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        Desmond slowly placed his own
clothes back on after climbing down from the table, his mind in a fog from what
had just happened. Dr. Tabard smiled slowly. "So continue with that
exercise every night, and in a week I guarantee you'll feel like a new
man."

        "Uh-huh..." Desmond's tone
was vague.

Dr. Tabard chuckled. "See? You're
changing already. I'll see you back in one week, all right?"

        Desmond nodded, floating out the
door in a haze. He barely remembered following the signs to the front desk and
checking out, but he must have because the next thing he knew, he was in his
car and driving home. His mind kept replaying over and over the feeling of the
doctor's warm fingers toying gently with his most intimate places, and the low,
pleasant sound of his voice as he took notes.

        He bit his lip hard, squeezing his
legs together. "Come on, Desmond, you'd better focus on driving or you're
going to dream yourself right into a ditch."

Fortunately he made it home without
incident, and started on dinner the moment he walked in the door. Though he
hated macrobiotic food, he knew it was what gave him the energy he so
desperately needed at the gym every day. Plopping down at the table, he tried
to ignore the meal he was eating by reading a book. However, he soon discovered
he couldn't concentrate on either thing, having reread the same sentence three
times over.

With a sigh he cleared his plate and set his book
aside, heading for his bedroom. His mind was still slightly foggy from his time
with the doctor. Never before had a man paid such careful attention to him! And
the best part was he hadn't even seemed to be bothered by his diminutive
stature. In fact, he'd looked like he relished it. His cheeks flared with heat
as he slipped on a pajama shirt and climbed into bed after his nightly routine.

Though he felt slightly naughty doing so, he decided
to carry through with what the doctor had jokingly referred to as his
"exercise."

Touching himself wasn't a ritual, but the thoughts of
what had happened earlier that day would not stop replaying in his mind. He
thought of Dr. Tabard's fierce looks and calculating eyes. The way his gazes
practically stroked his body made his skin prickle with an ethereal chill. His
fingers crept underneath the thin fabric of his boxers, and he slowly began
stroking his cock. His mind played over the intense stares and soft words of
Dr. Tabard as he had his hands between his legs. Desmond wanted the sensation
of latex against his skin again, and as he thought of the Doctor’s hands, then
fantasized of what else the doctor could do to him. The feeling of his warm
breath against his flesh, gentle caresses over his entire body…

Desmond found himself at a climax before he knew it,
and as much as he willed himself to slow down, it wasn’t enough. He came with a
gasp and then sagged against the mattress, panting lightly. His cheeks felt hot
from exertion, though he wished he hadn’t been done. Though feeling a bit
shameful about it now, there was still so much about the doctor that he wanted
to ponder about. He didn’t have much time to think about it, however, as his
mind quieted enough to drift into sleep.

        In his dreams, Desmond was back at
the clinic. It felt routine as he navigated the labyrinth of hallways to reach
the room where Dr. Tabard had inspected his earlier that day.

There he was… though not exactly in full professional
attire this time. Dr. Tabard had his back leaned up against the counter of the
examination room. He wore a white coat and loose jeans, but he had no shirt
underneath. His exposed pectorals and defined abs had Desmond questioning if he
worked out at a gym as well. His hands were placed against the edge of the
surface to keep himself propped up, shoulders hunched and head dipped lightly
toward the ground. Those eyes of his, though, rested solely on Desmond as he
walked in, and the beginnings of a smirk twitched at the corners of the man’s
lips as if he knew many secrets that Desmond had yet to discover for himself.

“You’re here,” he announced, “and not a minute late.
Let’s get started immediately.”

Desmond didn’t ask about what he wanted to start--he
knew. Desmond removed his clothing piece by piece until he stood naked in front
of the Doctor, and watched as he slid a gloved hand around his luscious ass to
trail a middle finger up his spine. It sent shivers down through Desmond lower
torso. The Doctor’s other hand tickled along his midsection before cupping he
balls. He recalled how much he enjoyed the sensation of his firm fingers
against his supple flesh, and he wanted to lean into his touch.

“You seem so anxious, Mr. Batone,” he commented, his
voice that silken tone.

He watched as he lifted up a stethoscope from his bare
chest and pressed it to his heart. As he did this, his fingers moved from his
nipple and trailed down between his legs. The doctor squeezed his cock, Desmond
jumped, and Dr. Tabard smiled thinly as he listened to his heartbeat. His
fingers worked swiftly, moving from his sensitive balls to his ever hardening
cock. As his breath grew hot from his touches, Dr. Tabard nodded and tugged the
stethoscope from his ears.

“Your heart rate has increased quite significantly due
to the attention I’m giving you with my hand,” he noted.

Desmond didn’t feel as self-conscious as he did when
first meeting Dr. Tabard. This time all he wished for were those smoky glances
and skilled hands.

A warmth of light splayed across Desmond’s face, then
Dr. Tabard’s image slowly faded away, washed over with sunlight and the sounds
of honking car horns from outside. Desmond nearly whined aloud as he watched
his doctor disappear into the corners of his mind. The dream had been so vivid
that he’d thought it real for a time. That was until the embarrassing feeling
of fantasizing about the man set in again. In his dream, he hadn’t had the need
to feel ashamed of thinking so much about him, as he’d wanted the same thing.
Now back in reality, he realized that it was just that--a fantasy.

Still, Desmond loved the attention that the Doctor
paid him, and he wanted more of it. As he poured his morning coffee and ate his
scanty meal, he realized how true his feelings were about the incident form
yesterday. Dr. Tabard gave him sensations that he had never felt with other
men, and he craved it. It was almost as if he had hooked himself to an addiction
after the first taste, and that addiction was the handsome Doctor across the
street from his gym.

That week in the gym Desmond was harder on himself
than he'd ever been before. Some of his friends at the gym would watch in
amazement as he'd push himself from one punishing routine to the next, all
without a single sign of slowing down. In truth Desmond wanted to erase the
lascivious dreams of his doctor from his mind, but every night he felt his
hands creeping down under the waistband of his boxers as he thought of Dr.
Tabard, and the dreams that followed were just as bright and vivid as the first
one he’d had after the clinic visit. Each time he woke up the next day gasping
for more intimate interaction with the man, only left to find his sheets soaked.
There was a perpetual thrum in his center every morning, and he was eager for
the next clinic meeting.

After what seemed like an eternity Friday eventually
rolled around, and Desmond felt his stomach clench in excitement. He floated
through his job, and skipped going to the gym because he wanted to look nice
when he met Dr. Tabard.

The drive to his office seemed to take forever, but at
the same felt like it took no time at all. The butterflies in his stomach only
intensified as he walked inside the building, nervous and eager. As he stepped
in, the receptionist glanced up and smiled. "Hello. Who are you here to
see today?"

"Um, Dr. Tabard." Desmond smiled a little in
response.

The receptionist's expression quickly fell though.
"Oh, are you Desmond Batone?"

"Yeah, that's me."

"We've been trying to call you. You see, there
was an emergency over at the hospital, and Dr. Tabard was called over to help
in the ER. We had to cancel all his appointments for today."

Desmond bit his lip, feeling those lovely butterflies
sink into a dark pit. "Oh...um, I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to have my
phone on at work. When can I reschedule?"

The receptionist glanced down at his computer monitor,
clicking away at the keys. "It looks like the next available is going to
be a month from now. We had to reschedule a lot of people."

Next month?
Desmond felt his butterflies sink even lower.
"Well, I suppose you can't help emergencies." he tried to smile
lightly, but truly he felt like crying.

Just as the receptionist opened her mouth to reply, a
familiar smoky male voice cut her off. "Ah, Mr. Batone, you made it!"

Desmond's heart skipped a beat as he turned around to
see Dr. Tabard framed in the doorway to the office, his white lab coat
immaculate and a slightly crooked grin on his face. The receptionist's voice
was full of surprise. "Dr. Tabard? You said you wouldn't be back all day,
Sir."

He glanced at the receptionist. "Turns out they
had more doctors show up, so I was able to free myself to come back here. And
just in time, it appears."

Turning away, Desmond prayed the doctor wouldn't see
how much his presence made his cheeks warm up. The receptionist glanced at him.
"Well, I suppose you're in luck then, Mr. Batone."

"Why not just head back to exam room fifteen and
I'll meet you back there?" Dr. Tabard suggested. "It's the same room
you were in last time."

Desmond nodded, in a happy daze as he walked through
the confusing halls, following the room numbers as he went along. Soon he came
to room 15 and stepped inside. This time there was no gown waiting for him, so
he placed his coat on one of the chairs and hopped up onto the exam table.

Just a moment later there was a soft knock, and there
he stood, a smile on his face. "Desmond...I'm so glad you could make
it."

He didn't miss his use of his first name, and it sent
shivers down his arms. "You were waiting?" Desmond responded.

He crossed the room in what seemed like one impossibly
fast movement, snatching him up and pressing his lips to Desmond’s in a heated
kiss. "Of course I was, you beautiful creature. I've been waiting for you
since you walked out of this exam room."

Though surprised at his sudden passion, Desmond felt
himself melt into his strong, muscular arms. He kissed Desmond deeply before
pulling back. "I believe a physical exam needs to be conducted, does it
not?"

Dazed, Desmond nodded. "I do believe that's the
reason I came here." His voice was slightly breathless, and they both
laughed a little.

Dr. Tabard's eyes glinted darkly with passion.
"Yes. Strip for me. Slowly."

Surprised at his commanding tone, but somehow loving
it at the same time, Desmond slowly began to disrobe, first tugging up the hem
of his shirt until it was just over his head. The Doctor’s eyes followed his
every slow movement, lighting up as he saw the already transformed body of
Desmond. He groaned a little at the sight, and Desmond felt pleased as he saw The
Doctor’s pants bulge in front with an undeniable erection.

“I see you have been working hard.” The Doctor said.

“All of this for you Doctor.”

Starting on his pants next, he turned his back to the
doctor, slipping them down his hips. Taking a deep breath, he was about to yank
them down and reveal that he was wearing no underpants, when the Doctor’s hands
halted his movement.