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Herr Doktor, Herr Doktor, bist du sadistisch?{obscene + mei}

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Marcel irritatedly ran a hand through his hair, the lacy sleeves of his dress brushing across teh side of his face, and he gave a small sigh. His owner had gone off again, having gone on vacation and decided that this was the perfect time to have him get a check-up. The teen moved forward, peering out between the bars of his cage on his hands and knees, feeling the cool office air ghosting across his ass. His Master, of course, required for him to wear a girly and lacy dress with a short skirt, and no underwear. And, oh, how he had hated it at first when he was just bought but now. . . It accentuated his slightly feminine features, his pale blue upturned eyes and full, sensuous pink lips, the high cheekbones and the shoulder-length black hair hair. For all intents and purposes, he could be mistaken for a girl.

He was used to it. And he didn't mind it in front of his Master and owner, but. . .

Not in front of this man.

Poor Marcel. He always hated beiing away from his Master, and now he was expected to stay an entire week with his vet. . . He didn't know the man at all, since he had just changed from one vet to another. The last one - oh, that lad was so nice and sweet, always giving him new treats and special privelages. He no longer had to ask for permission to wear underwear, to be in someone's prescence. . . He didn't have to kneel in front of her, or serve her constantly. And those few days that he had spent with her every couple of months were absolutely delightful!

But now he didn't know this one, didn't know how he would act. He whimpered, and then st back down again, bringing his knees to his chest and wrapping his arms around them.
 
(( Na ja, Ich bin sehr sadistisch. ))


Dr. Jason Fields walked into the room, long white jacket and long black hair swaying out behind him as his soft gray eyes looked over the mostly empty cages. He was a tall man in his early twenties with broad shoulders and pale skin, strong but lean, and aside from the coat, dressed in black with the usual doctor accessories. "Oh... How cute..." He said calmly as he rifled through some paper work, taking notice of their new guest. "What's your name, love? Mm, Marcel, right?" He asked, picking up the folder with the boy's information. The doors locked automatically, opening only with a card key that was resting on a lanyard around Jay's neck, to prevent pets from escaping. "Alright then, let's take you to one of the examination rooms shall we? I'm Dr. Fields by the way, but you're welcome to call me Jay." He said, offering a hand as he looked over their new arrival, appreciating the pet's attire. "Your master has good taste." He commented as he opened the door of the cage.
 
[[XD Ich auch, ich auch. <3]]

Marcel carefully crept out of the cage, still wary of the new doctor. He usually hated these check-ups, but didn't mind them when he still had his old doctor. Now he was back to being wary of it again, and he certainly didn't want to be led by this man that he didn't even know to an examination room. Ah, if his Master was here, he certainly would be far more relaxed.

He disregarded the hand that was held out to him, and instead took a few brief seconds to examine the man. Handsome certainly, and he did seem nice enough. Perhaps this wasn't going to be too bad.

"Alright," he said, uncertainty clear in his voice. "Oh. . . I. . . thank you," he replied quietly, a little unsure. He didn't want to wear a dress in front of a stranger, but his owner certainly didn't give him much of a choice in that. Go out wearing the dress to the doctors, or don't expect me to pick you up again at the end of the week. Marcel dipped his head, and glanced around. It didn't have any of the . . .It wasn't as comfortable as his old doctor's. He refrained from giving a small shudder.
 
Jay retracted his hand with a small shrug, eying the short skirt. He could almost see what was under it, but just almost. He took a thin black collar from the wall, "We can't have you off a leash in the halls I'm afraid." He explained, latching a leash to the collar. "Come now, it's this way." He led Marcel through the long corridors and into an examination room. "I'll have to ask you to take of that dress. As cute as it is, it'll be in the way our your checkup. Once you've got it off, have a seat on the table there and we'll get started." He already intended to do a rather invasive checkup, more than that maybe, if he had the urge. "Relax, you're safe here. A lot of pets are afraid of the vet, but really, you have no reason to be." He assured with soft words. Soft lies.
 
Growning slightly as the collar was attached to his neck (who was this man to presume that he could do this? Only his Master could!), but nevertheless, he let him to it and let the doctor lead him to the next room. Even if it was such a stranger leading him, Marcel didn't have such a huge problem with being led around on a leash and collar. It wasn't in public, at least.

"Yes, sir," he murmured quietly, and reached behind him to undo the laces that acted as a corset. Once they were all undone, he slowly pulled it down. He didn't feel comfortable being naked, but he had to obey. It was in his nature to obey. Without the dress, one could see the fine planes and angles of his body - he was gorgeous. His Master certainly had to have paid an arm and a leg for this one - and in such excellent condition, after the years he had spent with his Master being broken in and trained.

But once the dress was off, Marcel sat down on the table, and watched the doctor. He nodded slowly. "Alright." Maybe this wouldn't be too bad - he could trust doctors, right? They had to be trustworthy, if pets were to continue going to their practice, after all.
 
Once the door was shut Jay turned, watching Marcel undress with wide eyes. Left in nothing but the leash and collar and leash. "Well now, aren't you something." He said with a soft smile, eying Marcel like some sort of fine artwork. He closed the distance between them, reaching forward to unhook the leash, but leaving the collar on. "Relax, it's just a checkup, I'm not going to hurt you." He'd get the real checkup out of the was first, but after that... well, he had the boy all to himself. they went through the basics of the checkup, his hands constantly on Marcel, unable to stay away. Once he was sure the pet as healthy he smiled lightly, "Alright, this is the the more awkward part." He said as he gestured to two footholds at the end of the bed, generally intended for women or anal exams. "Place your feet in those, I'll have to strap them down, it's routine, not all pets are agreeable with vets. You seem to be doing alright though. Just relax, you'll hardly feel a thing."

((Sorry, errand too longer than expected))
 
The poor pet shivered as the other man closed the distance between the two of them, and removed the leash from the collar, but not the collar itself, and then. . . God, the invasiveness! The intrusion of having the other man run his hands all over his body - there was no need for that, no need whatsoever. But he couldn't say a word to the other man without coming off as. . . afraid, so Marcel stayed silent.

"O-okay. . ." Marcel blinked, and lifted his feet and put it on the footholds, exposing his limp dick and his ass to the other man, his legs spread. He shivered as his feet were strapped down to them. The little pet certainly had an adorable ass, and it did look quite tight and unused. He squirmed slightly, looking a little uncomfortable with the way he was positioned on the table. "Uhm. . .w-what are you going to do?" He whispered.
 
"Relax, everything will be fine, I won't hurt you." he assured as he pulled a small bottle from a drawer. "We know what some pets are put through, I'm just making sure everything is working right." He said calmly, still seeming professional. He slid a glove over one hand, the other hand sliding over Marcel's thigh lightly. "How often do you and your master 'play'?" he asked, buying time as he calmed himself, enjoyed the view, and tried to decide what exactly he wanted to do to the poor boy on the table. He had good idea several in fact, but it was which to do first he was thinking over. He squeezed a little bit of lubricant onto gloved fingertips before lightly pressing the warm gel to the soft puckered pink entrance. "It's alright, it'll be a little uncomfortable at first, but as long as you relax it'll be fine. I'm just checking to be sure everything's in order." He slid a long digit in slowly, the gel making it move easily. Marcel's entrance, as expected, was warm and tight. "You're still tense... let me help you relax." He said softly, his other hand taking Marcel's limp length, rubbing it gently.
 
Shivering slightly as he felt the gloved hand slide up his inner thigh, Marcel managed to answer with a shaking voice, "Uhm. . . pretty much everyday." He blushed at sharing such intmate details - usually, he would just please his Master over the course of the day, act as his human furniture, and serve him his meals. And if he was in a very good mood, then he would be reciprocated with some mind-blowing pleasure, in which he inevitably screamed each time he was rewarded that way.

Marcel jumped slightly as he felt the fingertips press against his entrance, but he nodded slowly as the doctor reassured him. He gasped as he felt the flinger slide into him, and his eyes rolled back into his head, and he tensed against the intrusion. The fact that it wasn't his owner made it slightly more awkward.

"I - ah! N-no, don't touch me there!" He cried out when he felt the other hand rubbing against his limp cock, and he gave a small shudder of pleasure. "Aah. . " He strained against his binds, unable to stop himself from reacting against the stimulation, slowly becoming erect. He wasn't normally given this much pleasure in one setting - so being both fingered and given a handjob was simply. . . Delightful.
 
Jay smiled at him, but didn't stop. Rather, his motions grew faster, and he slid in a second finger, gently stretching the tight walls to prepare him for something a little bigger. "No? But you seem to enjoy it so much... You don't get a lot of positive attention from your master do you." He leaned down and trialed his tongue along the bottom of Marcel's shaft, starting at the base and moving all the way to the tip. He'd enjoy having the pet at his mercy while he could.
 
Another small gasped escaped him as he felt another finger slide in, and he whimpered, unintentionally clenching his muscles around the two digits, despite being stretched. "T-this isn't. . . a normal checkup," he managed to get out between small gasps and moans. He arched his back, pressing against the fingers in his tight canal, wanting. . .more. He briefly shook his head, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. "No. . . No, he doesn't."

God, he certainly had talented fingers. . .

"Oh, God!" He gasped as he felt the tongue circle around the base of his shaft, and his eyes opened wide. "P-please. . . Don't tease. . ." He whimpered, feeling his tongue circle the tip of his head. The thought that he was betraying his master in this way didn't even enter his mind - he was being given such amazing pleasure, and without having to do anything in return! "M-more, please. . . " He begged.
 
He glanced up at Marcel as he informed him it wasn't a normal checkup. Well, of course it wasn't. To Jay's surprise though Marcel didn't ask him to stop or try to get away. He begged for it. "Since you asked so nicely..." He said in a silky voice, and equally pleasant lick following before he took the tip in his mouth. As his lips moved lower and lower, taking more and more of Marcel into him his fingers moved deeper, probing for that special spot. He'd show the pet more pleasure than he'd ever known, and before the end of the night he'd have the boy calling him master. His free hand reached over, fumbling in a drawer for something before pulling out a decent sized thermometer. He slid his fingers out, replacing them with the cool glass tip as he very slowly slid it in.
 
"Nngh!" The little pet gave a loud gasp as the older man took the tip of his erection into his mouth, and then, oh God he moved even lower and his Master neve did anything like this to him. . . Aand then he felt the fingers press against that special spot. . ."M-maas-aah!" Marcel's eyes opened - oh God, did he almost just call the man 'Master'? How embarassing. . . "E-eh?" The pet jerked his head up when the fingers were removed, and he looked confused as he saw the large thermometer.

Where the hell was that going to go?

"Oh!" He arched his back, wanting to move away from the glass tip pressing against his entrance, but at the same time wanting it in him. And really, how big was it? Certainly not the normal thin one. . .
 
The thermometer wasn't anything too large, maybe six inches long, and an inch thick. He moaned around Marcel's length as the boy nearly called him master, sending chills down his spine and vibrations through his lips and throat. He slid the cool length in and out, the knot on the end preventing it from vanishing in him. His other hand reached up, rubbing Marcel's chest and toying with his nipples.
 
Shutting his eyes, he squirmed slightly and arched his back, trying to make the thermometer press against his prostate. But when the vet moaned and hummed around his erection. . . oh, now that was simply too much, in addition with his nipples being toyed with. With a loud moan, the little pet came into the older man's mouth. God, it had been so long since he had been allowed to orgasm. . . Marcel lay there on the table, eyes closed and panting.
 
Jay closed his eyes, swallowing easily before cleaning off Marcel's length. He left the thermometer in, his lips moving up to Marcel's neck, "He doesn't take very good care of you does he..." He said as he kissed the soft skin, laying soft bites here and there, one hand gently moving against Marcel's length. He wasn't done with the boy yet. His own dick was bulging painfully against his pants, craving release. As much as he hated to remind himself, Marcel wasn't his to enjoy. the owner probably would have a problem with sharing his pet's perfect ass with a doctor, but beyond that, he doubted the man would mind. "Care to return the favor?" He asked softly as he pulled the thermometer out, He freed himself from the confinements of his slacks as he undid the straps to let Marcel move freely.
 
"N-no. . . Master takes good care of me. . ." He murmured, not wanting to betray his Master, his owner in such a manner. But he certainly wasn't minding the attention he was being given right now. His Master didn't usually give him this much attention - no soft kisses and bites on his neck like he was being given now. And his length was still being stroked as well, and he gave a small purr. He gave a small whine as the thermometer wa removed from his tight entrance, and sat up as the confines were removed.

He looked a little confused at his question. "How?" Marcel cocked his head to one side, his soft sensuous lips pulled into a small, confused frown. His eyes widened as he saw that the doctor was erect - oh. Oh, damn, he was large. Maybe even larger than his Master. A light blush covered his face, and he averted his gaze from the doctor.
 
Jay was certainly well endowed, sporting a good ten inches or so of hardened cock. "Suck it." He whispered, gently pulling Marcel's face closer to his groin, "Like I did for you." He instructed simply.

((sorry, short))
 
[[No problem~]]

Marcel shuddered as he was pulled onto the ground and was forced to kneel on his knees, his face being brought closer to the other man's erection. He hesitated for a brief second, then hesitatingly licked the head of the cock, before taking it into his mouth. He glanced up at Jay, trying to gauge his reaction, before taking even more of the man into his mouth, even attempting to deepthroat the other man. After all, he was taught that he should please and obey, no matter what. His tongue swept along the underside of the cock, before jumping up to tease around the ridge of his cock, even gently scraping his teeth along the shaft.
 
Jay felt a small shiver of pleasure run through him and he buried a hand in Marcel's hair, gently rocking his hips. He let out a low moan, surprised by how well the pet was doing. "That's... you're really good..." He complimented, feeling himself getting close. "A bit more... almost..."
 
The pet was a little surprised at the rocking of hips, and almost choked, his throat convulsing around the shaft of his cock, but quickly got back into the rhythm. One hand reached up to stroke what little he couldn't take into his mouth, and increased the rate of his sucking, trying to make the other man cum. And hearing the other man's own small cries of pleasure was turning him on again. And the compliment and the hand running through his hair was quite nice as well.
 
The spasms around his length were driving him mad. Forget what he was and wasn't supposed to do, forget the master... He pulled out and lifted Marcel, spreading him back on the table, trying to be careful with him. "Sorry love, you're just too tempting." He said softly, lining his length up with Marcel's tight entrance before forcing himself in.
 
Marcel wrinkled his brow as the erect cock was pulled out of his mouth, and he was lifted back onto the table and his legs were spread once more. He blinked at what Jay said, and looked. . . "N-no! Only Master can do that!" He cried out as he felt the length force itself into his tight entrance. T-too big! Too big! Oh, God, and there was only the barest remnant of lubrication to help, and the slightest bit of precum. The pet tensed around the intrusion, and shook his head wildly. "Take it out, take it out!" He cried.
 
Jay fell still, resting in him as he let Marcel get used to his size. He leaned forward to steal a kiss, "It's alright, relax and it won't hurt as much, but I can't pass up such a cute ass." He said as he trailed kisses down Marcel's neck, his hand moving against this length as he began moving again, having little mercy as he thrust into the pet.
 
He gave a huge breath, a sharp intake as he gave a small shuddered and attempted to relax around the man. Marcel didn't resist the kiss, and simply let the man take it from him, stirring only when he felt the man rub his cock, and arched against him. "Mm. . ." His Master didn't use him in this way too often - and he was still surprisingly tight despite many years of being owned. "Nngh!" God, the man was just so damn rough. But oh, what a turn on that was. . . The little pet gave a small purr, moving his own hips along with the vets. "G-good. . . S-so good. . ." He managed to pant out through his haze. "F-faster! P-please, be. . . r-rough." This was so much like his Master, the roughness. "A-abuse m-me. . ." The words slipped from his lips, having said this so many times before, he was so accustomed to it.
 
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