A Visit to the Chiropractor
A Visit to the Chiropractor
Colson Grainger
AIM: slinkyweasel
Special thanks to Malin for editing!
A look up at the clock told Dr. Colson Grainger that it was near quitting time. For him, that meant his last scheduled patient was to arrive in a couple short minutes. Having just finished adjusting Ms. Rowe, a rather finicky, aged ocelot with quite the hearing deficit, the otter's ears were ringing as he walked the slim hall to his office. He was greeted at the doorway by his assistant, who was short for a fox, which is to say he was just as tall his boss.
"Ms. Rowe's gone. She doesn't really realize she's talking that loud?" he asked the otter as he handed him the file on his last patient.
"What?" he replied, reaching out to take the file. It contained all the standard first-visit information - general questions about health and activities, insurance, very standard medical drone stuff. Reading over the chief complaint notes, he nodded to the fox.
"Thanks. He's in room 4, right?"
"Yup."
"All right. Well, I guess you're done for the day, Kelly. I'll see you tomorrow?"
"Okay. Have a good night, doctor! Oh, and don't forget, tomorrow you're supposed to bring that catalog Jennifer wanted."
"Yeah, I've got it sitting on the coffee table at home. I'll bring it. Say hi to Jeff for me," he told the fox as he headed towards exam room 4. Readjusting his tie inside his clinic jacket, the otter clicked the door open and walked in. His eyes widened a little bit to find a HUGE malamute in the room, lifted off of the table in the middle of the room, his massive arms holding himself about a couple inches in the air. It wasn't that the malamute wasn't as tall as some of the patients the otter had, no... it was that he was also nearly twice his size in girth. He looked older, but still had enough strength on his upper body that he could definitely be in a strong man competition, and most likely win. He even fit the same body type- more round than cut, certainly an aficionado of a fine meal, and probably beer and pork rinds on top of that. On his scruffy muzzle, the huge malamute wore a grimace of pain as his weight shifted from arm to arm. Realizing he'd taken several more moments than would be comfortable for a first look over, the doctor cleared his throat.
"Uh, hurts to sit down?" he finally said, his voice nearly cracking. It was the first patient in a long while that the otter hadn't distanced himself from professionally immediately, and the consequences were readily apparent in his demeanor for the canine to notice.
"It does, yes," came the strained reply, though in a deep baritone.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Daly. Hopefully I can help you so you don't have to use your arms to sit anymore. I know it's not very comfortable."
"Call me Joseph or Joe," the malamute told his doctor.
The otter had to tilt his head back quite a ways to actually be able to look up into his patient's eyes, large, brown ones, that were surprisingly receptive and friendly for the dog's size. Then again, he was in a lot of pain, and hoping the doctor could help him. Jolting himself away from the dog's eyes, which gazed at him like a puppy in need, the otter scurried across the room, accidentally scuffing the floor with one of his dark dress shoes. "Oop, sorry," the otter said with a twinge of embarrassment in his voice.
The large malamute just arched a brow slightly as he watched the young doctor he'd gone to see for his little problem try to hide his embarrassment. Joseph hadn't expected the ad in the paper for the chiropractor to lead him to such an inexperienced doctor. He was just a kid!
Drawing his notes out from underneath his forearm, the otter took a seat in the examiner's chair in the room. Drawing up a leg and settling the notes over his knee, he scanned a few lines in the history. "Hm, says you fell on your rear end here, and that's when the pain started. Can you point to the spot it hurts at the most again?"
With a sullen expression crossing his face combined with a gruff of exertion, the large dog reached behind himself with a thick hand, placing a finger over his butt.
Getting out of his chair to track around the malamute, Colson spied the area of complaint. "Mmm hmm," the otter mumbled, passing to sit again in his chair. "Do you think you could flip over for me onto your stomach on the table? I think I know what's going on and I don't really think we need to take any X-rays. I'm just going to feel around and confirm my suspicions, okay?" Setting the file on the arm of the chair, the otter stood up while the dog repositioned himself onto his stomach.
Walking to the side of the short table, the otter placed his webbed hands over the belt line of the large malamute's dusty jeans. "I, uh, have to touch back here around the area you're complaining of, so I'm just warning you. If you're uncomfortable with it, I'm afraid you'll have to come in tomorrow morning, because my last office worker just left for the day. I hope it's not a problem?"
"No, it hurts too damn much to let it go any longer, just fix it already." The malamute was gruff with his reply, and curt, and it made the otter self conscious for a bit; considering the size of the man beneath him on the table, even injured, he certainly didn't want to make him combative.
The otter began his standard palpation procedure, feeling around the chief complaint area, which was pretty much right over the tip of the dog's coccyx. "I think I know what's going on, so I don't need to expose the area. Let me know if this hurts," the otter instructed, pressing in on the tip of the dog's spinal column end.
The malamute arched his back, thick muscle cording up along his back as it lifted his heavy torso a few inches off the fabric underneath him. Colson had his answer even before the malamute yelped,"Damnit, that hurts, kid!" The fur on the nape of his neck lifted towards the ceiling.
To put it mildly, the small otter was unprepared, and jumped back from his patient a little bit, his heart racing in his chest. Certainly the strong spasm from the dog had something to do with his momentary jolt of endorphins, but that certain something he called him had quite a bit to do with it, too. "Kid"... considering the difference in their ages, it was a natural thing to say. But it also struck a nerve in the otter, a sexual nerve. It wasn't as if being gay had made his job any different than were he straight, but his current patient was so good at pushing his buttons (without even realizing or attempting to do so), it was making the otter stumble over his natural routine. All his life, the otter was attracted to someone just older, more mature. It was just something that most older men had- experience. They had been 'around the block', they had experienced the things he had yet to experience time and time again. And they'd proven themselves to be, as a whole, leaps and bounds less inhibited than his younger peers, and that's what the otter like the most. These older guys he was attracted to were never afraid to voice what they wanted, or take it.
"I'm... sorry, I didn't really expect you to have such a strong reaction. That must really be out. So yeah, it's what I thought happened. It's a pretty classic case, really, you fall right on your butt, and your coccyx gets knocked forward and gets stuck there. All it needs is to be yanked back into place again," the otter explained to the malamute, who was settling down onto the table again. Colson found that going back to his routine, talking clinically, helped calm him.
"Oh, that again," came the reply from the canine.
"... again?" asked the otter, blinking several times. "Hm, this has happened before?"
"Oh yeah, it's happened several times now. I do some amateur wrestling, and it's a pretty popular move in the heavyweight class to try and knock your opponent backwards. Happened once, and now anytime I fall that way it goes out. I ain't gonna fall on my back. I'll get beat," Joe explained, his head lifted from the table. "I figured that's what was going on. I had a chiropractor before, but she retired. She had a real good way of getting rid of these."
Scribbling notes at the end of the file, the otter looked up over the edge of the manila folder in his paws. "What's that?"
"She did this thing where she stuck her finger just up inside me and pulled backwards on the tip of the bone, and it always pops back into place real fast and it never comes back. I was hoping you could do the same thing."
The otter felt the color drain from his face, and his rounded ears flattened against the top of the head. "The... internal move?" he stammered, his head dipping down a little bit.
Lifting his head, Joseph tilted it to look at his new doctor. "What's the matter? You saying you can't do it?"
Truthfully, the otter didn't have a lot of hang-ups like many of his colleagues did about doing internal coccyx adjustments. "Well, I uh, no.... I've just, uh, never done one. I know how to do one, I just never have." And to do your first one, unsupervised, on such a huge man, was something he was mentally unprepared for.
"Then do it," the malamute nearly commanded in a gruff tone. A jolt jumped through the otter; even if he'd wanted to refuse, he would have a hard time telling the gigantic man no.
"Uh... uh... all right, I'll do my best, but if it doesn't work, I'm going to try the move I usually do, okay?" Scurrying to the cabinet in the room, the otter pulled out a dark blue patient gown. He unfolded it, and placed it onto the side of the table the malamute lay upon. "I'll need to have you in this. You can leave your shirt on, but I uh, obviously need access to the lower area." Joseph grunted as he sat up and took the gown from the otter, and just afterwards, Dr. Grainger left the room.
Stepping outside the door, Colson felt his heart racing. He placed a paw over his chest, feeling his rapid pulse, and feeling the sweat on his brow. He was going to see that big, sexy dog naked! Wait! Sexy? He wasn't allowed to feel such things about patients. It was highly unprofessional and could cost him his job if anything happened. He tried getting the image out of his head of Joseph, naked from the waist down, and certainly that big cock he certainly must have, swaying in between his legs.
Looking down in between his legs, the otter caught sight of his erection pressing up into the front of his black slacks. It made quite the prominent bulge that absolutely couldn't be missed, even to a casual glance.
He heard a knock on the door behind him in the hallway. "You coming back in? It doesn't take very long to get into this thing, you know."
"Oh! Yeah, yeah... uh, coming right away," the otter said. He tugged down the bottom of his clinic jacket, and reached inside his pants. He pulled up his erection so that it set across the underside of his waistband inside his slacks, and was nearly unnoticeable now, save for a slight thickening in the front of his slacks. That would have to do.
Clicking the door open again, he found the malamute on his stomach again, on the table, in the gown. He walked up to the edge of the table with shaky feet, his uncoordinated gait nearly stumbling him into the side of the malamute. "Oh, um, drat. I'll have to use ultrasound gel for uh, you know. I don't actually have any KY or anything around here, since I don't normally do these."
"Fine."
After opening a cabinet near the floor of the office room, the otter produced a tube of clear gel, certainly meant for something other than what he was going to apply it for. The otter also grabbed a couple of latex gloves from the same drawer. He'd rarely used them- once for a pelvic exam, and another time for a mouth inspection, but never for something like this. Aligning himself behind the malamute, he said, "I'm going to undo the bottom velcro here, okay?" With a gruff of a reply from the malamute, the otter did as he said. He was nearly floored by what he saw. Underneath the dog's lowered curly tail, he could easily see the gigantic set of furry balls that lay against the cover of the blue gown underneath the dog. They were plump, perfectly shaped, low riding, and very, very large. The otter's breath hitched in his chest and for a moment, he paused. "I... I, uh, need you to curl your tail up along your back if you would, please," he managed to tell Joseph. He felt as if he were about to lose all ability to speak.
Joseph did as he was told, and his naturally curly tail spiraled further up the middle of his back, exposing the area where the otter had to work. Colson focused on the procedure in an attempt to clear his head. "Okay, we're going to do it now, okay? Please let me know if it hurts and I'll stop."
"Jesus, kid, you act like you're performing major surgery, it ain't hard or nuthin'."
Prying open one of the dog's strong asscheeks, the otter pressed his finger, which he already had lubricated, to the dark pucker underneath the malamute's tailbase and slipped it inside, which was surprisingly easy. The canine must really be used to this; he was very relaxed. Pressing his finger further in, the otter twisted his finger around and lifted upwards until he felt the tip of the coccyx against his finger. As he had learned to do, he pulled it towards himself while lifting upwards on it slightly. After about 5 seconds of pulling, the otter felt a soft pop of the bone shifting inside the malamute, and the large dog let out a loud groan.
"Ahhh, yeah, you got it, that's it," he said, lifting his head upwards and pressing up on his arms. His heavy balls drooped downwards with the pull of gravity as he stood up and straightened his back. "Yes. Finally, it doesn't hurt anymore," the malamute said, stretching his arms above his head.
The otter was too dumbfounded, staring at the dog's backside, to enter into any enjoyment of a successful clinical intervention. His green eyes rode every bump and curve of that perfectly shaped ballsac the older canine sported. Hearing nothing but silence from behind him, Joseph spun around on his bare feet. The otter quickly jumped to attention and looked up at the canine's face. "Oh! I'm glad it feels better. It's my first time doing that, so I'm pretty happy it worked."
He was met with suspicion rather than gratitude. Big, brawny dog arms crossed the malamute's chest. "Staring at my balls, kid?" he pointedly asked.
Stammering, backpedaling, the otter reeled in his mind and on his feet. "What? No, no! I was just thinking! I swear I wasn't..." The otter was cut off by the malamute.
"Sure you were. What else could you be staring at?"
"... no, I wasn..."
"Damnit, kid, there's no sense in denying it now, you're just making yourself look bad. If you wanted a look, you could've asked me after you were done, you know. You've got my number," said the gigantic canine with a gruff, low chuckle. "C'mere," he said, waving a large hand towards the otter.
Colson stared at that big paw for several long moments, and then looked to the malamute's eyes. They weren't confrontational, nor did they seem to hold any hint of falseness. He could feel a lump forming in his throat where he stood, as well as his sheath filling with his rapidly erecting cock as well, now free of his waistband. As if he wasn't controlling the movements of his legs, the otter felt himself being drug by some unknown pull towards the man sitting on his table.
He stood in front of the huge dog, mesmerized completely, green eyes open and watchful over the dog's face. Standing with tented dress slacks in front of his patient, the doctor swayed as if the ground shifted with the force of a minor earthquake.
"You want to see it, kid? Yes or no?" Placing his gigantic hand over the otter's shoulder, the dog lowered his brows, issuing forth a rumbling growl from his voice box. His intent wasn't to frighten the otter into reversing engines and course, but rather to force him into the situation. It was successful.
"Y-yeah, I guess, but I can't, I mean, it's against the hippocratic oath and everything and..."
Grabbing the otter's wrist in his paw, Joe drew it across his lap where the gown lay rumpled across his middle. Stuffing the otter's webbed fingers underneath the paunch of his round stomach, he forced the mustelid's digits the press right into the heated, thick ridge of his furred sheath. Forcing the otter's fingers to curl around the breadth of his member, the malamute smirked with enjoyment, watching the otter's expression.
The young, short otter was beside himself. He couldn't keep his entire arm from trembling, and his chest was puffing in and out with rapid, shallow breaths, very close to hyperventilation. Colson couldn't muster the strength to actually squeeze around the girth himself, rather, he was forced into doing so by virtue of the canine's paw guiding into such activity.
"Oh g-gawd," the otter stammered, unable to move legs or body from his current position.
The malamute was delighted, to put it mildly. It had been a long while since he'd gotten a cute, young thing fawning over him like the otter was. He was going to milk the situation for everything it was worth. Taking the otter's paw away from gripping his sheath, which had grown larger in both length and thickness since first touch, he grabbed the edge of the gown, and started lifting it from his lap. "This thing needs to come off. I think you need to appreciate the entire package, kid." Turning his eyes towards the otter's, the malamute stared into them with a hint of command. "And you are going to appreciate it."
Pulling the gown across his body and draping it off to the side of a broad thigh, the malamute bared himself without another word. Spreading his legs open, the dog gave the otter a perfect view of his rather big puppymaker. Underneath the cover of the dog's bulged gut, a freely hanging, white furred sheath rested with its weight pulling it to the left side, laying the fuzzy holder across the dog's thick inner thigh. It was bulged noticeably, the lip of it stretched open to provide a glimpse of a domed pink glans, smooth and glossed with a bit of clear fluid. At the root of the canine's sheath lay those heavy nuts Colson had spied earlier, hanging with their seed-heavy weight. The malamute had something of a thick bush around the base of his cock, though the pubic fur was noticeably trimmed to keep it from being too wild. It seemed to be the end of a longer trail of dark, silvery hair that spanned the distance from at least the big dog's navel, since that was as far as he could see. Based on size alone of the twin globes, the otter guessed the malamute could cover half his body in semen and still have room for more. The thought only ran the proverbial flag up the otter's flagpole even further.
"Jesus, kid, you just gonna stare at or you gonna get to sucking it already?"
Without waiting for Colson to make a move, Joseph pressed one of his expansive paws against the back of the otter's skull and drove it downwards towards his crotch. Catching the mustelid off guard, the force of the malamute's downward push was enough to drop the otter's cheek into his lap, making him grind the side of his muzzle into the canine's pheromone-rich sheath. The fur covering the dog's sheath was surprisingly soft and smooth, not what the otter would've expected if he'd been able to think about such things at the moment. The little otter's nostrils flared as he sucked in the dog's rich, musky scent. On anyone else, the scent might've proven to be offensive, but it just fit with the general overview of the canine.
The paw on the back of the otter's head curled into the back of his headfur, and gave a tug to pull his head to the front of the dog's crotch. Holding the otter's head still inches above his full sheath, Joseph took up his length in his other paw. Black pads closed around the lip, and started to skin the white fuzz towards his hips. First revealed was that very un-canine like dicktip, contours smooth, rounded, glans shaped overall like a broad mushroom, flare wider than the shaft connecting it to the root of his body. Unable to move, frozen in position even though the paw at the back of his head was removed, Colson could only stare at the older dog's pole. Several moments went by.
"Damn, kid, you need an instruction booklet with that? Thought you knew all about procedure, being a doctor and all. Get..." insistently yanking the otter's head forward, the dog drove Colson's lips against his cocktip, and the natural lubrication seeping from the dog's cumslit caused the glans to slip off to one side to bump against his cheek. "... on it, already," the dog continued, pressing the whimpering mustelid's mouth to his cocktip again. The second time, Joseph got what he wanted- Colson's lips parted around the broad swell of his tip, and the heated, wide muzzle of the mustelid was stuffed with a good four inches of his turgid pink puppymaker. A guttural groan rewarded the otter as his tongue washed the underside of Joseph's dick. "Rrrrgh... fuck, kid. That's it," the dog spat out.
Colson couldn't believe what he was doing. He was having sex with a patient, in his own office! This was so forbidden, so against everything he stood for and every ideal he was supposed to uphold. But what was he supposed to do? The dog truly took his control board and smashed every single button on it repeatedly until it broke. The otter was at the mercy of the older malamute's force, his whims, his everything. He couldn't even think of how to begin to get out of the situation he found himself in, but then, most of him was telling him just to enjoy it and not worry about what could happen if he got caught. Even if the otter wanted to reciprocate in sexual attentions, he wasn't given a choice. The malamute above him had already started in to moving the otter's head across the top half of his dick, which was incredibly difficult to take. It was so thick! It made his jaw ache already, and he'd only had his mouth around the thing for a couple moments, but it felt like he was trying to fit a coke bottle in between his lips. Not only that, but the thing was long too. Peering down the shaft of the cock he had in in between his lips, he was only a little more than halfway down it at the furthest point of his mouth slipping across it.
Joseph narrowed his eyes as he stared down at the cute, young mustelid struggling to work across his cock. "Damn, kid, and I ain't even told you to suck yet," the dog commented. Fact was, Colson wasn' t even providing that sort of stimulation yet; it was hard enough as it was to just have the thing in his mouth, let alone try to suck on it. "It's lucky for you I ain't cum in a while. I ain't gonna be in here long," the malamute warned.
That comment sent chills up the otter's spine. The big dog was going to cum, too? He hadn't realized it too much, but the gigantic dog was precumming an incredible amount. Colson had trouble noticing something like that, when his own drool was enough to fill his maw, being held open by virtue of such a large piece of male. The examination table the large dog sat upon began to creak in protest asthe guiding movements of the gigantic paw on the back of the otter's head began to increase their pace, and the malamute's hips set to thrusting as well. It nearly choked the otter several times, as the combination of the two movements, plus a growing orgasmic frenzy inside Joseph drove his plump dick into the otter's throat.
"God damnit kid, I'm gonna blow.... I'm gonna fuckin' drown you..." spat Joseph, his fingers curling taut in the otter's hair, effectively rendering him motionless, although the dog's hips hardly remained so. "Don't swallow it, kid. Hold it in your mouth."
Moments after his instructions, Joseph's dick lurched inside the otter's mouth, and a gigantic burst of milky fluid was let go. The taste was strong, incredibly strong, and was so salty that it nearly made the otter gag. With the second burst of warm dog cream into his maw, the otter felt as if he was already drowning. A bit of the thick, gellid goop swelled from over his tongue to his lips, escaping his spread lips to drizzle down the front of his chin. But it hardly stopped there. The snarling dog above him kept on pumping those broad hips, his gut swaying, the treasure trail leading from his chest to his crotch marking the middle of that sway. Three... four.... five... eight.... twelve! It was amazing to the otter on the opposite end of the orgasm. He started to cough; he was following the instructions ofthe canine in not swallowing his load, but it filled up his mouth so much during the process that it was starting to tickle the cough mechanism at the back of his pharynx. Joseph abruptly yanked his dick out of the otter's mouth, releasing the flood of cum from his mouth over the table in between the dog's thighs. Some of it dripped across his nutsac, mixed with the otter's saliva.
Colson stood in shirt, tie, and slacks in front of a naked, elderly malamute who had just finished emptying himself in his mouth. Slackjawed, cum dribbled over his lower lip, over his chin, where a river had formed, diverting the ample outpouring from his muzzle in a straight line to slip off the end of his chin. The dog's white fluid had gotten all over his striped tie and the front of his black slacks, and there was quite a bit on the floor that had dripped off the front of the table. The malamute simply sat there with a satisfied expression on his face, a pompous one indeed, as he held his three-quarter stiff staff in cover of his black padded paw. "Open your mouth, kid, I wanna see it in there," muttered the placid dog.
Colson's cheeks burned with the rush of embarrassment. His cookie-shaped ears flattened against the top of his streamlined head, and he hesitated. He felt violated enough as it was; he didn't need his aggressor to further humiliate him. Seeing the otter hesitate, the older dog pressed his thumb to the otter's chin, and pressed downward, opening his lips passively. Spindly threads of rich, creamy seed began to stretch from the otter's tongue to the roof of his mouth, and upon further dropping of his lower jaw, the excess reservoir of malamute jizz began to pour over his chin. Attempting to keep it from spilling too much, the otter rolled his head forward and tried tucking his lips together, but not in time to keep a splatter of fluid from leaking from his lips, dropping in a rope over the top of the dog's half erect staff.
Sputtering a growl through his lips, the malamute tucked the otter's mouth closed with two large fingers clasping around the wide end of his muzzle. "Drink it, kid," he finally commanded, providing cephalad pressure underneath the otter's mandible to extend his head back. The surprised otter was forced to gulp down the acrid tasting stuff, the malamute brushing his thumb down the otter's neck to encourage a gulping motion. And gulp the otter did, as it took several large swallows to force the malamute's creamy load down his gullet. "Good boy," Joseph whispered in a slightly condescending manner. "But you're hardly done. That fine butt of yours is gonna get a nice pounding." The otter's eyes widened until the whites were the size of expensive porcelain china. This only made the malamute guffaw in personal enjoyment. "Don't tell me you haven't thought about how this big dogdick would feel in your ass. I've seen it in your eyes already several times."
The malamute stood up off the table, and the gown temporarily covered the dog's body as it was meant to do.
"N-no," the otter said shamefully, lowering his eyes and looking away from the older canine. He turned on his feet and covered his eyes with a webbed paw. "I've done too much already. If the state board ever found out about this, I could lose my license." The otter placed his paw over the doorknob as he attempted to exit the examining room, but found that his foreword momentum from the slightly opened door was suddenly lost, due to a thick paw having found its way into the back of his pants, along the beltline. He was drug backwards by that strong, gigantic grapple, until his entire back was pressed against the front of the now very naked feeling dog behind him. The paw keeping him still slid around his waist to his front, and started to fumble with his belt, undoing it. A frightful gaspescaped Colson's mouth as he reached for the dog's wrist. "Wait, stop! Don't do that!" cried the doctor, struggling with trying to remove Joseph's paw before it made any significant progress with undressing him.
The combination of the otter's squirming movements, verbal protests, and physical interventions proved to be unsuccessful in preventing his slacks from eventually drooping on his hips. They caught over his erection, such as a towel would hang on a hook, but they were yanked off by the dog's large paw, the otter's belt buckle clanking as it hit the floor around his ankles. Colson felt his ears descended upon by a rather large, wet nose, snuffling across the flattened, rounded curves of his ears atop his head. They were rumbled into, before the large dog holding him across the now-naked waist whispered to him, "I'll bet you're real tight, kid. I'm gonna give you such a knot-pounding you won't forget. This ass is much, much too fine to not have it." The otter's left ass cheek was completely encased by a flattening malamute palm, claws clutching the curves of the supple, brown globe. Colson could only whimper as Joseph repositioned his hips behind him.....
To be 'tied up' in part 2!