Skylar check up

Master Tye and the stocky, hairless man kneel as Tye’s gloved fingers probe deep into the other’s tight hole, the blue disposable drapes catching the slick glide of his touch. A cold metal tool clamps onto the stretched flesh, its edge biting as Tye works it open, the stocky man’s breath shallow against his lips. The air hums with the sharp click of the device locking into place, its probe sliding home with a wet, deliberate sound.