Dr.'s Orders 1: Manipulation

Frank Parker stays on his knees, lips still wet, pleading for cock. Dr. Hunter gives him nothing gentle. He lines up and shoves his thick dick straight into that upturned ass, driving all 220 pounds of muscle behind every thrust. Frank’s body takes the weight without fighting back. The uniform shirt clings to Hunter’s hairy chest; ink shows at the collar. The room echoes with the slap of heavy balls and the wet sound of a hole being used. Frank stays flat, letting the doctor stretch and ruin him, every push nailing him deeper. Hair brushes skin. Sweat builds. The bed creaks under the force. Hunter keeps pounding, no pause, no mercy, until Frank’s hole stays open on its own.