CONTENT WARNING: This story contains elements of non-consent/reluctance, medical abuse, incapacitation via drugs, and more. If you do not want to read those topics, you have been warned.
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"Mr. Bettiker?"
Sitting in the sterile lobby of my new dentist's office, I don't even lift my head when my name is called. Mr. Bettiker is my father, I'm just Josh, dammit! But no, not anymore. I'm a man now and will have to get used to this.
"Right this way."
This is actually the first appointment I've ever made for myself. Having just moved out at 23, I'm still used to being coddled by my parents. Of course they still support me financially but it's hard navigating the adult world! Finding a dentist that matched my insurance, the copay, bills, bills, more bills, AH! I don't know if I'm ready for this!
"Here we are, the doctor will be right with you."
I twiddle my thumbs after taking a seat on the plush teal chair. There's a photo of a quintessential suburban family on the wall, four kids and a happy couple. It's nice to see these are the kinds of people I now live around. Hearty, healthy, grounded people. Not like the insanity and vanity of my native Los Angeles.
A few minutes later the man I recognize from the photo lumbers in. He's so tall he has to duck under the doorframe, and damn, he's big too! Probably north of 250 lbs but certainly not fat, just a corn-fed, Midwest man. As the 6'3" star of my college football team I'm used to being an alpha male, but I have to remember none of that means shit in the real world. This guy has me on height, weight, plus he's a damn doctor! I really have to step my game up!
"You must be Josh," the big man says as he offers me his massive palm.
I try to stand but am kept down by his other hand on my shoulder. Intimidated by his aura, I offer a flimsy shake. My quarterback's palm feels tiny in his hairy bear paw, and though he opts not to crush me his warm greeting is arguably more emasculating.
"I'm Dr. Wellington, your new dentist. Did you just move to St. Louis?"
He still hasn't pulled his hands away and I stumble, "y-yeah. From Los Angeles."
"Ah, a California boy. No wonder your grip is so soft!"
He gives me a cheeky wink then steps back to roll up his sleeves. I can't believe how much I've already embarrassed myself during my first real outing as an adult and resolve to carry myself with more confidence and masculinity in the future--like Dr. Wellington.
I glance at the older man, hoping to one day keep my body in shape like his. His forearms are muscular and his bulging biceps strain the fabric of his tight blue button up. Though he's balding, his thick mustache and beard more than make up for it. His dark blue pants and tie scream luxury, and to top it off he smells incredible! Which reminds me: it's time to ditch the Axe body spray! Damn, no one warned me being a man was this hard!
"Usually the hygienist would clean you but she's out today," he informs me while snapping on latex gloves. "Besides, I like getting to know my new patients."
Dr. Wellington reclines my seat and shines the bright lights into my eyes.
"Open wide now, Josh, let's see those chompers."
"Aaaahhhhh......"
I slacken my jaw and allow the big doctor to trace his gloved fingers over my teeth. As usual, it's awkward to have someone in my mouth, even more so a man. I squirm as he circles my gums and inspects each molar.
"Everything feels good so far, Josh. You take excellent care of your teeth. Good oral hygiene is essential for any man, you know."
I nod awkwardly as a swirl of latex and cologne floods my nostrils.
"So, have you been enjoying St. Louis?" he asks a minute later.
I've always hated when the dentist tries to chat with their hands in my mouth.
"Mmmmyessshhh..." I gargle out.
"Glad to hear! Little different than Los Angeles, huh? Bit less fruity, ha!"
I try not to take offense and murmur, "mmmhmmm...."
"Well I'm sure it won't be long until you find yourself a nice girl to settle down with. Then you'll have a big family like me!"
Lost in memories of my ex-girlfriend back home, I apparently reply too late.
Dr. Wellington smirks wryly, "sorry, didn't mean to assume. Maybe it's a nice boy you're looking for." I desperately moan to deny his accusation but he winks, "you can never be too sure with kids these days. And don't worry, if you are I won't judge. I just thought maybe...."
Damn! Do I really strike him as that kind of guy??? My cheeks burn as this giant man stomps all over my manhood, and with him touching my tonsils I just have to lie there and take it. The cleaning continues uncomfortably with more mental and physical probing. I'm so overwhelmed by the doctor, his large body, his sausage fingers. I've never felt so small and weak, like I have no control over anything. It's a strange new sensation and my adrenaline surges.
"Okay, almost done. Let me just give you a quick cavity check then you're good to go."
Dr. Wellington brings out a sharp metal poker and begins prodding various teeth. All is going well until the tool sinks into a pit in my top left molar. I wince and see the doctor smile before he tells me I'll have to stay for a filling.
"Don't worry, it won't take long," he assures, but I'm too distraught to listen.
Not only is this my first cavity, but of all the dentists in the world it has to be this one to fill it! Ever since he swaggered in and out-manned me I've been on edge. I just want to be back in LA where everyone thinks I'm the shit. I had girls on my dick, dudes wished they were me, but now I'm just some insignificant nobody!!
"Okay, Joshy, I'm gonna give you some laughing gas now and a minor sedative. This should knock you out so you won't feel anything."
"Ummm... Are you sure I need that? I think I'll be okay....."
"Nonsense! I can't have you waking up during the procedure! Besides, a boy like you can't handle this much pain so let's get the mask on."
My cheeks flare at his insinuation that I'm a pussy but I whisper a defeated, "okay....."
A plastic mask is fitted over my nose and mouth and soon I'm lightheaded.
"Count backwards from 10."
"10..... 9...... 8.............."
The last thing I see is Dr. Wellington's massive bulge as he messes with his fly. I hear his belt jingle faintly before I'm sucked into the blackness of psychoactive drugs. When I wake up some time later I don't remember much. My mouth and jaw are sore, but that seems normal. Strangely, my zipper is undone, but I must've done that to get comfortable. I'm still woozy as the big doctor tells me I can't eat or drink for an hour.
"We don't want to ruin my hard work now, do we?"
I groan at the bitter taste but tell him okay.
"Good boy! Let's keep that attitude whenever you're with me. Nice and respectful. I can't be fixing your teeth if you don't listen, right?"
Delirious, I reply, "uhhhh.... Sure...."
"By the way," he says while lifting my limp body. "You'll need to come back next week for another filling. I want to see how your sweet little mouth handles this one first."
I'm so high I can barely understand him and weakly nod yes.
"Great! Now let's get you over to the receptionist so he can schedule you in."
Dr. Wellington puts his arm around my broad shoulders and walks me into the lobby, where an effeminate twink in scrubs is sitting behind the front desk.
He smiles coyly and asks with a lilt, "which day works best for you?"
"Joshy here is going to be back a week from today, no later!" The doctor turns to me and asks if I understand.
"Yesss, sirrrr...." I slur, and he and the receptionist giggle to each other.
"Great! Now let me walk you to your car."
The athletic body I pride myself on feels powerless under Dr. Wellington's arm. He guides me effortlessly through the parking lot, controlling me like a puppet, even going so far as to open the door for me. All I want is to go home but I know it's up to him to decide when we're finished.
"It was so nice to meet you, Joshy." There's that nickname again... "Now remember, nothing in your mouth for at least an hour, but the longer the better. Okay, see you next week at 3!"
While ushering me into the car, Dr. Wellington sneaks a hand back and squeezes my butt. By the time I've registered what's happened the door is closed and he's waltzing back to his office.
"What the fuck...."
Why do I feel so.... Weird?? I've never been so emasculated, so thoroughly spanked! Throughout the appointment I never once had the upper hand. We did what he said when he said it, no exceptions. But beyond all that, I can't help but think something strange happened in there.....
As I drive home, faint memories of belts and zippers flash through my head. Other unexplained sensations too: an open mouth, deep probing, wetness..... I'm sure it's just nitrous oxide delusions but it all feels so real. And what about that fucking butt touch! What the fuck was that?!
The further I drive though, the crazier I sound. Surely his goodbye hug was nothing more, and obviously I unzipped my own pants. I need to stop acting like a child and finally hold myself accountable. But first, a little ice cream never hurt..... Wait, fuck. The doctor said I can't eat for at least an hour. Ugh, but this nasty taste is still coating my mouth!
When I arrive home I get straight to cleaning. I've been inspired by my doctor's impressive appearance and recognize healthy habits are crucial to not letting oneself go. I want to be just like Dr. Wellington when I'm older. Strong, capable, a true Man in every sense of the word. The longer I clean, the more my intimidation transforms into adoration. He really is a great role model and I plan on taking more mental notes next week.
A few hours later I'm eating chicken and broccoli on the couch. It's the first meal since my appointment, and when I realize that a strange sense of pride washes over me. I know it's because I not only obeyed Dr. Wellington, but went above and beyond. I'm not sure why that makes me feel good but can't deny it does.
While showering later I get horny, per usual. I grab the conditioner then lube up my 3.5 inch erection, the only part of my body I dislike. It's always seemed too small for my beefy figure, especially when soft. My teammates used to make fun of it but when they saw how girls fawn over me they finally shut up.
I think about my ex-girlfriend as I jerk off, her tight waist, round hips and perky little tits. Then I think about her friend Becky, and Samantha too... I think about all the girls who used to eye-fuck me and feel myself grow.
Strangely though my mind begins to wander.... I'm reminded of when Dr. Wellington assumed I was gay and my meat shrinks in despair. I recall more about the big doctor, how his hands never left me, always invading my space. I remember his warm smile while he probed me, his pumped chest that seemed like it might burst out of his button up. I think about his thick thighs, hell, even his solid ass! But even more, I remember just how large the bulge in his pants was before the gas knocked me out.
