“Like this?”
He squeezed down hard and kept rolling Dylan’s nipple between his gloved fingers, the pain making Dylan’s toes curl in pleasure.
“Yeah,” Dylan panted, his cock aching between his legs. If his hands hadn’t been tied down, he would be jerking off like his life depended on it. He unconsciously thrust his hips, making Dr. Schaffer laugh.
“Do you want to come?”
“Please,” Dylan pleaded, his cock throbbing to the beat of his pulse.
Dr. Schaffer gave his nipple a final pinch and rose back to his feet. He slapped his cock down on Dylan’s face, dragging the head of his cock through the mess of drool and pre-come at the corner of his mouth and down his chin.
“You can come when I fuck you. Now open your throat and stick out your tongue.”
Dylan obeyed, and this time when Dr. Schaffer pushed his cock down his throat, he managed to control his gagging – at least for a little while. When the doctor grabbed him by the neck and started fucking into his mouth – putting the full force of his hips behind every thrust – it was all Dylan could do to hang on for the ride.
He barely noticed the machine switching gears and starting to suck the colonic water out of him.
“Oh shit,” Dr. Schaffer said with a laugh, pulling his cock out of Dylan’s mouth and jumping back. “I almost came. Fuck that felt good.” He crouched back down and put his mouth on Dylan’s lips, kissing him upside down Spiderman-style.
After what felt like an eternity of making out, Dr. Schaffer pulled away and rose back up to his full height. He stroked his fingers over Dylan’s throat, smirking at him, trailing them down into the dip between his collar bones and tracing down the length of his stomach. He walked around the chair and positioned himself between Dylan’s spread legs.
“No leaking,” he commented, tugging on the nozzle currently sucking stuff Dylan didn’t want to think about out of his guts. “Good boy.”
Dylan blushed, letting his head hang back so that he didn’t have to look at the doctor as he lay there messy and bared.
“I don’t think you need these.”
Dr. Schaffer grabbed the underwear still covering Dylan’s cock and ripped them apart, exposing Dylan’s cock and balls to the office air. He kept ripping, the muscles in his arms bulging as the waistline of Dylan’s briefs resisted the stretch, but after a few seconds the cotton gave and Dylan’s underwear came free.
The display of strength was incredibly sexy.
“I paid five dollars for those.”
Dylan stared at his ruined underwear, not sure why he was complaining. Those were one of his favorite pairs, but he’d let Dr. Schaffer rip up all his underwear if he looked like that while doing it.
“They were in my way.” Dr. Schaffer put his hands on Dylan’s inner thighs, framing his cock. He bent down and nuzzled his balls. “I’ll buy you new ones.”
Dr. Schaffer then distracted him by pinching the tip of his cock between his thumb and index finger and stroking over his slit with the tip of his gloved thumb.
The sensation was intense. His balls pulled tight, and as Dr. Schaffer kept rubbing, his cock was seconds away from erupting.
“Not yet,” Dr. Schaffer huffed, releasing his hold on Dylan’s cock right before he pushed over the edge. He rose up and turned to the machine, adjusting a dial and making the suction in Dylan’s ass increase.
He could feel the water being siphoned out of him, and it was one of the weirdest feelings he’d ever felt.
“Almost done.” Dr. Schaffer twisted the nozzle, making Dylan grunt at the drag on his insides. “You were pretty clean inside. I think a quick rectal rinse and you’ll be ready to get fucked.”
The machine abruptly cut off, leaving Dylan feeling strangely empty, before new water was shooting inside of him.
The flow stopped almost as soon as it had started, the suction returning. The process repeated one more time, after which Dr. Schaffer pulled the nozzle out of his ass and dried him off with a soft paper towel.
“Nice and clean,” he commented, stroking his finger over Dylan’s hole. He licked his lips. “It’s so tight and pretty.” His grin turned evil. “I can’t wait to see you sore and gaping.”
Dylan gulped, watching with wide eyes as Dr. Schaffer sank back down into a crouch between his legs.
“Hello there,” the doctor crooned, rubbing over Dylan’s hole before leaning in and licking over his opening with his tongue.
Sparks shot up Dylan’s spine, electric pleasure dancing through his body as Dr. Schaffer grabbed his ass with both hands and licked into his hole with greedy swipes of his tongue.
