“That feels right,” the doctor said, running his big hands down Dylan’s inner thighs and giving them a squeeze. His thumbs moved closer together, finding Dylan’s taint and massaging it through his underwear. “I can’t wait to fuck you.”
Dylan had to close his eyes, because if he kept looking at the perfect specimen of manhood in front of him while he said things like that he was going to combust.
“But first, let’s make sure you don’t wriggle too much while the colonic machine works.”
Dr. Schaffer walked back to the cabinet on the other side of the room, the muscles in his wide back flexing as he reached up and rummaged around inside. He came back with several rolls of self-adhesive bandages, the brand of which Dylan recognized from a few years ago when he’d sprained his ankle.
“This should do the trick,” Dr. Schaffer said, taking one of the rolls and wrapping it around Dylan’s leg and the padded stirrup. He’d used up the whole roll and moved on to Dylan’s other ankle before it registered that he was being tied up.
A tendril of unease stirred in his stomach, but by the time both his ankles had been secured, he felt like it was too late to say anything.
Dr. Schaffer was a lot bigger and stronger than him, anyway. It wasn’t like he was any more vulnerable tied up than not. If the doctor wanted to hurt him, there was nothing Dylan could do to stop him.
The fact that Dylan also found the idea of being tied down exciting was something he wasn’t quite ready to admit to himself.
When Dr. Schaffer grabbed a third roll and took hold of his wrist, however, he felt he had to speak up.
“Is that really necessary?”
Dylan’s voice came out wobbly, and he could hear the sound of his pulse echoing loudly in his ears.
He may be a little more freaked out than he’d realized.
“You don’t want to be tied up?”
Dr. Schaffer paused, still holding Dylan’s wrist in a loose grip. He sounded confused, but not angry, and Dylan was left feeling bewildered. Was tying each other up so normal now that not doing it was considered weird? There was no way. Dylan would have heard about that, even with as little sex as he’d been having.
“I mean, you could ask before you do it,” Dylan said, forcing himself to voice his discomfort.
He still really wanted to get fucked, but he felt like they’d moved far enough into the deep end of the kinky swimming pool.
“Are you sure?” Dr. Schaffer bit his lip, his eyes warm. “You don’t want me to take control and have my way with you?”
Something about the way he said it was weird, but Dylan didn’t know why. It was like he expected the words to mean more to Dylan than they did.
“Maybe?” Dylan hedged. “But some communication would be good, too.”
Dr. Schaffer dropped the bandage and cupped Dylan’s cheek, stroking his leather-clad thumb over the edge of his mouth with a tender little gesture.
“I can do communication.” He slid his thumb over the inside of Dylan’s lip, pressing against his teeth and making him taste leather. “Here’s what I’m thinking. I tie you up using these-” he nodded down at the self-adhesive bandage resting on Dylan’s lap “-and then I hook you up to the colonic machine. While that’s running, we tilt the chair back and I feed you my cock. Then, when you’re nice and clean on the inside, I’ll stretch out your hole with my fingers and fuck you. After that, if you’re a really good boy, I’ll let you come before putting you in a chastity cage so that you’ll be nice and horny for your next appointment. Sound good?”
Dylan stared up at the wolf-like grin on Dr. Schaffer’s face, the breath caught in his throat as his cock twitched and released another trickle of pre-come.
The wordschastity cagerang in his ears.
He should say no and leave. Dylan knew that he was in over his head – that Dr. Schaffer was a deviant in ways he was not prepared for – but despite that he couldn’t bring himself to actually say the words to make the doctor stop.
His cock wouldn’t let him.
Taking an unsteady breath, Dylan swallowed and nodded his head. “Sounds good.”
His voice was wobbly.
Dr. Schaffer’s grin turned downright evil. “Good boy. Now let’s finish tying you up so that I can get you hooked up to the machine.”
Dylan held still as Dr. Schaffer used the bandages to secure his wrists to the chair’s armrests.
“Have you ever had a colonic?” Dr. Schaffer asked, walking over to the cabinet next to the sink. He pulled out a rolled-up hose sealed in plastic and carried it over to the machine.
