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“What the fuck?! Let me go!” you shout, voice cracking with panic as you yank hard against the unyielding restraints. “Where am I?!”

Several figures in white coats turn toward you at once.

“Subject 347 is awake—”

“—heart rate spiking—”

“—respiratory distress—”

A kind-faced nurse leans in close. “Shh, it’s alright. Just breathe for me.” She gently presses the clear nitrous mask over your nose and mouth, sealing it snugly. Cool, sweet gas begins to flow.

They went quiet. And then they were begging him to let them look. And now he was laying back on the floor with his legs spread and three dumb ass fucking idiots poking and prodding at his cunt.

“Dude…your cunt is fucking hot.” One of them mumbles, using his fingers to spread his lips and look inside. “And your dick, it’s really growing huh? I’ve never seen an actual trick.”

“Yeah…hey I wanna see something.” He doesn’t expect it when his friends tongue is dragged against his cunt, bottom right up to his now twitching dick.

“You’re getting hard!”

“You just licked my fucking dick no shit I’m getting hard!” He defended, trying to close his legs and making the other boys whine.

“No dude come on! We’re just looking!”

“And licking!”

He rolls his eyes and that’s when he catches the only one being quiet, he’s looking at his cunt and stroking his own cock.

“You taste really good.”

“Does he? I want to try to!” And he’s got a face shoved between his legs, lapping at his pulsing hole and perked cock. His head throws back gasping, hands tangled into a head full of hair.

“Oh my…fucking hell! Asshole! Give some warning!” He scolded, but he didn’t pull him away.

“Oh fuck, yeah dude suck his cock. I wanna see him cum.”

“I’m…’mmmm…right here asshole!” He doesn’t sound as intimidating when he’s moaning and writhing on the floor. He hears the sounds of zippers going down, and he sees his friends startin to jerk themselves off.

“Can…dude please let me put it in. I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

“What?! No! Just jerk off!”

“No dude come on please?!”

There’s fingers inside him now, rubbing against his sensitive nerves and making electricity shoot up his spine.

“M…not…not a fucking girl!”

That’s gets them to freeze. They share a look before speaking again.

“We know that.”

“Yeah dude, we know. Just fuckin horny yeah? And you don’t need as much prep.”

“No really, listen! Bottom this time and next time I’ll do it yeah? Fuckin wish I knew we were doin this I would’ve prepped before coming. You got a strap right? I’ve seen it in your dresser.”

He blinks at them. They’re not touching him because he has a cunt. They’re touching him because they’re horny idiots who all want to fuck eachother. What fucking morons. He sighs again, a smile spreading on his face as he relaxed and closes his eyes.

(stupid fucking chew toy what am I a puppy fucking hell this place is ridiculous)

Whatever. Hook me up to your little monitors get it over with. Wish I could get knocked out for this whole thing and wake up cured, this’ll probably be a whole lot of sitting and waiting till I turn, right? You don’t got any more fun examinations or tricks up your sleeve? Sounds delightful. And I ain’t afraid of needles. Hit me. What’s in the IV anyway?

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I’m sure my other patients would be scared of a big horny pent up mutt wondering the halls. Playing nice is certainly in your best interest; your arm please. Good boy. Small poke now. Let me just get this drip going. What’s in the IV? A handful of medications, most notably a low dose of a sedative to keep you calm, it can easily be increased when needed. Now it’s time to hook you up to all my little monitors. First, a handful that stick on your chest-Hey! Bad boy! That’s it you’re getting the muzzle! I was just removing your gown there was no reason to snap at me. So much for playing nice, huh pup.

Hold still…There! All secured, see how easily I can pull you around by the muzzle? Convenient isn’t it? Awe big bad wolf looks like a pathetic puppy pouting in his muzzle. Not so big and tough anymore. Okay now onto the monitors, there’s a handful on your chest then a cap with electrodes that goes over your head. And now for what you’ve been waiting for: The heart monitor for your boner as you so crassly described it. Let me make sure your wrists are secured, while I’m at it I’d better add a couple more straps. Much better.

Now we wait. I was going to turn the tv on for you to ease your boredom, but I think you need some time spent in quiet reflection to think about how you’d like to behave moving forward. Your behavior decide how comfortable your stay in my facility will be. This can get a whole lot worse. Oh would you look at that, I forgot to pull your gown back up. Oh well.

Be back in a couple hours, wolfy.

I'm (cis m47) bringing my office assistant for a consultation today (trans m21). It was quite unexpected but he's been forgetful about his birthday control pills and after serving me and my colleagues as a direct stress relief toy he apparently got pregnant. He has been getting from three to eight creampies a day for almost five weeks so it's not even possible to tell whose sperm was the fastest. It's not a growing belly stage yet and as the president of the company it's important for me to keep him tight. He's not able to sign consent forms, I do it for him. Could you please discretly terminate the problem?

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It seems you’ve gotten yourself in quite the compromising position! An unexpected pregnancy is always a challenge, especially when your reputation is on the line in the way yours is should this story get out of hand. Bring the boy and follow me back to an exam room. There should be no reason I cannot quietly terminate the pregnancy so long as long as I believe it is safe to do so upon examination, in exchange for an adequately sized donation to the clinic of course. I’m afraid that is one of my requirements for treating those special patients who’ve lost the right to consent for themselves anymore. I’m sure you can appreciate the legal and regulatory risks I take on by treating boys like your assistant.

I’d also recommend either sterilization or a long term birth control method such as an IUD or implant to avoid such a mistake in the future. Although the blame isn’t solely on him, he looks too cockdrunk and out of it to be expected to remember his own name. Let alone remember to take one little pill at the same time each day. Perhaps a little oversight on your part, but no harm done. In fact all is looking as it should in my examination, I’d put him at about four weeks gone. Quite the cooperative assistant you have here, hasn’t tried to fight me off one bit. You have him very well trained, you should be proud. Back to the point at hand, I can confidently recommend termination. In fact, as it’s after hours you are my only patient at this moment, I could take him back for a D&C now and get this over with if that works for you.

Great. With prep and recovery time you’re looking at 2-4 hours before he’s ready to be released, feel free to run some errands or make some calls while you wait, if you leave the facility I can call when he’s ready to be picked up. We can go over post-op instructions in depth when he’s finished up, I’ll give you print out on post-op care as well. I’m afraid you will have to refrain from using that hole for two weeks to allow his cervix to fully close before returning to his usual duties. Although I don’t see any reason you could not use his other holes in the meantime. I would give him at least a couple days off though. You can expect plenty of cramping and some mild bleeding. Oh, and would you like to discuss birth control options before I take him back? I could place the implant while I have him sedated on my table. Let’s make sure I’m not making a routine out of scraping clean his uterus every couple months.

Oh and a check written out to the clinic will do just fine, we are taking donations for a new MRI machine so you can put”MRI Donation” in the memo line and no one needs to know what has happened here tonight.

I appreciate your generosity, it’s been a pleasure doing business with you.

could you describe what the process would be for a misbehaving patient (it/its, tm, afraid of needles) who was taken in to be stitched up… down there… and left in your care? 

This one got a little away from me, I'm afraid it's become its own short story, I hope it was worth the wait! 1,700 words, gyno surgery, awake but numbed surgery, dubcon(owner consented on behalf of patient,) crying.

I had a similar case not too long ago, the patient was brought in by it’s owner who explained it’s inability to keep it’s hands out of its pants, after trying and failing several less extreme chastity methods under medical supervision they resorted to the extreme of having it stitched closed. This was a patient I had interacted with quite a few times before while trying to resolve this overuse issue and had been known to be a trouble maker. Generally it was muzzled upon arrival to ensure everyone’s safety. With permission from it’s owner, here are my notes on the procedure which should give you a good idea what to expect when it’s your turn on my operating table.Patient 404 was brought in by its owner at 9am, an hour before the scheduled procedure, as discussed. The patient had frequented the clinic for the past few months so while it was unaware of today’s specific procedure it was relatively at ease, familiar with the routine. It had it’s muzzle secured first thing upon arrival before being changed into a gown and having its vitals taken. An IV was inserted by the nurse on staff. The patient does not fare well with needles so it was restrained to the table and it’s owner attempted distraction during insertion. The patient still attempted to bite despite the muzzle. Once the patient has calmed down from the needle exposure he was allowed to sit unrestrained in the table. The owner stayed with the patient in the exam room. 

I arrive and greet the owner and patient. Owner and I discuss how the three weeks since it’s last appointment have been. 404 has circumvented yet another chastity method and remains undeterred by the usual punishment at home. The owner and I had discussed this all over the phone last week when we decided it was time to stitch it up. Hearing the word surgery patient 404 started to panic but was able to be calmed down by it’s owner. I administered 4mg Ativan intravenously at 9:25. The patient looked a little slack-jawed but remained awake and alert. I explained to it what was going to happen. It’s owner reminded the patient that he had already signed the consent forms on it’s behalf and that he was doing this in it’s best interest. It was at this point that patient 404 tried to make a break for it, but did not make it out of the exam room before being caught by it’s owner and myself. I called for a gurney to be brought in and we swiftly had the patient secured by it’s wrists and ankles on the gurney. The patient resorted to switching between profanities and pleading. Neither of which proved effective. 

Once we reached the restricted area, it’s owner had to say goodbye to the patient. Patient’s fierce facade broke and it let loose some tears which it’s owner wiped away before kissing it on the forehead and walking back to the waiting room. My patient’s pleading had ceased without an owner to hear such pleas of distress. My Nurse and OR assistant transfer and secure patient 404 on the operating table with his legs in the stirrups, removing it’s gown, while I scrub. When I enter the OR the patient is fully nude, attached to the necessary monitors and terrified. The compromising position has the patient agitated again, attempting to bite, and thrashing in it’s many restraints. I am displeased to see such behavior in my OR. 

My assistant helps me into my gown and gloves, I walk to the head of the bed to greet my patient yet again. I lean in to block the bright surgical lights from it’s view, forcing it to look at me despite the mask obscuring my face. I ask if anyone had fully explained what was going to happen? It shakes it’s head to the negative. I explain in vivid detail what I will do and how it will feel. When I see the horror in it’s eyes I instruct the nurse to deliver the muscle relaxer to prevent it’s struggles from interfering with my work. I take my place between it’s spread legs. The head of the table is slightly raised so the patient can see me and enough of what I’m doing to add to the anticipation and anxiety. His owner wanted this to be a corrective experience aka scare it into behaving. 404 does not realize how lucky it is that it’s owner agreed to let me use local anesthetic. Not all disobedient patients are that fortunate. 

The patient's reactions are significantly slowed by the medication, indicating we are ready to begin. I begin with the first prefilled syringe injecting lidocaine in 12 spots along the labia majora. Mild complaints and hisses of pain from the patient, “fuck, that shit burns!” Being one phrase of note. While we wait for the numbing to take effect I apply a small amount of sterile lubricant to the patient’s urethra and the tip of the Foley catheter. When I line up the catheter for insertion my patient panics, resumes pleading. I take my time inserting the catheter ensuring it feels every second of the violation. Once the balloon is inflated and the catheter is secured I drain it’s bladder and clamp the catheter using a pair of forceps. The nurse was kind enough to dry it’s tears before we begin the main part of the procedure. My assistant readies #0 sutures and hands them over in the needle graspers for me. I pinch the skin of the left labia majora tightly between my surgical gloved thumb and forefinger and watch for a response. There is a mild pain response to the increased pressure, it is numbed just to the level I intended. The needle piercing it’s delicate flesh should not hurt much if at all, but it will feel the uncomfortable tugging and pulling as I suture it’s favorite hole closed. I warn the patient to take a deep breath as I grasp the skin on the left side between forceps and feed the needle through, I repeat the same action on the right side with relatively little response from the patient. As I pull the suture suture closed I hear a gasp from my patient. The lidocaine numbs the pain but it can definitely feel the tug and new pressure. I repeat this process a few more times as my patient begins to get antsy. 

When I reach the catheter I loosely wrap the suture around the catheter and secure it in place with another couple of stitches, hopefully enough to discourage this maladaptor from attempting to remove it itself and doing more damage. As I suture lower and reach it’s vaginal opening, I can’t help but insert two gloved fingers in the iodine soaked cavity, causing the boy to gasp and moan. I feel it squeeze my fingers briefly before I remove them just as quickly as I inserted them. The whole OR heard it’s audible whine of protest as it’s hole is left empty again, as it will remain for the foreseeable future. I resume suturing leaving the patient to sob quietly about the lack of stimulation and penetration it will miss so dearly. But it does not fight, it does not beg. It has resigned to it’s fate. Sometimes all you need to successfully break a patient is a trip to the OR. I finish my tidy row of sutures leaving a small gap at the bottom to allow necessary discharge to escape but not even one of it’s fingers will be able to enter. 

The clank of me setting down my tools startles the patient’s attention back to me. I inform it that we are finished with it’s operation, and it’s days of vaginal penetration are equally finished. I clean up and bandage the patient before stripping my soiled surgical gear and leaving the nurse to move the patient into the recovery room. I scrub out and update the owner. 

Now here’s where your experience will differ: this misbehaving patient was lucky enough to get to go home with it’s owner the same day of it’s surgery. It spent a couple hours in recovery letting the muscle relaxers wear off then left with an owner who will ice it’s sore pubic area and drain it’s catheter with far more love and affection than I would. Who knows, it might have even gotten ice cream on the way home as a post surgical treat. Many owners give in to such pleasantries often feeling guilty for having subjected their charge to the painful procedure. 

You, however, get to stay with me. You will be moved to your new inpatient room where you will spend the remainder of the morning and afternoon restrained to your bed to recover. If you are unable to settle and rest I will not hesitate to provide a sedative but most patients are so tired from the stress of the event that they either sleep or cry quietly to themselves. I’ll be in and out to check on you, your catheter will be fixed to a collection bag, I’m afraid your days of using the toilet independently are gone with your days of vaginal penetration. You’ll certainly experience some soreness and pain as the numbing wears off, you will be given Tylenol and ice for the swelling which might take the edge off the pain mildly. You’ll have your arms unrestrained to feed yourself at dinner time if you can remain cooperative, however if you misbehave there’s other ways your feeding can be done. Although I’d like to remind you that your cooperation goes a long way in making your time in my care less restrictive and more comfortable. The next day you will begin to experience regular life inside the clinic and learn what to expect for your time inpatient. Every six weeks we will need to repeat the process and change your catheter tubing, clean you up, as well as examine your opening and ensure all is healthy before we stitch you back up.

Did that put your mind at ease?