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Shane thought that Dr. Rozanov was weird. First there was the fact that he insisted on watching him pee and was definitely looking his cock. He said something about form, checking for UTIs. He was definitely just looking at his cock, though. Pervert. Shane was here for a pulled shoulder. Simple exam, and probably nothing the doctor could really do, so when he got hard while Dr. Rozanov examined him, he hoped it wouldn't be noticed and he could go. He would get over pulling his shoulder. Why did he even come, anyway? It was stupid that he came.
"What's this? Oh," said Dr. Rozanov when Shane tried to adjust himself, wincing a bit from the soreness. "This is completely normal. You don't have to feel self conscious. Here. Lay back." Dr. Rozanov touched his thighs unnecessarily, and massaged them.
"What are you doing?" He asked.
"Just relax, Shane. Just relax."
Against his will, his cock bobbed up and down in his shorts while the doctor massaged his thighs. But he didn't want that. He wanted to get up and not have-
Dr. Rozanov pulled down his shorts. His cock, ever the betrayer, was leaking as it lay against his stomach. It's not like Shane was afraid of sex. He jerked off plenty, sitting at home in his bed and methodically stroking it until he released all over his hand. He imagined a man breathing into his ear. He imagined being spanked, riding. Now, he was unsexily dripping precum all over his belly in front of the hottest doctor in this hospital system and he had a mocking smirk on his face while he looked down at him, as if he didn't cause it.
"Erections are nothing to be ashamed of. Automatic body reaction. I have something else I want to check. Put your feet up in these stirrups here."
In what universe he'd ever need to put his feet in stirrups like a girl at an OB-GYN visit, Shane did not know, but here he was, doing just that, then taking his shirt off and spreading his legs. Dr. Rozanov was on the phone.
"Yes, bring that and come into EXAM 2. Thank you." He hung up. "Relax, Shane. I keep telling you to relax. You're safe. Your cock knows you're safe." Dr. Rozanov wrapped his hand around his cock and massaged the shaft, diabolical. It felt just right and he subconsciously pushed his hips towards him for more.
"Stop it. You aren't allowed to do that. You're my doctor."
The doctor laughed, stroking him. "Oh, that was such weak protest. I don't believe that at all. I believe you want me to make your cock feel good, and that's why you're laying there, doing exactly as I say." He lifted his cock up to standing position, making Shane think he was going to properly stroke him off, and then let it drop, flat against his stomach. He let out a louder moan than he intended. That felt so fucking good. "That's the root. Stimulating it feels good, too. Should I do it again?"
"No, we shouldn't be doing this. You're my doctor. Stop."
He didn't stop. He stroked, briefly, and then dropped his cock against his belly again. Mean. So fucking mean. Two nurses came into the room. Shane closed his legs and then reached for his clothes, blush creeping into his cheeks.
"No, no, no. Lay back down. We're not done." Dr. Rozanov took his shorts and underwear from him, folding the shorts and putting them on the counter behind him and taking his time doing the same with his briefs. They were meundies. It was the campfire pattern. Did he just sniff them? He just sniffed them. How fucking dare he sniff them? His cock leaked a fat drop of precum onto his stomach. The nurses stood on either side of him.
"Oh my god he's leaking soo much," said one, pointing at the collection of liquid on his stomach. Like he could control that, but whatever.
"I know! Really hard cock. You're going to be okay, alright, Shane? Just let Dr. Rozanov do what he's going to do. You'll like it, too, I think. Get all this out." She began to stroke his cock and he grabed her hand to push it away. If his body was obeying him, he would go soft because he was gay and he didn't want her touching his cock anyway. Dr. Rozanov put his hands on the inside of Shane's thighs. 'Emily', according to her nametag, didn't stop with the firm strokes on his cock.
"Natalie, use the tape, please," he said, calm, and he started circling his finger around Shane's hole. "Behave, or we'll use more." He was tied up, now, and couldn't do anything with his arms. Natalie tickled his underarms with her acrlylic nails and he leaked more precum, causing both of them to giggle.
"Oh, he's ticklish, isn't he? Oh do you like that? He likes that."
"Don't like it, I don't want ANY of this," he said, but folded into a moan when Natalia took over his cock, using her nails all over his shaft. It felt so fucking good he closed his eyes and whimpered.
"I think you do want that," said Dr. Rozanov, sticking two wet fingers inside of his hole harder than was necessary, "and it's okay. No judgement here. Some guys want to be used. I think you're one of them, Shane. Do you want every hole you've got to be used by someone?" He asked, pumping his fingers in and out. The girls were making fun of his cock and how it twitched when the doctor talked. Emily was pressing on his slit just to make more precum come out. A lot more came out when Dr. Rozanov started massaging his prostate.
"Oh my god ew is he cumming?" Natalia asked. Shane was pretty sure he was not cumming but the pleasure was so intense he couldn't tell. "He's so sensitive." She brought her finger up to her mouth and licked it. "Why do guys think cum tastes so good? It's not that great."
"It's really not, plus giving head isn't fun either." Disagree, disagree, thought Shane, thinking about how he was about to bust all over all of them. I love giving head. "Men really just exist for me to play with, just like this. That's right. He's about to cum, too. So fucking pathetic that you just touch him a little bit and he busts all over the place. He didn't even see titties or anything. Just a slight touch and he's gonna come."
"Pathetic. Bet he can't last more than a minute in a pussy. How long can you last in a pussy?" Natalie asked.
"Doesn't fucking matter. I'm gay."
This got uproarious laughter out of both of them. "How often do they come here insisting that they're gay? Gay and coming so hard for me. It's okay, Shane. You can admit the truth to me. Do you just not know how to fuck? Is that it?" Natalie somehow knew the exact right moment to press on his lower abdomen and he lost control, coming all over himself.
"I like the taste, personally," said Emily, smirking over at him and licking the cum off her hand.
"I don't consent to that," said Shane. "Stop it."
"I don't consent to that," she said, mocking. "I think you do. I think you like this a lot." She kept touching and stroking his cock, playing with it for her own amusement and giggling with Natalie about how pathetic his cock looked until it hurt. Then, she kept going. Tears ran down his face. He whimpered and whined.
"You're enjoying the humiliation," Dr. Rozanov said, withdrawing himself from his hole and going to the sink to wash his hands. Embarrassed, Shane realized he had not even worn gloves to penetrate him. "No shame in that. No shame in getting off to being used."
He looked up at Emily who was amusing herself making his cockhead wink, and Natalie was stroking his balls.
"Why are balls so pathetic and ugly looking? Every one of them? I mean, look at this." She slapped his, lightly. He groaned, lifting his legs. She resumed rubbing and squeezing them, like he was a toy. Somehow he was getting hard again.
"His cock is like the perfect size, too. I kinda wanna ride him," Emily said, stroking him into a fuller erection.
"No, no no no no I don't want that."
"He is your toy to play with," said Dr. Rozanov. "I think he'd like that."
He willed himself to flag, because he did not want any part of this, and tried to get free, but Natalie noticed and tightened the restraints. Emily dropped her scrub bottoms and her panties. Hello Kitty pattern. She took off her scrub top as well and got on the exam table. Shane just glared.
"I am going to have so much fun. Fucking need this. Such a fat cock, too. See, you don't often see them so fat. And you're wasting it?" She let out a gasp as she held his cock still and rubbed her clit against his cockhead. Shane closed his eyes as pleasure shot through him. He never tried stuff like this out with Rose because he was going to lose the erection quick and needed to get to the point. Somehow, his body was defying him now and he had infinite boners. He opened his eyes when Ilya slapped Emily's ass to tease her, and she shook it for him. "Are you going to fill my pussy with cum?" She asked him. Shane shook his head, even as cum was leaking.
"I don't consent to this and I don't want this," he said, miserable. Then he moaned when she sank down on him.
"You keep saying things like that," she said, taking off her bra. Her breasts had spiderweb tattoos and nipple piercings. Her pussy was silky as if it had prepared it's settings just for him, and only him. He felt the wetness soaking his pubic hair, too. "I don't think you know what you're saying."
Shane gave in as she rode him, her hands on his chest. He couldn't hold back the moans, how perfect it felt, and the way he nearly blew his load inside of her when she tightened up around him in orgasm. "Oh, fuck that was good. Did you give me your cum?" She asked. He was shaking, on the edge. He shook his head.
"Let me ride him. I want his cum."
"Don't want," he said, weak and shaking. "Don't want anyone to ride me." But Emily was already lifting herself off his cock and coming closer. Oral sex was the one thing he didn't mind with women. He didn't get it, but the objective to suck on something until your partner came was easy enough. She pulled his hair as she operated the remote to lay the table back fully, wet pussy dripping on his chest.
"Look at you. You're so fucking cute. Gonna ride your face but I'm going to face Natalie because she's so fucking hot." She turned around, positioning herself over his face. He closed his mouth, refusing, resisting moaning when Natalie sunk herself down. But he couldn't help how fucking good it felt inside of her, and his mouth opened. "There you go. Now suck on my clit. Goood. Good."
If Shane could see anything he would see Ilya kissing on Natalie's neck and rubbing her clit just right while she rode him, and know that's why she was moaning and whimpering so much. He gave in, just focusing on sucking Emily's clit, hard, until she came.
"Not bad. Not bad. You just like to be used, don't you?"
She crawled closer to Natalie, who appeared to be ascending the mortal plane with whatever Ilya was doing to her clit because she alternately would just grind on him and then bounce. She yelled, desperately, and felt a large amount of liquid all over his stomach and chest.
"That's right. That's right. That's so good. Good, Natalie, good." Rozanov was coaching her. She started bouncing, hard, much harder than Emily had. Shane thought his hip was going to break. Ilya came over while this happened. Shane was lost somewhere in an ocean composed just of the silky wet pleasure of it all, and he watched Ilya take his cock out of his scrub pants.
"Going to show your gratefulness for us letting you be used like you know you want?" He asked. Shane looked up at him. No. He spit on Ilya's cock and shook his head, only to be rewarded with Dr. Rozanov grabbing his hair. "Wrong answer. Open up, come on."
He refused, and he was now being slapped in the cheek with his cock. He opened just a bit and then obediently swallowed him down, moaning involuntarily.
"You keep proving to us that you like it," the doctor said. "Maybe what I'll do is leave you here tied up for the other doctors to use, too." He started fucking Shane's throat. "Ooh, you have practice. Not everyone's this good at it. That's a good idea. I'll tell everyone that they can use whatever hole they want, all day. How's that sound?"
His cock twitched at the idea. When Dr. Rozanov came, he pulled out of his mouth and sprayed it all over his face.