Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2020 13:01:39 -0700 From: Jason Ford Subject: The Deal, Ch. 11 The Deal Chapter 11: The Cleaning By James Forbes This is a 19-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. The medical gauze the doctor had put on my dick and balls Thursday, with this "special ointment," felt good and tingly for the first few days. But Sunday, the day before my fourth of five appointments, it began to itch and even burn a little bit. The doctor had expressed concern about the extra day, but thought it would be fine. It wasn't. I rode my bike to the Monday appointment half an hour early, but no one was even at the pediatrician's building yet. The doors were locked. If I had to wait another day, I'd have to take the gauze off and shower, no matter what the doctor had told me. There was no way I could tolerate this one more day. Finally, at 5:00, our appointment time, the doctor drove up. I ran up to the car. "Doctor, you have to remove those bandage things right away. It started hurting yesterday." "Come right in, James," he said as he rushed to the door with his keys. "I was afraid of this, but everything will be OK." I wasn't so sure. Once we got to the operating theater room, without even being told, I tore all my clothes off. Dr. Tanner knelt and carefully removed the gauze with safety scissors, then rinsed my crotch with a warm cloth. I immediately got a hard on but didn't care, as the pain began to ebb. "It's fine, James. It was just on there a little too long. Your foreskin is even more red and irritated, though. I'll make a note of that. I'm still fine-tuning the treatment effects, and side effects. Now like before, walk over to the mirrored wall, and stand in front of the boy's picture that matches you." I went over to the wall of life-sized posters. It was obvious that the 16-year-old, 15, and even the 14-year-old had larger dicks, fuller balls, and hairier bodies than I did now. My balls were small round plums, up against my body. "Well?" the doctor asked. "Um, I guess that one, doctor," I admitted. "That's the, let's see, yes, 13-year-old. Impressive. In 10 days, you've gone from 16 to 13 years old, at least in body type. Arms up, please." He got out a small pen light. "I see no armpit hair at all now, no arm or leg hair at ball, testicles are smooth. Your foreskin, which wasn't all that apparent before, is now a full hood over the head of the penis. So your only hair is a patch of downy tuft at the base of the penis. Let's measure, now that it's soft again. And, just about at, let's call it, 3.1 inches. The range for an actual 13-year-old is 2.0 to 4.7 inches, so you're below the middle of that range." My heart sank. My only consolation was the tiny bit of fuzz I still had above my dick, the only sign that I was still becoming a man. That and the fact that the whole process was reversible kept me from total panic. "Doctor, we're done, then, right? Just give me the opposite treatment and make your recommendation to the team's coach, OK?" "We're almost done, James, don't worry. I'll give you the right cream at the end of today's exam." What a relief. This long nightmare would be over today. "First, another urine sample," the doctor told me, and provided a small container. Luckily, I'd had a ton of water an hour before, not wanting to have another tube in my dick like at the last appointment. I readily gushed pee into the cup, which almost overflowed. "Wait," Dr. Tanner said. Let me get the larger container. It was all I could do to stop peeing mid-stream, and the instant the doctor brought out the 5-gallon jug, my pee flowed freely into it for at least a minute. The jug was nearly full now. I started heading for my clothes, which I'd thrown on the floor. "James, whoa, not so fast! A couple more things today, totally routine. Have you gone to the bathroom today, like more than pee?" I knew what he meant. "Yes, doctor, about four hours ago. Why?" "Well, I need to do a prostate exam, and you need to be clean, in there," he said, pointing at my ass. Oh god, I didn't know what he was talking about. "A what, prostrate exam?" The doctor laughed. "No, James. ProsTATE. It's a gland that produces the lubricant that enables sperm to travel out of the penis. It's a simple procedure. I'll show you. Get up on the table on your back, legs up in the stirrups." Like before, I got up and spread my legs, up 45 degrees, into the metal stirrups. The doctor put on purple, rubber gloves, then spread some jelly on my asshole. I jumped at the cold gel. "All I'm going to do is push one finger in there to feel for any swelling or nodules. That's it." "Um, OK, doctor, but I don't like this." Dr. Tanner pushed his index finger in, slowly. "Hmmm, can't really feel what I'm looking for here..." He pulled his finger out, and to my horror it wasn't completely clean. I'd never been so embarrassed. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry, doctor! I'll go use the bathroom right away." "Not good enough, James. Lie right there. I have another idea that will be much more effective in cases like this." He pulled out the long leather belt from under the table, and cinched it tight around my stomach, like he had done before. He used smaller Velcro straps on both of my ankles to secure them to the stirrups. Finally, he took both arms and strapped them to arm extensions of the table, so I was lying on the exam table in a big X. "Doctor, look, I don't want to be on the team anymore, OK? I'll join the debate club or tennis team. There's a new billiard team. I'll do that. Just let me go." "Too late for all that, James. I know you'll try to talk your way out of what happens next. Remember that pacifier with the wires that came out of it? The one I put in your rectum at our second appointment? Don't worry: This time, it's not connected to anything." With that, he brought it out from a drawer and jammed it into my mouth, gagging me. Just then, there was a knock at the door of the examination room. I panicked, thinking the receptionist had arrived and was going to see me naked, strapped to a table, and nearly hairless. I started to call out, but through the plastic gag it all came out muffled. But it got worse. Way worse. Scott walked in. How did he know I was here? How did he know Dr. Tanner? Scott just looked me, then handed the doctor an envelope. "You can count it, but it's all there, doctor. Most of the soccer team chipped in. Great job. So far. You'll get the rest of the money at his final appointment." Scott walked over to me, leaned down close to my face, and whispered, "Remember the woods? I do. You splattered piss and cum on my legs. My. Legs. And I told you I'd get you back. Watching these four appointments has almost been worth what you did to me. Seeing the doctor spread your ass with that metal thing, using electric shocks on you, then putting that tube all the way up your little dick—that must have hurt—and now what he's about to do, today and at the final appointment. So good luck getting through all this, and I'll see you real soon." Scott walked out. I was sweating profusely. Scott had arranged this whole thing with the doctor. I wasn't even sure now if it had anything to do with the school, or the soccer coach, or getting on the team. And how had Scott seen these four appointments? How as that possible? I was completely humiliated, more than anything he had done to me in the woods, in the house under construction, and in my bathtub. Gagged, I couldn't even get answers to my questions, let alone escape whatever the doctor had in mind next. The doctor walked up, stuffing the cash in his lab coat. "I guess I need to come clean," he began. "Your friend Scott said you were paying me to do all this, and the money was generous, so I played along. I'm an old friend of his family. But he and some of the soccer team, it turns out, paid for these procedures." Procedures. It all sounded so academic, compared to what was really going on. "But there really is medical science, and my study, happening here. I just happened to be getting extra money for it. I have another surprise: Scott and the team also paid to watch." Dr. Tanner flipped a light switch, which made the mirrored wall, the one with the posters of boys at varying ages, turn from a mirror into a clear glass window. Behind it, up high enough to see the whole room, were half a dozen of the boys on the soccer team, and Scott. They were all smiling, laughing, pointing at me, and talking to one another, though I couldn't hear what they were saying. "They can hear you, but you can't hear them," the doctor explained. "Now, we have to finish the prostate exam, but you need to be clean back there. I've found water to be fairly successful, but I've heard that urine works much better. The human body doesn't expect urine in the rectum, and reacts fairly violently to it. You've added to that 5-gallon jug four times now, but I had Scott and the soccer team add to it over the last 10 days. As you can see, it's very full. I'd hate to waste it all..." Wheeling over a cart that was several feet higher than my prone body, the doctor lifted the heavy jug onto the cart, then inserted a long rubber tube into a cork of some kind, and corked the jug. He placed a small clip on the tube halfway down the length of the tube. He held up several feet of tubing. "You may not believe it, James, but this much tubing is about to go inside of you. It will be uncomfortable, I can't lie. But had you been clean down there today, there would be no need of any of this. Usually, a prostate exam involves a finger or two and a few seconds of discomfort. Instead, this will take a while." I wriggled and squirmed. "Mmmmmffffppppssssssssss!!!" was all that came through the gag, which revoltingly had been in my ass just days before, and, I thought sickeningly, probably up other boys' asses too. As the doctor slowly inserted the tube into my ass, I could feel it going further and further up inside me, first inches, then at least a couple of feet. And Scott and the soccer team were seeing it all, my ass pointed right at the window between us. I couldn't even look at their grinning faces. "OK, James, here goes. You're about to start feeling very full." The doctor undid the clip, and I could see piss start flowing down the clear plastic tube. All I could was moan, helplessly. Then I felt the mix of warmth and cold flowing inside me. As the doctor began to slowly pull the tube out of me, the urge to let my ass go was nearly unstoppable. Nearly half of the 5 gallons had gone inside me. "Clench your anus, James. As hard as you can. If everything comes out clean, I'll do the prostate exam. If not..." Just then, the end of the tube finally came out of my ass. "Hold it all in for one minute, James." Dr. Tanner looked at a wall clock. As I held the gallons of piss inside me, my stomach churned and gurgled. By 45 seconds, I began to whimper. Bringing over a large bucket, Dr. Tanner counted off. "Five, four, three, two, one, and go ahead and relax your butt." Instantly, a garden hose of piss came out, flowing into the bucket like milking a cow. It was mostly clean, to my relief. "I'd say that's 90% clean, James. But that's not good enough is it?" I screamed into the gag. "I guess you didn't hold it long enough. So, again." By this time, I was thrashing back and forth on the table as the tube went back inside me. After a few minutes, the rest of the 5 gallons was gone, all inside of me. "James, I'm going to take your gag out now, and I'm warning you not to yell or complain. Agreed?" I nodded my head vigorously. Out the gag came from my aching mouth, and I breathed fast. "One more time, James, I'm going to slowly withdraw the tube. Don't let anything go until I tell you. Not a drop." I nodded. He held the pacifier, a plug-shaped thing, in one hand, and pulled out the tube, faster than the first time. The shock of it coming out of my ass was too much, and I gasped in pain. I could feel a few drops of boy piss dribble down my exposed ass. "I told you, James, to keep everything in. Every drop. You just can't follow instructions." Without warning, he jammed the plug, which had been in my mouth, into my ass. I yelped in pain. "Well, I warned you, but you don't listen. Instead of one minute, let's try five minutes. I'm gonna go have a cup of coffee." He patted my distended belly. "Don't go anywhere, heh-heh." He walked out, leaving me tied to the exam table in full view of Scott and the soccer team, who were drinking Cokes behind the wall of glass. The next five minutes of living hell seemed to last an hour. I couldn't imagine anything worse ever happening to me, but I'd thought that many times before in the last few years. At last, the doctor came back in, pulled the plug out, and recycled boy piss gushed from my ass into the bucket. Thankfully, it was clean this time. Something in the urine had made me completely dizzy. He quickly put a gloved finger into my ass and felt around. Then two fingers. My ass was stretching. I knew better than to complain. "Alright, prostate is fine. So all that urine inside you was unnecessary!" God, I wanted to crawl under the table and curl into a ball. This whole thing had been for nothing. "I should just leave you here for the team to deal with," the doctor said. His kind, academic, clinical, professional attitude of the first three appointments was gone. It had all been a good act to gain my trust, to think the whole thing was confidential. I looked up, and Scott and the team had left. The doctor unstrapped me from the table. "But I'll have mercy on you today. I think you've been through enough. Get cleaned up, and I'll see you in three days. Oh, wait! I nearly forgot." While I was lying there, he rubbed his ointment all over my dick and balls, supposedly the cream to start reversing the un-aging process, then wrapped them in gauze one more time. "The final appointment should be a breeze after all this. I'll just be checking all your body parts one last time." While that sounded innocent enough, now I suspected the worst about this doctor. But what could he possibly do to me he hadn't already done? I could barely stand after my ordeal, but I managed to clean off in the bathroom and get dressed. Getting on the bike was too uncomfortable, so I walked the bike the three miles home, choking back tears.