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Excerpt from "Checkup":

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.