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Serve - Soldier slave

Private Anderson was called into the medical center. The new medical officer wanted to examine all the new recruits personally, but it was Anderson's third appointment this month.

"Just doing some tests." The doctor said every time, and all the other cadets are bound to have multiple tests done as well.

Even though Anderson always felt a weird tingling sensation seeing the medical officer, he couldn't just refuse to see him.

He opens the door and steps inside, with the doctor's back turned toward him.

"I'm here, sir, private Anderson." The young soldier stutters, the tingling already intensifying at his fingertips.

"Oh, private. Good. Sit down, will you?" The doctor smiled and motioned for a bed right next to the grey wall.

With a heavy stomach, Anderson sat down and looked around. The usual doctor's office appeal is sterile yet comfortable.

A chemical smell hovered in the air all around him—nothing unusual, yet burning his nostrils slightly.

"How are we feeling today?" The doctor smiled warmly, putting on surgical gloves.

"Im alright." Anderson nodded politely.

"Good." The doctor nodded too. "Let us begin."

He grabbed a stethoscope from the table next to him while Anderson fixed his posture. He stretched his chest and lifted his shirt for the doctor to check his breathing.

"Just focus on your breathing; take deep breaths, remember?"

"Yes sir."

Anderson said that and kept breathing steadily. He focused on a bright white light from across the room and felt the cold metal on his chest. At the same time, he felt hands on his skin, sending shivers down his spine.

"Now, just like before."

The doctor said, and Anderson nodded. He started to count down from ten to five with every deep breath he took as the tingling spread further through his arms and right into his chest.

5.

His voice was a little huskier already, almost a growl.

4.

Anderson's eyes grew heavy as the tingling wandered through his legs and into his feet.

3.

He was barely able to keep a straight face. The light in front of him started spinning, switching colors, and moving closer yet farther away.

2.

The young soldier swallowed hard, unable to keep his eyes open any longer.

1.

Now swaying, his entire body felt heavy, numb, and hard.

"Sleep, cadet."

The doctor's face was now right in front of his as he breathed into his mouth. With a low, long moan, Anderson's head sank down to his chest, his limps slumping to his sides, but the doctor smirked happily.

"Very good." He said it quitely.

"Can you hear me, private?" Anderson lifted his head slowly and opened his eyes.

"Yes, sir." He said it with glassy, vacant eyes.

"Good. Then let's begin." The doctor started his actual examination.

He began to feel the soldier's chest firmly—his pecs, abs, arms, and shoulders.

"Flex and get hard, private." He demanded, and without hesitation, Anderson raised both of his arms and flexed.

All of his muscles were encouraged to grow hard, bulging against his now-tight uniform.

"Good boy." The doctor said that and felt his chest again and again, enjoying himself very much.

"Youve been doing well, I heard." He said it proudly. "No surprise."

Licking his lips, he slid one hand under the shirt, running his fingers across the tight yet soft skin again and again. Anderson started drooling, reacting to the slightest touch.

"Thank you, sir." He said it with a derpy smile.

The doctor felt his arms now and smirked once more. He then focused on the soldier's neck, stroking him lovingly before tracing the jawline with his fingers. The man placed a hand on Anderson's face, traced his wet lips with his thumb while still stroking his chest, playing with his hard nipples, and running a finger through the tangible abs with his other hand.

"I love that look in your eyes." He muttered under his breath, staring into the young guys foggy eyes before leaning in and brushing his lips across the soldiers'.

"You're ready for the next step." The doctor moved back and placed a hand on Anderson's neck, holding him gently.

"Sleep, Anderson. Go even deeper now." After a short break, his eyes rolled back before he closed them, and the medical officer could gently lay him down.

In a hushed tone, the man put him down softly, making sure not to hurt Anderson. Then he resumed touching his chest, even firmer than before. His chest was tensed, and every fiber inside his body was on edge, tingling. The private was moaning under his breath, making deep guttural moans with his voice barely escaping his lips.

The doctor then ran a hand to the soldier's thick bulge forming inside the camo pants. In one quick motion, he unbuttoned them and slipped his hand inside, feeling Anderson pulsating, still growing cock firmly.

The soldier's body reacted right away. He moved slightly and groaned, taking several deep breaths.

"Good boy." He leaned in to whisper into his ear, right into his mind.

"Youre mine, private. And mine alone."

Anderson moaned and opened his eyes just barely.

"Show me you understand."

The soldier dick grew bigger inside the doctor's hand, pressing against the fabric of his briefs. The man moved his hand up and down the ever-growing shaft until it started to leak.

"Very good." The medical officer started to stroke Anderson's cock but also his chest, flooding the soldiers minds with pure pleasure.

He's already conditioned to grow harder and harder when touched by his master, but this just made the conditioning so much smoother.

The more he stroked him, the more his body reacted. He shifted his body weight from left to right, softly purring amid the guttural groans. His breath quickened more and more, much to the doctors amusement.

"You like it when I touch you, don't you?" He smirked, and Anderson swallowed hard again.

"Yes, sir."

"You will always get hard like this when I touch you, private."

"Yes sir." The soldier moaned in agreement.

"You will get closer and closer to the edge, but you won't be able to cum."

Anderson grimaced, and his body got stiff and rigid. He was close to the edge already, but there is still room.

Painful moans escaped his mouth, one by one, and he, subconciously, grabbed himself as well. Desperate attempts to release that pressure.

The doctor just giggled at this.

"Now. I will be the only one to make you cum."

With a firm pull, he moved the rock hard, and its tip erupted simultaneously. The soldier moaned breathlessly, and his briefs got stained with his steaming cream.

"My, my." The doctor pulled his hand out of the pants and pats the patient's chest firmly. "We were eager today."

Gently, he fixed Anderson's uniform and ordered him to sit up.

"I want you to change and take a shower. Then, its time to go for a run, private."

The soldier nodded. "Wake up." With a long guttural moan, his eyes regained their focus.

He blinked a few times before he locked eyes with the doctor.

"Were done for today. A couple more tests, just to be sure." He placed a hand on Anderson's shoulder, who placed a hand at his crotch, probably feeling the wet spot all around his still bulging cock.

"Okay, sir."

"Now go." The doctor nodded toward the door, and with further hesitation, Anderson left the room.

(via rhennishcool)

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