Kenny Pays His Debt to Society - Part 3


by Jason A. Andresen <Dpitzer@sonic.net>

Doctor Vecchio's office was in another building where the other administrative offices and the dining hall and kitchen were located. It took Ashton and Kenny a few minutes to get there with Ashton giving directions from behind.

Kenny filled out all of the paper work, family medical history, his medical history etc. He was now in Vecchio's office proper standing bare-footed on the scales. Ashton stood in the corner, arms folded, watching as Vecchio went about the business of giving Kenny his induction exam. The Doc, as he was called, made his notes talking softly to himself as he wrote things down on Kenny's form.

"Sixteen year old male Caucasian," he said. "One-hundred fifty nine pounds. Five feet....ten inches...Stand up straight, son....ten and a half inches tall." The Doc was apparently oblivious to Ashton's presence.

"Okay, son, over there," he said pointing to the exam table. "Strip to you underwear." Kenny did as he was told and soon stood next to the table with only his new uniform briefs on. The Doc gathered up a few instruments as Kenny undressed. "Are you nervous, son?" The Doc said noticing that Kenny was shaking a little.

"A little." Kenny said with a slight smile.

"'A little, SIR'," Ashton said from the corner. This was the first time he had said anything since the three of them had entered the examination room. The Doc looked around at Ashton but said nothing.

"A little, sir." Kenny said.

"Okay, that's normal. Now sit up on the side of the table." Kenny raised himself up. The Doc listened to Kenny's heart through the stethoscope and wrote down a number on his form. "Seventy-two," he said as he wrote. He took Kenny's blood pressure. "One twenty over eighty," he said. The Doc then listened to Kenny's breathing throught the stethoscope holding it on his chest and back. "Breath out...now in." He wrote again. "Lungs clear," he said. He looked into Kenny's ears then his eyes, then his mouth. He felt Kenny's neck. "Nothing," he said with a slight smile. Kenny began to relax a little under the soft, warm friendly hands and manner of Doc Veechio. But he also knew that the worst part of the exam was yet to come.

"Okay, son," the Doc said, "on the floor and step out of your underwear." Kenny hesitated for a second and shot a glance at Ashton. The Doc noticed this. "I'm sorry, son, he doesn't have to be here but he's alloed to be here."

"'Have to', 'allowed to', hell, Doc, I'm *supposed* to be here. Anytime he's off the dormitory block, he's got to be supervised." Ashton obviously wasn't about to leave.

"Right," the Doc said and motioned for Kenny to get off the table. Kenny stood and slowly slid his underpant down and stepped out of them. The Doc reached down and felt around Kenny's testicles. "No hernia evidence, normal circumcised penis," he said as he wrote on the form. "Okay son, back on the table on your knees and elbows." Kenny slowly climbed up on the table and assumed the position. The Doc opened a drawer and removed a latex examination glove and quickly pulled it on his right hand. He placed a small amount of lubricant on his extended finger and slowly inserted up into Kenny's rectum. Kenny winced as the Doc's finger slide throught his anus and probed deeper. He had never had a finger up his ass before although he knew that this was a part of a full exam by a doctor.

"Just relax, son," the Doc said. "Later, I'll ask you to squeeze, but for now, relax. Try as he might, Kenny was not ablr to relax. The feeling of something inserted up inside him -- especially his butt hole -- caused him to tense-up. Added to that, he saw Ashton staring at him. Ashton was enjoying Kenny's physical discomfort and mental anguish at having his body so throughly examined. The Doc withdrew and reinserted his finger several times pushing very hard the final time. Kenny felt the tip of Doc's finger exploring deep up inside him.

"Squeeze as hard as you can now, son," the Doc said with his finger still up inside Kenny. Kenny tightened his asshole as much as he could and made a low grunting sound. "Okay, relax." The Doc pulled his finger slowly free of Kenny's tight hole. He removed the glove and threw it in a trash can next to the table. "You can get down now," Doc said as he handed Kenny a tissue. "Here, clean yourself if you want."

Kenny took the tissue and reached back to wipe the lubricant from his anus. Ashton smiled slightly. He threw the tissue in the same trash can. "You can get dressed now," Doc said. Kenny quickly put his underpants on then the rest of his clothes. Doc continued to make notes, talking to himself. "Normal genitalia; normal, somewhat tight, involuted anus with normal tonus. Rectum empty. Prostate normal."

"Don't you ever get tired of this, Doc," Ashton asked.

"What? Exams? No. After what I see in my office it's a pleasure to see these healthy young men. We should all be in such shape. Although, now that you brought it up, Mr. Ashton, there seems to be some surface trauma to this lad's buttocks. Fairly recent, I'd say. That's curious." The Doc looked straight at Ashton. "Nothing serious, I'm sure. But I thought I'd mention it since you are partially responsible for his physical well-being are you not?"

"Right, Doc. As you say, probably nothing serious." Ashton said quickly. "Is that it then?" Ashton was anxious to leave now. The Doc looked at Ashton for a second. "Yes, that's all for now." He turned and looked at Kenny who was tying his shoes. "Remember, son, I'm this institution's physician. You have the right to request to see me at anytime. Remember that."

"Yes, sir," Kenny said as he stood. "Thanks, Doc."

"His name is Doctor Vecchio, Bronson," Ashton said.

"Yes, sir, Guard Ashton."

The entire exam, including the paperwork, had taken 30 minutes. Ashton and Kenny headed back to the Dorm Cell block.

As he walked two steps ahead of Ashton, Kenny could still feel the remnants of the sting of the paddle from an hour before. And to add to his discomfort, his anus still felt a little stretched from Doc Vecchio's through rectal exam.


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