That happens to me for betting 00

I watch you with that bastard smile I know from work while pointing towards the local with dim lights and techno music filtering from inside.

"Since you lost the bet, faggot, you're going to know what a real bar is" I tell you, gently pushing you towards the entrance of the Leather Den. "No more of those boring hetero bars you always go to."

The bouncer, a bear in a leather harness, lets us pass without a problem. As soon as you cross the door, the atmosphere hits you: men with collars, harnesses, some with straps. The bar is attended by a kid with his torso naked and pierced nipples.

"Two beers" I shout to the bartender while watching you swallow hard at the sight of the spectacle around you. An older guy has a young kid on his knees at his feet, petting his head as if he were his pet.

"What's wrong, buddy? Are you enjoying the atmosphere?" I ask you with irony, seeing how you can't take your eyes off the domination scene you have right in front of you. "This is what happens when you go out with the real boys."

The bartender serves us the beers and winks at me. "Is your friend new around here?" he asks, pointing at you with his chin.

A guy in a green pajama and white bathrobe approaches your companion and negotiates with him to play with me.

The guy in the green pajama walks up with a decisive step, completely ignoring you while heading directly to your companion. The white bathrobe hangs open, revealing the hospital pajamas and worn-out slippers.

"Good evening" he says with a twisted smile, glancing at you sideways. "Is that the new toy Marcus told me about at the bar?"

Your companion looks at me with that bastard smile I know too well. "Indeed, Doctor. My buddy here lost a bet and now belongs to me for the night."

The guy in the pajama examines you like you're cattle at an auction, nodding in approval. "Perfect. How much do you want for an hour of consultation with him? I have my office ready in the basement."

"Fifty euros" your companion responds without hesitation, extending his hand while you stand there not understanding what the hell is going on.

The supposed doctor pulls out a crumpled bill from the pocket of his pajamas. "Deal. Patient," he says, pointing at you with his finger, "follow me. We're going to do a very special check-up."

Your companion pockets the money and pats you on the back. "Have fun, buddy. I'll stay here drinking with your money."

The guy in the green pajama grabs your arm firmly. "Let's go, sickie. The doctor needs to examine you inside and out."

But I, but I

"But what, damn it?" your companion cuts you off with a cruel laugh. "Are you backing down already? A bet is a bet, faggot."

The Doctor grabs your arm even harder, digging his fingers into your skin. "No buts, patient. Patients don't make decisions, that's what the doctor is for" he says with an authoritative v...