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One night my wife showed me her toy and we started to talk.

"Here's what's going to happen; Remy's clinic is recognized as a licensed medical facility by the state..."

"Rain Down Temple is a licensed medical facility?"

"Yes," Johnny continued. "My cousin treats live-in patients, mainly hospice cases, but it's a legal hospital, and he is legally a doctor. I'm going to put in for the transfer. All I need from you is to sign on the line."

Diego agreed. He was taken by ambulance to Remy's clinic. After being placed in a private room, he was stripped of his hospital clothing and given a thick robe to wear. It felt heavy but at the same time warm like a blanket.

"It's a weighted robe, made from the same material as weighted blankets, used to treat anxiety," Remy said from the doorway. The young doctor was dressed casually in a baggy shirt and sweatpants as if on his way to meditate. With his long dark brown hair hung loosely over his shoulders, Remy looked like a sexy Jesus. "How are you, Diego?"

"I'm good, Doctor. You?"

Remy chuckled. "Doctors work at hospitals, I'm just Remy, man." He was holding a thermos. "Have some tea." Remy took a seat on the bed and poured Diego took the cup of dark liquid.

It smelled savory yet sweet like cinnamon and chocolate. Diego paused, to savor the pleasant aroma before taking a sip.

"It will help cleanse the toxins from your blood. Did the doctor at the hospital say why you passed out?"

"No, I assume the answer lies somewhere in my paperwork." Diego took a sip, then another. "And thank you for the tea, the smell reminds me of something my mother used to make." Diego pursed his lips as tears filled his eyes. "How did my life go so wrong?"

Remy placed his hand on Diego's shoulder. "Johnny told me what happened. Why do you let your wife hurt you?"

Diego sighed, as he finished off the cup of tea. "I don't know what to tell you."

"No one deserves to be stuck in an abusive relationship for over twenty years."

Diego shook his head. "My father told me to never hit a woman, not even in self-defense. It is our role as men to simply understand. And I understand my wife's anger." His eyes shot open. Diego gripped his chest in pain, he was having trouble breathing.

"There's nothing wrong with your heart, it's all in your head."

"Please, I can't breathe."

"You're going to be fine. I need you to trust me."

"Ok," Diego muttered. But what did Remy mean by 'trust me'?

Remy kissed his forehead. "Once the tea takes hold, and your body is cleansed I'll begin the anal massage."

"Once the tea takes hold?" Suddenly the pain in his chest moved to his stomach. The tea was a laxative.

Diego threw off the robe and darted from the bed. He gripped his stomach in pain as he sat on the toilet.

"Just relax," Remy said, standing in the doorway. "Since you weren't given solid food while at the hospital the tea should be sufficient."

"Is this your idea of a joke?" Diego exclaimed.

"Not at all, this is my idea of healing." Remy shut the door. "Clean yourself and meet me back on the bed."

Despite the pain in his stomach he finished his business, washed his hands and splashed water on his face.

He opened the door to find Remy naked. The man's tan skin was softly illuminated by the light of the window. "Lay on your stomach."

Diego was too exhausted to argue. He laid himself face down, resting his head on his hands. He assumed he could sleep through whatever massage Remy had planned. He felt Remy's warm hands on his shoulder, stroking gently down his back. But when Remy's hands reached Diego's ass, he felt the moist touch of baby wipes. He clenched his eyes shut, humiliated at being treated like a child. He felt the wipes rubbing against his skin as Remy thoroughly cleaned him. And then Diego felt something colder, wetter. It was lube. He could feel Remy's fingers inside him, first one then two, massaging his prostate with just the right amount of pressure. He buried his face into the blanket as the deep, intense pleasure emanated throughout his body.

"Get on your knees," Remy's voice was a soft, silky whisper.

Arms trembling, Diego di

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