Date: Sun, 25 Feb 2024 17:00:09 +0000
From: Guy <proseguy3@proton.me>
Subject: Boys of Satyr Hospital: Chapter 1 (Revised)

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Waiting in the lobby of the office of Dr. Noah Firmwood, I casually
leafed through the documents that his department had sent to me. Having
just accepted a residency at the world famous Stryker Institute, a
medical facility dedicated to the diagnosis and treatment of patients
suffering from sexual behavioral disorders, I anxiously waited to meet
with the award winning physician who would be my supervisor.

Shuffling through the many forms that I had filled out after I was hired,
I double checked to make sure my name, Dr. Michael T. Goodman, had been
spelled correctly on all of them. Having just completed medical school, I
was excited about joining the staff of the hospital to embark on a new
journey as a physician. Just as I was closing the folder, I heard the
voice of the doctor's young female receptionist beckoning to me.

"Dr. Goodman, Dr. Firmwood will see you now." Said the attractive, young
woman, smiling pleasantly.

Grabbing my briefcase, I rose out of my chair to make my way down the
corridor to the physician's office. Noticing a mirror right outside, I
quickly looked myself over, making sure that my appearance was
satisfactory. At twenty-eight years old, I was a fit young man, with
short, black hair, and a runner's physique. Taking the time to examine my
appearance with my bright blue eyes, I straightened my tie as I ran my
hands down the front of my shirt and pants, being sure that I looked like
the consummate professional I set out to be.

Knocking on the doctor's office door, I promptly entered when I heard the
warm voice of the physician kindly invite me in. "Dr. Goodman, so
wonderful to see you again." He said, smiling. "Take a seat."

Offering my hand to shake, I politely exchanged pleasantries with the
tall, handsome, man. Letting my eyes scan the length of his person, I
remembered from my interview that he was in his early forties, a memory
that came back to me when I saw his graying strawberry-blond hair and
lean yet muscular physique. Sitting down in a chair in front of his desk,
I quickly settled in as we began to talk about the treatment center.

"As you know, the Stryker Institute is committed to the goal of providing
our patients with the best medical care possible. Now, knowing you are
aware of the kinds of treatment programs that our facility provides, I
must reiterate that your discretion concerning the particular area of the
hospital where you will be working is of the utmost importance while you
are here."

Paying attention to the doctor's, urgent statement, I did my best to let
him know that I completely understood the rules. "Yes sir. I am very
aware of the hospital's policies."

"Good." Said the doctor, smiling as he moved from behind his desk to
take a seat in front of me on his desktop. "Now, what is your
understanding of the thing we do here?"

Wanting to be thorough, I concentrated on explaining my knowledge of the
area of the hospital where I would be working. "Well, this part of the
facility is dedicated to the treatment of male patients, both minors and
adults, who suffer from an illness known as Satyrs syndrome."

"Which is?" Asked the doctor.

"Satyrs syndrome is a sex-linked trait disease, passed down from father
to son. It has been documented that service men from both Gulf war
conflicts who were exposed to a chemical agent known as GS 4, later begat
male offspring who developed intense, hypersexual tendencies and
behaviors. These symptoms tend to surface in boys typically between the
ages of eight and eleven. And though most patients outgrow the disease,
there are a percentage of patients whose symptoms follow them into
adulthood, requiring continued observation and temporary
hospitalization."

Firmwood nodded his head as he listened to me speak, following my
recitation with his own thoughts. "This is a highly controversial
disease. The society in which we live doesn't kindly accept the idea of
minor males being "sex-fiends" for lack of a better term. So it is of the
utmost importance that we try and help these boys. Now, is there any
other information about the disease that you wish to share with me?"

"Yes. I forgot to mention, as a means to control their symptoms, the boys
tend to actively seek out the sexual attention of adult men." Though I
found this particular fact a little disturbing, I also couldn't help but
feel vaguely turned on by the thought.

Looking up, I noticed the doctor smiling as he nodded his head. "You've
done your homework. So, what do you know of the treatment?"

"After many years of research and trials, the patients began being
treated with a medication known as Saranon, an anti-psychotic drug that
was designed to curb their sexual impulses." I said.

"And what were the results?" Asked the physician.

"Some patients showed signs that they were receptive to the treatment.
However, all of them eventually regressed to their previous states."

Standing up, the doctor moved back around behind his desk, taking a seat.
"What if I told you that we had found a treatment that was one-hundred
percent effective in not eliminating, but contributing to the temporary
dormancy of these boys symptoms?"

Surprised by what I was hearing, I humored Firmwood. "I'd say that's
amazing. What is it?"

"Semen." Was the doctor's concise response.

Flabbergasted, I shook my head. "Excuse me?"

"You heard me correctly. After many studies and countless drug trials, we
discovered that healthy, male semen was the best treatment to keep this
disease under control. If the boys received an average of three doses of
seminal fluid per week, their symptoms were reduced enough to allow them
to live healthy and somewhat normal lives."

Somewhat shocked by the information Dr. Firmwood was relaying to me, I
couldn't help but shift uncomfortably in my seat, partly due to feeling
excited by the doctor describing his treatment plan. "Dr. Firmwood, how
exactly is this treatment administered?"

"Depending on the sexual experience of the boy, we have discovered that
administering the semen via the rectum has delivered the best results."
Said the doctor. "However, if the boy is not used to being penetrated,
then oral administration is the alternative route."

"And is this treatment administered with a syringe of some sort?" I
asked, already sensing what the answer would be.

"The semen is injected directly from the penis, doctor. Usually by means
of sexual intercourse" Answered Firmwood.

Standing up from my chair, I suddenly felt dizzy. "Dr. Firmwood, though I
greatly respect your body of work and I have total faith in your
reputation as a physician...I have to say that this treatment sounds
rather...unseemly. I mean, how do the parents of these boys feel about
this?"

Rising up from his desk, Firmwood moved to where I was standing. "I
realize that this all sounds quite perverse. But doctor, we have found
that this works beyond a shadow of a doubt. And given what these people
have been through, they are desperate to find anything that will allow
their boys to live relatively normal lives."

Sitting back down, I played tug of war with myself in my head. Though I
admired Dr. Firmwood and wanted to be a part of his team, I worried that
what was required of my position at the clinic would be too provocative
for me to handle.

Grabbing a manila folder off his desk, Firmwood handed the file to me
before again leaning against his desk. "This is the case of a patient
whom was just admitted yesterday. I want you to look it over before we
head up to the ward."

Taking the folder from the physician, I opened the file, immediately
seeing a photo of a cute, young Latino boy stapled to the upper right
corner. As I scanned the document, I learned that the boy's name was
Manuel Garcia.

Continuing to peruse the case file, I learned that Manny had began to
show signs of Satyrs when he stripped down in his classroom at school to
masturbate in front of his class. As I proceeded to read about another
Satyr related incident expressed by the boy, I discovered that he had
wandered away from home. When his parents had called the authorities for
help in finding their son, the police eventually located the boy having
sex in the backseat of a car with a young man.

Glancing at the boys stats, I almost gasped when I discovered how young
he was.

****

A short while later, I was in the elevator with Dr. Firmwood, heading up
to the top floor of the facility. The entire fourth floor of the hospital
was known as the Satyr wing. This was the locked down ward of the
hospital separated by two large doors where boys with the disorder were
treated on one side while adult men who had never outgrown the disease
were treated on the other.

Glancing over at Firmwood, I tried to make sense of the Manny Garcia
case. "In all your years of treating patients with Satyrs, have you ever
handled a case with a boy this young?"

Firmwood shook his head. "It's unusual, for sure. However, we are
learning more and more about this disease with every boy we treat."

Watching the elevator doors slide open, Firmwood and I stepped out
directly into the nurse's station of the wing. Seeing six nurses on duty,
I immediately noticed that they were all male. After being introduced to
the nurses staff, I saw one of the men crouch down to tie his shoe.
Glancing downward, I couldn't help but notice the exposed crack of his
ass peeking out of his bottoms; he wasn't wearing any underwear. Taking a
second look around the room, I realized that I could visibly see the
outlines of all of the male nurses genitals through their scrubs.

Pulling Firmwood to the side of the nurses station, I asked my supervisor
about what I had just seen. "Why don't any of the nurses have clothes on
underneath their scrubs?"

Hearing the tone of my voice, Firmwood shot me a puzzled expression
before he replied. "These men are familiar with the treatment that the
boys need. They are aware of what goes on here and they have all
willingly agreed to provide not only their physical bodies as a means of
therapy, but their seminal fluids as well."

Listening to the doctor's explanation, I suddenly had a realization. "You
expect me to have sex with these boys too, don't you?!"

Seeing the nurses watching as I took a tone with him, Firmwood hurriedly
ducked into a nearby private office, aggressively motioning for me to
follow him.

Closing the door firmly, the doctor threw his case folder down on the
desk. "During the interview, you were informed about what you would be
participating in if you took this position. Why are you acting so shocked
by all this?!"

"Why? Because you're asking me to fuck little boys, that's why!" I
said, angrily.

Seeing the expression on Firmwood's face, I knew he was working hard to
keep his temper in check. "Your profile and credentials showed that you
were one of the most ideal candidates for this position. Mostly, because
of your intelligence and empathy. I'm not asking you to rape these boys,
for Christ's sake! I'm simply asking you to help give them what they
need! But, Dr. Goodman, if this placement is too much for you, then you
need to tell me now so that I can start looking for someone else!"

Irritated with the doctors tone, I snapped. "Look, I have a fiance! He's
someone I really care about and I don't want to be unfaithful to him.
Especially not with a child!"

Suddenly, Firmwood looked at me with a knowing expression. "Are you
afraid you're going to enjoy having intimate relations with these
boys?"

Wanting to be offended by the doctor's question, I realized that I was
turning red, not because I was angry, but because I was embarrassed that
he had figured me out. Unable to look Firmwood in the eye, I cast my gaze
down at the floor.

"Michael," said the doctor, "it's alright. Most, if not all of us who
work here, enjoy treating these patients. In fact, it's actually better
for them if you do. Believe me, it's nothing to be ashamed of. Even if
this is an orientation you struggle with, you have to remember that you
are giving these boys what they need."

Hearing the physician's calming words, I felt myself begin to relax.
"Thank you for clarifying that for me. I apologize for my outburst. This
is all so new to me."

Firmwood smiled. "Tell you what, observe for awhile. See if the ward is a
place where you think you could feel comfortable. If you ultimately
decide that you can't take on this residency, then I will personally
write you a letter of recommendation and make sure that you find a
program that would be a better fit."

Taking a moment to collect myself, I made a decision. "Okay. I'll give it
a shot." Seeing the doctor smile, I reached out to shake his hand.

****

A few minutes later, I found myself strolling the hallways of the ward
beside Dr. Firmwood. At first glance, the area looked like any other
medical wing that treated patients, filled with about twenty-five
adolescent and pre-adolescent boys, moving about the wing in their
hospital gowns. As Firmwood continued to show me around the ward, for a
few moments, nothing appeared to be unusual. That was until I met a
patient named, Todd.

Todd was a thin, twelve year old, brown haired, blue eyed boy who
happened to stop the both of us while we were doing our rounds. "Hey doc,
who's the new guy?!" Asked the boy with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Todd, this is Dr. Goodman. He's considering joining us here at the
hospital." Said Firmwood.

With a big smile on his face, I watched as the young adolescent slowly
undressed me with his eyes. "Really? He's pretty hot." Said the boy,
lasciviously.

Blushing, I looked at Firmwood for assistance. "Todd, why don't you go
see if Nurse Mann needs some help teaching his class in the arts and
crafts room." Said the doctor, patiently.

Rolling his eyes, Todd turned to make his way towards the other end of
the ward. Just as the doctor and I were turning to walk in the opposite
direction, I heard the boy cry out. "Hey! Dr. Goodman!"

Spinning around, I was completely caught off guard by what the boy did
next. Having removed his gown, he was standing in the middle of the
hallway, stark naked, wagging his hard dick at me. "Welcome to horny boy
hospital!" He said before turning around to bend over, spreading his
tight butt cheeks with both hands to give me an eyeful of his small
sphincter muscle.

Unable to avert my eyes from the gratuitous display of shocking behavior,
I watched as Todd picked his gown up off the floor, giggling obnoxiously
as he ran down the hall, not bothering to put the gown back on.

Turning my attention back to Firmwood, I let out a nervous giggle as he
raised his eyebrows. "That boy's a spry one, if you couldn't tell."
He said, patting me on the back.

Continuing to walk down the hallway, I couldn't resist asking a question.
"Besides their flimsy hospital gowns, why don't any of the boys have
clothes on?"

Firmwood chuckled. "Ever try to keep a hat on a dog? As you know,
patients with Satyrs have instantaneous, uncontrollable impulses that
drive them to seek sexual gratification quickly. Being in a state of
complete nudity is the first thing that pops into their heads, so there's
really no point in making the boys wear clothes."

Trying to ignore the fact that I had been turned on by what I had just
seen, we continued to make our way further into the ward when out of the
corner of my eye, I suddenly noticed movement in one of the rooms we
passed. "Did you see that?" I asked, stopping Firmwood.

Turning around, the doctor peered into the small rectangular window on
the door of the storage room. Seeing someone moving inside, he reached
out to turn the door knob. Finding that it was locked, he promptly fished
out his keys to open the door before flipping on the light switch.

Scanning the room with our eyes, Firmwood and I immediately spotted two
naked boys, one in his early teens, the other not more than ten, fucking
aggressively next to a ping-pong table. Not caring about being
interrupted, the older boy continued to hold onto his younger partner's
hips as he plowed his hard cock balls deep into the boy's plump, bare
ass. Bent over, the younger kid's mouth hung open as he gleefully took
the teen boy's rigid girth up his butt.

"Alright boys, that's enough!" Said Firmwood, sternly. "What are the
rules about having sex on this ward, huh?"

Hearing the serious tone in Firmwood's voice, the older boy pulled out
of his young partner's hole before taking a moment to catch his breath.
"We're supposed...to go to our bedroom or a designated play room."

"Exactly. And what room is this?" Asked the doctor.

"The storage room." Said the pair, simultaneously. "But, we wanted some
privacy." Said the older boy. "I'd take Henry to my room, but my
roommate's masturbating in there."

"Then use the curtain around your bed." Was Firmwood's answer.

Moving toward the boys, Firmwood motioned for the duo to pick their gowns
up of the ground. As they were doing so, he introduced the pair to me.
"Dr. Goodman, this is Alan and Henry."

Alan was a tall, fourteen year old with a thin, athletic build. With a
full head of red hair and green eyes, he was a handsome boy with an
exceptionally, long dick. This attribute made many of the other boys on
the ward seek him out for sex whenever their impulses flared up.

Henry was a slightly overweight, nine year old boy with dark brown hair
and brown eyes. Possessing a husky physique, he was a cute, little kid
with a pair of perfectly round bottom cheeks that many of the staff
enjoyed burying their cocks in.

As the boys started to put their gowns on, Firmwood stopped the youngest
one. "Wait, wait, Henry? Let me see."

Knowing what the doctor wanted, the young boy put his hands on the
ping-pong table, bending over to let Firmwood examine his rectum.
Spreading his cheeks with both hands, the doctor carefully examined the
child's hole, looking for any tearing that might have occurred due to
Alan's wild fucking. As the boy bent over, he suddenly let a large amount
of air escape from his tight butthole. Though this caused me to wince,
Firmwood seemed completely unaffected.

"Hey! Give a guy a little warning next time, would ya?" Said Firmwood,
jokingly, as he playfully spanked Henry's bare bottom, making the boy
giggle.

"And you, young man," said the doctor, pointing at Alan, "be careful.
He's younger than you are. I realize you boys need to relieve yourselves,
but I don't want you hurting each other either, understood?"

Nodding his head, Alan responded to the doctor in a manner that surprised
me. "Don't worry, dad. I'd never hurt Henry. Right bud?"

After giving the older boy a thumbs up, Henry moved towards the door
frame to wait for his friend. After rolling his eyes when Firmwood leaned
forward to kiss his cheek, Alan turned to make his way toward his young
friend, placing his arm around the boy's shoulders as he guided him out
of the room. Watching the pair head out into the hallway, I couldn't
help but stare at their smooth, bare butt cracks peeking out through the
opening of the back of their gowns.

Suddenly, I remembered how Alan had addressed the doctor. "Dad?! Dr.
Firmwood, is Alan your son?"

Firmwood nodded his head in response to my question. "My ex-wife and I
had Alan about a year after I retired from the Army. When he was ten, his
mother let me have full custody of him. Guess she got tired of him
crawling into her bed naked to hump his step-father." Said the
physician.

Hearing the doctor tell me about his son's diagnosis, I discovered a
newfound sympathy for him. "Dr. Firmwood, I'm sorry."

Firmwood waved his hand, dismissing my apology. "It's alright. Alan's
a good boy and I get to see him as much as I want. He's the best thing
that ever happened to me."

I smiled warmly at the physician before asking another question. "So, you
allow the boys to engage in sexual intercourse. Why? Are the older ones
able to treat the younger ones with their semen?"

Firmwood put his hands in his pockets. "Unfortunately, no. Because the
disease is dominant within them and not recessive, their semen is
worthless to each other. I allow them to have sex because intimate
physical contact helps calm their flare ups. It's a soothing mechanism
that makes the behavioral swings more tolerable."

Just then, one of the nurses came barreling through the door. "Dr.
Firmwood! It's Manny Garcia! He's going into stage 4 hyper-flare up!"

Following the nurse out of the room, I ran beside the doctor, trying to
figure out what was going on. "Dr, Firmwood, I'm not familiar with stage
4 hyper-flare up!"

As the three of us continued to run to the boy's room, the doctor
responded bluntly. "Stage 4 hyper-flare up means the body is overheating
due to the hormonal fluctuations caused by the disease! Manny's heart is
beating irregularly and his blood pressure is spiking!"

"That means he-" I said, before being interrupted.

"It means he could go into cardiac arrest!" Said the doctor, impatiently.

Arriving at the boy's room, nothing could've prepared me for the scene
that was unfolding. Casting my eyes on the bed, I saw little Manny,
naked, sweating profusely as he writhed and moaned, relentlessly playing
with his little, hard cock.

Shocked by the young boy's voracious, sexual behavior, I stood back,
letting Dr. Firmwood take command by approaching his patient's bedside.
"I need some lisinopril stat!" He shouted. "Manny. Hey buddy, it's your
friend, Noah." Said the doctor, placing his large, masculine hands on the
supple, bronze skin of the boy's body.

Seeing the doctor standing over him, Manny, became wildly excited. "Hi
Dr. Noah!" He replied, excitedly. With the doctor in his sights, Manny
went mad with lust, crawling up the man's torso to thrust his small
pelvis against him before dropping back down to paw at his crotch through
his trousers in an effort to free his dick.

Wanting space, Noah ordered all but one of the nurses out of the room.
Sending us next door to an observation suite, the staff continued to
watch the doctor treat his patient through a large pane of glass. Once in
the room, I concentrated on the doctor, watching closely as he began to
attend to the nude little boy.

Peering through the window, I proceeded to stare at the events unfolding
in front of me as I listened to Firmwood's voice through the intercom
system. Focusing on the doctor, I heard Firmwood order the nurse to
administer sexual treatment to Manny as he quickly began to undress.

Seeing the Latino nurse named Mario untie his scrubs, I watched in
amazement as the young man let his bottoms drop to the floor before
offering his penis to the little boy. Seeing the hard, brown dick in
front of his small face, Manny went straight for it, stuffing as much of
the member as he could into his mouth.

"Si, papito. That's it. Take as much as you can." Said the nurse. As
Manny suckled on the gorgeous man's dick like a baby lamb to his mother's
teat, Mario used a plastic syringe to spray the blood pressure medication
into the corner of his mouth.

Seeing my supervisor totally naked for the first time, I watched in awe
as Firmwood climbed on the bed with the boy. Dislodging himself from
Manny's mouth, Mario pulled up his pants before turning away to type
something into his laptop in the corner of the room.

Seeing Firmwood and Manny naked together on the bed, I felt my burgeoning
hard on pressing up against my underwear as I looked at the lean, fit
physique of the doctor. Noticing the tumescent length of the physician's
member drooling precum on the little boy's nude body, I reached down to
squeeze my dick as I anticipated what sexual delights the man had in
store for the child.

Noticing the boy's wrinkled brow, Firmwood asked his patient a question.
"Manny, buddy. Where does it hurt?" Asked Firmwood.

Lifting up his legs, the boy flashed his anus at the doctor. When boys
experienced Satyr flare ups, they would feel a dull ache in their
genitals and rectal cavity. That was until they found a grown man to help
them relieve the pressure.

Without hesitation, the doctor repositioned his face in front of Manny's
bare butt. Bending over on his knees, he held the boy's legs over his
head as he bent forward, burying his face in between his supple, young
ass cheeks. Watching the doctor treat his patient with his own bare ass
in the air, I paid attention as he sucked and lapped on the little boy's
asshole, making it glisten and pucker with every flick of his tongue.

Overwhelmed by the sight of Firmwood having sex with his young patient, I
reached down, using my hand to grope my stiff cock through my pants.
Continuing to stare into the hospital room with an intense focus, I
suddenly found myself hoping that the doctor would take the child's
little, hard dick in his mouth.

Almost as though he heard my thoughts, I watched as Firmwood moved off to
the side of the bed, taking Manny's little uncut pecker into his mouth.
As the doctor sucked on his small member and tiny balls with abandon, I
couldn't help but notice the boy's chest heaving up and down as he got
closer to achieving a dry orgasm.

Shifting my focus back to the doctor, I watched as he liberally stroked
his erection at the same time he worked to calm the boy's hypersexual
fit. Knowing what was coming next, I continued tugging on my dick when I
suddenly felt someone else move my hand away before unzipping my fly to
free my cock from my underwear.

Glancing to my right, I saw the face of a handsome, young, Asian nurse as
he aggressively stroked my dick before leaning forward to speak into my
ear. "Just keep watching," he whispered, breathlessly, "I'll take
care of this."

Doing what I was told, I turned my attention back to Manny's room.
Suddenly, Firmwood moved up towards the boy's head as he continued to
rapidly stroke his rigid dick. "Manny! Open your mouth, buddy!"

Still writhing on the bed, the naked, little boy did what he was told.
Seconds later, as the physician dangled his erection over the boy's lips,
I watched the doctor shoot ropes of wet cum down Manny's throat, using
his big tool to nourish the boy with his own jizz.

"That's it, baby. Swallow it all." Said the doctor, panting lustfully.

Lost in a total state of ecstasy as the nurse continued to jerk me off, I
watched as little Manny held Firmwood's wet cock in his small hand, using
his lips to slurp up every last drop of the doctor's soaking wet spunk.
Seeing the hungry young boy lick every last drop of semen from the
doctor's penis, with the nurse's help, I panted quietly as I ejaculated
onto the floor.

Trying to pay attention to Manny as I climaxed, I noticed an almost
instantaneous change in his demeanor. Suddenly, the nude, little boy on
the bed who had been acting like a bitch in heat just moments before was
suddenly calm, smiling gleefully up at the doctor.

Seeing his behavior instantly change, Firmwood smiled back at the boy
just before he bent down to kiss him on the mouth. "There," he said, "all
better." Climbing off the bed, Firmwood began to get dressed as he
directed Mario to remember to check the boy's vitals and to be sure to
lay with him for awhile.

Seeing the Latino nurse begin to disrobe, my attention was suddenly
pulled out of the room by the young, Asian nurse when he let go of my
dick. "I know it can be off putting at first, but the doctor's doing good
work here. We all are." He said with a gentle smile, patting me on the
back.

Hearing the nurse's words, I nodded my head, grateful to him for his
attention. Subtly, I zipped up my fly after readjusting my penis in my
shorts. Using my lab coat to hide the wet spot on my pants, I left the
observation room to wait for my supervisor out in the hallway.

****

A few minutes later, Firmwood emerged from Manny's room holding his lab
coat. Taking a moment to slip the garment back on, he focused his eyes on
mine, peering at me with a look of anticipation. "So?" He said. "What
do you think?"

Rubbing the back of my neck, I couldn't help but smile. "Alright. I'm
in."

Grinning broadly, Firmwood patted me on the back as he directed me back
to his office to go over his trajectory for treating our boys.

****

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