Chapter 8 #2
He stood with his back to Jasper for a moment as he imagined a shady doctor with questionable morals. His last patient of the day. Most of the staff already gone or in the process of leaving. A young male patient with symptoms of erectile dysfunction.
He lifted the clipboard as if reading it as he turned and stepped closer to Jasper.
“I’m Dr. Thornwell. What seems to be the issue today?
” he asked, looking up and pausing as if seeing Jasper for the first time.
He’d found Jasper attractive when he first came into Touch of Leather, but he’d been far more concerned with the fact someone with a new-player wristband had been sitting in his club staring at their phone instead of interacting with anyone.
He gave Jasper a once-over before grabbing the stool tucked in the corner and rolling it over to sit closer.
Jasper shifted, his fingers bunched in the front of his gown. “I uh… have had some trouble getting it up.”
Vincent nodded and scribbled on the paper as if writing something down. “Is it affecting your sex life?”
Jasper shrugged. “Don’t really have one,” he said, and Vincent resisted the urge to kiss him.
He’d done role-play scenes with others on occasion, and the biggest drawback wasn’t lack of ideas or enthusiasm but finding someone who could step into another character and make it feel natural and believable.
He cleared his throat and scribbled more illegible nonsense. “No girlfriend?”
“I’m gay.”
“No boyfriend?”
“No.”
Vincent nodded and crossed his legs, resting the clipboard on his knee. “So you start masturbating and nothing happens?”
“No. I can get hard, but then it kinda….” He angled his fingers down and whistled as he dropped his hand like it was dive-bombing.
“And that happens more often than not?” He made more “notes” when Jasper nodded. “When’s the last time you had an orgasm?”
Jasper murmured something under his breath.
“I didn’t catch that.”
“A couple months, maybe.”
“Well, we can run some tests. Check your testosterone levels. Though you’re young enough I doubt that’s the problem,” Vincent murmured. He glanced up, tapping the end of his pen against the clipboard. “There are some other treatments we can explore, though they’re still experimental.”
“Like what?”
“We could try various stimulants while you’re here. See if we can’t get an orgasm.”
“O-okay.”
Vincent raised an eyebrow. “You don’t seem so sure. We can wait for the test resul—”
“No, no, we can try… something.”
He nodded and stood to set the clipboard aside.
A metal rack with wheels and a curtain was propped against the wall, and he rolled it over to position it beside the table.
“Go ahead and lie back,” he said, waiting for Jasper to get settled before pulling out the built-in padded cuffs near the head of the table.
He adjusted them down to rest near Jasper’s waist. “Put your arms through these.” Once Jasper’s wrists were secured, he rotated the attached metal bars back so Jasper’s hands were near his head instead.
Jasper squeaked when the bars locked into place with a loud click. “Are these really necessary?”
“Of course. Special stimulation,” Vincent replied, reaching for the curtain and pulling it across Jasper’s stomach so Jasper couldn’t see the lower half of his body.
Then Vincent moved to the end of the bed and slipped his hands under Jasper’s gown.
“Let’s get these out of the way.” He ignored Jasper’s yelp of protest as he tugged the boxers off and dropped them to the floor.
The novelty of the scene nearly overwhelmed him, and he had to take a moment to keep his breathing steady.
He let his hands linger on Jasper’s calves for a long moment before guiding his feet into the stirrups.
More straps were attached to them that let him secure Jasper’s ankles and thighs, and then Jasper was fully restrained.
“Um, I don’t think I want to do this after all.”
Vincent leaned to the side enough to glance around the curtain and met Jasper’s eye. Actively saying no in a scene and proceeding anyway was new, and playing it out was always risky, but he trusted Jasper to use his actual safeword if this didn’t live up to his imagination.
“Nonsense,” Vincent murmured, resting his hand on Jasper’s knee and slowly sliding up his thigh. “This’ll be good for you. I can’t possibly let you leave without you getting a proper orgasm, now can I?”
Jasper sucked in a sharp breath and licked his lower lip. “What are you gonna do to me?”
Vincent slid his hand higher with a low chuckle, dragging his fingers to a stop an inch below where Jasper’s cock was strapped to his thigh.
“You’ll see soon enough.” With that he turned to rifle through the drawers.
He passed over the packs of needles, scalpels, and various medical tools until he found something he could use. An automatic cock pumping machine.
He kept himself between it and Jasper as he plugged it in and set it at the end of the exam table.
Then he found lube, a latex-free glove, and a condom and rolled the stool closer, effectively hiding from Jasper’s line of sight.
He tugged Jasper down a bit so his ass was at the edge of the table, inched the gown higher, tucked the sides under Jasper’s hips, and adjusted the stirrups to give himself a nice view.
Despite the fact he’d explored every inch of Jasper over their few months together, he still relished having his pet spread out in front of him.
All that warm supple flesh, his for the taking.
Resisting the urge to get his mouth on Jasper, he pulled on a glove and coated his fingers with lube.
“You’ll feel a bit of pressure,” he said before circling his fingertips against Jasper’s entrance.
Jasper responded with a quiet moan, the vinyl of the exam table squeaking with his movements.
Vincent took his time, longer than he usually did even when indulging in tormenting Jasper.
Circling and nudging, pressing a fingertip inside to wiggle it before retreating and starting over.
With Jasper’s cock trapped against his leg, he couldn’t get fully erect, and Vincent intended to keep him like that. At least for a bit.
With his other hand he stroked his thumb along Jasper’s length and let out a soft hum. “I see what you mean,” he said, chuckling at Jasper’s indignant grumble. “Do you have toys at home?” he asked, slipping two fingers into Jasper before he could answer.
“No,” he gasped. “Just a plug.”
“And you can’t get off while using it?” He curled his fingers and pressed against Jasper’s prostate.
“Is that really important?”
“It might be. If you’ve already tried getting off while being filled, this could be a waste of time.” He punctuated his words with a third finger and a firm thrust, humming softly in approval at Jasper’s pleading groan.
“I ha-haven’t.”
“We’ll try that, then.”
“Try what?” Jasper asked, but Vincent ignored him as he pulled his fingers out and stood to push the rack with the curtain back to Jasper’s shoulders for more room. The gown followed a moment later, baring Jasper’s stomach and chest.
As tempted as he was to torment Jasper’s nipples, he decided to leave them alone for now. Instead, he got his pants open and a condom in place.
“Wait. What are you doing?”
“Shh, relax,” Vincent soothed as he gripped Jasper’s hips and dragged his ass an inch off the table. “You’ll feel a bit more pressure,” he said and pushed inside, gritting his teeth against the intense pleasure. More intense than usual.
Jasper let out a sharp moan, his thighs straining against the bindings, and Vincent gave in to his need to get his mouth on Jasper even if it meant breaking character.
He leaned down and licked Jasper from stomach to nipple before sinking his teeth into it.
Jasper’s yelp only served to urge him onto the other nipple, and a few thrusts later he was coming like he was a decade younger and had little control over his body.
With a silent curse he dropped his forehead to Jasper’s chest to catch his breath.
He’d meant to last at least long enough to make Jasper beg, but apparently that was too much to ask for.
Jasper shifted beneath him with a breathless, “That didn’t work.”
Vincent huffed a laugh against Jasper’s stomach and carefully pulled away. “I guess we’ll have to try something else.”