Dr.'s Orders 2: Dilation

Mike Fuller waits alone, fists clenched, nostrils flaring. When the nurse fails to show, he starts poking through drawers and trays, searching. The room keeps no magazines, only an assortment of rubber cocks lined up like instruments. He snatches the fattest one and the sight of it tightens his gut. Heat surges; his hole aches, hungry. He snatches a syringe from the tray, sucks thick KY into the barrel, and drives the needle-less tip between his cheeks. One hard push and lube shoots inside him in a sudden wet rush. He hops onto the exam table, rolls back, knees wide, and wedges the dildos in, one after another, stretching himself open with every shove. The stretch burns sweet. Still not enough. He slaps the call button, panting, hole already clenching around nothing, waiting.