Re: FILLED: A Routine Examstrive2bhappyFebruary 12 2012, 21:49:35 UTC
"It's okay, Jared," Dr. Ackles assures. "It won't hurt. Go ahead."
He makes the most pathetic noise of his equally pathetic existence and stays upright.
Dr. Ackles frowns and ducks his face to make eye contact. "Jared? What's up? Do you hurt somewhere?"
Jared squirms and he wills his dick to respond to his thoughts and just go down, just this once, but it's not happening. "D-Dr. Ackles, I…"
He can't say it. He really, really can't.
Dr. Ackles covers Jared's forearm with his fingers again and Jared's traitorous cock actually blurts a dribble of precome out the slit at the skin on skin contact. He barely keeps his hips from pulsing up, searching for friction.
There's three seconds of silence and Jared swears he hears Dr. Ackles gasp.
Jared whimpers in agony and mortification and shame. "I'm s-sorry…" He wants to run, but he figures he won't get very far without his clothes. "Dr. A-Ackles, please, I'm so sorry…I just can't control…"
When Dr. Ackles' voice comes, it's so calm, so serene, it makes Jared jerk his head up in surprise.
"Jared, you're fine," and the thumb is back to making comforting circles against Jared's arm. "This is completely natural. Happens all the time. Seriously. Remember how I always say what I mean? It's really not a big deal at all. Now how about you lie back and let me take a look at your abdomen, okay?"
Jared still can't believe it. He so wants to call bullshit right now. "But…it's not…"
"Jared, I don't mean to be blunt here, but yours is not the first erect penis I've seen, okay? Seriously. Relax. You're fine."
Jared slowly lets go of the death grip he has on the gown and reclines back against the paper. He stretches out his limbs a little, the gown shifting and sliding and his dick swells up even more at the sensation. He just manages to bite back a groan.
Dr. Ackles seems completely unfazed, though, as he pushes and palpates against Jared's stomach, asking if anything hurts or is tender. Unable to speak, Jared just shakes his head.
The sickest, sickest part of all this is Jared really just wants to take Dr. Ackles' hand and put it right over his cock, rub off against his palm and know, finally, what it's like to have another person touch his dick. God, the more he thinks about it, the worse his condition gets.
"Looks good," Dr. Ackles says after covering what seems like every inch of Jared's stomach. His words take on a tone like he knows Jared's not gonna like what he tells him next. "Now, Jared. I have to examine your penis and testicles."
Jared cringes even as a jolt of heat streaks to his balls and he whispers, "Oh God, you're kidding?"
"It's all part of the routine exam, and it'll be fine," Dr. Ackles confirms, while snapping on a pair of rubber gloves. "Just try to relax."
Jared huffs a strangled sound. "Now I know you're kidding."
Dr. Ackles chuckles a little and repeats, "It's fine."
Re: FILLED: A Routine Examstrive2bhappyFebruary 12 2012, 21:50:35 UTC
Jared feels the gown open and air currents brush over his now rock hard cock and he has to clench his jaw against a moan. It's the strangest feeling to be so exposed like this and yet, a thrill shoots down his spine and he keeps hearing nobody here but you and me, Jared repeating in his head.
The atmosphere is hushed and if he's being honest, somewhat charged as Dr. Ackles takes Jared's cock in his gloved hand and starts the examination. It's like Jared's best wet dream and his worse nightmare combined. He wants nothing more than to thrust up into those hands, get himself off on the foreign sensation of another person's touch and he wants so badly to strip Dr. Ackles of the gloves so he can actually feel the warm skin on his aching cock.
Jared knows he's leaking precome -- he's never been really dry in that department -- and it's gotta be getting all over Dr. Ackles' fingers, but there's not a damn thing he can do about it. He's not looking, his head's turned to the wall, trying to get a sense of disconnection even as he's practically memorizing every detail of the moment.
When Dr. Ackles slips a hand down to Jared's balls, there's no way Jared can keep the whimper inside. His throat is wrecked from his heavy breaths and tension, and his knees open wider on their own accord, giving Dr. Ackles whatever access he might need.
God, he wants to arch his back and really abandon himself to this, wants to cover his stomach and Dr. Ackles' hands with his come, but he knows it's wildly inappropriate, so he tries to hold back as much as possible.
The examination is over far too soon and at the same times seems to have taken forever.
Jared's practically gasping for breath, but trying to control it and he swears even Dr. Ackles' voice is a little unsteady as he closes the gown shut again. "Good, Jared. Looks fine. When you're ready, I need you to stand up and lean over the exam table. I'll have to check your prostate."
Jared's heard about this -- maybe even read some comments on blogs about what it was like -- but nothing could have prepared him for hearing the words said out loud like that. His entire body -- even the muscles in his ass -- clenches around a spasm of anticipation and he's really not sure he can do this.
Still, he sits up slowly, really shaky, but also heavy with the prospect of Dr. Ackles' finger in his ass.
Dr. Ackles holds out a hand and Jared takes the support and tries not to revel in the contact. Once Jared's off the exam table, Dr. Ackles places a towel over the end and motions for Jared to take his position.
He stands, turns and braces himself against the edge, leaning down on his elbows, hard, leaking cock rubbing against the soft towel and he knows he's in serious trouble.
"Okay, Jared, I'll let you know that this part of the exam requires me to actually feel your prostate with my finger, so I'll be reaching inside your rectum to do so. The good news is we have a container that actually warms the lubricant, so that won't be freezing cold."
Re: FILLED: A Routine Examstrive2bhappyFebruary 12 2012, 21:51:12 UTC
Jared tries to laugh because he knows he's supposed to, but it comes out garbled and odd sounding.
Dr. Ackles' gloved hand rests gently over the gown at the base of Jared's spine and a full-body tremor shakes through him.
"It's okay. You'll be okay. I'll go slow."
Jared hears the sounds of instruments and containers being moved around and Dr. Ackles sits down again on the stool and wheels himself close again.
Jared can only imagine what he looks like, white gown barely covering the globes of his ass, bent over an exam table, legs and arms quivering.
"Okay, Jared," Dr. Ackles says as he moves the material away. "Try to take some deep breaths for me. You'll be fine."
Jared feels Dr. Ackles spread his asscheeks open and he tries to bury the noise that he makes into his arm, but he doubts he's all that successful. Then the tip of a slick, gloved finger touches just the very rim of his ass and Jared honestly never knew that puckered skin was so incredibly sensitive.
"Try to bear down for me, if you can," Dr. Ackles says, voice like gravel.
Jared makes an attempt, but finds he really, really likes the feeling of that thick finger pushing past the tight ring of muscle, stretching his flesh. Jared drops his upper body onto the table and doesn't mean to cant his hips up, but apparently his ass has a mind of its own and his feet spread further apart and he pushes back against Dr. Ackles' hand.
It's so fucking amazing, just that little bit of fullness and the kittenish sounds slip out his mouth despite his best attempts to hold them in.
Then Dr. Ackles twists his finger and the sensation lights up Jared's whole body -- his nipples pebble into tight peaks and he has the urge to rub them against the paper on the table, just to double the feeling. His ass clenches in pulses against Dr. Ackles finger and he's soaking the towel with precome. He knows then, with alarming certainty, that he's going to come -- likely one of the best orgasms of his life -- on this exam table.
He wiggles, tries to warn, throat completely wrecked, "D-Dr. Ackles…I-I can't…"
"You're fine, Jared. Just go with it. It's totally normal. You can let go."
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He scrabbles, wants so badly to lift a knee onto the table and really just ride that finger, wants to beg for even more, more fingers, a fist, a cock, just more. He wants to be impaled, broken open, split wide and he wants this man -- his fucking doctor -- to do it.
His noises are rhythmic -- whimpers and mewls and high pitched gasps -- in time with his thoughts and the overwhelming heat and fire building in his body -- and he doesn't fucking care. He doesn't care that he's a patient or the picture he's making, practically gagging for just the width of a finger in his ass. It's so good. So fucking, fucking good. The best he's ever felt in his life and it's inappropriate and wicked and blazing goddamn hot and so fucking shameful and Jared's loving every single second of it.
His orgasm surprises the hell of out him and he actually shouts into his fist, body convulsing, shaking, spurting come all over the towel, his stomach, the table.
He's trashed, gasping, coming down from a tremendous high and when Dr. Ackles slips his finger out of Jared's ass, he actually lifts his hips to follow it, whimpers at the loss.
It take a while, Jared's not sure how long, but Dr. Ackles makes a sound like he's clearing his throat, covers Jared back up with the gown as much as he can, and asks, "You okay?"
Jared nods. "S-sorry, Dr. Ackles. I c-couldn't…"
Dr. Ackles kneads his hand lightly on the small of Jared's back and it feels so damn good, Jared wants to stay on this exam table for the rest of his life. "No need to apologize, Jared. It happens all the time. Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
It's so gentle when Dr. Ackles takes a warm wash cloth to the sensitive pucker of Jared's ass and cleans off the lube. Jared's a little shocked to find he wants to be full again, doesn't like the emptiness in his ass and he wishes he could stay with Dr. Ackles and be filled with any part of him any time he wants.
The thought chases a shiver along his spine as Dr. Ackles helps him sit back up.
Jared notices Dr. Ackles' labcoat is buttoned up and wonders absently when he did that while he tries to get his bearings back.
Dr. Ackles clears his throat again. "Okay, from what I've been able to see, everything looks totally normal. I'll let you know about your bloodwork in a few days. So, you go ahead and get dressed and see our receptionist before you leave to settle up the insurance papers, okay?"
Jared just nods, still a little quivery.
"And, Jared, really, you're fine. Everything about your reactions is totally normal. Everything. So don't worry so much, okay? Take care of yourself."
Jared chokes out a "T-thanks, Dr. Ackles," before the door closes and he's alone in the room again.
Jared doesn't know what to make of this experience. Part of him thinks he's really, royally fucked up, but part of him wishes he could get to know Dr. Ackles outside of the exam room -- which he realizes is completely insane and implausible.
But, still, if sometimes when he jerks off now, he uses his fingers inside his ass and imagines green eyes and sure hands and a crisp, white labcoat, well, like Dr. Ackles told him, there's no such thing as thought-police.
Re: FILLED: A Routine Examwriten0wFebruary 13 2012, 12:20:03 UTC
This is perfect :D
I actually had to stop reading mid-way because I cringed and laughed so hard. So much second hand embarrassment... poor Jared :3 I can only second the request for more. Dr. Ackles obviously wasn't totally unaffected, and I'd love to see if they'll meet outside the doctor's office some day. Anyway, thanks for writing and sharing this. I loved it!
Re: FILLED: A Routine Examstrive2bhappyFebruary 13 2012, 13:59:36 UTC
okay, you know what's weird? i have this whole story in my head for how they meet outside the office and start up a relationship. are you in my head????? you should probably be a little afraid...
thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to comment. you have made my day more than you know!!
Re: FILLED: A Routine Examstrive2bhappyFebruary 13 2012, 18:00:18 UTC
enablers everywhere!!
you all are so good to me. i have very VIVID images in my head about dr. ackles and virgin jared outside of the exam room, so i might just have to see where the muse takes me.
Re: FILLED: A Routine Examstrive2bhappyFebruary 13 2012, 16:57:07 UTC
*explodes in a firey ball of glee*
oh my word, SERIOUSLY, you cannot know how THRILLED i am that you liked this. i was a little nervous to write a prompt for you because i'm so blown away by your writing skills.
your comment very likely has made MY ENTIRE LIFE. thank you so, so much for being responsible for giving me such joy!!
He makes the most pathetic noise of his equally pathetic existence and stays upright.
Dr. Ackles frowns and ducks his face to make eye contact. "Jared? What's up? Do you hurt somewhere?"
Jared squirms and he wills his dick to respond to his thoughts and just go down, just this once, but it's not happening. "D-Dr. Ackles, I…"
He can't say it. He really, really can't.
Dr. Ackles covers Jared's forearm with his fingers again and Jared's traitorous cock actually blurts a dribble of precome out the slit at the skin on skin contact. He barely keeps his hips from pulsing up, searching for friction.
There's three seconds of silence and Jared swears he hears Dr. Ackles gasp.
Jared whimpers in agony and mortification and shame. "I'm s-sorry…" He wants to run, but he figures he won't get very far without his clothes. "Dr. A-Ackles, please, I'm so sorry…I just can't control…"
When Dr. Ackles' voice comes, it's so calm, so serene, it makes Jared jerk his head up in surprise.
"Jared, you're fine," and the thumb is back to making comforting circles against Jared's arm. "This is completely natural. Happens all the time. Seriously. Remember how I always say what I mean? It's really not a big deal at all. Now how about you lie back and let me take a look at your abdomen, okay?"
Jared still can't believe it. He so wants to call bullshit right now. "But…it's not…"
"Jared, I don't mean to be blunt here, but yours is not the first erect penis I've seen, okay? Seriously. Relax. You're fine."
Jared slowly lets go of the death grip he has on the gown and reclines back against the paper. He stretches out his limbs a little, the gown shifting and sliding and his dick swells up even more at the sensation. He just manages to bite back a groan.
Dr. Ackles seems completely unfazed, though, as he pushes and palpates against Jared's stomach, asking if anything hurts or is tender. Unable to speak, Jared just shakes his head.
The sickest, sickest part of all this is Jared really just wants to take Dr. Ackles' hand and put it right over his cock, rub off against his palm and know, finally, what it's like to have another person touch his dick. God, the more he thinks about it, the worse his condition gets.
"Looks good," Dr. Ackles says after covering what seems like every inch of Jared's stomach. His words take on a tone like he knows Jared's not gonna like what he tells him next. "Now, Jared. I have to examine your penis and testicles."
Jared cringes even as a jolt of heat streaks to his balls and he whispers, "Oh God, you're kidding?"
"It's all part of the routine exam, and it'll be fine," Dr. Ackles confirms, while snapping on a pair of rubber gloves. "Just try to relax."
Jared huffs a strangled sound. "Now I know you're kidding."
Dr. Ackles chuckles a little and repeats, "It's fine."
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The atmosphere is hushed and if he's being honest, somewhat charged as Dr. Ackles takes Jared's cock in his gloved hand and starts the examination. It's like Jared's best wet dream and his worse nightmare combined. He wants nothing more than to thrust up into those hands, get himself off on the foreign sensation of another person's touch and he wants so badly to strip Dr. Ackles of the gloves so he can actually feel the warm skin on his aching cock.
Jared knows he's leaking precome -- he's never been really dry in that department -- and it's gotta be getting all over Dr. Ackles' fingers, but there's not a damn thing he can do about it. He's not looking, his head's turned to the wall, trying to get a sense of disconnection even as he's practically memorizing every detail of the moment.
When Dr. Ackles slips a hand down to Jared's balls, there's no way Jared can keep the whimper inside. His throat is wrecked from his heavy breaths and tension, and his knees open wider on their own accord, giving Dr. Ackles whatever access he might need.
God, he wants to arch his back and really abandon himself to this, wants to cover his stomach and Dr. Ackles' hands with his come, but he knows it's wildly inappropriate, so he tries to hold back as much as possible.
The examination is over far too soon and at the same times seems to have taken forever.
Jared's practically gasping for breath, but trying to control it and he swears even Dr. Ackles' voice is a little unsteady as he closes the gown shut again. "Good, Jared. Looks fine. When you're ready, I need you to stand up and lean over the exam table. I'll have to check your prostate."
Jared's heard about this -- maybe even read some comments on blogs about what it was like -- but nothing could have prepared him for hearing the words said out loud like that. His entire body -- even the muscles in his ass -- clenches around a spasm of anticipation and he's really not sure he can do this.
Still, he sits up slowly, really shaky, but also heavy with the prospect of Dr. Ackles' finger in his ass.
Dr. Ackles holds out a hand and Jared takes the support and tries not to revel in the contact. Once Jared's off the exam table, Dr. Ackles places a towel over the end and motions for Jared to take his position.
He stands, turns and braces himself against the edge, leaning down on his elbows, hard, leaking cock rubbing against the soft towel and he knows he's in serious trouble.
"Okay, Jared, I'll let you know that this part of the exam requires me to actually feel your prostate with my finger, so I'll be reaching inside your rectum to do so. The good news is we have a container that actually warms the lubricant, so that won't be freezing cold."
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Dr. Ackles' gloved hand rests gently over the gown at the base of Jared's spine and a full-body tremor shakes through him.
"It's okay. You'll be okay. I'll go slow."
Jared hears the sounds of instruments and containers being moved around and Dr. Ackles sits down again on the stool and wheels himself close again.
Jared can only imagine what he looks like, white gown barely covering the globes of his ass, bent over an exam table, legs and arms quivering.
"Okay, Jared," Dr. Ackles says as he moves the material away. "Try to take some deep breaths for me. You'll be fine."
Jared feels Dr. Ackles spread his asscheeks open and he tries to bury the noise that he makes into his arm, but he doubts he's all that successful. Then the tip of a slick, gloved finger touches just the very rim of his ass and Jared honestly never knew that puckered skin was so incredibly sensitive.
"Try to bear down for me, if you can," Dr. Ackles says, voice like gravel.
Jared makes an attempt, but finds he really, really likes the feeling of that thick finger pushing past the tight ring of muscle, stretching his flesh. Jared drops his upper body onto the table and doesn't mean to cant his hips up, but apparently his ass has a mind of its own and his feet spread further apart and he pushes back against Dr. Ackles' hand.
It's so fucking amazing, just that little bit of fullness and the kittenish sounds slip out his mouth despite his best attempts to hold them in.
Then Dr. Ackles twists his finger and the sensation lights up Jared's whole body -- his nipples pebble into tight peaks and he has the urge to rub them against the paper on the table, just to double the feeling. His ass clenches in pulses against Dr. Ackles finger and he's soaking the towel with precome. He knows then, with alarming certainty, that he's going to come -- likely one of the best orgasms of his life -- on this exam table.
He wiggles, tries to warn, throat completely wrecked, "D-Dr. Ackles…I-I can't…"
"You're fine, Jared. Just go with it. It's totally normal. You can let go."
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His noises are rhythmic -- whimpers and mewls and high pitched gasps -- in time with his thoughts and the overwhelming heat and fire building in his body -- and he doesn't fucking care. He doesn't care that he's a patient or the picture he's making, practically gagging for just the width of a finger in his ass. It's so good. So fucking, fucking good. The best he's ever felt in his life and it's inappropriate and wicked and blazing goddamn hot and so fucking shameful and Jared's loving every single second of it.
His orgasm surprises the hell of out him and he actually shouts into his fist, body convulsing, shaking, spurting come all over the towel, his stomach, the table.
He's trashed, gasping, coming down from a tremendous high and when Dr. Ackles slips his finger out of Jared's ass, he actually lifts his hips to follow it, whimpers at the loss.
It take a while, Jared's not sure how long, but Dr. Ackles makes a sound like he's clearing his throat, covers Jared back up with the gown as much as he can, and asks, "You okay?"
Jared nods. "S-sorry, Dr. Ackles. I c-couldn't…"
Dr. Ackles kneads his hand lightly on the small of Jared's back and it feels so damn good, Jared wants to stay on this exam table for the rest of his life. "No need to apologize, Jared. It happens all the time. Let's get you cleaned up, okay?"
It's so gentle when Dr. Ackles takes a warm wash cloth to the sensitive pucker of Jared's ass and cleans off the lube. Jared's a little shocked to find he wants to be full again, doesn't like the emptiness in his ass and he wishes he could stay with Dr. Ackles and be filled with any part of him any time he wants.
The thought chases a shiver along his spine as Dr. Ackles helps him sit back up.
Jared notices Dr. Ackles' labcoat is buttoned up and wonders absently when he did that while he tries to get his bearings back.
Dr. Ackles clears his throat again. "Okay, from what I've been able to see, everything looks totally normal. I'll let you know about your bloodwork in a few days. So, you go ahead and get dressed and see our receptionist before you leave to settle up the insurance papers, okay?"
Jared just nods, still a little quivery.
"And, Jared, really, you're fine. Everything about your reactions is totally normal. Everything. So don't worry so much, okay? Take care of yourself."
Jared chokes out a "T-thanks, Dr. Ackles," before the door closes and he's alone in the room again.
Jared doesn't know what to make of this experience. Part of him thinks he's really, royally fucked up, but part of him wishes he could get to know Dr. Ackles outside of the exam room -- which he realizes is completely insane and implausible.
But, still, if sometimes when he jerks off now, he uses his fingers inside his ass and imagines green eyes and sure hands and a crisp, white labcoat, well, like Dr. Ackles told him, there's no such thing as thought-police.
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I LOVE THIS!!!
Shy!geeky!Jared with Tender!Dr. Ackles. SUPER HOT!
I want MOAR!!! PLEASE?
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thank you, bb, for all your encouragement
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I actually had to stop reading mid-way because I cringed and laughed so hard. So much second hand embarrassment... poor Jared :3
I can only second the request for more. Dr. Ackles obviously wasn't totally unaffected, and I'd love to see if they'll meet outside the doctor's office some day. Anyway, thanks for writing and sharing this. I loved it!
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thank you SO MUCH for taking the time to comment. you have made my day more than you know!!
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You should obviously totally bring that story to paper now :DD
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you all are so good to me. i have very VIVID images in my head about dr. ackles and virgin jared outside of the exam room, so i might just have to see where the muse takes me.
thank you so, so much for making me smile today!!
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Virginal!Jared and gentle!Dr. Ackles and the HOTNESS and all the UNF in the WORLD.
*dances*
Awesome, awesome. I join the chorus of "more please." :)
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oh my word, SERIOUSLY, you cannot know how THRILLED i am that you liked this. i was a little nervous to write a prompt for you because i'm so blown away by your writing skills.
your comment very likely has made MY ENTIRE LIFE. thank you so, so much for being responsible for giving me such joy!!
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