Dr. Schaffer took the stethoscope from around his neck and put it in his ears. He picked up the bell and held it against Dylan’s chest, one hand coming down to rest on Dylan’s shoulder and keeping it there.
The twin sensation of the cold metal against his chest and the warm hand on his shoulder made Dylan twitch.
“I’m sorr-”
“No talking.”
The interruption was stern, Dr. Schaffer briefly lifting the bell of the stethoscope off his chest. When Dylan looked up, there was a furrow in the doctor’s brow.
He blushed and nodded.
Dr. Schaffer put the bell back on Dylan’s chest and listened to his heart for a while, moving it around at steady intervals, using his hand on Dylan’s shoulder to keep him from moving.
He shifted the bell to the other side of Dylan’s chest.
“Take a deep breath and hold it.”
Dylan obeyed, watching Dr. Schaffer’s face as the man listened to his lungs.
He’d never had a medical checkup that was this thorough before, but it didn’t seem like Dr. Schaffer had found anything he was worried about.
“And breathe out.”
Dylan released his breath, his cock twitching in his underwear when he caught Dr. Schaffer’s tongue wetting his lips.
Dr. Schaffer repeated his request to breathe in and hold it several more times, and something about the controlled breathing left Dylan feeling something close to hypnotized. He was warm all over, and as he sat there it felt like his only contact with reality was the bell on his chest and the heavy hand on his shoulder.
“I’m going to listen on your back now.”
Dylan didn’t understand the significance of those words until Dr. Schaffer stepped forward, close enough that Dylan’s face was pressed into the front of his white dress shirt and his nose was brushing the edge of the doctor’s tie.
Dr. Schaffer reached around Dylan’s torso, placing the bell of the stethoscope on his back, cupping the back of his neck to hold him still against his chest.
Dylan thought he was going to die, he was so turned on. Dr. Schaffer’s body enveloped him, the doctor pushing him into his meaty pecs, and the hand on the back of his neck felt hotter than a brand.
“Breathe normally,” Dr. Schaffer admonished, and Dylan realized he’d been holding his breath. He opened his mouth to apologize before he remembered that he wasn’t allowed to talk.
He felt dizzy at the sensation of the doctor’s masculine scent filling his nose.
Focusing on breathing, Dylan did his best to ignore the way Dr. Schaffer’s muscular chest was pushing against his face. He looked down, staring down the line of Dr. Schaffer’s body, and froze at the sight of a pronounced bulge against the doctor’s thigh.
He could see the head of his cock through Dr. Schaffer’s suit, the line of his glans cutting a prominent crease in the fabric of his trousers.
At first Dylan thought that Dr. Schaffer was hard, but after looking at the bulge for a second, he realized that he was just big.
Dylan’s cock swelled.
“Breathe in and hold it,” Dr. Schaffer said, oblivious to the fact that he was exposing himself and that Dylan now had an erection.
Taking a gulping breath and holding it, Dylan closed his eyes and pushed his palms down on his crotch, praying that his hard-on would go away before Dr. Schaffer stepped back and he was exposed as a pervert.
In Dylan’s experience, straight guys who looked like Dr. Schaffer usually didn’t take well to horny little twinks getting hard because of them.
“And breathe out.”
Dylan tried to focus on following Dr. Schaffer’s orders, but the memory of the doctor’s massive cock was burned into the back of his eyelids.
“That all sounds like it’s in order,” Dr. Schaffer said, taking off his stethoscope and hooking it around his neck. “If you would just stay like that, I’m going to examine your spine, and then I’m going to have you lie down on your back so that I can examine your stomach.”
