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“Hello, Mr. Albarn,” The doctor called, “How are you feeling today?”
No nurse? That was weird, but after sitting in a waiting room for what felt like an eternity, this was welcomed nonetheless.
His facial features were blurred, voice monotone.
“Hello, pleasure to make your acquaintance, Doctor…?” I reached out my hand to greet him,
“Stein.”
The facial features came into focus immediately, grey hair, a line of stitches around his right cheek, a giant screw protruding from his head,
He must’ve felt my panic because he smirked.
“Oh- Hell no! Not with you!” I squirmed and tried to run, but found myself locked in place.
He cackled, loudly.
The noise was deafening, it echoed off the walls of the sterile doctor’s office.
“Mr. Albarn, please, you flatter me! This is just a check-up I promise,” He gestured to the bed, “If you would please lay down,”
I did as he asked, laid down against the thin-ass crinkly paper towels. I always hated the doctor’s.
“Are you nervous?” He put rubber gloves on, with a deafening *snap!* each time.
“A little, yes,” I admit. “Don’t like doctor’s appointments.”
“I’ll take good care of you, don’t you worry.”
I thought I detected a flirtatious tone in his voice.. Almost seductive. I must just have my mind in the gutter, as always.
“Should I have been worried before?” I try to make friendly conversation.
He tuts at me, stroking his hand along my cheek. “Not at all, sweetness.”
Ok. That is definitely not just my brain. He’s flirting with me.
He smirks at me when the realization hits me. “What? Do you like it?”
I sat up immediately, ready to turn heel and run, “Of course not!”
I must have been blushing. “Awhh, poor baby, all embarrassed, are we?”
“N-no..” I stammered, trying not to act more defensive than I needed to. He holds his hand to my forehead,
“Someone’s running fever.. Are you feeling alright? Are you hot?”
It almost felt like he was mocking me, but his voice was sugary sweet and full of.. Love?
“Would you undress for me, honey?” I started sweating, and felt a pressure in my stomach, tightness in my..
Fuck.
I must have zoned out for a bit, daydreaming, he snapped his fingers and addressed me again, “Mr. Albarn?”
“Uh, yes, I can do that,” I started unbuttoning my shirt, “Will you be giving me a stupid dress to wear or something?” I tried to joke, making light of this situation.
He tapped his chin, “I think we’re gonna test your sensitivity today,”
Nononononono-
My head felt dizzy and my face felt hot. Too hot. Maybe it was a good idea to strip.
“Uh..” I shook my head, trying to snap back to reality, “What- What do you mean by that? Testing my .. sensitivity?”
He smiled, “Checking your bottom growth mainly,”
My t-dick throbbed immediately. “W-wha?”
“Would you undress please?” He said, with a hint of frustration in his voice. He unbuttoned my shirt the rest of the way and bent down to unbutton my pants,
“N..nooo I can.. Do this myself, thank you.” He quirked an eyebrow but said nothing. “Uhh.. could I get some privacy?”
“I’ll need to look at you anyway, not sure what you’d want it for.”
I genuinely felt feverish.
A few seconds must’ve passed because he tilted his head, “I thought I told you to strip..?”
I blushed, not realizing I wasn’t paying attention. I unbuttoned my pants, kicked them off and shrugged off my shirt.
“And your boxers, if you will,”
Ah. Yes, he needed to look at bottom growth..
I tentatively pulled them down, just enough for my t-dick to be exposed to the air.
“Good boy,” He ruffled my hair.
Everything felt hot. Too hot. My t-dick twitched at the contact, and the words themselves.
“Hmm? What’s this?” He pushed his glasses up, bending down to inspect my t-cock. “Someone’s eager, eh?”
I wanted to growl, make him back off, but some part of this teasing made me wetter, harder.
“You know I can see how you’re reacting, right? So beautifully..” He pointed a finger to my crotch, “Do you mind if I…?”
I squirmed in anticipation, “Umm.. I guess.”
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t lie and say I didn’t like it.
He poked at my entrance before inserting a finger and swirling around in the slick. Before I could realize, I let out a high pitched whine.
“Hmm.. Your sensitivity seems fine.. Maybe we should focus on something else?” He threatened to pull out his finger when I clenched around the digit,
He raised his eyebrow, “Hmm? What’s that, Mr. Albarn? Use your words.” He teased,
I almost whined again, trying to keep my composure, “N-no.. Please don’t…stop..”
He placed his free hand on my thigh, rubbing in slow circles, “Awhh, precious boy,”
I squirmed when he inserted another finger, swirling in a circular motion.
I exhaled a dreamy moan, much to the doctor’s delight, “You enjoying yourself, pup?”
I nodded, trying not to whine and whimper and *beg* and-
He inserted another finger, “Hmm, I bet I could open you up on my entire fist,” He hummed, as if making an observation, “You’d like that too, I bet,” It took me everything I had not to clench around his digits,
He fingered me for a while, swirling and pumping his fingers in and out, teasing me, until he suddenly pulled them out and popped one of his fingers into his mouth, tasting it.
The scene made me feel dizzy.
“Hm? Would you like a taste?” He grinned. “It’s a miracle you haven’t came yet,”
“Um.. I’m on antidepressants..” I admitted, face flushed.
“Ah.. I’m gonna need you to cum for me today, do you think that’s doable?” Stein asked,
I nodded, not even thinking.
“Clean them.” He held up his fingers to my mouth, I tentatively licked, before he shoved his entire slicked hand into my mouth, thrusting fast in and out. Waterlogged moans filled the office.
He snickered at me, how pathetic I must have looked. I started to jerk my t-dick when a hand grabbed my wrist, “Noo, I must observe, okay?”
He suddenly pulled out his hand, grabbed my chin and trapped me into a heated kiss. He pulled me closer by my hair, invoking a moan,
“Ohh, poor puppyslut.” He drew back and pulled me by my hair again, “So fucking needy, huh?” He pinned me down onto the medical bed, “Bet you *want* me to make you cum.”
“Please,” I breathed, he snickered,
“Ooooh, good boy,” Stein cooed, “Bet you want me to fill you up like a whore, taking me to the hilt,” He grabbed my chin to force me to make eye contact, “Beg for it.”
“I want you to breed me like a whore,” I managed to pant, “I want you to make me take it,”
“Oh, I promise I will, my good little whore,” He unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down to reveal a strap-on.
I would question why a doctor of all people would need a strap-on in their place of work, but I was too turned on. My brain felt foggy, obedient,
He applied a lube onto his hands and prodded into my slit, massaging the rather freezing liquid inside.
I whined at the cold contact, which was met by an eyebrow raise, “How many more times can I make you do that?” Stein joked.
“S-shut up..”
“Yeah? You want me to shut up? I think you like the teasing, mutt,” he prodded further, “I can feel how much you like this…”
“I… I do , yes,”
“....how wet you’re getting..” He jerked my t-cock in an up-and-down motion, “not to mention how hard..”
I felt like I could faint.
“Eh? Still not gonna cum, huh?” he twists his fingers inside my silt, “So eager, however,”
“Fuck,” I breathed,
“Hmmm?” he kisses my cheek, “Are you ready for my strap yet?”
I nodded fast,
“So desperate. So cute.” He prods my entrance with the strap-on, teasing.
“Noo, nonono- Please put it in,” Stein cackles and shoves it in, to the base.
He thrusts at a viscous pace, pinning me down to the bed,
My neglected t-dick twitched, “Suuuuch a good boy, precious precious boy,” he chimed.
He reached over to run his fingers over my top surgery scars, to which I whined, he thumbed over my nipples.
It felt like pure bliss. My idea was heaven was this, full of gentle touches and teasing and praise.
“You like being full, don’t you? Full of me..” He slowly pumped in and out of me, littering praise into my ear.
“I wonder what it’d be like to cut you open again.. I know you didn’t like it last time but-”
I tensed up,
*What?*
“You don’t have to agree if you don’t want to, Mr. Albarn, I was just thinking..”
I felt pleasure climbing up my spine, I secretly wanted to know what it felt like to be vivisected after the fact.. I was never awake for any of his previous experiments, would only wake up in my bed with new scars.
“Ah.. we could certainly try..” I tentatively answered,
He immediately pulled out, staring into my eyes, “Really?” He breathed.
I could tell both of us wanted this quite badly.
I nodded and he directly started searching for his tools.
Stein set them out on his table nearing the medical bed, “Would it be ok if I strapped you down..?”
I shrugged, “I’m a weapon, I could always just cut through the restraints.”
“Ahh, yes yes,” He promptly strapped me to the bed, “That tight enough? Too tight?”
For someone I used to be so scared of, he was surprisingly gentle.
He grabbed a scalpel and traced over my chest, “Does that feel okay?” He was trembling. He wanted this as much as I did.
“Yes, that feels fine.. Keep going?”
He obliges, “Your blood would be so pretty, I bet,”
“Haven’t you already seen it?”
“Yes, but not..” He trailed off, “Not like this. Not with your consent.”
“And that’s different?”
The doctor smiled, “Absolutely.”
He traces over my skin, over and over until I’m worked up enough to beg.
“Please cut me open,” I breathed,
He laughed, softly, “You want that?”
“Need ya, doc,” I swallowed, my breath hitching.
He smiled fondly, before plunging the scalpel in a few inches, making me gasp.
“I’d love to play with your guts again, but I’d imagine you wouldn’t wanna be awake for that..” He teased,
My face went hot.
“This doing it for you? Remember, I need you to cum today.” He slid 2 fingers into my slit, swirling around and thumbing my t-dick. “I’d love to experiment on you, pretty boy..”
Fuck. Everything was too hot.
“Pl-please eat me out..?” The doctor immediately obliged, retiring his scalpel and bending down in front of my thighs.
He started by placing hickeys on my thighs, suckling and biting them. However, he was eager, and started licking my t-dick.
I let out a whimper, my legs trembling. After a few moments of swirling his tongue around my t-dick, he started tongue-fucking my silt.
It was too much, yet not enough. I grabbed his grey hair and started throatfucking him, to which he happily hummed.
“Fuuuuck,” I cried, finally cumming in his mouth.
He swallowed, smiling. “That’s good enough for this session, don’t you think?”
I woke up suddenly, feeling warm and feverish.
Fuck.