Turn And Cough
Mohinder smirked as he heard Sylar’s clothes rustle behind the privacy screen. He was notorious for his cruelty and thirst for blood and Mohinder found it exciting to have him completely at his mercy.
The once fearsome man stepped out from behind the screen in just a thin cotton gown. His hair was floppier than usual, he had left out his gel and the way it fell round his face softened his appearance.
“Lie down on the bed please, on your side, and we’ll do your prostate exam first.” Mohinder made a show of stretching a latex glove before easing it on and snapping it tight.
Sylar wasn’t going to let Mohinder get the better of him. He would put up with this humiliation and be the bigger man. It was a simple medical procedure, one which the doctor had done many many times before. If he wanted to be unprofessional that was his problem.
Mohinder strolled round to the bed, Sylar’s back to him, his pale backside on display in the backless gown. “Bend your left leg up please, so I can get access to your anal passage.”
“You’re a smooth talker Mohinder.” Sylar drew his knee up and felt Mohinder’s ungloved hand on the back of his thigh.
“This may feel strange but it shouldn’t hurt, please tell me if it does.” Mohinder positioned his lubricated finger at Sylar’s entrance and pushed in in one smooth motion. He started making circular motions around the muscle. Within seconds he could feel it was healthy, and he had been certain it would be, with Sylar’s healing ability, but he gave it a few more nudges, satisfied only when Sylar gave a high pitched whine. “Sorry, did I hurt you?” Mohinder grinned knowingly.
“N…No. S’fine.” He was hard as a rock and just hoped he could will it away by distracting himself.
“I’m going to remove my finger now.” Mohinder pulled out his finger out slowly and handed Sylar some tissues. “There, you can clean up the lube. Then I need you to sit on the bed for me while I examine your genitals.” Mohinder smiled as he turned away.
“What?!” Sylar forgot to be cool for just a moment and instantly regretted it.
Mohinder gave him his best innocent look. “It’s part of the exam. I need to check on the health of your testes.”
Sylar sighed, swinging his legs to the side of the bed and hitching up his gown to reveal his naked bottom half. He was fine until Mohinder stood in front of him, his beauty and the promise of his touch, however clinical, making him harden. He tried to think of anything that would kill his ardour. Dead puppies, naked old women, Noah Bennet… “Oh..er…” That last one backfired and Sylar blushed as Mohinder smiled.
“Please don’t be embarrassed, it’s a perfectly natural reaction.” Mohinder placed his thumbs on the base of Sylar’s cock and ran his fingers down the underside. “Well there’s nothing wrong with your circulation. We’re getting some nice blood flow.” He kept one hand wrapped around Sylar’s cock as he felt his balls, running his fingertips over the soft skin and rolling them as he did so. Sylar was breathing heavily and he was hard as all hell, trying to claw back some dignity but failing as he realised his dick was getting wet at the tip. His cheeks were burning up and he felt like crying at the humiliation. “Just the sperm sample now and then we’re done.” Mohinder stared into his eyes, daring him to argue.
Sylar took a deep breath through his nose, gritting his teeth. “Fine. What do you want me to do?”
Mohinder grabbed a plastic cup from a trolley and held it in front of Sylar’s face. “Just go behind the screen and …fill it. There are some magazines I can get you, would you like heterosexual or homosexual porn?”
Sylar was getting angry now. He jumped off the bed and snatched the cup, grabbing Mohinder’s hair and kissing him hard. “I’ll just think about you doctor. I’ll imagine you on your knees in front of me while I come on your pretty face. Okay?” He gave a smile and wandered behind the screen.
Mohinder ran a hand through his messed hair. If Sylar wanted to play dirty he could play dirty. He waited for a moment before walking over the screen and pulling it back. The site in front of him was breathtaking. Sylar was completely naked, stood with legs apart, proudly jerking his thick cock with his head back and eyes closed.
Mohinder heard himself whimper and Sylar’s eyes opened slowly and with no surprise. “You want to help me doc?”
“If it’ll speed things up so I can get my paperwork done.” Mohinder batted Sylar’s hand away and wrapped his fingers around his cock, his other hand braced on his shoulder. He started to stroke, his long fingers caressing Sylar’s hardness. “How long will this take? I have other people to see.”
Sylar panted. “And are they…oh…gonna get all this special treatment.”
Mohinder stepped up to him, licking his bottom lip and nipping it. Sylar forced his tongue into Mohinder’s mouth and held his hips while the stroking got firmer. “Did you like having your finger in my ass Mohinder? I liked it, feeling you inside me like that, pleasuring me. And now you’re jerking me off, why you’re like my own little private whore.”
Mohinder suddenly dropped to his knees, jerking at the base of Sylar’s cock and sucking the rest, rolling his tongue around the tip. Sylar felt himself tense and scrunched his hand into Mohinder’s hair, pulling back and coming over his face. With his eyes closed and his mouth hanging open blissfully as white striped his skin Mohinder had never looked so beautiful to Sylar. He scrabbled behind him and produced some of the tissues that Mohinder had offered after the prostate exam, cleaning off his face gently. Mohinder stood, a little shamefaced, and Sylar saw the wet patch on the front of his pants. “Oh Mohinder, I’m flattered. And I’m sorry if the sample isn’t er…usable.” He tossed the tissue to one side, shrugging.
“Oh that’s alright Sylar, we have all day to get another one.”