Signing up to be a stud turned out to be a bit more complicated than I expected.
“So, Mr. Theo Amador, tell me: what makes you want to be a stud?” The doctor said casually pressing her fingers to my neck.
“Well, I just want to do my part to help maintain the population, and add to diversity.” I said with only a slight stammer given that I had rehearsed it. “Is that so? Shirt off” The Vulpine woman said retrieving something. No sooner had I removed my shirt than a cold piece of metal was pressed to my chest, “You sure you’re not interested for more, ‘prurient’ reasons?”
I gasped a bit as the cold stethoscope pressed to my chest, “Uh... no I mean... uh… what does ‘prurient’ mean?”
“You can guess from context. We get many, MANY, young males looking to be studs thinking its some porno paradise. The negatives get to them eventually.” She said moving the stethoscope down my front, then sliding around behind me and pressing it to my back, I felt her hand caress my sides as she slid around. Could that have been intentional? No, no, doctors touched you, and this was no different. Just stay calm, even if the examiner was a cute busty fox woman.
“I might be more aware than most.” I ventured, “My grandpa is a stud. My uncle too, so it does run in the family.”
“Family of studs? Is your family the same somewhat unusual race as you?”
“Of course why wouldn….” I started before I realized what she meant, “Oh right sorry. I mean yes. I was raised by my biological parents, as were they.”
The doctor paused for a moment in the examination and looked noticeably surprised, “Oh…? Three generations of bloodline? That’s very rare these days.”
“Mom and Grandma are breeders.” I explained. My mom and uncle are the kids she choose to keep instead of putting for adoption. My sister and I are in the same situation, though we don’t share a bio-dad.”
“Unusual upbringing.” She said, “Cough”
I obeyed and coughed while she listened to my lungs.
“Classmates give you side eye over it?”
I sighed, that they had. Kids will often mock any perceived difference and being basically the only one who WASN’T adopted was a difference, “More than a few offered to fuck my mom. Didn’t help that mom made a good chunk of change when she was breeding… er… on screen…”
The doctor tilted her head, “Oh? What’s your mom’s name.”
“Kate. Why?”
The doctor seemed to blush and looked away, “uh, no reason. Onto the next part of the exam. Pants off.”
I blushed and started to fiddle with my buckle, “You know her?”
“No. never met her” She said, “Underwear too.”
Now I was blushing more but obeyed until I was naked, “If you don’t know her then why did… hey what?”
I wiggled as I felt her lift my tail then felt gloved fingers covered in something cold press to my Butt cheeks, “Bend over, please.”
“I t-thought that was only... for older guys…”
“We’re more thorough with would be studs.”
I bit my lip but obeyed, then winced and shuddered as she began the prostate exam. “Is this… r-really necessary.”
“It’s in our regulations as a requirement.”
“Or it just... NNN weeds out the guys who aren’t NNNNN serious?”
“Does it do that?” She said with some mirth in her voice, “Well then that’s a bonus.”
“Oh ha ha.” I quipped and braced myself until the exam was finally over, at least for my backside.
“Being a breeder, or a stud, means almost no privacy about medical concerns. We don’t take the obese, the ill, or those with records. And you DO need to be of the temperament to accept thorough exams. So maybe you are right, I don’t find prostate problems in someone your age, but we do find attitude problems plenty.”
“I suppose that’s one of the ‘downsides’ you mentioned. Guys with attitudes?”
“We don’t tolerate douches, no, but that’s not exactly what I meant by downsides. Those are more that; One: You don’t get paid as much as breeders, especially if you’re a common race, so making a full time living on having sex isn’t in the cards for males.”
I brushed that one off, “I also don’t have to be pregnant three quarters of the year, so I can have a day job.”
“Two, the privacy concerned I already mentioned.”
“I think I’ll survive a finger in my butt from time to time.” I said, though not as confidently.
“And three, and the number one reason other studs quit, a lot of girls have a hard time dating studs”
“Oh?”
“Surprised? Most people want commitment, monogamy, and a stud is off a month every year to fuck the daylights out of another woman. They have a hard time being ok with that.”
“Could just date my breeder.”
“If she’s single, even remotely your age, and compatible, sure. We match you by genetics, not personality. You may get along with her like a sandpaper enema, but you STILL have to impregnate who we assign to you.”
I sighed, “I guess that explains the weird payment structure….”
“Quite, but not my area. Now its time to check your virility.”
“My what..? how do we do thEEEPP!!!” I half jump as a cold gloved hand, thankfully a fresh glove, grips onto my member, “M-m-ma’am what!?”
“Hold still, we need a sample.”
“By jerking me off?”
“Or I could stick a needle in your nuts and extract it that way.”
“Jerk me off please!”
She was still mostly business despite what she was doing. Her hand slid up and down my cock with practiced fluidity, she kneaded my tip with her palm as her fingers worked the shaft. This was clearly a practiced hand who had done this before. Though was it always in a clinical setting? Or was my new doctor a bit of a handy aficionado?
As she worked me the motions translated to slight jiggling up top, she was decently well endowed and the movement caught my eye as I came to full mast for her. I bit my lip an stared at her as she stoked. This was practically torture. They were right there, I could just reach out and grab them if that was allowed but…
“Hands to yourself.” She snapped assertively bringing me back to attention. I hadn’t even touched her yet, but my hands had started to move so I guess she wanted to stop me before I actually reached over.
“S-sorry ma’am” I winced and started to pulse in her hands, “You’re just…”
“Not on the table. You’re not my type, and I’m not fertile, so no way you’ll be assigned to me.”
“A-any idea who I will be assignNAAAAA!!” I shuddered and pulsed. A plastic cup appeared just in time and I pumped a full load into it, filling it almost full. “Not bad Mr. Amador”
I gasped out the next couple breaths, “T-thanks.”
“To answer your question” She said casually taking a note of my sample and putting it in a cooler, “I can’t guarantee you’ll be accepted as a breeder at all, but if that load is in any way quality, and coupled with your exotic nature…”
“Breeder program wants sergals, I hear.”
“Indeed, and we even recently imported a couple females. Though being a ‘hybrid’ program you’ll likely not get them.”
“Got it… so when will I hear back if I’m accepted.”
“Two weeks. The current batch will be finished then, so if you’re accepted you’ll be expected to be part of the next month’s batch. Till then we’re finished” She said then casually walked off leaving me along.
I looked around nervously for a moment “OK, uh, so I can get dressed now?
