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Tom Sturridge and Pierce Brosnan meet up again
The call from Tom has been an unexpected pleasure. Pierce enjoyed their last chance meeting; a very nice impromptu interrogation session. Now he is waiting in the lounge at Citadel, a plan in his head for their next encounter.
Tom is late for the meeting with Pierce, as usual. Still, he's grinning widely as he comes in to the bar, spotting Pierce at first glance. He's glad that Chris gave his okay for another scene with Pierce. "Hey, sorry I'm late," he greets Pierce and sits down next to him.
"You'll pay," Pierce smirks. "How have you been since our last meeting?"
"Of course I will," Tom replies with a laugh. "I've been fine. What about you? You're looking good!"
"Been doing a few too many movies with young lads in them." Pierce pats his belly. "Felt the need to keep in shape."
Tom grins and pokes Pierce's belly. "I think your belly's just fine. Young lads in comparison or not. I had my first experience in a theatre on stage. It went really well. I'm still amazed by that, to be honest!"
"Ahh, the theatre days. I enjoyed those two. Movies are sometimes too up close and telling on the body." Pierce grins. "Speaking of bodies, I have a plan for yours this evening."
"Oh yeah?" Tom perks up and grins at Pierce. "Do you want to tell me what those plans are... or are you keeping it a secret until you got me where you want me?"
"I was thinking you need to experience a kind, understanding doctor after your last experience..." Pierce begins. "Although medical procedures always have their downside don't they?" he tempts.
"Yes," Tom replies. "They all have the downside of pain, don't they. And humiliation." He's smirking, though, as he speaks. "Though I'm not sure I'd call that a downside, exactly."
"I have a procedure in mind," Pierce smirks. "Going to hurt like hell sorry."
"Ohhh... I think I'll let you surprise me... doctor." Tom leans against Pierce. "Just lead the way... whenever you're ready."
Pierce puts his water glass down onto the table and gets up. "You know as much as a doctor can be kindly and well meaning, some things they do can still be excruciating; and terrifying. You're going to have to be a brave boy." He pushes the elevator button and flciks the key of the room he has pre booked.
"I understand that, doctor." Tom can't help but wonder just what Pierce has in mind. The fact that he's not knowing probably only makes this a lot more exciting. He winks at him. "I'm always a brave boy."
The ding of the elevator heralds their floor, and Pierce heads for the 'medical room' Citadel have kitted out for him. He places the white coat over his own clothes, and wraps a stethoscope around his neck.
"So your safeword Tom, just in case you lose a little of that bravery?"
"Gulliver, that's my safeword, doctor." Tom looks around the room for a moment, taking in the various equipment, his mind already running wild with imagining what it all might be for. And what Pierce has planned to use tonight.
"I'm going to need you to remove your pants, and underpants. Place them on the chair over there and then lie down on the bed," Pierce says in a calm, almost disconnected tone.
"Yes, doctor," Tom replies. He fumbles with the button on his trousers longer than necessary before he finally has them open. He slips out of them and places them over the chair, his underpants coming off next before he lies down on the bed that Pierce indicated, watching him all the time.
Pierce stands by the side of the bed, just looking with what he hopes is a semblance of medical intelligence. Actually, he's admiring Tom's hips. If he didn't already have a plan he'd love to be just fucking him; grabbing those hips and...
"My nurse usually performs the first part of the procedure but she's off sick. So you're going to have to do with me today." He laughs. "Unfortunately I don't have as steady a hand as her." Pierce pulls the metal side tray across and picks up some shaving cream and a razor; the old fashioned kind; naked sharp blade.
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Tom certainly hopes so, with a blade this close to his genitals. Because that is where the shaving is probably going to happen, given the situation and the fact that he's naked from his waist down.
Pierce squirts some shaving cream onto Tom and smooths it over the skin. He takes extra time around his balls, watching with a smirk as he tries to maintain some semblance of control. "We have to make sure the area is totally sterile," he explains.
It is hard to stay at least somewhat soft with Pierce handling his genitals, smoothing the cream over his skin. "Of course, doctor," he replies with a barely suppressed moan. Wondering, in the back of his mind, what, exactly, his genitals have to be sterile for.
"To ensure that I need to shave all of the hair off, and then sterilise the area." Pierce looks directly in Tom's eyes. "I'm old school, so I prefer to use these." He holds up the glinting razor. "I find they do a closer cut, even if they are a little intimidating." He emphasises 'intimidating' with a laugh.
"Just... be careful?" With the cream applied, and Pierce holding that razor up, ready to shave him down there, he does get nervous after all. More so than he was when it was first mentioned. "I hope you do have a steady hand."
"Well we'll soon know won't we?" Pierce jokes. "Hold still, and maybe pray to whatever deity you might believe in." He scrapes the blade over skin, expertly taking hair, but no important organs or even skin.
Tom sighs with relief as Pierce starts to shave him and does not even so much as nick his skin. He relaxes again - with the downside that suddenly his cock becomes interested in the intimate touch again.
Pierce has lulled Tom into a false sense of security long enough. He accidentally but expertly cuts; not deeply, but enough to make the next step just that little more painful. "Oops sorry," he says. "I'll have to disinfect that. Will sting a little bit."
The cut isn't deep, but at a sensitive place like that it sure feels deep and Tom utters a small cry, immediately using his arms to sit up and take a look. He breathes a sigh of relief as he sees that it's really just a small cut.
"Tom the antiseptic is going to hurt more than the cut," Pierce teases. He makes a show of putting the liquid on the swab, and then swipes it over the small wound.
Just as Pierce promised, the antiseptic does hurt and burn as the cut gets disinfected by Pierce. Tom hisses and only relaxes when the burning sensation eases up again.
"I'm afraid if you thought that hurt then you're in for worse. We have the injection to do next," Pierce smirks.
"Injection, doctor?" By now, Tom has no idea what Pierce has planned. He was thinking sounds, maybe catheters, but injections is not something he expected. Not that they are a problem - he'd be safewording by now if they were.
"Don't worry," Pierce whispers into Tom's ear. "I'm not going to inject anything really, just stick the needle in...well you know where. That okay with you?"
"Yes," Tom nods. "That's perfectly fine." After all, he wouldn't be here if that wasn't the case. "I mean, yes, doctor."
"Asking you as Pierce, not a doctor. However, seeing as you're fine with that Doctor Brosnan had better get his syringe hadn't he?" Pierce pats Tom on the arm. "Before we do the injection we have to make certain you are totally sterile." Pierce laughs. "Well, not sterile as in not able to fertilise an egg, but that the whole area is sterile."
"Of course, doctor," Tom replies, laughing along with Pierce. "No, I think making me that sterile shouldn't be tonight's objective."
"I'm going to have to disinfect the whole area. Some patients might misinterpret, so I need your permission and understanding that all I'm doing is swabbing your penis. Is that fine with you Tom?"
"Yes, doctor. I understand it, and it's fine." Tom knows exactly what's going to come next and he can't help a smile.
"Good, then let's get on with it shall we?" Pierce soaks a large swab and teases Tom by swiping it up and down him. "Might be a bit cold sorry," he smiles.
A bit? Tom thinks, but he doesn't say it out loud. At least it's helping to get his erection down again and he smiles sheepishly at Pierce. "It's alright..."
"I like to be thorough with these things," Pierce says speaking as if he were simply having a casual conversation, and not teasing Tom by setting up a rhythm of rubbing up and down his shaft. "You can't be too careful with infection."
"I... of course." With the rhythmic rubbing, Tom's erection is back in no time - cold swab or not - as are his moans. "God, I'm sorry, doctor. I just... can't keep it down."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about. A totally natural reaction. Just lie back and think of...I don't know...George Bush? Betty White? Something bland and innocuous? That might help control things." Pierce laughs out loud. "If it were me Margaret Thatcher would work."
"Oh God," Tom groans. "Yeah, Thatcher works." He laughs as, indeed, his erection does go down a bit. "You've a wicked mind, doctor."
"You know I've always admired George Clooney, all those onset antics he apparently plays. Now he's wicked."
"Oh... yes, I bet he can be rather wicked." Tom's groan turns into a moan as the mere thought of what George Clooney might get up to on set - whether real or just fantasy - makes him hard again.
"And quite a good looking man," Pierce continues still thoroughly 'disinfecting' as he chats. "Nice eyes."
"Yeah... though it's not the eyes I'm usually looking at." Tom's thoughts certainly are further down south, his cock twitching as Pierce keeps disinfecting it.
"Hands then?" Pierce jokes. He puts down the swab now that Tom is completely teased and as hard as a rock. "Time for the injection sorry. Now I think this is going to hurt rather a lot so might be best to brace yourself."
"Hands... yes." Tom props himself up again to get a look at what's going on, wanting to be prepared when the injection happens, wanting to see the needle before he feels it. He gives a small nod. "I'm ready, doctor. I think."
Pierce has no intention of injecting any fluid into Tom; merely stick the needle into him. He makes a fuss of 'prepping' the syringe though, flicking it as if it has something in it. "Injections into the penis are generally fairly painful; not a man's favourite place I'm afraid." He puts one hand around Tom, and uses the other to manoeuvre the needle into Tom's skin. Pierce watches his reaction the whole time.
If that is fairly painful, Tom doesn't want to know what's really painful in Pierce's book. He cries out, the pain going right into his stomach. But still, he can't take his eyes off the needle that's now inside the skin of his cock.
"How you doing?" Pierce asks in his best 'caring' voice. "I need to inject slowly so it's going to be in there a while sorry."
"Hurts," Tom whines. But it also hurts in a rather good way, the pain giving way to some constant pressure as the needle stays in for a while.
"Not much longer," Pierce soothes, keeping a close dominant eye on Tom to check the 'hurts' is just part of the role play.
Tom nods, signalling that he understands that the needle will be gone soon. He moans, half from the pain, half from the pleasure this causes, the goosebumps that are rising on his skin, the familiar warmth spreading through his tummy.
Pierce pushes the needle in just a little further, causing Tom to shift in pain, and then withdraws it. "It may continue to sting. I'll just rub a little more to remove that pain," he says with a sparkle in his eye. They both know what he's up to.
"Of course, doctor." And get him hard again, no doubt. Tom sighs as the needle is withdrawn from his cock, leaving only a faint burning feeling. And the memory of that delicious pain.
"You handled that very well Tom. If needs be I feel confident to repeat the procedure." Pierce douses his gloved hand in antiseptic and begins to run his hand up and down Tom's cock. The liquid stings where the needle was inserted; his last small application of pain before he brings Tom to climax.
The sting from the liquid is more pleasurable than painful to Tom by now. He moans, thrusting his hips up, his cock already swelling up again, that wave of pleasure running over him once more.
"Doctor says you may come," Pierce laughs relaxing his role and becoming himself again.
It's a good thing, because Tom doesn't think that he could hold out for much longer. The thrust of his hips gets stronger, harder as he reaches completion with a cry, his spurting onto Pierce's hand.
"Well, that was one way to treat an undefined penis problem!" Pierce laughs grabbing a wipe and cleaning up the mess. He's not come himself, but the pleasure of inflicting pain is often enough. He'll go home and have a wank to the thought tonight.
Tom joins Pierce in the laughter. "Well, it's certainly working well now. My penis, I mean." He sits up, leaning on his elbows. "How about letting your patient pay you back?"
"And I'm assuming it's not paying the receptionist at the desk?" Pierce winks.
"Oh no, not the receptionist." Tom winks at Pierce, licking his lips briefly. "I was thinking of using my mouth for something other than talking..."
"Whistling?" Pierce teases. "Well, you know I'm a compassionate doctor. I accept payment in any form suitable to my patients."
"I don't think whistling would be appropriate payment... do you?" Tom laughs. He gets up on his knees and crawls closer to Pierce on the bed. "I was thinking of something... different. More akin to playing the flute. Well, kind of."
"You calling my cock a flute? I'd describe it more as a French horn," Pierce laughs.
"Oh, that came out totally wrong." Tom all but facepalms. "I wasn't... nevermind." Instead of talking, he crawls even closer and unzips the zipper of Pierce's trousers with his teeth.
"Nevermind indeed." Pierce lets out a satisfied moan as his cock reacts to the warm proximity of Tom's mouth. "Now you have two things to pay me back for. You know how I like your mouth boy so how about you make it extra good?"
"I'll give my best," Tom promises. He opens the button of Pierce's trousers and pulls them down, revealing his naked cock. "Impressive," he says as if he's never seen it before and licks along its length, teasing.
"Impressive?" Pierce raises an eyebrow. "Wait until we're not playing doctors and patients and I'll show you impressive," he jokes, playing the bravado card. "Hmmm," he moans as Tom's tongue flickers over the head of his cock. "Now that's impressive!"
Tom looks up at Pierce with a grin and repeats the action, ending it, this time, with his tongue toying with the slit in Pierce's cock. Determined to make this good.
Pierce's fingers card through Tom's hair, his hips arching up slightly seeking more from that talented tongue.
While he wants to make it good, Tom has no intention of drawing this out longer than necessary, no intention of teasing Pierce. He wraps his lips around Pierce's cock, slowly taking it all in, his throat relaxed.
"Fuck boy!" Pierce moans, his orgasm tantalisingly close.
Tom moans around Pierce's cock, knowing that the vibration in his throat will only make it better for Pierce. Maybe send him over that edge.
Pierce rises up one more time; wave after wave rippling through him as he comes. Tom keeps up the pressure and as much as he can think at the moment Pierce reminds himself to congratulate him when he can speak.
Even though Tom does his best to swallow most of Pierce's come, some drops still escape the corners of his mouth, leaving their trails down his chin. He doesn't pull back until he can feel Pierce going slack inside his mouth. And when he does, finally, let go of Pierce, he doesn't wipe his mouth just yet.
"That was..." Pierce pauses to take a breath. "Amazing. You are a very good boy."
"I'm happy to please, Sir." Slowly, Tom wipes his mouth and licks his finger clean from Pierce's come. "Always happy to serve you."
"We need to do this more often. Perhaps next time I can fuck you. After I've played with you of course."
"I would love that." If he hadn't just come, Tom would be hard again at the thought of being fucked by Pierce. "Oh yes, we should definitely do this more often..."
"Be on standby then. One day you'll get a call from me, and I'll be waiting to play with that lovely body of yours again." Pierce smirks and runs a finger down Tom's cheek.
Tom shivers, Pierce's touch is raising goose bumps on his skin. "Yes, Sir. I'll be ready whenever you call."
The call from Tom has been an unexpected pleasure. Pierce enjoyed their last chance meeting; a very nice impromptu interrogation session. Now he is waiting in the lounge at Citadel, a plan in his head for their next encounter.
Tom is late for the meeting with Pierce, as usual. Still, he's grinning widely as he comes in to the bar, spotting Pierce at first glance. He's glad that Chris gave his okay for another scene with Pierce. "Hey, sorry I'm late," he greets Pierce and sits down next to him.
"You'll pay," Pierce smirks. "How have you been since our last meeting?"
"Of course I will," Tom replies with a laugh. "I've been fine. What about you? You're looking good!"
"Been doing a few too many movies with young lads in them." Pierce pats his belly. "Felt the need to keep in shape."
Tom grins and pokes Pierce's belly. "I think your belly's just fine. Young lads in comparison or not. I had my first experience in a theatre on stage. It went really well. I'm still amazed by that, to be honest!"
"Ahh, the theatre days. I enjoyed those two. Movies are sometimes too up close and telling on the body." Pierce grins. "Speaking of bodies, I have a plan for yours this evening."
"Oh yeah?" Tom perks up and grins at Pierce. "Do you want to tell me what those plans are... or are you keeping it a secret until you got me where you want me?"
"I was thinking you need to experience a kind, understanding doctor after your last experience..." Pierce begins. "Although medical procedures always have their downside don't they?" he tempts.
"Yes," Tom replies. "They all have the downside of pain, don't they. And humiliation." He's smirking, though, as he speaks. "Though I'm not sure I'd call that a downside, exactly."
"I have a procedure in mind," Pierce smirks. "Going to hurt like hell sorry."
"Ohhh... I think I'll let you surprise me... doctor." Tom leans against Pierce. "Just lead the way... whenever you're ready."
Pierce puts his water glass down onto the table and gets up. "You know as much as a doctor can be kindly and well meaning, some things they do can still be excruciating; and terrifying. You're going to have to be a brave boy." He pushes the elevator button and flciks the key of the room he has pre booked.
"I understand that, doctor." Tom can't help but wonder just what Pierce has in mind. The fact that he's not knowing probably only makes this a lot more exciting. He winks at him. "I'm always a brave boy."
The ding of the elevator heralds their floor, and Pierce heads for the 'medical room' Citadel have kitted out for him. He places the white coat over his own clothes, and wraps a stethoscope around his neck.
"So your safeword Tom, just in case you lose a little of that bravery?"
"Gulliver, that's my safeword, doctor." Tom looks around the room for a moment, taking in the various equipment, his mind already running wild with imagining what it all might be for. And what Pierce has planned to use tonight.
"I'm going to need you to remove your pants, and underpants. Place them on the chair over there and then lie down on the bed," Pierce says in a calm, almost disconnected tone.
"Yes, doctor," Tom replies. He fumbles with the button on his trousers longer than necessary before he finally has them open. He slips out of them and places them over the chair, his underpants coming off next before he lies down on the bed that Pierce indicated, watching him all the time.
Pierce stands by the side of the bed, just looking with what he hopes is a semblance of medical intelligence. Actually, he's admiring Tom's hips. If he didn't already have a plan he'd love to be just fucking him; grabbing those hips and...
"My nurse usually performs the first part of the procedure but she's off sick. So you're going to have to do with me today." He laughs. "Unfortunately I don't have as steady a hand as her." Pierce pulls the metal side tray across and picks up some shaving cream and a razor; the old fashioned kind; naked sharp blade.
"I'm sure it'll be fine." Tom certainly hopes so, with a blade this close to his genitals. Because that is where the shaving is probably going to happen, given the situation and the fact that he's naked from his waist down.
Pierce squirts some shaving cream onto Tom and smooths it over the skin. He takes extra time around his balls, watching with a smirk as he tries to maintain some semblance of control. "We have to make sure the area is totally sterile," he explains.
It is hard to stay at least somewhat soft with Pierce handling his genitals, smoothing the cream over his skin. "Of course, doctor," he replies with a barely suppressed moan. Wondering, in the back of his mind, what, exactly, his genitals have to be sterile for.
"To ensure that I need to shave all of the hair off, and then sterilise the area." Pierce looks directly in Tom's eyes. "I'm old school, so I prefer to use these." He holds up the glinting razor. "I find they do a closer cut, even if they are a little intimidating." He emphasises 'intimidating' with a laugh.
"Just... be careful?" With the cream applied, and Pierce holding that razor up, ready to shave him down there, he does get nervous after all. More so than he was when it was first mentioned. "I hope you do have a steady hand."
"Well we'll soon know won't we?" Pierce jokes. "Hold still, and maybe pray to whatever deity you might believe in." He scrapes the blade over skin, expertly taking hair, but no important organs or even skin.
Tom sighs with relief as Pierce starts to shave him and does not even so much as nick his skin. He relaxes again - with the downside that suddenly his cock becomes interested in the intimate touch again.
Pierce has lulled Tom into a false sense of security long enough. He accidentally but expertly cuts; not deeply, but enough to make the next step just that little more painful. "Oops sorry," he says. "I'll have to disinfect that. Will sting a little bit."
The cut isn't deep, but at a sensitive place like that it sure feels deep and Tom utters a small cry, immediately using his arms to sit up and take a look. He breathes a sigh of relief as he sees that it's really just a small cut.
"Tom the antiseptic is going to hurt more than the cut," Pierce teases. He makes a show of putting the liquid on the swab, and then swipes it over the small wound.
Just as Pierce promised, the antiseptic does hurt and burn as the cut gets disinfected by Pierce. Tom hisses and only relaxes when the burning sensation eases up again.
"I'm afraid if you thought that hurt then you're in for worse. We have the injection to do next," Pierce smirks.
"Injection, doctor?" By now, Tom has no idea what Pierce has planned. He was thinking sounds, maybe catheters, but injections is not something he expected. Not that they are a problem - he'd be safewording by now if they were.
"Don't worry," Pierce whispers into Tom's ear. "I'm not going to inject anything really, just stick the needle in...well you know where. That okay with you?"
"Yes," Tom nods. "That's perfectly fine." After all, he wouldn't be here if that wasn't the case. "I mean, yes, doctor."
"Asking you as Pierce, not a doctor. However, seeing as you're fine with that Doctor Brosnan had better get his syringe hadn't he?" Pierce pats Tom on the arm. "Before we do the injection we have to make certain you are totally sterile." Pierce laughs. "Well, not sterile as in not able to fertilise an egg, but that the whole area is sterile."
"Of course, doctor," Tom replies, laughing along with Pierce. "No, I think making me that sterile shouldn't be tonight's objective."
"I'm going to have to disinfect the whole area. Some patients might misinterpret, so I need your permission and understanding that all I'm doing is swabbing your penis. Is that fine with you Tom?"
"Yes, doctor. I understand it, and it's fine." Tom knows exactly what's going to come next and he can't help a smile.
"Good, then let's get on with it shall we?" Pierce soaks a large swab and teases Tom by swiping it up and down him. "Might be a bit cold sorry," he smiles.
A bit? Tom thinks, but he doesn't say it out loud. At least it's helping to get his erection down again and he smiles sheepishly at Pierce. "It's alright..."
"I like to be thorough with these things," Pierce says speaking as if he were simply having a casual conversation, and not teasing Tom by setting up a rhythm of rubbing up and down his shaft. "You can't be too careful with infection."
"I... of course." With the rhythmic rubbing, Tom's erection is back in no time - cold swab or not - as are his moans. "God, I'm sorry, doctor. I just... can't keep it down."
"Nothing to be embarrassed about. A totally natural reaction. Just lie back and think of...I don't know...George Bush? Betty White? Something bland and innocuous? That might help control things." Pierce laughs out loud. "If it were me Margaret Thatcher would work."
"Oh God," Tom groans. "Yeah, Thatcher works." He laughs as, indeed, his erection does go down a bit. "You've a wicked mind, doctor."
"You know I've always admired George Clooney, all those onset antics he apparently plays. Now he's wicked."
"Oh... yes, I bet he can be rather wicked." Tom's groan turns into a moan as the mere thought of what George Clooney might get up to on set - whether real or just fantasy - makes him hard again.
"And quite a good looking man," Pierce continues still thoroughly 'disinfecting' as he chats. "Nice eyes."
"Yeah... though it's not the eyes I'm usually looking at." Tom's thoughts certainly are further down south, his cock twitching as Pierce keeps disinfecting it.
"Hands then?" Pierce jokes. He puts down the swab now that Tom is completely teased and as hard as a rock. "Time for the injection sorry. Now I think this is going to hurt rather a lot so might be best to brace yourself."
"Hands... yes." Tom props himself up again to get a look at what's going on, wanting to be prepared when the injection happens, wanting to see the needle before he feels it. He gives a small nod. "I'm ready, doctor. I think."
Pierce has no intention of injecting any fluid into Tom; merely stick the needle into him. He makes a fuss of 'prepping' the syringe though, flicking it as if it has something in it. "Injections into the penis are generally fairly painful; not a man's favourite place I'm afraid." He puts one hand around Tom, and uses the other to manoeuvre the needle into Tom's skin. Pierce watches his reaction the whole time.
If that is fairly painful, Tom doesn't want to know what's really painful in Pierce's book. He cries out, the pain going right into his stomach. But still, he can't take his eyes off the needle that's now inside the skin of his cock.
"How you doing?" Pierce asks in his best 'caring' voice. "I need to inject slowly so it's going to be in there a while sorry."
"Hurts," Tom whines. But it also hurts in a rather good way, the pain giving way to some constant pressure as the needle stays in for a while.
"Not much longer," Pierce soothes, keeping a close dominant eye on Tom to check the 'hurts' is just part of the role play.
Tom nods, signalling that he understands that the needle will be gone soon. He moans, half from the pain, half from the pleasure this causes, the goosebumps that are rising on his skin, the familiar warmth spreading through his tummy.
Pierce pushes the needle in just a little further, causing Tom to shift in pain, and then withdraws it. "It may continue to sting. I'll just rub a little more to remove that pain," he says with a sparkle in his eye. They both know what he's up to.
"Of course, doctor." And get him hard again, no doubt. Tom sighs as the needle is withdrawn from his cock, leaving only a faint burning feeling. And the memory of that delicious pain.
"You handled that very well Tom. If needs be I feel confident to repeat the procedure." Pierce douses his gloved hand in antiseptic and begins to run his hand up and down Tom's cock. The liquid stings where the needle was inserted; his last small application of pain before he brings Tom to climax.
The sting from the liquid is more pleasurable than painful to Tom by now. He moans, thrusting his hips up, his cock already swelling up again, that wave of pleasure running over him once more.
"Doctor says you may come," Pierce laughs relaxing his role and becoming himself again.
It's a good thing, because Tom doesn't think that he could hold out for much longer. The thrust of his hips gets stronger, harder as he reaches completion with a cry, his spurting onto Pierce's hand.
"Well, that was one way to treat an undefined penis problem!" Pierce laughs grabbing a wipe and cleaning up the mess. He's not come himself, but the pleasure of inflicting pain is often enough. He'll go home and have a wank to the thought tonight.
Tom joins Pierce in the laughter. "Well, it's certainly working well now. My penis, I mean." He sits up, leaning on his elbows. "How about letting your patient pay you back?"
"And I'm assuming it's not paying the receptionist at the desk?" Pierce winks.
"Oh no, not the receptionist." Tom winks at Pierce, licking his lips briefly. "I was thinking of using my mouth for something other than talking..."
"Whistling?" Pierce teases. "Well, you know I'm a compassionate doctor. I accept payment in any form suitable to my patients."
"I don't think whistling would be appropriate payment... do you?" Tom laughs. He gets up on his knees and crawls closer to Pierce on the bed. "I was thinking of something... different. More akin to playing the flute. Well, kind of."
"You calling my cock a flute? I'd describe it more as a French horn," Pierce laughs.
"Oh, that came out totally wrong." Tom all but facepalms. "I wasn't... nevermind." Instead of talking, he crawls even closer and unzips the zipper of Pierce's trousers with his teeth.
"Nevermind indeed." Pierce lets out a satisfied moan as his cock reacts to the warm proximity of Tom's mouth. "Now you have two things to pay me back for. You know how I like your mouth boy so how about you make it extra good?"
"I'll give my best," Tom promises. He opens the button of Pierce's trousers and pulls them down, revealing his naked cock. "Impressive," he says as if he's never seen it before and licks along its length, teasing.
"Impressive?" Pierce raises an eyebrow. "Wait until we're not playing doctors and patients and I'll show you impressive," he jokes, playing the bravado card. "Hmmm," he moans as Tom's tongue flickers over the head of his cock. "Now that's impressive!"
Tom looks up at Pierce with a grin and repeats the action, ending it, this time, with his tongue toying with the slit in Pierce's cock. Determined to make this good.
Pierce's fingers card through Tom's hair, his hips arching up slightly seeking more from that talented tongue.
While he wants to make it good, Tom has no intention of drawing this out longer than necessary, no intention of teasing Pierce. He wraps his lips around Pierce's cock, slowly taking it all in, his throat relaxed.
"Fuck boy!" Pierce moans, his orgasm tantalisingly close.
Tom moans around Pierce's cock, knowing that the vibration in his throat will only make it better for Pierce. Maybe send him over that edge.
Pierce rises up one more time; wave after wave rippling through him as he comes. Tom keeps up the pressure and as much as he can think at the moment Pierce reminds himself to congratulate him when he can speak.
Even though Tom does his best to swallow most of Pierce's come, some drops still escape the corners of his mouth, leaving their trails down his chin. He doesn't pull back until he can feel Pierce going slack inside his mouth. And when he does, finally, let go of Pierce, he doesn't wipe his mouth just yet.
"That was..." Pierce pauses to take a breath. "Amazing. You are a very good boy."
"I'm happy to please, Sir." Slowly, Tom wipes his mouth and licks his finger clean from Pierce's come. "Always happy to serve you."
"We need to do this more often. Perhaps next time I can fuck you. After I've played with you of course."
"I would love that." If he hadn't just come, Tom would be hard again at the thought of being fucked by Pierce. "Oh yes, we should definitely do this more often..."
"Be on standby then. One day you'll get a call from me, and I'll be waiting to play with that lovely body of yours again." Pierce smirks and runs a finger down Tom's cheek.
Tom shivers, Pierce's touch is raising goose bumps on his skin. "Yes, Sir. I'll be ready whenever you call."
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