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"Dr.Meero will be ready for you in a moment," the dental assistant said, leaving Syril sitting in the dentist's chair.

"Th-thank you."

Syril clutched his knees. Every time he was nervous, the same thing happened - his legs began to shake. It was happening again. He just couldn't sit still. The patient form that the dental assistant had given him to fill out almost fell to the floor.

It was embarrassing for him to react so physically to this new environment because, after all, he was used to going to the dentist - but he had never been to this dental clinic before. There were no decorative objects in this room, except for a small bonsai tree. It looked like someone had taken careful measurements to make sure it was perfectly centered on the polished black desk in the corner. There were no medical posters, no pictures of smiling people, no cartoonish depictions of happy toothbrushes and nothing that eased one's anxiety. Just sterile light gray, sound-absorbing walls that ensured that any noises made in here were barely heard outside. Unconsciously, Syril ran his tongue over his teeth again. He had brushed them about half an hour ago and could still taste the slight mint flavor of his toothpaste. At his last check-up, which had not been long ago, his teeth were found to be completely healthy, but he sensed that something was wrong.

He wanted something to be wrong.

The words of his former dentist, Dr.Hyne, were still fresh in his mind.

"Mr.Karn, didn't I just give you a check-up recently?" he had asked, not even hiding the fact that he was annoyed. "And now you want another professional dental cleaning? That's a bit excessive, don't you think?"

"But... it is recommended to have a dental check-up three to four times a year! And the minimum recommended interval for a professional dental cleaning is--"

"One dental cleaning per year is completely sufficient, if you have healthy teeth. And your teeth are perfectly fine, they don't need to be cleaned and checked that often. Maybe you should make an appointment with a therapist rather than a dentist, because this is getting ridiculous."

To Syril's growing frustration, Dr.Hyne had become increasingly neglectful of his duties as he neared retirement. It almost seemed as if he didn't even know that everyday activities like chewing food could cause small cracks in the enamel that were invisible to the naked eye. The sugary cereal Syril ate every morning alone was a risk factor for tooth decay. Syril knew that. Nevertheless, he continued to eat it and could sometimes literally feel the bacteria he was feeding with the sugar attacking his teeth. In a way, he even loved it, this risk. He was a soldier and the bacteria were his enemies. And he would defeat them every time he meticulously brushed his teeth. His life was a strange balancing act between obsession and self-destruction.

Perhaps Dr.Hyne had been right after all, and there probably really was something wrong with him. Secretly, deep in his deranged mind, Syril sometimes hoped that he would get dental problems. Nothing serious, maybe just some tartar or discoloration. But something that gave him a reason to be examined again. And again. And again. He felt like he always needed something to be wrong - in order to make it right. It allowed him to feel like he was in control, while the rest of his everyday life was in the hands of other people.

His mother had always told him that a bright, healthy smile was of the utmost importance. Even though she never smiled at him. But being told by a dentist that he was doing a good job had always felt wonderful to him, ever since he was a child. His teeth needed to be... Clean. Shiny. Bright. White. Perfect. Perfecting himself was all he had left.

He needed these regular check-ups.

"Have ye ever bin tae Dr.Meero's clinic? Well, ah can tell ye that she takes her jab very seriously. A' yer needs are met thare, if ye know what ah mean," Linus had said to him after Syril had once again complained about Dr.Hyne.

Syril hadn't understood if this was meant as a joke or a serious recommendation, since Linus Mosk was someone he often saw in dentists' waiting rooms - as a result of a certain tendency towards violent behavior that had cost him a tooth more than once. However, they both shared the same opinions, for example about the need for strong, hard-bristled toothbrushes to combat particularly rebellious plaque, so Syril had taken him at his word and made a spontaneous trip to this new clinic. The building and the waiting area were very impressive and the pale-faced dental assistant who had handed him the form earlier had looked a little tired with dark circles under his eyes, but was very attentive (and cute, in a weird way). Everything seemed a little more orderly, cleaner and brighter here. For this reason alone, Syril was already impressed by Dr.Meero's clinic. And yet there was something strange about it, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

"Hello, Mr.Karn," he suddenly heard a voice say behind him as someone entered the room, startling him a little.

Dr. Dedra Meero slowly walked around him and into his field of vision while pushing in a large metal cart with a variety of dental instruments, including an almost ridiculous number of small, pointed and sharp tools, and placed it right next to him. There were clearly too many. Surely she didn't want to use them all on him?? Syril suddenly had a strange feeling in his stomach.

"H-hello Doctor," he replied, holding the patient form out to her with one hand while clutching his knee with the other to prevent it from shaking.

"I should apologize for keeping you waiting." She snatched the patient form from him.

"You don't have to. I'm glad that I got an appointment with you at such short notice."

Getting an appointment with Dr.Hyne had always taken a frustratingly long time, even though he didn't have that many patients - his office hours were just very irregular. Dr.Meero's clinic had strict opening hours and Syril was grateful that she was able to make time for him spontaneously. And unlike Dr.Hyne, who had worn a baggy stained shirt during Syril's last check-up, she was wearing a spotless white doctor's coat that fit tight against her slender body and looked like it was tailor-made for her. Syril liked it a lot.

"You've already had several check-ups this year." Lowering the form briefly, she gave him a stern look. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, the work of my previous dentist left a lot to be desired and I would like to get a second opinion. I just want to..."

Be given some attention.

Be touched.

Be cared for.

Be praised.

"...um, be absolutely sure that my teeth are healthy."

"In that case, I'll take a very careful look at them. Just know that I'm said to be a bit too meticulous in the way I work. Some people have even complained that my dental treatments are agonizingly long, but I like to take all the time necessary for my patients and their health."

"Excellent."

Although she seemed a little overworked, Dr.Meero was quite pretty. There was something sinister about her and that made Syril react quite physically once again, but this time it wasn't his legs that were twitching. In the last few days, he had occasionally been a little horny, but had never been able to jerk off because something had always come up. And now, at a completely inappropriate time, at the dentist of all places, this built-up arousal wanted to be released, and Syril was annoyed at how easily the calm yet ominous words of this woman could stimulate him. Pressing his knees together, he slid awkwardly back and forth on the dentist's chair to control his excitement, but Dr.Meero was busy reading his form anyway. As he watched her flip through the pages, he couldn't help but admire her beautiful hands. He took a shaky breath to calm down, but inhaling the air of this room did nothing to diminish his tension. Dental offices always smelled the same. It was a sanitized, synthetic odor, crisp and clean. By now, he should have gotten used to it. But for some reason, he was much more aware of it in this moment, as if being in her mere presence sharpened his perception.

"Very well." She put the form aside. "Lean back," she ordered, without wasting any time.

She didn't even seem to want to pretend to be friendly. No casual words, no polite phrases, no unnecessary small talk. She got straight to the point. Very good.

The black synthetic upholstery of the treatment chair was just soft enough to be somewhat comfortable to lie on for a short while, but its cold, smooth surface, designed to be easy to wipe and disinfect for hygiene reasons, wasn't the kind of material one could relax on. On many occasions Syril had sat on a chair like this. But it felt so, so different with her nearby. He leaned back and tried to clear his thoughts by looking at the bonsai tree in the corner of the room again. Without warning, Dr.Meero adjusted the height of the chair with the foot control to put Syril in a reclining position. His stomach failed to adjust to the slight difference in balance, adding to the queasy feeling he already had. All he could see now was the ceiling, and her face.

"Are you nervous?" she asked, letting her gaze wander over his body.

"Perhaps slightly."

He was embarrassed at how much his legs were shaking again and that she had obviously noticed.

"I might be able to help you with that. Some of my patients simply can't behave and disrupt the examination by shaking and wriggling." Her voice was so calm and controlled as she took several straps from a lower compartment of the metal cart. "To prevent this, I would like to secure you to the chair for your own safety - is that acceptable to you?"

"Um. Yes, of course."

Without further ado, she began to strap his legs to the treatment chair. First his right ankle, then the left one. Then his thighs.

"I just want to make sure you lie very, very still while I examine you."

This was... highly unusual.

But considering that he could hinder her work with his nervousness, perhaps it was for the best. It actually felt quite comfortable now. When he tried to wiggle his feet a little, he realized that his legs were mostly immobile. The tighter she pulled the straps, the more he wondered why other dentists didn't offer them too. This was a brilliant idea.

Next, she tied his wrists to the chair. Then his arms. His abdomen. And then his chest. It took her a while. With every second that passed, he felt more confused and unable to move, but at the same time... safe. The whole time he had been trying to keep his body under control, and surrendering that control over to her now somehow felt like the right thing to do. It was as if he was being held in her tight embrace, even though she wasn't touching him at all.

"Do you think you can keep your head still, or do I have to secure it too?"

"I.. don't know."

"Well then."

She carefully restrained his head on the headrest of the treatment chair.

"You can't escape me now," she whispered and then, as if trying her hardest to sound friendly, added, "Is it comfortable? Not too tight?"

"Yes. Excellent."

It was as she had said. Now he really had no way of resisting the things she would do to him, and unfortunately that was strangely exciting. Unable to move and with hyper-focused attention, he stared at Dr. Meero's hands as she slipped her long, slender fingers into a pair of surgical gloves. The material made a pleasant, slightly creaking sound, and he winced as she snapped the gloves into place.

"Before I start, one more question: in case you want to stop the examination, would you like to make a certain eye movement or blink sequence?"

"Uh..."

That was an unusual question, but in Syril's opinion it was perfectly reasonable and an efficient approach to dealing with patients. His previous dentist had never asked him anything like this.

"I'm just going to blink."

"Very well."

She reached for a small piece of cloth, placed it on his chest and switched on a lamp above the chair.

"Ready?" she asked, pointing the light directly at his face as she looked down at him.

It was blindingly bright and he had to blink a few times until he got used to it. The outline of her face was immediately burned into his retina. Even with his eyelids closed, he could see her as if he had been staring at the sun for too long.

"Yes." He wanted to nod out of habit, but couldn't move his strapped head.

"Open wide," she said, adding a playful "please" a moment later, as if she had only recently and reluctantly learned to use the word at all.

Syril eagerly opened his mouth, as wide as he could.

"Aaaahh."

"Oh, look at those beautiful white teeth. That's a very healthy looking mouth..." she praised him, although there was a certain mischievous tone in her voice. "Someone has been brushing their teeth really, really well."

Oh no.

Syril could feel his heart pounding in his chest, but it wasn't fear that made it race. He liked being praised by her too much. Dr.Hyne had never praised him. Not like this. The restraints around Syril's legs didn't exactly hide his growing erection, but rather brought it out more, as everything was quite compressed. Luckily her gaze was focused on his mouth. As embarrassing as it was, he didn't want it to stop either. And he feared that, like Dr.Hyne, she would refuse to examine him more closely because of his seemingly healthy teeth.

"But even if your teeth appear to be healthy, it is important to remember that appearances can be deceptive," she added, moving closer and closer to his face to look into his mouth. "Daily chewing alone can cause tiny cracks to form in the enamel that are invisible to the naked eye."

Syril's eyes lit up.

"Uh-huh," he replied, his mouth still wide open.

He almost couldn't believe it - she had the same mindset as him!

"In order for me to determine with certainty if everything is in order with your teeth, Mr. Karn, I intend to carry out a very, very thorough cleaning."

"Uh-huh!"

Syril wanted to nod so badly.

"And once I've started, I won't be stopping any time soon. The process will be lengthy and very intense."

"Uh-huh!!"

She slightly frowned at the increasing enthusiasm in his voice.

"Some slight pain is to be expected during this procedure," she said with more emphasis, as if he didn't understand what she was trying to tell him.

"Yes," he said, allowing himself to close his mouth again briefly to speak. "Yes, of course I understand. After all, I'm not here for pleasure, am I?" He smiled sheepishly.

She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

"No, I suppose not."

A tiny, almost imperceptible grin twitched at the corners of her mouth. "But it'll be my pleasure. It's not often that someone with such a pretty mouth sits in my dental chair."

"Oh. Um. Th-thank you, I- uhm - I-" Syril stuttered, and he realized that he had now an obvious bulge in his pants. And if she were to reach for her tools now, she would most certainly see it. Oh no no no, this was even worse than his trembling legs! His initial excitement at finally finding a dentist who took dental health as seriously as he did quickly turned into embarrassment at how his body reacted to this excitement. He liked her. He liked this. He liked it more than anything, he liked hearing her soothing voice, he liked looking at her face, he liked her hands. Syril tried to keep his composure and hide his excitement by continuing the conversation.

"I- uhm- I wanted to thank you for doing this for me. So many times the tests I requested were not done. Can one ever be too aggressive in preserving healthy teeth? You're much more efficient than my last dentist. You know, I brush my teeth twice a day for at least two minutes, but no longer than four minutes, I clean the spaces between them with dental floss or brushes in different sizes and--hhaa--"

A little moan escaped his throat as her fingers touched his chin.

"Shhh. Hold still. Keep your mouth open for me."

"Ahhhh~"

She bent down to him, holding his chin with one hand and spreading his mouth with her fingers with the other. It was a precise and firm touch.

"Before I take care of your teeth, I'd like to examine your gums..."

She slid two fingers into his mouth and ran them along his molars of his upper jaw, massaging his gums in circular motions from the back of his mouth to his incisors. Her gloves squeaked a little bit with every movement and he could feel the warmth of her hand through them. And although the gloves had an intense rubber smell, there was another scent in the air the more she moved her hand. Her skin. Was it chamomile? Some kind of hand lotion? It was a mild, floral scent. An unexpected, lovely softness, quite atypical for someone who looked as sterile and stern as she did. Syril shuddered and tried to maintain steady, normal breathing with her fingers in his mouth, but that only made things worse. Dr.Meero stroked the inside of his cheeks, perhaps more intensely and sensually than one would consider appropriate, and then moved on to his lower jaw, gently pressing his gums at the back and then the front. Very slowly, she slid her fingers under his tongue and paused for a few seconds without moving them any further, which sent his thoughts into a spiral. Did she want him to lick her hand? Did she enjoy the feeling of his tongue on her fingers? Was it appropriate for him to suck on them? Was she loving this as much as he was?

No, of course not. His imagination was running away with him, he was just deluding himself that everything felt so sensual. All she did was do her job.

But still...

He could taste her gloves. He could feel the light pressure of her fingertips, opening his mouth a little wider. It took him a lot of self-control to keep his tongue still and not lick her finger as she slid over his gums again to explore the last corners of his mouth. It was a fascinating feeling. No dentist had ever performed such a thorough examination of his gums. No wonder she was said to be too meticulous. That was definitely true. And he admired her immensely for it.

"You have healthy, pink gums. A first sign of good oral hygiene. You weren't lying, you really do brush your teeth regularly."

"I would never lie to you," he breathed against her glove, that was dripping wet with his saliva, and touched one of her fingers with his tongue, not entirely by accident.

"Shhh." She pressed her finger to his lips and held it there for a few seconds, once again giving him the illusion that she was actually enjoying touching his mouth. "To make sure your mouth stays nice and wide open for me from now on, I'd like to put this in it, if you don't mind."

She reached for a scary-looking steel mouth spreader with rubber coating and held it right in front of his face to give him a few seconds to imagine what was about to happen.

"A Walter Whitehead gag!" Syril exclaimed, startling her with his sudden burst of delight.

The moment afterwards, when they stared at each other, seemed to last forever. Syril looked up at her, silent, and waited for her to ask him how he knew that. The longer he stared at her, the more his eyes began to tear up from the intense light of the lamp above him.

For some reason Dr.Meero suddenly seemed uncomfortable. "That is... correct."

"I have to admit that I acquired a certain amount of expertise. During my wisdom tooth operation, they used something like this on me. I have no problem with keeping my mouth open for long periods of time, but if you prefer it and you think it's necessary, of course I don't mind- hhhaa~"

"As you wish." Dr.Meero's lips twitched into a tiny smile again, if only for a second, as she pushed the spreader into his mouth.

"Ghhhhurrrggg--"

The ice-cold stainless steel touched his warm lips and he felt the spreader lock onto his teeth. It was thick and heavy in his mouth, but his teeth were protected by its rubber coating.

"Much better. I'm sure everything you have to say to me is important, but I like it more when you're not able to move your mouth so much."

click.

click.

Little by little, she gradually opened his mouth by carefully adjusting the ratchets on either side of the spreader.

click.

click.

"But I don't want you to think you have to be quiet. Let me know if everything is fine by making a noise."

"Hhhaa~"

"Good."

click.

click.

"Almost there, just a little wider."

click.

click.

"There. Nice and wide open for me. You look so good like this."

If it had been up to him, she could have dislocated his jaw if she just kept praising him like that. He wanted to say "thank you", but all he said was "Hhhang yo *cough*"

His eyes darted around nervously as he choked on his own drool and realized that he couldn't even swallow it properly in this reclined position with his mouth spread wide open.

Dr.Meero inserted a saliva ejector in one swift motion. "Sorry about that. Is everything all right?"

"Hhhaahhgg."

Whatever sound had just come out of his throat could have been a yes or a no, and the bubbling noise of his saliva being sucked out was quite loud. The restraints on his head also prevented him from nodding or shaking his head. Syril tried to close his jaw, but it was impossible. His teeth were now exposed and she could touch them however she wanted without him being able to do anything about it. He loved it. Even if he could no longer communicate physically or verbally in a sufficient way, he hoped that his slow blink was enough for her.

"Very good. Now, let me see if your teeth are really as healthy as they look."

Dr.Meero took a mouth mirror and a small dental explorer tool with a sharp-looking tip at the end from the metal cart and as she turned to him again, she froze for a moment. Syril's eyes widened as his mind, fogged by this thrilling experience of being controlled and praised by her, realized that he still had a hard-on. She had now seen it. There was a significant bulge between his legs, perfectly secured and displayed by the restraints.

"Uhng thorry..." he mumbled through the gag, hoping she would understand his words of apology.

"Is something wrong, Mr. Karn?" she asked, her voice unconcerned.

She continued as if the sight wasn't worth mentioning, sliding the mouth mirror along the inside of his left cheek to look at his molars. Syril was grateful for her professionalism, but still terribly embarrassed. Part of him even wanted her to get angry, to scold him. Another part of him had hoped she would praise him for it too. His mind was racing. He no longer knew what he wanted. This was all so confusing and humiliating. He was ashamed of what was going on in his perverted head. Dr.Meero was examining him and doing her best for his dental health, and how did he thank her? By getting turned on by the whole thing.

"No need to worry, many patients experience a certain amount of excitement when they undergo a dental examination..."

With controlled movements, she began to run the tooth explorer and its sharp tip over each of his teeth and gums. Syril felt the tip get stuck sometimes and let out a soft squeak.

"AHh~"

"Oh, excuse me, did that hurt?" Dr.Meero asked without sounding sorry at all and without stopping as she scraped along each tooth and his gums with agonizingly slow, steady movements, before putting the tool away and grabbing another, and even sharper looking one. Her warm fingers stroked along his chin as she inserted it.

"So, how has your week been so far?" she asked, knowing full well that he couldn't answer properly.

"Noh huh hah." Syril breathed, trying to make a "not too bad" motion to her with one hand, but his arm was strapped tightly to the chair and her gaze was fixed on his mouth, so she couldn't even see it.

She began to penetrate his interdental spaces. One after the other.

"Hng. Ah. Ghh. Ah."

Every little scratch and prick made his legs twitch. It was like a reflex that he couldn't suppress. He was all the more grateful for the restraints that kept his legs still, but he was also ashamed that his cock kept twitching and that he couldn't squeeze his knees together to hide it. She used the mirror to push his tongue aside and this time he couldn't help but lick it. The cool metal of the tool felt wonderful in his hot mouth.

"Hngaa-"

"Are you uncomfortable? Oh, I've only just started. I'm sure you can handle another few minutes, hm? After all, I want to be extra thorough," she said sternly, leaning even closer to him, and then...

...her breasts lightly touched his shoulder.

Oh, fuck.

Even through the doctor's coat, he could sense how soft they were. In rhythm with her hand movements, her breasts bumped against him again and again.

Fuck, fuck, no, no, no.

Syril tried to cover his crotch with his quivering hands, but because of the restraints he only managed to barely touch it with his fingertips. His cock was so hard by now that he felt like it was about to burst and there was not a damn thing he could do about it.

"Hnnggg-"

Precum had soaked his pants. He couldn't see it, but he could feel it getting damp. The noise of the saliva ejector covered his whimpers as it continued to suck out the drool out of his mouth that had built up in his arousal. He was having trouble keeping his eyes open. The repeated slight pain and the intense light had made him cry by now. Tears ran down his temples and into his hair. But he didn't want to take his eyes off Dr. Meero for a second as she continued to use her increasingly sharp and pointed tools on him. He wanted to follow her every move, no matter how small. She held the tools right in front of his face and waited for his reaction each time, and she seemed puzzled by how delighted he was with each one.

"Haaaaa~"

Syril could hardly believe his luck when he realized that she actually intended to use all her tools on him that had intimidated him earlier. How incredibly caring of her. She was so unusually meticulous. No dentist had ever taken so much time for him before.

"You'll let me know when you want to stop?" Dr.Meero asked after a while when she noticed that her tray of discarded tools was running out of space.

"I'll endure anything for you as long as you want, Doctor," was what Syril wanted to say. But what came out of his mouth sounded completely incomprehensible.

"I'll eh duh uh ha *ch* ing ho you ah long ah you haaa." Syril groaned through the mouth spreader, spitting tiny droplets of saliva everywhere, keeping eye contact with her at all costs.

"Mh." Dr.Meero tilted her head. "One last check, then."

She took the last tool and ran it along his teeth once more and ... got stuck. Several times.

"Haa haaa!"

"What do we have here?"

Again and again, she scraped over the same area.

"Haaaa!!"

"A very sensitive spot, hm?"

"Hngg!"

Although his head and legs were firmly tied to the chair, Syril was now squirming and wriggling, like a fly in a spiderweb. With a very precise and targeted movement, one that only a dentist could master, Dr. Meero began to gently thrust the tool back and forth.

"I think I might have found something."

It was the one single spot he always had trouble reaching with his toothbrush. She scratched his tooth a few times, and in his mind she finally, finally destroyed the bacterial rebel base that had been hidden from him for so long. It hurt. But he endured it with pleasure. Not that he could have protested or resisted...

"Hnhaa-"

"It's almost over, you're just going to have to suffer a little bit longer."

Fuck, it really, really hurt. But he didn't want her to stop. It hurt so good. She worked her way into every little crevice. His gums had started to bleed and he could taste his blood. The pain was so liberating, so healing. Any wound she inflicted would heal, clean and purified... Syril gave up any pretense of self-control and let out a loud moan.

"Hnnngaaaaaahaaa~"

"Ah, ah, we're almost done."

It didn't take long before he was a moaning and whimpering mess in his restraints, his fingers clawed into the armrest, his toes curled up, his mouth wide open and his cock wet and throbbing in his tight pants. It pulsated with every little painful sting she gave him. After a few wonderful seconds of agony, her face blurred... Tears welled up in Syril's eyes, and when he finally blinked, they ran down his cheeks. And then all of a sudden the pain stopped. The gentle touch of her hands on his mouth disappeared. He could no longer feel the softness of her breast on his shoulder as she sat up again to write something down.

"Three-eight-C... Three-seven-C..." Dr. Meero whispered.

Syril's mind was racing. The number "three" referred to the third quarter, the eight teeth on the right side of his lower jaw. "Eight" and "seven" meant his back molars. And the "C" was short for...

Cavities.

A wailing, drawn-out moan erupted from the depths of his throat.

"Hnnnggoooo!"

His world collapsed. His flawless teeth had cavities?? All his efforts, the tooth brushing, the many dentist appointments, the meticulous following of the rules... It was all for nothing. He had always been told that everything was fine, and now this. He cursed Dr.Hyne and his dereliction of duty. Whimpering, Syril closed his eyes. More tears made no difference now.

"Do you need a break?" Dr.Meero asked, gently stroking his lips, which were sore from constant stretching and had started to bleed in small chapped areas.

"Hnn hnn..." Syril sobbed and blinked a few times.

"All right."

Very carefully she adjusted the ratchets on the sides of the mouth gag.

click.

click.

click.

click.

She took her time.

click.

click.

click.

click.

When the gag and saliva ejector were finally removed from his mouth, Syril's jaw was so tense that he couldn't even close it properly the first time.

"Ahhh."

He breathed softly, saliva dripping from his sore lips, and he kept his eyes closed as Dr.Meero undid his restraints one by one and whispered to him. "You did very well. You were so good and brave."

The praise made his mind spin. It was all very, very unorthodox. But she had done her job. And she had discovered what no one else had found out. Having cavities was bad, but feeling her hands on his body now, even if it was just a quick touch on his thigh, made it all bearable.

"Rinse." Her sudden command caused him to snap his eyes open and he saw that she was holding a paper cup of water in front of his face.

He obeyed immediately and took a big gulp. His cheeks and lips were so sore that he could barely hold the water in his mouth to gargle. While drooling on himself, he rinsed his mouth several times and finally spat into the washbasin that was integrated into the treatment chair. There was something strangely beautiful about the fine trickle of red blood running down the drain together with the water and his saliva on the pristine white ceramic surface.

As soon as Syril felt he could move his mouth properly again, he immediately began to express his displeasure, still spitting out little droplets of saliva.

"I sensed it! I knew it! It's worse than I thought. Nobody believed me. But I was right. Cavities. That was simply gross negligence on the part of my previous dentist. Well... I guess we need to make a follow-up appointment? So you can drill and fill my holes?"

His eyes were full of hope. She just stared at him blankly.

"No, Mr.Karn," she said, entirely deadpan and then began to write something down. "But you'll be pleased to know that the tooth decay hasn't progressed very far. I will prescribe you a high-dose fluoride gel to use every time you brush your teeth. The enamel will most likely heal on its own. Let's arrange a follow-up appointment anyway so that I can check if anything has improved. In, say, two months?"

Syril said nothing for a moment.

"Yes...?" Disbelief. "Yes." Realization. "Yes!" Joy. "With pleasure! I can't tell you how grateful I am for what you've done and what you're doing!" Syril said with a blissful (but somewhat pained) smile on his lips. He would see her again.

Even Dr.Meero was smiling now. A twisted, slightly wicked smile."It's not often I say this to people, but... would you like your reward now?"

"Wh-what?"

"You've been a very good boy. Any patient who takes such good care of their teeth deserves a reward, and I think you've earned one."

"Y-yes, doctor," he stammered, relaxing his tense knees so that she could access the bulge in his crotch that he had been trying to hide all this time.

Yes please please please oh fuck thank you thank you thank you.

🦷🦷🦷

As Syril left the clinic, he awkwardly pulled at his pants with one hand. It was going to be a very unpleasant walk home with his semi-stiff, still untouched, sticky cock squished inside. In his other hand, Syril held a tooth-shaped sticker and strawberry-flavored dental floss. His reward. He would treasure it as a humbling reminder of what had happened today. And yet he couldn't help but smile as he walked home. A bright, healthy smile.

The tiny wounds she had left on him were still there the next morning, and he looked forward to feeling them every time he brushed his teeth in the days to come.