Chapter 25, The Training Finally Begins
Rachel didn't exactly keep her word. Even at the late hour, she contacted the doctor in person and informed her of what had happened. Dr Sherry was furious. She knew Mistress Francesca well enough to know that she would not hurt Ross, but the Mistress' staff or bodyguards were a different story. She would find out later what had happened. She suspected that the bitch bodyguard had something to do with any injuries.
"The first time that I examined him, I could see evidence of ligament damage. It was obvious to me. The way his cock hung told me that the ligaments had been separated at some time in his past. He even told me that it had been separated, part of some bimbo's attempt to lengthen him. Oddly enough, she was successful," the doctor told the concerned Rachel.
"But he looks like he's in pain. It looks bad," Rachel told the doctor. Rachel was seeing the fresh, black and blue bruising and swelling at the base.
"How's his mood. Does he seem ok?" the doctor asked her.
"He seems fine, but it just looks so bad," Rachel tried explaining the obvious bruising and swelling in the base of Ross' cock.
The doctor assured her that he was probably ok. Once the swelling goes down, he'll be fine. He might even gain a little in length, depending on how badly Darcy separated the ligament.
"At worst, he's huge, he's long, and he might be even longer than we've seen," the doctor told Rachel, smiling devilishly. "Length is not a bad thing," she said laughing. Even Rachel laughed, calming down somewhat. "I'll take a look at him in the morning. For now, let him sleep, I'm sure he needs it after an evening with the Mistress. Besides, I'm dying to find out what exactly happened there."
"What do you want me to do with him," Rachel asked, referring to the new slave's training regimen.
"I'll let you examine him. He likes what your hands can do to him, I'm sure of that," the doctor responded, laughing. She had misunderstood what Rachel was asking.
"I mean his training," Rachel replied, seriously. She then laughed, understanding what the doctor was referring to. "But I will take you up on that 'examine him' part. My hands enjoy what they do to him, and to me," she added.
"Ok, I'll call you before I see him, then let you 'help me' with his exam," she said, teasing Rachel. "But for now, let him rest. He needs it. He's been here almost a week and he hasn't been through any training yet. Heather drained him to dry cums, and that told us his current amount, but we need to get him into training and start extracting the milk out of those cum bags. He'll be a heavy producer. I can guarantee that," the doctor said, a feeling of arousal starting to rise up from inside her.
"Ok, tomorrow. Let me know when. I'll work on a training schedule, depending on whether he's ok or not," Rachel said, turning to leave.
"Believe me, that is one tough cock. As long as his balls are ok, we're definitely in the money," the doctor said. It was the first time that Rachel realized the doctor's interest was almost all about the money. The doctor was very sexual, but money was her main interest. She was all business. His cock was secondary to her interests.
"Ok, in the morning. Good night Caren," Rachel turned and left the room.
"Good night Rachel," she replied, watching Rachel leave the room. Sometimes the doctor worried if Rachel was too involved with some of the slaves. She would have to keep a closer eye on her chief of security. For all that the doctor cared, Rachel could fuck a slave every day, as long as she collected the results in a rubber.
The doctor was a firm believer in allowing the male slaves plenty of rest. She had found out a long time ago, that tired slaves released less of their produce. A rested slave would produce more sperm and ejaculate more often. Because of this, Ross wasn't disturbed until around 10:30 am the next morning.
The doctor kept her word and called Rachel before she went over to the male slave's quarters. Rachel was already there when the doctor arrived.
"My, you are an eager beaver this morning," the doctor said when she saw Rachel waiting at Ross' door. "Anticipating a thorough exam?" the doctor asked, laughing.
"I'm always eager," Rachel replied, smiling. Rachel quickly produced the keys and unlocked Ross' door. Entering the room, both saw that he was sound asleep, covered by a blanket. "Well, let's see how he is this morning," Rachel said, softly pulling the blanket off of the sleeping Ross. Being dark inside the room, Rachel turned on a night light, casting the light onto his body, but not his face.
"Now that doesn't look injured to me," Rachel immediately responded seeing a huge erection.
"Wow, he does pump up nicely doesn't he," the doctor replied, both of them looking at the massive cock sticking up from between his legs. Being asleep, he was harder and longer than normal. For centuries, girlfriends and wives had thought that their male partners were having sexual dreams, when in reality, it was just the body doing it's own systems check. The big give away was the lack of pre-cum. The mouth of his cock was totally dry.
"I can still see some damage there," Rachel said, looking at the swelling in the base of his cock. The large doughnut swelling was gone, but he was obviously bigger around the base than he was anywhere else along the length.
"Don't worry, it's what I suspected. His pubic ligament has been separated before and this is the same old injury. Darcy thought that she was really doing some damage to him, but it's more like a sprain than anything. The swelling would be significant, but nothing permanent. You might say that he's been sprained before. He'll be ok." Both of them looked closer seeing a little bit of discoloration around the base of his cock, indicating the broken blood vessels in his shaft.
"It looks so painful. Are you sure he's ok?" Rachel asked, still peering down at the rock hard cock.
