SICKOS

Jarvis Chandler sits on the exam table, legs spread. The metal bullet disappears inside him and his cock stands at full mast. Lawson Kane walks in, black skin and ink on full display. He does not ask questions. He grabs the base of the plug and works it slow, then hard, pulling it almost free before ramming it back in. Chandler breathes through his teeth. Kane drops the small toy and reaches for the fat dildo waiting on the tray. He presses the thick head to Chandler’s stretched hole and pushes until it sinks deep. Each thrust rocks the table. Sweat runs down Chandler’s abs. His nine inches twitch, then jump, spitting thick ropes across the white floor. Kane keeps driving the dildo in and out, face blank, as if this were any other day in the clinic.