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Doctor visits weren't ever something Kuko feared as a kid, but being spread open on an exam table for anyone to see? Yeah that was kinda really fuckin scary. The monk wasn't ashamed of his body, hell no! So what if he was preop and hadn't exactly filled out as much as Jyushi had? He felt he looked pretty fuckin good, even dressed up in a plain t-shirt and sweatpants(those of which were neatly folded on a chair, since an exam wasn't possible unless he was fully nude).
The thin paper covers felt itchy on his bare skin, something about covering for modesty or some shit he didn't catch when the doctor left the room for him to get changed. How was Kuko supposed to pay attention when the good Dr. Jinguji was a tall, slender, and handsome older man? Shits unfair man. It wasn't like he was even spread out on the stirrups yet! He was just sitting there waiting since something something "needed a full body exam since he was an adult and never had one before" something something; man, if it was really important, the older man would just give it to him in writing after the visit. Ain't like the monk was paying much attention to anything he was saying, nerves twisting up like a knot in his gut. But he wasn't scared! No way! He was a grown ass man, and no grown ass man would be afraid of a fullbody exam! Nope, nu-uh.
A gentle knock on the door jolted Kuko out of his thoughts, and in came Jinguni Jakurai, all slender features, white coat, and soft-looking purple locks done up neatly in a bun. Fuck, he really was pretty huh? No wonder those two middle-aged dopes gushed about him so often. He prattled off on the "standard medical procedure explanation" shit that Kuko just nodded and "mhmm'd" his consent to, as if any of it stuck in his brain.
The next thing the monk knew, large, and very warm hands were pushing aside the flimsy paper coverings on his chest, making his breath lock up in his lungs. Jakurai already knew he was trans, so no surprise or shock was uttered at seeing Kuko's small chest. Said large, warm hands then cupped both of them gently, prodding and squeezing occasionally to…feel for something? Check for stuff? Kuko couldn't remember, too distracted by the sensation and even more distracted by just how large the doctor's hands were. And the sensation? Kuko never really played with his tits on his own, since they weren't really sensitive enough, but something about having foreign hands effectively groping him had the monk struggling not to squirm or make any noises.
On the opposite end, Jakurai could tell clearly that little Kuko hadn't ever been felt up before; if he was struggling to hide his reactions (and failing) just from Jakurai lazily squeezing and massaging his tits? There was no way he had been under this sort of stimuli before this. Mentally, the doctor was struggling to stay composed at the thought of having this small and young virgin spread out naked for him, but he had to stay professional. Just for now. All in due time.
A gentle pinch, followed by a barely-there tug to one of his nipples had Kuko gasping out loud, the feeling skittering down his spine and settling low in his gut. A hand flew up to cover his mouth, cheeks flushed in embarrassment, but Jakurai merely smiled ever so sweetly, "Don't worry, it happens sometimes. Nothing to be ashamed of, your body is just reacting as it should. All seems well up here."
Kuko gave a small nod, letting out a slow breath as Jakurai finally let his breasts go. He then motioned for the monk to lay back on the table, and put his feet in the stirrups, and that-
Yeah okay, maybe he was getting very anxious very quickly now.
Kuko laid back on the table, putting his feet up in the stirrups, though not far enough forward to be spread open just yet. A large, firm hand on his waist had him gently pulled down further, fully spreading himself for the doctor to see. The hand on his waist gave a small, reassuring squeeze before letting go, and Kuko had to look anywhere but down at Jakurai as he wheeled a small stool over to sit down during the exam.
A million little things raced through the monks mind as Jakurai started talking again about what was to happen during the exam; did he smell bad? No, probably not, he showered extra good before he came- oh god what if he was wet from the chest exam? Maybe…maybe he wouldn't say anything, maybe it was normal to feel that much wetness between his folds, maybe he wouldn't say anything-
A warm, firm touch to his labia had him jolting so hard he nearly slammed his knees shut against Jakurai's head; Kuko sputtered out apologies, still so flustered, and the good doctor smiled that same sweet, kind smile to the younger boy again as he gave a reassuring pat on his thigh. "No worries Harai-kun, it is alright. This is all very normal, nothing I have not seen before." Which…helped. More than Kuko realized, untensing his body to relax on the table.
A second hand came up to inspect his labia, feeling around delicately for anything out of place, but all was well. Jakurai's fingers felt so strange against his bare pussy, again, so much more sensitive to someone else's hand compared to his own. Said fingers spread the lips of his cunt, a feeling that made him squirm; spread open so much more than he ever had been before just to be observed! One finger delicately traced a path up to his t-dick, one of many things Kuko was proud of given its size; bigger than before he started testosterone! The sensation of a finger rubbing slow, gentle motions against the hypersensitive nerve-bundle had the monk shivering; fuck, that felt really good? Probably checking to make sure his sensitivity was alright; Kuko could've swore he felt a warm puff of air against his bare cunt before the hands retreated momentarily.
Jakurai said something, but it was completely lost on the monk; barely had his t-dick touched and his head was spinning! The next thing he knew, a very wet, somewhat cold finger was prodding at his hole. Kuko mentally applauded himself for not jolting again, restraining himself to only shiver at the sensation. The lube was cold, but warmed fairly quickly as Jakurai ever so carefully slid his finger into the monk.
Jakurai watched as the young boy took his finger in so easily- he was wet enough that lube probably wasn't necessary, but he had to keep up the professional act still. He was nowhere near close enough to breaking the monk down yet. The doctor could feel his dick throb at how tight Kuko's cunt was around his finger; just one, too! He was definitely a virgin, and that had Jakurai salivating. Fuck, he loved breaking in a virgin pussy. Always felt so fuckin good to have it flutter and grip his cock so tightly while he pounded into it. All in due time.
The first finger slid back out just a bit before it was joined by a second, and Kuko winced inwardly at the slight burn accompanied by the stretch. Jakurai soothed him with kind words, sliding both fingers in as deep as they could reach. It was an odd feeling, clinical sure, but something about how deep they reached into him had Kuko flushed from the neck up. When they crooked upwards, though, there was no way the monk could stop himself from gasping out loud.
Jakurai didn't seem to mind, though, so it must have been normal? Yeah? But holy fuck, the way the doctors fingers kept curling upwards and stroking against…something inside him had a hand come up to cover his mouth, lest he embarrass himself further. It felt amazing, penetration being something Kuko never got around to trying, but severely regretting it now upon feeling just how amazing it was. Jakurai increased the pressure, pressing into that spongy upper wall a little harder on each stroke, making the young monk struggle not to writhe on the table.
Jakurai slowed down to a stop only for a moment, fingers sliding out partially only for a third to press in besides the other two. The burn was almost nonexistant with how wet Kuko was at this point; three fingers slid in just as slow as before till there was no room to go further, stopping as they brushed his cervix. A small part of him was delirious at the idea of how deep the doctor was in his pussy, but he stomped it away as soon as it came; this was a medical exam! He was gross for getting so unbelievably turned on during it.
A sudden sensation of the fingers spreading apart had Kuko full on moaning, eyes shut tight at the slight pain of the stretch. If Jakurai said anything, it wasn't heard by the monk as said fingers started a faster, much more urgent press against his g-spot. They fucked into him now, relentlessly grinding up against that sweet spot so much that Kuko was losing himself to the sensation; one hand gripped the plastic mattress beneath him and the other covered his face as he moaned aloud, hips making tiny twitches and swivels to try and chase the feeling. Something was building up in his toes, a tingling tremble that was racing up his nerves.
Jakurai's free hand found his t-dick, massaging it with the warmed slick he was leaking, and the monk was gone in an instant; that tingling shuddering raced up his body as he came harder than he ever had before, stomach and cunt clenching so hard, stars dancing behind his eyes as Jakurai effectively milked him through his orgasm. Aftershocks left the monk trembling and sluggish, ears ringing as he went limp against the exam table; eyes unseeing and brain clocked out for just long enough for Jakurai to pull his fingers out.
The monk hadn't even noticed the doctor now standing between his spread legs, belt and zipper undone to grab out his dick and slid it through the wet folds of Kuko's pussy. By the time the ringing stopped and his brain finallt caught back up with him, a very hot and blunt cockhead was forcing into his hole, easily sliding in to the hilt; one hand held firm on Kuko's waist, preventing him from squirming too much as Jakurai felt his cockhead kiss against the monk's cervix.
A rumbly groan left the older mans mouth, Kuko struggling to comprehend that Jakurai was balls deep in his cunt now, what the fuck? Holy fuck no, this- this was NOT happening this absolutely was not normal- but a slick, musk-covered hand covered the younger boys mouth before he could verbalize said thoughts. Slick-covered fingers forced into his mouth as Jakurai grinned down at him, that same sweet, kind smile he was given prior.
"Took you a while to realize what was happening, Harai-kun. Must have really fucked you brains out on just my fingers. What a filthy slut." His voice groaned, the rumbling Kuko swore he could feel reverberate back into him. Jakurai pulled his hips back just a bit before slamming back into him, starting up a brutally hard pace that knocked the wind out of the monk. His hands grabbed weakly at Jakurai's arm, but the doctor merely shook his head and laughed; grinding in as deep as he could, making Kuko's eyes roll back at the sensation.
The only sounds the monk could hear was the loud, wet slapping on each stroke into him, the grunting voice of Jakurai, and his own muffled, garbled pleas for the older man to stop. Kuko hated it, he hated the way Jakurai's cock molded a path into him, he hated how deep it went, he hated how much it was making his toes curl and his stomach clench in conflicted pleasure.
The doctor ground deep into him again, opting to just gyrate his hips against the youngers as he glanced down; Kuko swore he could feel the older mans dick throb inside him as Jakurai let out a breathy laugh."Look at how well your body is hugging me, Harai-kun. It was made to take my cock so well." The doctor praised.
Kuko followed his gaze down to where a sizeable lump sat on his lower belly; when Jakurai slid out a bit, the bump disappeared, and Kuko's eyes bulged upon realizing that bump was the doctors dick. With renewed strength, Kuko struggled against the larger man; Jakurai grinned at the younger boys hapless struggling, opting to let him thrash as he fucked back into him at that same rough and fast pace.
Not anticipating the pace, Kuko's struggling ceased as he focused simply on squeezing his eyes shut, trying to shut out the sensations building up in his gut yet again. He didn't want to cum again, he shouldn't be getting off to this! To an older man violating his pussy with his dick, stimulating him beyond his control, working his body like an instrument. A pressure against his t-dick had Kuko's eyes snapping open, a teary wide-eyed gaze boring into Jakurai's as he shook his head vigorously. Jakurai returned his stare with that same polite smile, thumb working fast to massage the swollen and overstimulated mass of nerves.
The monk felt something snap in his gut, eyes rolling back as Jakurai fucked him theough yet another mind-numbing orgasm; were there not a hand clamped over his mouth, the whole office would've heard the boy screaming out at the sensation. The vice-like grip his cunt had on the older mans cock had him following suite shortly after; despite Kuko being coherent enough to beg him not to cum inside, please no fuck, I'm not on the pill no please stop, muffled against his hand, Jakurai ground in as deep as he could and unloaded against the monks cervix. Jakurai groaned aloud, feeling Kuko's pussy flutter almost in time with each pulse of cum shot right into his womb.
Taking a moment to catch his breath after that satisfying orgasm, Jakurai gazed down almost lovingly at how wrecked and despondent the monk looked. Faced flushed and covered in tears, snot, and his own slick, eyes full of tears and looking anywhere but at the doctor, chest heaving to breath after that onslaught of pleasure. Taking a moment to stroke tenderly over the bump in Kuko's lower belly, Jakurai eventually slid out of the warm cunt, pleased to see nothing was leaking out of the younger boy just yet.
With practiced hands he helped dress Kuko and make them both look as though they hadn't both just fucked, he went back to the doctor spiel of giving him his paperwork, giving the monk a return date, and easily ushering him out of the clinic, wishing him a nice rest of the day.
And if later in the day, once home and curled up in bed did Kuko's brain finally turn back on at the sensation of something wet and thick sliding out of cunt, everything finally came to be processed; hands hurriedly shoved under his sweatpants, tears welling up in his eyes as he buried his face in his pillow; shaking fingers pushed the cum back inside him, ignoring how sore and used his hole felt as he furiously rubbed his t-dick against his palm. Shamed and discomfort welled up inside the monk as he wrung out another orgasm from his tired body, at the feeling and memory of being used so roughly, filled so deep with cum from an older man despite not wanting it; he felt like a freak for getting off to it again, for somehow wanting it to happen again.
Kuko sobbed through the orgasm, and in his sniveling aftershocks, he made a mental note to not forget the day of his followup.