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“Dennis?”
He forced himself to speak, his voice bordering on a whine. “Sorry- I-” He pulled his hand away, horrified at himself. He had to stop this. He attempted to level his breathing, his heart hammering against his ribs.
“Oh, I see what’s happening,” Robby’s voice dropped, the words a low, knowing murmur. He scoffs out a small laugh. “Poor boy.”
That had to be intentional. The phrase went straight to Dennis’s dick, a hot, jarring pulse of arousal. The voice was no longer just concerned; it was taunting.
“Continue.”
“Yes, I’m sorry, I’m fine, I-”
“No,” Robby cut him off. “Continue touching yourself, kid.” He commands.
tldr; Dennis gets drunk at the bar and hits up his bootycall. Or does he.
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17 Dec 2025
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"Whitaker!" Robby barked, snapping Dennis to attention.
"Yes, dad?" he answered on autopilot.
It took a few seconds for the horror to sink in. Trinity snorted, her face scrunched up as she struggled to hold in her cackles. Beside him, Victoria giggled. Even Robby was struggling, lips pressed tightly together to reign in his grin. Dennis turned bright red.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry Robby—I mean Doctor Robby—Robinavitch—I'm sorry, oh God..." Dennis trailed off, staring at the floor. It was quiet enough to hear a pin drop, and as the moment stretched on Dennis prayed for the earth to crack open and swallow him whole.
Mortifyingly, it was the patient that spoke. "I think you broke him."Bookmarked by Oak_May
17 Dec 2025