1 . Name: imstupid @ 2011-09-11 05:13

a/n: god help me. de-lurking but I completely understand if you want to force me back into lurking...

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There was something to be said about the primal thrill that raced through his body in those precious minutes before a surgical procedure.

The RED Medic likened it to the old, worn metaphor of falling- the exhilarating rush of endorphins that flood your body in the weightless seconds before impact were not unlike the light headed feeling of giddiness inspired by his preparation. He reveled in the pleasing clinks of metal on metal as scalpels and forceps were dutifully laid out. Sanitizing the operating room, laying out his tools, binding down the patient... all thoroughly exciting rituals that surely were enjoyed by doctors universally.

…..Well, perhaps not the binding-down-the-patient part.

The Medic turned his gaze away from his row of gleaming, shining instruments to his less than willing patient- the BLU Sniper.

The BLU Sniper who was currently tied down to the Medic's operating table, arms bound at his sides and legs retrained in stirrups.

The Sniper was visibly panicked, eyes darting around the room in fear as his muscles tensed and strained against the binding. The Medic could not help but be reminded of a small animal being cornered.

“Listen, mate, whatever it is I've done wrong by ya, I swear it was nothin' personal! There's no need for all this then, is there? Bringin' me here and all. I mean. We're both adults here, aren't we? Just...just hang on now, let's talk this out, give conversatin' a fair go, ya know? I mean, I just, I think that-”

“Stop! Stop stop stop, mein gott, your incessant blathering is driving me insane!” The Medic punctuated his reprimand by slapping a gloved hand over the Sniper's mouth. This quieted him instantly, and for that the Medic was thankful. He was a man of unparalleled patience, but even he had his limits.

Never mind the pitiful, frightened expression the bushman now had trained on him.

The Medic breathed in deeply and exhaled through his nose, willing his irritation to ebb. “My apologizes, Herr. I did not mean to snap at you, it is not my vish to frighten you. Zat is not vhy I have brought you here. I vill be more zhan happy to explain my intentions to you if you promise to just. Be. Silent. Can you promise me zat?”

Dumbstruck, the Sniper nodded.

“Zhank you.” The Medic removed his hand from the other man's mouth and wiped it discreetly against the side of his coat, turning back to his instruments. He had everything he needed laid out on a tray next to the examination table, neatly aligned and freshly sanitized. The sight of this caused a pleasant rush of excitement to flare up again, eliciting a smile from the Medic. He reached for an empty syringe and stabbed it into a bottle of clear fluid, slowly filling the tube.

“Now, you seem to be harboring several dangerous misconceptions about my motivation for taking you here, Herr Sniper. I must say, you have quite ze imagination! Zis not some sort of...of..” The Medic waved his hand in the air, reaching for the proper words, and the Sniper's eyes were immediately drawn to the large needle clutched between his fingers. “..some sort of petty revenge scheme!” The Medic continued, putting away the clear liquid and flicking the edge of the needle with his thumb and index gfinger. He chuckled slightly as he turned to face the Sniper.

“No, no, nothing of zhat sort. I hold no personal grievance againzt you for your actions on ze battlefield, and I hope zat you extend ze same amount of forgiveness to me. It is vork, nothing personal, ja?”

The Sniper only stared in response.

The smile slowly slipped from the Medic's face. “Hm. Vell. Yes, anyway, as I vas saying- you are not here to receive some sort of punishment from me. Nein! Zis is strictly a matter of science, and ze pursuit of scientific knowledge!”

Holding the syringe aside, the Medic reached for the Sniper's trousers with his free hand and yanked down on the zipper. “Hey now, wait jus' a minute!” The Sniper yelped, thighs instinctively tensing against the restraints in a futile attempt to close together. “Now wot do ya think your doin' with-”

The Medic huffed, agitated. “I zought we agreed zat you were to be silent, Herr.” In a quick and no doubt practiced maneuver, the Medic finished unzipping the Sniper's trousers and yanked them down as far as the stirrups allowed, bunching them around his thighs. The Sniper gave out an undignified squawk as the Medic did away with his undergarments in a similar fashion, leaving the man completely exposed.

A satisfied grin spread across the Medic's face. He unabashedly oogled the Sniper as he continued. “As I am sure you are aware, I conzider myself an intellectual. I enjoy learning, discovering, understanding, but most of all...I enjoy improving! Zhere is no better feeling of accomplishment zhen zat which is felt by ze individual who has bettered ze lives of his fellow man! I am sure you can sympathize vith me, Herr Sniper, vhen I say zat zere are not many opportunities in zis hellhole of a war zone for me to practice vhat I have learned, so vhen an opportunity presents itself, I must...seize it.”

Ignoring the Sniper's insistent protests, the Medic reached out and wrapped his hand fully around the other's penis, feeling the weight of it against his palm. “I have noticed somezing about you, Sniper, zat is quite different from ze other men. It is a very subtle difference, and I vould have not known ozervise, but I had ze misfortune of stumbling upon you filling one of your wretched jars during ze battle zis morning. And ZAT. Zat is vhen I saw.” The Medic slid his fist upwards, deftly pinching the loose skin shielding the sensitive head of the Sniper's cock. The Sniper sucked in a breath, and the Medic chuckled at the way the man's stomach visibly clenched. He tugged gently on the foreskin, rolling it back and drawing a hiss from the Sniper.

“You are uncircumcised.”

The Sniper turned his head to the side, his face burning with embarrassment and eyes squeezed shut. “Sowry mate, but I'm not followin' ya,” he forced out between clenched teeth, voice shaking. “Wots my pecker got to do with anythin'?”

The Medic lifted the other man's organ upward, holding the foreskin back and placing the tip of his needle just at the base of the shaft. “Zis vill only hurt for a second,” he grinned, and the Sniper let out an anguished cry as the Medic slowly pierced the needle into his penis and depressed the plunger.

"I am injecting you viz a mild anesthetic to keep you numb throughout ze procedure,” the Medic narrated, pointedly ignoring the other man's quiet whimpering. “Ze numbing is optional, but I believe it is is for ze best- it vould be a shame if you were to wear out your restraints!"

The sniper did not join in with the doctor's raucous laughter, which only increased tenfold as he observed the horror and understanding blossoming across the Sniper's face.

“Yer... god, what... yer bleedin' mad, doc! Wot the bloody FUCKING hell do think yer doin'?! You can't just...you can't...you just can't! You can't!”

Laughter slowly tapering off into chuckles, the Medic shook his head. “Oh Herr, you should see ze look on your face right now. It is priceless!” He pulled the (now empty) syringe out and moved to place it back in his kit, exchanging it for a thin pair of forceps and a scalpel. “Now, I must determine how much of ze skin I vill be removing. Tell me, does ze foreskin ever cause you discomfort? Any pain or constriction during arousal?”

The Sniper sputtered. “Listen, Doc, ya don't understand! You can't just, just, just...go whackin' bits off now, it just isn't right! That's, you know, that's somethin' ya do as a tyke or not at all, get me? I mean, ok, I get it, my equipments a bit different, but it's, ah, it's nothin' that needs correcting or, or, or improving, or whateva'!” He gave his restraints another valiant tug, desperately trying to squirm out of them.

The Medic placed a hand on the Sniper's lower stomach to steady him, ignoring his pleading. He again took the Sniper's cock in his hand, this time pushing the foreskin forward until it completely surrounded the soft, pink head and paused for a moment, securing his clamps around the skin. “Doc...doc..” the Sniper sobbed. “Don't. Please..”

“Ack, again vith ze talking, Herr! Honestly, I zhought we had an understanding...” Pinched tightly between his fingers, the Medic pressed the scalpel against the foreskin, holding it taunt with the clamps. “Now. You may feel a slight pressure, but it vill pass. Some doctors might suggest not to vatch as I make ze cut, but I highly encourage you to look- it is ze most entertaining part!”

The Sniper groaned and turned his face away.

“Hmph,” The Medic huffed. “Suit yourzelf zhen.” He swiftly sliced the foreskin with a single vertical incision and two horizontal cuts. The thin covering gave way beneath his blade so smoothly and easily it was almost poetic. Gently peeling the numbed skin away, he paid no heed to the sticky mess he was making- blood smearing across his gloves, the table, and the Sniper's pulled-down trousers. Discarding the now useless bit of skin, he unscrewed the clamps and used them instead to pinch tightly at the incisions, stemming the flow of blood.

“See, zhat wasn't so bad,” he cooed, placing his foreceps aside once he was sure that the bleeding had stopped. The Sniper's eyes were still screwed shut, and he was breathing very shallowly. The Medic hummed, gingerly inspecting the organ. He had to admit, it was quite attractive now- the entire shaft looked red and sore, but the full, flared head of the Sniper's penis now lay completely vulnerable and uncovered against his inner thigh. It really was a vast improvement.

“You vill be very sensitive,” the Medic murmured, pressing the pad of his thumb against the slit, feeling Sniper twitch heavily against his palm despite the numbing anesthesia.

“Especially here, around ze glands, now zat zey are no longer hidden...”

The Sniper choked, eyes finally opening to stare, slack-jawed, and as the Medic attentively stroked him.

Carefully cradling the Sniper's balls in his left hand, the Medic used his right to squeeze and stroke along the shaft, swiping his thumb against the hypersensitive head with each upstroke. “It's different, ja?” The Medic panted, inexplicably excited by the sight of the bushman's penis filling with arousal and slicked with his own blood. He began to pump the Sniper faster, pressing against the fresh incisions until the other man cried out. “Ahhhh, christ, ah bleedin'...fuck..” the Sniper moaned mindlessly, wriggling furiously against the restraints.

“Ze increase in sensitivity should allow you to reach orgasm quite quickly with repeated stimulation.”

Bracing one bloody hand against the Sniper's bare thigh, the Medic began to pump him in earnest, friction eased by the steady dribble of precome leaking from his slit. In his grip he could feel the throb of the Sniper's erratic heartbeat. Jerking him hard enough to make his arm ache, he leaned down to press his mouth against the Sniper's ear and whisper breathlessly:

“Come, Herr, it iz alright.”

With a broken wail, the Sniper's entire body tensed and the Medic felt the hot splash of the other man's release over his hand. He slowed his strokes, gently milking the Sniper through the last shuddering twinges of his orgasm.

There was a pause then, both men struggling to catch their breath. On an impulse the Medic moved his head down to press his face into the crook of Sniper's neck, inhaling deeply. He reflected that the intense gratification after an operation was almost as satisfying as the preparation.

Almost.

“Anozzer successful procedure,” he purred self-indulgently.