In the sterile, white-washed examination room, the twinks, barely out of their teens, submit to the doctor's thorough inspection. He listens to their hearts, feeling their chests rise and fall with each breath, then moves lower, tracing their abs and the V-shaped lines leading to their groins. The lads' cocks twitch under his touch, tents forming in their underwear. Dr. Johnson smirks, his own professionalism wavering as he imagines the taste of their youthful, uncut cocks.