บททั้งหมดของ Rough Hands(20 gay steamy Encounters): บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

I barely slept that night. My cock stayed half-hard for hours, replaying every stroke of Professor Hale’s hand, the taste of my own precum on his fingers, the low growl in his voice when he called me a good boy. I didn’t touch myself. The threat of punishment—of disappointing him—somehow made the ache even worse. By morning I was desperate, my hole twitching every time I remembered how his hand had squeezed my ass.I wore the same loose shorts and a clean t-shirt. My hands were sweaty when I knocked on his office door.“Lock it behind you,” he said the moment I stepped inside. His voice was already rougher than yesterday.I did, heart hammering. He was leaning against the desk again, arms crossed over his broad chest, the outline of his thick cock already visible in his slacks. He looked me up and down slowly, like he owned me.“Strip the shirt. Shorts stay on for now.”I pulled the shirt off, exposing my toned soccer-player torso. His eyes darkened with approval. “Good. Come here.”I

I could still feel Professor Hale’s thick loads leaking out of me as I walked across campus the next day. Every step made my sore hole clench around the memory of him. My underwear was damp with dried cum, and my cock stayed half-hard the entire way to his office. I knocked softly, already breathing faster.“Lock the door and come here,” he called, voice low and commanding.The second the lock clicked, the air in the room thickened. Professor Hale stood by his desk, sleeves rolled up, the front of his slacks already tented. A small black bag sat ominously on the leather surface.“Strip. Everything off. Then get on all fours on the rug, ass up. Today is your midterm. You pass by taking everything I give you like the eager student slut you are.”My hands shook with anticipation as I peeled off my clothes. Naked, I dropped to my hands and knees on the thick rug, reaching back to spread my cheeks for him. The cool air hit my exposed hole and I shivered.“Fuck, look at that,” he growled, s

My heart was hammering as I sat on the edge of the examination table, the thin paper gown barely covering my lap. I was 24, relatively healthy, but for months my cock had been driving me crazy—random throbbing erections, extreme sensitivity, and this dull ache after jerking off. I finally booked a consultation with Dr. Marcus Reed, a urologist. The nurse had told me he was one of the best.The door opened and in walked Dr. Reed. He was tall, probably 6’3”, broad-shouldered, with salt-and-pepper hair, a strong jaw, and piercing dark eyes. His white coat stretched across his chest, and his hands looked huge. He locked the door behind him with a quiet click that made my stomach flip.“Alex, correct?” His voice was deep, calm, authoritative. “Let’s get that gown off and have a proper look. Lie back on the table for me.”I swallowed hard and obeyed, letting the gown fall away. My cock was already thickening from nerves, lying heavy against my thigh. Dr. Reed pulled up a stool between my sp

I could barely walk straight when I arrived for my third appointment. The thick plug Dr. Reed had left inside me the day before was still there, keeping his previous loads deep in my guts. Every movement made me feel full and owned. My cock had been leaking in my underwear the entire way to the clinic. I locked the exam room door with shaking hands, already breathing hard.Dr. Reed was waiting, white coat open, his massive thick cock already rock hard and pointing straight at me. “On the table, boy. Legs in the stirrups. Today we begin the real breeding protocol. No more teasing. Your hole is getting properly treated.”I stripped quickly and got into position, feet locked high and wide so my ass and dripping cock were completely exposed. He removed the plug with a wet pop and watched his cum from yesterday slowly leak out of me.“Look at that wrecked, cum-drooling patient pussy,” he growled, rubbing the head of his bare cock up and down my sloppy hole. “Still leaking my loads. Perfect

I arrived at the clinic barely able to walk normally. My hole throbbed with every step, still stretched and full from all the loads Dr. Reed had pumped into me over the previous days. The large plug he’d left inside me kept most of his cum sealed deep in my guts, but some still leaked out, making my underwear sticky and my cock constantly half-hard. I was completely addicted. The “penis consultation” had turned me into a desperate breeding slut for my doctor.I locked the exam room door with trembling fingers. Dr. Reed stood waiting, completely naked under his open white coat, his massive thick cock already rock hard and drooling precum. Several medical toys, sounds, clamps, and larger plugs were neatly arranged on the counter.“Strip and get in the stirrups, boy. Today is the full extended session. We’re pushing your limits until you break.”I got naked as fast as I could and locked my feet into the cold metal stirrups, spreading myself wide open for him. He removed the plug slowly,