“That was when I was in high school, and I hated every second of it. I only did it because everyone else was.”
“Everyone else is doing acupuncture, too! God, even professional athletes are getting it done these days, you know that.”
The arguments went back and forth, but always came down to the same result: I wasn’t about to let her, or anybody, stick a needle in me. After the fourth time we’d discussed it, she gave an exasperated sigh and rolled her eyes at me. “Okay, fine. I’ll make do with what I can get in class. It’ll just take a few months longer than I expected.”
I thought that would be the end of it. Was I ever wrong.
For the next several days she got in so late at night that she’d skip dinner and go right to sleep, her eyes closing the minute her head hit the pillow. I’ll admit that I felt a little guilty, but I just couldn’t get over the idea that the needles were going to hurt or draw blood. All I could do was ensure there was food in the refrigerator that she could take for dinner at the school and let her sleep as much as she needed to. Of course, that meant going without anything more than a good-night kiss—and even though we’d been together a long time, we hadn’t ever gone a full week without at least a good session of mutual masturbation. I could have gone it alone, of course, but somehow even that seemed like it would be unfair when she was going without just as long as I was.
That Friday I came home to find Miki in the bedroom doorway, wearing nothing but a pair of exercise pants. With a grin I came to kiss her hello, lifting my hands to cup her warm, golden, heavy breasts—but after a few seconds of my kneading her nipples, she pulled away slowly.
“David.” She kept her lips close to mine. “I’d love to have your cock in me, but I’ve got to get to school if I’m going to make my practice time. Maybe when I get home…” She took my lower lip in her teeth and bit down softly, running her little hand along the tent in front of my pants.
“Miki, it’s been over a week…”
“I know,” she breathed into my ear. “I know it has, and believe me, I want it, too.”
“I don’t just want it,” I growled, “I need it, Miki, please. My balls are turning blue.”
“Oh, really?” She raised an eyebrow and sank to her knees. She toyed with my zipper for a moment, then opened it, reaching in to pull my hard cock and swollen balls out of their boxer briefs. Curling one hand around my shaft and slowly pumping, she hefted my balls with the other and let them roll around on her palm a second before giving them a squeeze.
“God, Miki, please.” I let my head roll back when she moved her face close to my crotch. I could feel her hot breath on the sensitive skin beneath my balls.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said, still pumping slowly. “I don’t think you could seriously call these blue. There’s a lot backed up there, but a few hours more shouldn’t hurt.”
“Miki, please.” I reached a hand to cup the back of her head, wanting to pull her lips onto me, but she backed away and removed her hand from my shaft, still cupping my balls in her other hand and squeezing them gently in time with my rapidly increasing heartbeat.
“Then again, blue balls are a serious medical condition for young men, aren’t they? I think I could help you with these, but it’s going to require some real therapy.” She moved back in and ran the pointed tip of her tongue along the vein beneath my cock, curling it under at the base of the head. “Are you willing to be a good boy and take your medicine?”
“Oh, yes. I want my medicine,” I groaned, inching my hips toward her face. “I want it now.”
She leaned in and took my cock in her mouth, moving slowly until its entire length was buried in her throat and her cute little snub nose was resting against my pubic bone. I gasped aloud and reached back to steady myself on the doorjamb as she pulled away, increasing the suction so I could feel the sweet, warm smoothness of her mouth along the sides of my shaft, sucking harder until the head left her mouth with an audible pop.
“Get on the bed,” she said, her face all sweet innocence despite the thin string of saliva running from my cock head to her lips. “And I’ll give you your medicine.”
I scrambled out of my pants and onto the bed while she got off her knees and moved toward the closet. When she turned around, she was holding a thin, black vase inscribed with a yellow diamond and a red kanji character. Sticking out of the top of the vase was a set of acupuncture needles.
“No,” I said, shaking my head, and Miki smiled with a glint in her eye that said she had me right where she wanted me.
“If you won’t take your medicine like you promised, like a good boy, then I guess there’s nothing I can do about your symptoms.” She ran a fingernail up the seam of my scrotum, ending the trail just short of my cock. “It’s such a dangerous condition, though. I bet you could just pop right now.” With that, she rolled my sack in her palm and squeezed again.
“God…” I hissed. “You’re a wicked bitch.”
“And you’re a bad patient, David. I only want to help,” she cooed. “Why don’t you let Dr. Miki help you?”
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bsp; Her voice was playful, and the look in her eyes was the same, but I knew she was dead serious. Strangely enough, I didn’t really feel cheated or taken advantage of. Sure, she’d played a trick to get what she wanted, but she’d done it well, and I could respect that. It was the same as a good bluff in a poker game.
“Okay,” I groaned. The pressure in my balls, that sweet voice, and the thin sheen of her lipstick on the sides of my cock finally overcame my fears. “You win. Please, Dr. Miki, I want to take my medicine.” I tried to put the same playfulness in my own voice, though I was sure it sounded more like desperation.
She put the vase of needles on the nightstand. “Just relax,” she said, “it’ll all be worth it. Trust me.” I closed my eyes and felt the weight of her body as she straddled my calves and lower legs, then let out a deep moan as she took me in her mouth again; not as deeply as when she was teasing me, but with the gentle pressure I always enjoyed at the beginning of a blow job.
When she took me in fully, I felt a tiny pinch on my right side, but the sensation of her breath in my trimmed pubic hair and the moist warmth of her mouth around my cock more than made up for that. In fact, it didn’t hurt at all; like I said, just a tiny pinch. I knew it was the first needle, but I still kept my eyes closed, focusing all my attention on her willing mouth. She came up slow and moved her hand into action, pumping my shaft rhythmically while her lips and tongue played around the head. With her other hand I could tell she was going for another needle, and this time when her mouth came down, I barely even felt the pinch on my left hip.
Miki kept it up, going from gentle suction while she retrieved needles to a full deep-throating when she slid the needles into me. After the sixth pinch I opened my eyes and saw her looking up at me, her beautiful almond eyes peering through a phalanx of tiny silver trees rooted in my flesh. I was amazed at how it felt. It wasn’t just my cock anymore; my entire lower body was beginning to respond to her steady sucking. She’d talked about the way acupuncture could work, the way it unfroze rigid muscles and brought about a feeling of freedom, but I’d still bet it had less to do with those needles and more to do with her hot little mouth.
Her eyes locked on my own; she brought both hands up and slowly withdrew the needles from my body one by one, placing them back on the nightstand (though not in the vase) as I watched. I guessed the training session was officially over when Miki took hold of my hips and lifted herself into a push-up position, letting me grab her waistband and pull the sweatpants down her beautiful legs. She hadn’t been wearing any panties, and I knew she’d had no intention of going to practice at school at all. This had been a setup from the beginning.