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Derek always made sure to get the hospital gown a size too small for the boys. One size probably doesn't seem like a lot, but when there are only 5 sizes, it make's quite an impact. One only needs to look at the boy in front of him now to see that.
Henry Carlson was a teenage boy of 14. His small, shapeless curves were hugged tight by garment that should've hung loose around him. Instead of the gown going down to his shins, it hung tight around his plump, enticing thighs. If Derek leaned down, he could've seen his cock. He looked uncomfortable. That expression only made Derek think he was hotter.
The small doctors office had an ugly green wallpaper, a small desk, where Derek sat, a bench for the parents, and an exam table covered in a thin sheet of white paper, which Henry was occupying currently. The back wall also had a small sink, and several cabinets. The smell of antiseptic drifted into the office from the neighboring rooms, and bright fluorescent lights both overhead and from a small desk lamp lit the office brightly.
Derek sat at his desk, staring intently at Henry, while he talked to his mom about his habits, sleep schedule, etc. He wasn't really paying attention. This was just a yearly checkup, nothing important. The only area of concern that Derek could identify was that Henry was a couple pounds overweight, but that wasn't a very big deal. In fact, judging by Henry's thighs, maybe Derek should recommend a diet with a calorie surplus.
No, what Derek was paying attention to was Henry's body. His long, graceful legs. The slight bulge in the hospital gown around his crotch. And of course, his fat ass. Derek could've started jacking off right now. He might've if it wasn't for the mom. Note to self to buy an enclosed desk, Derek thought as he quietly rubbed at his engorged dick through his pocket.
Derek suppressed a grin as he got ready for the physical inspection. When he started by testing his reflexes, he made a split decision, and grabbed Henry's thigh while he hit his knee with the hammer. He didn't even seem to notice something was wrong. Derek let out the smile he'd been hiding, and as he continued to test reflexes for a little longer than was probably strictly necessary, he started digging his hand into the fat thigh it was gripping. Rubbing it, and clawing at it a bit with his nails. Just for a few seconds. Not long enough for the mother to notice.
Henry stared up at him, a look of concern and confusion crossing his face, and opened his mouth for a second before closing it. Derek's erection got even harder. He didn't even know that was possible.
As he told him to get up, for a brief eye exam (the Carlsons did not have vision insurance), Derek stood beside him, and subtly started grabbing at his butt. Henry frowned, and stopped speaking for a second. Just when Derek began to worry that his mom was going to look up at them, he continued along, his voice a little strained. Derek continued to grope at the delicious mounds of fat in front of his hand, having to resist the urge to reach his fingers inside the tight hole that surely hid between them.
And so they went along like this, Derek getting increasingly inappropriate for the rest of the exam, Henry looking increasingly stressed, until they got to Derek's favorite part of the appointment. When the little whore's mother would leave the room, and Derek got to exam Henry's pretty little cock for tumors. And also ask him if he was doing drugs or being abused, Derek thought. That was a recent addition to his routine, added because of a new law. He wasn't complaining though. More time alone with the boy.
"You can leave now, Mrs. Carlson. We're not allowed to have the parents in the room while we do the genital inspection." Derek said, trying his best to keep the eagerness from his voice. He wasn't very convincing. Henry turned to his mom, his face concerned, but he didn't say anything. The ten seconds it took for the woman to leave his office were the longest ten seconds of his life.
Immediately, as soon as she had left, Derek clamped his hand over Henry's mouth, and whispered into his ear to be quiet, as Henry let out a muffled yelp around his hand. He reached for the only sharp object in the room, a sharp scalpel that he'd purposefully snuck inside the previous day, and held it to Henry's chest.
"If you scream, I'll cut you." Derek whispered into his ear, in a triumphant voice. Henry stared up at him, eyes wide, clearly terrified. Derek grinned.
Derek shoved Henry back on the exam table, this time lying on his back, and facing him. He reached down, and started grabbing at and groping Henry's ass, touching and feeling his large butt cheeks and tight hole. He didn't reach inside yet, but he got about as close to doing so as you could without actually doing it.
"St- stop! I'm not gay! Please, I've got a girlfriend!" Henry yelled, apparently shocked with what Derek was doing. Derek slapped him across the face, hard, and grabbed the scalpel.
"I said not to yell, you little faggot!" Derek hissed at him, as he moved the scalpel close to Henry's face, his other hand still groping him. In all truth, they would probably be fine if he yelled all he wanted. Thousands of dollars of mass loaded vinyl were in the walls of this room, triple layered, from when he had constructed his practice. There was a reason he always handled the boys in this room.
Henry shut up pretty quickly after that, but his face was still covered in a look of shock and fear. His body froze up, and he almost curled into a ball, his arms and legs held close to him, as Derek held his chest to the examination table. Derek kneeled down, one hand still holding Henry down, and stared at the globes of meat in front of him, and pretty pink hole between them. They looked delicious. He had to taste them.
He leaned his face forward, and started licking at Henry's crack, trying to grab up as much as the earthy taste as he could. With his free hand, he started unbuttoning his pants. After a few minutes of this, he started tongue fucking him, shoving his large tongue into the hole in front of him. It was just as tight as he was expecting. Derek could've stayed like this all day, but unfortunately he knew from experience that if he kept the boys for this part for more than 15 minutes, the parents would think it meant that their son really was doing drugs, and was confessing it to him.
Derek forced himself away from the delectable hole in front of him, and looked up at Henry. He had subconsciously shoved him into the wall, so now when he looked at him, his legs were shoved into his chest, and his head was forced into the wall, putting his neck at an angle that made him look up at Derek. The most interesting part of it was his face, which was contorted in an expression somewhere between fear, pain, and pleasure. He knew that this boy would be a slut.
"Time for your genital inspection." Derek growled, as he pulled the hospital gown away from Henry's cock. It was a pretty little thing, right now completely soft, maybe two and a half inches. It was a pale pink in the lighting, and circumcised. Sitting beneath it were two fat balls, clearly oversized for the little cock. Derek gave one of them a little flick, and Henry yelped in surprise.
Derek put the cock into his mouth, sucking on the salty flavor, while with his free hand he reached for a small bottle of lube in his pocket.
Derek was genuinely checking for warts and tumors as he pawed at Henry's large balls, but it was a secondary priority. He moved the dick around in his mouth, tasting the salty flavor from every angle, not really putting much effort into Henry's pleasure, but judging from the loud moans coming from Henry, and the fact his cock was filling up nicely, it probably didn't matter.
While he sucked on the cock, Derek let go of Henry for a second to begin lubing up his hand. Henry didn't try to fight back or run. Maybe it was because he literally had him by the balls, but Derek suspected it was a different reason. Whatever the reason, as Derek poured a large glob of lube onto his hand, he moved from tasting the cock to Henry's nuts. The flavor was even better. He got a good look at the hard dick then, and saw it was still just about 3 inches. The balls looked even more oversized now. Not that he was complaining, as he sucked on Henry's left testicle.
Derek reached into Henry's hole with one finger, eliciting a shriek from Henry, and began rubbing around, like he was searching for something. Eventually, he felt a small mound, and shoved into it, with the full strength of his hand, which caused Henry to let out an even louder scream, as he broke into tears. But his dick stayed up.
"Please, stop! I won't tell anybody, please just stop it!" Henry said in a strained voice between sobs.
"You won't tell anybody anyway, unless you want all of them to know that you're a fag who likes it up the ass." Derek replied, smirking, taking his mouth away from Henry's nutsack. He stuck a second finger in, and began scissoring, eliciting a wail from Henry.
"Oh god! Please! Why are you doing thi-" Derek again covered Henry's mouth with his free hand, as he stuck a third finger into his asshole, and continued fingering at the boys prostate.
Henry breathed a sigh of relief as Derek removed his fingers, his sobs briefly lightening up, before his expression of relief was replaced by one of horror when he saw Derek line up his cock with the boy's pussy, dripping a healthy glob of lube onto it. He started screaming into Derek's hand. Derek shoved a finger, still covered in lube and anal juices, into Henry's mouth.
Derek grinned as he shoved his fat, 7 inch cock, deep into Henry's asshole, not bothering to ease his way in. It felt heavenly, and he let out a loud moan in response to the wave of pleasure filling his body. Henry was crying even more now, but his dick was only getting harder. Derek gave it a little stroke as he began rapidly pumping in and out.
Henry let out a sound somewhere between a scream and a moan as Derek hit his prostate. Derek started pumping faster and faster, starting to let out moans himself, as he pumped into the beautiful boy in front of him. The boy squeezed on him like he was trying to strangle him, skin rubbing against skin rapidly. He reached down and started squeezing his thighs, bending them up so that Henry's legs were over his shoulders.
Henry's hospital gown fluttered about rapidly, riding up so that Derek could see his stomach. Derek grinned, and shoved his hospital gown up further so that he could see his nipples. He reached down, and started twisting and playing with one, flicking and grabbing it. Henry screamed even more in response, his dick twitching.
Derek gave his ass a hard slap, the shock of which apparently caused Henry to shoot his load. Viscus white cum shot out of his cock, landing all across his chest. Some of it splattered all the way up to Derek's face. He gave it a lick.
The creamy white liquid pushed Derek over the edge, and he shot his own wad into the boys asshole. Creamy white liquid filled his hole, dripping out around his cock. Derek leaned over and gave Henry a hard kiss, reaching his tongue deep into his mouth. Henry bit him. Derek responded by slapping Henry across the face again, and reaching down to grab some cum off of his chest with a finger. He then shoved it into Henry's mouth, rubbing it around his tongue, reveling in the look of disgust on Henry's face.
Derek grabbed Henry's head, and pulled him off the table. He shoved him to the ground, on his knees.
"Clean up my dick." He said, "And if you bite me-" Derek grabbed the scalpel from the table, "I'll cut your puny little cock off."
Henry, tears still clouding his eyes, reluctantly complied. His mouth was inexperienced, and couldn't even get Derek hard again. When he was done, Derek hit him again.
After that, they cleaned up, with Derek using the sink to wash the cum from Henry's body. He also gave it a little lick, just to be sure, causing Henry to shudder. When he was done, he left the room to let the boy change. Although he would love to see him put those sexy little shorts and tshirt on, it would be suspicious if the boy walked in with a hospital gown and walked out fully clothed, with his doctor in the room the whole time.
As he stepped outside, he saw that it wasn't the mom from before waiting for him, but rather a tall, extremely handsome man. His muscles bulged against a tight shirt, and his jeans showed a large bulge.
"Where's Avery?" Derek asked inquisitively, trying to keep his fatigue out of his voice.
"Well, you took 45 minutes. She had to leave for work. I'm her boyfriend, Jack, and she sent me to pick Henry up."
Derek nodded, his face calm, but internally he was shocked he'd taken so long. A cloud of worry filled his mind, and he began to try and formulate an excuse, when Henry stepped out.
As soon as he saw Jack, his already downcast face dropped even more. He looked like he was going to cry. Again. Derek couldn't help but notice the way that Jack grabbed him, as they began to walk away. The way that Jack's eyes lingered on Henry's sweaty, disarrayed body. Just as he was about to leave the building, he turned towards Derek, gave him a wink, and told him that they'd be sure to come back. Derek grinned, and said that his wife ran a local store, and that they should stop by some time.
By the time he left, Henry was crying again.