Rubber Gloves & Tears

This is a nsfw medical kink blog! Minors dni!!!

[rubberglovesandtears]

—Intro Post—

Hello! You may refer to me as Doctor. I use they/them pronouns but if your fantasy requires different pronouns then I’d be happy to adapt. I am 18+. This is a medical kink blog so please do not interact with me if you are a minor. Other than that I accept every patient.

Though please remember that I am not a medical professional irl and that this is all for kink play fantasy. I don’t condone the things I say/do in my posts. Also don’t ask for or send nudes. I am not looking to date irl or any real scenarios. All kinks will be tagged. With that out of the way let’s chat about all the fun things shall we?

My inbox is open which means I’m happy to handle all of your medical needs. I’ll gladly walk you through examinations and maybe I’ll help you get off if you find your body reacting to my gloves in strange ways. Medical instruments can be scary but I promise I won’t hurt you. Unless that’s what you want. Just lay back and let me take control for a bit.

-!Doctor 💚

[daddyss-little-pet-deactivated2]

Really wanting a 40+ year old guy to do a medical exam on me

[rubberglovesandtears]

a patient under anesthesia who has a wet dream 🤔🤔🤔

Dreams and hallucinations while under anaesthesia are strangely common. It has something to do with what was on the individual’s mind right before being put under. Most patients think of their family before the needle goes in. Or some are nervous and think about what could go wrong. Meanwhile, other people are relieved when they are put to sleep. Reassured by the nurses and doctors, all just as skilled as myself.

This particular patient I had was a special case. I had a feeling he would dream vividly while on my surgery table. I knew it from the way we interacted the day before. I always make it a habit to visit my patients before meeting their bodies later. When I first met him there was a distinct tension in the air. The way his eyes scanned my lab coat as though imagining what could be hidden under all those fabric folds.

A pervert. Yes, that’s exactly what he was. The best part is that I am too. We were the perfect match.

After tightening the last few stitches I helped my team clean and prepare him for rest. Only I stayed behind far longer than anyone else. I stayed there by my patient’s bed watching him sleep. It could have been hours or perhaps only minutes. He was in a half-sleeping and half-anaesthetic state. His legs would twitch and his breathing would stutter but he would not wake. Until finally, the blanket grew into a tent below his waist. It was an erection.

“So needy.” I had said to myself right before stripping away the blanket and examining the erection further.

Pulsing with blood and warm to the touch, I squeezed it with my left hand. His cock twitched in my grasp and I heard my patient gasp in his sleep. So I squeezed him again, only this time I included my mouth. The head was bulbous and I had trouble fitting my lips around it. Still, I tried my best and licked whatever I couldn’t reach. By the time I was finished with him my lab coat was messier than it had been during surgery. Messy with ejaculate, of course.

My patient was none the wiser.

-!doctor 💚

[puppy-boy]

thinking abt being an innocent person. going to the doctor w the complaint that it “burns down there, it’s warm and wet,” but I’m just aroused and can’t figure it out. n the doctor knows this but makes me undress and starts touching me. rubbing me. and I’m whining bc I’ve never been touched before and they just tell me to be quiet and hold still - this is all normal. and I climax with a bit-back scream and they wipe me up and snap their gloves off and tell me I should be all good now.

At least until the next time.

[badwolfhardkinks]

*cough* so I've been having this thought about medical kink for days, don't know where it's coming from, but for some reason someone has to have their temperature taken anally. And they're so *embarrassed* about it, who knows why they have to or what the other person has said to convince them this is so. Maybe they're drugged, maybe they're part of a slave ring and they're being checked for health before they're sold, maybe they're about to be bred, but always they know when that person comes in they're going to be pinned to their side, legs folded up, and a lubed up thermometer pushed in and held in place while they squirm with a red face, trying to hide their face in their arm.

[cuppimagines]

I was thinking just now about some form of a medical kink, some horny older doctor whose got you strapped onto a table, examining you with gloves hands, somehow able to know just what to do to make you tick. The entire time his language seems very clinical and professional, but it gets harder to hide the bulge pressed against his pants as he continues

[angelcuntboi]

Medical setting is so hot. Being inspected and experimented on, and people talking about you like you're not there at all. They're not interested in you, they're just interested in the results. You're just the experiment. They don't even see you as a person.

[rubberglovesandtears]

Something about an ultrasound maybe?

—Medical Log 003 Ultrasound—

The room is dark, save for the light on the monitor which casts a whitish tint over the patient, who is currently shuffling around on the bed. Their knuckles are pale from how tight they are currently gripping the modesty sheet. It’s obvious that they are nervous. I step into the room, allowing the door to shut behind me with a quiet click as the lock moves in place. I wait a few seconds for my eyes to adjust then I step closer.

“Good evening,” I say to try and break the ice.

“Yeah, the evening’s not bad. A bit cold though,” The patient says.

“Is it? I heard it might snow,”

“Sure felt like it. I–I,” The patient trails off their sentence when they see me twist around on the stool holding out the transducer. It’s shaped long and somewhat narrow, similar to a microphone. Oddly enough, up until this point, I thought that the patient was nervous but upon closer inspection, I realize that they are simply experiencing some discomfort. For this ultrasound, they had to drink lots of water and maintain a full bladder. The shifting from earlier was their attempt at distracting themselves from their aching private parts.

The patient curses when I lather up their lower stomach with warm gel. Once again, they can’t seem to keep still as they twitch and almost knock their knee into my face. Despite that, I grin because I realize I now have a reason to pull out the restraints. My stool rolls back towards the ultrasound machine when I rise up to go to the nearby closet. After some riffling, I find several sets of plush restraints. I come back over, holding them up proudly for the patient to see.

“You understand why I have to do this don’t you?” I ask, adjusting their limbs as I attach the cuffs.

“I have to pee really bad,” They answer back sheepishly.

“Yes, that’s how you should be feeling but please don’t relieve yourself just yet. The ultrasound will take up to thirty minutes to complete. Please try to relax.”

The patient whines but otherwise does as told. Now I’ve got their arms cuffed above their head and their legs spread into a ‘v’. It’s dark but thanks to the light on my monitor screen I can see their crotch. The hospital gown has been pulled up to their chest and the modesty blanket fell to the floor earlier. The patient doesn’t seem all that bothered about being exposed. I slip my hand between their legs only to pull my hand away wet.

“You like this don’t you? Holding your bladder and being forced to comply,” I comment in a strikingly casual tone. I go about business as I usually do without a hitch. I run the transducer over their bladder and marvel at the way they groan under its movements.

“Please, I’m sorry Doctor. I can’t help myself,”

“I know,” I say, offering them a gentle hair ruffle for comfort. They lean into my touch. Cute and far too delicious to ignore, I drag my fingertips along the lips of their vulva. The patient pulls on the restraints to try and get closer. A chuckle bubbles out from my throat. Their efforts are amusing. I tighten the restraints further and the patient curses at me.

The rest of the ultrasound goes well. I never slip my finger into their hole but I still tease the area relentlessly. All while I conduct the ultrasound as I normally would. Dragging the transducer firmly across their bladder and nearly bringing them to tears as they try to hold back their piss. Finally, I shut down the ultrasound and wipe up the gel using some wipes. I keep the restraints on then I get up to turn on the light.

Salty tears drip down my patient’s cheeks, their lips are red and swollen from being bitten, and their whole body quivers. “Oh you poor thing,” I say, offering false sympathy.

But my expression is nothing but a facade. I’m incredibly aroused right now, and I plan on wrecking my patient even further. I use one hand to press down firmly on their bladder while using my other hand to tease their clitoris. The patient sobs loudly and arches up on the bed. The restraints hold them down so that they can’t get more than a few inches up in the air. They can’t escape.

“Shhh, relax. You can have your relief whenever you're ready,” I reassure them.

My gloved fingers are slick which makes this next part easy. I force three digits past their lips, stretching and exploring their vulva. They sob harder, hiccuping by this point. I continue my movements along with more praise. “You’re doing so good. Let go now it’s okay,”

Piss trickles out along with cum, it coats my fingers and leaks out on the bed. I savour the way they clench down, and the way their hips move in circles. By the time they are finished, they're covered in their own fluids. I press down harder on their bladder just to get rid of the last few spurts of piss. The patient lets out a croaky cough followed by a long yawn.

“It’s been a long day for you hasn’t it?” I ask while I undo their cuffs and help them sit up.

“Mmn,” The patient offers barely a verbal response. Their muscles lose all tension, their limbs curling around me for comfort, and they tuck their head in my shoulder.

“You did very well,” I say right before pressing a kiss to the top of their head. It’s strangely intimate yet I feel as though it is necessary for having provided them with such an intense procedure. Their cuddly nature is adorable. I sit back on my stool and pull them across my lap. “Shhh,” I whisper kind praise into their ear while rocking them in my arms. The patient nuzzles into me with a slow and content smile creeping across their face. All is well.

-!Doctor 💚

[franklyidgaf]

heard you were sick Frank! Bend over, lets check that temperature!

"I-I'm NOT sick!!" Frank huffed in embarrassment as his underwear was pulled down and his ass pushed into place by cold anon hands. The thermometer inserted into him (probably a little deeper than needed) would say otherwise, but he still didn't want to admit it. It was too bad the anons had decided to call his bluff, and in such a demeaning way. At least now maybe he'd try and rest, lest he end up with anything else in his ass...

PM with 18+ birthdate for full pic! Also I did not mean to go this wild but the medical kink in me fucking lost it with this ask XD And yes he's still wearing his mask in bed while he's sick you'll have to pry it off of him

[rubberglovesandtears]

—Medical Log 002 House Call—

It’s not uncommon for my clinic to receive house calls, especially during cold and flu season. I came as quickly as I could while still being careful of the early morning traffic. Leaves crunch underfoot as I make my way up the narrow stairs in front of my patient’s home. It’s a quaint building, with boxy windows and a large ‘A’ frame roof. Classic some might say. My lab coat flutters in the wind, I pull it closer to my body, suddenly grateful that I chose to wear a thick sweater underneath.

It takes a few solid knocks before my patient opens the door. I get the sense that his ears are full of cotton from the hazy sickness that has overtaken his body. His bright blue eyes seem distant, he won’t look me in the eye directly. As I step further into the home it becomes clear to me why my patient made a house call specifically. The sink is full of dishes and random bits of laundry are scattered around the living room. My patient lives alone and has no one to care for him while he recovers from his sickness.

A frown makes its way on my face. I study the room right before plopping my briefcase down on the coffee table. Then I gesture to the couch and instruct him to settle there while I gather my tools. The thermometer is set to the side as I reach around my neck for my stethoscope. The metal part is cold to the touch thanks to the unpleasant weather outside. I blow warm air onto the stethoscope as I step closer to my patient. He’s lying there with his eyes screwed shut, fighting some sort of sinus headache.

I lift up his shirt, noting the sheen of sweat on his skin. A fever is what comes to mind. I run my hand down the length of his chest, stroking one of his nipples to make sure he associates my touch with pleasure. The patient shivers and whines quietly. I get the feeling I will be working overtime today. The entire shirt comes off so that I can further access his body. The stethoscope is then pressed over his chest then along his back after I help him sit up slightly.

He’s a bit more lucid now. I can see some recognition in his expression. The springs groan under him as he twists and shifts around on the couch to try and get more comfortable. I grab his shoulder to guide him into a more ideal position. Now he’s lying on his stomach with his legs folded under him so that his backside is up in the air. He’s confused and mildly disoriented. The patient doesn’t understand why he’s in this position. “Don’t think. Let me take control for a bit. I’m simply examining you,” I explain.

Too tired to resist, he complies at last. He’s already dozing off. Rather cutely I might add. The thermometer from earlier is still resting on the table. I reach out for it while patting down my lab coat pockets for a familiar bottle of lubricant. I squirt some onto the end of the thermometer then I move even closer to the patient. His sweatpants pool below his waist when I give them a quick tug. Now the patient is fully exposed and ready for further exploration.

His rectum is hidden by his plush cheeks. I give each one a fondle and even a light pinch. A satisfying ruddy colour flushes over his backside. Doing this is my own personal reward for caring for him. In his current sickly mindset he can’t do anything to stop me. Though he has no reason to worry as he’s in good hands. “I will take good care of you,” I say out loud.

The end of the thermometer fits so nicely in his rectum, especially now that he’s pliant and relaxed. I’m beginning to grow a strange attachment to my patient. A possessiveness almost. I push away the feeling and focus back on my current task. I could pull out the thermometer now if I wanted to. But instead I push it further until I’m barely grasping it by the tip. The patient moans low, drooling onto the couch cushions. A chuckle bubbles up in my chest and I end up grinning from ear to ear.

My pants suddenly feel rather tight. I undo my fly to allow some airflow though I don’t touch myself because I still have work to do. I pull the thermometer out of his rectum to read the temperature. It’s just as I suspected, he has a fever. First, I shuffle through my briefcase for a bottle of ibuprofen. The bottle clicks open and I gather one pill for now. Next, I flip over the patient so that he’s laying on his back with his face near me. I force my finger past his lips and press even further so that I can push the pill down his throat. He groans softly while trying to fight me first. But I am stronger. Ultimately, he gives up and finally swallows his medicine.

“Good boy,” I say to try and encourage more compliance.

The bathtub is just as classic as the rest of the house. It has bronze feet and a curved shape. Quite aesthetically pleasing I think. The water takes no time to fill up and along with it the bubbles grow high. It’s only lukewarm, the perfect temperature for my feverish patient. I strip away his clothing and lower him down into the tub. As soon as his skin touches the water he sighs.

To avoid getting my clothing ruined I strip away my lab coat and throw off my rubber gloves. After that, I kneel down beside the tub and get to scrubbing my patient. He’s so weak and pathetic, I can’t help but want to take advantage of this opportunity. I help him lean against the side of the tub so that I can gain access to his rectum. Then I press my index finger inside his warm little hole. A low groan comes from both of our mouths at the same time. He wants more and I want to give more. It’s perfect really.

Two fingers are stretching him open after a while. I’ve lost track of time. It’s just too hard to ignore both of our needs. By now the patient is playing with his penis in the water, stroking it each time I press on his prostate. He’s near orgasm so I quickly pull the plug and allow him some air. He covers the side of the tub with his release all while moaning “Doctor, please pl—please!”

I am also nearly on the edge of my own orgasm. But I hold back. What’s most important is preparing the patient for rest, I have no time for my own selfish needs. The bedroom is nothing special, though admittedly the plush sheets are rather tempting. It’s nearing the evening now and my shift is almost over. I dress the patient in loose pyjamas then lay him in bed. Right as I’m about to leave he grabs my arm. “Please, please I’m so lonely,” He says.

“What a pathetic little slut,” I say with a broad smile. “Spread your legs and I’ll let you take my cock if that’s what you want,”

It takes a lot of effort for him to pull down his pants. He’s panting and half asleep and yet he still offers his body for me to use. I’d be a fool to turn him down. My own pants drop to the floor, I step out of them then crawl onto the bed. In the bedside table, I discover a pack of condoms and some lube. My own cock is large when erect so lots of lube will be needed. During the bath, I prepared his body already which means that I can get started on the fun part right away.

The condom is tight against my body but I don’t mind. I pour a generous amount of lube onto my hands then use it to slick myself up. A quick glance at the patient’s face tells me that he’s fallen into a deep sleep. Good. Rest is the best way to recover.

“My what a perfect little cocksleve you are,” I say right before thrusting forward. My cock fits in easily thanks to the patient’s pliant body. There is no give or tight muscles to ease into. I drag my cock across his crack then snap my hips repeatedly. Now I’m the one drooling. I paint his insides with my release twice before I finally pull out. It’s late and I can go home now. Taking the patient’s ass was the perfect way to wind down. As per usual, I am very pleased.

-!Doctor 💚

[abbacchiosbelt]

NICHE KINKS NICHE KINKS— uhhh I really like medical stuff. latex gloves, that thin robe that barely covers anything, the technical aspects of everything, and laying on a table vulnerable, even mild drugging to make the body tingly... just imagining going in for “an exam” ah..... good...

oh??? s-same… i’ve been wanting to do something with melone and medical kink for a while, but i’m also interested in hearing what other characters y’all would like to see mixed in with this kink 👀

[fuckdrunkftm-archive]

I'd love to inspect you under the exploration of medical kink...gloves and straps to make it clinical, gently pulling, prodding, lightly rubbing. But all my commentary would be completely inappropriate for a check-up, commenting on how wet you're getting under my touch. testing how many fingers you can take while describing how you feel stretched around my hand. y'know, a little medical malpractice, as a treat

- redacted joint anon (I'll sign off as a key 🗝️)

😳😳😳 hhdbdndnd I uhnmmfnf. Yeah not against this necessarily

[rubberglovesandtears]

It’s okay to be nervous during a medical examination, I’ve come to expect it by this point. Goosebumps ripple across your skin when I run my gloved hands down your body. My hands are cold so I warm them up by sticking them between your thighs. You squirm and whimper but I ask you to be relax. Now that my hands are at an adequate temperature I’m able to stick my fingers in your cute little hole. Thank you for being such a good patient for me. I’ll be sure to reward you in due time.

!Doctor 💚

[rubberglovesandtears]

—Medical Log 001 Examination & Ointment Treatment—

The patient is rather shy. Walking into the examination room takes almost physical courage for her. The patient’s whole body gives off a distinct tremble that she tries to hide using her rather large sweater. I quickly adapt my demeanour to make her more comfortable. A slow smile spreads across my face though it’s hidden by my mask. I hope my raised eyebrows and bright eyes are convincing enough. It seems to work as she takes a seat on the bed.

We go over her files together and discuss the treatment options. She explains that her vulva is dry and that she often has trouble achieving orgasm. I nod and acknowledge her words while snapping on a fresh pair of rubber gloves. The sweater swallows up her petit form so I ask her to remove it for the examination. She does so albeit hesitantly.

The sweater must have been a safety blanket of sorts because without it she’s even more nervous. Usually, for an intimate examination, I would be using restraints and stirrups. But her personal files tell me that she would do much better in a more relaxed, casual environment. My lab coat is moved to the hook on the door though my gloves stay on so that I can keep things clean.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. Spread your legs and close your eyes for a bit. Let me have a look,” I say. My hand rubs soothing circles into her thigh until she’s calm enough to comply. Her vulva is brown with broad lips. I run my index finger along the outer shape, tracing it gently. She’s getting more relaxed. Her legs naturally fall open.

“Good girl,” Praise is used to further encourage the patient. She’s smiling and squirming under my touch. I laugh quietly then force myself to focus back on the task at hand.

Ointment is good for dry skin, it would work wonders on her vulva. Though this isn’t just any ointment, this is my unique serum that I developed for previous patients. Her medical needs are familiar to me. This ointment will make her feel sensitive and she will orgasm with significant ease. The tube is squeezed until I’ve gathered a generous amount of ointment on my two fingers. She opens her eyes when she hears the sound. She’s nervous once again.

“It’s alright. This will help you feel better. You want to feel good, don’t you?” I ask.

She nods her head. The patient wants my help but she’s struggling quite a bit. I use my other hand to give her back the sweater from earlier, I let her squeeze it for comfort. The patient is easily able to relax and let me take control now. The ointment is slick against her lips, they become shiny in no time. I want to reward my patient for being so good. So I slip one of my fingers into her tight little hole. Her warm body surrounds my digit, she clenches down and moans loudly.

I indulge her some more. One finger becomes two, then two become three. Her body takes them so well, I find myself swelling with pride. The patient is rutting against my hand and biting down on the balled-up sweater. Drool soaks the fabric. Her clitoris reveals itself when I pull apart her lips and slide my finger up. Her body is producing an obscene amount of slick by this point, it’s hard to keep my fingers in place. Stroking circles into her clitoris is what finally brings her to orgasm. She’s almost in relieved tears by the time I’m done with her.

A towel is used to clean up the mess and I snap on a fresh pair of gloves. I give her an extra tube of ointment along with a sheet of paper containing useful information. She thanks me then dresses back in her bulky sweater. I stand at the end of the hallway waving to her as she practically skips to the waiting room. I’m very pleased.

-!Doctor 💚