The bearded man in the clinical white coat kneels on the cold floor, his fingers tracing the tight ring of his own asshole while his muscular torso glistens under the sterile lights. He grips his discarded underwear, still damp with pre-cum, before tossing them aside and pulling his pants down with deliberate slowness. The chair behind him stays empty, the wall behind him unmarked, as his hands work faster, his breath shallow and unsteady.
