Fairhaven is a very multicultural city. Even the most casual of observers will notice that we have a considerable number of citizens who are of Chinese ancestry here.
If you are somewhat
more
observant you will also notice that we have a sizable number of people living here who are Honduran, Korean, Nicaraguan, Russian, Salvadoran, Thai and Vietnamese.
I haven't lived in this city for very long, and I'm still trying to get the hang of things. I still have trouble telling the difference between Hondurans and the Nicaraguans. Or the difference between the Thais and the Vietnamese.
Most of the time it doesn't make a difference, however, when a soccer game is being played between the Nicaraguans and the Hondurans do
not
root for either team until you know the ancestry of the people that surround you. People in Fairhaven take their soccer very seriously, and they can get angry if you root for the wrong team.
I felt sort of like a fish out of water in Fairhaven. I didn't grow up in a very multicultural neighborhood, and I'm still trying to fit in.
I live in Fairhaven now because I was accepted by the Chandler Theater, Fairhaven Center for the Performing Arts, to be one of their performing dancers.
The Chandler Theater is nowhere near as big or famous as the American Ballet Theatre, but once they'd offered me a contract, I had to take it. My parents both performed ballet on stage and they insisted that there was no way that a son of theirs could be anything else in this life other than a professional dancer in the world of ballet.
Am I getting off track here? I feel like I'm getting off track here.
So, I suppose I should start off with my doctor's appointment at the Augustus Beach Medical Group. According to Darya, this is where all the dancers and choreographers with the Chandler Theatre go when we need medical help.
Okay, maybe I should explain about Darya. Darya is another dancer with the Chandler Theatre. She has a face like Jennifer Lawrence and the svelte, graceful, toned body of a ballerina. She also has a sexy Russian accent. I have a huge crush on her and swore that I would do anything to make her my girlfriend.
Darya took my oath seriously, and she's testing the strength of my commitment by forcing me to pass certain tests before she will officially accept me as her boyfriend.
The first test she came up with was rather humiliating, so, I wasn't overly surprised when the second test turned out to be humiliating as well.
For the second test, I was supposed to allow Darya to fuck me with a fake cock. I'm well-hung, however Darya's fake cock was even larger than my real one.
Darya assured me that there was no way my tight, little anus could take being impaled on her massive thermoplastic rubber cock without causing me injury.
"Your tiny, boyish anus will need to be opened and widened," Darya assured me, "This is time-consuming, but not very difficult."
Not difficult.
Okay, that part confused me. If it wasn't very difficult, why did I need to see a doctor to help open and widen my anus? If it was simple why couldn't a simple layperson do it?
I suspected that sending me to the doctor was just one more way Darya had come up with to humiliate and embarrass me. And; while I was probably right about that; I allowed the doctor's name to be a distraction to me.
The doctor's named was Doctor Capiendo, and I spent far too much time pondering if the name Capiendo was Honduran or Nicaraguan or Salvadoran or whatever. It turns out that there were factors other than national origin I should have been concerned about.
When Darya told me to make an appointment with Doctor Capiendo, I had assumed that Doctor Capiendo would be a man somewhere between thirty-five and sixty-five years old age.
It's kind of the way doctors are most often portrayed on television. Just think of Doctor Stephen Franklin, Doctor Gregory House, Doctor Bob Kelso or Doctor Perry Cox.
Because of my assumption that my doctor was going to be a fatherly (or grandfatherly) type, I was totally thrown when Doctor Capiendo turned out to be a very attractive woman in her late twenties.
I still wasn't certain of her national origins, she looked exotic, however she utterly failed to have a foreign accent. I guessed that she was born and raised in California.
She had a very slender waist and very high cheekbones. She also had professionally styled hair and lips like Angelina Jolie.
I can't explain it, but somehow explaining my situation to a young, attractive female made me feel much more uncomfortable than explaining it to a middle-aged man.
Darya probably anticipated that. That's probably why she had me make an appointment with Doctor Capiendo in the first place.
"So, Scott," she said all friendly and receptive, "what brings you in here today?"
I had been very evasive with the medical staff when I made the appointment. I thought that would make it less embarrassing for me. It turns out that my tactics hadn't helped me at all. I felt my face heat up almost burning hot with embarrassment as I began to explain my situation.
"Um, well, I sort of have a sexual partner," I said, feeling my face get hotter with every word that came out of my mouth, "And there's been this talk of us having anal sex. There's, um, a problem, um, as my anus is too small and there might be tearing and bleeding unless we can find a way to, um, widen my sphincter muscle."
I thought I might die from having to admit such a humiliation thing, yet Doctor Capiendo didn't even blink. The way she reacted, you might think that she heard this sort of thing a dozen times a day.
"Not a problem," Doctor Capiendo informed me, "The sphincter muscle actually has the capacity to be stretched and widened far wider than most people realize."
She wrote down something in my medical file and asked, "About how wide is the sexual organ that you need to accept inside your anus?"
I made a circle with my thumb and forefinger to indicate how thick Darya's fake cock was it it's widest point. Doctor Capiendo paid close attention to my response and smiled.
Okay, well the girth of your friend's penis is impressive," she said, "but, it's not impossible to accommodate. We just need to stretch your anal orifice first and get it to open wider."
Then, to make my experience even more humiliating, Doctor Capiendo asked me to strip from the waist down, so she could check my anus and make certain that there wouldn't be any complications in making it wider.
It seemed like an added humiliation, however, I was the one who made the appointment and told the doctor that I wanted to widen my asshole, so I suppose I only had myself to blame. I kicked off my shoes, unzipped the front of my pants and in less than a minute I was naked from the waist down.
Doctor Capiendo then had me lean forward, place my elbows on the examination table and stick my exposed buttocks high up in the air.
I knew what was coming, however, being forewarned didn't make me any less squeamish. Somehow, Doctor Capiendo thrusting her fingers into my rectum felt far more humiliating than Darya thrusting her fingers into my rectum.
First, she snapped on a latex glove and then coated her fingers with something called HR lubricating jelly. I was grateful that she used lubricant, however, I was shocked at how cold it was when her fingers speared my anus.
Doctor Capiendo smeared my asshole with the lubricating jelly and then I felt her finger impale my sensitive anus and probe as deep as it could go. She wiggled it around inside of me, locating nerve endings that I didn't even know that I had. Then she added another finger, stretching my anal opening wider and wider, until it hurt.
It was the most humiliating and uncomfortable experience I had ever had with a medical doctor, however, on some level I also found it to be intimate and arousing. Something about being naked from the waist down and at the mercy of a woman who impaled my most secret orifice with her fingers and left me feeling helpless and at her mercy made me feel aroused. My cock even began to swell and get hard. Of course, I never mentioned any of this to Doctor Capiendo.
"Okay, there's no swelling or obstructions," Doctor Capiendo announced after she removed her fingers from my asshole, "However, you are very tight. I don't advise that you and your partner engage in any sort of anal sex until your sphincter muscle had been opened significantly wider than it is right now."
Then she wrote down the address and phone number of a place on Lockwood Boulevard and told me to go there and purchase an assortment of anal training tools.
"Anal training tools?" I asked.
Doctor Capiendo smiled reassuringly and replied, "They're not that complicated."
Then she went on to explain, "Basically, they're items that are made from plastic that are designed to be inserted into the rectum for sexual pleasure. In some ways, they're like a dildo, but they tend to be shorter, and have a flanged end to prevent the device from being lost inside the rectum. The smallest ones will be only slightly thicker than my finger. The thickest ones will be about as thick as your boyfriend's penis. You start off by inserting one of the smaller ones into your rectum and then you keep it inside of you most of the day for two or three weeks. Having it constantly inside of you will keep your sphincter muscle from closing up, thus it will be forced to remain open and become wider."
I was about to ask the obvious question of what to do next, but the good doctor answered that question before I could ask it.
"And then you move up to the next larger size," she continued, "If you keep one of these inside your rectum religiously and keep transitioning up to the larger size every few weeks, you should be able to enlarge your sphincter muscle safety and eventually be able to have anal sex without hurting yourself."
. . .
It was embarrassing having to tell Doctor Capiendo that I wanted to widen my sphincter muscle for the purpose of having anal sex, and it just got worse when I had to go to the sex shop on Lockwood Avenue.
I had never been inside of a sex shop before, so I didn't really know what to expect. I stepped inside and wandered around, gawking at everything like a tourist. I think I got a sense of what Alice felt like when she wandered into the Mad Hatter's Tea Party.
Before I set foot inside of the Pleasure Palace, I had never even
heard
