Jade Unicorn Ch 06

Happy you have arrived here! A brief summary, in case you're cumming into the series here. Jade, a PhD candidate in Anthropology, has determined her thesis will be on human sexuality. She's benefited from the help of a (slightly) older, but much more experienced student, Elroy. Please let me know how much you enjoyed this story by leaving me a comment and/or ranking it. I had fun writing it. - ek

"You knew?"

"Of course I knew. Jade practically told me,"

I had her on speaker. We were in the dungeon, Jade on her knees, her mouth over my stiffening member.

"That's it," I coached her, "now slide it back further until you get it past your uvula."

"How's she doing?"

I stroked the back of her head lightly, listening to her gag. "Better. You're doing much better, Jade. Look how much further you've gotten my cock down your throat. You want to see?"

Lise laughed. My cock swelled at the sound. "Sure!"

We switched to video and I pointed the selfie camera at the two of us. "Hold on, not much you can see from this angle." I saw Lise was in her room, dressed in a light cover-up, her nipples clearly swollen. Swinging my arm down, I angled the camera to Jade's profile, her hands tied behind her, her mouth only halfway down my shaft. She was drooling and gagging, trying to get a better angle.

"You look so nice, Jade. You're becoming such a good little cocksucker. You're almost there. That's so much further than I can go."

I pulled the phone back up. "You still on track for the next few weeks?"

She nodded, both of us enjoying the sound of Jade's hard work, all of us enjoying her supplication. "Yes. I should be wrapping this up and then I'm coming in for a few weeks before the next one starts."

Jade held her head still and looked up to try and catch my eye, her expression as close to delight as it could get given her position.

"Both of us would enjoy that immensely. Jade should be healed by then and no doubt will be eager to have you show us the ropes."

I felt a vibration on my cockhead; Jade had giggled.

"Okay," I said. "I think she needs some attention. It's late there! We'll talk again before you head back." I pointed the phone down to Jade's face to let her nod and cut the connection.

"You ready?"

She nodded.

"We'll take it slowly, and you pull off as soon as you need." I took a step back, watching her reach with her mouth, my cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged and shuffled her knees to close the distance. I stepped back again; she shuffled to stay close. Again; she gagged, her hands wriggling behind her. Again. We made our way around the room, slowly, my cock entering and leaving her throat, her drool leaving a trail behind her.

I stopped at a bench and sat down, letting her slide over the top. In this position she had a better angle and I felt her throat glide over me, wet, warm and tight. I held her there, feeling her muscles work me until I was past the point of no return. My hands held her still as I came down her throat. "Nice job, Jade." I stroked her hair, not letting her off, my penis shrinking, dragging a line of cum across her tongue. "You really are becoming an excellent cocksucker."

The blush extended from her hairline down to her shoulders, deepening her color.

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"When was the last time you had a prostate cleansing?"

I looked from my work, the question sparking a pulse in that organ. "Ummm," I had to think. Ever? "Never," I concluded.

"Really? Your ex never did it? You've never been pegged?"

She was so nonchalant when she asked these things; so different from when I was her age, but she wasn't that much younger. The world was changing faster than I could keep track.

"Yesss," I assured her. "We enjoyed that several times." I could feel the memory of Eva sliding her dildo into my anus and then up my rectum. I shifted at the sensation. "But we never called that a prostate cleansing…"

"Yeah. They're definitely different. Here, take a look." She turned her screen toward me, a cross-sectional image of a male anatomy showing three fingers inserted into the rectum, curling forward to press against the walnut-sized organ. Notably, the penis was flaccid in the illustration, but I very much doubted that was a realistic rendering. "It supposedly was once all the rage, presumably to help with prostate function, but the latest literature calls it a myth. At least medically." She looked at me, expectantly.

"Sounds like fun. Maybe later? After I get through this horrific model?"

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"Hi! Mr. Krishbley? Did I get that right? Hi! I'm your PA, Jade Chance. I'll be performing the procedure today. Are you ready?" She greeted me at my office door wearing one of my white oxfords, the hem barely covering her, the stubble of her bush a shadow between her legs. She'd popped a gimme hat in her head 'Andersen's Medical Supplies,' and was holding a clipboard in the crook of her arm.

"Sure," I agreed. "Just need a minute. Where do you want me?"

"Great. You can meet me in exam room three, just at the end of the hall."

I acknowledged her with a quiet grunt, the thought of being the subject of her medical fetish obliterating whatever I had intended to do. I sighed and signed out.

The end of the hall. The guest bedroom. I rarely had reason to go in there, barely looking in on my way somewhere else. The door was generally open. It was closed as I approached. I knocked. "Okay to come in?"

"Yes! Hello! Come in!" She was leaning against the wall waiting for me, her legs crossed, pushing her jewelry out. "Please. Make yourself comfortable."

I nodded, looking around. There was paper laid over the bed, the covers removed, the white sheets exposed beneath. The blinds had been closed, and she'd moved the desk near the foot of the bed. A circle of yellow lit the middle of the paper from a task lamp she'd positioned on the desk.

"Please," she invited me with a small wave of her arm toward the chair she'd placed on the other side of the bed, "take a seat.

"I just have a few questions before we begin the procedure. Are you comfortable?"

I nodded, crossing my legs. "Yep. Can't wait!"

"Okay! Well, to confirm, it says you're in for a prostate massage, is that right?" She pulled a pen from behind her ear, preparing to make some notes.

"Yes, that's right."

"Have you had this procedure before?"

I shook my head, watching her get into her role.

"And why did you choose to have it done today? Are you experiencing any difficulties ejaculating? Any pain, discomfort? Any trouble urinating?"

"My girlfriend suggested I might benefit from it, and no, no, no and no."

She looked up from her checklist. "Your girlfriend? Has she mentioned any concerns with your ejaculate? It's taste, consistency, or quantity?"

I started laughing, but quickly quieted at her reaction. "Not that she's ever said to me. She seems very satisfied with the quality and quantity of my…semen."

"That's fine then. I'll just take a few vitals while we go over the details."

She held my wrist between her finger and thumb, looking at her watch.

"We'll have you disrobe and get you positioned on the table." She pulled a digital thermometer from the desk and poked it against my forehead. "I'll do a quick superficial inspection of your reproductive system, then an inspection of your anus, and the inner lining of your rectum, and then we'll get you set up for the procedure. Any questions? Is that about what you expected?"

Before I could answer, she leaned down in front of me to stare into my eyes. The shirt fell open revealing her breasts hanging freely. "Eyes up here for a moment, Mr. Krishbley. I'll have you look down in a bit. Thank you." She rubbed her thumbs in my temples, massaging the muscles of my jaw. I felt the drip of endorphins in my head, my cock starting to swell. "Now if you could look up at the ceiling, great; now to the side; perfect, now down; thank you, and to the other side. That was great. Did you see anything unusual in any direction?"

I smiled at her and shook my head. "It all looks familiar."

"That's fantastic. Your vitals are all normal, so I think we're ready to begin." She stood up, laying her clipboard down on the desk. "I'll just step outside while you disrobe. All the way down to your birthday suit, please. Completely naked. No underwear, no socks, nothing. Any jewelry can be removed as well. We want you completely stripped. Bare. I'll check with you in a moment." She looked around. "You can just put your things on the chair, there."

I waited until she left and quickly stripped off. I didn't have much on, so I was done practically as soon as the door clicked shut.

A few moments later she rapped on the door and opened it a crack. "Are you completely nude, Mr. Krishbley?" She swung the door open as I turned back from laying down my clothes. "That's fine. Thank you."

My penis had begun to thicken, its head pointing a little away from my sac, bobbing as I moved. I couldn't sit on the chair, so I stood uncertainly.

"Let me just get my clipboard, oopsie, I'm so sorry!" She'd brushed her arm across my cock, her fine hairs tickling it. It responded with a slight nod, the touch forcing an unconscious reaction.

"We just need to do a quick inspection of your penis, testes and scrotum. You can put your hands behind you back. No. I'm sorry. Can I ask you to put them behind your head? Thank you!"

She reached past me again, this time studiously avoiding my cock, grabbing two gloves before kneeling down in front of me. She placed the clipboard on the floor between her knees. In this position, with her legs spread, I could see straight down her shirt, past her breasts, all the way to the cleft peeking out between her legs. I could see her nipples, swollen in their rods, and the rings laying across her labia. My cock twitched, rising up another half inch.

"Mmm," she commented, making a note on the board. "It's perfectly normal for you to get an erection during this procedure; there's nothing to be embarrassed about." She looked up, confirming I understood. "Any concerns about your penis?" She began palpitating it, starting at the base, squeezing it along the sides in short pulses, and then returning to squeeze it back to front all the way up to the glans. Her touch was almost clinical, stopping to recheck an area before continuing.

The effect was predictable: by the time she'd finished, my cock had thickened and extended an inch, pointing directly out from my pubic bone toward her nose, my balls curling up against its base.

"That all feels normal, Mr. Krishbley, and again, don't be concerned about your erection; its best to not fight it. I'm going to inspect your glans, now. Please tell me if I need to be gentler; I know how sensitive this part of the anatomy can be."

I laughed mentally at where she was taking this, my cock jerking at the vision of her as a real PA. Preposterous, but not so ridiculous that I wasn't getting turned on. I jerked my legs at her touch, the silky material of the glove surprising me.

"Everything okay?" She had stopped, resting her thumb and finger on my head, slightly pinching around the hole. She looked up to see me nod. "I'm seeing something at the entrance to your urethra I'd like to check a little more carefully. Stay there for a second. I just need a different tool." She stood up. "You can rest your arms; I'll be right back."

I watched her step behind me to get something from the desk, the mystery of her next exam making me harder. When she returned in front of me, I was at 45 degrees—an arrow pointing towards the ceiling.

"Ahhh. Excellent. It is better when you are a bit stiffer. This is perfect." She wrapped her hand around the shaft, the inside of her wrist pressing against the bottom of my glans. I pulsed and she smiled, nodding, pulsing back. "Nice to meet your little man, Mr. Krishbley. This next exam might be a little uncomfortable.

"May I ask you to return your hands to your neck? Thank you."

She knelt down again and pulled up a thin glass pipette, positioning it at the entrance.

Returning her finger and thumb, she pinched again, shaping the hole from its regular oval-slit into a circle. "I believe I saw some discharge a little earlier and I just want to get a sample. You've not had any burning here, have you? When you urinate or ejaculate?"

I shook my head. "No. Nothing at all."

She very slowly inserted the tip into my hole, very very gently probing and pushing. It must have been lubricated because it slid in with no friction, the sensation completely new to me.

"How are you doing, Mr. Krishbley? I'm sorry if this is a little uncomfortable, but I won't go much further." She inserted it another half inch and stopped. "This is called a urethral sounding. You can see how healthy your penis is—there's no pain, and it's holding it on its own."

I looked down to see the pipe extending from my cock, its end moving in rhythm with my heartbeat. I was getting even harder.

"Ok! I think I've gotten what I need!" She pinched below my glans and slowly dragged the tube out, inspecting it along the way. "It looks fine, but we'll send it to the lab just to be sure." She patted my thigh and set it down on the desk. "Just a little further and we'll get to that massage."

She pressed her finger and thumb down toward the juncture of my sac and shaft, watching as I pulsed, my erection stiffening further. With the fingers and thumbs of both hands, she gently pulled on my scrotum, spreading the skin to see my blood vessels.

"That all looks great! Let me just check your testes, and we'll be done with this part."

She cupped my balls in one hand and rolled them with her other, as if she was making cookies. After a moment, she squeezed one gently, feeling all around it, up to the top, and repeated the process on the other. "No pain or discomfort? They both feel normal; your vesicles feel intact and firm. Okay!

"You've been so cooperative and patient. And your penis is almost perfectly erect. Exactly as we need it for the next exam."

She stood back up and made notes, ignoring me. I was impressed with her staying in role, in spite of the ridiculousness of the rest of the room, her dress, and a thousand other details.

"Thank you Mr. Krishbley. If I can have you get on your hands and knees on the bed here. Yes, that's perfect.

"Now if you could rest your forearms in front of you, yes, that's it, parallel to the…perfect. Now please just rest your head on them like a pillow while I prepare a couple of things.

"Are you comfortable? I mean, as comfortable as anyone can be, naked, exposed and vulnerable with their ass in the air, right?"

She stroked my cheek, the glove sliding, slippery across the taut skin.

"Let's start with a superficial exam. I'm going to check your penis and testes in this position, then move to your perineum, before checking your anus and your annular sphincter."

I grunted a laugh.

"Sorry. Did you need something?" She reached through and felt my cock, stroking her hand up and over the glans, forcing me to jerk.

"No," I gasped, "I was just clearing my throat."

She stroked my scrotum, my balls hanging more freely now: two rocks in a pendulum. Pulling her arm through, she rubbed her hairs against my perineum, flipping over at the wrist to bring her index and middle fingers together, pressing them firmly into the muscle at the base of my penis. She continued massaging until she reached the edge of my asshole.

"That all feels good. Any pain or discomfort?"

"Nope. That felt pretty good to me too."

She giggled softly. "Let's take a look at your anus now. It looks intact: no tears, no hemorrhoids, no open wounds. You keep it nice and clean: I don't see any stool or remnants of paper. Very nice. Now I'm going to check its health, bear with me…I just need a little lubricant."

She moved to the table. I turned my head to watch, but she was too far behind me. The air in my open hole felt nice; my cock was stiffening in anticipation.

"Here we go. Apologies, it might be a little cold."

I flinched slightly as she slipped a finger into the opening, the lube cool against my insides. Quickly twisting it, she pushed the finger in up to her second knuckle.

"Ohhh, fuck."

"Is that okay, Mr. Krishbley? I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No," I panted, "it feels really good."

"Oh! Okay. Well you should feel free to curse as much as you want; I've heard it all. We're going to open you up a little so I can feel your rectum, okay?"

"Okay," I exhaled, preparing for the next step. "Okay." My breath was getting a little labored. I felt the tip of her second finger and moaned as she slid it in as far as the other.

"You're very tight. That's good. Can you give me a squeeze? Ohhh. Very nice. Very strong. I'm just going to see if I can get these fingers into you a little deeper."

I gasped as she pushed into me, filling me, and then I clenched when pushed against my prostate.

"Ahh, I think we found it. But we're not quite ready for that. Just a sec."

She quickly withdrew her fingers, leaving me open for a moment before I clenched closed, the lube slippery against my sphincter.

"Have you ever had more than two fingers in your rectum, Mr. Krishbley? I ask, because the standard practice we use in this office is the three finger massage, and we might not be able to do that protocol today, if you aren't physically able to safely accept three fingers."

"Ummm," I bought some time, not sure what Jade was suggesting. Her fingers were pretty slight; the two weren't that tough to take. "I'm pretty sure I've had more than three fingers' thickness in my rectum, umm, how do I refer to you? Dr.? Jade?…?"

"PA Jade is perfect. PA as in Prostatic Administrator, but that's just a mouthful, which, as I look at it, so is your penis! So PA Jade will always work. So, you were saying you think we can safely use our standard protocol, the three fingered prostate massage on you today, Mr. Krishbley?"

She dripped more lube on my ring; the cold made me clench. "I admire the strength of your sphincter. It's a good sign of bowel health. Let's see if we can clear some of the rest of your plumbing with this massage."

And she began right then: slipping the tips of three fingers into the tight muscle, the lube preventing me from stopping her. I groaned as she got to her first knuckle, her other hand softly stroking my lower back. "And now to the next stage; please try and relax your anus for me, Mr. Krishbley…oooh! That was nicely done!

"Ohhh fuckkk, yes!" She'd buried her fingers deep into me, their tips lodged against the rectum wall, pushing against the spongy gland behind it.

"Now, just a little bit further…"

"Oooh FuCK. God. Yes! Shit!" Her fingers were 'beneath' the gland, in a position for her to manipulate it.

"Tell me if this too much, Mr. Krishbley, or if you need me to go faster, or slower."

With each tiny movement of her fingers, my penis swelled. I imagined my cockhead growing to size of a mushroom, purple and ready to explode. The image of me spraying the paper with my cum made me clench around her fingers, driving her deeper into me.

"FUckkk yes. Fuck yes. Fuck yes." I grunted out each time she stroked my gland, pushing in and up, then pushing in and dragging down. She repeated the pattern three more times, my cock as hard as an iron bar.

"That's very good, Mr. Krishbley, very good indeed. We're ready to begin in earnest, now…"

"What?…OH FUCK! Yes! GodOhGodOhGodFuckmeFuckMeFUCKME!" She had pressed her hand on my lumbar spine and manipulated my prostate with her fingers, moving faster than my ass could clench, until I couldn't hold back. "ImcummingImcummingImcummmmming…" my cock swelled and my muscles tried to close around her, the sensations deep inside me radiating out and up through shaft, my jism arcing out of me to hit my chin, the sound of drops splattering on the paper letting Jade know she'd been successful. But she didn't stop, continuing to rub my gland, forcing more sperm from me until I begged her to stop.