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Merlin was nervous. But he supposed anyone would be if they were in his position. A fish out of water; moving from his little village to a huge city, and in a whole new country nonetheless. It may as well have been a different planet for all that he understood about his surroundings.
Less than a month in his new apartment, and he’d been trying to take the tension off. Culture shock was exhausting. But, he was an idiot. And was now suffering from an embarrassing medical emergency -- a cheap vibrating phallus having slipped his grip and been lost inside his arsehole. The next three hours had been increasingly stressful as he tried and failed to remove it.
Perhaps, the worst part was that it was still vibrating, his cock remaining achingly, unrelentingly hard. Even now, when he was nearly shaking with nerves, it strained humiliatingly against the thin cotton gown he’d been supplied. It wasn’t even pleasurable anymore, it just made him feel sick and now he was in this ridiculous situation.
He sat tensely on the paper covered medical bed, careful not to look at or touch the stirrups that were pushed to the sides near his thighs. A clock above the door ticked loudly. He couldn't even read the medical posters. Granted, it was easy to deduce what some of them were about based on the pictures and drawings. But in point of fact, he felt rather mocked by the artist's almost cartoonish renderings of male and female reproductive systems. His body wasn't exactly binary like the neat little diagrams showed, splitting the diversity of the human form into two distinct categories when each one was different, down to the DNA. But, that was harder to teach and harder to understand. So, it had always been hard to find good doctors, ones who weren't bigoted or ignorant to his body. Here in this strange new place, he had no idea what to expect.
When he'd accepted that the vibrator was just not going to come out and he was officially in over his head, there had been some frantic internet searching. Followed by some terrible translating and an awkward drive to the address he’d found. Perhaps it was how nice the office building looked as he pulled up to park, or perhaps just his mind clouded over with humiliation and lust, but Merlin did not once doubt the veracity of the 'medical clinic' he'd found his way to.
In the waiting room, the receptionist had been lovely, doing her best to help him. But, the language barrier was truly abysmal. Not to mention the subject matter itself. He'd mostly just nodded with his face cherry red, pointed and pantomimed, until he’d finally been given a clipboard. Oh, right. Medical forms. His heart sunk as he took in the unfamiliar letters. Even with his dictionary, the internet, and the lovely receptionist, it was still like trying to solve a puzzle where he was missing pieces. There were some points where Merlin had gotten so frustrated he’d just signed and hoped for the best. Finally, he was given his pale, thin cotton gown and sent into a room.
Deep inside him, the vibrator's battery struggled feebly on. Sometimes the cursed thing would get a sudden burst of energy. The dying vibrations would kick back up a notch, causing him to spasm and hiss, trapped between pleasure and pain. On the edge of fear and arousal. Merlin was cringing at the crinkling paper sound when there was a knock on the door.Typical of most doctors, Merlin wasn't given the chance to respond before the thick metal swung inwards. It revealed two of the handsomest men he'd ever seen; one in a white medical coat and the other in green scrubs.
The doctor in white had a head of golden blonde hair and ocean blue eyes that scanned over Merlin like he was a fascinating specimen. Even with the white coat, it was easy to see the man was built nicely. He’s like a storybook prince, Merlin thought just a bit dreamily. He also had a name badge, and Merlin thought it read 'Dr. Pendragon'. The nurse had longer, brown hair that was tied up, though a few strands had escaped to hang around a chiseled jaw, and a killer grin. He gave off the general impression of a charming rouge, even in garish green. He moved closer to Merlin immediately, speaking in a deep, beautiful way that Merlin was helpless to understand, beyond the friendly tone. With his limited vocabulary (some of which had been picked up in the last hour), he thought he caught 'hello' and 'doctor'. The man also gestured to his own name badge, and at least he could understand the letters well enough to know it read 'Gwaine Greene'. The man repeated his first name with emphasis.
Merlin nodded and smiled back, even if it felt a bit wobbly. As the blonde man shut the door behind him, he moved closer. With him came a noise; squeaky wheels on linoleum. The doctor positioned a tool cart nearby the table. His gaze locked onto the shiny metal objects, which nearly glistened in the harsh light. There were some which he couldn't even imagine the purpose of, which only served to unnerve him. Merlin's breath sped up.
Gwaine, seeming to sense his nervousness, patted his back companionably. Then he asked him a question, slowly as though it would help him understand better. It didn’t but he appreciated the thought.
Merlin bit his lip...it sounded like an offer, maybe? Deciding to trust his gut instinct and just wanting to get this over with, he (hesitantly) nodded again.
Then regretted it almost immediately as the nurse moved over to the cart. The two medical men shared a few words in calm, low tones, before they were busy preparing... Oh. Oh gods. Dr.Pendragon was drawing a clear liquid carefully into a syringe. Not a large dose, but Merlin still felt fear curl in his belly. It was interrupted by another spasm as the toy inside of him vibrated a bit stronger in a pathetically determined kind of way. (Not that sex toys could be sentient. Even if someone had say, used a lot of magic on one. Which they didn't.)
Merlin’s fists clenched where he held them over his lap. There was a noise to his right, and Merlin realized he’d shut his eyes. He opened them just in time for his arm to be firmly but gently gripped in the nurse’s large gloved hand. The injection was done so quickly, with barely a pinprick of pain, that it might’ve not happened at all except for the white bandage that was quickly wrapped around his arm, covering the tiny wound. He tried to remain calm, but his breathing sped up all the same where he sat in his thin gown.
And as he wondered what he’d been given, he waited for his body to react. Because of this he became hyper-aware of his very nearly naked state. It was bloody freezing in here anyway--his nipples were sharp points in the heavily air conditioned room and he hunched forward to hide them. His fists remained clenched, held protectively over his crotch.
The nurse rubbed his back, seeming to sense his distress. The tone of his voice was warm, deep. He was close enough that the vibrations rolled over Merlin and he felt his eyelids flutter shut again before jerking back open once he heard footsteps.
Dr. Pendragon finally strode forward, pulling on his own latex gloves. The man’s plush lips moved, his voice was soothing and even. There was just...something about him. Merlin bit his lip and decided that it was mostly in the golden man's eyes; like he understood that Merlin was simply not. The two made eye contact, and held it. For a breath, two, three. Then something happened that Merlin had never known could be experienced with a virtual stranger--they spoke without speaking. A conversation happening within the silence, just looking into one another.
The nurse’s voice broke the bizarre world bending moment of familiarity and Dr. Pendragon was the one who looked away, clearing his throat as he sat down on a little mobile stool. The smile he gave as he wheeled closer to the table was reassuring.
Then even that was taken from Merlin; the two medical men pulled on sterile paper masks, obscuring the lower halves of their faces. Leaving him with only their heated eyes, watching him.
The doctor patted Merlin's covered knee, very lightly and said something to the nurse who nodded. It was such a gentle, nothing touch but it was enough to set the patient’s heart aflame, a blush crawling up from his cheeks and his ears. He wished he could hide himself behind a mask, too. Just to be a bit less exposed. But, he knew the opposite was about to happen.
The nurse had given up trying to communicate verbally, and began to adjust him physically. Large, gloved hands laid him down on the table, and gently drew his arms away from his laps and to his sides. Humiliation burned through him as he knew the men could not fail to see his body’s aroused state. Knew they saw the sharp points of his nipples and the straining shape of his erection. They spoke to each other and he hated that they could be saying anything to each other about him, as long as it was said in that same calm tone. He wanted to die, hoped a hole would open and let him fall through it forever. But, then each man grabbed a leg, lifting and settling them into the stirrups, increasing his feeling of vulnerability by...well, a lot. Any defensiveness he might’ve had, fizzled out in the face of it, leaving him wracked again by his body’s urges.
Dr. Pendragon gently pressed his latex-covered fingers against the insides of Merlin's thighs until his legs were spread to his satisfaction. The humiliation burned alongside the flame of his arousal. He fought to remain calm, to act as composed as they were acting. Merlin stared at the ceiling, white except for the water stains. And a few other mystery stains.
The cool air made him gasp, legs tensing in the stirrups as the doctor lifted Merlin's gown. Gloved hands pushed it further up until it bunched up at his waist. Merlin threw his arms over his face, hiding from the reality of the situation and their reaction (disgust or fetishism? was there nothing in between? no way he could be seen with this part of himself, rather than as it?). He knew what he looked like --inflamed small pink cock that strained towards his bellybutton, and where testicles would normally be was a vulva, with flesh that glistened in the fluorescent light. But, his arsehole was the main problem; it was red and swollen, shiny with oil from the many attempts at getting the toy out.
There were some soft words from the doctor before his latex covered fingers began pressing at his anus. Merlin twitched but forced himself to still. The nurse rested a large hand over the patient's stomach and rubbed a little comforting circle there. Betraying him even further, Merlin's dick jerked.
The doctor's thumbs spread his hole without using much force. Merlin practically vibrated on the table, utterly vulnerable before their gazes. The doctor pulled back, but one thumb remained pressed against his hole like a reassurance. There was the sound of metal clinking against metal, of instruments being grabbed. A bottle cap opening and the lewd sound of lubricant exiting the container. Dr. Pendragon said something to the nurse, at least Merlin assumed that he was talking to the nurse. It was hard to focus on anything else but the firm pressure of his thumb. Especially when it began to rub small coaxing circles around his sore, furled opening. Gwaine replied, mirroring the circular rhythm as he rubbed comfortingly at the patient's abdomen.
Merlin began to feel a bit light headed, and finally felt his frantic pulse beginning to slow. Oh. Whatever was in the syringe must finally be kicking in. A sedative, he realized. The men observed as their patient's muscles began to relax, allowing himself to go limp into the hold of the stirrups. The dazed floaty feeling didn't mean he was numb or incoherent. And he felt it when the nurse’s hand slid further up his chest to rub at the sharp points of his nipples as they pressed against his gown. It sent little sparks of pleasure down his spine to feel the heat and strength, almost a relief from the chill. Very distantly, he knew this was definitely not standard procedure. At least not where he was from. But, it was so difficult to gather his thoughts, to try and raise some indignation when his body was practically crying out for attention.
His newly relaxed state didn't stop Merlin from jerking so hard he nearly fell off the table, when the doctor's warm thumb vanished to be replaced with something cold and metal. Gwaine's strong arms catch him before he slips off. The paper and the table crinkle, creak and groan under his weight. Merlin remains submissive when he’s resettled and hardly even twitches when a soft band is drawn over his midsection, strapping him in place. Part of his floating logic, almost wants to try and pull away when his arms are lifted and strapped above his head. He hadn’t even noticed there were restraints there before. Finally his calves are buckled into the stirrups.
Instead of fear, Merlin finds himself feeling more secure, safer and perhaps...like he doesn't need to try and hold back from these sensations anymore, like he can just accept the circumstances. As such he doesn’t even jerk when the metal returns to his entrance. It's still so cold and almost violating when it enters his anus. The doctor presses it forward, not roughly or painfully--but in an inexorable, unignorable slide of cool metal against his heated insides.
Abruptly the speculum jars the vibrator, accidentally pushing it just a bit deeper inside the patient who writhes in his bonds. His mouth falls open in a sound he's not sure he's ever made before. The nurse's thumbs rub over his nipples again, soothing and arousing Merlin in turns. Then the metal twists and begins to open. Merlin's lips parting as his hole is slowly winched open. It keeps going, spreading him wide, so wide that tears begin to prick at the corner of his eyes and he squirms a bit [the paper crinkles beneath him, the table groans and hinges squeak], even if there is nowhere to go.
Dr. Pendragon's voice is like low thunder. Merlin wishes he understood him, could ask questions and demand answers. But all he can do is lie there, spread open for their inspection. The cool air invades his insides, and his eyes fall shut at the feeling. It's bizarre and violating but his cock remains swollen. There are more metal sounds and then something bumps against the metal of the speculum, another metal tool being inserted inside the patient’s body. It only takes a moment for the doctor to grab the still weakly vibrating toy with what are essentially tongs and pull it out. The feeling of it leaving his stretched asshole, makes Merlin cry out, body jerking against his restraints. He tries to clench around the sensation but is held fast, the clutch of his body unable to overpower the speculum's influence. The nurse gently twists a nipple between his fingers and the sensory overload pushes him over into an orgasm so intense that he blanks out for a bit.
The patient pants, having covered his abdomen in a few strips of come. The toy is shut off and placed aside. Dr.Pendragon's fingers however don't go far, two gloved ones dip back inside him. They press and rub gently at the tender muscle, searching for blood or any other problems. The prodding is enough to have Merlin shivering, over sensitive, and mind still hazy. It's a relief when the speculum is finally shuttered and removed, clinking against the metal tray.
The doctor's little chair squeaks as he moves away. Merlin clenches around the emptiness inside of him; it's mostly a relief. Yet a part of him aches. In fact, even after his initial orgasm, his cock remains hard. He is distantly aware of their low conversation, but mostly he's thinking about the almost painful emptiness in his ass...and cunt.
Another bottle is opened, the label indecipherable, and clear liquid squirted onto the nurse's fingers as he takes a seat on the recently vacated chair. This time he’s the one who scoots between Merlin's legs, one hand going to grip a pale thigh; as if he needs to keep him open, as though he isn't helplessly confined. Gwaine presses his fingers against the patient's swollen anus and begins to gently massage the ointment into the delicate muscle. There is a pleasant tingling sensation, almost numbing. A relief that he didn't even know he needed.
His eyes fall shut despite everything so he doesn’t see which one of them carefully wipes away the cum that had splattered along the patient's belly. A hand carefully grips his sensitive member and wipes at the head. Merlin squirms a bit but he's soothed by deep voices and a caress to his hip. When the nurse murmurs something, Merlin thinks he can recognize the word ‘good’ and his mind imagines it as praise for his orgasm and can’t help but let out a breathy groan. Then the fingers are gone and it's over.
Merlin genuinely believes for a moment that his weird little appointment is over and done with. Part of him wants to shrivel up and die when remembering that he just came all over the place, but he doesn’t feel judged or embarrassed. In fact, they’d rather acted as if the whole thing was normal.
The two medical men speak in low voices, breaking into his thoughts, carrying on a full on conversation. He doesn’t open his eyes but he doesn’t need to, to know they’re looking at him and that they're talking about him. Distantly, he wonders why he’s still in the restraints.
More movement and more metal noises. Helplessly stretched out, Merlin almost cries when a gloved hand grips his penis. It's both terrible and so, so good. He opens his eyes just in time to see the long, thin metal rod held in the nurse's fingers. It shines with lube in the harsh light. A pitiful sounding cry escapes him and he tries to move away. But even as he struggles, the bonds hold him fast. And the sedative means he's out of energy quite quickly.
He can't look away though--as the smooth metal presses against the slit at the head of his cock. With the barest of pressure from the nurse, it slips inside and his mouth falls wide open, his thighs stiffening. The sounding rod spears him in the strangest way, overwhelming in its intensity, the most intimate thing he's ever felt. So much so that it seems like it has to be wrong--against nature for this orifice to be invaded. And yet, the sheer amount of nerves means he's nearly shaking apart when the round point of the rod finally nestles flush against his slit, when the entire thing has vanished. It’s so bizarre to feel the cool metal deep inside a part of himself that he’d hardly given much thought to. He doesn't think he could feel anything more intense but, when the nurse begins to slowly remove the sound, the patient ends up keening, loud and high pitched.
Dr. Pendragon is by his side before he's even stopped yelling. One hand buries itself in his inky black hair, stroking the curls, while his other gloveless thumb enters his mouth and presses firmly against his tongue. Seeking comfort from the strange pleasure his body is unsure of, Merlin closes his lips around the digit and sucks, brows furrowing. The doctor makes a pleased humming noise that transcends language barriers.
The sound is inserted and removed several times and each time the patient's legs jerk in the stirrups and he suckles at the doctor's thumb, almost whimpering around it. He's desperate for something he can't even concentrate enough to name. Dr. Pendragon pets his tongue with the flat of his thumb as he exchanges a few words with his nurse, who hands him a scalpel from the tray. Merlin can't work up the energy to be alarmed before the gown is carefully cut away from his body. The doctor tugs it away with both hands and the cool air has him jerking in his bonds, the table creaking.
"Ah! Please!" He cries, not even sure what he's begging for. For it to end? To continue? In the end it doesn’t matter what he wants because what he gets are their hands, caressing him, soothing him and essentially shushing him as they talk to each other over his naked, aroused body.
Gwaine as the nurse moves over to the cabinets against the wall where Merlin loses sight of him. The patient takes the opportunity to rest, mind floating above him as the two men set up the next phase of whatever experiment they have planned. When he next opens his eyes, it's to see a machine. Quite frankly it’s a rather intimidating machine-- a thrusting apparatus topped with a plain, smooth metal phallus on the end. Gwaine drags a cord over to the nearest outlet while Dr. Pendragon adjusts the head of the impalement device until it brushes up against the flesh of his vulva. Merlin shivers and groans. Gwaine returned and rubs at the patient’s thigh; his mouth hidden by his mask but eyes warm.
Dr. Pendragon is the one who flicks the switch; gently turning the knob on the remote until the smooth tip of the protrusion slips with humiliating ease between his folds and into his slick cunt. Like everything else today, the sensation is electric; a breaching impalement. But, his body (and mind) respond to the physicality, to the rhythmic, primal motion of being fucked. The intense arousal sparking through him is stunning enough on its own. But this...he'd never really cared much for the feeling of being fucked in his cunt; many reasons came to mind. This particular aspect of his anatomy sometimes made him wary,uncertain, dysphoric and now, oh...oh now... the sensation is almost too much. A thousand nerve endings being set alight. The machine spears him, parts his wet body for the clinical rod. It goes slow at first, with shallow thrusts. They test his limits, sometimes hurting but never for long. Someone is moaning, breathless and shaky. The sound echoes around the brightly lit room and he bites his lip because oh, it's him that sounds like they're being wrecked because he is.
Gwaine's gloved fingers go to his labia, holding him open for the machine as it speeds up. Merlin can't stop babbling. "Please, oh. Oh fuck. Oh gods. Uh uh uh." The breath is knocked from him with each thrust, his body jostled but held secure. Another wave of humiliated arousal rolls over him as he hears the wet noises his body makes in response.
The sensations are overwhelming and soon tears begin to roll down his face even while he moans weakly. The machine slows but doesn't stop completely, a persistent intrusion and removal. Warm fingers are touching his chin, turning his head gently to the side. When he opens his eyes, inches from his face, is the prettiest dick he's ever seen. It's perfect in possibly every way a cock could be (at least to Merlin's specifications); length wise, girth wise, colored a beautiful blushing red and surrounded by trimmed wiry blonde hair. The good doctor runs his fingers through Merlin’s hair, a question on his face.
Merlin nearly goes cross eyed, staring at that which has been fished from expensive looking trousers and silk boxers. The black haired beauty readily opens his lips for it, eyes falling half lidded. The length of it is heady in his mouth and he loses himself in the soothing (almost) innocent comfort of the natural act of suckling.
Dr. Pendragon rests his hand over Merlin's stomach again, able to feel the slight movement of the merciless machine entering and exiting the patient's body. The blonde man speaks to his nurse, calm, cool and collected as his cock is encased in his patient’s mouth. And indeed, when the machine speeds up and almost knocks the breath from him, Merlin just sucks quicker, brows furrowed and drool collecting around his lips.
The metal machine presses unerringly against his g-spot, and unbeknownst to him, he's dripping down onto the paper beneath his hips, a creamy foam collecting at the junction where the machine fucks into his cunt. He nearly falls into a meditative state, being rocked by consistent orgasmic contractions, suckling to the same rhythm, his body melting into pleasure. It builds and builds in a steady crescendo.
When he cums again it hits him like a shock, body jerking almost violently. He suckles frantically, lost to sensation. The doctor's breathing goes uneven, and the hand in his hair tightens a bit (the only sign the blonde man has given to the mouth around him). Even after Merlin's orgasm passes, the medical men allow the machine to rock into his wet, dripping, clenching body, his mouth open and drooling around the doctor’s dick. Only when he begins making pained pitiful noises, is the machine turned of and the doctor's member removed. Merlin bites back a whine at the loss.
Merlin's cock is finally beginning to soften, no longer looking painfully swollen but still drools with cum. When the nurse steps between his thighs, rolling a condom down over his own dick, Merlin is unprepared for just how good it would feel when Gwaine presses the head of it against his cunt and rocks forward until the tip breaches him. Merlin lets out a shuddering moan at the sensation, so different from the clinical metal tools; it’s hot and alive as it fills him, setting his nerve endings alight.
"Ah...ah...oh..."He breathes, unable to even get the energy up to move anymore. He is limp as his body is fucked, eyes rolling back in their sockets, sweat cooling even as he twitches a bit with over-sensitivity.The nurse grunts, saying things that sound approving, gripping the sides of the stirrups for support as he moved, ignoring the loud noises it made. The room echoes with the lewd sound of flesh meeting wet flesh. Even with a condom on, Merlin can feel it when the man comes, fucking through his orgasm into the wet heat. The nurse pulls out and away. There is not much time to feel the cruel emptiness because immediately there to replace him is Dr. Pendragon and his perfect dick.They share another moment of prolonged eye contact, before he too is entering his patient.
Merlin lets out a weak cry, oversensitive but craving this man's cock, his sex, his cum so badly it almost frightens him. He’s jostled on the table, fucked so perfectly that tears well up and slide down his temples. The doctor is stoic at first, like this is just another part of the procedure. But as the moments pass, pleasure overrides professionalism, and his hips lose rhythm. The blonde man thrusts into him a bit wildly, and he bites back groans, whispers curses under his breath. When Dr. Pendragon finally comes, Merlin is close behind. He nearly weeps through yet another orgasm that seems to go on and on. When it’s over, he slumps, sure he's been milked dry.
The next hour passes with a blur as he’s carefully cleaned and released from the table. When he stands up with shaky legs, he’ll discover the embarrassingly large wet spot of slick on the paper below his hips. The men help him to the bathroom, but it's Dr. Pendragon who catches him when he nearly topples over while trying to change, legs still wobbly.
Or rather, it’s “Arthur”,( the man says pointing at himself), who gives him his number and a beautiful grin before Merlin leaves the building. For a long moment he stares back up at the innocent appearing office and shakes his head as he waddles to his car. Whatever the fuck had just happened, he felt better than he had in a long time. And he might just be starting to get used to this place. Maybe with Arthur’s help, it would become familiar in no time (even if he was probably not an actual doctor).