The sterile clinic air grows heavy with anticipation as Dr. Pingerphuk, his white coat unbuttoned, examines Ricky and me with a clinical yet lustful eye. He probes our mouths, our asses, his fingers slipping into our tight holes, claiming it's to check for "obstructions." Our cocks throb, leaking pre-cum onto the cold metal table. He strokes us, claiming it's to "measure our girth," before sucking us off, his experienced mouth bringing us to the brink of orgasm, only to stop, claiming he needs to "check our prostate again."