Therapy - Session 5
#5 of Therapy
_The dalmatian holds a handkerchief to his nose, giving a powerful sneak. He sniffles, eyes looking a little red. "I think I might be coming down with something," he say weakly, voice shaking. "I've already exhausted my supply of tea and still haven't felt any better."
It seems to be the first moment of weakness and mortality in the boy.
"I don't mind being sick, honestly, but I don't like hospitals. It's not the needles or the smell or anything. Hell, let me tell you about some of the needle play. Shit got wild," he says before coughing forcefully. "Kidding about the needle play. I do have some limits, after all. But I really only go to the student clinic at school. It's nice there."
He blows his nose again before curling up on the couch. "Bring me a blanket before I start. I've got a chill."_
* * *
The student clinic felt foreboding. No one made eye contact in the waiting room, as if all the students in the University were ashamed that they came down with something to make them sick enough to come here. Thankfully, the wait was never long, and I found myself sitting alone in the tiny examination room, posters for health awareness lining the walls.
It wasn't my first time here, of course. They offered all sorts of STD testing, and with the live I had come to live, I was cashing in on getting my free exam every month. I didn't particularly care about any kind of reputation it bought me. It kept me safe, it was free, and I could still make a nurse blush when she would ask how many sexual partners I had.
The paper spread across the exam table crinkled as I shifted my weight to lean back, counting the ceiling tiles. I barely moved as the door opened, nurse entering and sitting down.
"So, what brings you in today?" a low voice said. I sat up straight, the large polar bear looking down at me, clipboard in hand. In all the times coming here, I had never seen a male nurse, much less one looking so imposing. I stifled a whimper of both fear and excitement as I inched to the edge of the table.
"An STD screening, Sir," I said carefully, keeping my tone measured. He nodded and sat down at the small desk to fill out the routine paperwork. The hulking frame hunched over, looking uncomfortable as he shuffled the forms. "Are you new here?" I asked, breaking the silence.
"Long time nurse, first time here," he replied, not casting a glance up. He uncapped his pen and began to read off the questions. "Let's see, 'Do you believe that you currently have any kind of disease?'"
"No, just routine testing. No discharges, pains, or spots, either" I replied, beating him to the next several questions. "Well, no spots beyond my own."
He didn't smile at the joke, only checked off the several next boxes. "Number of sexual partners since your last exam?"
A slow smirk crossed my face as I watched him carefully, ready to take in any movement. "Twelve last month. All male. I was the top - wait, what term do they use on the sheet? To mean that I was the one giving it?"
"You were the insertive partner?" he said slowly, not flinching, eyes unmoving from his papers.
"Yes, the insertive partner in six of those, receiving in ten. And yes, that does mean four contained both positions," I said quickly to cut him off. I crossed my legs of the knee, giving my best 'How does that grab you' face. The large bear moved up to his feet and put on gloves, maybe feeling a little gross from the sudden reveal, but his calm demeanor gave no response.
"Well, go ahead and take off your shorts, let me get a look at things."
I stood and eased my shorts off my hips, giving just the briefest glimpse of my jockstrap before pulling it off entirely, leaving me in only my shirt, socks, and sneakers. "What position do you want me in?" I asked breathlessly, testing the waters further. The bear leaned in close and pulled the stirrups from the sides of bed. As I moved onto my back, those heavy hands wrapped around my ankles and put them firmly in the stirrups, leaving everything exposed.
The bear sat on the desk chair and wheeled himself closer, taking my soft cock in his fingertips. He rolled it to the side and back, squeezing the tip and observing the slit. I felt my heart flutter as a growing blush formed on my face. Teasing was all well and good, but the exam suddenly began to feel much more than routine. Those thick fingertips drifted lower, rolling my balls. "Do you give yourself testicular self exams?" he asked casually as the fondling continued, mixed with the occasional stray finger brushing across my taint.
"I try to," I replied, biting my lip to try to keep from getting fully hard. I already admitted to being a pervert and a sex fiend, but I didn't want to end up with a broken jaw. He rolled them carefully and inspected closer before letting his fingers drag carefully down the tender taint before spreading my ass to gain better access to my hole. He palpated with expert precision before pulling a pen light from the pocket of his scrubs. The blush on my face spread as he touched and tugged at the skin around my hole.
"I'm seeing a little redness. I'll need to feel a little deeper. It may just be some stress and tearing, but I don't want to rule out a fissure or possible abscess. Repeated exposure to a foreign body can cause all sorts of complications," he said, opening a small foil packet before spreading clear gel onto his finger. I wiggled down in the stirrups, trying to give better access. Our eyes met briefly before the corner of his mouth twitched in a hint of a smile. "It might feel a little cold."
And it did. The cold gel sent a chill through my body as that finger swirled around my hole, making my toes curl as I twitched, tensing even tighter. His free paw pressed firmly down on my hip to hold me steady as the finger pushed inside. Stars sparked in my eyes as the wide digit inched inside me. I couldn't imagine a straight guy submitting to this, but my dark desires were too strong. My rock hard cock began to twitch and jump in response, hidden weakly behind my hands. The finger curled, feeling along the walls before pressing hard on my prostate. I shuddered, holding down a girly squeal as he traced the lump, checking the size and shape.
"Everything feels good here," he said softly. Yet his hand didn't move, only continued to tease inside me, even sliding out and sliding in again. "Feels very good," he added in a snarling, deep voice. I lifted my hands behind my head, afraid I'd burst from even the slightest contact with my dick, squeezing around the finger. He growled again and pushed a second finger inside, the dryness and girth making me whine louder. "Going to give us a sperm sample, pup? We should really test everything, make sure you're clean. But I'm sure you've been a good boy, using protection every time."
I threw my head back, rolling my hips to ride the two wide fingers, the stirrups clattering as I struggled while he opened his fingers like scissors to spread me even wider. "Yes, sir, I'm a good boy! I promise I'm a good boy!" I cried out, wanting to say anything to get more of that deep finger fucking. He yanked his hand free suddenly, the sensation of emptiness crashing down on me like a wave. He cleaned his fingers with nearby paper towels by the sink before returning to the exam table, shoulders looming even wider over me.
"So you're saying if I told you I wanted to fuck you like a bitch in heat, cum in that slutty hole, and make you toddle out of here with my load oozing down your thighs," he growled, face only inches from my own, "you would say no?"
My face burnt red, so afraid to say yes and so afraid to say no, only wanting the answer that put his dick in my still greased ass. I kept my eyes fixed with his before giving a weak nod. "I would say 'No,'" I replied meekly. Honestly, I don't think it mattered what answer I gave. He yanked his scrub pants down fast and hard, making that girthy bear cock springboard back and smack him in the round belly. He tore open another foil wraped packet of medical lubricant with his teeth and emptied the contents directly onto the wide shaft before smearing it into an even glaze. Those huge paws grabbed my hips down hard, feet starting to tingle from being suspended for so long. He stood at the edge of the table, at perfect height as he rolled the head around the hole teasingly and at last pushed inside.
The first stretch always felt amazing. My mouth welled with drool as my chest heaved with panting, my pucker flexing and relaxing rhythmically around the smooth, slippery cock head. I groaned and began to shake my hips slowly from side to side as I felt my body slowly gobble up each inch of the thick cock being stuffed into my hot depths. The finger fucking loosened me up enough to ease the entry, and each lust drunk moan and whimper betrayed any feigned innocence I had.
He drove deeper, the milking hole driving him into an animalistic lust as he gripped those hips tighter, beginning to pound in and out of my body. "Mmmm!! Such a tight little guy! You should become a nursing assistant; I'll keep this ass available when ever I need it!" He gave a hard swat to my thighs, the rush of pain only exciting me further.
My mouth opened to reply but only grunts came out as the primal desires overtook me. I was sure those fingertips were leaving bruises down my hips that would thankfully stay hidden amongst my spots. A lust induced trance left my head swimming as my cock bounced and slapped against his belly with each thrust, streams of more precum spraying into the air from the wide cock sinking in to the hilt over and over again.
Now jackhammering in and out of my body, the head of his cock dragging against the abused prostate with each pass, the bear slammed his heads down on either side of my head so hard that I feared for am moment they could have crushed me in a heartbeat. He took my throat into his teeth, the snarl reverberating through my neck. The hot precum pushed inside, sloshing around my hole and leaking out down to the base of my tail. He bit firmer at your neck to keep you in place, uttering with a low snarl, "I'm going to fill you up, boy."
My body shook from the force of each thrust as he slammed inside my rippling tight ass over and over again. My slim body slithered around the exam table as he fucked me hard. Many men had bitten my neck before, but something about the massive size of this man left me caught in a helpless whimper. The slick precum leaked from my ass as my cock began to twitch and throb. I tried to fight by the feeling but the bite and hard drilling was too much to endure. Climax wracked my body around that big cock, spraying cum across both of us like a geiser. I clenched up around him and shuddered, the stirrups clattering again as my body jumped from the aftershocks.
He stood tall, scrubs smeared with my load as he slammed hard to the hilt. I felt each twitch and shot as he bellowed, unloading a huge load inside me. My eyes widened, feeling the hot bubble of cum inside me widening as the big cock served as cork to hold everything inside. I could only whine as the heat spread through my body, warming me like a fever from the inside.
He kept himself pressed down around the base inside my hole, my own cock leaking the last drops onto my belly. "Heh," I laughed weakly, drifting in the afterglow. "We should do that again. I might have to come in for a physical some time."
For the first time, I saw a full smile spread across the polar bear's face. "Round two," he said calmly.
He leaned back to gain even more leverage as he started fucking wildly, cum gushing and squelching from the spread hole. Each brutal thrust lifted my whole body as more cum splattered from my body. He slammed one more time, driving hard and harder inside before blowing his second load inside my very spent hole, even bigger than the first. My belly began to swell from the volume, the old cum forced further inside me as he emptied those swinging nuts into my abused body. I gasped for air, barely able to form thoughts as the surprise second round left me in a daze, "Heh... for a big bear like me, it always takes two or more to leave me satisfied."
He pulled out, leaving a torrent of cum leaking from me. He moved back to the supply cabinet, hard dick still wagging in front of him with his scrubs around his ankles. He pulled a towel out and cleaned himself off before tossing it back to me. He pulled his pants back up and before buttoning up his lab jacket, barely hiding the stains.
At last, he released me from the stirrups and lowered my tingling feet back to the floor. I took a wobbling step forward and pulled my own pants back up, feeling two loads worth of bear cream already leaking out of me as I pulled my shirt off, inverting it to hide the streaks of my cum. He gave me a firm nod and sat back down at the desk, "Everything looks fine. We'll call you if anything shows up in your blood tests."
"Thank you, Sir," I replied before slipping back out the door, legs wobbling. Between my numb feet and the cum leaking from me, I squirmed and waddled through the waiting room and back out into the midday sun.
* * *
He gives a yawn as he finishes his story. "I guess he worked for the agency. By the next month, they had hired someone else full time, and he was off to his next assignment," he says, pulling the blanket tighter around himself. "A pity, too. I would have made him a Repeater. I did actually work as a Nursing Assistant for a while, too, but never managed to catch up with the polar bear."
He buries his nose into the blanket. "Mmm, I think my nose is clearing up. I can kind of smell your scent on the blanket. It's warm and subtle, kind of like yourself." He smiles a little and settles back onto the couch. "Sorry, can I sleep for the rest of my session today?"
Before waiting for a reply, he dozes off there. While sleeping, his face tenses, looking sad and troubled. He curls up tighter with the blanket around his shoulders, sleeping fitfully.
Time passes.
You continue to watch him.