The waiting room was quiet. Silent, besides the occasional tapping of a pen or the sound of magazine pages turning. It felt awkward here. His old dentist's office had been unfortunately closed down, so he of course he needed to find a new one and everyone in the area said to simply choose the next office closest. Which is how he found himself here, for his routine check up. This old office reminded him of getting braces in the seventh grade. Nervous, adolescent, acne-infested, lanky Samuel waiting with his hands tucked neatly in his lap and left leg tapping mindlessly on the tiled floor.
And he was. He was nervous. God knows why, of course. Maybe it was because his preacher friend 'Father Vantas' had winked when he suggested this exact place. The guy who had also told him to ask specifically for one Dentist. Dr. Ampora.
Somehow, between being lost in thought and shifting uncomfortably in his chair every thirty seconds, Captor had been called into an office by a short girl with her hair tied up and a nurse outfit that reminded him of the show Scrubs.
"Just take a seat, and the dentist will be in here soon." She said, motioning to the chair in the center of the space before leaving. He obliged silently, looking around the room in approval. This wouldn't be so bad. Just a regular dentist's office. Nothing special. What the hell had Captor been so worried about?
Oh. That was it.
Just in an instant, in the doorway stood a very tall, very intimidating-looking man with a bad case of 5 o' clock shadow. His hair was messily thrown back, scraggly but short, as if he had just run through the forest and the top of his head hadn't got the memo that he was done yet. A gray streak, unlike the other dark brunette locks, sat right in the foremost center of his hairline. His skin was dark, clearly not just a tanned white guy, but some sort of ethnicity at the least. He bore teal scrubs and a white mouth mask hung around his neck.
A strong, swarthy and wildly attractive dentist. How fun it would be coming here every half a year.
To Captor's surprise, the man shut the door behind him, an act that would only be seen by any rational person as borderline peculiar
"Shouldn't you leave that open?" Samuel asked, feeling antsy again.
"You are my only patient for the rest of the day." Dr. Ampora responded, in a deep and husky voice. It was clear that he didn't talk much, his tone was bordering on monotonous and his expression stayed in a stalemate.
And again, to Sam's surprise, the dentist proceeded to take the mask off, then the scrubshirt and his shirt underneath and it.
"U-Um.. Aren't you going to clean my teeth? What's happening?"
"Yes. I'll clean it with my dick." He said, winking.
Captor's jaw hit the floor almost as quickly as the heat of the Yellowstone volcano hit his cheeks. He scooted out of the seat, until he was stopped by Ampora. And by stopped, I mean the dentist had his tongue down Sam's throat and god it was so fucking hot, having the guy's hand at his ass and just taking complete control over everything in one mere second. He began to pant, breath hot in the other's mouth and strands of saliva falling from their tongues as they pulled away. When had Sam started kissing back?
He felt his jeans get tight for a split second before they were at his ankles. Holy hell, this fucker was fast. And captor barely had time to think before Ampora was kissing him again, their tongues swirling together in a sort of blind frenzy.
a warmth enclosed Sam's dick, palming at it through his boxers and he was already half-hard before any of this shit had even started.