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Herbert sat on the edge of the exam table, fiddling with his thumbs. This late, no one in the hospital came down to this wing. Herbert swallowed in anticipation. He’d already put on one of the ugly, ill-fitting gowns, his clothes neatly folded on the chair. He shifted and the paper beneath him crinkled annoyingly. He knew the spot beneath his thighs was wet.
Daniel finally walked in, wearing his lab coat, doing his best to hide his grin. Seemed he wanted the annoying waiting to be accurate, too.
“Hello, Mr. West,” Dan said, as he sat down in the rolling chair, smiling kindly at him.
“Hello, Dr. Cain,” Herbert replied meekly. It was the character he’d wanted to play tonight. Young, naïve, shy. Someone who didn’t know any better.
Dan pulled two white gloves out of the box on the table, snapping them on. “You’ve been experiencing arousal issues since the increase in your testosterone dosage, correct?”
“Yes,” Herbert’s nails dug into his palms. “I am . . . aroused almost constantly now. It is very distracting, and makes going through my daily activities difficult. I—I often soak through my clothes.”
Dan hummed. “Well, let’s take a look, shall we? Remove the gown.”
Herbert hesitated. “Doctor?”
Dan gave him a gentle smile. “No need to be nervous, Mr. West. I’ve seen it all, and the gown only gets in the way.”
Herbert feigned reluctance and awkwardly pulled the gown off his front, holding it before him as he stared at the floor. Dan chuckled and gently pried it from his hands, tossing it onto the counter.
“There. While you’re here,” Dan said, raising his hands to Herbert’s chest, trailing his fingers feather-light over the scars. “Very good, Mr. West, they’ve healed very well.” Dan’s thumbs flicked up, rubbing against his nipples. “How’s the sensation?”
Herbert bit his lip, closing his eyes. “Still a l-little numb.”
“More sensation than last time I saw you?”
“Y-Yes.”
Dan pinched them lightly and tugged, drawing a gasp from Herbert. “Any pain?”
“N-No.”
“Are you sure?” He tugged a little harder and twisted, drawing Herbert closer to him.
“Ah—Doctor—No. Just. Feels sensitive.” Herbert tried hard to stifle his moans. His t-dick was hard, twitching, probably poking out from his cunt, which was absolutely leaking.
“Does it feel good?” Dan gave the little nubs each a flick.
“Y-Yes, sir.”
“Good. Wouldn’t want you in any pain.” Dan pulled his hands away. “Lie back.”
Herbert complied, keeping his knees up and together. Dan trailed his gloved hands from his boney hips, down his dark hairy legs, to his knees, where he gently pried them apart, revealing Herbert’s neatly-trimmed, glistening pink cunt, and his swollen t-dick.
“Oh, Mr. West, you really are producing vast quantities of fluid.” Dan’s fingers danced down the inside of Herbert’s thighs, the sensation eliciting a shiver from him. “How often do you masturbate?”
Herbert threw an arm over his face. “Tw—Twice a day. I w—wake up hard and do it then and then usually again before bed. S—Sometimes I have to do it on my break at work in the bathroom.”
Two of Dan’s fingers ran through his slick, and Herbert inadvertently bucked.
“I see. When you masturbate, how do you do it?” Dan grazed the pad of a finger over Herbert’s t-dick. “Do you jerk your cock between your fingers?” He slipped down, probing lightly at his hole with a single finger. “Do you play with yourself here?” Then he easily slipped one digit inside. “Do you fuck yourself with a toy?” He added a second finger and began pumping in and out, while lightly flicking his thumb against his t-dick.
A string of whimpers spilled from Herbert’s mouth. “M—Mostly my fingers on my d—dick. Doctor, I—I—I don’t think—should you be t—touching me like this?”
Dan’s hand didn’t falter once. “Of course, Mr. West. It doesn’t hurt, does it?”
“N—No. F—Feels good.”
Dan’s fingers curled sharply up, stabbing at that bundle of nerves hard, forcing Herbert’s hips to arch. “I bet it does. You should continue to masturbate as needed, Mr. West. It’s very healthy, especially at your young age, and at this dose of testosterone. Everything you’re experiencing is perfectly normal. Your cunt and cock need stimulation.”
“But it’s so—ahhh!—distracting.”
Dan jabbed the bundle of nerves over and over as he thrust his fingers in, and rubbed hard against Herbert’s engorged dick. He was getting close just from Dan’s fingers and the exhilarating sensation of the nitrile gloves sliding in and out of his cunt and against his t-cock.
“Let’s see if I can provide some acute relief.”
“Fuck!” Herbert bit at his arm to stifle his moans. With Dan’s free hand, he pinned Herbert’s wrists together.
“How does it feel?”
“Fuck, feels so good, Doctor! Please, don’t stop.”
“Look at me, Mr. West.”
Herbert’s eyes flicked up to Dan’s, his pupils blown wide, predatory expression on his face.
“Look at me when you cum.”
Herbert’s hips bucked wildly as he came, fucking himself on Dan’s fingers, biting his lip so he didn’t scream. Catching his breath, Herbert flopped back onto the exam table, not even noticing the clink of Dan’s belt, until the doctor, wearing only his lab coat and shirt, climbed on top of him, his hard dick twitching inches from Herbert’s still fluttering cunt.
“D—Doctor, what are you—?”
“I may have been mistaken. Your case is severe,” he said, stroking his dick with Herbert’s own fluids. “Your cock is still erect, Mr. West. You require more intensive treatment. Do you have a boyfriend?”
“N—No.”
Dan clicked his tongue. “Then you’ll have to come see me much more frequently.” He rubbed the head of his dick against Herbert’s opening, teasing. “I believe regular penetration by a penis and internal ejaculation will reduce the frequency and intensity of your arousal.”
Herbert looked up at him with wide eyes. “Internal—you’re gonna cum inside my boypussy, Dr. Cain?”
“Yes, Mr. West. It’s the only way.”
Dan pressed the head of his cock inside, groaning at how easily he slid all the way to the root. Herbert wrapped his arms and legs tightly around Dan as he began a slow pace.
“Oh, fuck, Dr. Cain. You feel so good inside me. Please, fuck me harder, Doctor.”
Dan grit his teeth, punching his hips forward hard over and over. The table shuddered under them. Herbert’s cunt clenched around him tight, pulling him in deeper with each thrust, and clinging to him every time he pulled back, loath to part with the cock battering him in half. Herbert bit Dan’s neck to stifle his moans and Dan nearly came right there. Herbert’s second peak was nearly there, but he still needed something.
“You’re perfect,” Dan praised. “So tight and warm and wet for me. A perfect cunt boy. You love getting fucked, don’t you? That’s why you’re so horny. Your faggot pussy has been missing cock and cum. But don’t worry, you’ll feel better soon. Cum for me, Mr. West.”
“Danny—!”
Dan leaned down and the moment his lips captured Herbert’s, he came, pleasure shooting through him, his cunt clenching, pulling Dan into his own orgasm. The sensation of Dan’s hot cum shooting in him brought a dumb, blissed out expression to his face, something he would deny was still a part of the roleplay if ever asked.
It was a good thing Dan had kissed him. Their moans almost surely would’ve caught someone’s ear in the next wing over.
After a few moments being wrapped in each other’s sweaty arms, catching their breaths, Herbert let out an unhappy sigh, swatting at Dan’s back. “We better get out of here before someone finds us.”
Smiling, Dan kissed him again, before reluctantly climbing off him. He helped Herbert and his wobbly legs off the table, allowing Herbert to use him for balance as they dressed. Dan laughed at the sight of the drenched paper on the exam table. He tore it off and wiped up the excess, tossing every bit of evidence into Herbert’s medical bag, for disposal elsewhere.
Herbert smoothed down his tie and, frowning, adjusted the collar of Dan’s lab coat to hide the mark Herbert had placed there. It stung faintly as Herbert brushed his fingers over it but Dan didn’t mind.
“Ready, Mr. West?” Dan asked, looking down at him fondly.
Herbert, slight smirk on his lips, rocked forward on his toes, planting a kiss on Dan’s lips. “Ready, Dr. Cain.”