Chapter 13

CHAPTER 13

I n a matter of seconds, Mack found his feet and calves elevated and tethered into place displaying his privates and bottom completely. When he leaned down to unfasten one of the ties, Dr. Richards quickly restrained that hand to the side of the exam bed. Grey followed suit immediately.

“Hey. Let me go. This isn’t right,” Mack croaked.

“Take some deep breaths, Mackie. You’re okay. No one is hurting you,” Grey assured him.

Mack watched Dr. Richards hand Grey a pair of exam gloves and his Daddy put them on without asking any questions. “Please,” he whispered.

“I promise this will help you feel better.” Dr. Richards rubbed the inside of his thigh reassuringly. “I bet if you’re honest, your tummy hurts at least a couple times a week.”

Mack started to shake his head, but Grey was watching him with that look that meant he already knew the truth but was waiting to see if Mack would lie. He had to nod.

“You shouldn’t have a tummy ache. I can fix that and teach your Daddy to make sure it doesn’t happen anymore. Doesn’t that sound like a better idea?”

When Mack nodded, Dr. Richards added, “Littles often don’t tell their Mommies and Daddies their tummies hurt because they’re embarrassed. I’m going to show your Daddy how to check so you don’t have to worry about it. Okay?”

“Okay,” Mack whispered.

“That’s a very good boy.” Dr. Richards squeezed a tube of lubricant to put a thick glob of the slippery material on the tip of two fingers and passed it over to Grey to repeat that action. “You haven’t been here to know, but good Littles get to choose a treasure from the chest in my office. Zoey loves to fill it with fun.”

The treasure promise didn’t distract his thoughts at all. Mack knew where those fingers were going to go. He was partially aroused from being naked in front of both men. Dr. Richards had already explored his bottom thoroughly. Now his Daddy was going to touch him?

Before Mack could say anything, Dr. Richards pressed his two fingers deep into Mack’s bottom and pressed on his abdomen. “You can feel it’s especially bad here and here. You check.”

When his fingers slipped away, Grey stepped between Mack’s widely spread legs. Mack bit his lip as his Daddy inserted his fingers and pressed around on his lower abdomen. He didn’t seem to feel the same thing Dr. Richards did.

“Press inside deeper with your left hand. Better,” Dr. Richards coached as Mack gasped at the feel of Grey’s thick fingers going so deep. Then the knowledgeable doctor took the time to guide Grey’s right hand across Mack’s tummy.

Groaning deeply as Grey found one of the distressed spots, he closed his eyes. Grey explored more and found several locations that were uncomfortable. “Got it. I know what I’m looking for. Thanks.”

“You’ll need a setup like this. A place where he can be restrained with his legs spread and at a ninety-degree angle. If you haven’t found Gordon’s shop, they have all sorts of furniture that you can add to a nursery.”

“I bought a racing car bed there. It has rods just for that purpose,” Grey told him.

“Zoey would be so jealous to know that you have that bed, Mack. She begged for days to get one. Of course, she wanted pink with silver racing stripes,” Dr. Richards said as Mack remembered the holes cut deep into the racecar frame.

Crap! He didn’t know what was coming next. It wouldn’t be good if they had to tie him down.

“I’m going to give you some medicine for your tummy first, Mack. Then, you’ll be able to absorb the medicine for your throat faster. We want you feeling better as quickly as possible. Right?”

Mack couldn’t argue with that. “Okay,” he croaked and shivered.

“Let’s start by getting you a blanket.”

Dr. Richards opened a cabinet and displayed a variety of colored blankets that looked so soft. “What’s your favorite color, Mack?”

“Red,” he answered eagerly.

The doctor pulled out a blanket that was red with animals all over it. Was that an otter? And a kangaroo?

“You get to keep this. Bring it back when you come visit and you can snuggle in it during your treatments,” Dr. Richards told him as he spread it over Mack’s chest and up over his raised legs to form a tent-like structure over his most intimate parts.

“It looks like Poutine and Hops,” Mack told him.

“You know, you can always bring your stuffies with you. They may have to sit in the chair, but they can cheer you on from there.”

Mack’s mouth rounded in an O. He’d never displayed Poutine before. Joanie definitely hadn’t seen her. If that was true, this was a very safe space.

“Zoey has at least four stuffies somewhere on her body,” Dr. Richards shared before waving Grey over to the counter.

The two men stripped off their gloves and whispered together as Dr. Richards pulled different bottles and boxes out of the cabinet. Mack closed his eyes. He was so tired. Tuning out the rustle and whoosh of water running, Mack drifted to sleep.

The feel of the exam table dropping away from his bottom woke Mack. He was perfectly secure on his back—especially with his feet in the stirrups. It just felt really strange. Like he was completely vulnerable to whatever would come next.

“Did you have a good nap, Mack? I’m sorry to wake you up. You’ll feel the nozzle going into your bottom. It will give you some tummy medicine.”

“What?” Mack looked down his body to see a large bulging bag hanging from a pole next to the table. A thick hose extended from the bottom and disappeared behind the blanket draped over his shins. He felt the tube pressing into his tight entrance and tried to tighten his muscles to keep it out.

“Don’t be naughty, Mack,” Grey warned, distracting him as a thick section stretched his bottom almost to the point of pain.

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.

Grey’s caresses increased and smoothed out to a quick pattern. Mack tried to hold back. It was simply impossible. With two people watching him, that pressing bulge, and holding all the liquid inside, Mack cried out, “I’m going to lose it.”

“Come, Little boy. I need to observe your reactions. Your bottom is sealed from inside. You won’t have an accident. You’re safe here,” Dr. Richards assured him and smoothed a hand over the inside of Mack’s thigh.

“Ahhh!” Mack saw his come hit the blanket that tented over him. He heard a few drops splat on the floor as he curled his body up from the table. As the powerful climax dwindled away, he slumped back to the padding. Mack was done.

“When he is ready to release the medicine inside him, help Mack to the toilet. It is through that door.” Dr. Richards pointed to Grey as he released Mack’s hands and feet.

The doctor patted Mack’s shoulder and told him, “You did so well, Little boy. Your Daddy and I are very proud of how brave you’ve been. Just let the liquid flow from you, don’t try to push it all out. When you’re ready, come back and lie down on the table.”

Mack nodded, unable to speak. His mind was completely blown. Despite the urge to use the bathroom, he couldn’t move yet.

The doctor disappeared out the door and Mack heard him say, “I bet that finger is numb now, Hunter.”

“Yes, Dr. Richards,” the masculine voice answered politely.