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Matthias employs the doctor’s services as soon as possible. He tells his butler Henri no details. He merely summons him to the carriage and informs him that they’ll be running an errand.
Unsuspecting, Henri takes his seat across from Matthias.
But the further they travel into the woods, the more uneasy Henri becomes. He glances repeatedly out the windows, his brows creasing. They’ve never traveled these roads before. No noble lives close by in this direction.
Matthias’ obsession began with a strange advertisement at a gentlemen’s club. He found the flyer under a whiskey glass. It advertised the ability to alter your own body or your lover’s — stamina, sensitivity, the body itself. Ever since he told Henri that he would impregnate him if he could, Matthias has been having frequent dreams of Henri with another hole, made just for fucking. Henri may be unsatisfied with their engagements after Matthias scolded him for touching himself. He could be seeking out women, who don’t care if his body has Matthias’ marks. Matthias pays him well enough to afford it, and Henri would be discreet.
However, the doctor can vanish Henri’s cock and replace it with another pink hole, molded just to Matthias’ liking. Of course, Matthias enjoys Henri’s cock: slender, pretty, and so telling of his internal state. But he’s willing to make sacrifices to ensure that Henri’s body is his alone.
When their carriage stops, Henri gets the door for Matthias. He waits for him to step down, his face returned to polite distance.
Matthias steps onto the dirt path and finds a squat cottage waiting for them. The building is overgrown with shrubbery, and the wood is a deep brown color, sagging with age. It doesn’t look like a place that a nobleman would frequent unless he was seeking something illicit. Drugs is what Henri must assume. But Matthias has no interest in mind-altering substances beyond the occasional drink.
He approaches the porch, letting Henri knock for him. A month ago, he met with the doctor’s representative at a tea shop. She confirmed the time, date, location, and the details of Matthias’ request with him. Despite his reservations about discussing Henri’s body with a stranger, she just jotted down his words in her notebook and shook his hand with professional detachment. It was strange that she was a woman, sent without a chaperone, but this was an illicit procedure. Strangeness was to be expected, and after Bertholdt, he didn’t really want other men thinking about Henri naked.
After Henri knocks, the doctor opens the door himself. He’s a spidery middle-aged man with narrow glasses, his hair thinning. He doesn’t make eye contact with either of them. He bows shallowly and reads Matthias’ information off a notebook. “Matthias Oettingen. Noon. Fourth day of the third month. That’s you?”
“Yes, that’s correct.” Matthias steps into the dimly lit sitting room. He gestures to Henri. “The procedure is for him.”
The doctor glances over Henri, noting everything but his face. He makes a non-committal noise. “Lord Oettingen, will you follow us to the procedure room? Or shall I take the patient on his own?”
“I’ll follow,” Matthias says.
The doctor shuffles off towards the back room. He still hasn’t looked into either of their faces. When he begins to doubt the doctor’s legitimacy, he recalls his research. Mirabelle found plenty of evidence that the doctor produces the promised results.
Matthias follows the doctor.
Henri walks just behind him.
The doctor escorts them down a hall into another room. A single wooden table waits in the center, surrounded by various restraints. The side walls are covered in tall shelves. Jars, vials, instruments, and herbs jumble over them. It looks impossible to find anything, but the man’s mind must work in unique ways to be able to produce such powerful alterations. Matthias suspects that the man practices magic rather than medicine. But he only cares that Henri returns, healthy and his.
Henri shuts the door behind them. He stands near it beside Matthias, folding his hands behind his back. He absorbs the room, seemingly resigned.
The doctor says, “He can undress now.”
He doesn’t ask if Henri is Matthias’ lover. He doesn’t seem to care at all.
Feeling oddly lighter, Matthias says, “Henri, undress.”
Henri hesitates. “Everything, sir?”
“Yes,” Matthias says.
Henri begins to strip, dipping his head to avoid their eyes.
A familiar heat coils in Matthias’ groin, but before he can become too distracted, the doctor begins his explanation: “Once he’s undressed and settled on the operating table, I’ll ask you to wait in the sitting room, Lord Oettingen. I must focus on the procedure completely.”
“Alright,” Matthias says.
He would’ve liked to stay. Although the man is a doctor and must touch Henri to perform his services, he doesn’t like it occurring unsupervised. But at least, Henri’s body can be a surprise. Anticipation is a good thing.
“Do you want him unconscious for the procedure? I recommend it,” the doctor says.
“Is the procedure painful?” Maybe magic can be painful, too.
“Not exactly, but patients find the sensations uncomfortable and in some cases, disturbing,” the doctor explains. “It’s not harmful physically, but the process can often be psychologically difficult.”
“Then have him be unconscious,” Matthias says.
Henri stands naked in the corner with his folded clothes in hand. He freezes at the doctor’s explanation.
The doctor asks, “Does he know?”
“No,” Matthias says.
“Do you want him to know?”
“Only if it’s necessary for good, safe results.”
“It’s not.”
“Then you can explain what you want to him afterwards.” Matthias glances over Henri before asking, “Should he get on the table now?”
The doctor nods. “Set your clothes down on this chair. It’s Henri Sohn, yes?”
“Yes, doctor.” Henri doesn’t try to find the doctor’s eyes. He sets his clothes on the chair, flattening them with his long hands, before he sits down on the table’s edge. He hides his dick behind his hands, his brows pinching in. He glances at the doctor.
“Lay back,” the doctor says. “I’ll secure your upper half and legs in the restraints. When you’re unconscious, you won’t be able to position yourself, and when you wake, I can’t have you panicking. Understood?”
Henri manages a quiet ‘yes, doctor.’ He lies obediently back on the table, still set on hiding his groin behind his hands.
The doctor looks at Matthias. “Lord Oettingen, you can come stand here, if you’d like. Sometimes, patients feel more comfortable with someone familiar. I’ll leave that to your discretion.”
Matthias steps forward, his gaze sliding up Henri’s naked form. If they were alone, he would take his time touching Henri, laid out for him on a table. He would run his hands up his legs and thumb circles along his inner thighs just to see him squirm. But this is almost just as good.
Henri latches onto him, his gaze fixed on his face. He looks almost expectant.
“You can secure that large strap over his arms and chest,” the doctor says.
Matthias reaches over Henri for the padded leather strap. The width is more than his hand. He slides it over Henri’s chest and starts to buckle it in place.
Henri’s dark eyes widen. But when he sees Matthias looking, he averts his gaze.
Matthias sets down the strap’s loose end. Not quite sure what to do next, he pats Henri’s chest.
Henri takes a shuddering breath.
“I’ll take each of your legs and secure them to these anchors.” The doctor shakes the padded leather restraint hanging from chains in the ceiling. “Don’t be alarmed.”
Henri nods again.
Matthias leaves his hand on Henri’s upper chest.
The doctor grasps Henri’s left ankle. He says, “Lift, please.”
Henri obediently lifts his ankle. He watches, his breathing a little shallow, as the doctor wraps the leather around his calf.
After securing it, the doctor yanks it back up.
The restraint pulls Henri’s left leg up and outwards.
His eyes dart away from his lower half. He stares at the ceiling, a familiar pink painting his bare body. He must be embarrassed by his nudity or the position.
The doctor walks to the other side. He repeats the same process with his right leg. Afterwards, he says, “Lift your hands.”
Henri lifts his hands and reveals his soft cock, resting down over his balls. His pink hole flinches against the cool air. He rests his hands at his sides and glances at Matthias, his eyes wide again.
The doctor goes to wash his hands. “You can lift his penis up, so it’s resting against his stomach. After that, I’ll wait for your exit to begin the procedure, Lord Oettingen. Feel free to speak with him before you leave us.”
Matthias reaches between Henri’s forced open legs. He takes his warm dick and rests it against his stomach, revealing his tender balls, the soft stretch of skin between his cock and hole. He holds Henri’s cock in hand, searching his face.
Henri won’t look at him.
He says, “Henri, look at me.”
Henri looks at him, slightly trembling, blushing. He looks tempting like this, and Matthias has never thought to restrain Henri before. He would look pretty in ropes. It’s something to consider once they’re back home. Maybe he could have Henri select the restraints himself and see what items he chooses.
“I researched this doctor. He has good results.” He lets go of Henri. “I’ll see you afterwards.” He strides towards the door, nodding at the doctor, feeling Henri’s eyes on his back.
Matthias returns through the hall to the sitting room. Once he’s seated on a couch, he draws his hand in a fist, recalling the fragile warmth of Henri’s cock in his hand. Need rushing towards his groin, he imagines fucking Henri on that table and watching his skin pink under the restraints, his chest trembling with shaky breaths. Would he still get hard while tied down? Would he try to arch under the straps and come all over his stomach?
He wishes the doctor told him how long the procedure takes. Sighing, he picks up one of the books on the side table.
Half an hour into reading, his mind drifts to Henri’s body. The doctor must be outfitting Henri with something similar to what women have. Matthias doesn’t have any personal experience. He knows women can become wet without oil, which will be convenient, but he’s never been concerned with specifics until now. Henri can instruct him on how to use his new anatomy. Even if Matthias dislikes remembering the woman Henri used to see, Henri should have experience.
At around the two hour mark, the doctor shuffles back into the room. He looks a little sweatier, his hands clasped together. “Lord Oettingen.”
Matthias stands rapidly. “It’s done?”
Henri is nowhere to be seen.
“It’s done. Henri is just redressing,” the doctor says. “If you’re unsatisfied with his results, I’m available to readjust them within the year.”
“Alright,” Matthias says. “I’ll get you your payment.”
After his coachman retrieves the gold and the payment is exchanged, the doctor disappears into the operating room, and Henri steps out of the hallway. He steps gingerly like he’s sore or slightly off-balance, and his eyes are red-rimmed. Otherwise, he’s fully dressed, unchanged from when he entered the room a few hours before.
Matthias almost asks Henri to undress. The doctor could have just fucked Henri, which would explain the tears, and cheated him out of his money. But it wouldn’t align with every story about the doctor’s success. Even if the man is working outside the law, Matthias should still be a gentleman.
He ushers Henri back to the carriage. They climb inside and return to their seats.
Under the whip crack, the horses pull them forward.
The carriage is private enough to take a look at Henri’s changes, but there’s no rush. Matthias has already waited this long.
They ride for a long while in silence.
Henri flinches with each bump in the road. Is he that sensitive, or is it only temporary after the procedure? Will the new hole look like the other one? And if it’s different, how so?
It can’t hurt to look even if he wants to fuck it later.
He says, “Take your trousers and underthings off, Henri. Come sit on my lap.”
Henri unbuttons his trousers. He slides everything down without ever looking at himself. He steadies himself against Matthias’ carriage bench, hovering over him. He says, “My lord, I might make you dirty.”
“Why? Is there blood?” Matthias asks.
Henri flushes, shaking his head. “No, sir.”
“Then I don’t care. Sit.”
Henri kneels on either side of Matthias’ legs, revealing familiar dark curls along his crotch. Obviously, his cock is gone, but it’s difficult to see the rest as he sits.
Matthias says, “Hold onto my shoulders and lean back so I can see.”
Henri does as he’s told. He grasps Matthias’ shoulders and offers his intimate places for his viewing. He avoids looking at Matthias or at himself, instead staring at a point above his head. He doesn’t smell like blood.
But Henri doesn’t have another hole. Instead, he has two soft rises of flesh with a seam down the middle. Matthias studies it silently, resisting the urge to touch. He doesn’t feel like soiling his hands with whatever Henri was worried about when they still have another hour of travel back to his estate.
He asks Henri, “Is this what women have?”
Henri glances down at himself. Horror writing across his face, he chokes out, “Yes, my lord.”
“Where is the hole?” Matthias asks.
Shakily, Henri says, “It’s there, sir.”
“Show me,” he orders.
Henri peels off his white gloves and sets them aside. He tries to steady himself with one hand on the bench back and lean away. He still won’t look down again. He’s more embarrassed about having a pussy than Matthias thought he’d be, and the knowledge runs straight through Matthias’ cock.
Matthias supports Henri’s back. “Go ahead. You can lean back.”
Henri leans back against Matthias’ hands. He shuts his eyes, his black lashes fluttering, before he opens them and looks down. His brows tip up. He reaches between his legs and presses his fingertips against the soft skin, one on each side. Gently, he pulls the flesh apart and reveals his soft pink insides. His breathing becoming uneven, he sounds near tears when he says, “Do you see it, my lord?”
Sure enough, a soft pink hole exists in Henri’s new anatomy. It’s not puckered, and it looks inviting as it pulses under the carriage’s cool dry air. Stranger yet is the small cock atop Henri’s pussy lips.
He asks, “How does it become wet?”
Henri bows his head, trembling, as he holds himself open. “Through stimulation, my lord.”
Matthias hums. Henri’s pussy looks pink and vulnerable. The skin looks like it has more give than a cock. He feels himself hardening further in his pants.
Henri’s shoulders start to shake. He hasn’t lifted his head again.
Matthias says, “Explain what the different parts are and their effects.”
Henri sniffles. Teary-eyed, he meets Matthias’ gaze and lets himself go. Leaning back against Matthias’ hands, he points to the skin-colored flesh. “These are the outer lips, my lord.” He tugs himself back open, his hands trembling, his fingertips pinning himself open to the soft pink insides. “And the inner lips.” He shifts back further, and all the warm pink flesh moves against itself tantalizingly. He shivers as he points to the upper hole. “This is where urine exits, and this is the vagina.” He points to the hole Matthias originally spotted.
“And the small cock?” Matthias asks.
Henri points to its base, a few silent tears leaking down his cheeks. “The clitoris, sir.”
“You haven’t told me any of the functions,” Matthias says.
Henri blinks up at Matthias, teardrops hanging onto his lashes. He’s beautifully flushed. “Their functions regarding pleasure, my lord?”
“Yes,” Matthias says, his own cock twitching at Henri’s words.
Even through the fabric of his jacket and shirt, Henri’s back feels so warm against Matthias’ hands. He looks tempting in his lap. It’s difficult not to drag him down on his cock now. Still, his new hole isn’t wet right now. Does Henri mean if Matthias fucks him it’ll naturally become wet over time? Would that rip him?
“The clit can be pleasurably touched, sir.” Henri wavers. “It’s very sensitive though.”
“Is it fragile? Will it break?” Matthias asks.
“No, my lord.” He blinks out more tears. “It’s only sensitive.”
“Go on,” Matthias says.
“Gently stroking or licking across all of it can be pleasurable,” Henri adds, avoiding looking at himself. “There’s also a spot inside that’s good to stroke or rub against.”
“Alright, show me that.”
Henri glances up, shocked.
“Finger yourself, Henri,” Matthias says. “Show me how you would touch yourself.”
“Right here, sir?” Henri asks.
“Yes,” Matthias says.
Henri breathes in and out once. He coats two fingers in saliva and pulls back the hood off his little cock with his other hand. With his wet fingers, he circles his clit. His eyes squeeze shut, and he tenses up, whimpering softly.
Matthias feels so hard. Henri looks so delicate, and he has the crude urge to pinch Henri’s fat little clit hard. If Henri was telling the truth, it wouldn’t ruin him, just draw out a lovely reaction.
Henri’s tiny cock starts to pulse and grow under his fingers. Mesmerizingly, his pussy starts to glisten with wetness. A clear viscous fluid slides out of him and coats the inside of his lips, its strings dripping down towards Matthias’ lap.
He asks, “Is it typical to get wet this quickly?”
Henri’s pussy pulses under Matthias’ words. He drips down onto his lap and opens his eyes, flushing in horror. “My lord, I’m so sorry. I’ve dirtied your trousers.”
Matthias stares at the wet spot in the fabric before returning to Henri’s drenched reddened cunt. This must be what he now looks like when aroused. The thought heating through him, he says, “But is this speed typical?”
Henri blushes. “It may be a little fast, sir.”
Matthias stares at the slick dribbling out of Henri’s hole. He drags his eyes up to Henri’s face, his tone neutral. “So your pussy is exceptionally slutty.”
Henri’s flush creeps down his neck. He tears his eyes away from Matthias’ face, his voice quieting. “I’m sorry, sir.”
“Show me the spot inside yourself,” Matthias says.
“Yes, my lord.” Henri bites his lip. Carefully, he swirls his fingers back through the wetness. He looks near tears again. He pushes his fingers into himself and shivers, full-body, his face tightening up. His head drops back, and his lips part in pleasure. He shuts his mouth, seemingly at war with himself, and curls his fingers up inside his hole.
Henri takes his own fingers. They slide into his pussy without resistance, the noise wet. He squeezes around them.
“I don’t know if even whores touch themselves and become this dripping wet,” Matthias says. “You look ready to bounce on just any cock.”
Henri curls in towards himself, his fingers squelching into his cunt. He makes a noise like an aborted sob. “Sorry, sir. I’m sorry. I wouldn’t.”
“Then what are you imagining?” Matthias asks.
Henri whimpers. He seems split between holding onto Matthias and leaning back against Matthias’ hands. He straightens back up, his fingers moving faster. He makes a lewd sight in only the upper half of his fine suit, his legs splayed apart and his fingers shoved inside his sopping wet cunt. The pinked insides and the throbbing of his untouched clit only tempt Matthias further.
He says, “I asked you a question, Henri.”
Henri cries openly. He sniffles. “I’m imagining you touching me, sir.”
“Really? Is that all?”
“I’m imagining your cock inside me, my lord.” Henri looks mortified, his neck and ears flushing darker.
“Fucking yourself on your fingers and thinking about my cock,” Matthias repeats. “What does that behavior sound like?”
“Slutty, sir,” Henri says softly.
“And what does that make you?”
“A slut, sir.” He bows his head again. He blinks out tears on his suit jacket.
“I’d agree,” Matthias says. “I thought you’d be more enjoyable with another fuckable hole, but clearly, I overestimated your self-control. At this rate, you won’t be able to keep your fingers out of your whore pussy. You won’t ever be satisfied. I’ll have to worry about you bending over for other men and offering them your cunt.” He lowers his voice. “After all, you took it so well when Lord Dassel had your ass.”
Henri sobs softly. “No, sir. I wouldn’t.”
Matthias says, “Come.”
Henri takes his clit between his fingers, still fucking himself on his other fingers. He pumps his clit like a tiny cock. He curls into Matthias’ shoulder, gasping out little moans, and tenses, squirting on Matthias’ lap. His fingers pump slowly inside himself as he unravels.
“Do I have to buy you a false cock for every room?” Matthias leans in, holding Henri’s back. He murmurs, “Leave you seated on one at all times, so your pussy doesn’t feel too empty? I’m certain that no matter how long I left you I’d still find you dripping like right now. I could turn you over and fuck into your loose cunt.”
Henri cries against Matthias’ shoulder. He shakes his head. “I can do my job, sir, I promise, I promise. I don’t need it.”
“We’ll see,” Matthias says.
Henri goes silent. He takes his hands off himself and draws back.
Matthias stares down at the slick darkening his trousers. It looks like a genuine spray, and it’s more than he expected. He glances up at Henri, asking, “And what was this?”
Henri hiccups out another soft sob. “I squirted, sir.”
“Yes, and what does that mean?”
“That I…” Henri bites his lip hard. “I enjoyed it, my lord.”
“You enjoyed your own fingers that much?” Matthias asks.
Henri’s eyes overflow again, his gaze skittering back down. “Only because I was thinking of you, my lord.”
Matthias says, “You aren’t in trouble. But clean up my trousers.”
“Thank you, my lord.” Henri gets off him. He gets down on his knees and retrieves his handkerchief. He begins cleaning off Matthias’ lap, his eyes catching on his remaining erection. After cleaning off his own fingers, he asks, “Should I get dressed again, my lord?”
“Will you get wet from sucking on my cock?” Matthias asks.
Henri fists the handkerchief in his hand, lowering his gaze. He says, “I don’t know, sir. It’s a possibility.”
Matthias knows that on occasion Henri gets hard from taking him in his mouth. It’s been happening more frequently, so it’s safe to assume his pussy will have a similar reaction. “Don’t redress yet. Service me with your mouth, and afterwards, I want you to turn around and present your pussy to me.”
Henri flushes. “Yes, sir.” He reaches up to undo Matthias’ belt.
Pleased, Matthias lifts his hips and lounges back in his chair. He sighs in satisfaction as Henri swallows down his cock, reveling in the warm heat and the thought of Henri’s pussy dripping all down his bare ankles. Overall, the pussy operation was a fantastic decision. Henri seems more easily aroused and more easily embarrassed. Once they’re back home, Matthias can implement his other ideas and test out Henri’s new hole.