The gay doctor's office is filled with the quiet rustling of paper and the soft moans of his young patients. He moves from one twink to another, his professional demeanor belied by the lust in his eyes. He checks their temperatures, his fingers lingering on their foreheads, their cheeks, their necks. He listens to their hearts, his stethoscope cold against their chests, his hands warm and reassuring. He examines their throats, their tongues darting out to touch his fingers, tasting the latex of his gloves. The doctor, his own arousal growing, decides to take the examination further, his hands moving to the twinks' erections, his professionalism giving way to a desire to explore their bodies completely.