In the dimly lit college infirmary, Dr. Hand tends to a line of horny, anxious twinks. His hands, gloved and ready, work methodically, yet the doctor's gaze lingers on the boys' writhing bodies. One twink, especially, catches his eye - his smooth skin, his eager glances, his cock straining against his shorts. Dr. Hand smirks, 'Alright, Mr. Johnson, let's see what we've got here.' The twink blushes, but the doctor's firm, experienced touch soon has him gasping, ready for a thorough, intimate 'examination'.