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Henry always hated spring.
Not just because of his allergies, though those were bad enough, but because spring meant that it was time for the yearly physicals.
Henry had spent plenty of time in the medical office at St. Helen’s Boarding School for Boys. His allergies, along with the numerous medical incidences, often landed him with a trip to Dr. Stern.
Henry didn’t mind Dr. Stern most of the time. In fact, he was mostly useful, like sneaking Henry extra snacks or letting him skip class when his allergies acted up.
Sometimes, however, Dr. Stern’s interest in him felt oddly personal. The yearly physical was one of those instances.
As Henry walked into the exam room that sat on the edge of the boy’s dormitory, he was greeted with a warm smile from Dr. Stern.
“Come on in, take a seat.” Dr. Stern’s voice was always gentle when talking to him. “How are you feeling today, Henry?”
“I’m okay.” Henry sat on the exam table, watching as the older man reached for the latex gloves, pulling them on and scrunching his fingers to stretch them out.
Dr. Stern didn’t give him a warning before his cold hands pressed against his neck. Henry shivered, feeling the hands rub up his collarbone to the lymph nodes under his chin. He kept perfectly still, letting Dr. Stern do the moving.
“Open your mouth.” Dr. Stern’s thumb pressed against Henry’s lips, waiting. He let his jaw fall open, eyes scrunching as the thumb pushed down on his tongue. The doctor’s other fingers curled under Henry’s chin, steering his face around to get a better look inside.
Henry kept his eyes focused on a medical poster on the far side of the room, breathing through his nose as Dr. Stern twisted his hand, fingers rubbing over the roof of his mouth. An odd tingle ran down Henry’s back, making him twitch again. Henry’s gaze flicked back over to the doctor, whose neutral expression didn’t waver behind his wire glasses.
“You’re looking good, Henry.” Dr. Stern drew his hands back, reaching to grab a light that laid on a nearby table. He shined it in Henry’s peripheral, continuing to talk. “You know, now that you’re older, we really ought to do more thorough examinations. Especially because of your health.” The doctor brushed dark hair from Henry’s face.
Henry looked at him cautiously, “What kind of examination?”
Dr. Stern stepped back, fiddling with the medical chair. Two leg rests popped out from the sides, swinging to the front where he locked them into place. “Do you know what a prostate is, Henry?”
Henry stared at him.
“It’s this little organ.” Dr. Stern curled his index finger against his thumb in a small circle. “Inside you. It’s only in men. Now that you’re older, you need to start checking it regularly so that we know everything is good. But that’s okay, because I can do it for you.” He turned towards the cabinets, digging through them. “I just need you to take your clothes off for me.”
Henry swallowed, taking off his shirt. Dr. Stern glanced at him, then gave a short laugh. “Oh, I meant the pants, but that’s okay, you can keep that off.” Henry shrugged off his pants, staring at the doctor.
“Underwear too.” Dr. Stern rolled over on his doctor’s stool. He didn’t wait for Henry to strip this time, eagerly grabbing the fabric. The edge of his mouth quirked as Henry was naked.
Grabbing his legs, Dr. Stern placed them on the spread leg rests, as if it were a gynecologist appointment. Henry had never felt so exposed, ears turning red as his hands reached down to cup his dick and balls.
“You’re going to need to relax for this, okay?” Dr. Stern slathered something over his gloves. It looked thick and sticky.
Dr. Stern reached his hand down, sliding his slick fingers over Henry’s hole. Henry jolted, kicking up into the chair.
“Wait, you’re going there?”
Dr. Stern grabbed him by the leg, pulling him back down. “Yes, hold still.”
Henry winced as he felt the finger press into him, gripping the sides of the chair. Even with the jelly on the doctor’s fingers, it burned as it went in. Henry’s toes curled, taking sharp inhales as the doctor pressed the rest of the way in.
“Sometimes it’s hard to find.” The doctor hummed. “It would help if I knew where it was. Have you ever touched yourself here, Henry?”
Henry shook his head quickly, hair sticking to the sweat that appeared on his brow.
“I’ll just have to explore then.” As he pulled the finger out, he slid another one with it as he went back in. The feeling was foreign, full. The tips of his fingers rubbed along Henry’s insides, making him feel weird.
Henry lurched forward as something was hit, groaning as sparks radiated up to his stomach. His legs shook, staying sitting up as he looked at the doctor.
“What was that?” He cringed at his own voice. It sounded young, frightened.
Dr. Stern gave him a gentle smile, keeping his voice soft, “That was your prostate.” He glanced down. “Don’t worry, Henry, everything you’re feeling is completely normal.”
Henry followed his gaze down, surprised to see that he was semi-hard.
“We’ll continue now.” Dr. Stern rubbed along the spot again, making Henry bite back a whimper. His dick twitched again, growing harder as the new pleasure settled in his stomach.
Dr. Stern reached his other hand up to Henry’s balls, specifically avoiding Henry’s erection. He supposed he was thankful for that at least. “How often do you masturbate?” He asked, massaging them.
“I don’t know.” Henry squeezed his eyes tight, trying to ignore the strange sensations.
Dr. Stern curled his fingers into the spot, causing Henry’s dick to twitch again. It was painfully hard against his stomach, red from lack of touch. “You can be honest with me.”
Henry pursed his lips, shaking his head, “I don’t know, three times a week?”
“That’s pretty normal for a boy your age.” The massage on Henry’s balls continued. “It’s also perfectly okay to touch yourself down here too, if you like it.”
Henry shook his head quickly, trying to ignore it.
“It looks like you like it, Henry.”
The fingers inside him picked up the pace, pounding relentlessly. Henry couldn’t help but moan, pressing his head back into the chair. He felt the familiar desire in his stomach, unwillingly chasing it to the edge. His dick throbbed, desperate for friction. Dr. Stern rode the massage up to the base of Henry’s dick and it was enough.
The cum squirted fast, catching air as it landed on Henry’s face and chest. He grimaced as it dripped down his lips and cheek.
“A bit quick, but that’s okay.” Dr. Stern pulled his fingers out, taking off his gloves and throwing them in the trash. Henry tried to wipe his face with his arm, but just ended up smearing it around as he watched the doctor write something down. He pulled on his clothes, not caring if they got stained with cum as long as he didn’t have to be naked anymore.
“Am I good to go then?” Henry asked, glancing at the door.
“Yes, just one more thing.” The doctor tore off a piece of paper. “I’m going to recommend weekly checks.” Dr. Stern pushed up his glasses. “Just for your health, Henry.”