The twins, Sam and Kyle, were ten years old. They sat together on the edge of the cot in the pediatrician’s small office, swinging their legs over the side. Both looked angelic, with soft, pale hair and wide blue eyes. Their mother stood impatiently to one side, tapping her foot.
With a soft click, the exam-room door opened and the young doctor came in, a man in his late twenties with immaculate short dark hair that contrasted against his white lab coat. He looked down at the clipboard in his hands, then looked up at the boys with a smile. “Hey Sam, Kyle,” he said. “How’s it going? Why don’t you two get undressed so we can start the exam?”
“I’m sorry Dr. Taki,” interrupted their mother, “but do I need to stay for the exam? I have some important errands to run and not a lot of time. Can I just come pick them up once I’m done?”
“Of course,” said the doctor. “With both of them, it should take a while anyway. I’ll send a nurse to sit with them out in the waiting room when we’re done in here. You can pick them up from there.”
“Wonderful,” said the harried woman. She leaned down and kissed each boy on the cheek. “You be good and do what the doctor says,” she told them. Then, with a swoosh of her skirt and a hike of her purse to her shoulder, she breezed out the door.
The doctor shut it behind her with a soft but firm click, and turned the door latch to lock it. He smiled at the boys, who looked nervous. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?” he asked.
Hesitantly, the boys began to disrobe, lifting their shirts over their heads with some trepidation, and then dropping their pants quickly, embarrassed.
Sam finished first and the doctor smiled, moving over to him and running his hands over the child’s body. He listened to the boy’s heart and took his pulse, looked in his ears, eyes, and mouth. By the time this was done his brother had finished disrobing, and the doctor looked him over as well. When he had finished the same examinations on Kyle’s body, he let his hands linger on the child’s ribs, dragging his fingers slowly down each ridge as the child’s body rose and fell with breath underneath the digits.
“I have a few more tests for you boys,” he said. And his hand trailed leisurely down the boy’s stomach and into his lap, touching the small penis. Kyle gasped at the contact and blushed, looking down. “Come now,” said the doctor, “no need to be shy. Look, I’m sure your brother can be brave about it.”
He placed his free hand in Sam’s lap and began to fondle his penis as well. Sam squeezed his eyes shut but, not wanting to look weak in front of his brother, he clenched his jaw shut and made no sound.
Dr. Taki continued to stroke the boys, teasing their small members with nimble, delicate fingers. First Sam and then Kyle began to grow hard under his touch. Still embarrassed, they would not look at the doctor.
“Now now,” said the doctor, “it is nothing to be ashamed of. Look.” He removed his hands from their laps and unzipped his pants, pulling out his own member, which was beginning to grow very hard indeed. The large organ throbbed in the open air. The doctor stroked it once with his hand and smiled. “See?” he said. “I’ll let you do it to me, too, so you won’t be afraid. You can touch mine just like I’m touching yours.”
He stepped forward and replaced his hands in the boys’ laps, his fingers casually fondling their testicles, as each boy reached hesitantly forward and brushed their small hands over the doctor’s erect cock. They stared in fascination as it grew larger and stiffened, almost as though it was reaching for them.
With a last gentle squeeze of each boy’s phallus, the doctor released them and smiled. “Turn over,” he instructed. “Now I am going to check your butts. Lie on your stomachs please.”
The two boys obediently turned and lay over the cot on their stomachs. Behind them, the doctor walked over to a cabinet and removed a pair of latex gloves, which he slid on, and a small metal tube. He daintily spread a small dab from the tube onto his fingers, a clear jelly that coated the gloved digits, and rubbed the substance around. Then he went back to the boys, whose asses were so nicely arrayed for him.
With a smile, the doctor pushed the pointer finger of each hand into the boys’ anuses. They both gasped simultaneously at the unusual cold sensation as Dr. Taki pushed the finger back and forth inside each of them. Suddenly Sam moaned, as though the doctor had hit something special within him. Dr. Taki smiled. “That is called your prostate, Sam,” he said. “It’s important to get it checked out regularly.”
He withdrew the pointer fingers from both boys, only to replace them with two digits from each hand, the returning pointer and the middle finger. With two fingers inserted into each boy, he scissored them and stretched their anuses widely, getting them used to accommodating the digits. The boys squirmed under his ministrations, but neither cried out.
Finally the doctor took pity on their writhing forms and regretfully withdrew his fingers. He stepped back, intending to take off his gloves and order the boys to put their pants back on, but he paused. It was an enticing sight, the image of the two boys’ bare asses laid out across the table like a buffet. He found he could not resist.
“I’m afraid that I’m going to have to check more thoroughly,” he told them. “The fingers weren’t big enough. Now be prepared, this will feel a little strange. But you’re big boys, right? You don’t feel any kind of pain, I’m sure.”
His erect penis, still free from confinement, seemed almost to sniff the air in anticipation. He moved over to Sam, lying on the left, and took hold of the boy’s hips. With a little maneuvering, he positioned the head of his penis to rest at the boy’s anus. Then, with a thrust of his pelvis, he began to push into the boy.
The boy cried out at the first penetration, but then stifled himself, remembering that he was supposed to be able to bear the pain. After that he only whimpered through clenched teeth as Dr. Taki ruthlessly pushed his way into the boy’s anus inch by sliding inch. Dr. Taki watched in fascination as the boy’s anus spread wide to accommodate the girth of his large member as the cock speared him. The little asshole seemed almost to be swallowing him in, as though greedily welcoming the intrusion. He drew it out as long as he could, sliding ecstatically into the boy at a slow, burning pace until finally the fabric of his pants brushed against the boy’s naked ass. He sighed with satisfaction as he paused, seated deep inside the boy.
Then, with a fortifying breath, he began to give the boy sharp, full-length thrusts, slamming powerfully into the tight anus. Sam whimpered only at the first thrust, then stifled the noise. After five deep, powerful repetitions of Dr. Taki’s cock ramming into the tight entrance, the doctor withdrew almost regretfully. “Your brother’s turn,” he announced.
He stepped over to Kyle, who had risen onto his elbow to watch what was happened to Sam. When the doctor strode over to him, he lay down on his stomach once more, and Dr. Taki could see how he was bracing himself for the penetration, determined to outdo his brother.
He smiled and positioned himself once again outside the second small anus. This time however, there was no slow, tortuous penetration, but a swift rough spearing of the boy on his cock. Kyle was not prepared for the roughness and gasped as the phallus slammed home, impaling him. He shook his head with a whimper as the doctor proceeded to give this one ten deep strokes of his penis to the other boy’s five. Kyle’s fingers clenched on the edge of the barely-padded cot as the violent motion rocked him forward, but he gritted his teeth and did not cry out again.
Dr. Taki finally withdrew, and looked once again at the delicious arrangement provided him. He smiled. “You might want to try this out yourselves sometimes at home, to make sure you stay healthy,” he told them. “Let me show you how. Sit up for a moment.”
The boys turned over and sat gingerly on their sore bottoms. Dr. Taki grasped Sam’s shoulders and made him lie on his back lengthwise on the table. He grasped one of the boy’s legs in each hand right under his knees and pressed them back against the boy’s chest. “Hold these,” he instructed. Sam grasped his legs.
“Now,” he told Kyle, “take your penis like I took mine, and push it into his anus. That’s his butt.”
Kyle looked uncertain, but with one hand on his back and one hand on the small member, Dr. Taki guided him to his brother’s entrance. Then he pushed sharply on Kyle’s back, forcing him suddenly forward and into his brother. Both boys gasped as Kyle’s penis slid into Sam’s asshole without much resistance. When he was buried all the way, Kyle stopped, unsure what to do next.
“Pull out a little bit, then push back in,” the doctor encouraged. Kyle nodded and did as he was told, thrusting into his brother. “That’s it,” said the doctor.
With growing confidence, Kyle began to fuck his brother, pulling his small penis out a little bit and then thrusting forward with sudden jerks. Under him, a small moan escaped Sam’s lips.
“I feel funny,” Kyle suddenly said, whimpering.
The doctor smiled. “You’re almost ready to come. Don’t worry, it’s a good thing. Hold on though. You can make each other come all you want at home, but the first time I want to do it just to make sure you know how, okay?” Kyle nodded.
“Pull out of your brother,” the doctor instructed. Kyle slowly withdrew his painfully stiff member from his brother’s anus. Sam whimpered once more as it came out.
“I want to go back in,” Kyle protested. “It felt good.”
“I know,” said the doctor, “but we’re going to do this a little bit differently. Both of you sit up for a moment.”
The boys did as they were told, Sam wincing as he was once again made to sit on his increasingly sore bottom. The doctor grabbed Sam around the middle and lifted him off the table. “Lie down,” he instructed Kyle.
His breathing grown heavy, Kyle complied, lying complacently on his back on the exam table. His penis stuck rigidly into the air, weepingly bereft.
The doctor smiled and positioned Sam over the exposed member, handling him carefully until he was positioned just right, and then practically dropping him onto the impaling spear of his brother’s phallus. Sam cried out as his own weight forced his brother’s member deep inside him.
The doctor smiled. “Lean forward,” he told Sam. Sam did so with a whimper, his bare, sweating chest pressing against Kyle’s. Levering himself up with one knee, the doctor mounted the table behind the boys and placed his own penis at Sam’s entrance, above Kyle’s small member. “Are you ready?” he asked them. Both boys nodded.
Dr. Taki proceeded to once again slowly penetrate Sam’s anus, this time scraping his member roughly along the length of Kyle’s, already buried inside. Sam’s anus stretched wide once more to accommodate him. ‘Greedy little whore,’ thought Dr. Taki, but did not say it.
The boy’s anus eagerly swallowed him with obscene wet noises, until Dr. Taki’s length was sheathed completely within him and he could accommodate no more.
“Move with me,” he said to Kyle, and began a series of rough thrusts into Sam. Kyle copied as best he could, struggling to keep up with the more mature rhythm the doctor set. Together they impaled him, rocking into his anus in waves with tidal force. Sam began to moan in rhythm to their thrusts as each motion sunk them deep inside, filling him completely. His head tossed wantonly, in desperation.
Dr. Taki reached around underneath the boys and found Kyle’s unoccupied anus with his fingers. Brutally, he shoved two gloved digits from each hand into the un-suspecting boy, penetrating him at the same moment as the two of them thrust into his brother. When they withdrew from Sam, he withdrew his fingers, only to insert three from each hand at the next thrust, and then four.
Finally he was pressing both gloved hands at once into the little boy’s anus, up to the base of his thumbs. At each thrust he would push his hands into the boy, shoving him forward and deeper into his brother. Then he would pull them back out to the knuckles as they withdrew, only to shove them in once again on the next thrust. He was a bit worried that the boy would not be able to take it, that it was too thick for him, but his fingers were well lubricated, and they slid in and out tightly, but without too much friction.
Suddenly Kyle cried out, and Dr. Taki felt the boy’s seed spurting into his brother against his own cock. He smiled and withdrew his hands from Kyle’s anus. With a few quick motions he drew Kyle out from under Sam and flipped the second boy so that Sam was lying on his back on the table. Then he placed Kyle on the table once more, lower than Sam. He pushed the boy’s head down to his brother’s penis. “Suck on him,” he instructed hoarsely, “until he comes like you did. Don’t use your teeth.”
Obediently, Kyle lowered his head and placed his mouth over his brother’s small, rigidly erect penis. His position put his ass just at the end of the table, and Dr. Taki got off of the cot to stand behind him. With a grunt of pleasure, he slipped his cock into Kyle’s ass once more and began to pound away, feeling himself closing in on his orgasm. Kyle’s anus was very well-stretched by this point, and the doctor’s large penis slid in and out of him with almost no effort at all. He sped up his thrusts with a harsh grin, slamming into the boy at a ridiculous speed. Dully he made out the sound of Sam’s cry as he came into his brother’s mouth, and then he was orgasming inside the boy, filling him with copious amounts of seed.
With a sigh, the doctor pulled himself from Kyle’s anus and went back over to the storage cabinet. As he rummaged about in the drawers, he told the boys, “please stand on the floor, but don’t put your clothes back on just yet.”
When he finally located the object of his search, the two boys were standing naked on the floor, watching him. The doctor smiled at them. “Turn around,” he instructed. Both boys did so.
The doctor knelt down and placed a wad of cotton balls over each boy’s anus, pressing a little piece of it inside them to make it stay. “That’s to soak up the cum when it leaks out of you,” he told the boys. “Otherwise it’ll make a mess. It’s always important to clean up after yourselves. You can put your clothes back on now.”
As the boys dressed, the doctor pulled his gloves off and threw them into the trashcan. “Now boys,” he said, “there’s a thing called doctor-patient confidentiality, okay? It means that you’re not supposed to talk about what goes on in the doctor’s office to someone who wasn’t there, okay? Do you understand?”
The boys nodded and the doctor smiled, reaching out his hands to ruffle their hair. “That’s my boys,” he said. “I’m going to call the nurse to take you to the waiting room. We’ll see if she can get you some soft pillows to sit on too.” As he opened the door, he glanced down at the clipboard. “It looks like you two are scheduled for your next checkup in six months. But I’m going to recommend to your mother that we get you back in here again sooner.”