Going to the doctor for a regular appointment. Everything seems to be going fine, then they mention a pelvic exam. You weren’t expecting that. But whatever, you strip and get comfortable. You’re so cold, so exposed as you feel their warm hand spread your thighs apart ever so slightly.
“Alright, I’m just going to make sure everything feels as it should. If you need me to stop at any point during this, please tell me. I don’t want this to be anything but enjoyable.”
You feel the spread of lube around their fingers as they press into you. God, it’s good. They work into you so slowly, it’s almost torture. This is wrong, this isn’t supposed to feel good. But you can’t help the way your eyes start to lose focus and fall closed, or the hand that comes up to cover your mouth. They press deeper into you, brushing that spot that makes your brain shut off.
“Everything feels good… oh.” They notice the blissed-out expression on your face, suddenly freezing. “Enjoying yourself there?” You open your eyes to find them giving you a knowing smirk. Fuck. You let out a groan of embarrassment and a halfhearted apology.
“Shh… that’s alright. All normal reactions,” they don’t break eye contact as they press back into you, slowly curving their fingers up just right. You can’t help the whimper that escapes you this time. “That feel good?” All you can do is nod as they start pumping into you. “You’re doing so good for me, just like that.”
They add another finger and the stretch is too fucking good. You have to bite your lip to hide the embarrassing sounds dying to get out. This is your doctor, for gods sake. But you can’t help a few moans slipping out as they fuck into you faster.
“Being such a good boy…” You’re not going to last long like this.
“Alright, I need you to focus on me. Can you do that for me?” You have to will your eyes open to face them. God, this is humiliating. The way they look at you with that taunting smile goes straight to your gut, like they know exactly what they’re doing. Their free hand finds your jaw and fixes it to look directly at them. “Eyes up here, sweetheart, thereee we go.” They condescend you so fucking well.
Their hand comes back down the rub at your slick, hard t-dick. The sight of the wet sheen on their latex gloves drives you crazy.
Then they pull out of you. They let out a small laugh at the way you whimper. You were so fucking close.
“Well, everything looks good.” They offer you that warm, condescending smile again. “But, I think I want to check back in with you…” You aren’t really paying attention to a word they’re saying, still trying to get a grip. They tear off their gloves with a snap, and quickly wash their hands.
“How’s two weeks sound?” You nod weakly.
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