Chapter 1: The First Appointment

I slept like a baby after successfully finishing a long week of mid-term exams. I woke up in the small of the morning, knowing today was the day I was supposed to meet Dr. Richards - at least that was the name he used in the online forum where we met, and the name he wanted me to use to address him once we did meet in reality. I knew from our discussions that he wasn’t an actual physician, but he did enjoy roleplaying as a “doctor” in clinical facilities he would often borrow after hours.

It was a Saturday. I didn’t have weekend classes, nor did I have anything else planned until later in the evening. The address he had given me was associated with an actual clinic, but it was only listed as being open Monday through Friday. It would be closed today. This seemed to be a perfect opportunity to meet, and I had mapped the route on my phone the night before.

Dr. Richards had been the one to suggest this Saturday as a possible meeting date when he first offered a private face-to-face. I had never been approached with a proposal like that before. When I joined the special interest forum, I never imagined it would lead me to explore with a male dominant. But he had been kind and understanding in all of our private exchanges, and he promised that I was under no obligation to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with.

Until I finished my breakfast and left my apartment, I had not decided if I would actually walk to the clinic. I had the map and directions. I knew what time he expected me. But even as I began the walk, I had not decided if I was ready for what he had in mind.

What he actually had in mind, I did not know yet. But I sensed that it was something sexual. Wild sexual fantasies fill the dreams of every male in college, and I was no different. But this was a man looking to meet me, not the sexy dominatrix I had always imagined.

When I arrived at the clinic, the door was locked. I knocked on the glass, trying to peer into the darkness to see if he was actually there to meet me. The door opened suddenly, surprising me as I stood with hands shading the sun and face pressed to the window.

“Good morning, young man. I’m glad you could make it.” He was wearing a physician’s coat, and his gray hair was just as wild as it was in his profile photos. He even had a stethoscope around his neck, looking very much like he belonged here, ready to receive patients on a normal day.

But this day would be far from normal.

He led me into the clinic, locking the front door behind him. We were the only ones present in the building. The waiting room was dim, lit only by a single fluorescent night light and the red glow of the exit sign. There was light visible from a doorway down the darkened hall, towards which he guided me.

Entering the room, I saw it was one of the clinic’s standard examination rooms. But today was not going to be a wellness check. This was something very non-standard.

“Please, have a seat. Can I get you a bottle of water before we get started?” his eyes darting over me curiously.

“Yes, sir.” I replied, my mouth feeling a bit dry from nerves. As he stepped out of the room and down the hall, I paced nervously and took in the surroundings.

The examination room was a typical one, with a chair against one wall and a paper-covered examination table on the other. At the end of the room, there was a sink and a cabinet full of various medical supplies. The walls were white, and there was a poster of the human body hung up on one wall. In one corner, there was a shelf full of colorful books and toys, meant to distract young patients during their visit. But I was 19, no longer a little kid.

I took a seat on the chair as I took it all in.

I heard the sound of a refrigerator door closing, and then the doctor’s footsteps approaching as he returned to the room with bottles in hand.

He looked at me curiously when he entered, not yet handing me the bottle of water. “I didn’t expect you to sit there, Craig. Hop up on the exam table. The chair is mine.” He grinned at me, gesturing towards the tall paper-lined table against the wall.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir.” I replied, blushing a little. I did as he asked, hopping up onto the table and leaning back against the crinkly paper.

He handed me the bottle of water, and I took a long gulp.

“Good stuff.” He said, taking a sip from his own bottle. “Are you ready to talk about what you’re here for today?”

I nodded, a bit nervous and unsure what to say.

“Well, you’re a young, handsome lad. You might be wondering what sort of exam I have in mind for you. It’s certainly not traditional medical work. But if you’re willing to take a chance and step out of your comfort zone, I think you’ll find it to be quite exciting.”

He began by asking me questions about my life - my coursework this semester, what I liked to do in my spare time, if I had attended the big rivalry game last weekend. I talked about my parents, my friends, and the summer trip to Europe we were planning. I didn’t expect the long discussion but spending nearly 30 minutes simply talking helped put my mind at ease.

“And how about a girlfriend?” He asked, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

“I am friends with lots of girls, but just girls as friends,” I admitted to him. My high school sweetheart had chosen to end our long relationship when we were accepted into two different universities, hours apart. It was still a painful memory, and I chose not to share those feelings here.

“What kind of girls do you like?”

I shrugged, not sure how to answer.

“Don’t be shy, Craig. It’s OK to admit you like a girl with a nice pair of tits, or a firm ass.”

I blushed, not used to hearing such language from anyone in his position. It was easy to forget he wasn’t a real doctor.

“Are there girls here at school that you think about? That you dream about?”

I nodded slowly, not wanting to get into details.

“Is there a girl you fantasize about when you masturbate?”

I didn’t respond, the questions quickly becoming uncomfortable.

“You don’t have to be shy. It’s normal, you know. It’s healthy to have sexual thoughts and urges. And it’s healthy to masturbate. It’s part of growing up. In fact, it’s part of the reason I invited you to join me here today.”

“I ... I’m not sure what you mean, sir.”

“Well, I’m going to let you in on a little secret, Craig. Today, I am going to help you explore some very personal things about sex, and pleasure, and perhaps your sexuality. If you’re up for it, that is.”

I was definitely up for it. But I had no idea what he had in mind.

“I know you’re probably thinking - I’m a guy and he’s a man,” breaking some of the tension as he attempted to imitate the voice in my head. “But I’m also here with you today as a doctor, and it’s a doctor’s job to help people with their health. Men and women, boys and girls. And sexual health is important to your overall health as a young adult. Does that make sense to you?”

I nodded slowly, not sure where he was going with this.

“Now, I’m going to ask you to stand up, remove your clothes, and then hop back up on the examination table. You can keep your underwear on, if you’d like. We’re going to do some tests and experiments. I’ll need to see your penis eventually, but not today. No need to rush things.”

I was shocked, but also intrigued. A moment earlier he had used words like “tits” and “ass” to describe girls, but now he chose to say “penis” and not “cock” to reference my own body. It felt very clinical, and perhaps that was actually his intent.

I slipped off the edge of the table and onto the floor. I slowly began to remove my clothes starting with my t-shirt and then moving to my shoes and jeans. I was nervous, and my hands trembled as he watched me carefully as I stripped. I tried not to actually appear as nervous as I was - but he could sense I was suddenly shy. My real doctor had never been in the room when I undressed for a physical, and those visits had never involved being this naked. I was curious where things would lead.

After removing my clothes, I hopped back up onto the table. I was in my underwear, and he looked pleased. “That’s a good start, Craig. I’d like to put this bracelet on your wrist to monitor your heart as we proceed. Is that okay with you?”

I nodded, still wondering what he had in mind. He attached the monitor to my wrist and turned his attention back to me. “Now, Craig. I want you to close your eyes and just focus on your breathing. Take deep, steady breaths. In and out. In and out.”

I did as he said, feeling my heart rate slow down with each breath.

He placed his hand on my forehead, just above my eyes. The touch felt warm and soothing, a welcome change to the cool air in the room now that I nearly naked. I began to feel calm.

“That’s perfect, Craig. You are doing great.” He said, stroking my head gently. “That is a great baseline heart rate. You are a very healthy young man.”

I smiled, glad he approved. I could hear the quiet pings from the monitor on my wrist, the slow rhythmic sound closely matching the ticking of the clock on the wall.