I can't really find many Scrubs related fan fiction through any search engines. I particularly went looking for Scrubs erotica, which I suppose is a tall order, seeing as the show's only in its second season, right? See, I don't even know anything about Scrubs except that I've seen it about half a dozen times and recognize that it's rife with sexual tension. Seriously, have you noticed that everyone on that show gives everyone else on that show these looks of unadulterated lust? I mean, tonight's episode had that thing at the end with Dr. Cox and J.D.-dear GOD.
The point is that I don't know a lot about the characters, so the Elliot/J.D. relationship in this story is sort of glossed over and manipulated to my purposes. If nothing like that for whatever reason would happen between them, pretend that it can, just so we can get to the juicy parts. Mmmkay? Also, I have no idea what city this takes place in, if it's in a city at all. I should really enlighten myself, huh?
Anyway, I pair Elliot/J.D., Dr. Cox/Elliot, and Dr. Cox/J.D.
<3, Chrys
It was only supposed to be a quickie in the closet. I mean, honestly, Elliot and I haven't done this but once before. It's not like I always ran off to fuck her while I was on duty. But it was only supposed to be a QUICKIE.
But there we were, her panting and wheezing in my ear, the mop stabbing me in the back as she tried to bat it away from our coupling, my dick slamming in and out of her cunt. She wasn't coming, though, which was making me nervous.
Not nervous enough, though, because I shot my load into her a couple seconds later, despite the fact that various janitorial implements were threatening to come between us. Elliot shoved the leaning tower of paper towels back against the shelf beside us, and moaned quite loudly, "Fuck you, I need to come."
"Shh!" I said. "This is right next to the bathroom!"
"Yeah, I've been in there. It's only next to the last fucking stall." We'd stopped our moving and she continued to frig her clit. "No one is going to hear us. Now get that thing back up and FUCK ME."
"It doesn't exactly work like that," I said, angrily. Why did women always have to ruin the afterglow?
"You know I need a big, hard cock in me to come," she said. Then she got that look in her eye. The one she always gets when she's horny and I'm not satisfying her. The one that hints that she's about to do or say something purely evil and uncalled for. "You know you can barely please me when you're hard and your entire dick is in me. How do you expect me to get off when you're all limp and spent?"
Her tactic was working, as she knew it would. There was something about insults that got to me every time. The more they stung, the more arousing they were. The better someone could insult me, the more I was reduced to a sniveling, whimpering puddle of sex whispering, "Fuck me, oh, God, fuck me!" in my head.
There is nothing wrong with my penis, except for the fact that it is unremarkable. For any other woman, it would be fine. But Elliot is a girth queen. She loves to be fucked by incredibly wide implements-a word which generally is the only one that fits. I've yet to see an actual penis outside of porn that would please her to the extent that she wants to be pleased.
"Yes," she moaned into my ear as she scratched her fingers across my back. I was getting hard again. "Let me-" she leaned back and repositioned herself. "You know I like it when you fuck me like that. It feels like you're bigger than you actually are." She smacked my ass and said, "Fuck me!"
And so I did, like any good little boyfriend would. She continued to insult me, telling me that my dick was barely doing the job, but she was " feeling it oh, God, good feeling it "
Elliot is a strange girl. Incredibly sweet and childlike in real life, she's a real bitch in the bedroom. It's good for our relationship, though, since I don't think I could stand someone being too polite in the sack. Interestingly enough, that's why I love it here at this hospital-there are many, many people with no qualms about telling you off in the most painful possible way. Just walking down the hall, I get zingers thrown at me every day. Carla, the janitor, Jordan, Dr. Cox-
"Fuck," I shot my load again just as she came down off her orgasm. "Fuck, fuck, FUCK."
We fell apart and quickly began straightening ourselves. "We were in here for a long time," she said, repositioning her panties and scrubs. "Do you think someone noticed? We *are* on duty."
"I'm sure it will be fine," I said. "You worry too much."
"Am I good?" she asked.
"Yes, am I good?"
She looked me over. "Where were you? Having sex, Dr. Dorian? Wow, I didn't even realize it." She smiled her perky smile, and I turned the handle to the door. "Anyone out there?"
I looked to the left. No one. So far, so good. I looked to my right.
My heart jumped into my throat, then down into my feet, then into my throat again. The room started reeling and I thought I was going to faint.
"What, what is it?" asked Elliot.
"Shhh," I hissed.
There, lounging against the wall next to the closet door, was Dr. Cox.
"Yes, newbie," he said, grinning that indecipherable grin, "Don't move. Maybe he won't see us. Maybe he didn't hear us *fucking* in the closet. Maybe he's a complete moron and doesn't know that we were breaking just about every rule in this hospital." At the word "every," he rolled his eyes up at the ceiling like he does when he's warming up to take a good swing.
We had nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. He'd caught us, and we'd be kicked out for sure. The rest of my life, completely ruined by an incredibly stupid act of indiscretion.
"Elliot," he said. "Get out of my sight. And don't say a word about this to anyone."
Up until that point, Elliot had been hiding behind the door. At that, she said, "Yes, sir," and walked quickly off down the hall with her eyes down.
After she'd passed from his sight, he blinked at me. "You know, it's funny. You were in there, having sex with Elliot, and one of your patients, a Mr. Underwood, I believe, was having a seizure. You. Having sex. Mr. Underwood. Possibly dying."
I was riveted to the spot. This had just gotten more serious. "Did he-is he-can I-"
"Stop talking, newbie," his face got deadly serious. "It's a good thing I was there to sedate him-because minute after minute ticked by and they couldn't find you. Do you know how long a minute is to someone who is having a seizure? Do you know what can happen in that minute?"
Well, yes. I am a pre-med student.
"If anyone found out where you were, if anyone found out that you were not attending to one of my patients that I'd rushed into emergency surgery, if anyone discovered you couldn't keep your dick in your pants when you were on duty at this hospital, you would be thrown out of the medical community."
I nodded. There seemed to be nothing else to do.
"And if anyone found out that I'd lied about your attending one of my patients, I, too, would face the same consequences," he said. "And that will never happen. Do you understand me?"
"Yes, completely." Where was this going?
Dr. Cox didn't speak for a long time. "If you want to practice medicine ever again, I suggest that you be at my apartment at 7 p.m. sharp this evening."
Those words so stunned me that I barely saw him stand up straight, sidestep the closet door, and march down the hall as though nothing had happened.
What the hell had just happened here?
*****
Elliot and I didn't speak for the rest of the day. I went to check on Mr. Underwood directly after the conversation with Dr. Cox. He was stable and sleeping. I had to deflect a few people whose curiosity got the better of them, but mostly I just walked around in a numb cloud. I could barely think about anything but the encounter in the hall with Dr. Cox , except for the school loan bills piling up in my apartment. How ironic: The thousands of hours I put in poring over the human anatomy, and my demise comes from my over-exuberance about the female anatomy.
My shift was over at 5 o'clock. I walked out of the building without saying goodbye to anyone. I knew Turk would wonder about it, but I had to get out of there. The air was stifling me.
I ate alone at a little diner a couple blocks from the hospital. Lukewarm potato-cheese soup and a BLT on sourdough didn't go down very well. But I figured that I should force some food down my throat before I went to-
What on earth was going to happen at Dr. Cox's apartment? I couldn't even begin to imagine. Well, to be honest, I could. His face, his hands, his hair. I could imagine all of it, and it was starting to frighten me. I was a straight man, a very, very straight man who'd just gotten caught having sex with a woman in a broom closet. I was straight. A straight man. Straight.
Time marched on, as time has a tendency to do. I left the diner and took a cab to Dr. Cox's apartment.
I thought about drawing out the whole thing, standing in front of the buzzer and reaching up and then putting my hand down, reaching up and putting my hand down, but it seemed all too clichι. Whatever was going to happen was going to happen regardless of whether I shook and quivered like a frightened little bunny about it. So I did the adult thing and walked boldly up the stairs after he buzzed me into his building.
I raised my hand to knock on the door and it was pulled wide open.
"Newbie," he said. "Come in."
I stood stock-still again, gaping at the sight before me.
Dr. Cox was completely nude. Not a stitch of clothing adorned his body. From his chiseled chest to his flat stomach to his-dear, God, that was the most enormous dick I'd ever seen in my entire life. I couldn't help it, I stared, stared with my mouth hanging wide open. My only baffled thought was, "Elliot would love that thing," before he interrupted with a, "What will the neighbors think? You can look at it once you get inside."
He grabbed my forcefully by the arm and yanked me into the apartment, shutting the door with a slam.
"Now, you listen here," he said, the cat-got-the-canary smile gone. "You are going to do exactly what I tell you to do, exactly. Do you have that? And if you don't, I swear to God that I will make your existence at the hospital a living hell."
I'm not sure if it was the strangeness of the situation or if I was just in clinical shock from all that had befallen me today, but I blurted, "You already make my life a living hell, don't you, Dr. Cox? You love harassing me, love making fun of me, love insulting my medical judgments."
That was definitely the wrong thing to say. I've never seen rage come over that man's face before, but I'm pretty sure that's what came over his face then.
"I'm not talking about the little flirting game we've got going on there," he said. "You know, where I cut you down to size and you cream your jeans because you love the way the insults burn on the way down. I mean that I have the capability to make your life a totally unsexy living hell."
To punctuate his point, or perhaps just to throw me off, he leaned down and roughly kissed me, using his tongue to, yes, that was it, punctuate his point. My knees buckled.
He caught me and stood me back up. "My name is Perry. Call me Perry."
He turned and walked towards the bedroom, nearly leaving me to collapse on the floor.
"Take off all of your clothing. I want you naked in thirty seconds."
I've never moved faster in my life. My heart was pounding into my chest. I was still telling myself that I was a straight-as-an-arrow man, but as my dick very adamantly disagreed when it sprang happily from my jeans, hard as a rock. Little did I know that I was not to have relief for a long time that evening, or perhaps I would have tried to control the guy a little better.
I thought about asking Perry what to do with my clothing, but I had a feeling he was in an unpredictable enough mood that he might throw them out the window. And then I'd have to walk home naked. And it was cold out tonight. I left them in a heap by the door.
Perry was sitting on the bed when I got into the room. "Never been with a man before, have we, little girl?"
I shook my head.
"Good," he said gruffly. "Come here."
I walked to the bed and he looked up into my eyes, tormenting me with that smirk he would perpetually wear for the rest of the evening. With a long, drawn out motion slower than any I've ever witnessed another human being use, he moved his hands from his sides, up, up, up to hover next to my thighs. He brushed a finger over my ass lightly, which made my entire body shiver uncontrollably.
He seemed to revel in it, taking in every bit of my body. As the shiver died down, his eyes roved over my chest, to my stomach, to my dick, to my legs, and then back up again. I'd never felt so scrutinized in my life. The path his eyes took was almost a physical caress and I shuddered again.
He clamped both hands onto my ass, kneading and playing. He looked me straight in the eyes again, and said, "Tell me how much you like that, newbie."
I couldn't. I just couldn't. This was all too new to me, too frightening, too-
"Yes," he laughed. "Tell me. *Tell me*."
I shook my head almost imperceptibly, and tried backing away. His hands firmly pulled me in the opposite direction, towards the bed, toward him. He lifted me up, and my knees buckled. He pulled me close, resting my knees on the bed beside him so I was straddling his lap. We scooted backwards, my will overcome by the hypnotic way his eyes reeled me in.
I gasped as his dick barely brushed mine as he seated me on his legs. I closed my eyes, overwhelmed by the sensations. I opened them, to see he was inches from my face and closing.
I lost myself in the world that was Perry's mouth. His tongue was moist and hard, so much like a girl's and yet with a texture all its own. I kissed him back, gently probing the tip of his tongue with the tip of my tongue. I realized I was moaning quietly and his tongue became more aggressive.
The kiss lasted for what seemed like days. He completely ravished me with his lips and tongue. I was quivering again, quivering in his arms, and still he didn't let up. On and on it went, gentle and slow for a moment, then hard and fast.
Then he pulled away.
"Did you like that, newbie?" His eyes glittered again. "Tell me."
I sighed.
"With words. In English," he insisted.
"I-I-"
"I-I-" he mocked. "Don't make me spank you this early in our relationship." What? "Tell me."
"I liked it." I swallowed the words hard and continued to taste his saliva in my mouth.
"Good. That's all you're going to get for now. It's almost 7:30."
Abruptly, he shoved me off of him. I sat on the bed, once again stunned. I was beginning to get used to it as a condition of the whole experience.
He strode across the room and pulled out on the closet door. It folded to reveal that the entire inside was completely bare. "Come get in the closet," he said.
I stared.
"You'll be comfortable there. It's where you've been for all of your life. You'll find this one to your liking." He reached up to the shelf and pulled down a pair of handcuffs.
"You've got to be kidding me," I managed to gasp out.
"Don't make me put you kicking and screaming in there," he warned.
Surprisingly enough, I felt my legs gather themselves under me and walk, slightly painfully due to my erection, across the room.
Perry hooked the handcuffs around the bar, and I knew what I was supposed to do. I stood there, listening to the *snick* of one handcuff. I let him turn my body around so I was facing the open door and the rest of the room, then let my other arm be lifted. *Snick* went the other handcuff. I was secure.
"Oh, one more thing, before I forget," he said. A strip of duct tape appeared in his hand and before I could protest, my mouth was completely covered.
"Mmm mmm mmm mm?" I asked.
"You'll see, newbie," he said. "I have something fun in store for the evening."
The buzzer rang.
"Be very, very quiet. You wouldn't want anyone to know that you're here, naked in this closet, having just been trading saliva with a-gasp-man, would you?" He shut one side of the closet door. "I'd kiss you again, but you know. The duct tape thing." The other side began to slide shut, too. "I'll leave the door open a little, so that you can see. Just don't make any noises. Tata." The door slide almost all the way shut. I could see out a crack.
I watched as his chiseled, naked ass found its way across the room. I gaped until he disappeared out of sight through the bedroom door, then moaned loudly against my will. The whole situation was very taxing. I wondered what was to come next.
*****
I wasn't to wait very long. A few minutes later, I could hear Perry say the name, "Elliot."
So this is what he had in mind. Well, ok, I still didn't know what it was, but now I knew it involved Elliot. All right, so that was completely obvious by the fact that she showed up, but at least some puzzle pieces were recognizable to me, if not falling into place.
I strained to hear their conversation, but there seemed to be none. I couldn't tell what they were doing in there. Looking at each other? Was Elliot even in the apartment.
"Take off all of your clothes," said Perry.
A couple second later, he appeared at the doorway. He winked in the general direction of the closet, put his index finger to his lips in the universal "shh!" sign, and turned to the door. Elliot walked through, buck naked.
"You know, this is illegal, what you're doing. What, are you going to rape me?"
It was then that I noticed Perry's completely lack of nakedness. Where there had one been enormous dick and gorgeous pectorals, there was incredibly large fluffy robe, hiding the generous assets underneath.
"No, dear, I'm not going to rape you," he said. "In fact, if you don't want to have sex, then we don't have to have sex-"
"Good," she started, as though to go on one of her famous rants, "because-"
He covered her mouth with one hand, but kept the other hovering over the incredible tent in his robe. I wasn't sure how Elliot missed that, but she never was very observant. Perhaps she was overwhelmed with how naked she was standing next to one of her coworkers who could possibly ruin her entire life by dropping a hint or two to the right people.
"Just hear me out," he said. "I think I can make a very good case for fucking me."
"I doubt it "
The stutter at the end came because Perry removed his robe and let it drop to the floor. Elliot's eyes grew larger and larger as she took in the sheer enormity of the cock in front of her.
"That thing is gargantuan," she managed to mumble.
"I knew you'd see things my way," he said, smirking once again in the direction of the closet. Since he'd heard us having sex, he had to have heard our verbal exchange as well. So that's what all this was about. Insulting my penis size by deep dicking my girlfriend. Well, it's a good thing I knew now how the game was going to be played.
She was still staring at it, the dirty little slut. He'd already told her that she could get off scot-free without having to fuck him, and yet she'd conveniently forgotten that I even existed because he was a little bit wider than me. OK, a lot wider. OK, a lot fucking wider than I'd ever seen any man be in my entire life.
She had a dildo that size, too. It was titled something clever like, "Mr. Big Dong" or something like that, I don't know. We'd had a discussion about it-she liked to use them by herself, but I begged and pleaded and she once decided to allow me to use it on her.
It was absolutely amazing. That the thing fit into her first of all astounded me. I watched her cunt lips spread and spread and spread to take the entire width of that thing in there. Its simple entrance into her elicited guttural groans and squeaky noises I'd never heard come out of her. Not very long after I began fucking it in and out of her, she came, harder than I'd ever seen a girl come. Her eyes rolled back into her head and she shook and shivered, rolling from one orgasm to the next. The whole display made me painfully hard and it only took a couple jerks of my hand before I was spraying my jizz all over the inside of her thigh.
But back to the present moment-there she was, the dirty little slut, staring at Perry's dick.
She dropped to her knees and began what looked like worship. The only look I'd ever seen more reverent had occurred back when she dragged me to church with her mother because some kid she was treating at the hospital called her evil.
Elliot's tongue worked Perry's dick like it had worked mine so many times before. I watched her try to get her mouth around that thing and had to look away. That was the biggest insult I'd ever been delivered by her-though she says she likes a big cock, deep down I always thought she was just insulting mine because she knew it got me off. Turns out she wasn't-Perry's really was better to her.
My dick was really aching now. The sight of naked Elliot tonguing my newfound object of attraction touched a lust chord deep inside of me. I wanted I wanted I didn't know what I wanted, but I knew it wasn't to be stuck in the closet watching it all.
"I want you to do me a favor," Perry said, after a couple minutes of her ministrations.
"Yes, what, yes?" she said, looking languidly up from what she was doing.
"Sit back. If you allow me this little indiscretion, I will fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life. And you want me to fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life, don't you?" Perry looked down at her.
"Yes, more than anything," she said.
"You've been dreaming about a guy like me for years, haven't you?" he said again, glancing at the closet.
"Yes," she said. "More than anything."
"Isn't it amazing where we find the most unexpected surprises?" he said.
"I always thought you were hot," she conceded, "but I never knew "
"Sit back on your heels. I'm going to piss on you, and then you're going to go clean yourself off, and then I'm going to fuck you like you've never been fucked in your life."
I was astounded. Did he just say ?
Elliot obeyed. She stared up at him, once again more reverently than I thought I'd ever see her look. I wanted to burst out of the closet, run across the room, and slap the bitch across the face. My dick ached.
I noticed that she was kneeling on a towel, as Perry grasped his penis and aimed it at her breasts. I saw him relax, relax more, close his eyes, and a tiny trickle began to flow from his dick down to the floor. Harder, then, and it was hitting Elliot. I saw her shift a bit, but her eyes never left Perry's. When he opened his and surveyed the scene before him, he smiled.
"It's interesting," he said. "Men who are attracted to other men but who don't admit it have a hard time. I mean, women don't have to deal with comparing clitorises, but men stand next to each other at urinals every day. If the only time you get to look at another man's cock is when there's piss flowing from it, you begin to associate pissing with sex. It arouses you."
Oh. He's talking about me again. Then again, it seems that he's always talking about me.
And he was right. I watched him relieve himself on Elliot and it was torture. I wanted to rattle and bang the handcuffs around, scream and shout, jerk myself off, do something to resolve the pressure in my balls. I wanted to stop watching, but I couldn't because it was so hot, so hot.
He had a lot of urine, apparently, all stored up for this very reason. It just kept coming. He moved his dick side to side, pissing on one breast and then another. Eventually, the stream began to lessen, and then subside. Finally, there was nothing. Elliot hadn't moved.
"Take that towel into the bathroom. Put it in the shower. There is soap in there. Come back when you don't smell like my urine."
Not saying a word, Elliot obeyed.
When she was gone, Perry strode to the closet. I heard the shower start in the room down the hall. In one swift motion, he kicked the door open and then ripped the duct tape off my mouth.
"Owwwww!" I shouted.
"Be QUIET," he said. "I don't want her to know you're here until she sees that you're here. All in good time."
With that, he roughly kissed me again, which smarted because of the tape burn he'd given me. I continued shifting uncomfortably, as I had been for the past fifteen minutes.
"Oh, newbie," he said, pulling away. "Is your dick bothering you?"
"Yes," I said, a little angrily. "It is, actually."
"I'm sorry," he said. "We'll have to take care of that, oh, I don't know. Later. Much later."
"But I-"
"Beg," he said. "And I might jerk you off."
I wasn't sure if it was to that point yet. It was painful, yes. As long as I didn't think about his pissing on Elliot-"Fuck," I moaned-or the way she completely forgot about me when she saw how big his dick was-"*Fuck*," I moaned-or the way Perry's tongue felt in my mouth-
"Please," I said. "Please, please, help me. I'm so hard, so hard, I need Please, Perry, please "
I heard the bathroom door open.
"Oh! Your girlfriend is coming back," said Perry. "Now it's time for me to fuck her while you watch and agonize over my beautiful ass." To punctuate, he slapped turned it toward me and slapped it, and I rolled my eyes back into my head. I wasn't sure if that was voluntary or not.
"Please?" I whispered. "My dick?"
He kissed me again, then walked to the door.
"Elliot!" he said. "Look who decided to join us."
She turned to follow his gaze and saw me strung up there, naked and hard, panting in the closet.
"Oh, God," she said. "Oh, God, did you ?"
"Nonsense," said Perry. "He's been enjoying the show all along. And if he ever wants relief from that raging erection he has, he'll tell you how much he wants to watch me fuck you with the cock you've always dreamed about."
"I don't know about this anymore," said Elliot. "I just-"
I could only stare at her, not saying a word.
Perry pulled her close to him and kissed her. She didn't respond.
"I don't think Newbie heard what I said. If he doesn't want things to get even worse for him, he'll tell you how much he wants to see my throbbing cock inside your stretched out cunt." Perry looked at me.
"Fuck her," I said. "I want you to fuck her." This was self-preservation here. It didn't matter what I really wanted. What I really wanted was to come hard and long in Perry's gorgeous mouth. And the more I cooperated, the more I would get closer to that. There was only one thing on my mind right now-the pain my dick was feeling. "Please, Elliot, do it. I want to see him fuck you, please."
Elliot looked at me, pleadingly. "Wait, are you in on all of this?"
"Fucking *hell*, Elliot, I'm handcuffed in a closet. Yes, I planned all of this."
Perry seemed to find the entire exchange extraordinarily amusing. "Whenever you two lovers get done having your spat, Elliot need to lie on the floor so I can give her the best orgasm of her life."
"You're an ass, Perry," Elliot said, and then, "Where do you want to do this at?"
That was it, another nail in the coffin. I rattled my handcuffs feebly in an attempt to express what I was feeling. It didn't really work, because Perry was busy positioning them so that Elliot was lying feet towards me, head towards the door. Perry pulled the door open so that the mirror on it was right above Elliot's head. He smiled sardonically one more time and climbed on top of her. I could see the point of the door now-he was looking at me in it, his eyes roving up and down my body. I could see myself as well as his face. I looked like a desperate, desperate man. I wondered if I could bring myself to orgasm all over his tight ass with no physical contact as he positioned himself above Elliot, and I realized that I needed a touch, a small touch to accomplish that. That, obviously, was not forthcoming and I moaned.
Perry grinned.
He kept his shoulders out of the way so that I could see the look on Elliot's face-as if I needed to. I could see front and center what was going on. He was pressing himself into her, and her mouth gaped open as she squeezed his back. "Good, so good," she said quietly with her eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck me, Dr. Cox."
He laughed at that, since neither of us had been calling him that since the beginning of the evening. "Is that good, Elliot?"
"Yes, yes, *yes*," she gasped, as he worked into a rhythm.
She writhed underneath him, moving her body in a slightly frenzied rhythm to match his.
Perry never took his eyes away from me. He continued to stare directly into my eyes, grinning the whole time. "Just so everyone knows," he said, "I'm not going to come inside your girlfriend."
"Ugggghhh," she moaned, completely oblivious to whatever he was saying.
"I'm going to come inside of you, J.D."
The was the first time he'd used my name. He punctuated it with two short thrusts into her, which she responded to by squawking. It felt so intimate, the use of my real name, and he whispered, "Everything I did tonight was to make you squirm. She's just a pawn."
A very willing one at that. It was hurting me, seeing her in ecstasy underneath Perry. He knew it, too, and was taking pleasure in every moment of my agony. It wasn't so much that I wanted Elliot. Though I am still a woman man, I am very obviously a man man as well. Though I would still fuck Elliot if given the opportunity, Perry was making me melt. His body, his ass, his balls, all of that was within my sight, and I wanted him to pleasure me, not Elliot.
Instead, I watched as he fucked Elliot, who was completely incoherent. She couldn't even get out a "so good," which she usually manages to do even in our most heated fuck-fests.
"She's going to come, J.D.," he breathed. "Watch her face."
I did. She was rolling into her orgasm, then, and her face screwed up. He continued his rhythm, not letting up one bit, as she relaxed and then rolled into her next. Her whole body was spasming and she was making the most animal noises I'd ever heard her make. She shook and shivered and moaned, and then seized up again. He was making her come like she'd never come before-at least he was true to her word.
It went on and on. "Look at her," he said. "Look at how badly she's wanted this. And you couldn't give it to her."
Every part of my body was beginning to ache. My arms were getting cramped, my legs were getting cramped, and my dick had been hard for so long I don't think I remembered what it felt like to not feel the need for release.
And still Elliot was coming, although she was relaxing now, relaxing and then tightening up, and then finally, she relaxed. Perry stopped fucking her and pulled out.
She laid on the floor, not moving, breathing heavily. Perry stood up and turned to me. I watched as her eyes fluttered but stayed closed and her legs shifted but continued to gape apart still. He reached behind me, pulled down the handcuff key and unlocked one arm.
I wasn't sure what I was going to do, but I made a grab for my cock. Perry caught me, saying, "No, you don't," and roughly handcuffed my hands behind me.
"Now it's my turn to get off," he said.
"Fuck you. You could have come in Elliot if you wanted. Please, Perry, please let me get off. I just need release "
Perry was bending me over, spreading my legs, careful not to touch my balls or my dick. "I'm going to fuck your virginal asshole," he said in a matter-of-fact voice, staring at me in the mirror. "Because I don't give a shit about your dick. I want to see you impaled upon my penis. That is the hottest thing I can imagine right now, and *I* need to get off just as badly as you."
With that, he began the process of inserting himself inside of me.
All I remember of those first few minutes was searing, throbbing pain. His dick was lubed up completely from Elliot's wetness, and so he simply began to work it inside of me.
"Too big," I cried as tears ran down my face, but he was merciless.
"I won't break you," he said. "I'll just injure you a little. Your tears make me even hotter."
And they came more copiously-perhaps because he was reaming me from behind or because I wanted to pleasure him. Either way, he was buried up in my bowels, and said, "Now I'm going to fuck you, like I've wanted to fuck you ever since you waltzed your pansy ass into my hospital all those months ago. Every time I see your fine ass in the hallway, I want to go into the bathroom and spank it until I come, moaning your name as I imagine coming inside your hot little body. Imagine my surprise when I heard you moaning and groaning just a few inches through the wall. And of course, I knew then it was my opportunity to actually get inside your pants. Little did I know how big of a pansy you were. You love this, don't you, J.D.?"
"Yes," I managed to gasp.
"Tell me how much you love me fucking you from behind."
"Dr. Cox," I said, "I love you fucking me from behind. I've wanted you since the day I saw you."
Elliot made a mewling noise and shifted, but continued to lie with eyes closed on the floor right in front of us.
It started again, the pain, as I watched our bodies writhe together in the mirror. My arms ached again from being held handcuffed behind me. My dick ached, and I begged him to touch it. "Please, please, Perry, please," but he refused.
"It's all part of the cruel, cruel game I'm playing," he grinned as the pain subsided to pressure and more agonizing arousal. "Oh, this is so good."
And he fucked me, and fucked me, and fucked me. I was actually surprised at how long he hung on for-he'd shown stamina with Elliot, but I doubted she aroused him at all. He was simply giving her a service as a way to get to me. Get to me and cause this painful, painful ache in my dick.
"Oh, J.D.," he moaned, his movements becoming more frantic. "Oh, fuck, J.D." His hips began moving erratically and he thrust once, twice, and once more. I stared at his face as he came. His head was thrown back and his groans came from deep in his throat.
And then, Elliot awoke from her orgasm-induced stupor just long enough to take stock of the situation. Then, God bless her, she sat up gently, opened her mouth, and took my entire length into her throat.
My orgasm was for Perry, though, and it ravaged my body. His hands supported me by grasping my chest and pulling me to him. I came harder and harder as Elliot swallowed my come, gulping heavily every second or so. Perry whispered in my ear, "You're so fucking sexy," as I spent my last spurt and collapsed against his chest. His dick was still buried in me and I didn't want to move for fear it was all a dream.
"God," I said. "God."
He pulled out and then gently led me to the bed. He laid me down face down and said, "You're going to walk funny for a couple days."
He pulled Elliot up and laid her down next to me. "You, too, girlie," he said. I think she probably smiled, but I couldn't see her.
I was asleep within five minutes, and when I woke up, Perry was lying between us. The apartment was dark, and everything was cold and quiet, though he'd found a blanket to throw over us.
In the darkness, he shifted, making a little snoring noise, and rolled over against me. His hand found its way around my shoulders, and he buried his head against my neck. I sighed, and closed my eyes again.