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It was usually so quiet and still driving down these backroads. Not ever a whole lot to see, especially at night, but Dwight liked the peace. Unfortunately tonight that peace would be broken by a sudden oncoming car with their headlights shining right into Dwight's face. Everything happened so fast, Dwight trying to turn the car and Dodge but the second car tried doing thr same thing. It all but ensured they crashed right into each other. Everything went black.
Dwight stirred as he groaned as he tried opening his eyes painfully despite the bright fluorescent lights filling the room. By then way too many other questions starting popping up at once cluttering Dwight's brain with a Million things he has no answers for. As he tried moving he quickly found himself to be strapped to a table, his wrists and ankles restrained. He looked down at himself to find himself naked except for a thick brace wrapped around his right ankle and some other bandages here or there.
"Ah, why hello there little rat" came a voice Dwight doesn't recognize as he turned his head to find a tall dark man in a large white coat, staring over at him in a way that just came off as unsettling.
"Sir please" Dwight begins, worry coating his every word, "I don't know what happened but i-"
"You were in a car accident" the man explains quickly, making his way closer to the unsettled Dwight. The flashes of memory did come and go a little bit with the information, but he's surprised he wasn't more hurt. Dwight felt a hand rest on the top of his foot, the stranger looking him up and down.
"Don't worry yourself, I'm a doctor" he added which was probably supposed to be calming. Looking up at this man with his twisted smile and eyes that don't ever move off of you. Dwight felt far from comfortable.
"Uh..am I OK?" Dwight felt the need to ask despite the wrongness of this whole situation. The man just smiled again as he gave Dwight's foot a small pat.
"For the most part I'd say" he finally says back, eyes looking Dwight over again. "Most you took was a damaged leg" he explains as he brings hands to touch around his Brace.
"You have a break in your ankle as well as a damaged muscle" he went on while so nonchalantly rubbing his hand along his lower leg. "I did what I could for you, but you'll be in recovery a little while" his hand never leaving. Dwight swallowed down any question he may have had at the news of his recent incident.
"Oh.." Dwight says softly, eyes looking around the room filled with very little besides themselves and the occasional supplies. "Well thank you Doc" which received a smile from the other man.
"Of course, it's my job" something not coming off right when he says it. Dwight ignores it as he tries to find comfort on the table he lay on.
"Um" Dwight begins, regaining the attention of his present caretaker. "Where are my clothes?" He asks as he looks up at the taller man, face unreadable as he just shares eye contact.
"Ruined beyond repair" he says so matter of fact, his hand dragging inches higher along his skin. "Sorry sport" which Dwight takes as both shocking and questionable.
"Then..can I maybe have something else to.." The doctor cut him off with a raised hand.
"Now now, I'll be needing to run tests anyhow so for awhile, please just make do" he says like waking up naked in a strangers place wasn't the most abnormal thing to happen to the brunette. Dwight wanted to protest but was he in any position? He's probably lucky to be alive.
"Do I need the restraints?" Dwight asks next, lifting his bound wrists to emphasise. The doctor just seems to chuckle.
"Just standard protocol to prevent accidents or self harm" to which Dwight nearly let out a huge groan as he lays his head down on the table.
This was all so strange. Even if the gentlemen did save him from a wreck, why was Dwight waking up bound and strapped to some table. Patient or not it was beyond weird. On top of just how...uncomfortable this guy made him feel. It was like constant red flags going off but Dwight was in no position to really adhere to any of them.
Dwight suddenly felt a hand fondle his crotch, Dwight jerking in place at the unexpected touch. Despite clearly taking notice, the doctor didn't stop. In fact, he started fondling his balls with his whole hand.
"Hey!" Dwight yelps, his hands unable to swat away the invasive palm.
"Relax, it's all part of the check up" he says rather calmly as he continues pressing on his testes, "don't you want to make sure you're alright?" He would ask with a tilted head. Dwight blushed as he looked away with a Huff.
"I think I'm OK there" Dwight states softly with red cheeks. The doctor just smiled back before his eyes returned to the rest of Dwight.
"I prefer to be thorough if you Please" the strange doctor explains, his hand slowly navigating up towards Dwight shaft. He took hold of it gently, using his fingers to rub along and inspect him.
Dwight tried to just keep quiet during the process, unable to look the doctor in the eye while he continued with his check-up. He tried to prevent anything awkward but as the Doctor seemed to inspect much more thoroughly around his cock, those fingers moving up and down the sensitive flesh, Dwight couldn't stop his growing erection. By the time the doc had finished, Dwight was indiscreetly hard, blush only growing darker. The doc smiled again as he gave Dwight's cock a couple more delicate touches as if to play with his humiliation further.
"No need to feel so reserved" the man speaks as he seems to enjoy taking in the eye full of Dwight's exposed masculinity. "This is normal for males" the tone almost sounding playful. Dwight swallows a lump as he makes eye contact with the doctor.
"please, can't we finish this later?" Dwight pleads, exhaustion taking over him all of a sudden. "I'm just really tired" Dwight wishing he had a pillow to lay his head back on. The doctor says nothing a moment, just watching him like he was expecting some other comment or question.
"Well it's about that time I guess" he mentions as he checks the watch on his wrist. "Didn't expect it to kick in for another half hour, but perhaps I miscalculated your BMI" the comment enough to refocus Dwight's attention toward the mysterious man.
"What?" Dwight asks, all of a sudden very unclear as he watches the doctor reach for a clipboard and jot a note down. "What do you mean?" Dwight asks again, hus anxiety now spiking. The doctor finishes his note before even looking Dwight in the eye.
"I administered a little drug to put you out while I finish setting everything else up" he explains nonchalantly. He goes back to jotting something down while Dwight feels his chest tightening.
"Wait, what drug did you give me?" His voice cracking as he begins fighting his restraints some more. The doctor seems to pay little mind to his growing discomfort "what are you setting up?"
"Hush now" was all the doc said as he gave Dwight a gentle pat on his head, "its a simple physique, it won't be long"
Despite how much he didn't want to, Dwight's body felt heavy. His head was becoming harder to lift up, eventually collapsing it back onto the table. He watched as the mystery man got up to begin fiddling with different things around the room, Dwight's eyes growing heavy.
"Please, I need to get home" he mutters as he fruitlessly fights his restraints. The doctor just ignores him as Dwight inevitably succumbs to the drug and is out before he even realized the fight was over.
Dwight opened his eyes to a similar room, his head still groggy as his eyes tried to adjust to the light. Blurry vision comes together to revel the same room as before, but not everything is the same as he looks about. He looks down to notice him hooked up with a few different cords and monitors, his wrists and ankles still restrained. He notices a couple machines that recorded his body from his heart to his anxiety, which by now was getting high. The monitor for his heart would begin beeping faster, Dwight taking in his environment for a second time. He soon notices something else too, his own cock was encased in some sort of tube. It didn't seem to be active but Dwight didn't want to know what it was for.
"You're awake, how nice" that familiar voice coming from the door to the room as he walks in with his typical clipboard. "And how are you feeling?" He asks with a grin. Dwight's heart skips a beat at the recollection of this man. He tries to speak only to realize he had some makeshift gag around his mouth. He tried fighting it but to no avail. The Doctor hushed him like you would a scared child, his hands coming close to remove the gag.
"Wanted to say something?" He asks, his face almost playful as he looked Dwight in the eye.
"Please let me go" Dwight pleads, fighting against the table he remains strapped to, "I'm well enough, I promise you" Dwight's anxiety ridden face made only more anxious the longer the doctor just sat there and stared at him like he was reading a textbook or something.
"I don't know about that" he says calmly, standing up to close the distance further between them, "it was a hell of an accident" he adds as he slides his fingers to rub along Dwight's exposed skin.
"Still too many tests to run to be sure" he states with eyes that gloss over all of him again.
"I don't want any tests!" Dwight yells back, "you can't run tests on me against my will!" Which got such a strange uncomfortable look from the mystery doctor that it silenced Dwight with a single look. The Doctor seemed silent a moment longer before his hand reached for a switch. In an instant the tube encasing Dwight's cock came to life, the suction becoming very discernable. Dwight yelped at the feeling as the machine began trying to pump his member slowly.
"I can do whatever I want with my lab rats" the doctor finally replies, a huge grin taking up his face. Dwight tries to jerk away from the invasive machine but couldn't move at all strapped to this table.
"Stop! What are you doing?" Dwight's face red while struck with horror. The machine went on, Dwight unable to do much of anything. His cock forcefully made erect despite how scared the poor man had gotten.
"Just let the tests run, little rat" the doctor instructed, eyes fixed on the machine.
Dwight didn't want to let these tests run. he didn't even want to be here. He shouldn't be here! He can't recall how he ended up with the 1 psycho doctor on earth who would much rather play with him than do anything to really help him. He may have patched him up a bit, but now things had taken such a drastic turn that Dwight wonders if he didn't prefer being back at the car wreck, at least then he wouldn't be stuck to some table. His hazy thoughts were broken by the touch of something clipping to his balls, the discomfort lasting only a second.
"No!" Dwight protested, but the tool had already come to life, sending small shocks through his scrotum. Dwight writhed at the overwhelming sensation, the feeling too much to handle right off the bat.
"Please! Make it stop!" Dwight begged as he endured further jolts through his balls that he couldn't tolerate.
"We're getting very fun numbers here" the doctor mutters as he analyzes the various numbers on his screen.
"Please" another zap forcing a tear down his face, "it's too much! Please!" Dwight bending his body as the electricity shot through him. The doctor allowed the boy to writhe a little bit longer before finally turning off the machine on his scrotum.
"Not a fan of electro-stimulation" he jots down with a smirk, like he was starting to really enjoy his job.
"Why are you doing this?" Dwight asks between breaths, eyes glossy as they look up at the doctor standing beside him. He tilts his head slightly like he didn't understand the question before bringing a hand to cup Dwight 's cheek.
"Doing what? Helping my patient?" He asks back grinning, giving Dwight a pat on his cheek before turning away to look at the machine still pumping his cock. "Besides, look at the the mess your making" he says as he points out the precum dribbling from the tube and down Dwight's sensitive cock.
"No! I-" but Dwight's voice was cut off by the machine increasing in speed, Dwight's whole body taken by surprise. The Doctor just smiled at his lab rat before walking away, taking just a couple things with him as he headed for the door.
"I have to leave you for a little bit but I'll be back to collect the results" he states so casually like Dwight wasn't having a heart attack right now. "I'll try to be just a few hours" he adds as he swings the door open, giving his caged rat another long look.
"Wait, no!" Dwight yelled, still trying to twist his body away from the machine, "you can't leave me like this!" But the closing of the door was all the response he got. He was officially alone, helpless, and soon to be driven insane.
The pumping of the machine was the only sound within the room besides Dwight's cries. It didn't matter how hard he tried, he wasn't getting it off him. It would just continue eating his cock until some mercy could come in the form of the mad Doctor's return. Dwight let out a cry as he inevitably shot his first load into the machine, which got sucked up a tube and into a different compartment. He couldn't really enjoy any of it though, especially when each climax only resulted in further overstimulation. He cried out from the sensation, no movement good enough to provide any real relief. The machine went at it's usual pace, not even slowing in the slightest, his cock pumped beyond comfort.
And this would continue in a cycle, Dwight's cock endlessly worked to hardness until he couldn't hold on any longer and inevitably came, again and again. For how long exactly he couldn't say. He had no track of time here in this solitary room, Dwight left with only his thoughts and this blasted torture device. He whined and cried out hoping someone would hear his call, but nothing ever came of it.
It must've been hours before Dwight heard that heavy door swing open, the doctor poking his head in. He smiled upon taking in his rat's disheveled form, the machine still hard at work. Dwight took quick notice of him, trying to speak only to choke on his own spit.
"How's my little rat doing?" The doctor asked casually, setting a black bag down on the floor by him as he pulls his chair over to sit next to the brunette.
"Please make it stop" Dwight whines, eyes red from his tears of anguish. "Please it's too much" Dwight's cheeks looked puffy from his constant cries of help that went unanswered.
"Well I have to collect the samples anyway" the doctor smiles as he reaches for the machine, flipping the necessary switch to turn off the insistent pump. Dwight exhales relief when his cock was finally reprieved, his whole body sinking into the table as the tension slowly leaves his sore body. He'd never gone through something like that but he would never want to again.
He watches with tired eyes as the doctor pulls out a small compartment from the machine, the contents no doubt being his collected spend. The doctor sniffles, then again and again like a dog trying to locate a smell. He looks over at the spent Dwight, eyes fixed on his wet crotch.
"My my, I guess such accidents are to be expected" he states as he brings a gloved finger to wipe where Dwight's own piss lie drying on his groin. Dwight looks away in shame, his face almost pouting.
"No worries, I figured this might happen" the tall man mentions as he gathers some rags and soapy water in a bucket.
He soaks the rag in the bucket, wringing it good before applying it to Dwight's skin. Dwight winced when he felt the cloth begin cleaning up his still sore cock, the doctor making sure to get the whole area. Dwight couldn't look at him in the face as the man cleaned him up, saying nothing as he did so. Dwight was thankful for the silence, before he himself felt obligated to speak.
"When can I go home?" Dwight feels desperate to ask, at least to Gauge what kind of answer he's given. The doctor doesn't stop his process as he looks at Dwight and puts on a small smile. Like a courtesy rather than genuine smile.
"Who can say?" He answers softly as he finishes cleaning up the boy, "that's why it's important to run every test" his hand getting rough for a second there as he spoke before bringing them back to rinse the rag out.
"I have...people who will start wondering where I am" Dwight lies, knowing all too well he told no one where he was going or when he left. That fact alone scared him more than the man holding him captive.
"Yes yes" the man nods as he cleans up his little station. "I understand your worry" he says fiddling with the black bag now sitting in his lap. He proceeds to remove different items from the bag, none of them very settling. One looked like a typical rolled up sleeve with medical tools inside, another was a set of tiny silver rods.
"Please let me use a phone...something" Dwight pleaded, not knowing what happened to his own. It was gone like everything else he had on him in the car.
"Don't have reception around here" he adds like it was supposed to be common knowledge. Dwight swallowed another lump of anxiety as he fiddled around in his restraints.
"Please I have to talk to somebody!" He begged further, his ability to compose himself slipping with each rejection he receives.
"No need" the doctor says back before reaching for Dwight's cock again. Dwight flinches at the touch, the hand wrapping around his shaft while the other holding one of those small rods gets close to his tip.
"What are you doing? Stop!" Dwight would have kicked if he were able, instead he was trapped and unable to resist in the slightest. The doctor brought the Rod to his urethra, where he studied the shaft a moment longer before beginning to slide the rod inside. Dwight yelped at the unwelcome intrusion, his body jerking. The doctor grumbled a moment before trying again.
"It's easier if you cooperate" the doctor says more coldly as he focuses on the Rod in his hand.
"Stop! Leave me alone! Don't do that!" Dwight cried out as the Rod was slid in further. Dwight winced through the whole process, only forced to watch as the piece of metal disappears out of sight as it takes refuge inside his cock.
"Take it out!" Dwight begged as his Dick remained twitching, filled beyond what was normal. It was such an odd feeling he couldn't begin to describe. He tried twisting around but it served no purpose.
"Behave yourself" was all the doctor would say back before an electric shock shot through his entire Dick. Dwight couldn't hold back his yelp as his whole body stiffened and hurt. The shock came about as fast as it went, Dwight still feeling some of the adrenaline coursing through his viens.
"No, please stop" Dwight on the brink of tears as he pleaded for the mercy he knew he wouldn't receive. The doctor seemed unfazed as he focused more on what he was writing. Then he proceeded to roll out his medical tools, Dwight's eyes looking over in horror at the unsettling image as the doctor pulled out each one to put in their proper place on his tray.
"What the fuck are you doing?!" Dwight yelled, writhing and shaking in his restraints, his wrists having grown bruised and red.
"Stop causing a ruckus over there rat" the cynical man warns with a sterner tone. It did little difference as Dwight spat in his face, the doctor stilling before slowly bringing his gloved hand to wipe away the spit. Dwight was glaring at him, like he was in some position to fight him.
"That's unsanitary and very dangerous when your being treated" the glooming man states with a tone that displayed his distaste clearly. His eyes staring back into Dwight's, who had stiffened in place.
"Fuck you, asshole! Let me go!" Dwight shouted back with a vengeance. He wasn't thinking clearly which could be normal in his situation. If he was, he wouldn't bite back so hard when he's the one strapped to a table. He watched the doctor stare at him awhile, his face completely unreadable and his mind locked off. Then he reached for one of his scalpels, bringing the blade gently to Dwight's skin. The blade was cold to the touch, nearly sending shivers through his body as it glossed over his forearm.
"It's serious business you know" the doctor mutters as he drags the side of the blade over towards Dwight's stomach. "You can't have a unsanitary workplace when you're a doctor" he goes on, Dwight watching the blade move all along his exposed skin. Lower. Lower. Until his cock practically reflected off the blade like a mirror. Dwight gulped down his anxiety as the blade got uncomfortably closer.
"Wait" Dwight gets out in a choke, his head spinning as the doctor grins over at him.
"It could be very bad for the patient" the doctor states next as he holds the blade up high all of a sudden, Dwight having no time at all to interpret what was happening before that knife came down fast, the blade digging all the way into Dwight's thigh. Dwight screamed as the doctor kept that blade dug into him for an agonizingly long period of time. He even made a point to move the blade while it was inside him, Dwight wailing. The blade was pulled out with such effortless speed, blood pouring out from the wound. Rapidly.
"Imagine unsanitary conditions when your working on an injury like that" the doctor putting on a much more sadistic smile than ever before, "it could get infected and have you dead in days" he goes on while Dwight tries taking steady breaths as his thigh pumps blood out at a frightening rate.
"But since you don't want my help, I can leave you be" he says with a snicker, that horrible grin turning away as he heads for the door. Dwight chokes on his shock and spit as he watches the man walk away.
"I do hope you enjoy your remaining minutes as you bleed out" the doctor grinning in a way that made Dwight sick to his stomach. Or maybe it was the blood loss.
"No! Don't!" Dwight bellows out, heart pounding in his chest. His eyes would flicker back to his wound, the blood pouring out onto the table before dribbling off the table's edge.
"What's that little rat?" The doctor turning his head partway to acknowledge the crying boy. It took the poor thing another minute to collect his voice. The doc enjoyed watching his rats grovel. It made them so easy to break.
"Don't leave me here" he pleads behind tears, "I don't wanna die" his body twisting and turning to get out of his restraints.
"Then you'll have to be a good rat and adhere to every procedure" the madman smirking as he turns around to grant the boy his undivided attention. Dwight sniffles and stares at his bleeding wound, the decision having already been made for him. He doesn't have time for dignity.
"OK" Dwight replies softly, eyes fixed on the mad doctor as he stares at him from across the room.
"OK what?" The doc playing further. Dwight chokes and whines again, which had the doctor grinning ear to ear.
"I'll be good! Please!" Dwight cries again, his eyes flickering back to the blood.
"Gooood" the doctor says as he begins his trek back toward his patient. He retakes his seat, now bringing attention to the wound still pumping blood from the boy's thigh.
"Tsk tsk, you cut yourself real good silly rat" the doctor snickers as he goes back to organizing his tools. Dwight just remained silent through the tall tale he spewed, ignoring him in favor of surviving another day.
Dwight turned his head away from the madman, not wanting to watch what he might endure. Only moments after, he felt something prick him good on his arm, turning Dwight back over quickly. Before Dwight could say anything the doctor raised a hand to silence him.
"Relax, it's to put you to sleep while I fix your mistake" Dwight could hear the psycho on the verge of laughing. Still, what choice did he have? Somehow his car accident had landed him somewhere far worse and he was never more helpless. He feared he may be stuck here forever. No one would ever find him, or his body should the worst ever...
Dwight couldn't hold in the sob that broke out before his sleep induced unconsciousness began taking over. With his last breaths, he pleaded for a miracle, like some hero would burst through that door and take him away. He'd go home and it would be just him and Dash for awhile, that spoiled cat. He hoped someone would find him before he ran out of food and water. Please someone find him if not Dwight himself. As Dwight's vision grew dark and his head succumbed to gravity, he prayed Dash wouldn't be left alone too long. His dad might not make it back as soon as he thought.