Two o'clock couldn't seem to come fast enough for Dr. Lyndon. He was looking forward to going further in session with Paul. As he looked over everything he had planned for the day, he decided to make it a long session. He shifted in his chair, already hard. That little pussy-boy had better get here soon. Just as he was envisioning the punishment for being late to a special session a knock came to the door.

The overstretched cunt foster guardian apologized for being a little late and babbled on for a minute about other kids and her life and other shit the Doc could not possibly care less about. She actually looked relieved to hear that the session would run long today. After goodbyes as quick as Dr. Lyndon could manage she was gone. He turned to find Paul waiting, eyes on the floor.

"Good afternoon, Paul. Did you think about yesterday's session last night?" The boy blushed and chewed his lip as he looked up through the over-long fringe of hair. "Yes, Doctor Lyndon." Dr. Lyndon smiled. That last dose of Viagra should have kept the little cunt 'thinking' about the session for quite a while. And if he took his meds last night he should be getting a little twitchy today, too.

"Good, Paul, very good. Well, let's get started, shall we." He guided the boy over to the chair. "We have a lot to do today." The boy hesitated for a moment before climbing back into the leather chair. The doc leaned back against the edge of his desk. "Would you like something to drink before we begin, Paul?" The boy nodded, twisting the little hands together in his lap. The doc went to the side cabinet and pulled out a glass. He mixed the carbonated water and powdered Viagra with more of the special cocktail. It was too bad he couldn't add the cum to it this time, but today he planned for Paul to get it from the source.

Paul drank the mix and handed back the glass. The Doc smiled at him warmly and put the glass on the desk. "Now, Paul, I'd like us to return to where we left off yesterday. Do you agree?" The sweet little fucktoy looked doubtful, but nodded. The Doc waited silently for a moment. "Paul!" The boy jumped, wide-eyed, at the sharp tone. "Were you not paying attention yesterday, Paul? Did you lie to me when you said you thought about the session?" "No, no sir, I did pay attention", he protested. "Then where did we leave off yesterday? Prepare yourself." The Doc loomed over the chair and watched as the seven-year old flushed with humiliation. The tiny body slid from the chair and slowly peeled off his clothes until he began to crawl, naked, back into the chair. The doc waited until he was sliding down to spread his legs over the arms of the chair before interrupting him.

"Paul, it really isn't the nice thing to do to leave your clothes lying all over the floor, now is it?" The boy froze. "Get up, Paul and take your clothes over to the shelf." Dr. Lyndon watched, cock hardening even further, as the naked child slid from the leather chair and picked up all of the clothing. He walked across the large office and placed each piece on the low shelf. As he turned to walk back Dr. Lyndon could see that the tiny cock was already half-hard. The boy climbed back into the chair and slid down with a tearful look at the doctor. There was some trouble getting his legs over the arms of the large chair, but the Doc watched the struggle for some time before stepping forward. "It looks like you need some help, Paul." He grabbed the tiny ankles and spread the legs wide over the chair arms. The cunt slipped lower toward the front of the chair with a grunt.

"There we go." The man smiled down at the flushed face, still holding the ankles tightly. "I know that seems difficult, Paul, but it really is the best way for you to show me what happened with your father. Don't you agree?" The boy looked hesitant. He opened and closed his mouth without saying anything and began to pull one ankle closed. Dr. Lyndon just smiled, waiting, and began to ease the tiny legs further apart. He watched as the boys eyes widened and the stretch pulled further. Finally the little butt began to lift from the seat and the pussyboy squealed. "Yes, Sir! It's a good way! I want to show you what happened, really!" The man let the cunt ease back to the seat of the chair and knelt down between the spread legs. He slid his hands from ankles down the thighs until both hands framed the tiny cock and balls. His thumbs rested just at the tiny rosebud and he flexed them, watching the tiny hole open just a fraction before letting go.

Above, the shaggy little head rose up and big green eyes peered down at the doctor. The man flashed him a big smile. "Okay, good, Paul. Now we're ready to begin. Yesterday we talked about some of the things that your father did to you. Do you remember?" A tiny nod came and the teeth began chewing on that bottom lip again. "Yesterday you said your father played with your baby-cock and squeezed your balls and fingered your filthy little boy-cunt. Is that right?" The doctor smiled brightly at the tiny nod and the warm flush on the fucktoys face. "You also said you sucked your fathers cock and drank his cum, Paul. Remember? Then we talked about the fact that you had dry cums and your father had to punish you by fucking you really hard." Teary eyes blinked slowly up at him. "But obviously your father didn't do something right with you, Paul, because you had another dry cum right here in my office yesterday, didn't you?" A sniff and a nod, but that wasn't going to cut it this time.

"What do you think, Paul? Do you think it was right for you to have your nasty, filthy little dry cums here when I am trying to help you?" The tears started flowing down the flushed cheeks. Dr. Lyndon was hard as a rock and a wet spot was starting to form on the front of his pants. "Well, Paul. Answer me." "N-no, Dr. Lyndon. I'm sorry." A tiny sob caused the little voice to break. Pre-cum sprayed the inside to Dr. Lyndon's Dockers. "It's okay, Paul." He soothed as his hands rubbed the inside thighs and around the tiny cock. "I'm going to help you. I'm going to keep working with you until you can stop having those disgusting dry cums. And I won't tell anyone about what you did if you don't want me to and if you do what I say. Understand, Paul?" The little cocksucker lips curled up in a little smile and he nodded. "Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

Dr. Lyndon smiled. "Now today, Paul, we're going to test whether you can stop yourself from having dry cums. If you don't have any, then we can move forward in the session, okay?" Paul nodded quickly. "Okay, Paul, yesterday you said you would sometimes come when your father fucked your boy-cunt. So today I have something to help us test that, okay?" The man pulled a black bag from underneath the desk and pulled a vibrating dildo from the bag. The boys eyes widened at the sight. It was black latex, seven inches long and 1 ½ inches around with textured veins bulging on the sides. The head was a pointy mushroom shape guaranteed to pop through any pussyboys ring and with widened edges to force the walls open as it went in and out. Still, it was smaller than the doctors own 9 ½ inch boycunt breaker. He wanted that time to be special. It was obvious the boy's father had been pathetic, but when Dr. Lyndon fucked this little cunt, it would know it had been Fucked!

"Now, Paul," the man pulled the frightened eyes back to him. "I know it may be a little intimidating at first. Is this bigger than your fathers cock?" The boy nodded quickly, eyes going back to the fuck stick. How pathetic. Good thing Paul was with them now, or he might not have learned what a real fuck was. "Well I can understand that, but I am here to help you and this is all to help you, okay?" The babycunt nodded slowly, unsure, not that it mattered at this point. The little cocklet was hard and pointing almost straight up. The doc brushed a finger over it and it twitched like the kid was ready to cum already. "Okay, Paul, before we start with that I have to make sure it will go in. Do you want me to help or do you want me to just try it." He pushed the end of the black cock against the rosebud lightly, then with more force. "It's your choice, Paul." The little cunt tried to squirm away from the cock. "Please, it's too big." "Would you like me to prepare you for the test, Paul?" The kid nodded quickly, eyes tearing up again. Dr. Lyndon's cock twitched.

He slid the fake cock onto the leather chair next to the boys hip and put his hands back on the boys thighs. His index fingers brushed along the hard little spike while his thumbs pulled open the little hole. "Okay, Paul. I'm going to help you. Ready?" The little head nodded and the man smiled. He hoped the video caught this clearly. He would have to go back and watch the kids face. Pulling the rosebud open sharply he dived in and shoved his tongue deep into the exposed hole. There was a sharp squeal from above and the spread legs tried to tighten. Ignoring the noise the man kept his hands on the tiny thighs and pushed them open even further. He swirled his tongue deeper and curled it around every side. Pulling out he sucked on the hole and nibbled over every edge before diving in again. Dr. Lyndon controlled the twisting body in front of him and pulled the tiny hole ever wider, filling it with spit. He corkscrewed his tongue forcefully, driving in and out in sharp jabs.

The little seven-year-old twisted and squealed, writhing on the leather chair. Fortunately he was pinned firmly and could only take everything being given, just as it should be. Finally the doc finished up by chewing on the puffy cunt lips. The little hole was gaping slightly, swollen and pink from the treatment. Pulling back he grabbed the black dildo and began pushing the cock against the hole. Predictably the little cunt began twisting away and protesting, but it was far too late for that. However, for the cameras...Hmm. Dr. Lyndon slapped his free hand sharply on the stretched thigh. The boy screamed shrilly and jerked his head up. "Paul, you are being very stubborn and uncooperative. I am very disappointed. Even with my help you aren't prepared. Now you're going to have to help yourself." The doc held the plastic cock in front of the boys face. "Well, take it!" The tiny hands came up and gingerly took hold. Confused eyes looked at Dr. Lyndon. "Go on, Paul. Get it wet." The boy looked back at him. "Just like you used to do for your father before he would fuck your tight little boycunt, Paul. Do it just like that." There was that delicious flush again and then a tiny pink tongue came out to lick at the latex hesitantly. "Come on, Paul!" Another sharp smack to the thigh and another wild jump. "I need you to cooperate with me. Now show me how you get it wet. This is all to help you, after all. I don't want to have to tell the Judge that you don't appreciate all our help." There was a frantic shaking of the shaggy head and the little tongue began washing up and down the black cock. What little spit was ending up on the fuck stick would long have dried by the time it was forced up that tight ass, but the visual and the humiliation would last and last. Dr. Lyndon's cock throbbed against his zipper.

Finally the boy began licking over and around the head. Obviously there was much the sperm donor didn't bother to teach the cunt. "Try putting the head in your mouth, Paul." He directed. The boy pursed his little cocksucker lips around the tip and slowly began easing it into his face-cunt. The lips were just stretching around the wider edge when the boy started pulling it back out with a groan. Quickly the doctor wrapped his hand over the boys hands on the cock. "Here, let me help you, Paul." He began pushing the plastic cock slowly but firmly through those pouty lips. With his other hand he started to rub the tiny cock and balls. Slowly the head of the black cock pushed through and entered the tiny mouth. Wide green eyes grew even wider as he continued to push the cock further in.

Dr. Lyndon rubbed briskly over the boys cock and balls as two, then three inches of the cock disappeared between the stretched lips and began pushing into the boys throat. The boy started squirming again and noises of protest sounded from around the plastic cock. Dr. Lyndon smacked his hand down on the tiny cock and the resulting spasm allowed another half inch of cock to sink into the tight throat. Ignoring any further protests he pulled and squeezed the tiny balls and cock roughly as the bulge of the cock pushed further into the throat. 4 ½ inches in and the little throat bulged and rippled as the tiny boy swallowed around it convulsively. The Doc longed to just force the rest in, but it was time to move along. With a sharp pinch to the balls the boys resulting scream opened up his throat enough to sink another inch in before pulling it out abruptly. Tears ran from the shut eyes and the tiny form began to sob pitifully. "There, there, Paul," Dr. Lyndon soothed. "I know you like it when you can suck cock," the eyes flew open and gaped at the man. "but we really have to move on, now. Maybe we can come back to that in a while. I promise. After all, this is all for you." The man smiled brightly.

The boy sniffled in confusion. Dr. Lyndon slid his free hand down again to cup the tiny cock and balls as he used his thumb to spread the slightly swollen rosebud open. He rested the tip of the black plastic cock against the ring and pushed slowly. The boy whined softly and the round cheeks of his ass tightened. Dr. Lyndon kept pushing until the head of the cock began to stretch the hole open. Holding it in place he looked up at the softly panting babyfuck. "How does that feel, Paul. Do you feel like having any dry cums?" The boy twisted and groaned. "No, sir. It kind of hurts a little. I don't want it, please." Dr. Lyndon smiled. "You're doing good, though, Paul. We have to be sure you won't have any nasty cums and then we can move on. Otherwise, we'll have so much more work to do." He sank the head of the cock into the tight hole to its widest point. The boy moaned and clenched his little fists on the slick leather. "You do know we're doing all this for you, Paul. You want to get better, don't you? You don't want to be a nasty little dirty boy." He slowly twisted the cock within the ring. "You do want to get better, don't you? Answer me, Paul." "Yes, sir," came the panting answer. "I want to g-get better." "You want this, don't you, Paul. You need it." "Yes, I want it, sir." Tears began to flood over the flushed cheeks. "I need it."

The Doc smiled and pushed slowly until the head was forced through the ring with a pop. The boy gave a low wail and jerked like he'd been smacked again. The doctor started stroking the hard little spike in front of him while he pushed the plastic cock deeper into the hot little ass. The boy continued to moan and clench his cheeks around the hard plastic cock. When the man had 4 inches embedded in the tight channel he stopped for a moment. "How does that feel, Paul. Is this how you felt when your father fucked your boycunt?" The boy sobbed. "It hurts, it hurts. Please, I want to stop, now." The doctor frowned. "Really, Paul. This is all for you. You said you wanted this. You said you needed it, didn't you? Did you lie to me, Paul?" The confused little fucktoy cried and shook his head. "No, sir, but it hurts." "Sometimes things hurt before they get better, Paul, but you haven't had any dry cums yet, so you're doing very well. If you want it to end so badly, we'll hurry up the pace then, shall we." The doctor smiled up at the trembling boy and firmly sank another three inches into the tiny cunt. The shriek and flailing were spectacular. All the more so because of the simultaneous squeeze to the soft ball sac. Dr. Lyndon kept his grip on the tiny balls through the movement of the little body, only releasing them once the struggle had subsided. "Are you ready to continue, Paul. I need you to be a good boy and not have any filthy dry cums during the test. Understand?" The trembling boy nodded fearfully.

Slowly, with his eyes on the tight boy cunt, Dr. Lyndon pulled an inch of fake cock out and eased it back in. The stretched ring clung slightly to the slick latex in both directions. He couldn't wait to watch it turn itself inside out around his own fuck stick. Still slow, he pulled back several inches. The little boy squirmed slightly, whining deep in his throat from the drag of the head on his inner walls. The Doc smiled at the lovely picture and pushed the cock deeper with firm pressure. Then slowly dragging the cock out until the head pulled at the tight ring, he looked up at his tiny patient. Drying tear tracks trailed over flushed cheeks; warm breaths coming in little pants. The shaggy hair along his temples was darkening with sweat and curling up to cling to his skin. The eyelashes fluttered slightly as the boy registered each sensation. The lower lip was swollen and had tiny teeth marks in it already.

"All right, now, Paul. You're doing very well. No dry cums yet. Just a little longer and we'll be done, okay?" The tousled head gave a small nod. The Doc slid a hand up one slender thigh to frame the still hard baby cock. With a smooth motion he began fucking the plastic cock into the slick hole, giving it only a couple of inches. The boy shuddered and twisted. "No, stop", he whined. The Doc frowned and kept fucking the second grader steadily. "Paul, I know you want to do well on this test, right?" "Yes, sir", the child gasped out. "Okay, I'm going to help you by hurrying through all the levels of the test. Whenever you want me to move on to another level, just let me know that there's no need to continue on the current level." Confused, "N-no need to-" "Oh, yes, Paul", the Doctor gave a smile over the wide-spread legs. "That is complicated. So, whenever you want to move on, just say 'No', okay?" "B-but-". "All right, here we go, Paul".

The Doc grasped the black rubber halfway up and began a pounding rhythm into the tight ass. Shrill screeches came from the tiny boy as his boy cunt was worked. "Stop, please, no!" "No, Paul? Okay." The grinning doctor fed 5 ½ inches of cock into the hole, keeping up the fast pace. The kid was pulling to get away from the fucking, but was pinned in place by the position and the hand at his crotch. Before long another 'No' spilled out and the doctor almost laughed out loud. "Goodness, Paul," he spoke above the cries, "I wouldn't think you would want more so quickly, but I guess it's part of being a cock-hungry slut. Here, have what you want, then." Without changing pace the Doc began hammering the full 7 ½ inches into the squirming seven year old. Ignoring the shrieks and writhing, the Doc shifted to be sure the cameras caught the full view. One tiny fighting fucktoy spread out over the leather chair being long-dicked by the black rubber cock. After only minutes he noticed the little butt beginning to hunch back toward the cock and the tiny cocklet start to twitch more wildly. The little body bucked up violently and a shrill scream tore out. Keeping the cock going, he watched as the hole spasmed around the plastic.

"Paul! I can't believe you would cum like that during your test!" Ignoring the spluttered and tearful apologies, " Anyone would think you enjoy being a filthy little fucked out slut boy. We'll see how bad you really are. Don't let this happen again", he warned. The boy continued to sob and shudder as his now more sensitive cunt was continually fucked deep and strong. Little eyes squeezed tight and tiny fingers clenched into fists in an attempt to stop the rising pull of another cum. Dr. Lyndon smirked. With the cocktail this little fucktoy was on it would take a sedative to stop him from cumming. And he would probably cum while unconscious anyway. The Doc twisted his wrist, adding a rotating motion to the fucking. More delicious cries came from the pinned cunt. A second dry cum wracked the tiny body.

Immediately the Doc pulled the hard cock back until the head lay where the tiny prostate should be. Even as the little legs spasmed and the body bucked violently under the orgasm, the Doc continued to scrape the wide edge of the cock head over the tiny bump with short, quick strokes. The new stimulation forced the boy through multiple dry cums in quick succession. Grinning, the Doc kept up the motion for quite awhile. The cries had taken on a frantic, hysterical quality as he switched back to the long, full strokes again. The spasms were increasingly violent and the boy pulled away from the fucking desperately. Registering what might or might not have been a shrieked 'No', the Doc sped up the strokes to a hammering pace, twisting and spiraling the hard cock into every part of the now more open cunt. The free hand slid to cup and rub the baby cock into yet another violent dry cum.

The protests began to taper off into gasps and wordless cries as the dazed green eyes blinked, unfocused. Still, the Doc appreciated a little more awareness in his baby cunts. Anything less was just not respectful. He forced the plastic cock deep into the open hole and held it there. With the other hand he pinched the tiny cockhead sharply. The boy squealed and reared up. "Paul, I don't think you're paying attention to the test. Do we need to start over?" The boy gaped, open mouthed and Dr. Lyndon's cock strained against his zipper. "Okay, Paul, I'm going to give you something else to focus on while we finish the test. Something I know you like."

With a quick motion the doctor stood and yanked the tiny boy up from the chair. In a moment the child was kneeling in the big chair on hands and knees. Dr. Lyndon quickly pulled the boys knees forward slightly and to the sides of the seat. When he leaned back to keep from falling off, his stuffed asshole pushed nearly against the back of the chair. The Doc smiled down at the confused and shivering boy. With one hand he stoked over the tiny face and laced his fingers in the fine, damp hair. With the other he unfastened his dockers and pulled out his swollen, leaking boyfucker. The boys eyes grew wider and he shifted back away from the straining cock. As he did the base of the rubber cock pushed against the chair back and the boy froze, caught between two fuckings.

Dr. Lyndon smiled innocently. "I know you enjoyed sucking your Daddy's cock, Paul. This should make you feel better and we'll see if you can pay attention while we finish the test." The boy opened his mouth to protest and the Doc fed the first couple of inches of cock into the pouty lips, cutting him off. As the first rocking motion began the boy brought a hand up to push at the hips in front of him. Well used to such bad behavior, the Doc picked up the thin wooden pointer from the desk behind him and brought it up against the underside of the tiny cock and balls. The muffled squeal felt great around his cock and he fed another couple of inches into the hot mouth. It only took a few more strikes for the little fuck to get the idea and stop resisting. The tiny hands clenched into the leather chair seat helplessly and Dr. Lyndon felt a flood of pre-cum rush out at the sight. He continued pushing more and more in; fucking the tiny lips and watching for any resistance from his little fucktoy in training. When no more than 4 or 5 inches was sinking in, the boy began pulling back on each stroke. With his head forced down on the cock, the kids whole body was shifting back, pushing the plastic cock into him more firmly. All the twisting was pushing the plastic cock gradually out of the tight ass, but each push against the chair forced it back into the cunt hole. Whines and whimpers started working their way out around the hot man cock. Smirking again, the Doc picked up the pace, pulling further out and stroking deeper into the tiny throat with each push.

Finally a little less than six inches were sliding between the swollen lips and the Doc decided that was good for one day, especially as he wanted to cum soon, very soon. He gripped the boys hair tightly and began pushing and pulling until Paul was banging his stuffed ass cunt against the chair harder on each thrust and nearly gagging himself on the Doctors cock in the other direction. The tiny seven year old was being forced to fuck himself from both ends; driving the horny pedo doc to cum. The shivers running down the boys back indicated he, too, was close to cumming again. The doc began hammering at the boy, spiraling higher, and waited just the few seconds until the tiny body started to spasm in orgasm. Immediately he stepped forward and started fucking deeper, pounding the boys ass against the chair and forcing the rubber cock even deeper. With the stiff pointer he started whipping at the tiny cock and balls. The little fuck started shrieking and twisting.

The Doc grunted and forced his cock fully into the tight throat, knowing he was cutting off the air for long seconds, pulling free as the kid spasmed through another dry cum, only to paint his own cum over the wide eyes and gasping mouth. He dropped the pointer and used his free hand to direct the globs of thick, sticky cum over the flushed face. His tight grip on the boys shaggy hair let him twist his head to receive the splashes of cum in all directions and let the camera catch every flinch.

When the big cock stopped spitting there was thick cum coating most of the cute face. Translucent white dripped from the swollen cocksucker lips and painted across plump cheeks and button nose. It even caught on dark eyelashes, stringing out as the eyelids fluttered in an attempt to open before clenching shut again. The Doc pulled on the fine hair until the tiny back arched and the cock stuffed ass was pressed firmly against the chair. Coincidentally the cum streaked face was tilted back and directly toward one of the cameras.

"Stay just like that, Paul. I'll help you get cleaned up." Dr. Lyndon took his time tucking himself back in and straightening his clothes, replacing the pointer on the desk. Meanwhile the boy remained positioned in the chair, eyes clenched shut, rubber cock buried deep and sweat slickened body quivering. The Doc moved to the side and came back with a drinking glass and spoon. Leaving the eyes for last, he began scooping off the layer of milky cum into the glass. He was careful to leave behind just enough for the boy to feel it drying on his skin, but not enough to be noticeable to anyone else.

Finally done, he leaned against the desk with the glass and ordered the boy to sit down. With shaky muscles and relieved eyes, the boy moved to do just that, only to realize at the last second that the black plastic cock was still in. "D-doctor Lyndon, I-". "Sit down, Paul", a stern look, pretending not to remember about the toy stretching the little fuckhole. "B-but sir-." Dr. Lyndon loomed over the awkwardly perched boy. "Unless you'd like to begin the test again, of course." The boy dropped onto his bottom with a satisfying yelp and squirmed to find a more comfortable position, finally leaning more to one side and letting the cock ease out an inch or more to escape the pole pushing into his guts.

"Well, Paul, I guess you understand you didn't do so well with the test." The boy lowered his head and nodded just a little. "Even when I tried to help you out myself, you just couldn't stop having dry cums." As he talked the boy began sniveling and a few tears dropped down onto the skinny legs. Dr. Lyndon started getting hard again. "I'm afraid we have a lot of work ahead of us, Paul. But if you obey me and work very hard I'm sure we can accomplish a lot. Are you willing to work hard, Paul?" The wide, teary green eyes met his and the shaggy head nodded quickly. "Yes, sir." "It won't be easy, Paul. We'll have to work very long and hard, but we'll know you're cured when you can stop yourself from having such nasty dry cums. Are you sure this is what you want?" The tiny head nodded again. "Oh, yes, sir. I'll be good. I'll work hard." Dr. Lyndon smiled. "I know you will, Paul. Now, before we continue on you need to clean up after yourself."

He held out the glass of cum and smiled as the tiny hands took it reflexively. Green eyes looked up doubtfully through shaggy brown fringe. "Drink up, Paul. If I'm going to help you by fucking your face, the least you can do is clean it up correctly. And thank me properly for my help." A tiny pink tongue peeked out to lick nervously over the swollen lips as the boy lifted the glass toward his mouth. The Doc nodded slightly at the upward glance and watched in delight as the tiny seven year old drank down the sticky spunk. Finally the back of one tiny hand came up to wipe over shiny, cum stained lips as the boy handed back the empty glass.

"Good boy, Paul. You drank that like a pro." The boy smiled tentatively at the approval. "Now thank me for my help," the boy began to speak, "And remember, Paul, be specific." The second grader spoke softly, "Thank you, Dr. Lyndon, for helping me and doing the test." "And...", prompted the man. "A-and for f-fucking my f-face." The doc smiled in approval and the stupid little fuck smiled back. "Good, Paul, now tell me how much you liked it when I fucked your face." The tiny boy looked startled, but rushed to speak as the man began to frown. "Oh, oh I l-liked it. I liked it a lot. It-it felt good?" Dr. Lyndon was willing to let the doubt in the tone pass this time. "Well, you are very good at being face-fucked, Paul. We'll have to make sure you don't have dry cums from that, though. Since you enjoy it so." "Yes, sir. I'll be good." The doctor chuckled lightly and nodded, thinking of how good the little fucktoy would be soon.

The boy leaned more toward the side of the chair and Dr. Lyndon jumped up. "For goodness sake, Paul. Let me help you sit correctly." He grabbed the tiny body under the arms and, careful to lift an inch more off the seat, dropped him firmly into the middle of the chair. There was a cry as the hard plastic cock was forced deep into him and the little boy arched his back. "Whatever is the matter with you, Paul. This is not a way to behave. Stand up!" The Doc yanked him off the chair by his arm, being sure to drag the embedded cock across the leather seat. Once upright the heavy cock began to slide from the abused boycunt and dropped heavily to the floor. Dr. Lyndon looked down at it and then to the whimpering child. "Paul, did you have this in the entire time we were just talking?" A little nod and a tearful sniff answered him. "Paul, I'm very disappointed in you." The shaggy head jerked up in disbelief and wide eyes met his. "You should have told me that you left the test cock in. Obviously you are even more of a cock-hungry boyslut than I thought. You can't get enough hard cock in your hot little boy cunt." He ignored the whines and shaking head. "We'll have to work extra hard on this problem, but don't worry. I'm here to make sure you get what you need."

He smiled and waited until the tiny fucktoy began to look a little more reassured. Then, "Of course, we need to continue with a strong start, so I'm going to have to punish you for leaving the cock in your cunt so long." The look on the cunts face almost made him laugh. "I think a spanking will remind you not to fuck everything you come across. But I'll let you choose, Paul. Do you want my belt or my hand?" The tiny boy squirmed and whined little protests out as he jiggled from foot to foot, but the little baby cock was a hard spike.

Finally, "Y-your h-hand, I g-guess, but Dr. Lyndon I-." "Alright then." A hand on the tiny shoulder led the boy over to the armless chair against the wall. The man quickly pulled the naked body across his lap, careful to press the hard spike against one leg. "I'm going to start, Paul. While I do this I want you to remember fucking your hot hole with that cock. That's what this is for." Without waiting for a reply the doctor brought his hand down on the tiny ass. The round bubble cheeks flattened out beneath the force and a wail ripped from the second grader. With a steady rhythm he continued spanking, one hand on the lower back to still the squirming. When the upper ass was a warm red he began moving lower, sliding his free hand down to feel the heat from the abused cheeks. Finally the boys entire ass was hot and swollen and he was rubbing his tiny cock against the doc's thigh. The man stopped abruptly and rubbed his hands over the plump flesh. Sobs echoed unceasingly from the tiny child. "Almost done, Paul," he reassured him. Then the Doc used his hand to spread the red cheeks, exposing the swollen fuckhole. "We have to make sure we put these where they'll do the most good." Then he began spanking sharply and quickly over the exposed hole. The boy shrieked and kicked, trying to escape. The Doc spanked harder, stretching the tiny cheeks until the hole gaped open under his punishing hand. The inner crevice walls were reddening under the assault, but the thrusts against his thigh were getting stronger. Dr. Lyndon quickened his pace and put more strength in each smack, until each hit rocked through the small body. Finally the shrieks took on a new tone as the babyfuck shook through another dry come. The tiny hole spasmed and clenched open and shut.

The Doc gave a few more swats through the cum and stopped. He rubbed his hands over the reddened cheeks. "You did good, Paul. Now your punishment is over, so I'm going to put something on to make you feel better." The boy only continued to sob, so the Doc pulled open a drawer in the shelf next to him and pulled out a bottle of lotion. Pouring some into his hand he began massaging it roughly into the swollen ass. He was careful to cover every inch of abused flesh as he squeezed the hot cheeks and rubbed firmly.

Then, he pulled out a smaller bottle of specially prepared lotion. Spreading the cheeks he poured some over the crease and hole. Then he massaged it in with firm strokes, ignoring the gasps and whimpers it caused. Pouring more onto his fingers, he circled the tiny hole and eased a finger in and out slowly. The boy squirmed slightly and yelped as a second finger was added suddenly. "Now hold still, Paul," he added more lotion into the hole. "This is to make you feel better after your punishment and the test as well. I realize it can be hard on you, but we'll do whatever we need to until you are better." The two fingers thrust firmly and deeply into the fucked hole, coating all sides with a thick layer of the cream. For awhile it would do nothing, but in a few hours it would sink into the tissues and deliver a hormonal kick to the kids libido. He would be hard all evening and all night, no matter what. The feeling of needing to cum would grow until he wanted to jack that little cock non-stop.

Finally he let the trembling boy get up and put his clothes on. The hiss as the tiny briefs slid over the swollen ass was beautiful. Dr. Lyndon wondered if he should end every session this way in the future. The two were cleaned up and had just enough time to settle back into their chairs before the knock came at the door. Dr. Lyndon smiled at Paul. "I don't think I have any reason to discuss your punishment with your guardian, but if you want to go over it with her I'll help you explain how cock hungry you are and how many times you had dry cums today." The boy shook his head quickly. "All right, Paul. Just remember to avoid having any dry cums and tell me if you do so we can work on that, okay?" He waited for the nod and went to let in the oblivious bitch. Before letting her in he spoke softly. "Paul had a rough session today. Don't make him talk about it, but he may need some extra attention tonight. You know, just spend time with him, maybe let him stay up later with you, play board games, something like that. Also, I know he had a physical at the hospital when he was removed, but here's a card for a doctor I work with closely. Paul should probably go in for a check-up soon. We all want what's best for him, after all." The stupid cunt nodded and smiled and babbled on about how grateful Paul should be for all the help. Damn right he should be grateful. Otherwise he might never have gotten all the cock he needed.

He called to Paul and guided them both out with a reminder to remember Paul's bedtime meds every night and next session in three days. Closing the door he laughed. That bitch would hound the kid all evening. He would be forced to sit with her on his sore ass and play fucking candy-land while the heat in his baby cock made him delirious. Serves the little fucker right. Now he would call Dr. Jacob and give him the heads up. Dr. Lyndon couldn't wait to see the tape of that one. There was definitely nothing like having a pussy-boy in session.