FIC: Mirror!Pinto Chapter 3: How Chris and Zach met Eric - Chapter 3b
Series Masterpost with all previous and following chapters and summaries for all parts.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Chapter 3b - How Chris and Zach met Eric: Do what your Doctor says…
(Sadly, no awesome song quote title this time, I was too lazy to find one…)
A/N: I didn’t know very much about prostate exams before I wrote this. Most of the info I had actually came from reading med kink fics! And while I like to believe that the various authors of said fics knew what they were writing about, I researched a little. I used my medical dictionary (and learned quite a lot of interesting facts, but boy - I did not want to see all the pictures of prostate cancer, let me tell you!), Wikipedia and various other sites. And I still don’t know very much about prostate exams… Plus, I’m female, so I never had one! ;-)
So, if some of you, dear readers, come across something where I’m just wrong or go “Hey! It doesn’t work that way!”, feel free to send me a PM or complain in the comments! I figure this fic is more about the pron and the med kink itself is rather short, but I’d like to not make a complete moron out of myself by getting something completely wrong. Thank you!
On with the story...
The Doc wants him naked, and Zach wriggles out of his tight clothes when Chris nods in approval. The Doc wants him on his back, Zach is happy to oblige. The Doc wants Zach’s legs in the stirrups, held there by thick leather straps - Chris fastens them himself and buries his fingernails briefly in Zach’s thighs. Zach shudders and moans, already leaking, cock hard and swollen against his stomach. The Doc doesn’t care about Zach’s arms, is only interested in his tight little hole, but Chris uses padded cuffs to strap them to the table over Zach’s head. Zach looks at him, pupil dilated so far his eyes seem almost completely black. Chris smiles down at him and twists one nipple piercing briefly. Zach’s head falls back, he bares his throat and Chris can’t resist biting at his Adam’s apple. Yeah, he’s starting to get into this whole thing. His dick agrees, straining against his jeans. Chris can’t wait for the show to start.
He stands back and surveys his lover’s form, bound tightly to the table, legs spread wide, cock twitching against his stomach. Zach smiles at him and licks his lips, shivering in anticipation. Bana is humming softly and sorts through his instruments with a thoughtful expression on his face. Chris wanders over to him and watches. The Doc gives him a toothy smile and turns back to pick up a container of lube. Chris raises an eyebrow at him.
“Doc, Doc… you hide a wicked mind behind that white coat of yours. How often do you do this, anyway?”
Bana smirks. “Doctor-patient confidentiality, I’m afraid. I’ll put it this way… I get a lot of patients from the nearby army base. And let me tell you - these brave little soldiers might be as straight as they come, but they just love my prostate exams… They might be confused by their bodies’ reactions, but I simply tell them it’s all normal and they keep crawling back for more.”
Chris throws his head back and laughs. The Doc is a man after his own taste. “I can imagine! And, of course, you should always do what your doctor tells you, shouldn’t you?”
Bana’s grin widens. “Yes, you should - it’s a guarantee for a long and healthy life. And what you should do now, Mr. Pine, is take this plug out of that sweet hole so I can start my exam on your boy here.”
Ahh, yes, the plug. Chris likes to plug his lover’s tight little ass, likes to make him wear one all day, knowing it’ll hold his come inside. Likes to keep him stretched and open, ready for him whenever Chris wants him. Plus Zach gets horny in the strangest places, filthy little slut that he is, on the subway, while waiting for their coffee, at the museum… and when he does, Chris can just rip the plug out and bury himself inside his lover’s ready hole, take him right there without having to search for lube first. Chris smiles at Zach and touches the plug’s handle. His lover smiles back and flexes his legs.
“Come on Pretty Boy, Doctor’s orders…”
Zach wants to say more but Chris twists the plug and Zach’s words drown in a breathy moan. Gorgeous. He watches the silver plug stretch Zach’s hole wide, rubs his nails over the crinkly skin, shifts and twists and moves the toy, presses the curved end against Zach’s prostate. Pulls it out, shoves it back it, teases his lover until Zach is gasping and moaning and twitching. This one is Zach’s favorite out of their extensive collection of toys. They are all modeled after Chris’, uh, appearance, because only his dick will ever fuck Zach’s ass. But this one has several added functions like the curved end and, of course, the remote controlled vibrate function. Chris is itching to turn it on, reduce his lover to a twisting, incoherent mess, but Dr. Bana clears his throat. Oh, right, the exam.
He pulls the plug out quickly, ignoring his lover’s disappointed groan, and throws it onto the nearest table. The Doc is staring at Zach’s pink, swollen hole, eyes following the thin trail of come leaking out. Chris smirks. His come. His hole. His Zach. His dick surges and Chris grabs himself. He likes the view.
The Doc apparently doesn’t. “My, my, what a dirty little hole. I can’t perform my exam like this! I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to clean him first.”
Bana opens a cupboard and takes something out. When he turns around he holds it high enough that Chris and Zach, where he’s lying stretched over the table, can see it. An enema kit. Zach groans loudly and his cock jerks and leaks. Apparently he likes the idea. Chris agrees - this just got a lot more interesting. Bana’s definitely a man after his own taste.
Chapter 3c is here.
FANMIX byangelrox040 is here.
Chapter 3b - How Chris and Zach met Eric: Do what your Doctor says…
(Sadly, no awesome song quote title this time, I was too lazy to find one…)
A/N: I didn’t know very much about prostate exams before I wrote this. Most of the info I had actually came from reading med kink fics! And while I like to believe that the various authors of said fics knew what they were writing about, I researched a little. I used my medical dictionary (and learned quite a lot of interesting facts, but boy - I did not want to see all the pictures of prostate cancer, let me tell you!), Wikipedia and various other sites. And I still don’t know very much about prostate exams… Plus, I’m female, so I never had one! ;-)
So, if some of you, dear readers, come across something where I’m just wrong or go “Hey! It doesn’t work that way!”, feel free to send me a PM or complain in the comments! I figure this fic is more about the pron and the med kink itself is rather short, but I’d like to not make a complete moron out of myself by getting something completely wrong. Thank you!
On with the story...
The Doc wants him naked, and Zach wriggles out of his tight clothes when Chris nods in approval. The Doc wants him on his back, Zach is happy to oblige. The Doc wants Zach’s legs in the stirrups, held there by thick leather straps - Chris fastens them himself and buries his fingernails briefly in Zach’s thighs. Zach shudders and moans, already leaking, cock hard and swollen against his stomach. The Doc doesn’t care about Zach’s arms, is only interested in his tight little hole, but Chris uses padded cuffs to strap them to the table over Zach’s head. Zach looks at him, pupil dilated so far his eyes seem almost completely black. Chris smiles down at him and twists one nipple piercing briefly. Zach’s head falls back, he bares his throat and Chris can’t resist biting at his Adam’s apple. Yeah, he’s starting to get into this whole thing. His dick agrees, straining against his jeans. Chris can’t wait for the show to start.
He stands back and surveys his lover’s form, bound tightly to the table, legs spread wide, cock twitching against his stomach. Zach smiles at him and licks his lips, shivering in anticipation. Bana is humming softly and sorts through his instruments with a thoughtful expression on his face. Chris wanders over to him and watches. The Doc gives him a toothy smile and turns back to pick up a container of lube. Chris raises an eyebrow at him.
“Doc, Doc… you hide a wicked mind behind that white coat of yours. How often do you do this, anyway?”
Bana smirks. “Doctor-patient confidentiality, I’m afraid. I’ll put it this way… I get a lot of patients from the nearby army base. And let me tell you - these brave little soldiers might be as straight as they come, but they just love my prostate exams… They might be confused by their bodies’ reactions, but I simply tell them it’s all normal and they keep crawling back for more.”
Chris throws his head back and laughs. The Doc is a man after his own taste. “I can imagine! And, of course, you should always do what your doctor tells you, shouldn’t you?”
Bana’s grin widens. “Yes, you should - it’s a guarantee for a long and healthy life. And what you should do now, Mr. Pine, is take this plug out of that sweet hole so I can start my exam on your boy here.”
Ahh, yes, the plug. Chris likes to plug his lover’s tight little ass, likes to make him wear one all day, knowing it’ll hold his come inside. Likes to keep him stretched and open, ready for him whenever Chris wants him. Plus Zach gets horny in the strangest places, filthy little slut that he is, on the subway, while waiting for their coffee, at the museum… and when he does, Chris can just rip the plug out and bury himself inside his lover’s ready hole, take him right there without having to search for lube first. Chris smiles at Zach and touches the plug’s handle. His lover smiles back and flexes his legs.
“Come on Pretty Boy, Doctor’s orders…”
Zach wants to say more but Chris twists the plug and Zach’s words drown in a breathy moan. Gorgeous. He watches the silver plug stretch Zach’s hole wide, rubs his nails over the crinkly skin, shifts and twists and moves the toy, presses the curved end against Zach’s prostate. Pulls it out, shoves it back it, teases his lover until Zach is gasping and moaning and twitching. This one is Zach’s favorite out of their extensive collection of toys. They are all modeled after Chris’, uh, appearance, because only his dick will ever fuck Zach’s ass. But this one has several added functions like the curved end and, of course, the remote controlled vibrate function. Chris is itching to turn it on, reduce his lover to a twisting, incoherent mess, but Dr. Bana clears his throat. Oh, right, the exam.
He pulls the plug out quickly, ignoring his lover’s disappointed groan, and throws it onto the nearest table. The Doc is staring at Zach’s pink, swollen hole, eyes following the thin trail of come leaking out. Chris smirks. His come. His hole. His Zach. His dick surges and Chris grabs himself. He likes the view.
The Doc apparently doesn’t. “My, my, what a dirty little hole. I can’t perform my exam like this! I’m sorry, but I’m gonna have to clean him first.”
Bana opens a cupboard and takes something out. When he turns around he holds it high enough that Chris and Zach, where he’s lying stretched over the table, can see it. An enema kit. Zach groans loudly and his cock jerks and leaks. Apparently he likes the idea. Chris agrees - this just got a lot more interesting. Bana’s definitely a man after his own taste.
Chapter 3c is here.