Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Mack slumped on the table when it seemed to get smaller and glided easily into him. A click got his attention, and then warm water gushed through the thick tube. “Wait. Stop. I don’t need this kind of medicine.”
“Dr. Richards knows exactly what you need and now, so do I, Little boy. I’m very sorry you didn’t share that your tummy hurt. We can manage this easily with regular treatments.”
“I don’t like this,” Mack pleaded as his stomach started to cramp. Despite the discomfort, his cock hardened to feel like steel. The pressure was arousing, even though he didn’t want to respond.
“Rub his tummy gently in a counterclockwise motion. That will help spread the medicine deep and keep the cramps at bay,” Dr. Richards advised and demonstrated.
“Daddy, I’m not really sick. I don’t need this,” Mack tried to convince him.
“You are running a fever, and your throat is very red. Your sinuses are very tender. Have you been blowing your nose?” Dr. Richards asked.
“It’s all green,” Mack admitted.
“That’s what I saw when I looked up your nose. I’d bet you started having headaches a few days ago but didn’t say anything. The sinus infection worsened, and all that gunk dripped down your throat, inflaming it. You’ll need some antibiotics and rest. I’m going to give you some spray for your throat. Would you like it now?” Dr. Richards asked, as if nothing out of the normal was happening to his patient.
“Please,” Mack whispered.
Dr. Richards stripped off his gloves as he turned to check the status of the bag. “You’re doing a very good job, Mack. I know your Daddy is proud of you.”
“You’re going to feel so much better, Mackie. Aren’t you glad you came to see Dr. Richards?” Grey prompted as the doctor removed the plastic around a bottle.
“Thank you, Dr. Richards.”
“Helping Littles feel better is what I do, Mack. Here. Open your mouth and let me hit those sore spots.” Dr. Richards squirted a generous amount of the minty mixture into his throat. “Better?”
Mack nodded gratefully.
“I have another patient who’s just arrived. I’ll get him settled and be right back,” Dr. Richards said. “Grey, click this to trap the medicine in Mack’s tummy when it finishes, and call my name.”
He walked out the door, leaving it partially open. Mack heard him greeting someone. “Hunter. Come in and let me get that stitched up. You need to screen your clients better, Little boy.”
“He didn’t know that woman who wanted a ladybug on her hip didn’t know what being a lady was all about,” a familiar voice defended the wounded party.
“Thanks, Zoey. Dr. Richards is right. I have to stay on my toes. Sometimes dealing with the public is hard. I don’t have to get a shot, do I?”
“I’m afraid so, Hunter. How can a Little boy who tattoos people be afraid of needles?” Dr. Richards teased.
The voices faded away and Mack knew they were in the other exam room. He couldn’t see out the door because of the blanket. Grey blocked most of him from their view, but Mack was sure they’d seen him. A lot of him.
“Could you close the door, Daddy?”
“Dr. Richards needs to hear me call him. It’s okay. No one worries about silly things in this doctor’s office. Everyone here is a Little, Daddy, or Mommy. I am sure they’ve all had bottom medicine.”
Mack thought about that for a bit. It was hard to concentrate with all that liquid filling his abdomen. Grey’s touch helped some. He looked up when a gurgle came from the bag.
His Daddy moved to close the clamp on the hose before returning to gently rub on Mack’s tummy. Dr. Richards appeared in the doorway with a syringe.
“Grey, this is a good time for Mack to orgasm. That will draw the medicine deeper and make it more effective. It is also good for a Little boy to enjoy going to the doctor’s office.”
Without hesitating, Grey coated his fingers with lubricant and wrapped his fingers around Mack’s shaft. “You are so hard, Little boy. I think you’re enjoying your treatment.”
“No, Daddy. I don’t like this,” Mack wailed.
“Don’t lie to Daddy. I think you like things in your bottom.”
“Yes,” Mack whispered.
“And you like having medicine to make you feel good, right?”
“Not like this,” Mack protested.
“Littles absorb more medicine through their bottoms than in their tummies. You’ve already admitted your tummy is having some problems. We don’t want to depend on something that’s not working well, right?”
Mack tried to pay attention to his words, but Grey’s hands pulled firmly on his cock. One hand gliding from root to tip before the other took over. He varied the speed, frustrating Mack.
“Daddy, faster.”
“Faster, please, Little boy.” Grey corrected his manners.
“Please!”
“What a polite Little boy,” Dr. Richards said, stepping into the room. He stopped by Grey’s side and watched him stimulate Mack. He reached forward and Mack felt part of the tube swell inside him. It pushed on something that sent thrilling sensations through him.