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You weren't planning on seeing anyone today. All you needed was a bandage for your hand. You had a paper cut, nothing more.
As you approached the doors of the infirmary, you noticed it was curiously dark inside.
"Trust me when I tell you never to enter the infirmary if I'm not there, do you understand? I mean that! All of you! Absolute idiots."
You recalled Medic's angry speech from last week when someone* broke a vial of important medicine. You knew you weren't going to mess with anything, or go near any of his important work-- you only needed a small bandage, something to protect from infection. That was something he really cared about, too, as the medigun couldn't rid the body of other organisms like bacteria; infections had to be taken care of the old-fashioned way. You thought to yourself that you would be doing him a favor in the long run, not having to spend time curing your infected hand. You tried one door. Locked. Then the other. Unlocked. Curious, but you didn't care.
You treaded carefully through the dark room, not wanting to turn on a light for the risk of being seen. As you fumbled around in the dark for the bandages, you noticed an odd reflection. A light.
There was a light in the room, or rather, coming from inside another room, one you had never seen anyone enter. There was a dark curtain covering the little window in the door, but the door itself, oddly enough, was slightly cracked. Someone was here.
You felt your heart-rate pick up at the fear of being caught by Medic, but a deeper curiosity within you begged to see what was in the room. Your legs compelled you to step closer, and so you did. With something between nervousness and excitement, you looked through the slight opening.
A bed. You could hear the sound of shuffling, but no one was lying on the pillow. You pivoted your gaze slightly until you saw skin. Bare skin.
He must have thought he locked the door.
Medic was, as far as you could tell, completely naked. He sat facing the wrong way on the bed, which thankfully positioned him somewhat away from the door. You could just about see him in profile. As you looked closer, you saw it: his hard cock.
You shouldn't be doing this.
You watched eagerly as he opened a small packet of lube, spreading it over his erection with precision. He thumbed carefully at his tip, his blue eyes closed shut. He was masturbating.
He was eerily silent as he began to stroke his length, moving the skin up and down in a steady rhythm. He wasn't one to rush into things. He seemed intensely focused. You could tell he was breathing heavily by the way his ample chest rose and fell, his lips slightly parted, but the breath made no discernible sound.
This is wrong.
He gritted his teeth as he moved his hand slightly faster, his grip tightening, and allowed a low exhale to sound in the small bedroom. His left hand was firmly planted on his thigh, grounding him to the bed. A few strands of his neat hair had fallen down to his contemplative brow, shaking with each movement of his fingers on his cock. That's when you heard him whisper your name.
You must have been mistaken; he had been so quiet before, so you had to be imagining it. Were you attracted to this man? More than you wanted to admit to yourself. Why else had you continued to watch him pleasure himself?
He jerked faster and faster, the rosy tip of his cock leaking drips of precum down his shaft. He began to openly moan a bit now. It sounded deep and husky.
He nearly screamed though, as he came, shouting your name-- definitely, this time-- as his cock shot his thick, white cream across his stomach and chest. The sheer volume was impressive, surprising, and... hot.
You gasped.
"Well," he panted, his eyes drifting up lazily to meet yours, "what is this?"
Your heart skipped in your chest. The muscles across his shoulders bulged and his pecs rose with his breath, his wet cum dripping down his hard nipples. Unsure if you were terrified, shocked, or aroused, you decided to keep your mouth shut and see what else he would say.
"Rather voyeuristic of you, Fräulein. Ja?" He smiled, turning to face the door. His cock throbbed, still fully hard. "I didn't expect someone like yourself would engage in such a perverse action."
Was he angry? Or was he just playing with your evident fear?
You began to open your mouth to apologize as he grabbed a towel and wiped himself off, but he interrupted you. "Come in, Taube," he said through a devilish smile. Your legs once again propelled you against your will to his bedside. He stood up, seeming to tower over you. His broad shoulders stretched across your vision, the dark hair on his chest creating a line that trailed down to his cock.
His cock.
It was absolutely magnificent, everything from its shape to the way it was framed by his hips. "Tell me, Fräulein, don't you think you deserve a little punishment? After all, this was quite a naughty thing for you to do. Did you get off on it, you little slut?" He was smiling. "Did you like watching me touch myself to the thought of your body? Look, your hand is wet." It was.
He grasped your shoulders firmly, forcing you face down and ass up on the bed. "Geiler Arsch," he whispered, followed by a smug laugh. He made light work of pulling down your pants and underwear. "Do you think it was proper to do what you did? I will show you how proper it was," he commanded sternly, his palm meeting your rear with a firm smack. The momentum sent you forward slightly. "Äh, you little bitch. Du magst meinen Schwanz, ja? Du wünschst, dass mein Schwanz in deinem kleiner Fickloch war?" You let out a soft moan, earning you another hard slap. "Naughty girl. I might as well make use of you. Your little wet cock-sleeve is already dripping for me-- see?" he whispered into your ear, pressing the tip of his pulsing cock against your hole.
Without warning, he impaled you on his thick cock, sending waves of pleasure shattering through your body. He pushed down on your shoulder with his left hand, his right hand holding your hips steady as he fucked into your tight, wet heat. "You've no idea how long I've wanted to do this, little bird, to fuck you like this, to put you in your place," he growled, his thick German accent adding a bite to his words. You moaned wildly, your pussy squirting wet lubricant and soaking his sheets below you. His sheets. His bed. His slut.
"Do you like taking my cock? Oh, I know you do-- I can feel it, the way your little cunt is opening for me, the way you moan every time I fuck you deeper." He was right. "I bet you've wanted this too, haven't you, Fuchs? The way you lean into me with your breasts during all your check-ups, the way you-- Äch, fick!"
His thrusts became ragged and even harsher, pounding into you with wild abandon. He came, his cock filling your hole with more of his hot cream. Every twitch as the tip released was felt by your raw-fucked, sensitive walls. You came too.
He collapsed onto you, nearly crushing you, as his seed spilled onto the sheets. Rolling over after quickly regaining his strength, he pulled you up to lie next to him in his bed.
"Liebe," he whispered, fondling your sore breasts, sore from the friction against the bed. "I hope I did not hurt you," he managed to pant between gasps. You rested your head on his shoulder. "Bildschön Engel, would you like to know a little secret?"
You lifted your head to look him in the eyes.
"I knew you were there."