Dylan shook his head, watching as Dr. Schaffer struggled for a second to tear open the plastic with his gloved fingers.
“I think you’ll like it,” Dr. Schaffer said, finally getting the wrapping open. He pulled out a thick plastic tube and connected it to the colonic machine, before pulling another smaller tube out of the same wrapping and connecting it right below the first.
The plastic wrapping still wasn’t empty. There was a slim, cone-like thing still inside that Dylan was pretty sure was going up his ass.
“Shit, I forgot the lube. Hold on.” Dr. Schaffer reached into the wrapping and put the cone-like nozzle on Dylan’s lap, tossing the now empty wrapper in the trash. He grinned and pinched Dylan’s nipple. “I’ll be right back.”
Dr. Schaffer left the room in a rush, leaving Dylan sitting in the padded chair with his feet spread wide in the air, unable to move.
In the sudden quiet, Dylan was left wondering what on earth he was doing. He tugged on his bonds, trying to move his arms and legs, but he was completely secured.
There was no getting out of the chair until Dr. Schaffer let him.
“And I’m back.” Dr. Schaffer barged back into the room, kicking the door shut behind him and holding up the bottle of lube from his office. He walked right up into the space between Dylan’s legs, putting his hand on Dylan’s shoulder and leaning down until they were face to face. “Did you miss me?”
Dylan licked his lips, hyper aware of the dimple in Dr. Schaffer’s chin and the crooked ridge of his nose.
“Maybe?” he said, embarrassed.
“Can I kiss you?”
Dylan’s heart slammed into the wall of his chest, beating wildly. He nodded.
“Good boy.”
Feeling like he was in a dream, Dylan held still as Dr. Schaffer closed the distance between them and pressed their lips together.
It was a gentle, barely there touch, sending chills rushing down Dylan’s spine and giving him goosebumps. He moaned, parting his lips and wanting more.
Dr. Schaffer let out a chuckle. He rubbed his chin against Dylan’s jaw, stroking his stubble over Dylan’s clean-shaven skin, and then grabbed him by his hair and tugged his head back.
“Greedy,” he rumbled, pushing his tongue into Dylan’s mouth, licking into him with an aggressive swipe of his tongue and taking control.
It was unlike any kiss Dylan had ever had. Dr. Schaffer growled into his mouth, licking and biting, his stubble rubbing over Dylan’s lips and cheeks and making his skin feel rubbed raw.
It felt fantastic.
“Open your mouth,” Dr. Schaffer growled, lifting his head and staring down at Dylan like he owned him.
His expression was stern. Demanding.
Dylan parted his lips, Dr. Schaffer’s body filling his whole field of vision, the bindings on his wrists and ankles feeling like the only thing keeping him from floating away.
Dr. Schaffer grinned, and Dylan was left shocked when the muscular man lodged a wad of spit right into his mouth. Before he could process what had just happened, Dr. Schaffer crashed their lips together again, licking into Dylan’s mouth and forcing him to practically choke on his tongue.
“God damn you’re cute,” Dr. Schaffer growled with a cocky laugh, standing up and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Dylan looked up at him with wide eyes, his breaths coming in short little pants, shellshocked. The doctor ran his hand through his hair, pushing it out of his face. “Fucking hell. Do you even know how good you look?”
Dylan didn’t answer.
“All right, let’s get you cleaned out.” Dr. Schaffer grabbed the nozzle resting on Dylan’s lap. He took the lube and smeared a generous portion all over the white plastic, not seeming to care that he was getting lube all over his glove. “It’s a closed loop, self-regulated system. Water goes in through the little hose, and then the big one sucks it out, and then the process repeats until you’re clean. You might feel some pressure and cramping, but that’s normal. Are you ready?”
Dylan waited a full breath before he nodded. He was still reeling from having Dr. Schaffer’s tongue invading his mouth, licking over his teeth and making his tongue submit, and his lips were tingling from where the doctor had rubbed his stubbled jaw over them.
“Good boy.” Dr. Schaffer pulled Dylan’s underwear down just enough to expose his ass, and without any preamble, shoved the lube nozzle inside of him.
Dylan instinctively tried to jerk away, grunting at the sudden invasion, but since he was tied down there was nowhere to go.
“Tight,” Dr. Schaffer commented, pushing the nozzle in further. Dylan let out a whine, his anal muscles protesting the stretch, but then the circumference of the nozzle narrowed and Dylan’s hole clamped down hard. Dr. Schaffer grinned. “I’m going to have my work cut out for me when I stretch you out. My dick is a lot bigger than the speculum.”
