Doctor’s Orders

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A bit of whimsy about how a married young man discovers his true identity.

For well over 4 years Tom had been fucking my wife Cindy on a regular basis. Not only was I aware, and not only did I condone their activities, I sometimes joined them. But only in a periphery role.

That role was clean-up man. I think by now we all know what that entails. First, lick the bull’s cock, then, and only when he is satisfied that I’d done my job well was I permitted to suck my reward from Cin’s cunt.

When something like that goes on for so long, it’s bound to be exposed. A careless kiss in a restaurant, groping while dancing in a night club, Cindy giving Tom head in his car while parked. His car in our driveway when I’m at work. Any number of actions could be accidently seen and the word gets out.

That is precisely what happened and why my faamily and others were confronting me. “What the hell is wrong with you johnnie? You’re married to her and she’s cheating on you for years now?”

“She’s not cheating mother,” I said defending my wife. “I know all about them. I have known from the start. I was there and that proves she isn’t cheating.”

That I knew and approved of my wife’s infidelities astonished my parents. They’d been after us to give them a grandchild but Cindy was worried that pregnancy would ruin her figure. That’s why she never let me cum in her.

Tom had convinced her that he was shooting blanks which pleased my much-relieved wife who gave Tom permission to flood her womb with his seed.

“Well I’ll be damned ,”my father said. “Our son is a cuckold, Martha.”

I sat and listened while father explained in great detail what a cuckold is and what their duties are.

“You, are you um, are you a homosexual johnnie,?” mother asked aghast at learning that Tom’s cock must have been in my mouth many times.

I blushed at her question and tried my best to reassure her that I was not gay.

She was unconvinced.

A week after they first confronted me, I got a call from father. “Son,” he began slowly and deliberately. “Your mother and I want you to come over Saturday afternoon. This is important to her so please don’t let her down.”

“Yes sir. I promise I’ll be there at 1 PM sharp.”

Friday night we entertained Tom and he and my wife paired off as usual. And as usual, I watched and performed my duties; masturbating as I brought my wife to orgasm with my mouth.

“I have to go to my parent’s tomorrow Cin. They know about Tom and want to talk to me about it some more I think.”

“They must think very badly of me, johnnie.”

“They never mentioned you Cin except in passing. No. Mother is convinced that I’m gay.”

Cindy thought about that for a minute before telling me that mother might be right. “I see the look on your face when Tom offers you his cock babe. It’s a look of ecstasy.”

“I swear Cin, I’m just caught up in the moment.”

“Uh huh. Let me ask you this and please don’t get upset. When was the last time you pestered me into letting you put your dick in me?”

For the life of me, I couldn’t remember and told her so.

“Don’t you think it odd that you have only been getting off when after having Tom’s cock in your mouth and slurping his cum from my pussy? And by the way, it’s been over a year since you last tried to put your dick in me.”

What could I say? She was right. I rolled over and tried my best to sleep. The night was a restless one.

When I got to my parents, I was kind of surprised to see several vehicles there that didn’t belong to mother or father. “Maybe it’s some kind of emergency,” I thought hurrying up the walkway.

Chairs were formed in a semi-circle with one on the middle. This was an intervention.

I looked around to see the guests were my aunt Betty and uncle Randy, Reverend Brooks who is the pastor of the church I attended with mother and father as a child, my brother and his wife, and a man I didn’t recognize who was introduced to me as Dr. Phillips.

“Sit down there johnnie,” mother said pointing to the center chair.

I sighed and took my place.

Dr. Phillips started the intervention off by saying that emotions should not be involved. Concern? Yes. But under no circumstances should this intervention devolve into a screaming match.

My mother led off stating that I had Tom’s cock in my mouth many times and that Tom was regularly having sex with my wife.

My brother scoffed, “Everyone at school knew he was a queer.”

“I’m not gay you fucking moron.”

“Easy fellows,” Dr. Phillips said stopping what would have been a full-fledged shouting match between Joe and I.

“johnnie, let your brother talk. Remember, we’re all friends and family, no arguments here.”

“Yeah, we all knew,” my brother began again. “I’m surprised you and dad didn’t. Look at him. Who wears capris slacks but women? And that short T-shirt with his belly showing under it. I mean, really?”

“They aren’t capris, Joe. They’re clam diggers.” I was beginning to get pissed off at the way things almanbahis were being twisted to prove their fractured logic.

My uncle started in by saying that he has seen me looking at the crotches of the guys he works with at the garage when I stopped by one afternoon to have my tires rotated. “He was staring at those guys, I swear he was. And I saw his dick get hard in his pants, those really short-shorts he likes to wear. You know the ones, the ones that leave half his bottom hanging out. And who but some fucking homo wears a men’s shirt two sizes too large and instead of buttoning it like it was meant to be, he ties it in a bow at his waist leaving his hairless chest exposed. If he ain’t a faggot, he’s missing a great opportunity.”

There was some general chuckling after my uncle had finished.

“johnnie came to the beach with us last summer, Aunt Betty spoke up. “God only knows what his wife was doing or who she was with but…”

“Now wait a damned minute,” I shouted. “There’s no reason to bring Cindy into this.”

“He right Betty,” Dr. Phillips said. We’re here to talk about johnnie’s actions and to see if we can’t help him.”

There was a cacophony of everyone trying to talk over each other and pastor Brooks stood and quieted them. “Please people. Be respectful of each other. Remember, we’re here because johnnie is a homosexual and we’re trying to bring him back into the fold.”

“His little dick hasn’t been in a woman’s fold for years, pastor Brooks,” my brother replied.

Everyone had a good laugh except mother who was looking at me and shaking her head sadly. “I wanted grandchildren so badly and he lets another man inseminate his wife.”

Dr. Phillips was looking at me with a strange look on his face, appraising me. It was like he was seeing something about me the others could not.

“Would it be alright if I took johnnie to your bedroom Mrs. Adams? I’d like to have a private consultation with him.”

“Please do Doctor.”

“Come with me johnnie,” Dr. Phillips said taking my hand.

He sat me in a corner chair in my parent’s bedroom. Then he placed my hand on his cock and told me to keep it there. “Don’t be alarmed, johnnie. This is a little experiment son. I want to see your reaction.”

I felt the warmth of his manhood even through his underwear and woolen trousers. I looked up at him and he had a funny smile on his face.

“Now tell me about your wife; Cindy was her name? What does she look like? Is she concerned about your homosexuality? Is she having sexual congress with that fellow Tom?”

I described by wife and admitted that she thinks I’m gay. “Tom and she have sex and I tend to them afterwards, Doctor Phillips.”

“And I assume when you say you tend to them, by that you mean you use your mouth to clean their organs?”

I could feel his cock growing stiff and I didn’t realize it but I had taken a gentle but firm grip of it.

It was embarrassing for me to answer that question but I did. Taking a deep breath, I told him, “I have a little penis. It’s not enough to satisfy my wife’s needs. Tom has taken it upon himself to do that for me. When they have finished, then yes, out of respect for Tom’s help, I use my mouth the clean his penis.”

“Cock,” Doctor Phillips said.

“Pardon me?”

“You have a penis. Tom has a cock. Am I right?”

“Yes sir. You understand then?”

“I do, johnnie. I most certainly do understand. That description you gave of you wife,, I’m sure there are many men with cocks willing to help you give her what she needs. I for one could help you.”

He pulled my face into his crotch area, his hard cock pressed against my face. I didn’t struggle to get away from him. He’s a doctor and he’s says he’s trying to help me.

His hands left my head but my face stayed pressed against him. My own little dick was twitching.

“Get undressed johnnie. Now don’t be embarrassed. I’ve seen naked boys like you many times.

I stood up and did what he told me to do. Shoes, capris, T-shirt, all off. I stood naked before his appraising eye. I stood still has the doctor ran his hands over my body. He cupped my round bottom in both hands, giving my buttocks a squeeze. He diddled with my erect penis and hefted my balls. Just as he let go, he used his middle finger to flick the head of my dick. “Nice. Cute little penis, already erect and leaking. Hardly menacing at all. No hair anywhere but your head. Perfectly round buttocks. Very nice.”

“This next little experiment will tell me a lot about you and your so-called condition, johnnie. I want you to relax and do what comes natural for you.”

I watched as he opened his trousers and fished out his big cock. He stepped close to me and I felt him rubbing himself on my tummy. My dick rose to the occasion.

I didn’t resist when I felt his hand on my shoulder pushing me down to my knees. “Now let’s see what comes naturally to you johnnie.”

His cock was big, maybe larger than Tom’s. A huge mushroom looking head, purple, the slit maybe a half almanbahis yeni giriş inch long. My mouth went dry. I licked my lips and stared at the wonderful instrument of love before me.

“Would you like me to remove my trousers, johnnie, so you can see my balls?”

I looked up at the good doctor and nodded. My heart was beating rapidly, my breath coming in pants.

“Why don’t you remove them, son? Help me out while you’re down there.”

He stood tall and proud, hands on his hips watching as I unfastened his belt and pulled his boxers over his erection.

Dr. Phillips balanced himself, using my head for support as he stepped out of his trousers.

There, in only a Polo shirt and socks, stood a real man. His balls churned, his cock throbbed, my mouth watered. Once again I looked up at him. Part of me wished he’d end this experiment, but inside I knew what I really wanted. So did doctor Phillips.

“Do what you feel, johnnie.”

It was hard for me to not to do what I wanted to do, what I needed to do. I was kneeling in front of a nearly naked man. A man with a cock to be admired, respected.

I felt doctor Phillips’ hand on my head gently pulling me closer. His cock was pulsing an inch from my mouth, throbbing, warming my face, calling me to tend to its needs.

His scent was almost intoxicating. I was dizzy with lust. With some strange guttural sound coming from me, I took his cock in my hand and rubbed it all over my face.

“Yes son. That’s it. Do what you feel you must,” the doctor urged me on and letting me know it was okay at the same time.

I kissed the big head running my tongue over the gland, savoring the masculine taste of pre-cum that filled my senses.

My left hand cupped the big churning balls, hefting them and gently using my finger nails to stimulate them.

I heard the doctor moan in appreciation. “You’re a natural, johnnie. A natural cock sucker.”

And I did suck his cock. I took his magnificent tool deep in my mouth sucking hard to draw forth his seed. I bobbed my head furiously, sucking the shaft, licking the head, and tasting his essence.

There was a knock at the door. I tried to pull off doctor Phillips’ cock but he used both hands to hold me in place. “Come in,” he said answering the knock.

“Oh my,” exclaimed pastor Brooks. “What do we have here doctor?”

“johnnie here, was just pledging the Hippocratic Oath. reverend.”

“I see. How wonderful of him. Do you mind if I administered the sacrament?”

“Please do. johnnie could use some spiritual guidance right about now.”

From the corner of my eye I watched pastor Brooks take off his trousers but leaving on his black shirt and white collar.

He came over and stood beside the doctor. “Do you mind doc? I need some lube before I can tend to one of my flock.”

Doctor Phillips stepped aside and pastor Brooks placed his cock on my lips.

I wasn’t sure what he had in mind when he said he wanted lubed up but he made his intention clear. “Suck it for me my son. Open your mouth and use your God given talent to worship my God given cock.”

I slobbered all over his cock wondering if what I was doing would bring me closer to the Lord. I didn’t think it would but one never knows when it comes to issues of faith.

“Praise be to God, this boy can suck a cock. He has the lips of an angel..”

When he was sure I had performed well, lubricating his cock, he removed it from my mouth. Tussling my hair he told me to brace myself for the sacrament.

I felt him rub the head of his cock between the cheeks of my ass when doctor Phillips again fed me his wonderful cock.

“Push out johnnie. When pastor Brooks pushed in, you push out.”

In no time at all I was double teamed, sandwiched between the doctor and the pastor.

At first they moved in and out but decided I should set the tempo. “Fuck yourself back and forth son,” pastor Brooks commanded.

And I did. I rocked back and forth, first taking the doc’s cock deep in my throat. I had Tom to thank for training me not to gag. Then I’d buck back and let pastor Brooks fill me with his holy spirit as he called his cock.

“What do you think doctor? Is this sheep a faggot?”

“My diagnosis is no. Now I can’t be sure until I have him visit my office for more tests but I think he suffers from a lack of masculinity. Maybe his testosterone is low. If you would care to join me, perhaps you and I could have johnnie ingest our testosterone on a regular basis and that might, just maybe help him become more manly.”

“Doctor, I would gladly be of help to this poor lost lad. I enjoy tending to my flock. Perhaps you and I should also try to heal whatever malady has infected his wife.”

“I was thinking the very thought, pastor. Anointing her with your blessing and me injecting a possible cure, could do wonders for the young lady.”

“Saving her soul would be my pleasure doctor Phillips.”

And so it was decided while the had their cocks in me that I might become more manly almanbahis giriş with additional treatments, get closer to my Lord and bring about positive changes in my wife.

“Sweet Jesus and praise the Lord,” pastor Brooks prayed when filling my bottom with his sacrament.

“Be sure to swallow it all johnnie. Take my seed and let it fill you, nurture you, seep into every pore and cell of your body. Let it cure what ails you.”

My own dick had been leaking profusely and I was in a constant state of orgasm.

“Yes,” doctor Phillips said smiling down at my still quivering body as he pulled his trousers up, “A few more treatments might just be what the doctor ordered.”

“Then it’s agreed,?” pastor Brooks inquired. “Tell me the days and times johnnie will come to you for additional treatments and I will be happy to assist you.”

“I’ll have my secretary email the schedule.”

Minutes later the well satisfied pastor and doctor, with me standing between them face my parents and the others. I was rubbing my sore bottom as doctor Phillips announced to the group who had come to the intervention that I was not gay.

“Bullshit” I heard my brother say to himself.

“Really? ” mother said hopefully. “Are you sure?”

“No Ma’am, your son is not a homosexual. He lacks testosterone. Between pastor Brooks and I and with johnnie visiting my office three times a week for treatments, I think we can maybe make a man out of him. No promises made but I will give him my best effort. At the same time, pastor Brooks will fill his spiritual void. We may also be able to help provide you with the grandchildren you so desire as well.

Mother smiled and clapped her hands. “Thank you. Thank you both.” Coming to me, she kissed me. “That’s wonderful. I knew my baby wasn’t some queer or something. But damn johnnie, You really should do something about your breath. It smells like a men’s room.”

“Yes mother. I will take care of it,” was all I could say hoping that the sacramental sperm oozing from my bottom wouldn’t stain my capris.

When people were leaving, I saw pastor Brooks and doctor Phillips high-five my brother for some reason. Maybe he’s happy they can help me be a man.

My wife was doubtful. “I don’t know babe. Sperm injections? They said that would help make a man out of you?”

“Yep. Both the doctor and pastor Brooks have promised me all the help they can give me. They both would like to see you too.”

“Me? For what?”

“They said they might be able to help you give my mother a grandchild.”

“Really,” Cin said thinking on what I had just told her. “I really don’t want children. I mean I do but don’t want what having them would do to my figure.”

I assured her that doctor Phillips was aware of her concerns but, saying it 2001 now and great gains have been made in that area. She could get preggers and get her figure back.

“Maybe they’re right,” Cin said after thinking about it. “I’ll make an appointment with Dr. Phillips on Monday.”

I’d now been seeing doctor Phillips three times a week for the last 4 months. Almost every time, pastor Brooks was there to help me with my faith.

The routine consisted of much of the same, doctor Phillips would treat me by having me ingest his cock and pastor Brooks would anoint my soul from within.

Cindy started seeing Dr. Phillips and pastor Brooks too. They had a positive effect on her. She was more confident, seemingly happier, and always ready to go back for treatments.

It was after my 15th visit that doctor Phillips suggested a radical now procedure. “johnnie, there has been a break-through in medical science that deals with boys like you.”

Handing me a small pink box he told me to open it and take out the contents.

“Panties, doctor?”

“Now son,” he smiled. “They are not panties though I thought you’d say that. Nope. They’re Manties.”

“Manties? What are they for?”

“Why johnnie, they’re to help you. See, the break-through found that by wearing something soft, something that would cradle your little balls just so, something that would feel pleasant on your little penis, and at the same time, uplift and accentuate your nice plump bottom, did wonders for bois like you. Manties increased their sexuality, their desirability all of which served to increase their drive.

“Really,?” I asked with a little doubt.

“Trust me johnnie. I’m your doctor. Now put them on please.”

I removed my clothes, which by now wasn’t a big deal at all. But when I slid the Manties up my legs and over my bottom, I had to admit they felt nice.

“What do you think,” Doc. Phillips asked as he removed his own trousers.

“I love them doctor,” I gushed. “They feel great. They hold me in front like you said, and I can feel my bottom being shaped.”

“That’s good my boy. They even have an absorbent gusset in the crotch to soak up any discharge you may experience.”

“You think that pastor Brooks will like them?”

I think he’ll be more than happy to tend to your faith when you wear them, johnnie.”

I thought about that as I settled to my knees between the doctor’s spread legs. “I hope so, sir.”

“I know so sweet boi. I know he will. Enough talking for now. Time for you to get your testosterone treatment.”

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