Free The Virgin Master by Jordan Brewer

sympathy. He approached and touched Jeremy’s forehead gently. “You feel a little bit cooler.” Evan paused. “I know you really don’t want to hear this at all, but you need to use that antibiotic douche. Soon. And then the cream.”
     
    Jeremy cringed. “I …really don’t want to. But you’re right.” He sighed.
     
    “The vet should be here real soon; you can wait until after he leaves, if you want, I guess.”
     
    “Vet? Wow. I thought I heard you say that, but … I have to   see a vet, now? I’m an animal?”
     
    Ev an bit his lower lip and looked at the floor. “Not to me.   But, you know, legally… . ”
     
    The two men avoided looking at each other for a minute. Jeremy spoke first.
     
    “Evan. I appreciate this more than I can ever show you. I won’t embarrass you, I promise. I’ll be the best personal slave the world has ever seen for you.” Then he laughed.
     
    Evan smiled crookedly at him. “Only in public. This is your home. Our home. I want you just to be Jeremy here, okay?”
     
    “Works for me.”
     
    Marta came to the door. “Dr. Hatcher is here? For your               slave?”
     
    “Thanks, Marta. Could you show him back here?”
     
    Marta nodded. A short time later she returned with the vet.
     
    Evan gave him a brief description of the treatment Jeremy had   gotten in the after-hours clinic. Tom frowned.
     
    “Sounds like the doctor might have missed some damage last night.”
     
    Evan saw Jeremy turn pale at the thought of a repeat examination.
     
    " I need to take a look.”
     
    “Can you do that without hurting him?”
     
    “Without hurting him at all? No. But I’m going to treat him the most pain free way that I can under the law. It won’t be exactly the same way a doctor would treat a human being in the hospital, okay? But I will use all the pain treatment that I can. Alexa said you weren’t into slave abuse.”
     
    “No. I don’t know if I could stand to see him hurt.”
     
    Tom looked at Evan for a minute and then smiled at him. “I understand my wife is getting her job back?”
     
    “Yeah. I’ve been a little, well more than a little, crazy for a while. I think I’m about to come to my senses though.”
     
    Tom asked Jeremy to take off his scrub pants and put his feet flat on the mattress. Blushing tomato red, Jeremy complied. “I’ve gone from nobody ever seeing this particular part of me, to everybody I meet taking a good long look,” he remarked.
     
    Tom smiled, but looked worriedly at Evan, tensing up. Evan saw it and looked back questioningly at Tom. Tom relaxed. “Most masters would have made me stop the examination to discipline their slave for speaking without permission.”
     
    Evan blinked. “He’s supposed to get my permission to speak? No. Not here in our home. I’ve never owned a slave before, so I guess I have a lot to learn ... but then Jeremy’s never been one before."
     
    Tom’s jaw dropped. “You mean, this is your first slave, at your age? I’m sorry; it’s none of my business.”
     
    Evan sighed. “It’s a long story. I don’t need or want a personal slave, but for reasons too long to go into right now, I have to have one. I’ve been looking for a while. I know Jeremy. I’ve known him for years. He was in one of my sections of advanced microeconomics until Justin … my partner, got sick.”
     
    Tom stared at Evan and then smiled. He continued to root around in his bag and finally came up with the tool he needed and turned to Jeremy with the dreaded anal speculum in his hand. He probed at Jeremy’s puffy red anus and frowned. “This shouldn’t look like this. Are you sure you haven’t been….”
     
    " I haven’t touched him.”
     
    Tom looked up at Jeremy who nodded agreement. “Well, Jeremy, brace yourself. This won’t be fun.”
     
     
     
    *****
     
    Tom lubed up the speculum as well as his latex gloved right hand and inserted it deftly. Jeremy hissed and arched his back;