The sterile clinic is filled with the soft, steady beep of medical equipment and the quiet, eager sounds of the twink's breath as he lies on the examination table. The doctor, his white coat still on, stands between the twink's legs, his eyes locked on the prize. He's not in a rush, he's enjoying the anticipation, the build-up. He runs his hands over the twink's body, feeling him tremble, before finally, slowly, he starts to push in, inch by inch, his finger sliding into the twink's eager, clenching hole. The twink gasps, his body arching, as the doctor begins to work him, preparing him for more.