Dylan closed his eyes, tracing the big vein on the underside of Dr. Schaffer’s cock. He could feel the shape of it on the broad of his tongue, the salty-clean taste of Dr. Schaffer’s member filling his mouth, his jaw straining to accommodate the wide member.
It felt amazing.
“Fucking tease,” Dr. Schaffer said with a laugh, leaning forward and splaying his hand on Dylan’s chest. He moved his cock a little deeper, testing to see how much resistance there would be, and shuffled closer so that his suit-clad thighs wrapped around Dylan’s head.
Dylan could feel the strength of Dr. Schaffer’s muscular thighs against his ears, clad in soft wool, the tree-trunk limbs trapping his head as the doctor slowly fed him his cock.
Dylan choked and tried to wrench away.
“Let it happen,” Dr. Schaffer rumbled, pushing his cock down the length of Dylan’s throat one slow inch at a time. He squeezed down over his Adam’s apple, the grip keeping Dylan in place.
Dylan gagged and choked, but there was no escaping Dr. Schaffer’s cock. Drool and spit were leaking down into Dylan’s eyes, his throat convulsing, but there was nothing Dylan could do except take it.
A mellow calm settled over Dylan’s mind, the feeling like a warm blanket of submission holding him down and making him feel good. He relaxed, managing to stop his gagging and accept the intrusion into his esophagus.
The doctor didn’t stop until he had his cock buried to the hilt, his big balls dangling down and resting over Dylan’s nose and eyes.
Dr. Schaffer moaned in pleasure and held still, letting the convulsions of Dylan’s throat work his cock.
He stayed like that until Dylan saw stars dancing across his vision.
“Look at your nipples,” Dr. Schaffer mused, rubbing his hand over Dylan’s chest, his big fingers seeking out one of Dylan’s nubs and pinching gently. “These would look good pierced – then I’d have something to tug on when I fuck you.”
Dylan wasn’t listening. His lungs burned, and every twitch of Dr. Schaffer’s cock made him feel like he was about to start gagging again, but the floaty, mellow feeling somehow made it feel good.
Still, he could feel himself about to pass out.
“We can talk about that later,” Dr. Schaffer said. He let go of Dylan’s nipple. “I’m going to fuck your throat now. Keep your mouth open.”
Dr. Schaffer pulled out, finally letting Dylan gasp for breath, and shifted his position. He leaned some of his weight on Dylan’s chest, pushing down on his lungs, and then thrust his hips forward.
Dylan choked as the thick cock forced its way down his throat.
He pulled at his bound arms, trying to kick, feeling pinned and trapped. It was scary, but also one of the best feelings he’d ever experienced.
“Lick my balls,” Dr. Schaffer growled, yanking his cock out of Dylan’s mouth and straddling his face. His taint rested against Dylan’s brow, his heavy balls rolling to either side of the bridge of his nose.
He smelled like man, and Dylan was too turned on to feel embarrassed about the way he sniffed and licked at Dr. Schaffer’s sac.
“Fuck yeah,” Dr. Schaffer grunted, slapping his cock down on Dylan’s throat as he tea-bagged him. “Lick my nuts. Take them into your mouth.”
Dylan tried to obey, but with his head angled back he couldn’t manage to get the big balls past his lips. Instead, he kept licking, trying to ignore the now uncomfortable pressure in his intestines.
Dr. Schaffer stepped back and crouched down, his twinkling eyes suddenly staring into Dylan’s own. The aggression from earlier was all but gone, good-natured cheer taking its place. The break was more than welcome.
“How are you doing?”
Dylan took a minute just to catch his breath, but then he grinned.
“I’m good.” He giggled. “Your cock is huge!”
Dr. Schaffer smirked, his expression cocky. “Yeah, but you took the whole thing.” He wiped a drop of pre-come away from his slit and smeared it on Dylan’s lips. “The machine is just about done filling you up. Think you can take another round of skull-fucking while it empties you out?”
He stroked Dylan’s cheek, and Dylan leaned into his touch, nuzzling the cool leather of his glove. There was drool and sweat all over his face, and Dylan felt like the best kind of mess.
“I think so,” he said, the taste of the doctor’s balls still coating his tongue. “Can you pinch my nipples some more?”
The question slipped out before Dylan even realized he wanted to ask it. Dr. Schaffer grinned, sliding his hand over to Dylan’s nipple, pinching and twisting the nub between his thumb and index finger.
