Zac  woke  up,  got  out  of  his bed, and checked his iPod. It made a
ringing  chime  as a notification popped up. 3:00 DOCTOR’S APPOINTMENT
it read, as Zac went into to his bathroom prepping for the day. It was
his  birthday,  October  18,  and  he  went  down  to his local Sunset
Boulevard  Starbucks.  He  walked,  signed a few autographs, posed for
some  pictures,  got  his coffee, and got back into his 07 Audi A8 and
drove off.
After  his  lunch with fellow celebrity singer Taylor Swift, Zac drove
to  the  doctor’s  office. He signed his named on the waiting list and
sat  down  waiting.  After five minutes or so, the nurse called Zac to
the  back.  She  did  the  standard  procedures  (taking  pulse, blood
pressure,  weight  and  height,  etc.) and told him the doctor will be
right in as she left the room.
“Good  afternoon  Mister….oh Efron! How are you today? I see that it
is  your  birthday.” The doctor said. “Who’re you?” Zac asked a little
confused. Â “Oh, right. I’m Dr. Cong. I’ll be your doctor now since Dr.
Campbell  got relocated.” Dr. Cong said. Zac was a little nervous, but
he  could  tell  that  he  could trust his new doctor. Dr. Cong was 30
years  old,  6  feet  tall, and 162lbs. He’s Asian, therefore has dark
brown  eyes, not-too-poufy jet black hair, normal looking glasses, and
fairly  tanned.  “It’s  not  often  I  get to work on a celebrity, you
know?” Dr. Cong says as he’s prepping up for the routinely checkup.
“Well I just need a quick checkup for the year and all, doc.” Zac says
nonchalantly.  “Let’  begin  now  Zac.  I’ll  need you to take of your
clothes,  if  you don’t mind?” “Not at all.” Zac answered as he begins
taking  shoes and socks off. He then grabs his shirt and pulls it off,
the soft end ever so slowly rising upwards. He hops off the exam table
and  unbuckles  his  belt. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down.
There, Zac Efron is, standing in nothing but his tidy whiteys.
“You  know,  must  men choose to wear boxer, such as myself.” Dr. Cong
says, obviously looking at Zac’s package. “Yeah, well girls find these
sexier.”  Zac  explains  as  he blushes a little bit. “Man this doc is
weird.  God  I  just  want  this  to end.” Zac thinks, as he takes his
underwear off.
“I  see  your  body  hair  is valued by you?” Dr. Cong says looking at
Zac’s  body  from  every  angle. “Yeah, well it’s just something I got
into.” Â Zac states. “Okay then. Here, I’ll need you to take this.” Dr.
Cong  says  hand Zac a Dixie cup of a pinkish liquid. “It’s a medicine
for  the  physical  routine.  It’s required now.” Dr. Cong states. Zac
takes the cup and drinks it down. “My muscles are tensing!” Zac begins
to  groan.  He  clenches his stomach and nearly loses his balance. “Of
course  they  are!  The medicine I gave you my latest creation. It’s a
pacifying stimulant! I call it the Bitchafier!” Dr. Cong exclaims.
He quickly locks the door and pushes a green button that sound -proofs
the  room.  “You’re  my  sex  slave  now.  I’ve been planning this for
months.  I  get  the  greatest  pleasure  of  turning  a celebrity who
everyone thinks is gay into my own personal bitch.” Dr. Cong continues
explaining.  He  gets  being  Zac  and grabs him in a bear hug, softly
caressing his nipples.
“You’ll  learn to love the pleasure of pain my boy!” Dr. Cong whispers
in  Zac’s  ear.  He licks them and then playfully nibbles on them. Zac
melts in his arm. He’s unable to resist due to the medicine’s effects.
Dr. Â Cong places him on the exam table, facing toward the ceiling, and
straps  him in the stirrups. “Are ready for some fun?!” Dr. Cong coyly
says, walking out of the room toward his office.
When  Dr.  Cong  returned he had a box filled with special “tools”. In
the box were stimulating electrodes, a milking machine, and the “Egg.”
“These  will help you get started Mr. Efron, for you see you aren’t my
first  victim.”  Dr.  Cong  says  coyly. “Get me the fuck out of here!
Someone help me! HELP ME!” Zac screams. “Oh yes! Scream louder. I love
it when they scream.” Dr. Cong says, reaching for the electrodes.
There were three types of electrodes: the patch kind like at a regular
doctor,  some  clamps, and one probe-like urethra electrode. The “Egg”
is an egg-shape electrode that is 6 inches from right to left, and its
height  is  10 inches. He places the patches on Zac’s abs, biceps, and
the  soles  of  his  feet.  He  puts the clamps on his nipples and his
balls.
He  finally  places  the  urethra probe and then the last clamp on his
cockhead.  Zac  is  morally horrified at how his cock looks. “God that
hurts!  Take  it  out!” he screams. Dr. Cong then grabs the milker and
places  over Zac’s cock. “Don’t worry, you’ll be begging for more soon
enough” he says.
Dr.  Cong  walks  to the control box. He starts up the electrodes at a
level 5 shock. Zac begins moaning. His nipples harden, his balls begin
churning, Â and he can feel a tingle in his cock. After five minutes of
this, Â the doctor raises the shock level up to 8. Zac immediately goes
from  pleasure  to pain. His cock feels like it’s being split into two
by  the  urethra probe. The head feels like ants are trying to bite it
off.  The  milker goes into double-time, giving Zac only the slightest
amount  of pleasure in his pain-induced state. Dr. Cong then takes his
time lubing up the “Egg”.
He  uses  a  pink  lube  filled with microscopic beads that double the
intensity  of  any  nerves it touches. Kneeling right below Zac’s ass,
the  doctor begins to slowly place the “Egg” in Zac’s ass. Zac screams
to take it out but he doctor just keeps pushing it further in his ass.
Once  fully  in,  he  pushes the button to turn it on. Zac goes into a
state  of  pure  bliss. The “Egg” vibrates and shocks his tight little
ass. Â The doctor takes the milker off, and starts to jack Zac off. Zac
can  feel  the urethra probe wiggle in his cock when he jacks him off.
“Oh God doc I’m gonna shoot my load!” Zac moans in ecstasy.
The  doctor immediately pushes the button on the “Egg” to turn it off.
“Hey wh-why d-d-did you turn it of-f-f-ff!” Zac whimpers. “I can’t let
you  have any fun baby!” the doctor says. He cranks up the shock level
to the max, 10. Zac begins to sob in pain, he can’t take any more. His
cock  feels  like  it’s being burnt off. After five minutes the doctor
shut  off  the  shock-electrodes.  He takes all of them off except the
urethra  probe.  He  playfully  tugs on the probe. he slides in in and
(almost) out of Zac’s cock.
“OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH Â AAAAAHHHHH Â YEAH OH!” Zac moans. The doctor
the  yanks  out  the  probe,  causing a slight friction in Zac’s dick.
“OOOOOHHHHH!” Zac screams. The doctor then put a cock-ring on him, and
then  sticks  the  “Egg”  back  in his ass and turns it on. Zac begins
moaning  and  groaning,  unable  to burst his load and being forced to
feel his ass being tormented by the pleasuring vibration from the HUGE
invader. Â The doctor leaves the room and chuckles to himself thinking,
“Tomorrow should be interesting.”
