Never Play Poker with Girls Chapter 06
By Jaech Reiter
Copyright 2010 by Jaech Reiter, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity
involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or
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Chapter 06
Ben Dover, the Doctor Will See You Now
"Gant," the nurse called out, "William and Henry Gant."
The waiting room was full, more so than Will thought it would be on a Tuesday morning. There were at least five other boys there from his school, and several girls. Then he realized that they all played sports. It was March and the time for spring sports physicals.
"State why your sons are here." The nurse was kind of loud. What happened to privacy in these matters?
"Well this one has a regular appointment, a well child visit, and this one has been having anger issues and needs a complete look-see."
Several of the other kids from his school looked over at him when his mother was talking. He just gave an embarrassed half-smile with a shrug, and tried to ignore the raised eyebrows and eye-rolling from kids and their parents both.
"It says here that you asked for the doctor yourself? Young man, I'm talking to you." Her voice suddenly got louder. Why was she getting louder?
"Yes, yes ma'am." Will said quickly and in a lower voice, hoping the nurse would lower hers as well, but she didn't.
"Well, what was the reason, young man?"
"Um. I'll just tell the doctor," he mumbled...
"You can't see the doctor until I fill out the paperwork, and I can't fill out the paperwork until you tell me the reason you needed to see the doctor, young man."
Will was horrified that this could even be happening, but just to forestall any further discussion on the matter, he came up with the only reason a boy would usually ask to see the doctor alone and tip-toed over the counter edge and whispered.
"I just need to see him about something down there," and he pointed vaguely through the top of the counter to where his lower area would be.
"MMmhmmm," The nurse said, checking some boxes and Will moved away from the counter, satisfied that that was over, and nervously smiling at all the kids that now seemed to be focused on him.
"So you're having a problem with your privates area, are you" Came the loud voice, and Will's face fell as the kids in the waiting room began giggling, not really responding to the smirking adults to 'stop that' or 'leave that poor little boy alone'. But the nurse wasn't done, "So is it a sex issue, or puberty, or are you having some pains down there?"
"Will, honey, is that partly what this is all about? Are you afraid you aren't as big as other boys, or maybe don't have any hair yet?" His mom asked. She wasn't helping at all. "Is that why you didn't want Henry in there? Are you afraid he may be developing faster than you?"
For the second time in a little over 12 hours, Will wished he could die. He even looked up in hopes of seeing lightening flash down, but all he heard was laughter all around, and all he could think was how quickly this story would make the rounds at school. They would say Will Gant was acting out recently because he was worried about his little boy parts, and then in PE everyone would know it was true because he would have no hairs, despite the fact that he bragged about them to Zachary Manning.
This was wonderful. The only thing that could be possibly worse would be if he . . . . .
'Will. . . . .Will . . . . . .Will !!
"Will, honey, wake up. . . . .Wiiillll . . . . . . . yoohoo, wake up, sweetie!"
"Hunh? Wha- . . . .where am I?"
"You're in one of the doctor's ready rooms. I guess you got us moved up to the front of the line." His mother tried to joke nervously about it. But with all that had gone on recently, her own nerves were shot.
"What happened?"
"You fainted, sweetie."
"Yeah, like a girl." Henry said, standing off to the side.
Will felt the rage well up and lunged at his brother. However, the loud nurse was also a strong nurse, and she intercepted and just flung him back into the chair. "Don't try to get up so fast after fainting, you'll just go right back down."
And she was right, too. Loud, but right. Will felt a little woozy, like everything was going black again. He took some small satisfaction that Henry had moved back to the farthest side of the small room.
Eventually Dr. Kincaid came in, followed by a tall, strapping and well-proportioned 13 year old boy. He greeted Mrs. Gant by name and the two boys and then introduced the good looking boy behind him.
"And this is my son, Joseph. You seem a little surprised to see him; has Nurse Ratch not explained the Middle School Mentor Program to you?"
"Well, I would if this one would quit fainting."
Henry sniggered at that, but earned a scowl from Joseph, who was taking patient sensitivity seriously.
"Well, the basic gist is that we take an Eighth Grade student who is interested in Medicine and let him shadow me for the day, and sometimes bring them back for follow-up on unusual or interesting cases. This year I am fortunate to have my son with me."
"Well, he certainly is a very good looking young man." Will's mother said politely.
"Thank you, ma'am." Joseph said equally politely and in a nice timbre.
"Now, normally, we just have him follow babies, since there is little unease for the patient, obviously, but-"
"Oh, well you should have him sit in on the boys' exam. I insist." Judie Gant said, almost excitedly. This was a perfect opportunity, just as Dr. Porter had been suggesting.
"Well, if you are sure. I read Dr, Porter's notes, and I was at first skeptical of even my own idea, but I think it would be good for all the boys."
"Oh, I agree completely." She was just glad how easy it was to fall in line with Dr. Porter's recommendations. "And I hope Joseph has an opportunity to fully participate with each of the boys, and not just watch."
"I'll make sure of that, Mrs. Gant."
Will opened his mouth to protest, but Nurse Ratch stuck a thermometer in and shut his mouth again. "Unless you want it in the other end."
He most definitely did not.
"Will, I understand you wanted a few moments alone with me before your brother comes in." Dr. Kincaid said as he entered with his son in tow. Joseph was striking in his short, wavy light brown hair, coffee-colored eyes and reassuring smile, but Will didn't want him as an observer. Especially as he sat there in nothing but a pair of briefs.
Unfortunately, he had limited time before Henry came in and no other choice, so he immediately launched into his story, except for the threats from his sister, and the promises everyone made not to tell. He just left it as that he was too embarrassed for anyone to know the truth.
"And all of this stared with a Poker game, hmmm?"
"Yes, sir." The boy said guiltily.
"Well, I think the important lesson to learn there is never play poker with girls. What do you think, Will?"
"Never again, sir."
"Now, Will, I can respect your wish to keep the exact cause of this a secret in so far as it does not compromise my care for you. As long as I and Joseph know that you did in fact already have some hair as you described, we'll just keep it amongst ourselves and let your parents and brother believe that you still have not developed any."
"Thank you, sir."
"Now how long was this cream on you? And how long did the burn marks stay? Because you can barely see them now. So you said most of it was concentrated around your testicles?"
Will answered all of the doctors questions and saw Joseph writing down answers on a separate sheet of paper.
"Oh, my son is going to write up his own report of today's exam, and I will go over it with him. I wish you could have brought me this cream, I-"
"Oh I did." Will got up and went over to his pants and pulled the small jar out and handed it to Joseph, who showed it to his dad. He felt even younger just standing there in his briefs in front of this boy who was in actuality not even a full year older, though he could pass for two years older.
"Now Joseph, see if the burn marks have receded around his scrotal area, as well." Dr. Kincaid said as he read the instructions and warnings on the jar. "Hmmmm"
Will gasped when Joseph simply put down his pen and paper and reached out and pulled the front of his briefs over his erection and swollen balls. He used one hand to move the erection and hold it out of the way and another to hold the waistband well below his nutsack. Just the feel of the older, stronger, warm hand on his dick was making Will afraid of cumming right there.
"Hmm, well, dad, I mean, Dr. Kincaid, there isn't much to be seen above his di-, um, penis, in fact there's nothing there at all, not even a hint that he had ever had hairs. But his balls still seem swollen, maybe?"
"That's a good observation, but now Joseph, remember that we say testicles, not balls, nuts, or nads. Young Will here can use whatever words he feels comfortable using to describe his problem or his body, but we need to stick to medical terms."
"Yes, sir."
What would really make Will feel better would be if they quit using words such as "Young" and "Little Boy" to identify him.
"Now if you look here, even for a boy that had as little hair as Will described, his testicles do seem a little swollen, but not much. What actually looks more swollen is the scrotal sac itself - Oh hello, Nurse Ratch. I see you have our Mr. Henry with you. Just leave him there, and bring me a specimen dish if you would. Thank you."
It was bad enough that Henry walked in to find his brother like this, seeing for the first time, and raising his eyebrows in shock, that his brother was actually still hairless. But why did he get to be 'Mr. Henry', and Will was just 'Young Will'?
"Will, these briefs are just in the way, go ahead and take them off."
It wasn't as though he could argue against that as Joseph had already assisted him in sliding them down.
"Now as I was saying, feel the actual scrotum between your fingers, and think of how your own feels."
"Your right, it's a lot thicker, like it's swollen or something."
"So we should think of something perhaps to do with the scrotum itself, maybe leaching something to the testicles, after all the scrotal tissue had maximum contact with the substance and greatest opportunity for absorption."
"Yes, sir, I see."
Meanwhile the good looking 13 year old just continued to examine and feel his naked, hailess nutsack, and occasionally the nuts themselves, all the while holding his dick out of the way.
"Whoa, dad, he's really leaking a lot."
"Ahh, yes, some pre-seminal fluid. Do you normally leak this much?"
"Um, kind of more so in the last week, since, uhm, you know." He didn't want to say anymore with Henry right there, watching every part of the extremely personal and embarrassing exam and listening to every word.
"And how are your erections?"
Ahh geez, not in front of his little brother. "Uhm, really hard?"
"Harder than normal?"
"Yes, sir, only . . . ."
"Come on, Will you need to just spit it out; I cant drag every answer out of you."
Will looked at Henry, who had something of a sneering fascination with the truth that was unfolding. But Will needed answers himself, so he took a deep breath and closed his eyes. "It's getting hard all the time now, except, I used to, you know, um . . . you know . . . "
"Take care of it?"
"Yes, sir. Like every day, uh , , , sometimes twice. " He mumbled the last part, but continued. "Except now, lots of times it's like I don't really wanna, even though I wish I did really wanna, and even when I do, it's like I can only get part way and not finish."
"And what's your ejaculate like?"
"Hunh?"
"Your cum, what's it like? - Sorry, dad, I mean, Dr. Kincaid."
"It's even more than normal - I mean a lot more is coming out, except not as thick. It used to be more grayish, but not now."
"Henry, out of curiosity, what color is your, uh, 'cum'?"
"Mostly white." He said as his voice cracked.
"Yours is already white?" Will asked, amazed.
"Yeah." Henry said, like his supposedly big brother was stupid or something.
"Well, as you may have guessed, Will," Dr Kincaid added, "The whiter your ejaculate becomes, usually the more mature your development is within puberty. I suspect as well that Henry's growth velocity in the last year has been higher than yours. In short, he may be maturing faster than you. But that's an aside . . . "
Whatever it was, it allowed Henry to make a smirk at his brother, in such a way as he had never been able to do before.
"Basically the amount of sperm you can produce will determine the whiteness of your ejaculate. The fact that you have a decreasing grayness suggests that for some reason you are making less now than a week ago, which could be concerning. Also, the fact that you have more ejaculate signals that you are producing more semen, which is made in your prostate. So we'll be doing an anal exam as well."
"What??" his poor voice faltered at the added embarrassment that he could now anticipate.
"For now, what do you think we should do next, Joseph?
"Well, dad, I think we need a sperm sample. One today and one next week."
"Excellent! I agree completely. Will, go ahead and masturbate. I want to see how it's changed for you, and get a sample of what comes out."
"What? Here??"
"Well certainly not out in the hallway, unless you want all those boys and girls from your school to watch you?"
"But?" Will was looking terrified at Dr. Kincaid and Joseph just sitting there waiting for him to start and Henry who hadn't moved from his positioned viewing advantage.
"Well don't mind us, son, we're your medical team; of course, we're going to need to see it."
"What about Henry?"
"Oh, Will, honestly at this point Henry sounds like he's more developed than you are. I'm sure he knows all about masturbating. Henry's a big boy now." Henry didn't know whether to smirk at Will or be embarrassed himself by the doctor's revelation.
Will closed his eyes and tried to jerk off. It was absolutely now THE most embarrassing thing he had ever done in his life. He just didn't want to hear any more comparisons between himself and 'Big Boy' Henry. He found himself praying silently for at least Henry's penis to still be small, and then in two months his own hair would come back and it wouldn't matter so much.
But it wasn't working. He just wasn't feeling any interest in it.
"I cant do it."
"Now, Will, I realize it might be a LITTLE intimidating with us here, but -"
Aarrgghh. Would they stop with all the 'little' references. "No doc, that's not it, well kinda a lit-, uh some, but not mostly. Mostly it's the same problem I been having. I'm hard, real hard, but just not interested."
"Hmmm, I see. Well, that's good that we tried then. That's a piece of the puzzle. Now I noticed you were getting fairly excited with just Joseph holding your penis out of the way. Would you like to see what it feels like if he masturbates you? Because I do need that sample."
"Would you like me too?" Joseph asked sincerely.
Will was too embarrassed to say it, but he nodded his assent. He sucked in his breath as he felt that warm hand once again wrap around his swollen member, albeit this time for a purpose, a purpose simultaneously clinical and naughty. It put a triple whammy on his psyche.
Despite that whammy against his boy psyche, he was primed, and the touch of an older boy was bringing him to a climax. His breath became short, his body tensed, and no matter how much he did not want to, he was going to cum in front of his little brother.
"Nggaauuh." Came the single grunt as Joseph aimed the 4 inch impossibly hard dick as best he could at the specimen dish, and Will spilled his slightly grayish semen in a single spurt.
"That's all?" The doctor asked . "It doesn't even look like you had much of an orgasm."
He was panting a little like he had had one, and it was true that it felt amazingly better than his normal jerk-offs, just from having the warm, experienced hand of another boy master his own domain. But he admitted to the doctor that he still felt 'full' as though he had one still inside him, that he rarely felt it was complete anymore.
"When was the last time it felt good, leaving you depleted and not still, um, 'full'?"
"Um, yesterday morning."
"Well, Will, that wasn't so long ago. And before that?"
"Uh, Friday morning?"
"You aren't sure?"
"No, uh, I'm pretty sure."
"Will, that isn't exactly abnormal."
"Yeah, but, uh, both times I had, um, . . ." Will cast an unsure look at his little brother who was regarding the measly offering to the specimen dish as both disgusting and surprisingly pitiful for an 'older' brother. "That is, I was, um, I had uh . . . ."
"Help?"
"Um . . . . . kinda."
"Ah, I see. You were doing things with another boy?"
"What?? NO! . . . uh, sir . . . I mean . . . no sir."
"A girl?"
Now why did the doctor have to go and sound surprised like that? Would it be so terribly difficult to believe that he was able to do things with a girl? Will wanted to answer yes, and he looked like he was about to as he smiled at his little brother and started to say it. But he let out a sigh and his smile dropped with it.
"No, I was alone both times."
"Oh I see, some pornography. It is normal for your age, Will, to want to see and use pornography for fantasy masturbations, but it can be dangerous. It's not real and I do not believe it is healthy."
"No sir, it wasn't pornography."
The doctor was confused. "You had something to simulate a vagina?"
Will looked up, suddenly interested. "They got stuff like that?"
"Will, concentrate. This is important. I need to know."
"Uhhh," Will wrung his hands and looked back at his little brother who was paying close attention. He leaned in and said in a very low voice to the doctor, "I, um, I kinda was, uh, using something . . . " then he whispered "up my butt."
Joseph looked up sharply in surprise from his scribing.
"You were using a dildo in your rectum?" The doctor asked in surprise.
"You shoved something up your butt and jerked-off cause of it?" Henry asked in shocked disgust.
"Only once!" Will shouted back in defense. "Uh, I mean, well, twice."
"Well, we will check you out back there any way."
"Check . . me out? Back there?"
"Yes, the anal exam, remember. Before I check your prostate, I'll make sure you did not damage anything when you were stimulating yourself with the dildos."
Ah, geez, did he have to do a whole verbal replay of it right in front of Hery? It just brought on a new round of disgust and disbelief on the younger boy's face.
The doctor went on to ask what the orgasms were like when he used anal and rectal stimulation, how much semen he produced, and so on. Will answered, becoming more and more mortified with each question in front of his brother, but he answered them all anyway, getting the same response from the doctor each time. "Hmmm, interesting."
Eventually, he had the brothers sit side by side on the exam table as he performed the basic heart, lung, belly, and reflexes exam. He left Will embarrassed in his birthday suit, but only had Henry just take off his shirt and shoes, leaving him in his shorts and socks. As he took off his shirt, Will could see that Henry had underarm hairs, maybe the same as he used to have, maybe one or two more, but they were there.
Will became self conscious and held his arms even tighter against his body and kept his now hairless privates covered from the disparaging smirks of his little brother.
"OK boys, you both seem to be fit and in good health for your age. Just one more check for the general health exam for you both, and then you'll be done Henry and can just hang out while we finish evaluating Will for his problem."
"OK"
"No, um, he can wait with my mom."
"Oh, don't be silly, Will, he's your brother. Don't worry, he'll be quiet and off to the side. Won't you, Henry?"
"Sure, doctor."
"Now, both you boys hop down. Henry, lower your shorts and underwear. Hands out of the way."
Will took a casual look down at his brother's dick and balls as the came into view. The balls were almost as big as his and hung down almost as much as his, but it was the dick that surprised him and held his attention, so much so that his missed the slight sneer on his brother's face.
"Oh yes, I forgot, Henry you're uncircumcised, unlike your brothers. You take after you dad and his brothers. Your mom explained it to me once: her brothers had been circumcised, and so she thought Ricky and Will should be too. It took your dad some convincing to let you be as you are."
"I didn't know that," Will said quietly, still looking down.
"Well, don't worry, Will, being circumcised doesn't make you any less a boy. Makes no difference whatsoever, although it looks like you two boys are already fairly evenly matched - except of course, Will, your, uh, current hairless state."
Will blushed and finally looked away from his brother's penis with it's black already-curling hairs in a small patch at the base; but he was compelled to look back when the doctor kept talking through the boys' genital exams.
"Cough for me, Henry . . . good . . . .and again . . . .good. You see here. although Henry's not fully erect like you are Will, he looks a little bit thicker already. Have you ever measured yourself Henry?"
"Um . . . "
"Relax Henry, it's normal behaviour for a boy. Joseph, why don't you get that ruler and measure Will's erection."
"Well, um, once a couple months ago, I was 3 3/4 inches, when it was biggest." Henry finally admitted.
"Well, I'm sure it's grown since then. I see your foreskin is fully retracted. Comes with puberty and the start of a very active - and healthy - self pleasuring. Hmmm, your head may be a little bit bigger than your brother, too. Good sturdy penis that you're developing there, Henry. Joseph, come here and let me show you how to do a complete penile and testicular exam on a boy this age."
Henry gulped, and it was his turn to swallow some embarrassment as he felt the hands of a boy two years older than him, examining his balls, feeling their size and rubbery texture, pushing a finger up beside each one and having him cough, feeling the thickness of his penis that was no longer just a semi and heading toward an erection, peeling back the foreskin and checking under the glans.
"You did a good job, Joseph. OK, Henry, you can go ahead and pull up your shorts. Joseph, what did you measure on Will?"
"Just a tiny bit over 4 inches."
Tiny? Geez, not again with the 'small'words. Will closed his eyes and prayed this would be over soon, as he felt the doctor shift over and start examining his balls.
"Cough for me, Will . . . . . . good . . . . . again . . . . OK, well, aside from this swollen scrotal sac, and the obvious lack of any hair development whatsoever, it appears normal. I do have a working theory, though, Will, that fits some of these symptoms of incomplete orgasms, increasing pre-seminal fluid, and the exposure of, uh, . . . ." He was going to say the hair cream, but he looked at Henry.
"I know what you mean." Will said.
"Well, I'm not sure how, but there may be a hormonal feedback problem, caused by the excess exposure to your . . . . well, you get the point. If I'm right, this next exam might prove interesting."
"Next exam?"
"Yes, son, now turn around, spread your legs. Good. Now bend over the exam table."
"What?"
"Trust me, it's better if you don't question or prolong this point. If you can take a dildo in your bottom, you can handle my fingers."
"But . . . .my brother . . . " Will said, even as he was bending over. How come this kept getting worse? How could this keep getting worse? He jumped as he felt the first finger enter his behind. He felt the finger pull and twist, and then he leaped forward again as he felt the fingertip run right over a very special spot.
"Hit something there, didn't I? Did that feel like anything?"
"Just . . . uh . . . kinda . . . uh . . .oohhh-gahhhh."
"Just what I thought." The doctor said as he caused the boy to squirm and moan out even more. "Come here Joseph, time to learn a little more about anatomy, and another type of medical exam."
"Uh, can I get dressed now?"
"No, Will, we're just now starting the most important exam on you. OK, Joseph, you see his hole here? Will, reach your hands back and spread your cheeks some more so Joseph can get a clear view. Good boy. Actually, Joseph you need a control patient."
The doctor looked over at Henry who had been leaning over his shoulder with some sort of morbid disgusted fascination with what the doctor was doing. Henry caught the look, and was suddenly apprehensive at what the word 'control' meant.
"Henry, I need you to loosen those shorts back up and bend over like your brother. Go on."
Henry looked at the man in shock, partly fearful that the man had lost his mind, but totally unsure what to do. The doctor, however, was insistent and made a motion with his hand signaling the 11 year and nine month old boy to turn his body around. Henry blushed severely, but was way too stunned not to follow directions.
He was dumbfounded and moved slowly, but Henry eventually turned around and fumbled with the button and zipper on his shorts, hesitating slightly and then pushing shorts and underwear down over his well-formed derriere and bent uncertainly over the exam table, putting himself in the same position as his brother.
"That's a good young man, now reach those hands back and spread the cheeks for me. You see Joseph how the anal entries of both boys are quite similar. Now, even though Will has decided to use some stimulation tools on and in his hole, there is no damage, and you can see that it closes up nice and tight, just like his brother's. Even if Will was using a dildo or similar object, say a penis, in his rectum with regularity, at his age we would still expect to see it close up nice and tight."
A penis?? Will thought to himself. Did he say a penis? Like a boy's penis? A real one? Back up there? Joseph had the same surprising thoughts, but kept them pushed back in his mind out of interest in learning to be professional.
Henry had a different reaction. At the mention of dildoes and penises going into his brother's butt, especially with regularity, again caused Henry to look over at Will with some disgust, which wasn't easy laying on his stomach and chest, with his arms reaching behind him, each hand grabbing a hold of an asscheek and spreading his unblemished crack wide open so some 13 year old boy could finger his virgin hole. Not exactly 'in a position' to look down on anyone at the moment.
But still, willingly sticking something back there . . . . . . . well, there was just something wrong with his brother.
"Now Joseph, you feel how tight Henry's hole is around your finger? Memorize that anal canal, because you should feel the same warmth and tightness with a similar length in Will. But there will be one big difference. You feel that bump, right in there?"
"Yes, sir."
"And did you notice that he jumped just slightly when you felt it?"
"Yes, sir."
"Now pull out and - Henry you can let go of your bottom cheeks for the moment, but just stay bent over - and re-glove, Joseph, very good, yes, don't forget the lube, now push your finger in, aannnd, boom! Did you see how he jumped?"
"Yes, sir. It's like a lot more sensitive. Does it hurt him?"
The doctor chuckled a bit. "Well, I guess that can be open up to interpretation. Why is you think he had such enormous orgasms when he put the dildoes into his bottom? The tips of them were no doubt stimulating that area as he pushed them in and out, over and over again, right Young William?"
Will didn't respond, other than the blush that seemed to be becoming a permanent part of his persona now.
Joseph had to concentrate on keeping his attention in the proper place. The whole time his finger was embedded in Will's hole, with the crack spread open wide, he was distracted by the equally perfect, but slightly younger and smaller version of the white, compact butt that stayed bent over and presented, as if on a plate, right next to him.
Henry had a nice ass. A really nice one.
"Pay attention to where you are, Joseph. Now everything you felt in Henry's anus and rectum are the normals. So, what's different in Will's bottom?"
"Well, that bump is obviously more sensitive; it's also a lot bigger, and seems a bit harder."
"MMhmm. And if you had to make a guess?"
"Swollen, sir. So the question would be . . . . . maybe infection? Or . . . . Well I don't know what else, sir."
"Or the body isn't getting the right feedback to shut off the process of semen production in the prostate. So possibly hormonal. Which means several more tests, the first of which would be . . . . ?"
"Ummm . . . . . ." Joseph was stumped. They already did a semen sample.
"How about direct visualization? You can pull your pants up now, Henry, and watch, if you would like to. We'll use this for visualization, it's called an anoscope."
"That looks big, dad." Joseph blurted out, without thinking.
"WHOA, wait, what's big??" Will asked, coming off the table, but the doctor just stood and gently pushed him back down again.
"You aren't getting anything larger than some stools you've already passed through that muscular gate of yours back there. My assistant just needs to learn some discretion in not scaring the patients."
"Sorry, dad . . . I mean, Dr. Kincaid."
"Just lube it up, Joseph.. . . . . Now, place the bullet end against his anus, and press lightly. When you feel some give, just push it on slowly inward. Will, it would help if you pushed out some, like when you are passing a stool."
"You mean like taking a dump?"
"Yes, same thing."
Will was a bit scared of this, and he was breathing hard and gave a shiver when he felt the blunted end of the cool metal press right into the center of his anal muscle, right at the point where it could spread him open. And then he felt the push against him and he pressed down some, like the doctor said, and his hole spread open to let the large cold metal intruder right in. It penetrated and stretched his anal canal wider than either the towel peg or dildo had.
Would yelled out an initial surprise that would have turned to pain, except that his discomfort was so fully and confusingly mixed with pleasure once it hit his prostate; but then it stopped moving, and he just felt uncomfortably stretched open, the whole while all three of the others took a look into his opened rectum.
"Ahh, yes, very swollen. I'm going to investigate for a possible problem in a hormonal feedback loop. That could also explain his rages, if due to an inappropriate build-up of testosterone. The release of this seminal build-up by rectal direct stimulation of the prostate must signal the body somehow that it no longer needs testosterone, at least until it builds up again."
Will wasn't sure what the doctor was saying. All he was able to concentrate on was the very uncomfortable feeling of his ass being held open while his little brother, his doctor, and his doctor's 13 year old son all looked inside.
"So Henry," Joseph asked, "Was he a lot nicer on Monday afternoon and Friday afternoon? Calmer, maybe?"
"Yeah, actually he was."
"Very good question, Joseph. Excellent. Yes, I think a few more tests are in order. An ultrasound of the testicles, and a transrectal ultrasound of the rectum, both of which can be done over at the Imaging Center. Also, we'll draw some blood for basic bloodwork and hormone levels, get a urine test for the breakdown of hormone products, and then possibly do a testicular biopsy."
Joseph grimaced and grabbed his own nuts in reaction. "Dad, that sounds-"
He was going to say painful, but a quick shake of his dad's head cut him off. Patient sensitivity, right.
"In the meantime, let's see what his seminal fluid looks like after stimulation. Joseph, go and get me another specimen plate."
While Joseph was gone to get the plate, Doc Kincaid just left Will bent over like that, his rectal canal held open by the anoscope, while he asked Henry and him a few more questions.
"Henry, have you engaged in any sexual activity with a girl or a boy?"
"No, sir."
"Do you think about girls or boys sexually?"
"Girls, some."
"Not boys?"
"Why would I think about guys?" He asked. It wasn't defensive so much as bewildered. Who would ask such a question? At least the doctor knew he was being honest.
"Well, have you ever kissed a girl?"
"Of course." Again, so matter of fact, and he didn't see his brother's embarrassed face when he said it.
"And you, Will, have you kissed anyone?"
"Yeah, doc, a lot. Several girls." Will said, trying to put some bravado in his voice.
"Really, Will, have you?" The doctor asked again, but now patting one of Will's exposed rumps and gently giving it a squeeze.
If you have never tried it, it's hard to lie when you are bent over like that and someone has a hand on one of your naked buttcheeks. Will tried hard, but he just couldn't, being distracted by the feel of the doctor's hand back there.
"No sir," he let his breath out. "I've never kissed anybody."
"Do you like girls, Will?" The doctor asked him, wanting to clarify that his recent self-initiated anal plunging was through bodily need and not incipient homoerotic desires.
"What? Yes! Of course I do!?"
"Like who?" His brother Henry challenged.
"It's none of your business!"
"That's what I thought." Henry said with a sort of smugness that Will detested hearing from someone who was SUPPOSED to be the YOUNGER brother. Will was getting tired of this role-reversal embarrassment.
"Fine, Kirsten Grieves, and it still ain't any of your damn business, so don't you be telling nobody about it!"
"So how come you 'ain't' kissed her?" Henry sort of sneered back.
"Cause I'm not going to just go kiss anybody like your ugly friend Alice! I'll kiss Kirsten after a bit."
"All right, that's enough you, two, calm down."
The doctor had been watching the exchange to see how well Will was able to govern his anger. What he saw was a bit more than a sibling argument. Will's coloring was increasing and even his skin temperature was rising, he was looking more clouded and unfocused, but with a building anger. The doctor patted the boy's naked bottom again and told him to take a couple of deep breaths and relax.
"Is this what these rage feelings are like, Will?"
"No sir, not totally, this is just cause my brother's a dork. Always has been and always will be."
"OK, that's enough of the personal slurs, we are hear to get down to what is going on with you. Don't lose sight of that. So you didn't feel any 'rage' coming on?"
"A little, but not like it has been. I can control this more, and like I said, it really is most cause Henry is really annoying. Other times it can be like nothing at all, and I'm angry, and I can feel like I'm gonna explode. It's like every thing is cloudy but I gotta let out something, and I even feel it in my muscles, like if I hit something or tore something to pieces I would feel better."
Will almost sounded excited by the last parts, and Henry took a step away from his brother.
"But you haven't felt like that today?"
"No, sir. Kinda a little pissed off last night and some today, but it's not so bad cause I . . . . you know . . . yesterday."
"Had a very successful orgasm after masturbation?"
"Yes, sir," he said quietly. "Twice."
"And the dildo helped?"
Will flushed, tried not to glance over at Henry, but barely managed to get out: "Yes. Sir . . . . a lot."
"Interesting."
"Can I get this thing outta my butt please, doctor? It really feels uncomfortable."
"Almost Will, I'm sorry, I didn't think it would take Joseph this long. I want you to masturbate one more time while we move the anoscope in and out of your rectum, massaging your prostate. I want to see how much and what type of ejaculate you have in that type of situation."
"Oh gahhwd, please sir, don't let my brother see that."
Henry laughed at him, but it went unnoticed by Doctor Kincaid (though definitely not unnoticed by Will) because at that moment Joseph came back. Nurse Ratch had been busy and it took awhile, but he brought two urine cups. One for the urine, one for the semen.
"I thought a urine cup would be better because it's bigger, since we don't know how much he can shoot this way."
"Good thinking son. I'm going to have you milk him again, so we can control the direction he shoots."
"Yes sir," and with that Joseph pulled over a stool and reached a hand under the bent boy and grasped a hold of his erection.
"Ahhgaahh . . . "
"Relax," Joseph told the younger boy, "I haven't started yet; I'm just getting a good hold."
"Now what was that you were saying, Will? Oh yes, about your brother. Good of you to be concerned, but this wont be traumatic for Henry to observe."
"No, that's not what I mean-yyeeaaaaoooohh aaggghhhh ahhh ahhh ahhhhh . . .. . ."
H e meant to say, that that wasn't what he meant. He just didn't want Henry getting to see this and taunt him later. But before he could protest it, the doc had reinserted the center tube of the anoscope and moved the large metal tubing back deeper within and over his prostate, pulled it out until his anus was barely hugging the rounded tip and pushed it completely back in. The doctor set up a tempo as best he could with the instrument not being designed for this, and Joseph went to town on the end of the dripping lubed cock.
Henry watched in fascination, his disgust at the actual act rapidly turning to pleasure at seeing this happening to Will. Will meanwhile felt helpless and at the mercy of the man and the boy that were seemingly dictating his mood, emotion, pleasure, need, everything. It was only a few moments more of agonizing moans with washes of guilt and embarrassment for every moan he couldn't contain that Will yelled out:
"AH AH AH I I I'm c-c-c-ommmmm-aaaggghhh!!!!!"
And he exploded a large amount of semen into the container held by Joseph's other hand. Mercifully the doctor didn't decide to go two rounds on his hole the way he himself had yesterday. Instead, he waited a moment before pulling the anoscope out and allowing the boy to finally stand.
"How do you feel, Will?"
The words 'raped' and 'better' both came to mind, but Will just nodded that he was OK.
"Can I get dressed now?"
"Almost, Will, I need to get your mother's permission on one more procedure. In the meantime I need you to pee in this cup and the nurse will be in to draw several vials of blood."
All this was done with the continuing audience of his little brother, whose presence Will was doing his best to ignore, something that had been so much easier just a few weeks ago.
The doctor explained his theory to Will's mother, without actually divulging the source of concern being Harlos Kopp's cream, only that there seemed to have developed some sort of hormonal communication feedback disturbance.
"Of course, that is only a working theory, though a testicular biopsy would be helpful to determine if there is something more serious or if this is a permanent versus temporary problem. His testicular volume says that he has definitely entered puberty, but there's a short circuit somewhere, and I need more information."
"Please, anything you need to do; I'm just so happy that it's not because he's going crazy."
"No, he's not going crazy, though I must caution you that it will still be important to have strict guidelines of behavior and discipline to give him structure as he works through this period."
"Of course, we will be enlisting Dr. Porter's help on that end."
"Excellent. He should NOT be allowed to use his medical condition as an excuse to run wild."
When they had everything set up for the biopsy, Will sat there completely exposed and naked as before, except now not only Henry, the doctor, and Joseph were in audience, but also his mom ('ohh geeez' he had whined out), Nurse Ratch, and two muscle bound assistants.
As per the two muscle bound assistants, it seemed that, unknown to him until his mom said something; he was allergic to the local anaesthetic they were going to use. A general anaesthesia biopsy could not be done for two weeks, and his mom couldn't survive that long without knowing how to tame her son and when they were all going to escape his increasing moodiness and rages.
And so . . . .
"Does everyone have hold of him?" The doctor asked as he brought a scary looking scalpel. They had put a topical anaesthetic on the skin so that the first cut into his scrotum only stung a little, though simple fear definitely amplified that. The doctor brought out some small scissors, and Will almost fainted.
The only thing that kept him from fainting, actually, was his screaming, even all the while in horror while he watched the snipping scissors descend towrd his nuts. "OH MY GAHD_NOOOOO!!! YOU CANT CUT IT OFFF!!!"
The doctor laughed some, "Relax Will, I'm not cutting out your testicle, I'm only taking a small amount for a sample for the pathologists. However, I'm afraid this part will hurt like hell, but only for a couple of seconds."
No one was sure if Will heard him, he was screaming so bad. Henry might have felt sorry for his brother, except he was remembering what Will did to him - got him kicked out of the State Capital trip by their parents. Only just yesterday morning in school he found he had been replaced. While Will was busy shoving stuff up his butt and jerking off, Henry went to the Coaches' office to plead with Coach Peterson to call his parents and intercede so that he could go on the trip.
But when he got there Peterson was on the phone with someone, and what Henry heard was this:
"No, that kid isn't going anymore. . . . . . . . . Yeah, I know, I was, really disappointed . . . . . no, fortunately the spot was filled. Another kid in his grade named Tommy Harper. The two are friends, in fact, but I can tell you about him later . . . . . . No, not at all, not anymore, in fact . . . . . . . .No really . . . . . . I'm telling you I think it's going to work out even better with Tommy going. . . . .Yeah, me too . . . . . OK, I'll talk to you later, Sal."
Was coach married? To a lady named Sallie? It didn't really matter. That piece of trivia came and went in a heartbeat. What stuck in Henry's gut was that he had already been replaced on the trip, and the coach actually sounded happy about it. Now no one older wanted him hanging out with him. His brother wasn't only the first to disappoint him, but the instrument of the last.
So he was looking forward to seeing this procedure that was supposed to really, REALLY hurt! Except that when it came right to watching it, he automatically cupped his own balls and turned away, only knowing the deed had been done when everyone in the room went deaf from the blood -curdling scream, followed by complete silence as Will passed out.
"Well, good thing he passed out. This way I can sew him back up without his wriggling. He's going to be very sore for a day, and fairly sore for two more, but nothing to stop your family from going to Benjamin County Saturday. He wont need special treatment either. I don't see any reason why he can't let it hang in the breeze with the other boys of the county."
Judie Gant didn't tell him that they were really going to Britten County. She didn't want Henry giving it away too soon; especially since Henry wouldn't be joining them. This way he could rag his brother and make him think a bit longer about how he and his friends should rethink their attitudes toward the girls.
"Did he faint, again?" Henry asked with disdain in his voice, but feeling something very different in his belly.
"You want to try it, young man?" Doctor Kincaid asked him.
"No. Actually . . . . I think I wanna throw up."
The nurse opened the door to the bathroom quickly, and the doctor turned to look at his own son. Joseph hadn't turned away like Henry, but he was barely holding it together.
"Go ahead," he told his son.
"Thank you," Joseph muttered quickly in a strained voice, as he joined Henry at the toilet.
Nothing like bonding over the porcelain communion bowl.
"You sure look funny when you walk." Henry told his brother, but making sure their mom didn't hear. Will wanted to hit his brother, so hard and so bad, but it would never erase the memories that Henry would have and would be able to replay at random and at his choosing. And at the moment, Will was more concerned about the sore hole in his behind and the sore sewn-up hole in his nuts than actual retribution against Henry.
He hurt.
And he still wasn't done.
Even now they were walking into the Imaging Center to get the ultrasounds the doctor wanted. The first was of his nuts, again with his mom and Henry both there watching. The worst part was when his mom had run her hand over his naked pubes and mused aloud:
"So soft, like a little baby. I sure thought you would have something. Who knew Henry would be the bigger boy between the two of you."
Will flushed so hot between his ears from both anger and embarrassment that he couldn't form any words to deny his mom's musings, to tell her the truth and just spill everything. But by the time the testicular ultrasound was over, he had another worry on his mind.
"Where's that going?" he asked with fear as the technician held up a 8 inch long probe and began lubing up the last 4 inches.
"Sorry buddy, but right where you think it's going."
His poor hole. He couldn't take anymore. And he passed out, falling back onto the exam table.
"Did he faint?" The tech asked concerned.
"Yes," Henry said in a shamed and disgusted voice. "He's been doing that ALL day."
"Well, that's OK. We can do this with him on his back. Let me just get each one of you to pick up one of his legs . . . . that's right . . . . now bring them back up, yes, so that his knees are too his chest. Very good. That's the only view I need, right there. Bet you didn't think you were getting a close-up of this part of your brother today, did you?"
Henry looked down at the obscene scene that he and his mom created as they held Will's legs back out of the way. His hairless nuts and dick laying out for all the world to see, and below that his spread ass with it's recent plumbed hole, just presenting itself the perfect target for the technician with the greased probe.
"Well," Henry answered the man, almost casually, "He's usually an asshole anyway, so I guess it's no different than what I see everyday."
"Henry." His mom said, though she was actually blushing a little from the very personal sight of her son's exposure.
"Well, it's true, mom."
"Well, buddy," the technician said to Henry, "then you're probably going to enjoy this."
"Sure am." Henry said.
"I AM going to do something to get the two of you back together." His mom said.
The tech was just about to place the probe into position when Will came back around. By the time he got himself fully oriented, the probe was at the hole and the Tech gave a nice slow and easy push, while his own mom and little brother held him open. He so wished he could just pass out again.
And then it got worse.
"Carson," a gorgeous blond lady in her mid 20's said as she walked in on the procedure, "Dr. Philips needs you in Room 11."
Holy shit!!! Don't they lock these doors!!
"Mom!" Will was even more anxious knowing it was a female, and a beautiful young one at that, that was walking in seeing him held up and spread open like this, with everything on view.
"Will, relax! Everyone here is a professional."
"It's a lady!" he growled and struggled to lower his legs; however his mom and brother held him fast on his back, and with his nuts hurting like they did, he had little strength to fight them.
"I'm in the middle of a procedure, Sophie."
"Oh I can see that. Hi, aren't you a cutie. My name's Sophie and I'll be taking over for Carson."
Will looked at her like she was crazy. Was he still passed out? Maybe even still passed out inside Dr. Kincaid's waiting room? This was a fucking nightmare. He felt Carson pull the probe out of his ass as Sophie gloved up and took it from him, only to walk back up to the spread boy and promptly place it right back at his hole. He could feel it the whole time she just stood there and tried to reassure him. The tickle it placed on the very end of his hole without going in was driving him crazy.
"And aren't you so lucky," she continued, "to have your big brother here to help you through this!"
She was trying to be sweet but had hit a nerve in Will. While Henry looked down on him with the most disgusting smirk on his face, Will almost hollered out that Henry was NOT his big brother!! Will was taller, weighed more, had a bigger dick, and used to have more hairs, what was everybody's fucking problem?? But just as he was about to scream it all out, she shoved the probe deep in his ass.
"He's Nahhhyeeeoooohh....nnnnnnggggnnnggggaaaahhhoooohh . . . . "
Will wanted to wrench free, but now the feelings of both violation and the intense euphoria of proctal stimulation drained even more effective fight out of him; instead he had to watch the tech, too embarrassed to look at his mother or his brother, as the lady slid it in, and out to see something, all the while watching the screen, then back in, a little bit more out, a little bit more in, to find the best position for viewing, then even deeper, no that was too far, pulled back, no too far out now, a little bit more in . . . .
It was made all the worse by the fact that the prettiness of the tech and the stimulation she was causing, curiously accelerated by even the embarrassing situation and 'position', had given young Will a very hard erection.
"Don't be embarrassed by any reaction you are having. Many boys do when they have their first prostate 'encounter' back here." She said with a smile.
"Oh, he's been coming down every single morning with a tent on his pants, so this is really no surprise. Oh don't be so silly Will, I have three boys and a husband. I know what happens down there. Even if you don't have hair yet, it's to be expected."
This only made it worse; and while the lady was looking for the best views, Will kept getting harder and harder due to the rubbing over his enlarging prostate, along with just the horrible humiliation of it all, though this surprised him that he COULD get harder with this going on. Eventually the tech found a place for optimal viewing, but now slid the greased wand left and right to get full views of his prostate.
It was too much, and he felt it coming. He tried to stop it, he tried, but . . . .
"What's happening, Will?"
"Oh dear, I think he's . . . ." The tech started to say, but Will's actions finished the sentence for her.
"Oh! My! Well, I certainly never thought I would see one of my boys do that."
Luckily for everyone but Will, the tech had grabbed a hold of his hard dick and kept it aimed away from everyone else. But for Will, as he felt the massive orgasm building, he shot spout after spout of slightly cloudy semen all over his face, up his nose, some in his parted lips - a whole gob had landed in his partly open mouth - his chest, even coating one nipple, his stomach, inside his belly button, until it was just running out onto his pubic area and down his dick, onto the nuts, around the side.
Part of the problem was that as he bucked into the orgasm he pressed against the imaging probe deep in his rectum, causing it to move about and exert its own pressures back on his anus and his prostate, only causing him to buck more in a seemingly never ending positive feedback orgasm, all the while the tech was firmly hold his bucking penis.
"Is he . . . . is that . . . . .even . . . . . normal?" His mom asked, totally astonished.
"Well, stimulation of the prostate can have that effect, and given how his is larger than normal, it could account for that much semen - I would guess, but you would really need to discuss that with your doctor. On the other hand, it provides us with a great opportunity to have pre- and post-ejaculatory views of his prostate. Perhaps that will help the doctor even further in his attempt to find an answer."
And with that, Sophie probed Will's poor used hole and rectum with renewed fervor, causing him mostly discomfort now, from the physical torment piled on top of the recent other exploarations. Will just laid back, dripping in cum all over his body, pools of it slowly spreading out, wanting to cry, but too post-euphoric and too humiliated to do it at the moment, although he thought he was close to it when his own mother began cleaning him up after Sophie finally and mercifully pulled out.
It wasn't just where she was cleaning - wiping his bottom and his nuts and penis, but what she was cleaning up - his own cum. It was so . . . . . so . . . . . . . degrading.
Will lumbered up the stairs, waving his brother off when their mom told Henry to help Will to bed. The pain in his nuts, the feeling of his ass being stuffed and ravaged, and the soreness in his hole made the burn of the cream a week and a half ago seem like a long lost pleasure. He just wanted to go to bed and pretend this day didn't happen.
The worst part was - (and when the fuck, he wanted to know, was there going to be a point when there wasn't a worst part to come.) - tomorrow, after he woke up, he would still have to go to school. And tomorrow was a Wednesday. He had PE, and the doctor said he shouldn't participate, but had no reason not to dress out.
Tomorrow was the day that everyone would see he was completely hairless, except for what he had on his head; and to add insult to injury - of course - when he came home from school, his mom was taking him to get a haircut.