The following depicts sadomasochism, homo_s_e_x_ual themes, and unethical behavior by medical professionals. It is intended as education and entertainment for legal adults. If you are offended by these themes and/or if you are not old enough in your country/municipality of residence to read explicit material, STOP reading NOW and exit this page immediately!
David Payne, M. D., was more than a bit tired of his young ward Jeff's behavior as he hung up the telephone in his office. The school principal had just called to tell him that Jeff was being sent home after yet another fistfight! These fights were becoming more frequent, and more violent, despite all the warnings and lectures he'd given Jeff. Well, enough was enough. Dr. Payne would try a new approach to discipline, as the young man's guardian!
The tall physician ran his hand over his cropped black hair in exasperation. His brows knitted as he thought carefully about the best way to put a stop to young Jeff's fighting once and for all. It would have to be a painful punishment, yes, painful and humiliating -- a spanking! But a spanking to end all spankings, Payne thought; his medical expertise would allow him to add a few refinements to ensure maximum pain, and maximum embarrassment.
Fifteen minutes later, Jeff limped in the door, his clothing torn here and there, his nose bleeding. Dr. Payne confronted his ward the moment he walked through the door. "Jeff! Fighting again!!!" the man yelled in anger. The youth looked up in resentment.
"I didn't start it, sir!" he snapped back.
"Don't you speak to me in that tone of voice, young man!" the doctor commanded. "I've just been speaking to your principal, and according to him you DID start it! Well, Jeff, I'm through warning you and lecturing you. There's going to be a more serious punishment this time," he said ominously. "But for right now, I need to look you over and see what kind of damage has been done. Go into exam room three and strip down to your undershorts. I'll be in in a moment."
Jeft looked a bit crestfallen at the mention of "...more serious punishment," but there was adolescent impatience in his face as he answered, "I'm okay, just a bloody nose is all, I don't need to..."
Dr. Payne cut the boy off in mid-sentence. "In the exam room NOW, Jeff!" he thundered. The youth turned, shrugging his shoulders in feigned unconcern, and walked down the hall towards the examination rooms. 'He's going to be veryconcerned before I'm finished with him,' the doctor thought to himself.
Giving the boy a few minutes to undress and compose himself, Payne signed a few papers waiting on his desk, then buttoned his white coat and walked down to Room 3. He tapped briefly at the door -- force of habit -- before opening it, and walked in. Jeff was sitting on the paper-covered examination table, undressed down to his white undershorts, as ordered -- but there was a sullen look on his face. Dr. Payne turned and closed the door.
"Now, young man, let's have a look at you," the doctor said. As he examined the boy, Payne noted that Jeff was well on his way to becoming a full-grown man. Although shorter than average, the youth was strongly-built; Dr. Payne felt the well developed pectorals as his stethoscope traveled over Jeff's chest. "Lie flat," he ordered, then moved his hands over the boy's smooth, sculpted abdomen as he palpated for internal injuries. He peered with his pencil flash into Jeff's deep-blue eyes, and gently parted the boy's dark blond hair, finding several small gashes in the scalp. Payne also noted several serious scrapes on the youth's arms and legs. "Alright Jeff, stand up here for a moment and drop your shorts," the doctor ordered.
"Aww, c'mon, you don't have to check that..." the young man said, his face coloring slightly in embarrassment.
"Jeff, I don't want another word of backtalk out of you," Dr. Payne said with exasperation. "I'm the doctor, and I know what I have to check!"
Obediently, the boy stood, hooked his fingers in the waistband of his briefs, and slid them down slightly. With a snort of impatience, the doctor grasped the boy's shorts and tugged them to his ankles in one quick motion. 'Now, let the humiliation begin,' Payne thought. He carefully took hold of the youth's full, hanging scrotum, gently rolling the large testicles in their soft, lightly-furred sac, taking his time as the color in the boy's face deepened. "Turn your head and cough," the doctor commanded, and Jeff complied, Payne feeling the firm ball he held jump slightly. "Again," he ordered, taking hold of the boy's other testicle. He gripped the scrotum and tugged it downward gently, noting how the sac stretched easily without resistance. Now Payne reached to grasp Jeff's hanging penis. He felt the young man shudder slightly as his hand wrapped around the shaft -- much longer and thicker than Payne would have suspected -- and slowly pulled back Jeff's tight foreskin to reveal the dark red plum-shaped glans. Payne leisurely turned the boy's penis this way and that, and prodded the sensitive head -- feeling, as he did so, the helpless beginnings of an erection. "Everything seems okay here," the doctor commented finally, releasing Jeff's now-half-erect penis.
"Lie down on the table on your stomach, now," Payne said. Jeff bent down to pull up his undershorts, but the doctor quickly said,"No, they're only in the way anyway, Jeff, just step out of them." His face still reddened from his genital examination, the young man wordlessly complied. Dr. Payne looked down at the strong "V" of Jeff's tanned back, the full smooth white buttocks, and the thick, muscular thighs sprinkled with hair. "What's this?" the doctor asked, touching gently a small bruise on the boy's left buttock. Jeff winced slightly. "That guy kicked me in the ass, guess he bruised me," the young man replied. "Well, I'll have to do an internal exam, and make sure he didn't injure you in there," Payne announced.
"Internal? You mean inside my ... aw, c'mon, you don't hafta do that!" Jeff whined, his already-blushing face coloring even deeper at the prospect of his guardian's examination of his anus. "Jeff, as I've already told you, I am the doctor and Iknow what needs to be examined!" Payne said through clenched teeth.
Slowly and deliberately, to increase the boy's apprehension, Dr. Payne drew on a latex glove, carefully stretching and fitting it to each finger. He took a tube of lubricant from a drawer, unscrewed the cap, and squeezed a generous amount onto the index and middle fingers of his gloved hand, then advanced on Jeff. "Spread your legs, young man -- wider than that," he ordered, and the boy obediently parted his legs widely. With his ungloved hand, Dr. Payne spread Jeff's full buttocks to reveal his deep-pink anus, surrounded by a dusting of dark-gold hairs. Then he dipped his lubricated gloved fingers into the deep crack. Jeff stiffened as he felt the cold wet touch against his most intimate area.
"UH!" the boy grunted in surprise and discomfort as Dr. Payne smoothly but forcefully pushed his middle finger into the tightly-clenched anus, and thrust it without stopping up to the knuckle. "Relax, Jeff, or this will just hurt more," the doctor said. Slowly and tortuously Payne twisted the finger back and forth in the young man's tight hole, while Jeff winced and shuddered, naked on the exam table. The doctor found the swollen lump of the boy's prostate gland, and began to rub it, gently prod it, massage it. In moments he began to see the desired result. Slowly, between Jeff's wide-spread legs, Payne saw the boy's penis lengthen and harden in a helpless erection brought on by the prostatic massage. "I can't seem to find anything wrong," Dr. Payne said, "But let me just be sure."
"AH!" the young man yelped in consternation as a second thick finger was inserted next to the first, further stretching his virgin hole. Again the doctor twisted, prodded, massaged, until he knew Jeff was fully erect. Then he abruptly pulled his fingers out of the boy's anus, prompting a surprised "ouch!" from the supine youth.
"Well, Jeff, it seems there isn't too much damage. We'll put some betadine on those scrapes and the cuts on your scalp, and I'll pack your nose after we rinse it with a bit of saline. But first, I want to make sure there's no danger of infection; fighting in the dirt isn't exactly the smartest thing to do if you want to stay healthy," he said dryly.
"What will you do for that?" Jeff asked, still blushing from the intimate examinations.
"A couple of injections, I'm afraid, my boy. A tetanus shot, and a shot of penicillin," Dr. Payne announced, knowing Jeff's fear of needles.
"Oh, jeez -- are you sure?" the boy asked, turning his head back to look at his guardian. "I've got wrestling practice tomorrow, and I don't wanna have a sore arm..." he said, hoping to escape the dreaded "shots."
"Don't worry about that, young man, you'll be getting these injections in your buttocks," Payne "reassured" the youth with supressed glee. "Your arms won't hurt a bit, although I'm afraid you're going to have a sore bottom." As Jeff watched, the doctor carefully removed two hypodermic syringes from another drawer. Payne deliberately chose two of his old-fashioned large-tube syringes, with the double finger loops in the tops of the plungers. Next, under the scrutiny of the boy's widening eyes, the doctor carefully affixed a slim three-inch-long needle to each syringe -- far longer than required, they were usually used for aspirating cysts -- but they were the largest and most frightening-looking needles in the office, and Dr. Payne noted the look of panic on Jeff's face with satisfaction.
Now Dr, Payne turned to his small drug refrigerator. He selected two vials -- neither of them tetanus vaccine nor penicillin. He filled the first syringe with a mixture of sterile saline and thiamine -- vitamin B-6 -- that would do the boy no harm, but would burn like fire as it was injected. He filled the second syringe nearly full of sterile saline -- it would burn as well -- then drew into it 3 cc's of a mixture of testosterone and androxylone; a potent _c_o_c_k_tail of male _s_e_x_ hormones, which he knew would give the youth priapism -- an unrelenting erection and 18 to 24 hours of unquenchable _s_e_x_ual desire.
"Alright Jeff, time for your shots." Payne carefully wiped the boy's quivering right buttock with an alcohol-soaked prep swab, then thrust the long sharp needle home. "Ow!" Jeff yelped at the biting sting of the needle jab. Then the doctor slowly pressed the plunger, letting the burning solution of thiamine flow into Jeff's gluteus muscle.
"Ah! Oh! Ow, OW, it hurts, it hurts!" the young man yowled as the caustic injection sizzled in his bottom. Relentless, Dr. Payne pushed the plunger down until it hit bottom, then quickly pulled it out of Jeff's tender buttock.
"Don't be a baby, Jeff, of course it hurts a bit but it's necessary. This next one won't burn quite as much." the doctor said.
He used another prep swab to wipe the youth's left buttock, then jabbed the long needle in, prompting another anguished "OW!" from Jeff. This time the boy kept his teeth clenched and merely whimpered as the burning solution of saline and _s_e_x_ hormones flowed into the thick muscle of his buttock.
"There we are, all done, my boy," Dr. Payne announced, giving Jeff a playful slap on his sore bottom that made the boy jump. "Get dressed, go upstairs to your room, and don't dare to leave it. I'll be up when I'm through with my patients to deal with you," he added ominously, then turned without a backward glance and left the room.
Payne had no patients; he simply wanted time to do a necessary errand. Leaving the office, he got into his car and drove the few miles into the city, parking in a commercial garage and then walking several blocks to the somewhat-seedy "red light" district, where prostitutes lounged on corners and "adult" stores proliferated.
"Ah, here we are, perfect!" the tall doctor thought to himself as he stopped at a storefront. "Toyz 4 Boyz" was painted in jagged letters on the glass front window; behind the lettering, a male mannequin dressed in black leather with a collar around its neck left no doubt about the kind of "toyz" sold within. Dr. Payne entered the shop, and strode up to the front counter.
"Can I help you?" the pale young man behind the counter asked. "Yes," Payne replied, "I'm looking for some paddles." The pale youth smiled thinly, and said, "We've got plenty; over there on the end of the wall."
The physician took his time perusing the wall display of punishment appliances. He wanted to make careful selections -- and he wanted time for the strong mix of _s_e_x_ hormones to begin their work on Jeff. Finally he chose two paddles: a thin, flexible rectangle of smooth leather, eighteen inches long and perhaps four inches wide; and a short but murderously heavy paddle cut of very thick black rubber. He paid for his purchases, returned to his car, and began the drive back to his office.
Back home, young Jeff was beginning to feel the hormones' effect. He'd been lying on his stomach on his bed, to save further pain to his injection-sore bottom, idly paging through a comic book. Slowly he felt a warm flush come over him, centered in his briefs-clad groin. His _c_o_c_k_ began to lengthen and harden, and he shifted in discomfort as his hefty erection strained against the tight cotton fabric. But the erection grew harder still -- finally Jeff slipped his hand into his briefs, and readjusted his _c_o_c_k_ to point upward against his abdomen and relieve the pressure of his briefs. He was worried about the mysterious "punishment" promised, and the erection was an annoyance he didn't want. Jeff concentrated on his comic book, hoping the unwanted hard-on would subside. Far from it -- his young shaft throbbed and ached, growing harder and harder, until he could feel every beat of his heart pulse in the drum-tight skin of his _c_o_c_k_.
Finally the young man could stand it no longer. Wincing as he rolled over onto his back and his sore buttocks contacted the sheets, he pushed his briefs down until the elastic waistband caught underneath his aching balls. Jeff gripped his shaft tightly and began stroking the rigid rod, his breath coming faster as his masturbating elicited waves of lustful sensations.
The youth sat up, gulping in surprise, as the door opposite his bed swung briskly open and Dr. Payne strode into the room! Blushing furiously, Jeff jerked his briefs up to cover his engorged balls and steel-hard _c_o_c_k_. "I suggest you push those back down and finish what you've started, Jeff," Payne said calmly, setting down the bag he carried and seating himself on the chest at the foot of the bed.
"What? -- I, I can't do that! -- " the youth stammered in embarrassment and confusion, conscious of his rigidly-obvious _c_o_c_k_ distending the fabric of his briefs.
"Yes, you can, Jeff. And you will, right now. I don't intend to have your punishment minimized by any distractions, and that is clearly a distraction," the doctor announced firmly, gesturing toward the enormous bulge tenting the pouch of Jeff's undershorts. "And it will give me the opportunity to observe and make sure that you're developing properly. Finish what you started, young man. Now!" Payne ordered.
His face nearly purpling with embarrassment, Jeff realized his guardian meant what he said. Closing his eyes, the young man lay back on the bed and tugged down his briefs again. His rigid _c_o_c_k_ sprang upright to slap tightly against his abdomen, and Jeff again gripped the aching pole and began stroking. His _c_o_c_k_ was harder than he'd ever felt it before, and the desperate need for the relief of a orgasm was so powerful that it overcame his unwillingness at masturbating in front of his guardian.
It didn't take long. As Payne watched impassively, Jeff quickened his stroking. The doctor noted Jeff's scrotum tightening, his balls drawing up close to his body as orgasm came closer. Then, with a stifled moan, Jeff twitched and shuddered as his body was racked with a powerful climax. A stream of hot semen jetted from the tip of his _c_o_c_k_, gushing to splash on the youth's neck and shoulders, followed by jet after jet that splattered his chest and belly. Jeff dropped his still-hard _c_o_c_k_, panting with the exertion and relief. Doctor Payne smiled to himself -- he knew that "relief" would be shortlived!
The young man opened his eyes and again flushed darkly in discomfiture, seeing the thin smile on Payne's face as the man viewed his semen-spattered nakedness. "Take off those briefs and clean yourself up with them, Jeff. It's time we got down to business," the doctor ordered. The youth slipped his briefs down and off, and wiped the sticky splashes from his body as Payne retrieved the bag he'd set down earlier. Jeff looked on in shock as the tall man removed two paddles from the bag. Paddles?!! Was his guardian going to beat him?!
Holding the limber leather handle in one hand, Doctor Payne tapped the broad, flat leather paddle against the palm of his other hand as he spoke to Jeff. "I've tried one kind of discipline after another with you, young man," he said, his voice growing louder, "And so far nothing has worked. Now we're going to move from theory to practice! Since I can't seem to teach the hemispheres at your top end, I'm going to teach the hemispheres at the bottom end!" he announced, finishing his sentence with a forceful slap of the paddle against his palm that sounded a ringing CRACK! in the room, and made Jeff jump in startled surprise.
Jeff watched, speechless with shock, as Doctor Payne seated himself on the edge of the bed, spread his knees apart, and tapped his right thigh with the paddle. "Right here, right now, Jeff. Bend over my knee -- you're going to get the spanking of your life! he commanded.
"But -- spanking, I'm too old for spanking! And my butt is sore from those shots! This isn't fair!" the youth protested angrily. "You don't know the meaning of a 'sore butt' yet, young man! You will when I'm through! Every word you say is just going to make it worse. Bend over NOW!" Doctor Payne ordered with a shout.
Stamping his feet in frustration and anger, the well-built youth marched over to his guardian and draped himself across the man's muscular thighs, his still-rigid _c_o_c_k_ pressed tightly against the silky surface of Doctor Payne's gabardine trousers. Carefully, Payne arranged the naked boy across his lap, spreading Jeff's legs and adjusting his body so his bottom was presented properly, with a clear aim at the tender undersides of the smooth cheeks and the rich supply of nerve-endings there, and easy access to the youth's dangling balls should the need to restrain him arise! Jeff jerked slightly as the chill surface of the leather paddle was gently laid on his bare bottom. "Yes, Jeff, I know it feels cold right now. We'll just take care of that little problem," Payne said, raising the paddle high over his head and taking aim at the young man's unblemished, round bottom....................
(to be continued...)