FAZER LOGINWarning: Explicit sexual content, manipulation, dubious consent elements, medical roleplay, rough sex, double penetration. 18+ only.
Kira pulled up to the address at 11 PM, her emergency medical bag in hand, wondering what kind of situation required an after-hours house call. The voice on the phone had been frantic....."My brother, he's sick, please come quickly, we can't get him to the hospital"....and Kira's professional instincts had kicked in immediately.
She knocked on the door of the upscale house, and it opened within seconds.
A man stood there....late twenties, handsome, with dark hair and desperate eyes. "Thank God you're here. I'm Sam. My brother Mike, he's in bad shape. Please, follow me."
Sam led her through the house to a master bedroom, and Kira's medical training took over as she assessed the situation. A man lay on the bed....early thirties, muscular build, covered only by a thin white sheet. His eyes were closed, his breathing shallow.
"What are his symptoms?" Kira asked, setting down her bag.
"He's been weak all day. Fever. Disoriented. I don't know what's wrong with him." Sam's voice cracked with apparent worry. "Please, Nurse, you have to help him."
"It's Kira. Nurse Kira." She approached the bed, her professional demeanor firmly in place. "Mike? Can you hear me?"
The man's eyes fluttered open....striking blue eyes that focused on her with surprising clarity for someone who was supposedly very ill.
"Nurse," he said weakly. "Thank you for coming."
"I need to examine you," Kira said, reaching for the sheet. "I'm going to check your vitals."
She pulled back the sheet and froze.
Mike was completely naked underneath. And between his legs......
"Oh my God," Kira breathed.
His cock.....soft....was already nine or ten inches. Thick. Perfect. The biggest she'd ever seen, and it wasn't even hard.
"I'm sorry," Sam said quickly. "He was burning up with fever. We had to strip him down to cool him off."
Kira tore her eyes away from that impressive appendage, her face burning. "That's... that's fine. I understand. I just need to....."
"Please," Mike said weakly, his hand reaching out. "Please help me, Nurse Kira."
She looked at his face.....pale, drawn, those blue eyes pleading.....and her medical instincts warred with the voice in her head screaming that something wasn't right about this situation.
"I need to take your temperature," Kira said, pulling out her thermometer. "And check your pulse."
As she leaned over him to place the thermometer in his mouth, she felt his eyes on her. Felt both brothers' eyes on her. The air in the room felt charged, heavy with something that had nothing to do with medical emergencies.
"His pulse is elevated," Kira said after checking, trying to ignore how close her face was to Mike's, how she could feel heat radiating from his body. "But not dangerously so."
"What about... other symptoms?" Sam asked, moving closer. "Sometimes men can get... blocked. Backed up. It causes fever, weakness. Have you checked for that?"
Kira's eyes narrowed. "Blocked?"
"You know." Sam gestured vaguely toward Mike's groin. "Down there. Sometimes it needs... stimulation. Release. To restore normal function."
This was the most medically inaccurate thing Kira had ever heard. She should leave. Should tell them to take Mike to a real emergency room.
But then Mike's hand touched hers, weak and trembling.
"Please, Nurse Kira," he whispered. "It hurts. I need help."
"This is against work ethics," Kira said, even as she felt herself wavering. "I shouldn't be doing this."
"Please," Sam begged. "Just... just take a look? See if there's anything you can do? He's my brother. I'm desperate."
Kira looked between them.....Sam's pleading expression, Mike's pained eyes.....and against every professional instinct, she heard herself say, "Okay. I'll just take a look."
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