Receive "treatment"

The doctor pulled his sheet back, revealing a rapidly rising cock. He was initially embarrassed, but that feeling was suddenly replaced with confusion when her hand closed around it.

David had some sense that this might not be the most professional thing for a doctor to do. He also desperately wanted her to keep going.

His head was foggy. What was in that pill she gave him?

Now at full attention, Dr Sanders started slowly stroking his cock, "you seem to be... responding well to treatment. How do you feel?"

Only one word came to his mind and he blurted out, "horny." He closed his eyes and shook his head. What the hell kind of answer was that?

She continued slowly stroking his cock, staring at it while she did, "very good. The first dose of Fortiphine usually hits pretty hard, but don't worry. I'll make sure you're well taken care of."

David was stunned when she leaned forward and wrapped her mouth around his cock. She moaned as she started to slide her lips up and down its length.

Some part of his brain knew he should object. There were several things wrong with his doctor swallowing his cock. He just didn't care. He desperately wanted her to keep going. He wanted to fill her mouth with cum.

As confusing thoughts swirled in his head, he couldn't think of any reason to stop with her mouth. Her pussy. Her ass. He wanted to cover her face, her tits. There was no wrong way for her to make him cum.

David tried to understand what he was thinking. He tried to figure out why his doctor was sucking his cock. He couldn't. The feeling of her mouth eagerly sliding along his dick pushed all other thoughts out of his brain.

She was good. Very good. Soon David said, "I'm going to..."

She purred as his cock exploded into her mouth. He heard her swallow and purr again, apparently immensely pleased with herself. She drained every drop from his cock. She promised he would be well taken care of, and hadn't been exaggerating.

As David was catching his breath, a cute nurse stuck her head into the room, "Ug, Laura! The first load is always the best. I can't believe you didn't share!"

As he tried to put his thoughts together, the doctor's professionalism returned and she did a few tests.

Soon enough, she declared that he seemed to be fully recovered.

"Medically, there's no reason for you to remain in hospital. Still, It might be best if you stay for further... treatment."

"Actually, I'm feeling pretty good."

"We should schedule followup visits. Maybe weekly?" She put her hand on his cock and looked him in the eye, "twice a week?"

David tried to figure out how to deal with this. Considering he was comatose a few hours ago, it seemed like everything was super, except this doctor, who was clearly a psychopath.

He decided it would be best to check himself out.

A helpful hospital administrator explained to David that to the greatest extent possible, the homes of surviving men had been preserved. The government had hoped to do everything they could to ease their transition back into society. If they survived.

She also was quite clear that additional treatment at the hospital was available. Even preferable. On whatever schedule he desired. Administrative assistance could also be offered.

Still reeling, David decided to go home. After convincing the cab driver that he absolutely did not did not need any further assistance getting into his apartment, he walked inside, shut the door, and slumped back against it.

He tried to figure out what was happening with the world.

What did the doctor say? High libido. No modesty. Sexual compulsion. Semen obsession. That definitely tracked with his brief reintroduction to society.

David needed someone to explain things to him. A guy. He started messaging his friends. Message after message was sent. Message after message sat unread and unreplied. Every single one.

Getting a grip on "half of humanity is dead, including every one of your friends" was surprisingly unproblematic. It was completely impossible to comprehend, so it caused David no stress whatsoever.

Still, he needed to figure things out.

That's when it hit him: Sarah.

Sarah had been his work BFF before the virus. Best of all, she was a dyed-in-the-wool, no question, 100% lesbian. She had always been basically a guy friend with tits. She could explain things.

He messaged, "Sarah? Are you still... around?"