Jasper Robinson's breath catches as the doctor's gloved hands trace the curve of his ass, the cool latex sending shivers down his spine. The exam table, cold and unyielding, does little to distract from the heat building between his legs. The doctor's eyes, hidden behind thick-rimmed glasses, meet Jasper's, and he can see the hunger there, the same hunger that's been gnawing at him since he first laid eyes on the doctor. The room is filled with the scent of antiseptic and the quiet, insistent hum of desire, as the doctor's fingers probe deeper, finding the tight, puckered hole that Jasper knows he wants to fill.