He groped his crotch, and Dylan’s eyes widened at the sight of his bulge. His cock was pushed down the length of his thigh – thick and bulging – the shape of his cockhead clearly visible under the straining fabric.
It was much bigger now than before, both long and girthy, and the size of it left Dylan feeling very inadequate. His own erection, the size of which was very obvious due to the tent in his boxer briefs, was not nearly as big.
“Ready?” Dr. Schaffer asked, hooking both the plastic tubes to the nozzle shoved into Dylan’s ass. He walked over to the machine and fiddled with the dials before letting his finger rest over a green switch.
Dylan nodded and Dr. Schaffer flipped the switch. A flow of warm water shot into Dylan’s rectum, pushing into him and filling him up like a water balloon.
“How does that feel?” Dr. Schaffer asked, walking around the chair and coming to stand behind him. Dylan could feel him looming at his back, but he was too captivated by the machine pumping him full of water to turn around and look.
“Weird,” he said after a moment, the water flowing and making him feel full. “Like I have to go.”
Dr. Schaffer laughed. “Make sure you hold it. If you make a mess of this office, I will not be happy with you.”
Dylan gulped, the note of warning in Dr. Schaffer’s voice going right to his balls. Something about the playful nature of the threat just did it for him.
He was making all sorts of discoveries about himself today.
“Let’s get this out of the way.” Dr. Schaffer grabbed the headrest behind Dylan’s head and yanked it up, removing it from the chair all together. Dylan leaned back over the edge of the seat, looking up at Dr. Schaffer’s face grinning down at him.
“Hello there. Now hold on.”
Before Dylan could ask what exactly he was supposed to hold on to, he found himself falling back as Dr. Schaffer lowered the back of the chair until it was horizontal with the floor.
With the headrest removed, Dylan’s head hung over the edge of the chair, his face right up against Dr. Schaffer’s bulge. He stared, feeling like he was in a dream. The bulge was so close that if Dylan lifted his neck he could push his face right into it.
Dr. Schaffer saved him the effort. He unbuckled his belt – yanking it off and letting it drop to the floor – and opened his pants. He then reached his big leather-clad hand into the front of his suit and pulled out his cock.
It wasenormous.
Veiny and thick, with a gorgeously bulbous head, the pulsating member loomed over Dylan’s face and filled his vision.
Dylan’s hole clamped down on the colonic machine nozzle at the idea of something like that trying to go inside of him.
It had to be nine inches, at least.
“Oh yeah, you like that,” Dr. Schaffer growled, grabbing his cock by the base of his shaft and smacking it down on Dylan’s upturned face. “My cock likes it, too.”
The thick member felt scoldingly hot against Dylan’s cheek, and as Dr. Schaffer started bouncing it down on his nose and mouth, Dylan forgot all about the water gushing into his bowels.
“Open up,” Dr. Schaffer demanded, tracing the leaking tip of his shaft over Dylan’s mouth. He pushed Dylan’s head further down, grabbing and manhandling him, getting him into the perfect position to have his throat fucked.
Dylan didn’t so much open his mouth as the position forced his jaw apart.
“Good boy,” Dr. Schaffer growled, pushing into his mouth. He grabbed him by the throat. “Watch your teeth.”
Dylan gagged, the cock much bigger than anything he’d taken down his throat before, but Dr. Schaffer held him down. Drool leaked out of the corner of his mouth, running down his chin and into his eyes, the thick cock filling his mouth and forcing his jaw to stretch.
“Taste good?” Dr. Schaffer teased, pumping his hips before rubbing the head of his leaking cock over Dylan’s tongue.
He squeezed down on Dylan’s throat, the buttery soft leather of his glove clammy against Dylan’s skin.
When he didn’t get an answer, Dr. Schaffer pulled his cock out of Dylan’s mouth and smacked it down on his face. It hurt, like a real slap, but before Dylan could complain, Dr. Schaffer pushed the thick length back into his mouth, this time sliding deeper and making him gag even harder.
“Suck it,” Dr. Schaffer commanded, his voice dipping into an intimidating growl.
Even though his mouth felt too full to obey, Dylan tried his best. He closed his lips around the mushroom-shaped head of Dr. Schaffer’s cock, careful of his teeth, and sucked.
Dr. Schaffer let out a satisfied breath. “That’s it. Work my cock with your tongue.”
