shane before the first appointment thinking maybe this one will be nice... the first vet i was assigned after getting signed to the metros was pretty rude but the one after that was sweet and understanding and gave me scritches and treats... then he ends up strapped to dr. rozanov's exam table.

getting vaccines injected into his perineum where the burning medicine will linger, getting catheterized for a saline solution bladder rinse bc he's a bad puppy who holds his pee for too long to avoid having to go outside in front of the team, getting hooked to the fucking machine and the teat milker to keep him docile while the dr. inspects and flicks and pulls on his ears and tail and swollen balls. the dr. observes his reactions to every impact tool in the office to write a medical report for the metros' new hybrid handler that'll go in shane's file on the most effective ones, giving him extra lashes every time shane vocalizes in any way besides puppy barks and yips and whines. he takes detailed measurements of shane's body for the handler to use to order shane's new travel crate for away games, including his little cocklet so a smaller spiked cage can be fitted.

dr. rozanov eventually gives shane a clean bill of health and schedules a follow up appointment to get those pesky puppy canines filed down. reaffixes his full body harness with a knotted dildo lubed with punishment cream locked into the hole attachment, and a sound slathered in the cream locked into the cage attachment. gives shane back to the handler with a bone gag stretching his jaw, a prescription for the cream, and an informational brochure on neutering clenched in his shaking paws.

the handler keeps his leash taut. "say thank you to the nice veterinarian, hollander."

shane is getting wedgied nerd in an 80s/90s movie style and strung up by his underwear on the equipment in the home gym. he's getting tied down and tickle tortured until he hyperventilates so hard he passes out. he's getting bent over the tub forced to hold big painful soapy enemas. he's getting gagged with post-workout socks soaked in hot sauce. ilya is buying high strength itching powder off a sketchy website and, after testing its safety/effectiveness on a small patch of his own skin, covering shane's entire body in it and then locking him in his crate for the night with his wrists and ankles tied to the bars.

and shane tries, he even tries to ask nicer and then ilya is humming in disapproval, touching his face and saying 'it would be nicer if u asked on your knees, yes?'

and shanes already gone, its muscle memory to get down on his knees for ilya at this point, he finds himself sinking down, tuxedo pants hitting the tile thats probably decently maintained but feels filthy to him now, because ilya said it was filthy, and thats playing in his mind and he barely manages out another plea for ilya to suck his dick, bc he was told to, and ilya laughs

'that is what you want?'

'uh, what? yes. Please.'

'you are the one on your knees, are you sure?' and ilya cups the side of his head and shane is swaying, barely succeeding in his effort to resist diving face first into ilyas crotch 'maybe you do want to suck my dick? you will still have to ask for it.'

and this position is all reflex for shane, hes salivating at the thought, fears of humiliation gone in favor of his desperate need to be good and he says 'please, rozanov? please can i suck your dick?'