Xuân Minh was about to get out of the car and replied: “Even without you, I’d still be here for my regular check-up today. And if I was scared, I wouldn’t have gotten involved with you in the first place.”
Hoàng Tuấn figured that made sense—Xuân Minh was straightforward; he didn’t play games or beat around the bush.
Hoàng Tuấn followed Xuân Minh inside. It was only 6:30 a.m., but the reception desk was already staffed. The nurse in uniform spotted Xuân Minh approaching and greeted him warmly: “You’re earlier than usual today, Minh! Let me call Dr. Duy Tân.”
Xuân Minh nodded once and led Hoàng Tuấn to the waiting area. Less than fifteen minutes later, a doctor came rushing in from outside. The moment he saw Xuân Minh, he groaned dramatically: “So early today? Don’t you usually come at 7?”
Xuân Minh, cool as ever: “Hurry up—I’ve got things to do.”
Duy Tân gestured for Xuân Minh to follow, shaking his head: “Yes, yes, my lord!”
Only then did Duy Tân glance at Hoàng Tuấn—and immediately froze, yelling: “Đông Quân! Is that you, Đông Quân…?”
Xuân Minh corrected: “This is Hoàng Tuấn.”
Duy Tân couldn’t hide his shock, muttering: “So similar… really similar…”
Xuân Minh shoved him a few times; only then did Duy Tân stop staring at Hoàng Tuấn and unlock his office door.
Hoàng Tuấn trailed behind them. As he passed the nurse from earlier, he asked: “Chị, does the center always open this early?”
She shook her head: “No, kid.” She pointed to the sign nearby: “We officially start at 9 a.m. This early shift only happens once a month.”
From her look, Hoàng Tuấn understood immediately. Xuân Minh was a VIP here. Duy Tân owned the place but personally handled Xuân Minh’s visits—no one else was allowed.
Since she had an audience, the nurse shared a bit more. Duy Tân and Xuân Minh had been best friends since high school. Both came from powerful families with serious money. Xuân Minh was the sole exception among all the center’s clients—Duy Tân treated him differently.
Hoàng Tuấn didn’t get to hear more; Xuân Minh turned back looking for him, so he hurried to catch up.
Inside Duy Tân’s office, the doctor wasted no time reaching over and squeezing Xuân Minh’s ass, completely casual and cheerful. Xuân Minh growled: “There’s someone else here—have some shame.”
Hoàng Tuấn assumed they were a couple and offered: “I’ll wait outside. You two carry on.”
Duy Tân laughed: “Good boy! But no need. Whether you’re here or not, he still won’t let me touch him. You’re the lucky one!”
Xuân Minh: “Stop wasting time. You’re talking too much today.”
Duy Tân motioned for Xuân Minh to strip down to his underwear, did a quick external check, then had him lie on the exam table. He pulled the curtain across Xuân Minh’s lower body. To Hoàng Tuấn, it looked exactly like those scripted porn scenes where couples visit the doctor.
From the front of the curtain came pained groans from the “patient” enduring a supposedly painful procedure. Behind the curtain, some lucky doctor was injecting his 18–20 cm “syringe” into the patient—pulling out, pushing in, faster and faster until the “medicine” spilled out. Hoàng Tuấn smirked at his own silly thoughts.
Behind the curtain, Duy Tân said: “It’s rare having someone else here to listen to me complain—I’ve gotta take advantage! I’m pulling your pants down now, okay? Hoàng Tuấn, wanna come watch?”
Hoàng Tuấn clicked his tongue, thinking: “They weren’t kidding about perverted doctors.” Meanwhile Xuân Minh shot back: “Shut it! He sees it every night—he’s probably bored of looking by now.”
Duy Tân teased while examining: “How could anyone get bored? That hole’s still pink like an 18-year-old’s—makes you hungry just looking. Hey, let me slide in real quick?”
Xuân Minh snapped: “Is that how a doctor talks? If the staff heard you, they’d ruin you!”
Duy Tân: “Relax—this room has top-tier soundproofing. Even your loud moaning wouldn’t leak out. Wanna test it right now?”
Xuân Minh kicked; Duy Tân blocked it and burst out laughing. Even though it was Hoàng Tuấn’s first visit, Duy Tân acted like old friends—part professional confidence, part natural shamelessness, and probably because Xuân Minh had told him plenty about Hoàng Tuấn already.
Xuân Minh went through the necessary tests, then it was Hoàng Tuấn’s turn. The moment Hoàng Tuấn took off his outer clothes, Duy Tân’s eyes widened, taking in every line of his body. He examined externally, then couldn’t resist: “Your muscles are insane—can I touch?”
Hoàng Tuấn found him friendly enough and nodded. Duy Tân felt his chest, his abs, squeezing here and there. As Hoàng Tuấn lay down on the table, Duy Tân sneaked one more squeeze of his ass and exclaimed: “Hey Minh, his ass is even firmer than yours!”
Xuân Minh, scrolling his phone, ignored him completely.
Duy Tân started the genital exam. When he pulled down Hoàng Tuấn’s underwear, he yelped: “Holy shit! That big even when soft? Let me get it hard!”
Hoàng Tuấn, embarrassed, just mumbled “Okay.” Duy Tân wrapped his hand around it and stroked gently. Hoàng Tuấn’s cock thickened and lengthened in his grip. Fully erect, Duy Tân could only stare, mouth open.
Right then Xuân Minh got an urgent call and stepped out. Duy Tân seized the chance and whispered: “Ever tried cum control?”
Hoàng Tuấn: “No.”
Duy Tân immediately grabbed a cock ring and slipped it on: “Let’s try it! Since I opened this place, you’re the biggest I’ve ever seen. Suddenly got the professional itch!”
He tied Hoàng Tuấn’s wrists and ankles to the table legs, spread his thighs wide. Pulled the exam stool close, clipped small clamps to Hoàng Tuấn’s nipples, lubed the entire shaft, one hand massaging his balls, the other stroking steadily.
Soon veins bulged from base to tip. Duy Tân stroked faster, face lit with pure joy—like rediscovering a long-lost passion. Hoàng Tuấn’s lips went dry; he clenched his teeth, eyes shut tight. Duy Tân encouraged: “Moan all you want—this room is completely soundproof!”
It was Hoàng Tuấn’s first time experiencing this; the pleasure was overwhelming. After holding back a while, he instinctively groaned: “Ah… my cock feels so good! Faster, ah… I’m gonna come…!”
Duy Tân: “No! Cum control means holding it as long as possible! Trust me—the longer you edge, the harder you’ll come!”
Hands and feet bound, lower body expertly serviced, Hoàng Tuấn could only writhe on the table as waves of pleasure crashed over him. He gripped the table legs, every muscle straining. His body burned; without the AC, sweat would’ve poured off him, making his sculpted chest and tight abs glisten.
Duy Tân kept stroking; Hoàng Tuấn fought not to come. Every time he neared the edge, he gasped: “I’m coming… I’m coming…”
Duy Tân released instantly. Hoàng Tuấn was like a caged beast—limbs jerking against restraints, hips thrusting upward, cock pointing skyward, rigid as steel.
Precum leaked from the tip; Duy Tân smeared it along the shaft and resumed stroking. Hoàng Tuấn moaned long and low: “Ah… so fucking horny… my cock’s gonna explode… let me come… please…”
Just then Xuân Minh opened the door and came back in. Hearing Hoàng Tuấn’s pleasure-filled moans, he barked: “I told you—no fucking anyone else!”
He stormed behind the curtain and saw they were only edging, not fucking. Duy Tân laughed: “Relax, I didn’t touch your property. Just got curious seeing how huge he is. Turns out you’re the lucky one, huh? Sucking this once would keep you full for three days.”
Xuân Minh exhaled sharply and told Hoàng Tuấn: “I’ve got an urgent matter to handle. I’ll be back soon to pick you up. Don’t wander off.”
Hoàng Tuấn nodded; Xuân Minh left. Duy Tân quickly locked the door again. Coming back, he stripped completely—revealing a near-perfect body and a massive erection he’d been hiding. Overall, he was stunning, just a notch below Hoàng Tuấn.
Hoàng Tuấn panicked, unsure what was next. Instead, Duy Tân climbed onto the table, turned to face Hoàng Tuấn’s head, gently pried his mouth open, lowered himself, and slid his cock in. At the other end, he buried his nose against Hoàng Tuấn’s shaft, inhaled deeply, and muttered: “Sorry, Minh!”
Then he took Hoàng Tuấn deep and sucked eagerly. Pleasure and fear mixed for Hoàng Tuấn, but he was helpless. Duy Tân gently thrust into his mouth; Hoàng Tuấn, mind gone, reciprocated. His skill was undeniable—Duy Tân arched and moaned: “Fuck, that’s good! No wonder Minh picked you—you’re no ordinary guy!”
Hoàng Tuấn neared climax again, but with a cock in his mouth he could only mumble: “Mmm… mmm…”
Duy Tân pulled out of his mouth, letting the edge pass. Once it subsided, Hoàng Tuấn resumed sucking. Duy Tân rocked gently, eyes closed, lips pursed, whispering: “So good… I’m coming, Tuấn… pull off… pull off…”
He could’ve withdrawn easily, but clearly didn’t want to miss the ecstasy. Hoàng Tuấn kept sucking; Duy Tân’s pleas grew weaker as he thrust deeper.
Finally his legs gave out. He lowered himself—whether intentional or not, his hole ended up right over Hoàng Tuấn’s mouth. Hoàng Tuấn stretched his tongue out and licked expertly. Duy Tân pushed back, letting it slide deeper. After a moment he cried: “Fuck… can’t hold it… ah… ah… Tuấn… I’m coming… I’m coming…”
He knelt upright again, aimed downward, stroked three times, and erupted. Thick ropes shot onto Hoàng Tuấn’s face, chest, stomach, and the table.
Hoàng Tuấn’s cock had gone from pink to deep red from prolonged arousal. Duy Tân gave a few strokes—Hoàng Tuấn was at his absolute limit.
He gripped tight and stroked hard; Hoàng Tuấn shut his eyes, panting. His cock swelled to maximum; he lifted his hips, ready for release.
“One… two… three… eleven… twelve…” Duy Tân counted each spurt as thick white cum splattered the floor.
With every pulse, Hoàng Tuấn let out a loud moan. Even he admitted he’d never moaned so desperately before. The volume and distance were insane—good thing Duy Tân had aimed him toward empty floor, or they’d both have been drenched.
Duy Tân climbed down, breathing hard: “You’re a top—how are you so good at sucking cock?”
Hoàng Tuấn countered: “Same question back to you.”
Duy Tân: “Nah, I’m vers. I top and bottom equally well!”
They chatted lightly, then Duy Tân untied him. Together they cleaned up the battlefield. Remembering the morning, Hoàng Tuấn asked: “Brother Tân, who’s Đông Quân?”
Duy Tân sighed: “Minh’s ex-boyfriend.” After a pause: “You really look like him. If Đông Quân were still alive, he’d probably just look a bit more mature than you.”
Hoàng Tuấn finally understood why Xuân Minh treated him so specially. Behind that tough, indifferent shell was someone still lost in a deep, unresolved love.
Curious, he asked: “How did Quân die?”
Duy Tân recounted: “They were on a trip together—there was a helicopter sightseeing tour. Bad luck; the chopper malfunctioned. Right before it went down, Quân shielded Minh’s head with his own body. Quân didn’t make it—severe head trauma. Minh’s been haunted ever since; he can’t love anyone else.”
Hoàng Tuấn sighed, feeling for both Quân’s sacrifice and Xuân Minh’s pain.
Suddenly Duy Tân slammed the table angrily: “At Quân’s funeral, his family cursed Minh out. They’d never approved of Minh—always wanted Quân to marry a woman and have kids to carry on the family name. Minh showed up to pay respects, but they barred him from entering. He didn’t care—knelt outside in pouring rain, sobbing. When I finally dragged him away, he was like a hollow shell. I thought he’d follow Quân to the grave. Thank god his parents talked sense into him—he found the will to keep living.”
The more Hoàng Tuấn heard about Xuân Minh, the luckier he felt. He also understood why, every night they slept together, Xuân Minh always wanted to be held.
Fate gives and takes without mercy.
The weight of sorrow—how could words ever capture it all?