Doctor's First Time

Sydney is going through his pharmacy, trying to find a drug that will paralyze him, but leave him conscious and aware of sensation.

Jess walks into the doctor’s room, quiet on his bare, pale feet. He wraps his arms around Sydney’s waist, peering over his shoulder.

The doctor starts, catching falling medicine bottles, turning to glare at the intruder touching him. His gaze softens when he sees it’s Jess. “Oh, it’s you.”

“Who else?” Jess chuckled, kissing Sydney’s ear. “What are you up to?”

Sydney stands perfectly still, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling. “I, ah, was seeing if I had anything that might allow us to try what I proposed. I think this might suffice.” He holds up a bottle.

Jess read the label, neatly handwritten by the doctor, nodding. Still kissing Sydney’s ear gently, he murmurs, “That will do, if it satisfies you.”

“Are you…busy?” the doctor isn’t used to being so shy and uncertain, and can’t decide if he likes it or not.

“Not at the moment.” He tightened his big arms around the lean doctor.

Sydney goes limp, trusting that Jess is strong enough to catch him, and that he will. “Would you like to try it now?” he asks, more confidently.

“Yes,” Jess purred. “Is it an injection?”

Sydney nods, almost imperceptibly, his head resting on the chef’s shoulder. “I have a gurney…”

Jess reread the label, then fished a syringe out of Sydney’s bag, filling it, tapping it, releasing the trapped air, then sliding it into Sydney’s inner elbow.

Sydney is a little surprised--he’s been fantasizing about this…most of his life…but he hadn’t had a chance to think, to question, to…ohhh…he feels himself going limp as the industrial strength muscle relaxant takes effect. He wonders if this is how dying feels. It’s…rather nice. He’s completely helpless--soon his muscles will be so relaxed, he won’t be able to voluntarily move anything but his eyes (his breathing and heart will continue, but greatly slowed).

Jess smiles down at him, picking him up into his arms, against his broad chest and belly. He lays him on the gurney, delicately, arranging his limbs the way he wants.

The doctor gives him a little smile with his eyes, resigning himself to his fate, very much enjoying the treatment.

Jess gently stripped the doctor of his clothing, cutting them off where he couldn't lift. It didn't take long before he had the doctor's pale corpse laid out on the gurney.

Sydney feels his erection growing, with some surprise. Yes, he is turned on by this, but he's hadn't expected to be hard in front of Jess. He decides it must simply be his blood vessels being relaxed, as well. He wonders if his body temperature is lower, imagining Jess sliding a thermometer up his rectum to check.

Jess slowly strokes his palms down Sydney's body. He check's the man's pulse at the wrist, then slides his hand up the muscle of his forearm, upper arm, to the shoulder. His broad hand tests the muscle of Sydney's lean chest, pinching, cupping, feeling all the way down to his thigh.

The doctor shivers, or would, if his muscles were still under his control. He relishes the sensation of being explored so intimately, wondering if he'll be taken to the freezer. In his mind, Jess is wearing a lab coat and stethoscope. He especially enjoys having his pulse taken. His pupils are fully dilated.

Jess smiles, taking a moment to breathe in, happily. His fingers wrap around Sydney's cock gently, but instead of stroking or stimulating him, he simply explores, pulling the foreskin back with his thumb, sliding a finger down the underside to the base, rolling his testicles in his hand gently.

Sydney feels everything, helpless to suggest anything, to move to get more stimulation, anything. He wishes he had had more time to prepare, so he could have hidden items and wounds, but...He has enough interesting scars that he's sure Jess will at least discover something.

Jess's fingers deftly found the needlemarks in Sydney's elbow, the scalpel scars on his thighs, the healed break in his collarbone and the soft white burn marks on his palm. He took his time exploring, feeling no need to rush or to get into anything more than what he wanted.

The helpless doctor is aware of everything, every touch, every sensation, especially his overly-hard cock, as he feels Jess discover his life through his body. He is just as satisfied as he had imagined he would be, and he gives a tiny sigh of relief and happiness--his breathing is significantly slowed, as is his pulse.

Jess runs his fingers over the doctor's lips, leaning down to press his own lips to Sydney's neck. He kissed the skin tenderly, breathed on the spot, then bit down hard, sucking at the skin.

Sydney remembers doing just this to the boys' corpses he's fucked over the years, goosebumps rising on his skin. His breathing speeds up as much as it can.

Jess kissed the bite mark after he was done sucking, his breath hot against it. He took Sydney's limp hand and, undoing his pants, pressed his erection into it, folding the man's fingers around it.

Sydney feels liquid dribble down his erection, pooling in the hollow of his hip. This reminder of his mortality bothers him, but only for a moment--he, of all people, knows corpses are perfectly capable of cumming. His eyes are wide and fixed on Jess.

Jess slides the cold hand up and down his cock, closing his eyes with pleasure. He hadn't expected himself to enjoy the doctor's kinks as much as he was, but he was glad.

The doctor finds himself relishing the feeling of having his hand fucked, and not having to do anything about it. In its own way, this is just as good as fucking a dead boy--in neither case is he expected to perform.

Jess continues until his cock starts to dribble on Sydney's palm, the wet drops making the scars stand out further. Jess takes the man's hand into his, licking the precum off his palm, sucking on his fingers as if he could suck the meat right off the bone.

Sydney's eyes flicker back and forth, the most movement he can manage as the chef continues to use his helpless body.

Jess finishes with Sydney's hand, cock harder than ever. He pulls the man to the end of the gurney, lifting his legs and quickly tying them up with cooking twine so he has better access to Sydney's entrance. He kisses the man's thigh, down to his perineum, licking there and then sliding his tongue inside Sydney.

Sydney has never experienced this particular sensation before, and his eyes widen with slightly repulsed shock...then he realizes that it's actually quite nice. He has, of course, fucked himself on nicely erect corpses, but...

Jess fucks Sydney with his tongue for a few long moments before licking his way up to the tip of the man's cock, swirling his tongue over the head.

Sydney feels himself start to spurt in the other's mouth, the sensation made a little surreal by his inability to move.

Jess slides his mouth over the doctor's cock, slowly taking it all into his mouth, the sensation overwhelmingly hot and tight.

The 'corpse' finishes in the chef's mouth, eyes twitching wildly. He remains hard even when he's finished, the muscle relaxants keeping the blood trapped in his penis.

Jess swallowed the corpse's fluids, sitting up and wiping his mouth. He undressed completely, laying his clothes to the side, and got up on the gurney. He fished out a bottle of lubrication from his pocket and prepared himself and Sydney, sliding a slick finger into the man's ass. He didn't prepare for long however, quickly replacing the finger with his cock.

Sydney squeaks, the sound trapped behind his closed lips. He quickly realized that -all- of him is relaxed, the finger sliding in easily. He's really glad he hadn't had to piss when Jess injected him...he's a little startled by the sight of Jess naked, his eyes rolling as much as they can to see the chef. He's...chubby. Almost fat. Although, the doctor reflects, thin cooks are a little suspect.

Jess takes his time fucking Sydney, angling his cock just right to hit the man's nerve endings, the head of his cock hitting Sydney's prostate again and again.

Sydney moans in his throat, his breathing becoming heavier. He realizes that the muscle relaxant is beginning to wear off, so he clenches around Jess' cock.

Jess finally becomes more vocal, giving a loud moan. He tightens his fingers in Sydney's thighs, fucking the boy harder.

Sydney moans as well, the sound finally coming out of his now slightly-parted lips, his toes curling as movement returns to them. His cock softens, and he laughs softly--not his usual reaction to being fucked. Quite counter-intuitive, the timing.

Jess puts a hand around Sydney's throat, eyes locking with the doctor's, forcing his cock in to the base. He starts to cum in spurts inside Sydney.

Sydney's eyes go wide, and his ass tightens even more, his hands clutching at the sheet that covers the gurney. His soft cock and balls rub against Jess' equally soft stomach.