In the sterile, cold room, the doctor's uniform is the only barrier between his desires and the vulnerable, smooth-skinned patient. He begins the charade of a checkup, but his touch lingers, his eyes roam, his breath hitches. The young man, naive and uninitiated, tenses at the unspoken promise of what's to come. The doctor's professional demeanor crumbles as he gives in to his carnal urges, his hands exploring, his mouth whispering filthy promises of what's to come.