They sat across from each other at the kitchen table, finishing off a delicious dinner that was enriched with the anticipation both men felt for the evening ahead.
"Did you tell him to wear his uniform, tonight, Unkie?" Neffew asked the older man.
"Well, yes! Certainly I did!" Unkie replied a twinkle in his eye. "That IS part of the wonderful attraction of the whole idea of tonight, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir, it is!" Neffew replied. "And I can't wait for him to get here!" Neffew squirmed in his seat.
"Well, you HAVE to wait - unless you want me to warm up on YOU!" Unkie said in a mock-threatening manner!
There was nothing "mock" or false about Neffew's response of near panic as he replied, "Oh, no! Surely I've taken ENOUGH punishment today!"
Unkie chuckled. Indeed the boy HAD had more than a share of punishment on this fine day.
After the incident with Officer Ken (that was his name) Unkie and Neffew had proceeded as planned to the doctor's office. There the freshly bathed "boy" was told to undress to his underpants and wait for the doctor.
As the two of them sat in the examination room - the fully clothed Unkie sitting in a regular chair while Neffew squirmed around, seated on the end of the examination table in his little tight white briefs - Neffew began the kind of teasing for Unkie that had caused the trouble earlier in the day.
Mostly he kept presenting the sight of his firm little bottom to the older man, as if inviting him to spank him again. Unkie became quite annoyed with Neffew - or at least it appeared so.
"Listen, young man," he said, firmly. "If you don't stop that right now, you will not be sitting down as we drive home because your bottom will be too SORE to sit down."
The "boy's" pale face blushed at the threat, but who could say exactly what emotional state he was in. This whole situation was, after all, created solely for the erotic entertainment it would provide for BOTH men, and anyone else who fell in their path, as had the policeman. So was he afraid of further punishment? Well, yes and no! And did he ENJOY being spanked? Again, yes and no, although the "yes" was stronger than the "no," in that case.
Further incident was prevented by a tap on the door, and the doctor's entrance into the examination room. He smiled at the sight of the two men with whom he had had frequent medical dealings.
The doctor was 32 years old, with straight blond hair, slightly rumpled, and pale blue eyes - and a perfect, clear complexion. (This perfection of complexion extended to other parts of his body, as both Neffew and Unkie knew full well, although from all appearances he was behaving just as any doctor would examining any youngster brought in by a kindly uncle.
"So what have we here?" he asked in his rich baritone voice. "Is someone sick today?"
Neffew looked up from a slightly lowered face, either intimidated or flirtatious, you choose which. "I'm not sick!" he said. "HE made me come here for a check-up!" and he rolled his eyes at Unkie, who now assumed an expression of impatience and mild anger.
"The boy just needs looking over, doctor," said the older man. "You know the sort of thing I mean."
"Indeed I do!" said the doctor jovially. "You just sit still, young fellow, while I listen to your heart beat."
He pressed the cold metal stethoscope onto Neffew's warm chest.
"Oooooooo," burbled the boy. "It's cold!" and he squirmed a bit. Doctor gripped the boy's thigh with a very firm left hand.
"You just sit still! Now!" and his forceful tone silenced the young man sitting on the table.
"Everything sounds fine in there! Now just lie back on the table!" Unkie had a view straight across the upper surface of Neffew's body as he lay back. He couldn't help but notice that Neffew's _c_o_c_k_ was hard and pounding, tenting up the front of his briefs. Oh boy! Trouble ahead!
The doctor placed both hands on the boy, pressing firmly here and there on his neck, then moving down to his taut belly. After pressing at both sides of his belly, the doctor gingerly took hold of the waistband of Neffew's briefs and slipped his hands underneath them pressing his abdomen again and again as his medically licensed hands slipped lower and lower inside the boy's briefs. He pretended to take no notice of the hard adult _c_o_c_k_ that kept getting in the way of his examination and in fact, grew yet harder every time his hands brushed it or moved it aside.
He then let the waistband snap back into place as well as it could. Resting a hand casually over Neffew's balls in the briefs, the doctor said, "So far, so good. Now get up on your hands and knees."
Neffew scurried to obey. This was the inevitable conclusion of the exam that he both loved and hated. The doctor ran an easy palm across the boy's cotton covered bottom and then said, "Well, down these go!" and taking hold of the briefs at the waist at both sides, he lowered them to just above the boy's knees.
The doctor admired the white smooth firm butt of this young man, masquerading as a child. The many times he had seen "Neffew" or Tommy, as he was known in public, working out at the YMCA (and spending a LOT of time in the shower!) paid off in a firm and shapely bottom! Ah - but the game must continue!
"Relax your bottom, boy, and move you knees as far apart as you can!"
Hampered by the elastic waistband of the briefs, Neffew could only move his knees a few inches apart. Meanwhile, the doctor donned a latex examination glove, snapping it on finger by finger and then letting the wrist of the glove snap sharply against his own wrist.
Who was having the most fun here? Certainly Unkie enjoyed the view from where he sat, and the doctor was able to let his fantasies, accumulated over several years' practice which included many rectal and genital examinations of young high school athletes, have free rein. But surely it was ultimately Tommy or Neffew who enjoyed it most, being the center of attention. But there was no question about it - fun for all three!
Doctor squeezed an excessively generous gob of KY jelly unto his pointer finger and using his left hand to separate the boy's buttcheeks, he prepared to insert the finger inside the smooth bottom, for a MOST thorough exam. Neffew gasped as the finger slid into his butt: he NEVER became accustomed to that wonderful sensation! Then he gasped again as the doctor wiggled his finger around in every direction, prodding the boys innards in many explosive, wonderful ways.
Then, as quickly as it had entered, the finger withdrew, the boy's sphincter trying to no avail to hold it in place. Then the doctor took an over-sized rectal thermometer from the counter (what in the world was this monster for? A horse? An elephant?) and again coating it with Vaseline, he began working it inch by inch into Tommy's bottom.
Now the boy began seriously wriggling in truly uncontrollable response to the extreme sensations of this giant cylinder working in and out always gradually deeper.
Finally it rested deep within him, only the large bulb handle protruding. "Now," said the doctor, "we need to give that a few moments to cook in there!" He winked at Unkie, who was smiling with flushed face.
Neffew felt like his entire body was throbbing as his _c_o_c_k_ poked his belly, hard and red. As usual this aroused organ was not left long unattended.
"There seems to be a problem - hmmmm - (clearing his throat) underNEATH him, doc," Unkie pointed out.
Doctor lowered his head quizzically to peer under the boys belly and he exclaimed, "Indeed there DOES!" at the sight of the palpating purple head of the young man's hard _c_o_c_k_.
He took his still greasy gloved hand and grasped the hot member, pulling it down firmly so it pointed straight down at the table. Well, straight as it COULD with the amount of impolite curve it assumed in its agitated state. Then he let it go so that it bounced back up and smacked loudly and wetly on Neffew's flat belly.
The doctor returned his hand to the thermometer, passing it between his fingers and resting his palm firmly on the boy's butt. "There ALSO seems to be an abnormal redness to the boy's backside! A rash, perhaps!"
"Oh," Unkie explained. "There WAS a rash of sorts - rash behavior on the boy's part leading to his firm discipline, which explains the redness there on his bottom!"
The doctor chuckled, imagining briefly the scene that had transpired. He now moved around so that he was between Unkie and Neffew, facing his "young" patient.
This was his most active move in the little scene the three men improvised. It signaled Unkie to lean forward and begin massaging his medical butt as he continued to examine the boy on the table.
He moved his pelvis in a circular "grind," as the older man's hands fondled and squeezed it. What a gratifying profession he had!
As this attention continued, he slowly withdrew the thermometer. Wiping it with a tissue, he read it, a frown on his face. "Well, only a SLIGHT elevation of temperature," he commented, knowing full well the slight elevation was natural in the young man's aroused state.
Neffew turned around and attempted to restore his seated position at the end of the table. This practically stuck his hard _c_o_c_k_ in the doctor's mouth but the medical man backed away slightly, giving Unkie even greater access to his muscular backside. A bit more motion backwards and leaning forward, and he would have found himself sitting on the OLDER man's lap, with the YOUNGER man's _c_o_c_k_ in his mouth! What a thought!
But now he righted himself and grasping Tommy around the middle returned him to hands and knees position, giving his butt a smart slap with the Vaseline and glove encased hand. The "SMACK!" of the swat resounded musically in the quiet of the exam room.
"You turn around when I TELL you to!" he exclaimed. "First I believe a little reminder of where your _c_o_c_k_y behavior gets you is in order."
He gave the little bare butt several more firms swats, only reddening a bit as "unkie's" hands skirted around to the front of his torso, unzipping his pants under the white medical jacket. Soon enough Unkie had the doctor's prick in hand shaking it, squeezing and twisting it meanly. Just how he liked it. This only enraged and encouraged the doctor to step up his punishment of the wayward lad upon the table.
Tommy's _c_o_c_k_ meanwhile was near explosion, as soon enough the doctor's would also be! As for the state of Unkie's _c_o_c_k_ - well, that was HIS secret, he being after all the most mature and most in control of this shifting improvisational scene.
(TO BE CONTINUED - E-mail if you want more!)