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“Relax, Whitaker. This will be over before you know it.”
Dennis nodded, closing his eyes and taking a slow breath in. One, two, three—
His eyes shot open at the sound of rubber snapping, catching the tail end of Robby pulling on a pair of blue latex gloves. Robby picked up a chart and sat down on the rolling chair. The wheels squeaked noisily as he positioned himself between the stirrups.
“You've never had a pelvic exam before, correct?”
Dennis swallowed, clenched his hands. “No, Dr. Robby.”
That was what got him into this predicament in the first place. He had avoided getting one for years, and it was only when Trinity found out that she basically forced him to open his laptop and schedule an appointment. When he tried requesting a day off, though, Robby pulled him aside and explained that they were already short staffed as it was, and he couldn’t approve the time off unless it was absolutely necessary.
Which led to a rather embarrassing conversation where Dennis had to explain to his middle aged attending that he was 1. transgender, 2. had a vagina, and 3. had never had a pelvic exam before. Robby’s eyes had widened ever so slightly at each new revelation, finally frowning when he heard the last.
“Well, that is a good reason to call out,” he muttered. Robby ran his fingers through the scruff of his beard as Dennis stood awkwardly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.
“So, can I have the day off?”
Robby hummed. “You know what? I can do it. It only takes a few minutes, we can grab an empty room and—”
“Sorry, what?”
Dennis felt his heartbeat in his ears. His mouth went dry as Robby turned his head to look at him.
“Just a suggestion, Whitaker,” he said calmly. Way too calmly for what he had just proposed. “I’ve done plenty of pelvic exams. It would save you from taking the day off, and…would save you some money. Only if you’re comfortable, though.”
Dennis bit his lip. He really didn’t want to take a day off, or pay God knows how much out of pocket for the appointment.
“Alright. Okay. Yeah, that…that’s fine.”
Robby smiled and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Atta boy. How does Friday work? We can do it right after shift change, around 7:30 or so?”
Dennis nodded, head already spinning at the idea of Robby’s hands touching his cunt. “Yeah, sounds good.”
Now Dennis was lying in a hospital bed, naked from the waist down save for a thin paper gown, with his socked feet placed in cold metal stirrups to hold his legs apart.
“The first part of this is the external exam,” Robby said. “I'll be visually examining and lightly touching the outside of your genitalia, checking for any abnormalities.” He was using his Doctor Voice—the one he used when trying to put patients at ease, calmly and carefully explaining to them every procedure and test that the doctors and nurses were performing. It felt strange to be on the receiving end of that voice. Dennis already had goosebumps all over his body.
He couldn’t help but jolt as one of Robby’s big gloved hands rested against the outside of his cunt. He stared at the ceiling and prayed to every God he knew of, and even the ones he didn’t, that he would not get turned on.
Because for one, Dennis wasn’t getting a lot of action. There wasn’t really any time for that in med school. Even masturbating felt like a chore sometimes—he could maybe squeeze it in one a week before passing out, and even then, he didn’t always finish.
And of course, there was also his massive crush on Robby. Those times when he did have the energy to jerk off—few and far between—were spent imagining the very man in front of him bending him into all sorts of shapes.
Please, God. Please don’t let me be the world's first person to get aroused during a pelvic exam.
Dennis bit his lip as Robby’s fingers pressed against his pubic area. He wondered idly if Robby had ever done a pelvic exam on a trans man before. Not that he had significant bottom growth, but it was enough to make his anatomy noticeably different from someone who was not on testosterone. He also wondered if he had made the right decision in not shaving his bush beforehand. Would Robby be into that? Or did he prefer a clean shave?
Robby’s voice brought him back to reality. “Looks good—no swelling or visible irritation.” Dennis heard the sound of pen against paper.
“That’s…good,” he said, desperate to fill the silence. Robby hummed in agreement.
“Next up is everyone’s least favorite part—the speculum and pap smear.” Robby came around to the side of the bed to show Dennis the instrument. Dennis swallowed nervously.
“Looks like a medieval torture device.”
Robby laughed. “Sure does. It might hurt a little bit, which is normal, but still tell me if it does, okay? I'm using this to spread your vagina open so I can inspect the inside.”
Despite the coolness of the room, Dennis could feel his cheeks and ears heating up. “Uh, yeah,” he said dumbly. Robby rolled back toward the end of the bed. His fingers pressed against the outside of his cunt, one on either side of his slit, and spread him open. Dennis took another deep breath, trying to relax and think of nonsexy things (shoveling cow manure, waiting 45 minutes for the bus, failing a test), when a spark of pleasure shot up his spine.
Dennis couldn’t see it, but he could feel it—Robby’s index finger rubbed up and down the length of his cock, his touch feather light but still enough to make him moan. His hand flew up to his mouth, eyes wide and panicked.
“I’m so sorry, I didn't mean to—”
Robby glanced up, his expression unreadable. “I need you to relax for this next part, okay? Deep breaths.”
Dennis’s head spun. Did he just imagine that? His throbbing cock was no indication—he knew that even if Robby hadn’t touched it, it would be pulsing just the same. He swallowed and nodded, praying that Robby paid his thickening cock no mind.
The cool metal of the speculum breached his opening, and he hissed as the device stretched him wide. For a moment, he completely forgot about the fact that his hot boss was staring directly and his cunt, too focused on the discomfort.
“Hurts?”
“Yeah,” Dennis gritted out. “A little.”
“It’ll be over soon,” Robby murmured, and Dennis couldn’t help but relax at the low rumble of his voice. The hand that wasn’t holding the speculum rested on his inner thigh, rubbing soothing patterns into his skin. Dennis realized with a start that this hand was not gloved, and that Robby’s bare hand was not only touching him but also dangerously close to his cunt.
He opened his mouth—to say what, he wasn’t quite sure—but snapped it shut as he heard Robby clear his throat.
“Alright. Gonna stick this inside,” Robby said, holding up a small swab. “This is for the pap smear.”
Wish you would stick something else inside, Dennis’s mind supplied unhelpfully. He blinked and shook his head. Robby frowned.
“Something wrong?”
“No, sir, uh, Dr. Robby,” Dennis stuttered. “Just…nervous, is all.”
Robby smiled. “Always scary the first time, hm?”
Dennis, his mind still picturing other things going inside his cunt, just nodded. “Yeah. Scary.”
He let his head fall back against the bed as the swab scrapped at the inside of his walls. It was just as uncomfortable as the speculum, which he was still painfully aware was holding his hole wide open. He had to bite back a laugh at the absurdity of it all. In all of his fantasies involving Robby, not one of them involved his first look at Dennis’s cunt being during a medical exam.
“Beautiful,” Robby whispered, and Dennis felt the heat in his face spread down his neck. He knew Robby was just making small talk, filling the silence, trying to make him comfortable, but saying “beautiful” while staring at his pussy was more than enough to make his cock throb again. He wondered if he was getting wet, too, if Robby could tell how turned on he was.
“There we go. Speculum coming out…now.” Dennis breathed a sigh of relief as the device was removed, his cunt still aching. Robby made another few notes on his chart, humming a song Dennis didn’t recognize as he worked.
“Is…is that it?” Dennis asked. He didn't even try to keep the hopeful note out of his question. Robby glanced at him over the rim of his glasses and smiled.
“One more part of the exam. Then I promise you’ll be all set.”
Dennis’s fingers flexed against the thin paper lining the bed. He racked his brain. What else was there to do? He must have slept through whatever lesson he had on vaginal health in school.
Robby put on a fresh pair of gloves—or rather, glove, Dennis noted, seeing he still only put on one, leaving his other hand bare—and repositioned himself at the foot of the bed. His hands came to rest on the underside of his thighs, and Dennis could not stop the full body shiver that coursed through him.
“The final part is the physical exam,” Robby said. As he spoke, his hands rubbed up and down his thighs, all the way down to the curve of his ass and back up. Dennis struggled to focus on the words that were coming out of his mouth, but he caught fingers and inside and whimpered involuntarily.
“Hey, Whitaker?” Dennis blinked, realizing Robby was still talking.
“Yeah?”
“I'm going to insert one finger to start. You'll feel my other hand on your lower abdomen. Tell me if you need to stop.”
God. This was actually happening. Once again, Dennis had to bite back a wave of hysterical laughter—his hot attending was about to put his fingers inside his cunt. He’d get off on this memory for years to come.
“Deep breath,” Robby prompted, and that was all the warning he got before a thick, lubed finger pushed past his entrance.
Dennis heard himself gasp—really, he was unable to stop himself—and he bit down hard on his lip to prevent it from becoming an elongated moan as Robby’s finger pushed further and further inside. Robby’s other hand, his bare hand, laid warm against his abdomen, pressing down ever so slightly. The combined pressure made Dennis’s head spin.
“Are you sexually active?”
It took Dennis a moment to process the question. Robby had asked it in the same cadence one might ask how did you sleep? or what did you bring for lunch today?
“Uh, no. I mean,” Dennis stuttered, "I'm not, like, a virgin. I just don’t have time…for all of that.”
Robby’s eyes flicked up to Dennis’s face and then back down to his cunt. His hand pressed down on a different spot on his abdomen. Dennis blew a puff of air out of his nose and dug his fingernails into his palms.
“And what does your sexual history look like?”
Dennis could feel his face getting hotter, if that was even possible. “Uh, boyfriend in high school. Another boyfriend in undergrad…and some casual hookups since then.”
Robby nodded. He withdrew his finger, and, to Dennis’s surprise, pumped more lube onto his hand—now spreading it over a second finger as well.
“Just need to do a little more feeling around,” Robby supplied. “Hopefully this won’t be too much of a stretch.”
This time, when Robby’s fingers circled his cock, smearing the lubricant across it before delving inside his cunt, Dennis knew it was real and knew it was deliberate. He couldn’t help but buck his hips up, biting back another filthy moan.
“Easy,” Robby murmured, his free hand pushing Dennis’s hips back against the bed. “Good boy. Stay still.”
Fuck, if Dennis wasn’t already dizzy with lust, that would’ve been what did him in. As it was, it served to make his cock twitch, cunt squeezing automatically around Robby’s fingers. He heard Robby take in a sharp breath.
“Do you…” Robby trailed off for a moment, his eyes wide as he stared at where his fingers disappeared inside Dennis. “Do you experience any pain or discomfort during sex?”
“No. But it’s also been a while,” Dennis said. His toes were curling now, in addition to his fingers, every part of him tensing as Robby’s hands once again moved—one inside, one outside.
“Do you touch yourself? Like this?”
The room fell silent. Dennis’s breath caught in his throat. Robby’s hands stilled, his eyes glued to Dennis’s.
“Yes,” Dennis breathed after a moment. “I…I do.”
Robby nodded. “And it feels good?”
What you’re doing right now, or when I do it? Dennis wasn’t sure. He nodded.
Rather than respond, Robby pulled his fingers out of Dennis slowly. Dennis tried to relax, reasoning that this must be the end—
Suddenly Robby was pushing the fingers back in, pumping them slowly in and out of his cunt, the sound of the wet slide of lube and Dennis’s arousal filling the small room. Dennis’s eyes widened, and he opened his mouth to speak. Nothing came out but breathy gasps.
“Does this feel good?” Robby pushed his fingers inside, all the way to the knuckle, and spread them. Dennis’s eyes fluttered shut, mouth still hanging open.
“I need you to answer, Whitaker.”
His mouth was so dry. “Um, y-yes, sir—oh!”
Robby’s fingers were curling now, pressing on a spot that made him see stars. At the same time, his thumb pressed against his cock, using the lube he had spread there earlier to stroke it languidly. Dennis's hands flew to grip the arms of the bed.
“Oh my God,” he moaned. “Oh my God, oh my God—”
“Easy,” Robby murmured, not letting up his movements for even a moment. “I need to add one more finger. Okay, Whitaker?”
Dennis could barely form a coherent thought, much less a verbal response. It didn't seem like Robby minded, though, as a third thick finger pushed its way in along with the first two, spreading him open even wider.
“That’s it,” Robby praised. “Good boy, so wet for me. Didn’t even need any more lube.”
His fingers were moving faster now, moving in and out, pausing every few strokes to curl up towards his stomach. Dennis felt like his entire body was on fire, like his brain was melting out of his ears.
“Dr. Robby—oh my God,” Dennis gasped. Robby’s ungloved hand ran down his thigh and squeezed his ass. His thumb pressed against his taint.
“So pretty,” Robby said, almost to himself. “You open up so nice for me, Whitaker. I wonder if you could take my whole fist.”
“Holy fuck.” Dennis felt himself dripping around Robby’s fingers, his cock jerking with every stroke. His legs began to shake, beads of sweat dripping down his back. “Fuck, Dr. Robby—I’m—”
“Yeah? Gonna cum on my fingers?”
“Fuck, yeah, yes—I’m gonna—please?”
“That's it, kid. Cum for me.”
Dennis’s ears rang as he arched off the bed, cunt squeezing around Robby’s fingers. He suddenly felt extremely wet, and could hear Robby cursing and the sound of liquid dripping onto the bed and floor. Robby’s hands slowed but didn’t stop, and Dennis whined and twitched through the aftershocks as Robby continued stroking his cock.
“There we go. That's my boy.” Robby slowly pulled his hand out and removed the glove; Dennis, blinking stars out of his vision, could just barely make out how soaked it was before he tossed it in the trash can. Robby turned back and placed his hands on Dennis’s thighs, rubbing and squeezing them. Dennis gasped as if Robby’s hands were directly on his cock. The skin-to-skin contact—Robby’s huge warm hands spreading across his thighs, calloused fingers pressing into the skin—was enough to make his cunt flutter.
As if all of this couldn’t come any closer to being one of Dennis’s wet dreams, Robby leaned forward, disappearing behind where the gown stretched over his legs. The brush of Robby’s scratchy beard against his thigh—so close, inches away from his cunt—sent a fresh wave of arousal through his body. That rough sensation was soon followed by Robby’s lips, pressing soft kisses up and down his leg.
“Dr. Robby,” Dennis whined, silently urging the older man to move his mouth just a little further down and relieve the ache that still throbbed there. Robby just turned to nip at the other thigh, and Dennis gasped again as he felt Robby’s teeth scrape against the delicate skin.
“Made a mess,” Robby murmured. He leaned back, his face flushed and glasses fogged. “Stay right here. I need to grab a towel.”
Dennis didn't think he could feel more humiliated. First he got turned on during a routine medical exam, then he came so hard that he squirted all over his attending? It didn't help that he was still impossibly horny.
Robby returned, clearly ignorant to Dennis’s moping, and ran a soft towel over his cunt. The fabric caught on his cock, making him hiss, but Robby continued on until he deemed Dennis to be sufficiently clean. Then, he took his ankles one by one and removed his feet from the stirrups, laying his legs flat on the bed.
Dennis blinked owlishly as he watched Robby settle back onto the chair and jot a few things down on his chart.
“Dr. Robby?”
“Everything looks normal,” Robby said, glancing up from the chart with a smile. “You’ll be able to see the visit summary in your patient portal. If you have any other questions, you can let me know, okay?”
Robby stood, pushed the chair back under the desk, and headed for the door.
“Get some rest. I'll see you next week, Whitaker.”
The door clicked shut. Whitaker laid back on the bed and stared at the ceiling. His legs were still trembling from his climax.
What the fuck was that?