Open Wide For The Handsome Sabertooth Dentist Who Is Also A Ghost - (Classic Tingler Revisited)

old chuck has a busy calendar these days, puttin out dang books all the time and even doing dang BOOK TOURS to support them. who would have thought us buckaroos would trot so far together? yes it is true my life has been hectic lately but these times come and go. so the best you can do is appreciate them when you can.

but it is almost important to take a moment FOR YOURSELF to check in and say ‘how are you feeling bud? how is your time? is it took much or too little?’ this is a way of self regulation and self care.

sometimes it can be overwhelming, but what chuck likes to have is an ORGANIZED CALENDAR. makes me feel a lot better to be sorted out in visual way, to open up a dang page and say ‘what the heck am i doing today?’ 

then again, sometimes one or two upcoming dates will STRIKE YOU WITH FEAR. a plan you got locked into but you dread like the ghost of a dang unicorn colonel.

i had one of these dates lately, a way we all know (cue spooky music) it was… DAY OF THE DENTIST

well day of the dentist has come and gone (went yesterday) and guess what... old chuck got my tooth fixed up REAL NICE. really i should not have had any fear in my trot. IN FACT I FEEL BETTER THAN EVER. these routine ways of our health are important, like taking a moment to clear your schedule and meditate, OR going in for a clean tooth. they should not be as scary as they are.

because here is the thing buckaroos. we ALL have bodies to maintain and brains to keep sharp and YES it is exhausting sometimes. just remember you can always take break to sit and prove love to YOURSELF take a dang NAP too.

its all part of a healthy trot, so do not be afraid, because we are all trotting together.

based on this journey of mine i wanted to post a little story for you buckaroos. please enjoy OPEN WIDE FOR THE HANDSOME SABERTOOTH DENTIST WHO IS ALSO A GHOST

Meeper’s mysterious tooth pain is ruining his life, and the most frustrating part is that nobody seems to have any idea what’s causing it. After his second failed trip to the dentist, Meeper feels like all hope is lost, but when he spots a billboard for Sabertooth Dentistry, it seems like his prayers have been answered.

However, it quickly becomes apparent that Sabertooth Dentistry is more than it appears. With a bevy of handsome shirtless dental assistants, and a sabertooth tiger holding a dark secret, Meeper is quickly drawn into a world where a pain in the mouth can only be corrected by a pound in the butt!

This erotic tale is 4,200 words of sizzling human on handsome prehistoric dentist, including anal, blowjobs, facials, rough sex, and gay sabertooth ghost love.

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OPEN WIDE FOR THE HANDSOME SABERTOOTH DENTIST WHO IS ALSO A GHOST

By Chuck Tingle

“Well, I’ve got some good news and I’ve got some bad news,” my dentist announces, leaning over me while I lie stretched out on the reclined dental chair at the center of his brilliant white office. He’s got his fingers in my mouth, but it feels like he expects me to respond, which would be quite difficult at the moment.

“Oh yeah?” I finally mumble, the words barely making it out through my lips.

“Which one do you want first?” my dentist asks, turning around for a moment and grabbing another small tool off of the desk next to him.

“Good news,” I decide.

“The good news is that you don’t have a cavity,” explains my dentist, prodding around a bit with his new instrument. “You don’t have anything close. Your gums a great, too. No swelling, no damage or trauma of any kind.”

My dentist pulls his hands away again.

“Well, Dr. Pete, what’s the bad news then?” I ask.

Pete steps back a bit and then kicks a lever at the base of my recliner, causing it to slowly begin drifting into the upright position once again. He hands me a cup of water and I gulp it down graciously.

“The bad news is that you’ve still got a lot of pain, and we don’t know what’s causing it,” my dentist reminds me.

I shake my head in frustration and confusion. When the pain in my tooth started I figured it was a simple, routine cavity, nothing more, but now it is a mystery that has completely taken over my life. This is the second time I’ve been in to see Pete about the pain, and after both appointments he’s come away with the same disappointing conclusion. As far as my dentist can tell, there shouldn’t be anything wrong with me.

“So what do I do?” I ask, getting desperate. “The pain won’t go away and it’s getting harder and harder to eat!”

Pete’s face is stoic and full of empathy, but also completely at a loss. “I don’t know,” he says. “I mean, we can give you painkillers, but that’s about it. Right now, the only tangible issue is the pain.”

“I don’t want to be taking meds my whole life,” I tell my dentist, trying to keep my cool. “Can’t you just pull the whole tooth out?”

“If your pain was localized to the tooth itself, sure,” Dr. Pete informs me, “but the way you’re describing it makes it sound like you’re dealing with something that is deeply rooted.”

I let out a long sigh, closing my eyes in frustration.

“I know it’s not fun,” continues my dentist, “but I’d like to prescribe you some painkillers to get through the next two weeks. For all we know, it could be gone after that. Sometimes this stuff just sorts itself out.”

I nod, and then stand up from my chair as Pete hands me a slip of paper.

“Just bring that to your pharmacy,” my dentist instructs.

“Thanks,” I tell him, trying to muster up as much faith and goodwill as I can. I turn and head out into the waiting room, pressing my hand to the side of my face as I try my best to sooth the pain.

By the time I get out to the parking lot, I feel as though the discomfort has doubled in intensity. I need to get to the pharmacy quick.

Fortunately, I’m not far from a drugstore that can take care of my prescription, and I immediately take off in that direction as quickly as my can. My tooth is aching so badly that I can barely focus on the road before me, but I do my best.

I haven’t gone far when I suddenly notice an absolutely enormous billboard towering over the street. As far as I can tell it’s brand new, and I certainly can’t remember anything being there the last time I had an appointment with Dr. Pete.

Of course, advertisers come and go all the time, so the sudden erection of such an object isn’t what startles me. What takes me off guard as I drive past the enormous structure is just how targeted this particular add is.

Have a toothache that just won’t go away? the sign reads. Looking for a prehistoric prescription? Come to Sabertooth Dentistry for several thousand years of experience. We catch things the other guys don’t!

Next to these words is a large, handsome sabertooth cat, his smile wide and brilliant, with two large fangs protruding down either side of his mouth.

I notice that the address listed is incredibly close, just a few blocks away, and I’m suddenly faced with a huge decision and very little time to make it. I could easily just continue on my way to the drugstore and cover up my problem with some painkillers, or I could take another stab at getting to the real source.

After only a moment’s hesitation, I make up my mind, throwing on my blinker and taking off towards Sabertooth Dental.

The place is easy to find, and moment’s later I pull up and park, laughing to myself about the fact that this is the second dentist office I’ve been to today. I climb out and head inside.

“Hello there!” I muscular, shirtless man greets me as I stroll into the waiting room. “Do you have an appointment?”

I shake my head. “New here,” I inform him. “I saw the billboard and thought you might be able to help me.”

The ripped secretary smiles. “I think we just might be able to! Sign in and one of our dental assistants will be right with you.”

I take a clipboard off of the desk and write my name, then head towards a nearby chair. I’ve only made it a few steps before someone pokes their head out from a doorway and calls my name.

“Meeper Farmo?” the dental assistant asks.

“That’s me,” I tell him, noticing that this man is just as handsome and toned as the secretary was.

“Come on in and I’ll get some information before the dentist is ready for you,” the assistant explains.

I step through the door and follow this handsome, shirtless man down a bright white hallway, eventually turning into a small office and taking a seat across from one another.

“I’m Keyko,” the dental assistant tells me. “What seems to be the problem today?”

“Well, it’s not just today,” I inform him. “I’ve had extreme pain in my tooth for about three weeks now. It started out with just a little discomfort and now it’s so bad that I can’t even think straight. The problem is, my other dentist can’t seem to figure out what’s wrong with me.”

Keyko nods. “We’ll see if we can turn things around for you. I’m gonna start by asking you just a few questions.”

The dental assistant pulls out a clipboard and a pen.

“Alright, have you had tooth pain here before?” questions Keyko.

I shake my head. “Not in this particular tooth, no.”
 “You floss every morning and night?” the shirtless assistant asks.

I hesitate.

“I’ll put you down for a no on that one,” Keyko replies. “Alright, how cute is your butt?”

“Excuse me?” I ask, not sure if I heard him correctly.

“Would you say your butt is cute?” Keyko presses.

“What does that have to do with my tooth?” I question.

A knowing expression crosses the face of my dental assistant, as if this situation is all too common in his line of work. “You’ve been hurting for three weeks, and nothing else has worked, correct? Maybe you should try our method before you question it?”

He’s right, and I know it. I just wasn’t expecting to discuss the cuteness of my butt today.

“I think it’s pretty hot,” I finally admit.

“Pretty hot,” Keyko repeats back under his breath as he scribbles the words down. “Very good. And how often is your butt getting pounded?”

“What?” I blurt. “Are you serious?”

“I’m afraid so,” counters Keyko. “This is important information.”

I think about his question for a moment. “Once in college, but never again.”

Keyko’s eyebrows rise up. “I’m gonna put you down for not very often,” he says, then clicks his pen closed. “Alright, I think I’ve got all the information I need. Come with me to the chair, Dr. Tooth will be in to see you shortly.”

I follow the assistant out into the hallway once more, then down to another larger room than before. This one has a huge dental recliner in the middle with a standard white light hovering above. The walls are lined with shelves from top to bottom and a tray full of instruments is laid out neatly to the side.

I stop when I see the tray, not sure if my eyes are playing tricks on me.

“Everything alright?” Keyko questions.

I sit down in the dental recliner, my eyes still glued to the organized assortment of tools. It looks as though the tray is full of anal beads and various butt plugs, but that couldn’t possibly be the case. Maybe these are used in some of those prehistoric techniques that I’m not quite familiar with yet.

“Oh, nothing,” I say, trying to remain cool and collected.

“Good,” the dental assistant says. “Dr. Tooth will be right with you.”

Suddenly I find myself completely alone in this brilliant sterile room, my heart pounding hard in my chest as I try to ignore the strangeness of the situation. On one hand, I’m incredibly nervous to be here in a brand new office with a brand new dentist, but the particularly unusual questions about my butt have me wondering about how professional this place really is.

Still, there’s a part of my brain that is actually excited by the possibilities at hand. I’d be lying if I said that the sight of these rather phallic objects didn’t turn me on in some deeply rooted way, filling my body with a mixture of both anxiety and arousal. I can sense my cock getting hard within my pants, swelling up even more with every passing second as I wait for this handsome dentist to arrive.

“Meeper, it’s nice to meet you!” comes a warm and soulful voice from behind me. “I’m Dr. Tooth.”

I turn to see a handsome sabertooth cat enter the office, reaching out a hand and giving me a firm shake as he steps around the recliner. The dentist pulls out a chair of his own and sits across from me, immediately getting down to business.

“I hear you’ve been having a lot of pain in your mouth,” continues Dr. Tooth.

“Yeah, and it won’t go away,” I tell him. “I’m desperate. Nobody can tell me what’s wrong.”

“Well, lets have a look,” says Dr. Tooth, standing up again and stepping towards me. The massive prehistoric beast leans my chair back and asks me to open wide, so I do as I’m told, displaying my pearly whites.

The dentist gazes down into my throat, peering around with a tiny little flashlight.

“Uh huh… yep,” Dr. Tooth says, talking to himself as he makes his observations.

“What is it?” I ask. “Do you see anything?”

Dr. Tooth turns off his flashlight. “You say you’re brushing every morning and night?”

I nod.

“Flossing, too?” questions the dentist.

I shake my head. “Not all the time,” I admit.

“That’s fine that’s fine. It wouldn’t be causing the problem that we see here,” explains Dr. Tooth.

The dentist hesitates for a moment, combing through the filing cabinet of his mind for any kind of solution.

“Have you tried having a dick in your mouth?” Dr. Tooth asks.

My heart skips a beat as he says this, the arousal that courses through my veins surging hard and causing me to become fully erect. “No, I haven’t,” I finally admit.

“It’s probably worth a shot,” continues Dr. Tooth.

“I agree,” I tell him, trying not to show my excitement at the idea and remain as professional as possible in the face of this handsome sabertooth dentist.

Dr. Tooth stands and unzips his pants, pulling out an absolutely enormous cock. He steps forward and maneuvers his giant member towards my face, pressing its head up against my lips.

“Open wide and say ahh,” the prehistoric dentist instructs.

I do as I’m told, gladly accepting his enormous rod. Dr. Tooth holds his erect member still within my mouth, as though he’s trying to get a reading on things through the sensations within his dick.

“Any improvement?” the sabertooth questions.

I shake my head ever so slightly, offering a negative grunt.

Dr. Tooth nods and then begins to pump his cock in and out of me, slowly guiding his length across my wet lips.

“How about now?” the prehistoric beast asks.

I shake my head again.

“It’s worse than I thought,” Dr. Tooth announces. “I’m going to have to take this all the way.”

The next thing I know the handsome sabertooth is fucking my face with a steady erotic rhythm, rocking his hips back and forth as I consume his shaft. Dr. Tooth places his hands on the back of my head, holding me in place as I service him.  Eventually, the ancient dentist pushes his rod all the way down, so that it drifts deeper and deeper into my neck and only comes to a stop when my face is pressed up fully against his incredible, muscular abs.

Dr. Tooth holds me here as long as I can take, enjoying the expertly performed deep throat before finally letting me up for air. I gasp loudly, reeling from the experience as I struggle to collect my senses.

“How about now?” asks the doctor. “Your tooth still hurting?”
 My enjoyment of this erotic encounter has certainly taken the edge off, but if I’m being totally honest with myself, I don’t think my tooth is actually doing any better than before.

“I don’t think so,” I admit.

“Wow,” says Dr. Tooth, stepping back for a moment and sizing me up. “Let me ask you, do you have any pain in your butthole?”

I shake my head.

“Interesting,” the prehistoric feline says, his eyes narrowed in deep thought. “Our bodies are all connected, from your eyes to your hands to your spleen; it’s all working together. Sometimes these connections can manifest themselves in strange ways. I’m only mentioning this because it says on your charts that you’ve got a very cute butt, and that it’s also not getting pounded very often.”

“Is that a problem?” I ask.

“Well, yes and no,” explains the handsome sabertooth. “Some people can go their entire life without ever taking a pounding. Obviously, that sounds like a rather depressing life, but it can certainly be done. Other people stop taking pounds for less than a week and the next thing you know they’re having problems all over their body.”

“Like in their tooth?” I question.

“Exactly,” says the dentist with a nod. “I think that it’s entirely possible the toothache in your mouth is caused by the lack of dicks in your butt. That’s just science.”

“Wow, I had no idea,” I tell him.

“Well, lets not get too carried away,” explains the dentist. “We’ll need to preform some tests first. Why don’t you climb up onto your hands and knees and turn around?”
 I nod and then sit up on the reclined chair, turning around and popping my ass out towards the Dr. Tooth. I glance back over my shoulder to see the prehistoric cat looking through his assortment of butt plugs that have been laid out in the tray before him.

The dentist finally settles on a massive black plug and picks it up, stepping back over to me. “Alright, lets pull those pants down,” Dr. Tooth instructs.

I do as I’m told, unbutton my jeans and then slipping them down over the muscular curve of my ass. My underwear comes next and, soon enough, I am completely exposed.

“You weren’t kidding,” Dr. Tooth offers. “Very, very cute butt.”

“Thanks,” I tell him with a smile and a playful wink.

Dr. Tooth gives my buns a playful slap and then grabs a bottle of lube, pouring some out onto the butt plug in his opposite hand.

I watch as the slippery liquid runs down the side of this massive, phallic sex object, enjoying the way that it now glints in the brilliant light from overhead.

“Ready?” the sabertooth dentist asks.

I nod, then give my rump a little wiggle. “Let’s do this.”
 Immediately, I can feel Dr. Tooth pushing the enormous anal plug up against the tightly puckered rim of my asshole. I’m trying my best to relax, but the size of the butt plug is not an easy sell for the muscles of my sphincter.

“Deep breathes,” Dr. Tooth instructs.

I follow the dentist’s suggestion, breathing in and out very slowly for three meaningful pulses. On the last exhale, Dr. Tooth pushes forward and suddenly my asshole expands, allowing the giant plug to slip inside and fill me entirely.

“Oh my fucking god!” I cry out, gripping hard onto the chair below.

I can’t believe I was able to take that much in my ass, and although I am consumed by discomfort at first, it’s only a matter of seconds before my body starts to relax. Soon enough, the ache beings to subside and is replaced by a potent sense of pleasurable fullness, the likes of which I’ve never before experienced.

“That feels fucking amazing,” I tell the sabertooth.

“That’s good!” the beast replies. “How’s your tooth?”

I consider this a minute, checking in with myself now that most of the focus has gone to my butt. Unfortunately, I’m disappointed with what I find. My tooth is no better than before.

“I don’t think this is working,” I tell Dr. Tooth.

The dentist considers this for a moment. “I think we need to go harder.”

“Harder?” I question.

“This is a very serious case,” the sabertooth explains. “You need the real thing.”

I nod, then gasp as the butt plug is suddenly removed from my anus. The next thing I know, there is a great weight on the chair behind me as Dr. Tooth climbs up into position. I can feel the head of his enormous prehistoric cock being aligned with my tight anal entrance, and I brace myself for impact.

“Here we go,” announces Dr. Tooth.

The massive sabertooth tiger slides into my butthole in one long, firm thrust, causing me to let out a startled howl of both pain and pleasure. I reach down between my legs and grab ahold of my hanging cock, stroking myself off in time with Dr. Tooth’s confident pulses within my ass.

My prehistoric lover starts slowly at first, picking up speed with every slam of his hips against my muscular backside.

Immediately, I start to feel a strange orgasmic sensation bubbling up from deep within me, the feeling spreading through my body like a warm, blissful liquid that spills across my veins. The longer we go, the more powerful it gets, until eventually I am shaking hard with pleasure.

“Give it to me!” I begin to scream, overwhelmed with arousal. “Fuck me up the ass like a good sabertooth dentist! Pound me with that massive prehistoric dick!”

“How’s your tooth?” the dentist asks me in return, all business.

I think about this for a moment, running my tongue across the top of its white cap. I’m shocked at what I find.

“Oh my god!” I announce with complete surprise. “It’s feeling better!”

Dr. Tooth slaps me on the rump in jovial excitement. “That’s great news! The only way to fix your mouth is to fix your butthole, and we’re well on our way to a pounding that should hold you over for many years to come!”

Enthusiastic with our results, I hunker down and grab even tighter to the chair, anchoring myself with one hand while I continue to beat myself off frantically with the other. I’m rapidly approaching the edge of a powerful orgasm, and not at all interested in holding back.

“I’m gonna cum!” I tell the sabertooth dentist.

“Do it!” he commands, giving it to me with everything he’s got. The prehistoric beast is ramming into my butthole with all of his force now, an anal jackhammer pounding away at my deepest, darkest depths in a primal gay fuckfest.

Suddenly, the orgasm hits me hard. I throw my head back and let out a wild scream, my voice echoing out loudly through the entire dental clinic. My entire being is consumed with pleasure, every nerve of my body struggling to accommodate the feelings that wash over me like a tidal wave. Jizz ejects hard from the head of my dick, splattering across the chair below.

Meanwhile, the handsome dentist has not slowed down for a second.

“Is your tooth better?” the prehistoric creature demands to know, a frantic desperation in his voice.

I consider his question for a moment, then my eyes go wide with surprise. “Yes!” I tell him. “Oh my god! The pain is gone!”

“Good!” exclaims the sabertooth. “It’s time to seal it up then.”

Suddenly, Dr. Tooth pulls out of me and stands upright on the chair, frantically beating himself off. “Lay under me and open wide,” the gorgeous dentist instructs.

I do as I’m told, spinning around and then slipping down the recliner until I am lying right below the enormous prehistoric beast’s cock, which he continues to stroke with reckless abandon.

“Smile!” Dr. Tooth demands.

I give him a wide, open-mouthed grin and suddenly the expression is met with a cascade of jizz, the dentist’s pearly spunk spilling across me in several payloads of cum. The warm liquid covers my face and mouth, creating a thick milky sheen across my teeth.

When the sabertooth finally finishes he steps back, sweaty and exhausted as he struggles to collect himself.

“That was amazing,” Dr. Tooth tells me. “Great work, Meeper.”

I start to respond but the prehistoric creature puts a finger up to stop me. “Oh no,” the dentist says, shaking his head. “No words, not yet. You need to let the sealant set for at least fifteen minutes.”

I nod back at him, my mouth still held open and covered in cum.

“I’m going to go clean up,” Dr. Tooth announces. “My assistant will be in here shortly to help you. Very, very nice work today.”

The sabertooth gives me a friendly pat on the shoulder as he leaves, a job well done.

After the weeks of horrible pain that I experienced before meeting Dr. Tooth, I would feel like a complete asshole if I didn’t return to his clinic and thank him personally for his service. I’m so satisfied with the results that I’ve brought along a handwritten note and a gift card for the handsome creature, a token of my gratitude.

The first strange thing that I notice on the drive over is that the billboard is nowhere to be found. It’s not just that the advertisement for Sabertooth Dentistry has been changed to something new, it’s that the entire structure is missing.

At first, I’m convinced that I must’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere along the way, but as I investigate further I find that everything else on this street is exactly the same.

Eventually, I pull up to Dr. Tooth’s dental clinic and am shocked by what I find. Where the building once stood is an old, dilapidated ruin, the walls caving in on themselves and overgrown with vines. The windows have all been boarded up, and the ones that haven’t are broken out and smashed.

I park and climb out of my car, my mind struggling to understand what I’m seeing. I was just here two days ago, and yet the decay of this structure suggests that it’s been closed down for years.

I suddenly notice someone walking by on the sidewalk, clad in a standard issue dental assistant uniform.

“Hey!” I shout, running over to them. “Excuse me, but do you work here?”

The man looks over my shoulder at the crumbling building. “Here?” he replies with a laugh. “Are you serious?”

“You’re wearing the uniform,” I counter.

The man looks down at himself and then chuckles. “Oh yeah. No, I’m just walking to work. I’m at Dr. Pete Riker’s clinic. It’s just about a mile from here.”

I’m lost in a sea of confusion, desperately trying to figure out if this is all just some elaborate prank. “You don’t work for Dr. Tooth?” I ask.

The handsome dental assistant shakes his head. “The sabertooth tiger? He’s been dead for ten years now. That was his clinic right over there.”
 It suddenly hits me. Dr. Tooth had been a phantom this whole time.

“I’m gonna be late,” the dental assistant announces before continuing on his way. “I’m sorry.”
 I’m left standing in complete shock, slowly turning around to gaze at the ruins of Sabertooth Dental, still thankful for the prehistoric ghost who helped me out when I needed it the most.