Fun time during Checkup
Old men always need a prostate exam, even old Komodo Dragons
Kinktober Day 13: Medical Play
Fun time during Checkup
Old men always need a prostate exam, even old Komodo Dragons
Kinktober Day 13: Medical Play
“Everything looks within the norms except for your high blood pressure. Have you been stressed lately?”
The air was stale, musty. No traces of disinfectant or bleach, or at least not in an amount that would have made a sensitive nose regret entering the room.
Not hints of distress, fear, or even illnesses like the clinics would have. It was merely stale, musty. And yet, Gosha remained seated on the examination table, feeling the hand rushing against his back while the stethoscope went from spot to spot.
The cold contact stole him shudders. But in return, the lamp light was enough to keep Gosha warm and comfortable. His tail remained aside, out of the way.
“It is nothing but my grandson. I worry about him. But he’s a fine boy,” answered Gosha with a smile, a bit forced for a second, and a waved hand. He closed his eyes for a second, practically at ease when those fingers descended along his spine, going over the scutes.
“Hmm hmm. However, I might have a last verification to do before we are done with this checkup. Would you strip?”
“Strip?”
“Yes. Entirely.”
Gosha looked over his shoulder to see the burly Rhinoceros’s smile. With that quarterback-like build, the poor white coat strained and fought to keep that bulk in check. Even the front wasn’t closed, and the purple shirt underneath also struggled against the large pectorals.
Gosha stood up, removed his belt, and then dropped it. Then, he pushed his pants down, careful to have his tail slide out of the opening.
Then, with a hint of uncertainty, Gosha looked at his gray briefs, at the fabric that was snug around his genitals and ass before he returned to the Rhinoceros who had remained still and waiting.
“Take your time,” assured the Rhinoceros, nodding, though the corner of his mouth lifted.
An invitation Gosha took as he pulled his briefs down, releasing what had been described as the ‘monster’ in his youth. A cock that was downright massive, long, with a meaty foreskin that formed folds as it accumulated at the tip.
A cock Gosha maintained clean, of course, with a lavender-scented soap. Much like his testicles, close to his body and rather smaller in comparison to his cock… And even his posterior, pristine and lavender-scented as he stood upright.
“Is that good?”
“Oh, yes,” confirmed the Rhinoceros, coughing in his fist. “Please. Lie on your back. And spread your legs.”
“Spread my legs?”
“It is necessary for that examination.”
Gosha raised an eyebrow, watching how the Rhinoceros seemed anxious and a bit red-faced. But then, the Komodo Dragon followed the instruction. He lay down on the examination bed and spread his legs. No, he lifted them while reaching between his legs and pushed his cock aside, to have it rest on his belly.
The old leather surface practically hugged Gosha’s back when the Rhinoceros approached, half-smiling, and passing a hand on the Komodo Dragon’s thighs.
“Excellent form. I’d advise you to continue working out, but without any excess. Though I am sure you might outlive me if you keep doing that,” said the gray-skinned Rhinoceros, his fingers dancing on the ample posterior. Each digit was thick like a sausage, the ends like leather… And yet, the calloused tips were practically pulling on Gosha’s softer scales that covered his posterior.
“Thank you. But… What does it have to do with the examination?”
“Everything. At your age, old men must get their prostate examined. Have you discussed this fact with your previous physician?”
“Y- Not really,” answered Gosha, forcing a smile on his face.
“Well, it is an important examination we must undergo. Please, close your eyes and breathe slowly.”
Gosha did as instructed, breathing and relaxing. He spread his legs wider, even lifted his knees, even if his thighs were starting to burn. He listened to the spurt of a bottle being emptied, of hands smacked together. And then, he hissed lowly when the Rhinoceros’ massive fingers were at his back entrance, smearing the cold lube.
No scent from this, not even as the liquid was carefully applied along the wrinkled entrance, a finger dancing over the striated muscle.
And then… Without many more questions, the Rhinoceros inserted his index finger inside.
The sheer width and presence were enough to have Gosha push his nape against the examination bed. His tail-tip swayed gently while the digit spread the entrance, filled it… And then stretched it, stretched it alongside another finger. And a third.
It didn’t hurt much, though. Gosha was used to this, and his entrance was flexible to the touch. Warm, welcoming… Practically ushering the third digit forward and inside.
Even as he waved his hand.
“Oh, yes,” coughed the Rhino, still wiggling his digits inside. “Have you been enjoying… Sexual intercourse with men?”
“Yes. I did it in my young years. But it has been a while,” said Gosha, unashamed and laughing.
“It explains how flexible you are, sir. If I may say, I think this prostate examination might be easy. Although…”
“Although?”
Gosha repeated, finding the Rhinoceros thinking. And then, something hit the Komodo Dragon’s gut. Or prostate. A single rasping touch. But one enough to send him heaving, hissing, and suddenly moaning.
He was sensitive, particularly so. Enough that his cock sprang to life with blood rushing inside. Soon enough, the veins bulged, the length throbbed, and the cocktip pointed right towards Gosha’s face while the sheer erection peeled back the wrinkled foreskin.
The unique urethra appeared at the end of that pinkish cocktip… With the hole itself delivering a fine glob of precum onto Gosha’s scaly belly.
The sight was impressive and more so when considering that cocktip practically reached the top of his abdomen.
A sight that made the Rhinoceros stop for a second before he laughed.
“I see you are quite sensitive here, Gosha. Sir. I can confirm your prostate is healthy.”
However, the fingers were not leaving the asshole and even less the prostate. Gosha kept his legs spread and open, giving room for the Rhino to explore and change his posture, to lean forth or back, to push with a fourth finger… Or merely to wiggle his finger deeper.
“That’s… Good to hear,” said Gosha with a smile, feeling another hit of pleasure rush through his back and hit his brain. His tongue stretched outward, flickering and spraying some poisonous saliva around. However, the Rhinoceros didn’t seem bothered at all.
In reality, he seemed to smile even further when he pulled his fourth finger out and had it pressed against the buttchecks. His other hand even went on the muscles, prying them apart and digging into the scales covering the posterior, while his three fingers were working as one on dancing around, squeezing, and massaging Gosha’s prostate.
At first, they focused on prodding and testing. Such testing hinged on the fact that, with each ‘right’ spot, right attempt, the Komodo Dragon’s cock throbbed and spurted precum on Gosha’s exposed belly.
Then, with the certainty that the prostate was fair game… The Rhinoceros circled the organ, teasing it willingly. During that moment of respite, Gosha was even able to shake his hand. A signal the Rhinoceros received while continuing to circle.
“It is good you are so receptive to such a message.”
“It is?” asked Gosha, huffing and breathing, feeling his precum drip all over his belly, white and dense.
“Oh yes. Prostate massage is a good way to relieve stress, Sir. And you see you definitely need one.”
One massage that was delivered when the fingers, forceful, no longer went for the foreplay. No, they delivered what could be compared to a drumming against Gosha’s prostate. A drumming that became a thunder building up inside the Komodo Dragon’s groin. A thunder that needed to be released, a pressure that built up, a shock that waited to be delivered.
Then… With the precision of a machine, with the strength of a brute, and the self-control of an expert, the Rhinoceros had his three fingers rubbing the prostate in circles, but with such strength… Such power… Gosha ejaculated.
The Komodo Dragon huffed, but didn’t cry. He didn’t shout either. He gasped as his chest lifted, his groin tensed, and one powerful jet hit him across the chest and face, covering the green scales. Another followed while the Rhinoceros continued his ministration, then a third. But the ensuing shots were lesser, not as intense, not as impressive.
Gosha found himself dropping, nape and back, against the examination table while his feet hit the surface once the Rhinoceros pulled his fingers out of the gaping and lubricated asshole.
A moment. A caught breath. And Gosha sighed: “Ananas.”
“How was it?” asked the Rhinoceros, reaching for tissues on the side of the examination table to wipe his fingers. Then, he offered Gosha the entire box.
“Good enough with the fingers. Excellent, even,” laughed Gosha. “But you can pour it on thick with the roleplay.”
“It’s the first time I’ve heard one of my poisonous clients wanting more foreplay before the fun.”
“They don’t know what they miss. Peach,” said Gosha, watching the Rhinoceros’ demeanor change. Straighten up. Take up that persona for the roleplay.
“It was good, Sir. Gosha. But we might need a deeper examination. But you’re lucky, I have the tool for that,” said the Rhinoceros, stroking his bulge.