Victor

18 - mdni - medical kink blog

[clinicalbitemarks]

hello all :33 needed a space of my own to indulge in my favorite kink, so here I am. This is mostly just for reposting things + writing little blurbs that come to me. I loveee roleplay, so feel free to dm for dat!!!!

Likes + dislikes under the cut

LIKES:

afab, cis female, transmasc patients/doctors, although I mostly prefer and will be posting about trans men

roleplay!! yes yes yes

bondage, gags, restraints

physical exams, gloves!!!, gyno settings, injury treatment, dentistry sometimes

puppyplay, forcemasc, praise, degrading, bondage, cnc, intox, cucking, breeding, overstim, religious shit, sadomasochism, roleplay, somno

DISLIKES:

cis men, no thanks

incest/fauxcest/ageplay

piss

scat

the general shit, don't be weird!

That's all! enjoy :3

[clinicalbitemarks]

stethoscopes are one of the weirdest things that turn me on. it's so strangely intimate to me when they slip it just under your shirt, warning u that it's gonna be cold. telling you to take a couple deep breaths as their gloved hand rests on your shoulder, and the silence that follows when they quietly direct you to take a couple more deep breaths as they move the cold disk across your chest.

[doctorlarch]

this is my first time on tumblr. i really like medplay and i need ur help discovering more . LIKE NOW

Welcome! We are happy to have you here. Here’s a handful of my personal favorites to get you started!

@nosoc0mial

@iatrogenical

@speculumslut

@sleepyeepynurse

@andmybody2surgeons

@polykinkytestsubject

@clinicalbitemarks

@ambroseaphrodisiac

@malpractices3

@v1olent-love

I’m absolutely positive I’m missing some other great blogs but this should be more than enough to get you started. From here you’ll find even more of us freaks! Welcome to underground surgery club. The first rule of underground surgery club is.. oh shit. I think I broke the rule.

[clinicalbitemarks]

going in for your pap smear as a trans guy. you find a doctor who's also trans, hoping he'll be more understanding and accepting. he praises you for making the right choice and caring for your health. he tells you the exam might run longer than usual because he has to check your bottom growth and make sure it's been growing the right way. you aren't quite sure what that entails but you nod anyway, following his directions as you get into the stirrups. you stare up at the ceiling as you hear the snap of his gloves, followed by the cool sensation of them on your tdick. you've always been quite sensitive there so you jump and whine without realizing it, immediately apologizing for it. the doctor grins and reassures you it's okay, that it might be a natural reaction as he inspects such a sensitive area.

you hold back whines as he gently spreads your cunt open, taking mental note of his findings. it wasn't until he pulled back the hood on your tdick that you moaned, feeling the cool air mixed with the smooth sensation of his gloves on such a sensitive spot. "I have to ensure you can respond well to stimuli. this may be a bit intense, just relax and allow yourself to react in any way you need." he reassures you before starting to stroke your throbbing dick, telling you you're okay when you moan and squirm on the table. he tells you it's perfectly natural to react this way to such a touch, and he continues until you cum on his fingers, making a mess on his table. you whine out of embarrassment as you realize what just happened, but when you look at the doctor you see his gloves are already off and he's sat at his computer, typing out his findings.

after a moment he stands, smiling at you as he pulls on another pair of gloves and picks up the speculum, spreading lube on it. "alright, are you ready for the rest of the exam?"

[clinicalbitemarks]

doctor who restrains you and tells you it's for your own good. doctor who forces your legs into stirrups and shushes you when you whine from the stretch of the speculum. doctor who reassures you you're okay while he runs painful tests on you. he rubs your clit just enough to keep you from crying. maybe if you continue to be well behaved for your exam he'll let you cum as a reward. we'll see.

[v1olent-love]

the cool, smooth touch of nitrile gloves on my skin... massaging my muscles and pressing on different parts of my body... wrapping around my throat and squeezing as I struggle against it...not letting up no matter how hard I fight...

-🩺

[clinicalbitemarks]

doctor holding your jaw open while you squirm and whine uncomfortably as he checks your mouth. gloved fingers running across your teeth, feeling the smooth texture of the gloves along your tongue and the roof of your mouth. "stop fucking squirming and sit still for me." he speaks lowly as you try to fight out of his firm grip on you. he sticks his fingers down your throat and grins when you gag on them, watching you fight and struggle against the intrusion. when he pulls his fingers out you frantically cough and gasp for air while he chuckles at you. "not so squirmy now, huh? hopefully now you understand what happens when you do not comply with me. lay back, I have much more to do."

[clinicalbitemarks]

You jolt awake with a sharp gasp, heart pounding violently in your chest. Thick padded straps pin your arms firmly to the sides of the medical chair, while your legs are locked high and obscenely wide in cold metal stirrups. You're completely naked, the sterile chill of the brightly lit exam room raising goosebumps across your flushed skin, your chest, belly, and most shamefully, your fully exposed cunt on blatant display.

“What the fuck?! Let me go!” you shout, voice cracking with panic as you yank hard against the unyielding restraints. “Where am I?!”

Several figures in white coats turn toward you at once.

“Subject 347 is awake—”

“—heart rate spiking—”

“—respiratory distress—”

A kind-faced nurse leans in close. “Shh, it’s alright. Just breathe for me.” She gently presses the clear nitrous mask over your nose and mouth, sealing it snugly. Cool, sweet gas begins to flow.

You try to twist away at first, but the effects hit fast. The sharp terror softens into a warm, heavy haze. Your thoughts grow slow, floaty, and loopy. The room sways gently around you.

Doctor Crowe steps between your spread thighs, clipboard in hand, his expression cold and utterly detached. His voice is flat, clinical, and professional.

“Subject 347. You are now conscious. We will begin preparation by thoroughly cleaning your vulva for detailed inspection.”

The first touch is the warm, dripping rag. You inhale sharply as the thick, wet heat drags slowly across your puffy outer lips. Doctor Crowe wipes with precise, methodical strokes, carefully folding back your labia to clean every slick, sensitive crease and fold. The warm fabric glides over your clit again and again, sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through your nitrous-dazed body.

“Labia majora: symmetrical and plump. Light natural moisture present,” he dictates in a cold monotone. “Labia minora: deeply flushed, highly vascularized. Clitoris: already erect and protruding from the hood. Subject is producing noticeable lubrication.”

The warm rag continues its slow, thorough strokes, the wet heat and gentle friction making your hips twitch faintly against the straps. Every pass over your clit sends a fresh wave of slick warmth through your core.

Then comes the sharp hiss of the showerhead. Warm water sprays out in a fine mist at first.

“We are now rinsing the area,” Doctor Crowe states coldly. “You may experience considerable stimulation. React in whatever way feels natural, 347.”

The stream shifts, and suddenly a strong, pulsing jet of warm water is beating directly onto your swollen clit. The sensation is intense, pressure hammering your most sensitive spot without mercy. A shaky, loopy moan escapes you through the mask.

They begin testing. Different modes: soft rain, strong pulsing massage, oscillating jets. Temperatures from soothingly warm to almost too hot. Your reactions grow louder and more desperate. When they find the perfect setting, firm, rapid pulses of perfectly hot water pounding right against your throbbing clit, your body jerks hard in the stirrups.

“Ah—! Fuck…” you whimper, voice floaty and broken from the nitrous.

“Optimal response with pulsed mode at 40°C,” Doctor Crowe notes without emotion. “Significant clitoral engorgement. Vaginal secretions increasing rapidly.”

The nurse turns the nitrous flow higher. The gas floods you deeper, turning the world soft and dreamy. Your head feels heavy and light at the same time, every sensation amplified and distant.

Doctor Crowe’s voice remains ice-cold. “Breathe deeply, Subject 347. Just relax.”

The water pressure increases, pounding harder against your clit. Then you feel the thick, smooth head of a dildo pressing against your slick entrance. It slides in slowly, stretching your hot, velvety walls with a wet, obscene squelch that echoes in the room. Doctor Crowe begins a steady, deep thrusting while the showerhead continues its relentless assault.

“Vaginal canal: warm, slick, and tightly gripping the instrument. Depth achieved: 14 centimeters,” he dictates clinically. “Cervix soft. Subject’s internal muscular contractions are strong and rhythmic.”

The combination is almost too much, the hot, pounding water hammering your clit, the thick dildo stroking deep inside your cunt, the heavy nitrous making everything feel floaty, overwhelming, and impossibly intense. Your moans grow louder, more desperate, turning into broken, loopy cries.

“Subject 347 is approaching orgasm,” Doctor Crowe states flatly. “Vaginal walls spasming. Increasing thrust depth and water pressure for complete assessment.”

The water pounds mercilessly. The dildo fucks you faster, harder. Your entire body tenses, thighs trembling violently in the stirrups. A long, shattered moan tears from your throat as you cum hard, your cunt clenching around the thrusting dildo, clit throbbing wildly under the hot spray, waves of blinding pleasure crashing through your nitrous-drunk mind.

Doctor Crowe keeps the stimulation going through every powerful spasm, observing with clinical detachment until your body finally goes limp, twitching and spent.

“Orgasm achieved. Strong stimuli response recorded. Subject 347 is now properly cleaned and sensitized.”

He turns off the water and slowly withdraws the dripping dildo with a wet pop. A soft, warm towel gently pats your oversensitive, puffy cunt dry, stroking carefully over your still-twitching folds.

“Preparation complete,” he announces in the same cold tone. “Subject 347’s vulva and vaginal canal is clean, flushed, and optimally prepared for the full examination.”

Doctor Crowe looks down at your blissed-out, floaty face, the mask still sealed over your mouth, eyes glassy.

“Are you ready for the actual exam, 347?”

[iatrogenical]

"It's a simple test of clitoral sensivity," the doctor stepped foward, the heels of his shoes clicking on the white linoleum flooring. He was well-dressed as he always was, tall, but not looking. His dark hair was combed and styled to stay away from inquisitive eyes, "One of many things we'll examine, now that you're fully grown." His eyes cast a reflection of his gown-clad patient, who's legs dangled nervously off of the side of the cold, metal table.

"Lie back," Dr. Blair instructed the other, who complied with some guidance from the doctor's hand. The patient shifted, legs pressed together, moving a bit as the light above became oppressive. "Now, the way that I assess sensivity is by asking you a series of questions as the examination goes on." Dr. Blair reached for a paid of gloves, snapping them on. "You will answer me on a scale when I ask you how you're feeling. Zero will be no sensation at all, and ten will be highly sensitive, or painful."

The patient flinched at the snap, not wanting this to go on for any extended period of time, but with little choice in the matter. Anyone could see the restraints that dangled off of the table. The stirrups the patient's legs would soon be put in. Dr. Blair reached a hand toward the medical gown, folding it up and out of the way. "Comfortable?" He asks, getting a hesitant nod in response.

"Now, you're going to feel a little pressure, I want you to rate this on that scale we talked about." Dr. Blair reached down, pressing one finger just above the sensitive nub, not applying pressure. The patient replied, "Three, doctor."

"And this?" Dr. Blair's gloved finger pressed a little harder, now. This was only a trial of what would come. A comfortable beginning spinning towards a medical nightmare. He looked up to watch his patient's face, to note every reaction, every expression of discomfort and pleasure. It was, after all, the doctor's intent to map his patient's erogenous zones.

"F-- five, doctor." The patient stutters with a reply this time, and the white coated man casts an inquisitive look. "Five?" Dr. Blair questions, "You sound rather worked up already. Would you like to re-evaluate that statement?" He didn't let the finger up on the other, who nodded in a strained sort of desperation. "N-no, doctor."

Dr. Blair removed his hand, and then peeled off his gloves, disposing of them and taking a moment to write his responses down. Returning to the table, he rested one hand on the patient's ankle, "Legs in the stirrups. I need full visibility." The patient didn't move, but the doctor lifted each ankle into the stirrups. He reached up, focusing the light on an already-wet vagina. "Producing a good deal of vaginal fluid already, I see. I'll be applying restraints to you, in that case. I don't want you struggling to stay still during a state of heightened arousal."

Dr. Blair does as he said he would. He took each of the patient's arms, and legs to be strapped down with thick leather cuffs and bands. A strap was brought across the patient's chest, and a final two went across each thigh. With his patient now flat on the table, the doctor re-gloved, and approached the other with a confident air. "Just relax," he takes his postion between the patient's legs, uncapping a bottle of lubricant and spreading a clear glob of it across every fold, "this will be over before you know it."

He parts the other's labia majora, sliding a lubed finger right up to the clitoris. Dr. Blair watches his patient jerk a bit as he pulls back the hood and applies direct pressure on it. "And how does this feel?" The patient struggles to respond, breathily replying, "Six, doctor..."

The doctor nods, taking note as he began to drag his finger up and down the other's clitoris, watching it start to get red as the stimulation went on. "Doctor, n-- no more, I--" the patient starts, but is cut off. "Quiet. You will speak when prompted to do so. I need to listen to your breathing and vocalizations. How are you feeling?"

"Eight! Just stop, please!" The patient begs, but the doctor pays no mind. "A quick one, aren't you? We'll have to work on your endurance during future visits." The doctor added more pressure, now circling the clitoris with unmatched precision. The patient tried to fight on the table, but was trapped. Instead reduced to pitiful whines and groans.

"How are you feeling?"

"Nine, doctor! Make it stop, make it stop! It's too sensitive! Can't-- I can't--!"

"You will in time. Let me know when you're approaching an orgasm You need to tell me you're at a ten before you climax."

"Ah! AH! Y-yes doctor..!"

The patient groaned and practically screamed on the table as the examination went on. The clitoris was swollen, perfectly manipulated as Dr. Blair watched his patient's final undoing. He hovered over the other, watching the body and mind contort to his will.

"TEN! TEN, DOCTOR. TEN!!" The patient screamed out, violently convulsing in the restaints as the orgasm took over. Dr. Blair made sure to move his hand steadily, making sure every second was wrung out of his patient's trembling body. He slid one finger inside of the vaginal canal, pulling it out to assess the moisture between his paitent's legs. His paitent groaned at the invasion, leaving a puddle on the table while still writhing in a daze.

"Excessive amount of self-lubrication, low tolerance for simulation, and under ten minutes to orgasm." He clicked his tongue, removing his gloves and tossing them away. "We'll certainly have to improve upon that with therapy." He sounded flatly disappointed, and slightly concerned with his patient's pathetic display. "I'll be leaving you here for the nurses. They will clean you up, and have you discharged." He was detached as he left his patient lay there in shame, wet and terribly sensitive between the legs.

[clinicalbitemarks]

mhmhmphgh god making out with him and then he brings a hand to my throat, just barely squeezing when he leans in real close and says "take a deep breath in for me", holding eye contact with you as you breathe in before he starts choking you out, shushing you as you struggle to breathe against him. all he does is start to count down, telling you to stop squirming as he slowly gets to one before letting go, watching you pathetically cough and catch your breath. (this also actually just happened to me I'm so hard about it)

[clinicalbitemarks]

pretty boy sticking his fingers in your mouth, but instead of having you suck on them he runs them along your teeth. prying your mouth open and feeling each one, telling you to be quiet so he can focus. feeling his fingers, gloved or ungloved, running along the surface of your teeth. looking up at him with those big pretty needy eyes while he examines your teeth.

[iatrogenical]

the doctor at work.

[ace-trainer-alice]

[desperately horny voice] haha yeah did you know that studies have shown that vocal expressions of pain actually increase your pain tolerance? yeah, even if it's volitional, you should really be making lots of loud noises while you're in pain. please. if you want we can even practice right now.

[stonersupremacy]

I really want to collect a semen sample from a puppy tgirl just to check her levels and morphology after being on HRT of course, everything is routine. Run my gloved hands over her aching puppybits as her owner watches and re-assures her that this is okay and just part of her check up. I want to get her so overstimulated she begs and begs to mount me but that just can't happen, it wouldnt be professional, and it would ruin the integrity of my sample. You should really train her better, it's not normal to be so aroused at a vet visit.

[clinicalbitemarks]

making out with a guy when he suddenly presses two fingers against my neck. Holding still and telling me to be quiet while he feels my pulse. he hums and tells me my heart rate is elevated and what my bpm is just from his guess. it gets me sooo fucking worked up. (this actually happened to me yesterday ugh)

[clinicalbitemarks]

fuckkk there's something soo erotic about a dentist leaning you back in a chair and looming over you, pulling on gloves and shoving his fingers in your mouth. telling you you're doing such a good job while he feels all of your teeth and tells you how healthy you look. feeling his gloved hands on your neck as he checks your lymph nodes while explaining his findings to you and praising u for doing such a good job keeping up with your oral hygiene. yeah.

[nosoc0mial]

Lowkey need to get shot and fall to the ground dramatically thinking this is the end as blood pools underneath me only to wake up in a field hospital with several people around me trying to dig the bullet out of my side with fingers and forceps while I beg them to stop and scream and writhe in pain while im held down