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Peter sat anxiously in a hospital gown on a gurney in the med bay, kicking his feet back and forth. The door to the exam room he's in slides open, and Dr Strange walks in, looking pointedly at a clipboard. He's wearing dark grey scrubs that cut across his shoulders in clean lines, a white coat trailing behind him as he walks into the room.
"Mr Parker?" He asked, a drawl in his voice that showed how little he cared about this interaction. Peter swallowed thickly.
"Y-yes, sir," he breathed, watching as Dr Strange came to stand in front of him. "What's wrong with me, Doctor?" Peter batted his eyelashes as he looked up at the man, pink lips drawn into a pout.
"Well, Mr Parker, I can't know that until I do a physical," He pulls a stethoscope from around his neck, pressing it to Peter's chest to listen to his heart. "Can you take a deep breath for me?" He muttered, looking off as he listened. Dr Strange hummed, moved the stethoscope, and hummed again.
"Your breath sounds are good, but you're mildly tachycardic," he put the stethoscope away, "I'm going to need to examine your chest further. Rule out an MI. Remove your gown?" It was intoned like a question, but Peter knew it wasn't. He slid the thin hospital gown off his shoulders, and cold air hit him like a wave. It sent bumps across his skin. Dr Strange reached his gloved hand forward and pressed his fingertips against the skin of Peter's left breast. He hummed, cupping it in his hand and giving it a firm squeeze. Peter's breath caught in his throat as Dr Strange rolled his nipple between his fingers.
"I'm not feeling any abnormalities here," he hummed. Slowly, he dragged his hand across Peter's chest and tugged at his right nipple. "You don't seem to be having an MI, but I'll order an EKG to rule it out for sure. Lay back for me."
Peter responded as though it were second nature for him. Dr Strange pressed his fingers into various places on Peter's abdomen.
"Any pain?" he asked. Peter shook his head curtly.
"N-no, doctor. No pain."
Dr Strange hummed, his two prodding fingers shifted to a flat palm that rubbed in smooth circles on his abdomen. His deep, blue eyes flicked up to look into Peter's, and there was a swirl of mischief there.
"Remind me of your chief complaint?" He says, full knowledge that the "chart" he had was blank.
"I, uhm, have... Pain. In my privates."
Dr Strange nodded slowly.
"When did the pain start, Mr Parker?"
He huffed, "Oh, Idunno, a couple days ago, maybe?"
"Patient complains of pain in the genital region, lasting for three days," he notes to himself, still rubbing circles on his stomach. "How would you describe this pain, and rate it on a scale of 0 to 10?"
Peter bites at his lip, shifting his hips from side to side.
"Uh... like an ache? And probably a 6."
Dr Strange moved away from him and walked back over to the table where he set his clipboard. He wrote something down, though it looked as though he was just scribbling. He sighed, then looked over at Peter with a tired glare.
"Mr Parker, are you sexually active?" He asked, a slight tick in the corner of his jaw. Peter pouts at the question, a blush creeping across his cheeks.
"No," he said pointedly, "I am not."
Dr Strange raised an eyebrow at him--a knowing look.
"Would you consent to a pelvic exam, Mr Parker?"
His flush only deepened.
"Wh-why? What does that even entail? I-I don't think I should--"
"I assure you, Mr Parker, it is very necessary." Dr Strange said as he pulled a stool to the end of the gurney.
"I'll need to rule out any sexually transmitted diseases or possible injury."
Peter bit his lip, looking down at Dr Strange with a wild fire in his eyes.
"I already told you, Doctor, I've never. had. sex."
Dr Strange raised an eyebrow at him before sitting up straight.
"Do you consent or not?"
Peter stared at him for a moment before nodding slowly.
"Bring your knees up, feet together," Dr Strange placed a hand on his legs. "Drop your knees."
Peter stared at him with wide eyes as he coated his fingers with lube.
"D-don't you need a kit o-or one of those...scoopula things or--" Dr Strange cuts him off with a scoff, looking up at him judgmentally.
"No, all of that's just for TV. This is how we really do it." Peter frowned at him, squirming on the bed. Slowly, Dr Strange slid two of his fingers into Peter's cunt. It was wet, and his fingers popped and squelched as they pushed in.
"There's a significant increase in the patient's vaginal transudation." Dr Strange noted. Peter raised an eyebrow at him, sighing exasperatedly.
"Can you say that in English?" he huffed.
"It means," Dr Strange pressed his fingers up into his g-spot, sending shockwaves down his spine, "you're wet," he scolded. Peter whined desperately, bucking his hips to chase the sensation.
"Are you sure you're a virgin, Mr Parker? You're responding so much to the stimulation and," a sweep of his fingers around Peter's cunt, "I can't seem to find your hymen. Now, I'm no OB/GYN, but I think--"
"It's further in there!" Peter yelped, eyes wide and crazy. Curls of hair fell into his face as he tried to fuck himself on Strange's fingers. Dr Strange grabbed his hip to still him, resulting in a keening whine from Peter's throat.
"Repeat that."
"M-my hymen?" Peter said quietly, "It's really far in there. Y-you're gonna need something longer than your fingers to get it." He breathed. Dr Strange raised an eyebrow.
"Oh, really?" Peter nodded vigorously, sending his messy curls bouncing.
Dr Strange chuckled in disbelief before pulling his fingers out of Peter's cunt.
"And what, exactly, do you suggest I use instead?" Dr Strange asked, eyebrow raised. Peter swallowed, looking at him with wild eyes.
"Uhm... a scoopula?" Dr Strange rolled his eyes.
"A speculum isn't used for that purpose." Peter's cheeks stained red in embarrassment. Dr Strange looked around the exam room, arms crossed over his chest. Peter watched, mesmerized, as his muscles bulged.
"I suppose I could use some sort of... swab." He said, eyes dark. "But it might cause some discomfort. It's quite large."
Peter scoffed, pawing the air.
"It's not that big."
Dr Strange stared at him, face blank and unreadable, before he jumped into action.
"Remove your gown completely, please."
Peter eagerly removed his gown, watching in excitement as Strange pulled his cock out of his scrub pants. He slicked it up with a bit of lube before sliding it into Peter's cunt.
Peter whined, high in his throat, as Strange bottomed out inside of him.
“Do you know what's wrong with me, Doc?” He stuttered, eyes fluttering shut at the stretch of Stephen inside of him.
“I need to continue the examination before I can make a diagnosis,” Strange said with ease, sliding in and out of Peter.
Peter drew his knees up, sliding back against Strange's cock as he fucked him slowly. He moaned, jaw slack with pleasure, as Strange pushed into him all the way to the base, sinking every last inch of him into Peter's cunt. Then, suddenly, he pulled out. Gripping his cock at the base, he rested it between Peter's folds and stared at it in thought.
"There's no blood." Dr Strange raised an eyebrow at Peter's confused expression. "You see, I inserted the swab as far back as your vaginal canal goes, but nothing ruptured."
Peter's face flamed an unholy shade of embarrassed red.
"Let me ask you again, Mr Parker--" Dr Strange lined his cock up with Peter's cunt "--are you sexually active?" He slammed his cock home, and a scream tumbled from Peter's lips.
"Y-yes!" He moaned, head thrown back in ecstasy. "B-but, does that mean I have an STD?" Peter looked up at Strange with wide, wild eyes.
"It's a possibility," Strange murmured. He thrusted into Peter at a slow rhythm, rubbing a gloved hand over his stomach.
"A better diagnosis, however," Dr Strange grabbed Peter by the leg, pulling his hips flush to his torso, "is that you are a needy. little. slut."
Peter gasped at the stretch, his eyes rolling back in his head.
"I-I'm not," he whined. He tried to argue, but Dr Strange levelled him with a knowing glare.
"How many people have you fucked before me?" He asked derisively, eyes narrowed.
Peter shook his head, writhing on the gurney as waves of pleasure washed over him.
"I-I'm not! I..." he groaned, pleasured sobs wracking through him.
"You are," Strange grit. "You are a dirty little slut. You're so hungry for cock that you're aching for it."
Peter whimpered, squeezing around Strange's cock like a vice as he got nearer to climax.
"Wh-what's the treatment?" he asked quietly, voice trembling. Dr Strange smirked down at him.
"For being a slut?"
Peter nodded vigorously.
"Cum."
Peter groaned loudly, squeezing down on Dr Strange's cock.
"I should probably get treatment r-right away," Peter mumbled, vision going hazy. Strange smiled at him. He brought his gloved hand down from Peter's stomach and carefully pressed his thumb to Peter's clit. The pleasure from the pressure sent shock waves down his spine. He came like a fountain, gushing slick around Strange's cock as it fucked into him.
It didn't take the doctor much longer before he was cumming inside of Peter's cunt, filling him up. Strings of it followed his cock out as he fucked Peter through his orgasm, dripping onto the sheets of the gurney beneath them.
As Strange's thrusts slowed, Peter fought to regain his breath.
"Th-thank you, Doctor," he puffed, bringing a trembling hand up to rest on Strange's stomach. Dr Strange looked down at him, smiling, before pulling out and tucking himself back into his scrub bottoms.
"Are you alright?" Stephen asked.
Peter smiled up at him, brown eyes shimmering with mischief and satisfaction.
"Uh-huh." Strange seemed relieved at the news, he wiped sweat from his brow as he wiped sweat and cum off of Peter's thighs.
"Did you enjoy the scene?" Peter asked timidly, eyes wide, voice vulnerable. Stephen stared at him for a moment before nodding, resolute. Honest. Peter smiled up at him.
"Any problems you wanna address for next time?"
" Yeah, 'Scoopula,' " Stephen scoffed. "You're such an idiot!" He laughed. Peter shot up off the gurney.
"I forgot what it was called!"