Date: Sun, 11 Oct 2015 15:06:26 +0000 (UTC) From: Juan Martinez Subject: Aston House part 1 ASTON HOUSE This is my second story. Chapter two and maybe more will be coming soon. If you like it and would like more chapters, please get in touch. Thanks to all those of you who have got in touch since I started my first story, My Godson. I am amazed by the number of people all around the world who are enjoying that story. Please stay in touch. I have added you all to my list of fans. If you wish I will blind copy [BCC] details of future postings, other links, etc. Usual disclaimers apply. If you don't like sexual fantasies involving men and boys; leave this site. If you do like them and you are not breaking a law by doing so; read on. If you are breaking a law, be careful, or get the law changed. If you like this story in particular; email me at: nobus50@yahoo.co.uk and I will answer your email. Whether you like my story or not, please try and send a donation to the great folk at Nifty who provide us with an outlet for our fantasies! http://donate.nifty.org Juan ASTON HOUSE Part One, Introductory Medical Mb[10] The year was 1995, long before the world became petrified of paedophilia but at a time when perhaps it should have been. Many children were placed in the care of local authorities for various reasons; some because they had fallen foul of the criminal justice system and many because of inadequate parents. Some were just unfortunate and ended up in care because they had no parents or suitable guardians in main stream society. Efforts were made to find foster homes for some of the children but little effort was made to find homes for the more disruptive children, especially the older ones. Some were kept off the list of potential children to find foster parents because the staff and authorities wanted them to remain in care. Here they could be abused at will and unlikely to return to main stream society until adults. Then they would have been conditioned to remain silent and would be unlikely to reveal their abuse out of fear of reprisals and pure embarrassment that they had been forced to succumb to such degradation. Many of these children would take their secrets to the grave or at least remain silent until society would encourage them to come forward many, many years later. Many local authorities owned homes either outright or with other authorities, hundreds of miles away. It was to these homes that the most disturbed and troublesome children were allocated. It was also the place where favourites were banished. There was little or no interaction between these children and local children. The homes were run like single sex boarding schools except that during normal school holidays the children remained on site. Here the abuse could continue almost daily with no let up. Richard was one such child, he was ten years old when he was taken into care. The circumstances surrounding his entry into the care system were hazy. But it was obvious to some of those in authority that he was one that should remain with them for many years. He was generally a very quiet boy but had a wilful streak in him. That would soon be dispelled by the staff at the care home to which he was allocated. The home, Aston House, was situated in North Wales and Richard was originally from Bedford, over two hundred miles away. He had no known living relatives and as such would have been ideal for fostering or adoption. However, on his first admission to the system his file was marked `101'. This marking meant that he would not be put up for fostering or adoption. Not because he was disturbed or disruptive, just because... Richard had been in care at a childrens' home in Bedford for less than a fortnight before, at the weekly counselling meeting, he was told that he would be transferred to Aston House. Here he was told that there would be lots of other friendly boys aged between seven and seventeen in two wings of an old Victorian house. There would be lots of outside adventure training and he would enjoy the relaxed atmosphere of country living. He would be in for a shock from the moment he arrived! Richard was an average looking boy, not incredibly good looking. He would not have made it as a child model from a facial point of view, but he was not unattractive. He had mousy brown hair and hazel green eyes. A few freckles could be seen across the bridge of his nose and he had one or two larger freckles and a few small moles on each cheek. He was just below average height for his age and was on the slim side, unusual these days but a delight for the staff in North Wales. If anything, Richard looked a little young for his ten years and three months. The journey from Bedford to North Wales was made in a comfortable car and Richard sat in the front seat next to his driver, a pleasant enough woman in her forties. It was a long drive and they stopped twice for refreshments and toilet breaks. As they approached their destination the clouds gathered and it began raining heavily. The place was over a mile from the nearest village and grey forbidding hills rose steeply all around the house and grounds. The house was hidden from view still but Richard took in the high stone walled perimeter. There was a large gated entrance and as Richard looked out of the car window at the rain soaked surroundings he began to wonder if this was such an ideal place after all. The electronic gates were opened after a very brief conversation between his driver and someone within, via an intercom. The car continued onto the drive and Richard turned round to see the gates close behind them. The driveway was over half a mile in length and wound around the side of a hill before the house came into view. An imposing large Victorian edifice, three storeys high with two large gabled wings either side of a large wooden front door. Richard was ushered inside out of the rain and at a reception desk was a man around thirty years old. He said very little to the lady driver and nothing to Richard as he inspected the accompanying paper work. After some minutes of perusal he looked up and spoke to the lady. `Yes, yes. All seems to be in order. I'm sure he will enjoy his time with us.' He looked across at the boy who was standing with head bowed. He looked him up and down before looking into his eyes. `Yes, we will enjoy having you here with us.' The boy shifted awkwardly. `If you could just get his things from the car. Then grab yourself a cup of tea in the family room and you can head back to...' he paused, `Bedford. Oh, you will probably want to head back pretty soon. No point hanging round here longer than you need. It's a long way back.' The man seemed in a great hurry to rid himself of this unwanted intrusion by the lady. So with a pat on Richard's head, she turned to leave the reception area. `Just leave the bags here.' The receptionist said, `and the family room is through there.' Pointing to one of the large oak doors off the hall way. That was the last the boy saw of the pleasant woman. `You, boy, come with me.' He looked at the boy and raised himself from his sitting position and exited through a door on the other side of the hall way. Richard immediately followed behind the man and was led into a much more austere looking corridor that had standard plain fire doors along both sides with small numbers on each door. He was led into one of the rooms. The room was obviously some sort of medical room. It looked just like a doctor's surgery and around the walls were various plain and glass fronted white cupboards, lots of stainless steel and various items of medical equipment. `Stand here.' Said the man, indicating a small red circle about eighteen inches across painted on the floor in the centre of the room. With that he left through the same door and Richard was left alone with his thoughts for the first time since he arrived at Aston House. Thus far he had not seen another boy or staff member, just the man at reception who did not introduce himself. Why did he have to stand in this circle? Why could he not sit on the chair? He looked around and noticed other similar coloured circles painted on the floor; as well as the circles there were some lines, solid and broken. He had no idea what they were for. His eyes scanned the room for clues. There was a chair and an examination table of some description with various attachments to it. There was a lot of stainless steel equipment lying around on the clean worktops and on two stainless steel trolleys. There was of course the ubiquitous array of first aid stuff, like plasters and bandages in glass fronted cupboards. Richard began fidgeting a little. How long had he been standing here? He had lost track of time. Eventually the door opened and in strode a man in a white coat, holding a clipboard and smiling warmly. `Hello,' he said, `you must be Richard Cafferkey.' `Yes.' Richard whispered. He cleared his throat, `Yes, Sir.' `I'm Dr Gallagher. Welcome to Aston House. Normally you would meet The Principal, Mr Nicholson, first before your medical, but he is not here today nor is the deputy, Mr Crighton. So I will give you a brief introduction before you meet one of them tomorrow morning. After your medical you will stay tonight on the sick bay before you meet the rest of the boys after seeing The Principal. Ok?' he asked. `Yes, Sir.' `Good, then shall we make a start? It's getting late and you are probably tired after your long journey. Everyone has a long journey to get here.' He laughed, `Even the gardener cycling up that drive! Where are you from?' `Bedford, Sir.' `Right,' he said with a smile, `now strip off and let's see what we've got. Put your clothes over there on that chair.' Indicating to a steel framed chair with a purple covered seat. Richard began by lifting his sweat shirt over his head followed by his T-shirt. He finally left the circle and walked over to the chair and hung them over the back of the chair. `Fold them neatly, please.' The doctor said, and Richard folded each item in turn and placed them on the seat. Then he kicked off his trainers. All the time the doctor was studying his movements. `No,' said the doctor, `please go back into the red circle and undress there,' Richard placed his trainers under the chair and returned to the circle, unsure why he had to do so, but thought it best to comply. The doctor was still smiling and being pleasant so it was not worth risking upsetting him. Richard removed his socks and walked the short distance to the chair, bent down and placed one sock in each trainer before returning to the red circle. Next he undid the belt of his jeans, followed by the button and slid down the zip. He pulled his jeans off his buttocks and down his legs. He had to hop a bit to remove the jeans from his ankles as there was nothing to hold on to. Once off he pulled the legs in the right way and walked back over to the chair, folded them and placed them on top of his other clothes. He looked at the doctor questioningly and returned to the red circle, standing still awaiting the next command. `And your pants, please.' Dr Gallagher said with another smile. `I need to examine all of you.' Richard pulled his pants down over his thighs and down off each rounded calf. He stood up and carried his briefs and carefully laid them on top of the small pile of clothes before once again returning to the red circle. He stood facing the doctor arms by his sides, his small penis curled over his marble sized testes that were pulled up close to his body in their tight wrinkled scrotum. The doctor looked closely at Richard scribbling notes on his clip board. `Good,' he said, `just wait there for a minute and I'll be with you.' Richard remained motionless looking at the doctor before being told to walk over to a height chart on one wall. After being measured and then weighed the doctor took him gently by the arm and stood him inside a blue circle. Here he was told to bend over and touch his toes and then straighten up. Then he had to perform a series of squats and jumps. The doctor viewed him from many angles completing this task about half a dozen times. Richard did as he was asked, he was quite supple and had enjoyed gymnastics at his old school. He was, however, very self-conscious having to perform these actions naked in front of a stranger, albeit a doctor. He was most embarrassed when the doctor told him to turn around and would be able to see his anus as he bent forward. Then Dr Gallagher reached onto one of the small medical trolleys and took a stethoscope, before listening to his chest first at the front and then at the back. Every so often he would interrupt his examination of the young boy and make notes on his clipboard. The examination carried on in a familiar manner and then Richard was asked to go and stand in the green circle. Richard scanned the room and located the green circle off to one side in front of a plain section of the far wall. He walked over and stood inside it. The doctor produced a tape measure and a camera and then began measuring and photographing many different parts of Richard's tiny frame; each measurement being carefully noted on the clip board. The doctor started by measuring his head circumference around the forehead before continuing around his chest and abdomen. The detailed measurements and photographs continued; circumference and length of all limbs and parts of limbs, forearm, upper arm, feet, calves, thighs. All joints, even if not measured, were detailed by photograph, some in minute detail, close up. All the while he was making a little pleasant small talk with Richard, asking questions about his health and family history before arriving at Aston House. Richard gasped slightly as Doctor Gallagher measured his thighs. He had reached the tape right up inside his groin, pushing his immature penis and scrotum out of the way. Richard was asked to hold his penis out of the way as the doctor photographed his thighs and inside his groin. Then he was asked to just stand still, sometimes with hands at his sides and others with arms raised as he took more photographs from all angles. Richard was asked to squat, briefly stand on one leg, with eyes closed and open. He was asked to bend over and reveal his buttocks and anus which were also photographed. Richard thought he ought to be embarrassed but the doctor had taken so many photographs by now, he did not seem to mind that even his private parts were being photographed. The doctor returned to his front and began photographing his groin. Richard was not surprised, it was probably the only part left to be photographed apart from his mouth, so he thought. Different angles were taken. Richard, like most British boys was not circumcised and his foreskin hung over the end of his glans by about a quarter of an inch. Dr Gallagher reached forward with one hand and gently seized Richard's penis and began to retract the foreskin. Fortunately for Richard, and unlike many boys his age, this was a comfortable procedure. Dr Gallagher took some more photographs of his penis and asked Richard to hold his penis slightly away from his body so that he could photograph the underside from a few angles. It was all being done as part of his medical examination and only briefly did Richard think that this might cause him to get stiff. This done the doctor then moved to Richard's face and photographed in detail every aspect of his face. After seemingly hours of measurements and photographs, Richard was the told to hop up onto the examination table and lie his head back on the pillow. The doctor then retrieved a strange looking implement that looked like a set of mathematical dividers. `I need to measure your smaller parts now. Fingers, toes and so on. Can't have you standing for that; you'd fall over.' Dr Gallagher laughed. Richard lay still as the dividers were placed along each toe in turn and more measurements were taken. Dr Gallagher reached over to one of the trolleys and produced another tape measure in a loop which he placed over each toe to measure the circumference of each of his tiny toes. Richard had never had such a detailed set of measurements taken and as he lay back he closed his eyes and tried to work out why such detailed measurements were necessary. Then the doctor moved up to do the same with his hands and fingers. The doctor then moved up to his face and took detailed measurements of his head, nose, eyes, and ears. He took hold of more medical equipment and looked into his ears and eyes making more notes all the time. `Ok, I need to briefly check your mouth and teeth. You will see the dentist tomorrow at some time, I think. I just need to check all is ok with your mouth and take a few measurements here.' Richard thought his mouth had been examined earlier when the doctor used a tongue depressor and made him cough but this was different. Dr Gallagher measured the width of his mouth with the dividers before asking him to open his mouth as wide as he could and tried taking measurements in this manner. He then reached onto the trolley and retrieved a strange stainless steel contraption with lots of wires and screws. `I need to put this inside your mouth. Normally the dentist would do this but I can do it today to save time. Dentists use it to hold your mouth open whilst they carry out long procedures like if you need a tooth out. Have you ever had one of these before? Any teeth extracted?' Richard shook his head. He was more than a little daunted at the prospect of having this thing in his mouth and his throat had gone dry making speech difficult. The doctor inserted the apparatus in Richard's mouth. Richard felt the cold uncomfortable metal contraption enter his mouth and the doctor began to adjust it by turning the small wing nuts. Richard felt his mouth being stretched more and more and just when he thought his jaw would break the doctor stopped his adjustments. More measurements were taken of his distended oral cavity and more examinations made within his mouth. `Good,' said the doctor finally, smiling down at him and reducing the ache in his jaw as he unscrewed the various nuts, `you have a very good stretch. I'm sorry if it was a bit uncomfortable.' Dr Gallagher now turned his attention to his groin, tapping Richard's flaccid penis. `Right!' Dr Gallagher exclaimed, `just scoot down to the end of the table and rest your ankles in these.' The doctor pulled two stirrups up from either side of the table and locked them in place. Richard had never seen such a device and was not sure what the doctor was asking him to do. `Don't worry, I'll do it for you.' Richard felt the doctor place his hands at his hips and pulled him further down the table until he thought he was going to be pulled off the end. The doctor took hold of his right ankle and placed it in the cold metal stirrup before clamping it tightly around his ankle. He did the same with his left ankle and then began adjusting the arms of the stirrups. Richard could feel his legs being pulled upwards and apart. Soon the spread on his legs was becoming uncomfortable, even painful and he winced a little in pain as his legs were spread yet further. Eventually the doctor stopped and reduced the spread just a little. Richard was focussing on the pain in his hips and groin and was only vaguely aware of the cool air on his stretched buttocks and around his anus. Richard had no idea what was to come next. The doctor picked up the small, looped tape measure and carefully placed it around his penis over his foreskin. Then after making a further note on his clipboard, removed the tape and retracted his foreskin and repeated the procedure around his uncovered, purple glans. Then the loop was placed just below the head of his penis and more measurements were taken of the circumference of his short shaft. The doctor then picked up the dividers and made detailed measurements of the length of his shaft and even the length of the tiny slit at the end through which he passed his urine. Richard was conscious of some manipulation of his penis but the stretching in his groin prevented him from concentrating on the feelings around his tiny penis. The doctor set down the dividers and tape measure back on the trolley and took a small thing that looked to Richard like a cotton bud. Dr Gallagher took hold of his penis in one hand and retracted the foreskin that had now re-covered his glans and applied the tip of the cotton bud to his urethra and began to slowly insert it down the tiny tube. Richard let out a gasp of pain as the bud entered him but it was withdrawn very quickly and he was left with just a stinging sensation on the tip of his penis. `Sorry about that.' The doctor said, `you have a very small urethra, I will need to give you a catheter. I'm afraid that may hurt a little more.' The cotton bud was placed inside a small tube and put back on the trolley before Dr Gallagher reached for a catheter. Richard shut his eyes. If the cotton bud had stung the next procedure was going to be more painful the doctor had warned. The catheter was covered in lubricating gel and once again Richard felt pressure at the tip of his penis. Soon the pressure on the tip of his penis increased and as the catheter began it slow journey down his urethra, Richard was aware of pain progressing down his tiny penis. The doctor manipulated his penis slightly allowing the catheter to make its inexorable progress down his urethra. Richard gasped out loud a few times but the pain was only fleeting and just a strange sensation remained as the tip of the catheter continued to reach his bladder. Then a strange sensation as his bladder slowly emptied through the catheter and into a bowl attached to the side of the table. The doctor left the catheter in place and pulled on a rubber glove and let it snap over his wrist before pulling out a little stool from beneath the table and sat on it between the boy's out stretched legs. A dollop of lubricant was squirted onto his gloved fingers and Richard was suddenly aware of the cold sensation on his anus. Doctor Gallagher rubbed a little of the cold gel around his anus before placing his index finger against the young boy's tightly closed sphincter. He pushed firmly forward to gain entry. Richard gasped out loud, despite his dry mouth, his jaws still aching along with his groin. The unusual sensation was enough to distract him from the pain elsewhere as he felt something enter his back passage. Richard could feel the intrusion heading further inside him as the doctor moved his finger around inside his tight rectum for what seemed like ages. Dr Gallagher was searching for any lumps or nodules and also for Richard's immature prostate gland. Once he found the boy's tiny prostate, no bigger than a pea, he began to massage it with his finger. Richard's senses were not responding as he would have expected. His jaw still ached, his groin was stretched and aching, his penis was sore and he was discharging urine into a bowl. Now he had suffered the indignity of having the doctor push a finger up his stretched anus; yet he could feel some pleasure from the internal examination. He was confused. The doctor withdrew his finger from the boy's anus and removed the rubber glove and threw it in a stainless steel pedal bin. He then turned his attention to the boy's scrotum and small testes. He gently palpated the small orbs in his fingers and squeezed them until the boy showed some signs of discomfort. He picked up the looped tape measure and dividers from the trolley. He made several measurements of both testes and scrotum before placing the implements back on his abdomen. Then he picked up the camera and took some photographs of the boy's testes in their, now looser, scrotum. Then, with the flow of urine ceased, Dr Gallagher began to slowly withdraw the catheter. Richard waited for the pain but only a slight discomfort was felt as the catheter was withdrawn completely. The doctor unhooked the bowl of urine and took it and the catheter to the other side of the room. He returned and again assumed his position between Richard's obscenely wide stretched legs. This time he took a three pronged speculum from the trolley and coated it with lubricating gel. Richard felt the cold steel and gel against his anus for a moment and then gasped as the shaft entered his tiny anus. It was no bigger than the doctor's finger but it went much deeper up his insides and he could feel it deep within him. `Ok?' asked the good doctor. `This may be a little uncomfortable it may even hurt a little at first but the pain should soon go away.' Far from going away, it was getting more painful as the doctor began turning the small wheel that opened the fingers of the speculum. Gradually Richard's anus was opened and the pain increased. Richard could feel cold air inside him as the wheel was turned a little more. Richard's anus was now spread open just over half an inch. Doctor Gallagher looked keenly up inside the boy and saw nothing but healthy pink tissue. Although he may have wished to stretch the boy's cute anus further, it was opened sufficiently for his purposes. A few photographs were taken of the boy's distended anus before he picked up the dividers and looped tape measure and placed them on the trolley. The doctor then reapplied some gel to his un-gloved middle finger and placed it up inside the boy's gaping anus. He was soon able to locate the boy's tiny prostate and began a gentle massage of the gland. Richard could feel the finger moving around inside him, taking away some of the pain from his spread anus. The doctor now picked up his flaccid penis again and once more retracted his little foreskin revealing the tiny, purple head. He swirled his fingers around the head and the sensitive corona. Occasionally he would bring the hood of skin forward over his glans, before retracting it again and continue his rubbing of his glans and corona. Despite the discomfort, or mild pain in his groin and now from his anus, he felt a strange feeling spreading across his nether region. Very slowly the doctor's ministrations had their desired effect. Richard's penis slowly began to erect as the feelings from his penis began to take over from the discomfort in other parts of his young body. Dr Gallagher continued massaging the tiny prostate and the boy's erection grew to full tumescence. The doctor withdrew his finger from the boy's anus and wiped his hand on a nearby towel. He took some photographs of the boy's erect penis then picked up the measuring tape and looped it over the boy's penis drawing it down to the base. The boy's penis was pointing straight up at ninety degrees to his body. The doctor took various measurements before pushing the tape around the base of the boy's straining penis and pulling it tight. He picked up the dividers and repeated the earlier measurements on his now erect penis. The final measurements were made and entered on the clip board. `I have a lot of your medical history but I need to ask you some more detailed questions that most doctors don't need to ask. Is that ok?' The boy nodded, the strange new sensations making speech difficult. Richard hoped it would be over quickly and he could answer just by nods or shakes of his head. `Has anyone ever put anything inside your bottom before?' Richard shook his head. `What about you? Have you ever put anything inside your bottom before?' Again Richard shook his head. `Are you sure, it's important?' Richard nodded, `I'm sure.' He managed to say. `Now what about your penis, your willy?' the doctor said and took hold of the little spike again. `Do you play with it sometimes?' Richard nodded. `Has anyone else ever touched it? Except a doctor.' Richard shook his head `Are you sure? What about your Mum or Dad? `No, no one.' Richard cleared his throat again. `I never had a dad and my mum never really touched me at all since I started school, I suppose.' Richard managed to say. `Any of your friends, then?' Again a shake of the head. `Have you ever touched anyone else's willy or bottom?' Another shake of the head. `My mum said it was bad.' `Oh, it's not always bad. Actually often it feels really good when your willy gets stiff, doesn't it?' Richard nodded and the doctor resumed his ministrations on the boy's penis, now with some warmed gel on his fingers. `Does that feel nice?' he asked. Richard nodded again. `And this?' The doctor again put his middle finger between the fingers of the speculum inside Richard's gaping anus and rubbed over his prostate gland. Richard drew in his breath deeply and nodded his head. `Good. Now I don't know how much you play with your willy but this should give you a really nice feeling and then we can get the speculum out of your bottom and get you up off the table.' Richard nodded again. `It might feel like you need to pee but don't worry; you won't. Just enjoy the feelings, if you can.' The doctor continued massaging the boy's prostate with his finger, and glans, corona and penile shaft with his other hand. Eventually he felt the boy's muscles begin to contract all around his young body and his penis twitched. The boy's breathing lost its rhythm and he began a series of moans and gasps as the feelings from his prostate and penis intensified. Gradually these feelings increased and Richard reached new peaks of pleasure, despite the lingering pains from his extended joints. The pleasurable feelings from his little penis had grown to overcome the vestige of pain he felt in his urethra from the previous insertion of the catheter. Even the pain from his stretched anus became pleasurable as the assault on his prostate grew. Very soon now, Richard was on the verge of his first dry cum. Richard felt all these pre orgasmic feelings spread through his groin and he felt a massive urge to pass urine. The spread speculum gave him the feeling of fullness, but it was the massage of his immature prostate gland that was having the biggest and most confusing impact on his young body. Richard gasped and his whole body shook as his orgasm approached like an express train. His penis began twitching uncontrollably and then it hit. His whole body jerked and the good doctor could feel Richard's prostate gland enlarge slightly and contract as it tried in vain to shoot forth through his erect, little penis. Richard felt these feelings and held his breath, not knowing what was happening to his ten year old body. Then as his prostate contracted and his testes were pulled tight to his body he felt the massive rush of pleasure through his penis. In fact the intense feelings radiated out through his groin, to his rectum and stretched anus and up over his body and down his legs. His toes curled upwards and his head felt like it would explode as his penis now became the centre of his universe. The pleasure sensors in his brains were responding and a rush of endorphins was sent around his body. Richard relaxed back on to the examination table as wave after wave of pleasure surged through his body. The doctor slowed his actions within the boy and gradually reduced his manipulation of the boy's penis as the boy came down from his peak of pleasure. The boy's breathing began to resume more normal patterns but still he moaned each time he exhaled. The doctor let go of the boy's penis which was still twitching spasmodically. He withdrew his finger from the boy's anus, leaving the speculum inside. He untied the looped tape measure from the base of the boy's penis, which although still erect, had lost a little of its tumescence. He then leant forward and placed a hand on the boy's forehead. `How was that?' he asked. Richard was unable to respond. He felt so out of breath and was gulping in the air and trying to understand the feelings still coursing through his young body. Gradually as he came down he tried to focus on what had happened to him, but was unable to comprehend the massive orgasm that had just racked his little body. Dr Gallagher gently caressed the boy's silky smooth upper thighs with one hand and with the other took hold of the speculum. Instead of slowly turning the wheel to reduce the stretch on the boy's anus, he pulled on the implement and it slid out from within his body. Richard could feel the stainless steel implement as it was removed from his anus and another wave of pleasure spread through his groin. Dr Gallagher was rewarded with the view of the boy's hugely distended anus as it twitched involuntarily in a failed effort to close. He placed the speculum back on the trolley with a clang and gently rubbed around the distended ring of muscle. Occasionally he would slip a finger up inside the boy before once again gently rubbing around his anus. Slowly the contractions decreased and the muscles of his anus gradually won the battle to close up. It was some minutes later that the doctor stopped his caresses of the boys anus and reduced the pressure on his stretched legs. He moved the boy's restrained ankles to a more normal position before undoing the ankle straps. Richard lay still, unable to move. The pain and the pleasure having all merged into one; he basked in the afterglow of his massive orgasm. His breathing rate continued to improve as he relaxed but gave up trying to understand what had happened. The doctor left him for a few minutes and began to tidy away the implements he had used, placing them in the autoclave. The samples he had taken were placed in the fridge and he removed his white coat and hung it on a hook. `There, now. I think you enjoyed your first orgasm, didn't you?' Richard was still unable to speak and just nodded. `Here, I'll help you up.' The doctor reached over Richard and picked him up and placed him on his feet. Richard was very wobbly and grabbed on to the examination table to prevent himself from collapsing onto the floor. `Can you walk to the sick bay?' Dr Gallagher asked as he put an arm around the boy to steady him. `I.. I'm not sure.' He stuttered. `Shall I carry you?' The doctor reached down and lifted the naked boy into his arms and carried him from the room and down the corridor to the sick bay. Here a bed was already made up with a duvet and soft pillows and the boy was gently placed into the bed. Almost before the doctor had left the room, the boy was asleep. No doubt dreaming about the events of the past hours and his forthcoming stay at Aston House! To be continued ...