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Medical Play

Intrulogical (Remus x Logan) Kinktober 2023 Day Twelve: Medical Play Warnings: needles, latex gloves, sedation drugs, aphrodisiac, blood, vivisection, gore, detailed dissection, eye fucking, restraints, overstimulation, untouched orgasms

"You're going to feel a pinch," Logan explains, as his gloved fingers flick against the side of a syringe. It's filled with a dark pink liquid, and Remus watches as bubbles float up the cylinder. Logan presses on the bottom, squeezing the excess air out, until a bit of the medicine comes shooting out of the needle as well. He then smiles slightly.

He circles around the metal table Remus is currently strapped too. It'd been a mess trying to convince Remus to lay still enough to allow Logan to buckle his wrists and ankles down, but now he was forced to lay flat and spread out, only able to raise his head and wiggle his fingers and toes.

"Following immediately after, you're going to feel intense amounts of lethargy and arousal. Mere side effects," Logan adds, as he runs his fingers down the length of Remus's bare arm.

Logan's latex gloves stick and drag along Remus's sweaty flesh, until Logan's pressing down against Remus's inner elbow.

He lets out a displeased hum. "You need to drink more water."

Remus snorts in response. "We're not even real. If you want me to make my veins thicker, you can just tell me to. It'd be fun to have giant veins running through my body anyway."

"No, no," Logan immediately objects, "this is fine. I might just miss it the first few pokes. But I'm sure you don't mind."

Logan holds Remus's forearm down - though Remus can't move it anyway - and pushes the needle into Remus's body. It slips easily into Remus's skin, but Logan's immediately pulling it out again and giving a very apathetic "whoops," before poking the needle into Remus's flesh twice more, purposefully missing until small beads of blood decorate Remus's arm. That's when he finally decides to stop teasing, and pushes the needle into Remus's vein, injecting the glowing medicine into Remus's bloodstream.

Remus groans as he feels the liquid begin to course through him, and licks his lips when Logan pulls the needle out. He knows the medicine is fast-working, but he doesn't expect it to be near immediate.

As his cock begins to grow hard, Remus lets out a snicker. "God, you're so fucking hot when you're serious, doc," he teases, but Logan just ignores him, dragging a small metal table over.

Atop it sits scalpels, needles, a small drill, and an extra pair of gloves.

Logan lifts himself onto the horizontal table, straddling Remus's hips and leaving Remus's half-hard cock grinding against his ass. He intentionally rubs over it a few times just to help work Remus up further, and smirks slightly when he sees Remus's eyes blink slowly.

"Fuck," Remus curses, with a soft groan, "I already feel heavy."

"Good," Logan curtly responds, "it means you'll be less likely to even try and squirm when I start cutting into you."

Remus moans; he knew it was coming, but it's still exciting as Logan disinfects the scalpel and prepares to vivisect him like he's just a piece of meat. Logan's gloves squeak as he runs his fingers over the metal tool, before he's setting it against Remus's upper chest, in the exact center of his body. Then, he's pushing the scalpel in.

Remus loudly cries out in lazy pleasure as he feels the sharp tool pierce him with ease, sliding into his skin and cutting it open with precision. Logan slices all the way down to his navel, making Remus's body burn with pain, and the injected aphrodisiac. As blood begins to pour down the sides of his ribs, he feels a wave of hot pleasure and extreme fatigue crash over him, making him gasp and struggle to articulate his thoughts.

He lets out a string of obscenities as Logan sets the scalpel back on the tray, only to let out a strangled noise as Logan carelessly plunges his hands into Remus's open chest.

Head thumping back against the metal table, Remus bites his bottom lip so roughly it bleeds, before trying to will his body upward to try and hump or grind against Logan's ass, or to at the very least arch his chest against his hands. But both the binds and the sedation drug has him unable to move at all. Even wagging his fingers feels like a tiresome challenge.

"I want you to skin me alive," Remus pants, as he feels Logan's latex fingers prodding inside of him, sliding over his ribs and liver, even squeezing his lungs and making him wheeze. "Please... please, keep my organs. If you-" he takes a moment to groan in pain, cock leaking against Logan's backside. "If you want them, they're yours."

"I don't need your permission," is Logan's only response, before Remus feels a maddening, painful ripping sensation as Logan tears his intestines from his body with sickening squelching sounds echoing throughout the room.

Remus grins in a daze of bliss, moaning out "oh, fuck," as he feels his insides burn with the same aphrodisiac-infused sensation the rest of his body is going through. The hair on the back of his neck is standing straight up as Logan gives him the feeling of being in danger - which makes sense considering Remus's intestines are currently wrapped around Logan's hands - but he loves it.

"You don't need these," Logan says, as he pulls the large, twisting intestine from Remus's stomach, and tosses it to the floor with a wet flop. "I'll dispose of them later." Logan rubs his gloves together, the blood smearing between the latex, before he wipes his hands dismissively on Remus's skin, staining it red. "You don't need your lungs, either. I think I'll remove those next."

As the arousing sedation drug begins to seed into Remus's head, he can only let out a foggy moan, watching Logan grab the drill and turn it on. The noise is overwhelmingly loud, and thus very soothing to Remus, who wishes he could raise his head and watch as he feels the vibrations from the drill push into his muscles.

The pulsating pain is briefly interrupted by burning hot agony as the drill grinds into his ribcage and cuts it open, allowing Logan to sever the stem attaching Remus's throat to his lungs, and pull his lungs out.

He shows them to Remus, who's teary eyes flicker with excitement, and then tosses them to the ground as well.

Remus can't breathe anymore. He doesn't need to, but when he has the ability it's involuntary, so now he's just taking in wheezy gasps of air that aren't cycled through him and thus aren't processed. He feels like he's suffocating, and his toes curl in sheer delight.

Logan hums as he gazes into Remus's chest, before sliding up on Remus's torso so that he was straddling Remus's open ribcage.

He takes the syringe, and a small bottle of unnamed liquid, which he injects into Remus's neck, which has Remus moaning immediately as even more pleasure and arousal spills into him. He lets out a garbled, bloody cry of "please, please, please," but being unable to breathe makes it harder to talk, so Logan's hardly even able to understand him.

Logan takes his gloves off of his hands, letting Remus hear the latex squelch as they slide over Logan's skin, and then watches with a whimper as Logan balls them up and shoves them into his mouth. Immediately Remus is sucking his own blood cells off of them, swallowing them down to his cut up innards while Logan slides on the clean pair of gloves, and disinfects his scalpel yet again.

"This is going to pinch, too," Logan says, as he leans over Remus's face and spreads his eyelid open, forcing Remus to stare at the small tool rapidly descending on his eye.

The scalpel presses into the side of his eye and slides beneath it, severing the optic nerves behind it and cutting it free from his skull. The pain's so intense that Remus feels like his head is going numb, and drool drips absentmindedly down the corner of his open mouth as he lets out a shuddering breath in place of an excited scream, as he can't hold enough air to make any sort of noise above a whisper.

With a satisfying pop, Logan plucks Remus's eye right out of his skull, and dangles it briefly over Remus's face. Remus stares at it with his one remaining eye - half of his vision submerged in darkness - and then lets his eyelids flicker shut in excitement as Logan drops the squishy thing on his face, before it rolls off of his cheek and down onto the floor with a splat.

"There. Now you have a hole in your face. How wide do you think your eye socket is?" Logan asks, while unzipping his pants.

"Big... enough..." Remus gasps.

Logan seems pleased with that answer, and moves forward the rest of the way, kneeling on either side of Remus's face as he pulls his cock out.

His half hard shaft springs out of his pants and hits Remus in the face, smearing pre in his hair. Logan momentarily grinds his length over Remus's cheek and lips, before pulling it away and positioning it at the fresh, leaking hole he just made in Remus's head.

Remus feel's the tip of Logan's cock slide against the entrance of his eye socket, and wishes he could touch his cock.

It's aching and tantalizing, and he feels like he's being purposely edged. Pleasure and pain race through his chest and all the way down to his balls, and even the beads of precome rolling down his length feel amplified, as though it's somebody dragging their nail down his shaft.

Remus tries to beg Logan to touch him - even though it'd be impossible in Logan's current position - but all that comes out of him is a wet cough that splatters blood over Logan's already red-covered doctor's coat.

Then, Logan's thrusting his cock into Remus's socket without warning, pushing Remus's head hard against the metal table as he humps Remus's face, fucking the bloody opening and using the red liquid as makeshift lube. His cock repeatedly fucks into Remus's nerves and even against his mushy, overwhelmed brain. Remus's eye rolls back into his head at the feeling of Logan pushing repeatedly into his skull, quite literally fucking his brains out. Logan's rough with him, hardly caring whether or not Remus is getting off on this, but Remus is.

He can hardly think as his brain is violated, and his wrists strain against his restraints. He wants to touch, but he's not even sure he could move his hands if they were free.

Above him, Logan moans, soft and almost repressed, as though he'd been fighting to swallow it down. He slides his hand behind Remus's head and lifts it slightly to give himself more leverage, rolling his hips against Remus's face and fucking his cock deep into the slick mass inside of Remus. It's hot and it's defiling, and amongst his soft noises Logan gasps "I can't wait to make a mess of your brain," which has Remus's overstimulated body trembling.

All of his senses felt overly stimulated due to his sensory receptors being amplified due to the aphrodisiac. Each bit of sweat that rolled down his body felt stimulating, and Logan's knees even slightly grazing against the sides of his bloody neck has Remus moaning.

With Logan's fingers pulling unintentionally at his hair, jolts of pleasure were being sent down his spine, and as Logan whimpers and thrusts particularly hard into Remus's head, Remus comes untouched, and without a sound.

If Remus could speak, he'd be letting out a slew of obscenities and generally off-colour remarks about how hot this is and how he wants Logan to violate every nook and cranny of his body like this, but he can't, and so he instead drools a mixture of saliva and blood and tries to watch Logan thrust into his skull with his one remaining eye. The smell of his own blood and their mixed sweat stings Remus's nose, and as he flicks his tongue upwards he can taste the blood that's leaked from his eye and into his mustache, but even moving his tongue saps the energy from him. He's tired, and he's heavy, and he's horny, and Logan's cock is thrusting into his wrinkled brain.

Remus can feel the blood rushing back to his cock as his arousal builds again. He grins sickly as he hears Logan whimper above him, his thrusts getting more and more sloppy. He gets a glance of Logan biting his knuckles, blood from the latex smearing over his lips as he thrusts, shaking slightly as he uses Remus to pleasure himself.

"I'm going to keep you strapped here all day," Logan mumbles, filling Remus's ringing ears with his hushed, trembling voice. "I'll cut holes into different parts of you and see how they feel around me. God, I have to find my clipboard..."

Logan's hands tangle tighter in his hair, pulling on it roughly as he brings Remus's face closer to his pelvis, climbing rapidly to his own orgasm.

His body is hot, though he knows it's probably incomparable to the bleeding, burning sensations Remus was no doubt experiencing, but he's smart enough to know he's getting close. And that when he comes, he wants to come inside Remus.

"I can't wait to observe your behavior after your brain's forced to swim in my semen," Logan says, genuinely excited. His voice is brimming with curiosity and pleasure. "Do you think it'll impair any of your abilities? Like walking, or talking, or-" He cuts himself off with a gasp, and whines as he fucks harder into Remus's skull. Anything he was saying is lost in a sudden slurry of gasps and moans, before he's thrusting deep into Remus's skull - his cock pressing hard against Remus's brain - and pulling Remus's head against his hips, right as he reaches his peak.

He comes loud and rather messily into Remus, filling Remus's brain with hot semen that Logan partially fucks out of him with a few meek hip movements intended to pleasure Logan through his orgasm. With a few more short, uncalculated jerks of his hips, Logan pulls out, and sits back on Remus's chest with his spent cock hanging lazily between his legs.

Logan watches as the pinkish mixture of blood and come spills from Remus's eye socket, and has to look away out of both excitement and disgust.

But Remus just croaks out some unintelligible words, which has Logan glancing over his shoulder to stare at Remus's leaking cock, waiting to spill at any moment. Logan sighs, and flips over, straddling Remus's carved open chest, and grimacing when his hips sink deep into Remus's stomach due to his lack of organs.

He mumbles something like "fascinating," but it sounds more sarcastic than genuine, and then lazily drags his gloves over Remus's cock.

The slick, bloody latex rubbing over his burning cock has Remus coming in a matter of seconds.

He's completely silent throughout it, but he's had no choice but to be, and Logan works him through his orgasm before pulling his second pair of gloves off and tossing those to the floor as well. Dismissively, Logan says "maybe I should try cutting your cock off at some point... do you think if I fucked the resulting hole, you'd get off on it?" but even Remus is too fucked out to process it.

Logan slides off the table and stares at Remus for a moment, and the mess spread around the formerly pristine emergency-room knockoff, and then waves his hand.

Both he and Remus suddenly land in Logan's bed, with Logan more exhausted after the overexertion of his summoning abilities, but Remus finally being able to take in a huge breath of air as his organs were merely snapped back into his own body. All of the pain has subsided, though as Remus looks down at his bare chest, he's delighted to see Logan's left him with a scar.

"Oooo," Remus sings, wiggling his eyebrows, "you left me a little memento?" He turns to lay on his side, grinning excitedly at Logan who looks unimpressed by the question.

"Not quite. I figured if you ever wanted to replicate tonight while alone, it'd be nice to have a guide. Though, forgive me if I admit that I don't expect you to be so precise with your cuts. Even with a guideline, I'm afraid you might not do it perfectly."

"Well, you could always use it as a guide, if you were ever willing to redo this scenario."

Logan considers it for a moment, before shaking his head. "No thanks. Next time, I'd like to cut into you in other places."

That has Remus moaning dramatically, as if Logan's words further excited him. Logan looks annoyed at this, and turns away from him. But Remus just snuggles up behind him, pressing his lanky body against Logan's.

In his ear, Remus laments "you could have at least left your mess in my skull. I would have loved to turn my head and feel your come sloshing around," but after Logan's hand flings behind him to slap Remus's side in annoyance, Remus shuts up, though does make sure to keep the idea of a "next time" in mind.

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