Rob Knox lay strapped to the table, the gas mask still hissing. Five seconds under and Dr. Mark Baxter already had his pants down. Jeff Baron slid in close, grinning like a thief with the keys. They worked fast. The first enema hit deep, the second deeper, and every squeeze pushed Rob wider. Tools clicked, gloved fingers probed, and the scene turned from check-up to full-blown dilation. By the time the third bag emptied, Knox’s hole yawned, slick and ready. Baxter traded the nozzle for his fist without missing a beat, knuckles popping past the ring while Jeff fed him another length of thick black rubber. The lights stayed bright, the gas kept flowing, and the two men kept pushing until Rob’s belly bulged and his breath fogged the mask in ragged bursts.
Rob Knox lay strapped to the table, the gas mask still hissing. Five seconds under and Dr. Mark Baxter already had his pants down. Jeff Baron slid in close, grinning like a thief with the keys. They worked fast. The first enema hit deep, the second deeper, and every squeeze pushed Rob wider. Tools clicked, gloved fingers probed, and the scene turned from check-up to full-blown dilation. By the time the third bag emptied, Knox’s hole yawned, slick and ready. Baxter traded the nozzle for his fist without missing a beat, knuckles popping past the ring while Jeff fed him another length of thick black rubber. The lights stayed bright, the gas kept flowing, and the two men kept pushing until Rob’s belly bulged and his breath fogged the mask in ragged bursts.
