The gay docs' hands, sheathed in latex, trace Kevin's body with clinical detachment that crumbles under the heat of their gaze. They linger on his nipples, pinching and rolling, drawing gasps. Kevin's cock tents his shorts, earning approving nods. The docs strip him bare, their fingers brushing his skin, sending shivers. They run gloved hands along his shaft, cupping his balls, making him squirm. The room echoes with wet sounds as they stroke their own cocks, eyes locked on Kevin. The senior doc leans in, his hot breath on Kevin's ear, "Time for the internal." Kevin's hole clenches, ready for the invasion, as the docs prepare their 'tools', the room filling with the scent of precum and antiseptic.