A Day at the Dentist

CONTENT WARNING: This story contains elements of non-consent/reluctance, medical abuse, incapacitation via drugs, and more. If you do not want to read those topics, you have been warned.

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"Mr. Bettiker?"

Sitting in the sterile lobby of my new dentist's office, I don't even lift my head when my name is called. Mr. Bettiker is my father, I'm just Josh, dammit! But no, not anymore. I'm a man now and will have to get used to this.

"Right this way."

This is actually the first appointment I've ever made for myself. Having just moved out at 23, I'm still used to being coddled by my parents. Of course they still support me financially but it's hard navigating the adult world! Finding a dentist that matched my insurance, the copay, bills, bills, more bills, AH! I don't know if I'm ready for this!

"Here we are, the doctor will be right with you."

I twiddle my thumbs after taking a seat on the plush teal chair. There's a photo of a quintessential suburban family on the wall, four kids and a happy couple. It's nice to see these are the kinds of people I now live around. Hearty, healthy, grounded people. Not like the insanity and vanity of my native Los Angeles.

A few minutes later the man I recognize from the photo lumbers in. He's so tall he has to duck under the doorframe, and damn, he's big too! Probably north of 250 lbs but certainly not fat, just a corn-fed, Midwest man. As the 6'3" star of my college football team I'm used to being an alpha male, but I have to remember none of that means shit in the real world. This guy has me on height, weight, plus he's a damn doctor! I really have to step my game up!

"You must be Josh," the big man says as he offers me his massive palm.

I try to stand but am kept down by his other hand on my shoulder. Intimidated by his aura, I offer a flimsy shake. My quarterback's palm feels tiny in his hairy bear paw, and though he opts not to crush me his warm greeting is arguably more emasculating.

"I'm Dr. Wellington, your new dentist. Did you just move to St. Louis?"

He still hasn't pulled his hands away and I stumble, "y-yeah. From Los Angeles."

"Ah, a California boy. No wonder your grip is so soft!"

He gives me a cheeky wink then steps back to roll up his sleeves. I can't believe how much I've already embarrassed myself during my first real outing as an adult and resolve to carry myself with more confidence and masculinity in the future--like Dr. Wellington.

I glance at the older man, hoping to one day keep my body in shape like his. His forearms are muscular and his bulging biceps strain the fabric of his tight blue button up. Though he's balding, his thick mustache and beard more than make up for it. His dark blue pants and tie scream luxury, and to top it off he smells incredible! Which reminds me: it's time to ditch the Axe body spray! Damn, no one warned me being a man was this hard!

"Usually the hygienist would clean you but she's out today," he informs me while snapping on latex gloves. "Besides, I like getting to know my new patients."

Dr. Wellington reclines my seat and shines the bright lights into my eyes.

"Open wide now, Josh, let's see those chompers."

"Aaaahhhhh......"

I slacken my jaw and allow the big doctor to trace his gloved fingers over my teeth. As usual, it's awkward to have someone in my mouth, even more so a man. I squirm as he circles my gums and inspects each molar.

"Everything feels good so far, Josh. You take excellent care of your teeth. Good oral hygiene is essential for any man, you know."

I nod awkwardly as a swirl of latex and cologne floods my nostrils.

"So, have you been enjoying St. Louis?" he asks a minute later.

I've always hated when the dentist tries to chat with their hands in my mouth.

"Mmmmyessshhh..." I gargle out.

"Glad to hear! Little different than Los Angeles, huh? Bit less fruity, ha!"

I try not to take offense and murmur, "mmmhmmm...."

"Well I'm sure it won't be long until you find yourself a nice girl to settle down with. Then you'll have a big family like me!"

Lost in memories of my ex-girlfriend back home, I apparently reply too late.

Dr. Wellington smirks wryly, "sorry, didn't mean to assume. Maybe it's a nice boy you're looking for." I desperately moan to deny his accusation but he winks, "you can never be too sure with kids these days. And don't worry, if you are I won't judge. I just thought maybe...."

Damn! Do I really strike him as that kind of guy??? My cheeks burn as this giant man stomps all over my manhood, and with him touching my tonsils I just have to lie there and take it. The cleaning continues uncomfortably with more mental and physical probing. I'm so overwhelmed by the doctor, his large body, his sausage fingers. I've never felt so small and weak, like I have no control over anything. It's a strange new sensation and my adrenaline surges.

"Okay, almost done. Let me just give you a quick cavity check then you're good to go."

Dr. Wellington brings out a sharp metal poker and begins prodding various teeth. All is going well until the tool sinks into a pit in my top left molar. I wince and see the doctor smile before he tells me I'll have to stay for a filling.

"Don't worry, it won't take long," he assures, but I'm too distraught to listen.

Not only is this my first cavity, but of all the dentists in the world it has to be this one to fill it! Ever since he swaggered in and out-manned me I've been on edge. I just want to be back in LA where everyone thinks I'm the shit. I had girls on my dick, dudes wished they were me, but now I'm just some insignificant nobody!!

"Okay, Joshy, I'm gonna give you some laughing gas now and a minor sedative. This should knock you out so you won't feel anything."

"Ummm... Are you sure I need that? I think I'll be okay....."

"Nonsense! I can't have you waking up during the procedure! Besides, a boy like you can't handle this much pain so let's get the mask on."

My cheeks flare at his insinuation that I'm a pussy but I whisper a defeated, "okay....."

A plastic mask is fitted over my nose and mouth and soon I'm lightheaded.

"Count backwards from 10."

"10..... 9...... 8.............."

The last thing I see is Dr. Wellington's massive bulge as he messes with his fly. I hear his belt jingle faintly before I'm sucked into the blackness of psychoactive drugs. When I wake up some time later I don't remember much. My mouth and jaw are sore, but that seems normal. Strangely, my zipper is undone, but I must've done that to get comfortable. I'm still woozy as the big doctor tells me I can't eat or drink for an hour.

"We don't want to ruin my hard work now, do we?"

I groan at the bitter taste but tell him okay.

"Good boy! Let's keep that attitude whenever you're with me. Nice and respectful. I can't be fixing your teeth if you don't listen, right?"

Delirious, I reply, "uhhhh.... Sure...."

"By the way," he says while lifting my limp body. "You'll need to come back next week for another filling. I want to see how your sweet little mouth handles this one first."

I'm so high I can barely understand him and weakly nod yes.

"Great! Now let's get you over to the receptionist so he can schedule you in."

Dr. Wellington puts his arm around my broad shoulders and walks me into the lobby, where an effeminate twink in scrubs is sitting behind the front desk.

He smiles coyly and asks with a lilt, "which day works best for you?"

"Joshy here is going to be back a week from today, no later!" The doctor turns to me and asks if I understand.

"Yesss, sirrrr...." I slur, and he and the receptionist giggle to each other.

"Great! Now let me walk you to your car."

The athletic body I pride myself on feels powerless under Dr. Wellington's arm. He guides me effortlessly through the parking lot, controlling me like a puppet, even going so far as to open the door for me. All I want is to go home but I know it's up to him to decide when we're finished.

"It was so nice to meet you, Joshy." There's that nickname again... "Now remember, nothing in your mouth for at least an hour, but the longer the better. Okay, see you next week at 3!"

While ushering me into the car, Dr. Wellington sneaks a hand back and squeezes my butt. By the time I've registered what's happened the door is closed and he's waltzing back to his office.

"What the fuck...."

Why do I feel so.... Weird?? I've never been so emasculated, so thoroughly spanked! Throughout the appointment I never once had the upper hand. We did what he said when he said it, no exceptions. But beyond all that, I can't help but think something strange happened in there.....

As I drive home, faint memories of belts and zippers flash through my head. Other unexplained sensations too: an open mouth, deep probing, wetness..... I'm sure it's just nitrous oxide delusions but it all feels so real. And what about that fucking butt touch! What the fuck was that?!

The further I drive though, the crazier I sound. Surely his goodbye hug was nothing more, and obviously I unzipped my own pants. I need to stop acting like a child and finally hold myself accountable. But first, a little ice cream never hurt..... Wait, fuck. The doctor said I can't eat for at least an hour. Ugh, but this nasty taste is still coating my mouth!

When I arrive home I get straight to cleaning. I've been inspired by my doctor's impressive appearance and recognize healthy habits are crucial to not letting oneself go. I want to be just like Dr. Wellington when I'm older. Strong, capable, a true Man in every sense of the word. The longer I clean, the more my intimidation transforms into adoration. He really is a great role model and I plan on taking more mental notes next week.

A few hours later I'm eating chicken and broccoli on the couch. It's the first meal since my appointment, and when I realize that a strange sense of pride washes over me. I know it's because I not only obeyed Dr. Wellington, but went above and beyond. I'm not sure why that makes me feel good but can't deny it does.

While showering later I get horny, per usual. I grab the conditioner then lube up my 3.5 inch erection, the only part of my body I dislike. It's always seemed too small for my beefy figure, especially when soft. My teammates used to make fun of it but when they saw how girls fawn over me they finally shut up.

I think about my ex-girlfriend as I jerk off, her tight waist, round hips and perky little tits. Then I think about her friend Becky, and Samantha too... I think about all the girls who used to eye-fuck me and feel myself grow.

Strangely though my mind begins to wander.... I'm reminded of when Dr. Wellington assumed I was gay and my meat shrinks in despair. I recall more about the big doctor, how his hands never left me, always invading my space. I remember his warm smile while he probed me, his pumped chest that seemed like it might burst out of his button up. I think about his thick thighs, hell, even his solid ass! But even more, I remember just how large the bulge in his pants was before the gas knocked me out.

GULP

My small cock thickens as vague memories flood back. The way he led me to my car and even opened the door, like I'm some girl. More strange images flash: a weight on my chest, something deep in my throat. My cock is harder than ever as I try desperately to understand what the fuck happened in that office--and what the fuck is happening now!!

"Unnnhhh...."

I spread my legs slightly and exquisite tension radiates through my groin. The heat isn't forming in my cock though. No, it's coming from somewhere deeper. The further I spread the hotter I get and soon I'm bent over in a half-split.

"AHHH! AHHHHH!!!"

White hot jizz spews from my little cock. Bizarrely, the source of the orgasm is more my ass than my dick. It's hard to explain, but it's like it's being milked out from somewhere deeper, a place I've never felt until now. My insides continue to pulse, my butthole winking in sync. I'm now hyperfixated on my hole, which is impossible to come to terms with. I'm a man dammit! My ass shouldn't feel good! Yet I know it does...

While brushing my teeth before bed I picture Dr. Wellington behind me, his hand on my shoulder. In my mind he's still in his suit and tie while I'm buck naked, dick shriveled.

"That's a good boy, Joshy, we don't want you getting any more cavities."

I brush until my imaginary mentor allows me to spit, then he squeezes my butt and disappears. Shuddering, I stare at myself in the mirror, cock now fully erect.

"What the fuck is going on....."

Sleep, too, is a stressful affair. Dr. Wellington has followed me into my dreams, always behind me, one hand on my shoulder, the other on my.....

"HUUUUUHHHH!!"

I wake up gasping in a sweat, choked by the phantom weight of a man straddling my chest. An hour later I'm gagging again, as if someone is thrusting down my throat. I can't breathe and stare up at the ceiling petrified. I move my legs to see if it's a dream and intense heat burns through my groin. I spread and the warmth flows to my inner thighs and glutes.

"Unnhhh....."

I'm even harder than I was in the shower, dick like a diamond. The source of my desire is so deep and with each tug I try to pull it out. My taint twitches, I spread my legs wider.

"Ooooo....."

A wave of euphoria crashes as my groin and glute muscles stretch. I pull my thighs back, exposing my hairy hole and jerk off to this new taboo pleasure. Before I bust though, a crazed lust overtakes me. In a fiery passion I launch my hand to my taint. It's a forest down there but through the hair I find the tender button that's been begging to be touched. I graze it gently for the first time and feel it quiver in heat.

"Unnhhh...." I exhale, pressing my tight pink pucker again.

I'm humiliated to be on my back with my legs spread, playing with my own butthole, but it feels too good to stop! Overtaken by ecstasy, I lightly penetrate my virgin hole.

"Ohh... Oh fuck! FUUUUCKKK!!!"

Splash after splash of virile semen coats my solid six pack. My hairy legs are still splayed as my hole spasms around my fingertip. It's so intense, so foreign yet so unbelievably HOT! Once the bliss fades though, shame takes over. Why the fuck was I spreading my legs like a girl? And touching my butthole?? Jesus Christ! That's so fucking gay!! I bury my head in the pillows but can't hide from how good it felt. How natural......

The week before my next appointment is mentally and spiritually draining. My job doesn't start for another month so I spend my days bored and horny. But things are different now...... Ever since that miraculous orgasm I've been preoccupied with my thighs, my taint, and yes.... even my hole..... I can't help myself from spreading my legs back like a girl every time I jerk off. My groin stretches, hips open, blood flows, then when I press my pink pucker....

"OH!!!"

Another orgasm, my sixth today. Shame has kept me from pushing my finger in all the way but deep down I know I need it.....

After days of non-stop masturbation, it's finally my follow-up appointment. I don't want to go though, too scared of being emasculated again. All week I've been twitchy and anxious, sizing up other men, hyperaware of their masculinity. I feel weaker than dudes half my size, like somehow they know what I've been doing....

Hot tears stream as I drive to his office. I don't know why this man drives me to such histrionics but there's no stopping the waterworks now. When I get to the parking lot I ball my fists and try to calm down.

"Deep breaths.... Deep breaths....."

I'm feeling a little better, but everything comes crashing down when I realize I've been rock hard this whole time....

"FUCK!"

I slam my hands on the wheel and accidentally honk my horn.

BEEEEEEP

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Hey, uh.... You okay in there?"

I turn quickly and am mortified to see Dr. Wellington standing right outside my car.

"Uhhhh...."

"Come on, Joshy, we can walk in together."

He opens the door and reaches down to lift me up. Exhausted, confused, in need of strong guidance, I let him put his arm around me and walk me inside.

"You sure you're doing okay, Joshy? You seem tense."

I'm too nervous to even make eye contact with him.

"Yeah it's nothing," I lie. "Just having an issue with my landlord."

"That's why you need to own your place, son! Get you a nice piece of property that nobody can take."

"Shit, don't I wish...."

I enter the office under Dr. Wellington's arm. He tells the effeminate secretary to check me in then brings me straight to the back, skipping the three waiting patients. It's a little embarrassing to be ushered in like the belle of the ball but it also makes me feel important, cared for. The secretary rolls his eyes but I can see a sly grin underneath.

Dr. Wellington wastes no time and gets me straight into the chair while he rolls up his sleeves. There's a strange comfort in hearing his gloves snap on, smelling his classic YSL Kouros, far too strong for an office but the perfect complement to his machismo. I'm so overwhelmed by his presence but also paradoxically at ease. I know he has my best interest in mind and am excited to be near him.

"I'm going to do another filling today, okay Joshy? This time I won't knock you out though, just a bit of laughing gas to make you.... Pliable."

He lays his big paw over my hand as the plastic mask is fitted. I inhale, so anxious but equally titillated. I don't know why I feel like this near him but there's no pretending I don't.

"Just breathe, that's it. I want you nice and relaxed."

He pulls the mask off and I lay back in a smiling stupor.

"I'm gonna check your tooth now, okay?"

I nod passively and loosen my jaw for him. Dr. Wellington holds my chin in one gloved hand while his other pointer and middle fingers enter my gob. He presses my tongue down, leaning forward to look inside.

"Such a nice mouth, Joshy. Perfect, really."

The doctor hasn't let go of my chin and is tracing around the inside of my cheeks. I thought I was here for a dental appointment but he hasn't even touched a tooth!

"I just need to check one more thing, okay?"

Slowly, his fingers creep towards the back of my throat.

COUGH *ACK*

I'm choking slightly but Dr. Wellington doesn't move. Gagging, I try to pull my head away but am too woozy, plus he's still holding my chin.

"Uunnhggg..." I gurgle. "Whgaaat are ygouu-"

"Shhh, son, don't fight it. I'm just seeing if you're as perfect as I think you are."

I blush scarlet but remain frozen as he continues to probe my throat. Being throat poked by the doctor sends me into a state of fight or flight and my adrenaline surges. It's just my heart that's throbbing though.... My cock has been straining since he first dove in!

"Fuck...." the doctor hisses when he sees my pants lurch. "I knew you'd like. Your jock ass is just begging to be stuffed."

No, this can't be happening!! I try to stand up but can't!

"No, no, son, you're staying right here. Don't worry, I won't do anything you won't like...." He confirms this by pulling down my jeans and revealing my rock hard teeny peeny. "Mmmm... I knew you were this kind of boy. Now let's not fight it anymore, son, just let Daddy give you what you need."

I groan weakly while Dr. Wellington pulls down his own pants.

"Oh god!!"

Like him, his erection is fucking enormous, more than double my size!

"Big, huh?" he laughs while slapping it against his hand.

I look at my own dinky boner and cringe. His thick, hairy meat suits him so well while mine is juvenile and feminine. My 210 lb frame feels like a little girl's as he pushes it towards me.

"Unnhhh... pleaaaeseee..."

"Shhhh, baby, don't fight it. Let Daddy put it in your mouth, I know you're gonna like it."