Li goes wild

"i can't work like this, not if he's going to be this.. distressed and pathetic. nurse--" he drones

"don't worry, i'll calm him down" the voice comes from behind me, and i tilt my head back as far as it will go against the thin pillow on the medical bed, to see a kind eyed nurse, staring down at me.

"shhh.. it's okay, you're okay. you're in good hands" he rubs soothing circles into my shoulders, and as much as i hate it my movements slow. "there we go, good boy..."

"why on earth would you start like that? without me? you know he needs to be either incapacitated or aroused for the results to be accurate." the nurse snarks at the doctor, and at first im too tired from panicking to even register what he means. wait- aroused?

"he was incapacitated. it's not my fault you failed to give him the right dosage. you're almost as pathetic as him." the doctor replies, gesturing to me with one hand, the other resting on my thigh. the feeling of his gloved hand sends a chill up my spine.

"ugh. ignore him, sweetheart. he's just.. very professional. and heartless." the nurse turns back to me, his warm hands now reaching lower, kneading at my chest in such a calming way. makes it hard to focus at all. "now, giving you two doses of that anesthetic in such close range would be dangerous, so unfortunately you'll have to be awake for this procedure. but don't worry, i'll make sure you don't feel a thing!"

the nurse takes the gag from my mouth, now stained with drool, and turns grab something from behind the divider curtain.

"he's lying. you'll be feeling every part of this exam. in fact it's important that you do. we'll need your reactions." the doctor says, a sadistic look in his eye as he mindless thumbs at my soft thighs. a dumb sounding groan escapes me, but before i can actually protest the nurse places a mask over my nose and mouth, and a sweet smelling gas is pumped through.

a fever heat begins to rush through my body as i inhale the sweet scent, and i twitch and turn in my restraints. i feel my cunt get wetter, my dick hard and sensitive to the cold air, and i flush in embarrassment knowing the doctor is seeing all of this. the nurse begins running his hands up and down my body again, massaging my muscles, twisting my nipples, groping me in every possible way that could make me moan.

"good boy." the nurse purrs as he squeezes my chest.

"hmm." the doctor hums as his hands return to my lower body, feeling up my thighs before pushing open my hole with his gloved fingers, slowly pumping them in and out of me. "we may actually get some promising results from this one."

the combined stimulation of the nurses hands groping at me, and the doctor's alternating inspection of my cunt and throbbing clit prove too much for me, my back arches, my hips buck and twitch and i moan loudly into the mask. cum drips down my open thighs.

"sounds like it." the nurse says with a smile.

"keep him awake. i'll need to run more tests with the patient and i'd prefer to record his... reactions. they're amusing." the doctor mutters, turning to a tray table of tools.

i sometimes jerk off to being mistreated that way. i want to be chemically restrained. when that doesnt work, tied down. cuffed properly. a straightjacket would thrill me. i want a nurse who tuts that they don't know know what to do with me. i want a therapist who begs me to tell him what's wrong so i can spit in his face. i want cruel, painful therapies with terrifying machines. at the end of the day i want a doctor who, with no other choice, forces the needle into my skin and makes me go to sleep. routine torture that never breaks me how they want me broken. just shatters me worse a million other ways.