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There was a knock at his door.
“Come in.”
A tall, very thin man entered the room. John Watson stood up from his seat at his desk as the man spoke.
“Good evening Dr. Watson. Thank you for seeing me at such an unconventional time.”
“Mr. Holmes, not at all! You are not the first patient to make such a request in the name of privacy. And goodness knows I stay here late most nights anyway.”
Watson motioned to the chair opposite his. They sat in somewhat of an awkward silence for a moment.
Holmes cleared his throat.
“I see you have been consulting your books in preparation for my visit.”
“Ah, yes indeed.” A charming blush rose on Watson’s cheeks. Holmes made a mental note to investigate the source of that blush. But later. They had just started, and Watson already seemed close to breaking character. Holmes decided to be patient. Experience told him that once Watson found his feet, Holmes would be knocked off his own soon enough.
Watson smoothed his mustache, gathered himself, and continued. “Since you said traditional remedies, and even some non-traditional, have only given you temporary relief, I have been searching for more information to give me an idea as to where I should start my examination.”
“And what have you found?”
“Well, you have already told me that you have been judged to be in fine physical health by other doctors. You also have no dependence on alcohol or other… strong substances. You say you are content with your career and private life, and so I must rule out an emotional or mental reason for your, ah, complaint.”
“Well then? What is your hypothesis doctor? What have you deduced?”
“Now, now, Mr. Holmes, bear with me for a moment. After reading some recent publications on the topic, I have concluded that, perhaps, the source of your complaint is hormonal.”
“And what does that mean?”
“Well, a man’s hormones may sometimes fall out of balance. And because of that, he may feel things that he cannot explain away with logic.”
“What do you propose? What kind of examination and treatment? I am quite eager to resolve this… issue.”
“You’ve described it as something like hunger? I recommend an investigation of the area where you are feeling this sensation. Some men find it embarrassing, but I think I should start with an examination of your prostate gland.”
“I am afraid, Dr. Watson, that I have no idea what that is.” Holmes betrayed a small, wicked twitch of the lips.
“Ah, yes, I thought you might say that.” He gave Holmes a fond look. “Without going into too much scientific detail, it is a gland that is vital to maintaining a man’s essence. I’d like to check for any obvious irregularities. Would you lean over the examination table there and lower your trousers?”
Oh, Holmes thought. His patience had paid off. Watson had decided to get to it!
“Yes of course, Doctor.” Holmes complied quickly. “Like this?”
Watson had moved to the basin in the corner to wash his hands. He looked over his shoulder, his gaze lingering on the curve of Holmes’ back, the white skin of his buttocks.
“Oh yes, that will do.”
Watson came around to stand behind Holmes.
“I will need to insert a finger and press at your inner wall. Are you comfortable in this position?”
“Yes, Doctor. Do continue.” Holmes could feel fine perspiration form on his lower back.
Watson laid his hands flat on Holmes’ buttocks and spread them apart to get a better view of his anus. He used a thumb to gently brush against the puckered entrance, the soft hair around it. He pressed his thumb down on the center of it and massaged in small circles.
Holmes’ breath spread up.
“Mr. Holmes I’m going to step away for a moment to get some ointment to ease the way. You are too tight for even one finger.”
“Yes, of course.”
Holmes could hear Watson removing more than just surgical aid ointment from his desk drawer. He could hear, he was sure, two other items besides the ointment. Most suggestive. He had underestimated Watson’s dedication to this play acting.
He heard Watson take the lubrication onto his fingers and saw the tube placed next to him on the table.
“Thank you for your patience, Mr. Holmes. I’m going to insert my finger now. Just breathe in and out for me.”
Holmes took a deep breath as he felt a delicate, slick probe at his entrance. Watson moved his fingertip slowly in circles around the rim before inserting just the tip. Holmes gave a small gasp.
“Mr. Holmes?”
“Quite alright Doctor, but,” he confessed, “I feel the hunger more strongly now.”
“Oh, I see. I will continue this examination—tell me how you feel.”
Without waiting for acknowledgement, Watson slowly but unyieldingly inserted his whole forefinger.
“Ah!” Holmes threw his head back. “Oh Dr. Watson, the feeling of hunger, for that is truly the only word to describe the sensation, is even stronger. I feel—” he clenched around Watson’s finger, “I feel an ache for more, but I do not know what!”
“I have an idea. Tell me how this affects you?”
Watson started moving his finger in and out, and Holmes’ gave a true gasp. He was clenching around Watson’s finger uncontrollably.
“Hmm,” Watson brought his face down to take a closer look, and Holmes shivered. He could feel Watson’s breath as he continued speaking.
“I think I will need to insert a second finger. I can clearly see your anus fluttering, and the strength of its grip on my finger is quite something. Yes, I think a second finger is needed.” Watson removed his hand and took up the ointment once again. “Let me know if you feel any discomfort, please.”
“This is certainly one kind of discomfort.”
“What do you mean Mr. Holmes?” Watson was teasing his rim with two wet fingers.
“I mean that if you do not insert your fingers, I will surely perish right here on your examination table.”
Watson’s fingers pressed against his hole. His mouth came close to Holmes’ ear for just a moment as he said, “Is the hunger that powerful now? Indeed, you were not exaggerating when you told me of your predicament.”
Holmes felt a moan escape his throat as two of Watson’s broad fingers pressed into him filling him, and without ado, pressed directly on his prostate.
“Ah!” Holmes gripped the sheet lining the table.
Watson hummed and caressed the lump beyond the inner lining. Holmes broke out in a sweat.
“Well, it all feels quite normal, Mr. Holmes. But I can still see and feel how your muscles spasm around my fingers. I would like to examine further if that is no trouble?” He twisted his fingers inside Holmes, who clenched his teeth.
“Yes, please. Help me find the source of this feeling.”
“Hmm…” Watson took a knee on the floor behind Holmes and used his free hand to pull away one side of Holmes’ buttocks and moved closer to watch his fingers glistening as he moved them in and out, twisting them in Holmes’ hole, feeling around the rim and just inside it. He blew a soft stream of air against the slick hole as he pressed again at Holmes’ prostate, harder this time—
Holmes wailed.
Watson removed his fingers and stood up.
“Doctor!?”
“Well Mr. Holmes, I have a theory. And a suggestion as to treatment, but it is quite unconventional. One might even say eccentric.” Watson was far too cool. Holmes was immediately suspicious and very excited.
“Well, I have often been called eccentric. Tell me.” Holmes pulled his trousers up but did not fasten them.
“Your prostate gland seems healthy. However, your reaction to the introduction of my fingers, and your own description of the sensation you felt lead me to believe that your hormones are out of balance.”
“As you thought in the first place. And the treatment?”
“Yes, the treatment. I have seen it mentioned here in the texts I was studying that an introduction, an infusion if you will, of a healthy man’s essence has been known to give positive results in similar cases. All anecdotal evidence, but I think it is worth taking seriously.”
“Just to be sure I understand, when you say ‘essence’ you are referring to…” Holmes looked down at Watson’s tented trousers but made no comment.
“Yes, pardon me for using euphemisms. I refer to ejaculate.”
“I assume fresh is best? How does one go about this treatment? I am all for it, if it will cure this complaint of mine.”
“Ah, yes, fresh is indeed best. Very cleverly put. I have already taken the liberty of preparing a couple of items that may aid us should you desire to continue with the treatment tonight. I admit this late there are no other men here to assist, and so I am your only option as a source of the ejaculate. I assure you I am in perfect health and will be utterly professional in applying the treatment.”
“Doctor you have taken every measure. I trust you completely. Please, I feel such a hunger, a burning even. I must receive the treatment tonight.”
Watson nodded and showed Holmes the other two items he had taken from the drawer. He was blushing but he soldiered on. Holmes raised his eyebrows.
“First, I will use my fingers again to relax the muscles of your anus and rectum. Then I will insert this phallus to dilate you further. My own, ah, phallus, is a little bigger than this when erect, but I will do my best to prepare you thoroughly enough you should not feel any pain.”
Holmes licked his lips.
“I see.”
“Also, I must mention, it is imperative that you do not find release during administration of this treatment.”
Holmes almost balked at that but he managed to keep a straight face. Watson continued.
“Think of it as applying a balm or taking oral medicine. You must allow the treatment to soak in or be digested. That is where this second item comes in. This is a rectal dilator—we will use it as a plug to hold in the ejaculate.”
Holmes eyebrows shot up again.
“For how long?”
“I don’t know. Let us observe your reactions and decide from there.”
Holmes blushed.
“Oh, my word.”
Holmes was back bending over the examination table, but now he was completely naked from the waist down. Watson had removed his shoes, wanting to avoid injuring Holmes should he inadvertently step on him, but was otherwise fully clothed.
Holmes lay his forehead on the table and arched his back. Watson already had two thick fingers inside him—massaging, probing, and altogether driving him mad.
“More, Doctor.” Holmes panted out. “I am craving more.”
“I’m afraid I hadn’t thought this through, Mr. Holmes. Would you mind helping me?”
“How, how can I help you?”
“Use the ointment to lubricate the phallus. Be liberal with it. They are both right next to you.”
Holmes moaned and obeyed. This was torment.
Watson took the facsimile from Holmes, who was blushing ferociously, and lined it up—slipping it in just past the head as soon as he removed his fingers.
Holmes keened and thrust his hips up.
“I’m going to insert this fully now, Mr. Holmes.”
“Yes, please. The need is burning through me.”
Watson pushed it all the way in, until only the base was showing.
“I must say, Mr. Holmes, you are a fine specimen, able to take all of this facsimile into you. I wonder if this is indicative of your issue. Perhaps your body’s natural ability to hold so much causes a yearning to be penetrated? To be filled? It warrants further study…” Watson trailed off as he began slowly moving the shaft in and out, gently side to side and up and down, stretching Holmes’ rim in every direction.
“Watson!” Holmes was quivering. “Dr. Watson, please, oh, I am desperate for more!”
“I’m afraid this is the only instrument available to us, Mr. Holmes. I don’t have a bigger one.”
“What about your instrument?” Holmes hissed.
Watson moved the phallus with a bit more force.
“Oh, well, I admit I planned to only insert it at the last moment, to do so any earlier would be entirely unprofessional.”
“Unprof—! Dr. Watson, please, this is like throwing a life preserver to a drowning man but it landing three feet short!”
“Really now,” Watson sounded out of breath.
“Would you deny a patient the treatment they need? It is as you said, I need to be filled, and it is your cock I need to fill me! You said it was like medicine—Ah!”
Watson interrupted Holmes speech by grinding the dildo into him.
Out of breath, Watson said, “Who am I to refuse so eager a patient his medicine?” And pressed his rock-hard cock, still trapped in his trousers, to Holmes’ thigh.
Holmes thought he might weep. He could hear Watson undoing his trousers.
Watson released his cock, stepped closer, and laid it, hot, damp, and hard, along Holmes’ crack.
“Hand me the lubricant.”
Holmes was panting with need and excitement. He was sweating. He could feel his nipples hard and rubbing tantalizingly at the inside of his shirt. He could hear the obscene squelch of Watson lubricating his erection.
“Doctor, I was exaggerating before, but now I know I truly will expire right here in your office if you do not give me that cock this instant.”
Watson brought a slick hand to Holmes’ hip.
"Oh, of that I have no doubt."
He gently removed the phallus and placed his wet and slippery cockhead at Holmes' entrance. The resistance was temporary—Holmes let out a euphoric groan, canted his hips, and his hole seemed to open on command. It was sucking, pulling Watson's cock—and he was in. Lord have mercy, he was in up to the very hilt!
Holmes released a groan from his very bones.
Watson grasped his hips for leverage and thrust once. Holmes sobbed.
"Oh, I can't take it!" He said and reached for his prick. Watson stopped him.
"Mr. Holmes," he was breathless, but he was motivated to maintain what was left of this role play.
"I believe I gave you instructions," he continued. "You must not come before the treatment is complete." Another thrust for emphasis.
"Doctor, surely—"
"I said," Watson gently brought Holmes' arms behind him, bent at the elbows, and held his forearms together in a soft grip against his back, "you mustn't come."
He thrust, and in this position Holmes could veritably bounce on his cock. Holmes was keening.
"I am going to pump you full of what you need," Watson said, his voice getting rough.
Holmes spread his legs a little further and leaned down to rest his head and chest on the table.
"Please," he keened, "only you can give me what I need."
Watson was thrusting in earnest, a hand on Holmes' hip, the other still holding his arms. He could feel their testicles slapping together.
"Tell me. Tell me what you need."
"My medicine! Oh, doctor, please! I ache to feel it, my body craves it!"
"Yes...I can feel how hungry your hole is, it is practically sucking my seed from me. Oh, I and am going to fill this hole with my seed—that is the medicine you need. I am going to pump you so full, and satiate your cravings once and for all!"
Watson strove to find an angle to better stimulate Holmes' prostate with his thrusts. When Holmes' cries of pleasure turned into an aria, he knew he found it.
With a growl, Watson grabbed Holmes’ haunches and like a piston, fucked him at that exact angle as hard as he dared.
Holmes' song filled the room and that was it—Watson was coming, pulsing, shooting load after thick load into Holmes. It was hot, and so much! Over the roar of his own heartbeat in his ears he heard an anguished cry from Holmes and felt his anus clench hard around his sensitive cock. It squeezed one more weak pulse of ejaculate from him, and he whimpered.
Oh, it was incredible. Holmes had peaked untouched.
"Watson, Watson, oh John..." Holmes was chanting his name in a whisper.
"Shhh, my dear boy. That happened sooner than I expected but the treatment might still be a success. I'm going to pull out now. Clench as tight as you can and use your fingers to stop too much from leaking out."
Holmes gave a slow, recked moan.
"I'm going to get some salve to use with the plug." With that Watson stepped away for a moment and when he turned back, he saw Holmes there, trying so hard to keep Watson's essence inside him... Holmes had said he would expire but Watson was sure that it was he who was certain to combust at the sight in front of him.
Retuning to Holmes, Watson quickly but gently spread the soothing, healing salve in and around Holmes' tender entrance, and slipped in the plug.
Holmes gave an exhausted, satisfied sigh. Watson rubbed his back.
"You must be tired and getting stiff. Let me wash my hands and help you get comfortable."
Holmes was soon dressed, hydrated, wrapped in a shawl, and snuggled quite comfortably with Watson in the back of a cab. He could feel the plug move within him as the carriage bounced along the road, could feel slickness between his buttocks.
Watson had an arm around his shoulders and was whispering something in his hear. His whiskers tickled a bit and Holmes found it terribly charming.
"...run you a hot bath and help you remove the plug. I have some petroleum jelly at home and would like to make sure you are thoroughly clean before applying it to ease where you are no doubt very tender. I insist we refrain from penetration for a time, on your part. Even after the tenderness resides. I worry somewhat that I put you through too much tonight." Watson really could be quite thorough when he put his mind to it.
Holmes placed a hand on Watson's leg and drew a small circle with his forefinger.
"But Doctor," he interrupted with a whisper and a coy look, "What if this treatment is not enough? How shall I take my medicine if I need another dose?"
Watson startled at the question and blushed.
"You will just have to take it orally, then."