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“ Mr. (M/N) (L/N)”, hearing your name being called out erupts a flinch in your muscles. The nurse stood in front of the door, glancing over at the customers sitting in a row, all waiting for the examination. Taking a deep breath, you rise from your feet and open your mouth to speak, trying not to betray your nervousness.” Yes ma'am”. The nurse nodded in your direction and tilted her head as a gesture for you to follow.” This way please, Mr. (L/N)”. Wiping the invisible sweat off your palms as you enter the door, trailing behind her.
What greeted you is a small room, painted in the same colour white as the corridors. A simple bed which is similar to those the dentist used. A large lamp over the head with an adjustable neck. A desk piled with computers showing descriptive documents. A shelf hanging on the wall with a clock ticking on the right side. A simple window with the curtain sealed.
You watch the nurse who wore love-heart glasses talks to the doctor in a whispery hush. It was precisely quick before the nurse excused herself, not before sending you an assuring smile and then shutting the door, leaving you alone with the doctor.” Have a seat, Mr. (L/N)”, the doctor patted the bed in a mannerist tone. Listening to his request, you did as told and carefully hop onto the bed, only to have your anxiety skyrocket. Unprepared by the sudden alteration of the bed as it lowers the back until it is straightened, making you now lay face up.” My name is Miguel O’Hara, do refer to me as Dr. O’Hara. I may ask you a few questions before the procedure starts”, he introduced and those brown irises are nothing but stern.
” Is this your first prostate exam?”.
“ Y-Yeah”, your voice accidentally wavered, showing your bashful side. The doctor wasn't fazed and continued to query.” How old are you?”, he turned his office chair in order to extend his right hand to grab a new pair of gloves.” (Y/A). . .”, you responded, watching as he slapped those tight gloves into his huge hands. Gulping down mouthful of saliva to imagine having them in you.” Do you aware of how the examination works?”, his cold gaze locked back into your frightened ones. Both his tonal and expression matches perfectly. Indifferent.
“ So-so. . .”. He finally twisted the chair around which emitted a small creak due to his weight.” Do doctors usually looked this intimidating?”, you wondered internally.” Then this saves me time in explanation. Now take off your pants”. Your heart sank by his command and was hesitant for a moment. Yet you also don't want to stare into his unfeeling eyes all day, moreover have no intention in staying long.” Can you turn around?”. The doctor peer at you as if you are joking.” We are professional here, Mr. (L/N). Also, I don't have time to wait for your insecurity forasmuch as I had other clients to meet”. This literally shut down all the arguments you prepared in mind. Reluctantly, you adjusted yourself in a position comfortable for undressing your lower region.
His intense gaze is unyielding, lacking in empathy at all.” Leave them in the basket on your left”, he pointed with his gaze looking over you. Following where his optics landed, your shaking hands set both your pants and boxer into the said basket. You can't deny the fact that the cool air tickles your naked half. Pressing your thighs together did nothing to save the heat, nor your pride.” Turn over on all fours”, he signals with a swipe of his index, disregarding your embarrassment.
His scowl shoots directly at your idling self, before glaring at the clock, a wordless signal for wasting his time. Conscientiously support yourself with your limbs and do a 180 degree flip.” Raise your hip”, Dr. O’Hara’s sound is getting impatient and you knew it was your fault for delaying his precious time. This position is humiliating, at the same time exposed.” This would feel uncomfortable at first, but bear with me”. The sound of a cap opening entered your ears and you actually prepared for the worst.
Hiding your face between your crossed elbows when detecting a wet and icy sensation rubbing your entrance.” ! ! !”. The intrusion slowly pokes through the rim, diving in for an insertion.” Why is his finger so long?!”, you scream in your mind, biting your lower lip at the sudden extension of your anus.” Relax your muscle”, he deadpanned order, only to increase your annoyance towards the rude doctor who has been demanding a lot since you entered the door. You try doing the breathing exercise, precisely and even. The finger was dragged out again, the exact pace which he first pushed in.
The indescribable awkward silence flooded the atmosphere as he continued to thrust one digit into your untouched hole.” Tell me if it hurt”. There's a pause on your side, and as attempted to distract from the weird abrasion wiggling in your passage.” Weird”, you masked your voice, making it sound normal on the outside. The doctor didn't say anything back and pursued his ‘fingering’.
“ I hope this ends soon!”, is all that is written in your thoughts.
The widened puncture from the second digit caught you off guard, nearly breaking your gritted teeth apart. As if sensing your tense tissues, Miguel speaks up.” It is part of the process. I need to get the exact location of your prostate”, he explained as if referring to you as a child who is brainless.” I'm going to give him a one-star review after this”, you spitefully thought.
“ ! ! !”.
Unintentionally piercing your own gum, opening a wound for your tongue to taste the metallic. Discerning how your body jolted unpredictably, Dr. O’Hara savvy he had found the spot he was looking for. The next thrust is like a punch in your stomach. The overflowing nerves are sending electric zap in your veins, something you never felt before. Your glands began to salivate due to body responds and eyelids shut themselves at the weird churn in your stomach.” Oh, we seem to have a little problem”. Unlike his previous indifferent attitude, the doctor’s voice sounded surprised. Opening your eyes, all you can see passing your stomach, or just right beneath your pelvis is your hard dick leaking precum.
“ It's normal for people to feel. . . rapture”, the brunet brief, yet didn't go into full detail as to why this occurred.” Pull it out!”. Your vocal broke as those words flew out and the high-pitch is not your real voice. Choking in your own saliva when he refused to cease his movements by abusing your prostate straight-on.” I told you, it's a normal response”, the doctor left no room for argument.
” It is more comfortable if you let your voice out”, the doctor added in the end, yet you refused. The pressure lingers as you tighten your jaw to restrain the noises which you couldn't trust to hear. Your legs are threatening to weaken if he further pokes on your weak spot which is coated with lube and perfectly spread. The abrupt grasp around your throbbing dick motivated your hip to shiver.” Hey!”, snapping your head behind your shoulder, spotting the doctor is busy with his two hands.
His hot optics locked into yours and the change in his expression is bizarre. This shouldn't be normal, especially for a doctor to look at his patient like that.
“ Ooooh shit~!”, your spit drool down your chin when the pleasurable caress around your penis enact. Incapable to control the roll of your hip against his skillful hand, at the same time thrusting back into his gloved fingers.” That's it, buen chico(good boy)”. The accent added to his charm, and the deepness of his tune erupts a rumble in your chest. Your hole burns when he teasingly sinks in the third digit, creating an abrasion which makes you moan. The sting from the spread is awfully indulging.
The office is crowded by your desperate mewls and naughty gasps. The locomotion quicken, catching you unprepared, followed by the rub around your head where his thumb gathers your fluid.” Fuck! Ah! Ah! Ah~!”, you pressed your face back into your arms, spit tainting your sleeves during the process.” Tell me. How does it feel~?”. Is that a growl you heard?
“ F-feels good, fuck! Faster, please!”, you ignore your own dignity, furthermore the dirty images in your mind is to chase after the pleasure rewarded in your ass. A dark chuckle exhaled from the doctor is hot. You don't require to wait long until all three digits push apart itself, broadening your virgin hole. Then mercilessly aim at your poor prostate.” Oooh! Fuck!”. All kinds of cusses escaped from your lip. The tanned man makes sure to massage all the veins drawn across your cock, pumping in a grip which leaves you fragile, simultaneously squeezed your hairy balls which fit perfectly in his palm.
“ It seems like your ass can take more~”, Mr. O’Hara amusingly said. Hearing the warning, you brace for another invasion from the fourth. The compactness is not welcoming the fourth one, but the doctor makes it work. The lecherous squelch hit off the wall, overpowered by your lewd cries. Tears brimmed your vision as the breach was happening. However, all you can do is take it. Your hip bends in a curved shape and constantly meets the hands relieving your behind. The bed is cast through your motions and doesn't look like it would break.
“ T-too much! Aah~!”, you whimpered weakly. Snots and tears descended from your reddened cheeks.” Is this really your first time, hm? Look at how your ass is sucking my fingers~”, the doctor huskily smirked and studied in fascination at the hole in front of him swallowing up till his knuckles. His movement becomes slower due to the compactness of his anus unable to keep up with being stock. Only two fingertips capable of aiming his prostate, meanwhile the rest only act as a stretch. From his view, he observes your skin hue replaced by pink, including your hole switches to crimson.
The twitch within his palm lifted his grin further. A louder groan expressed from your throat at the tension clutching your membrane and the speed the doctor pulls. More salacious noises are robbed from your mouth as pleasure stimulates an undoubtedly climax in your urethra. You hump backward to chase after the fulfilment and the doctor happily obliges.” Fuck! Fuck! Hmmm~! I'm close! Gonna cum! Cum~!”, you breathlessly whine and body is turning jelly as the strike is near. The twist of his digits aim for a better angle at your g-spot, including the attention your dick was granted.
Your eyes automatically glide to the back of the skull and your mouth hangs open to exhale a long cry at the end. A long string of white pulse passed the slit posterior tilting your head backward, straining your neck. Dr. O'Hara didn't cease his rapid hand which is coercing further sperm to spill, in addition to massaging your prostate back and forth. Fog clouded your sight as soon as the last drop concluded. Later, the hands tenderly unwrap itself from your private region and your gaping hole can only grab emptiness. The aftermath burn is uncomfortable though.
“ Ahem!” The doctor’s cough catches your attention, making you turn your head tiredly to face him. His strong back was shifted on you, though you manage to pinpoint that he is removing his slimy gloves. Helping yourself up in a sitting position, noticing your stomach is damped with your semen, earning yourself a grimace grunt. You awkwardly find your boxer and pants, proceeding to clean and dress with the remaining silence. Your eyes curiously drag downward on his crotch, discovering the obvious bulge beneath his suit pants. Mouth salivating again at the discovery, but refrain from notifying the doctor himself.
Fiddling with the sleeves as you wait for the doctor who is typing on his computer. Avoid sitting on the stained part of the bed. Eventually, the clicking stopped and his hands retracted from the keyboard. He rotated the chair around, staring at you with a formal expression.” There's nothing wrong with your health, Mr. (L/N). You may leave now”. You are stunned at his dismissive attitude. After what you guys had done together. Before you could utter a single word, the nurse entered the office without knocking.” There are customers waiting. You guys done?”, she inquired, directing at the brunet who straightened his coat. Comprehending that you are consuming way too much time, you flusteredly exited wordlessly.
Lyla watches as the blushing patient leaves with his head dug down in shame.” What is taking you so long? What happen?”, Lyla suspiciously glances over at Miguel.” Reschedule my appointments, Lyla”, Miguel waved his hand and didn't bother to explain.” What? They waited hours!”, Lyla crossed her arms over her chest and was displeased by her boss’ command, somehow her opposition made Miguel fumed.” Just—! Please. . . Lyla”. The nurse is surprised to hear the magic word and ponder for a moment before making a decision.” You owe me this time, Miguel”. With that being said, Lyla closed the door. Hearing the sound of her heels turned into a silent echo, indicates his space is safe. Lowering his head, Miguel frowns at the large tent being constrained painfully.” Mierda(fuck)”.
Upon reaching the front porch, you sink your left/right palm into the side pocket for the purpose of reaching your key only to find a folded paper.” What the?”, you read the unidentified numbers written neatly on the surface. Flipping it over in hope to find more clue, but only to be met by a blank fill. Through a peaceful contemplation before the first person appeared in your mind. Your face heats up at the thought of the doctor secretly giving you his number. Even one can guess what his intention is. Instead of disgust, your heart pounds in excitement at the imagination of meeting him again.