The unmistakable snap of latex jerked Aaron out of his reverie. Oh! His cock throbbed, and he felt wetness seeping from its tip. Was he about to have his prostate examined? Manipulated? He grinned. It sure wouldn’t be the first time, with or without gloves. Fingers, toys, tongues, cocks… with Blake as a boyfriend, he was definitely no stranger to anal play.

“Shut up,” Blake growled in his ear, giving his backside a swat. “I’m sticking with a theme here, and unless you want a pair of socks tied around your damn head, the tie was the best I could come up with. Besides, it’ll be way more fun if you don’t see what I’m going to get out of my pocket next.”

“Yes, Sir.” Aaron bit his lip, his imagination on the cusp of running away with him. If Blake was sticking with the doctor theme, then what on earth was next? There were several items that sprung to mind, but he couldn’t think of obvious sexual uses for any of them. Checking Aaron’s temperature or using a tongue depressor on him was unlikely to get either of them going.

But he wouldn’t even try to escape—where would be the fun in that? If Blake wanted to play around with a doctor fantasy—was it even still a fantasy if your lover was a real-life doctor?—then Aaron was more than happy to go along with it. Such was their commitment to their D/s games that if Blake told Aaron to put his hands behind his back and not move them, then that’s what he would do. So bondage wasn’t necessary, just fun. And hot.

Blake then did something completely unexpected. He undid his tie and used it to carefully blindfold Aaron.

“Who do you think you are, Christian bloody Grey?” Aaron couldn’t help saying, his incredulity plain.

It was clearly a rhetorical question, so Aaron didn’t answer it. Blake didn’t give him chance, anyway. Reaching up for the stethoscope once more, he tugged it from around his neck. “So, about this more erotic use… hold out your hands, next to each other.”

A bolt of excitement hit Aaron, and he hurried to obey, even as his cock twitched and his heart raced.

Blake then proceeded to use the instrument to bind Aaron’s wrists together. After some clever manipulation of the rubbery tube, it was done. Aaron suspected that it wasn’t quite the right object to use to put someone in bondage, as with a little bit of wriggling, he could probably get out of it.

Though, since its liberation, his dick was making his state of arousal completely obvious—there was nowhere to hide as it pointed out at a forty-five degree angle from his body.

“Eager as always,” Blake said drily, indicating Aaron’s erection.

“Yes, Sir,” Aaron replied. Well, what else was he supposed to say to that? He was fucking eager!

“Hmm…” Removing his hands from his pockets, Blake linked them behind his back, then approached Aaron, running an appraising gaze across his naked form. “My flirty, bratty, little prick tease. What am I going to do with you?”

Removing his jacket and shoes, he put them away beside Blake’s, then bent to remove his socks, stumbling a little as he balanced on one foot, then the other, until they were bare.

Thankfully, the rest of his clothes didn’t prove nearly so troublesome. His shirt, trousers and boxer shorts were shucked within moments and either hung up or stuffed into the side pocket of his duffel bag, ready to go into the laundry when they got back home.

He returned to his spot on the carpet and waited. Blake’s hands were deep in the pockets of his white coat, and he was rooting around in a very exaggerated fashion, without actually removing anything. Aaron met his gaze and wasn’t at all surprised to see mischief glinting there. Now who was teasing?

Keeping the thought to himself, Aaron remained still and quiet, taking some solace in the fact that now his cock was free from his clothes, he wasn’t so uncomfortable.