Everything was black and his head throbbed. Somewhere in the near distance he heard muted, conspiratorial voices and odd rustling sounds. His head pounded unmercifully and he was having a bit of difficulty getting a good breath. He tried opening his eyes, but was blinded by an intense white light that amplified the drumming pain in his head to unbearable proportions. Besides the thundering inside his skull, his whole body felt cramped and achy. He wanted to rub the bruised bridge of his nose, but he couldn't move his arms.
Something held them painfully in place behind his back. And then he noticed the burning ache in his knees.
Something kept him from moving and forced him bent over, face-down into a very uncomfortable crouch.
"SNAP!" a familiar sound. What was that sound? Travis gingerly opened his eyes to mere slits. Where was he?
And then it all came back to him. The hospital...The physical exam...The stolen pills...He remembered how the guy in the white coat caught him in the nose with a lucky punch. He must have been knocked out because he had no idea how he ended up in this weird position and unable to move. He recognized the feel of rope against his skin. Suddenly he realized that somehow he had been tied up. The tight knots bit into his wrists and ankles as he struggled to get free.
"SNAP!" a familiar sound. What was that sound? Travis gingerly opened his eyes to mere slits. Where was he?
And then it all came back to him. The hospital...The physical exam...The stolen pills...He remembered how the guy in the white coat caught him in the nose with a lucky punch. He must have been knocked out because he had no idea how he ended up in this weird position and unable to move. He recognized the feel of rope against his skin. Suddenly he realized that somehow he had been tied up. The tight knots bit into his wrists and ankles as he struggled to get free.
"What the fuck!?!" Travis shouted. "What the FUCK!"
"You better hold still there buddy," Phillip's amused voice came from somewhere behind the naked captive, "or you're gonna flip yourself off that bed and crack your head on the floor...again!"
"Fuck you, muther-FUK-er!" Travis tried to shout, but his words were muffled in the pillow under his face. His vision was clearing a bit. The hazy figure of a tall man in a white coat came slowly into focus.
The man was straightening a latex glove on his hand. It gradually dawned on him that he was still in the hospital and that it must have been the staff who had tied him up. He tried to think, but the pounding in his head made it hard to concentrate. It didn't make any sense. This must be about the pills, he thought. They were probably holding him until the cops came.
"Well, doctor, it appears that the patient is awake." Phillip's tone of exaggerated concern did not hide the lust behind his words. He gave Travis a playful pat on his bare bottom.
"Hey! Cut it out!" Travis tried to twist away from the unwelcome touch and almost toppled off the bed.
"Whoa, there sport!" Phillip grabbed him by the expertly-tied cords that bound his wrists and pulled him back into the face-down crouch. "You need to take it easy. You've sustained a nasty blow to the head. I've got the doctor right here and he's going to have a look at you and make sure everything is OK."
"You better hold still there buddy," Phillip's amused voice came from somewhere behind the naked captive, "or you're gonna flip yourself off that bed and crack your head on the floor...again!"
"Fuck you, muther-FUK-er!" Travis tried to shout, but his words were muffled in the pillow under his face. His vision was clearing a bit. The hazy figure of a tall man in a white coat came slowly into focus.
The man was straightening a latex glove on his hand. It gradually dawned on him that he was still in the hospital and that it must have been the staff who had tied him up. He tried to think, but the pounding in his head made it hard to concentrate. It didn't make any sense. This must be about the pills, he thought. They were probably holding him until the cops came.
"Well, doctor, it appears that the patient is awake." Phillip's tone of exaggerated concern did not hide the lust behind his words. He gave Travis a playful pat on his bare bottom.
"Hey! Cut it out!" Travis tried to twist away from the unwelcome touch and almost toppled off the bed.
"Whoa, there sport!" Phillip grabbed him by the expertly-tied cords that bound his wrists and pulled him back into the face-down crouch. "You need to take it easy. You've sustained a nasty blow to the head. I've got the doctor right here and he's going to have a look at you and make sure everything is OK."
Phillip gave him another pat on his bare, upturned butt, this time with distinctly more force—more a swat than a pat. A faint pink patch bloomed where his hand had connected. Phillip marveled at how deliciously the helpless man's white skin blushed under even the lightest swat.
"This is Dr. Thompson and I‘m Phillip, your nurse." There was a sharp irony underneath the practiced professionalism. "You know who I am. And I think you may have already met the doctor?" Phillip lowered his face to within inches of his captive's ear and gestured toward his colleague looming at the side of the bed.
Travis' vision was blurry and the figure before him was indistinct. Again, Travis struggled against his bonds. He was in deep shit!
"We‘re very concerned about you," Dr. Thompson said in a low, controlled voice. He was shaking with anger and had trouble keeping his voice even. He laid his gloved hand on the hobbled man's back in a gesture that would have been comforting in other circumstances. "You‘ve sustained a very nasty blow to the bridge of your nose. So, I'm going to examine you to see if everything is all right."
Phillip turned Travis' head. He was so close that their noses almost touched. "Yes, the doctor is going to examine you to make sure everything is all right." He brushed the hair off the man's forehead and sat down on a stool by the bed. Travis flinched.
"I hope these little...supports...aren't too uncomfortable?" Phillip purred, plucking the ropes gently and adjusting the alignment of the knots. "It‘s rather a specialty of mine for making sure our...patients...are snug and secure. Sometimes the doctor has to do things that are a little...uncomfortable, and we just want to make sure that the patient holds nice and still so nobody gets...hurt."
Travis began to tremble. Suddenly, despite the chill air in the examination room, a thin patina of sweat broke out over his entire body.
"Well, Doctor, I think our patient is just about ready for his examination." He reached over to a nearby tray and picked up a spray bottle of isopropyl alcohol that he used for cleaning the room between patients.
Without warning, Phillip squirted a full blast of alcohol all over the bare buttocks sticking up on the bed. Travis yelped with inarticulate outrage and surprise.
"That's OK, buddy." Phillip soothed. "You just yell all you want. We're the only ones here now and the place is locked up tight as a drum. So, nobody's going to be the least bit bothered by any sound you make." Phillip gave him two more blasts.
Travis yelped and struggled. The icy spray covered the entire surface of his bottom. Some of the excess alcohol dribbled down the crack between his cheeks on onto his exposed anus. Suddenly, his asshole was on fire.
Travis roared in pain and struggled against his restraints. But, every time he clenched his butt cheeks in an effort to get free, a fresh pain scorched his virgin butthole.
"Doctor?" Phillip asked with smart efficiency. "I think he's ready for the first part of his examination." With a grave expression and steely resolve, Richard laid his gloved index finger lightly against the boy's un-lubricated anus.
"Hey, muther-FUK-er! Cut it out!!! What the fuck!??" And then he abruptly changed his tone. "Come on," Travis wheedled. "Can‘t we talk about this?"
"There, there. Just relax." Phillip coached, patting the boy's forehead. "The more you resist, the more...difficult...this will be."
With just a fraction of the anger he felt, Richard jammed his finger past the resisting anus. Travis howled and jerked his head backward. But, the implacable restraints kept him expertly pinned and kneeling with his face mashed uncomfortably against the bed.
With deliberate roughness, Richard poked and probed around inside the boy's upturned bottom. Travis whimpered forlornly, not so much because it hurt—Richard was quite expert at rectal examination technique—but because he was SO embarrassed and the finger felt SO WEIRD up his butt.
Suddenly, a jolt of electricity shot through Travis' gut and right to the head of his dick. He let out a shrill, girlish, "Eek." A sly smile cracked the corner of Richard‘s up-until-then grim expression as he methodically probed and massaged the boy's firm prostate. Travis had never experienced anything like this before and sobbed with mortification as a little squirt of pre-cum oozed from the end of his penis each time the doctor mashed on the sensitive organ. With a sudden, vicious jab, the doctor pushed his finger pushed in to the hilt.
"What are you DOING to me!?" Travis sobbed, helplessly overcome by deep humiliation mixed with a very real and very primitive pleasure. A long strand of precum extended from the tip of his shriveled dick all the way to the bed and collected in a sticky pool on the sheet.
"Don‘t worry," Phillip coaxed. "It‘s perfectly natural for men to ooze a bit during a rectal examination." He tickled the bottom of the boy's nutsac playfully and Travis jumped. The skin of his scrotum contracted noticeably and he moaned in misery. Phillip darted a mischievous glance at the doctor whose expression remained impassive.
Richard extracted his finger with small "pop."
"However, I must say," Phillip feigned surprise, "you seem to be oozing quite a bit more than is usual. You‘re not enjoying this, are you?!"
Suddenly, the nurse's voice turned hard. There was a sneer in his voice. He stood up, planted one hand on each of the boy‘s butt cheeks, and roughly pulled them apart. "We just better have a look."
"Oh my!" Phillip feigned concern. "Doctor, perhaps you should take a look at this." He jerked the muscular buttocks further apart and held them wide. Travis' testicles popped into sight between his thighs.
The red marks from the bath brush clustered in a patch around his anus. "Is that a rash forming on his bottom? I think he may be having some kind of allergic reaction."
"Tsk, tsk." Playing along, Richard leaned in to look. "There does appear to be some plural petechiae forming on the perineum." Richard did his best to sound grave. Phillip rolled his eyes and suppressed a grin. "I guess we better check for fever."
Travis had no idea what they were talking about, but it didn‘t sound good. "The lubricant is over on the counter." Richard motioned his head toward a jar on the counter. At this, Phillip broke into a full grin.
"Yes, Doctor. We should lube that thermometer until it's nice and slick and will slip right in. We don't want any more drippy accidents, now do we, Travis?"
"Hunh??" Travis replied stupidly. The pounding in his head made it hard to concentrate. He figured the best thing to do in the situation was to cooperate, so he opened his mouth to accept the thermometer.
"Don‘t worry," Phillip coaxed. "It‘s perfectly natural for men to ooze a bit during a rectal examination." He tickled the bottom of the boy's nutsac playfully and Travis jumped. The skin of his scrotum contracted noticeably and he moaned in misery. Phillip darted a mischievous glance at the doctor whose expression remained impassive.
Richard extracted his finger with small "pop."
"However, I must say," Phillip feigned surprise, "you seem to be oozing quite a bit more than is usual. You‘re not enjoying this, are you?!"
Suddenly, the nurse's voice turned hard. There was a sneer in his voice. He stood up, planted one hand on each of the boy‘s butt cheeks, and roughly pulled them apart. "We just better have a look."
"Oh my!" Phillip feigned concern. "Doctor, perhaps you should take a look at this." He jerked the muscular buttocks further apart and held them wide. Travis' testicles popped into sight between his thighs.
The red marks from the bath brush clustered in a patch around his anus. "Is that a rash forming on his bottom? I think he may be having some kind of allergic reaction."
"Tsk, tsk." Playing along, Richard leaned in to look. "There does appear to be some plural petechiae forming on the perineum." Richard did his best to sound grave. Phillip rolled his eyes and suppressed a grin. "I guess we better check for fever."
Travis had no idea what they were talking about, but it didn‘t sound good. "The lubricant is over on the counter." Richard motioned his head toward a jar on the counter. At this, Phillip broke into a full grin.
"Yes, Doctor. We should lube that thermometer until it's nice and slick and will slip right in. We don't want any more drippy accidents, now do we, Travis?"
"Hunh??" Travis replied stupidly. The pounding in his head made it hard to concentrate. He figured the best thing to do in the situation was to cooperate, so he opened his mouth to accept the thermometer.
"Oh, we‘re not going to take your temperature there, dude. We;re going to take it here." The nurse jerked Travis' butt cheeks further apart while Richard slathered the rectal thermometer with goo from a jar labeled, 'Icy Hot.'
Suddenly, and with perfect precision, the doctor jabbed the thin glass tube directly in the center of the bull's-eye. The gel-covered tube slid effortlessly past the boy's sphincter. Travis whimpered with embarrassment, but did not make a fuss. He could barely feel the tiny glass instrument. And besides, it was WAY better than that doctor's fat finger.
And then he began to feel it.
Suddenly, and with perfect precision, the doctor jabbed the thin glass tube directly in the center of the bull's-eye. The gel-covered tube slid effortlessly past the boy's sphincter. Travis whimpered with embarrassment, but did not make a fuss. He could barely feel the tiny glass instrument. And besides, it was WAY better than that doctor's fat finger.
And then he began to feel it.
It started as a not-unpleasant warmth around the rim of his butthole. And then it rapidly began to heat up.
"Um, Doctor?" Phillip tried to sound serious. "I‘m not sure it was such a good idea to use Icy Hot as a lubricant. It says right here, 'Not to be used on mucus membranes. May cause severe burning...'"
The inside of Travis' anal ring was starting to feel uncomfortably hot.
"Um, Doctor?" Phillip tried to sound serious. "I‘m not sure it was such a good idea to use Icy Hot as a lubricant. It says right here, 'Not to be used on mucus membranes. May cause severe burning...'"
The inside of Travis' anal ring was starting to feel uncomfortably hot.
"Nonsense!" Richard exclaimed dismissively. "It‘ll be just fine."
Travis began to squirm. The sensation inside his anus was starting to become intensely hot!
"But, Doctor!" Phillip urged in mock protest. "I'm not sure we should be..." His voice trailed off. Richard's expression had turned once again to one of angry concentration. The young nurse was fascinated...and aroused...by the scene before him. His cock began to swell uncomfortably in his pants.
"Let's see." Richard stabilized the thermometer as the bound young man began to writhe in discomfort.
"Come on, doc. Fuck! That's really starting to burn!" There was an edge of desperation in Travis' voice.
"Just a few seconds more, young man. I want to be sure to get a good, accurate reading." Richard began to twist the thermometer rapidly inside the boy's rectum and then piston it viciously in and out.
The boy let out a shriek.
"I don't know, Doctor." Phillip tried to contain a grin. "It says here, 'To achieve maximum heat, apply friction.' I‘m not sure you should be pushing it in and out of his bottom that way. It could get awfully hot!"
"I guess you're right." Richard deftly pulled the rigid glass tube out of the boy's butthole. "We're all done here."
Travis moaned and whined. The burning pain in his asshole had trebled with the doctor's rapid manipulations. It felt like someone had pushed a red hot poker up his ass. And nothing he did relieved the pain. Squeezing his cheeks together just made the burning worse.
The two men stood back and watched the moaning boy writhe helplessly on the table.
"Just as I thought!" Richard held the thermometer up to the light. "This boy has a fever!"
"Please! Fuck! Wash it off. FUCK! It burns. It BURNS!!" The searing pain was worse than anything he had ever felt.
"Don‘t worry, young man," the doctor soothed. "It will wear off...in about two hours."
"Nooooo…!"
Laughing, the two men in hospital garb put their heads together and whispered while the boy swayed miserably from side-to-side, unable to escape the intense burning in his rectum.
After a moment, the doctor laid his hand between the helpless boy's shoulder blades.
"I‘m afraid you have a rather high fever, son." He rubbed the boy's back in fake sympathy. "I think that fever needs to be treated."
Travis did his best to hold still despite the aching burn in his ass, and listened apprehensively. Why were these guys fucking with him? All he did was try to cop a few bottles of pills. Why were they torturing him like this?
"But Doctor," replied Phillip. The whimpering boy turned his head painfully to look at the nurse. "Travis said he really does not like needles. You're not going to have to give him a shot, are you?" The nurse smiled sweetly.
"I'm afraid so." Travis whipped his head around painfully toward the sound of the other man's voice. "We can't take any chances with a fever this high. We'll have to give him several."
Travis was about to protest and then he froze. Suddenly, his vision cleared and he recognized the man in the white coat. He thought that voice had sounded familiar. It was that guy he had robbed in the park!
Muh-ther-FUK-ker! Just his fucking luck! He tried to think of something to say, some way to get himself out of this, but his head throbbed and all he could manage was a whiny, "Dude, come on. Can‘t we just..."
"SMACK!"
He was suddenly cut off by a blistering swat of a hand to his ass cheek.
Travis began to squirm. The sensation inside his anus was starting to become intensely hot!
"But, Doctor!" Phillip urged in mock protest. "I'm not sure we should be..." His voice trailed off. Richard's expression had turned once again to one of angry concentration. The young nurse was fascinated...and aroused...by the scene before him. His cock began to swell uncomfortably in his pants.
"Let's see." Richard stabilized the thermometer as the bound young man began to writhe in discomfort.
"Come on, doc. Fuck! That's really starting to burn!" There was an edge of desperation in Travis' voice.
"Just a few seconds more, young man. I want to be sure to get a good, accurate reading." Richard began to twist the thermometer rapidly inside the boy's rectum and then piston it viciously in and out.
The boy let out a shriek.
"I don't know, Doctor." Phillip tried to contain a grin. "It says here, 'To achieve maximum heat, apply friction.' I‘m not sure you should be pushing it in and out of his bottom that way. It could get awfully hot!"
"I guess you're right." Richard deftly pulled the rigid glass tube out of the boy's butthole. "We're all done here."
Travis moaned and whined. The burning pain in his asshole had trebled with the doctor's rapid manipulations. It felt like someone had pushed a red hot poker up his ass. And nothing he did relieved the pain. Squeezing his cheeks together just made the burning worse.
The two men stood back and watched the moaning boy writhe helplessly on the table.
"Just as I thought!" Richard held the thermometer up to the light. "This boy has a fever!"
"Please! Fuck! Wash it off. FUCK! It burns. It BURNS!!" The searing pain was worse than anything he had ever felt.
"Don‘t worry, young man," the doctor soothed. "It will wear off...in about two hours."
"Nooooo…!"
Laughing, the two men in hospital garb put their heads together and whispered while the boy swayed miserably from side-to-side, unable to escape the intense burning in his rectum.
After a moment, the doctor laid his hand between the helpless boy's shoulder blades.
"I‘m afraid you have a rather high fever, son." He rubbed the boy's back in fake sympathy. "I think that fever needs to be treated."
Travis did his best to hold still despite the aching burn in his ass, and listened apprehensively. Why were these guys fucking with him? All he did was try to cop a few bottles of pills. Why were they torturing him like this?
"But Doctor," replied Phillip. The whimpering boy turned his head painfully to look at the nurse. "Travis said he really does not like needles. You're not going to have to give him a shot, are you?" The nurse smiled sweetly.
"I'm afraid so." Travis whipped his head around painfully toward the sound of the other man's voice. "We can't take any chances with a fever this high. We'll have to give him several."
Travis was about to protest and then he froze. Suddenly, his vision cleared and he recognized the man in the white coat. He thought that voice had sounded familiar. It was that guy he had robbed in the park!
Muh-ther-FUK-ker! Just his fucking luck! He tried to think of something to say, some way to get himself out of this, but his head throbbed and all he could manage was a whiny, "Dude, come on. Can‘t we just..."
"SMACK!"
He was suddenly cut off by a blistering swat of a hand to his ass cheek.
"Listen to the doctor when he's talking to you, boy." Phillip pressed his leering face within inches of the helpless man's ear. "You are not going to do anything but sit here and take your medicine," Phillip hissed.
"The doctor knows exactly what's best for you. So you just SHUT THE FUCK UP and lie still!"
"SMACK – SMACK – SMACK!!!"
Phillip delivered three rapid-fire spanks to the boy's naked bottom. Travis froze, trembling, sweat dripping into his stinging eyes. Those spanks really stung, and clenching his buttocks in anticipation of the next blow only inflamed the throb and burn from that goo in his butt hole.
"Right then, Doctor. We should prepare the area!" Phillip handed the spray bottle to the doctor who squirted alcohol over the entire surface of the boy's buttocks, drenching him in the pungent liquid. He made sure that plenty of the caustic liquid dripped down his butt crack and over his tenderized hole. The boy's upturned bottom glistened as he writhed helplessly.
A sudden, forceful jab drove a three-inch needle deep into the vulnerable gluteus muscle. Richard was starting to enjoy himself.
"SMACK – SMACK – SMACK!!!"
Phillip delivered three rapid-fire spanks to the boy's naked bottom. Travis froze, trembling, sweat dripping into his stinging eyes. Those spanks really stung, and clenching his buttocks in anticipation of the next blow only inflamed the throb and burn from that goo in his butt hole.
"Right then, Doctor. We should prepare the area!" Phillip handed the spray bottle to the doctor who squirted alcohol over the entire surface of the boy's buttocks, drenching him in the pungent liquid. He made sure that plenty of the caustic liquid dripped down his butt crack and over his tenderized hole. The boy's upturned bottom glistened as he writhed helplessly.
A sudden, forceful jab drove a three-inch needle deep into the vulnerable gluteus muscle. Richard was starting to enjoy himself.
"Yeee-ouch!" Travis squealed in pain. He was absolutely terrified of needles.
Phillip laid down his clipboard and moved behind the naked man. "There there," he purred. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" He grabbed the young man's exposed testicles and gave them a quick squeeze.
Travis jerked his head painfully off the bed, terrified of what the sadistic nurse was going to do. But, just as suddenly, Phillip let go of the boy's balls and gave them a small, sudden flick with his middle finger. The bright, sharp pain shot though his testicle and all the way up his leg. He screamed.
"Now, Travis. Don‘t make such a fuss." Phillip tickled his scrotum and the boy jumped. Even the smallest movement caused a fresh flash of burning inside his rectum.
"Please!" He moaned with hopeless misery. "Let me go!"
"Now, now. We can't let you go until you've had your full course of treatment. How could we? That just wouldn't be...ethical!"
"Arghhh!" Travis grunted as the doctor blasted him first with an icy shot of alcohol spray followed immediately by the jab of a second hypodermic needle.
"Doc, I think we better monitor his temperature," Phillip stated dispassionately. "This boy seems to be getting awfully worked up. He jabbed the thermometer back in the angry red hole with a fresh blob of Icy Hot.
Travis whimpered.
Phillip laid down his clipboard and moved behind the naked man. "There there," he purred. "That wasn't so bad, was it?" He grabbed the young man's exposed testicles and gave them a quick squeeze.
Travis jerked his head painfully off the bed, terrified of what the sadistic nurse was going to do. But, just as suddenly, Phillip let go of the boy's balls and gave them a small, sudden flick with his middle finger. The bright, sharp pain shot though his testicle and all the way up his leg. He screamed.
"Now, Travis. Don‘t make such a fuss." Phillip tickled his scrotum and the boy jumped. Even the smallest movement caused a fresh flash of burning inside his rectum.
"Please!" He moaned with hopeless misery. "Let me go!"
"Now, now. We can't let you go until you've had your full course of treatment. How could we? That just wouldn't be...ethical!"
"Arghhh!" Travis grunted as the doctor blasted him first with an icy shot of alcohol spray followed immediately by the jab of a second hypodermic needle.
"Doc, I think we better monitor his temperature," Phillip stated dispassionately. "This boy seems to be getting awfully worked up. He jabbed the thermometer back in the angry red hole with a fresh blob of Icy Hot.
Travis whimpered.
The doctor continued to alternate icy blast with vicious stab, until the boy‘s bottom looked like a shiny pincushion.
Travis' head started to spin. The brutal contrasts between the cold spray, the biting jabs, and the searing internal burn caused his mind to overload. And he blacked out.
She wandered into the kitchen. She was not really hungry, but she decided she was curious what the big deal was about the bag in the refrigerator. She took one look and, realizing what it was, thought, "No way am I even touching that nasty thing!" With a small sneer of disgust, Tiffany let the refrigerator door fall shut and drifted back into the living room.
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