Penile Rectal Stimulation

Being a doctor is great on most days. What I dislike the most is having to teach lectures to kids. When I say kids, I mean medical students who have the mental capacity of 5 year olds.


Do you think I'm being harsh?


Then what would you say when you're taking a class on Penile cancer and your students start giggling every time you say the word Penectomy? A bunch of fucking children, I tell you!


I am a famous surgeon! Not some damn babysitter dealing with diaper clad babies!


This class was irritating on a different note though.


"Now hemorrhoids are more common in the-"


*hic*


I glared at the boy who was hiccuping for the 100th time in class so far. He shrunk in his seat and clamped his mouth shut with his hand, giving me a wide eyed expression.


I sighed before continuing my class.
"As I was saying, hemorrhoids are more common in the 3,7 and 11 o'clock positions,so -"


*hic*


"Mr. Sanders!" I barked, having had enough.


"Professor?" he squeaked.
*hic*


"Drink some water to stop your hiccups! It's not rocket science! Stop disrupting my class!" I barked.


"I'm sorry, sir!" he apologised quickly, his cheeks flushing as he grabbed a bottle of water. His classmates were giggling away like the toddlers they were.


I shook my head and resumed my class.


*hic*


Not even 5 fucking minutes!


I growled under my breath before continuing the lesson.


"Hemorrhoids can be internal or external-"


*hic*


"Internal hemorrhoids are painless-"


*hic*


"Hemorrhoidectomy is best-" *hic* "-treatment-" *hic* "-of choice." *hic*


I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, ignoring the chuckles and giggles erupting around me. The boy sunk even lower in his seat and studiously avoided my gaze, his face as red as a tomato.


"Mr. Sanders, meet me after class," I said calmly.


The boy gulped nervously.
*hic*


"Yes, sir," he said in a small voice.
*hic*


I wrapped up the class quickly after that, unable to deal with these dumb children any longer. I watched them shuffle out like sheep. I can't believe the future of medicine lies in their hands.


The boy, Dylan Sanders made his way over to my desk, still hiccuping every few seconds.


"Sir, I'm sorry *hic* for disturbing your class," he said. *hic*


I looked at the boy, his disheveled blonde hair which most of my students donned, like they've just rolled out of bed, which I'm sure most of them do. His eyes were tired with huge bags underneath them.


"Mr. Sanders, I did not call you for an apology. You were having hiccups in my previous class as well. Am I right in assuming that you've been experiencing them for the past 3 days?" I inquired.


*hic*


"5 days sir. It started during the weekend and, *hic* I can't do anything to stop it! *hic* I've tried everything!" he cried.


"How did it begin?" I asked.


He blushed and looked down. *hic*


"My friends and I went to a party *hic*and had a bit to drink," he muttered shyly and I rolled my eyes. Typical. Give free alcohol to dumb students and they just have to inhale it like they are hypoxic.


"Acid reflux could be a cause. Did you take any Proton Pump Inhibitiors or Simethicone?"


"I did. *hic* They did not work," he replied.


"What have you tried so far?" I asked.


"My friends tried scaring me. I tried holding *hic* my breath. Drank water slowly over a few minutes. Hang upside *hic* down. I don't know what *hic* else to do!" he said looking extremely dejected.


"Try the Valsalva maneuver," I ordered.


He looked at me for a second and nodded. Then he closed his eyes and tried to exhale against his closed glottis.


*hic*


He opened his eyes and gave me a sad look.


"Come here," I beckoned him to my side of the desk.


He gulped nervously but complied like a good obedient mouse. I suppressed the urge to smirk at his compliance.


I stood up from my chair and pulled him closer by the back of his neck. His jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide.


"Um... *hic* Professor?" he squeaked.


I rubbed the back of his neck repeatedly and he continued to stare at me unblinkingly. I had to admit, I loved seeing the fear, the hint of trepidation and dare I say lust in his beautiful blue eyes. His gaping mouth was tempting too. I reached up to grab his tongue with my fingers and I tugged. He squeaked but didn't protest.


I let him go.


*hic*


"Apparently, stimulating your cervical dermatomes or your nasopharynx have no effect on you," I declared and he stood blinking dazedly at me.


He was still too close and I was wondering if I could stimulate his nasopharynx directly by putting something firm into that moist little mouth.


Judging by the stupefied look on his face, I'm sure he would be willing to do anything I say now.


"Are you willing to do anything to stop your hiccups?" I asked eyeing him carefully.


The boy cleared his throat and his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.
"I *hic* will, sir. Please *hic* help me," he pleaded.


I studied him. He seemed desperate though his dilated pupils said a whole other story. I hid a smirk. I may be 35 and quite grumpy but I knew I could get any student, boy or girl, in my classes to bend over for me. If only I didn't hate them all so much.


"Very well then. Follow me," I instructed and carried my laptop with me.


I didn't wait to see if he'd follow. I knew he would. His hiccups sounded after me as I led him to my office.


I adjusted my pants as I started to get a tiny bit excited about what was to happen next.


The boy entered the room and shut the door. I leaned against my desk as I scruntized him. He had a bag slung over one shoulder and was fidgeting the longer I stood studying him. His cheeks tinted pink and he licked his lips with his tongue. He was watching me through his eyelashes and I smirked. His breath hitched and as I ran my gaze down his body, I saw a very visible bulge on the front of his pants.


This was going to be fun.


"Now, Mr. Sanders, I'm sure you are aware that the vagus nerve plays a vital role in the causation of Singultus or Synchronous Diaphragmatic Fluttur or hiccups as we so commonly say. Studies have proven that stimulating the vagus nerve can interrupt the hiccup reflex arc and thus stop the diaphragmatic flutter," I explained.


The boy was watching my explanation with an owlish gaze, hiccuping every so often. I held his gaze and stepped closer to him. His bag landed on the floor with a thunk and he involuntarily took a step back.


I placed a hand on his neck, stopping him from moving.


"Now," I whispered into his ear as I continued to stroke his neck.
"I've already tried to interrupt the reflex arc by stimulating the cervical roots of the Phrenic nerve."


I watched his irises dilate till only a thin ring of blue could be seen.


*hic*


"Unfortunately, that has no effect in your case," I said letting a little regret color my tone.


I brought his neck closer and placed my hand over his neck letting my fingers trace over the muscles and searching for the point I was looking for. His pulse was way too fast and his breaths were coming out in short gasps. My trousers were too tight but I was having too much fun teasing the boy to release some tension.


I gently massaged the side of his neck and watched as his eyes closed and his knees suddenly buckled. I caught him by the waist and lifted him up in a bridal carry.


I tsked as he blinked his huge blue eyes up at me.


*hic*


"Apparently a carotid massage didn't help you either. It really is my fault for doing this with you standing up," I said and laid him down on the examination table. I lowered the table down for convenience.


"Nothing seems to be working on you. It really is troubling, Mr. Sanders. My previous attempt at stimulating your nasopharynx didn't work at all. Open your mouth, will you?" I said.


The boy quickly nodded and opened his mouth. I smiled to myself. His obedience was so arousing. The show must go on as planned.


I made a show of looking around my office. My tongue depressor was in one of the cabinets but the boy didn't have to know that.


"I'm afraid my tongue depressor was sent to the autoclave yesterday. I should find something else, something stiff and blunt. We don't want to perforate your esophagus now do we?" I said.


*hic*


The boy looked down at my bulge and his eyes widened even further.


"That is a very good idea, Mr. Sanders. There is a double benefit in this case," I mused and unbuckled my belt. My dick strained against my boxers and I let out a sigh of relief as I realised it from its constraints.


"Mr. Sanders, it would be extremely inappropriate if I were the only one sans pants. Best you remove your clothes so we may carry on with our examination unhindered," I said as I pulled my boxers off and settled them on my desk.


The boy quickly complied, stumbling and hiccuping every now and then. I swiftly took off my shirt as well. Didn't want to get my neatly ironed shirt dirty in the process.


I stood with my arms crossed, watching the lean, slender frame of the boy. His ass was perky and rounded. My hands were itching to grab them. I suppressed the urge and stood stock still, watching him struggle with his shirt. His dick was average sized and nestled in curls of his downy blonde hair. His nipples were small, pink and pebbled.


When he finally won the battle against his clothes, he stood and carefully watched me. His eyes were moving all over my body and I uncrossed my arms so he could have a better view. He was practically salivating and I smirked at his shocked expression.


I beckoned him closer with a finger. He trotted over to me like an eager puppy.


"Kneel," I ordered. He immediately complied.


"Open your mouth so I can try to stimulate your pharynx. Relax your muscles and breath through your nose. We don't want to stimulate your gag reflex instead," I commanded and he nodded in understanding.


I slid my cock into his eager mouth and sighed. Relief, at last. I placed my hand on his head, steadying him. His hands were holding onto my thighs for support. I could feel his wet tongue swirl around my cock.


His cheeks hollowed as he sucked and I hissed. My boy was an excellent cock sucker.


He continued to surprise me by easily taking me down his throat. He gave me a cheeky look and I growled. I tugged him by the hair and fucked his mouth with my dick. I could feel my dick hit the back of his throat and judging by the moans I could feel vibrating up my cock, the boy loved it too.


I was getting close. I fucked him faster, his warm, moist mouth feeling amazing as it enveloped my cock. His mouth was meant to be used as a fuck toy. I held him steady as I pumped load after load into his awaiting mouth.


He was a good boy and didn't spill even a drop. His hair was mussed and lips swollen giving him a thoroughly debauched look. He looked up at me eagerly awaiting my next course of action. Maybe I should keep him.


*hic*


The boy covered his mouth and gave me a pitiful look.


I heaved a huge sigh.
"It appears stimulating your nasopharynx hasn't been successful," I said and then gave him a wicked look. The boy looked surprised and also eager to hear my next idea.


"Don't worry. This next idea will surely control your hiccups. I've yet to hear of a case where it hasn't been successful. Climb up on the examination table. On your hands and knees. Come on!" I ordered and the boy jumped up to obey my commands.


His ass jiggled as he scurried to the table. His cock was oozing precum and a couple drops fell onto the examination table as he positioned himself. My cock twitched excitedly at the delectable sight he presented.


I made my way over to the examination table. The boy gazed at me through his eyelashes, his body trembling in anticipation.


I placed my hand on his butt cheek, caressing it carefully and slowly. I smirked as the arms holding his body up shook at my touch. While I could've positioned him in a more comfy way, I wanted him to present himself to me like a bitch. Like my bitch.


"What I'm about to do is a Digital Rectal Massage," I casually explained. I parted his ass cheeks to view his little puckered hole. I traced a finger around the hole and it dilated and contracted at my touch. I couldn't wait to ruin it.


I uncapped a bottle of lubricant which was placed at the side of the table. After pouring a reasonable amount into my hand, I spread it over my fingers and pressed my index finger into the hole.


"Now relax, Mr. Sanders. I need to stretch you out first so I can massage the nerves in this area," I instructed.


The boy gasped as I slid my finger inside his hole. I took my time, not going too deep. I didn't want to overexcite the boy.


I added another finger inside and gently stretched the hole. My cock was thick and I'd rather avoid damaging the sphincter all together. Then I'd have to fix it up and it really is a turn off.


The boy was moaning loudly as I proceeded to insert three fingers inside his now gaping hole.


I finally pushed my fingers inside so I could explore the inner walls. I found his prostate and massaged it. His cock was dribbling more precum. The boy squirmed and I noticed one of his hands touch his aching dick.


I slapped it away.


"Professor, please!" he begged and it was music to my ears.


"You mustn't interfere! We are in the middle of a procedure. Such insolence!" I reprimanded him and the boy hung his head and cried.


I felt his entire body tense up and I knew that he was close.


"Sir, please fuck me! Please!" he pleaded and turned back to give me a doleful look.


I sighed. Boys these days have no patience.


I spanked his ass making him squawk.


"You are really impatient, boy! I need to complete the procedure properly before I can see to your needs. Now hush and let me concentrate," I scolded him.


Ignoring his quiet sobs, I proceeded my torment on his prostate and traced my free hand over his balls, giving them a slight tug now and then. I could see his cock was nearly purple and gushing a whole lot of fluid.


I took my finger away from his ass, ignoring his protests and coated my own cock with the lubricant. I was now at full mast. Watching him squirm and beg was enough to shorten my refractory period.


I gripped his hips with my hands and aligned myself against his gaping hole. I guided my cock into his hole and he let out a low moan. My God, this was pure heaven!


His anal walls contracted and relaxed, stretching slowly to accommodate my wide girth. I allowed shallow and slow thrusts to tease my boy.


"Fuck! Please! Please! Faster! Please Professor!" he cried out pitifully.


My poor boy was begging beautifully. I was going to keep him.


"Hush boy! Good things come to those who wait. You don't want me stop now, do you?" I asked warningly and withdrew out of him completely.


"No! Professor! Please! I'm sorry! I'll be good now. I'll be a good boy!" he cried and I chuckled.


"My Good Boy," I purred and he shuddered under my arms.


Yes, this will work wonderfully. I can easily picture him wearing a collar around his neck. My pet. My property. Nipple clamps would look even better on his soft nipples. A cock ring would be icing on the cake.


With renewed vigor, I thrust forcefully into his hole with no warning. I pounded into him roughly. He was my bitch. He was mine to use!


I felt his muscles spasm, squeezing my dick. He came with a loud cry, splattering his cum on my examination table.


He was trembling beneath me, aftershocks raking his thin frame. I pulled out of him.


"Come with me," I ordered and he glanced up at me then at my jutting cock. The treatment wasn't over just yet.


I sat down on my chair with my thighs parted.


"We need to try a different angle. Sit," I instructed and patted my thigh.


On shaky legs like a newborn foal, he sat on my lap with legs astride my hips. He angled himself and carefully lowered himself on my cock. I closed my eyes when I felt him impaled on my throbbing member.


I looked at the blissed out look on his face as he rode my dick. His pouty lips were taunting me. I grabbed his neck and brought him close to me. His eyes widened and he had no time to react before I forced our lips together.


He was hesitant at first but I dominated the kiss, eliciting a response from him. He moaned into my mouth. I let my hands trace over his slender frame. Grabbing a nipple, I rolled it between my fingers and pinched hard. My boy hissed as he broke apart from the kiss.


"Faster boy. You are slacking," I growled.


"I'm sorry, sir," he said and increased his speed. He was getting tired so I slammed my hips up against him.


The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the air. The boy was panting heavily and sweat tinged his brow. He looked thoroughly fucked and was a sight to behold.


I grabbed his dick which was slowly getting aroused once again. I teased his slit with my finger and he hissed at the overstimulation.


My balls tightened as I was about to cum. I spilled my load into his warm channel. I tugged his cock and soon he was spilling over my fingers and chest.


We sat there together, trying to catch our breath. I took some of his cum on my chest and held out a finger to his mouth. He eyed it before giving me a mischievous look and proceeded to give small kitten licks, cleaning my finger entirely.


"Fuck!"


This boy was perfect.


"It worked, sir," he said after a moment of silence.


"What are you talking about?" I was slightly dazed by the hot sex. I would love to do it again.


"It seems like my hiccups were cured by your Penile Rectal Stimulation," he said with a cheeky grin.


I huffed out a laugh at his wording.
"It would seem so, Mr. Sanders. I'm afraid we can't publish a paper on our discovery though," I answered.


"Maybe, we should research a bit more on the topic before we publish our findings," he said innocently as he clenched around my dick.


Fuck!


"Yes, maybe we should."