Date: Thu, 01 Feb 2024 18:48:08 +0000 From: hugdan0 Subject: The big organ donor - gay - adulth youth - chapter 13 You must be 18 to read this story, and be aware that this is a work of fiction. I do not endorse the practices in this story, nor know for sure if scientific or medical facts told here are true or viable. Feel free to send an email telling me if you liked it, I'd be glad to know. Is good to support all creators and the spaces created for them to share their work, consider donating to nifty if you have enjoyed numerous hours of kinky fun. CHAPTER 13 - Tell him you can take it. There were things I knew were going to happen sooner rather than later, going home, going back to work, facing the big changes in my life, but what I was sure wasn't going to happen any time soon, was getting Danny back home. I had made him mine, in the most primitive and perverted way there could be. I had never had that feeling ever with any girl, with them it was different, it was just my own pleasure, the pride it gave me having taken someone's virginity, deflowering them, leaving my mark on them, but with Danny it was different. With Danny, to have broken inside him made us have a bigger connection, I had had the permission to defile him and that right made me feel a responsibility, I couldn't throw him away, I couldn't just get up in the middle of the night and leave the place like I had done many times before, just thinking about it made me feel a hole in my chest, desolation, just thinking about leaving the boy asleep and never seeing him again made me feel angry, it made me feel like shit. So I trapped him in my arms, the boy was sound asleep, his body warm against mine, my strong arms imprisoning his slim figure. I brought my nose to his hair and inhaled his scent. The boy adjusted to my body between dreams, my cock settling perfectly between his buttcheeks, I felt my dick twitch, I took a deep breath. It must have been early, shortly before my alarm clock went off, I made no attempt to go back to sleep, but I didn't want to wake Danny up either, the only one ready to start the day was my cock. It was growing until I felt the barrier of Danny's thighs, I tried to move back a little but the boy reacted asleep, he moaned and then he grabbed my forearms so I didn't leave his side, he wiggled his buttocks to adapt my cock between his butt cheeks, I clenched my lips between my teeth preventing making any sound. Then Danny reached for my hard cock and squeezed it with his hand, his breathing was calm, it was as if he was still asleep, was Danny a sleepwalker? That could be dangerous. But I was jumping to absurd conclusions, Danny began to stroke my cock and slowly brought the tip between his crack until it reached his pucker. "Hey..." I whispered. "...I want it Lane..." the boy said in a raspy but boyish voice having just awakened. "You need to be careful. You're not ready." "I think I am..." "You're dreaming Danny." "...No..." he moaned, "If I was dreaming, you'd already be inside me..." "You're a horny little thing, you know that?" he didn't answer but I felt his head nod on the pillow. My tip kissed the rim, letting out drops of precum that minimally lubricated his entrance. "Let me grab some lube" but Danny again firmly gripped my forearms to keep me from moving. Maybe for Danny it was an eternity waiting for me to go to the bathroom for the bottle of lube "Danny, I don't want to hurt you." "You won't. I'm still ready from last night...and I still have your cum inside me" then I applied pressure and his sphincter gave way easily. His young muscles tensed, the boy wanted to endure an obvious pain by biting the pillow. I stopped, but I didn't pull out, I didn't intend to hurt Danny, but sometimes boys have to learn their lesson the hard way, don't you think? We were alone, no audience, no spies, in the comfort of my bed, our bed... On Saturday, after our first time, it was evident that something changed between us. Danny was more vulnerable, like a wounded puppy in need of care. And I was that bystander who, not caring that this puppy belonged to someone else, I felt entitled to grab him and claim him for my own. We did it a second time that night, Ethan and Mason watching us make love, while Danny and I looked at each other's faces. The next morning, Danny was feeling a little sore, Ethan gave us some aloe cream, which helped. The boy wanted to wear the plugs again. I told him it wasn't necessary, we could try another day, after he recovered, but he insisted. Stubborn little horndog. By noon we were on our way back to my mom's house. Before leaving, the boys hugged and didn't want to let go, Ethan and I said goodbye, talking about how much fun we had had and Ethan reminded me that I shouldn't feel guilty about anything. I had finally accepted it. We shook hands and I reminded Danny that he needed to put some clothes on before we left. Mom wasn't happy when I told her I had to go back to my apartment. She complained that I had taken those two days away from her by going with Ethan and Mason, but she didn't complain anymore when she heard Danny tell her what a good time he had there - without revealing any details. My excuse was that I had to go to the office and see that things got done, I couldn't trust everything to my assistant - the truth was that I could do everything from home and Tom was more than my right hand, he was the whole damn arm and shoulder. But I wanted to have Danny all to myself again. Sunday night we did it again, used a little more lube and preparation with my fingers. We didn't want to takeMason's plugs, even though the boy was very insistent. As we fucked again, Danny complained a bit and moaned some more but we were able to get the lusty job done anyway. We got back to our routine of exercise and work, I caught up with Tom and my friend and business partner Greg while Danny went back with John, to Development to continue helping out. Danny and I met again for lunch, I noticed he seemed uncomfortable, grumbling as he sat down. "Something wrong?" "Nothing" the boy said without giving it any more thought. "You look uncomfortable" the boy shrugged. I sighed, "It hurts..." I assured him, "Maybe we should stop." "No!" he interrupted, "I'm fine...just...a little sore." "Maybe we should let it rest, you know, your hole..." I said with genuine concern, but equally disappointed deep down. "I'm fine" Danny said, "Mason told me I should keep doing it, to get used to it, maybe quitting might get things worse" I looked at him closely and couldn't help but let out a laugh. Danny just giggled with complicity. Maybe because of Danny's optimism - and horniness - I didn't give importance to the situation. We went back to the apartment later after work and as we were making a habit, we undressed. My mom called, I answered thinking that if I didn't she would be crashing my apartment any minute. I tried to ask her how she was but she just wanted to talk to Danny. The boy told her what he had done for the day, minus the issue of his sore hole and my mom didn't miss the opportunity to tell him that if at any time he got bored he could come over to her place. "I'm fine, Grandma, I'm having a great time with Dad." We fucked Monday afternoon, and once again before bed, it was evident the struggle, my size in the tight channel that was Danny's ass, but nothing seemed to stop the boy, the new found pleasure was his novelty, like that new toy you don't let go of until...it breaks...but that wouldn't be the case. Believing that those two fucks had been helpful in loosening his hole, the next morning we did it again. After waking up and hugging Danny and him guiding my cock to his entrance and me pushing in making him scream. I didn't ask him if he was ok, I just stopped for a moment and looked at him in the shadows. I felt his body tense, but he had been warned, two loads of cum inside his hole don't compare to a generous amount of lube he said wasn't necessary. His ass had had at least 6 hours to tighten and my load was deposited deep inside him. When he finally relaxed his hand that was stopping my hip I knew all was well. I fucked him sideways, thrusting rhythmically, gently going in and out until he relaxed and I could slide my thick piece of meat with no problem. The boy moaned, and I groaned thrusting repeatedly, my arm stretched under Danny's head, my other hand firmly holding the toned young body. One of Danny's hands gripping my butt cheek, feeling my muscles tighten with each thrust, I reached up to give little kisses to his shoulder, the boy turned seeking my mouth. I wanted to get on top of him, I braced myself with my hands and with my knee I pushed one of his legs for him to flex it, Danny was still on his side looking at me as the first rays of sunlight slipped through the slits in the curtain. Maybe it was his moans, his willingness, the fact that my cock was going in and out of his ass more easily and yet it still felt tight. The fact that I had accepted being a boy lover. I don't know. Something just took over me. I fucked Danny harder, without being aggressive. Faster, but setting a pace. It wasn't too much for Danny, I thought, I had been rougher with other girls, the boy could take it. So it was... Sort of. Danny didn't ask me to stop, but his expression told me he was having a hard time, his young hand was clinging to my waist, then he moved up and squeezed my chest, slid to my neck, I grunted, Danny tried to squeeze my neck, maybe out of reflex, maybe out of desperation, but I didn't perceive it as aggression, Danny wanted me to continue, and so I did until I unloaded inside him once more. Maybe because it was early in the morning, I didn't collapse, I felt energetic, I lay down next to him, without taking my cock out, I hugged him and let him masturbate while my cock slipped out by itself. We lay in bed for a while longer before going to work out. I noticed Danny moving around oddly, he wasn't acting like he should, I thought maybe the fucking had left his legs shaky. I went over to him to ask him if he was ok, he just nodded. Then we went to shower, Danny paid a little more attention to his rear end, I thought maybe he wanted to get a good clean and let out the three loads he had inside. Then we had breakfast on the way to the office and once there we went our separate ways. Tuesday was a busy day, calls, emails, documents, a long talk with Greg about a new investor. I was leaving the office heading to the legal department when I bumped into Danny. I just ruffled his hair and walked past him, apparently the boy wanted to tell me something. "I'm busy right now Danny, let's talk over lunch." "Lane..." there was concern in his gaze. In my line of work I had learned that some things that seemed urgent could often wait. "Wait! I need to..." "Go to Tom" I said, "Whatever, he can help you" I was a considerable distance away from Danny when the boy, in desperation, yelled, "No Lane...he can't!" I stopped dead in my tracks, as did my heart, if it was something he couldn't tell someone else, it was because it was a matter only I could attend to. I stepped toward Danny looking around, paranoid that someone overheard, but Danny hadn't said anything wrong. "What's wrong?" I asked him in a whisper. The boy lowered his bright green eyes to the floor and said, "It hurts..." his head, neck and arms shrinked as if he was admitting something shameful. I took his chin and made him look at me. "You mean... back there..." he nodded. Oh my God, I hurt him! A terrible guilt and worry came over me, what had I done to him? Worse yet, how am I going to solve it? I tried to calm down, grabbed him by the shoulders and thought out loud, "Ok. Let's see... Yes, let's see!" I took Danny to Greg's office, my friend should already be in the meeting I was heading to, I walked into his empty office and took Danny to the restroom. I thought then why hadn't I chosen the office with the private bathroom instead of the office with the best view. I told Danny to pull down his pants and bend over, resting his forearms on the countertop. He did so, I knelt behind him and admired his two round butt cheeks, I swallowed hard and slid my hands down the two globes of flesh - No time for that, I told myself - I spread his cheeks apart with my thumbs and breathed a sigh of relief. Like one of those times you hit your head and then look at your hand expecting not to see blood. "Everything looks fine" I told him, his pucker was intact, maybe a little reddened only. "But it hurts Lane." "You mean...inside?" the boy nodded. Worry returned to me, imploring that he didn't have some internal wound, But what was I to do in case I found an internal tear? I'm not a doctor. Oh hell! A doctor. "Are you in a lot of pain? Couldn't it just be... soreness?" Then Danny snorted in frustration, "I don't know Lane! It just hurts! Please! Do something!..." then he tried to say something else, but fell silent. I straightened up dumbfounded, was he going to say I caused that? That it was my fault? "Hey!" I raised my voice, "Give me some time. I'm trying to figure this out..." "...I'm sorry," Danny said. I sighed and stood up. "Turn around" I said, in a calm tone. "Look at me..." The boy turned around, I put my hands on his shoulders and he turned to look at me. "I'm going to fix this, what exactly do you feel?" Danny explained to me with his words, as he could, the pain and the uncomfortable feeling he had, the pain of a hard punch, that one that stays with you for hours and leaves your skin sensitive. That burning feeling that a burn leaves you with. "I feel it when I stand, when I walk, but it's worse when I sit..." I nodded to everything he said, not because I understood, but because I wanted to remember everything to look for a solution, a solution that generated fear in me. The first thing that came to my mind was to send Danny to the apartment. I couldn't take him myself, I had a very important meeting, so I asked Tom to take him. I told Danny to take off his clothes when he arrived - as if he needed instructions to do so - to lie down with his belly down and try to put on more aloe cream. My head wasn't much around during the meeting, lucky for me, there was Greg. I was biting my index fingernail, a bad habit I rarely did, only when I was under a lot of stress. The last time I had done it was after my surgery, when I was told I should wait to see if my body would not reject the new organ. Greg, who was next to me, put his hand on my knee to stop me from moving, I looked at him and he raised his eyebrows, he asked me if everything was ok, I waved my hand and nodded - lying. When I returned to my office Tom was already at his desk, I stopped, thinking about asking him about Danny, but Tom had no idea why he had taken him to the apartment. Maybe they made small talk and Danny told him he felt bad, I don't think he revealed the reason. I left my anxiety about whether or not Tom knew about Danny's pain and went into my office to worry about what to do. There was no other solution, I would have to take him to the hospital, but what would I say? Opt for the most implausible lie of all? He fell in the shower. What a fool. Maybe we could tell the truth, and Danny could say he had sex... with a boy his age, the aforementioned would not have to be present. But there was also the issue that I'm not Danny's father, and the kid is a minor, they would demand the presence of a legal guardian. I was screwed. It crossed my mind to take him and have Danny arrive at the ER alone...I dismissed the idea myself, I couldn't be that much of a son of a bitch to cause the kid an injury and then leave him alone. I sat on my desk, leaned my elbows on my knees and covered my face with my hands. Why did that had to happen to me, why not to someone else...? Someone else! I stood up and took my cell phone out of my pocket, walked around my office looking for the number, stopped at the big glass wall, looked at the tiny people passing by on the street, worried about their petty problems, it couldn't be the first time it happened, it must have already happened to someone else. Then I heard the voice on my cell phone. "Yes?" "Ethan! I need your help!" I told Ethan everything, and he listened without interrupting me, "Fortunately Mason has never been hurt beyond ordinary soreness. Are you sure isn't it just that? You say he wasn't bleeding, but you didn't make sure by sticking a finger inside..." "No, I didn't mean to hurt him any more." "You have to take him to the doctor. You have to make sure there's no internal injury" it didn't do me any good to have called him, I already knew that, I pinched the bridge of my nose and mumbled "fuck..." "Yeah Lane..." said Ethan, "You're fucked..." and he laughed. What?! How could he say that to me, okay, I already knew that, but he didn't have to throw it in my face and laugh. "What the hell, Ethan, are you happy about this? This could happen to you, I can't believe it, what if it's something worse, what if..." then it occurred to me, or maybe it was my obfuscating mind, "Ethan... Is this an STD? We were just with you for the weekend..." "What the hell Lane!" Ethan yelled on the other end of the line, "How can you imply that about us! Ok... Ok! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I laughed, but there is a solution, that's why I was letting you suffer a little." "Asshole." "I know. I'm an asshole. I remind you of what I told you over the weekend, you're lucky to have Mason and me. We helped you, we mentored you. Something I didn't have, I learned the hard way Lane." "So?" I asked, annoyed, but there was a glimmer of hope. "I'm going to make you an appointment with a doctor" and before I could say anything, Ethan said, "It's safe...Lane, he's a doctor who understands the problems facing parents like us...you understand?" "You mean?" "Uhum...I'm going to send you the information. Dr. Moore is very discreet, you can trust him. Don't lie, that annoys him... If there's a problem, he's going to find it and give you the solution. Just a word of advice Lane. Don't question his methods... don't protest... let him handle Danny..." I was silent, now I didn't know what worried me the most, not knowing what to do for Danny or the man I had to trust without complaining. "Lane...he's going to be fine. I'm sure it's nothing but soreness...who wouldn't be with that monster of yours?" I sighed, and chuckled for the first time. I was driving to my apartment, and picked up our lunch - noodles and chicken soup. I ordered it without seasoning or spice, if Danny had any problems inside him, it would be best something simple to digest. On my way I got Ethan's message confirming an appointment that same day with Dr. Lester Moore. Danny was in bed watching TV, I asked him how he was feeling, he said he was still in pain. We ate in bed, me sitting with my back against the headboard, and Danny on his belly. I couldn't help but look at his ass, I regretted what I had done to him - but if you ask me, I wanted so badly for him to recover so we could fuck again. I was following the GPS directions, my heart pounding, nervous about the destination unknown to me. I hadn't thought about something, he was a doctor who treated cases requiring discretion, had Ethan sent me to some dingy room in an alley where no one would know what was going to happen? I imagined Dr. Moore, a large, obese man, dirty covered in sweat, groping Danny. Danny was calmed, he had put on sweats and a T-shirt, I was drumming the steering wheel with my fingers. "Why are you nervous?" asked Danny. "Me? Nervous? No" The boy snorted, "You look nervous." "And you're not?" he shrugged, "Not at all? Why?" "I don't know. Because we're going to the doctor." the boy looked at me and rolled his eyes, "I'm not scared of needles Lane. And I don't think the doctor is going to give me a shot" that boy was so innocent, I wished I was as calm as him. Then he reached for my hand with his, "Don't worry" he said, "I won't say anything that will get us caught..." I stopped at a red light, looked at the boy, squeezed his hand with mine, "Don't worry about it. I just want you to be okay." Contrary to what I thought, we arrived at a small clinic on a moderately busy street, I parked and walked alongside Danny. There was no trash lying around, or people sleeping on the sidewalk. I saw the sign and an intercom, I pressed the button that said "Lester Moore MD". There was no answer, but there was the sound of the door unlocking. We entered a small lobby and there was a young woman sitting at a desk. I asked for Dr. Moore and she directed me where I should walk. We walked down a wide hallway with doors to different offices until we reached the one with the doctor's name on the door. I hesitated for a second if I should knock first, but decided to open the door. Inside was a waiting room that looked more like a regular living room. Couches, coffee table, a television with a video game console and a minibar. "Great!" expressed Danny going straight to grab a controller, "Hey Lane, look, there are sodas and chocolates in the mini fridge. I'm going to grab one." "No Danny. We're about to go in" and before he could pout his lips, a door opened, two grown men walked out, one was wearing khakis and a polo shirt, the other jeans and a button down, they looked like something out of an old JcPenney catalog, behind them, they were followed by two kids, they would be maybe 7 years old. "Thank you Dr. Moore" they said at the same time. Twins. "It was good to see you boys, and remember, listen to your dads, and drink their milk" - their? - "It will help you grow and be strong." "Yes Doctor Moore" they replied in unison. I turned to look at the two parents and they greeted me nodding. I couldn't help but wonder if those boys were there for a similar situation as Danny. I hoped not, they were too young. The group of four headed for the exit door. I couldn't help but overhear the boys, "Luke, I call dibs on daddy's milk, it tastes better than dad's, I think because he's vegan." "It's not fair Liam, we have to share!." "But you don't mind drinking dad's!" I shook my head avoiding hearing more, I returned my gaze to the other door that had been left half open. I approached and I could see inside the office, I saw the doctor's back, he seemed to be cleaning something, some instrument he had used, then I interrupted him "Doctor?" the man answered with a deep voice that he was going to be with me in a moment. I could see how he threw a wipe in the trash can and then he put whatever he was cleaning in his pants, then he zipped it up. An alarm went off in my head and I wanted to run away, but I remembered what Ethan had told me, I was not to object, or question his methods, he would fix whatever was wrong with Danny. Finally he let us in, the office was like many others, the same furniture, light colors, everything very neat. On the other hand, unlike what I expected, Dr. Moore was a mature and good looking man, his hair was short and gray, and his beard neatly trimmed to a pepper salt color. He was an imposing man in his late 50's but in perfect shape. "Good evening" he said to us in his gravelly voice, I was mesmerized by his deep blue eyes. "Sorry!" I shook my head and shook his hand, until then I realized I was holding the hand he had wiped himself with just before stepping in, "Good evening, Lane Pierce" I introduced myself. "I know" he interrupted me, then turned to look at the boy and said, "You must be Danny" the man shook hands with the nodding boy. "May I remind you, Mr. Pierce, you are here on someone's referral, otherwise I would not have agreed to meet you" There was a brief silence in which the doctor smiled, then continued, "Okay, let's get down to business. Come over on this side Danny, I'm going to take a look at you" the man directed him to the side where an examination table was located, "Take off your clothes." Danny didn't even turn to look at me for approval, the highest authority at that moment was Doctor Moore, the boy pulled down his sweats, then the doctor told him to take everything off, Danny took off his shirt as well. The doctor walked around Danny like a sculptor surrounds a block of new marble, as if he was analyzing every corner and trying to imagine its full potential. "The matter we came for, doctor" I wanted to focus attention on Danny's pain. The man turned to look at me with a frown, I felt his blue eyes boring my soul for interrupting him. "I know why you are here," I hushed. Then the man reached out to touch Danny, his fingers ran as if they wanted to run the entire perimeter of his figure, from his hand to his shoulder, then from one shoulder to the other, ran up and down his spine. Then he began to pinch him, I noticed Danny's discomfort, but remembered not to question the methods. "Excellent..." said the doctor, "Nice muscle tone. Very little baby fat. How old are you?" "Fourteen." "I see. Do you play any sports?" "Uhm... no... but I'll start swimming" he said. "That's pretty good. You have a slim build, you have almost no hair..." Then the man took Danny by the wrist and made him lift his arm and then with his other hand pulled some of the sparse blond hair from his armpits, "This will have to go... and shave off what's growing elsewhere. You know that, don't you?" "Yes." "Also..." the man stood in front of Danny and grabbed his whole package with his hand, Danny gasped in surprise, "Avoid tight bathing suits, you need to give this some room. Understood?" "Yes... Yes doctor" Then Dr. Moore started handling Danny's parts like a stress ball. He then focused only on the penis making an approving sound, then played with his balls like they were marbles. "I think you're in perfect shape Danny..." the man leaned over to look at the boy and asked, "Anything else I need to check Danny?" his tone was playful, he had said he knew why we were there, his question was aimed at Danny saying so. "Uhm..." the boy looked at me doubtfully, I looked at him confidently and nodded. "Any pain you want me to check for?" then I understood that what the doctor wanted was not for Danny to admit why he was there, but to give him permission to check it out. Danny nodded. "My butt hurts." "You mean the cheeks? The rim, or inside?" "Inside..." he said, shyly "Okay. Let's see." The doctor put his hand on Danny's lower back and guided him to the examination table. Just in front was a step, Danny climbed up and Dr. Moore asked him to bend over, his chest was on the table and his legs were fully stretched out. The doctor stood behind him examining the boy's rear end in detail. "Would there be any reason why you're feeling that pain?" He paused waiting for the answer as he opened a drawer and pulled out some gloves and put them on, I hadn't realized how big his hands were. Danny had his cheek pressing against the exam table and looked at me. "Doctor..." I interjected, "Danny... he had, uhm, sex, anal sex... and we think..." "I'm asking the boy" Dr. Moore interrupted me, "Or do you feel the same pain that the boy feels?" the man then pulled out two different tubes. "No doctor." "Good. Tell me Danny" the doctor's voice changed from stern to sweet depending on who he was addressing, "What happened?", Danny looked at me seeking approval, I knew the boy was reluctant to confess, he knew confessing could get us in trouble, he knew he could get me in very big trouble, "I want to help you, but I need to understand why you are in pain", the doctor stood behind Danny again, he grabbed one butt cheek, his hand completely covered the rounded cheek, then he exposed the sore hole by pushing with his thumb. I sighed "Don't worry Danny. Tell the doctor." "I had sex doctor." "Did you use lube?" asked the man, grabbing the other cheek and pushed to examine the entrance. "Uhum..." Danny confirmed. "Was it your first time?" "No!" he replied immediately, "I'd done it a few times before." "What was different Danny?" "Uhm... Well... the first time I prepared myself by using plugs..." "I see...clever boy. Danny, I'm going to check inside" the man grabbed one of the tubes, which was lubricant, and poured over his index finger, "You're going to feel some discomfort, but it will only be for a moment. Tell me, what else?" "Uhm... maybe I didn't use that much lube..." "Breathe..." Danny inhaled naturally and gasped as he felt the push of the doctor's finger thrust in up to the knuckle, "Why? was the... guy... you had sex with in a hurry?" "No!" he protested immediately, "I... I asked for it..." Danny swallowed hard, ruefully "I thought I was ready because we had done it the night before..." the boy closed his eyes tightly as the doctor wiggled his finger inside him. The doctor hummed affirmatively. Danny grunted. "I'm going to need to stick another finger in..." Danny gritted his teeth and tried not to scream, my heart was pounding harder, I wanted to do something, he was in pain. "So, you did it twice in a short period of time with little lube and little preparation..." "...Three..." Danny said through his teeth, grunting trying to endure the torture of Dr. Moore's thick, long fingers twirling inside him. Then the doctor looked at me, "Dad, would you happen to know who the guy was that hurt Danny...? I noticed it in his look, the bastard knew perfectly well. The doctor didn't like being interrupted, neither did he like me answering questions he didn't ask me, Ethan warned me that lies pissed him off, I didn't want to take any chances. I sighed, "It's me..." "Oh, I see" the fingers twiddling got rougher, it was obvious the pain Danny was in, but the man continued, "You were so eager to have your daddy inside that you couldn't wait... Was it Danny?" the boy didn't answer. Then the sadistic doctor inserted without warning a third finger, Danny tried to move but the man was grabbing him with his other hand around his waist, the tips of his toes pushing on the step, his hands clutching the examining table. Then he looked at me, "What do you have to say dad? He begged you to fuck him...like a slut?" "Stop!" I said firmly, Danny was on the verge of tears, I couldn't let it go on if the boy was in pain. Maybe it would have been a really bad idea to have gone with him. Ethan was going to listen to me. I took a step towards them, the doctor looked at me "I can stop, and maybe you can go to the Woodrow Handler clinic to have him checked by a better doctor" I stopped dead in my tracks. The doctor pulled his fingers out, Danny gave a groan of relief. "Very well" said the man with a smile, holding up his fingers, "Good news, no injury, no bleeding" I paused, I was still breathing heavily. "Also..." he said looking closely at his phalanges in his gloves glistening from the lube "You're a very clean boy Danny, good for you" "So he's okay then?" I asked "There's the pain issue" said the doctor. "It's going to go away..." I said hesitantly. "To understand a little more, I would like to see the tool that caused it..." the man looked at me with a smirk. I was about to protest, again he looked at me with his piercing blue eyes, I felt a kind of dominating aura. I looked at Danny, he looked in pain, we were already there, we couldn't leave without a solution. I reluctantly unbuckled my belt, pushed my pants to my ankles along with my underwear, straightened up and tugged my cock from my balls, my thick flaccid penis swung free. The doctor approached me and nonchalantly grabbed my cock and began to stroke it slowly. I looked him in the eye, making him think I wasn't intimidated, then he said, "Get it hard dad. I need to know how deep it bruised him..." Son of a bitch. I'd like to lie and say that I didn't find the situation even slightly arousing. I'll shamefully admit it, but watching Danny on the exam table being fingered with the doctor's thick fingers caused me to be halfway to fully erect. I stroked my cock a few times, Dr. Moore, walked over to grab the other tube and squeezed some white ointment on his index finger. He then moved back behind Danny, exposed his hole with a thumb and warned him that he was going back in. "I promise you'll feel better this time" Danny rested his chin on the surface and looked straight ahead, away from the doctor, away from me. The boy gritted his teeth as he felt the finger work its way back inside him. It wasn't even a minute when I noticed Danny relaxed his muscles, he didn't look tense and his grunts of pain turned into soft moans. I was hard and kept on jerking off. Dr. Moore was gently massaging the boy's hole with his finger, I could see him shoving three fingers back in as if it was nothing. Then he slid in a fourth. "Are you in pain Danny? he asked. The boy put his cheek back on the examination table, thought for a moment what to say and said, "...No...it's weird...I can barely feel his finger" - His finger?! The man had almost his fist inside him. Dr. Moore turned to look at me and smiled, "Numbing cream" Half of the man's hand was sliding in and out of the hole, the sloppy sounds sending me into a frenzy, like boots squelching in mood. Then the man stopped, pulled his hand out and removed his glove and then threw it in the trash can. He then pulled a foil package out of his pocket and handed it to me, I saw it was a condom. "I know you'd like to unload in the boy, but you don't want to numb your cock" he smiled, "It's extra large. I assumed that would be the problem. Size. That's usually the problem..." I looked at him dumbfounded, he knew from the start, I wanted to think Ethan had told him all about me, on one hand I didn't want to believe my friend sold me out, but I also thought maybe Dr. Moore had a lot of experience with men like Ethan and me, and like the twins' fathers. I rolled down the condom covering my big cock and walked over to Danny, I stood behind him and admired his cream smeared hole, it looked dilated, I could see inside if I peeked in, I thought to myself that the man had maybe ruined him. But Danny was more than a hole to me. I looked for the boy's face, Danny turned to look at me, "Are you ok? I asked him. He nodded. "Turn around Danny. Look at your dad. Show him you're not in pain anymore. Tell him he can fuck you again now, he doesn't have to hold back." Danny shuffled on the surface so he was facing up, with his ass on the edge, the boy settled his feet on my chest, I grabbed his ankles, Danny reached for my cock and guided it in, it went in with ease, my pubes touched his soft butt cheeks, I couldn't help but moan and start moving. "Do you feel any pain Danny?" the man asked, the boy denied shaking his head, "Tell dad to fuck you harder, tell him you can take it" Danny looked at me, no words came out of his mouth other than gasping for breath, then I pushed faster. "Just like that!" exclaimed the doctor, who was enjoying the anesthetized destruction of Danny's hole. Soon I was fucking like beast, skin slapping hard against skin, sweat began to emanate from my forehead, then my chest, the muscles of my butt were taut with each thrust. I ran down Danny's abdomen and chest until I grabbed him by his shoulder. "Are you okay?" I whispered between gasps. "Uhu..." affirmed the boy, "Fuck me Lane..." "Yes!!!" shouted the doctor, "Beg boy, beg daddy!" The boy locked his legs around my waist, "Daddy!" I couldn't resist, my cock was plunged to the hilt, Danny's pleads causing a surge of heat to invade my body and I ended up filling the condom with an impressive amount of cum. I was dripping sweat all over Danny's torso trying to catch my breath as the perverted man laughed loudly and clapped his hands cheering what he had just witnessed. I looked at him with hatred, I blamed him for what he had made me do, but I was thankful Danny wasn't suffering anymore. Dr. Moore showed Danny the door to the bathroom and told him to take a shower, he told him there were clean towels and soap, and to take his time while he talked to me. I got dressed without waiting for directions, I wasn't going to take the order to go take a shower but he didn't - I still question myself if he had ordered me, what would I have done? - the doctor had taken a seat at his desk and I sat in front of him. "He's a well trained boy" he broke the silence. "He's a good kid" I clarified. He smiled, "I know. He would have been willing to take more pain as long as he didn't give you away." "And you enjoyed it." "I can't deny it." "You're a son of a bitch." "An SOB who took away your son's pain" I couldn't argue against that. "I'm here to help" I wanted to clarify that he was there to help take advantage, but clearly who was I to judge. "You see, I have a few sons of myself..." he turned a picture that was on his desk for me to see. In it, there were four boys, different ages, and... different features... I took the photo in my hands to take a closer look, frowned and looked at the doctor. I was about to ask a question, though I doubted it was appropriate. "They are not adopted" he clarified before it came out of my mouth, which left me more intrigued. The four boys were sitting on a bench, they looked like they were at an amusement park, they were all smiling. "Surrogates" he clarified. I raised my eyebrows in astonishment, "From...? He nodded, "Different mothers. The oldest is Blake, he's 21, plays football, dark hair, blue eyes, I thought about looking for him to be a lot like me. But then I thought I was being too narrow minded. I have eclectic tastes. That's why I picked Wyatt's mother blonde, Eastern European, he's 19 now and likes wrestling" my gaze went from the boys in the picture to the man in front of me, I felt a little shocked, the man had brought boys into this world with the sole intention of.... "I know what you're thinking..." he told me, "That I'm a sick pervert. But aren't we all?" he laughed, "I wasn't going to take any chances looking out there for boys. Then it occurred to me that I could create them myself" he raised his eyebrows and I looked at the picture again, "For the third one maybe I acted on a whim, Finn's mom is from the Philippines, he's pale, lean and completely smooth, he is in the swim team, he's 16" he kept smiling, "finally there's Isaac, he's also 16, his mom is Latina, he is a sprinter, thick thighs and big ass, same big dick as his dad's" "And why are you telling me all this? What's the point of knowing you created your own harem of sons?" "Because you're one of us now." "I would never-" I stopped as I stumbled over my own words. "And yet here you are, seeking discretion for something forbidden." Just in time Danny came out of the bathroom, wet hair and the same clothes he came in. I stood up without saying anything. Dr. Moore remained seated, turning slightly from side to side in his chair, smiling. "We're leaving," I said. The doctor nodded, and slid a sheet of paper across his desk. I picked it up and could not hide my surprise, "What? "That's for my services." "You're crazy" he shrugged. I kept looking at the amount that was near the four figures. But what could I do? "Can I transfer the amount?" "I only accept cash." "I don't carry that kind of money." "You can come back another day. I trust you." I clenched my fists on the steering wheel until my knuckles turned white. Danny was next to me, we were finally out of that place, then I thought maybe it would have been better to have gone to some quack in a dirty alley, maybe there they wouldn't have taken advantage of Danny like that. Maybe also part of the regret I felt was because... I enjoyed it. But that I wasn't going to admit out loud. "Lane." I looked over to see Danny. He was waiting for me to start the car and move forward. "I'm sorry..." I said. "For what?" "For bringing you here..." "But... it doesn't hurt anymore... we even were able to do it" his face was one of exhaustion, the exhaustion generated by an exhaustive fucking "Oh Danny" I was touched that he was seeing the bright side, or maybe he was too naive. "Sorry for being rough..." "Well... I kind of.. Liked it?" he smiled shyly, I could see his cheeks turning red. "Don't worry, I'll be careful in the future. I promise we'll never have to go back here." "We can't..." he said. Then I frowned waiting for an explanation. "I stole the cream..." he showed me the silhouette on his sweats. "Danny!" I raised my voice in astonishment. "Lane! It took away my pain! And we were able to fuck with no problem!" "Yeah but... I could have bought one..." I sighed then chuckled. I finally let go of the tension I felt in my shoulders, I tousled his wet hair and pulled him to me to hug him. "Thank you dad" I cupped his face with my hand and rubbed his cheek with my thumb, "For taking care of me...I love you." "I love you too Danny"