Paul goes to the doctor

Paul's appointment with Dr. Jacob was on Tuesday afternoon. He and his foster mom were greeted by a receptionist and seated in the empty waiting room. After a couple of minutes Dr. Jacob came out and introduced himself to them both. Paul's foster mom asked how long it might take, because one of the other children had soccer practice so they needed to leave in 45 minutes at the latest. Dr. Jacob asked how long the practice was and, on hearing it would be at least an hour and a half, suggested that the foster mom didn't need to stay. "Most of this first session will be assessment and getting to know each other." He smiled his big family smile. "I like to have plenty of time to let them get comfortable with me. I can give you an update after you get back if I find anything worrying. I'll be giving a report to Paul's counselor anyway, so Dr. Lyndon and I can coordinate services."

The foster mom was thrilled to hear that she didn't have to stay and she left after telling Paul and Dr. Jacob she would be back in a couple of hours or so. Dr. Jacob led Paul back to an exam room and helped him climb onto an exam bed. "Let's start by getting some vitals done. Okay, Paul?" Paul nodded. He was familiar with this part from the hospital exam. Dr. Jacob took his blood pressure and his pulse and listened to his lungs. They talked a little about Paul's school and the types of tv shows Paul liked.

"All right, very good, young man! Everything seems fine." Dr. Jacob smiled at Paul and Paul smiled back. "Now to continue the assessment we have to do some tests that aren't usually done, but they're necessary to find out if you're on track, okay, sport?" Paul nodded trustingly and swung his feet. This doctor was nice.

Dr. Jacob smiled down at the cute little kid. This one was going to be good. He liked them trusting and stupid. It made them more submissive and looked good for the video. Oh, yes, Dr. Jacob had his office wired for sound and picture, too, placed by the same company who had done Dr. Lyndon's office. It gave them the footage for a whole series of 'training' videos for each boy-cunt who came through their hands. And at this point many had made their way along this same route.

"Stay right there for a minute, Paul." Dr. Jacob slipped out the door and dismissed his receptionist. "It's okay, I'll close up and stay with Paul until his mom comes back. No reason for you to stay, too." The blonde bimbo was happy to skip out early and thought nothing of the doctor staying just for one child, but he hadn't hired her because she was smart, quite the contrary! Dr. Jacob locked the door behind her and hurried back to his latest game.

The cute 7 year old was still sitting on the bed when Dr. Jacob came back in the room. Good. He liked obedience. "Okay, Paul, let's get started. Let's just lie back on the bed and get comfortable." The doctor's hands guided the boy back gently. "Good. Now we're going to check you all over, so we need to take your clothes off just for a little bit, okay? We'll start with your shirt, so I'll give you a hand, yes?" Dr. Jacob helped Paul wiggle out of the tiny t-shirt and tossed it down on the chair. "Okay, now the rest." He picked up each foot and pulled off sneakers and socks, tickling Paul's foot each time. Dr. Jacob was an expert at relaxing the little ones who came into his office. They usually had a great time until it was too late. Paul was no different and smiled up at Dr. Jacob as the little jeans and briefs were quickly stripped off and tossed to the side.

"Good, Paul." Lyndon had given Doctor Jacob the heads up about how Paul responded to approval. "You're doing great. The first thing we'll be testing is your throat. I'm going to take this" he held up a tongue depressor, "and we'll see if your throat is okay and test your gag reflex. Have you seen one of these before?" The shaggy head nodded happily. "Okay, good. You don't have to sit up for this one, just tilt your head back and open wide." Dr. Jacob helped the second grader tilt his head and slowly slid the wooden strip over the cocksucker lips. He rubbed it over the tiny tongue and then back into the boy's throat. Not surprisingly, the untrained fuck toy started gagging almost immediately, but a hand on the tilted forehead prevented him from straightening. The doctor pushed the stick slowly inward and held it in place for a long moment before withdrawing it. If the kid puked in here it would ruin the shot.

The boy was gasping for breath and his eyes were tearing up as he straightened. "Paul, you did such a great job. I know that was a little uncomfortable, but you really held out." A teary smile and some sniffling. "Your gag reflex seems to be over active, but we can help you with that. Usually we can correct that with some training and practice. Okay? Ready to move on?" The pouty mouth opened, but Dr. Jacob kept going. "Good, then." It's not as if it matters what the cunt thinks anyway.

"Next we're going to be checking on the elasticity of your chest. We'll use this little device here." Dr. Jacob pulled out a small black box and two suction cups connected by plastic tubing. Fishing a tube of gel from the drawer, he squeezed out a blob on each tiny pink nipple. Paul lifted his head to stare down as Dr. Jacob slowly rubbed firm circles around and over the nubs until they were sharp peaks. Dr. Jacob smiled down at the fuck toy, noticing the hard little cocklet pointing straight up. Stepping back, the Doc placed a suction cup over each nipple and told Paul to hold them in place. The plastic tubing was carefully straightened and arranged. "Are you ready now, Paul? We're going to start. This may be a little uncomfortable, but just tell me if it's too much. We really need a good test, though, so try to hold out for at least three minutes, okay? Good, here we go!"

The doctor flipped a switch on the black box and immediately the suction cups sealed to the thin chest. Paul gasped and yanked his hands away, but that only make it easier to see the tiny pink nips being drawn up into the clear cups. At first the outer area around the nipples were drawn up into the cup as far as the skin would allow. Then each tiny peak followed. Dr. Jacob was so intent on the reddening skin it took him a minute to register the pained whimpering. Paul had been biting his lips to stay quiet, but now he was moaning openly and began twisting back and forth on the table.

Dr. Jacob furtively spun the dial on the box and watched the tortured nipples begin to purple as the suction increased. The tiny fuck pet began to pull at the suction cups. "Oh, Paul, did you want to stop? Let me help you." With a grin the doctor took hold of the cup covering each nipple and pulled upward slowly, but firmly. With a high pitched whine Paul arched his back to try to relieve the added pressure, but the doctor pulled even higher. At the highest point possible for the boy, the doctor paused and then let go. The twisting little body collapsed back to the bed and a tiny shriek burst out. "Oh, I'm sorry, Paul. I forgot to release the cups first. Should I do that now?" The gasping face nodded quickly, but the doctor moved very slowly to flip the switch. Immediately the suction ceased and the boy was able to pull the cups away from his chest.

Two reddened swollen mounds topped with purpled nipples stood up from the thin chest. Paul gingerly touched himself and pulled his hand away from the soreness. Dr. Jacob dropped the machine and cups onto one side of the counter and returned. "Very good, Paul. We were able to really test that elasticity. Let's see." The doctor ran his fingers around both mounds, rubbing the remaining gel into the skin and pinching, tugging at the poor nipples until both were throbbing. The resulting whimpers and moans were intoxicating. Jacob wished he could cum on that chest and rub his cum into those two mounds.

Finally he drew back. "Okay, Paul. Let's try something else. Don't worry. I promise you it'll be just as much fun as this was!" He grinned down at the teary and worried face.

The tiny second grader shivered on the cold bed as Dr. Jacob rustled around in one of the cabinets. Finally the doctor pulled out several items and set them out one by one on the counter.

"Do you know what these are, Paul?" A hesitant shake of the shaggy head. "That's okay, but I would have expected you to know some of them." Dr. Jacob made a concerned face at the boy. "Have anyone ever helped you get clean all over?"

Paul nodded. "I take a bath every night." Dr. Jacob smiled. "That's good, Paul, but what about other places?" The fucktoy looked confused, nothing new there. "I mean getting clean inside, Paul." Still no comprehension. Well, he'd figure it out soon enough, and he'd remember it! Dr. Paul laughed and the stupid cunt smiled back. "Don't worry. I'll help you, Paul. "

The doctor pulled out a large clear-red rubber bag. "This holds water and oil to make sure you are very clean inside. We put it inside through this." The doctor held up some rubber tubing. Going to the sink, Dr. Jacob added some of the olive oil solution to the bag and attached it to the faucet for filling with water. Leaving the bag to fill, Dr. Jacob turned to the bed and the waiting 7 year old.

"Okay, Paul, let's get you into position for cleaning." With firm hands, the doctor helped Paul to turn onto hands and knees. "This position will help the water to get you really clean so we only have to do this one time today." And it's best for the cameras, so they get your face and cunt in the best view. "Once we get started you can move around and I'll help you, but for now you have to stay right where you are." Dr. Jacob quickly pulled Velcro straps around each slender wrist and ankle. The boy shifted nervously, but couldn't move hands or feet more than an inch or two.

"Don't worry, Paul", the doctor rubbed the boys back until the shivering eased. "This is just to make sure you don't move around and maybe fall." He smiled back at the trusting little cunt. "We just want you to be safe, right?" The boy nodded. "Good, good." The doctor pulled the IV stand close to the end of the bed and shut off the water just in time. He plugged the bag and tested the water flow. Ah, pretty hot, but it would take a while to finish the set-up and, after all, it wasn't going into him! Quickly hanging the bulging rubber bag and attaching the clamped tubing, Dr. Jacob was glad of his lab coat. His cock was hard and leaking as he readied the equipment. Dr. Lyndon may have preferred his own methods, but there was a reason Dr. Jacob had gone into pediatrics!

Once the equipment was in place the doctor turned back to his latest project. "Okay, Paul. I'm going to insert a nozzle into you and we'll start with the cleaning." The doctor walked up to the front of the bed so he could bend over and look the second grader right in the eye. "Paul, I want to prepare you for this, okay?" A nervous look. "It's okay, as long as you relax it won't hurt." Yeah, relaxed. He loved his job. "It's just that sometimes different people react differently to being cleaned." Confusion. "Sometimes people like it and they say it feels a little too good." He leaned closer to the kid. "I've talked with Dr. Lyndon..." Surprise and worry. "...and he told me how sensitive your little boycunt is." Open mouth shock. Perfect. Precum sprayed the inside of his slacks. "So don't worry if you enjoy the feeling. I know you're still learning to control yourself. We're all here to help you. Right, Paul?" The doctor waited until the off balance fucktoy agreed with a shaky 'yes, sir' before walking back to the enema bag.

The nozzle Dr. Jacob pulled out would have made the boy whine and protest, so the man was careful to keep it out of view. It was black rubber, ridged and curving with a series of five round balls down the length. A conservative 6 inches long, it's ever widening bubbles starting at 1 inch and ending with a 2 ¾ inch bulge. Each was separated by a slender neck, allowing the anal ring to snap back closed after each intrusion. At the end was a short neck and a balloon attachment to prevent leaking. Dr. Jacob stroked it lovingly as he attached it to the waiting tubing.

Paul jerked in his bonds as the doctor rubbed the lubricant gel across his tight entrance. First the doctor simply applied pressure to the ring as he passed over it, enjoying the tensing of the small body below him. Growing bored with that, he abruptly plunged one finger directly in, pausing for the shriek that followed. He probed slowly, rubbing the inner walls and tight ring. Gradually the pressure eased slightly and he slowly fucked his finger in and out of the boycunt.

"Wow, Paul, your cunt is very tight. I can see why your father wanted to fuck it. How many times did he fuck his cock into this hot little boycunt?" The doctor waited a moment, then pushed a second finger full length in and held it through the bucking and yelping that followed. "Paul! I asked you a question, young man. Now how many times did your father fuck your hot little cunt?" The boy took a shaky breath and sounded teary when he stammered. "I-I d-don't know." "You don't know?" Dr. Jacob began fucking the two fingers in and out. "If he fucked your cunt so many times you can't count, then just say so, Paul. Say, 'My boycunt has been fucked too many times to count'."

Paul shuddered quietly and paused. "I- my b-boycunt has b-been f-f-fucked too many times, sir. Sir, please..." Cock throbbing, Dr. Jacob pulled both fingers out to just stretch the outer ring of the boys cunt. Bracing the lubed nozzle against the hole, he spoke warningly. "Don't move now, Paul. I'm going to insert the nozzle for the cleaning. Sometimes it's uncomfortable going in if you don't relax, so just stay still and let it in, okay?" A shaky 'okay' came from the drooped head.

Dr. Jacob smiled and easily slid the ¾ inch nozzle end into the opened hole. Oh, guess we should have just used the regular enema nozzle for kids. Too late this time, though. He watched carefully until he saw the pale body relax slowly and firmly pushed the first ball into the slickened hole.

The resulting yelp forced more precum from the doctor and he rotated the smooth nozzle gently for a moment before forcing yet another ball into the 7 year olds boycunt. The doctor managed to drag out the insertion for almost ten minutes, playing with each ball before pushing it through, pulling and pushing after each one to make sure it was firmly seated. On the final ball the doctor halted the insertion halfway, allowing the ball to hold the ring open at its widest point for long moments, enjoying the groaning and pleading from the fucktoy. Finally it slipped in and the cunt ring closed tightly around the neck. The doctor tugged firmly on the nozzle, seeing the ball pull the ring lips apart gradually before pushing it in again as deep as the flat base would allow and twisting side to side several times.

Finally satisfied with the placement Dr. Jacob released the nozzle and rubbed the boys back comfortingly. A quick glance below showed the doctor that not all the moans had been of pain and protest. The tiny cocklet was a sharp spike hard against the soft belly. Even now he watched the base and tubing move as the muscles clenched and released around it. This one was really a little cock slut.

"Okay, Paul, we're ready to begin. I'm going to slowly let the water run in and then when you're all clean, we'll let it out. To make sure it doesn't leak out too early and make a mess, I'm going to inflate this seal on the nozzle, okay?" Not waiting to see what response might come, the doctor began pumping the balloon insert that lay just inside the ring.

At first the cute little fucktoy just shivered as the balloon swelled inside him. Then he began to shift from side to side as the pressure increased. The doctor moved sideways to see the boys face. He had his head and shoulders low, cute little butt with filled cunt high, just as a proper fucktoy should, but he had his eyes clenched closed. "Everything okay, Paul? I know you can feel the pressure, but it's to help you." Pleading green eyes peered up through the shaggy fringe of hair. The doctor smiled. "Just a little more, Paul. I'm sure you can take it, okay?"

Again, not waiting for a response, the doctor squeezed the balloon bulb twice more. A low moaning whine drifted out as the little boy tried to widen his stance in an attempt to ease the internal pressure. "I think that should do it, don't you?" A relieved look crossed the boys face and the doctor quickly pumped the bulb once more, hard. A sharp gasp from the slut. "Okay, now." Dr. Jacob laughed. "I'm glad we can enjoy ourselves as we work together, right, Paul?" The boy nodded doubtfully and the doctor moved to hook the balloon bulb onto the IV stand. "Oh," he paused a moment. "It looks like the nurse attached the adult size balloon onto this instead of the child size by mistake."

The boys head turned over one pale shoulder to stare at the man in childish disbelief. "That's okay, Paul. I'm sure you probably need the larger size anyway with all the fucking you said you like to do." He cut off the attempted stuttered protest easily. "Still, it's best to be sure it's going to work correctly." The wide green eyes stared helplessly as the man slowly pumped the balloon bulb again and yet again.

"Oh, please!" the tiny voice fairly shrieked. "Please, Doctor, stop. I-I'm all filled up, really! It-it hurts!" The doctor stopped pumping and put the bulb to the side. "Okay, Paul, you just had to say so. I don't know how you feel unless you share with me, you know." The tiny head nodded quickly. "Although you really aren't 'filled' yet, but we can get to that now." The doctor laughed and partially unclamped the tubing.

A trickle of water began to move through the tube. "Aaahh! It's hot, It's too hot!" The tiny body began thrashing in the restraints. A sharp slap to one pale cheek had the double bonus of silencing the yelling and thrashing, as well as jarring the embedded plug against the immature prostate. The resulting shriek had a far different quality to it.

"I know the water seems warm, but you'll get used to it. Now be still and relax. Let's not make this harder than it has to be." Dr. Jacob moved the large bulging bag to where the 2nd grader could see it. "Now, Paul, we have some options for this part. I know this is a little uncomfortable for you, so I'll let you choose. We can let the water go in slowly, but it will take longer that way, or we can let it go in quicker and finish more quickly. Which would you prefer?"

Dr. Jacob watched the inexperienced little boy think over what was offered. The doctor knew from experience that they usually chose the quicker way, not understanding the pain and cramps that would come from the quick rush of heated water in his guts. But letting the little sluts choose their own punishment made his cock pulse.

Predictably, Paul chose the quick way. Dr. Jacob smiled and praised the tiny seven year old. "Good, first though, we need to choose how much water you'll need to really clean you out inside. I think it should be either this much or this much." The doctor pointed to just over the halfway mark and the three quarter mark on the bag. "What do you think, Paul?"

Again, the boy chose the lesser amount. "Okay, that's fine, Paul. We'll go with that. Now I just have to get you going and we'll be all set. " Making sure to leave the bag in full view of the now calmer little boy, Dr. Jacob moved to undo the first clamp on the tubing completely. The water began to flow more quickly, but not at full strength. With Paul distracted by the increased flow, the doctor quickly hit a hidden switch under the edge of the counter. Moments later, the phone by the door began to ring, causing the tiny fucktoy to jump delightfully.

Dr. Jacob slowly walked to the phone. After answering, the doctor pretended to talk to his receptionist for a few minutes as the water in the bag eased ever lower. When it was nearing the quarter mark and the little belly began to show some bloating, the doctor turned back to Paul, hanging up the phone. "I'm sorry, Paul, I'm needed out front for just a minute. Will you be okay?" A hesitant nod and a whispered 'yeah, okay?' sounded out and the doctor smiled. "Don't worry, I'll just be a minute. If I put it on a little faster, like you wanted, you'll probably be almost done when I'm back, okay?"

Quickly, the doctor pulled the last clamp from the tubing and left the room. The water and oil flowed full strength into Paul now. At first the increased flow was more of a surprise than anything, but it quickly made itself felt. Paul began to squirm as the heated water and oil pushed its way deeper into his bowels. He moaned as cramps started inside of him.

In a nearby room Dr. Jacob watched the video feed while slowly stroking his cock. Every so often, when a particularly bad cramp would hit, the boy would toss his head back and groan loudly. When he did the camera would capture a perfect shot of his face and arched body. Teary green eyes roamed the room fitfully, going from the closed door to the bag of quickly disappearing water. The soft belly began to bloat out more and more as the bag neared the halfway empty point. The boy began to moan softly and watch the door more intensely, waiting for the doctor to come back in and stop the water as they had agreed.

Dr. Jacob grinned and rubbed his hand over the dripping head of his cock. He had never had any intention of putting less than the full one and a half quarts in that little fucker. Giving them that control and then taking it away was the best aphrodisiac. He watched avidly, stroking faster. Sometimes the little cunts would begin to yell for help or to scream when they watched the water go below this point. It always made him want to cum.

Sure enough, when the water hit the halfway point Paul began to call out for Dr. Jacob. A couple minutes more and the pretty little fuckcunt was begging through his tears for the doctor to come. Finally, at three quarters done, the boy just moaned and groaned, tears pouring from big green eyes as he rolled his head from side to side. Dr. Jacob couldn't take anymore. He groaned as he sprayed cum over the monitor screen. "Oh", he gasped, "We are going to make a fortune with this."

He cleaned himself up and hurried back, coming into the room just as the bag was finishing out. "Oh, I'm so sorry, Paul. That took quite a while longer than I expected. Are you okay?" He quick clamped and disconnected the tubing before moving to the front of the bed. Paul hung his head, sniveling and crying. "There, there, Paul, we're all finished. Now we just have to wait awhile and we can let it all out."

"I-it hur-hurts." The little boy whimpered. "It's t-too much." Dr. Jacob put a hand under the tiny chin and pulled the sweet face up towards the camera. With the other hand he brushed back the sweat soaked bangs. "I know it's uncomfortable, Paul. It will get better, though. And I know a little more went in than we agreed, but in order to get it right, we would have to let it all out and start all over. Do you want to do that, or just go ahead and finish as you are?" The doctor waited patiently for the boy to make the decision on his own. Again, as expected, the boy chose to go on.

"Well then," Dr. Jacob clapped his hands briskly. "Let's get on with it then." He quickly moved the enema stand aside and unstrapped Paul's ankles. "Hold very still." The doctor unstrapped the wrist restraints, as well. "We're going to move you onto your back so we can keep going, Paul. No reason to stop working while we wait for you to clean out, right? Now I know it can be awkward to move around right now, so I'm going to help you."

The doctor helped the bloated boy to lie down on his side and then roll to his back. The shifting of the water and the new position caused a fresh wave of cramps to roll through the tiny body. Paul moved to roll back to his side and curl up. "No, no, Paul, let me help you." Working quickly the doctor reattached the Velcro restraints to the ankle and wrist on one side and then moved to the other. Forcing the tortured body painfully flat, he attached the restraints to that side, too. A beautiful song of moans, whimpers and groans rose from the boy.

Dr. Jacob admired the strained lines of Paul's body. The tiny arms and narrow chest with still reddened nipples. The thin legs with knobby knees. And the bulging, bloated stomach with skin stretched tight from the pressure. The straining boycunt stretched tight around hard black plastic. Perfect for film, this one.

Stepping close to the bed the doctor began to rub his reawakened cock against the frame. "You did very well, Paul. Let's see how your settling in." With brisk hands the doctor rubbed the pained body from chest to thighs, paying firm attention to the swollen boy tits and bloated belly. When he reached the thighs the doctor pushed his fingers rhythmically against the thick rubber plug. "Just making sure we're still not leaking, Paul." He tugged and pushed more firmly, watching the boys tiny spike harden toward the swollen belly. Dr. Jacob began wiggling the thick plug side to side until the little cockslut gasped and bucked slightly. "Oh, is something wrong there, Paul? Let me see."

Keeping the same angle, the doctor began pushing and tugging again. The slight motions serving to 'fuck' the thick plug over Paul's prostate. Soon the poor little fucktoy was flushed and panting, but the doctor continued at a steady pace until he saw the tell-tale stiffening in the little body. Dr. Jacob gripped the end of the plug and twisted it sharply to grind the inside edge into the tiny prostate. Above him the boy shrieked and bucked, shaking through the dry cum as the doctor continued to work the rubber plug ruthlessly. The moans and groans followed quickly as the spasms set off another round of intense cramps.

Finally the boys motions eased off and Dr. Jacob released the plug. He stepped up into Paul's line of sight and waited for the dazed and pained green eyes to look at him. "You okay there, Paul?" A nod of the head. "Good, I wasn't really expecting that." Ooh, embarrassment was a good look for this one. "But I suppose we can expect someone as cock hungry as you to have nasty dry cums even during medical treatment." But shame was good, too. "Let's just hope we get through the rest of the test a little easier."

Dr. Jacob stepped away to pull a covered tray from a cabinet and set it close to the bottom of the bed. "Okay, Paul. We've tested your gag reflex, the elasticity of your chest and we're making sure you get cleaned out. Now we just need to test the resilience and the sensitivity of your urethra and we'll be all done, okay?" The doctor smiled down at the bound youngster, but this time the boy didn't meet his eyes. That's okay, he'll be looking soon enough.

Dr. Jacob flipped back the edge of the covered tray. He admired the gleam of shiny metal before turning back to the boy. "We're going to try another test now, Paul, but first we have to make sure you're ready."

With sure hands, he began to 'examine' the tiny cock, pulling it down away from the swollen belly and from side to side. The boy whimpered softly even as the little spike again hardened under the treatment. When it was once more as stiff as ever, the doctor smiled up at the flushed toy. "Very good, Paul. You're doing very well. This next piece of equipment can look a bit odd, but I can assure you it is very simple."

The doctor reached to the tray and held up a thin metal rod, about four inches long. "This is a urethral dilator, Paul. This one is specifically for young men like you. Have you ever seen one before?" As expected, the shaggy head shook quickly. "No? Well, that's okay. You'll get the hang of it in no time. As you can see the rod is graduated. That means it starts out small and gets larger as you look from one end to the other." The boy nodded, no real comprehension yet. "With this, we'll check to see how elastic you urethra is, Paul. That means, we'll see how wide it goes. Do you know what your urethra is, Paul?" Another head shake. "Your urethra is the thin tube that lets you pee from your cock, Paul."

Ah, that got us some reaction, Jacob smiled. Wide eyes went from the rod to the doctor and back again. "D-do we h-have to?" asked the tiny voice. The doctor smiled even more. "Oh, of course we do, Paul, but don't worry, it doesn't take long and we can finish cleaning up as we do it. Okay?" He waited until the boy nodded his permission before moving on. He liked to have them complicit in their own encounters. It seemed so much sweeter somehow.

"Okay, then. Just lay still, Paul, and we'll be quick." The doctor pulled the tiny cockle back until it was standing straight and rubbed it firmly. Laying the dilator to one side he swirled a layer of lube on the tiny cock head. The little seven year old began to whimper and squirm.

The doctor picked up the rod and dipped the end in the lube. Then he set the smaller end against the flushed cock. Gently spreading the tiny hole, he eased the rounded end of the rod into the cocklet. The boy groaned and tensed at the sensation. The doctor smiled and allowed the weight of the rod to draw itself deeper just slightly. When no more than a half inch was inserted he stopped the entry and looked up to his tiny patient.

"Doing okay, Paul? It's going very well. How does it feel?" The boy looked uncertain. "I'm-uh- okay, I guess. It feels really weird though."

"Well, don't worry, Paul. You're doing fine." The smiling reassurance made the tiny boy flush as well. He was so easy indeed. Perfect for their needs.

And speaking of needs, the doctor tugged the rod gently, pulling it out until just the tip was inserted and allowing it to slip back down. The boy gasped lightly and the tiny cock stiffened under the treatment. The doctor did it a few more times for the simple entertainment value before allowing the rod to slide deeper.

Just past the half-inch mark the rod widened and the slide in was slowed. There was more whimpering from above, but the doctor ignored it. At the inch mark, the gentle slide in stopped, hindered by the stretch of the tiny urethra. Smiling the doctor held the little cock just beneath the head and firmly eased the dilator a fraction of an inch deeper. A sharp exclamation came from the boy, and trembling, but no outright protest. The doctor continued the insertion until the next widening section.

He looked up to see fine white teeth biting into a full, flushed lower lip as wide eyes stared down at him. Smiling gently into those wide eyes, the doctor slowly, but firmly pushed in the next half inch. The boy shuddered and his muscles clenched and released. The eyes fluttered closed and opened again. At this point two inches of the shiny silver rod were inside the tiny cock. The doctor was determined to go at least an inch further before ending the exam.

"How are you feeling, Paul?" The doctor prompted. The chewed on lips opened and closed as the tiny boy grasped for words. "It's okay, I guess. I-I don't ... Are we done now?" The seven year old finished hopefully.

The doctor smiled up at him widely. "We're almost finished, Paul. Just a moment more and we can let you up to let the water out. You'd like that, right?" He put the hand not holding the rod on the swollen belly and rubbed. "Oh, yes, please." The boy groaned.

"Alright then." The doctor grasped the tiny cock again and eased the silver rod deeper, bit by bit. He could see clearly the stretch in the tiny hole, feel the trembling of the boy's body. With firm, continuous pressure he slid the rod in. Above came gasps and choked off half-words of protest. He ignored all until the now-straining cocklet swallowed the rod to the three inch mark. Carefully he eased the tiny impaled cock to rest against the swollen stomach before looking back up at the sweating boy.

"We're finished for this test, Paul. We may need to check again another time, but for now our results are very good. You did well." His bright grin was met with a strained smile from the bound child. "Now I'm going to help you up to expel the water, okay?" The little head nodded quickly.

The doctor carefully undid the binding straps and eased the tiny boy to his side. A groan met the shifting of the water in the boys guts, cut off by a squeal as the metal impaled cock shifted as well.

"Oh, yes, Paul. We need to leave that in for the test, but I'll help you keep it in place until we can take it out." The doctor lifted the gallons heavier boy to his feet, letting the stretched cock dangle momentarily. Once the boy was down, the doctor stopped the tiny cock from swaying by grasping the end of the exposed metal rod and lifting it slightly. He smiled down at the tiny boy. "Okay, Paul. We need to get you down to the shower room so you can expel the water. Can you walk or I could try to find a wheelchair for you?" The boy shook his head quickly, unwilling to wait longer. "I-I can walk, sir. Really."

The doctor smiled. "Good boy, Paul. Just let me lead you , so you don't hurt yourself with this." Keeping hold of the rod the doctor guided the boy over to the door of the exam room. The boy waddled slowly due to the amount of water in his guts. The cameras in the hall would catch the scene perfectly as the doctor led the boy by the impaled cock as if by a leash. The straining boy trying to walk quickly enough to avoid any pull on the stretched cock and looking around in fear of someone else seeing. The doctor didn't bother to let the boy know they were the only two left in the office. Why spoil the humiliated expression on the child's face?

After what seemed forever to the tiny fucktoy and was in reality only a few doors down, they went into a room equipped with sink, toilet and a wide shower stall. The boy made a motion toward the toilet, only for the doctor to give a gentle tug to the metal rod. "No, Paul, we'll need to use the shower for this. That's why there's a drain and everything." The boy blushed again, but followed the doctor to the open shower area.

The doctor guided him to a rail set crossed the shower floor. He positioned the boy with both hands grasping the rail and eased him to a slight squat. "This will help you stay standing as the water comes out." (Not to mention align both face and boycunt with the hidden cameras.) The doctor smiled down into hopeful green eyes. "Ready, Paul?" The quick nod caused the shaggy hair to ruffle. "Okay, then." Keeping hold of the dilator with one hand, Dr. Jacob reached around and began twisting the fat plug with the other. The boy groaned and strained for a moment until finally the plug was pulled clear.

Water gushed from the tiny body. The doctor watched as the boy shook with the force of it. The tiny eyes were clenched closed, mouth gasping. Dr. Jacob made sure to shift the cock dilator every so often to enhance the experience for the child. Each time the green eyes would pop open in surprise, but no protests came.

Finally the flow of water began to ease. "Paul," the doctor prompted as the flow of water trailed off. "Let's get back so I can check to make sure everything is fine and then we'll be all done." The boy was almost passive on the walk back to the exam room, exhausted by the experience. It was the work of moments for him to be back on the bed, strapped down and in the stirrups.

"Very good, Paul. Before we finish the exam, I'd like to take out the dilator. You did very well with it. I'm just going to check that there are no problems internally first." Smiling down at the tiny second grader, the doctor held the little cock in position for the camera and grasped the metal at the exposed tip. Firmly, he slowly swirled the rod within the impaled cock, allowing the metal to twist back and forth within the stretched canal. Squeals and cries echoed loudly from the bound child as the motion continued.

After a few minutes of that the doctor began to ease the thin metal from the cock's passage. An expression of relief crossed the tiny face, until the doctor began sliding it back in. The doctor smiled down into wide green eyes as he fucked the shiny steel in and out of the baby cock. The boy strained and groaned, pulling at the bindings futilely. Finally he began gasping, "Please! Please, doctor, please!" One would have thought the child was in agony, but Dr. Jacob continued the fucking motion until the straining body shuddered through a series of spasms. During the boy's dry cum, the doctor alternated the long fucking motion with short jabs, causing high pitched squeals to rip from the tiny throat.

Finally the doctor removed the rod and dropped it into the sink, the loud clang jarring the shaking boy to open his eyes. "Well, Paul," smiled Dr. Jacob. "It looks as if you can cum from being fucked in any hole." The boy flushed violently, red trailing halfway down the skinny chest to blend with the reddened chest. The doctor just busied himself with adjusting the stirrups of the exam bed as far out as the boy could spread. "Don't worry, Paul. I'm not really surprised you would behave this way. After all, you did tell me your boycunt had been fucked too many times for you to count, remember?" Teary green eyes looked up at him and the tiny head nodded reluctantly. "So it's not surprising that you would have cums from other holes. That's why Dr. Lindon and I are trying to help you. So you can stop being a cock hungry slut. Right, Paul? You don't want to be a cock hungry slut, do you?" He looked at the boy expectantly until he heard the tremulous voice.

"N-no, sir. I-I don't want to be a c-cock hungry sl-slut." The doctor smiled and pulled the rolling seat over to the bed.

"Okay, Paul, now I'm going to examine you inside." Dr. Jacob pulled out the speculum from the case next to the bed. Using his fingers, he rubbed lube around the slightly open hole and then used two fingers to insert lube as far as he could go. Sliding the speculum in brought a gasp from the tiny patient, but looking at the clock told the doctor their time was almost up. Rather that waste time playing, the doctor widened the speculum; not too much, don't want to stretch out the little fuckhole, unless it's being fucked with a real cock.

Using a long handled swab, the doctor quickly rubbed the creamy hormone solution over the exposed inner walls. It was absorbed quickly, so he added a second layer as deep as he could. Working smoothly, he removed the speculum and unstrapped the boy and directed him to get dressed. Dr. Jacob had just secured all his tools when he heard the outside bell ding. "Come along, Paul." The doctor scooped a small bag off the cabinet as he passed. "Time to go home."

The boy fairly flew out to the waiting room. The foster mom patted his shoulder distractedly and asked Dr. Jacob if there was anything she should no. "Oh, Paul and I got along fine, didn't we, Paul? He could do this every day, right, Paul?" The boy looked uncertainly up at the doctor. "It was fine."

Dr. Jacob smiled, what a non-committal response. And after all he'd done for the little fuck. "Well, before you go, Paul, why don't you pick out a prize from the chest?" The doctor indicated a toy treasure chest in the corner of the room. The boy looked uncertain, but at the foster mom's urging, scurried off to choose something.

Drawing close to the clueless bitch, Dr. Jacob quietly informed her that Paul was healthy, but showing some signs of early sexual exploration. That was to be expected, but he would discuss it with the boy's therapist. They might have to take steps. He handed her the bag. "These are special supplements for Paul. Unfortunately they only come in suppository form, but just use the included silicone rod to insert one every day in the morning. Then a warm bath at night and he'll be fine. If you see anything that worries you, feel free to call me." He smiled warmly as she thanked him for all his help and turned to watch Paul approach.

He waved good bye to them from the door, watching as Paul climbed gingerly into the ugly mini-van, carrying his 'prize'. The treasure chest only contained bath toys. And Paul had chosen a brightly colored rubber torpedo toy. Dr. Jacob was sure that would come in handy. After all, the suppositories the bitch would give him were specially designed to cause an uncontrollable itch deep in the boy's cunt. It would take something long to go deep enough to scratch that itch. And the hormone cream would cause that little cock to stay hard with an uncontrollable need to cum. The doctor laughed. He could just imagine that old cunt catching Paul in the bath with his new toy buried in his ass and one hand working his baby cock. Good times, good times. He'd have to warn Lindon to bring it up in the next session.