A young twink limps into the doctor's office, nursing a sprained ankle. The doctor, a rugged, hairy man, takes one look at the twink's lithe body and knows this will be no ordinary check-up. He examines the ankle, his hands lingering on the twink's smooth skin. The twink, feeling the doctor's growing bulge, looks up, their eyes meeting in a moment of understanding. The doctor, his professionalism crumbling, leans in, his breath hot on the twink's ear, "I have just the prescription for that," he growls, unzipping his pants.