In Tykhe's Grasp
REVISED Chapter 3: The Clinic
by time_to_occur
Tags:
#dubious_consent
#m/m
#m/nb
#multiple_partners
#ownership_dynamics
#scifi
#3rd_person
#ownership
Consent is paramount in real life. I do not condone non-consensual acts.
[NOTE: This chapter has been substantially revised from the original. This is edited roleplay between myself and Cuddle-switch. It’s focused on a SciFi world where rich, genetically engineered people called Coins have all the power and there is a class of people called pets, owned by the rich. Inspired by Ai no Kusabi, Blade Runner, and Altered Carbon. Generally, this is more about D/s Owner/pet dynamics and slow mind-control transformation kink, with some sex. Narrative/plot-driven. Caveat emptor, and enjoy!]
When Adrien awoke, Philemon had already laid out clothing for the day along with breakfast, a mixture of the healthiest and most decadent food that Adrien had ever seen, all without causing Adrien to stir a bit. The man was good at his job — or maybe Adrien had just been that tired. He would never have slept through someone entering his room back home. He corrected himself. Back...down there. In the slums.
This was home now, he reminded himself, and tried to force a smile. He had to start changing his attitude if he was going to survive this. He had to be Jasper. He tried to mentally give himself a little nudge every time he caught himself thinking of himself as Adrien.
As it turned out, it was already late morning, and there was just enough time to eat and dress before Rhys arrived with Philemon at his heel to bring Adri— Jasper to the tailor. Jasper was quiet the entire time that they were in the transport, and Rhys observed him calmly and patiently. It felt like Rhys was waiting for him to do something, but Jasper didn't know what he wanted. He bore it as nonchalantly as he could, returning Rhys's smiles and not recoiling when Rhys took his hand in his lap.
Jasper lost track of how long the drive to the tailors took.
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Rhys stood by, arms crossed, as the tailor measured every millimetre of Jasper's body. Rhys had calmly directed Jasper to strip, and Jasper hadn't found a way of refusing that wouldn't just cause more complications and possible punishment. So, he stripped. The air was cool, and his nipples hardened in the air conditioning while other parts of him retracted.
"Hmm...wider hips than the average pet," murmured the tailor, Argus, taking notes and photos with his ocular implant. "And I guess I'll measure that while it's soft, and then you can bring it to its fullness later on..."
He measured everything from the curve of Jasper's ass to how far his nipples extended when erect. Jasper had looked so shocked and terrified when Argus asked Rhys whether he should measure inside Jasper's anus that Rhys had laughed and said, "Not for now."
Argus even measured how far back Jasper's arms could go when folded behind him, and how thick the combination of his arms and chest were. Jasper shuddered to think what that measurement was for. There were some other humiliations that Jasper didn't escape, like the measurement of the circumference of different sections of his throat and how far down his gag reflex began. He didn't like what that might mean.
Despite the odd situation, Rhys couldn't help but enjoy their trip to the tailor. Rhys supposed that this amount of confusion and discomfort was normal for a pet who was so new to the idea. To Rhys, Jasper being restrained there solely by Rhys's command was about as intoxicating as Jasper's nude body. It was unique, with a character and beauty all its own. Not like Coins, who were made to boring laboratory specifications.
Rhys was glad he decided on the more thorough measurements. It would be useful for things like custom clothing designs and party wear. Jasper's writhing made it all the sweeter. So much so that it was almost a disappointment when they had to leave.
Eventually, Jasper was allowed to put his clothes back on, and he blushed furiously, standing next to Rhys, who put a comforting, proprietary hand on his shoulder. It gave Jasper a shiver when it first landed there. Rhys carried himself with such confidence that it was hard not to be swept up. With a nod of his head, Rhys lifted his hand from Jasper's shoulder and headed out, clearly expecting Jasper to follow.
‘It must be time for the evening medical exam, Jasper thought.’ And sure enough, after a quick (decadent) meal, that was exactly where Rhys brought Jasper next.
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It was tempting to tell Jasper what was coming next from the medical and psychological evaluations, but the pleasure of making his pet squirm was not worth undermining the validity of the tests. When he noticed the car slowing to a stop outside the clinic, Rhys tried to reassure Jasper. "Try to relax. This is our last task of the day. I promise." He took Jasper's hand in his. "Besides, the first visit is usually the shortest. Especially if you cooperate."
For a wonder, Adr— Jasper found that he believed Rhys when the Coin told him that he would take care of him and that he had nothing to worry about. He found himself comforted by Rhys' presence — it made Jasper feel like his Owner...well, not yet, Rhys wouldn't be his Owner officially until Jasper was registered...but it made him feel like Rhys wouldn't let things go too far. After all, he had already saved him once.
So, when Rhys' large, fine-boned hand covered his own, Jasper bit his lower lip and looked at him, worried but trusting. "Okay, Rhys."
As they entered the Clinic, Jasper fancied that he could smell just how rich the clinic was. The receptionist at the front desk smiled and extended a hand toward a set of doors, telling Rhys that he could take his pet right inside as soon as he was ready. Jasper had no idea what to expect from the offices inside, but Rhys pushed open the doors and Jasper obediently followed.
Rhys confidently strode down the bright, sterile white hallway. He had no idea where he was going, but they knew he was coming, and they surely would not leave him to wanderー 'Ah. There we are.'
An older man in a stylish lab coat stepped out of an examination room, evidently waiting for them.
"Hello again, Doctor Constantine. It's good to see you. It's been too long," said Rhys with a smile.
The older man returned Rhys' smile with one that was equal parts forced habit and natural amiability. Impossible to read. "Not at all, Mr. Fairmount. I'm glad you have had no need to see me. Even now, it seems."
As the new pet came around to Thamyris's side, the doctor's attention shifted entirely to him. It was more the intense look of concerned care than that of judgment. Rhys might be paying the bill, but the doctor was paid to concern himself with his patient. He stuck out his hand. "And you must be Jasper. It's good to meet you. Welcome to the Hephaestia Health and Wellness Clinic."
Rhys didn't wait while the other two got acquainted. He moved to walk past them into the exam room. He'd hardly begun moving when he was shocked to feel a firm hand and arm blocking his way like a metal guardrail.
"My deepest regrets, sir, but with all due respect, you are not my patient today. Jasper is." The doctor's tone was kind but absolutely unyielding. "Only one person in the world can permit you to enter that room, regardless of any arrangement between the two of you. You'll not be able to enter until I hear otherwise."
Rhys was visibly stunned, but the doctor's expression never changed. His head, however, swivelled back towards Jasper. "What would you prefer, Jasper? It is entirely up to you."
Jasper was shocked that the doctor felt secure in barring the Coin entry that way, but he supposed that the doctor was almost equally as rich as the Coins he served, and dealt with many of them. Jasper felt a little thrill at the defiance of it and wiped the grin that this almost brought to his face off before it could be seen and questioned. In the end, Rhys made Jasper feel surprisingly safe, and Jasper had never felt more at sea and alone in a situation that he couldn't possibly have a precedent for.
It gave Dr. Constantine a bit of almost guilty pleasure to watch Coins lose control to their pets, however briefly. The mischievous look that flashed across Jasper's face was satisfying. He could tell this patient would trust him all the more for it. Trust made these things so much easier.
"Uhm...he can come in," said Jasper. He stepped forward and entwined his fingers with Rhys', gripping the hand tightly.
"Okay, then." The doctor lowered his arm to allow Fairmount passage into his exam room. He smiled again at Jasper. "Remember that you can change your mind if you need to. That answer doesn't have to be set in stone."
For a moment Rhys was too surprised by Dr. Constantine to respond. He'd known Bran Constantine for years and heard stories of him bucking other pet owners, but he'd never seen it himself. Despite that, Jasper's trust and seeming affection centred him again. It was probably nothing, or more likely, it was all for show. If it helped Jasper, then Rhys would tolerate the disrespect just this once.
Dr. Constantine walked in behind Jasper and, while he closed the door, subtly thumbed the electronic lock on the handle. Just in case the new pet panicked and felt the need to flee during the exam. It was a rare thing, but it was better to be safe.
"Please, have a seat, Jasper." Dr. Constantine waved him over toward a chair across his desk as he took his own seat. Jasper did as he was told and sat in the chair, carefully adjusting his posture so that he was in an attentive attitude. "I'm sure you know why we're here and are anxious to get this all moving, but let's take a moment to go over things first. Feel free to interrupt me if you have any questions. So, I'm Dr. Bran Constantine, and I've been working in this clinic for eighteen years. I perform a wide variety of services here, but predominantly I am a general surgeon and a psychiatrist."
He thought surgery and psychology were an odd combination of specialties but supposed that the Coin Doctors were different.
"As you know, I'll be giving you a thorough physical exam, as well as a battery of other evaluations. I'll more than likely perform exams you've never had before. I'm here to be thorough and ensure your health so that you are prepared and well-suited to your new living situation." He tried to catch the young pet's gaze and express his concern with his eyes. "As such, I'll need to ask for your trust and patience."
The doctor paused to let that sink in for Jasper. "Before we get started, do you have or have you had any medical issues in the past? Normally this isn't necessary, but I understand that you have not been very forthcoming with personal information, so I can't look that up in a file. I want you to know that I'm not asking for anything more than medical concerns. Can you tell me about that?"
Jasper felt himself wanting to squirm at some of the information that he was hearing but sat stoically still. He instinctively wanted to be cautious about what he revealed, but it was possible that if he didn't reveal something important, it could lead to real harm down the line.
"...I get nauseated by VR...especially full-dive VR. All forms make me slightly nauseated," he ventured, trying to start off with something important. What else would the doctor need to know? Any broken bones he had or minor injuries were long-healed... Surely that wasn't what the doctor was asking about. "That's all I can think of."
Dr. Constantine smiled that automatic smile again. "Nausea won't be a problem." His tone was calm and reassuring. "There are several over-the-counter medications we can use to help. We can try Scopolamine."
The doctor rose to his feet and moved toward a large standing cabinet, opening it and looking through it. "I'm glad to hear that you don't have any other notable health concerns. It sounds like you're rather healthy."
"Scopolamine? The patches you stick behind your ears?" Rhys looked from the doctor to Jasper. Though he was pleased to hear that Jasper had no severe medical concerns to worry about, nausea in VR would be a major concern for Rhys. Much of his planned training would be through VR. Rhys was unfamiliar with motion sickness, and it was not a pleasant thing to consider. It could delay Jasper's progress significantly. This medication had better work.
"Yes, exactly," Dr. Constantine answered as he placed a small box on his desk in front of the new couple. "Why don't you try one now? We'll give it a few minutes before we try a VR scenario to test motion sickness. In the meantime, we can start with the physical examination." He turned his gaze to the far corner of the room, where a large area was blocked from their view by an opaque curtain.
Jasper had his doubts — he had tried loads of anti-nausea medication before. But he quietly took the box and opened it up. Three round, peachy-pink stickers were stuck to white backing paper inside. He read the instructions carefully. The side effects said that it might make him sleepy. Swallowing nervously, he applied the patch behind his ear. It already felt itchy, but he told himself that was just his mind playing tricks on him.
"Okay..." Jasper said tentatively, heading behind the curtained area that Doctor Constantine had indicated earlier. "...should I...undress?"
Dr. Constantine chuckled. "No, not quite yet." He rose to follow Jasper across the room. "First, let's get the gear sized properly."
Rhys would enjoy watching this part. He moved his chair to get a better view.
With a practiced motion, the doctor slid the curtain aside, revealing the rest of the room. A strange, heavily cushioned chair dominated the center of the room. This was directly adjacent to an examination table and a wide counter with a voluminous stainless steel sink. Much of the rest of the space was taken up by a full suite of VR gear and a control panel.
Without slowing his stride, Dr. Constantine moved to the VR headset hanging on the wall beside the large, odd-looking examination chair. He lifted it from its wall-mounted charging dock and checked the charge. Near full. He turned back to Jasper. "Here, try this on and adjust it. Have you ever tried the newer models?"
"...Oh," said Jasper. Just looking at the gear that Doctor Constantine revealed, he felt reflexively seasick. Ignoring the saliva that rushed to lubricate his mouth, he took the headset in hand. "No, I tend to stay away from the stuff..."
He still wasn't convinced that the scopolamine would work, and neither was his body. Jasper wondered for a moment if he might feel sick just from habit. He hesitated a moment longer before seating it on his head and feeling around for the straps to adjust it.
Jasper's discomfort was obvious, but Dr. Constantine tried to ignore it. If he engaged Jasper's mind in other topics, he might have an easier time forgetting about the unease in his stomach.
By the time Jasper had finished toying with the headset, the doctor had already set up the first of many tests he would be administering. As he normally did, Dr. Constantine would start with the vaccinations. It allowed for the patient to become more comfortable with the situation since it resembled a common check-up. It also avoided any concerns they might have about the amount of sedative he would be injecting them with.
It was only a mild dose, mixed with a little bit of a carefully altered scopolamine derivative to make Jasper much more amenable to whatever was needed for the day. No sense in slowing the day down with needless apprehension. This is why they were there after all. This is what Jasper wanted.
"All done with that? Good." the doctor said, still smiling. "Here, hop up into that chair. It's got a built-in scale, and it'll be useful for the next few things."
Noting the weight that ran across his ocular implant, Dr. Constantine ran it through a simple algorithm. Just like that, he knew exactly how much he needed to administer of the various medications. He reached for an empty syringe and an ampoule of cloudy liquid. "Tell me, Jasper, are you due for any vaccines or other periodic medications? Are you missing any?"
Jasper flipped the headset up onto his forehead and sat down in the VR chair. He disliked the way that it angled him. Climbing out would be awkward and it wouldn't be fast. He looked at the Doctor with some apprehension. He couldn't keep the caginess out of his voice. "...There's no harm in re-vaccinating me, right? I would assume that I don't have any of the vaccines that you might consider standardized for a pet. And I don't take any regular medications."
"Alright then. That makes things simple." Dr. Constantine decided to start with the scopolamine. That would make the rest go that much easier. "Get comfortable, and pick an arm. Since these have been developed to not interact with each other, you get to take them all in one sitting." He chuckled. "Lucky you."
"Try not to worry." He went on. "I put a numbing additive in the first one, so the others are less unpleasant." Using his foot, the doctor slid a stool out from beside the counter. As he took his seat, he was already altering his vision spectrum to see where the blood flow was concentrated in his arm. That was a new upgrade. No need to waste time finding veins anymore. "Before I continue I need to ask you something." he continued as he opened up an alcohol swab and wiped Jasper's inner elbow clean. "Do needles, or blood, or anything of the sort make you feel particularly uncomfortable?"
Jasper glanced at the ampoule and syringe as the doctor grasped his arm. He jerked his arm away. "There's no label on that…"
The doctor was genuinely confused at Jasper's reaction. "Of course not." He placed the syringe back on the tray and looked Jasper in the eye again. "I used that one as a mixing container. Remember I said I added some anesthetic?" Constantine's smile faded for once. "I can't force you to take these. You need to agree, of course. But, you should remember that I can't clear you to be a pet if you don't get them." He shrugged again. "You'd have to go back to your previous life. Well, it depends on whatever your agreement is with Mr. Fairmount. That's not my business."
A few meters away, Rhys hid his smile. This was a symbolic turning point, it seemed. He didn't say a word yet, waiting.
Jasper felt frustrated at the impasse and nervous about letting himself be injected with anything, let alone a mystery cocktail of drugs. A part of him wondered what he had been expecting, but... He didn't like the idea that he could just be threatened into submission at any point with the fear of being sent to prison. The doctor didn't know that, but he saw how Rhys studiously put a hand to his face, as if concerned. He thought that the Coin was hiding another expression — amusement, maybe?
When Jasper glanced over at him, Rhys immediately knew he may have made an error. It was possible that Jasper would take offence to his smile, not knowing it was a joyful expression rather than a humorous one. He carefully changed his expression again to something more neutral and tilted his hand to show more of his lip.
Jasper felt his temper momentarily flare. He thought of prison and reminded himself that he would have a far better chance of winning his freedom out here. Not to mention that being a pet was by all accounts a cushy, luxurious existence. No sense in cutting off his nose to spite his face. He felt trapped. He took a deep breath and tried to make himself numb to the emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.
Jasper extended his arm outwards toward the doctor without a further word.
The doctor smiled again. "I'm glad you're letting me give you this. At the very least, it is good to have all your vaccines up to date." He picked up the syringe again and brought it close to Jasper's arm. "As I said before, this first one will pinch for a second or two, but then it should be fine."
Although Dr. Constantine had seemed to talk a good game about consent and how he was there to make sure that Jasper's rights were respected at the start of their interaction, Jasper could see now that it had been a ploy. Establish trust, then use it to manufacture consent...Though Jasper supposed that most pets weren't caught between petdom and jail, and the Doctor surely didn't know about that.
The shots felt very cold indeed as they spread through his veins. As Dr. Constantine gave him the rest of them, Jasper's thoughts seemed to slow a little.
In a moment, it was done. Jasper should already be feeling the effects of both compounds. Dr. Constantine was relieved he didn't have to watch any interpersonal drama. That was usually very tedious. Sometimes the pets even feigned their unwillingness for attention. It was ludicrous, really.
After he'd gotten the last of the vaccines and other drugs into Jasper, Dr. Constantine put the used syringes aside and opened up a folder on the counter. He took a moment to ensure that the correct chart was on top of the small stack.
"Very good, Jasper," the doctor said flatly. "There doesn't seem to be any irritation or allergic reactions thus far. I doubt there will be any problems, but let me know if you start to feel ill at all." The doctor opened a drawer under the counter and pulled out a tongue depressor. "Now, I need to take a thorough look inside your mouth. Lean back, relax, open up, and say 'ahh."
Jasper felt calm. Chilled out. Maybe it was just that he didn't have to fight anymore. All of his choices were predetermined...Whatever choice it was, the other option was "Or Jail." Maybe it was that. Or maybe he was just tired.
When Dr. Constantine told him to lean back and relax, Jasper shuffled back on the chair without thinking, opened his mouth, and literally said 'Ahhh,' which made him laugh a little. That wasn't what the doctor really wanted him to do.
Dr. Constantine chuckled as he approached Jasper. Evidently, the dose that he had given was just right.
"Usually people wait until I'm about to have a look before they actually say that," The Doctor sat on his stool again and leaned overtop of Jasper, inserting the tool and pushing down his tongue. "You're wiggling a bit." He placed his other hand on Jasper's jawline to steady him. "Try to hold still." Since his implants allowed him to observe the mouth clearly without any tool, he just had to keep the tongue under control.
Over the next two minutes, Dr. Constantine carefully examined the entire cavity, checking off each item on his electronic list through his 'MedHUD' app. He carefully tilted Jasper's head in various directions as he probed. First was the throat and tonsils, then each of his teeth. Then the doctor abandoned the tongue depressor for his fingers to check for swelling or other abnormalities in the pet's mouth glands. "You're doing well. Almost done now." He ran the latex glove along the inside of Jasper's cheeks and pulled them slightly so that he could get a clear view of the gums. Next, he gently and slowly rubbed along the roof of the mouth, checking for any discolouration, dryness, or abnormalities.
The roof of Jasper's mouth felt especially sensitive. As Dr. Constantine probed his mouth, Jasper couldn't help but shudder a little. There was something very...strange...about the feeling of the gloved hand in his mouth. It was as though he was being examined like some kind of farm animal. There was something about it that made him feel more like a pet than anything else that had happened so far. The way that the Doctor took charge sent a shiver through his body.
Jasper seemed to react to the touches inside his mouth. The new pet slowly tilted his head back with a moan. Slightly frustrated, Dr. Constantine firmly but gently pulled the jaw back down so he could continue his work. The tongue was almost limp in Jasper's mouth. The doctor had no choice but to move it for him. He used two fingers and a thumb to grasp the slippery muscle and lift it away and into Jasper's cheek. Finally, he released the jaw and dexterously slipped a finger under the tongue. He pressed and stroked at the salivary glands and the soft, sensitive tissue there. Satisfied, he released Jasper's head and made a mental note to get a good scan of Jasper's jaw. It opened quite wide compared to the average. It would be wise to check those muscles.
"Are you feeling alright, Jasper?" The doctor asked with what could have been genuine concern.
Jasper felt strangely compliant, strangely relaxed.
When Dr. Constantine removed his hands for a moment and asked him how he was, Jasper nodded. "Feel...very...mellowed out. Very relaxed." Somehow, none of it seemed too important at that moment.
"You do seem to have suddenly relaxed a great deal. If so, it might be a side effect of having so many vaccines at once." He shrugged. "It's not common, but not all that rare either. Let me know if things change, okay."
"Not...common, but not rare? What's happening to my body? Reaction to the scopolamine patch...? The pamphlet said maybe...sleepiness," said Jasper, his brow furrowing a little.
The doctor smiled as he wiped his gloved hands off on a cloth hanging by the counter. There was no real point in properly washing them yet. He turned back to Jasper. "Much like any medication, it can have varied symptoms depending on the subject. So far, this is nothing to worry about."
"Alright, I'm just going to have a brief look at your lymph nodes. Tilt your head back slightly." With a firm hand, Dr. Constantine leaned forward and placed his hands on each side of Jasper's neck. Using his thumbs and the side of his palms, he pushed Jasper's head up and back to expose his throat. One side at a time, he used his fingers to press into the skin, feeling for abnormalities on each side. "Have you been experiencing any discomfort in your throat or sinuses recently?"
Unsurprisingly, Rhys found himself enjoying this little show. Having Jasper's head pinned back, clearly out of his control as he was inspected like livestock…Jasper's reactions were entrancing to watch. Rhys caught himself leaning forward and staring at the elegant curves of Jasper's neck and shoulder.
Jasper blinked sleepily and then pushed his eyes open wide, trying to regain some alertness. He lethargically brought a hand down to his inner thigh and pinched himself. "Nmmph." He made a small noise of negation and pain as Constantine handled his head. He felt exposed and vulnerable, but a little more awake. "...I had a cold a few weeks ago...Throat isn't sore anymore..."
Jasper's pinching went entirely unnoticed by the doctor, who was focused on his work. He simply assumed the look of pain on Jasper's face was discomfort from the head movements. The thief glanced over at Rhys, only able to move his eyes, and wondered what the man was thinking.
Rhys was surprised. It seemed Jasper was more into being controlled like this than anticipated. He seemed to be almost unconsciously reaching down to grab at his groin. Jasper glanced over at him, so Rhys tried to put on a mask of curiosity and concern as he continued to observe. 'It seems as though my chosen pet is a natural.'
"Yes, you don't have any visible cold symptoms anymore. Good." The doctor gently released Jasper's head. "No issues to be found so far. Lift your elbows for a moment." Dr. Constantine slipped his fingers up under Jasper's armpits and firmly pushed in between the muscles looking for the cluster of nodes there.
As the Doctor's examination continued, Jasper found himself doing as he was told almost without thinking. Not that there was anything particularly unusual about what the doctor asked. He was alert enough to wonder if he had been drugged and paranoid enough to be sure that it was the case. But there wasn't much he could do about it. It was either this or a much worse form of imprisonment.
While the Doctor examined this and that, Jasper was on auto-pilot, all the while his eyes fixating on Rhys, trying to gauge his reactions, trying to see what kind of person he was.
'What an intense stare,' Rhys mused as he watched. He was so lost in Jasper's gaze that he didn't even stop to think why Jasper might be looking at him that way.
When the doctor asked him, finally, to take off his pants and underwear, Jasper hesitated for a moment before doing his best to climb out of the chair. He took them off, folded them, and placed them aside.
The doctor was far too concerned with properly evaluating Jasper's body to notice his patient's fixation on Fairmount. Instead, he focused on Jasper's skin, quickly scanning the precise topography of it with his implant, as well as any irregularities. The biggest issue he found was some dry skin.
When Jasper finally sat back down, Dr. Constantine didn't waste any time. He reached over to the small panel of buttons on the side of the right-hand armrest and turned on the power. Parts of the cushions on the leg and armrests rose to comfortably keep Jasper's limbs from falling off the sides. Pressing another button, the doctor watched as the leg rest separated in two, slowly opening Jasper's legs wider and wider.
With barely a thought, the doctor gently took his patient's cock and balls in his hand. Jasper recoiled and seemed about to protest, but Constantine soothed him. "Now, now, it's just to get them out of the way."
The doctor lifted Jasper's equipment to the left while he pressed the fingers of his other hand into the crotch between the base of Jasper's cock and the base of his thigh. Smoothly sliding Jasper's genitalia to his other hand, Dr. Constantine repeated the exam on the other side.
"Good," He said as he released his patient's hardening cock. "One of the most common types of problems I see with new pets is the lymph nodes. Yours seem entirely normal." He smiled casually at Jasper again. "Have you ever had any problems in that regard? Or any skin, or sub-dermal issues in the past?" His eye already told him what he needed to know, but it was good to be certain and to get the patient's perspective.
Jasper shook his head silently, one hand moving to cover his crotch.
"Good, good." Dr. Constantine nodded at Jasper's almost surprising lack of medical issues. Either the new pet had surprisingly good luck, good genes, was lying, or some combination of the three. It didn't matter. He would work with what he had.
"Now, I'll need you to hold still for a moment. I have to check for the second most common type of issue," said the doctor as he pulled his stool closer up to Jasper's exposed dick. "STIs. Have you had any such infections before?"
Without waiting for a response from his patient, the doctor reached out, pushed past Jasper's hands, and took hold of Jasper's shaft again. He ignored the sounds and twitches coming from the new pet as he worked. After all these years, that was just white noise now. The doctor turned and twisted Jasper's member to see it from all angles, then pulled what little remained of the foreskin back. He passed a finger under the rim of the glans, seeing no issues. Next, he looked to the tip and inspected the urethra. He gently squeezed the glans to open the hole and get a better look. Satisfied, he absently wiped the drop of clear precum away with the back of his glove before he moved on. No sense in letting that start to drip and cause a problem, especially when there was still so much to do.
Working his way down, Dr. Constantine pushed his fingers straight down around the base of Jasper's cock. Finding no abnormalities, he moved on to the testicles. He took them in both hands, pulling them apart enough to evaluate each individually, testing their size, shape, firmness, and checking for any lumps. As per usual, this part was much simpler now that the shaft was fully erect.
When Dr. Constantine basically began to play with his dick, Jasper had to hold himself back from kicking his hands away. He had to constantly remind himself that it was this or prison. He breathed through it. This chair, with the way that it split, was fucking perverted...to his shame, a part of him also loved it.
Just as Dr. Constantine was backing away, he paused. Not only was the cock throbbing and pulsing visibly with each heartbeat, the tip was also dripping precum again. This time it ran almost all the way down the shaft.
"It seems you're productive," the doctor said, his voice flat and contemplative. "That's good. A healthy sign."
The soon-to-be-pet blushed fiercely as the Doctor collected his pre on the glove and called him productive — as if he were some kind of cow or something.
He casually grasped the base of the pet's cock with one hand and slid his thumb up along the length of it to force the liquid out of the bulging urethra. As it nearly erupted from the tip of Jasper's cock, the precum started to run down in several rivulets. The doctor deftly used the already-soiled gloved hand to tighten around the entire base again, and with one slow stroke, he wiped all the lovely-smelling liquid off the shaft and glans. 'Trying to keep things clean will probably be a futile effort with this one, but I should at least try.'
As the Doctor manipulated his body, Jasper found himself pulling inward. His body continued to react — he moaned and bit his lip and squirmed under the ministrations, but he didn't allow himself to think about what was happening or what it meant. This was a doctor's office — the doctor was doing this to ensure that he was in good health. There was nothing deliberately sexual about it, even if he was going to be a pet. This was just a necessary — (he let out a low moan) — medical examination. Jasper just shook his head to every question, having gone nonverbal and sinking into the chair as Dr. Constantine continued.
Rhys looked on, enraptured by the sight and sounds of Jasper being teased like that. For the sake of comfort, the Coin uncrossed his legs, reached down, and casually shifted his cock to the side, allowing his substantial erection to slip down his pant leg.
Meanwhile, the doctor wordlessly and without warning slipped a thin swab into Jasper's ass to collect a sample for further STI screening, just in case the pet was unaware of some of the nasty little things he might have caught down there in the slums.
Jasper's blush darkened as he set his jaw. "Are you quite finished, Doctor?"
Dr. Constantine placed the swab in a collection tube, pulled off his gloves and dropped them in the nearby trash bin. "For the moment," he replied. His attention was entirely focused on his notes now. He scrolled through them on his implant and made additional comments about Jasper's attitude.
After a minute or two of silence, the doctor closed the folder and turned back to his patient and the new caretaker. "Everything is going just fine so far. The next step is a full-body MRI, along with various other scans and imaging techniques. It won't take very long."
He removed a bundle of cloth from a drawer under the counter and handed it to Jasper. "Here, put this on. You can leave the rest of your things where they are. They'll be more than safe here."
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Moments later, Dr. Constantine led the duo down the hall. Rhys rested a hand on Jasper's shoulder, pulling him gently so that he'd slow down a bit. Rhys leaned in close to his ear. "You seemed to find that last part somewhat intense. Are you alright? Would you like a quick break before the imaging?" Then, as an afterthought, "Perhaps some water?" Jasper had lost a surprising amount of fluids.
Jasper knew then, deep in his soul, that Rhys would take care of him. There was a quiet little voice inside of him that marvelled at how natural it felt to let Rhys in, to let Rhys help. He smiled, almost moved to tears, and took hold of Rhys's arm. "Yes, please, Rhys."
After Jasper had a break and some water, the next two hours consisted of one test or measurement or examination after another. MRIs, X-rays, skin conductivity, fingerprinting and more. To Dr. Constantine, it was just a series of boxes to check before he could end his day, but to Jasper, it was another risk that could have given away his legal name and put his friends in danger. Jasper thanked Hermes that he’d never been caught for anything serious enough to have his prints taken.
While most of the remaining procedures were hands-off, there was one more that tended to get a substantial reaction from the pets. He could only imagine how a pet like Jasper would react. When the MRI was finished, they moved to the 3D scanner. There were multiple components and scanner input devices, including a large gyroscopic frame to allow for true three-hundred-and-sixty-degree scanning, a chair that could be wheeled around the room, and a harness that could be hoisted in the air.
After seating Jasper in the chair, the doctor took the handheld 3D scanner and began to document Jasper's hands. The scans were frequently useful, as they were by a wide margin the most likely location for a pet to sustain serious injuries. Having a full scan allowed doctors to more completely and accurately repair any damage. Of course, the most common use of these scans was to customize certain toys and restraints. It allowed for near-perfect comfort while maintaining a tight hold.
“Perfect,” said the doctor as he flipped through the images the scanner had captured with his ocular implant. “Now that we've completed the medical portion, we can get to the entertaining part of the package you selected. Hold still please.” Dr. Constantine clipped the scanner into a frame on a rotating arm near Jasper's seat. With the press of a button, the scanner softly whirred as it returned to Jasper's midsection. As it stopped, a distinct click signalled the opening of a circular hole in the device.
"Entertaining?" asked Jasper, tilting his body to get a look at the underside of the device. "What's happening?"
Rhys approached the whirring 3D scanner. "Did you notice that machine they placed over your crotch, Jasper? That isn't for your modesty. They use it to make a perfect scan of whatever… pops into it."
He let that sink in.
"Just think of the fun we can have with toys shaped just like you. Have you ever wondered what it would be like to literally go fuck yourself?" He chuckled soft and low near Jasper's ear. "I would wager you would like to try it. In fact, I know you would. I can already see you getting harder. That's it, there's no denying it. Let it happen."
Jasper surprised himself by giving a sensual whimper. He was growing harder, but now the scanner was an impediment. He wanted to be touched. Though it made him feel embarrassed, Jasper squirmed and slowly raised his hips, taking Rhys's hand and placing it atop the scanner piece that covered his crotch.
Rhys kept his eyes on Jasper, allowing a teasing smile to grace his lips. "Doctor, my needy little pet needs a helping hand. Retract the scanner for now, won't you?"
Jasper hated how much he loved the ridiculous line that his soon-to-be-owner just said as though it were suave and not completely overwrought. Even as he internally rolled his eyes, he felt his body responding with a thrill that ran through his crotch and up his spine. As the scanner moved away, Jasper's cock continued to firm up, rising to meet the cold sterile edge and leaving a streak of pre-cum on it.
Rhys's hand snaked out to collect it and he raised that finger to his lips to taste his pet for the first time. It was perfectly balanced between salty and sweet, with a distinct taste that Rhys knew he would quickly grow to love.
Still sedated and feeling a little loopy, Jasper watched Rhys drink down his precum like it was ambrosia. His cheeks burned and his stomach tightened with desire. He wanted Rhys to keep going, wanted to give himself totally to Rhys, to be the pet that Rhys wanted him to be. That felt strange to want, except that same little voice reminded him that he could trust Rhys. Why not give him all that he could? Why not let himself fall in love?
Rhys let his hand hover above Jasper's cock and gave a self-satisfied smile. "Jasper, if you want me to touch you, you will have to ask me."
'Oh fuck, he's really going to make me ask?' thought Jasper, letting out a frustrated sound. For a moment, he considered just taking care of it himself, but he found that he wanted to trust Rhys and give himself over to the pleasure of the moment. Wanted someone else to touch him. "Rhys, pl-please...just fucking touch my cock…"
So Rhys did, enveloping Jasper's not-inconsiderably-sized erection in his large Coin hand, tugging at his pet's balls simultaneously as he began to torturously stroke him with slow, languid movements. Jasper grew fully hard, leaking like a fountain. The rivulets of pre ran over Rhys's fingers.
"Have your fun, Mr. Fairmount, but don't let him ejaculate or we won't be able to get an accurate scan of his size," reminded Dr. Constantine.
Jasper did not like the smile that this brought to Rhys's lips.
Rhys didn't even try to hide the mirth in his voice. "Hear that, Jasper? Have you ever been edged before?"
Flushing, Jasper nodded shyly.
"My new pet already has a kinky side," said Rhys, slowly working his hand up and down Jasper's pre-cum slicked shaft. "Good."
Gathering the slick from Jasper's cock, Rhys deposited it on the tip of the thief's cock and then spread it out with a few of his fingers. He focused his attention on the glans, working the tip insistently but carefully. With every upward stroke, he teased his pet's dick into growing firmer, moment by moment. It elongated in his hand as he allowed his grip to slide freely. At the apex of the motion, he pulled on the head gently, drawing an involuntary groan from Jasper, who was now bucking his hips into the motion. Jasper's head was thrown back and his chest was thrust forward, entirely carried away by the moment.
Jasper was getting close. He could feel it. Rhys's hand felt wonderful and intimate even in all this sterility.
He was getting closer...
And closer...
And then, Rhys stopped, flashing Jasper another devilish grin. "Okay, Dr. Constantine, you can proceed with the scan."
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