Dylan didnotknow. “It changed color. It used to be light brown, but now it has that dark edge.” He looked up at Dr. Schaffer, surprised to see that the amused cockiness from earlier was all but gone.
“Is it bad?”
He must have sounded worried, because Dr. Schaffer laughed. “No, it looks fine, but I don’t like that it changed color. I’ll remove it for you when we’re done here.”
Dylan was relieved. That was exactly what he’d hoped would happen.
“And that won’t cost extra?”
Dr. Schaffer tilted his head, giving him a long look. Slowly, the cocky aura he’d had earlier returned. The crinkle at the corner of his eyes and the curve of his lip turned playful, and his eyes sparkled.
The difference from just a second ago was dramatic.
“How about we work something out?” Dr. Schaffer stroked the tip of his fingers over the dip in Dylan’s back, brushing over the ridge of his spine in a way that felt anything but clinical.
“Work something out how?” Dylan asked, shivering at the gentle touch. His neck ached from looking up over his shoulder and he turned his face back to the bench.
The smooth leather was clammy against his cheek.
Dr. Schaffer’s fingers circled the line of Dylan’s spine, moving lower and caressing the top curve of his butt. Dylan’s breath hitched, and he wondered if Dr. Schaffer was actually suggesting what he thought he was suggesting.
“I’ve had a long day, and it would be good for me to release a little stress. Do you think you could help me with that in exchange for a tiny little mole removal?” Dr. Schaffer groped Dylan’s ass, squeezing his cheek in a firm grip and giving it a little shake. “I mean, you’re obviously attracted to me. Right?”
Dylan’s first reaction was to feel mortified. Dr. Schaffer was a doctor. He shouldn’t be propositioning patients. It was wrong.
Dr. Schaffer moved his finger down and brushed over Dylan’s hole, and all at once Dylan didn’t care if this was immoral or not.
“Right,” Dylan confirmed, feeling like he was in a dream.
“So do we have a deal?”
Dylan hesitated, glancing up over his shoulder to see the handsome giant smirking down at him.
Future him would never forgive him if he passed up an opportunity like this.
“I… yes. I’d like to… If you’d like to…”
Dr. Schaffer laughed, releasing his grip on Dylan’s ass and giving it a light smack.
“So polite. I like that.” He walked over to the cabinet and retrieved a bottle of lube, giving it a shake and setting it down on his desk. Then, with a cocky grin and maintaining eye-contact, he pulled off his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt.
Dylan had been able to tell that Dr. Schaffer had a nice body, but he was still stunned seeing it laid bare. His shoulders were wide, his arms beefy, and his pecs looked like two solid slabs of meat.
He wasbuilt.
“Look at you, you’re practically drooling,” Dr. Schaffer teased, walking back to the bench. He grabbed Dylan by the hair, giving his head a playful yank, and then lifted him up so that he was on his hands and knees.
He stroked Dylan’s ass, grabbing his left cheek in his big hand and squeezing down. Dylan whimpered and then yelped in shock when Dr. Schaffer let go and delivered a stinging smack to his ass.
“You look good like this, but I think we’ll move things to the other room.”
Dr. Schaffer grabbed him under his arms and lifted him off the bench, putting him down on the floor and grabbing him by the back of his neck. He steered him toward the door and into the hallway.
“We’re alone, right?” Dylan looked around, covering the bulge in his underwear with his hands as Dr. Schaffer marched him down the hall.
“We are,” Dr. Schaffer confirmed, shifting his grip from Dylan’s neck to his hair and giving his head a little shake. It hurt, but the manhandling sparked something in Dylan that he didn’t know how to explain.
He liked it.
