Mick's appointment starts innocently enough, but Dr. Gayle's massaging hands soon reveal his true purpose. The doctor's fingers trace Mick's muscles, dipping lower, teasing the edge of his briefs. Mick's cock stirs, betraying his excitement. Jason, lying nearby, watches, his own dick tenting the sheet. "I thought this was about my shoulder," Mick gasps, as the doctor's thumb brushes his length. Dr. Gayle leans in, his voice low, "It is, Mick. I'm just... exploring all your muscles." The room fills with the sounds of their ragged breaths, the rustle of sheets, and the doctor's whispered promises.