A month later and I was back in Dr Hanson's waiting room for the third time. I was as anxious as the first time, but now it was mixed with anticipation.
It was late afternoon, evening really, and the waiting room was near empty. The doctor walked out, a little late for our appointment, and locked eyes with me. A slight smile fought the corners of his mouth.
"Wes, good to see you again." His face was back to a professional mask once again. He gestured towards his office. "Come this way."
Walking with an appearance of confidence I didn't feel, I passed him as he held the door open and rather than head for the usual patient chair, I walked over behind his desk. He closed the door, and turned, surprise on his face as I sat down in his comfortable high-backed chair.
Before he could say anything, I gestured to the hard plastic seat on the other side of the desk. I glanced quickly at the nameplate on his desk.
"Why don't you take a seat, Lachlan," I offered, "and we can get started." The use of his first name seemed powerful somehow.
He looked at me confused, a word on the tip of his tongue, but instead just sank awkwardly into the chair. Inside I was singing! This had gone better than expected.
The door opened behind him, and Julian walked in, wearing some tight scrubs. He closed it behind him, snibbing the lock. I admired the way the blue material hugged his package.
"I trust you don't mind having a medical student join us for the consult?" I carried on. "No? Great! Julian, this is Lachlan. He's come in today for some help with his erectile dysfunction."
The doctor looked from one of us to the other, bewildered, but playing along, not quite sure how to break out of the strange scenario that was unfolding.
I met his eyes, my gaze unwavering.
"No need to feel uncomfortable, Lachlan." I said, in my best imitation of a reassuring doctor. "It's very common for men to experience this sort of problem, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm sure we can help."
He opened his mouth as if to say something, and then closed it again. I pressed ahead, eager to keep him off balance. This would only work if I could maintain the illusion of being the one in control.
I picked up a random paper from his desk.
"Now, it says here that the problem's been going on for some months, and that you think it might be from excessive masturbation." I fought back the smirk that tried to break out on my lips as I watched the doctor sweat. Used to being always in control, he was struggling with his sudden, inexplicable loss of power.
"Well, it's good that you've come to me to sort this out. I think we should be able to get to the bottom of it." Just the tiniest hint of emphasis on the bottom was enough to make his eyes widen ever so slightly.
I turned my gaze to Julian, standing just behind our new 'patient', Lachlan.
"First things first, we'll do a physical exam. Julian, why don't you have a listen to his heart and lungs for me."
"Sure thing, doc." Julian smiled.
He stepped closer, standing just behind the doctor. The doctor jumped as Julian's big hands slid slowly down his shoulders and over his chest.
He unknotted his tie slowly, and slid it from him, dropping it on the floor beside the chair. One by one, he undid Lachlan's shirt buttons, parting the material and revealing a healthy smattering of dark, trimmed fur running across his chest.
His nipples stood to attention instantly as Julian rubbed his hands across the bare skin.
The cold metal of a stethoscope drew a wince from Lachlan, unused to being on that end of his usual tool of the trade. Julian slid it across his chest, pausing periodically to listen. His free hand played absently with Lachlan's erect nipple.
I watched the sensual scene play out from my vantage point behind the desk. It was incredibly hot watching this confident doctor suddenly reduced to a submissive patient, merely at my suggestion.
My cock strained hard against my suit pants, aching to get free. I could see a similar bulge tenting the front of Julian's scrubs, as he rubbed his crotch against Lachlan's shoulder.
Our reluctant patient was certainly no different. The signs of his approval twitched between his legs with every flick of Julian's finger against his hard nipple. His breathing was deep and slow, his head pressed back against Julian's belly.
Wanting to maintain control of the situation, I offered some more direction.
"I'm sure it'll be easier if you just slip that shirt right off him, Julian."
I saw Lachlan glance over his shoulder at the door as Julian bared his torso.
"No need to worry, Lachlan, you're my last patient for the day." I'd deliberately booked his last appointment for this reason. "Julian here has spoken to Julie and sent her home. It seems this isn't the first time there's been a...long consultation...at the end of the day."
Finally, it dawned on the doctor-turned-patient that he was in it now. There was no-one to come and interrupt us. I couldn't tell if he was relieved or distressed by the realisation.
"Of course, we can always reschedule this if you need to go." I reassured him, giving him the same choice he'd offered me. "Like any medical procedure, we must have consent. You can just stop at any time if you're...uncomfortable. Shall we continue?"
I held his gaze as he looked at me, unblinking. The twitch in his groin gave away his decision before he rested back in the chair again, Julian's hands once more on his chest.
I nodded; the decision made.
"Now Julian," I continued, "Next a quick check of his neurological system. Erectile dysfunction can sometimes reflect a problem with the nerves. We should check a few other reflexes. Perhaps his gag reflex to begin with."
Julian needed no further prompting. Leaning over the seated patient, he rested a hand under his jaw and turned his head to one side. Slowly, he slid two fingers of his other hand into the compliant mouth.
Lachlan sucked gently on his fingers as he slid them in and out. With each entry, he slid a little further in. The doctor tolerated it well, his watering eyes the only sign of any stimulation.
Sliding his fingers out, Julian looked at me as Lachlan regained his composure.
"This gag reflex seems a little sluggish, but I think we're out of tongue depressors, doc." He said, a smirk just showing at the corner of his mouth. "Any suggestions?"
