He was growling and huffing, clutching Dylan’s cheeks hard enough to bruise.
Dylan felt like he was coming apart.
Two fingers pushed into his hole, clad in slick leather, and Dylan let out a grunt like he’d been punched. Dr. Schaffer’s fingers were thick and long, the leather glove adding to their girth, and Dylan’s hole burned at the stretch.
He clenched his jaw and moaned as Dr. Schaffer pumped his big fingers in and out of his ass. The doctor leaned in and licked Dylan’s ass while he fingered him, sounding absolutely filthy as he slobbered all over Dylan’s hole, the stretch increasing as Dr. Schaffer started scissoring his fingers and opening Dylan up even more.
Dr. Schaffer leaned back, making a sound in the back of his throat before spitting on Dylan’s hole and adding a third finger.
The burn was delicious.
“Do you like that?” Dr. Schaffer growled, finding Dylan’s prostate and jabbing his index finger right up against the sensitive gland. “Tell me how much you like it.”
“I love it,” Dylan whimpered, the doctor’s fingers too much and not enough all at once. “Please…”
Dylan didn’t know what he was pleading for.
“You want more?”
Dr. Schaffer sounded cocky. He pulled his fingers from Dylan’s ass and rose up to his full height, standing between Dylan’s spread legs, and grinned down at him.
“Well?”
Dylan nodded. “More please.”
Dr. Schaffer removed his gloves and threw them to the floor, the leather making a wet sound as it hit the hardwood, and stroked both hands down Dylan’s thighs.
“I can do more.”
He grabbed his cock by the base and slapped it down on Dylan’s leaking cock, his wide shaft coming down on Dylan’s smaller member and obscuring it from view. He lifted his cock back up and smacked it down again, hitting Dylan’s balls and making him jerk at the sudden pain.
“Cute.”
Dr. Schaffer put his cock down flat on Dylan’s stomach and pressed it down with the palm of his hand, leaning forward and looming over him. His grin was all teeth. “Look how deep I’m going to go.”
The head of his cock rested right over Dylan’s belly-button, huge and scary over the smooth expanse of Dylan’s stomach.
Dylan was speechless.
“Open up for me,” Dr. Schaffer growled, sliding his hips back and dragging the tip of his cock down between Dylan’s legs. He let the bulbous head come to rest against Dylan’s opening, rubbing over the slick rim, pre-come leaking from his cock and running down Dylan’s crack.
To Dylan’s relief, Dr. Schaffer grabbed the lube and drizzled what looked like half the bottle on his cock before he started to push.
He stopped just as Dylan’s anal ring was about to yield.
“Ready?” he asked, waiting until Dylan made eye contact and nodded before ramming his dick forward.
Dylan tensed up and cried out, the pain sharp and penetrating, his hole feeling like it was on fire. The head of Dr. Schaffer’s cock was far wider than three fingers, and it hurt.
Dr. Schaffer pushed into him with unrelenting pressure, ruthless and steady, not giving him so much as a moment to relax and get used to the stretch.
“Fuck!” Dylan whimpered, feeling like he was being split in half.
“Good boy,” Dr. Schaffer rumbled, rubbing Dylan’s chest and leaning down to kiss him. He didn’t stop until he was balls deep. “I knew you could take it.”
Dylan opened his mouth and let Dr. Schaffer’s tongue aggressively push into his mouth, feeling deliciously full and conquered.
The doctor lifted his head, a wild gleam in his eye. “Can I fuck you?”
