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“Your name?” the doctor asked.
The redhead shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “I thought we weren’t using names."
The doctor eyed him. “We won’t in the study. You’ll be...let’s see...Subject 08-567.”
“Oh,” the man said. “In that case, it’s Crowley.” He reddened when he saw the doctor jot something down. “This is for scientific advancement, right, Dr…?”
“A.Z. Fell,” the doctor replied. And then to himself: “Like it says on the desk.” His pen tapped on a nameplate that divided them.
“Right,” Crowley said. “And you’ve done this before?”
Dr. Fell nodded. “Over one hundred subjects.” He shifted in his chair and pushed his clipboard forward a few inches, eyeing the new prospect carefully.
“You’re sexually active?”
Crowley signaled the affirmative with a slight smile. “Very.”
“Married?” the doctor asked.
“No,” Crowley answered. “You?” He was observing the doctor’s gold wedding band.
“Yes, happily for several years,” the doctor responded with little enthusiasm.
“And what does your husband think about all this?” Crowley pressed.
The doctor blinked and took off his glasses. “Wife."
Crowley raised his eyebrows.
“I’m an OBGYN. She stopped asking questions about my professional duties long ago. As for me, I still have ten questions left for you. Do you mind if we get on?”
Crowley nodded as the doctor completed the intake questionnaire. At the end, he escorted his subject into a small room with a single bed. Other than some blinking medical equipment, there was little to elaborate upon about the interior.
“Please take off your shirt,” the doctor asked as he bent over a nest of wires. “You can sit.”
Crowley scooted onto the bed and pulled his t-shirt off, leaving only a thin ascot tie.
The doctor glanced up and something passed over his face, inscrutable. “That too,” he added.
Crowley smiled easily and discarded the tie. “And now?” he asked.
“Lie back,” Dr. Fell intoned. Crowley grimaced as the doctor applied petroleum jelly to his pulse points, chest, abdomen, and legs. After, he attached wires with medical tape that Crowley imagined would hurt when finally ripped off. For now, there was little discomfort, other than the task he knew was inevitably ahead.
The doctor finished a few last checks on his equipment and settled in a chair just two feet away. His notebook and pencil were clenched tightly in each hand. “When you’re ready,” he said.
Crowley blanched. “Just...how should I?”
The doctor didn’t hold back a scowl and eye roll in response. “However you do when you’re alone will be just fine,” he instructed. His glasses were back on, although Crowley didn’t remember him doing so. Crowley regarded him for a moment, remarking on the doctor’s icy blonde hair. It didn’t seem to fit his fussy, slightly impatient personality. When he wasn’t speaking, the doctor looked a little bit more like an angel under the dim light.
Crowley knew no more instructions were coming, so he turned his attention to a side table. A bottle of lubricant was stark and bold on a silver tray. Humming a little, Crowley gripped it and began to unbutton his pants. In a flash, he was on his back, face tilted toward the doctor.
“You’re going to watch?” he asked. His cheeks were tinged pink, mouth half open.
The doctor sighed lightly. “That is the point,” he reminded.
Crowley bit his lip and pushed down his tight black pants and all. He felt the cold whisper of hospital air settle on his lap and upper thighs and he shivered slightly. With a deep sigh, he closed his eyes and squirted the lubricant on his hand. It was warm and inviting.
His right hand settled over his sleeping cock and coated it generously. It took a few strokes to get hard and in the mood, as much as one could in the sterile environment. He heard the scratching of a pencil and stopped his ministrations.
“Er, do you mind?” he asked.
The doctor glanced up with some surprise. “Ah, I’ll try to write more lightly.”
Crowley settled back down and worked more vigorously on himself. His left hand slid up to rub his chest and abdomen, barely flicking his left nipple. His groin tilted up a few inches in gratitude. Crowley stroked harder and let a groan escape his mouth. Even in these weird circumstances he couldn’t deny the pleasure spreading through his body.
His head rolled back on a flat pillow as he continued, now letting his idle hand reach down to cup his balls. He thought he heard a small noise and opened his eyes to find the doctor watching him intently.
“Like what you see?” Crowley couldn’t help himself. The doctor flushed and shifted his attention back to his notes, scribbling furiously.
Crowley laughed silently but remembered the look in the doctor’s eyes. For a man of science, it had sure looked suspiciously like wantonness to an outsider. Crowley found his hips moving of their own accord now, and he spread the lube that was melting from his grasp lower into the crevice that divided his legs. Under his balls, pushing closer to home. His fingers slid in.
He definitely heard a gasp now and stared openly at the doctor. Refusing to break eye contact, Crowley held his gaze like a hostage. His moans were coming louder now, especially when he noticed how hard the doctor held his writing instrument.
“Dr. Fell…” Crowley keened. “I’m so close…”
The doctor’s eyes were ablaze. If he was supposed to be taking any notes he was failing miserably. Instead, his tortured face was rabid with desire. His panting nearly matched that of his subject, who was now yanking at himself with alarming speed.
“Yes,” Crowley whimpered. “Yes! Look at me.”
The doctor did, and it finally undid the squirming man on the bed. His head fell back and he groaned as he came into a covered fist. With time, his hands fell away and he lay spent on the platform. Still gasping slightly, he stared down the doctor like prey in the field.
“Mm,” he said at last. “Did I pass the test?”
Dr. Fell clutched his clipboard and rose awkwardly. “Yes, well...that will do,” he said stuffily. The doctor refused to meet his eyes.
Crowley twitched when the wires were removed. The tape pulled at his chest hair as he’d predicted, but there was more pleasure in the pain than he’d anticipated.