George’s Ex-Boyfriend’s New Role

Dr. Leslie’s office was a far cry from the sterile, impersonal environment I had expected. The elegant house, with its sprawling grounds, seemed to be the perfect setting for a weekend surgery visit. Mr. Savage, however, seemed right at home, strolling into the office with an air of confidence that only served to make me more nervous.

The nurse, Hannah, greeted us warmly and led me into a large examination room. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of trepidation as I changed into the gown and climbed onto the examination table. The stirrups seemed to gleam in the light, and I felt a flutter of anxiety in my chest.

Dr. Leslie and Mr. Savage entered the room, smiling at me in a way that made me feel both at ease and deeply uneasy. “I think we can all agree, we don’t need to be so formal,” Dr. Leslie said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “We’re all friends here, George.” Hannah nodded, her expression neutral, and began to prepare me for the exam.

The straps and cuffs seemed to close around me with a soft click, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Dr. Leslie’s fingers danced across my inner lips, teasing and probing, sending waves of arousal through me. I moaned softly, feeling my body respond to his touch.

“Now, let’s get the unpleasant part out of the way,” Dr. Leslie said, his voice calm and detached. “Hannah, please pull down one of her arms and draw some bloodwork.” Hannah obliged, and I felt a sharp sting as the needle pierced my skin.

Dr. Leslie began to examine me, his fingers probing and probing, sending shivers of sensation through me. I felt exposed, vulnerable, and yet, somehow, deeply connected to these two people who seemed to be exploring every inch of my body.

“I want you to relax for me,” Dr. Leslie said, his voice soothing. “This will be a bit uncomfortable, but it’s necessary for your health.” He inserted the speculum, and I felt a cold metal pressure, followed by a flood of lubricant. The doctor turned on the monitor, and I saw the image of myself, spread wide and exposed, on the screen.

“You’re incredibly moist, my dear,” Dr. Leslie said, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. “But I want to make sure you’re comfortable. I’m going to add a little more lubricant.” He did, and I felt the pressure of the speculum ease, just a little.

Mr. Savage’s fingers danced across my clit, teasing and probing, sending shivers of sensation through me. I felt my body respond to his touch, my arousal growing, building, and bursting into a powerful orgasm.

“Now, let’s get a little video of her being fucked,” Dr. Leslie said, his voice detached, clinical. Hannah began to massage my breasts, her fingers stroking and teasing, sending shivers of sensation through me. I felt a probe push into my ass, and then I was being fucked, the sensations building, growing, and bursting into a wild, primal orgasm.

Dr. Leslie began to massage my breasts, his fingers probing and teasing, sending shivers of sensation through me. I felt a cold glass thermometer push into my ass, and then I was being examined, my body responding to every touch, every probe, every sensation.

“The combination of the injections and milkings will force lactation in your breasts,” Dr. Leslie said, his voice calm and detached. “We’ll monitor it closely, take measurements, and detailed pictures, of course. Once you’re producing milk, we’ll store any extra, and you’ll feed it to whoever instructed.”

Mr. Savage pushed deeper into my throat, his cock pressing against my walls, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. Dr. Leslie began to insert the needles, the cold of the alcohol swabs followed by the prick of the needle and the pressure of the fluid pushing into my breasts.

I felt a powerful, primal orgasm building, and then it burst, tears streaming down my face as I shook and trembled. Mr. Savage pulled back, and began to thrust slowly, his cock pushing deeper into my throat, and I felt a sense of deep connection, of intimacy, with these two people who seemed to be exploring every inch of my body.

“You’re ready for this, my dear,” Dr. Leslie said, his voice soothing. “You’re ready to become your Master’s little cow.”

The doctor’s hands moved swiftly as he stepped between my legs, the thermometer now discarded on the counter. He called out the reading to the nurse, who quickly obliged with a gentle touch. I felt the doctor’s cock pressing against my anus, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine.

“I’m quite large, my dear,” he whispered, his voice husky with anticipation. “But I’m confident you can take me. You need to relax completely for me. Focus on Master’s cock.”

“Nurse, bring over the pump,” he added, his fingers probing my entrance.

I focused on the sensations around me, the pressure building with each passing moment. The nurse’s hands moved over my breasts, attaching the tubes that would soon take me on a journey of pleasure.

“George, you may turn on the pump,” Mr. Savage instructed, his voice dripping with desire.

The nurse flipped the switch, and I felt the tubes pulling my nipples into a rhythmic motion. The doctor’s cock began to feel less intimidating, and I was surprised to find myself enjoying the sensation.

The nurse pulled out a wand-like vibrator, and the sensations intensified. I was lost in a world of ecstasy, my body responding to the stimulation with abandon.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I moaned, my body shaking with pleasure. “More, please.”

Finally, the doctor and Mr. Savage were satisfied, their release deep within me. The pump continued to torture my breasts, the nurse’s fingers still teasing my clit.

But I was beyond caring. I was lost in a world of pleasure, my body screaming with delight. The pump was eventually turned off, the machine silenced, and the wand removed from my clit.

Mr. Savage leaned in, his lips tracing a path down to my pussy. He licked and kissed me, pulling sounds from me I didn’t know I was capable of making.

He lifted his head, a smile spreading across his face. “You’re so beautiful when you’re like this,” he whispered, his eyes locked on mine.

The nurse helped me off the table, leading me to the bathroom to clean up. I was shaky on my feet, but she was gentle and kind, a tender kiss on my lips.

Coming out of the bathroom, Mr. Savage was waiting for me, a short, sexy raincoat draped over my shoulders and a pair of high heels on my feet. I blushed at his touch, the thrill of what we’d just shared still coursing through my veins.

“You’re a good patient,” the doctor said, squeezing my ass. “We’ll discuss the test results soon.”

Mr. Savage smiled, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m looking forward to it,” he whispered, his fingers tracing a path down to my hip.

We left the room, the sound of the doctor’s laughter echoing behind us. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement, knowing that this was just the beginning of our journey together.

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