A Boy Who Came In from the Cold Ch. 08

“Can’t I do it back on the boat and bring it over later?” Rayne suggested with a grimace.

“The test will be more efficient if your ejaculate is still hot and fresh, Rayne,” Mahmoudi said persuasively. “There is no need to be ashamed. I have helped many young men to masturbate themselves to orgasm in this room. You will not be the first to pull yourself off in front of me.”

Rayne shrugged awkwardly.

“I suppose…”

“You are about to allow Daniel Leland to photograph you performing indecent acts with other men,” Mahmoudi elaborated. “As a rent boy you presumably permitted men to fuck and masturbate you in public places. This should be quite simple for you. If your bladder is full maybe it would be easier to urinate first.”

“I guess…” Rayne looked at him helplessly. “Where do I do it?”

“Come over to the sluice,” Mahmoudi beckoned and the boy slipped off the table and followed him to the low basin set under the opaque panelled window in the far wall. He unwrapped a sterile beaker and came to stand a little behind his patient now. Leaning forward he turned on the cold tap and a gush of rusty looking water spurted into the sluice. At once Rayne felt the urge to piss but Mahmoudi’s hand began to stroke his cock again. With the other hand he held the beaker so that Rayne’s bell end was inside the neck of the vessel. “Relax,” he whispered in the boy’s ear, his fingers supporting Rayne’s half-hard dick. “Relax and obey your body’s need to pass water. Let your urine flow into the glass. You know that you are aching to piss, Rayne. Don’t hold back.”

“I can’t,” the boy whispered, feeling his pelvis clench, even though the sound of trickling water was pure agony. “I can’t do it while you’re touching me.”

“I will just hold the glass then,” Mahmoudi promised, releasing his cock. He moved to kneel by Rayne’s side and held the beaker under his patient’s long, heavy penis. When Rayne still could not pee he cupped a handful of cold water and poured it slowly over the boy’s cock. He kept on doing this until Rayne’s cheeks flushed scarlet and he lost control of his bladder. The young man moaned quietly and pissed until the beaker was brimming with his dark, golden urine then carried on, splashing his water into the sluice as Mahmoudi watched with a knowing smile.

“I love to watch boys urinating,” he said when Rayne had shaken off the final droplets and was panting with relief. “You have a very sexy young cock, Mr. Wilde. If you would like to spread yourself on my desk now it would give me enormous pleasure to watch you bringing yourself to a climax.”

“Do you ‘have’ to watch?” Rayne asked with a shake of his head.

“No, but you might humour me in my old age,” Mahmoudi smiled at him broadly. “You are a very attractive boy. I rarely get the opportunity to observe a beautiful young lad making himself cum these days. Mrs Mahmoudi disapproves of such things.”

“You’re a dirty old man,” the boy said, surveying him through narrowed eyelids as if the thought had only just occurred to him.

“I treat a lot of Daniel’s young actors,” Mahmoudi told him, apparently not offended by this. He stretched out the word ‘actors’ by inserting a pause between the syllables as if to demonstrate that he did not regard what Dan Leland’s boys did as ‘acting’. “The general understanding is that he pays me by allowing me to take my pleasure with the boys I find arousing. Did he not mention this to you?”

“No,” Rayne said, more defensively. “He didn’t.”

“Well, I’m sure you can check it out with him later. He’s a busy man and so am I, I expect he forgot to mention it,” Mahmoudi stroked his cheek and the side of his neck with a long-fingered hand. “I will use a condom until I know for sure that you are clean. There is no need to be concerned on that score.”

“I’m not.” Rayne answered curtly. “I… I can get myself off without help.”

“Well then…” Mahmoudi gestured towards the examining table once more. “Maybe you would be more comfortable lying down, Rayne.”

Rayne boosted himself onto the examining table again and lay down a little nervously. He reached down and began to fist his cock steadily until it rose to full hardness in his hand. It took a little while. In spite of the doctor’s reasoning he still felt quite awkward playing with himself like this. “Do you have something for me to… shoot into?” he panted at last.

“Just pump it onto your belly. I will take a sample when you have satisfied your needs.” Doctor Mahmoudi stood by the table and watched him stroking his penis. Rayne was very conscious of how close he was. Mahmoudi had a good sized prick, long and rippled, the colour of milk chocolate except for the circumcised head which was like a freshly washed plum protruding from his heavily veined shaft. A jewel of semen glittered in the deep slit of his helm. Rayne closed his eyes and fisted himself harder and more urgently, to no avail.

“Would it help you to reach orgasm if I were to mount and enter you?” the doctor ventured eagerly, moving closer to him. “Maybe if you surrender yourself to another it will bring you to a speedier climax. My penis has satisfied a number of Daniel’s young gentlemen. I have received no complaints from them in that respect.”

“Keep your fucking hands off me!” Rayne exhaled, pumping his cock harder. It was no use though, he could not cum whilst this horny stranger was hovering greedily waiting to see him spurt. He pumped away at his prick until it felt raw and sore and his hands both ached but to no avail He could not reach a climax.

This privately dismayed Rayne, he was about to appear in a porn movie and he could not even jerk himself off. At last, even Doctor Mahmoudi took pity on him.

“Stop,” he commanded, catching Rayne by the wrist and pulling his hand away from his sore, swollen penis. “This is not productive.”

“No.” Rayne blushed a little. He sat up with some difficulty and Doctor Mahmoudi bent over his crotch then took his hot, painful cock carefully into his mouth, sucking on it gently. Rayne leaned back on his elbows with a little whimper of mingled discomfort and relief as the doctor’s tongue caressed his hard-on, licking and flicking over his rod as his lips stroked up and down the sensitive shaft and warm fingers tickled his balls.

“Mmmhhhh…” Rayne moaned hoarsely as Doctor Mahmoudi kissed his way to the base of his prick and began to lick and suck on his bollocks. He let the older man spread his legs, kissing and tonguing his groin and scrotum then swallowing his balls one at a time.

“You are such a sexy little boy,” Mahmoudi whispered to him as he was kissing and licking Rayne’s oozing prick again. “Where does a man’s lapping tongue give you the most intense pleasure my young friend?”

“Aaaahhhhh…” Rayne squirmed as he was teased gently. “Ohhhh…. Christ! My nipples… and… and my arsehole!”

“You like to be sucked and licked here?” Mahmoudi gripped his thighs and pulled him to the edge of the table where he began to suck Rayne’s tiny, dark teats hungrily whilst stroking the boy’s balls.

“Mmmhhhhh… Ohhhhhhh… Yeah!” The boy surged against him, quivering at the wet, pleasurable sensations that flowed from his chest, down into his groin. His doctor teased him with the rough, wet surface of his tongue, licking his bare torso and occasionally biting his nipples as they writhed on the narrow mattress together.

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