Commission - Not Exactly Standard Procedure
Title: Not Exactly Standard Procedure
Chapter: Part 7 of Shapes
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Uruha
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Anal, medical kink, mildly dubious consent, bondage, electrosex, sounding, barebacking, gags, sensory deprivation, implied Dom/sub, open relationships, threesome
Summary: Uruha gets a message from Kai with directions to a suspicious medical appointment. Little does he know, the doctors are far from certified, and the tests they're about to run have nothing to do with medicine.
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~5,100
Comment: For N9, who requested medical kink Reita/Aoi/Uruha, and electricity play.
(For info on how to commission me yourself, please refer to this post)
Uruha's brows furrowed as he studied the building in front of him. He checked his phone again to see if he'd maybe misread Kai's message, but no, this was it. He had a medical appointment here, even though the building didn't look anything like a clinic, and was far from their usual place. Still, Kai had insisted, and so he headed inside.
There was no waiting room, just an elevator at the back of the foyer, and Uruha rode it to the fourth floor like the message said to. By now, he was starting to wonder if maybe Kai was playing a prank on him, but he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, heading down the hall and finding the right room, deciding not to overthink it. If nothing else, he wanted to see where this was going.
He wasn't at all prepared to see Aoi when he entered the room, clad in a doctor's coat and thin latex gloves, sitting behind a desk. "Oh, Aoi. Didn't know you were going to be here. Did Kai sign us all up for the health check?"
Aoi looked up at him, leaning back in his seat, signature grin on his face. "Actually, I'll be the one checking you out."
Uruha managed to bite his lip just in time to stifle a laugh. "You don't even have a high school diploma, let alone a medical degree."
"Take it up with your master." To Aoi's credit, he didn't bat an eye at Uruha's reaction, merely gesturing past him with a wave of his hand. "Lock the door and remove your clothes."
"Reita put you up to this?" He had suspected something was up from the moment he saw the building, but now he was certain they had planned it. He'd been in enough similar situations lately to be slightly wary, but also dangerously excited, and when Aoi didn't say anything, he went to shut the door properly. "Just promise not to castrate me or anything like that."
Aoi's grin widened. "If I recall correctly, you seemed to enjoy the idea quite a bit last time."
"You know what I mean." Uruha bit his lip again, this time to fight back the blush warming his cheeks, turning away from Aoi while he stripped. He did trust his friends, especially Reita, and he left all his clothes on a chair opposite Aoi, facing the desk. "Alright, I'm naked, now what?"
For the first time since Uruha entered, Aoi got up from his seat, unfolding a piece of cloth in his hands. "Put this on."
It was a hospital gown, faint blue and made of thin cloth, and Uruha didn't even bother wondering where they got it from. He threaded his arms through the sleeves and stood still while Aoi tied the knots in the back, glancing up when he heard a sound from across the room. It sounded like a door, but there was a curtain dividing the room in half, so there was no way to tell for sure. "What was that?"
"Is the patient ready yet?" A familiar face appeared a moment later, Reita sliding the curtain aside to reveal an examination chair behind it. He was wearing a doctor's coat, just like Aoi, but there was no time to dwell on it. Once the gown was secure, Uruha's head was tugged back, and he took a slow breath.
"Is your non-verbal safeword the same as last time?" While he waited for the answer, Aoi tied a strip of cloth over Uruha's eyes, and he realised with a shudder that he still didn't know everything that was beyond that curtain.
"Yes." Uruha's voice was soft, but certain, even though he could no longer see what was going on. He was used to being led blindly, however, and he let Aoi guide him through the room, presumably over to the section Reita was in.
"Open wide." Uruha obeyed, his excitement rising when something round was pushed between his lips, straps fastened behind his head. It felt like a ball gag, which was a bit different from their usual routine, but nothing so far felt usual. They had gone the extra mile for this, and Uruha briefly wondered where they had even found a place like this, but then he was being helped into the chair, and he lost his train of thought.
He heard Aoi's voice saying to strap him down, and the next thing he knew, padded cuffs were fastened around his wrists and ankles. The room was starting to get hot, despite him only wearing a thin robe that barely went past his thighs, and maybe it was just the lack of his sight that made him fixate on it, but he swore he could feel his blood rushing to his groin.
The chair started moving with a mechanical whir, the seat rising and the back lowering, until he was practically lying down, probably facing the ceiling, though it was impossible to tell for sure. Aoi and Reita were moving about, and he heard what sounded like a trolley being wheeled closer, followed by a bunch of sounds he couldn't quite identify. A feeling of helplessness was settling in, and Uruha shifted subtly, appreciating how meticulously he was secured, as well as the fact that he had no idea what was about to happen. "Prep the area."
Uruha furrowed his brows when his gown was lifted, the cloth bunching up around his stomach. He flinched when something damp touched his thigh, settling down again when he realised it was just a wipe of some sort being rubbed over his skin. A few more sounds went over his head, and then something was pressed on his thigh, in two spots a short distance apart.
"Starting on the lowest setting to see how he responds." As soon as Aoi had spoken, a faint tingle passed through Uruha's skin, but even though it was barely noticeable, he was caught off guard enough that he almost jolted out of the chair. A muffled gasp slipped out before he had time to compose himself, and he heard the grin in Aoi's tone. "Oh, that's quite the reaction."
Reita spoke again, and Uruha was surprised to hear his voice right next to his head. When had he moved? "Probably took him by surprise, but keep it at the same level to be sure." More tingles went from one pad to the other, and Uruha figured they must be electrodes of some kind. Aoi had mentioned he'd tried out a TENS unit for his migraines, was that what they were using? Whatever it was, it felt really nice now that he was prepared for it, and Uruha sighed quietly, relaxing once more.
"The patient is responding normally, increasing the intensity." Just the methodical manner Aoi was speaking in was enough to make Uruha shudder, even before he heard the beep of the machine and his skin tingled a little deeper. His inner thighs were sensitive, and the constant sensations provided by the electrodes were starting to feel really good. His crotch wasn't covered by the gown, and Uruha was certain both of them could tell that he was enjoying himself by now.
Wheels squeaked across the floor again, this time by his side, and he tried to listen for whatever Reita was up to. He was definitely setting something up, but it was hard to tell what, though it was clearly a complicated process. There was a chance Reita was taking longer than necessary to throw him off, but once again Uruha's thoughts left him when he noticed Aoi wiping down another area of his skin, this time on the other thigh.
A second pair of electrodes were stuck to his skin, mirroring the placement on his right leg, and mere seconds later, both his thighs were being stimulated, the sensations making him squirm. "Hold still, we've got more tests to run," came Reita's voice next to his head, but before Uruha had a chance to nod, a sudden jolt of electricity to his upper arm made him cry out. The chair squeaked as he pulled on his restraints, but it was no use, he was strapped down tight.
"Seems like the patient is starting to get twitchy." Aoi sounded pleased with himself, and Uruha wanted to shoot him a glare, but the blindfold fortunately prevented him from landing himself in more trouble. A second later, his arm was zapped again, and he furrowed his brows as he tried to figure out what Reita was doing. The sparks moved down his arm, almost to his wrist, and as it trailed along his skin, Uruha guessed it could be a violet wand. He hadn't had one used on him before, but he couldn't think of anything else that provided similar sensations. The electricity seemed to be following a rather precise point, arcing between his skin and the device like tiny bolts of lightning.
"Up the intensity while I change attachment." There was only so much Uruha could do to prepare himself, the buzzing on the inside of his thighs was constant, drawing his attention to the pleasure and making it hard to think. He thought he heard Reita unscrewing something, probably the attachment like he said, but he couldn't concentrate for long. His legs were trying to close by now, wanting to rub together, but it was no use, he was spread out and at their complete mercy.
Not that he minded. In fact, the tingling caused by the electricity was probably only half the reason why he was now fully hard, moaning softly against the gag. The vulnerability of being in such a position coupled with the objectifying, clinical way they were speaking about him was definitely arousing Uruha just as much as the physical sensations. Even when the sparks touched his shin, focused on three spots instead of one, he just shivered faintly. Like a fork, the electricity moved along his skin, an equal distance between them the entire time, and just before it reached his knee, it disappeared again.
The sensations returned on his other leg, moving in the same way just up to his knee, then disappearing again. Uruha had to quiet his breathing to make out what Aoi said. "Alright, you get him ready for the next step, I'll prepare what we'll need." Seconds later, the constant tingle in his thighs abruptly faded, and he nearly whined when the electrodes were removed from his body. It sounded like Aoi was moving around, but before Uruha could guess what he was doing, a sharp jolt to his outer thigh made him cry out.
"That got your attention, huh?" Despite the smirk evident in his tone, Reita was starting to sound breathless, though Uruha didn't get a chance to revel in the realisation. The electricity was concentrated on a single point again, this time even smaller than earlier, and the sensations were so intense when it traveled along his thigh, it was almost too much. Reita didn't seem to have any intention of pausing, however, and the sparks moved over to the inside of his thigh, causing him to arch his back with a sharp whine.
His legs quivered from the strain of trying to close, battling against the restraints to no avail. As the sparks moved further up, Uruha shook his head, bracing as best he could for what would probably follow. To his surprise, just before it reached his hip, the sensations disappeared again, though he could still hear the faint buzzing of the device, accompanied by two pairs of footsteps. He was mostly prepared when sparks brushed his other thigh, but the sharp pain trailed upwards again, and there was only so much anticipation would help in a situation like that.
The wand quickly shifted, and Uruha almost screamed when his balls were zapped with electricity, hoping the walls were soundproof, because the gag wasn't really doing much at this point. It did prevent him from sounding in any way coherent when he begged for mercy, however, sobbing softly and tilting his head in the direction he thought Reita was, but the electricity brushed his cock, and his words just turned to a muffled cry again.
"Sounds like we're ready to move on." The arousal was audible in Aoi's voice, but Uruha was no longer sure if he was pleased or concerned. Reita had turned off the violet wand, he could tell that much, but he was already panting harshly, rock hard from what they'd done to him. Something wet oozed into his slit, and he jerked away, though he didn't succeed in moving far. When Aoi's hand, still covered in that latex glove, closed around his dick, Uruha tensed up in anticipation.
Something hard pressed against his urethra, pushing into the slit with ease, stretching open his cock. No matter how many times it was done to him, Uruha loved being sounded. Just having something pushed into his dick, being fucked in ways he wasn't even meant to be fucked, was a massive turn on, and he leaned back and sighed happily, relaxing for a moment and just enjoying the sensations.
"Patient appears enthusiastic about the stretching process," Aoi said, and Uruha stopped himself from nodding. Metal clinked against metal when the handle of the rod bumped against his piercing, and the added sensation had Uruha squirming, whimpering quietly behind the gag. "Very enthusiastic, I'd say."
"You can probably move up to a bigger size." Once again, Uruha was surprised at how close Reita was, his voice sounding almost next to his head.
"We just need to widen the urethra enough to get a good sample, right?" Despite his wording, Aoi was already pulling the rod out of Uruha, and he silently hoped he would do as Reita said.
"True, but if it speeds up the process, might as well." It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what type of sample they were talking about, and when a different rod pushed into his dick, stretching it even further, Uruha knew they'd be getting it pretty soon. He was still shuddering faintly from the electrical play, now that Aoi was widening his slit all the way down to the base of his cock, he knew he wouldn't last even if he tried.
Aoi's grip on his cock shifted, the latex rubbing against his skin, and when he started slowly pulling the rod up, his thumb pressed against the shaft, probably feeling the metal inside. "Our patient's quite the deviant, huh?"
Uruha moaned in response, certain his cheeks were bright red at this point. Aoi had started fucking his dick with the rod, slowly thrusting it in and out of his slit, and he clenched his fists at his sides as he tried to hold on to the last of his willpower. Did he still have to wait for Reita's permission to cum? If so, he hoped he'd give the command soon, because Uruha was struggling to hold back by now.
"Seems like you're quite the deviant, yourself, Doctor." Reita's voice was lower than usual, which only served to drive Uruha closer to the edge he was already dangerously close to toppling over.
"Just get the vial ready." In one smooth motion, Aoi pulled the sounding rod out of his dick, leaving his side entirely, but before Uruha even had a chance to whine, a familiar hand gripped his dick, angling it and pressing the tip against a cold glass opening.
"Cum." The sound of Reita's commanding voice was more than enough, and Uruha's dick started throbbing in his hand soon after, spurting into whatever container was being held against it. Uruha didn't particularly care, just appreciating the orgasm and the sensations Reita's hand brought, gently massaging his dick while he tried in vain to push his hips up and ride his hand.
He eventually slumped back, chest rising and falling with every breath, and he barely heard what Reita said over the sound of his own pulse. "I'll take the sample back to the lab to get a fertility check, see if he's even worth the trouble."
Footsteps faded, and the sound of the curtain being pulled made Uruha frown, but there was no time to dwell on it. His cuffs were loosened from the chair, though he was far too tired to move, and he was grateful when hands on his hips pulled him down until his ass was at the edge of the seat. His wrist cuffs were connected to his ankles, knees bent almost to his chest and feet high in the air, and the blindfold was pulled over his head none too gently.
When his vision readjusted to the bright light, Aoi was grinning down at him from between his legs, popping a cap and smearing what Uruha assumed was lube over his hand. "Since you were such a good boy and cooperated with the tests, you deserve a treat."
Uruha sent him a grateful look, moaning again when a slick finger slid into his ass. He seized the opportunity to study the room he was in now that he was no longer blindfolded, turning his head as much as he could to check his surroundings. The curtain blocked off the rest of the room, but the section he was in looked to be about as big as the other side. There was a door on the opposite wall, but it was closed, and there was no way to tell where it led. Hopefully to a shower, Uruha thought to himself as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
He could see the violet wand and all its attachments on one of the trolleys, and the TENS unit on another one, along with a case of various sounding rods. The two Aoi had used on him were set aside, presumably to be cleaned later, but the sight of them had Uruha moaning quietly. Aoi followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. "Oh, yeah, you can take quite a lot inside you."
As he said it, he pushed in another finger, now slowly moving two inside Uruha's ass, almost too slowly for his liking. Even though he'd cum not long ago, Reita's relentless play had given him pretty decent stamina over the years. It would still take him a while to get physically hard again, but he was already spreading his legs as much as he could, trying to indicate that he wanted more.
"Hm? What's that?" Aoi cocked his head, pretending not to know what Uruha wanted, though his devious grin gave him away. "You want more, do you? Don't tell me you like this?"
Uruha narrowed his eyes, but he didn't deny it. He knew Aoi was just teasing, and that his best bet was just to remain still and wait. He would have smiled if he could when Aoi proved him right a moment later, pushing a third finger inside him and thrusting them faster. "Oh yeah, you're definitely enjoying yourself. What, do medical procedures typically turn you on?"
He shook his head lazily, moaning when Aoi's fingers pressed against a sensitive spot inside him, glancing up again to meet his gaze. "No? Are you gonna pretend it was just the physical sensations causing a reaction?" He shook his head again, and Aoi laughed. "Didn't think so."
If he hadn't been gagged, Uruha would have told him to shut up and get on with it, but truthfully, he didn't mind Aoi's stalling. He liked being teased, after all, even though his body was practically aching for him to bury his cock inside him and fuck his brains out. Thankfully, it seemed Aoi had neared the end of his own patience, because he pulled his fingers out and pushed his slacks down, reaching for the lube again.
The seconds it took him to pull his dick out and slick up felt like hours to Uruha, and he was ready to beg for it by the time the head of his cock pressed against his entrance, pushing past his rim with ease. Just then, Reita appeared from behind the curtain, and Uruha could have sworn his heart skipped a beat at the way he looked at him. His eyes seemed to devour him, moving up and down his body, until they met Aoi's gaze, and they both nodded silently.
Aoi pulled out and slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt with a moan, though it was drowned out by the sound Uruha made. It was somewhere between a whine and a moan, though when Aoi gripped his thighs and did it again, he barely had the presence of mind to catch his breath, just exhaling shakily while he was filled again and again. Aoi took a moment to establish a rhythm, at first just driving his cock into Uruha as he pleased, but eventually, he found a good pace and stuck to it.
Reita, meanwhile, had moved up behind Uruha, and he ran his fingers through his hair fondly before pulling his head up, forcing him to look at Aoi as if he hadn't already been watching every move he made. "Look at you, taking his cock so well. Who's a good slut?" Uruha hoped the question was rhetorical, because he didn't have it in him to do anything but continue his soft panting, watching as Aoi, still wearing a doctor's coat, pounded into him. "If it turns out you're not suitable breeding stock, maybe we'll keep you around as a break room whore, how's that sound?"
"Sounds perfect to me." Aoi's lips were parted, his breathing heavy, but he grinned anyway. "We can connect a tray to his nipples with chains, have him serve coffee all morning, and tie him to a table during lunch break. Let the entire hospital staff have their way with him."
Uruha moaned shakily, the pitch rising when fingers tugged at his dick ring, the piercing still pretty sensitive even though he had healed up nicely. "The way he reacted to that violet wand earlier, he'll be a fun toy. Just zap him and watch him squirm, gag him if his cries are too distracting."
"We'd never get any work done, though." Aoi's voice was becoming strained, his fingers digging into Uruha's thighs, and he clenched his ass around him to push him towards the edge. "Fuck, he's getting impatient."
"Fill him, then." Reita let Uruha's head drop to the chair, reaching for the lube and starting to undo his belt, while Aoi's thrusts sped up ever so slightly. He came with a loud groan, grinding his hips against Uruha's and doing as Reita said, filling his ass with his cum. His eyes closed, and he just slowly rocked his hips for a moment, until Reita nudged him with his shoulder.
He pulled out slowly, stepping away, and before the cum had a chance to trickle back out, Reita was pushing it deeper in. His cock filled Uruha perfectly, stretching him out, and he whimpered quietly from behind the gag. "I know, you love this, now be a good slut and take it." He nodded eagerly, groaning when Reita started thrusting, and he could have stayed like that for hours, legs spread, eyes half closed, moaning mindlessly while he fucked him as long as he liked.
He barely had the presence of mind to look up when Reita's hand closed around his throat, though he did tip his head back just slightly, a sign of his submission to him. He wasn't wearing his collar, unfortunately, though he couldn't have known what he thought was just going to be a medical appointment was really a ruse for a play session. Reita was truly devious, and Uruha would have to remember to complain to Kai later about them ganging up and tricking him.
Not that he minded. He was enjoying himself tremendously, and by now, his dick was back to full hardness again, jutting proudly up and swaying with every thrust of Reita's cock into him. The fingers around his throat tightened momentarily, and Uruha would have to consider bringing his collar with him in his bag wherever he went, because he truly did miss it in that moment. Then the hand disappeared entirely, Reita gripping his hips instead, holding him still while he fucked him hard, and Uruha moaned appreciatively.
As much as he loved riding Reita, showing him how much he loved his cock and how eager he was to be filled by him, there was just something so hot about being taken like this, with no leverage to push back, no say in how he was fucked. He was a vessel for others' pleasure, a toy for them to use however they pleased, and while part of him was embarrassed at how much he liked that, another part of him revelled in it shamelessly.
"Want to be filled again?" He nodded, still moaning steadily, and Reita grinned down at him. "Thought so. Moan for it, then." He lay into Uruha for a good minute, watching him with that piercing gaze of his, before he finally stilled, balls deep inside him. Uruha moaned, being louder than he strictly needed to to show his appreciation. Reita groaned as well, turning his head and pressing a kiss to Uruha's leg, lingering for a moment before he pulled out.
Tired, sated, and hard as a rock, Uruha didn't register what was going on for the next minute or so, focusing on catching his breath in case there was more to come. And as expected, when he lifted his head to see what the others were doing, Aoi was holding something up, something curved and made out of metal. It took him a second to realise what it was, and he tried to pretend like nothing, but his eyes must have betrayed his interest, because he received a pair of grins in return.
Aoi shifted between his legs again, resting one hand on his thigh while the one holding the speculum moved to push it slowly inside his ass. The metal felt odd inside him, but not quite as strange as when it started expanding, stretching him out and holding him open. Reita was standing next to Aoi, arms crossed, watching the display and humming at the sight. "Look at that. Wide open, cum slowly oozing out, and he's still fucking hard."
"Should we make him cum like this?" Aoi looked over his shoulder at Reita, who didn't respond, just walked around Uruha's knee so he was standing next to him instead. He flicked the piercing a few times, and Uruha sobbed quietly, practically incoherent at this point. He just wanted to cum, he didn't really care how it happened, though he was kind of glad he was gagged and tied up, still.
"Alright, since you've behaved so well, I'll let you cum again." Without further ado, Reita's hand wrapped around Uruha's dick, and he started jerking him. There was no gradual build or finesse to it, he just worked him up to his second orgasm, knowing exactly how to move his hand after decades of practice. Uruha was powerless to resist, both physically and otherwise. He couldn't even form a coherent thought, just moaned and squirmed while Reita stroked his dick and Aoi kept his ass gaped open, dripping cum steadily.
He lost track of time, if he ever had it to begin with, but by the time his orgasm hit him and he tensed up, he was so far gone, he barely registered Reita's words of praise while he milked him for all he had left. Cum pooled on his stomach, and he just panted happily, faintly noticing that he was being untied. His limbs were lowered slowly, legs dangling off the edge of the seat while it shifted back into its original position, and then Reita reached around to remove his gag.
"Thanks," he whispered, voice hoarse and sore, and Aoi handed him a bottle of water. He nodded gratefully and took a sip, then proceeded to down half the bottle when he realised he was more thirsty than he'd expected.
"Come on, there's a bathroom in the back." Reita curled his arm around Uruha, helping him over to the mysterious door, and Uruha smiled, relieved, when he saw there was indeed a shower. He was helped into it, and he leaned against Reita while Aoi got the gown off him and stripped down, only letting go long enough to switch so Reita could undress as well.
A minute later, he was sandwiched between the both of them, still a little out of it, but the warm water that cascaded down his back and washed away the sweat and cum did wonders. Aoi was pressed against his back, kissing his neck and whispering sweet words of praise, while Reita rubbed his thumbs over his hips in slow, soothing circles. "So, were we mean for springing that on you without warning?"
"Are you kidding?" Uruha mumbled, raising his head to meet Reita's gaze, smiling tiredly. "I feel amazing."
"Still, we didn't really give you any warning, with any of it."
"I trust you," Uruha said simply, burying his face in Reita's chest, grateful that Aoi's lips lingered at the back of his neck.
The grin was obvious in Reita's tone, even over the sound of the water running. "Your funeral."
"So did you rent this space? And convince Kai to lure me here?"
"Yeah." Reita chuckled breathlessly, nuzzling the top of Uruha's head. "At this point, if I just bring you somewhere, you'll probably figure something's up. I wanted to surprise you."
"You went to all that trouble just to surprise me? You're so sweet." Now that he had regained some of his strength, Uruha straightened up, pecking Reita's cheek before turning to Aoi, ruffling his hair. "And thank you for helping out."
"Believe me, my pleasure. Feel free to invite me next time, too." Aoi reached for the soap, starting to clean Uruha's chest, unable to resist flicking his nipple piercings. Uruha smiled, flicking his forehead in return.
"I'm sure we'll keep that in mind."
"So, what's the verdict? Should we buy a violet wand kit for home use as well?" Reita rubbed Uruha's shoulders firmly, and he tipped his head back with a hum, closing his eyes and just enjoying the hands on him right then.
"I'm nervous and intrigued at the same time."
"That's not a no."
Uruha smiled, reaching back to snake one arm behind Reita's neck, pulling him close enough that he could rest his head on his shoulder. "That's not a no."
Chapter: Part 7 of Shapes
Author: socialriotbitch
Pairing: Aoi/Uruha, Reita/Uruha
Genre: PWP
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Anal, medical kink, mildly dubious consent, bondage, electrosex, sounding, barebacking, gags, sensory deprivation, implied Dom/sub, open relationships, threesome
Summary: Uruha gets a message from Kai with directions to a suspicious medical appointment. Little does he know, the doctors are far from certified, and the tests they're about to run have nothing to do with medicine.
Disclaimer: I don't own the GazettE
Word count: ~5,100
Comment: For N9, who requested medical kink Reita/Aoi/Uruha, and electricity play.
(For info on how to commission me yourself, please refer to this post)
Uruha's brows furrowed as he studied the building in front of him. He checked his phone again to see if he'd maybe misread Kai's message, but no, this was it. He had a medical appointment here, even though the building didn't look anything like a clinic, and was far from their usual place. Still, Kai had insisted, and so he headed inside.
There was no waiting room, just an elevator at the back of the foyer, and Uruha rode it to the fourth floor like the message said to. By now, he was starting to wonder if maybe Kai was playing a prank on him, but he decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, heading down the hall and finding the right room, deciding not to overthink it. If nothing else, he wanted to see where this was going.
He wasn't at all prepared to see Aoi when he entered the room, clad in a doctor's coat and thin latex gloves, sitting behind a desk. "Oh, Aoi. Didn't know you were going to be here. Did Kai sign us all up for the health check?"
Aoi looked up at him, leaning back in his seat, signature grin on his face. "Actually, I'll be the one checking you out."
Uruha managed to bite his lip just in time to stifle a laugh. "You don't even have a high school diploma, let alone a medical degree."
"Take it up with your master." To Aoi's credit, he didn't bat an eye at Uruha's reaction, merely gesturing past him with a wave of his hand. "Lock the door and remove your clothes."
"Reita put you up to this?" He had suspected something was up from the moment he saw the building, but now he was certain they had planned it. He'd been in enough similar situations lately to be slightly wary, but also dangerously excited, and when Aoi didn't say anything, he went to shut the door properly. "Just promise not to castrate me or anything like that."
Aoi's grin widened. "If I recall correctly, you seemed to enjoy the idea quite a bit last time."
"You know what I mean." Uruha bit his lip again, this time to fight back the blush warming his cheeks, turning away from Aoi while he stripped. He did trust his friends, especially Reita, and he left all his clothes on a chair opposite Aoi, facing the desk. "Alright, I'm naked, now what?"
For the first time since Uruha entered, Aoi got up from his seat, unfolding a piece of cloth in his hands. "Put this on."
It was a hospital gown, faint blue and made of thin cloth, and Uruha didn't even bother wondering where they got it from. He threaded his arms through the sleeves and stood still while Aoi tied the knots in the back, glancing up when he heard a sound from across the room. It sounded like a door, but there was a curtain dividing the room in half, so there was no way to tell for sure. "What was that?"
"Is the patient ready yet?" A familiar face appeared a moment later, Reita sliding the curtain aside to reveal an examination chair behind it. He was wearing a doctor's coat, just like Aoi, but there was no time to dwell on it. Once the gown was secure, Uruha's head was tugged back, and he took a slow breath.
"Is your non-verbal safeword the same as last time?" While he waited for the answer, Aoi tied a strip of cloth over Uruha's eyes, and he realised with a shudder that he still didn't know everything that was beyond that curtain.
"Yes." Uruha's voice was soft, but certain, even though he could no longer see what was going on. He was used to being led blindly, however, and he let Aoi guide him through the room, presumably over to the section Reita was in.
"Open wide." Uruha obeyed, his excitement rising when something round was pushed between his lips, straps fastened behind his head. It felt like a ball gag, which was a bit different from their usual routine, but nothing so far felt usual. They had gone the extra mile for this, and Uruha briefly wondered where they had even found a place like this, but then he was being helped into the chair, and he lost his train of thought.
He heard Aoi's voice saying to strap him down, and the next thing he knew, padded cuffs were fastened around his wrists and ankles. The room was starting to get hot, despite him only wearing a thin robe that barely went past his thighs, and maybe it was just the lack of his sight that made him fixate on it, but he swore he could feel his blood rushing to his groin.
The chair started moving with a mechanical whir, the seat rising and the back lowering, until he was practically lying down, probably facing the ceiling, though it was impossible to tell for sure. Aoi and Reita were moving about, and he heard what sounded like a trolley being wheeled closer, followed by a bunch of sounds he couldn't quite identify. A feeling of helplessness was settling in, and Uruha shifted subtly, appreciating how meticulously he was secured, as well as the fact that he had no idea what was about to happen. "Prep the area."
Uruha furrowed his brows when his gown was lifted, the cloth bunching up around his stomach. He flinched when something damp touched his thigh, settling down again when he realised it was just a wipe of some sort being rubbed over his skin. A few more sounds went over his head, and then something was pressed on his thigh, in two spots a short distance apart.
"Starting on the lowest setting to see how he responds." As soon as Aoi had spoken, a faint tingle passed through Uruha's skin, but even though it was barely noticeable, he was caught off guard enough that he almost jolted out of the chair. A muffled gasp slipped out before he had time to compose himself, and he heard the grin in Aoi's tone. "Oh, that's quite the reaction."
Reita spoke again, and Uruha was surprised to hear his voice right next to his head. When had he moved? "Probably took him by surprise, but keep it at the same level to be sure." More tingles went from one pad to the other, and Uruha figured they must be electrodes of some kind. Aoi had mentioned he'd tried out a TENS unit for his migraines, was that what they were using? Whatever it was, it felt really nice now that he was prepared for it, and Uruha sighed quietly, relaxing once more.
"The patient is responding normally, increasing the intensity." Just the methodical manner Aoi was speaking in was enough to make Uruha shudder, even before he heard the beep of the machine and his skin tingled a little deeper. His inner thighs were sensitive, and the constant sensations provided by the electrodes were starting to feel really good. His crotch wasn't covered by the gown, and Uruha was certain both of them could tell that he was enjoying himself by now.
Wheels squeaked across the floor again, this time by his side, and he tried to listen for whatever Reita was up to. He was definitely setting something up, but it was hard to tell what, though it was clearly a complicated process. There was a chance Reita was taking longer than necessary to throw him off, but once again Uruha's thoughts left him when he noticed Aoi wiping down another area of his skin, this time on the other thigh.
A second pair of electrodes were stuck to his skin, mirroring the placement on his right leg, and mere seconds later, both his thighs were being stimulated, the sensations making him squirm. "Hold still, we've got more tests to run," came Reita's voice next to his head, but before Uruha had a chance to nod, a sudden jolt of electricity to his upper arm made him cry out. The chair squeaked as he pulled on his restraints, but it was no use, he was strapped down tight.
"Seems like the patient is starting to get twitchy." Aoi sounded pleased with himself, and Uruha wanted to shoot him a glare, but the blindfold fortunately prevented him from landing himself in more trouble. A second later, his arm was zapped again, and he furrowed his brows as he tried to figure out what Reita was doing. The sparks moved down his arm, almost to his wrist, and as it trailed along his skin, Uruha guessed it could be a violet wand. He hadn't had one used on him before, but he couldn't think of anything else that provided similar sensations. The electricity seemed to be following a rather precise point, arcing between his skin and the device like tiny bolts of lightning.
"Up the intensity while I change attachment." There was only so much Uruha could do to prepare himself, the buzzing on the inside of his thighs was constant, drawing his attention to the pleasure and making it hard to think. He thought he heard Reita unscrewing something, probably the attachment like he said, but he couldn't concentrate for long. His legs were trying to close by now, wanting to rub together, but it was no use, he was spread out and at their complete mercy.
Not that he minded. In fact, the tingling caused by the electricity was probably only half the reason why he was now fully hard, moaning softly against the gag. The vulnerability of being in such a position coupled with the objectifying, clinical way they were speaking about him was definitely arousing Uruha just as much as the physical sensations. Even when the sparks touched his shin, focused on three spots instead of one, he just shivered faintly. Like a fork, the electricity moved along his skin, an equal distance between them the entire time, and just before it reached his knee, it disappeared again.
The sensations returned on his other leg, moving in the same way just up to his knee, then disappearing again. Uruha had to quiet his breathing to make out what Aoi said. "Alright, you get him ready for the next step, I'll prepare what we'll need." Seconds later, the constant tingle in his thighs abruptly faded, and he nearly whined when the electrodes were removed from his body. It sounded like Aoi was moving around, but before Uruha could guess what he was doing, a sharp jolt to his outer thigh made him cry out.
"That got your attention, huh?" Despite the smirk evident in his tone, Reita was starting to sound breathless, though Uruha didn't get a chance to revel in the realisation. The electricity was concentrated on a single point again, this time even smaller than earlier, and the sensations were so intense when it traveled along his thigh, it was almost too much. Reita didn't seem to have any intention of pausing, however, and the sparks moved over to the inside of his thigh, causing him to arch his back with a sharp whine.
His legs quivered from the strain of trying to close, battling against the restraints to no avail. As the sparks moved further up, Uruha shook his head, bracing as best he could for what would probably follow. To his surprise, just before it reached his hip, the sensations disappeared again, though he could still hear the faint buzzing of the device, accompanied by two pairs of footsteps. He was mostly prepared when sparks brushed his other thigh, but the sharp pain trailed upwards again, and there was only so much anticipation would help in a situation like that.
The wand quickly shifted, and Uruha almost screamed when his balls were zapped with electricity, hoping the walls were soundproof, because the gag wasn't really doing much at this point. It did prevent him from sounding in any way coherent when he begged for mercy, however, sobbing softly and tilting his head in the direction he thought Reita was, but the electricity brushed his cock, and his words just turned to a muffled cry again.
"Sounds like we're ready to move on." The arousal was audible in Aoi's voice, but Uruha was no longer sure if he was pleased or concerned. Reita had turned off the violet wand, he could tell that much, but he was already panting harshly, rock hard from what they'd done to him. Something wet oozed into his slit, and he jerked away, though he didn't succeed in moving far. When Aoi's hand, still covered in that latex glove, closed around his dick, Uruha tensed up in anticipation.
Something hard pressed against his urethra, pushing into the slit with ease, stretching open his cock. No matter how many times it was done to him, Uruha loved being sounded. Just having something pushed into his dick, being fucked in ways he wasn't even meant to be fucked, was a massive turn on, and he leaned back and sighed happily, relaxing for a moment and just enjoying the sensations.
"Patient appears enthusiastic about the stretching process," Aoi said, and Uruha stopped himself from nodding. Metal clinked against metal when the handle of the rod bumped against his piercing, and the added sensation had Uruha squirming, whimpering quietly behind the gag. "Very enthusiastic, I'd say."
"You can probably move up to a bigger size." Once again, Uruha was surprised at how close Reita was, his voice sounding almost next to his head.
"We just need to widen the urethra enough to get a good sample, right?" Despite his wording, Aoi was already pulling the rod out of Uruha, and he silently hoped he would do as Reita said.
"True, but if it speeds up the process, might as well." It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what type of sample they were talking about, and when a different rod pushed into his dick, stretching it even further, Uruha knew they'd be getting it pretty soon. He was still shuddering faintly from the electrical play, now that Aoi was widening his slit all the way down to the base of his cock, he knew he wouldn't last even if he tried.
Aoi's grip on his cock shifted, the latex rubbing against his skin, and when he started slowly pulling the rod up, his thumb pressed against the shaft, probably feeling the metal inside. "Our patient's quite the deviant, huh?"
Uruha moaned in response, certain his cheeks were bright red at this point. Aoi had started fucking his dick with the rod, slowly thrusting it in and out of his slit, and he clenched his fists at his sides as he tried to hold on to the last of his willpower. Did he still have to wait for Reita's permission to cum? If so, he hoped he'd give the command soon, because Uruha was struggling to hold back by now.
"Seems like you're quite the deviant, yourself, Doctor." Reita's voice was lower than usual, which only served to drive Uruha closer to the edge he was already dangerously close to toppling over.
"Just get the vial ready." In one smooth motion, Aoi pulled the sounding rod out of his dick, leaving his side entirely, but before Uruha even had a chance to whine, a familiar hand gripped his dick, angling it and pressing the tip against a cold glass opening.
"Cum." The sound of Reita's commanding voice was more than enough, and Uruha's dick started throbbing in his hand soon after, spurting into whatever container was being held against it. Uruha didn't particularly care, just appreciating the orgasm and the sensations Reita's hand brought, gently massaging his dick while he tried in vain to push his hips up and ride his hand.
He eventually slumped back, chest rising and falling with every breath, and he barely heard what Reita said over the sound of his own pulse. "I'll take the sample back to the lab to get a fertility check, see if he's even worth the trouble."
Footsteps faded, and the sound of the curtain being pulled made Uruha frown, but there was no time to dwell on it. His cuffs were loosened from the chair, though he was far too tired to move, and he was grateful when hands on his hips pulled him down until his ass was at the edge of the seat. His wrist cuffs were connected to his ankles, knees bent almost to his chest and feet high in the air, and the blindfold was pulled over his head none too gently.
When his vision readjusted to the bright light, Aoi was grinning down at him from between his legs, popping a cap and smearing what Uruha assumed was lube over his hand. "Since you were such a good boy and cooperated with the tests, you deserve a treat."
Uruha sent him a grateful look, moaning again when a slick finger slid into his ass. He seized the opportunity to study the room he was in now that he was no longer blindfolded, turning his head as much as he could to check his surroundings. The curtain blocked off the rest of the room, but the section he was in looked to be about as big as the other side. There was a door on the opposite wall, but it was closed, and there was no way to tell where it led. Hopefully to a shower, Uruha thought to himself as a bead of sweat rolled down his temple.
He could see the violet wand and all its attachments on one of the trolleys, and the TENS unit on another one, along with a case of various sounding rods. The two Aoi had used on him were set aside, presumably to be cleaned later, but the sight of them had Uruha moaning quietly. Aoi followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. "Oh, yeah, you can take quite a lot inside you."
As he said it, he pushed in another finger, now slowly moving two inside Uruha's ass, almost too slowly for his liking. Even though he'd cum not long ago, Reita's relentless play had given him pretty decent stamina over the years. It would still take him a while to get physically hard again, but he was already spreading his legs as much as he could, trying to indicate that he wanted more.
"Hm? What's that?" Aoi cocked his head, pretending not to know what Uruha wanted, though his devious grin gave him away. "You want more, do you? Don't tell me you like this?"
Uruha narrowed his eyes, but he didn't deny it. He knew Aoi was just teasing, and that his best bet was just to remain still and wait. He would have smiled if he could when Aoi proved him right a moment later, pushing a third finger inside him and thrusting them faster. "Oh yeah, you're definitely enjoying yourself. What, do medical procedures typically turn you on?"
He shook his head lazily, moaning when Aoi's fingers pressed against a sensitive spot inside him, glancing up again to meet his gaze. "No? Are you gonna pretend it was just the physical sensations causing a reaction?" He shook his head again, and Aoi laughed. "Didn't think so."
If he hadn't been gagged, Uruha would have told him to shut up and get on with it, but truthfully, he didn't mind Aoi's stalling. He liked being teased, after all, even though his body was practically aching for him to bury his cock inside him and fuck his brains out. Thankfully, it seemed Aoi had neared the end of his own patience, because he pulled his fingers out and pushed his slacks down, reaching for the lube again.
The seconds it took him to pull his dick out and slick up felt like hours to Uruha, and he was ready to beg for it by the time the head of his cock pressed against his entrance, pushing past his rim with ease. Just then, Reita appeared from behind the curtain, and Uruha could have sworn his heart skipped a beat at the way he looked at him. His eyes seemed to devour him, moving up and down his body, until they met Aoi's gaze, and they both nodded silently.
Aoi pulled out and slammed back in, burying himself to the hilt with a moan, though it was drowned out by the sound Uruha made. It was somewhere between a whine and a moan, though when Aoi gripped his thighs and did it again, he barely had the presence of mind to catch his breath, just exhaling shakily while he was filled again and again. Aoi took a moment to establish a rhythm, at first just driving his cock into Uruha as he pleased, but eventually, he found a good pace and stuck to it.
Reita, meanwhile, had moved up behind Uruha, and he ran his fingers through his hair fondly before pulling his head up, forcing him to look at Aoi as if he hadn't already been watching every move he made. "Look at you, taking his cock so well. Who's a good slut?" Uruha hoped the question was rhetorical, because he didn't have it in him to do anything but continue his soft panting, watching as Aoi, still wearing a doctor's coat, pounded into him. "If it turns out you're not suitable breeding stock, maybe we'll keep you around as a break room whore, how's that sound?"
"Sounds perfect to me." Aoi's lips were parted, his breathing heavy, but he grinned anyway. "We can connect a tray to his nipples with chains, have him serve coffee all morning, and tie him to a table during lunch break. Let the entire hospital staff have their way with him."
Uruha moaned shakily, the pitch rising when fingers tugged at his dick ring, the piercing still pretty sensitive even though he had healed up nicely. "The way he reacted to that violet wand earlier, he'll be a fun toy. Just zap him and watch him squirm, gag him if his cries are too distracting."
"We'd never get any work done, though." Aoi's voice was becoming strained, his fingers digging into Uruha's thighs, and he clenched his ass around him to push him towards the edge. "Fuck, he's getting impatient."
"Fill him, then." Reita let Uruha's head drop to the chair, reaching for the lube and starting to undo his belt, while Aoi's thrusts sped up ever so slightly. He came with a loud groan, grinding his hips against Uruha's and doing as Reita said, filling his ass with his cum. His eyes closed, and he just slowly rocked his hips for a moment, until Reita nudged him with his shoulder.
He pulled out slowly, stepping away, and before the cum had a chance to trickle back out, Reita was pushing it deeper in. His cock filled Uruha perfectly, stretching him out, and he whimpered quietly from behind the gag. "I know, you love this, now be a good slut and take it." He nodded eagerly, groaning when Reita started thrusting, and he could have stayed like that for hours, legs spread, eyes half closed, moaning mindlessly while he fucked him as long as he liked.
He barely had the presence of mind to look up when Reita's hand closed around his throat, though he did tip his head back just slightly, a sign of his submission to him. He wasn't wearing his collar, unfortunately, though he couldn't have known what he thought was just going to be a medical appointment was really a ruse for a play session. Reita was truly devious, and Uruha would have to remember to complain to Kai later about them ganging up and tricking him.
Not that he minded. He was enjoying himself tremendously, and by now, his dick was back to full hardness again, jutting proudly up and swaying with every thrust of Reita's cock into him. The fingers around his throat tightened momentarily, and Uruha would have to consider bringing his collar with him in his bag wherever he went, because he truly did miss it in that moment. Then the hand disappeared entirely, Reita gripping his hips instead, holding him still while he fucked him hard, and Uruha moaned appreciatively.
As much as he loved riding Reita, showing him how much he loved his cock and how eager he was to be filled by him, there was just something so hot about being taken like this, with no leverage to push back, no say in how he was fucked. He was a vessel for others' pleasure, a toy for them to use however they pleased, and while part of him was embarrassed at how much he liked that, another part of him revelled in it shamelessly.
"Want to be filled again?" He nodded, still moaning steadily, and Reita grinned down at him. "Thought so. Moan for it, then." He lay into Uruha for a good minute, watching him with that piercing gaze of his, before he finally stilled, balls deep inside him. Uruha moaned, being louder than he strictly needed to to show his appreciation. Reita groaned as well, turning his head and pressing a kiss to Uruha's leg, lingering for a moment before he pulled out.
Tired, sated, and hard as a rock, Uruha didn't register what was going on for the next minute or so, focusing on catching his breath in case there was more to come. And as expected, when he lifted his head to see what the others were doing, Aoi was holding something up, something curved and made out of metal. It took him a second to realise what it was, and he tried to pretend like nothing, but his eyes must have betrayed his interest, because he received a pair of grins in return.
Aoi shifted between his legs again, resting one hand on his thigh while the one holding the speculum moved to push it slowly inside his ass. The metal felt odd inside him, but not quite as strange as when it started expanding, stretching him out and holding him open. Reita was standing next to Aoi, arms crossed, watching the display and humming at the sight. "Look at that. Wide open, cum slowly oozing out, and he's still fucking hard."
"Should we make him cum like this?" Aoi looked over his shoulder at Reita, who didn't respond, just walked around Uruha's knee so he was standing next to him instead. He flicked the piercing a few times, and Uruha sobbed quietly, practically incoherent at this point. He just wanted to cum, he didn't really care how it happened, though he was kind of glad he was gagged and tied up, still.
"Alright, since you've behaved so well, I'll let you cum again." Without further ado, Reita's hand wrapped around Uruha's dick, and he started jerking him. There was no gradual build or finesse to it, he just worked him up to his second orgasm, knowing exactly how to move his hand after decades of practice. Uruha was powerless to resist, both physically and otherwise. He couldn't even form a coherent thought, just moaned and squirmed while Reita stroked his dick and Aoi kept his ass gaped open, dripping cum steadily.
He lost track of time, if he ever had it to begin with, but by the time his orgasm hit him and he tensed up, he was so far gone, he barely registered Reita's words of praise while he milked him for all he had left. Cum pooled on his stomach, and he just panted happily, faintly noticing that he was being untied. His limbs were lowered slowly, legs dangling off the edge of the seat while it shifted back into its original position, and then Reita reached around to remove his gag.
"Thanks," he whispered, voice hoarse and sore, and Aoi handed him a bottle of water. He nodded gratefully and took a sip, then proceeded to down half the bottle when he realised he was more thirsty than he'd expected.
"Come on, there's a bathroom in the back." Reita curled his arm around Uruha, helping him over to the mysterious door, and Uruha smiled, relieved, when he saw there was indeed a shower. He was helped into it, and he leaned against Reita while Aoi got the gown off him and stripped down, only letting go long enough to switch so Reita could undress as well.
A minute later, he was sandwiched between the both of them, still a little out of it, but the warm water that cascaded down his back and washed away the sweat and cum did wonders. Aoi was pressed against his back, kissing his neck and whispering sweet words of praise, while Reita rubbed his thumbs over his hips in slow, soothing circles. "So, were we mean for springing that on you without warning?"
"Are you kidding?" Uruha mumbled, raising his head to meet Reita's gaze, smiling tiredly. "I feel amazing."
"Still, we didn't really give you any warning, with any of it."
"I trust you," Uruha said simply, burying his face in Reita's chest, grateful that Aoi's lips lingered at the back of his neck.
The grin was obvious in Reita's tone, even over the sound of the water running. "Your funeral."
"So did you rent this space? And convince Kai to lure me here?"
"Yeah." Reita chuckled breathlessly, nuzzling the top of Uruha's head. "At this point, if I just bring you somewhere, you'll probably figure something's up. I wanted to surprise you."
"You went to all that trouble just to surprise me? You're so sweet." Now that he had regained some of his strength, Uruha straightened up, pecking Reita's cheek before turning to Aoi, ruffling his hair. "And thank you for helping out."
"Believe me, my pleasure. Feel free to invite me next time, too." Aoi reached for the soap, starting to clean Uruha's chest, unable to resist flicking his nipple piercings. Uruha smiled, flicking his forehead in return.
"I'm sure we'll keep that in mind."
"So, what's the verdict? Should we buy a violet wand kit for home use as well?" Reita rubbed Uruha's shoulders firmly, and he tipped his head back with a hum, closing his eyes and just enjoying the hands on him right then.
"I'm nervous and intrigued at the same time."
"That's not a no."
Uruha smiled, reaching back to snake one arm behind Reita's neck, pulling him close enough that he could rest his head on his shoulder. "That's not a no."