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Izuku was getting a bit too used to the view of the infirmary's ceiling, and this time, apparently, was going to last a while. During the last clash, he'd ended up pushing himself again, leaving fractures in both of his legs. Recovery Girl had told him that, with his track record, and the fact the fractures were relatively minor, she insisted he let them heal naturally. While All-Might and a few of the teachers had argued, Principal Nezu had put a stop to it, not wishing to sacrifice student safety any further than he'd already done. Thus, Izuku was immobilized, his legs placed in heavy casts, and held up at a forty-five degree angle, spread slightly, and he was told to rest until Recovery Girl cleared him for duty.
The thing about recovery was, it was boring. The hours passed, with Izuku quickly wearing the novelty out of studying his notebooks, filling out the details of the fight he had been in, and witnessed, and scrolling on his phone. The empty afternoon was interrupted as a familiar face walked into the empty infirmary room. Wearing a white smock, Hitoshi strolled in, a superior smile on his face, looking down at Izuku. "Hey there, Midoriya." Izuku's mouth opened to reflexively respond, but then he caught the look in Hitoshi's eyes. Izuku was helpless, and pinned in place.
Izuku nodded, turning to face Hitoshi in confusion, watching him closely. "Ah, well, it would've been easier this way, but... well, as long as I keep talking, you'll make some noises eventually." Under that purple hair, there was a familiar, cruel smile, the one Hitoshi had made to Izuku as he told him to walk out of the arena. Absolutely convinced of his control of the situation. "See, I volunteer up here, in the infirmary. I change sheets, fetch supplies, help with the long-term care patients. See, I can get people to do what they need to do to recover, no matter how reluctant they're feeling. I do tests and check on things when Recovery Girl is busy. And we've got some work to do, here, after that beating you took. You understand?"
Izuku nodded, watching Hitoshi carefully. He moved like a cat, watching every step, eyes tracing Izuku. He leaned in and grinned. "You've been in here since last night, hero-boy. Let's clean you up." Hitoshi's arm lashed out, pulling the hospital gown off of Izuku in a single tug. Izuku's mouth opened to protest, managing to clamp down on the noise. Hitoshi nodded. "You get it. You argue, you make a response, you'll cooperate. You don't, I get to do as I need. You just try and relax, Midoriya. We do need to get you clean."
Izuku sat, naked and helpless, his only covers being the casts on both his legs, as Hitoshi threw the gown away, and walked over to the sink, filling a small plastic bucket with warm water. He chattered at Izuku, apparently relaxed, asking questions and giving the briefest of pauses, baiting out an answer, "So, how'd the fight go? I heard about it from your classmates." A soft smile as he picked out and drenched a washcloth. "They tell you how long you're going to be here?" He grinned, walking back, examining the naked Izuku, a predator sizing up his prey. He lingered on Izuku's cock, hanging limp between those useless legs.
"Now, bed-bound patients need to be washed, Midoriya. Otherwise, you'll get sick, risk infection. I'll be by, every day, to keep you nice and clean. Doesn't look right if an adult woman's doing it, after all. Raises all sorts of questions. Much more okay for a peer, of the same gender, to handle it. School policy." He laughed, as the warm washcloth landed on Izuku's shoulder. Izuku cringed and stifled grunts as Hitoshi roughly washed his body, paying especial attention to the bruises and bumps, 'accidentally' twisting his fingers into the painful spots, as he chattered on, pausing only briefly, leaving an opening for Izuku to surrender. He lifted him slightly, washing and drying his back, before setting him down. "See, nothing out of the ordinary. Just doing my job, Midoriya. We all want you to get better."
Hitoshi moved to the end of the bed, just outside of Izuku's reach. Izuku's body, pinned in place by the immobilizers, couldn't bring his hands past his hips... and so was completely unable to stop him as Hitoshi continued his harsh cleaning on Izuku's cock, the rough, damp fibers, warm and wet around his cock, as Hitoshi stroked him, had him twisting, testing the limits of his mobility. His fingertips could just barely touch Hitoshi's, who pulled back, to somewhere beyond his reach, the washcloth slipping between his cheeks. Izuku felt Hitoshi's fingers pressing on the other side of the cloth, teasing his asshole, as the purple-haired boy grinned cruelly at him. "Gotta keep all of you clean. It's just us guys, Midoriya. Nothing to be embarrassed about." Izuku squirmed under his eyes, wanting to protest, but knew his body would be Hitoshi's playground if he did.
When the cloth withdrew, Izuku relaxed, as Hitoshi took up the chart at the end of the bed, writing activities and times. He put on some blue latex gloves, as Izuku watched him warily. He wasn't sure what Hitoshi had in mind, but he had to be prepared. Naturally, he wasn't ready for a lube-slick finger to come out of Hitoshi's pocket, and return to that helpless hole, pressing in. Izuku bit down on his cheek, stifling a yelp. "It looks like you've got a lot of injuries to your abdomen, Midoriya. Might've hurt something internal, and Recovery Girl only got a real good look at those legs. We're gonna have to take a look. Just relaaaax" He said, as a second finger pressed inside.
Izuku found that clenching only made Hitoshi's determined fingers hurt worse as they pushed inside, spreading him open. He shuddered when those hands pulled back, and something cold and metal took their place, a perfect circle expanding as it pushed inside, spreading him open. A speculum? When had Hitoshi had one of those? What on earth was he - Izuku's thoughts were interrupted as the tool stretched him open with a mechanical click, and then again. He felt himself just at the edge of tearing, as Hitoshi leaned down, looking inside him. "Yes, just gotta check you out, carefully, Midoriya. Can't let the academy's hope for the future check out here. All-Might's little prodigy who can't stop breaking himself."
"Do you feel that, Midoriya?" Izuku's iron control broke as Hitoshi's fingers slipped inside without warning, and began violently pressing on his prostate, forcing a gasp from Izuku's lips. That was all it took. Izuku's body was Hitoshi's. His struggles, his shifting, his reaching to try and intercept Hitoshi stopped, as he lay back. Hitoshi smiled. "Oh, good. This'll make things so much easier." Izuku felt Hitoshi lay down beside him, his face resting on his bruised belly. Midoriya felt his arm wrap around behind Hitoshi's head, resting against his back, almost like cuddling.
Hitoshi's upper arm reached over Izuku's leg, and began stroking the helpless boy's cock, which quickly stiffened... a response to stimuli? A command from Hitoshi? Izuku, helplessly watching behind eyes that were no longer his own, could only watch as Hitoshi teased and toyed with his cock... while the other hand slipped under his leg, and went back to massaging his prostate. "A healthy young boy like you, you need to let the pressure out, Midoriya. You shouldn't let these things get backed up while you're recovering. Wouldn't be good for you. Let's drain these poor, heavy balls." Hitoshi did not seem to be in a hurry, his strokes firm but not rushed, as his fingers rubbed and pressed into Izuku's prostate, sending jolts of pleasure through the doubly-helpless Izuku.
Izuku felt his fingers running through Hitoshi's hair as his captor lazily stroked him, as he felt those teasing fingers press and rub inside him, searching down every little weak point. Izuku's body jolted and writhed as those cruel fingers toyed within him, the speculum leaving him stretched uncomfortably open and unable to do so much as clench down around them. Hitoshi watched him carefully, Izuku's body showing every response, every little twitch as the purple haired boy explored his body, winding his victim up tighter, pushing him along towards the edge. Those soft, playful fingers moved up and down, pausing occasionally to rub the throbbing head of Izuku's cock.
Izuku felt the moans and gasps force themselves free, robbed of the right to resist Hitoshi at all, his body an open book to him. As the torment continued, Izuku felt the pressure rising, approaching the end. A single bead of precum formed at his tip, as his breathing grew ragged. He felt the release approach, and just as he was about to finally cum, Hitoshi's hands withdrew, leaving him only the feeling of the air conditioner on his throbbing shaft, and the feeling of cool air across his gaping hole. "Not yet, Midoriya. Not yet. But don't worry. We'll drain those pretty little balls of yours. Like recovery, this isn't something you should rush."
The scene unwound without end, Izuku being brought up to the edge, and down again, as Hitoshi teased and toyed with him. Eventually though, Hitoshi sped up without warning, and Izuku felt the pressure build up within, spilling out all over his chest. Hitoshi smiled down at his helpless body. "Good boy. See, doesn't that feel so much better?" Izuku nodded, without volition, and the purple haired boy smiled, sitting up and stretching. "Good, good. Now, I'll be back here, every day until you're all recovered. I'm sure you'll grow to love my visits. Now, rest up." Izuku felt exhaustion overtake him, and his eyes closed, framing the retreating figure of Hitoshi as he looked back, grinning like a cat who caught the canary.