Kenny Pays His Debt to Society -- Part 12


by Jason A. Andresen

"Will you wait outside now, Guard Mitchell." This was a directive, not a request and it was Doctor Veechio giving it.

Kenny had been at Lancet Point for almost two weeks and he had -- for some reason -- been summoned to Doctor Veechio's office. Guard Mitchell had escorted Kenny to the medical office and now left the examination room to wait until the doctor's exam and consultation with Kenny were finished.

"Relax, son. I'm doing a follow-up exam. You've done nothing wrong -- that I know of. And the guards know that I requested you to be here so you've got nothing to worry about there." The Doc had Kenny's medical folder in his hands. "I don't expect to find anything wrong with you but let me save time here by just asking you if there is anything wrong. You doing okay?"

"Ahhh...well sure Doctor Veechio, I guess I'm okay."

"Well, son, if you do have a problem this is the time and place to tell me. I know you boys are reluctant to ask to come here but you're here at my request so let's here anything you got to say. Any problems?"

"Well, not really, I guess. But I guess I do have one problem."

"Is this a medical problem, Kenny?" Doc Veechio looked at Kenny's medical folder as he spoke.

"Yes, Doctor Veechio...kind of," Kenny replied.

"Okay, then let's strip to our underwear and sit over here on the edge of the table." Kenny started undressing. "Put you clothes up here," the Doc said indicating the head of the exam table. "Shoes too," he added. Kenny finished undressing, laying his shoes and clothes where the Doc had pointed. He hopped up on the side of the table facing Doctor Veechio with his leg hanging over the side. Even with his underwear sit on, the crinkly paper covering the table felt cool against his ass.

"What do you mean 'kind-of' a medical problem?" The Doc put his stethoscope in his ears preparing to start a cursory exam. Kenny blushed and showed other signs of being embarrassed and uncomfortable. He said nothing for a few seconds. The Doc strated his exam.

"Okay, Kenny, let me save some time here," the Doc said romoving the head of the stethoscope from Kenny's chest. "I've been 'the Doc' here for a little over a year. Not many of you boys come to me unless you have too -- although during your induction exam I encourage you to see me at anytime. Let me guess that you're referring to a sore butt. Right?"

"Ahhh...right, Doctor Veechio."

"You can call me 'Doc' or Doc Veechio, your choice. Hemorrhoids?" Kenny looked at the Doc with a blank stare. "Do you have hemorrhoids, 'piles'?"

"I don't know what those are, Doc."

"Okay, let's have a look. Down on the floor, pants off and around here to the end." Kenny hopped down, pulled off his underwear and walked to the end of the table. "Okay up you go on you knees and rest on you elbows. This is no time to be shy." Kenny got on the table again with his butt now facing the Doc. "Legs apart, son," the Doc said. Veechio opend a drawer and removed a latex exam glove and a tube of lubricant. As Kenny moved his legs apart, the Doc slide the glove on placed a glob of lubricant on his finger. He noticed several red marks running across Kenny's buttocks and one on his upper legs. "Ummmm," he said to himself. He rubbed his finger across Kenny's anus. Kenny jumped slightly at the Doc's touch.

"Relax, son, you're not in the dorm now." The Doc continued to press and rub his gloved finger on the tight looking wrinkled anus. "Hmmm,..no external hemorrhoids," he said. "Does that hurt, Kenny?"

"No Doc," Kenny said. The Doc pressed harder, his finger sliding up inside Kenny's anus very slowly. The Doc's hand was touching the back of Kenny's scrotum lightly.

"That?"

"No, Doc." Kenny said. The Doc slide his finger well up through Kenny's anus and into his rectum.

"That hurt?" the Doc asked as he twisted his finger around inside Kenny.

"Some, Doc," Kenny said.

"Squeeze my finger as hard as you can now." The Doc said. Kenny squeezed his asshole as tightly shut as he could. "Harder." Kenny tried harder making a low grinting sound and closing his eyes tightly. "That as hard as you can squeeze?" The Doc said.

"Yep," Kenny said. "I mean 'yes', Doc."

"Okay. Relax now." The Doc slowly pulled his finger free. He removed the gloves and tossed it into a stainless steel can on the floor by the table. He opend another drawer and removed a flexible tube-like device. Keeny watched as the Doc lubricated the end of the tube and turned a switch at the other end.

"Relax, son," the Doc said as he placed the end of the tube against Kenny's anus. "I need to look up insise you Kenny," he said. This tube is called a proctoscope. It has a light on the end that let's me see the inside of your anus and rectum. You'll feel like you need to have a bowel movements when I put this inside. Understand?"

"Yes, Doc," Kenny said.

"Good. It will help if you push out now."

"I know all about that, Doc Veechio." Kenny said. And began pushing his asshole open as much as he could.

"You do, huh," Doc said. "I was afraid of that. Well, just do it then,"

"I am, Doc." Kenny pressed harder and the end of the scope spread his anus open and entered. "Awwlll," Kenny said softly. The Doc looked into the 'scope for a few seconds then slowly pulled it out and placed it on the small table next to the exam table.

"Okay, son, let me check your testicles. Relax." The Doc very gently cupped Kenny's scrotum in his hand and rubbed his thumb around, feeling Kenny's testicles. "Hurt?"

"Not really, Doc," Kenny said.

"Good." The Doc removed his hand after fondling the firm testicles for another few seconds. He moved his hand to Kenny's penis and massaged it for abouy half a minute. "Okay, son, get down now." Kenny quickly got off the table. "Turn arond, Kenny." Kenny turned with his back to the Doc. "I see they're using the switch again aren't they?"

"Ahhh...yes, sir, Doc." Kenny jumped again as he felt the Doc rub his open hand across his buttocks. "Yes," the Doc said. "Too bad. The switch can cause damage. The paddle usually doesn't." The Doc continued to lightly rub Kenny's butt. "Tell me, Kenny, do you ever get hit so hard that you bleed?"

"Ahhh...," Kenny paused..."No, sir, not me."

"Others do?"

"I'd rather not say, Doc. If you know what I mean. Unless you...."

"No, no, that's okay. I'm not forcing you to be a snitch. But I do need to know certain things. Just about what's happened to you. I'll not ask about the others. Okay?"

"I guess, Doc." Kenny said.

"For example, just how tender are you back here. Does this hurt?" The Doc slapped Kenny's butt with his hand.

"Awwll...yes, that hurts...some." Kenny said.

"How about this..." The Doc slapped Kenny again across the buttocks, a little harder.

"Awwlll, yeah, Doc, that's starting to hurt."

"Okay. It shouldn't. I hardly slapped you, you know. You're very tender. Okay you can get dressed. I have some other questions."

The Doc picked up Kenny's medical folder opened it and made some notes. He talked to himself as he wrote. " Patient present with complaint of sore anus. No hemorrhoidal swelling or presence of hemorrhoidal thrombi. Anal tonus markedly diminished since induction exam." He wrote more. "No visible damage to external or internal anal sphincters. Rectal vault empty and normal in appearance with proctoscopic exam." Kenny continued dressing. "Anal and peri-anal dermis slightly abraded and surface inflamation evident. Perineum slightly reddened in appearance and inflammed. Four subsiding welt-like injuries across mid-buttocks and upper back thigh. No hematoma present. Buttocks abnormally sensitive to 'spank-like' touch. Testes normal upon palpation. Penis normal in apperance, flaccid. Penal tissue slightly erecting upon prolonged palpation. Normal." The Doc put down his pen.

"Feeling okay otherwise, son?" He asked.

"Yes, sir. I guess."

"How are your bowel movements? Regular?"

"Ahhh...." Kenny hesitated. "Yes, sir."

"No diarrhea? Some of you boys have diarrhea until you get used to the food here. That a problem with you?"

"No, sir, Doc."

"Constipation, then?"

"Not really, Doc." Kenny knew that Doc was getting close to a matter Kenny didn't want to discuss.

"'Not really' huh? Well I guess I know what that means. You wouldn't by any chance be involved with Guard Ashton's little 'poo-poo' fetish would you?" Kenny said nothing.

"Okay, that's an answer of sorts. If you weren't involved you would have said 'poo-poo' fetish? what's a 'poo-poo' fetish. But you knew exactly what I was referring to didn't you?" Kenny still said nothing.

"Well, son? I'm afraid I need an answer to that one, please."

"Yes, sir." Kenny said.

"'Yes' meaning you are involved?" The Doc pressed.

"Yes, sir, Doc."

"I'll put a stop to that practice. It did it once before and I'll do it again. That's taking humiliation a bit too far."

"Okay, Kenny. I've heard enough. Unless you have more to say." Kenny said nothing. "Right. Well, I'll not ask you why your ass is red around your....anus. I think I know the answer to that now. And I know why your anus is sore and lax. You've been raped in the shower -- like everyone else, I'm afraid. I don't have -- frankly -- much control over that. That's between you and your fellow residents."

"And the paddling....well," Doc went on. "The paddling is frankly condoned and I'm not at all sure that I don't agree with the policy. You boys should have been paddled when you were younger. All it is now is a punitive measure and one you probably well deserve. I know about the Punishment Tours in the shower. And as long as it's kept in check, I agree with it. Public paddling and the humiliation that goes with it is an excellent deterrent -- you know, to make you want to never come back here once you leave.

"But I cannot condone the use of a switch. In the wrong hands it can break the skin and cause infection and permanent scarring. I'm not for that at all. How often are you switched, by the way?"

"Usually several times a week, Doc." Kenny liked the fact that the Doc didn't like the switching.

"During the Punishment Tours?"

"Yes and in the room too," Kenny said. "Probably more in the room."

"With the door closed?"

"Yes."

"How often?"

"Well, Doc Veechio, I'm a 'newbie' and newbies get it a lot."

"How often?"

"Maybe four, five times a week." Kenny said.

"A switching!?" Doc Veechio seemed surprised.

"Oh, yes, sir. And a paddling too most of the time."

"Okay, I'll also put an end to that. Not the paddling, the switching. Both in the room and at Punishment Tour." The Doc hesitated. "How often have you been raped, son?"

"Twice, sir.... Doc."

"Twice??" The Doc seemed doubtful.

"Yes, sir. In the shower locker room after Punishment Tour."

"Kenny, let me be frank. Your anus shows signs or being severly stretched on more than just two occasions. I would guess by its laxness that it has been stretched on numerous occasions. Am I wrong?"

"No sir." Kenny paused and then told the Doc about the anal _d_i_l_d_o_s and the butt plugs he had endured over the past two weeks. He used the term 'the guards', not mentioning Ashton or Rivers by name.

"I frankly didn't know about these devices," Doc Veechio said. "Are they used on all the residents?"

"Pretty much. My roommate and I seem to get them more that some of the others, though."

"Why?"

"My roommate says it's because we're 'pretty boys', sir."

The Doc stood looking at Kenny for a long time. Kenny was becoming embarrassed at the Doc's stare.

"Okay, Kenny," the Doc finally said. "Much of this will stop. I promise you. It will take a little time. And," he emphsized, "it will not look as though you squealed. I'll interview a few more of you -- including your roommate....."

"Wilkes, sir." Kenny said.

"Yes...Wilkes. And a few others. Don't worry now 'special treatment' will come to you. You let me know if it does. In fact, Kenny, I want to see you here twice a week. I'll send for you so it won't seem you're running to the Doc. The guards won't suspect anything like that. Understand?"

"I'll come over here, Doc?"

"I'll send for you through official channels. I say a guard isn't necessary to accompany you. Twice a week....until further notice. I'll examine you."

"Thanks, Doc," Kenny said.

"My pleasure, Kenny."


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