Luke's First Appointment

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Luke leaned against the car window and tried to calm himself down. It was bad enough with this new problem. Lately, he just couldn’t catch a break. His ass was clearly growing bigger, he went up an underwear size last week and it is already skin-tight. Even worse, he’d have to change his underwear multiple times a day thanks to his leaking hole! Manny would still come after school, but their weekly “workouts” weren’t having the same effect that they used to. Sometimes, Luke would start to get all juicy and wet even after Manny had left. Eventually, he knew something was seriously wrong. So he turned to the most trusted figure in his life.

Coach Tom cared deeply for Luke, and was shocked and concerned when Luke asked to speak with him about a strange problem. He was even more shocked and disturbed when the boy got him alone in his office and proceeded to turn around and peel off his soaking wet shorts, revealing a gushing, gulping pink hole in between his enormous butt cheeks. Tom had noticed Luke’s growing butt, and the fact that he seemed to change shorts multiple times in one day, but he figured it was just due to the boy going hard at his workouts and changing due to the sweat. But face to face with Luke’s winking puck, his brow furrowed with worry, and his big dong twitched with lust.

It was no secret that Coach Tom was hung. The boys had seen him in the gym showers after practice once. Besides that, it was hard to ignore the meaty bulge when Coach wore his blue shorts, or the audible slapping sound it made when he jogged as the obviously thick and long cock made contact with his tree-trunk thighs. Sometimes, Luke would find himself staring at Coach’s bulge during practice, but would quickly have to excuse himself as his hole began to gush unrelatedly.

Whatever was wrong with Luke, he was determined to find a solution. After searching online for hours, he finally found something that seemed similar to Luke’s problem. He read an article about a quack sports physician that presented a weird disease at some conference. He was laughed out and discredited. But, the symptoms. “Increased gluteal development”. “Lubricant fluid discharge from the anus”. This sounded familiar… Sure, this doctor could be a crazy person, but who else would even suggest talented male athletes would start developing, huge, leaking wet bubble butts? He took a chance and found the phone number for the doctor’s clinic, and made the appointment.

“You alright there, Luke?” Tom put his hand on Luke’s shoulder in concern. Luke shuddered, and nodded. His eyes trailed down to Tom’s lap, and the twitching bulge barely contained in those mesh athletic shorts. They were so small, in fact, that the bulbous tip of Coach’s cockhead was poking out. Luke shut his eyes and gripped the car dash and door handle to steel himself.

“Ohhhh fuuuuuuccckkk!!!” He moaned, as he felt a glob of juice squirt out of his hole and all over the carseat.

“God, I’m so sorry Coach! I know you just got this Audi recently.” Coach only squeezed Luke’s shoulder tighter affectionately.

“It’s alright, Luke, that’s why we put those puppy pads down. Hopefully they can handle your… situation. Just hang in there. We’re almost there.”

Coach pulled into the parking lot of the nondescript office building. He helped Luke get out of the car and wrapped his muscular arm around the teen jock’s shoulder to help steady him. Due to Luke’s condition, he had to walk almost like a waddle. Eventually, they made it to the right place. A wooden door with a plaque that read:

Dr. Johan Carson, MD

Luke hesitated at the door. A mix of fear and anticipation made his body shudder. Coach gripped his shoulder and gave it a supporting squeeze. Luke shivered in response, as another glob of juice dripped down his muscular thigh.

“You can do it, Luke. I’m here to support you.” Coach reassured. Luke grinned weakly in thanks, then gulped as he pushed the doors open.

They entered into a small waiting room, with just a couple of chairs on the side. Sitting at a desk on one end of the room was an older man. He stood when Luke and Coach stepped inside. Luke took a long look at this man, his potential salvation.

Dr. Carson was a tall, slim man in his late 50’s. His hair was so blonde it was almost pure white and a dense, closely cropped beard. Despite his age, his posture suggested a man who was active himself. He had cool, slate-blue eyes, and a serious face.

“Welcome, Thomas, Luke.” He nodded at each of them. He spoke with a slight accent. Swedish? Scottish?

“Come, come. Based on the way that Luke here is walking, I think we should get started right away.” He spoke in a straight, matter-of-fact way. This was a serious, studious man, highly professional. His formality put Luke at ease somewhat. This was clearly not some seedy scam. He led the two down a hallway into a room off to the side. It was a typical examination room, with an exam table in the center, and various shelves and cupboards on one wall. A large lamp shone from above.

“Before we get started, I hope to discuss what we have planned today. As Thomas may have told you, I am a sports physician. I have become interested in a pattern I am seeing in some elite athletes. However, because of the embarrassing symptoms, I have had much difficulty in finding patients for whom I can learn more about this malady. I hope that today I can begin to help you.”

“Thanks, Doc. I gotta tell you, it’s been hell for me. I thought I found something that helped, but it just got worse and worse. Now it’s happening all day, every day. I can’t sleep, I can’t study, I can’t even train.”

“Something that helped?” Dr. Carson inquired, as he pulled a clipboard from a drawer and began taking notes.

Luke recounted his first gay encounter with his best friend, Manny. And that ever since that day, they would meet up whenever Luke began to feel that strange, tingly feeling, and get wetter. Every time, for a couple hours at least afterwards, Luke would be back to normal. But lately that calm period was getting shorter and shorter, and the hungry, tingling feeling was getting more intense. Worse of all, his hole was juicier than ever!

Dr. Carson listened attentively and interjected with “Hm…” and “I see” as he took notes with careful penmanship.

“Thank you, Luke. This has been most… illuminating. Already, you are confirming some suspicions I have had, but until now unable to test. Do I have your permission to examine you?”

Luke looked back towards his Coach, who was leaning against the wall. Coach nodded.

“Yeah… go ahead, Doc. Anything to get some relief.”

“Thank you. Firstly, please dress in this medical gown so that I can examine you more easily.” The doctor gestured to a small piece of fabric on the exam table.

“Uh...doc? What’s this?” If Luke didn’t know better, he would swear this ‘medical gown’ was, in fact, a jock. And not the kind of jock he wore for his games, but the kind of tiny, sexy sportswear that is meant for more… intimate occasions. The cup was tiny and made of white mesh, practically see-through, and the straps were elastic, positioned in such a way that they would lift and separate his bulbous buttocks.

“Ah, yes. I designed it myself. It is based on an athletic supporter, but I made some modifications. The absorbent material is to prevent it being ruined by your expulsions, and the cup is meant to ensure your penis does not obstruct your anus. The straps are positioned so that I can more easily examine it.”

The whole thing sounded weird, but Luke figured he had worn jocks before already, and it seemed to make sense what the doc was saying. It wasn’t too different from a backless medical gown… right?

Luke shucked his sopping wet shorts and boxers, which landed on the tile floor with a wet SPLAT. Damn, looking down at them now, he had no idea just how wet he had been. His shorts were totally soaked, like he had been submerged in a pool. He stepped into the loops of the jock and pulled it up. Despite the very small pouch size, it was made of a stretchy material and he was able to fit his dick inside. The material seemed to nest and cling to his dick. He somehow felt more naked than being completely pantsless. The straps dug into his juicy assflesh, and Luke winced. His cheeks separated ever so slightly, and he was shocked to feel the cold air against his needy, sloppy pucker. The built jock bit down on his lip and shuddered at the sensation, feeling another drop of fluid form at his entrance.

“FUCK!” Coach had meant to say that part just in head, but it was much louder than he intended. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Luke’s ass was already impressive, bigger than a porn star’s even, but that jock just ACCENTUATED all of his ASSets. Luke looked like a faggot in heat, showing off his enormous globes to entice hung men to destroy his cunt… not that Coach knew anything about that. Coach’s dick throbbed at the sight. Luke looked up when Coach swore, and his eyes briefly met the older father figure’s lustful gaze. Luke quickly darted his eyes back down, a pink blush forming on his cheeks.

Dr. Carson noticed this reaction, and quickly scribbled something into his notes. “Luke, please lie on the exam table and raise your legs.”

Something about the older man’s voice and demeanor, how calm and detached he was, was oddly soothing to the teen. Despite how odd and unnerving the whole situation was, Luke felt like he could trust the man’s medical expertise. Even though he was about to show his leaky, needy asshole to a complete stranger, something about this felt natural and right.

Dr. Carson grabbed a square container with measurements on the side and placed it on the edge of the exam table. “This is to mention Luke’s expulsions. I need to determine the severity.”

Coach thought this was odd, because it was already quite clear that Luke was VERY severe. He wondered if perhaps the man was planning on collecting some “samples”, and could perhaps explain what the strange liquid coming out of Luke’s hole even was. Coach had wondered that himself. From it’s viscosity and texture, it was almost like lube, but it had a strange smell and flavor, a mixture of muskiness and sweetness that made Coach’s head foggy, invaded his skull and made him dream terrible, awful, exciting dreams… Coach’s cock twitched as he remembered a particularly awful one, where it was just him and Luke, alone in his bedroom…

“Mmmm fuuuuckk…” Luke couldn’t take his eyes off the prominent bulge in his Coach’s shorts and the sight had the exact reaction Dr. Carson expected. A heavy drop of juice dribbled out of Luke’s twitching orifice and splattered into the container. Almost 5 milliliters!

“Please lie back, Luke. I’m going to start stimulating your anus to test your reaction.” Dr. Carson snapped on some blue examination gloves. Unlike a typical prostate exam, there was no extra lube necessary in this case.

Luke bit his lip and grabbed onto the handles on the side of the exam table as the silver daddy’s finger started to poke and prod at his pink ring. Shivers ran up and down his spine, making eyes flutter.

“Mmm yes, Doc, just like that…” The teen jock moaned as the doctor slipped in his entire finger, right to the knuckle, with extreme ease. The jock was clearly experienced in treating his problem. In other words, he was well-fucked and had a nicely-trained pussy.

Carson withdrew his finger leaving just the tip inside. The feeling of his asshole emptying out made Luke whimper like a hungry puppy. The teen clearly needed more, and Dr. Carson obliged. He pressed a second finger to his entrance and was impressed, but not surprised, to see the boy’s asshole easily accommodate the increase in thickness. With every pump, in and out, in and out, of the older man’s fingers, more and more clear, wet juice slipped out of Luke’s hole and dripped into the bucket.

Coach was both intrigued and ashamed at what he was witnessing. This is just a medical exam, like a prostate exam. It’s not weirder than that, Luke’s just getting examined. He’s not moaning because this is anything funny. Look, the doctor isn’t even hard! If he were hard, that would DEFINITELY be weird, but clearly the guy is completely professional and everything about this is totally medical in nature. He repeated these words like a mantra as Luke squirmed on the exam table, moving his hips to meet the doctor’s finger thrusts.

Coach felt himself getting hotter and hotter, sweat forming on his formidable brow. There was a pain, a tightness in his shorts. Not only was his cock growing stiff, but his balls, two heavy orbs, felt like they were getting fuller, weighing him down. Together with his monster cock, it looked like he was smuggling a sausage and pair of potatoes, and he needed to set them free. Coach tried to adjust his shorts, but nothing he did could provide the relief he really needed, could empty out those swollen cum factories. He licked his lips as he watched the stoic doctor continue his digital assault on Luke’s hole.

Suddenly, Carson completely withdrew his fingers. Luke started to whimper again, and his chest rose and fell in panic. “Doc, please, wait, put them back in, that was working, I swear!”

“Hm, yes. Based on what you are telling me, you are used to something quite larger than a few fingers, correct?” The jock nodded frantically. “In that case, prostate stimulation alone is not having the reaction that I had hoped. I have some medical instruments I would like to try, may I proceed?”

“God, yes! Anything!!

With a short nod, Dr. Carson walked to the cabinet on the side of the room, opened a drawer, and proceeded to pull out his collection of medical instruments.

“Holy fuck!” Coach swore under his breath again. Those were the strangest ‘medical instruments’ he’d ever seen. There were six of them, all smooth black silicone cylinders, and incredibly thick, thicker than his wrist. Each of them had a tapered head that bulged out a bit. They bore an uncanny resemblance to certain… sexual products, but Coach just told himself, again and again, that this was strictly for medical use.

Coach’s jaw dropped when he saw the doctor choose the three largest sizes, the smallest among them what he estimated to be around 10 inches already, and brought them over to the exam table. Coach couldn’t help but think that the largest among them was almost as long as his own cock.

Coach couldn’t believe his eyes as the silver-haired man lined up the toy to Luke’s hole. With barely a push, it was like Luke’s pussy sucked it all in, it was so ravenous to get stretched and stuffed. The doctor made a small “Hmm” as he took mental note of just how easily the 10 inches sunk into the teen jock’s cunt.

“And how do you feel now, Luke?”

“Oh god, almost!! Fuck it’s almost there, it’s like.... FUCK, I can feel it brushing against it but it’s just not HITTING it!!”

Carson grunted again, withdrawing the dildo. As soon as he did, something inside Luke flipped. He started to grow more agitated, his body thrashing. Carson wondered if he would have to make use of the straps, which he had outfitted the exam table with as a precaution…

“GOD! NO!!! PUT IT BACK, please, GOD, Doc, please put it fucking back, please please please!”

“Please be patient, Luke.” Carson hauled out the largest dildo, with a bit of a grunt. It was heavier than it appeared, as it was a solid foot of medical-grade silicone, thicker than his wrist. Mustering all the strength he could, he pushed the toy into Luke’s greedy cunt and pushed with all his might.

“FFFFUUUUUCCKKK!!!!!” Luke exploded with ecstasy as that itchy spot, that hungry button deep in his cunt was FINALLY prodded and poked. It was unlike a sensation he had ever felt before, making his eyes roll back and seeing white spots in the ceiling. His body arched and he pumped his hips with abandon, to try and match the doctor’s deep strokes.

“FFffffuccccck!! Doc, so deep!!”

“Please steel yourself, Luke. Just a bit more.” To be frank, the Doctor’s arm was growing tired. He was not as sprightly as her used to be, and the back and forth pumping motion was doing a number on his tennis shoulder. It didn’t help that these extra-large thick, black dildos were quite heavy as well.

He pushed with all his might, his arm buckling for a moment as he hit some resistance inside Luke. “Are you all right, Luke?” the doctor asked. Curious, he thought to himself. Could the disease cause something similar to a cervix, an inner sphincter, inside sufferers?

“Oh… GOD!!! Doc, right there!! Almost there!” Luke moaned, and arched his back and bucked his hips to push the dildo in deeper. He gripped the sides of the examination table.

“Fuck, Doc, am I gonna have to hold him down? He looks like he’s possessed!” Coach was concerned, but he was feeling something else. Doctor Carson shot a quick glance to the side, where Coach had been standing and observing silently. The man’s erection was, quite frankly, frightening. No longer a semi-hard sausage barely contained in his short leg, it was now a full-mast rock-hard rod sticking straight out. He had adjusted his shorts to prevent his cock from fully popping out of the leg. However, that just had the unfortunate side effect of causing his shorts to become so badly tented that the waist band had tugged down several inches, revealing the hairy man’s bush treasure trail. The blue shorts he wore were stretched to their limits, and could barely contain the primal hardness of Coach’s man-meat. At the very tip of the tent was a large, growing wet spot. Doctor Carson noted that the coach’s impressive instrument was incredibly large, and, he estimated, a bit bigger than the dildo he had his hand wrapped around, digging into the wet, hungry cavern of a straight teen bubble butt.

“Doc, please… you’re so close!” Something was changing in the jock stud. Previously in control, he was losing himself. His voice was straining itself into a high-pitched whine. The boy was hungry, no, starving for something.

“Luke, please describe how you feel. It is essential to my understanding so that I can treat you.”

The jock teen moaned again, and he clearly strained to think straight. It didn’t help that every time he was about to open his mouth to speak, the doctor withdrew the footlong black fake hog and SLAMMED it into his perfectly tight pink ring, knocking the wind out of and forcing the teen’s head back. Every time Doc withdrew the dildo until just the head remained inside Luke’s tight teen pussy, then slammed it, balls deep. With each pump, more and more cunt slop would churn out of Luke’s juiced up snatch, spraying the stoic doctor and getting his white lab coat wet.

Coach got behind Luke, at the head of the exam table, and grabbed the teen’s shoulders with his large, muscular arms. Even someone as powerful as Coach was struggling to hold down Luke as he thrashed about in animalistic pleasure. Coach’s erection was inches away from Luke’s head, and sometimes when Luke would throw his head back, he'd knock into the spear-like dong clad only in those thin blue shorts. The monster daddy dick had stretched the already taught fabric to its limits, the seams coming undone. The material was soaked with his precum, so much so that droplets of the clear juice was dripping down from the wet spot at the tip of his tent. The 13 inch cunt wrecker was like a faucet, dripping string of daddy juice right on Luke’s face. Luke was so caught up in trying to get that dildo deeper into his cunt that he barely noticed, except for the smell of the pungent man-juice wafting into his nostrils. The sensation just sent him even more wild.

“FUCK! COACH! DOC!! There’s a fucking… there’s fucking SPOT deep in there. You’re so close, GOD, Doc please hit it!! Pound it!!! It needs to be hit, it needs to be SMASHED!!”

An idea came to Doctor Carson. A horrible, but appealing, idea.

“Luke, you said that your friend, Manny. He would insert his penis into your anus? And that would help alleviate the sensation?”

“Yeah, at first Doc… but GOD DON’T STOP… but, the spot just kept getting DEEPER, and he just wasn’t enough.”

“That’s what I was afraid of.” Doctor Carson used all his might to SLAM that dildo in one last time, pressing as hard as he could, the balls on the realistic sex toy smashed into Luke’s taint. The instrument was sheathed entirely in the teen stud, it could not possibly go any deeper. “It seems that this instrument of mine is just not quite big enough to treat you.”

Luke let out another high-pitched, yet guttural whine. The boy was clearly in such intense discomfort, bordering on pain, that those words nearly broke his spirit.

“Not to worry, Luke. Thomas, would you mind helping me with this? I believe that if we can apply pressure to that spot, deepin within Luke’s anal cavern, that is causing him such discomfort, we can help give Luke some relief.” Coach raised an eyebrow. Doc couldn’t be suggesting what Coach was thinking, right?

“You don’t mean…”

“Yes, based on an estimate, it is quite clear to me that your… rather large penis, is quite larger than my instrument here.” Doc withdrew the black dildo from Luke’s tight cunt, and dropped it. The slick tool landed on the tiled floor with a heavy, wet THUD. Luke’s pink ring quivered, but continued to gape. He moaned as a heavy glob of juice dripped out of the stretched maw, over his taint, and landed with a PLOP onto the tool.

“I’m afraid this is our only option for helping Luke.” Coach’s heart felt like it was going to burst out of his chest.

His mind was telling him ‘NO! Luke is like a SON to you, if you do this, you’ll never look at him the same way again!!’...but his dick was telling him ‘FUCK THAT BUBBLE BUTT JOCK SLUT TEASE. HE’S BEEN BOUNCING THAT PUSSY IN FRONT OF YOU FOR YEARS. NOW’S YOUR CHANCE TO TEAR IT UP!!!’... Coach hesitated. He looked down at Luke, that mop of brown hair, those pouty lips, his blue eyes welling up with tears.

Coach was on the verge of tears too. His cock was painfully repressed by the thin fabric, and his balls had only gotten heavier as he continued to watch the obscene anal assault. All pretense that this was purely medical or scientific was gone. There was no mistake that lust was causing Coach’s blood to boil, his skin on fire, his balls felt like they doubled in size! He needed to empty them. It was the only thing on his mind now, the twisting ache in his groin, the pulsating, churning sensation emanating from his fist-sized orbs. He could tell he was full of cum, probably the most he’s ever had in his life. He needed to dump that load somewhere, and he might as well put it to good use. If Luke needed cum, he was going to get it.

“Please, Coach… please… anything… I need some relief, I’m fucking DYING here!”

Coach was split. His dick was telling him to go for it, to give in. It was his duty, no, his RESPONSIBILITY as a coach to do everything he could when one of his players was in trouble. ESPECIALLY Luke. And if it just so happened that the best way to help his star player out was to pummel his guts with Coach’s enormous tool, well, he shouldn’t complain!

But this was Luke. He loved the boy like a son. He’d seen him grow up from a rowdy kid into a fine, 18-year old young man. He couldn’t do this, it was so wrong. Coach looked at Dr. Carson. This whole situation was so fucked up. The doctor’s blank expression, his medical detachment, taking notes on his clipboard. He gave Coach a nod, as if giving him permission to ram Luke’s jock pussy into submission. Coach swallowed, and stepped forward.

Fuck, he’d never been harder in his life, not even on his wedding night. His cock was fully tented now, and he could feel the heat emanating from Luke’s hungry cunt on the tip of his dick. He pressed the tented cock against Luke’s slicked pussy. Luke rolled his eyes back and arched his back like a man possessed.

“Ohhhh gooodddddd Coach pleaasseeee, RIGHT. FUCKING. THERE!!”

Coach felt a pit in his stomach. This was not the teen jock he recognized. He couldn’t believe the change in Luke’s behavior, let alone the change in his body. He wanted so badly to bury his cock in the meaty teen jock cunt. But he couldn’t. He thought of how he would betray his wife, his daughters, Luke’s mother, who trusted him to act as a positive male role model. He would lose his job, his standing in the community. If he went through with this, he could never go back.

Coach stepped back, slamming into the door.

“Thomas?” Dr. Carson’s expression gave away, ever so slightly, to show surprise and… disappointment?

“No!! I don’t know what the hell is wrong with you, this is… this is FUCKED UP. I don’t know how, but I know you did this!”

“Did what, Thomas? I assure you my interests are purely scientific in nature.”

“You’re a sick fuck, you know that? Luke, come on, we’re leaving.”

Luke was on the verge of tears, still writhing and moaning, grinding his hips into the exam table. “Coach, please… I can’t…”

Coach felt the panic rising in his chest, his breathing getting heavier, he was getting dizzy. He was suffocating. He grabbed Luke by the wrist and jerked him upright, maybe too violently. Luke recoiled, fear filling his eyes. The normally collected Tom was losing it. Luke didn’t even have time to grab his soiled shorts on the floor as Tom dragged him out the door, back to the car.

As soon as they sat down, locked the door, and turned on the ignition, Coach felt a strong sense of relief. The pull in that room, he could put it behind him. As he started back towards home, he realized he was gripping the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles were going white. He glanced over at Luke, his discomfort far worse than it was when they first arrived. Luke was writing in his seat, grinding his butt like a dog trying to scratch an itch. His eyes were red and puffy, and it was clear a few tears were welling. He was clearly in a great deal of pain. Thomas couldn’t believe the doctor just made it worse. If he hadn’t had such great self-control, he would have killed the quack!

As he made his way onto the highway, ready to begin the long drive home, Coach suddenly realized his erection had not gone down once since they had left. And he breathed in a sweet, yet musky smell, that clung to the roof of his mouth and seemed to make him drip precum like a faucet, and his brain woozy.

They had escaped. That was all that mattered. Now he could put all this nonsense behind him. All those fantasies about jumping Luke, wrestling the teen to the ground, tearing off his shorts, and splitting open his bubble butt with his daddy tool… No. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t. He shouldn’t.

It was getting dark. How long could his resolve last?

And Coach saw a sign for a motel at the next exit.

He turned on his turn signal.