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This wasn’t the first time Ilya and Shane had role played, but it was the first time Ilya took it this seriously. It started last week when they’d had a few glasses of wine after dinner and Ilya asked Shane what he wanted to try in the bedroom. Shane knows he wouldn’t have admitted half of what he did without the Chardonnay, but he meant it all.
So now he was here - here being stood outside one of their spare rooms, ready to knock the door to see ‘Dr. Rozanov’. He didn’t know exactly what his husband had planned since all he’d said that night was that it’d be hot to see Ilya in a lab coat doing what he wanted to him, inspecting him and making him lie there spread out and taking it.
Shane knocked three times on the door.
“Come in.” The Russian accent came from inside. Shane took a breath and opened the door, stepping inside to see the room was no longer just drawers and neatly organised shoes, but now had a bed with what looked like stirrups at the end. Before Shane could even ask where and how Ilya got this, he spoke again. “Ah, Shane Hollander yes? Come in. I am Dr. Rozanov, good to meet you.” Ilya gave a small smile as he fiddled with some tools on the table with wheels.
“Uh, yes thats right. Good to meet you, Dr. Rozanov. It’s good to see you have all the right… equipment.” Shane replied, still lingering near the door. Ilya was wearing a dark fitted shirt and pants with the white lab coat on top and he looked unbelievably put together and sexy.
“Of course, Mr. Hollander. I am a professional. Please take a seat on the bed. Would you like me to walk you through this session?” Ilya stood next to the bed and patted it. Shane walked over and sat on the edge of the bed.
“Yes please, doctor.” Shane shifted on the bed but got comfortable sitting.
“Very good. Thank you for signing up for this, Shane. We are always looking for new and eager volunteers. As you saw online, this is part of a study evaluating male orgasms and the parts of the brain associated with orgasms,” Ilya started explaining and Shanes eyebrows lifted slightly, not expecting this but definitely not complaining, “So to be clear, Mr. Hollander, I will be stimulating you in many different ways to test how your brain and body responds, and it is mostly the activity before the orgasm we want to measure, so we will bring you to the edge a few different ways before you reach orgasm. Do you understand?” Ilya held a clipboard and looked at Shane with no emotion.
“Yes, doctor. I understand. That all sounds- that’s fine.” Shane replied, this all feeling very real and not like they were role playing. Ilya’s demeanour was selling this, the clinical way he spoke, the lack of lust or emotion that Shane was so used to seeing. But Shane loved it.
“Good. Now, please undress fully. I will need access to many areas of your body for the study. Do not bother with putting a gown on, I would remove it anyway.” Ilya gave a small smile and turned his back to give Shane ‘privacy’, scribbling onto his clipboard.
Shane undressed so he was fully naked and folded his clothes neatly on top of a chest of drawers. When he was done, he sat back on the table sideways like he was before, suddenly feeling very exposed with Ilya fully dressed.
“I’m ready, doctor.” Shane confirmed, fingers curling around the bottom of the table he was grasping. Ilya turned and looked him up and down, nodding slowly.
“Perfect. Please lie down on the table, legs up here.” Ilya moved to the bottom of the table, waiting for Shane to lie back, then guided his legs until they were in the stirrups. He pulled them further apart so Shane’s legs were spread wide and he was fully exposed to Ilya, half hard and leaking already.
“You’re a very good patient, Shane. You listen very well, yes?”
“Yes, thank you, doctor.” Shane breathed out and felt something wrap around his leg where it rested on one stirrup. He looked down in confusion. Ilya was strapping his legs in so he couldn’t move, “Uh, what’s that for, doctor?” He asked.
“Oh, just a precaution, really. Need to make sure I have all the access I need and nothing in my way, you understand yes?” He secured the second leg in and Shane nodded, “We also need to secure your arms so you don’t touch yourself since it may interfere with the results. We want to make this study as successful as possible you see, Mr. Hollander.” Fuck. Shane was not expecting to be tied down for this, but it turned him on even more knowing he was fully at Ilya’s mercy.
“Yes, doctor. That makes sense.” Ilya lifted Shane’s wrists above his head and tied them with a velcro strap.
“You will keep your arms up here for me.” Ilya said, more of a statement than a request, but Shane nodded anyway.
Ilya moved back between Shane’s legs and crouched down, taking some time to just look at him, his cock now fully hard and his hole exposed.
“Already very good responses. I think you are the most beautiful patient I have had, Shane.” Ilya nodded impressively.
“Thank you, doctor. I’m not sure you should say that but thank you.” Shane squirmed a bit as Ilya’s eyes didn’t move from between Shane’s legs, not touching yet, just admiring.
“You are calling me a bad doctor? I do not think that is very wise, Mr. Hollander, considering the position you are in right now.” Ilya’s eyes moved up and down his body again, referring to the vulnerable state Shane was in.
“No, no, of course not, doctor. I’m sorry. I appreciate the compliment.” Shane said quickly. Ilya smirked.
“Good. I need to ask you some questions before we start,” Ilya reached again for his clipboard and looked down at the questions, “How often do you orgasm weekly, on average?” Ilya asked, looking down at Shane for an answer.
“Oh, I guess maybe 7 times?” Shane replied, trying to do the math in his head. He and Ilya had sex almost every day and he sometimes had multiple orgasms, so taking into account any days they don’t have sex for whatever reason, 7 sounded about right.
“Wow, Mr. Hollander. That is a lot. And how many of those are masturbation, roughly?” He asked.
“Probably only one. The rest are usually, like, with a partner.” Shane wished Ilya asked him this before he was spread out on the bed, but he knew this was part of it for them, making Shane wait.
“But sometimes you are a slut who cannot wait, yes?” Ilya didn’t even look at Shane as he asked. Shane’s mouth dropped open slightly.
“What? No, I’m not a- that’s very unprofessional of you to ask, doctor.” Shane muttered, but the name sent a wave of heat down Shane’s stomach.
“Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Hollander. Is there a word you prefer? I can use whore if better?” Ilya smirked and shrugged at Shane’s reaction.
“No, I just- Yes, sometimes I masturbate when my husband isn’t home because I’m- worked up or whatever.”
“And what do you use to masturbate? Your hand or toys too?” Ilya continued.
“I just use a dildo. My husband- he likes when I come untouched, when I’m alone too.” Shane confessed quietly, blushing.
“And you listen, yes? All the time? You are good for him?” Ilya kept writing as he asked.
“Yes. I do what he asks. And he rewards me.”
“Very smart man. Good technique to keep sluts obedient.” Ilya remarked as if he wasn’t talking about himself. Shane was dying for Ilya to start touching him now but he knew he’d have to be patient.
“OK. Almost done with the questions. I’m assuming you are the one who gets fucked by your husband?” He asked and looked at Shane who nodded, then continued, “Very good. There will be prostate stimulation involved today. How big is your husband’s cock?” Ilya asked. The word ‘cock’ took Shane aback.
“Um it’s - he says it’s 9 but I think it’s 8. I’ve never actually measured.” Shane almost smirked as he replied but kept a straight face. This was the truth but he knew Ilya stood by it being 9 inches.
“Ah you are calling your husband a liar? I will need to tell him this after. No worries. I will make sure we have the correct size when we stimulate your prostate.” Shane almost whined at the words. Ilya put the clipboard down and stood back between Shane’s spread legs, “You seem very aroused already, Mr. Hollander. Erect cock, flushed cheeks. We will need to make sure you do not orgasm too quickly. I will hook you up to machine to measure brain activity and heart rate now.”
Ilya grabbed two clear stickers and stuck one to Shane’s temple and one to his wrist on his pulse. He nodded at his work, then grabbed black latex gloves and a bottle of lube. Seeing Ilya snap the gloves on shouldn’t have been so hot to Shane, he thought, but his body was loving this.
“First, we will test nipple sensitivity. It is different for everyone so we need to know how this can affect orgasms. Do you like having your nipples played with, Mr. Hollander?” Ilya asked as he moved one hand up and down Shane’s stomach, the feeling of the latex making his shiver.
“Yes, doctor. My husband likes to play with them and sometimes hurt them and make me come from touching them.” He confessed, doing his best to arch up into Ilya’s touch.
“Oh, very good to hear. This will be interesting then.”
Ilya’s hands made their way up to Shane’s nipples, lightly circling them with one finger on each. Shane moaned at the contact. Ilya noted his response and then used his thumb and finger on each hand to pinch his nipples. Shane bucked up off the bed with a gasp. Ilya laughed.
“Hardly even started yet, Mr. Hollander. You are very responsive.” Ilya stated as he held each nipple tight and twisted them.
“Ah, fuck!” Shane shouted, trying to squirm away. His cock was red and leaking now.
“Language please, Mr. Hollander. I see your heart rate is very elevated now and your cock is leaking. You must let me know if you are going to come.” Ilya reminded him.
“Yes, of course. I’m sorry, it was just- I wasn’t expecting it.” Shane’s breathing started to come back to normal as Ilya went back to brushing him thumbs over his nipples gently. They were red and very erect now.
Suddenly, Ilya’s contact was gone, and Shane closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He needed to calm himself or he’d come way sooner than expected, and he wanted this to last. His eyes shot open as he felt something cold clasp around one nipple, looking down to see a nipple clamp on his left then another placed on his right. He moaned and felt the sharp and constant sensation.
“We will keep these on for a little bit. I will now begin the next phase.” Ilya crouched between Shane’s legs and Shane heard the lube bottle open, “You have a very pretty asshole. So tight. I bet your husband loves it, yes?”
“Yes, doctor. He does.”
“What does he do to you? Tell me.” Ilya instructed as his lubed finger started to make circles around Shane’s rim, making him moan.
“He- he loves to eat me out. He does it for so long and sometimes makes me come just from doing that. He loves opening me to take his cock and he’ll drag it out for a long time and make me beg for it. Sometimes he makes me spread my ass for him and he jerks off and comes on it. When I don’t listen. And then he doesn’t let me come.” Shane doesn’t know if he can be any more turned on, but listing on all the ways Ilya uses him and makes him feel good while he teases his hole makes him feel like he could come any second.
“He is a very lucky man. Does he know you’re here today?” Ilya inserts one finger fully inside and starts pumping it.
“Ah, that’s good. He- he’s the one who signed me up. Said I’d be good for this because come for him so well.” Shane replied.
“I think your husband knows you are a slut who needs to come a lot. I wonder if he knows how much you like having another mans finger inside you.” Ilya pondered as he adds a second finger and crooks them inside, aiming directly for his prostate. Shane gasped and tried to grind onto the fingers but found it hard with his limited movement.
“He knows it’s not like that. It’s just for science, right?” Shane was breathless and the relentless stimulation of his prostate was getting him close.
“Of course, Mr. Hollander. Purely science. Although I have to say I do like when my patients are so responsive to my fingers like this.” Ilya’s fingers kept moving inside Shane and his other hand came up to massage his balls.
“Doctor I think you should stop. I’m going to come soon, I can’t, can’t hold anymore.” Shane hands were clenched in the restraints. Ilya’s fingers were removed suddenly and he stood to note something down on his clipboard, leaving Shane to take deep breaths and come back from the edge.
“Very good for telling me this, Mr. Hollander. That is one. The machines will automatically record all of your responses so I will just make notes for myself here. Do you think your nipples will be very sensitive now? I would like to test.” Ilya didn’t wait for Shane’s response before he tugged on the clamps, making shout yell out an ‘Ow!’. Ilya chuckled, “This is what I thought.”
Ilya removed the clamps and Shane moaned at the feeling, before Ilya’s fingers were back rubbing over them and then alternating between light touches and pinches. It was a bit painful but mostly felt so good, the sensation going straight to his cock.
“They’re so so sensitive. Doctor, please. No more. It might make me come.” Shane confessed, trying to move his chest away from the torment.
“Ah, that is not good, Mr. Hollander. If you come, we will need to continue anyway, yes? You coming will not mean you are done, I hope you understand this.” Ilya made a face as if to say ‘sorry’ but he clearly didn’t mean it, because he kept flicking and brushing over his red nipples. Shane almost started crying at the contact now, but was also so close to orgasm and he didn’t know whether the tests or cum would be the first to come.
Then, Ilya twisted both nipples roughly, and Shane was coming immediately, and moaning and shouting at the same time as Ilya didn’t let up while he came, cum covering his stomach.
“Oh wow. You weren’t lying. Coming untouched, very impressive. I will be sure to make a note of this. I will clean you then we will continue.” Ilya grabbed a clean cloth and wiped the cum off his stomach, then with no time to recover, he squirted lube onto Shane’s half hard cock.
“Wait, wait. It’s too sensitive, I can’t yet. I need- I need some time.” Shane whined, but Ilya tsked and started stroking his cock with the lube, the feeling of the glove unfamiliar and his cock oversensitive.
“Nonsense. You will be fine. I have no time to waste, Mr. Hollander. You think you are the only patient? Just lie there and take this, yes?” Ilya’s eyebrows raised as Shane’s cock started to harden fully again. Shane nodded, knowing it didn’t matter what he said right now - anything other than his safeword meant this kept going.
“Now, this next phase is a bit different but we need to measure this. Is your husband always nice and soft and gentle with your cock and balls or does he hurt them too?” Ilya’s eyes narrowed as he smiled. Shane blushed and shook his head.
“He’s- I mean usually nice. But sometimes he-“ Shane groaned and felt too embarrassed to continue.
“He what? It is very important you tell me this, Mr. Hollander.” Ilya continued stroking him with one hand and his other hand came to massage Shane’s balls.
“Fuck. Sorry. He hits and slaps my balls sometimes. He says I love it because I get so hard when he does it. But it hurts.” His face felt red all over and he leaned his head back with his eyes shut. He was shocked when Ilya laughed again, probably at his humiliation.
“And you tell him you don’t like it? You lie to him and tell him no even though you want him to keep going? Is that right?”
“Maybe. Yes. What are you going to do? You need to stop doing that, I’ll come again soon.” Shane admitted. Ilya’s fingers came to squeeze the base of Shane’s cock, making sure he doesn’t come.
“Well, as part of our study, we need to also test some unconventional ways to orgasm. We have studies for some other things like hand and mouth stimulation, but there is not much for pain related orgasms. It is good you are so spread out for me right now because I think you will try to move away and squirm for this next part, but you will not be able to. Very smart from me, yes?”
“Fuck. Yes, doctor.” Shane knew Ilya was right, he would try and say no and he would try and move away but he would also come from it and love it, even through the pain.
Ilya let go of Shane’s cock and gripped his balls in one hand so he had access to both. First, he just stroked over them with his other hand, Shane bracing himself for what was to come, then Ilya pulled his hand back and slapped Shane’s balls. Shane yelled out but couldn’t move so resorted to just lying back and biting his lip hard.
“Look, please, Mr. Hollander. I want your eyes down here.” Ilya’s grip tightened on his balls and Shane whimpered but complied.
As soon as Shane looked down, Ilya did the same again, lifting his hand and bringing it down hard onto Shane’s balls, then two more times in a row.
“Fuck! Please stop. You don’t need to do this. Do it another away, please. Use the toy you said about, anything.” Shane was begging now, but Ilya just smiled and shook his head, looking a bit sympathetic.
“Not yet. You knew what you were signing up for and this is very important part. Now keep your eyes on me and tell me if you are going to come.” Ilya instructed and slapped his balls five more times in a row, Shane shaking and tears forming in his eyes now. Ilya stroked over his balls gently and let them go.
“Good, Mr. Hollander. I can tell you are close. For this part, there is one more thing I must do. These stirrups can go just a little further, and I can tell you are flexible so I will put them a bit wider, OK?” Before Shane answered or asked why, his legs were forced even further apart, “That’s great. Perfect. I think you will be great for this part.”
Shane had no idea what was coming next, but he didn’t expect the slap that came down onto his hole by Ilya’s gloved hand. He gasped and his ass shifted automatically, his body not quite recovered from the slaps to his balls.
“I bet your husband needs to tie you down often, yes? You move around a lot. Or do you stay still for him and be good?” Ilya kept the slaps coming to Shane’s hole, Shane’s cock leaking more from the sensation.
“Sometimes. He tells me to stay still and I listen, but if I don’t, he ties me down.” Shane’s hole felt sore and he was clenching every time Ilya’s hand hit him.
“I thought so. If you were mine I would tie you up and keep you where I want you for hours and do whatever I want to you. Maybe keep you in the chair like this. Make you take my cock in your mouth and ass. You wouldn’t be able to do anything about it, would you?” Ilya’s fingers were tapping Shane’s hole now rather than slapping.
“You can’t- you can’t say things like that. You’re a doctor.” Shane replied, but the words from Ilya’s mouth gave him full body shivers, thinking about that scenario which wasn’t far off from what was happening right now. Ilya ignored his words.
“For next phase, we will use a toy for further prostate stimulation.” Ilya walked over to the table which previously had the lube and gloves on. Shane watched as he tapped his chin and looked around as if he’d lost something, “Ah. That is shame, but it’s OK.” Shane’s brow furrowed.
“What is it?” He asked confused.
“The toy, I cannot find it. It doesn’t seem to be here. But I can think of something else that will work.” Ilya’s fingers smiled and started unbuckling his belt. Shane’s mouth dropped open.
“Wait, what are you doing? You can’t- I’ll tell my husband. You can’t do that.” Shane found it easy to stay in character with this feeling so real now. He attempted to get out of the restraints with no luck.
“Shhh. This is important part and my cock is 9 inches like your husband. You will like this, we have already established you are slut, yes?” Ilya let his hard cock out of his underwear, his trousers still on.
“No. I’m not. You won’t get away with this.” Shane said in a fearful voice. He was still trying to squirm away but Ilya’s hands gripped his hips and pressed them into the table, most likely leaving bruises. Ilya chuckled and lubed up his cock.
“You act so innocent. You say you are not slut, when you clearly are. You say you don’t like your balls and hole slapped but your cock was leaking so much that you almost came again. You are really bad liar, Mr. Hollander.” Ilya’s kept one hand with a punishing grip on Shane’s hip as he lined himself up and pushed in all the way, giving Shane no time to adjust as he started fucking into him hard.
“Holy fuck, Ily- Dr. Rozanov. That feels so good, you’re so big.” Shane moaned and Ilya kept up his pace and reached up to squeeze Shane’s nipples again, making him whine.
“Good boy, take it for me. So good. You love being fucked, yes? What do you say?” Ilya asked and then took hold of Shane’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
“Yes, yes, I love it. Thank you. Thank you. I’m not gonna last.” Shane kept his eyes on Ilya, the look on his husband’s face telling Shane he was going to come soon too. He must have been hard and aching for a long time.
“Mmm, me too. You will come for me. Now.” Ilya instructed, making his stroked rougher and hitting Shane’s prostate on every thrust.
Shane listened and came with a cry, feeling Ilya spill inside him at the same time, clenching around his husbands cock.
They were both breathless as they came down, Ilya slipping out of Shane gently and starting to unfasten the restraints with care. Shane’s eyes were closed and his chest was still moving up and down rapidly. Ilya moved his legs down slowly and came down to his face to stroke his finger over Shane’s face, then kissed his forehead, cheek, lips.
“You did so good for me, solnyshko. You enjoyed?” Ilya asked softly, letting Shane lay there for the moment.
“Mmm. I loved it, Ilya. You really got in character, huh?” Shane replied sleepily, eyes half open.
“Of course. My husband says one of his fantasies, I take it very seriously.”
“Did you enjoy?” Shane was pretty sure Ilya did but he had to check - was this only enjoyable for Shane? Ilya barely got any attention to his cock.
“Of course I did. Did you see how hard I was, malysh? I wanted to fuck you as soon as you walked in that door. So sexy,” Ilya reassured him, “Now, Dr. Rozanov is gone and your husband will carry you to shower and you can tell him all about how your doctor was very inappropriate, yes?” Ilya smiled and lifted Shane bridal style. Shane laughed into Ilya’s neck.
“Oh, he was so inappropriate. But he was really hot so it was OK, I guess.” Ilya stood with Shane in his arms and just took him in for a moment then leaned in to kiss him.
“I love you, malysh. You and your very creative and kinky mind.”
“I love you too. And you know you’re just as bad as me.”