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"Hi Dennis. I'm Dr. Robinavitch, you can just call me Dr. Robby. Before we get started today, can I ask you a few questions?"
Dennis sat on the edge of the exam table, idly fiddling with the paper while he stared intently at the floor. He had looked up when the doctor entered the private room, but when he saw the man, he had fixed his gaze on the floor. Dr. Robby was middle aged; Dennis would guess early 50s from the bits of grey in his short brown hair and slightly unkempt beard. His rolled-up sleeves revealed arms covered in that same brown hair. And to top it off, he had that pudgy-but-strong dad bod that comes from decades of work in an active profession.
Fuck, Dennis thought. He's fucking hot.
"Yeah. That's fine," Dennis answered, praying that he wasn't blushing.
"Okay, great. Could you tell me your birthday, Dennis?"
"October 28th, 1999. I'm 26."
Dr. Robby hummed and typed the date into the previously empty medical chart open on the computer in front of him.
"Thank you. And do you take any medications? Any supplements?"
Dennis sucked air through his teeth. This was always the bit about medical appointments that he dreaded the most. He passed as a cis man and all his documents were updated, so there wasn't much to give the doctor a heads up.
"Um." He swallowed. "Yeah. I take testosterone. Like, HRT. I'm transgender."
Dr. Robby typed for a moment. "Okay, and what is the dose on that?" he asked.
Dennis swallowed again, still staring at the floor. The paper on the exam table was starting to get damp from his sweating hands.
"Actually, that's why I'm here. Kinda. I was on the gel, but my insurance stopped covering it. I switched to the injectable stuff. Cheaper. But I can't manage to do the injection on my own and I couldn't get in to my endocrinologist so I just came to the walk-in clinic."
Dr. Robby was silent. Dennis glanced up at him. The older man stared at him, seemingly mulling something over in his mind. He had a look in his eye that Dennis couldn't quite place. But something about it made Dennis nervous.
After a moment the doctor inhaled, then said "Okay. Administering medication is not a service that we usually offer here, but it's been a slow day so I'm willing to help you out. Do you have the medication bottle with you?"
Dennis breathed a sigh of relief. Trying to do the injection on himself had been terrifying, and he was starting to feel the effects of the low hormone levels. He pulled out the small vial along with the prescription sheet from his jeans pocket and held it out to the doctor. Dr. Robby stood from his chair, taking the vial and moving to the counter that sat along the side of the room. Dennis could see drawers stocked with different gauges and lengths of needles.
With his back turned to the younger man, Dr. Robby asked Dennis how long he had been on testosterone.
"About four years now," Dennis answered. "I liked the gel but you know how it is with insurance."
Dr. Robby laughed, a low warm chuckle. "Tell me about it, kid."
Kid. It almost made Dennis blush, which in turn made him fix his gaze firmly on the floor once again. He wiped his sweaty hands on his hoodie.
"Since your endocrinologist doesn't seem to have specified, I'll be doing a subcutaneous injection for you. I find it's easier for people to do on themselves," Dr. Robby said, snapping on a pair of blue latex gloves. "I can do it on your stomach or on your thigh. Up to you."
Dennis, opening his mouth to answer, found that his throat was suddenly dry. He swallowed. "Um. Thigh is fine I guess. Less sensitive."
The doctor chuckled again. "Thigh it is. You'll need to take your jeans off then. Would you feel more comfortable if I left the room while you do that?"
"Uh, no. That's okay," Dennis answered. He stood up, kicking off his beat-up sneakers and sliding his jeans down his legs. He sat back down on the exam table. The paper crinkled under him.
Dr. Robby turned back around, having drawn up the required dose into the syringe and swapped to the appropriate injection needle. Dennis thought the man's eyes lingered for just a moment too long on his bare thighs, but he told himself that he was just imagining things.
He's a doctor, Dennis thought. He sees this stuff all the time. It's just his job.
"Okay Dennis. I'm going to prep your thigh with an alcohol swab, then do the injection. It won't take long. A bit longer than a flu shot. Is that alright?"
Dennis nodded. His pulse was starting to race. He found it embarrassing to admit, as a 26 year old man, but he hated needles.
Dr. Robby knelt in front of Dennis and his breath quickened for a moment. He's kind of close to my thighs, Dennis thought. Should he be this close?
Before he could protest, Dr. Robby ran the cold alcohol swab against his thigh. "Your body hair growth is progressing well," the doctor said in a low voice.
Dennis chuckled nervously. He was not sure that doctors were supposed to comment on that, but he bit his tongue again.
"I'm going to insert the needle now. Take a big breath in..." Dr. Robby paused for a moment, letting Dennis take the instructed breath. "And out."
The needle slid into his skin with a pinch. Dennis couldn't look, but he could feel the sharp point push into his soft skin. After a moment, he could feel the testosterone pushing into his tissue, a sensation that almost made him nauseous.
"Aaand... that's it." Dr. Robby stood, dropping the used needle and syringe into the yellow sharps box sitting on the counter.
Dennis breathed out, relieved, and thanked the doctor. He made a move to stand and shimmy his jeans back on, but Dr. Robby stepped in front of him. Dennis sat back down on the table. His pulse quickened once again. He stared up at the doctor, the man standing a bit too close for comfort.
"Y'know Dennis," Dr. Robby said in that same low voice. "I've read a few studies that said the testosterone gel can be less effective. It's important to check that everything is... progressing well."
Dennis frowned. "I haven't heard anything ab-"
Dr. Robby interjected. "Trust me kid. I'm the doctor here." The man put one hand firmly on Dennis's shoulder, still wearing the latex glove. Dennis was suddenly very uncomfortable.
"Um. Okay. What would you need to check? I really don't-" The words caught in his throat as he stared up at the man standing over him.
Dr. Robby smiled but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Dennis felt strangely like prey.
"I'll need you to take off your boxers."
Dennis felt his pulse pounding in his skull. "Wh- what. No. I need to go actually I have uh, a thing." He tried to stand, but Dr. Robby's fingers dug into his shoulder and pressed him down to the table.
"This is all part of the protocol. I need to check that the testosterone is working properly."
Dennis wanted to argue, wanted to grab his jeans and his vial of testosterone and get the fuck out of there, but the look in Dr. Robby's eyes made him freeze. He looked at Dennis like he was prey. And he was trapped.
Dennis shakily tucked his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, standing up slightly to slide them off. He dropped them on his jeans next to the exam table.
Dr. Robby smiled. "Good. Now lie down. You'll need to put your feet in the stirrups. I'll extend them from the table here."
Dennis did as he was told, his mind racing and his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. He felt exposed; he was exposed.
He heard Dr. Robby pull the chair up to the exam table. What the fuck is happening right now, he thought. What the f-
His thoughts were violently cut off with the feeling of gloved fingers pushing at his labia, pulling the skin around his tdick back. He could feel the cool air of the exam room on the sensitive head.
The doctor hummed. "Your clitoris is enlarging well."
Dennis whined, his fingers gripping his hoodie tight. "Please don't call it that."
"Hmm? You prefer to call it your dick?"
Dennis nodded. He felt ashamed for even responding in the moment, but he couldn't think.
"I'm going to check how your dick responds to stimulation now. I'm going to use some lubricant on my fingers to make it easier. Remember, this is standard checkup protocol."
Dennis did not have it in him to protest. He laid his head back against the exam table. What the fuck is happening-
FUCK. Dennis felt Dr. Robby's slick, gloved fingers on either side of his cock. Rubbing slowly but firmly. Fuck. He had to bite his lip to stop himself from moaning. Against every single instinct, it felt really fucking good. The doctor was obviously experienced.
After a moment, Dr. Robby began to rub faster. Dennis gasped then quickly covered his mouth with his hand. He could feel himself getting hard.
Dr. Robby chuckled. "There you go. That's a good boy."
Dennis felt his mind go blank. Good boy? he thought. He wanted to respond, to yell and protest and push the doctor away, but he couldn't. The mix of fear and pleasure was too overwhelming.
After about thirty seconds of this, Dr. Robby stopped, taking his hands off the younger man's body. "Now, Dennis, I need to check if you are able to reach orgasm. Will you be able to do that just from me touching your dick?" he asked.
Dennis didn't respond. He had no idea how to respond.
"Dennis? I'll need an answer before I continue."
"N- no. I need something inside me to... finish." Dennis felt tears welling up in his eyes. Why did I say that? he thought, wishing he would just disappear.
"Good. Just what I was hoping to hear."
Dennis felt a gloved finger push inside of him. He gasped, the tears in his eyes spilling out onto his cheeks. His mind was at war with his body; he wanted it to stop, but he couldn't deny that it felt good. As the doctor's fingers returned to his dick, he felt his hips buck forward, searching for more.
Dr. Robby laughed. "What an eager thing you are. And you're so fucking tight." He pushed another finger into Dennis, earning another sharp gasp.
Dennis drew in a shaky breath. "Why are you doing this? This isn't... standard checkup protocol... is it?" He balled his hoodie into his fists, staring down at the man seated calmly between his thighs.
The doctor smiled. "No. It isn't."
"Then why?"
"Because I want to. Because you trans boys are so easy. And because it's been a while."
Dennis stared at him, wide-eyed, not understanding. "A while? A while since what? I don't-"
Dr. Robby stood suddenly, pushing the chair back as he did. He started unbuckling his belt. Dennis understood.
"Fuck. No. I don't- I don't want this. You can't. You're a fucking doctor," Dennis said, feeling paralyzed.
"Well, I'm going to. And I know you're going to enjoy it. You can't help it," Dr. Robby answered. He unzipped his fly, shoved his own boxers down just enough, and pulled out his half-hard cock.
God. He's big, Dennis thought, almost transfixed. He hated himself for it but he couldn't deny that the sight was arousing. He felt that familiar burn in his stomach as he watched the doctor stroke himself, getting his cock hard enough.
He positioned himself between Dennis's legs, looking down at him with that same predatory look. "It'll be a tight fit. But you strike me as someone who doesn't mind some pain," Dr. Robby said, giving him a bemused smile.
Before Dennis could answer, try to protest one last time, Dr. Robby pushed his cock into the younger man. Dennis whined, feeling his tears hot on his face. It fucking hurt. And he couldn't deny that he liked it.
He felt the doctor push inside him to the base. Dennis couldn't think straight, the fear and pleasure mixing into a terrified excitement that wiped out his thoughts. He clamped one hand over his mouth to muffle his strained whimpers.
"Fuck, kid. Your cunt feels good on my cock," Dr. Robby moaned, starting to slowly thrust in and out.
Dennis felt his face go red. He took his hand off his face just long enough to whine. "Please don't call it that."
Dr. Robby didn't respond, seemingly lost in his own pleasure. He leaned closer to Dennis and stabilized himself by placing one hand next to Dennis's head. He started to thrust faster.
Dennis felt more tears run down his face while he sobbed into his hand. It felt good and he hated himself for that. He could feel the way he tightened around Dr. Robby's cock with each thrust, pushing him closer to his climax.
"Dr- Dr. Robby?" Dennis whined.
"Yeah?" the doctor answered, staring down at him.
"You said- you said you needed to check that I can orgasm, right?"
Dr. Robby smirked. "Yeah? You feel like you're going to cum?"
Dennis let out a small whimper, then said "I need you to touch my dick."
He heard the older man laugh. "Of course you do. You trans guys are all the same."
You trans guys? Dennis thought. Wait, has he done this bef-
Once again, his thoughts were cut off with the sensation of fingers on his cock. He clenched his jaw, trying to stifle the involuntary moans he felt escaping in between sobs. "Th- thank you."
"Fuck. You're clenching me so tight. I think I'm going to cum too," Dr. Robby said breathlessly. He moved his fingers faster and Dennis could feel his dick twitch.
“Wait, you can’t cum inside me. I’m not on birth control,” Dennis panted.
“Fuck, okay. Lift up your hoodie, I’m going to cum on your stomach.”
Dennis did as the doctor told him. He yanked his hoodie up to his chest, giving the older man a nice view of his stomach and a glimpse of his top surgery scars. He felt his face burn red, tears running down his cheeks, as Dr. Robby took in the view.
“I’m getting close. Do you think you can cum for me?” the doctor panted.
Dennis shut his eyes tight, feeling scared and embarrassed, but nodded. “Yeah I- I think so. Just keep touching my dick like that.” He wanted this to end.
Dr. Robby laughed. “Alright, kid.”
To Dennis’s horror and shame, he felt himself clench at the word. He heard the man above him chuckle again.
“You like that, huh? You like it when I call you kid?”
“No. I don’t like that. I don’t like this,” Dennis said, forcing the words out through his whimpers, his voice shaking.
The doctor smirked down at him. “Not sure if I believe you. I can tell how close you are. Your cock is twitching.”
Dennis covered his face with his hands, trying to stifle the awful mix of sobs and moans exiting his mouth.
Dr. Robby leaned down, close to Dennis’s ear. “You gonna cum for me, kid?”
At that, Dennis felt himself reach his climax. He clamped his hands firmly over his mouth while his legs shook.
Dr. Robby moaned, still thrusting. “Good boy. Ride it out.”
Dennis whined from the overstimulation of the doctor’s cock still inside him. “It’s too much now. I’m too sensitive.”
“I’m almost there, kid. Just- FUCK.” Dr. Robby pulled back, holding his cock. With a breathy huff he came on Dennis’s stomach.
Dennis felt the hot cum spread onto him. He couldn’t look. Now that the pleasure was gone, he felt like he was going to vomit.
After a moment of panting, the doctor spoke. “Here. Let me grab you some paper towels to clean yourself up.”
Dennis opened his eyes, watching Dr. Robby stuff his dick back into his pants and walk over to the counter. He grabbed a fistful of paper towel from a stack and handed it to Dennis.
Dennis grabbed the paper towel and quickly swiped it over his stomach, cleaning up the sticky mess as best he could. He stood up from the exam table and pulled his boxers and jeans back on.
Dr. Robby sat back in the rolling chair, staring at the younger man with a faint smirk on his face. He held out a piece of paper to Dennis. “I wrote my number down for you. In case you need help with your- uh- shot again.”
Dennis said nothing. After a beat, the doctor laughed.
“Okay. I’ll leave it here on the desk. Make sure to grab your testosterone and prescription sheet on your way out.”
With that, Dr. Robby stood and left the room, leaving Dennis alone. Dennis took a breath. What the fuck just happened, he thought, grabbing his testosterone bottle and stuffing it back into the pocket of his jeans. He wiped his hands across his face and smoothed his hair, praying that he looked more put-together than he felt.
Dennis moved toward the door, then stopped. He turned to look at the doctor's phone number sitting on the desk.
Before he could think too hard about it, he grabbed the paper. Maybe he would need help with his shot again.