Sam does want that. Already.
“Pecs enhanced?” he asks because they really are quite something. Very masculine, and yet there’s just a hint of overdevelopment.
The doctor searches the file. “Yes, actually. It’s rather subtle.”
Definitely designed to appeal to his Dominant, Sam thinks as he presses his fingers into the flesh around the man’s nipple. There is give, a hint of weight and heft. Sam could lay his head there and rest.
Which is not a thought he’s ever had before.
“I want him,” Sam says, and then steps back. His hands tingle from touching the submissive, and he wants to touch him again, but he needs to stop.
“Don’t let me touch him again.”
“You’re perfectly fine to touch him,” Dr. Beck says, amused. “We’ll stop you if you get carried away.”
He raises his hand, tempted, and then takes another step back so he doesn’t.
“I really want him.”
“Good.”
“Maybe I’m just tired from the exercise I was monitoring, but he’s really hard to resist.”
Dr. Beck chuckles and comes closer, lowering the sheet so Sam can inspect him. He wants to shove the doctor out of the way and pull the sheet up so no one can see his submissive. Which is ridiculous. This is all perfectly normal.
He can’t help but look lower, over each perfect ridge of abdominal muscle, and then to the submissive’s cock. Flaccid and small.
“He isn’t hard yet,” Sam notes.
“He’s not shown any external signs of arousal yet,” Dr. Beck confirms. He’ll likely be aroused when he’s close to waking, especially since he’s going into his release cycle.
Sam wants to see the man get hard. He wants to make him respond.
Which is just a sign that he’s too close to his own need for release. This submissive pings every instinct he has.
“He’s hairless,” Sam comments.
“Yes, I thought perhaps it was easier for the caging, but it was part of his own request for personal modifications.”
“Fascinating,” he murmurs, desperate to explore the satiny skin. “It’s very appealing.” In fact, he’s almost positive it was done with a Dominant’s preferences in mind. “What else did he modify by choice?”
“The hair on his head; there was coloration added. Skin pigment change because he should have been paler. The rest of his features are his own. He is sturdier in his anus, has increased blood flow for arousal and healing, and his prostate is enlarged for his Dominant’s pleasure.”
“And for his own pleasure, I imagine. What else did he request for himself? Anything for penetration?”
“Good guess. Yes, he has been altered to receive more sexual pleasure from penetration. That was part of his reward for service selection. And his genitalia are smaller than average by choice. Enlisting so young helped keep him small.”
“This isn’t just him, though, is it? Does this count as genital reduction?” Sam asks.
Dr. Beck peers over his shoulder and then checks the notes. “There wasn’t anything surgical done. But he chose chemical stunting at a time when they really hadn’t perfected how to do that.”
“What does that mean?”
“It means they probably knew they could make him smaller and keep him hairless, but it’s possible he has difficulty with ejaculation, maybe even with sensitivity. He might have too much or too little. If I had to guess, he might not get hard as often as he wants. It’s entirely possible that he isn’t erect yet because it’s a side effect of whatever they did to make him look like this at fourteen. We don’t mess around with genital enhancements before puberty is complete now. Too many things can go wrong. He’s quite close to waking, so the fact that he isn’t hard is a little concerning. But you’ll know soon enough,” he says, chuckling.
The image comes to him, getting to relax after a long day at work and having his submissive on his lap, cock buried deep in his snug hole, hand wrapped around the man’s soft, small cock as Sam unwinds from a long day at work. And then fucking him, getting to come in his submissive while his hand is wrapped around this perfect bundle of flesh.
“He’s incredible.” Sam drags his attention back to the present. “Difficulty with erection and ejaculation. If that’s true, is that why he’d tolerate the cage?”