Ben Affleck Goes to the Doctor – Part 1

When movie star Ben Affleck goes to see a doctor for a problem in the bedroom, the medical examination entails much more than expected. Another HOT cum control fantasy from Nico!
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Ben Affleck Goes to the Doctor – Part 1
by Nico
Series: Ben Affleck Goes to the Doctor

Dr. Patterson shuffled the folders on his desk, looking for the file for his next patient. Unlike most of his patients, who had been seeing the doctor for many years, this was a new patient. His folder was almost empty, just the bare minimum of information — he was a male in his early forties, smoker, no prior medical history, suffering from an undisclosed urological complaint. It seemed like yet another boring case in a stream of boring cases that day. The doctor closed the file with a sigh.

“Doctor?” A soft female voice called out from the doorway. “Your next patient is ready in room two.”

“Thank you, nurse.” Dr. Patterson tucked the file under his arm and left his office. He paused momentarily in the hall to straighten his tie, adjust the thin, silver-rimmed glasses perched on his nose, then knocked on the door to room two and opened it. “Good afternoon,” he said, “I’m Dr. Patterson.”

His patient was seated in a chair by the desk. He didn’t look up as the doctor spoke, staying bent over in his chair, forearms resting on his knees.

affleck-head“So,” the doctor continued, unperturbed, “What seems to be the problem today?” He crossed the small examining room to take a seat on his stool, dropping the patient’s file off on his desk.

“It’s… Look, doc, it’s not easy for me to talk about.” His patient kept his head down, eyes fixed on his expensive brown leather loafers.

Patterson offered a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. Everything that happens in this room stays in this room… You have complete confidentiality.”

“Well, see. I’ve been having some problems lately. In the bedroom. You know what I mean? And, well,” he hesitated a moment, seeming choked up. For the first time, he looked up at the doctor. Patterson was struck by his chiseled features, and the tenderness in his brown eyes as he spoke. “My wife. She spends her whole day around handsome men. I’m scared that… you know.”

The doctor nodded his head slightly. This was a problem he saw often. “Don’t worry, you’re quite a handsome man yourself… say,” he said, sliding a little closer on his wheeled doctor’s stool, “do I know you from somewhere? You look awfully familiar.”

The patient let out a small, dark laugh. “I guess you could say that.”

Dr. Patterson studied the man’s sculptured face. Then it struck him: “You’re Ben Affleck, aren’t you? I knew I recognized you!”

The man just smiled. “Guilty. Now. About my problem.”

“Yes, yes, of course!” The doctor said with a smile. It looked like his boring day had taken a turn for the better. “If you would just undress and take a seat on the table, we can-”

“Is that necessary?”

“Necessary?”

“Do we really need to… Look, can you just give me a pill, doc?” Ben asked, sheepishly ruffling his brown hair with one hand. “I’d kind of like to just get this over with, you know?”

“Yes, we really need to,” Patterson replied, his expression turning suddenly serious at Ben’s reluctance. “What kind of doctor to you take me for, just shilling pills left and right?”

“Hey, sorry, man. Sorry,” Ben said, putting both hands up in a placating expression. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I’m just a little embarrassed, I guess.”

“I assure you, there is nothing to be embarrassed about. I have performed this examination a million times.” Just never on a Hollywood stud before. “Now if you would please, get undressed.”

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The doctor watched as Ben’s hands slid under the thin material of his tee-shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal a broad chest and well-defined abs. He kicked off his loafers as he rose from the chair. His hands moved to the buckle of his belt, undoing it pulling the belt free from its loops. Ben seemed to be taking his sweet time, stalling taking his pants off. Watching the way his toned abs moved under the bright lights of the examining room, Dr. Patterson didn’t mind.

“She’s filming a new movie, you know,” Ben said.

“Who?”

“Jennifer. My wife.”

The doctor frowned. “Interesting. Now I must insist you remove your pants.”

“Right, right. Sorry.” Ben unbuttoned his designer jeans, giving them a small tug. To Dr. Patterson’s delight, as the denim slid off Ben’s hips, they revealed that he was wearing no boxers underneath. The doctor eyed the tight curve of his naked ass. Kicking his feet free of the pants and leaving them in a pile on the floor, Ben took a seat on the examination table.

The doctor took a moment to admire Ben’s athletic figure as he sat, legs spread slightly, on the table. His pecs were well-defined, his shoulders broad and masculine. He had hair on his chest, which led in a tempting trail down to slim hips and a long, beautiful cock that lay above two large balls. The shaft was light pink, the head large, begging to be kissed.

The doctor cleared his throat. “So,” he said. “You say you’ve been having some difficulties in the bedroom. Could you please be more clear about what you mean?”

Ben shifted uncomfortably. He felt so vulnerable sitting naked under the gaze of the doctor’s icy blue eyes. “Well. Um. I guess you’d call it erectile dysfunction.”

“I am the doctor here, Mr. Affleck. I will ask that you leave the diagnosing to me,” Dr. Patterson said, pulling a small flashlight from the pocket of his white doctor’s coat. “Say ‘ah.’”

Ben obediently opened his mouth, letting his tongue slide from between his full, pink lips. The doctor shone the light in, admiring his pearly white teeth, watching as Ben’s mouth began to water, imagining how warm and wet that mouth would be wrapped around him. He clicked the flashlight off.

“Have you been having difficulty achieving an erection, or maintaining one? Please turn your head to the side.”

“Both,” Ben responded, doing as the doctor asked. “It’s killing me, doc… Can you please just give me some Viagara?”

“Once again,” the doctor said coldly, “I am not some cheap drug pusher. Now, if you would lay back-” Ben did as he was instructed, “and place your feet in those stirrups.”

Ben hesitated for a moment, eyeing the stirrups at the far end of the examination table by his feet. But he did as he was told, placing each ankle in a stirrup, so that his muscular legs were spread wide. The doctor moved silently to his ankles, quickly fastening leather straps around Ben’s legs, securing them with metal buckles.

“Woah! What the fuck is this?” Ben exclaimed, trying to sit up. The motion was clumsy, as the straps held his legs securely in position. He pushed himself up onto his elbows. “Straps?”

The doctor slid two fingers underneath the strap on Ben’s left leg, checking to make sure it was properly tightened. “Yes,” he said calmly. “Straps.” He moved to the right leg, checking that one as well. He let his hand linger for just a brief second on Ben’s ankle. “It’s a requirement of the insurance company, you see. While I can ensure you that this examination will be completely painless, there can be some complications if the patient moves around too much. They might hurt themselves, you see. It’s all very simple, really, just an insurance procedure, nothing to worry about.” He busied himself with talk as he walked to the other side of the examining table, taking one of Ben’s large hands and guiding it above his head as he spoke. Ben was too caught up in the doctor’s rapid-fire explanation to notice as the doctor fastened first his right wrist, then his left, above his head with leather straps, same as his ankles. “This will be over before you know it.”

Ben frowned. “This doesn’t seem right.” He tugged against his bonds, softly at first, then, when he realized that they were holding tight, harder, with growing desperation. “Hey!” He growled. “Let me go! What the fuck is this, some kind of sick game?” He fought hard against the straps binding him feet and ankle, but with his legs in the air, he had little momentum. Dr. Patterson gave a small chuckle, watching him squirm.

“No game, Mr. Affleck. Just good medicine, I promise you.” He offered Ben a warm smile. “This will be quick and painless. You may even enjoy it,” he said with a wink. At this, Ben struggled harder in his bonds. The doctor chuckled. “See, and it is for exactly this reason we must strap you in. You’ll hurt yourself if you continue fighting like that. Be calm.” He placed a hand on Ben’s chest, softly caressing him, then let that hand slide down lower, across his chiseled abs, following the trail of hair down to the shaft of his penis. The doctor took it in his hand gently, studying it with a practiced gaze. “Now, there are several tests that can be performed to diagnose erectile dysfunction. There’s penile biothesiometry… tell me, how does the idea of a small electric shock sound?”

Ben went pale. He swallowed hard.

“No? And not a fan of needles, either, I suppose? We could always inject some fluid and see-”

“No,” Ben cut him off. “Um. What are the other tests?”

Dr. Patterson arched an eyebrow, regarding the movie star coolly. “Are you willing to cooperate, then?”

“Fuck. Fine.”

“That’s good. I detest a difficult patient.” The doctor cupped Ben’s balls with his free hand, feeling the weight of them in his palm. They were huge, begging for a release they hadn’t gotten in ages. Ben let out a soft moan as the doctor handled them. “Now, the most simple test is direct physical stimulation. If you would please, just relax, and allow me to perform the test.”

Ben closed his eyes, lying still in the stirrups finally, willing to do what the doctor said to avoid any worse treatment. He felt the doctor’s hand on his cock, his palms slightly rough from wear. The hand moved up and down the shaft slowly, working Ben’s flaccid cock in gentle, deliberate motions. “It’s not going to work,” Ben said. “If my wife can’t do it, you can’t do it.”

“If you would prefer a different test…”

“No! No. Sorry, doc.” Ben quickly quieted down, letting the doctor work his cock with his hand, methodically working up and down the shaft, up and down. For a moment, Ben’s cock remained soft. But then the doctor suddenly moved his hand to cup the head of Ben’s cock, giving a tug with gentle suction from his palm, and a twinge of electricity shot down Ben’s spine, making his hairs stand on end, his cock start to perk up in response. The doctor’s thin lips curved into a smile as the patient’s cock responded to his touch. He moved his other hand to the shaft, working with both hands as his erection grew, accompanied by soft groans escaping from Ben’s lips.

“Well,” said the doctor. “It would not seem that achieving an erection is your primary difficulty… I didn’t seem to have much trouble at all.” He laughed. “Now let us see how long you can maintain it.”

He continued to run his hand along the length of Ben’s shaft, feeling the thick veins as it engorged with blood at his touch, growing rock hard. Then he moved to position himself between Ben’s legs at the end of the table, grasping his erection with both hands, fingers intertwined as they ran along the sensitive shaft. After a minute of this, a small bead of precum formed on the dark pink cockhead. The doctor licked his lips, eyeing it thirstily, then lowered his head to lick it away with a small flick, just the very tip of his tongue, a barely imperceptible touch that made Ben’s body jerk with pleasure. He let out a low groan.

“Please let me know when you feel you are close to cumming,” The doctor said, continuing to work the cock with seasoned hands. It wasn’t long before Ben let him know: “I’m cumming I’m cumming I’m-”

The doctor quickly removed his hands, taking a step back from the examining table. Ben’s voice caught in his throat. His eyes went wide at the sudden lack of stimulation, and when he found his breath, it was a defeated groan he let out. “Ugh.”

“Very good,” The doctor said, watching the long, throbbing cock in front of him as it twitched, begging for attention. “We need to see, after all, how long you can maintain this erection. It wouldn’t do to have you come, that’s simply not good medicine. Not at all.” He ran one finger along the length of Ben’s shaft, up, then teasingly around the head, then back down again. “But I think you are ready to continue… Would you like to continue?”

“Yes,” Ben said softly, closing his eyes again. “Please.”

“Well. Since you said please.”

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