“Last night,” the boy whispered, barely audibly.
“Did your partner use a condom?”
“No.” Rayne bit down on both lips. He had not opened his eyes since the examination began. Mahmoudi lifted the boy’s knees and spread his legs a little wider now.
“Did he ejaculate inside you?” he asked, positioning the bulbous nose of the speculum against his patient’s ring. He felt Rayne flinch from the chill caress of the metal. His sphincter tightened defensively.
“Did he cum in you?” Mahmoudi asked again, more crudely.
“Yes.”
The doctor took a deep breath. He pushed the instrument against his patient’s ring firmly.
“Do you like having a man cum inside you?”
Rayne was silent for a moment then he whispered; “It depends on the man.”
“I’m going to enter you now, Rayne. Keep talking to me. Tell me… did you ejaculate when he climaxed inside you?”
Emerald eyes flickered open and the boy stared up at him solemnly. The pupils had dilated so far that they virtually swallowed the icy green irises. He writhed on the examination table and his full, pink lips parted around a little gasp of… pain possibly, or pleasure. Mahmoudi laid a hand on the patient’s genitals and began to stroke his penis until he felt it stiffen.
“Do you examine all your patients like this?” Rayne whispered huskily, though he made no effort to stop the interference.
“It depends upon the patient,” Mahmoudi said without looking at him.
Rayne Wilde laughed at that, then caught his breath as the speculum probed him harder.
“Do you like that, Rayne?” the Doctor murmured, wrapping his latex-sheathed fingers around the boy’s expanding cock and rubbing it slowly. “Do you like being touched and penetrated?”
“Mmmhhhh….” The boy nodded and wriggled under him. “Yeah!”
“I’m ready to enter you now. It might feel cold and hard at first, then a little painful as it opens up your rectum but I will try not to hurt you. Can you pull your knees up to your chest for me Rayne and hold them there?”
The slender youth reached down and hooked his fingers behind his knees, drawing himself up into a foetal curl. He bit down on his lower lip as the cold, steel instrument pressed down hard on his ring, then pulsed into his anus. Mahmoudi pressed six or seven inches of chrome into his arsehole then pried him open, parting the jaws of the speculum inside him so that the boy’s hole was gaping wide. He inserted a long spatula into his patient’s rectum and probed him steadily, keeping one eye on the lad’s throbbing erection. Rayne panted and moaned a little as his anus was prodded and poked. He did not seem to be in too much pain. Mahmoudi speculated that he was quite accustomed to anal penetration. If he had been a prostitute for the past two years then he had probably been buggered or even fist-fucked regularly.
He rubbed the head of the spatula in slow circles on the smooth, firm bud of the young man’s prostate watching Rayne bite his lips, trying not to moan with pleasure. The Doctor took samples then slowly closed and removed the speculum. His patient whimpered quietly as it was withdrawn.
“Is that better?” the doctor asked him tenderly, removing the gloves and stroking his pale face with the backs of his fingers. “You can close your legs now, Rayne. I’m going to take some blood, then you’ll need to provide a urine and semen sample for me, and then we’re almost done.”
Rayne sat up almost too quickly. He swayed a little and clung to the edge of the bed. Mahmoudi sat beside him, prepping a hypodermic syringe.
“Which hand do you use the most?”
Mutely the boy held out his left hand and Mahmoudi moved to his other side looping a strap around his upper right arm and fastening it briskly with Velcro tabs. He stroked his thumb down Rayne’s inner arm, pressing down hard above his elbow. A deep frown bisected his forehead as he studied the needle marks and fine, light, razor scars.
“Do you inject yourself regularly?”
“N…no.” The boy cleared his throat and shook his head. “I don’t… I don’t like needles.”
“What are you taking?” Mahmoudi wanted to know. He inserted the point of the hypodermic into Rayne’s arm, seeking out a vein. It took several stabs before he found an active one. The boy could not even look at him. He was frozen, with his face turned away and his eyes screwed shut. Both lips were clamped between his teeth. He had not lied about his fear; which meant that someone else had probably injected him; his dealer or his pimp, most likely.
Quickly the doctor took a number of samples then withdrew the needle and swabbed the pin-prick entry wound. His hands stroked the boy’s trembling body reassuringly.
“Okay… it’s all done now. No more needles.”
It took several more minutes before Rayne stopped shaking and hyperventilating. He was pale and frightened until the tray with the hypodermic on it had been put safely out of the way.
“I… I really don’t like needles,” he whispered apologetically at last.
“I can see that,” the doctor sat beside him and stroked him some more. He ran a gentle hand down the back of Rayne’s neck and between his shoulder blades. “Don’t be scared. I won’t do that to you again today, if you really don’t want me to.”
“What are you testing for?” The boy looked at him with huge, liquid eyes.
“Well, we need to test for all the STDs… that’s sexually transmitted diseases; herpes, syphilis, gonorrhoea, chlamydia, hepatitis…” he hesitated then added; “AIDS.”
“Seriously?”
“Have you ever had an AIDS test?” Mahmoudi was still stroking his back, now he shifted around to face the boy and ran a fondling hand over his chest and belly too.
Rayne shook his head, looking a little bit stunned.
“I had urethritis about a year ago but it’s cleared up now. I got crabs a while back but that’s all,” he whispered shyly. “John shaved me and made me bath in this ointment stuff for days. I stank of it!” He shook his head at the memory and laughed a little.
“Well you look clean enough,” Mahmoudi assured him, “but you never know. Sometimes it takes a test to show things up. Daniel makes Gonzo movies so he won’t take the risk that you’re not infected.”
“Gonzo?” Rayne blinked at him.
“Anything goes,” the doctor elaborated, still smiling, still stroking. His hand moved lower, circling on Rayne’s naked belly. “Bareback boys; rough anal fucking without condoms.”
“Oh.” The boy’s expression said that it had not actually occurred to him that this might be anything out of the ordinary. Mahmoudi eased his hand between the young man’s legs and started to fondle his balls again. He could feel that Rayne had been smoothly shaved for him this morning. He was silky soft between his thighs and all over his pelvic region. The crack of his buttocks was also smooth and clean. It was like touching a peach.
“What are you doing?” Rayne asked warily.
The doctor carried on feeling his testicles and penis gently as if this too was quite normal.
“I need you to provide a urine and a semen sample,” he exhaled at last, the first audible sign that he was aroused by this contact. He rose to his feet and his own long dark penis bobbed, half-erect between his legs. The doctor was circumcised and he wore his steel grey pubic hair trimmed close around the base of his rod. Small firm testicles hung loosely in his dark-skinned scrotum. “If you are worried or nervous I can help you to reach your climax.”