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[h1]Do No Harm[/h1]

[sup]by Ardeo[/sup]
[sub]for Fang18[/sub]
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        “Let’s lose that jacket, Mr. Greymane,” commanded the broad-shouldered rottweiler. He gestured towards a standing coat hanger in the corner of the exam room where the tall werewolf promptly hung his silver trench coat, his toned upper body was nothing but black well-groomed fur save for the purple spiked collar adorning his neck. Standing up from his desk, Dr. Moore approached the lycan, stethoscope at the ready. He pondered instructing the patient to remove his collar but decided against it, it suited him too well. 

        Alex shuddered as the cold metallic bell of the stethoscope touched his bare chest, though he barely showed it. Most canines aren’t all that fond of going to the vet, and neither was Alexander Greymane. Being prodded with uncomfortable instruments and pricked by needles is far from what the werewolf would regard as a ‘jolly good time’. And yet, he always found himself eager to visit Dr. Moore. Being a hound himself, middle-aged Louis Moore specialized in canine medicine and was well aware of the field’s usual detractors to patients, which he sought to minimize by employing some… unorthodox methods. The canine had the typical brown coloration and markings of a rottweiler, accented by a set of piercing blue eyes behind a pair of round optics. He donned a doctor’s attire, as expected from his profession.

        “Very good,” He withdrew the cold instrument and motioned towards a padded examination table lined with a sheet of crepe-like paper. “Sit here, please.” Several thick leather belts hung from the sides of the table and another two hung from the ceiling near its end. Alex looked forward to putting those straps to use, in time, but he dreaded what was to come next as he saw Dr. Moore drawing a clear liquid from a small container and into a syringe. [i]Bugger, I hate this part.[/i] He thought.

        “You’d think some bloke would’ve invented a vaccine pill or something, by now,” Alex grumbled, his ears folded flat against his head.

        “Now, Alex. You’re a big lad and it's a tiny needle, barely a prick.” 

        “It’s a right shame I’m not a fan of recreational pricking, doctor,” Alex’s nervous tone was veiled in a thin cloak of sarcasm.

        “Hey, now. If you keep moaning about it I’ll have to muzzle you,” The rottweiler joked.

        Alex groaned. [i]I really do hate this part.[/i]

        “Fine, just make it quick,” He looked away as Dr. Moore pressed a cotton pad soaked with rubbing alcohol on the side of his shoulder before jabbing it with the syringe and ejecting its contents.

        “There, all done! Wasn’t so bad, was it?” Alex relaxed at the vet’s words. Truthfully, he barely felt the needle, like always, but then again nobody likes needles.

        “Now it’s time to drop the trousers, Alex.”

        The lycanthrope stood up and obediently slid down his dark gray trousers, revealing a bulging black jockstrap with bright yellow seams and a geometric wolf’s head logo. He looked back at the doctor, patiently waiting for his next command.

        “That’s a good looking jockstrap,” The vet chuckled. “But it needs to go, too.” He held up a thermometer. A rectal thermometer, to be exact. 

        [i]About bloody time.[/i] The werewolf thought as he removed his jockstrap with a bit more excitement than he would have liked to show, mildly amusing the veterinarian. Wordlessly, he was guided to lay on his back and lift his legs to put them through the looped belts hanging from the ceiling, allowing easy access to his tail-hole and genitalia. 

        A sizable furred scrotum hung just below a black canine sheath which held the lycan’s cock. Just under the ballsack and above a small pinkish tail-hole, opened the pink-red lips of a vagina. Being a male hermaphrodite, Alex was endowed with more pleasurable organs than an ordinary male, something Dr. Moore was well aware of and fully prepared to deal with during the upcoming exams. 

        But first, his temperature had to be taken. Gloved fingers massaged a viscous liquid around the entrance of Alex’s tight rectum and eventually penetrated it to coat its insides with lube. He tensed but made little attempt to hold back his arousal, knowing what lay ahead and seeing little point in pretending otherwise. The rottweiler seemed to share the same sentiment, he was in no rush to halt his massage to the quivering werewolf’s anus and when he eventually did he was quick to replace his digits with the tip of the thermometer, pushing it in just a little farther and holding it a little longer than was really needed. 

        “Mhm,” the vet assented after reading the temperature on the thermometer’s LCD window. “Alright, Mr. Greymane, the boring stuff is over and done with. Something tells me you’ll like this next part,” he glanced at the tip peeking up from the opening of the wolfish sheath, glistening. “Your little friend looks like he knows it’s his turn to come out. I will need you to be still for this procedure so hold your arms flat against your sides for me, would you?”

        “Sure,” He complied, the next moment multiple straps were fastened across his torso, rendering him immobile. “And what does this procedure entail, exactly?” A mix of anxiety and arousal twinkled in his amber eyes.

        “It’s a sexual wellness exam,” The last strap was fastened. “The procedure itself requires a seminal sample collection and various types of stimulation. In fact…” There was a sinister tone in his voice. He trailed around the table and went somewhere Alex could not turn his head to see. “Some of the stimulation may make you a bit… bitey, shall we say? That’s why you also need [b]this![/b]” With lightning fast movements, a muzzle was fitted and secured tightly over the wolfman’s snout.

        “Gaahhh!” Metallic braces held Alex’s mouth open, akin to what a dentist might use to keep their patient’s jaw open. He had expected pretty much everything that had happened up until then but this open-mouth muzzle-gag thing was definitely something new. His anxiety seemed to have an edge over  his arousal at that moment and he began to struggle against his bondage.

        “Now, now… Like I said, patients are known to get a little bitey at times during this procedure so this is for both your safety and mine. Be a good boy and behave.” His tone had completely shifted from kind doctor to stern reprimander. He gave the werewolf's toned buttcheek a firm slap, eliciting a surprised yelp and a reduction in struggling. “That’s better. Bad boys get punished in my clinic.” He emphasized his statement with another quick slap.

        “Mmhh,” Alex moaned. The vet’s domineering attitude did wonders to bring out his submissive side, he was now fully erect.

        “I’m going to hook this up to you,” The rottweiler held a clear plastic milker in full-view of the lycanthrope. “It’s a milking machine. It’s going to stroke you until you orgasm and then collect the semen for analysis.” Alex was well aware of what a milker was, he did own several such devices. He was half-sure he’d told this to the doctor already.

        The cylinder’s entrance descended smoothly upon the exposed wolfhood until it popped over the knot, locking itself there. “Don’t worry, it’s pre-lubed.” It was connected by a thin hose to a small beige box with various buttons and indicators. The rottweiler pressed one of them and observed his patient tensing up as the sleeve began slowly massaging his pulsating meat.

        For the next few minutes, the speed of the milker gradually increased from a sensual massage to a steady stroking. Oily lubricant mixed with the wolfman’s own pre-ejactulate guaranteed minimal friction between the internal latex sleeve of the milker and the sensitive flesh.

        “You’re behaving well so far, puppy!” The vet stroked the naked lycan’s chest. ‘Puppy’ was such a reductive term to the herculean werewolf and yet he couldn’t help but whine happily as he heard it, his submissive tendencies on full display. A musky smell entered his nose causing him to turn his head to the vet, as much as his straps allowed, to see that he gripped his own cock, canine much like his’. The rottweiler slowly stroked his erection. “Let’s crack on, then. I think some additional stimuli are in order.” He fetched two distinct rod-like implements, one was lilac and smooth plastic while the other was all black save for two metal surfaces on the sides. The former was inserted under the werewolf’s scrotum and past his vulva to rest deep within the man’s vagina. With the flick of a switch, the device began to vibrate wildly, flooding Alex’s brain with overwhelming bursts of pleasure.

        “Mmmhhh~” He tensed and let out a loud moan. The strong vibrations paired with the rhythmic pumping of the milker sent his pleasure centers into overdrive.

        “Feels good, eh? If you like the vibrator wait ‘till I put in the electrojac!” 

        Alex’s ears perked up at the mention. Up until then, he had wondered what sort of device would inevitably wind up nested deep within his ass. He was delighted to know that it was to be none other than the powerful electrojac probe. The vet plunged the black rod into a vat of lube and positioned its tip to enter the male’s tail-hole. With a push, the intruder made its way inside to rest snuggly against his prostate, the metal contacts of the device felt cold. Out of Alex’s sight, Dr. Moore attached a pair of wires to the end of the rod that stuck out of the wolf’s hole, connecting it to a small control box with a protruding rotary knob. 

        “Shall we see if you can take a little zap up your bum? It’s for your own good!” The doctor taunted as if the patient had any choice in the matter. The knob on the control box was turned to low-medium level. Alex felt it immediately: an electrical current hijacked the muscles in his pelvis causing them to tense up as his prostate received direct electrical stimulation. The sensations were truly something else, like white hot fire sans any pain. Every synapse in the lycanthrope’s brain was ablaze with pure bliss. At that moment he couldn't care less about how he might look or sound. A deluge of moans intermingled with whimpers poured from his throat. Each pulse of the electrojac probe lasted only a second, during which his legs pulled involuntarily against their straps before relaxing and awaiting the cycle to restart anew.

        The rottweiler had now discarded his own trousers, he stroked his doghood faster as he watched his patient endure the exam. The werewolf’s dense dark fur was matted with sweat, amber eyes half-shut in a dream-like haze of pleasure as the milker/vibrator combo wreaked havoc on his sexual organs, his cock looked like it was about to blow. He didn’t struggle aside from the involuntary contractions brought about by the electrojac’s pulses, having seemingly accepted his predicament. Dr. Moore loved those contractions, forcing his patient’s muscles to move against their will, like a robot, was always his favorite part out of the whole session. He decided he wanted more of that.

        “I see you like the probe’s shocks, pup. You’ve been a very good boy and good boys get rewarded!” He turned to fetch something. Alex barely registered the vet’s words and produced no answer at all, aside from the ongoing cacophony of whines and whimpers. When he returned, Dr. Moore held a TENS unit in his hands, a device consisting of an assortment of wire leads ending in sticky contact pads to be attached to a patient’s muscles in order to electrically stimulate them. 

        “Now then, let’s see…” He scanned his eyes across his patient’s body for spots to attach the six available contacts. Once he’d decided, he got started: Two pads were attached to the werewolf’s firm buttocks, two more to his balls and the final pair to the pads of his feet-paws. “I guess we’ll call this your ‘reflex test’.” He flipped the switch on the TENS unit and observed the immediate effects. Alex’s buttocks twitched erotically and so did his ballsack. His padded toes curled and spasmed erratically.

        To the werewolf, the new sensations were rather mellow in comparison to the unrelenting assault he’d been enduring thus far. The pulses from the TENS unit occurred constantly as opposed to the second-on-second-off operation of the electrojac up his tail-hole. It felt more like a light tickle on his sensitive spots than a forceful jerk. At that point he could barely hold in the biggest orgasm of his life. 

        Once again, his nose was filled with the manly scent of his veterinarian’s cock. The rottweiler stood behind the wolfman’s head, he grabbed a small wheel on the side of his muzzle and began slowly twisting it. That caused the braces holding Alex’s jaw open to move apart further and force-open his mouth further.

        “Everything’s in place, pup. Now we just gotta wait for you to shoot. You don’t mind if I help myself to this pretty maw of yours, do you?” Dr. Moore didn’t wait for an answer. Once Alex’s maw was open enough, he inserted his shaft into it and humped it steadily. Alex tasted the odorous meat coated in pre-ejaculate, it was as thick as his’, though not quite as long. A very suckable length, if he would say so himself.

        The scene taking place wasn’t dissimilar to an erotically charged Renaissance painting with how much was happening. Alex Greymane: tall, well-built werewolf reduced to a submissive puppy. 

        Bound to the padded examination table by thick strap, strong legs raised and held apart in their own set of hanging belts. The constant buzz of the TENS unit tickled his paws, balls and buttocks like a constant stream of feathers. His insides were assaulted by a mix of strong vibrations and electric shocks, delivering direct surges of pleasure to his prostate. To top it all off, the milking machine tugged at full-speed on his length, working tirelessly to coax a powerful orgasm out of the wolfman. 

        It was simply too much. Alex let out a powerful howl around the vet’s shaft and succumbed to an indescribably powerful climax. His toes curled, he twisted his body as much as the straps allowed and shot a high pressure jet of wolf cum into the milker which the hungry instrument promptly sucked and deposited. 

        Watching the werewolf cum was enough to send Dr. Moore over the edge as well, muting Alex’s howl by flooding his throat with his own warm ejaculate.

        After he was done, he removed his spent shaft from his patient’s maw and hurried to turn off the legions of devices that threatened to over-stimulate the bound male.

        [i]Bloody hell.[/i] Alex’s mind swam in the vast ocean of post-coital bliss. He couldn't bring himself to move a muscle as he felt the straps being unfastened one by one. [i]That was amazing.[/i]


