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Men in Training:  Boys as Toys

Written by Glaucon55
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I.  Ricky Meets the Doc

Leslie Carlson loved being an Naval doctor.  The military had been a
perfect choice for her, giving her the opportunity to express her
strong, dominating style without being out of character. Pursuing
her medical degree had been frosting on the cake, giving her access
to young, horny men from the Navy and the Marine Corps, with the
privilege of an officer and the power of a physician.  What better
combination for a woman who liked to be licked, and whose pussy went
wet the moment she saw the submission in a man's eyes.

At 5'7", Leslie was tall, and her natural blond hair and tanned
smooth skin made her seem like a goddess.  At 28 years, she was
still young enough to have a natural blush and a firm figure, but
old enough to know how to handle men.  He pussy mound was a fat
bulge with a ragged, tight fissure that divided it.  Her natural
blond hair was a tuft at the top of her cunt, and sparsely framed
around the sweet peach.  Just below her tuft of pussy fur, was the
intriguing spike of flesh that demanded so much attention when she
got hot.  When she was aroused, her pussy would juice streams of
sweet nectar and her cunny would split open revealing the ragged
inner lips.  Her horny clit would erect from its protective hood,
and thrust out a quarter-inch from between her drooling slot.  She
loved men who knew how to drag their prick stalks up and down to rub
and grind her aching clitty, and those who didn't learned.

Leslie's clitty was erect now, causing her to squeeze her thighs
together, and the succulent juice was dripping between her lips as
she read the file on Corporal Ricky Haskins, a big farm boy from
Nebraska who had decided to go into the Marines from high school.
He was twenty years old, and still shy with the girls.  He had
gotten busted for pot and served in a program offered by the Corps,
but he had to be certified by a doctor before he could return to
full duty.  Leslie, had gone wet the first time she saw him sitting
in her examining room in his skivies, blushing when he realized that
his doc was a woman.and a fucking, drop dead gorgeous woman at that.
Leslie had smiled confidently, and made him strip completely, and
done a full external physical, touching the kid everywhere, making
him get half hard as her long nails dragged over his thrusting pecs,
firm abs, weighing his big, hanging balls, and hefting his thick,
seven inch cock.  She had explained that his case seemed to require
further investigation, and that she wanted him to come back at 4
p.m. on a Friday afternoon.  Leslie had dismissed her assistant
Stella, telling her that she could handle this last patient so Stel
could prepare for her own hot Friday night date.

As Leslie waited for Ricky to arrive, she tugged her skirt up her
legs and spread them just enough to let some air cool her cunt lips,
now moistening with her goo, wetting the band of  her soft panties.
She used her right index finger to push the material aside, and
allowed a hard long fingernail to slide between the loosening lips,
scratching the itchy, swelling labia, and to flick momentarily
against her aching girl prick.  Her clit hardened, reaching out to
her rough finger pad and nail, seeking a good rub to bring on a cum
drizzle.  But Leslie only teased herself with the finger, feeling
her firm nipples stiffening, taut against her blouse as her pussy
throbed with need. Leslie was determined that by the end of his
examination, Rick Haskins long tongue would be rooted up that pussy,
licking out her tension, sipphoning out her juices, and firmly
sucking her clit into a series of exploding orgasms.

Suddenly she heard a knock on the door, and she quickly removed her
wet finger, and pulled the panty back over her moist mound. She
stood, pulled her skirt back into place, wiped her wet fingers on a
towel, and smiled.  The fun was about to begin.

"Come in Corporal, how are you doing this afternoon."

"Hello Maam," he drawled, his shy, dimpled grin punctuated by a
blush.  "Ah'm fine, just fine.Ah'm not sure I need any more
treatment, or anything maam.  Ah'm fine, really."  Leslie just
grinned at him as she led him into the exam room.  His dark brown
hair was buzzed on his head.  She knew it grew thick on his arms,
legs, up the crack of his butt, and even on his toes and fingers.
His late afternoon shadow was out on his ruddy cheeks, and he was
perspiring.  His shower soap was just losing its scent, obscured by
an uncomfortable sheen of sweat from his nervousness.

"Corporal, let me decide how you are doing, O.K.?  After all, I'm
the doctor and the officer here. You in good hands here, don't you
think?"  Ricky blushed again.  He remembered how his dick had
started to harden when she examined him.  It took all his
concentration to keep it half-hard, and then she fortunately let him
go and he had turned away before he fainted.  Jesus, those long red
nails, and the way her tits pushed up her blouse and coat, and that
perfume she was wearing. Every time Ricky had thought about her and
his next exam, his cock went hard  and started to drip pre-scum.
Oh, jeez, what a cunt.but I can't fuckin' touch her cause she's an
officer.  Fuck, he thought, if I could just get my dick in her fine
cunt, I'd ride her till she screamed.  All this was translated into
shy blushes, as Ricky hungered for pussy but did not know how to get
his finger up some gal's slick gash.

"Ricky, please undress and put on the dressing gown."

"Maam, do I hafta undress.  I mean, does my treatment require me to
take off mah clothes?"

"Yes, Ricky.  I need to take the samples I did not get last time."
When Leslie said these words, Ricky's eyes widened.  Suddenly his
lust turned into fear.  What if his dick went hard again, and what
kinda samples was she thinking about?  "Oh fuck," he groaned to
himself, "I'm fuckin' history if this broad makes me bone up."

Rick slipped out of his uniform, exposing his sculptured torso and
limbs.  At 6'2" he had miles of legs, tight butt with firm
grapefruit buns, and big, muscled feet with long, thick toes.  He'd
been joe jock in high school, playing every sport he could to wear
down his energy and keep him from whanking his pud every chance he
had.  From the time he was twelve, his dick had been hard half most
of the time, and he seemed to have wet dreams every night that he
didn't stroke his fat poker to a butt clenching, toe gripping, fist
pounding cum.  He climbed on the table, his long, hairy legs,
dangling towards the floor.  His hands were folded over his lap, and
his head was turned away from Leslie as if to look at her would
cause him to do something he shouldn't.

Leslie took her time, asking Ricky to lower his gown to his waist so
she could listen to his heart. He blushed again, looked helpless and
ill at ease, but followed orders.  He watched as her long red nails
brought the metal to his chest, and he almost gasped as the cold
instrument moved up to the edge of his hard, pebbled nipple, rubbery
and thrusting up and out of his furry chest.  When she moved the
metal against the nipple, Ricky did groan and hunched, trying to
keep the teat from acting like his dick.  Unfortunately, underneath
the flimsy gown, his cock jerked up hard, unable to resist the
stimulation of his boy tit.  Even when the guys had messed around in
the lockerroom, anytime someone grabbed his tits, n' twisted 'em,
his cock had jerked up hard.  He'd have to make a bee-line out of
the contact and keep his towel or shorts on so no one would notice
in all the fun that his cock had started to drip.  Now this luscious
bitch was jerking his titty off with her fucking stethoscope, making
him hunch and groan, close his eyes and suck in his breath, as she
persisted in rubbing that thing back and forth.  The hard rubbery
teat betrayed him, pokin' up for more stroking, sticking up and out
so her metal tit stimulator could make goose pimples break out on
his skin.

Leslie looked at the boy, hunching, sucking in his breath, and
noticing how his hands were turning white as he pushed them down
into his lap.  She knew his dick was rock hard, and he was trying to
find a way to squeeze the blood out his randy pecker.  As she drew
the stethoscope from his chest, she let one of her hard fingernails
scrape against the tender, tingling teat.  Ricky jumped, and arched
his back up then suddenly away from the contact.  She knew she had
him.

"Ricky, time to get up on the table."  He looked at her blankly,
then blurted out that his gown would slip off if he did that.
"Well," Leslie responded with cool detachment, "you don't really
need that gown anyway.  You're a big boy, and I'm your doctor,
right."  In his confused and agitated state, Ricky felt trapped.  If
he said no, then she'd think he was some kind of wimp.  If he said
yes, she would see his hard peter.  He gave up.  With a sigh, he
dropped the gown as he climbed up on the table on his hands and
knees.  His dick had grown to 8 thick inches, with a wide body and a
fat, wet knob.  His piss lips were wide and deep, and his cock
flange was pronounced, leaving lots of overly sensitive glans
available for stimulation.  Jesus, Leslie thought, that fucker could
rub out all the ache in her cunt, and the thick ridge along the
bottom would massage her clit into spasms of joy.  This jar head,
dick brain was going to soothe her tension, then kiss her cunt when
he was through.

"OK Corporal, spread your knees, a bit.  I need to check your
prostrate.  Ricky's eyes closed in humiliation.  This fucking cunt
doctor was going to finger-fuck him.  Once, his older cousin Betsy
had wrestled him down on her bed when their parents were out at a
movie, and she was left to baby sit.  He was thirteen, but while
they were horsing around she pulled off his pants and tickled him.
She was so fuckin' strong, and somehow she got a finger up his butt.
He remembered it like it was yesterday.  He'd never allowed another
person to touch him there, and even had avoided doctors who wanted
to check him out.  Now this doctor was going to pick up where Betsy
had left off.  His cousin had frigged his male quim till he shot his
cum spontaneously in the bed sheets while he had howled for her to
stop, but was powerless to do anything as long as that finger was
probing up his asshole.  He thought he might be a fag, so he'd made
sure no one else had every gotten near his portal.  Now this doctor
was goin' to discover how easily he could be managed.and those
fuckin' long red nails, Christ, she'd frig him off in no time!  His
cock lurched against his taut stomach, and more clear scum burped
out, smearing his fat plum and wetting the hair oh his stomach.

Leslie, licked her red lipstick covered lips.  She had slipped on a
sheer medical glove.  But unknown to Ricky, this glove had a
specially adapted middle or fuck finger.  The tip of the finger pad
was covered with a soft, but firm set of irritating monkey hair
bristles.  Leslie was saving this little surprise for Ricky until
after she'd explored his nether hole, and determined whether she
could control him with her frig finger.  Using the index finger
which she dipped into a lubricating gel, she gently scratched and
rubbed her finger against the hairy crevice of Ricky's powerful ass.
He clenched his ass muscles, and groaned as she searched for the
dimple hidden by the dark forest of sweaty hair, but he was
powerless to stop her investigation.  Even though he wanted to slap
her hand away, throw her down and jump on her, he only squeezed his
eyes shut more tightly, almost as if he could wish away her probing
finger.   "Uuuuuugggggghhhhhhhh." he groaned as her tapered finger
found the senstive asslips, and after rubbing and gently scratching
with her long nail, slipped it in to just the first joint.  Ricky's
powerful muscles clamped down on her finger, but she waited
patiently, then slipped it in a bit more.  Within a minute she had
wormed her long finger up his rectum, and her fingertip was tenderly
stroking his manly love button.

"Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh...ooooooohhhhhhh.nnnoooooooo doc, get it out,
noooooooo, I don't need any more..stopppppp..doc, please,
aaaaaaggggghhhh.."  Ricky moaned and groaned his frustration, but
Leslie's educated finger gently proded Ricky up his fundament.  His
dimpled ass cheeks clenched desperately and without his control, as
each time her finger jolted him as it tickled his joy button.
Pre-sap was drooling out of the wide piss lips of his rigid prong,
and was making long sticky strings as it dripped down and pooled on
the plastic covered table. The big boy began gyrating his hips,
moving them in a vain effort to both avoid the irritating finger,
and to get the incredible feeling of the contact between his
sensitive prostrate and the frigging invader.  His head had fallen
down on the table, his ass jutting high up in the air.  His eyes
were squeezed shut, and some spit drooled out of the side of his
mouth.  His grunts and groans were accompanied by the way his long
toes curled and clenched.

Suddenly, Ricky's body went rigid, and Leslie gave his an unexpected
jab with her finger. "OOOOHHHHhhhhhh FUCKkkkkkkkk!  OOOOhhhhhhhhhh
Doc!   I gotta cummmm. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh Shhhiiiiiittttttt!"
Ricky's big 8" club hardened one last time, and ropes of thick,
white, starchy gism spurted from its tip.  The kid must not jerk his
meat too often, Leslie thought as she watched him shoot seven long
spurts toward his stomach, then continue to burp smaller ones that
spat out and down to table with what seemed like gallons of Marine
boy sap.  Leslie liked what she saw.  She loved men who could fill
her with spunk, because she always made them lick it out of her cunt
after they'd made their deposit.

Leslie acted with clinical dispatch.  She took a sterile cylinder,
collected a sample of the sperm from between Ricky's heaving,
sweaty, pecs---sealed it, and wrote on the label.  Then she turned
to the young Marine Corporal whose breath was still coming in gasps,
and whose fuck pole was still red and stiff, covered with white
clots of his sperm, dripping down.  "Corporal, you made quite a
mess.  I want you to sit back, then lean down and lick up every drop
on the table.  Then I want you to use your fingers, scoop up every
drop on your chest and squeeze that cock out, and lick your fingers
clean."  She spoke with such calm and firmness, you would have
thought she'd just asked him to cough.

Ricky opened his eyes, and looked at her in humiliated silence.  He
knew he should tell her to go fuck herself, but he also knew that
there was something about those pouty lips, that red lipstick, her
perfume, and the fact that she was in charge as an officer and
doctor, that prevented him from challenging her.  Without saying a
word, he turned over and scooted back on the table, looked down at
the gism covering the vinyl, then leaned down and extended his long,
thick tongue and started to lick up the pungent sperm.  Lap after
lap was needed to clean up the copious amounts of spunk he'd shot.
Then he used his long, thick fingers to scrape up the cum on his
chest and stomach.  Leslie grabbed his wrist before he put his
fingers into his mouth, and she spoke to him with a soothing command
that sent shivers down his spine.  "Corporal, you don't do anything
in this office without my permission.  I'm the Doctor.  I want you
to lick first you little finger, then the next one, and when you get
to the thumb, I want you to keep sucking until I tell you to stop."
As Ricky complied, she pushed him back on his heels on the table,
and used her hands to splay his knees.  At the same time, she
slipped the middle finger with the wicked bristles into a pink gel
from another container.  Ricky didn't know it, but the gel had been
purchased on a trip to South America from some tribesman at the base
of the Andes.  Leslie smiled to herself, as she slipped the finger
between the heavy, muscular thighs, between the hairy buttocks, and
into the already slippery ass pucker.  As Ricky sucked his thumb,
his eyes went wide as he felt the bristles move up his rectum, and
then as both bristle and gel merged at his prostrate.  Little bumps
were rising on the sensitive lining of his rectum, and on his man
nut, and the bristles both irritated and soothed them
simultaneously.  Ricky's cock shot up, and burped a shot of
pre-scum, and Leslie moved her other hand to grasp one of his
spiking tits.  It was time this young man knew that his dick was
made for woman to manage.  Her red nails plucked and scratched his
aching nipples, while her other rooting finger was driving Ricky to
distraction with its insistent roiling, poking and massaging of his
asshole into submission.

Within fifteen minutes his nipples went taut causing Leslie to grip
one and gently twist.  His eyes closed again, sweat dripping from
his brow and down from his armpits.  Ricky's head began to move from
side to side and his ass bounced up and down on the doctor's
educated fuck finger. The big, beefy Marine's neglected fuck stick
spat out two long squirts of jism, and the rest of the scum just
drooled down his stalk.  Ricky was whining and grunting around his
thumb, unable to speak as he followed Doctor's orders, sucking his
digit as if it were some cunt's clitty.

Leslie made Ricky clean up his semen again, and finally wrote her
report as she had him stand at parade rest in front of her.  By the
time her page of notes was done, she smiled to see that the big
hairy kid had thrown another hard-on.  This case was going just
fine, and the patient was responding.  Leslie leaned back, pulled up
her skirt and instructed Ricky to get on his knees. Wide eyed, the
young man kneeled, and drank in the scent that wafted up to his
nose.  Slowly, as if drawn by powers he could not control, Ricky's
head moved toward Leslie's wet panties, sniffing and his tongue
reaching out to lick his lips.  Leslie made Ricky put his hands
behind his back, and she gently peeled the soaking panty away from
her soaking slot.  Grasping his nose, she pulled him toward her
inflamed quim, and gasped and hissed as he puffy lips made contact
with her cunt.  She rubbed his face up and down, back and forth and
then with patient instructions, taught the kid how to eat cunt. With
his tongue later deeply inserted up Leslie's cunt, and his long nose
battering her clit, the Doctor began a series of orgasms that caused
her to reach up and squeeze her own long tits through her blouse,
pinching the hard nubs into submission.

Leslie's satisfaction had just begun.  Now it was time to sink that
long fuck rod up her cunny, and ride the jarhead long into the
night.

Jesus she loved being an officer and a woman.

End of the Introduction
