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Dr. Mark Iplier is very fond of his routines. They guide his thoughts, habits, and curb any of his… quirks, so to speak.
It gives him order. Control. While some do not understand this need for control of his, a very particular, quirky person does. One person follows every order, every request, shared aloud or silently demanded. His heart, so to speak. His one out of 206.
The doctor opens his eyes.
"Hello, darling," he purrs, making direct eye contact with Jeffrey Thankyou's blood red eye as he's bouncing on Dr. Iplier's dick.
What a beautiful sight to wake up to.
The heaving of his tits, sucked and bruised from the night's before, the way his chest is pink from exertion, his tummy and thighs shaking from effort. Blond hair tangled beyond help as it cascades down Jeffrey's back. His bangs, usually styled to perfection as Dr. Iplier requires, are as messy as the slick dripping down Jeffrey's pussy. The red cross clip, his first gift to his beloved is almost falling off his hair. There's no order, no professional upkeep, and Jeffrey looks ruined beyond repair.
He's never looked so radiant.
Because Jeffrey is a perfect nurse, he doesn't miss a beat. His unbitten lips crack a shy smile as he beams.
"Good morning Doctor! Did you sleep well? Wouldn't-mmph-want the good doctor to-uh!-get less than the recommended-ah!-eight hours of sleep-" Jeffrey chirps as best he can, interrupted by his own moans whenever Dr. Iplier's hips roll deeper into Jeffrey's perfect pussy. It's tight and hot, and Dr. Iplier can feel Jeffrey's pulse beating frantically as he clenches harder around Dr. Iplier's member. Dr. Iplier is almost sick by how much he loves his nurse, and he makes sure to meet Jeffrey's thrusts beat for beat, pulse for pulse, moan for grunt.
The blond melts, almost falling into Dr. Iplier's chest. To reward his beloved nurse, who's been working very hard, Dr. Iplier's firm hands grasp Jeffrey's slutty waist, steadying him as Dr. Iplier uses gravity for its intended purposes.
"How could I not? You've kept my cock so warm. Thank you, my dear. Bend closer, please," he requests. Without hesitation, Jeffrey leans closer. Always eager to please, it's as cute as it is helpful.
Any attempt Jeffrey wanted to reply is swallowed by the moan he lets out as Dr. Iplier swirls his tongue around Jeffrey's areola. Jeffrey jolts, at odds with the desire to move closer, or run away.
That won't do.
With a possessive hum, Dr. Iplier sucks harder on Jeffrey's right nipple, making sure to flick and bite it, and keep it clenched between his teeth almost hard enough to draw blood. He's made the right choice as the harder Dr. Iplier bites, the louder Jeffrey whines. He makes sure to hold the tip of his nipple in between his front teeth, randomly increasing and decreasing the pressure to keep Jeffrey on his toes. Rolling his tongue over the sinful treat in his mouth, it's as distracting as it is perfect. But it's important to apply treatment to all affected areas.
By switching to the other nipple, he clamps his fingers over Jeffrey's abused right nipple, he endeavors to abuse his left nipple with his mouth. He wants to ruin it to match right nipple. Making it red and puffy, swollen as if there was milk behind it. He hums around the nipple, nearly chuckling at the pitiful whines and whimpers Jeffrey makes.
At the loudest keen, Dr. Iplier gives his nurse mercy. With a pop! he lets go, but still leaves a hickey right between the nurse's pretty pecs.
"There. Something to remember me throughout the day. I'm sure it'll pair nicely with your heart bralette. Wear the black heart set today, okay darling?"
Jeffrey nods furiously, always eager for a command.
Dr. Iplier releases as much cum as he can into his cunt as a reward for the obedience.
Today's shift was long. With so many patients and only one doctor in the office, Dr. Iplier had to work overtime. Jeffrey, his sweet Jeffrey, wanted to stay behind with him, but Dr. Iplier sent him home with a kiss and a pat on the behind. He has a surprise planned for Jeffrey, and it requires the lab to be free of sweet, albeit nosy nurses.
The door creaks when Dr. Iplier opens it. It seems Jeffrey is worried. He'll have to spend some time making his late hours up to him. It would be…unpleasant, to say the least, if Jeffrey is worried. Dr. Iplier learned his lesson after his unhappy nurse only narrowly missed his heart with the tracking device.
Happy wife, happy life as they say. Dr. Iplier's kidney is proof of that, snug and warm where it's nestled between Jeffrey's organs. Their matching scars are the Doctor's favorite spot to kiss. He misses worshipping Jeffrey, and thinks of the ring hidden inside their gut jar.
Speaking of wives, warm hands snake around Dr. Iplier's waist as he hangs up his coat. They wander dangerously close to Dr. Iplier's pocket, where his surprise sits.
Dr. Iplier grins. He does not panic nor does he give any hints to his curious nurse. He will find out in due time.
"Hello Doctor, I've missed you," his love whispers, hands moving up and down his body, before settling back around his waist.
Good slut. Jeffrey knows his rules.
Dr. Iplier hums, imagining that when Jeffrey hugs him, his body will consume Jeffrey's flesh, tenderly caressing every tendon and bone. Their insides would rot and become so tangled, scientists would not know who was who.
Jeffrey's lovely voice brings him back from his fantasy, for it seems his nurse is in an anxious mood tonight.
"Dinner is almost done, dear. Will you accompany me and dine in the parlor?" his voice is meeker than normal, trembling with leftover worries. Oh, his poor sweet nurse. Always five steps ahead of him, always so worried for others, never himself. He'll spoil Jeffrey tonight. Chase away all the burdens he carries.
"Of course, my darling. I'll be along shortly to help you set the table," he pats the hands clutching his waist, and holds back a laugh at how even Jeffrey's hands, steady and determined, radiate shyness.
He feels more than sees his nervous nurse nod, and how the immediate grief hits his body, craving more of the warmth from Jeffrey's body as it leaves him. He mourns the loss of Jeffrey around him, but lets the nurse slink back to the kitchen unchased. When Jeffrey gets in his head like this, Dr. Iplier has found it most imperative to let him fiddle and flutter about, and making dinner always allows Jeffrey to turn off his brain. He'll catch his sweet nurse soon enough. Today's scene requires more planning, however.
Normally, when Dr. Iplier returns home and hangs up his coat, Jeffrey greets him with a hug and a kiss. If it was a stressful day for Jeffrey, then Dr. Iplier can look forward to under the table blowjobs as he eats the meal Jeffrey created. Sometimes, Jeffrey will leave Dr. Iplier a surprise in his coffee, his special cream mixed to perfection into the drink.
But today was an off day. A rarity. For Dr. Iplier to come home late, for him to send Jeffrey home early? Dr. Iplier must remain cautious, for how his beloved will worry. Luckily, a healthy multitude of orgasms will make Jeffrey forgive him. But what fantasy does the Doctor play tonight?
Casting a look at the spare bedroom, its lights turned off gives Dr. Iplier an idea. His lips curl as tonight's feast plays out in his mind. Yes. The perfect gift to make up Dr. Iplier's long hours.
His mind takes him back. A desire teased out long ago, Jeffrey's thighs shaking from how Dr. Iplier demanded answers. All their toys were used that night, his shy nurse unwilling to spill his darkest dreams.
Dr. Iplier won in the end though. He always does.
The spare bedroom has sat empty ever since the Doctor moved in next door to Jeffrey. No use for it, until tonight.
It seems that they will need to renovate, come nine months, maybe earlier.
Dr. Iplier's long strides take him confidently to his kitchen, where Jeffrey is puttering about, fussing over the meal. His darling is dressed tonight in his mother's yellow dress, small white polka dots scattered across it like freckles on an angel. It hugs his sinfully slutty waist, and the apron tied there just accentuates Jeffrey's natural hourglass figure. The dress itself is old, vintage in how it once belonged to a housewife who was only allowed to cook and care for kids. Jeffrey's made minute changes to it, but treasures it dearly as one of his late mother's possession.
Dr. Iplier is thankful every day he gets to see this, how it frames his curves, his toned legs perfectly accentuated with blood red heels.
After pausing to take in the view, Dr. Iplier swiftly cages Jeffrey to the counter, wrapping his thick arms around his waist, and toying with the apron. He relishes in the squeak Jeffrey lets out as he braces their combined weight onto the counter.
"D-Doctor? W-What-" Jeffrey begins, but Dr. Iplier barrels on, setting the scene.
"My darling, your Doctor is worried about you. Ever since you left work, you've been wilting. I stopped by the office before coming home, and he's given us new instructions. Are you up for it tonight, my love? Do you trust me?" As he speaks, one hand beams it to its destination, and he lays a large palm on Jeffrey's stomach.
Again, Dr. Iplier feels how Jeffrey nods, how he shivers in his arms. It sends a sharp thrill through his veins, how eager and trusting Jeffrey is. They both have been burned (and stabbed and flayed and drowned and-) before, but Jeffrey is so open. He's yearning for instructions, for a firm hand to tell him what to do. It's cute, how mindless he is. How submissive and obedient. Jeffrey would do anything Dr. Iplier wants, and some days, when he's feeling off kilter, he wants to break his nurse down into pieces, let their bloods stain his mouth as he consumes them. Wants them together for eternity, have Jeffrey holding their skin together as he coos at how steady Jeffrey's hand is when he's stitching them together.
The sharp intake of breath alerts the Doctor he was pushing too hard on Jeffrey's tummy, so he eases up and kisses Jeffrey's neck as an apology, stopped from going lower only by the tight yellow dress.
"Apologies, darling, my mind left me. Where was I?" he asks, not expecting a response as his hand strokes Jeffrey's tummy. "Ah, right. Open, darling."
Jeffrey's mouth drops so fast Dr. Iplier is sure his jaw aches, and he knows he didn't imagine how quickly Jeffrey's legs parted either.
Dr. Iplier reaches into his pocket and pulls out the pink, heart shaped pill he developed earlier, and drops it into Jeffrey's waiting mouth, who swallows it without a complaint or thought. That's his pretty, brainless slut.
It's effects take no time to settle, and Jeffrey shuffles even more, still trapped with his tummy being stroked
"W-What's happening, D-Doctor? I feel-ah-wet?" He moans, and tries to turn. Dr. Iplier allows it, only because he wants to see Jeffrey's expression when he explains.
Dr. Iplier smirks, and observes how Jeffrey's pupils become dilated, how he's panting even more.
"Well, when a couple are at an important stage, it's important that Mommy is fertile. I know you've been worried about my long hours, and I assure you, I will be there for you and the baby. Your Doctor even gave you a special pill to increase fertility."
At the words "Mommy", Jeffrey's eyes widen. It's uncoordinated, due to the drugs, but the excitement is still present in how his eyes sparkle. At the words "baby", Jeffrey is nodding, leaning even more into Dr. Iplier's arms.
"Please, Doctor! I, I'll be perfect, I'll braid their-ah!-hair and sing them to sleep, but oh, please. Can I? Can I really be Mommy to your kids, Doctor? I want it more than anything in the world, I'll be so pliant," he babbles, words slowly getting taken over by lust. Looks like the aphrodisiac kicked in.
Dr. Iplier smirks again.
"I believe you should call me "Daddy" instead, then. Wouldn't want Mommy to be alone now, would we?" he purrs, and finally kisses Jeffrey.
It's not like the sweet kisses they exchange in the office. Nor is it like the heated kisses they share in his bedroom.
It's a possessive kiss, fueled by the desires of both. Passionate and harsh, Dr. Iplier's hand lays at the base of Jeffrey's throat, claiming the smooth skin for himself. As if to remind Jeffrey who he belongs to.
They break apart with a gasp, Jeffrey already looking undone by a mere kiss. How cute.
"Daddy please, I feel so empty. My pussy's tingling and-" Jeffrey's cut off by Dr. Iplier's tsk and harsh swat on the behind.
"Now, now, darling. I don't think you should be using such filthy words, what if the little ones hear?" He scolds, rubbing a hand over Jeffrey's ass. Before Jeffrey can even begin to think, Dr. Iplier lands another couple of hard smacks.
Jeffrey gasps, and Dr. Iplier swallows it with another heated kiss.
They're not even undressed yet, Dr. Iplier muses as he takes in how flushed and red Jeffrey is. His beautiful whore. I must change that, he thinks.
He takes his time undressing his sweet nurse, taking care to not rip or tear Jeffrey's mother's dress and apron. It's one of the few possessions left behind by Jeffrey's mother, and so he treats it with the love it requres. He's methodical as always, quick hands dexterous and intimately familiar with how to get Jeffrey naked fast.
Giving Jeffrey no time to recover, Dr. Iplier lifts him onto the kitchen counter, careful not to disturb the prep work Jeffrey had. Dinner will be eaten, but his darling comes first.
Jeffrey smiles shyly at Dr. Iplier, and Dr. Iplier bites his lips so hard he tastes blood. How Jeffrey will beg to be bred yet still be shy when he's naked, it's like Christmas came early.
"You need to spread your legs nice and wide, Mommy's too small for Daddy to fit. He needs space to breed your cute little cunt," he groans, one hand undoing his tie, the other popping his dick out of his trousers. He kisses Jeffrey's cheek, and nudges Jeffrey's thighs apart, helpless to the resist the shining beacon in front of him.
His dick bobs as it's freed from, pre-cum already pearled perfectly at the top. If Jeffrey was a more patient lover, Dr. Iplier would stop here, and bring his lovely nurse to his bedroom. Would fold and hang Jeffrey's mother's yellow dress on its special hanger, and let Jeffrey sink to his knees, sweet mouth open and waiting.
But his dearly beloved nurse has had a hard day, and has been ever so worried for him. Dr. Iplier prefers not getting stabbed, so he simply strokes himself, using the pearl of his own arousal to guide his motions.
Jeffrey's almost vibrating with his excitement, and Dr. Iplier makes a note to himself to tie his nurse up next time.
He chuckles again at how sweet and eager his darling always is, and grips Jeffrey's thighs hard enough to leave more bruises. With barely any strength, Dr. Iplier pulls Jeffrey closer, making sure to kiss his cheek and to start leaving kisses down his throat.
Jeffrey knows the score, and wraps his arms around the Doctor's neck, moaning when he nips Jeffrey's pulse point.
Dr. Iplier sucks mark after mark, rumbling in Jeffrey's ear as he lines himself up, and slowly sinks into Jeffrey's folds. It takes every ounce of self control to not start pounding right away, but Jeffrey looks so pretty when he's dazed and adjusting to Dr. Iplier's cock. Dr. Iplier has never claimed to be kind when he's in love.
"You'll look so pretty pregnant with my babies, lovely. I can't wait to see you swollen and helpless, you'll have to rely on me for everything hm? I should keep you here, stuffed full every day," he growls into Jeffrey's ear, just low enough so Jeffrey's pussy clenches even harder.
Fuck, he's tight and he's everything Dr. Iplier wants.
The adreneline of control, how Jeffrey looks up at Dr. Iplier like he hung the stars, relying solely on Dr. Iplier to bring him satisfaction it would drive a weak man to his knees. A weaker man would fold, give his sweet nurse everything he ever asked for. But Dr. Iplier knows what Jeffrey likes, and that is to be treated like the beloved whore he is.
So he waits until Jeffrey's tugging weakly at his hair, before drawing almost completely out. He spares a glance downwards as he's teasing Jeffrey with the head, soaking up the helpless words falling out of Jeffrey's mouth forming useless prayers.
He feels like he's drank a lake and still isn't satisfied, because Jeffrey's puffy folds are pratically begging to be bred, but Dr. Iplier is a cruel man. To himself and those he adores. He takes his time rubbing up and down, teasing Jeffrey by pressing in with a feathery touch, one hand pinching Jeffrey's lips, another laying claim over his throat, hands curled possessively.
If somebody else saw Jeffrey like this, heard his cute pants and moans, Dr. Iplier would kill them. He'd kill them without sparing a single thought on how, wouldn't use his methodical, usual ways. He'd fucking kill them. His rage would be endless.
The darkness in him rears its head, fueled by the images of somebody seeing his-his fucking nurse- fall apart, get to lick his tears.
His madness boils in his stomach, and only at the pained whimper, does Dr. Iplier realize he's thrusted fully into Jeffrey. His nurse is trembling in fear, and oh, that isn't good.
He can't be gentle, but he can try. He's slow as he pulls out, kissing away the tremors wracking his lilthe body. His monsters scream to take, but his heart's quivering in his arms.
The Doctor is never good at apologies, but he is for Jeffrey, anything for his beloved nurse.
He pushes his anger and jealously aside, and tries to emulate as much softness as he can, tenderly grinding in and out of Jeffrey. He can't believe he forgot his purpose of this scene. How he wanted and needed to reassure Jeffrey of his love, to show Jeffrey pleasure rather than the pain he's suffered.
Like a sinner saved, Dr. Iplier focuses on Jeffrey's pleasure. He's stroking Jeffrey's folds with his fingers as he moves, peppering kisses all over his neck, chest, collarbones, every inch he could reach.
"You deserve to be sat upon a throne, with your tummy swollen from my cum. Dressed in jewels, blood soaking every kiss we share. Fuck, lovely, I can't wait to see you swollen and helpless," he rumbles, trying so hard to not drill into Jeffrey, to be tender and a good Doctor.
Jeffrey's sobbing openly now, pleas mixed with painful gasps, and it's music to Dr. Iplier's ears. His nurse's tight heat surrounds Dr. Iplier's sensations, and he's thrusts crescendo from gentle to harsher.
He's never been kind in love. Their love has always been tainted from the start, neither of them came together knowing gentle, normal love. Only insanity, pain and bloodshed juxaposed with sweet kisses. The years they've spen together have crafted their own normal, their own perfect. Their own paradise.
"You'll have to rely on me for everything hm? I should keep you here, stuffed full every day. My little broodmare, how sweet you sound like this," He coos, speeding up with every word. By the time he needs to breathe, he's pounding into Jeffrey so hard the spice rack is shaking. Jeffrey's cries are forming words, but it's linguistically useless, his genius slut unable to form a coherent thought.
"You're-ah!-Oh god, I can't-hnn!-think! I need more, please, breed me! Fill me up until I can hardly walk!" His sweet nurse is crying again, and Dr. Iplier hones in immediately on the tears dripping down his face. Hishishis.They taste salty and coppery on his tongue as he licks them up, and Dr. Iplier leaves a butterfly kiss over Jeffrey's right eyelid.
"Oh darling, you've been so good for me. Orgasms help your egg be fertilized, and mark my words darling, you'll be a Mommy tonight, you can cum," Dr. Iplier promises.
At Dr. Iplier's permission, Jeffrey whole body shakes with the force of his first orgasm. His pussy convulses as Dr. Iplier fucks him though it, his hands groping and squeezing every inch of Jeffrey's skin he can. The drug's effects are visible in how long Jeffrey's cunt milks Dr. Iplier's dick, and he groans, his own hips stuttering as he releases his first load into Jeffrey's inviting hole.
But he's not done yet, and neither is Jeffrey. Swallowing his nurse's cries with another kiss (as many as he wants), Dr. Iplier relishes in how pliant Jeffrey's tongue is, how one orgasm renders him submissive as a bunny. He owes his beloved future wife more orgasms, so without giving him a break, Dr. Iplier caresses Jeffrey's folds, making sure to devote fingers to flicking Jeffrey's little nub.
If he wasn't so cruel earlier, Dr. Iplier would've sunk more fingers into Jeffrey, but he won't. He's tortured him long enough.
Jeffrey sobs at the pain and overstimulation, and Dr. Iplier continues happily licks up the tears sprouting from his red gaze. His own release is still being greedily swallowed by his sweet nurse, and Dr. Iplier hopes it takes. Then again, the night is still young. His dick may be softening when he pulls out, but his mouth still works. He'll fill Jeffrey up as many times as he can.
A wicken smirk forms on Dr. Iplier's face as Jeffrey pants, boneless from the force of his orgasm. He soaks in how limp Jeffrey is, still twitchy and fragile.
Dr. Iplier's favorite prey is when they are pliant and brain dead, after all.