“And here?” Mahmoudi was suddenly squirming back down between his legs, forcing them apart so that he could stroke his tongue up and down Rayne’s arse crack, tickling the silky smoothness of his young bottom with his moustache as he began to eat the boy’s twitching orifice.
“Jesus!” Rayne exhaled, throwing back his head and panting with need as that fat, wet tongue wriggled and probed at his rear entrance. His ring was fairly elastic after the vigorous internal examination earlier in the morning and it did not take a great deal of effort for the doctor to get inside him and begin to lick out his hole. Rayne’s knees were over his shoulders and Mahmoudi’s face was buried in the boy’s soft white crack as he tongue kissed his patient’s anus long and slow on the examination table.
Rayne sank back and began to pump his cock again. Having his chute tongue fucked never failed to get him off, and it did not fail this time. He squirted long and hard with a throaty growl of approval, dousing his belly with semen. At last he collapsed, loose-limbed and exhausted on the plastic-covered mattress but Doctor Mahmoudi was not done with him yet.
As the boy lay panting and dripping with cum on his table, he took his sample then left the room for a few moments. When he returned there was a knowing smile on his face. Rayne was lying draped across the bed, panting with satisfaction, his eyes closed and his lips parted.
“I’ve just told Daniel and your friend that I’m going to have to keep you here for a little while longer until I’m satisfied with you,” he said heartily. He went to the desk by the examination table and bent over it for a moment rummaging in one of the drawers.
“They’ve gone?” Rayne asked warily, opening his eyes and sitting up at once. He reached without looking for the box of tissues on the desk beside his perch, mopping at the spill on his belly and thighs.
“Yes,” Mahmoudi confirmed in an odd voice. “We are alone together now, Rayne. So you can tell me what it is that you want from me and I will tell you the price it commands.”
He set out a handful of small, white plastic containers from his locked drawer on the edge of the desk. They had medical labels on them and annotations in the doctor’s own hand, which identified their real purpose.
“This one,” he said, tapping a finger against the lid of the vessel on the right, “is pure opium. It comes in from China and Burma, quite rare these days, it generally gets refined down into other narcotic substances before it reaches Europe but there is still a small market for it.”
He shuffled the middle pot to the fore and said; “This is medical grade Ketamine. I try not to prescribe this without a psychological examination first. It can lead to depressive episodes and hallucinations.”
Rayne licked his lips nervously. He knew all about Special K, having experienced a couple of incredible trips on the stuff in London. Only the most adventurous dealers were handling it but it was the stuff of legend among some of clubland’s more hardcore addicts, crossing the boundaries between Junk and LSD. The assertion was that it was not addictive but there had been a rumour that one kid had jumped off the fifth floor of a multi-storey car park in Dulwich during the Spring, high on K and convinced that he was really an angel.
Mahmoudi picked up the third and final container and rolled it between his palms.
“This is Heroin,” he said levelly. “I acquire small amounts for the purposes of extreme pain relief. It is imported for me from Karachi, where some of the finest medical supplies in the world are grown and refined.”
Rayne slid off the table as he was speaking, his eyes on the phail in the Doctor’s hands. He took a deep breath as the older man fell silent.
“What do you want?” Rayne whispered, nodding towards the plastic container reverently. “For the Junk… what do I have to do?”
Mahmoudi smiled knowingly.
“You are a smart boy, Rayne. You know the value of these commodities in your own country I am sure. What price would this fetch, do you think?”
“Depends how much and how you were payin’ for it, I guess,” Rayne said cautiously. He had not taken his eyes off the little pot of Junk.
“And how would you pay me for such a thing?” Mahmoudi probed.
“I’ll have some money, but not for a few days,” Rayne told him, feeling weak at the thought of waiting for so long.
“Oh come now, surely you can do better than that?” the Doctor chided, turning to put the three little containers back in the drawer of his desk. He closed it and turned the key in the lock with a solid click. “You could pay me right now, here in this room, if you wanted to.”
As he turned back to face his patient, Rayne was still gazing hungrily at the drawer behind him. The boy licked his lips again, restless and edgy so close to his heart’s desire.
“What do you want?” he asked atonally, without lifting his gaze.
“You know what I want.” Mahmoudi came to him now, cupping his face and turning those drowning, helpless eyes up to his own. Cherubic lips parted around a little gasp and the Doctor eased the tip of his thumb between them, feeling the boy’s hot tongue flicker across the broad pad. He pushed it in deeper and Rayne’s lips closed around it, sucking on it gently. His small, white teeth closed but did not bite hard on the intrusive digit in his mouth. Even sunburnt it was such a pretty face, Mahmoudi thought, tilting the kid’s head back further and caressing the smoothness of his neck and throat with one hand as Rayne sucked his thumb and fingers. “Kneel down,” he whispered huskily now.
The lad released his thumb and went down slowly, his head still tilted back, looking up at Mahmoudi all the time. His full, pink lips were still lightly parted, glistening wetly as he stared back into the Doctor’s eyes. Then, slowly, his gaze lowered. His eyes were on a level with Doctor Mahmoudi’s stiffening dick and they rested in his crotch now, unblinking and contemplative.
“You know what to do, Rayne,” Mahmoudi urged, stroking his soft black hair encouragingly. “Take it in your mouth.”
Rayne’s lips parted further and he tilted his head to wrap them around the first three inches of his Doctor’s long, brown cock. Softly, with a featherlight touch, he stroked his lips to the tip of Mahmoudi’s throbbing helm, then opened wider and swallowed him in again, repeating the motion, but getting a little more of his companion’s sex into his mouth each time. He closed his eyes and began to work his tongue in slow, sensuous circles up and down the underside of the Doctor’s erect shaft as he nodded his dark head closer and closer to Mahmoudi’s groin.
“Oh you wonderful boy! That’s good!” the Doctor panted, delighted and aroused by the sight and the sensation of Rayne’s hot, wet mouth around his erect penis.
Rayne gulped him down steadily. Those long black lashes fluttered a little but he did not open his eyes as Mahmoudi’s swollen glans touched the back of his throat and forced his jaws wider. He uttered a little groan and gagged slightly, then his lips folded back around the long shaft on his tongue and he began to swallow hard, taking slow breaths through his nostrils. His head was still tilted to one side as he took all of the older man’s erection in his mouth and throat. The outward breath was warm and pleasantly ticklish in the Doctor’s crotch.