SICKOS

Dr. West takes one look and knows the job calls for more than a surface check. He fills a turkey baster with lube, pushes it deep, and squeezes until Rustin’s hole is slick and ready. Fingers go in next, then the whole fist slides home without resistance. West tells him to drop to all fours and starts driving with both hands, stretching the rosebud wide. The rubber exam glove creaks, ink on West’s arm flexes, and the jockstrap still clinging to Rustin’s waist darkens with sweat. When the pounding stops, West slaps a thick rubber fist into Rustin’s palm and tells him to keep the hole loose till the next check-up.