Sparta College P2 - Physical Examination
Xiaolong notice the strange device in the center of the room. It looked like a sleek, muscular human figure sculpted in a face-down, all-fours position—smooth, rounded, convincingly anatomical.
by Dustin W
Posted: October 16, 2015, 13:30
“Mmm… Xiaohu… don’t…”
Another weekend had arrived.
Xiaolong had forced himself to stay abstinent for a full week as instructed. Every spare moment his mind replayed—in vivid, torturous detail—every second of what had happened with Xiaohu in the gym that morning.
When he woke up, the sheets were a complete mess.
Shit—today is the check-in day!
He bolted out of bed, raced through a shower and brushing his teeth, gulped down some milk and bread, and hurried to the Sparta Gym School.
Standing right at the entrance was Xiaohu.
Today he wore a tight white tank top and blue jitjistu pants, his hair freshly buzzed short. In the crisp autumn morning sunlight he looked sharp, strong, and almost unfairly handsome.
Xiaolong caught himself staring a little too long.
Xiaohu noticed and spoke first, voice calm but carrying that familiar authority:
“Come with me. We’re going to the infirmary for your physical check and registration.”
This place really was different.
Even the doctor was built like a bodybuilder—white coat stretched over thick pecs that looked ready to rip the fabric apart at any moment, sneakers on his feet, the whole “mad scientist who lifts” vibe.
Still, his tone was perfectly polite.
“Hello. Please fill out the form first.”
Chen Wenlong, 22 years old, graduated from XX University, currently employed at XX, emergency contact XX…
“Good. Now take off all your clothes.”
Xiaolong obeyed without hesitation.
The doctor began calling out measurements in a steady voice while recording them:
“Height 176 cm, weight 64 kg, chest 90 cm, waist 80 cm.”
“Hold onto the back of the chair. Push your hips back.”
Xiaolong did as told.
The doctor snapped on a pair of gloves, placed one large hand firmly on Xiaolong’s lower back to steady him, and without any warning pushed two thick, slick fingers straight inside.
Fuck, his fingers are so big
Before Xiaolong could even finish the thought, the doctor was already rotating them slowly, deliberately, searching—then finding—until he located the sensitive spot and began pressing rhythmic circles against it.
Xiaolong’s cock responded instantly, rising hard and straining upward.
“Rectum: healthy, highly responsive, physiology leans bottom,” the doctor noted matter-of-factly.
Xiaolong felt a small sting of embarrassment at the blunt classification.
The doctor told him to stay in position, then reached back and—without any buildup—snapped the cane across Xiaolong’s cheeks twice in quick succession.
WHAP! WHAP!
“Ow—!”
Xiaolong nearly jumped, but the doctor’s heavy hand kept him pinned in place.
The doctor studied the fresh red lines for a few seconds, then wrote another note:
“Skin thin, pain tolerance: 6/10.”
“Now go lie facedown on that machine over there. Insert your penis into the opening.”
Only then did Xiaolong notice the strange device in the center of the room.
It looked like a sleek, muscular human figure sculpted in a face-down, all-fours position—smooth, rounded, convincingly anatomical.
At the rear was a soft, flesh-toned opening exactly where it would be on a person.
Xiaolong’s face burned.
He’d never seen anything like this. Still, he walked over, hesitated only a second, then carefully guided his neglected, aching erection into the warm silicone sleeve.
The doctor wasted no time.
He quickly secured Xiaolong’s wrists, ankles, and waist to the machine with soft but unyielding straps.
“Wait—wait, what are you—”
The doctor ignored the protest and pressed a button on the control panel.
Instantly the interior warmed, then began a slow, sucking, twisting motion.
“Oh—wait—ohhh…”
The doctor watched the readouts and murmured while writing:
“Length: 16 cm, rigidity: 6/10.”
The rhythm steadily increased—faster suction, tighter rotation.
Xiaolong’s breathing turned ragged; moans spilled out louder and louder.
“Mmm… I’m—gonna come soon—”
The doctor calmly pressed another switch.
The machine froze mid-motion.
Then came a sharp snap—something firm clamped tightly around the base of Xiaolong’s cock.
He looked down and saw a sleek black ring now locked around him, a tiny LED light blinking softly.
“What the hell is this?!”
“It’s similar to a fitness tracker,” the doctor explained casually. “It monitors your heart rate, exertion level, and training intensity. Everyone here wears one.”
Xiaolong suddenly remembered—when Xiaohu had stripped and fucked him senseless that first day, there had definitely been a similar dark ring around the base of Xiaohu’s cock too.
So Xiaohu has one… okay… that’s… fine, I guess.
“We are done here,” the doctor said, releasing the restraints. “Go to the gym now. Your coaches have probably been waiting for you for a while.”
