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[brattydrench]

He doesn’t ask. He tells.

“Sit on the edge of the bed. Now.” His voice is low and authoritative as he snaps on the black latex gloves. I obey instantly, wearing nothing but a thin white tank top.

He steps close, towering over my smaller frame. Without warning, he yanks the neckline of my top down roughly and slides the stethoscope underneath. The icy metal disk presses hard against my warm skin.

“It’s going to be cold,” he states flatly, like it’s not up for discussion. “Deep breath in. Hold it.”

I gasp as the freezing circle drags slowly across my chest, right under my breast. My nipples harden instantly, stiff and obvious against the thin fabric. He doesn’t care how exposed I look. He just keeps commanding.

“Another deep breath. Deeper.” His gloved hand grips my shoulder firmly, holding me in place while he moves the cold disk with deliberate precision. The room falls silent except for my shaky breathing and the quiet shift of the stethoscope against my skin.

He presses it harder over my racing heart. “Again. Breathe in deep for me.”

The freezing metal glides teasingly close to my nipple, then brushes directly over the stiff peak. A helpless whimper slips out. He notices immediately.

“Heart rate just spiked,” he says, voice dark and satisfied. “Look at those nipples. So fucking hard already and I’ve barely started.”

He moves the stethoscope lower, pressing the cold disk firmly against the underside of my other breast, then slowly drags it upward until it’s circling my aching nipple again.

“Stay still,” he orders sharply when I squirm. His gloved hand tightens on my shoulder. “I want to hear exactly how wet this is making you.”

I’m throbbing between my thighs, breathing ragged, nipples painfully stiff under his clinical control. He’s not even touching me sexually yet, but the way he commands my body while listening to my racing heart makes me feel completely owned.

He leans in closer, lips brushing my ear as he presses the freezing metal right over my left nipple again.

“Breathe in… and don’t you dare look away from me.”

[ambroseaphrodisiac]

kind of a sucker for nice/caring medplay rn .. I can be your favourite test subject I can give you better and clearer data than anyone else I volunteer for extra tests if it means you’ll pet my hair when im tired and calm me down when a test is painful or talk me through an injection or inspection or compliment me on my compliance . pleaseeeeee let me be your favourite test subject.

[doctorlarch]

The first sense that come to you is sound. As you become aware the soft sounds lulling you into a peaceful bliss, as if the sound of wheels over tile floor was the calm of ocean waves. With time the sound develops more clarity, the clanks of the moment of the gurney feeling sharper. You can hear people speaking, although still unaware of how many or what they are saying. Not bothered to try to decipher any of it. You could feel you were moving, the gurney slowing or rounding corners here and there. It seems your mind is beginning to come back to you at the same time as your sight does. As you squint to open your eyes you’re greeted by the aggressive brightness of fluorescent lights flashing above as you pass beneath them. You resort to closing your eyes again but the damage is already done.

“Subject 42 has awoken.” Someone announces as you feel a hand briefly squeeze your shoulder reassuringly. You can feel the glove sticking slightly to your clammy skin as it pulls away. This is when you realize your lack of a shirt, or gown. With what feels like extraordinary effort you open your eyes again and manage to tilt your head slightly to look each way. You can see at least four or five people surrounding you, walking your gurney down a long corridor before the gloved hands of someone at the head of the bed firmly moves your head back to center, shining a light in each eye. It’s hard to gather your thoughts but you think back, can you remember being in any accident? I must be in the hospital obviously, you think. You become aware of the rising beeping of what you can only assume is a heart rate monitor. The hands above you lightly tapping one of your cheeks trying to rouse your full attention. “Take some deep breaths for me. We are almost there.” At this point you finally find the focus to make eye contact with the stranger above you, whose face was mostly obscured by a surgical mask. You do your best to suck in a shakey breath as you burst through a set of double doors. Before you can comprehend what’s happening you’re being lifted and positioned on an operating table by 4 or so masked figures in scrubs. Each arm is stretched out and secured in place before you can begin to think of resisting, the table moves some, and your legs are secured too, albeit in a much more compromising position. Looking down you see your naked body, adorned by a multitude of wires and sensors across your chest and abdomen, you’re not normally shaved bare like this either. You feel movement on one side and look to the left where you see someone pulsing a large syringe into an IV port already in place.

You don’t get to watch for long before your head is being tilted up and back as a mask comes down over your mouth and nose, held firmly in place by strong hands. “You need to calm down, 42, you’ve been through this before. Slow deep breaths. Just let the medicine do its job.” The man spoke in a reassuring tone but nothing he said did anything to ease your rising panic, if anything he added to it. But you didn’t have long to let your thoughts snowball, forseeing your panic the anesthetist had already begun squeezing the rebreather bag, slowly and steadily filling you with whatever plasticly smelling gas was coming through the mask. Just a couple breaths in you’re feeling light and detached. You’re still confused, sure, but no longer feeling the rush to act. You are just a passive passenger in your body, you didn’t know what the many hands touching you were doing but it was none of your concern. You were just along for the ride.

You lost your sense of time long before gaining consciousness in the hallway, unsure and unbothered by how long you’d been breathing in the sweet gas, until now you’re feeling something new, the heavy detached feeling had transformed into something different, you felt very present. Hyper aware of every sensation. You could feel the pull of the sticky pads on your chest and stomach, the wires brushing against your skin with each breath. The air felt so much colder against your exposed genitals, was that wetness?…Oh god, what is that heat building! A groan escapes your lips that I’m not even sure you were aware of as you try to arch your back and wither in your restraints, unable to get far. It all builds so fast! You had no knowledge of how desperately you needed to be touched until you felt the researcher’s gloved hand graze your labia, causing a visible shudder. You started to wonder again what was happening but before your thoughts could progress you were seeing stars…

The lead researcher, sat between your legs fully inserted two fingers into your aching hole. Clenching down, back arching, a moan more animal than human erupted from behind the mask held to your face. You try to comprehend the white hot sensation stemming from your groin as the fingers curl to massage your G-spot momentarily before withdrawing. Leaving you with an aching need you’ve never known before. “Yup, the subject is ready to proceed”

[prettypinkpumpk1ns]

mnfnggh gloved fingers rubbing my clit nd in my mouth mnghh doctorrrr

[mad-scientist-moding]

You love having my gloved hand in your mouth don't you? The taste of the nitrile on your tongue and the feeling of my fingers almost in your throat. You want me to push them farther in until you gag. You want to suck on them like it's doing something for me. You're a good test subject aren't you?

[professional-sinner]

Good cop bad cop but with doctors/scientists. One barking orders "I said lie STILL" the other holding you down, tightening the restraints "just do as he says, sweetheart okay?"

[doctorlarch]

If I tried to escape how would you punish me dr larch?

That really depends on the patient’s temperament and what their treatment plan already entails. One patient’s daily treatment plan might feel like punishment to another. But you could expect a return to being restrained to your bed 24/7, for patients who were allowed to have their hands free to eat by mouth they might loose that privilege and begin tube feeds if they weren’t already. Sometimes it’s an increased use of chemical restraints. For patient’s who’ve made the same mistake a couple of times it could be a trip to the OR. Being awake in the operating room scares some sense into patients quite quickly, even if I do no cutting.

Sometimes escape attempts are a symptom in and of itself, this is common in hysteria cases where agitation and resistance to treatment are classic symptoms. When escape attempts are a symptom there’s often an increase in medication or treatment frequency/intensity. For hysteria patients sometimes it’s a sign that it’s time to consider ECT- or electro-convulsive therapy.

It all depends on what the patient’s diagnosis is and their temperament. Suscessfully breaking a patient requires working with them on an individual level to find what really scares them into compliance.

Don’t worry, I’ll make an obedient patient out of you sooner or later.

-Doctor Larch

[prettypinkpumpk1ns]

giving wet specimen a new meaning once i leave his lab

[goodboynick]

terrified of needles irl but i keep thinking about medplay and some research scientist needs to take my blood every so often during his experiment and lord. it’s making me start to WANT bloodwork and needles what is wrong with me

[scoliosed]

sarah sudhoff, exploratory surgery, from the series repository

[nosoc0mial]

I beg the doctor to stop, crying out my pitiful nos and pleas as my treatment begins. My body shifts in the restraints that bind me to the examination table, trying to move anywhere, to do anything at all as the doctor dons the gloves that will be used to inspect and treat me. To touch my most intimate places while I struggle.

Every time, it's a fight. I refuse to learn, to listen, making every bit of the proceedure harder on myself. My legs are spread wide in stirrups for viewing, for the treatment I need. As the gloved hands reach down to part my labia, I whine and wish already to scream. The slick feeling of the latex against my skin was alien as it spread lubricant across my every fold.

A groan escapes me as the doctor pulled the skin away from my clit, unable to contain my shock and sensation. She questions me on it. I tell her I don't know and begin to beg her to make it stop as she rubs up and down slowly. My words give way to more broken groans and whimpers. My noises are crude and animalistic. The doctor simply remarks that our sessions go this way every time. She isn't wrong.

After a few minutes of the horrible, precise pressure of the doctor's fingers, I reach my climax with a series of screams and pleas for mercy. As the doctor pulls away, I feel my body go limp in the restraints I once fought. There are no words, save for the commentary on how much self-lubrication I'd begun to produce.

It is only then that I hear her peel the gloves off. And worse yet, the donning of another pair.

[cheekydyke]

once again day dreaming about being strapped to a medical table and being experimented on!!!!

[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?"

[nursemetohealth]

hospital

[zivistardust]

Ok so what if we got weird here?

[yearsarewatchingyou]

We have to get really cool with a lot of things REALLY quickly.

[doctorlarch]

Excuse me, doctor...

Can you explain more how you turn bratty defiant patients into docile cooperating ones?

Sure! Chemical and Physical restraints are a big part of that process. I’ve found that most patients just need to understand that they have no say in their care once they walk in my door. The only thing they can control is their behavior; thus deciding how pleasant of a stay they have. While I do love a well behaved plaint patient there is something exhilarating about having a bratty, defiant patient to break. And it is so rewarding to watch a patient go from needing a muzzle to eating pills out of my gloved hand.

While every patient is different and requires individualized care here’s a basic treatment plan for an aggressive patient:

Physical restraints 24/7 unless chemically restrained. Some cases require both together to not hurt themselves trashing about attempting to get out of their restraints.

I continue providing compassionate care, they have to realize that while they have no chance of evading their treatment it’s because I am doing what is best for them. You need this. It’s normal for patients to fight back the first couple days of their admission so I don’t take it personally. Within a week of confinement most patients can be granted some smaller freedoms, such as having their upper body unrestrained for leisure time between treatments, although I do have one long term patient who still has not earned that privilege so it just depends on the patient themselves.

Another thing I find helpful is sensory enhancements to necessary treatments and procedures, an example I’ve discussed before is the preparing of tools in an ice bath before insertion. Another common one is diluting a small amount of something like tiger balm or bio freeze in the lubricant for a gyn procedure. If a patient is having trouble grasping that I am the one in control these small additions of corrective sensory input such as these seem to work well in hammering in their position under me.

Once a patient realizes they are not going to be successful in an escape and that the treatment they receive is much kinder and gentler when they obey, they tend to calm down and accept their position as a patient in my care.

[gutsrearranger]

Thinking about a patient coming in to see me for a check up. They sit down and I’m quick to put my hands on them. Just the average stuff, really, until slowly my fingers creep a little deeper than they should, roaming around their stomach or chest. Surely it’s normal that I’m doing this, and it’s also normal that it feels good, right? I press down precisely in different spots, confidently, knowing what will happen. They squirm, face flushed and legs pressing together. I don’t waste a moment, putting my hands on their thighs. It seems a more thorough checkup must be done, hm?