Adriano the thief had been coughing for several days. He hadn't had any other symptoms and had thought it would eventually go away. But when a cough had suddenly come on him and alerted the guards his group had been trying to spy on, La Volpe had ordered him to go see a doctor.
A another moan he couldn't keep in escaped him. It wasn't a steady sound. The doctor was pounding into him so hard that any sound or breath would break off, the only steady sound was flesh slamming against flesh.
He had wandered around until he had found a dottore stall. He had thought the masked man was just as any other doctor and entered into the stall when the man had ushered him inside. He hadn't even been worried when the doctor had moved about closing the windows and panels, believing him when he had offered 'to give you some privacy while you describe symptoms and let me check you over'.
But then he had been thrown to his knees, head caught in such a grip he swore his skull would shatter, and the doctor's cock stuffed down his throat. "Let's see if this cures that cough~" The leather clad fingers put such pressure all over his skull and jaw that he couldn't bite or draw back, and he finally gave him, sucking him off under his own free will because it hurt less.
Then the dottore had thrown him on the counter,the very counter he talked to customers through, with only an inch of wood between him and the crowds outside. Stripped or cut everything off him except his sleeveless shirt and gloves. The gloves had only been saved so that a syringe (a syringe he sworn had been going for his throat) could be twisted in the fabric and stuck in the wood so he couldn't move his arms.
"No signs of illness down here~" The doctor had rasped before he shoved two slicked fingers in him, just to wet, before he shoved in his hard cock and set to a furious pace. In the beginning, when everything was pain, he had begged him to stop. Felt ashamed at the thought he was being raped. Praying that someone from the thieves or assassins or anyone would come save him.
Pain had somehow, someway, turned to a bit of pleasure in the whole mess. This power the doctor had over him...was exciting. How every thrust stayed just as hard. How the only part of his body he ever saw was his cock or little bits of skin around him. What was under all that leather, leather that bruised his hips or rubbed against his legs? What was under that masked beak?
With an odd sound the doctor finally and suddenly stopped, pressed hard into him as he came. He laid against him, shiny round buttoms digging into his skin as the strange beak came close to his ear. "Much more pleasing that those courtesans."
Moments later, when Adriano relieved himself in the back of the shop and redressed in what remained of his clothing, he had the distinct feeling he was lucky to be alive.
Fill: If You are Sick, go to Dottore
A another moan he couldn't keep in escaped him. It wasn't a steady sound. The doctor was pounding into him so hard that any sound or breath would break off, the only steady sound was flesh slamming against flesh.
He had wandered around until he had found a dottore stall. He had thought the masked man was just as any other doctor and entered into the stall when the man had ushered him inside. He hadn't even been worried when the doctor had moved about closing the windows and panels, believing him when he had offered 'to give you some privacy while you describe symptoms and let me check you over'.
But then he had been thrown to his knees, head caught in such a grip he swore his skull would shatter, and the doctor's cock stuffed down his throat. "Let's see if this cures that cough~" The leather clad fingers put such pressure all over his skull and jaw that he couldn't bite or draw back, and he finally gave him, sucking him off under his own free will because it hurt less.
Then the dottore had thrown him on the counter,the very counter he talked to customers through, with only an inch of wood between him and the crowds outside. Stripped or cut everything off him except his sleeveless shirt and gloves. The gloves had only been saved so that a syringe (a syringe he sworn had been going for his throat) could be twisted in the fabric and stuck in the wood so he couldn't move his arms.
"No signs of illness down here~" The doctor had rasped before he shoved two slicked fingers in him, just to wet, before he shoved in his hard cock and set to a furious pace. In the beginning, when everything was pain, he had begged him to stop. Felt ashamed at the thought he was being raped. Praying that someone from the thieves or assassins or anyone would come save him.
Pain had somehow, someway, turned to a bit of pleasure in the whole mess. This power the doctor had over him...was exciting. How every thrust stayed just as hard. How the only part of his body he ever saw was his cock or little bits of skin around him. What was under all that leather, leather that bruised his hips or rubbed against his legs? What was under that masked beak?
With an odd sound the doctor finally and suddenly stopped, pressed hard into him as he came. He laid against him, shiny round buttoms digging into his skin as the strange beak came close to his ear. "Much more pleasing that those courtesans."
Moments later, when Adriano relieved himself in the back of the shop and redressed in what remained of his clothing, he had the distinct feeling he was lucky to be alive.