The Country Doctor
Some women may dream of living a sexy cosmopolitan lifestyle. However, Latitia Carrington has always hungered for a more relaxed pace in the country. She’s worked hard her entire life to earn a good medical degree and enough money so she can move out to an idyllic rural setting and run her own local practice. Now that she’s achieved her goal this bright attractive woman still feels like there’s something missing.
Doctor Latitia Carrington cycles her way across the village to the surgery where she practices.
She’s soon built up a rapport with the locals who now greet her like she’s one of their own.
Latitia has pretty much met every one in the village, either through visits to her surgery or through one of the many functions and events that are staple to village life.
She waves at Mr Pilkington, who grows the most divine Maris Pipers.
She arrives at the surgery in plenty of time after her short sprint across town.
“… And my foot has been aching me non-stop,” explains Mr Chitty.
“I can barely make it to the post office,” he agonises.
“First patient of the day and they are all the same. Old Lard-arses wasting my time,” she thinks.
“Hilda has the same thing. It’s my right foot, the big toe.”
Tired of the tedium and inanity of her job and this particular patient she takes to staring out of the window. “Move to the country they said. Relaxing and stimulating…” she grumbles.
“It hurts something awful,” he whitters, “It’s like the bone is pushing out.”
“… Instead I’m holed up inside here with… humpty-dumpty.”
“George from the bowling green says it’s a tailor’s bunion, but I don’t think so. That’s a problem women get.”
She checks the clock, barely 11:30 am. “Christ, just SHUT UP!” she screams in her head.
“Eight years. Eight years of study. Graduated with honours. You could’ve practiced anywhere in the world...”
“No. I know it must be something more serious. Something connected to the rheumatism.”
“What was the other option. Oh yes. Head of one of the most prestigious clinics in the city... “
“... treating tennis elbow and skiing accidents. But no, you left that for… this.”
She looks back at Mr Chitty, suddenly aware that his droning has ceased. “There’s no need to worry,” she says sympathetically.
She quickly fills in his prescription.
“Remember to wash your hands before applying this. Twice a day for three months. Make your next appointment with Jacqueline at reception.”
“Much obliged,” he replies.
As he exits she lets out a huge sigh. “Oh will the excitement never end!”
She stares off into space considering booking an exotic holiday far away from here.
The intercom on her telephone buzzes dragging her swiftly back to reality.
“Yes Jackie?” “Your next appointment, George Pile, is here to see you,” announces the voice on the intercom.
“Great, send him through.”
The doctor flicks through the patient records until she comes to his file.
“George Pile? I don’t recognise the name. I thought I knew everyone in the parish by now.”
“Hmm… 37. Young enough.”
“This must be his first visit. Whatever could be the matter? A little mystery…might be the highlight of the day.” There is a knock at the door.
“Come in!”
The door is pushed open slowly. Almost reluctantly.
The doctor’s heartbeat quickens as the patient steps into the room.
Hungrily she takes in the sight before her.
“Oh My God! Perhaps today will be worthwhile after all.”
Latitia thought all hope was lost until this big strong hulking man walked into her office. She melts and feels passions within her which she thought long-since buried spring to the surface. It’s funny how one moment you can think all hope is lost and then quite suddenly you are presented with a creature so handsome and charming that you are thankful and hungry to taste what life is all about again. She thinks that perhaps it all has been worth it. Maybe moving to the country to run a small practice was the right move after all.
George Pile enters the room. Immediately Latitia is struck by how different he seems from the other men in this town. Handsome, well turned out and a real look of sophistication about him.
His eyes smoulder and fix with hers. This is the man she's been waiting for.
Instantly she’s smitten. After all the dead wood she’s had to endure in this town this could be the man for her.
She's instantly arrested by the sexy stare of this mysterious character and she wonders what he's like.
She quite forgets herself and takes her time checking out the man before her.
There’s a real intensity behind the eyes, she feels. A hidden strength, intelligence and wit are all there to be seen.
“And he’s fit!” she thinks.
She looks him up and down. She’s drawn to his strong arms and broad chest and …
... she finds her self staring hungrily at his crotch.
“I uh…” George says, trying to get the doctors attention.
“Er, yes…” she says raising her eyes to his face.
“Mizzzz,” he says slowly in a thick country accent, “Oi iz ere for moi eggs-am-inazion.”
Latitia can barely stop herself from laughing out loud. This man is as far from being her idyllic companion as she could imagine.
“Christ, he sounds more stupid than the last one.”
“What’s that saying about never judging a book by its cover.”
“Of course, Mr Pile. Have a seat.”
George adopts a dopey grin and walks towards her.
Gingerly he pull the seat out.
“Now what can I do for you?” she asks.
“Well Mizzz. Oiz a farmer.”
“Spendz allz my time in the field. And well…”
“Seems oi got a problem needs fixin.”
“I get this funny sorta swellin…”
“ya know…”
“Down there.”
“Oh?”
“And now and then it’s leaking like a broken hoze.”
Latitia tries her hardest not to smirk and her best to look concerned. She’s normally the ultimate professional but something about this patient has knocked her off-kilter.
“When does this occur?”
“When I’m on ma tractor.”
“I’m fraid it might be… sumfin serious,” he continues.
“And am I right in thinking this occurs in the… groin region?”
“No it’s between my legs.”
“Particularly when driving your tractor over large bumpy furrows?”
“And there is a vibration in your hard seat?”
“Erm. Yez Mizz. You could say that.”
“Do you know what it is?”
“I’m not sure. A thorough examination is required.”
George looks at her filled with fear at what this might entail.
“You’ll have to disrobe entirely,” she explains.
George's cheeks take on a rosy hue.
Latitia can’t believe what a little boy this grown man is turning out to be.
She takes charge standing and encouraging him to do likewise.
She walks around the desk never taking her eyes off him for a second.
He’s never had to strip for a lady before. Not since his mother and he’s finding it hard to get started.
He reluctantly removes his coat.
He feels her eyes watching him.
Her eyes nearly pop out at the sight of his manly broad chest.
She trembles watching him undo his belt buckle.
The two stare at each other very aware of the imbalance of power. She can order him to do anything she wants and he can't object.
She looks down at his bright white pants expectantly, hungry to see what is underneath them.
“Those as well Mr Pile.”
He looks down uncertainly. The tension is palpable.
He obidiently slides the white pants down his legs though he finds it very embarrassing.
She takes a deep breath as his cock is revealed to her.
Having to endure all the doddering old sods has been worth it. Her mouth is watering.
A rural farmer's cock for her to do whatever she wants with. This is what she has been hungering for!
The dim-witted farmer is now fully naked before her and she has absolute authority over him!
She stares at his heavy looking cock and balls. So healthy and natural! Belonging to a sexy dumb farmer.
He stares at her uncertainly, uncertain what he's supposed to do now. He stands fully naked before her and waits for his next orders.
She doesn't say a thing, just stares at his genitals and the tension rises.
Doctor Charrington has a handsome naked man to examine in her surgery. She's got to get to the root of his problem and has a fair idea of how she's going to achieve it. First she needs to give him the complete once over. Some days she just loves her job!
Doctor Carrington eyes up the fine male specimen before her.
“I wonder if all the farmers out in the fields look like this naked?” she ponders.
“I have to examine him now,” she muses, “one of the perks of the job. Makes all those years of studying worthwhile.”
She leans in close to him scrutinizing his musculature.
She looks at his heavy cock … imagining …
She catches herself indulging in a thought she really shouldn’t and immediately concentrates on her medical responsibilities. ”Let’s have a look at you properly Mr Pile.”
“Kneel on the examination table please.”
She indulgently watches him stride to the table.
He may not be the brightest but what the doctor is feeling has nothing to do with what’s between his ears.
She stares at his backside hoping to gain an insight into the cause of his “problem.”
“No, no… you need to arch your back more before I can analyse your problem sufficiently.”
“No bend over further holding onto the table’s edge. Rear end high up and drop your back…”
“… like so.”
“Hmmm.”
“Interesting.”
George feels a sense of shame at being exposed and being looked at so intimately. He trembles fearfully as the doctor examines the area between his legs.
Latitia thinks about what course of action to take next. She knows just the thing to do – the British Encyclopedia of Medical Practice might just be the answer.
She moves to her desk to retrieve the heavy tome.
She looks at her patient now certain what has to be done. ”Mister Pile,” she begins …
“I will mimic the tractor’s seat vibrations against your buttocks … and anal opening.”
“Tell me when the swelling begins.”
George gulps as she swings the heavy book towards his bottom.
The book lands with a heavy thud.
The doctor swings the book again. Harder this time.
George squirms as the doctor batters the book against his buttocks.
She can’t believe that barely half hour ago she was listening to Mr Chitty droning on and on and now she has this fine specimen exposed and right in front of her.
He wriggles as the book hits home.
“Please hold still Mr Pile while I’m conducting the test.”
She whacks him again. He jerks suddenly after being hit. “Doesn’t he realise this is for his own good?”, she thinks, before correcting herself. “Actually he probably doesn’t – he’s not the smartest.”
“This is not having the appropriate effect…”
“… I’m trying something else now Mr Pile.”
She scans the room trying to something a little more rigid to use. “There must be something to stimulate… ah yes. The metal tray will do nicely.”
Having swept all the medical paraphernalia onto the floor she prepares to swing at him with the cold metal tray.
Whack! “That’s more like it,” she thinks.
“Ow!”
The metal tray is much better suited to replicating the tractor vibrations.
His arse stings as the tray is powerfully smashed into his arse. “Aaaa-aagh!”
The strikes across this delicate area are having an engorging effect on his penis.
He whines in pain as she rams the tray flat into his backside.
She stops, admiring the rosey hue his arse has adopted and the obvious swelling in his groin.
“Could you turn over and sit facing me please,” instructs the doctor.
She stares down at his tumescent penis.
“Yes, this is a problem!”
With the naked man exposed and erect before her Doctor Charrington approaches this special case with a renewed sense of vigour that she was lacking earlier in the day. Calling on the receptionist - Jacqueline - to assist she intends giving this patient a full and thorough examination and is determined to get to the bottom of his particular problem.
She stares at his tumescent penis deciding on the best way to approach his problem.
“Hmmm… and you say there is a discharge?”
“Yarp,” he replies shyly.
She holds his penis in her hands gently toying with it.
The plump excited head gleams and the shaft pulses under her touch.
She slips her fingers under his heavy balls.
“Any tenderness?” she asks.
He winces in embarrassment.
He's shocked by the confident way this experienced doctor handles his privates.
She pulls his excited cock back and forth making it stiffen even more.
"Full of health and vigor,” she thinks, delighting in the feel of the weighty cock grasped between her fingers.
“Jacqueline? Would you come and assist me for a moment?”
In walks Jacqueline the receptionist shocked to see the doctor with the naked man.
“Don’t worry,” the doctor assures him, “we’ll get to the bottom of this.”
“Jacqueline, thank goodness. I need your help.”
“Of course”
“Back on your hands and knees Mr Pile” the doctor instructs.
The receptionist surveys the handsome naked body of the hapless farmer as he struggles to turn over on the rickety exam table.
His healthy firm bottom is pointed right up under their eyes with his weighty balls hanging between his legs.
Jacqueline has never seen the doctor give such special treatment to a patient before, but she can see why she's being so meticulous in examining this one.
The doctor and the receptionist smile conspiratorially at each other.
“Would you stimulate Mr Pile’s penis while I conduct my test,” asks the doctor.
“Certainly doctor,” she replies.
“Get your back down Mr Pile ... like before.”
For a moment the doctor forgets what she’s there for and instead finds herself focusing on his behind.
She thrills knowing that this must be the first time this humble man's arsehole has ever been inspected in such detail.
“If you could begin the stimulation now Jacqueline,” urges the doctor. She raises her tray in order to conduct her experiment on the hapless farmer.
He moans in delight feeling the woman's fingers clasp his dangling penis.
Jacqueline loves the reaction she’s getting – the feeling of his cock growing in her hand.
The doctor smashes the tray into his arse.
He turns around in surprise at the sharp sudden pain.
"Please remain still while we conduct this test Mr Pile."
She whacks his exposed arse with the tray again.
“Any seepage yet Jacqueline?”
“Not yet,” says Jacqueline, barely suppressing her laughter.
Another hard smack to his buttocks…
… “Aaggh!” he cries.
Jacquline strokes his stiff excited dick while the doctor smacks his rear repeatedly.
He's embarrassed at the strong sensations of pleasure that shoot through his body, just like when he's riding his tractor.
He can hear the women laughing but doesn't dare disobey this highly regarded doctor's orders.
"Ooh,” he yelps.
He emits another moan, although this time it’s not pain causing it.
Her stimulation is paying dividends.
He's so overcome with excitement he can't help but rock his hips back and forth fucking her hand.
The women are overcome with excitement seeing this simple man desperately needing to ejaculate.
The doctor hits him again with the tray in the knowledge that his “discharge” is imminent.
George breaks out into a sweat so overcome with his desire to empty his balls.
The receptionist tightens her grip on his manhood.
“You belong to me,” she thinks. "Your satisfaction is in my hand."
The doctor continues to smack his arse, overcome with excitement battering his big appealing rump.
She tugs at him a little faster now.
George is gasping for breath as he simulates a fucking motion poised naked on his hands and knees.
The women can see how full his balls are and how desperate he is to come.
His lithe muscular body is fully under the women's control.
“Aaaggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh yes,” he cries as he feels himself cumming.
He ejaculates into the receptionist's hand as the thrilled women continue to batter and stroke him.
“You see what I mean doctor,” he says, “What can I do?”
“Mr Pile get up off the table.”
He clambers forward, deeply ashamed about this problem and the way he was helpless to react in front of these ladies just now.
George sits between the women, his cock still aching and erect while they look down upon his fine naked form smiling. He must await their judgement.
The doctor has found a new purpose in her humble little rural practice. It’s incredibly empowering having this strong dim-witted farmer entirely at her disposal. She exudes confidence and authority, making the nervous embarrassed George feel very insignificant. He awaits her every word, putting absolute confidence in her knowledge and expertise.
Latitia stares at the farmer’s erect cock deciding the best treatment to suggest while George looks down in shame.
She looks up at the farmer and although she realises what she plans to do with him is not strictly within medical guidelines she can’t help herself.
She peruses the medical dictionary. Her finger skimming over various medical ailments. He watches, worried it might be something incurable like chicken pox.
“Good news! I know how to cure you. It’s serious. You see it’s Bardusidiotgenitor, to give it the latin name. You need treatment!”
George ponders the foreign word in his head. He has no clue as to what it means, but it sounds very serious indeed!
“Follow my orders. You will come to the clinic once a week to be drained of this unpleasant fluid. Now put your things on and go. Miss Richards will make an appointment for next week.”
George is terribly worried that he has a serious medical condition and he trusts this doctor completely to help cure him.
He shamefully pulls up his white shorts knowing what a bother he must be to such an intelligent, resourceful woman.
He's incredibly thankful she'd lend her experience and knowledge to a lowly farmer such as himself.
She quickly searches through her medical textbooks and makes notes. It all seems very studious to the naive farmer George, a sort of learning he couldn't ever fathom so he's willing to hand his body over to her completely.
The doctor looks at him wondering if a man can really be this thick, but she quickly decides that he can and she's ready to take full advantage of his naivity.
The doctor continues making her notes while wondering if she really dares to go as far as she wants to. This new patient certainly will liven up her humdrum existence in this rural GP’s office. She decides she must follow her instincts.
It’s the next week and a delivery has arrived at the surgery. Jacqueline the receptionist is struggling to push the large parcel into the doctor’s consultation room.
“Doctor, what on earth have you ordered?”
The doctor smiles a wide enigmatic smile.
The doctor giggles with delight at what she has planned for George’s next visit.
Later that day and the intercom buzzes. Jacqueline’s dulcet tones can be heard, “Mr Pile is here.” “Send him in immediately,” the doctor replies.
Once again George trundles in reluctantly and filled with trepidation.
The doctor avoids eye contact with the young farmer, determined he won’t see the glint in her eyes.
He still feels deeply ashamed about his problem which this intelligent capable doctor must solve.
George is uncomfortable with the silence. The doctor continues to fill in her notes seemingly oblivious to his presence making him feel more and more nervous.
“Strip completely please” she says matter-of-factly without so much as looking up from her paperwork.
George is worried that he may have done something to upset the doctor. He did make an awful mess last time he was here.
He’s naked and waiting for the doctor to acknowledge him.
She lets him wait a while longer …
“Get up on the table Mr Pile. As before.”
Commanded by this strong female doctor he wastes no time in doing as he is told.
His arsehole twitches recalling the beating he received last time.
The self-assured doctor strides boldly to her new favourite patient.
She surveys his spread arse and his healthy rural cock and balls dangling between his powerful muscular thighs.
She examines his tight virginal hole.
She strokes his firm ripe cheek, taking her time to admire his sensitive privates.
She strokes his back while he braces himself for whatever treatment this knowledgable doctor deems necessary.
She fixes his positioning so he's well and truly vulnerable for whatever discipline she wants to give to him.
“Lift your backside Mr Pile, this is extremely important for your well-being.”
“Face forward and try to relax.”
His tight warm arsehole is now completely exposed to her. She admires the sight.
She rubs his firm hairy cheek feeling empowered that his naked vulnerable body is fully in her hands to do with as she pleases.
She selects a pair of latex gloves. Time for a proper examination.
George flinches as she snaps the glove on.
She scoops some Vaseline onto her finger. “Just relax now, this won’t take a moment.”
She pulls his cheeks apart so his tight pink hole is well in view.
She takes her time admiring it while George becomes increasingly tense wondering what will happen next.
Slowly she rubs the tight slit of his hole with her lubricated finger.
She feels him tensing uncomfortably under her touch but she holds him steadily in place.
Then she quickly slides her finger into his tight anal cavity. George winces as his arse is penetrated by the doctor.
She plunges her finger deep inside him making the strong farmer grunt in surprise.
Hungrily she slides her finger in and out of his hole.
At the same time she massages his ripe full balls.
As the doctor handles his balls the farmer can feel his dick start to harden.
He moans and squirms under her prodding, but doesn't dare to pull away. He trusts she knows what she's doing.
The doctor penetrates him excitedly while feeling his genitals.
As his cock gets stiffer he can’t help but rock his hips. The urge to thrust almost overwhelming.
“Hold still!"
George does as she commands but it's difficult not to continue with his fucking motion when the urge to ejaculate is so strong.
He does his best to remain still while the doctor stimulates and excites him all the more.
Latitia notices that his cock is now beautifully erect.
“Dear dear dear. No improvement.”
He grunts and strains, the desire to fuck overwhelming him as her finger hits his pleasure spot.
“If you can’t hold still…”
“… turn over and lie flat.”
The doctor suppresses a smile, she’s got this farmer exactly where she wants him.
George’s throbbing erections have always been a source of embarrassment and it still makes him very quiet and shy revealing his problem to this female doctor. But he’s now learned to trust her as an authority figure and he won’t question anything she does now.
The doctor slips off her gloves as she waits for George to turn over.
He’s feeling extremely self-aware as his penis stands erect with the pretty young doctor watching on.
Awkwardly he turns himself around aware of his hard cock bouncing into her view.
The flimsy paper tears under him and he's conscious of how clumsy and exposed he is and that this highly intelligent graceful doctor is impatiently waiting for him.
He sits facing her mindful that his dick is poking up between his legs.
The doctor eases his feet into the leg rests. For a macho farmer this pose is so humiliating!
She looks down at his meaty cock feeling butterflies in her stomach.
He lays back feeling painfully exposed, his erect cock straining and the cool air flowing against his spread arsehole.
“This should make you more comfortable,” she assures him.
It hasn't made him more comfortable, but he knows that he will now have to face the doctor as she manipulates his privates and he won't be able to hide his embarrassed face.
She unloops some straps at the back of the examination table…
… and expertly secures his wrist.
Before he has time to protest she’s already secured the other side.
With her patient fixed in place the doctor can take a moment to observe George more closely.
She eyes his penis observing how it looks so tender and exposed.
She looks at him hungrily in the knowledge that she’s about to take his treatment that extra step further.
“Sitting comfortably? Just try and relax and it’ll make it much easier. I’ll just go and get the equipment.”
“Ain't that a PM001 galvanised portable milking machine?” he asks nervously.
A jolt of fear goes through her knowing she's been caught out. She can’t believe this bumpkin actually recognises it, but she can easily fool him. “Erm, no,” she counters, “a lot of people make that mistake.”
George struggles against his binds, he’s a little scared now.
He stares over the machine. He’s certain he’s recognised it correctly.
But why would she have it here?
The wheels screech as she pushes it across the exam room floor. He feels a chill rising up his spine.
His hands strain against the restraints and he's alarmingly aware of his genitals exposed so vulnerably.
His bare legs and arms flail about uselessly as he begins to panic about the device becoming uncomfortably close.
She pulls the device in closer maintaining an air of complete professionalism assuring him, "Just relax, Mr Pile. Really, no need for such fuss."
She wheels the machine between his legs and moves excitedly to George's side.
She loves seeing his hard masculine body tensing, causing his veins to bulge and muscles to strain.
“Don’t worry, this will hopefully sort out your little problem.”
She shows him the suction device.
His look of terror makes the doctor giggle thinking, “Men can be such pussies sometimes.”
“Hell’s Bells!” he says aghast.
“Work should always be this much fun,” she thinks.
She takes charge confidently continuing with the procedure.
He winces as she takes charge of his sensitive cock.
“Just pop it in here…”
“and I’m certain we’ll soon see results.”
The pump kicks into life and starts pumping the foolish farmer's proud penis.
George thrashes as the machine sucks roughly at his sensitive penis.
The doctor finds herself aroused by the control she’s exerting over this weak-minded man.
He squeals as the machine sucks and pulls and tugs at his cock.
The sound of the rumbling motor fills the room.
With a thrust of his hips and a bit of wild thrashing the farmer finds himself on the brink of orgasm. “Aaaaaaagh,” he cries as the cum is pumped out of him and into the machine.
He's covered in sweat, the exertion of being milked against his will overwhelming the restrained man. “See, that was easy," says the Doctor, "Now remember, I’m off on holiday next week so you’ll have to come back in a fortnight. Don’t forget!”
It’s two weeks later and Dr Latitia Carrington has returned from her break on the southern coast of Spain still dizzy from the effects of sun, sea and sangria. Burning in the back of her mind has been the hulking simple-minded form of George and what she will do to him next.
With the events of her holiday still fresh in her mind she can’t help but hum “Viva espana" as she makes her way to her desk.
She’s reluctant to let the vacation go just yet. After being stuck in this dead end town the lights and noise of the busy Mediterranean town proved just the tonic she needed.
“Ah well,” she thinks, “back to reality. And I’ve got George Pile to look forward to …” The intercom buzzes.
Thoughts of the sexy farmer have been drifting throughout her mind throughout the holiday and all the extra tests she can perform on the hapless sexy simpleton. “Hola!” she greets Jacqueline.
“Is George Pile here?” she asks hungrily.
“Erm. He is here,” confirms Jacqueline, “But first Professor Yeltsin from the British Medical Association is here to see you. And she’s not smiling.”
“Professor Yeltsin from the British Medical Association…," she repeats taken aback, “Send her…”
“... in.”
Professor Yeltsin marches towards her oozing authority.
“Dr Carrington. Did you enjoy your time away?”
The professor looks around the room at the souvenirs of the doctor’s trip abroad.
The doctor is feeling sick to her stomach. Why is someone from the BMA here to see her. “Oh God! George Pile!” she thinks.
She decides that playing dumb and denying everything will be the best policy. “Yes thank you,” she replies to the Professor’s question, “We health care professionals need breaks too.”
“Good,” says Professor Yeltsin cutting her off in mid-flow.
“No doubt you know a locum covered your appointments last week.”
“Yes,” says Latitia nervously, now fearing the worst.
The professor looks over at the milk pump.
Doctor Carrington knows her goose is cooked unless she can convince the BMA representative otherwise.
“The locum was distressed when one patient, a young … male … farmer … asked for some rather unorthodox treatment.”
“Treatment not covered by the NHS.”
“Really professor? You see, some patients have strange country ways…”
“Shut it Carrington!”
Doctor Carrington is shocked at being spoken to like this. Usually she's the one with all the authority.
“You know what you’ve been doing.”
“Molesting innocent patients!”
“You should be struck off for this.”
“This could mean a lawsuit and scandal!”
“Now who is this George Pile?”
“Ah. As a matter of fact he is in the waiting room right as we speak.”
“Right, we'll call him in,” the Professor demands.
“Jacqueline, send Mr Pile in.”
The doctor can see her whole career collapsing around her ears. Everything she’s worked for – all those years of training undone by one moment of weakness. There’s a rap on the door. “Enter,” she says sadly, knowing that she’s about to be found out.
Mr Pile walks into the room and sees the two women waiting for him. He’s immediately worried that he’s about to be scolded.
“Take a seat Mr Pile,” instructs the doctor.
George sinks into his seats convinced he’s done something wrong.
“Mr Pile, ... George, we need to talk.”
“Oh Mizz. There ain’t trouble cause I mized a treatment iz there?”
“The doctor last week didn’t know what to do.”
“Uh, no Mr Pile. I don’t know quite how to say this. You see, your condition…”
The doctor is interrupted mid-sentence by Professor Yeltsin. “What is the patient’s condition?”
“Oiz gets a swellin when I ride my tractor.”
“Down here.”
Professor Yeltsin eyes his magnificent bulge and feels a sudden flush. “I see…”
“And what treatment have you been administering?” she asks the doctor.
Latitia looks to the floor, certain that the words she utters will have her kicked out of the medical profession. “Milking the patient,” she says quietly.
“Milking the patient! …. Interesting.”
“Is that what you’ve come in for today?”
“Yes,” say the doctor and the patient at the same time.
“I haven’t been drained for 2 weeks,” George explains.
“I see,” says the professor. She feels a deep warmth faced with the sexy dumb farmer. Her better sense abandons her.
“Well, I will assist today.” The doctor can’t believe her ears, can she have heard right?
The professor gives the doctor a knowing and reassuring smile.
“Now undress, Mr Pile,” instructs the professor with a real glint in her eye.
George is more than ready to comply with this authoritative female figure.
The women are nearly breathless with the thrill and excitement of what they are doing.
George cowers in the presence of this new powerful woman. He can sense her superiority immediately.
The women close in on him as he starts to undress.
The new woman stands directly behind the shy farmer making him feel desperately uncomfortable.
She peers closely, watching every step of his disrobing.
He's trembling as he undresses in front of this new woman and the doctor. He still has a sense as if he's done something wrong.
Professor Yeltsin sighs as she gets her first glance at his genitals and naked ass.
The excited women admire his muscular body, his healthy cock and balls.
He feels pinned between them, under total scrutiny as these two clothed professionals assess him totally.
She breathes deeply taking in his masculine odour.
He's aware that he must smell of the barnyard and is deeply ashamed.
She inhales the rich smell of his manhood.
She looks up at his face delighted to see the shame there.
This intense scrutiny is unbearable for the simple farmer.
“Alright Carrington. Begin your treatment.”
“Up on the table, Mr Pile.”
They stare intensely at him, willing to follow their every order.
They want his legs up and spread to give them total access to his privates.
The women smile at each other, now co-conspirators in dealing with this dim-witted farmer.
Now his legs are spread and his magnificent cock and very full balls are on show.
He feels tremendously ashamed to be exposed so completely to this high-ranking health professional and is consumed with embarrassment by his terrible condition which must be handled by such skilled women.
The professor now takes her time fully assessing the subject. This will take some time and work.
Latitia’s fears about being caught out have quickly subsided given the professor’s obvious interest in her patient’s case and the novel treatment she’s been administering. Now she feels aroused conspiring with the commanding older woman to do exactly what they want with this dim-witted farmer.
“I’ve been simulating the tractor seat …” she gulps nervously, “bashing into Mr Pile’s bottom with this.”
“Proceed.”
While George braces himself to receive the treatment Latitia gingerly swings the tray towards him uncertain whether the professor is truly on her side.
Smack! Latitia looks to the Professor to gauge her reaction.
“Aaagh!”
Professor Yeltsin feels empowered having this naked man lying before her writhing in pain. The doctor’s treatment may not be strictly to guidelines but it’s certainly working for her.
“Interesting method. And you capture the discharge how?”
Latitia wheels the milking machine out, nervous that the professor will think she is going too far.
“I capture the fluids in this.”
“Ingenious.”
Doctor Carrington slips the tube over his penis…
... and fires up the pump.
The air in the tube sucks and pulls on George’s cock causing him to thrust involuntarily. Meanwhile Professor Yeltsin retrieves a probe from the examination tray.
George feels painfully vulnerable with his legs in stirrups with the probe heading towards his exposed arse-hole.
The Professor pushes the probe against his tight resistant hole.
George cries out as the metal slides up inside him.
He writhes in the hard medical chair feeling his cock and arse unwillingly react to the arousing tools the women are using on him.
His cock stiffens further feeling the powerful suction of the tube.
The expert professor knows just how far to push the probe up his arse to hit his sensitive G-spot.
His tight hole closes around the probe as it's vigorously worked in and out of him.
Gradually he stops fighting and resisting the effects of the women's treatment and eases into the sensations.
The initial pain entirely subsides and instead George is experiencing a very different sensation.
His cock stiffens and lengthens until it feels like it's about to burst.
With the patient now fully erect the Professor decides it’s time to move the process on.
"I want you to finish yourself off for me Mr Pile.”
The professor is such a strong authority figure and he's so overcome with the desire to get off that he immediately seizes his cock.
He tightens his arsehole, still able to feel the sensation of the probe being pushed up inside him.
The women are entranced watching the farmer work his cock.
He strokes it swiftly, moaning as he feels the women's hand caressing his bare thighs.
He strokes his cock angrily and his body jerks up and down in the chair like a live wire.
He moans loudly with the incredibly sensation of spilling his spunk all over his stomach in front of these women.
The professor grins very turned on and proud of what she's made this dumb farmer do.
He's lethargic and exhausted after having such a powerful orgasm.
Behind them the door to the surgery silently swings open.
“Dad?!”
Latitia is struck with fear thinking they've been caught out.
The young man is dumbstruck at seeing his father like this.
Professor Yeltsin senses an opportunity to have some more fun. “Dr Carrington?”
“Shall we?”
Now that George has been treated so efficiently the doctors tell him to dress. He must wait while they examine his son who claims to suffer from a similar problem. Joe goes red-faced stripping for the confident medical professionals, but he knows better than to disobey his father and the doctors. Now he’s standing between them fully naked with their critical eyes scanning every inch of his body.
The two medical professionals hungrily eye up the farmer’s son.
They take charge of the young man, their hands moving freely over his body.
They pinch and prod his firm young body. Every intrusive touch makes his nerves prickle and come alive.
Joe stiffens nervously under the doctor's firm touch. He’s never been naked in front of a woman before.
George is worried his son isn’t going to comply with the doctor and the professor. And he knows from experience how important it is to do exactly what they say.
As Joe begins to fidget under the doctors' attention George feels the need to intervene. “Now you hold still Joe,” he tells his son.
Confronted with the threatening gaze of his father, this willful boy does exactly as he's told.
“Now then young man,” says Professor Yeltsin, “how often do you suffer from these unpleasant emissions like your father?” Joe squirms uncomfortably hearing his personal matter discussed so freely.
“Every day miss…” he replies, mortified.
“Hmm,” the professor muses, “please turn around and lean over the table.”
He gasps as he feels the professor take hold of his butt cheeks.
No one has ever seen this part of his body before and he is horrified and disgusted as the women take an interest in examining his hole.
His body trembles incredibly aware that this shameful part of his body is exposed to two adult women.
The professor pulls the hairy cheeks apart to get a better look.
The professor spins the shocked boy around.
Professor Yeltsin looks down at his penis which has grown during the examination, and says with authority, “This swelling must be controlled. By professionals.”
Joe climbs up onto the table and the medical professionals skillfully direct his legs into place.
The doctor takes his cock and begins stroking him.
George watches his son, pleased that the doctors will be able to help him too. It’s for his own good.
The women glance at each other with satisfaction knowing this handsome lad is now fully under their control.
Latitia smiles at the Professor delighted to have an ally in her unorthodox practise.
Joe can feel himself becoming very excited as he does so against his will when he's riding the tractor and the fact that it's happening in front of two women makes it a thousand times more humiliating.
The doctor turns her attention to his testicles expertly stimulating him.
He is alarmed by the smiles on the women's faces, terrified at what they may be thinking and ashamed that his body is so easily manipulated.
His heavy balls ache for release.
The doctor stops stroking him and holds his hard cock which throbs desperate for more attention.
“Time for the pump professor?” the doctor asks.
“The pump?” thinks Joe horrified.
The doctor reaches forwards, Joe’s worst fears realised.
The device is fitted over his cock and Joe feels a frightening new low - that he needs to be treated like a farm yard animal!
Now firmly in place the pump gets to work making Joe’s penis throb and pulse rhythmically.
Joe is astonished at the effect the pump is having. His cock is so hard it hurts and his balls feel ready to explode.
He moans and writhes in the chair trying to control himself, but the sensation is overwhelming.
Joe gets that tell tale feeling…
And shoots a ferocious amount of cum up into the pump.
With a boyish moan of ecstasy the semen explodes from his cock.
"Settle down and control yourself," the doctor says as the lad groans and tries to thrust upward into the sucking device.
He does as she says and keeps still though it is difficult with the heady sensation of being sucked dry.
Joe strains as the pump prolongs his powerful orgasm.
He looks nervously from one woman to another unable to believe they witnessed his most intense orgasm ever.
Huge dollups of semen fly out of the end of the tube splattering down onto the table and the floor.
“Ugh! Look at the amount of discharge,” says Professor Yeltsin.
George hands his son a hankerchief to clean up with. “Thanks dad,” says the flushed young man.
"Oi have to say ..."
“Thank you so much doctors.”
“It’s my opinion that you must both come for treatment once a week.”
“And Joe, on no account are you to ‘adjust yourself’ from now on,” instructs Professor Yeltsin.
The men nod solemnly so overwhelmed by the control the doctors have exerted over them they will do anything they say.
“I’ve misjudged you Carrington. You are doing fine work at this clinic.”
“Thank you Professor. But, you know, Mr Pile has several other sons as well.”
“It would be prudent to have them all come in for treatment.”
“Yes, I agree with your assessment Professor.
“I may well have some student nurses observe and study your methods.”
“I might pop by to watch as well. Frequently.”
“You’re welcome. Just drop in at any time.”
The women shake hands firmly satisfied at a job well done.THE END ...
