The fertility health clinic was bustling when Don and Caitlin arrived for their mid-morning appointment. One harried nurse behind the counter was registering patients and dispensing medication, while happy and anxious couples variously sat or paced in the waiting area. Don quickly joined the short queue to check in while Caitlin found an open seat.
Caitlin was a familiar face at the clinic as she was scrupulous about her regular check-ups. She cast her eye around the room. It was not unusual to spot the occasional teary-eye at a fertility clinic, but today everyone seemed largely content to be there. She smiled at two young ladies who sat next to each other murmuring sweetly, hands clasped. One of them was visibly pregnant. They nodded a silent greeting in return, then retreated to their own private bliss. Caitlin mulled over the marvel of modern medicine that allowed so many to achieve the fulfilment that they desired and deserved. She too had reason to be thankful.
On the other side of the room, Don had reached the front of the queue.
'Donald Mercer, I'm here for my first post-operation appointment with Dr Andrews.'
'Perfect, I have your booking right here. And I also have you down as a pre-payment? How will you be paying today?'
Don lowered both his head and his voice. 'The Order provides.'
'Yes, I see,' the nurse replied without any hint of confusion or hesitation, 'please wait over there.' She indicated the far end of the counter. As Don moved away as instructed, the nurse picked up a grey telephone receiver and spoke into it immediately.
'There's one for you. First post-op.'
As he stood by, Don caught Caitlin's eye and dipped his head slightly, indicating that she should join him.
The pair did not wait long. They were soon met by another nurse who appeared out of the labyrinth of consultation rooms and introduced herself as Miss Connor.
Miss Connor had wavy hair that was of a deep burnt umber and matching hazel eyes. The dark features set off her pale, unblemished skin, which gave her a dignified and even haughty appearance. A bright red lip completed the look. Miss Connor's elegance seemed slightly out of keeping with so quotidian an outfit as a nurse's gown, though the garment seemed to hug her hip that little bit more than usual, and Don's eye was drawn to the top button that sat two inches below her clavicle.
'Donald and Caitlin? Come with me.' Miss Connor looked Caitlin in the eye as she spoke but paid Don no mind.
Don and Caitlin followed Miss Connor as she turned this way and that down the snaking corridors. The facility was a lot more cavernous than its façade let on, and after the first few clearly signposted rooms, the couple found themselves speedily bypassing row after row of unmarked white doors.
Suddenly, Miss Connor halted.
'In here,' she indicated.
Don and Caitlin entered behind their guide into a spacious doctor's room. There were the usual fixtures -- a desk, a cheap foldable chair, an examination bed pushed against the wall. More unorthodox though was a sturdy metal chair in the middle of the room affixed with wrist and ankle restraints, which sat facing a large wall-mounted flat screen television.
'Make yourself comfortable Caitlin. And you, clothes off, over here,' Miss Connor directed, tapping on the high back of the steely seat.
Don stripped off his shirt, shoes and socks, jeans, underwear, and let them lie on the floor where they fell. He crossed the room to sit on the metal chair. Its uncomfortable iciness which made him jump at first soon turned into a kind of clingy warmth on his bare skin. The cold also caused the semi erection that he had been walking around with to deflate slightly, but he soon started to rise again, unable to contain the effect of two weeks of total abstinence.
Miss Connor busied around him, doing up the restraints. Don's arms rested away from his body on the armrests, and his knees were splayed at an obtuse angle. His cock on display continued its ascent as he breathed in Miss Connor's luscious perfume and scrutinised her swaying body.
'I see you're partial to...' Miss Connor checked her clipboard, 'the cowgirl. Of course you are. Not man enough to do any of the work.'
Still, she switched on the television and brought up a hardcore pornographic video showing a woman sitting astride a man's hard cock, riding vigorously.
'You like that? You like that don't you?' Miss Connor cooed softly, suddenly saccharine and mellow.
She ran her hands down Don's neck, chest, abdomen, then back and forth on his left thigh as she knelt by his side. Don tried to look down at her but she directed his face back to the television with a single finger on his cheek.
The man in the video had his hands on the woman's hips and he was directing her movement, slamming her down, his face contorted into a look of macho rage. His little show was evoking numerous confusing images and emotions in Don's head. Don yearned for that exquisite feeling of suction on his penis. He also lingered on the actor's masculinity, how other males, his friends, brothers, father, assumed he was like them, manfully pumping into a sweet pussy every night but no one knew... The up side was that the jumble of thoughts was only further magnifying the tightness in Don's own genitals and he pushed his hips forwards once, exhaling sharply.
Without warning, Miss Connor leaned in and took Don's manhood into her mouth. She bobbed her head, sliding her lips firmly over his shaft and bumping the tip against the soft palate of her mouth.
'Oh yes!' Don called out, his voice shaking at the gratification that arrived just in his moment of need. 'Oh yes oh yes oh yes!' His tone continued to rise as Miss Connor pushed on with her forceful sucking and brisk motion. The muscles in his lower body tensed instinctively. Release would be in short order at the rate that Miss Connor was pleasing him.
Then as suddenly as she had begun, Miss Connor mouth released its hold on Don's hard rod.
'Huuh!' A shocked sigh escaped Don's lips.
His cruel custodian stood up composedly and turned to Caitlin who had been observing the scene from a corner of the room.
'Dr Andrews will be with you shortly. You can help me while I'm gone but just a little, and not just yet.' Miss Connor smiled at Caitlin only, then left.
Caitlin waited for Don's heavy panting to slow before remarking: 'Be strong babe. You have to try your best.'
Don nodded slowly.
'Are you scared?'
'No. Only... I've never done this before. I don't think it should hurt too much but...' Don trailed off.
'Oh hun. You know the worst was over when the procedure was completed. And we're doing this so that we can be together. You want us to get married don't you?'
'Of course! I love you so much babe. I only did this to be deserving of you.'
Touched, Caitlin rested a small hand over her heart, then crossed the room to stand by Don's side.
'I love you too Don. You're better for me now. You're so much better for me now.' Caitlin leaned over Don, stroking his hair as he looked up at her affectionately.
With nothing left to say, they then focused on the television together in amiable silence. As the on-screen mating progressed Caitlin reached down to leisurely pump his shaft in time with the action.
The lull was broken by two smart raps at the door and the doctor came strolling in, followed closely by Ms Connor. Dr Andrews was a tall black man. Slim, but with a naturally strong and sturdy form. He was young, very accomplished for his age, and highly sought after. A small, rakish goatee and hi-top fade were the only concessions to the professional look and air that he considered was owed to himself and his patients.
'Caitlin,' Dr Andrews winked, flashing his white teeth in a crooked smile. 'I'll be with you shortly. Why don't you hop up on that bed for me?'
