The doctor's office is filled with the scent of antiseptic and the faint hum of the fluorescent lights. Dr. Smith, a muscular black stud, is running late, his previous patient having overstayed their appointment. As he enters the exam room, he finds his next patient, a curious mix of innocence and eagerness, lying on the table, his eyes locked onto the doctor's crotch. Dr. Smith, used to such reactions, smirks and begins the examination, his hands tracing the twink's body, lingering on the growing bulge in his underwear. He leans in, his breath hot on the young man's ear, "It seems we've found the source of your discomfort," he whispers, his fingers hooking into the elastic, ready to reveal the throbbing prize beneath.