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Aizen yawned longly after the patient left the room, cracking his knuckles before picking up the clipboard and running his eyes over the next name to be called.
In short, calm steps, he walked to the majestic white door that led to the waiting room, poking his head out as he said the name written on the file.
"Kurosaki Ichigo" the tone of his voice was professional and kind. The doctor scanned the room, meeting eyes with a teenage boy, who was quite tall and slender, handsome. Sousuke had expected him to be the companion for one of his patients, but he was surprised when the young man shyly rose from his seat and walked head down into his office. His head was confused for a few seconds, until he realized that his patient was a transgender boy and went back to his usual professionalism. He closed the door and returned to his chair, studying the papers in front of him.
"So, Kurosaki Ichigo... Seventeen years old and just turned it... Last week. Am I right?"
The boy curled up slowly in the seat, playing with his fingers, eyes fixed on the floor, subtly biting his lower lip as his face flushed. The thought of that act being adorable crossed Aizen's head, but it quickly dissipated.
"Um... Yes, sir." He confirmed the information in an almost inaudible volume.
"How can I help you, Kurosaki-san? What brought you here?"
Ichigo had an even more shy behavior, fidgeting with his hands restlessly and stumbling over words in an unusually low voice.
"I... um... It's no big deal, no health problem, I think. I just think... t-that there's s-something wrong with me." A sudden heat coursed through Aizen's back with that soft and sweet voice of his patient. He felt kind of guilty about it, that a teenager who hadn't even left high school had caught his attention, but he couldn't fight it.
"First time without your parents?" he asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Yes... why?" The doctor was pleased in a way he shouldn't have been, examining the teenager closely.
"You don't have to be nervous. It's an embarrassing thing for a young gentleman to see the gynecologist for the first time, but you're in good hands, you'll be very well treated, I promise, dear." the doctor offered a gentle smile. "You think there's something wrong with you. Can you explain why?"
The question seemed to stir him even more, but the red-haired boy took a deep breath, building up his courage.
"My genitals... M-My vagina... I don't think it works like it should."
Thinking about Ichigo's vagina didn't help the wicked thoughts that invaded the older man's head. Kurosaki was an undeniably attractive boy. Puffy lips. Shy attitude. Defined muscles. Tall, thin in the right measure. Well dressed. Beautiful eyes. A nice ass. Thighs he'd like to squeeze. The combo of that wonderful body plus a beautiful young pussy would be a temptation for Aizen that he would like to succumb.
Aizen jotted something down on his clipboard, carefully studying the young boy, swallowing hard.
"Go ahead."
"I don't feel anything unusual, there are no signs of inappropriate vaginal discharge, b-but... I've never had an orgasm before... and I can't have one on my own..." Ichigo's voice dropped a note with every word spoken.
Sousuke looked up, eyebrows raised, curious. He could barely disguise his heated body and strained breathing.
"I see... Would you mind if I did a physical to make sure your vagina is okay?"
Kurosaki blushed more than Aizen thought possible to exist on the red hue scale.
"N-No, no problem." he stuttered "Just... Just be nice, I've never really visited a gynecologist before, so..."
Aizen felt his cock throbbing indiscreetly beneath the fabric. He knew he had to be strictly professional, and he'd never felt any desire for any of the women he'd attended, but that boy... He was too adorable to handle. Ichigo was messing with him in a way he couldn't explain. He hoped not to get aroused as he examined what Kurosaki had between his legs.
"It's okay. I won't hurt you." His big, heavy hand landed on Ichigo's, caressing the back of his hand tenderly.
He thought he felt Ichigo shudder and heard him sigh, but thought he was hallucinating.
The younger boy got up, lost, not knowing what to do.
"What do I need to do? U-Undress myself?"
"Yes, Ichigo-kun. Take off your clothes and lie down on the stretcher, I'll examine you."
Aizen quickly turned onto his back, focused on washing his hands and putting on his gloves, as he didn't know if he would have the self-control to stop himself from jumping on Kurosaki as he undressed.
He wished he didn't need gloves to clearly feel the heat of that tight cunt, the wetness on his fingers as Ichigo got aroused. He imagined his clit pulsing under his finger, his sweet entrance engulfing his phalanges. His mind wandered away, picturing himself between Ichigo's legs, eating his pussy, rubbing his face against his hot, wet labia.
"Doctor Aizen, I'm ready."
Then he snapped back to reality, horrified and horny by his own thoughts in equal measure. He hid his hard cock as best he could, heading over to the stretcher to examine the boy's sweet slit.
"First time without your parents..." he rambled to himself, staring at the cute socks on the boy's feet.
He didn't notice when his hands moved of their own accord to caress Ichigo's thighs up and down, getting very close to his groin. The redhead's breath hitched in his throat as he made a choking noise, his stomach twisting at the doctor's touch.
"You're very pretty..." the gloved hands climbed up Kurosaki's narrow hips, roaming his slender waist, stroking his sensitive belly.
"D-Doctor Aizen... A-Are you sure this is p-part of the exam?"
Sousuke's mind blurred at the sight of Ichigo's cunt twitching around nothing. If he looked a little further down, he could see his anus tightening around itself, and it drove him crazy.
"Yes, I am." he said firmly, but the voice laden with desire gave him away. "I'm sorry, Ichigo-kun, I'm just making you relax."
He pulled his own fingers away from the boy, afraid of what he might do. Instead, he parted his pussy labia, analyzing professionally, as he would other patients. Everything was normal, there was nothing that compromised the functioning of the reproductive system on the outside, the clit was perfectly healthy.
"I'll have to take the touch test. It might hurt a little, but I'll do my best to be as comfortable as possible, okay?" he asked calmly.
"Alright."
Sousuke ignored the insistent pulse in his rigid cock, clearing his thoughts to focus on the exam, even though he felt he could come from the tightness of that hole around his hand.
Two fingers entered the boy's vagina, examining the inner walls, the cervix, examining the secretion of mucus, but again: everything was in order. With that, he came to the most logical conclusion.
"Your cervical mucus is normal, there's nothing wrong with your vulva, you don't feel pain, you're perfectly healthy. Your problem is psychological, Kurosaki-san."
Aizen breathed a sigh of relief as he finished the exam, focusing his eyes on Ichigo's face, trying hard not to stare at his plump pussy.
"Are you sure, doctor?" asked uncertainly.
"Absolutely sure."
"But... Y-You have to examine me better!" he protested. "If there's nothing wrong with me, then why can't I have orgasms?" he whimpered, frustrated.
Sousuke almost whimpered with him, fascinated by the young boy's innocence. He stroked his cock through his pants without Ichigo seeing it, stimulating the wet tip of pre-cum.
"Ichigo-kun, do you want to make sure there's nothing wrong with you?"
"Absolutely!" he exclaimed with conviction.
"Don't you have anyone to touch you who already has experience with masturbation? A girlfriend, a boyfriend?"
Ichigo gasped, coughing violently.
"N-No, n-nobody."
"Then I'm sorry, young man. It's the only way to get real proof."
"I can't wait this long! Doctor, you have to do something! You're the gynecologist here, you're an expert on vaginas, help me with this!" he pouted, pleading.
"You're not implying that I..."
"Please... My hormones are killing me... I can't stand being horny and not being satisfied anymore!"
"Are you sure about that, Ichigo-kun?"
"Yes, I am..."
Aizen dangerously approached Ichigo, who was already sitting on the stretcher. His thumb roamed over the younger's puffy lower lip, his other hand resting on his tanned thigh.
"If I do this... You promise not to tell anyone what will happen here?"
"I promise. I'm serious, I won't say anything to anyone."
"Then lie down again." he kissed Ichigo fiercely, grabbing his round, pretty ass, making him moan with his expert tongue that caressed his mouth like no one had ever done before. "You don't leave here without coming in my mouth, brat." he whispered in Kurosaki's ear, seductively biting the lobe.
Ichigo timidly obeyed, tense on the hospital stretcher, spreading his legs wide, exposing his dripping cunt. Aizen takes a good look, smirking when he sees the folds are glistening with slick.
The doctor squeezes the swollen clit gently, spreading the slick on it and rubbing it in circles. Ichigo arches his back, trembling with the pleasure he finds, biting his lip.
"It feels good?" he asks boldly. "Have you felt this before, young boy?"
"I-I've never...N-Never felt this before... It feels so good... Don't stop, please..."
"I won't, honey." he dipped his thumb into the soaked wet entrance of his pussy. "Don't come so fast, baby."
"I'm trying." he moaned between sighs.
He placed another finger inside Ichigo, admiring the ease that slid into him, imposing an oscillating rhythm, sometimes fast, sometimes slow. The teenager rolled his eyes, opening his mouth in a silent scream, twisting his toes.
Aizen pumped his fingers at just the right pace, making Ichigo grab the papers spread out on the stretcher and fidget his body, moaning softly, in a cute sound.
"Please please... I'm sensing something coming!"
He suddenly stops, making Ichigo angry and almost to the point of crying. However, he leans into the boy's cunt and puts him in his mouth with exhimious skill. He flicks his tongue, mixing the saliva with the increasing wetness, appreciating the taste of his soft folds like a flower's petals. He could feel Ichigo's long fingers in his wavy hair leading the tempo, pushing his face against the mess that was his soaking pussy and throbbing clit. Aizen focused his lips on the sensitive nub of nerves, sucking it off over and over again, drawing inconsistent gasps from Ichigo's panting lips.
Ichigo finds himself running out of air, having trouble catching his breath, feeling an uncontrollable agitation in his stomach, something twisting at in his lower abdomen, wanting to explode. He pulls on Aizen's strands until he almost rips them out of his scalp, moaning uncontrollably. He finally comes for the first time in his life, covering his mouth to muffle the guttural scream, trembling and shivering from head to toe. He pushes against the older man's mouth, making him swallow every dripping juice that slips from his cunt.
Ichigo feels the pulse in his ears, still overwhelmed by the scorching heat and breathing heavily. Despite this, he still hears Aizen's gentle voice, but masking a subtle sarcasm.
"See you soon to help you heal from your problem, Ichigo-kun?"
Ichigo laughs softly, freer from the mortifying and initial shyness of the medical exam.
"See you soon, Doctor Aizen."