Date: Fri, 5 Jun 2020 15:49:57 -0700 From: Jason Ford Subject: The Deal, Ch. 10 xThe Deal By James Forbes Chapter 10 – The Sample This is an 18-chapter series of (partly) fiction created for the entertainment of interested adults, partly based on my experiences as a youth. Please read no further if you are underage, if this is illegal in your area, or if you are offended by explicit sexual stories. Names and locations have been changed. This would have taken place in the pre-AIDS era. The main focus is on physical and psychological domination, submission, various punishments and kink. If you enjoy this kind of story, please show your appreciation by making a donation to Nifty Archives. Go to: http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html. And if you need a good sub in the San Diego area, or have comments on the story, contact me at jasbike1@gmail.com. I was so nervous by the time of my third doctor visit I nearly skipped the whole thing, but I thought my soccer coach would likely call my parents, and that the doctor might tell the coach about what had been going on in the first two visits. So I got on my bike again, and even showed up 10 minutes early. "Glad to see you finally made it on time, James. Today should be a faster exam. No need to go into the changing room. Just strip naked here." "Doctor, can't I go to the changing room for some privacy?" I asked. "You really need to start following instructions. Now. Here. Strip. I'm in a hurry today." Reluctantly, I took off all my clothes. The way the doctor eyed me closely the entire time was unsettling. "Now James, like before, stand in front of the mirror." He unwrapped my dick and balls, which had had the medical gauze on them for another three days. "Arms up again, and stand in front of the poster that matches you." The poster of the 16-year-old, which had matched my body just a week before, now looked much more mature than me. Longer dick, hairier crotch and balls, plenty of other body hair. At the last visit, the 15-year-old was a closer match to me. But this time, there was a photo of a boy with only tufts of pit hair, no treasure trail at all, a small but thick bush, and only a bit of calf hair on the lower legs. It clearly matched me now. I stood next to it. "I agree, James, that's the one. Annnd it says that's a typical 14-year-old boy." I lowered my arms and covered my crotch in shame. My dick wasn't even hard I was so worried about what might come next. "Let's get a quick measurement while you're soft," he added. Out came the tape measure. "Balls are 2.5" long now—they were 4" a week ago—and the penis is, let's see, 3.5 inches." Oh my god. That was another half inch less then just three days ago. "No need to be ashamed, James. The experiment is an unqualified success. This will help many other boys who have developed too quickly, or entered puberty too soon." That was little comfort to me. "All that's left today is a quick urine sample like the last two visits." He gave me a cup, and I tried to pee, but I was so out of sorts about all the smaller measurements, and noticeable lack of hair, it was all I could think of. I had even drank a bunch of water before the visit to be sure I could pee. The doctor got impatient. "James, come on. If you can't produce a sample, I'll have to obtain it by other means." What the hell was he talking about? "I'm trying, doctor! I'm just so upset and nervous and—" "OK then," Dr. Tanner said, clearly irritated. "Lie on the exam table." I thought he might pull my dick or something to help it pee. Instead, he strapped me down again with the thick belt across my stomach. Then he brought out a long tube, the urine cup, and the 5-gallon plastic jug before, which I could see was now half full. A few days before, it was a third full. Where all this piss was coming from was beyond me. The started to lubricate the long, black, rubber tube, and panic set in. "Doctor, wait. I think I can pee now, OK? I don't know what that tube is but I—ouuuuuuuch!" Without explanation, he began to insert the tube—into my pee hole! The pain was 10 times worse than when he put the short electric metal rod in a few days before. It seemed like several feet went into my dick, and I began to see stars. My head lolled back. "Don't faint on me. We're just about there. If you'd just peed like other boys, this wouldn't have been necessary. There: We're all the way into your bladder." Immediately, urine began to flow down the tube, quickly filling the small sample bottle, which he set aside. He let the rest flow into the 5-gallon clear plastic jug. The urine must have flowed for several minutes; I blacked out for a minute. When I came to, the jug was nearly 2/3 full. "James, we're all done. I can't leave it in there, so I have to pull it out. Take a deep breath. I won't lie: This is going to hurt." Sure enough, it hurt like hell, nearly as bad as putting it in. I yelled, loudly, the entire time until it finally popped out of my dick, splattering my urine on my crotch. The doctor cleaned me off, then rubbed his special ointment on my dick and balls, wrapping them in gauze. "You'll have to wear this until Monday, James. That's four days from now, a day longer than is prescribed, but it should be fine." Get dressed and head home. And avoid masturbating. I can tell you have been, and your foreskin is starting to get a little irritated. I didn't know what to say, so I silently got dressed and left.