The clinic is quiet, but the twink's heart races. He's alone, but his mind is filled with the image of the doctor, his strong hands, his authoritative voice. He can't help but stroke his sausage, feeling it grow harder in his hand. He imagines the doctor catching him, his eyes widening in surprise, but instead of scolding, he joins in, his own desire evident. The twink's strokes become faster, his breath coming in short gasps, his body tensing as he nears his climax.