ELIANO #2
Dr. Lee wheels over a machine and takes hold of a probe. To my shock, the probe is enormous, like some massive dick, thick, gray, and elongated.
Dr. Lee rolls a condom over it and coats the tip with lubricant.
Salt looks at the probe, and I see something close to panic in his eyes.
Dr. Lee moves the probe closer to Salt’s perineum, then adjusts the chair with a lever so that Salt’s intimate opening is tilted upward and fully exposed to our view.
How is that gray monster supposed to fit into that tiny place now revealed to the world? Salt’s entrance is a miniature pink star, visible between the pale roundness of his ass cheeks.
Everything in me protests against such a sinister invasion!
With professional precision, Dr. Lee presses the lubricated probe against that little star.
Salt lets out a sound of reflexive fear, and his hips jerk, trying to pull away.
"Stop! Don’t push that in there!" I raise my voice, feeling absurd. "You can’t put that in him," I say firmly, stepping toward Dr. Lee. "I won’t allow it!" To add strength to my energy, I send a warning AO sound.
That same unpleasant smirk appears on his face again.
"I also have a smaller probe. We can try that," he replies surprisingly smoothly and accommodatingly, then adds, "but I need to ask for future reference, so I know which probes to use. Have you had anal intercourse before, Salt?"
Silence falls.
The situation mirrors my own from earlier. Now Salt is being forced to reveal something private.
"No." His voice is barely a whisper. His heart is racing like a frightened bird’s.
A wave of heat washes over me, and I want to curse, though I don’t even know why.
For a split second, my eyes meet Salt’s in a strange, almost lava-hot stare. We both seem to realize it at the same time, that we’re both virgins. It creates something like a flash of understanding between us.
Dr. Lee turns to a compartment beneath the machine and pulls out a much thinner probe, replacing the gray monster with it.
What the fuck? He had the smaller one right within reach the whole time?
Was that intentional? He ran this whole scenario on us, what a bastard! I feel like kicking the damn machine.
He skillfully keeps provoking specific reactions in me, a twenty-year-old alpha, ramping up my biological claim on my mate.
Dr. Lee brings the smaller probe closer to the small pink star, that belongs only to me.
Wait, what?
The fuck did that idea come from? I’m going feral here, helplessly falling into his game.
But he’s just too good at this, I’m losing squarely. As he places it on the pink spot and starts to apply pressure, Salt resists again, his hips retreating, a sharp breath escaping him.
"I’m sorry, that won’t do. I can’t allow you to continue!" I burst out, sure he will start with some lecture about how he has to do a medical exam but, no!
"If Salt agrees, I can hand you the probe and you can insert it into his anus yourself," Dr. Lee says with ease, glancing from me to Salt.
Silence again.
Salt looks away. Dr. Lee waits, the probe held steady in his hand.
"Well? Salt? Would you like Eliano to do it instead of me?"
Salt’s cheeks flush a deep red.
"What do you prefer? Me or him."
His voice is softer than a whisper. "Him."
Dr. Lee rises with a self-satisfied smile and hands me the probe. It looks as if he wants to give himself a high five.
Yup. His plan worked as intended. Flawless execution.
Someone might say Dr. Lee is behaving unprofessionally, but that’s not true. I know he feels no sexual arousal at all. This is a scripted process, exactly how things are done in places like this, planned from the top down.
I take Dr. Lee’s seat and glance at the glove dispenser beside it, pulling out a pair. Then, feeling almost like a professional, I apply a generous amount of lubricant to the tip of the probe and to my left finger as well.
"Salt, may I touch you?" I ask quietly, calmly.
A small nod.
Interestingly, Dr. Lee retreats to the corner of the room and turns away from us.
Wow. Now he gives us privacy? What a snake.
I speak very quietly. "Can I touch… there?"
Another nod. He still does not look at me, his head turned to the side, eyes closed.
I start by lightly brushing his thigh so he knows where my hand is, then I slowly slide it along the length of his leg toward his perineum. I move intently, making sure Salt is aware exactly what I am doing, that he stays in control, that he can stop me at any moment.
When I reach the edge of his small pink star, the skin there smooth and delicate, I whisper again, "Is it okay?"
A tiny nod.
Very slowly, I trace a soft circle around it, barely applying any pressure at first, and even that makes a quiet breath slip from Salt’s throat.
The second circle is firmer, more confident, and this time the sound he makes is lower.
My blood surges through my veins like a wild river.
What I want is to lean down and drag my tongue over his ring. Damn it. I have lost my mind.
But we’re not alone, I jerk my head toward Dr. Lee and… what the fuck?!
He is wearing headphones. What is that supposed to mean?!
He obviously wants us to understand that this moment is ours. This too is done with intent. Sexual bonding, right here, in his office.
But I am already too deep in arousal to stop.
And then I do it, fuck! I lean down and slide my tongue around his delicate ring.
Salt’s head snaps up, his eyes locking onto mine. The pupil of his gray eye is so blown out that it nearly matches the other one now.
He is breathing fast. His gaze flicks briefly toward Dr. Lee and then comes back to me.
We hold eye contact.
Slowly, purposely, I lower myself again, and the tip of my tongue subtly pokes at his tiny star, nudging it open just a little.
Salt stares at this with a strange kind of fascination, and then it happens right in front of my eyes.
His cock, which had been completely soft until now, is not so soft anymore.
As my tongue makes slow, wet, swirling movements, sliding into his tightness, Salt’s shaft visibly thickens.
His eyes drop to it, he swallows, then he quickly covers his hardening length with his hand, pressing it against his stomach as it reaches almost full mast.
I pull back slightly and lift the probe because I have not forgotten why I am here. Now that his small opening is loosened and slick, I press the tip there and whisper, "May I?"
Salt gives the faintest nod.
Infinitely slowly, I slide the probe into his tight hole. Another breath leaves his throat.
Fully aware of what I am doing, I angle it toward where his prostate should be. I have never done anything like this with another person, but I have seen enough porn to have a rough idea. Still, it’s awkward as hell, but I apply a gentle pressure to that spot and it… works.
Salt exhales again, his lips parted, dark pink.
My gaze drops to his nipples, bare, hard, standing proud like they want to turn into obelisks.
I repeat the motion, pressing rhythmically a few times.
Salt grips his shaft tighter and shoots another nervous glance at Dr. Lee, who remains turned away, headphones still on. Bastard.
Salt’s fingers are wrapped firmly around his cock now, fully hard. Small waves ripple across his lower abdomen as blood rushes there. The color of his small star deepens, the edges swelling, blooming.
"I…" Salt whispers, throwing his head back.
I keep pressing into that sensitive spot.
His breathing deepens. I watch in fascination as his hips tilt slightly, as if his body is preparing itself for penetration.
His cheeks are flushed, his lips wet and parted.
A bead of precum drips onto his stomach and that seems to pull him back just a little.
He lifts his head again. "It’ll be a mess…" he whispers, his voice raspy.
A wild thought flashes through my mind. "I can make it so there won’t be a single drop…"
Our eyes meet.
"This is… crazy," Salt murmurs, darting another quick glance at Dr. Lee, but his fingers slide helplessly up and down his shaft.
"He won’t watch. That’s the point," I murmur, leaning closer, my mouth now near his dick head.
The sight seems to push him further. He pants softly and arches his cock toward me, the swollen tip brushing my lips.
"I haven’t… done this before, so it might not be perfect," I add, feeling I have to say it.
"I’ve never had it done either, so no reference point," Salt mutters dryly, but his eyes cannot leave my mouth.
I slowly extend my tongue and brush it over his bulbous head, shiny with precum.
That seems to decide it.
"Okay…"
That is all I need. I bend over his shaft, feeling a flicker of nerves mixed with something reckless and determined. I take his hot head into my mouth.
Fuck. This is a sensation I have never known before.
The taste of his precum surprises me, sweet and pleasant. I have heard the soldati talk about techniques, but whether I can actually pull them off is another matter. And Salt is not exactly small. Unlike omega cocks that make deepthroating easier, Salt is a beta and he is close to seven inches.
Trying to take him deep is a challenge, but I have to try.
I feel pressure at the back of my throat almost immediately and barely manage to suppress my gag reflex before pulling back. I am painfully aware that my technique might be terrible, but then I see Salt’s face, staring at me with huge pupils, panting.
"I… I…"
I guess somehow he does not look disappointed, even though I give up on deepthroating and instead focus on shallower suction, sealing my mouth around his head and massaging it with my tongue pressed firmly.
The effect is instant.
Salt’s hand flies to my head, setting the pace.
"Eliano… I’m about to…"
Unbelievable. This fast?
With my right hand, I press the probe harder against his prostate in a few firmer thrusts and suddenly I feel it.
A sweet explosion fills my mouth.
I flinch for a split second, then pull myself together and swallow everything, shocked at how it tastes like sweet cream. Maybe I should not be surprised, if everything Storm said about our status is true?
I clean his cock until it shines, making a point of swirling my tongue around it a few times, before straightening up.
Salt stares at me, cheeks crimson, breathing hard.
"Th-thank you," he murmurs unexpectedly, then his head falls back again, his gaze hazy as he stares at the ceiling.
I turn uncertainly, and then my eyes meet Dr. Lee’s, watching us with that same damn smirk.
Did he see the big finale?!
"Ready for the exam?"
Dammit.
"I guess," I mutter, feeling insane. "Is there a bathroom?" I blurt out, the ache in my groin reaching almost physical pain.
"Yes, over there," Dr. Lee gestures to the left, and I notice a white door I had not seen before, blending into the wall.
I stand slightly hunched, my cock painfully pressed against my pants, and rush into the bathroom.
Inside, I undo my pants and finish myself off in five frantic strokes, spilling into the toilet bowl.
Fuck. Fuck. Yes! The relief is unreal. My balls had been seconds from exploding.
I stand there for a moment with my eyes closed.
What a madhouse. What the hell just happened? I have never felt anything like this before, and even thinking about it still feels insane.
What came over me? I gave my first blowjob in a doctor’s office!
Absurd. Pure lunacy.
After a minute, I pull myself together, wash my hands and face, then straighten up in the mirror.
Okay. No time for shame or embarrassment.
The truth is, I enjoyed it far too much to pretend otherwise. I’m not a teenager anymore, so I may as well own it. Walking decisively, I leave the bathroom.
Dr. Lee is seated again, taking measurements on the ultrasound screen. One hand guides the probe, and the images shift gradually.
There is no trace of his earlier strange aura now. He is fully professional, focused on his work.
Salt’s head is turned to the side. For some reason, I fixate on the long strands of his blue hair flowing along his collarbones, reaching his swollen nipples. But he’s staring firmly at the wall, not at me.
Not ideal.
"The news is good," Dr. Lee says calmly. "As you surely know, betas and alphas mostly have a vestigial uterus. But based on my measurements, your uterus isn’t as small as that of an average beta. The difference isn’t huge, about a centimeter, but it is definitely a positive sign.
Combined with slightly elevated hormone levels and some light slick production, the prognosis is good.
I would say your chances of conceiving within the first year here are promising. "
Salt turns his head toward him. His expression is hard to read, almost dazed, as if the information has caught him off guard.
Dr. Lee speaks calmly as if nothing insane happened in his office minutes ago. He seems neither bothered nor offended.
He prints the ultrasound images, the uterine measurements clearly marked.
Afterwards, he withdraws the probe from Salt’s anus, removes the condom, discards it, and places the probe back in its holder.
Then he returns to his desk to make some notes.
I quickly pick up Salt’s clothes from the floor and hand them to him.
He sits up and pulls them on without looking at me.
Definitely not good.
Dr. Lee continues, "I also have your blood results here. Everything looks fine, no infections, levels are within normal ranges."
He glances at the screen.
"As for your visit, I would like to see you again in a few days for your first follow-up. That will be all," he says, smiling broadly, almost warmly.
That is when I snap. I just can’t stand being part of this freak show and not saying my commentary out loud!
"Why did you let it go on?"
Dr. Lee raises his brows. "I do not know what you are referring to. I was replying to an important email. How you prepare yourselves for an examination is not my concern. See you in four days."
He stands. A clear signal.
Okay, have it his way. I let out a loud AO growl. He’s, of course, clueless about its true meaning, and fine by me, since it’s definitely not flattery. I walk toward the door, Salt follows me as we step into the hallway. He rushes ahead, fast, but I’m not letting this go.
I grab his arm and spin him around to face me.
"Can you look at me, Salt?"
Salt stops.
Our eyes meet.