#windelklinik

[windelsklave-jannis]

My Master forced me to write this text. I had to honestly explain why I’m not a real man…

Mein Herr hat mich gezwungen, diesen Text zu schreiben. Ich musste ehrlich erklären, warum ich kein richtiger Mann bin…

[windelsklave-jannis]

Der Plan meines Herrn mit mir: Aus mir wird seine perfekte Pampers Pamela 💕

Brust-Tattoo → Katheter + Makeup → lange Haare wachsen lassen → Brustimplantate.

Schritt für Schritt macht er mich zu seiner windeltragenden pinken Sissy. Kein Weg zurück.

My Master’s plan for me: turning me into his perfect Pampers Pamela 💕

Tattoo on my chest → catheter + makeup → grow my hair long → breast implants.

Step by step, he’s making me his diapered pink sissy forever.

[windelsklave-jannis]

Northshore Windel für den Tag. 🫣

mein Herr macht mich zu seinem 24/7 Windelsklaven. Dicke Windel, enger Keuschheitskäfig und keine Chance mehr auf Freiheit. Ich gehöre ihm komplett, jeden Tag und jede Nacht. Nutzloser, tropfender Sklaven-Schwanz eingesperrt, während die Windel alles auffängt.

[windelsklave-jannis]

Northshore Windel für den Tag. 🫣

mein Herr macht mich zu seinem 24/7 Windelsklaven. Dicke Windel, enger Keuschheitskäfig und keine Chance mehr auf Freiheit. Ich gehöre ihm komplett, jeden Tag und jede Nacht. Nutzloser, tropfender Sklaven-Schwanz eingesperrt, während die Windel alles auffängt.

[ilovemedfet]

The Surgeon

He placed the glass back on the counter. His buddies laughing as yet another girl walked into the tent wearing a skimpy cowgirl outfit. Granted it was Stampede time, where the entire city nearly shut down and partied for about 10 days western style, but some of the outfits people wore you wondered why they even put clothing on in the first place.

"I wonder if save a horse ride a cowgirl would work as a pick up line." Peter was the first to comment.

"I'll give you 20 bucks if you try it." Adam laughed, his beer spilling slightly as he moved.

Johnny just shook his head at the two. It was still early afternoon, but during Stampede anything went. Beer tents popped up all over the place including the grounds of the Stampede, so it didn't take them long to drag him into one. Though he wasn't able to drink, well he could he just figured he would still be called off to work even if it was his day off. Long hours, and stressful days had pretty much trained this surgeon to be prepared to get the phone call to show up at the hospital any time. How they had even convinced him to escape to the Stampede for some fun was beyond him.

A couple girls sitting nearby shook their heads and started laughing, he could tell they were listening in on his friends slightly drunken conversation.

Country music started playing and a group of locals and tourists got up to try their hand at a line dance. He turned and faced the group of dancers his buddies raising their glasses and laughing.

"Oh man, it's like a flash mob." Adam laughed.

"Do they know any other type of dance around here?" Peter shook his head grabbing another long neck.

Johnny leaned back, "Probably not."

"Ok that does it." The three men look over to one of the girls who had been listening in on their conversation. She stood up and walked the 5 feet over to them. "You come in here and pretend to dress all western with your blue jeans and your cowboy hat, thinking that you pretty much own the west, but I think it's high time someone schooled you on the way of a cowgirl."

Johnny looked the girl up and down, she had on a pair of hip hugger blue jeans a low cut top that showed off her chest and cleavage nicely, her arms free and showing signs of being kissed by the sun, and to top it off her eyes were playing hard to catch under the brim of a black cowboy hat.

"And how do you purpose to do that miss?" Peter smirked tipping his hat to her.

"Jen, let them be." Her friend laughed from behind her at the table. But she just waved to her.

"No, no, it'd time these boys," She said it with a bit of an accent on the word 'boys' looking them up and down, "See how fiery a cowgirl can really be."

"Oh really now?" Johnny smirked, now this he would almost pay to see.

Jen looked at him, he was closer to her, and granted probably the better looking of the three, but merely his proximity meant he would be her target. "That's right..."She looked over at Peter, "Partner, there is a tiger in these tight fitting jeans."

Her friend laughs in the back at the country joke, as Jen grabs the mans hand closest to her and pulls him to stand up straight. She then places a hand on his shoulder and walks around his back until she is on his left side, wrapping her right leg suddenly across his body and hooking his right hip she leans back, stretching her other arm over her shoulder and head, before standing back up and facing him. Her hand still on the back of his neck. Johnny was in shock, unsure of what to do in the situation other than to just stand there and watch. How did he get roped into this? He was just a long for the ride! Granted the more he looked at her curves the more he wouldn't mind putting his hands all over her, examining every inch of her skin, her body, making her squirm and moan under his touch.

Jen dropped her hips sliding down along his body, squatting near his knees and slapping her thighs before coming back up, impressively she was able to time it to the music being played, the slap even being emphasised by the line dancers stomping. She wrapped her hand around the back of his neck again, bringing up her right leg and hooking it around his left hip, she held on to the back of his neck and leaned back, showing off her chest and her stomach all the way down to her hips. Johnny's reaction was to reach out and support her back so she wouldn't fall but he couldn't move. He could only hear his friends laughing and whistling behind him. Jen pulled herself back up took off her cowboy hat, tossing it to her friend and before taking off Johnny's hat and putting it on her own head. Turning so her back was against his chest, she leaned forward as she moved down his body, her ass just barely brushing everything as she worked her way down. As it tickled the now growing bulge in his jeans she came back up and tipped his hat so the brim was further down on her forehead, her shoulders resting against his chest. Her right hand wrapped around the back of his neck as she positioned her hips out and away from his body, leaning down and out. He could see right down her low cut top as she leaned against him, the inviting valley of her cleavage almost beckoning him to look lower, and his eyes didn't betray that feeling. He felt his gaze travel down her chest over her belly button just starting to peek through her shirt which had risen slightly up from her dance movements, to the top of her jeans. He felt her hand move from around his neck, stealing his attention once again as they roamed her body caressing her own skin and curves, traveling lightly over the swell of her breasts and down her tummy. Her thumbs hooked into the waist band of her jeans and she started to shimmy them down slowly.

"Jen!" Her friend laughed, standing up. "We need to get going, the show starts soon and we should go get our seat."

Jen laughed pushing up off the mans' chest.

Johnny released a breath he didn't know he had been holding and felt his friends breath on his neck and shoulders. They had been leaning over trying to see what he had seen and he didn't blame them.

Jen was tempted to keep the man's hat. "Well it was great meeting you boys, but I really must be heading off..."

"Into the sun set." Her friend cut her off and the girls just laughed.

"Wait, my hat!" Johnny stepped towards her and couldn't resist the smirk that traveled from her face to his.

"Hmmm you want it back, you might just have to trade me for it."

Before he knew it Peter had his wallet and pulled out a card, reaching around him and handing it to the girl. "That's his card, whether you keep the hat or not I think you should give him a call."

Jen and her friend laughed hard, before she looked at it. But the moment she read the words Doctor and Surgeon her heart stopped in her chest. There was no way, it had to be a joke, like a fake card or something. From her silence her friend leans over her shoulder and reads the card.

"Ohhh a doctor?" She elbows Jen.

Jen swallows, what the hell did she just do? She couldn't even blame her actions on the fact he had been drinking, because all she had was a coke, she was the designated driver. She took a breath. Ok just relax, she told herself. Ever since she was little she had had a thing for doctors, while her friend was more into the cowboy type, and had a different kind of blast at the Stampede, heart ran when a doctor stood next to her. But she was far too shy to ever really talk to one let alone hit on one. She resisted the urge to put her face in her hands, what had she just done?! She felt her face turn red as she took the cowboy hat off and handed it back to him.

"Well doctor, perhaps we will see you on the grounds." She gave him a wink. Ok that was cool...right? Her heart was racing and she was glad he didn't have a stethoscope on him to hear it, oh gawd why did she just think of that?! That just sent shivers down her body and between her legs, she had to get out of there and fast. She grabbed her friends arm and turned towards the door.

But her friend betrayed her as they left, she turned around and giggled. "We'll be out of the rodeo around 11 then wandering the grounds."

Jen tugged on her friends arm and rushed for the door.

Adam laughed and gave Peter a high five for giving out Jonny's card. "You should get out more often Doctor Johnny." He laughed.

Normally Johnny would agree to a point but the fact that that woman just brushed her body up against his, made him believe it. But the smirk on his face, that came from the look that crossed her face the moment she found out he was a doctor. What had her pick him out of the three of them to dance with, he had no idea, but she was into him, be it the reason he was a doctor not, he could have fun with this. As he watched her leaving, the tight jeans wrapping around her ass as she walked, he wondered what it would be like to have her tied down on his surgical table, cutting off her clothes, and making her squirm as much, if not more than, the word 'doctor' had.

Jen walked out of the rodeo grandstand and looked at her friend. It was crowed, naturally and every possible inch was covered with people trying to escape the area and get back to the midway, even the C-Train to get home. They knew better though, they would hide in the midway and check out some of the games, or rides, while everyone else filled up the platforms trying to catch the 'way to jam packed' train. She put her hands in her pocket, her fingers brushing the doctor's card, making her turn beat red under her cowboy hat as they moved down the stairs and broke off from the pack of people traveling.

Her friend laughed and headed towards one of the food stands that would make any health nut break out in a line of protest. Jen wondered which her friend might chose. The deep fried Oreos? Deep fried ginormous onion where one bite had to be 2000 calories easily? Or head for the cow boy sundae, a mix of meat, mashed potatoes, gravy, cheese and topped with a cherry tomato? Honestly at that time of night, mixed with the amazing heat of July, Jen would rather have a lemonade, or even head for some slush type drink.

As her friend headed to the window Jen looked around at all the lights and sounds of the park. It really was amazing to see everything come to life, even as blackness fell. Suddenly her friend shrieks near her ear making her jump. "What the hell?!"

Her friend starts laughing and grabs her arm, pointing over to her right. "Look!"

Sighing she looked and instantly her heart stopped and she felt her face flush red. Her friend had spotted the surgeon, from before, and his friend walking out of the souvenir store. She guessed they likely bought one of the shiny expensive belt buckles. She swallowed and whispered to her friend. "Let's get out of here before they see us."

Her friend just laughs, oh she wasn't about to let Jen get away with not saying hi. She knew she had a soft spot for doctors, but truth be told she thought it was hilarious to see her turn beat red, when she so rarely did. She grabbed Jens arm and started pulling her towards the three men.

Jen thought she could die right there on the tar mat of the grounds. Not due to the heat, or the hustle and bustle of the day but because she was about to be dragged into facing the man...the doctor, she had oh so recently just ...well literally rubbed her body up and down. She shook her head and put her palm on her face. Oh this was not going to end well. Her friends giggling made her look up and straight into the smirking face of the surgeon and his friends.

"Well hello again!" Her friend elbowed her in the ribs and Jen took a step forward before glaring at her.

"If I didn't know any better...doctor, I'd say you were stalking me." Jen did her best to give him a wink, she was damned if she was going to let him see the control he had over her, the power he had, and could have....that sent butterflies to her stomach and she could feel the wetness begin to grow between her legs.

"Well after the show you put on, I wouldn't blame him." Peter chimed in his two sense worth.

"Maybe she'd like to see his tongue depressor." Adam smirked, though his words were slurring a bit and was obviously more than a bit drunk.

Jen gasped and couldn't control her actions if she tried. She walked right up and smacked the man across the face. "That was uncalled for! Your friend here may be hot, but how..." She let her sentence fade as her actions clearly caught the attention of the nearby people and she guessed the cops passing by would soon be asking questions if she pulled anything else, or continued to say anything. But that didn't stop her heart from pounding in her ears, or the look of pure death across her face. Her friend had gasped beside her, her hand on her mouth.

Johnny took a look at the two girls and then turned to Adam. "I'd have to agree, that was pushing it." But he couldn't help but smile at the fact that Jen had let it slip she thought he was hot. As his gaze moved from his friends to look up and down her body he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have her on his table. Under his fetish, yet trained hands? Would she squirm? Beg? How wet would she get? How many times could he make her cum? By the way she looked him up and down subconsciously stared at his hands and fingers, he guessed all good answers, and high numbers, to his questions. Problem was, how did he get her there?

Adam broke into his thoughts. "I do apologize, I may have had one or two drinks too many."

Jen glared at him, but the instant she looked over to Johnny her death gaze melted back to embarrassed red.

Her friend snorted. "That's an understatement."

"Please let us make it up to you, lets grab a drink, on us." Peter looked at Jen's friend, it was like they had their own secret plot.

She nodded and spun Jen around to walk with the three men towards one of the building that held way more options for food and drinks then the deep friend state of the midway.

As they chose a place and sat down, Jen thought things would get easier, but all she could think about was the way she had moved on his body and wondered what it would have been like if she had done that and his hands had traveled, even examined her, while she did it. She grabbed a drink quick to try and hide the redness she felt building up.

"So how did you guys get to the park?" Jen knew her friend was trying to be casual but was failing miserably.

Peter put his hand on Johnny's shoulder. " Dr. Johnny here drove."

"Oh," Jen made a face that showed she didn't envy him for that decision, "that would suck for parking."

"Well it wasn't easy." He laughed thinking of all the cars that tried to take him for the spot he got close to the grounds....hmmm that got him thinking of how easy it could be to take Jen.

They talked for probably about another 30 min, everyone relaxing as they conversation went on, and they tried to sober Adam up with a few cups of coffee. But as the park closing time came up They headed for the parking lot. Jens friend looked at her cell phone and freaked out over the time and ran for the train totally forgetting about her. Jen watched as he friend bolted, wondering if it was due to a few drinks at the little bar and just left her, or if she did it on purpose so she would be forced to make plans with the surgeon at her side. Though she had to admit it was a bit odd to be standing alone, next to the three men, even if two of them seemed like they were just barely able to stay standing.

Johnny motioned towards the parking lot. "I should get these two sitting down before they fall flat on faces."

Jen smirked, "then they might need a doctor." Instant wetness and redness, she tried to look away. But before she knew it she was following him to his car.

Johnny opened the back seat doors letting the guys get in. Every time someone said the word doctor she instantly went red, granted it could have been the way she had shown him there was more to line dancer then meets the eye, but he guessed there would be more to it than that. And he hoped he wouldn't be wrong. There was a reason he had made sure she followed him to his car. During their makeup drink he had given her a small dose of seconal and knew it would be taking its effect right about now. He had to smirk about it though, as during the drinks she had managed to let it slip she might be into a sedation play, though he couldn't remember how the conversation started, he liked the way it ended.

Jen blinked and shook her head. She started to feel a bit dizzy and lightheaded. She swallowed. "I...I think I better get going."

"Oh?" He smiled and opened the passenger door. "You look a little out of it, maybe I should take you home instead of you taking the train."

She was about to refuse when it was like an instant weight started to take her down, making her tired, and she wasn't sure if she would even make it to the train platform, let alone home. She moved towards the car, surprised how she was almost tripping over her own feet. She closed her eyes, feeling as though the car was slightly spinning, though knowing it wasn't. "I'm just...a...tired." Ya... that made sense right? hmm maybe. She felt the seat belt go across her chest and heard it click in, but then total blackness took over.

Jen yawned her eyes still closed. She felt tired still, not really sure why, but she didn't mind. It had been a long day at the Stampede. From hitting the rides, to embarrassing herself in front of the surgeon, to cheering on the chuck wagons to....wait a second...her friend had dragged her to him. They had been walking the midway and just happened to show up where they were. Jen groaned and thought she heard someone make a "shh" noise. Her forehead creased as she tried to remember what they did after they met on the grounds.....oh right they went for drinks and then she went to help the doctor take his friends back to his car....

Her eyes shot open and immediately blinked trying to close at the bright light. Her hand tried to come up to block the light from her eyes but something held it down. Jen forced her eyes to stay open as she looked down towards her right hand, pulling up again, she noticed it was restrained. She turned her head to the side and looked at her left wrist as she pulled with both her hands, but it too was tied down and neither of them were able to move. Groaning she moved her head and saw a man step into her line of vision. He was fairly tall, and as her eyes focus she saw he was wearing a surgical mask, gown, cap, and even gloves. Panic swept over her like a tornado and she pulled at all the restraints.

Johnny stood there looking down at her as she tried to struggle. Though her clothes were still on he could still make out the outline of her breasts through her tight low cut top. Her cleavage tempting him with the quick rise and fall of her chest with each breath. He wondered how full her breasts would be after he freed them from their restraints. How round and pink would her nipples be? His mind wandered as did his eyes, traveling up and down the length of her body. Peter waved to him from behind her head grabbing his attention. Jen had given in slightly to her restraints, still breathing hard but she wasn't struggling as much. He could see the questions running through her mind but her tongue was hidden behind the fear. Granted he wouldn't hurt...well ok he might end up hurting her, but only in a way that would give her pleasure in the end. The best kind of pain, but of course he wouldn't tell her that, least not yet, he'd let her figure that out. Turning slightly to his side, he took a pair of scissors off the moving table and looked at her for a moment. His hands moved to the bottom of her shirt and started cutting upwards.

Jen wasn't sure if she should sit still or move like her life depended on it. Her head moved quickly from side to side to figure out where she was, but every she saw, just said the same thing, operating room. She felt her shirt lift up at the bottom and tried to look down. She saw him then, the surgeon looking down as he cut the material away. He paused at the base of her sternum and looked her in the eyes. Jen could have sworn he was smirking behind that mask. Ug that mask! What a strange mix of emotions it sent through her. Part of her mind screamed at her that she was in surgery and every horror movie she ever watched flashed through her mind, yet another part of her saw it as giving him power, control, adding to his hotness, or in Jen's case her hotness. The kind of hotness that ran between her legs. Hell she wanted to move just so he wouldn't find that part out, but she couldn't. All she could do was stare back into the eyes looking down at her from atop of the mask as he held the scissors in the one spot, threatening to continue cutting and expose her chest to him. She took a deep breath, which was her downfall, he kept cutting, the material of her shirt falling away. He moved down the short sleeves and before she knew it her shirt was nothing but tatters somewhere underneath and beside her.

Johnny held back a sigh as he looked down at her chest and abdomen. Her skin looked soft and smooth, no visible scars or injuries on first glance, and her bra still teasing him with its hidden gems. Smiling behind the mask he took the scissors and instead of cutting her bra off of her, cut a small hole in her right breast slowly enlarging it so that her erect pink nipple was now showing. It looked as though she was being turned on by this, or at least she was responding to him. He then did the same to her left breast. Peter nodded from Jens head, his approval of the view he now held, of more than just her cleavage.

Jen couldn't help the small whimper that escaped her lips as her nipples were exposed. She was almost more confused now then she was before. Was this surgeon playing with her? Was this all a dream? Or worse, was this going to turn her on and turn out to be some practical joke meant to scare her, but in the end only embarrass her? Oh for the love of...didn't operating rooms have observation areas attached to them?! She pulled on the restraints and saw the surgeon stand up shaking his head. He nodded to someone behind her. Oh crap! So they weren't the only two! There was someone else, did that mean there were lots of people behind her or only one? She closed her eyes for a moment, but as she opened them she saw a hand wave over her face. She swallowed her moth opening slightly, as a black mask came from behind her and moved down towards her face. She tried moving her head to the side, but a hand came out and guiding her face back to mid-line. She balled her hands up in fists as her only way to try and escape, knowing of course that she couldn't get out of the restraints. The mask moved closer to her nose and mouth, blocking out her view of the surgeon. Her heart felt like it was pounding its way out of her chest as she stared up at it. Was it going to knock her out? And did she want that? If it did knock her out then she wouldn't be awake for anything that the surgeon did, wouldn't feel any pain...or pleasure. Wait did she just admit that she might feel pleasure while restrained to a surgical table? She gave her head a mental shake. That was just wrong. But if she didn't go to sleep she would have to feel everything, including the strange excitement she got every time the surgeon moved towards her. The wetness between her legs was causing havoc as her mind tried to decide what it wanted. She wanted to feel his touch, but she didn't at the same time. The rubber looking mask continued to tempt her with the unknown, as she stared at it, seeing something coming off of it and traveling behind her. As she started at it she started to feel more relaxed. She took a couple breaths and realized the mask never actually touched her face.

Johnny took a step back and watched as Peter tease her with the gas. The mask hanging mere inches from her face, forcing her to concentrate on it and only it. She would quickly learn he had full control and she would have to submit to him. He had lots in store for her, and he could make it difficult or easy, it was her choice, though if it were him he would chose both, and secretly that was his plan, a mix of both pleasure and pain. As she started to relax a bit he took the scissors and cut her bra from her body, taking pleasure in watching her breasts fall naturally out to the sides slightly.

Jen blinked as the mask was taken from her sight. She felt that her bra had been cut off, but she didn't seem to mind as much, she chopped that up to the fact that her nipples had already been exposed. She watched as her surgeon turned and walked away, she could hear a something open and hear some glass being shifted before it closing again, but she didn't get much of a chance to try and guess what was going on, when the mysterious person behind her, took hold of her arm and wrapped a piece of rubber tubing tight around her arm, just above her elbow. She gave a slight groan and looked towards her right arm. The surgeon walked back and stood beside her, she blinked looking him up and down, her heart no longer trying to find a way out of her chest, she tried to relax, thinking that maybe he would let her go if she gave in, yet part of her hoping that he wouldn't at the same time.

Johnny walked back towards her, letting his eyes go cold and clinical as he bent down over her arm. His fingers lightly slapping the skin below the rubber tubing to make her veins pop out. He then turned so he knew she could see him directly. Showing her then, the small vial he had taken, between his fingers, then picked up a syringe from the rolling table.

Jens eyes went wide as she saw the syringe. She had wondered what he had been doing with her arm until she saw that. Her right hand made a first and she tried to ask for him to stop, or at least to tell her what was going on, but her mouth was dry and her tongue refused to speak. She watched him in silence, her eyes begging for answers, pleading for some glimmer of what to expect, but getting nothing. The needle poked into the vital and she watched it fill up, he took the vial away and pressed the plunger, liquid spraying out of the syringe as he cleared the air bubbles. Was he really going to give her that? And what was it? Her hand continued to flex and make a fist, trying to pull against the restraint as his hand once again tapped on her inner arm. Seeming satisfied with whatever he had done, she felt the cool wetness of an alcohol swab wipe across her arm. She finally found her voice. "Please." He never looked at her. Why was that the word that came out? And why couldn't she say please no? Or even please explain?

The needle pinched as it dug deep into her arm. She wanted to squirm, to move, but didn't afraid it would hurt more or do damage if she did try to move. She couldn't even look away, even as the liquid slightly burned and tingled on its way in, her eyes hypnotized on his fingers pushing the plunger down and the drug into her arm. She thought she heard someone say the word 'nice,' but wasn't sure. The surgeon removed the rubber tubing and stood for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath she took. Her hand still made fits and flexed her fingers. She thought it felt funny. Her left hand seems to still be quick and respond right away, but her right hand seemed slow as though it were falling asleep. She looked towards her arm, and that simple movement was like she had done a secret signal to the surgeon. His fingers moved to her arm, pinching and putting pressure on it. She gave him a questioning look. And as he pinched again, she could clearly see he held skin, even likely muscle between his fingers, but she felt nothing. She tried again to move her fingers, but nothing happened. She gasped and looked at him. He's just nodded. Jen stared at her arm, almost trying to will her hand move, but what she saw next she could have sworn stopped her heart. The surgical light glinted off the metal of the scalpel he now held against her skin. Her mouth dropped open...Jen watched as the scalpel got closer and closer to her arm, until she could clearly see the blade rest upon her skin. She held her breath and counted her heart beats. One...two.... The surgeon turned his head to face her and gave her a wink stepping back and putting the scalpel back on the table in a 'just kidding' move. The first word that came to mind was JERK! Not only was she restrained to a surgical table and to her surprise slightly turned on, but her surgeon and right now, almost tormentor, was also a comedian. If her hand wasn't restrained she'd slap him, and if it wasn't frozen and asleep she would be tempted to at least try and grab his gown just to show her slight displeasure at his little joke.

Johnny chuckled behind his mask at the look that crossed her face. She had been so sure he was going to cut her, even if she couldn't feel it due to the local anesthetic she had fear written all over her face, except for her eyes. Her eyes twinkled with a slight hint of mischief, like she wondered if he really would do it? He wondered if that part of her sent shivers downwards. He turned to the table beside him and picked up the scissors. His hands moved the waist band of her jeans and he glanced at her before cutting down the right leg.

She gasped. Part of her had felt safe and not vulnerable to his every touch, his every command, because she still had her pants on, but now she wondered how long that would last. She could feel the scissors move down one leg then the other. Her pants falling and the spot covering up her pubic mound was tossed aside and used to pull her pants from under her. She wasn't even sure why she tried to help him remove her pants by slightly lifting her hips, as the restraints allowed her to do, but she did.

Johnny looked at her pink satin panties covering her from the hips down. They weren't lingerie, but then again she probably wasn't expecting to be in a situation where her panties would be exposed, so went with something a bit more comfortable. However, as he tilted his head he couldn't help but see their own sexy flare as they shined in the surgical light. But they wouldn't be there long. He grabbed the metal speculum from the table and held it up for her to see.

Jen released a slow breath as she watched him stand there looking at her underwear. She wondered what could possibly be running through his mind. Were there surgical procedures he could do down there? She figured there had to be, she just tried to pretend there wasn't. It was bad enough when you had to go to the doctor and he muttered the words 'I'm going to have to do a pelvic exam' or some version of them. She could only imagine what it would be like if a doctor, a surgeon at that, had to literally turn on that light and shine every detail of your pussy in front of him for who knows how long! And what if you were awake like she was? Wouldn't that be the most embarrassing moment of your life? Even if you were asleep, the moments before you went under that's all you would be thinking of, and after the procedure, well you could never look surgeon in the eye again...could you? She closed her eyes, yes that would just be too embarrassing, she would just continue to convince herself that that area was always off limits. Until she opened her eyes again. Standing beside her, the surgeon now held the device that no woman anywhere would ever mistake as anything but a speculum. She gasped and pulled at all her restraints. She wasn't sure if her right arm was actually pulling but she knew the rest of her was. He looked at her, the surgical light just behind him almost completely masking his face as her eyes refused to focus on him and not the bright light behind his head. The man behind her place his hands on her shoulders in an attempt to get her to stop struggling. Jen took a staggered breath as she watched the surgeons' hand place the speculum on her stomach. She gasped, her struggles instantly ceasing, the metal felt like an ice cube against her skin.

"Good." Johnny moved to the table and picked up a scalpel and looked down at her, he placed his left hand just below her stomach and the speculum, enjoying the feeling of her skin slightly shivering from both his touch and the cold instrument on her stomach, threatening her...no promising her, of things yet to come. "Would hate for you to move and cause me to accidentally cut you."

Jen wanted to ask what he meant by that but she didn't need too. From the small amount of her ability to tilt her head she saw the scalpel slip just under the waist band of her panties and slice up, instantly causing a hole. He continued to move the instrument like a hot knife through butter and before she knew it she was bared before him. His fingers gripped the shreds and pulled upwards, her panties now gone someplace, she guessed on the floor.

What was under her panties he wouldn't have guessed but he had to admit he liked what he saw. He turned to face Peter who gave him a few quick nods. Oh he could tell what Johnny had planned next. He looked back down at her pubic mound, placing his latex hands just beside her hip bones, his fingers pointing in and down.

Jen gasped, she couldn't help it. She started to move but felt the speculum slide slightly on her stomach. In fear that he might use it if it fell or started to really move she stayed still, even held her breath. His fingers started to move slowly, not much, but enough that she couldn't tell if he was massaging her or palpitating for something under her skin. She wasn't sure how to feel about it. Her mind still racing that now he could see everything, literally touch everything, every inch of her body, yet the feeling of his hands were commanding, powerful, yet soft, methodical. And the feeling of the latex against her skin was smooth, almost flawless. She closed her eyes.

"I think she might be enjoying this doctor." The voice from behind her head cut into her thoughts, and immediately had her open her eyes.

"Hmmmmm, let me see if you are correct."

Without warning Jen felt his one hand slip between her partially separated legs and slide down her pussy. She gasped loudly, giving a slight moan as she felt his fingers slip easily inside of her.

Johnny smirked behind his mask and taking his fingers away from Jens body he rubbed her juices now on his glove as he looked towards Peter, knowing full well Jen would see him do it. "I do believe you are right."

Embarrassment instantly shot throughout her body, almost worst then when she had danced her body all over the surgeon. The feeling sending even more wetness to where his hand had just been. She wondered then if the man beside her was the same surgeon she had danced on....would that be a good thing or bad? Would he be taking out some sort of revenge for any embarrassment she caused him? And even if he was why did she feel herself get wetter and wetter every time he looked at her in that damned mask?!

"But I'm afraid this just won't do." He placed a hand over her pubic hairs. It was obvious she trimmed even possibly shaved or waxed a bit, as she wasn't bushy but had a nice even, almost design to her. He took a tube of shaving cream from the table and squeezed it across her pubic area, then gently rubbed it around and over her pussy. He then picked up a shaver and looked at her.

Jen froze. Was this really happening?! His hand on her most secret of places has been a sweet torture all its own, and in her random thoughts she had often wondered what it would be like to have a man shave her, but this...She felt the razor blade make its first swipe across the top of her pussy....she closed her eyes, giving in to the pure sensation and knowledge that soon he really could, and would, see everything of her body.The cloth that gently wiped over her now bare pussy lips made her jump inside. Not because it was rough, or cold, but because it was in his hand. Jen watched him, feeling the speculum on her stomach with each breath. It laid just above his other hand, which rested just below her naval, allowing his finger tips to tantalize her now exposed pubic mound with his touch. Ug! It was driving her mad! She shouldn't enjoy this, but a part of her was. Each time he dared to look at him, dressed up in his surgical scrubs, his gloves and cap, and that damned mask that hid his true identity, and emotions, from her whenever he glanced up from shaving her to see her reaction, it sent shivers down her spine. She wanted to scream. Scream for someone to come and save her. Scream for mercy. But most importantly, scream for him to do more.

His hand dipped lower, the tips of his fingers just curving the top of her mound, mere millimetres away from her clit. Oh gawd, if he touched her there she had no idea what she would do. His middle finger moved in a slow calculated circle, just above her most sensitive spot, and she gasped, causing the speculum to fall from her stomach and clang onto the metal surgical table.

Johnny turned his head and grinned at her behind the mask. Oh he knew she couldn't see it, but now was time for the real fun to start. He nodded towards Peter to be prepared as he placed his hands on Jens' abdomen. "I'm just going to palpate your abdomen, let me know if anything hurts."

Her heart pounded in her throat, was this really happening? Would she wake up at home in bed wondering where this came from? And if she did, would she regret that it was only a dream?!

He started lower, just below the outline of her stomach, moving ever so slowly up. Pressing down with medium pressure. He loved to watch the way her smooth creamy skin bowed to his fingers, each time they depressed to examine her. As he moved up her right side towards her rib cage, he let his eyes wander to her nipples. They were so responsive, so pink, so erect, that he wanted to take off his operating mask and suck on them. Gently grab them between his teeth and shoot feelings of pleasure and pain straight through her body, down to her clit, causing her to get super wet...but not now, now he had bigger plans.

Jen was trying hard to control her breathing, she didn't want this surgeon to know he was quickly putting her under his skills, his control. Though the pressure moving across her stomach was a bit odd, but was also driving her crazy. And it didn't help that he made sure he felt every inch of her stomach. First moving in a larger circle then in an almost back and forth motion. Her hips moved slightly, arching in a way that might allow his examining hand to slip a finger to two over her clit, yet she knew it wouldn't happen. And right now...she actually didn't want him to, sure her body might be excited, and defiantly would be if he touched her, but his hands...they gave her different feelings. She was once told that women usually say they enjoy an abdominal exam, and now she was understanding why. It was slow, methodic, touching every part of her body. Though she never actually felt the feeling of his bare skin against hers as he touched her, and she regretted that, the soft smooth latex that covered his hands was still mesmerizing. But it was more than the fact that she could watch him, all dressed up in surgical gear, could feel his fingers and palms on her, it was deeper than that. It was like a prey animal, hating to be on its back to expose the stomach in fear of being eaten, of showing weakness, yet once exposed and given in to the touch, it felt more like protection. Like someone was looking out for the things that you might hide, because they cared. She shook her head and felt the hand from behind her rest on her shoulder for a moment. How crazy was she?!

Johnny brought his hands back to where he had started, leaving one hand on her creamy skin and bringing the other hand up tapped lightly on his fingers. Her muscles were tight, obviously from her being stressed more than guarding, but he wasn't going to miss anything that while she be in this position that needed attention, after all, he had put her in this position. But what he didn't like was the way she tried to pull away as he tapped on some key areas. "Does this hurt?" He looked at her.

The moment his eyes met hers she stopped breathing. What did she say? And could she even bring herself to speak without screaming? It had hurt, not too bad, but if she said yes, would he open her up? The thought caused her skin to shiver and goose bumps to travel all the way down her stomach. She shook her head, she had to lie. "No."

The way her breath had caught in a tiny gasp and her stomach flinch, he knew she was lying but that, he could have fun with later, now, oh now he was going to bring her really to her knees. "Hmmm...I don't believe you," he raised a hand to stop her protests, "But I can always come back to this." He nodded to Peter and Jen heard the wheels of a stool roll closer to her. Johnny placed his hand on her thigh and let it trail down her leg as he moved to her ankle restraint. "Tell me, are you going to be a good patient and behave, or do I have to take extra measures to make sure that you do?"

Her heart pounded. Swallowing, she could see the black mask tempting her from above, promising to be used if she didn't cooperate, and it only make her more compliant. She dared to tear her eyes away from it and look at him down by her foot, she could only imagine what he had planned. "I...I...I'll cooperate d...doctor."

His eyebrows raised, he doubt she would, when she realised what he was going to do, but he would give her the chance at least. "Good."

Jen saw him give a sign to whomever was behind her, and her eyes rested right back on the black mask dangling over her. Surely they wouldn't use it again...would they? They had used it before, so it was probably a safe bet that they would, but why was it just hanging there? Why was it threatening to take away her control? Her ability to fight him? What did her doctor have planned? The smooth soft latex against her ankle gave her her answer. It loosened the restraint around it and freed her leg. Jen debated trying to kick it, and she could tell they were waiting for her to do something, for the surgeon merely held on to her leg, and the mask moved slightly lower. She froze. She froze until she felt her leg move up and into a stirrup position. But she didn`t have time to fight it, before she could, it was strapped into place, her entire calf muscle was trapped as was her ankle. She groaned and saw the mask move down, it was closer now, she could almost smell the intoxicating gas that would take her down, it made her heart race. Part of her wanted it, but an even bigger part of her wanted to fight it. Show the surgeon who was boss. So when he moved to her left leg, and freed her ankle, she jumped, bringing her leg up she struggled against all her bonds. She never felt it come into contact with the surgeon so he must have been prepared, but she wasn`t allowed the chance to see if she was correct. The man behind her gave her maybe a heart beat in her struggles before placing that dreaded black mask down on her face, sealing it tight, preventing her from not inhaling the drug. Jen tried though, moving her head side to side, but to no avail she was trapped, and sinking fast. She gulped in the gas with each struggle she made, and before she knew it she felt her eyes drooping, and her body relax against the table. She heard the surgeons voice, it was low and slow, like when a tape player ran out of batteries and the voices were slowed down. She guessed it was from the drug more than him actually speaking that way.

"Not too much, we don't want her to fall asleep...yet."

Jen wasn't sure what she was more fearful off, his key word of yet, or the fact that she could feel, even in her dazed sleep, that both her legs were up, spreading her wide so that every inch of her pussy was fully exposed and open for her surgeon, and another restraint had been added across her hips, keeping her in place.Johnny watched as Jens head rolled slightly side to side, slowly, as she fought through the fogginess of the gas. He moved closer to her, putting his hand on her pubic mound and slowly stroking downward, letting his fingers splay out and touch every inch of her sweet woman hood. He watched how even in her sleep her body responded by getting wetter. It was so pink, so open, just waiting for him. All he could do was just stare as she fought to regain her conscious mind. It wouldn't take her long, but with her restrained to his surgical table he could take all the time in the world. Though he did often like a woman to be trimmed, showing a bit of pubic hair, he had to admit that shaving her, and seeing the result, made his normally lose scrub pants feel slightly tighter. It was so soft, even through the surgical gloves, and he could just smell the beginnings of her arousal. Warm and sweet.

Jen blinked as the bright light slowly came back into focus. She felt something stroke down her pussy, it was soft, smooth, and felt good, but it didn't make sense...maybe it was just a dream, something left over from...she tried to move her hips and felt the restraint holding them down. It all came flooding back to her. She gasped and tried to look down. She could see him clearly between her legs. The green surgical cap and mask sitting right between them, staring at her most private of areas. Her heart ran. Did he just touch her? Stroke her? Jen rested her head back on the table for a moment licking her dry lips, before looking back at him. The site of his eyes, the only thing uncovered to her, sent butterflies to her tummy, and wetness between her legs. How embarrassing was that?! He could see everything! Including how excited she was getting. She stared at him until his eyes shifted from looking at her pussy and up at her. Immediately she put her head back down, his simple stare was enough to send redness to her cheeks and a strange desire for him to touch her again.

Judging by the way she was looking at him Johnny guessed she was rapidly coming out of her twilight sleep, and he could think of nothing better to jolt her the rest of the way then to have just a little bit of fun with his patient. He looked up at her, smirking behind his mask when she looked away almost instantly from embarrassment, and talked to Peter behind her. "I think we should test her sexual responses, don't you think so...doctor?" He knew the word would drive her crazy, he had seen it in her eyes the moment she saw his card and read that he was a doctor, and she didn't disappoint him. Her body betrayed any ounce of her trying to hide her feelings as her pussy tightened and her clit gave a small pulse at the word.

"I do believe you are right doctor, have to make sure she is healthy." Peter leaned in close to her ear, he couldn't help trying to send a couple shivers down her spine. "You know, his hands are right at your most private and protected spot...able to touch, explore, and examine anything, and I do mean, anything, he wants to." He whispered low into her ear, emphasizing every word. "And there is. Nothing. You. Can do. About. it."

Jen gasped and tried to pull on her restraints, making a mental note that her right arm was responding now compared to before, but stopped struggling the moment she felt the surgeons' fingers slowly slip against her pussy, just under her precious lips.

Johnny loved the way she would try to struggle, try to show she wanted to escape, even gave soft moans of effort, and how each time she did, and his hands touched her, she instantly stopped. Became putty in his hands, her moans turning to gasps, soft whimpers for mercy and pleasure. He brought his right hand against her soft skin, with his palm facing towards him he slipped his forefinger and his middle finger just inside her pussy lips, sliding them until they were along the length of the folds. As Jen held her breath, he slowly pushed his fingers outwards, spreading her lips to fully expose her pussy to him. It was so sweet, so pink, begging him to examine her. He glanced at her as she dared to look away from the ceiling at him. The moment her eyes met his he let his thumb touch her clit. Lightly at first, but it was enough to make her catch her breath. He smiled. His thumb slowly moving in a circle over her clit. Sending shots of pleasure through her core. He watched as it swelled with excitement at his touch. Just teasing her.

Jen thought she could die of embarrassment. Here she was on a surgical table, with a surgeon between her legs, dressed as though he were going to perform surgery, yet his hands were dancing pleasure. His fingers spreading and exposing her, causing her to blush and her toes to curl and give away her overwhelming desire to have him touch her more. But she shouldn't be responding like that?! She should be fighting! Yes fighting! This doctor shouldn't have control over her, she should be fighting her restraints, after all she never asked for this...or had she? She shook her head as his thumb rested just over her clit. Oh the sensations running through her. Her stomach clenched in pleasure, her clit throbbed and wanted more, her hips were begging her to try and move them just to see if they could brush her clit against his thumb itself. But she refused to give in...yes refused...right? She chewed on her bottom lip, why was his thumb just resting there?!...She took a frustrated breath and pulled on her restraints, damn him! He wasn't going to have this type of control!

"I think your patient is misbehaving doctor." The voice from behind her cut into her attempts to escape, and for half a second she froze then pulled against, secretly hoping her movements would brush her clit against his thumb.

"Hmmm, I think I know something that will get her attention and really test her sexual responses." Johnny pulled his hand away from her pussy, and watched as Jen struggled, the restraints holding her down perfectly, her struggles rewarding her only with making her short of breath. Taking a tube of lube, he generously applied it to his fingers, though Jen was quite wet from his touch and the situation, that he guessed he really didn't even need it. Then moving back between her legs he pressed two fingers at her entrance way, Jen stopped moving.

"What...are...you...doing?" She gasped between breaths, almost ready to give in to the thought that she was, as the voice behind her had said, 'his patient,' but almost was the key word.

He grinned behind his mask, deciding whether or not he was going to look at her as he spoke his words or not. Then figuring it would be far more effective to trap her eyes with his, he looked straight at her, slipping his fingers inside of her, enjoying the shocked gasp of pleasure as he did. "I'm going to look for something that few men seem to find on a woman."

Jen looked right back at him, she knew he meant her G-Spot. At first she had no idea what to say, only felt his fingers moving, slowly rotating inside of her so they curved upwards and moved along inside of her. Finally finding her tongue, she put as much attitude into her words as she possibly could. "And what makes you think that you can find what so many others can not?!"

Oh she would regret that attitude soon enough. Soon she would be begging him to let her cum. "Because, my dear patient, not only am I a man and a doctor, but I'm a surgeon, which means..." just as he started speaking he found it. Felt the difference in her vaginal wall. "That I have a much more intimate knowledge of the human body...in particular, the female anatomy." He gently pressed on her G-Spot and watched as she gasped and arched her head back. Her submission didn't last too long as he looked back up at him, but watched as she struggled, his fingers lightly massaging and teasing her G-Spot. As her lips quivered, he brought his thumb back to her clit and rubbed in a small circle, while his fingers teased inside as well.

Jen gasped and arched back, her body tightening and shaking, her hands balling into fists and relaxing, as her toes did the same. She couldn't help the words that escaped her mouth as she leaned back. "Oh Gawd!"She heard the two men laughing but at that moment all she could feel were his fingers inside of her, moving in a come here motion, begging her cum, to cum to his will. His thumb adding sweet pressure and tickles of pleasure that shot right up her stomach, tightening it in anticipation. Her thighs were so tight she could swear she would feel every muscle in her body complaining to her for the next 3 weeks as if she had worked out too hard. But that didn't matter. Not now. Now all that mattered were his fingers, his touch, and hoping that they never stopped.

"I think that's a pretty positive response, don't you think so?"

Johnny nodded stopping all motion of his fingers for just a moment, letting them rest where they were. "I think so, perhaps I should stop?"

Jen wasn't sure how loud she was but she could have sworn she might have yelled it, "Please don't!" Again the male laughter hit her ears, but it was soon drowned out by the motion of his skilled hands and fingers. Teasing her clit and toying with her G-Spot. Oh she wanted to fight it, wanted to make him think she had the control, that she could fight anything he threw at her, but his fingers....her clit felt like it was a cold burning fire, twitching and throbbing with pleasure. Begging her to give in and release. Her G-Spot never having been stimulated in such a manor commanded her actions. If the restraint hadn't been holding down her hips, she knew they would be flying off in their own motions.

"I think she is going to cum for you, doctor."

"Hmmm...I think you're right. And if my patient knows what's good for her, she WILL cum."

Ug the arrogance, the power, it drove her mad. But not mad to fight, mad to give in. To give into his control, his power, his kills, his exam. Her mind lifted all blocks and before she knew it her body was shaking in pleasure. She screamed as every muscle tightened, every ounce of pleasure running through them and her brain. She came hard and fast, and she had him to thank for it, and she had a feeling he knew it.

Johnny continued to stroke and tease her as wave after wave of pleasure shot through his patients body. That's right, HIS patient. Her juices covered his palm and cuff of his scrubs. He watched as her chest arched high, her breasts reaching up and out, her nipples so erect and pink, begging him to pay attention to them too. Her vaginal walls gripped his fingers tightly, milking them as though they could somehow give her more, he loved it.

As the waves calmed down, and her muscles loosened around his fingers, he slowly with drew his fingers, knowing her clit would be extra sensitive. He watched as her chest panted with effort to catch her breath. He stood up from between her legs and came to her side. She was still off in subspace, that she barely looked at him. He grinned and taking a nearby stethoscope placed the cool bell on her chest, and listened to her heart. It was strong and pounded in his ears as it moved from its rapid pace of excitement and stress, down to a more calmed level with each breath she took.

Jen took a couple deep breaths, finally coming down from her high, still unbelieving that it just happened. It had just happened right? She blinked and saw the surgical light glaring down at her, yep...it had most definitely just happened. But if that didn't convince her, the surgeon beside her, snapping on a new pair of gloves, sure did. She had no idea what to say, all she wanted to do was to close her legs so he couldn't see how wet he was making her by just standing there. Standing over her in his scrubs, his eyes looking down at her from a top of his surgical mask. But she couldn't. Her legs were still strapped up and out so that if at any time he wanted to, all he had to do was walk down and see her most private of areas. And for the love of all things good in the world, why did she want him to go down there?!

Johnny took a warmed tube of KY jelly and watched his patients' eyes follow him as he moved it to her left breast and squeezed some of the jelly around her breast just below the pink of her areola. Placing the tube on her stomach, he brought his hands down and slowly started to massage the jelly into her skin and on her breast. It didn't take long for her to reward his fingers with a soft moan of pleasure. As the jelly worked itself in, he picked up the tube and did the same to her right breast. Making sure his fingertips rubbed the Jelly smoothly over, around, and under each breast. The warmth of the jelly producing the same effect as if she had just stepped out of the shower, making her breasts slightly softer and easier to examine for any small abnormalities.... Hmmmm the shower, now there was a tempting thought. His eyes could already feast upon her naked flesh, laying in wait for him, begging him to touch and examine, manipulate and heal, but how much sweeter would it be to see her just slip into the warm water as it cascaded down on her curves. Dampening and darkening her long hair, letting it stick to her body and direct some of the water droplets over her supple skin. While the rest of the water found its own path. As his hands massaged around her left breast and down, he thought of how one drop might go. Smoothly rounding over her shoulder, zigzagging down her full tender breast, coming to a short stop above her nipple. The nipple that right now, thanks to the gentle probing of his fingers, stood erect, begging for attention, the pink areola around it wrinkling and flowering to produce the wonderful succulent bud he longed to take between his lips. His fingers moved down into the valley between her breasts as he repeated the same movements on her right breast. The water droplet would be free to continue down her cleavage, slowly inching its way down further south, just missing her belly button and...

Jen moaned, his fingers were soft yet methodical, checking every curve of her breasts, and she loved how as his hand would every now and again cup her breast, they just hung over it. She would admit she had bigger breasts, not that any of the guys she ever told that too would agree with her, but at this moment she knew way. His hands taking the weight of her breasts, moving them around, massaging them, examining them, she could feel herself getting wetter with each touch. Was it wrong that part of her wanted him to take off those gloves and feel his bare skin against hers?

Johnny took a step back from Jen and cleared his throat, gawd his scrub pants felt so tight! If She hadn't moaned and broke his thoughts...well he wasn't sure what might have happened. Peter moved and caught his peripheral vision as he stood back. Though his friend also had on a mask he could tell he wouldn't live this moment down for a long time.

Jen couldn't help her reaction, her body tensed and she groaned in frustration, this was a torture all of its own. He brings her to a new high, tiring out her entire body with skilled and practiced fingers, then relaxes and excites her with his touch, but then just pulls away?! She wasn't able to move her hips up, but she was still able to move her shoulders and stomach slightly, so she did. Her frustration took control, she groaned and tried twisting.

"I think your patient is upset doctor." The voice behind her laughed slightly as it spoke.

"You would be to if..." a gloved hand from behind her slipped over her mouth and held on tight. It stilled her for a moment, as the smell of the latex hit her nose. She panted behind the hand, then for one brave moment tilted her head and tried to bite the palm holding her mouth, but it was expertly cupped, holding her in place and keeping his hand out of biting range. Peter looked up at Johnny, his hand pressing tighter against Jens face, pressing her head down against the surgical table. "She's trying to bite me!"

"Hmmm seems my patient still hasn't learned that she needs to follow doctors orders." Johnny looked down in her eyes, she stared back at him, not moving but the defiance was there. He wasn't surprised, he kind of expected it, after all he had just been driving her sexual responses through the roof then pulled back, but every patient needs to learn to listen to their doctor. He turned away and moved to a small moveable table nearby. Picking up the scalpel he turned and held it up, just so she could see it in the light.

Jen followed his movements and instantly froze when she saw the scalpel. She swallowed, giving in to the hand holding her down, resting her head against the table and relaxing her body. Surely he wouldn't use it...would he?!

Johnny loved the way her body instantly froze at the site of the instrument. Nodding to Peter to keep her head in place so she couldn't see his movements Johnny slowly brought the blade town towards her abdomen. "You know, you really shouldn't fight your doctor..." Palming the surgical instrument with ease he turned it around just seconds before it actually touched her skin, allowing the blunt end of the scalpel to touch and dig slightly into her body.

Jen gasped at the pressure of the blade. She was certain it was going to cut her. Her heart pounded, she wanted to fight it, she wanted to move, but was too afraid. Afraid that if she did, he might actually cut her, but even more afraid that she would anger him, or upset him, and he wouldn't touch her any more. What a strange feeling that was. She cared, she wanted to make her doctor happy, please him, follow his orders.

Using the tip of the blunt end he pressed harder and ran a quick slice down her upper abdomen and down just past her stomach, tracing along her abdominal aorta. She gasped and he watched as her body arched in reflex, expecting to feel pain, to feel blood, but nothing came. He nodded to Peter who slowly removed his hand as the realization sunk in that she hadn't actually been cut. Peter leaned in close to Jens ear as her body relaxed against the metal table. "That could have ended far differently." He knew Johnny wouldn't actually hurt her, but she didn't know that, and he loved to watch her body squirm to fight then fall so quickly into submission under the surgeons' skills. "I suggest you be a good patient for your doctor."

Johnny watched as Jen licked her lips, nodding slowly that she would obey, but he had to just be sure. Using his free hand he leaned slightly and gently teased her clit, flicking and rubbing the still sensitive gem. Her body responded instantly. Her muscles tightening and her breathing came out in soft moans, but not once did she move to try to get away. He looked at her and watched as her eyes tried to look away but were held with his. Holding up the scalpel so she could see it clearly, he brought it down and placed it along where he had just pretended to cut her. The pulse that would race under it would remind her that it was there, and that he was in control, he was her doctor.

She closed her eyes for a moment, thankful that she hadn't been cut, yet was incredibly turned on that the surgeon had made the move. So dominant, so in control, she was his patient and he was not about to let her forget that fact. When she opened them again she saw the black mask hanging dangerously close to her face, her heart pounded, but it only hovered for a moment, maybe two before it slipped out of view. What was going on?! What did they have planned? Would they really knock her out completely? Jen released a sigh of relief as the mask disappeared but watched as the surgeon moved down between her legs. Ug he just had to go there and see how wet and excited he was making her! Just had to be able to see everything! She started to wonder how red she was turning from the embarrassment.

Johnny moved back down between her legs and picked up the speculum, it was metal and cold, but he kept it from her sight, not that she could see well with the angle of her head, but this was one thing that he always enjoyed seeing the reaction to. The woman knowing that very soon, something was going to invade her viginal core. Open her to show everything about her, hold back no secrets. It always made them quieter, submissive, hoping that the exam would be over quickly, but this one...no this one was one he planned to take his sweet time in performing.

Jen could hear motions from below, but she couldn't see what was going on, and it drove her insane. She wanted to move, to almost force action to come, but as she started, she felt her pulse beat against the cool scalpel laying across her stomach, reminding her she was in his hands. So she stayed still, almost willing the doctor to do something, but what she felt next, she couldn't help the slight jump. The cold metal of a speculum touched her inner thigh, a slight attempt to warm it before it would slide inside of her. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. She wanted to beg for him not to use it, while at the same time, she wanted him to use it... until she felt the cold metal start to push its way into her entrance...

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The Prank

Jade put on some latex gloves and looked over her friends' shoulder into the window showing the nearby operating room. She still couldn't believe she had agreed to this. Her friend moved behind her helping to tie on a surgical mask.

"You sure you are ok with this?" She smirked looking down at the tight scrubs hugging Jades curves oh so nicely, there was no way her plan could fail. "If you have any doubts, now would be the time to back out, cause he will walk in any moment now."

Jades heart beat hard in her chest. She would be lying if she told her friend she wasn't at least a tiny bit nervous, but she wasn't about to back out. Now, when her friend had first come to her complaining about the arrogant surgeon, she never would have dreamed the ladies night jokes and plans would have become reality. Sarah had graduated from nursing about 2 years ago now, and she had constantly, in some form or another, brought up this one doctor, over and over again, though it often contained some comments about wondering what he would look like without his scrubs, the conversation usually turned towards how she would like to teach him a lesson. How he had a god complex, and thought he was, in essence, the best out there. Jade knew it was common for surgeons to get some form of a god complex, but she hardly believed everything that Sarah complained about. Though when she did try to question something, she was told flat out, that the opinions were unanimous among her other nurse friends. Jade wouldn't have believed it, but when Sarah brought her to a girls night out, and she met some of the other nurses...well it lead to her being prepped for the ultimate prank. Of course she would never admit to Sarah that she partly agreed to be the bait because she thought doctors were hot. As she felt the tie tighten against the back of her head she took a breath and shook her head. "No I'm in, just a bit nervous."

"Ha! I don't blame you. Now just remember, we will be waiting close by. Bonnie has his assistant occupied, so when he comes in you don't have to worry about someone interrupting you, but he will likely be a bit upset when things aren't going to plan."

"If he gets upset with a late assistant how is going to feel about a substitute nurse trying to turn him on and distract him?!" Sarah laughed and pushed Jade towards the door. Jade looked at her over the top of the mask. "You know, one good rule I always had..." She looked over her shoulder at the still empty operating room, just waiting for the events to unfold, then back at her friend. " You never piss off your surgeon..." She backed into the room, "At least not until AFTER he performs surgery on you." Jade winked then looked around at the room as the door closed behind her.

Looking around the room she swallowed. Not many would actually get to be in an operating room like this, just looking. She figured, of course, that most who entered this room were scared of it, the moment they heard the word surgery, not curious or nervous excitement to pull off a prank like she was. As her eyes scanned everything in it, she could see why though, various instruments, the lights, and of course the single metal table. It felt to her like she were standing in front of an empty Olympic sized swimming pool all by herself. It felt cold, sterile, and she could almost swear she heard a heartbeat echoing in the room, a beat that would give her true identity, and purpose, away, but she didn't have long to think about it, before the doctor walked in. He moved passed her at first, giving her the chance to look him up and down. Though he hadn't spoken a word to her yet, she couldn't believe all of her conversations about him, with Sarah, hadn't started off with wondering what he looked like under his scrubs, because damn he was hot. Or maybe that was just the nervousness talking.

Jade watched as he moved about, checking things. His mask was on but he wasn't in full gear, and she couldn't help but stare. Part of her wanted nothing more than to climb up on the table and beg him to examine her and see how many times his skilled hands...and maybe other parts...could make her cum. But an even bigger part just had her frozen in her tracks. She was in an operating room, with a surgeon...a hot surgeon at that, about to pull probably one of the biggest pranks she could imagine...good god was it too late to back out?! Maybe she could suddenly fake not feeling well and just slip out the door the way she came in... ya like that would be the best plan. 'Oh Mr. Hot surgeon I'm not feeling very well I think I have to go'....well of course she wouldn't phrase it like that, but still, would she really consider telling a doctor she didn't feel well to try and sneak away?! Especially knowing that full well her scrubs were practically skin tight?! The doctor would have to be out of his mind to let her get away!

Jade closed her eyes for a second and when she opened them she saw her friend in the window staring at her and then motioning with her head towards the surgeon who was now starting to turn and give his strange, and silent, nurse a look. Jade snapped to attention and made herself look busy, moving a few items, things her friend had prompted her to do.

Her heart pounded, her hands felt like the gloves could slip right off, part of her prayed he would say something to her, the other part just told her to jump right into it before he did say something and make her more nervous. Jade cautiously walked towards the table, taking note of the surgeons' whereabouts as he was getting a bit agitated his assistant hadn't shown up yet. Looking at the wall she slowly bent over the table as though reaching for something. She felt the tight scrubs her friend had gotten her, pull across her curves, showing every inch of her back side, even a slight hint of the creamy white skin of her lower back as the scrub top rode up. At that moment she felt him come up behind her, she decided to go with the second option, of just jumping right in.

Feeling him stand behind her she turned and pressed her lips against his. Though they both had their masks on, it didn't seem to matter, as she brought her hands up and began to rub them over his back and shoulders, almost holding him into the kiss so he couldn't escape.

Mark walked into the operating room and sighed, there was so much to be done and there was only one, count them one, nurse inside! And of course she wasn't really doing much, in fact he could almost swear she was just standing there watching him, which was stupid, considering he knew pretty much all the nurses, especially those that would be in his operating room, and none of them would be that careless or unprepared. He would just start some of his own preparations for surgery, while he waited for the others to show up. Or at least try too, before he confronted the nurse. He looked at her reflection in the glass of one of the cupboards. Come to think of it, she really didn't look that familiar. Even though they had masks on, he could usually tell which nurse was which, simply by their body type or movement mannerisms. Granted she hadn't moved since he really walked into the room, he still couldn't place her as to which nurse he normally worked with.

Why didn't he hear movement? Why wasn't she asking him what he would like her to do or even asking him where the others were? As he turned to ask her if she needed help, she took his breath away. Stretching over the operating table he could see every curve of her body, even the faint outline of her panties beneath her scrubs. And her top slid up just enough to tease his eyes with her skin, which he was guessing was oh so soft. Blinking and snapping out of it he moved behind her to reprimand her for her actions when suddenly she turned around and kissed him, well if he could call it that. Her mask met his, perfectly to where his lips were. Surprised he just stood there a moment, which allowed her hands to move over his back, just as he was about to step away, holding him in place. Her hands slowly moving over his sides came back to his stomach, slowly pulling up along the bottom of his scrub top, the latex on her hands gliding over the bare skin on his abdomen.

Jade kept her hands on his stomach and winked at him as she slowly positioned herself to sit on the surgical table. Part of her wanted to run, strictly because of where she was sitting, but she longed to see how this would go, and if she never got to have fun with a doctor ever in her life, well then she certainly would now. Though she was curious if he could feel her racing heart through the gloves on her hands as they roamed over his bare stomach. His eyes were trapped in hers as she moved so she was on her knees in front of him on the table. Bringing her hands down to the waist band of her shirt she slowly pulled up her scrub top, and tossed it to the floor behind her. Her hands slowly moving over her chest, framing and circling her breasts which were covered only by a small string bikini top. Jade wondered if his heart was racing like hers was. She could see his mind was trapped between wanting to either report her to some medical association, or take her right there on the table. Though she wondered what he would ultimately choose, she was beginning to wonder not only how far she could take it before she broke down and gave in, telling him everything, but also how long her friend, and her motley crew of nurses, who wanted some pay back, would wait before they broke in on her fun.

Part One of Ending One

Mark watched in shocked awe as the nurse climbed up onto the table, her feet curled just underneath her back side, which moments ago, he had seen in almost perfect unobstructed view. Her hands slowly moved across her figure, drawing his eyes to follow every slow caress of her curves that they made. But as she brought her top up and over her head, he was greeted to the most amazing view of her breasts. They were big, but not overly so, probably just fit perfectly into his hands for an extended breast exam. The string bikini top, she had on, just barely contained them, and he guessed should she do much bending or movement, her breasts would pop out, or at least slip enough to show off her nipples. He wondered how pink they would be, and how round, until her hand ran softly down towards her belly button, and a pair of hands grabbed her arms, snapping him out of his trance. Thank God scrub pans were lose fitting!

Jade jumped, not expecting to have someone come up behind her and grab her. She tried to move away but the grip got stronger. Her heart beat so hard she could swear it was going to jump right out of her chest, had she just been caught?! And if so what was going to happen?! Would she be arrested? Banned from the hospital...could they even ban someone from the hospital?!

Mark watched for a moment as the nurses eyes grew big as saucers, and her breasts moved rapidly up and down, with each startled breath. He leaned in close to her. "You know, the other night I was finally convinced by a couple friends of mine, to go out for a drink."

Jade just stared at him, unsure of what to say or do. She kept hoping the one holding her would release enough that she could pop off the table and run like hell.

He smirked behind his mask, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest. "While I was there I overheard part of a conversation of some nurses."

Jade could have sworn her heart just stopped beating. Maybe she should beg for forgiveness now. Promise to never see a doctor again unless she was unconscious! But she couldn't say a word right then even if her life depended on it.

"It was a very interesting conversation, I have to admit." He looked at her, almost wishing she could see the grin behind his mask as he looked at her. "See, when nurses talk, saying I believe that I know everything...it's because I do."

Jade decided to test the grip of whoever was holding her, twisting her shoulders just enough to try and pull away, but the hands just tightened even giving her a small shake to warn her cooperate.

He paced back and forth in front of her for a moment, just to let her mind wonder what was coming next, then turned and face her again. "But what I don't know...is just which one of my nurses decided to try and pull off a prank like this."

Jade gasped as he moved towards her. She leaned back trying to keep him from finding out, when the person behind her took such control of her body that she found herself twisted and laying down on her back looking up at the masked surgeon. His hand reached down towards her face, she tried moving her head, but it was no use, he grabbed her mask and pulled it down.

Mark stopped and took a step back. He didn't know this woman now laying on his table looking up at him.

Jade felt the hands holding down her shoulders, to keep her in place, loosen in surprise at her unveiling. Though it wasn't enough that she could run for her life from the operating room, like she was in a bad horror movie, she could tell she wasn't what either of them were expecting.

Mark looked down at her for a moment, before looking around the room. He had planned to get even with whichever nurse actually decided to be brave, after all he knew most of them, and if they were going to pull it off, they should expect some sort of retaliation if he found out, but some unknown woman. Would it be wrong to put her through the plans he had running through his head. To slowly, carefully and fully examine every inch of her body. To make her squirm and beg for his mercy, promising always to obey his doctor's orders? He glanced at his assistant who shrugged his shoulders, showing he would follow whatever lead Mark went with. Taking a breath he stepped back up to the surgical table and placed his hands on the edge. "Hmmm, now you aren't one of my normal nurses."

Jade took a staggered breath , preparing to say something...anything. But what? Should she lie and try to tell him she was from another department or maybe even an exchange nurse? Or should she tell him the truth, out her friend and try to book it for the hills?! Gawd she wished she hadn't taken off her scrub top yet. Or better yet, had been in scrubs, and gown and whatever else she could put on to keep her body from his prying eyes. What a change when just a few moments ago she was pulling off her shirt to make him squirm, and feeling the heat begin to pool low in her belly as she did so. She slowly licked her lips, as though that would help the words to come out easier. "No, doctor, I'm not." She tried to pull against the one holding her shoulders down. But the grip got tighter, she gave a frustrated sigh. "Please let me go."

Mark just looked down at her. "Who are you that I should just let you walk off my table?"

For a split second she had forgotten she was in an operating room, now thanks to his words her heart was racing like a rabbits. "I'm...a friend."

"Oh I see...so a friend of yours put you up to this?"

Jade pulled again, hoping not to have to answer him. "Ug! Who is holding me down? I was told they were keeping your assistant busy!"

Though he wasn't impressed he didn't get an answer right away, he had to admit he loved to watch her squirm. Her stomach tightening just enough to draw in her belly button, adding to her curves and soft skin tone. Her breasts jiggling and moving inside of the bikini top, though he could just see the beginnings of the material sliding out of place, releasing her breasts from its hold. "Oh yes, they are doing a great job, then again he could be doing the same to them." He grinned. "See I was there with 2 of my friends, both of which have assisted me and continue to do so. On the board I wrote Paul's name for today, of course he was in on it, same with Ryan behind you. So while Paul was busy with the nurses, Ryan over there waited for the right moment." He winked at her.

Jade groaned, closing her eyes for just a moment. Should she beg? Plead for forgiveness?

"Look, " she opened her eyes to look into his. Gawd he looked so hot looking down all dominating on her. His mask, a love hate relationship. She loved the way it made him look, made him slightly mysterious and in control, but she hated that at the same time, not being able to see all the emotions on his face, see what he had planned. She should have ripped it off with her teeth when she had the chance earlier. "I'm sorry, I meant no harm by it, please let me go." She heard the man, Ryan, behind her laughing.

Mark grinned behind his mask and looked at her. He was tempted to let her go, after all it might mean more repercussions for a non co-worker, but as her breasts rose and fell and her legs parted slightly, he realised that she had agreed to this. She should have known the risks if she were caught. "Who put you up to this?"

At that moment Jade had never been so tempted in her life to rat out a friend. Though she found the surgeon hot, and could feel herself getting wet at being restrained and looked upon from atop his mask, she was embarrassed by the whole scene and wanted to get out and lick her wounds, so to speak. "A friend."

"Sounds to me like she is going to be a bit difficult doctor." Ryan smirked, looking up at Mark. He hoped, that even though the girl was more of an outsider, that Mark would still carry out the plans they had made previously.

"Indeed." Mark looked her in the eyes. "So tell me, by your little...prank, did you mean to embarrass me? Humiliate me? Dominate me?" He loved her eyes, they were so expressive as he moved about her. The way they followed him, and betrayed her emotions of either running for the hills or begging for more.

Jade took a breath to try and relax her nerves. Why wasn't her friend coming into the room to save her? Where were the other nurses? Surely they could come in and take over, end the scenario, right? No they probably ran for the hills the moment they realised their doctor had found them out. Oh, how was she possibly going to answer him. Here she was, laying on his operating table, the cold metal against her back, half undressed, in his world, at his mercy. She could lie, say no and hope it would mean she could go. She could say yes, however, and hope she either just got a talking to, maybe a diner date, and fall to his pity and be released. She looked up at the surgical lights, they were still off, but seeing them, knowing where she was, was enough to make her fight or flight responses betray her. She whispered, "yes."

Mark grinned big under his mask and looked towards Ryan, nodding before leaning in close to her ear and whispering low, "Good, because I plan to do the same to you."

[ilovemedfet]

Operation

I arrived at the Center for Interventive Health in the early afternoon. I had been referred to the medical practice by a previous doctor, who, while seeming frustrated by my tendency not to follow doctor's orders, had insisted I see a specialist to follow up on some lab tests. I was pretty nervous; medical appointments of any kind were, well, not my favorite activity, and I tended to avoid them as much as I could.

Locking my car, I collected my coat and walked to the entrance. A sign near the large, single story building directed patients towards a small frosted-glass door in the center of the structure, so I followed the path towards it. I opened the door and found myself in a small waiting room.

The small room was quiet; a few hard chairs sat in rows near the walls, with little tables with the usual magazines in rows. Across from the doors, a frosted glass partition separated a receptionist and a large white desk from the otherwise deserted room.

I walked over to the glass as the young receptionist looked up, smiling. I found my thinking she had a nice smile; her brown hair and blue eyes contrasted with a bright white blouse, and her small helped put me a little at ease.

John Turner?" the receptionist asked, with a light accent I couldn't quite place.

"That's me," I replied, somewhat surprised that she knew who I was. "I guess I'm expected, then? I have an appointment to follow up on some test?"

"You're our last patient today; we don't like to run late. We just have a few forms for you to fill out, here." The receptionist slid me a clipboard with a huge number of papers. "It's our standard paperwork;" she said. "Your referring doctor gave us your information; you only need to sign on the end."

I made a show of skimming the first few pages, then, as most people probably tended to, skipped to the end and signed. I returned the clipboard, and the receptionist grabbed a nearby file, and stood up.

"Alright, I'll take you right back." She retrieved a short-sleeved white coat and a stethoscope, which she hung around her neck. Opening a door nearby, she invited I past the entryway.

"You'll be seeing Doctor Samantha today. I'm Robin, one of her assistants. I'll get you all prepared for her, get your vitals and so forth." I followed her past the reception desk into a wide hallway area, and Robin led me off in one direction.

"So what's the deal here?" I asked. "My physician insisted I come, but didn't explain much. What test is it that I'm here for?"

"I'll let Doctor Samantha answer your questions," Robin replied as we walked down the hall. "I'll be doing your preliminary exam, and then the Doctor will be seeing you."

"Want to take a short tour?" Robin asked. "There's too much see here at the Center before we get started, but we at least have time to see the highlights." To me, putting my potentially unpleasant exam off a bit sounded like a great idea, and I said so.

"Well, behind us is our dental practice," Robin indicated the direction opposite where they were headed. "We have many different services and specialties available to our patients." We passed a few rooms that were clearly storage, and a sign which read 'General Medicine.

"Up here are our general exam rooms, where we'll put you in a moment." Under the sign was what looked like another small reception area. At a computer desk nearby sat a tall woman, with bright green eyes, dressed in pink scrubs.

The new woman greeted them as they approached. "Hi Robin. Is this him?" Apparently everyone knew their appointments, I thought.

"It is; just giving him the tour before his exam." Robin replied.

"Make sure to show him the operating room, everyone always loves to see it," the new woman replied as we continued on. We went past the desk, and past several side rooms. Some had doors open, and I could see the various trappings of a doctor's office inside; eye charts, exam tables, white gurneys and the like.

"That's Doctor Anna." Robin explained as turned a corner in the hallway "She's a specialist and assists here occasionally. "

"She mentioned an operating room?" I asked.

"Yes; the Center has a fully equipped OR for each department. And here we are; take a look!" We now stood in front of two swinging doors made of metal and glass. I stepped close to the glass. Behind, I could see a large room with an operating table in the center. The table was partially draped with blue sheets or paper, and had both arm-rest sticking out perpendicular to the main body. I could see all sorts of machines all around the table, stands holding bags of liquid, and tubes and wires. Three large light arrays were hanging down from the ceiling above. It certainly looked like a fully equipped operating room to me.

Robin smiled. "Want to take a closer look? We really only need an exam room, but it's not like the OR is in use." She pushed open one of the doors. "It might be more interesting just to do our exam here..."

I shuddered. I was nervous enough being here, and didn't want to go in. "I don't think that's a good idea; I'm a bit of coward and would prefer the less interesting setting."

Robin looked disappointed and let the door swing closed. "Suit yourself; we'll just get you setup in an exam room then." We headed back down the hall, and through a side room, into a normal looking exam room. Robin shut the door behind us.

"You can hang your coat on the door," she indicated as she turned her attention to the file she carried. "Then take off your shirt and sit up on the gurney here."

I took off my coat, and hung it on on a hook. Feeling a little vulnerable, I took off my shirt as well, and hung it over my coat. In the corner of the exam room sat a white padded cot of some kind, which looked like it might be some sort of mobile gurney. It sat high off the ground, with its back in a seated position. I hoisted myself up and sat on the edge as instructed. My feet dangled just above the ground.

Robin opened the file on a nearby counter, and began washing her hands as she read it. Finishing, she pulled on a pair of white latex gloves. From a tray already on the counter, she took a small syringe and a vial, and turned towards me.

"Now, John, before we get started, your file says you've missed some important boosters. Before Doctor Samantha gets here, we'll get you up to date." Robin stuck the syringe in the vial, and carefully drew out a measured dose. I felt myself getting more nervous; this was a major part of doctor visits I hated, but I said nothing. Robin tapped out the air bubbles, and retrieved an alcohol swab.

"Just a little pinch, now, and then the hard part will be over," she said. I felt a cold spot as she swabbed my exposed shoulder, and I looked away. "Here we go..."

I felt a sharp stab as Robin quickly stuck in the syringe. The pain grew somewhat as she depressed the syringe. "Ow!" I said, although carefully not sounding too distressed.

"Almost there..." Robin comforted, and then she was done, and make a note in the file.

"That's it! Not so bad, was it? Let's get the rest of the preliminaries over with before Doctor Samantha is ready." I found myself somewhat relived; that wasn't bad at all.

Looking at a wall clock, she next took my wrist, and put her finger on my pulse. "We'll just count it out for a minute; the old fashion way." she said as she watched the clock for a full minute. I found myself getting a little bored, honestly.

Next, Robin retrieved a blood-pressure cuff from a mount on the wall, and the stethoscope from around her neck. "Scoot back against the backrest, and give me your arm." Robin told me. I pushed myself back against the soft back, and I let her take my left arm in her gloved hands. She wrapped the cuff above my elbow, velcroing it tight. She put her cold stethoscope on my elbow, and inflated the cuff slowly.

I could feel the beating of my heart in my arm, and felt a funny sensation as she inflated it. It felt like the pressure was traveling up my arm, into my chest and my head. "Ummm..." I said, not particularly eloquently. My arms began to tingle and I found I was dizzy.

"Ummm.. I think something's wrong." I said to Robin. I tried to sit up, but found I could hardly move; my mussels seemed weak and I couldn't find my balance.

Robin smiled. "Don't fight it." She said. "That injection works very quickly." Putting a gloved hand against my chest, she pressed me back into the white mattress.

I thought that was a very confusing thing for her to say, and her reaction confused me. But I didn't spend much time worrying about it, as the room abruptly lurched backwards and went dark.

Robin watched as John's eyes because unfocused, and slowly closed. The sedative in the "booster shot" worked very fast, but she held him down for a minute, just to make sure it had taken full effect, before deflating and removing the blood-pressure cuff. Unlocking the wheels on the gurney, she moved it away from the wall, and with a lever reclined it (and its sedated patient) flat. She folded up metal side-rails as there was a knock on the door.

"Come in, Janet!" Robin invited. The door opened to reveal another young woman, blond and in purple surgical scrubs.

"How'd it go?" The new woman, Nurse Janet, asked, as she retrieved a pair of scissors from Robin's tray.

"He didn't want to walk into the operating room on his own accord, but the 'exam' went smooth as silk. Didn't struggle at all." Robin reported, undoing John's belt. Janet began cutting off John's pants and underwear, as Robin prepared the gurney to move.

I have vague snippets for the next few minutes. Images of ceiling tiles going by as I moved down a hallway, fading out to blackness. A disconnected impression of a nurse in purple scrubs looking down at me. Movement through a set of double-doors. Female voices talking to each other, gloved hands lifting me, touching my chest, taping something there? Three uncomfortably bright lights stabbing my eyes as they fluttered closed again. An impression of a room with people in motion, busy people all around me. A rythmic beeping noise as I drifted off.

My next impression was that someone had poked me in the right arm. I opened my eyes, disoriented. It was impossibly bright. I tried to shield my eyes with a hand, but neither arm moved when I willed it, which only added to my confusion.

I was on my back, cold... naked? My head felt like it was full of gauze, and I shook my head to try to clear it. I tried to speak, to ask who was there, to ask what was going on, but my throat was impossibly dry and I only made a quiet croaking noise. What had happened? I left like I was in a hospital for some reason; had I been in an accident?

"He's waking up." said a familiar voice with a light accent. Robin's voice. My memory rushed back; I remembered the clinic, waiting for the Doctor, the injection. I turned my head to the side and opened my eyes again, and the rhythmic beeping noise in the background sped up.

I was in the operating room I'd seen earlier. I could see my right arm palm-up on the arm rest, with two black straps holding it in place, as a nurse with long white gloves taped down an IV needle she'd just inserted. Behind her, another nurse was drawing a big syringe full of liquid; both nurses wore green surgical gowns and caps, and were masked, but I recognized Robin's blue eyes when the second nurse looked at me.

I noticed I had sensors on my chest, too, and wires leading from them to a nearby display. Something squeezed my left arm. A blood pressure cuff? I turned to find that it was; there was also a sensor on a finger, and my left arm was also strapped down. Another green-gowned figure stood to my left side, with a white mask. The figure reached up and moved one of the surgical lights to shine less in my face.

"Hello, John" the new figure spoke, a female voice. "I'm Doctor Samantha. Everything is alright. You're in our operating room, and we're about to get started. Just close your eyes, and you'll just drift off to sleep." I tried to talk, to object. I wasn't supposed to be getting an operation! But I couldn't seem to make any words.

I pulled on my arms, my legs, to sit up, but my legs didn't move very far and my chest was held down, too. Only my head was free. This was very wrong! I could see I was naked, hooked up to all sorts of sensors, strapped to an operating table. I didn't want to be here, but I couldn't get free!

"It's alright John, we'll take good care of you. You won't feel a thing." Another voice spoke behind and above me, and another masked figure leaned into my view from above. Green eyes. I think it was Dr. Anne, who I'd seen earlier? "Janet, let's push some Versed; he's getting agitated."

I watched, helpless, as Robin passed the nurse I didn't know (it must be Janet) a syringe from a nearby tray. I try to say "no", to call out, but I can no more yell than get my arms free. "This will just help you relax," Robin tells me as Janet plunges the needle into a port on the IV tube and injects the contents.

Everyone goes quiet for a minute. I look around franticly; they're all watching me for the inevitable effect. I prepare to fight it, to try to stay lucid, my heart racing. But when it hits me I immediately melt. The room begins to spin, my vision softens. I still know this is wrong, but it bothers me a lot less. My head flops onto its small pillow, and I look up at Nurse Robin's eyes. She's sitting on a stool close to me now, behind me, right by my head. She's upside-down from my perspective. Her gloved hands rest reassuringly on my shoulders. I don't recall her moving, or maybe I'm just having a hard time keeping up with what's going on now. Her blue eyes, above her bright white surgical mask, smile at me, and I want to get lost in them.

"That's much better, isn't it?" she asks. I force myself to look around, away from her eyes. The room is in motion again. Janet injects another syringe, then prepares yet another, this one full of white stuff. Dr. Samantha is preparing a tray full of surgical tools; I spot a scalpel, forceps, cotton balls soaked in disinfectant. Dr. Anna is somewhere behind my head pushing buttons and turning dials on a large machine. I look back at Robin, who I can tell is still smiling. I vaguely notice the heart-monitor is beeping slower now. I'm not sure if anything I just saw should bother me, so I smile back at her. I feel warm and happy now, which seems strange for some reason I can't place...

“I'm ready to proceed, Anna,” Dr. Samantha says. “Please put our patient under.”

Robin stands from her stool, and moves back towards the big machine, out of my view. Before I can be concerned, she is replaced by Anne and her green eyes smiling down at me. “Alright, John, tilt your head back for me?” The latex of her left hand presses lightly against my chin, and I willingly comply. I'm looking up at her masked face, the bright surgical lights, the ceiling, and Anne's right hand appears holding a big clear plastic anesthesia mask. I'm momentarily concerned, but the drugs quickly push the feeling away as she starts talking. “I'm going to put this mask over your face, and I want you to take some deep breaths for me. Can you do that?” I momentarily want to say no, but can't remember why.

She lowers the mask onto my face slowly, the plastic making a tight seal. “Deep breaths now, John.” she tells me. I cautiously take a breath through the mask, which smells sweet. I can taste the air, the gas, on my tongue. It's not so bad. I breath out, and take another breath, this one deeper.

“That's it..” Anna is watching me closely. “Deep breath in, then blow it away.” I breath out, and in again. “Good... that's it. Just relax and breath...” I take another breath, and notice I'm getting dizzy. Another breath. Another... in... and out. The table I'm on seems softer, and the lights above me brighter.

I hear Anna's voice again, quieter, almost far away. “Sevo now, please, Robin.” I take another breath, this one involuntary, like the gas is forcing its way into my lungs. The lights are even brighter, and my eyelids are getting heavy. The gas forces itself in again, and my vision blurs.

“Off to sleep, now, John.” Anna says. Nurse Janet is injecting something into my arm; it burns but I barely notice it. Suddenly, I don't want to sleep. This isn't right. Something isn't right. But I take another breath, and my eyelids flutter closed. The burning from the injection travels up my vein quickly, and I'm floating off the table. The gas forces its way in again....

I hear a voice, far away, but I can't understand it, and then there's nothing.

[ilovemedfet]

NEW Post

I was due for an oral check-up, but since my previous dentist was retired, I was informed by a friend of mine, Dave, to visit his. I had him set up an appointment, but he did not mention that was for me. As I entered the office, a gorgeous 5'7' black hair, green eye nurse, greeted me behind her desk while wearing her white lab coat and underneath a total black dress. She suggested sitting in the waiting area while I filled out the required paperwork. As I sat, I had the chance to see her long

latex boots covering her tall legs, which made focusing on the writing even more difficult. At some point I think she noticed how I was admiring her and she giggled while watching me. After I finished with the paperwork, I went to give it back to the nurse. Out of the blue she asked me what my relationship with Dave and she giggled again. I responded that we were best friends since high-school so she was more reluctant and she told me

-"Oh lovely, so you know each other really well, are you like him?". Since he was my best friend I deemed that the appropriate answer was

-"Yes of course we are doing the same things all the time"

-Awesome then let's get you preped since the dentist is going to finish in around 10 minutes

-OK sure,

She then guided me to the back where the examination rooms were. She went first in the room and opened the lights. It was a typical dental office room where in the middle there was a 90's dental chair all the way flat the nurse told me that since in my history I mentioned that I had a fever in the week they have to ensure that I am healthy enough and not a contagion risk.

She instructed me to sit on the chair and she went on the counter to get a stethoscope. She told me to remove my shirt so as to listen. The usual breathe in and out procedure and then she ordered me to lower my pants.

-Wow what's that for??

Its the normal procedure for patient's that were ill recently to take their temperature.

So why to lower my pants then?

Because I am going to have to take it rectally, this is the only accurate way

Said while she giggled. She didn't allow any chance of negotiations so I did as I was instructed but of course I took my time. In the meanwhile, she had turned her back to me and she was preparing her tools on the counter next to the chair, the tools that I couldn't see. While I was undressing I noticed that she made my cock a little hard, and before I even think how to cover it up, she turned and looked at me, while she grabbed a pair of extra small black latex gloves from the counter. This was the final nail, I felt a huge rush on my cock while she looked at it and said:

-Ohh don't worry honey, it happens to many patients , said while she pulled the gloves tight and released them with a snap.

I felt so embarrassed that I didn't even dare to look her in the face.

-Let's get started, the dentist will be done any minute now and since she thought the appointment was for Dave, you are the last patient of the day.

Her tone suddenly became more firm and strict

-Get on hands and knees and face to the mirror in front!!

I did as I was instructed at once and then she went behind me and she slowly squirted some lube on her fingers and played with it only with her two fingers slowly and steady while she had a sadistic face that I could see in the mirror

-I am gonna lube you up a bit to make it go easier said and with the other hand focused the dental lamp on my butt and raised the chair to her waist.

Then the most embarrassing moment, or so I thought, came she just plummeted her finger deep inside me and began moving it in and out in a sensual, yet vigorous way.

-Yep, I can now see that you and Dave are the same, awesome, the dentist will appreciate that.

That was a strange comment to make but it took my mind away for a moment, while she put a second finger up my ass and that thought completely disrupted. Before I knew it she began fingering my prostate which made me almost go blind from pleasure. Up to that I haven't done anything more that regular missionary sex and yet I was on all fours in a dental chair with a lamp on my butt and a gorgeous nurse fingering my prostate and I was delirious from pleasure. Just at this moment the door slammed open and a 40 year old busty dentist with glasses rushed in and said

-Ohhh you are getting him ready for my part, hahahah and then she froze,

I thought Dave had the appointment, I am sorry!!!

Don't worry miss said the nurse this is Mike, Dave's best friend they are one of the same as you can see and they both laughed so hard. He had fever the previous week so I had to check him

As I can see you are doing a really good job at it, hahahaha

Both laughed so sadistically that made me worry what I have got my self into and then as I was about to say something a slap came from the dentist to my butt cheeks that I could feel my entire body sheering, which made me unable to answer.

As I expected said the dentist, just like Dave, I am gonna wait for your dental check-up inside, but if the nurse thinks that other part's of you need checking to, then we will fix that also.

And she went away.

The nurse who for the whole time continuing fingering my prostate just popped her fingers out and put the thermometer in me. She came to my face and said, "and I will assist her honey!!" That felt so good but yet so different to me, but I didn't dare to respond. She then discarded her gloves to the trash and was waiting beside me.

-Well well well what do we have hear?? She said while she wiped the pre-cum from my cockhead. You like being fingered by women in the ass??? Or maybe is the gloves that turn you on you pervert?? I suppose both things for you should be a turn on, then we will have so much fun when the dentist learns about it. So you stay hear and you dear drop the thermometer from your butt, there will be consequences and she left the room.

I was waiting for her, trying not to drop the thermometer while holding my position and suddenly the nurse entered the room with a set of leather cuffs. This is for our and your safety and she placed them on me. She grabbed a pair of black gloves and got the thermometer out, such a relief not to drop it, but then immediately while she was reading it, she put a finger and started fingering me again.

-Well you seem healthy enough for what we have prepared for you, hahahah, but it seems that the gloves create you a boner. Enjoy it because the rest of the pleasure will be only for me and the dentist. At this moment, she inserted a suppository and told me to hold it for 5 minutes, and she went away while I had to stay again in that position. She came back and told me to go to the bathroom, Then, she picked me up to go in the other dental room where the dentist would do the procedures in me. I was totally naked and the nurse was guiding me with her gloved hand grabbing me from my cock.

As we entered the room a futuristic minimal modern chair along with mirrors on the walls was setting the scenery. As the nurse dragged me from my cock and nearing the chair I noticed two metal trays ready and covered on the counter next to the chair.

Sit here love, and will get you comfy.

She placed me on the chair and with a snap she put the cuffs in position locking my hands in place next to my body and then a lap belt secured my chest and then she left the room. Fixed in place in an upright position I began looking around the space, which apart from the restraints was a totally normal modern dentist room.

At this moment the dentist along with the nurse came in

Well Well Well!, the dentist said

I hear that you had a lot of fun with nurse in the next room, but in here we will have even more, for us at least, you shouldn't have told us you are the same with Dave as he has very particular appointments and now we are prepared for that I think though that you might enjoyed them too either way there is no change. Who knows maybe you are the same after all, both laughed so hard and sadistically.

We will take great care of your ... teeth and the rest of you, the nurse said giggling

Of course, shall we get started then, suggested the dentist, while both of them went and grabbed a pair of extra tight white latex gloves. Not surprised that they wore them with a snap.

The nurse went on the counter and began preparing the first tray while the dentist came close to me put the chair on a flat position and raised it very high to work on me while she was standing. She began touching me from head to toe and this of course made my cock just hard.

Ohh great we might not need the lube after all, hahaha.

Just then the nurse put the tray on the dental chair, it was all the normal staff that you find in an oral checkup, pick, mirror, tweezer, explorer and various probes. She flicked the light and point it at my cock, then before I could talk she tried to push in a thermometer down my hole which made me squirm because I hadn't noticed that on the tray and came as a surprise/

Hmmm maybe not yet!, said the dentist and the nurse immediately took the syringe and but it inside my cock while squirting water.

Maybe now will fit said the nurse

Let's see otherwise we have lots of work to do in order to get him where we need for the grand finale, both laughed.

I was so nervous at the moment, I never had anything in my bum before, let alone something inside my cock. I was so nervous that I couldn't move and two ladies I just met, were putting a probe down my cock, but at the same time I was feeling my veins down there working overtime and ready to burst from excitement. I was the horniest I have ever been, period.

The nurse got my peehole wet enough and the dentist just put the thermometer with little pressure all the way in. I felt it tingling my prostate but the feeling was so different from the stretching I couldn't get pleasure yet. After 2 minutes the dentist got it out

Just fine, you can adapt pretty easily, good for you. Lets start working on your teeth now. Said as both discarded their gloves and got new ones. The nurse came and lowered the chair put her mask on and until then I couldn't see the dentist which was behind me. She sat on her chair and then I was sitting in between her legs. I could literally smell how wet she was after all this and we were just starting. The nurse sat on a chair on the left and after she passed the mirror and explorer the dentist adjusted the light and the nurse started touching my nipples. That's what they call lust and pain.

She began exploring my mouth, teeth by teeth taking her time and of course not being the most delicate, for sure on purpose, in the meantime the nurse was changing between twisting and just touching my nipples which was driving me crazy. All I could see was the dentist looking in my mouth in a glare from all the lights and although I was so horny I was feeling my boner to go down. This is when I felt a slap on my cock from the nurse who she left my nipples alone and began squishing it both the cock and balls until it got hard again, not that there was another option.

That's a surprise said the dentist, No cavities, and stroked my cheek, you are such a good boy, We always have a surprise for the good boys, you earned it. Just then the nurse gave my cock a couple of strokes but without lube and with the gloves it was so painful but yet made me even hornier.

Now the nurse will do a little bit of scaling and I will begin to explore the state of your cock, then they swapped places and changed their gloves once again. The nurse put her shield on and got the ultrasonic scalar. The dentist reveled the second tray which because I was laying so flat I couldn't see what was on. She grabbed a metal rod, at this moment I knew where this was going. She squirted some gel on it from and put it just in my peehole, slid it in and then it was the most interesting feeling of coldness, pain from stretching and pleasure altogether all the way in as it was gliding down my shaft. Just before it reached my prostate again she drew it back and began fucking my cock. I was feeling that I would cum in seconds.

Just then she got it out and looked at the nurse's work in my mouth, she gave her the all good and grabbed a bigger sound and continued fucking my urethra in and out streching it and most definitely enjoying it.

After almost 10 minutes of these heavenly feelings the nurse just finished scaling and she cleaned her shield from all the spit blood and water, removed my bib and both removed their gloves.

You know we are not done scaling, right? asked the nurse and just then the dentist pointed the light on my cock. I didn't know what to expect

The thought of what else could be scaled just send shievers down my naked back. But still my cock was rock hard. After a very brief break, the two ladies stood up and brought the dental chair again to the upright position and they were looking at me from head to toe like admiring their work. With a very quick move the dentist put on a black nitrile glove from the counter and forced her fingers inside my mouth single hand for just a quick look, instantly the nurse just moved the light now blinding me but pointing towards my mouth. She forced her long slender fingers inside my mouth stretching my cheeks, gliding the tips on my teeth, and checking the results of the cleaning that the nurse has done.

Oh you did amazing job, I am sure you will do even better at his cock now, said to the nurse and patted her butt playfully.

With just a flick got her fingers off my mouth and discarded her black nitrile glove. Then she just grabbed by the dental light and came so close to my face that my cock was just juddering from wanting to burst from all the blood that was pumping inside of it like never before.

You did awesome Mike indeed you and Dave are so alike, but I think I prefer you a little bit more, you don't resist that much, making it less playful, but I love playing with good boys better you know taking away their innocence it quite a feeling. She was whispering looking directly in my eyes, more like looking with her piercing gorgeous green eyes inside my soul.

The nurse who was just standing on the left, just gave my cock a couple of strokes with her bear hands, as the dentist was talking to me but not even that could make me lose my focus on the dominating dentist being so close to me and whispering.

Now! For the next part is very important to keep your penis extremely hard as me and the nurse we have to do lots of very delicate work and as we examine it thoroughly with the dental tools we would not want it to suddenly move would we?, they both giggled and just twisted the light towards my fully erect cock, like an actor coming into stage.

Without time to spare the nurse flicked the switches and in seconds I was again lying flat. They both grabbed a pair of extra tight white latex gloves and sat across each other focusing on my cock. The dentist brought the dental tray closer to her and grabbed the dental probe. She touched it at my pee hole opening with a delicate touch and just gave it a little scratch.

The feel of the tiny metal pick was just enough to send me juddering and moving and it was when the dentist looked at me with some much authoritarianism that I knew I can't move an inch again, or I am in some serious trouble. She didn't even had to say a word, her look was just enough.

With them examining my cock so thoroughly, the dentist took another probe and began putting it at the top of my urethra stretching in from both sides, at the same time the nurse took the air syringe instrument and began spraying water and air into the urethra. With a swift move the nurse left the syringe tool and got up. She came back with an urethral sound that was of variable opening size more like a nasal speculum. Before sitting again at her chair she stood just on top of me so I can see her and began lubricating it meticulously while I was lying there flat and helpless and the dentist was probing my urethra with the dental picks.

You know me so well, said the dentist just leaving her focus for a second from my cock to look at the nurse.

I love that we haven't had the chance to use this one before said the nurse still lubricating it while being on top of me and looking at me.

The nurse just gave me a sadistic look and passed the sound to the dentist while she handed her the dental probes. The dentist then just looked me in the eyes and began circling the sound on the head of my cock which was explosively hard still. I had lost track of time but felt like an eternity until she placed it in my urethra and pushed it through.

The sound went deeper and deeper I thought there was not an ending to it, felt like it was 2 miles long and then the sensation of gliding through my prostate came which just threw me off balance.

You know Mike is so important to stretch your urethra properly not only for the sperm samples that you have to provide but also for all the procedures we have to do next. I don't think you don't want to give us the best results. Said the dentist and looked in a grim look the nurse who began laughing with an evil smile.

No, no mam, I responded and the words felt like I forgot how to talk.

I love how obedient he is, said the nurse and grabbed the base of my shaft with her gloved lubricated hand and gave it a good squeez while the sound was resisting her hand the other way as it was so hard inside me, while her other gloved hand patted my cheeks. They both agreed and went back their focus on my cock which was shining from the dental lamp.

The dentist began twisting the screw and new waves of pleasure and pain were reached, while the sound was opening inside of me in a rate that I thought my cock would rip apart any second. Twist after twist there was a never ending sensation of an urge to cum that it made my mind almost blank.

As soon as the sound opened my urethra about the size of their pinky finger and I was feeling like this is the maximum that it can be widened, the nurse grabbed the dental probe from the tray and began again pinching the edges of my cock and my urethra causing huge pain as it was stretched so wide from the sound and so sensitive. When she realized what pain can she inflict she became more violent and began thrashing it in an out, in the meanwhile the dentist had let the sound settle while gently was stroking my cock with her dry latex gloved hand, her other hand was pintching and twisting my nipples in a sensitive yet dominating way. They both seemed to love this so much with a constant smile being on their thick red lips. The were just proud of their work.

The dentist did not lost any time she began widening the sound even more and as my shaft was thrombin and the veins were excruciatingly full she seemed to enjoyed even more as her smile was now to totally visible, I could tell she was so wet too.

I began moaning from all the pain from the dentist stretching my urethra to the size of a tooth brush, the nurse probing with the dental pick inside my cock head and my flesh, and the moaning turned into hum and humming turned into screaming. Without hesitation the nurse stopped putting the probe on my cock and thrusted a finger without lube up my ass to hurt me and make me stop screaming. I yanked from all the continuous pain but this is when everything stopped. Both of them stopped torturing me and they were looking me with a very strict frozen look. I knew they weren't happy at all.

What did I say about good boys, do you want me to gag you? said the dentist with such authority that did not allowed for anything other 'please no mam' to be the answer.

Without realizing from the pain of the dry finger up my ass the dentist was grabbing and twisting my balls and when she released them the pain was huge, I didn't dare say a word though.

Nurse I think we are quite light on him said the dentist, maybe we should turn it up a notch and show this boy what real pain means.

I am on it miss, responded the black haired nurse with just glancing for a single moment inside my eyes.

Meanwhile the dentist has opened up my peehole for more than a finger to fit. Instantly she removed the sound let it on the tray and grabbed a dental mirror. I thought this was the end of my cock torture and now she would begin tormenting my mouth once again.

Do you know what this is, asked me

A dental mirror? I hesitantly responded

This goes down your cock, said and before she finished her last word this was already halfway down my penis.

Immense pain from the rough edges and ribs the mirror had for extra grip in the saliva covered mouth immersed sending shievers down all my body. The nurse came back instantly in my field of view as soon as I started screaming from the pain, she placed a Jennings gag on my mouth while I was screaming and began both of them to laugh so hard.

The dentist began violently to probing my penis harder deeper and faster with each thrust and this is when I started to beg her to stop.

Please please stop I beg you Miss it hurts so much and some blood came out on the dental mirror as she withdrew it from my urethra.

Hahaha I thought you were brave but I am might have been wrong, anyways this does not satisfy my enough, fucking your cock with the dental mirror

As my mouth now was fully open and at her disposal she swiftly changed her gloves to fresh ones and plunged them on my fully wide open from the gag mouth taking as much saliva as possible. I though at this point her caring side came up and I just had relaxed a tad bit.

It was then when the nurse put her gloved hands on my mouth and I was overtaken from the smell of latex and the aromas coming from her pussy which was inches away as she was standing behind me and I was there lying fully flat. Suddenly I see the dentist nodding, the nurse smothered me with her gloved hands and the dentist plunged her pinky finger inside my cock and began fucking me.

I started screaming but all the screams were just smothered from the nurses hands, while I thought that the pain would be unimaginable, somehow while the dentist fucking my urethra edged me closer and closer. When the nurse released me for a split second to catch my breath I managed to shout I am cumming and suddenly then dentist got her finger out, ungloved at an instance grabbed my face and said.

-You will cum when I say you will and slaped my cock so hard that in combination with the previous treatments it was like being hit on the balls. The nurse released my mouth and now I could catch my breath for a second at least.

They both stood up and discarded their gloves.

-I think he needs to learn his position said the dentist while looking at me in such a demeaning way.

I was feeling embarrassed even though they were the ones tormenting me, the inner slave of me just couldn't take not meeting their expectations.

Meanwhile the nurse brought the chair to the upright position and the dentist just left the room for a second. Without talking the nurse began preparing the high speed drill with a burr and brought out a blindfold.

-What is this? I asked hesitantly

-This is the high speed drill, she said this is what we use to drill the enamel of the teeth

-But the dentist said I had no cavities

-Hahaha indeed you didn't, she responded while laughing sadisticly.

As soon as I began started thinking of what possibly can come. The stern voice of the dentist filled the room, where she had just returned and seemed to have chilled down a little bit.

-So let's see what we should do to improve that beautiful mouth of yours said and cranked the Jennings gag to the max.

I was feeling torn apart but of course I said nothing. She flicked the light open pointing on my mouth turned to the nurse

-I think we can make these two front incisors a little bit flatter at the bottom will improve biting and eating.

-Indeed they are a little bit pointy perfect I will get the injection.

Before I could wrap around my head of what was about to happen, in the blur of the light blasting on my eyes and mouth I saw the needle coming directly for my mouth, the dentist not even flinched, she plunged the needle in my gums three times while holding my cheek with her latex gloved fingers and tried to comfort me. I didn't say a word, I just didn't want to make things worse, I saw her anger when I protested before.

-You see, you can be such a good boy when you wanted now, I need to do one more injection, the nurse passed another syringe to the dentist. While my mouth began numbing up she tested the new injection squirting some of the fluid on the air.

She looked me deep in the eyes and while I was expecting the needle to come towards my face suddenly she pointed towards my cock and plunged it gently on to my cock head.

My eyes widened like a cartoon I couldn't believe what she has done to me but when I tried to scream from the pain no voice was coming out of me. I tried again with the same results. The dentist which was injecting my cock head without even looking at me said

-Oh I forgot to tell you the Novocain had a little something extra that made your vocal cords not functioning for the amount of time that the anesthesia takes to wear off.

They both laughed so hard at this point and I felt so horny even though I had a needle on my penis and a dentist injecting god know what on it. She gave me a pat on my balls as she withdrew the needle.

-No that you will be a good boy as you don't have a choice I suggest you relax and enjoy next bit. I am sure we will and she looked the nurse.

The nurse all this time was standing next to me and admiring her bosses sadistical spree, then grabbed a pair of masks from the counter and passed one to the dentist and the other she used it for her self.

As soon as they put their masks on my cock was in so much pain and now was feeling just more relaxed began hardening at a blistering pace. They both noticed it immediately.

It is like wanting more more doctor, said the nurse and both of them burst laughing

Let's see in a few seconds if this will be the case, blindfold him now nurse.

The nurse placed the blindfold on my eyes instantly I started screaming but again nothing came out. The true agony had just began, or so I thought.

The sound of the high speed drill coming live heard on the room. There was no other sound in the world that can make any man crying so fast as this one and yet I had no voice to say it. My mouth and cock were so numb but still I could feel all the moves I was just not feeling the pain which threw me in a pit of agony and anxiety. All I could do is hear them and stay as still as possible. As the drill came closer and closer to my mouth my fear kept growing and growing but as soon as the drilling started and the suction (which tasted like metal, particularly odd, but might have been my idea) was placed and held I assume from the nurse started things were not half bad so I relaxed my self as much as I could

-Now isn't he a cuttie that he can't talk said the nurse while the dentist was drilling my teeth. The dentist did not respond

What felt like an eternity I could feel slight pressure on my mouth from the drill with small pauses in between. They weren't talking too much as I suppose the dentist was focusing on drilling.

At some point the dentist stopped and assumed that she was done drilling. I felt the drill being left on the tray but the suction still in my mouth.

-Come the other way so as to have a better grip. I want him firmly steady for the next procedure said the dentist to the nurse

Without having any time to react (not that I could in any way) I felt a strong grip on the base of my cock grabbing it and holding it as it was rock hard.

-Take the suction we don't want it to get messy, not yet at least

Said the dentist and began a cruel laughter, Then the dreaded sound filled the room again, this of the high speed drill. I was confused I could hear it work but yet it was not coming close to my mouth.

Then I blurred I realized that the drill is not coming in my mouth but is going to be used on my cock I froze I couldn't wrap my head around that thought. The thought of the dentist drilling the flesh of my cock while the nurse was holding my shaft for her to find the cruelly torture me.

In my mind I did the only thing that I could, I screamed from the top of my lungs but no voice came out nothing at all. Feeling at their mercy so helpless so vandalized I began crying thinking that my cock is done is destroyed and the would be excruciating afterwards.

I lost track of time I could not understand for how long this was happening all I knew was that I was numb and I could only feel some pressure. But wait, while I was crying my cock was rock hard and somehow I felt very horny almost ready to cum, what the fuck is wrong with me I thought, feeling horny while these ladies are doing unimaginable torments to you that will scar you for life

Suddenly and without anything stopping the dentist removed my blindfold. The light dazzled me so hard I could not see for a brief moment and in the next few seconds as soon as I adjusted to the light I saw both of them being on my cock. Out of the blue and in milliseconds I had the most intense orgasm of my life I could not even look at my cock everything around me went black for a second. In a matter of seconds I went from terrified to blinded from the lights and again blind shaking my entire body against the restraints.

At this time and for a few minutes everything around me was slowed down like the matrix, it took me some time to come back. Both the dentist and the nurse were masked and removing their gloves but I could see them laughing. The nurse had some drops of cum on her mask and their gloves were not bloody at all but covered in lubricant and sperm. The drill was left on the tray and I looked at my cock. My cock was thrombin from cumming but was so hard still, inside my urethra was the metallic suction tube still attached and working.

Before I had the time to realize what have had happened. I hear both the nurse laughing and removing their masks and disposing them along with their used latex gloves.

I think you learned your lesson now sweetie right? said the dentist

Oh I am sure if he could talk he would agreed with us, just nod your head love

Without even thinking at this point I nodded

-That's a good boy said the nurse

-You didn't thought that we were going to drill your cock right, hahaha laughed the dentist. No no we are not going to hurt you, as I said I like to play with good boys and I think you learned your lesson to only as you've been told to.

-Don't get us wrong we would love to drill your cock but then where all the fun playing with you will go hahaha said with a sadistic playful laughter and removed the suction from inside my penis. She gave it a couple of strokes with her bear hands and cleaned him with a piece of paper and then the dentist flicked the switch and brought me back to upright position. She stood up from her chair leaned over me, removed the gag which stayed until then open and said in a whispering manner while the nurse was tidying up everything and cleaning the area from the previous procedure in some black nitrile gloves she donned.

-And in case you are still wondering what happened. I used the drill to shape your two teeth just a smidge to make them better for your biting, you will find them so much more sharp now. Then I placed the metal suction tube from your mouth, inside your cock which worked as an urethral sound. I removed the burr from the drill and touched it to the suction tube acting as a vibrator. Meanwhile the nurse was putting pressure to your prostate from outside and you came two times, even us we weren't expecting it. The first load went straight into the suction and the second one which we were not expecting splashed in our masks and gloves. Imagine that we had to put the suction again, hahahah she laughed so hard but this time in a very playful manner.

I have never felt more relaxed in my life. I think I was in a silver cloud feeling so destroyed, so humiliated, so many emotions getting through me in such a short amount of time they almost tore me apart. But yet here I was recovering so quickly from all this.

At this moment I felt a strange feeling in my mouth but nothing was there and the ladies were not touching it, suddenly I realized I had back my senses on my mouth and cock the anesthesia wore off and I could feel with my tongue the new teeth. Although my cock felt so wasted so full and yet with a hint of horniness by not being completely flaccid.

-Now we will give you some time to recover and we will be back for the next part I am sure you might find it even more interesting but for sure it will be more pleasurable for us said the nurse and both left the room laughing and me left restrained in the chair in the upright position looking at them leaving and yet after all that I have been through craving for them to do all their twisted sadistic thoughts to me.