#medical.

[heaven-ly-father]

ohhh i want my boyfriend to play evil sexy doctor with me. I wanna be his freaky little test subject

Wanna see him get all clinical and torture me and ask questions about what he's doing <3 Asking me to describe sensations for him and writing things down,; GOD

I want him to slap my cunt until I'm crying and ask me how it feels. I want him to force me to cum and keep track of how many times I can take it. Quieting my pleas to stop with short, quick kisses and praises. Noting whichever toys get the best responses. Maybe he should make me count out loud.

I want him to fuck me stupid while he remains perfectly level-headed and clear. I wanna beg him for more and beg him not to stop and have those requests completely ignored <33 Because it's not up to me, he's the professional after all.

We're gay trans men. Cis ppl dni.

[phleb0tomist]

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[medcoric]

Abandoned operating theatre 1. 2. And 3. (Featuring discarded various equipment) | source video

[x-raykinks]

I'm a nurse at the newest Spravado treatment center, specializing in treating the toughest cases of depression with the newest FDA approved esketimine treatment. I teach new patients how to administer medication and assist in any needs in the 2 hours they are required to stay.

What I don't have to do is watch you touch yourself while you experience your treatment. I mean, while we have private sections, of course we have cameras. I should come in there and kick you out, ban you from our treatment centers, but I know how bad you need this.

I also know how to bump the right button to shut off the cameras for that room and blame it on an accident. We've talked about your depression rating and what's been making your life seem so bleak. I know kicking you out of this place would be worse for your mental health overall.

So, I ignore it. I could have just watched, heard your pitiful moans and the sounds of your stupid cunt. But I hear the slightest whimper of a name, a name I've heard almost every day for years. My name.

A verbal growl comes from my mouth as I stalk my prey, dissociated from the world, blinded and deafened by headphones and the prettiest pink eye mask. Quickly, I snake my hand around your head and cover your mouth, grabbing your wrist with my other hand and replacing where it once was, ever so slowly. You lift up your mask with a slick hand, and I nearly orgasm myself from the fear, confusion, and arousal in your eyes.

"Repeat after me, or I'll stop touching you. Understand?" I whisper, and you nod after a second of confusion. "'I want to live.'"

You're silent and I do as I say, refusing to move, and moving to remove my hand. You grip my wrist with an urgency I haven't seen, and repeat the words, quickly and as quiet as a mouse. "I want to live."

I smile as my hand starts to move. "'I am worthy of love.'"

[knifeinyourskullz]

Boobies:P

[keptboybutch]

….Your dom taking excellent care of you while you’re sick, keeping you comfortable, bringing you food, and picking up your medicine for you. They assure you they’re just going to give you the last of your treatment for the day, and that you’ll feel better soon. You feel something press up against your ass, too groggy to tell if that’s really what the doctor prescribed….

[casside-sionnach]

Just relax, the restraints are for your own protection. As you see we accepted your online application, oh, no, that was no 'joke' ... Everything will be better soon .... your new life awaits ... when we are done with you ....

[noccolibroccoli]

So I had a hysterectomy today (hooray!) and I brought along my stuffed orca, Shamu, as a comfort object. And everyone i interacted with during my pre-op was like "Oh! Who's this?" so I was telling them all about him, how he's been with me since I was 9 and gone on every single vacation and road trip, and they were telling me about their own stuffed buddies (one lady said she still has hers after 40 years!) and all of this while I was signing consent forms and providing a list of the things I'd brought with me, you know, small talk.

So then a nurse comes over and goes "Okay, I've got some stickers I'll put on your things so we know they're yours" and I'm like "OK cool" so she puts a sticker on my coat and stickers on my bags of clothes and then she turns to Shamu and I'm like "oh I guess he gets a sticker too"

But no. She pulls out a hospital bracelet that's an exact copy of mine and slaps it on his tail, like so:

And i was delighted by this, so I took a picture to send to my friends, who were equally delighted, and were cracking me up with their reactions (like so:)

Anyway, they take me back and put me under, and when I awake groggily a few hours later it takes me a minute to get my bearings, so I don't notice Shamu at first. But then I realize he's tucked up next to me in the gurney, so I grab him, and my hand touches gauze.

And I'm like "huh?" so I look at him and I realize

They gave my fucking orca a hysterectomy

[compassionatereminders]

The worst thing is that there is so much potential for exploring the horror of psych wards from the angle of medical abuse, ableism, forced treatment/drugging, loss of autonomy, power imbalance, demonization, dehumanization, etc, and YET the horror genre keeps defaulting to "insane asylums and psych wards are scary because there are mentally ill people in there"

[animentality]

[corrodedparadox]

Fig. 1

[liberalsarecool]

Such timing.

Goes to show the insurance companies don't need the money.

[phleb0tomist]

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[medcoric]

abandoned hospital rooms | source video

[x-raykinks]

Ok but particular love for smartass, cocksure guy who gets into the medical roleplay bc he thinks it's going to be a vanilla "nurse ;)" scene only to have a huge awakening once the scalpel gets set on the table. "Uh....a little too far don't you think, babe?" He laughs, still trying to grin smoothly. He's sweating, and a little more red faced than he'd admit. You ask him if he's tapping out. "No no! I'm good, just... Different." What he thought was going to be a flirty chance for him to objectify and cop a feel turns into realizing he is far more into being a test subject than he ever knew existed.

"What, ah... what does it feel like?" He asks, red faced and needy. I've never seen him this red before. He's naked and looks confused as I lay out a doggy pad on the bed. "What is that for?"

"Well, there's gotta be something that catches the blood in case it gets on the bed." I say. The redness spreads to his ears. "And why don't you lay on your stomach so we can find out." I push him back onto the bed.

He suddenly tries to gain back the upper hand, but I know he's already fallen. If I'm honest, it's cute that he's trying. "I can't face you-ah!" His legs knock into the bed and I push him into the pad with a little paper crunch. He's finally quiet as a cup his face, before digging my nails into his cheek. I lean in close to his ear.

"I said, on your stomach, test subject. Say nothing or I'll slice your carotid artery, understand?" I hiss in his ear, letting him go after. The dreamily look in his eyes is all I need to know.

"Y-yes Ma'am." He weakly stutters.

"No. Call me Doctor."

He's burning up. "Y-Yes Doctor."