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“Hollander?”
Shane looked up at the sound of his last name before standing up from the chair he’d been sitting in for the past ten minutes. He crossed the patient waiting room of the fertility clinic and approached the friendly looking nurse. She gave him a soft smile when he was close enough and guided him through the doorway.
“Good afternoon, it’s nice meeting you,” she greeted.
Shane glanced at her name tag and learned her name was Ada. “Thank you. It’s nice meeting you, too.”
“I’m just going to take your weight right here,” Ada said as they stopped in front of an electronic scale. “Feel free to set your things down.”
Shane utilized the chair beside the scale to set down his wallet and phone. He shook off his jacket next and draped it over one of the arms of the chair. He stepped onto the scale and watched the number jump from 0 to 157.
“Perfect, you can step down and follow me.”
Shane gathered up his things before following Ada further down the hallway and into an exam room. He sat down in one of the two chairs, besides the doctor’s chair, that occupied the room.
“I’ll be taking your blood pressure and getting your oxygen levels before Dr. Rozanov comes in and sees you.”
Shane nodded and lifted his arm when she approached him with the blood pressure cuff and finger oxygen monitor. “Oxygen is good at 99. Your blood pressure is slightly elevated at 126 over 70, but that’s nothing to be concerned about considering the circumstances,” Ada explained. “I’m sure you’re feeling a little nervous, huh?”
Again, Shane nodded, but this time it was a little hesitant. ‘A little nervous’ felt like such an understatement. Shane was beyond nervous. He’d been anticipating this day for weeks. Today was the day of his fertility procedure. He and his alpha had been trying to get pregnant for months but hadn’t been lucky.
Shane had been so embarrassed when his alpha told him he should go see ‘one of those pregnancy doctors.’ However, he hadn’t argued. Every negative pregnancy test was a severe blow to his ego, especially when he could tell his alpha was getting more and more annoyed with his inability to fall pregnant. Shane didn’t blame him, not really. It was only natural for an alpha to want to have pups and further their bloodline. It was Shane’s job to do that for him, and so far he’d failed every time.
He’d met with Dr. Rozanov for the first time a few months ago. After explaining the struggle he and his alpha were having, Shane asked Dr. Rozanov if he thought he could help him. Dr. Rozanov had simply nodded his head and very bluntly stated, “da, I can get you pregnant.”
They’d started the process of checking his hormone levels and egg count. Eventually, they’d gone over his options and Shane had opted for trying intrauterine insemination first. It would hopefully do the trick, but if not then he’d try in vitro fertilization next.
“Dr. Rozanov will be in shortly. He did recommend taking some midazolam before he came in. It’s just enough of a dosage to take the edge off and relax you for an easier procedure,” Ada explained. She picked up a small paper cup from where it was sitting on the counter off to Shane’s right. He took it from her and watched as she filled up another with a bit of water from the sink. The small blue pill was easy to swallow down and Shane briefly wondered how long it would take to kick in since he’d been too nervous to eat anything all day.
“You’ll need to get changed into this gown before Dr. Rozanov comes in,” Ada said as she motioned to the folded up patient gown that was resting on top of the examination table. She smiled, “again, it was nice meeting you, Mr. Hollander. Dr. Rozanov will be here in just a moment.”
Shane nodded, “thank you.”
Once he was alone, Shane rubbed the palms of his hands against his jeans before standing up. He took his time in undressing and folding his clothes. The gown felt rough against his skin as he slipped it on and struggled a bit with tying the ties since they were behind him. It was just as he was tying the last one when there was a knock on the door.
Dr. Rozanov stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. “Hello, Mr. Hollander.”
“Shane is fine,” Shane insisted.
“Hello, Shane,” Dr. Rozanov replied. “You are here for IUI, yes?”
Shane nodded, “yes, that’s correct.”
“Perfect, and you took the midazolam?”
“Yes, a few minutes ago.”
“Okay,” Dr. Rozanov nodded. “Is good, should start working by the time things get going. Do you have any questions?”
Shane shook his head. He’d been researching the procedure ever since he chose to do it. He knew the general order in which everything was supposed to take place.
“Okay, hop up on the table then,” Dr. Rozanov instructed.
Shane stood up and approached the table. He used the little step stool in front of it to hoist himself up. He winced when he lowered himself down and immediately ripped the thin crinkly paper covering the cushion.
“Is fine,” Dr. Rozanov assured. “Lay back and get comfortable. You will be here for a minute, yes?”
“Yeah,” Shane replied absentmindedly. He shimmied around until he felt as comfortable as he could allow himself to be.
“It looks like we got the sample from your alpha. Is he here, in waiting room, perhaps?”
“Oh, no,” Shane shook his head and tried not to feel disheartened. “He only stayed long enough to give the sample. He doesn’t like to stay for the appointments; he says they’re just my responsibility.”
“He is very traditional, hm?” Dr. Rozanov asked.
Shane nodded, “yes, a bit, but he takes really good care of me. That’s why I really hope this works so I can give him a pup.” Shane couldn’t see the look of displeasure Dr. Rozanov wore on his face as he opened up drawers and gathered up all of the items he needed.
“I will put this curtain between us so you do not see all of the instruments. Patients can get rather nervous being able to see everything.”
“Oh, yes, please. I always have to look away when I’m getting blood drawn. It makes me feel queasy,” Shane admitted. He lifted his head just in time to see Dr. Rozanov pull an opaque white curtain away from the wall and across his body. It blocked his view of the lower half of his body as well as Dr. Rozanov. Shane placed his head back down and stared up at the ceiling. He both felt and heard the exam table rattle, and before he could wonder for too long, Dr. Rozanov spoke.
“Just pulling out the stirrups. I will guide your feet into them now.”
“Okay.”
Shane didn’t flinch when he felt fingers curl around his left ankle. He allowed Dr. Rozanov to lift it carefully into the air. “Scootch down lower,” he advised and Shane listened. He slid himself down the table until his butt was just barely hanging off of the edge. “Yes, perfect. Foot here.” Dr. Rozanov placed Shane’s left foot into the stirrup and did the same with his right. There were hands on Shane’s knees next, “spread your legs.”
Shane inhaled shakily and slowly parted his legs until they were far enough apart. He felt himself blush when Dr. Rozanov wordlessly lifted up his gown and left it to rest on his lower stomach. He’d done some tidying up down there, not because he thought Dr. Rozanov would care, but because he hoped it made things easier somehow. There was a long stretch of silence and Shane tried his best to not let it get to him.
“Dr. Rozanov?” Shane asked softly.
“Da,” Dr. Rozanov answered. “I will start to do the procedure now.”
“O-Okay,” Shane intertwined his fingers and placed them on his stomach. “Will it hurt?”
Dr. Rozanov hummed, “mm, no, it shouldn’t. The midazolam will help. Is sedative and muscle relaxant. You should be feeling some of it now, yes?”
Now that he had mentioned and brought it to Shane’s attention, he did feel different. There was a calmness that he rarely ever felt when visiting any sort of doctor. His hands felt a bit heavy while his legs and feet would most likely be hanging limply against the exam table if it weren’t for the stirrups.
“Yes, I do feel it a little,” Shane answered.
“Will get stronger,” Dr. Rozanov informed.
Shane swallowed and nodded, “okay.”
There was some shuffling and then the crinkle of plastic. “I am prepping a speculum with lubricant. It will be cold.”
Despite the warning, Shane still flinched when he felt the cold smear of lube against his hole and the press of the speculum. He nibbled his bottom lip and furrowed his eyebrows as Dr. Rozanov worked on inserting the speculum. It wasn’t easy and it didn’t feel like it was getting anywhere at all. Shane shifted in discomfort and swallowed down the pained whine that wanted to crawl its way out of his throat.
Dr. Rozanov muttered something in what sounded like some Slavic language. He wasn’t sure of the exact one since he never thought it was his place to ask. There was even more pressure than before, but unfortunately his vaginal opening wasn’t budging. Shane gasped and instinctively arched away from the intrusion.
“Dr. Rozanov,” Shane croaked. “I’m sorry, but I really don’t think it’s going to fit. Do you maybe have a smaller one or something? My regular gynecologist usually has to use a smaller one anyway.”
“Da,” Dr. Rozanov said. His voice sounded a little rough around the edges. Shane hoped he wasn’t annoyed at him for having to open another speculum. “I have a better idea.”
Shane didn’t say anything as he listened to Dr. Rozanov move around behind the curtain. He wondered what the better idea could be if it wasn’t utilizing a smaller speculum. His eyes widened a fraction when he felt Dr. Rozanov place a thumb on his clitoral hood and pull it back. He was almost tempted to snap his legs shut, but didn’t when he felt a hand against his thigh next. It was large and warm, and paired well with how loose-limbed he felt. Shane blinked up at the ceiling slowly and wondered when the dots within the tiles had started to move.
“I think the midazolam is really starting to work,” Shane mumbled.
“That’s good,” Dr. Rozanov replied easily.
Shane hummed and closed his eyes. There was a firm pressure against his clit that pulled a sigh out of him. Something quickly swiped lower against his hole before going back to his clit. The pressure was perfect and moved in a nice, steady circular motion. Shane was getting more and more comfortable with every second that passed. He could barely remember the discomfort he felt just moments ago with the speculum.
Whatever had touched against his hole was back, but instead of briefly swiping against it, it pushed inside instead. Maybe Dr. Rozanov had decided to use the smaller speculum after all? Whatever he’d decided to use felt so much better. The thought of not having to deal with any more pain had Shane feeling even more relaxed. A nice thrum of pleasure was starting to crawl up his spine, especially when Dr. Rozanov pulled out the apparatus and pushed it back in.
He repeated the action again and again. It didn’t seem like Dr. Rozanov was having a hard time at all now. The lube must’ve helped ease the way, though Shane wondered just how much lube Dr. Rozanov had used since he seemed to be wetter down there than before. He moaned softly as whatever was inside of him rubbed and rubbed and rubbed.
Shane could tell when Dr. Rozanov added a second of the mystery apparatus because he clenched around it. There was a slight stretch, but nothing like the speculum. His hole accommodated it easily and willingly to the point where Shane almost opened his mouth and begged for another. It just felt so good. His clit was still being touched and his hole was getting filled over and over.
A groan crept out of him as another thing nestled itself in and beside the other two. His thighs spread a little more as his toes curled at whatever Dr. Rozanov was using. Shane frowned in concentration as he tried his best to figure out what it was. Never in his life had any of his previous doctors used anything on him that made him feel this good. From what Shane could tell, they were long and round, and had a prominent bump about halfway. They separated from each other and stretched his leaking hole before joining again and pushing up.
Shane’s back arched as he whined in nothing but pleasure this time. “D-Dr. Rozanov,” he stammered. “Are your…” He trailed off and tried to find the right words. His brain felt like it had shut off as he was left with a pleasant floaty feeling. “Are your fingers inside of me?”
“Da,” Dr. Rozanov said. “You are taking them very well.”
“Mm,” Shane groaned at the praise. That explained why he had felt warmth of what he could now attribute to skin and the bumps of knuckles. He couldn’t find it in himself to care in the slightest that Dr. Rozanov currently wasn’t wearing any gloves.
“You are close, yes?” Dr. Rozanov suddenly asked.
“Yes,” Shane answered without any sort of uncertainty. He could feel it. His legs were shaking a little and his hole was beginning to clench repeatedly around Dr. Rozanov’s fingers. His stomach was starting to tighten up, too.
“Good. This will make next step much easier.”
Shane could not remember what the next step in the procedure was, but that was okay. He trusted Dr. Rozanov to do what was needed. His fingers continued to drive in and out of him while his large thumb stroked and rubbed his clit. Each passing second brought upon more and more pleasure that pushed Shane closer and closer to the edge until he felt himself finally tipping over.
“Dr. Rozanov,” he moaned as his entire body responded to his orgasm. He spasmed around the doctor’s fingers and arched his back even more in hopes of getting them deeper. The stirrups did their job of keeping his twitching legs open and his pussy easily accessible. His mouth hung open as little gasps and soft whines escaped him until they eventually petered out when Dr. Rozanov stopped moving his fingers.
Shane blinked his eyes open and wondered how long he had closed them for. He instinctively tried looking down at his lower body, but the curtain was in the way. His head lolled to the side instead as he heaved out all of the breath in his lungs. He felt like he was floating on his back in the middle of the ocean.
“That was perfect, Shane,” Dr. Rozanov complimented.
Shane smiled, happy and in a daze.
“We will begin next step now.”
“‘Kay,” Shane replied. His tongue felt weird in his mouth.
There was some shuffling that Shane could hear and then two of Dr. Rozanov’s fingers were spreading him open. Shane was back to being confused as he felt something warm and blunt press up against his relaxed hole. It went in smooth and easy despite there still being a slight stretch. Experimentally, Shane clenched around the girth and groaned when it abruptly shoved in a little deeper.
Dr. Rozanov didn’t speak as he began to work the device in and out of Shane’s pussy. Similar to what his fingers had done, it filled Shane just right as it rubbed along his walls. The crinkling of the paper beneath him was loud as his body was jostled rhythmically. He hoped no one else could hear, especially since he’d lost control of his voice and was moaning with every full thrust in now.
His insides were being molded around the hard, thick device. It dug into his core and brought him more pleasure than Dr. Rozanov’s fingers had. His body liked it, Shane could tell because he was so wet and sensitive. He knew that if he didn’t currently feel so heavy that he would’ve most certainly been moving along to the rocking of his body.
He cried out when his clit was suddenly touched again. His eyes fluttered shut and he allowed himself to bask in the onslaught of pleasure. Everything was warm and fuzzy. His arms and legs; his head; his pussy. He wanted it to never end.
“Please,” he begged. “Don’t stop.”
Dr. Rozanov shoved the device harder and faster at Shane’s words. It nudged up against something inside of Shane that had him shuddering in response. A strained “ah!” left him as he struggled to figure out if he was hurt or not. It shocked him more than anything, but once it immediately happened a second time, Shane decided he couldn’t get enough of it.
Something wet was trailing down the side of his jaw as he groaned out the word, “more.” His chest rose and fell with every unsteady breath he took. Whatever device Dr. Rozanov was using on him was quickly pushing himself to yet another orgasm, especially when he could feel it begin to swell. Shane could feel his body working to accommodate the rapidly growing thing. It caught against his hole every time Dr. Rozanov pulled it out of him. Shane whined softly as he tried and failed to keep it inside since he loved the feeling of it forcing his hole open even more.
“Do you know what is inside of you now?” Dr. Rozanov abruptly asked.
Shane struggled to shake his head. “No.”
Dr. Rozanov replied, Shane could hear him, but he had no idea what he said. It was that Slavic language again that Shane knew nothing about. A confused whimper left him without him meaning for it to.
“Here,” Dr. Rozanov grunted, “I’ll show.”
The curtain keeping him hidden away was shoved to the side. It took all of the strength Shane had in him to lift his head up and peer down the length of his body. The sight of Dr. Rozanov driving his cock and nearly swollen full knot in and out of his pussy should’ve sent Shane’s brain into panic mode. However, it only served to enhance his pleasure as he finally learned what exactly Dr. Rozanov was using on him.
Shane moaned and dropped his head back down against the exam table. He squeezed around the length inside of him and let it continue to work him towards a climax. He wasn’t going to last much longer, not with the way Dr. Rozanov was fucking him. Every hard, deep plunge of Dr. Rozanov’s cock sent overwhelming shocks of euphoria throughout Shane’s body.
His hole was starting to clench again as he tried his best to keep himself stuffed full. If he could move his legs, he was positive he would’ve wrapped them around Dr. Rozanov’s waist. His spine curved in a perfect arch when the length of Dr. Rozanov dragged against the perfect spot and the tip of his cock hit deep yet again. Shane’s eyes felt like marbles as they rolled to the back of his head when his clit was pinched between pointer finger and thumb.
He squealed, and it was the only warning Dr. Rozanov got before Shane was coming so hard he squirted. It felt like his orgasm lasted forever as he was worked through it. His pussy was like a vice as he seized up and pulsated around the cock inside of him. He was too busy focusing on the intensity of it all to notice the stuttering of Dr. Rozanov’s hips. Shane’s entire body jerked when Dr. Rozanov shoved into him one last time, knot bullying its way past his spasming hole, before filling him up with a hefty load of cum.
Shane was positively shaking by the time his orgasm had finally ebbed. He breathed raggedly and dragged his hand up to his chest so he could rest it against his heart. The rush of endorphins he received from being knotted made Shane feel like he was flying. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been given a knot. His alpha rarely ever knotted him anymore; he said it was a waste of his time to be tied to an omega who couldn’t get pregnant.
Instinctively, Shane began to purr as he relished in a feeling that had become foreign to him. He was scenting, hard and heavy, filling up the entire room with his content omegan scent. A quiet moan of sensitivity left him when Dr. Rozanov eventually pulled his softening knot out of his spent pussy. He could hear him moving over the sound of his breathing, but Shane just couldn’t find it in himself to open his eyes yet.
Shane had no idea if it was the medicine that was helping make him feel this way, but he was still so warm and content. He drifted and floated, and even dozed off for a minute or two before his legs were being lifted up and out of the stirrups. They hung open limply despite Shane knowing that he should probably close them, but he couldn’t, not yet.
Time didn’t exist for Shane as Dr. Rozanov stripped him of his patient gown and dressed him back in his clothes. He didn’t start coming back to himself again until he was sitting back down in one of the two chairs in the room, and even then he felt like he was drunk and wading through water. Dr. Rozanov was watching him closely from where he was sitting in the rolling chair in front of the computer.
“The medicine is affecting you hard,” Dr. Rozanov said, which must’ve explained why Shane felt so out of it.
“Mm,” he hummed and shook his head. “Medicine?”
“Yes, the midazolam. Remember? You took the pill before the procedure. The IUI.”
“Oh,” Shane nodded this time. “Yes. How did it… Go?”
He hoped that wasn’t a strange question, but despite knowing where he was and who he was with, Shane couldn’t remember the past half hour. When he tried to pull anything from the depths of his brain, all he could remember was feeling really good.
“Very well,” Dr. Rozanov smiled. “You were a very good patient for the procedure. I suspect you will have no problem with getting pregnant. You might have some light spotting or cramping for the next day or two. Is normal,” Dr. Rozanov shrugged his shoulders. “Some leaking may occur, but don’t be alarmed. It is just your alpha’s semen, nothing to be concerned about.”
Shane nodded and shifted in his chair. He could already feel some wetness down there.
“When should I test?” Shane asked.
“Wait time is two weeks. Luteal phase. You will test after that. You can come here for blood test or do at-home test instead. If not pregnant then we try again before maybe looking into IVF instead. If you are pregnant then you follow up with me for the first few weeks and then I discharge you to your GP or OB/GYN.” Shane felt like a bobble head as he nodded again. “Okay.”
“Any more questions?”
“Yes, just one more,” Shane answered. “My alpha and I do want at least three pups. If this works and I do get pregnant, would I have to do another IUI treatment for more pups?”
“Mm, possibly, but it is hard to say. Infertility can go away after a pregnancy, but there is also secondary infertility where one still struggles to become pregnant after the first successful pregnancy and birth,” Dr. Rozanov said. “It just depends. If you are still struggling to have multiple after your first then I do recommend coming back and seeing me again for another round.”
Shane smiled because he absolutely would be making another visit to Dr. Rozanov if need be. He’d read online that the IUI procedure could be painful for some. However, he couldn’t recall any pain at all by the hands of Dr. Rozanov.
“That’s perfect. Thank you.”
Dr. Rozanov nodded. “You are welcome. You can head out when you are ready. Enjoy the rest of your day, Mr. Hollander.”
“Shane is fine,” Shane said as he stood up.
Dr. Rozanov looked amused as he stood as well. “Shane.”
Shane followed Dr. Rozanov out of the exam room. They parted ways as Shane walked to the reception desk so he could get any post procedure paperwork printed out. He scanned the waiting room and sighed softly when he didn’t find his alpha waiting for him. Shane had told him before going in for his procedure an approximate pick up time since his alpha had driven and dropped him off.
While he waited for him, Shane decided to read over the post procedure notes. There wasn’t much, but it filled the time until he was receiving a text from his alpha that let Shane know he was outside. Slowly, Shane made his way out to the parking lot and into the car.
The drive home was quiet which Shane appreciated because he still felt a bit hazy. He napped as soon as he was home and then proceeded to live out the next two weeks with his alpha. As soon as it was time, Shane pulled out a pregnancy test from his bathroom cabinet. He’d done so many of them that he felt like he could do them in his sleep at this point.
Rip open plastic. Pop off top. Pee on test strip. Flip over test to help ease anxiety. Wait three minutes. Flip back over the test. Read ‘not pregnant.’ Try not to cry but end up crying anyway.
It was all routine, so Shane went through the steps quickly. He ripped open the plastic and tossed it in the trash. He popped off the blue top and pulled down his shorts and underwear. He sat down on the toilet and peed on the test strip. He flipped it over in his hands and proceeded to wait three minutes. With a sigh, he flipped it back over again and read the word ‘pregnant.’
Shane screamed and then immediately did the last step of trying not to cry but end up crying anyway.
As soon as Shane had his wits about him, he immediately went online and ordered a fruit arrangement to be delivered to the fertility clinic. When given the opportunity to add a custom card, Shane didn’t hesitate.
‘From: Shane Hollander
To: Dr. Rozanov and Team
Thank you!’