Date: Mon, 25 May 2020 15:54:13 -0700 From: Jason Ford Subject: The Deal, Ch. 8 The Deal By James Forbes Chapter 8: A Visit to the Doctor 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. After being half-buried and tortured in the woods by Scott, then accidentally spewing his cum and piss out of my ass and splashing it on him, I guess it was no surprise I didn't hear from him for a few months. He'd promised retribution of some sort, but so far nothing had happened, which only made my dread worse. I had gone back to the scene of the crime the next day, and it was a sight. A hole in the ground where I'd been buried up to my knees, ropes hanging from two trees, with a third rope flung over a branch, tied to a rock. It was hard to believe all this had happened to me. Scattered about were various tools and a shampoo bottle smeared with Crisco. I returned the trowel, cement spatula, C-clamp, and shovel to the house being built, and snuck the clothesline and shampoo bottle to my house. I explained to my mom that the clothesline was behind our tool shed and must have blown off the line, though that didn't explain how a box of clothespins was still missing. I told my sister her shampoo was in our parents' bathroom. I tried to get my mind off of Scott, but nothing seemed to work. Diving into schoolwork was difficult, as my mind kept wandering. It was like part of me actually wanted things to happen with him again, while another part was scared. I also started exercising more, and decided I'd try out for the soccer team. This was partly because Scott was on the baseball team, so I could go to soccer without fear of being trapped into some embarrassing situation by him. I had just turned 16 that spring, and was looking forward to a nice summer off of school before starting my junior year. Scott was now 14, as was his neighbor, Andrew, while Scott's older brother Danny was 15. Andrew in particular had grown a lot and was now nearly six feet tall, having grown a foot in a year. Every time I saw Andrew, I swear I could taste his piss in my mouth. None of the boys ever talked about these sorts of things in "real" life, when we saw each other in the neighborhood, and certainly not ever at school. Right after school let out in June, my mom took a phone call during dinner one night, and called me over. "Honey, it's a doctor's office. Something about a medical clearance for the soccer team?" I shrugged my shoulders and grabbed the phone. This was as much a surprise to me as it was to her. I had run some practices with the team, but hadn't heard anything in weeks about official tryouts or anything, and didn't know a medical clearance was even required. "Hello, James? This is Krista from Dr. Tanner's office. We're doing physicals for potential soccer players in the fall, and I'd like to schedule an appointment with you. How is Friday at 4 p.m.?" I told her that would work. "Great. We're in the Puyallup Medical Clinic building on Fifth Street." I knew where it was—our town was pretty small. I confirmed I'd be there. Finally—I'd be on the soccer team, get a varsity letter when I was a senior, and no one would ever know what I'd been put through, or submitted to, sexually. Friday came, and I rode my bike over to the building a few miles away. It was more a collection of large medical offices: an OB/GYN, pediatrician, orthodontist, and veterinarian. The only one I could think of relevant to me was a pediatrician, although I thought I was too old for that sort of doctor now. Sure enough, the door was open, but there was no receptionist. I wandered down a long hallway. No one was in the half a dozen exam rooms, either. Did I have the wrong day or time? Finally, I saw a sign: "Dr. Julius Tanner: Child and Adolescent Development." The door opened immediately. "Ah, you must be James. Come in, come in! Glad you could make our first visit." First? There would be more than one? "Um, hi, doctor. I'm just here to get medical clearance to play soccer in a couple of months." "Well, James, this will be more involved than just checking your tonsils! There will be five visits in all over the next month or so. It's all standard, what with all the lawsuits these days against school districts. So they hire me to be very thorough. Any questions?" I had a lot of questions. "Yes, doctor. Where is everyone? Why am I seeing a baby doctor? And what will you be doing exactly?" "Oh boy, you do have a lot of questions. OK, the last one first: I'll be performing a lot of tests, taking samples and measurements, getting an idea of your history, and gauging your adolescent development. I'm in the middle of a longterm study of adolescent development now versus 50 years ago. You see, my grandfather did a similar study back then, and I'll be updating it. But don't worry: Once you pass all the tests, you'll be cleared to play soccer. I do all these exams on my off-hours, so we're the only ones here. Yes, I'm a `baby doctor' by trade, but I study mostly boys up to age 13. While you're older than that, you are a prime candidate for that study I mentioned. Like I said, it's all completely routine. As long as you answer all my simple questions truthfully, there's nothing to worry about." It did seem on the up-and-up. I'd suspected that maybe Scott had something to do with all this, that this was his revenge for our last time together in the forest, but apparently not. "OK, James, if you're ready, head across the hall to the changing room. Put on one of the gowns in there, and take off everything except your socks." No one except Scott had ever seen me naked. I always managed to grab a private shower at gym class, so while I'd seen other boys, they hadn't seen me. I was lucky, since most time in the showers I had a raging hard-on, just like I did now in the changing room. I left my underwear on to hide it. "In here, James!" the doctor called from down the hall. I walked in to a huge room that looked like an operating theater, with one raised bed in the middle, a wall of glass cabinets, and mirrors floor to ceiling. There were also posters of naked boys of various ages taped to some of the mirrors. I stood in amazement of the whole room, with its bright lights and white walls. "Alright, James, hop up on the exam table." This didn't seem so bad. The doctor was so friendly, I trusted him. He untied my gown, and pulled it down to my waist. After listening to my heart, and taking blood pressure, he looked in my mouth and ears. Then he pulled the gown completely off. "Oops," he commented. "You didn't follow instructions very well. Let's take that underwear off." He pulled them down and my hard dick flopped up, smacking my stomach. "Don't worry about that. It happens all the time. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I've seen hundreds of penises." With a tape measure, the doctor wrote down my dick length and ball length. "James, you're 16 now, right?" "Yes, doctor, just turned 16 last month." "Well, you have a very healthy penis. Just a bit over 7 inches--above average for your age. Your balls hang 4 inches, which is normal for your age. I want to try something for my medical study. See the five posters on the wall? They are actual photos of what is considered to be average boys, ages 12-16. I want you to stand in front of the photo that matches where you think your development is right now." I walked over, unsure of which photo might match my body. "Hold your arms up," the doctor instructed. I had a fairly large patch of hair under my arms now, and my pubes nearly matched the picture on the right, that of a 16-year-old. I saw in the mirror that my leg hair, spreading treasure trail, and dick size was pretty close to that photo. "This one here, I think," I told Dr. Tanner. "I agree, James! I think you're right. My grandfather was pretty famous with his study. He found that 16-year-olds typically had pubes that spread out to the upper legs, like yours almost do. Leg and pit hair is thick, and some even are starting to get chest hair. I'll need measurements of your penis when it's not hard, too. The average for a 16-year-old is 3.9 to 5.9 inches. See if you can make your penis get soft before this exam is over. But for now, I think we can safely say your Tanner Score is 5, which is the highest." "That's a relief, doctor. I always thought I was smaller than most guys." "Not at all, James. A couple more things to take care of. I need a urine sample. If you can't provide one, I'll do my other exam which might help get you soft." "Doctor, you mean right now, in front of you? I'm kind of, well, pee shy." My thought went back to lying in the tub, with Scott peeing in the tub and ordering me to pee. I eventually did when he forced me to, but it wasn't easy. "Fine, we'll try it another way. Hop up on the table." I climbed up and covered my crotch. "Hands above your head for this." Um, OK. Then Dr. Tanner attached two poles to the foot of the table which went up 45 degrees. They had U-shaped handles on the ends. "Put your legs up here. Your feet go in those stirrups." Jesus, what was he doing to do? Feet up in the air, arms above my head, I saw the doctor rummage through some drawers. "Ah! Here it is. James, if you haven't seen one of these before, it's so I can take a close look at your rectum to assess your overall health." "Doctor, I don't think you need to do that. It's fine down there," I said in a panic. "Oh, it's necessary. It will also have the effect, I hope, of making your dick go down." He squirted some gel from a tube inside the entrance to my ass, then brought up a long metal set of finger-like rods that were pinched together. Before I could say anything, he cautioned me, "Don't move. This will feel a little cold at first." He inserted the rods, then began to turn a screw, which I could feel open my asshole wider and wider. "Ahhhhh, doctor! That's as wide as I can go. Please stop." "You'd be surprised, James. Some boys can go twice this wide. Just a little bit more." Three more turns of the screw, and I was hyperventilating. He brought out a small, bright flashlight, and shined it inside me. "I see some abrasions here, and a couple of bruises. I'll ask about that later. But see what I mean?" The flashlight was also a camera, and a screen against the wall now showed a huge picture of the inside of my butt. I was mortified. "And that dick is still hard. The only other solution is for you to masturbate. I needed a sperm sample at some point anyway." The doctor squirted some of the gel on my dick, and put my hand on it. "Hurry, son. I have another appointment in 45 minutes. The sooner you ejaculate, the sooner this device comes out of your anus." I began to rub my cock, and closed my eyes to think of Scott. While the doctor was handsome, maybe 25, thinking of Scott always did the trick for me. Sure enough, I shot into a petri dish the doctor put under the head of my dick in less than a minute. Out came the metal rods. He measured my soft dick. 4.6 inches, on the lower end of normal. "One last thing, and you can get dressed. I need a urine sample still." Luckily, when I stood up, the pee flowed quickly into a large container. "James, I almost forgot. Part of my experiments involves a new lotion I've developed. Don't worry: There's no pain involved." He gently rubbed lotion all over my balls, dick, and in my pubes, then wrapped them in medical gauze, securing it with tape. "You'll need to leave this on and keep your crotch dry until our next visit on Monday, in three days. Just take sponge baths, and wash your hair in a sink. And try not to get hard." My dick looked like a mummy, with just the uncut head sticking out. "But then I'll be on the team, right?" I asked. "Remember you have four more visits. So far so good, though, except for not following directions 100%. See you Monday."