finally reached the point where even the slightest touch had his cock throbbing and dribbling up precum, he stopped completely. He knew he just couldn’t carry on without cumming, and he also had a feeling he might have been forgotten about by Jamie and Dr Farley.

As he caught his breath and watched his dick slowly deflate, the door finally reopened, and the two men walked in. “Oh, did you… not understand the instruction?” Dr Farley asked as he saw the plump but flaccid cock hanging down, able to see straight between Max’s legs from the doorway.

“No, I was ready, but… but you were so long,” Max complained.

Dr Farley huffed as he shook his head. “Look Max, if you really need to get off by having us stand and watch you, we can, but…”

“No!” Max insisted. “I… I can do it. I’ll… get close again, I promise. Just… give me a bit longer!”

“Fine, but no more messing us about. We DO have other patients to see!” Dr Farley admonished the boy.

Max wanted to argue but let the man go peacefully, just wanting it to be over with. He took hold and started stroking once again. Soon enough (in fact, sooner than even Max expected) he was on the edge again. He stopped, frustrated with the timing, or lack of it, and let himself cool off. He was soon back into the same cycle of edging and stopping, desperately willing the door to open.

Finally, the door swung open, but just as Max was about to declare his relief, his eyes opened wide. He found himself staring at a total stranger… who was staring back at him just as shocked. It was a young man in his late twenties, standing there with the door wide open.

“Oh my god,” Max gasped as he quickly pulled his legs up and tried to conceal himself.

“NO, THE DOOR ON YOUR LEFT!” a voice echoed down the hall.

“Oh sorry, my mistake,” the young man said with a smirk, giving Max another quick looked before shutting the door.

Max’s heart was pounding at the unexpected and humiliating exposure as he sat calming down from the shock. As he finally managed to get his breathing back to a reasonable pace, he let his legs drop back down… just as the door opened again. Max went to cover up but held back as he saw it actually was Dr Farley and Jamie this time.

“Are you kidding me?” Dr Farley exclaimed in sheer frustration at the sight of Max’s cock, flaccid from the embarrassing visitor.

“No, no, no, it’s just… I’m still close!” Max insisted.

Dr Farley huffed and said, “We can come back to this later. For now, we need to finish up with your examination.”

“No, I can do it!” Max insisted, taking hold of his dick again, the embarrassment of masturbating in front of the two men taking a few seconds before it kicked in.

“I said we can finish that later. For now, up on all fours please, Max!” Dr Farley instructed firmly.

Max trembled at the instruction and stuttered, “Wh… what for?”

“Because I told you to!” Dr Farley said, visibly annoyed with the continuing delays. “We’re going to examine your prostate!”

“That’s up your butt!” Jamie whispered to Max as Dr Farley started pulling another pair of gloves on.

Max let out a whimper, wanting to object but scared of angering the man anymore. Instead, he turned to get into position as instructed.

“Lubricant,” Dr Farley requested as he came to stand behind Max, who was leaning down on his elbows with his face buried in his hands.

Max heard an unpleasant squelch, then felt hands tapping at his inner thighs, making it clear what they wanted. His butt was already on show to the doctor, but as he let his knees slide to either side of the bed, his crack opened up to reveal his hole. Nobody had seen it before, not even Max himself.

As he felt slippery digits press against his hole, Max yelped out in surprise and jumped away.

“Max!” Dr Farley said firmly.

“Sorry,” Max said sheepishly, caught by surprise. He moved back into position. This time, he felt the fingers, but as one pushed ever-so-slightly into him, he let out a yelp and jumped away again.

“Right, I’m not wasting any more time on this,” Dr Farley said, sounding furious. “Grab the other table!” he instructed Jamie.

“With pleasure,” Jamie smirked, heading to a door to an adjoining room.

“No, I’m sorry, I can do it!” Max insisted.

Dr Farley grabbed at Max’s arm and pulled him up into a kneeling position, then said, “Clearly you cannot, so off you get!”

Max let out a whimper as he climbed down, then watched in horror as Jamie wheeled in another table… with restraints. “No, you really don’t need to…” he started to object, but the withering stare from the doctor silenced him.

“On!” Dr Farley barked, pointing at the table as Jamie went round putting the brakes on.

Max looked close to tears as he climbed on the table. As he knelt on all-fours again, his forearms resting on the flat surface, he looked down beneath himself to see straps being attached at his wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles. He pulled at them slightly and realised there was no way he could escape from them. However, he could still move his body back and forth, though that was soon stopped too.

Jamie rotated up metal arms on both sides, parallel to Max’s thighs, then secured further straps around his legs. Aside from the ability to move his head, Max was now fully immobilised.

“Right, let’s try that again, shall we?” Dr Farley said as he lubed his fingers up once again.

Max felt the finger pushing into him as his eyes shot open wide. There was a slight twinge of pain, but mostly what he felt was abject pleasure. “Oh fuck!” he grunted as the finger pushed in further and sent sudden jolts through him.

“How does it feel, Max?” Dr Farley asked.

“W… weird,” Max gasped.

“You know I’ll need more than that. Good or bad, what doe sit feel like?” Dr Farley demanded.

“G… good,” Max stuttered. “Really… really… good. Kinda like, ahhh yeah, like… like I’m being… wanked from the… inside!” He could feel his entire upper body blushing red from the proclamation but humiliating as it was to be experiencing it restrained and naked in front of two relative strangers, he couldn’t deny how pleasurable it was.

“He’s leaking, doctor!” Jamie observed, leaning down to look at the raging erection bobbing about beneath Max.

Max looked down at the same time and saw his straining tool literally dripping with precum.

“Interesting,” Dr Farley observed. “Grab a sample dish, save making a mess on the table!” he instructed the nurse who complied. He looked across the room and stated, “The volunteer seems to be experiencing extreme pleasure from the prostate examination to the point of pre-ejaculate expulsion!”

“Who… are you…” Max gasped, barely able to speak as Dr Farley continued to probe at him.

“For the video,” Dr Farley stated.

“You’re…recording?” Max asked, just about able to manage shock through the pleasured haze.

Of course!” Dr Farley replied. “All good tests need to be well documented. Don’t worry, I made sure you gave consent, remember!”

Max groaned as he remembered the documents he had signed.

“One to give consent ton be recorded, and another to permit uncensored distribution of any and all research results!” Dr Farley explained.

“Distri… bution?!” Max gasped. This couldn’t be happening. Being seen by just the two men was humiliating enough, but being recorded and having it shared, it was almost more than he could handle.

“Hmmm,” the doctor hummed as he pulled his finger out. “If he responds this well to stimulation of this nature, it would be remiss of us not to explore further. Jamie,” he said, not needing to actually say what he wanted.

Jamie happily complied, pulling out a tray of butt plugs ranging from ‘small but still gonna hurt’ to ‘no way that’s designed for a human’!

“I think the biggest!” Dr Farley said with a nod.

Max yelped out in objection, not actually managing any words, just a general noise of disagreement.

Dr Farley and Jamie both laughed as the doctor replied, “Just kidding, the small one it is!”

“Thank you!” Max gasped, then frowned as he realised he had just thanked them for wanting to put a butt plug inside him.

The toy was lubed up and Max soon felt it being pressed against his tight ring. It felt so different from the finger, not just in its girth, but the coldness of it, and hardness. He let out a pained grunt as his ring stretched over the widest part before contracting round the narrow section.

“How does that feel, Max?” Dr Farley asked.

“D… different,” Max replied, “But not… bad!”

Dr Farley reached out an pushed a button. A buzzing noise suddenly erupted as the toy began to vibrate. “And now?” he asked with a grin.

“HOLY FUCK!” Max screamed out as the vibrations rippled through his prostate.

“Oh yeah, he’s leaking again!” Jamie said, looking down to see pre-cum dripping into the small dish.

Max moaned, normally happy to be so close to release, but not so much now. He was beginning to sweat too as he knelt there, stimulated and helpless.

“Oh fuck, ah… ah… turn it… off. It’s too much!” Max moaned.

“No!” Dr Farley said bluntly.

“Please, please, please,” Max begged.

“I said no,” Dr Farley said firmly. “One more word about it and…”

“Oh, come on!” Max whined.

“Right!” Dr Farley said firmly.

Before Max knew what was happening, he felt a ball in his mouth and a strap around his head. He had been gagged.

There was a sudden knock at the door. Max looked round, worried about who was about to walk in, but thankfully Jamie walked over and opened it discretely, talking quietly with whoever was on the other side.

“Doc, we need you!” Jamie said, beckoning the doctor over.

Dr Farley went to join the hushed conversation.

Even if he hadn’t been too distracted by the feeling in his butt, Max was out of earshot, so all he could do was remain pinned in place and wait.

A few moments later, Dr Farley returned and said, “Apologies Max, I have an urgent situation to attend to. I’ll be back as soon as I can.” He turned to look at Jamie and said, “I’m going to need this room. If you could move Max somewhere else to wait, please!” He quickly left the room, accompanied by the receptionist who managed a quick glance at Max through the open door.

“No problem!” Jamie said happily as he headed over to the distraught-looking Max and started releasing the brakes.

Max tried to complain, but his voice was muffled and all it did was make spit dribble from the corner of his gagged mouth. He had hoped he would just be wheeled through to the adjoining rom where the table had come from, but instead watched in horror as he approached the door to the hallway. Trying desperately to get free as he grunted his muffled complaints, he realised once again he had no way out of the restraints until they chose to let him go.

“Okay, well if you’re going to have to wait…” Jamie said as he pushed Max along the hallway.

Max went wild as he saw the door to the main waiting area ahead, knowing what was coming. He shook his head desperately, but to no avail as the door began to push open when the table struck it.

“… where better than a waiting room?” Jamie finished.

Max stared, horrified to see around a dozen men all sitting around the waiting area, all of their eyes falling on him as he appeared. How could they not look? Even if they weren’t interested in guys, which most of them unashamedly looked to be, he was a hot, young man, gagged and restrained naked to a table, with a vibrating butt plug in his arse and a slowly-filling dish of precum beneath and throbbing erection! Who wouldn’t look!?

“Excuse us gents, just got to leave little Max here for a bit. Don’t let him disturb you!” Jamie called out before disappearing back through the door.

Max closed his eyes, not wanting to look at any of the men waiting there, though he was annoyed in particular as he did see the rude receptionist openly smirking at his predicament. He did his best to try and ignore the world around him, but then the comments started coming.

“Damn, that’s a lotta pre-cum!”

“He’s hot!”

“Jesus, someone likes being tied up!”

“What kinda treatment d’ya think that is?”

“No seriously, he’s hot!”

“His name’s Max!”

Max’s eyes shot open at the mention if his name. He looked round at last at the gathering of men and almost threw up as he saw a face he knew… a boy from school called Derren. Max felt tears well in his eyes. Dr Farley and Jamie had felt like they were his limit when it came to embarrassment, but he had felt it push to new heights as he was wheeled into the busy room. But this… being seen by someone he knew, someone he went to school with… someone who could tell other people what had happened, it was too much!

Closing his eyes again, Max was determined not to give them the pleasure of seeing him cry.

“Wow, he’s kinda hung!” Derren said.

Max kept his eyes closed. The voice had come from right at his side. Derren was obviously taking a closer look. Max heard footsteps all around him and figured the others had started to gather too. Shaking his head in an attempt to wake from a nightmare he wasn’t having, Max felt his cock continue to dribble up occasional spurts of pre-cum.

“Hey, this thing’s only on it slowest setting!” Derren commented.

It was enough to make Max’s eyes shoot open again as he looked back as much as he could, desperately shaking his head. It did no good. He felt a slight movement on the plug, followed instantly by a sudden increase in the vibrations.

He let out a pleasured whimper as the feeling in his rear soared to new and unknown heights. He felt his dick flowing, looking down for a moment as he was convinced he was just cumming, but it remained nothing but clear goo, edging on the brink of a full orgasm.

All sense of time seemed to vanish in amongst the pleasure and humiliation. The spectators came and went, returning to their seats occasionally but always wandering back for another look soon enough.

“Don’t worry,” Derren eventually whispered in Max’s ear. “I won’t tell anyone about this!”

Max looked at his schoolmate, his eyes stinging from the sweat literally dripping off of him now, relieved by the kind comment.

“For a price!” Derren added with a grin. He let his eyes wander across Max before looking him in the face again as he smirked and said, “But from the looks of this I’d say it’s a price you’d be EXCITED to pay!”

Max scowled, caught between misery and excitement.

Eventually the door behind him opened and Dr Farley appeared at Max’s side. “Oh, been giving the others a show, have you?” he asked, knowing he couldn’t get an answer, though the other men all laughed. He reached down to pull the ball-gag out.

“Water,” Max gasped. Between the sweat dripping off of him, the precum oozing from his prick and the constant flow of saliva from his open mouth, Max had felt like he was wasting away.

“Hmm, I can get you some water,” Dr Farley nodded. “But if you’re dehydrated, we should ensure we up your electrolytes!”

As the doctor pulled out the dish that had been collecting the pre-cum, Max began to shake his head. “No. No no no, come on! You… you can’t…”

Dr Farley leaned down and whispered, “Obey. Without. Hesitation. Remember?” He stood back up as he placed the dish beneath Max’s face and said, “Lots of electrolytes in pre-ejaculate, so drink up and then I’ll get you some water before we get your exam finished up!”

Max glanced at the crowd who were either completely engrossed, or on the verge of hysterics, then leant down and started lapping up his precum. The only thing worse than being forced to do this in front of so many people was the fact that he liked it! Not necessarily the situation, but the precum itself. It was strangely sweet and after his first tentative taste, lapped it up happily.

“Wow, good boy!” Dr Farley said as he pulled the cleaned dish away and held it up to show the crowd, getting a cheer. A large cup of water was placed down, with a straw for Max to use. He eagerly sucked the cup dry, finally quenching his thirst. “Now, let’s get you off this table!”

Jamie released the wrist and elbow restraints on one side as Dr Farley did the other. As much as Max wished he had just been wheeled away on the table, he was still glad to be getting off of it. Stiff from the prolonged time in the same position, Max found it hard to move, until he felt hands grab at his shoulders. He was relieved to be moving upright… until he realised what it had done. The change of angle had pushed the butt plug right against his prostate.

“OH MY FUCKING GOD!” he screamed out as his cock erupted in a spectacular fountain of spunk.

The first shot hit one of the spectators who was unfortunate (or fortunate!?) enough to be standing a few feet in front of the table, the rest flying up into the air before landing on the floor with a heavy splat. The last few streaked across the table in front of Max before the release reduced to dribbles that pooled between his knees.

As the watching men (and teens) burst into cheers and applause at the spectacular release, Max just whimpered, the plug still buzzing away at his post-orgasmic prostate.

“Well, that sample is definitely contaminated now,” Dr Farley said, shaking his head. “I guess we’ll just have to try this all again next week!”

Max just dropped forward, burying his face in his arms. He had a feeling his humiliation was just beginning.