Holistic

Mike Tanner books the last slot. Word gets around fast when the doctor has a taste for pushing limits. He strips on command, knees spread, hole already twitching. Romero gloves up and starts with a steel probe, cold and unforgiving, sinking it deep until Tanner’s breath hitches. Next comes the heavy ribbed plug—wider, meaner—followed by the arm-thick dildo that stretches the sergeant’s ring until it shines. Romero keeps the pace brutal, twisting, driving, pulling back just long enough to watch the gape. Sweat mats the doctor’s dark chest hair and ink. He drops his scrubs, thick cock slapping against his thigh, and jacks slow while he works the toy home. Tanner takes every inch, uniform pants crumpled at his boots. Romero’s strokes grow faster, knuckles white around his shaft, until hot ropes arc across Tanner’s hairy cheeks and slide into the open hole. The exam room smells like cum and latex. Appointment’s over.