Chapter 5

Doctor Kitzsler led Tom out of her office by a side door, bypassing the main hallway where George Folsom was browsing through some rather arcane medical journals for want of better reading material. They both walked though a pristine clean corridor meeting no one on the way. The doctor stopped at the door to her private examination room and entered, with Tom following.

This room was reserved for her own personal use and although at first sight it appeared as just about any other doctor’s examination room, to Tom there was something vaguely unsettling about it. That was most likely because the first thing that caught his eye was a centrally placed gynecological exam table, complete with swivel stirrups, several IV holders and a multitude of levers, knobs and hinged parts built on. It was also covered by a crackling clean cotton cloth, starched and neatly arranged with a simple pillow as head rest.

There were several metal trolleys as well, with neatly laid out metal and plastic instruments set out in ordered rows, each more ominous looking than the next. Another trolley contained boxes, tubes and flasks of all kinds of ointments, salves, liquids, pharmaceutical products and medicaments.

The room was brilliantly lit with overhead lights and the walls finished in even off-white colored square tiles. In addition there was a slightly medicinal odor in the air, such as one finds in most hospitals, but overlaid with other vague and unsettlingly agreeable smells.

Sigrid Kitzsler closed the door behind them and smiled at the boy.

"I’d like for you to undress please, you can put your clothes on the clothes-hanger over there near the sink," she indicated.

"Do I really have to ?" he asked, dreading the inevitably embarrassing part of the doctor’s visit.

"Don’t be silly, young man, of course you do."

Reluctantly Tom went over to the hanger and started removing his clothes : shoes first, then shirt and trousers. He thought about taking his undershirt off as well, then thought better of it since he was quite certain which part of his anatomy the Doctor was going to be looking at. As an unnecessary afterthought he did take off his socks, which ultimately served no purpose at all other than to give him cold feet.

Tom was just as disinclined to go back to the doctor as he was to undress, but felt he couldn’t postpone the inevitable much longer.

As soon as she saw the boy still partially clothed Sigrid Kitzsler outwardly frowned. She hadn’t expected any less, since experience had shown her that most male patients had to be expressly enjoined several times to undress completely. She did thoroughly enjoy watching their reactions of discomfort and embarrassment however. Depending upon her mood and disposition towards the patient in general, she contrived to make their transition to the required state of medical nudity either uneventfully pleasant or humiliatingly discomforting. Usually though, she adopted a stance somewhere in between those extremes.

"I did ask you to undress, didn’t I young man ?" she asked.

"Yes ma’am."

"I can’t very well examine you in that condition. Take off the rest please."

Tom had started to pull his undershirt over his head when Doctor Kitzsler put in a helping hand. She bent over and lowered the boy’s briefs to under his knees. Not wanting him to loose balance she then relieved him of his undershirt and instructed him to step out of his underpants. He bent over and picked it up. Doctor Kitzsler handed him his undergarments and told him to hang them up along with the rest of his clothing.

He came back with his hands in front of him, doing the best he could to hide his genitals, but not really succeeding. Out of nervousness no doubt he was already beginning to stiffen, and no matter how he held his hands there was no concealing his prick. He was blushing furiously by the time he stood in front of the doctor.

"There, that’s certainly more convenient for this situation, don’t you agree ?" she needlessly asked, since the boy was clearly embarrassed. Tom mumbled something she didn’t catch.

"Now, hands at your side, please and stand up straight. Modesty is out of place in a doctor’s office."

He lowered them and nervously looked to one side. His penis wasn’t fully erect by a long shot, at least Doctor Kitzsler hoped it wasn’t, since it hung in a sort of semi rigid half arc. He was an otherwise nicely developed youngster, skin unblemished, with well proportioned muscles and bones and not overly hairy except for a patch of pubic hair. She had him turn around and looked him over at the backside as well. His spine was normally developed with no deformations and he held a good posture.

After completing her precursory visual she had Tom face her and come closer. She would dispense with the usual preliminaries such as taking blood pressure and pulse and the like. Those could be taken at a later time. The doctor pulled up a chair sat down, allowing her an almost straight-on view of his pubic region.

She reached behind the boy and placing a hand on his buttocks she pulled him closer to her. When he was placed to her satisfaction she then instructed Tom to open his legs wider and stand at ease. She took hold of his penis, lifted it upwards and noticed some obvious abrasions along the shaft. Around the base of his penis there was also a ring shaped contusion visible, though his pubic hair did conceal most of it. The doctor couldn’t examine it clearly even when moving his genital hair aside so she decided upon the first requirement : the boy’s pubic hair would have to be removed.

There were two methods that she employed when denuding her patients’ genital areas. If there was ample time available and no obvious outward injuries she quite preferred a leisurely old fashioned manual shaving with soap and razor. Male patients were often uneasy with that procedure, something which did not in any way diminish her enjoyment of it. But the male genital anatomy being what it was, it was a chore demanding more care and attention than when done on a female. Tom’s injuries, though far from being serious, precluded a manual shaving in any case.

That left her with the option of using a depilatory cream, something which was more suited to males in any case since their exterior sex organs were less prone to irritation by outside agents, be that soaps or caustic compounds of any kind. Doctor Kitzsler relished the use of lotions in their own right anyway, especially because of the prolonged skin contact and the opportunity it presented for continuous and repeated massage.

Not that strictly speaking she needed any justification for touching her patients in intimate areas, her field of gynecological expertise was a justification unto itself. But even so, she did not really go in for undue or unwarranted medical procedures. Rather she considered herself to be quite thorough and totally without compunction in using methods and procedures that other physicians would have considered embarrassing or disconcerting to their patients. She also held quite firm and distinct views on matters of sexuality and erotic desire and passion that could be construed by an uncharitable observer as being slightly obsessive and libertine to say the least.

In her defense it should be said that she was more than proficient in her field and the growing number of satisfied patients she had at the clinic was more than sufficient to attest to that.

Nonetheless she could hardly contain a frisson of anticipating pleasure as she led Tom over to the wash area and placed him before a very Continental looking bidet. She went over to one of the metal trolleys and retrieved several items. Smiling at the boy, she pulled on a pair of thin Latex gloves, something which seemed excessively ominous to Tom who stood wondering what the doctor was ever going to do.

She once again instructed Tom to stand at ease with his legs spread apart, and while he was in this uncomfortably embarrassing position, Doctor Kitzsler squeezed out a generous amount of lotion onto her gloved right hand. Proceeding gently, she started rubbing the cream onto Tom’s testicles at first working it into his groin and perineum.

He was startled and somewhat taken aback by the cold cream on his intimate parts. But since Doctor Kitzsler had taken hold of his erect adolescent organ to lift it out of the way he could not pull back or flinch from her applying of the depilatory. She covered his lower sexual area and even some of the boys thighs as well, before taking another handful of lotion to work into the area above his penis and onto his shaft.

Soon all was covered by the white, sharp smelling cream. After his first surprise Tom figured that this lady doctor was applying some sort of soothing or healing salve to his misused apparatus. While it seemed somewhat messy and old fashioned, he was relieved that this appointment would be over with without any prolonged poking and fooling about with his most cherished bodily organ. But youngsters have unflinchingly optimistic expectations at times, simplifying complex situations by avoiding having to deal with the obvious.

He was told to wait several minutes for the lotion to take effect, something he patiently did, in the hopes that soon he would be out of this examination room without any further indignities suffered on his person. While he was doing so, Doctor Kitzsler went over to a sink and washed the remains of the depilatory cream from her Latex gloves. She then occupied herself with choosing several items and laying them out on a trolley.

Several minutes passed, sufficient for the fast working lotion to have done it’s work in dissolving the boy’s pubic hair roots. She told Tom to take place on the bidet. Never having done so before she had to give the boy rather graphic instructions on how to use this unfamiliar apparatus.

"Just squat down over the bowl, with your legs spread wide open to either side. Face the facet…yes that’s good."

Tom was clearly uncomfortable. He was of course aware that bidets were certainly not designed to be used as a foot bath, locker room jokes notwithstanding, but he had always thought they were something used by women for certain unmentionable hygienic procedures. He wasn’t very clear just what those procedures exactly were, but he had been quite certain that a bidet was not a bathroom appliance that any self-respecting male would ever use for anything except as a pissoir (and maybe as the proverbial foot-bath).

Doctor Kitzsler soon dispelled him of any such notions. She opened the water and checked it to be sufficiently warm. Then switching over to the spray head nozzle she began rinsing the lotion off Tom’s pubic area. She used her gloved hand to help remove the mixture of cream and hair, rubbing lightly over the treated skin.

Now Tom had no idea what the lotion actually was. If asked, he would have said some kind of soothing or healing salve or balm. Therefore he was quite surprised and taken aback when he looked down into the bowl and saw strands of his precious pubic hair mixed with the messy mixture swirling down the drain.

"Doctor, doctor…look at what’s happening !" he said while trying to pull back.

Almost on cue, Doctor Kitzsler thought, realization sets in. The lad has awoken to what is going on around him.

"Yes ?"

"Look, my hair is coming off..!"

"Of course it is. That is what the cream was for. I can’t very well examine your injuries thoroughly with all that hair in the way."

"But.."

"But nothing, young man. This is a basic medical procedure and a precaution as well. I see several open abrasions and it would never do having hair or dirt infecting the tissue. Why do you think patients are always carefully shaved before surgery ?"

"They are ? All over ?" Tom asked, visions of bald people laying in hospital beds going through his mind.

"Not all over. Just around the appropriate area."

"Oh….I’ve never had an operation so I didn’t know."

"Good for you. Let’s try and keep it that way." She continued with the rinsing. "Now don’t let this upset you. Esthetically and hygienically speaking, I would advise you to keep your genital hair trimmed short if not clean shaven anyway."

"I’d feel silly and look like a sissy."

"I don’t think so. Obviously there are a lot of things you still have to learn. Not all females like their men looking like hairy primates you know. Just some advice."

By now, the last traces of Tom’s adolescent bush were gone, rinsed down the drain. The Doctor took a bar of ph neutral soap and washed the denuded area carefully, neutralizing any remaining traces of the depilatory in the process. When that was done, she had Tom stand up. Using a soft towel she dried him off, being careful not to scruff against any injured area.

Tom felt more exposed than before, though he couldn’t truly say why. He did feel something of a draft between his legs, metaphorically speaking, but oddly enough clean at the same time. It was a novel sensation. His youthful penis though, was just as stiff as before and stood at attention like a faithful soldier. He mentally cursed the wretched thing for having a mind of its own. Thankfully the doctor hadn’t commented upon his state of readiness or alluded to it in any manner.

"Good, that’s taken care of. Now, I’d like for you to lie down on the table, please. Over here…" The doctor guided him to the examination table.

She wouldn’t !! was Tom’s first thought. Please no !

"Isn’t that for ladies or something ?" he asked.

"Well, you seem to know a bit more about medical procedures than I thought. But in this case you’re just displaying a typically misplaced male chauvinist attitude. This is used for ladies AND ‘something’ else, just as you surmised : for recto-genital examinations in fact. And for both genders I may add. Now come on….use the steps to get up."

Aren’t they so predictable, Sigrid Kitzsler thought.

Strictly speaking she could have had Tom stand in front of her and done her work just as well, though slightly less thoroughly, but she absolutely relished having her patients assume the spread-eagled position on the gynecological table. Especially the males. It was so gratifying. She never mistreated them in any way, of course, not even psychologically by embarrassing them in any exaggerated manner. But even so, she undeniably enjoyed the imposition of her medical authority on her patients, having them reveal intimate areas of their bodies and assuming uncomfortable and semi-obscene positions.

Tom climbed up and sat down, hands gripping the edges of the table.

Meanwhile, the doctor had gone to one of the metal trolleys and rolled it over to the exam table. Seeing him still sitting up straight she frowned.

"Please lie down on your back." She watched him wriggle his bottom higher up on the table and gingerly lay down. "Now, legs in the stirrups please…. Here let me give you a hand…" Doctor Kitzsler lifted each leg by the ankle and placed it in the appropriate stirrup holder. As an added touch, she secured them with a Velcro strap. She then fiddled around with the metal rods until the boy was positioned to her liking : legs spread open, knees to the chest, genitals prominently displayed and buttocks slightly raised.

Due to the position he was in, Tom’s penis was now laying on his abdomen, pointed at his face. He had never really looked at it from this viewpoint before. Somehow it seemed like an odd thing to have dangling between one’s legs, certainly when it was all stiff and eager. He even noticed it pulsing in tune with his heartbeat, contracting and expanding minutely but discernibly. He suddenly wondered how it was that girls were interested in the things in the first place.

He didn’t get the chance to follow that thought to it’s logical conclusion, when he felt Doctor Kitzsler’s hand take hold of the member in question.

Since Tom was adequately cleaned the doctor had not bothered to put on Latex gloves for this part of the examination. She needed to palpate his organ thoroughly and gauge the condition of his skin injuries, so it was indicated that she use her bare fingers for the delicate handling of Tom’s genitals.

She started off by feeling up and down the shaft of his penis, rubbing the skin where necessary, pushing inwards, probing and squeezing from time to time. She held him in her closed fist, then let go and felt him using both the palm and the back of her hand. She scrutinized the bruised areas, which were thankfully not too large nor of any overt concern. As long as they were kept clean and not manhandled any further, there would be nothing to worry about. His glans had not been injured in any way that she could see, though just like in all male organs, it was extremely sensitive to the touch when not lubricated properly.

Lower down though, around the base of his penis shaft, there was a nasty looking ring shaped bruise. Since it went all around the base of his organ it was possible that an injury had occurred to the boys seminal vas. She switched her attention to Tom’s testicles and sac, once again feeling the outside skin layer before commencing her interior probing. She gently rolled each of his testicles around her fingers. Tom almost jumped up from surprise but could do no more than squirm around and tense his muscles. Doctor Kitzsler reassured him that she would do him no harm, but that it was essential that he try and relax as much as possible.

"Why don’t you just close your eyes and pretend your girlfriend is doing this ?" she suggested.

Now that was a novel thought indeed, but somehow it didn’t seem appropriate in the situation. Besides he was in between girl-friends for the moment anyway, much to his dismay.

"I’ve never been like this with a girl before," he replied.

"You mean entirely undressed ?" She was having him on of course.

"No, I mean laying down like this."

"You’ve always stood up ?"

"I mean with my legs open wide like this."

"Females do it all the time, don’t they ?"

"Of course but…"

"No buts,…just think about it. Meanwhile just relax."

She pushed inwards feeling around for the seminal tubes where they branched outwards towards the base of the penis. She could discern nothing untoward from her manual examination, and decided that the matter would have to be confirmed in another fashion. But before performing that test, she wanted to inspect the boy’s inner sexual organs.

Normally had she had more time available, Doctor Kitzsler would have would have made certain that the boy was clean as a whistle, both inside and out. He would have gotten a series of cleaning and rinsing enemas that would both clean him out and leave him feeling relaxed and reposed. But unfortunately she had other patients scheduled this morning.

Instead she went over to the trolley and demonstratively pulled on a fresh pair of Latex gloves. She worked them down around her hands and finished with a loud and audible snap. Tom looked up and wondered what the doctor was doing. She next unwrapped a thumb sized cylinder from a plastic wrapping and placed it on the cart where Tom could see it. Finally she opened up a tube of lubricant jelly and squeezed a generous amount onto the fingers of her right hand.

"Now we’ll take a look on the inside." Doctor Kitzsler announced.

The inside of what ? was Tom’s first thought, but instantly afterwards he knew what was going to happen.

"Just relax now and try not to tense up your muscles. I’m going to apply some lubricant to facilitate insertion." The doctor parted the immediate area around Tom’s anus and rubbed the jelly directly into the anal opening and surrounding region. It felt cool and slippery as she worked it into the skin. When a generous amount had been applied, she deftly but firmly stuck her index finger into his anus, pumped in and out several times and then inserted it all the way into the rectum.

Sigrid Kitzsler felt the boy’s sphincter clench her inserted finger tightly. His anal muscles contracted ever so discernibly in rhythm to his breathing and he was fidgeting around, even though she had placed her other hand over his abdomen to keep him lying still. From the tightness of his anal grip she surmised that Tom was unused to manually stimulating his anus or inserting objects into it during masturbation. She had no doubt at all that he was an anal virgin in every aspect of the word. It was a shame that this ‘area of operations’ fell outside of the proper scope of today’s examination. She would have relished inspecting this part of the boy’s anatomy more closely and perhaps even initiating him into the pleasures that can be derived from that erogenous part of human body common to both sexes. It would be for another time perhaps.

With her index finger, she felt the inside of Tom’s rectum, turning the digit about as need be, hooking it inwards and pressing into the interior tissue and rectal lining. She found nothing out of the ordinary and probed deeper for his prostate gland, not expecting to find any injury but just being diligent in her examination. She pressed down on it and felt the boy tense up.

It was not from pain or discomfort this time, but rather from the unexpected pleasurable sensations he derived from her interior probing. Even his prick, ever stiff, had hardened a degree further, as if that were possible, and raised itself up in expectant anticipation of even more fun to come. Several drops of pre-ejaculate oozed from his urethral opening onto his belly.

The doctor eased up the pressure on his prostate. She now directed her digital scrutiny upwards, pressing against the boy’s bladder and above that outwards towards the abdominal wall. In counterpoint to her interior probing, Doctor Kitzsler expertly used her other hand to press downwards, deep into Tom’s belly.

For good measure she asked Tom to consciously flex his sphincter muscles and to alternatively try and ‘pull’ her inserted finger deeper into him or else to try and expel it. After he did what she asked for satisfactorily, if not with admirable bodily control, Doctor Kitzsler slowly retracted her finger. Tom breathed a sigh of relief that this humiliating part of his examination was over.

It was too soon though, because the doctor was coating the cylinder shaped object with a coat of lubricant jelly. It was an anal suppository containing a relaxant muscle compound along with a light de-inhibiting sedative.

Once again she pried open his buttocks, exposing the boy’s ring-shaped puckered anal opening. Since he was still sufficiently lubricated, she had no trouble at all inserting the suppo into his rectum. Her finger followed, pushing the medication far up into his bowels. The doctor used a tissue to clean off any remaining jelly from Tom’s backside and then she stripped off her own slippery gloves, discarding them into a waste basket.

"I think we’re about done here now. I’ll loosen the straps so you can get up."

Gratefully Tom removed his legs from the stirrups and sat up, feeling a bit stiff even though his stay in the ‘knees-up’ position hadn’t been for all that long. He sincerely hoped that the doctor was finished with him, because truthfully he felt he had been exposed to her scrutiny long enough for now. He really couldn’t imagine her doing anything else as remotely humiliating as what he had just experienced.

But as so often happens with adolescents, he was wrong in his suppositions.

"There doesn’t seem to be any internal damage, young man. But before we’re finished here, I would like to test your seminal discharge ability. Your erectile process is quite obviously unimpaired, but even so, you may have sustained minute lesions in the vessels which could result in diminished fluid discharge. That could have grave consequences for you later on."

Tom had no idea what she was talking about, by now he just wanted to get everything over with as quickly as possible so he could get dressed and go back home. He was even ready to swear off fooling around with himself, a grave promise from an 18 year old indeed.

Of course Doctor Kitzsler had no intention whatsoever of even suggesting such a course of action. On the contrary, she was herself a great believer in the necessity of regular sexual activity as a prerequisite for physical and mental health. She took a clean towel from a trolley and held it ready.

"Now I will need some active cooperation on your part for this procedure. I would prefer for you to be standing up. Do you think you are up to it ?"

"I guess so, but what are you going to do ?" Tom asked, not knowing what he was supposed to be ‘up to’.

"I’m not going to be doing all that much, young man, you are."

He still didn’t understand what was required of him.

"Tom, I would like you to ejaculate so I can see if everything is still I working order. Do you understand ?"

"Oh,….you want to see me ..come ?" he asked.

"If you want to put it that way, yes."

"I don’t think I can do that, doctor."

"You don’t have any trouble alone, do you ?"

"I guess not."

"Why don’t you just close your eyes and try, all right ? Pretend I’m not here."

This was really turning into a very weird doctor’s visit in Tom’s opinion. First his mother freaked out because she catches him jerking off, and now this lady doctor wanted to see him doing it. He wondered if he were ever going to figure grown-ups out.

Whatever his opinions of his elders, it looked like he was going to have to go through with her request or never be allowed out of her clinic. Reluctantly he took hold of his prick with one hand, closed his eyes and began stroking. He was still somewhat sore in certain areas. He winced at the discomfort.

"Perhaps it would help if you were lubricated somewhat more than you are now," doctor Kitzsler suggested. She unscrewed a tube of cream and squeezed out a generous amount onto her hand.

Motioning him closer she spread the jelly over his penis, coating it with a cool slippery layer of lubrication. Tom seemed to relax somewhat as she was doing so and Sigrid Kitzsler decided that it would be better if she take over, the boy was still much too tense even after being administered a relaxing and sedative medication.

She told him to just close his eyes and keep his hands at his side, to let himself go with the sensations he was feeling. The doctor was no novice to this form of treatment and she expertly stroked, pulled and rubbed the boy’s organ. But try as she might, she did not seem able to bring him to orgasm. Had he suffered some internal damage after all or was he just too tense ? She suspected the latter and decided to try a different position.

She took Tom over to another table and spread the towel out on the table top. Then, she positioned Tom facing the table and stepped behind him, reaching around in front to take hold of his prick.

"Let’s try it in this position, shall we ?" she said and once again began her stroking and ministrations to his penis. Using a slow and gentle movement she began to move her lightly clenched hand to move up and down the boys penis shaft. Every now and then she would clasp his glans ever so fleetingly and rub along the underside of his organ.

Aside from a few tantalizingly unfulfilled encounters with a girl or two on a date, he had never had anyone touch his sex organ for the intention of bringing him to a climax. Up till now, he had been the sole provocateur, playing the part of Mary Jane Five Fingers. This was something different he was experiencing now, even though it was ostensibly for medical purposes. He kept his eyes closed and let himself flow the rhythm of feelings. Standing up in this position it was difficult to keep his balance, so that unconsciously he tried to bend over forward and support himself somehow. That was an unpractical posture for the proceedings, so Doctor Kitzsler gently but firmly pulled him back upright and backwards until he was nestled in her arms and leaning against her.

Even though such had not been her intention, Sigrid Kitzsler let Tom remain in that position, all the while not letting up in her stroking. He was a nice looking boy, if somewhat naive, she thought but such could be said of a large majority of men in her opinion. In any case, much against her expectations, she found that she was enjoying the proceedings in a fashion that superceded normal medical dedication to duty and a patient’s welfare. She moved her head forward and nuzzled the boy in the neck, murmuring vague encouragements that Tom was in no condition to understand.

Using her free left hand, the doctor sought out Tom’s anus and gently inserted her finger yet again in his little hole. He was still sufficiently lubricated for her to be able to enter without causing him any discomfort. In fact discomfort was the word least suited to describe what Tom was feeling. He bent his legs open to accommodate her and let out a soft moan of deep pleasure.

In counterpart to her stroking, the doctor moved her finger in a slow but pleasurable rhythm, in and out, twirling and hooking her digit, playing with the boy’s anal region, interior and exterior. Tom luxuriated in the feelings, feeling the starched fabric of the doctor’s uniform rub against his bare flesh, smelling her appealing odor that was a mixture of feminine toiletries and hospital antiseptics. He felt her straight cut hair brush against his shoulders in a gentle caress, and shuddered when she pressed her lips ever so fleetingly against his neck. For a brief moment she even pressed her cheek against his, encouraging him to let it go, whispering in a soft voice.

It was more than enough to bring Tom over the brink. The doctor felt his orgasm building as his anus started to pulse and clench itself around her invading finger. Tom’s muscles tensed and breathing faster and faster, he pressed himself backwards and let the pressure that had built up in his genitals flow outwards in a wave of autonomous pleasure.

The doctor had placed her fingers so that she could feel the base of the boy’s penis while he orgasmed. She felt the tell-tale signs of semen being forced outwards through the male sex organ and watched as a split second later a stream of milky white fluid spurt from the tip of Tom's penis. It flew in a small arc and landed on the towel which Doctor Kitzsler had providently placed in position.

Several smaller emissions followed the first, and those not being as forceful as the first, gushed from the urethral opening and ran along the underside of Tom’s prick and over the doctor’s hand. Finally Tom’s orgasm was over and Doctor Kitzsler ceased her stroking. She let the boy rest in her arms for a minute or two and waited until his breathing reached a calmer rate.

In any case there was no question of whether Tom’s ejaculatory functions were performing properly. She could observe no abnormalities on that account whatsoever, not that she had expected any in the first case.

Now could follow a potentially embarrassing situation if not handled correctly. Once the passion of sexual fervor was over, many males felt ill at ease to say the least, if not self-conscious, flustered or disconcerted, not sure how to comport themselves. This could certainly be the case when there was no reciprocity involved or when the male played a more subservient role as in the present doctor-patient situation. Doctor Kitzsler also correctly surmised that Tom had not had all that much experience with sex partners and would need to be reassured that he had acted properly and correctly. Male egos were such frail things at the best of times, easily bruised if not handled correctly. Still oddly, she felt something more than just professional satisfaction at having successfully examined Tom and submitting him to her ‘treatment’.

"Well now," she said, "That was most certainly quite satisfactory. I don’t think you have any problems in that regard." The doctor let go of Tom’s penis and took a clean towel to wipe her hand. She took Tom back over to the wash stand and using a damp cloth she cleaned his genitals, going about the matter in the same detached, professional manner as during the rest of the examination. Finally she washed her own hands and then motioned for Tom to take a seat.

She smiled before starting. "Now then, everything appears to be in order. You don’t seem to have suffered any real damage to your organs. Still, I must warn you that it is quite unsafe to use household appliances for the purposes of self-gratification."

She waited for Tom to answer or nod his head in agreement.

"You do understand what I’m saying, don’t you ? If you want to masturbate, use your hand or a genuine sex-aid or toy. Don’t improvise. You haven’t enough experience yet to know what is safe or not."

Tom blushed and mumbled a barely intelligible ‘Yes’.

"Oh come now. That’s nothing to be ashamed of." She pretended she was in thought for a moment.

"Would you like to learn some more ? Your father mentioned an ad in one of those sex magazines that had apparently inspired you to use your vacuum cleaner. It was for a ‘penis-pump’ I believe ?"

Tom could barely answer.

"If you’re interested I could demonstrate one of those devices at a coming appointment."

Now Tom could hardly believe what he was hearing. "Really ? Are you sure ?"

"Certainly. In any case I would think it prudent that you come back for a check-up. Let’s say that I schedule you for one in two weeks time ?"

"I guess so."

"Fine, I’ll inform your father on the way out." She stood up. "I think you had better get dressed now. I still have other patients to see this morning."

Chapter 6

George looked up from his reading as the door to Doctor Kitzsler’s office opened. Tom came back smiling from his examination by the doctor and sat down to wait while his father was asked inside.

"Now then Mr. Folsom, let me reassure you that there is nothing wrong with your son. I would however like to see him back in two weeks time for a last check-up. Would that be satisfactory for you ?"

"Oh, yes. Certainly."

"Fine. You can schedule an appointment with my secretary on the way out."

"Sure. Ah…. Did you have a talk with Tom about the…ah… situation…?"

"You mean about his accident with the vacuum cleaner ? Rest assured Mr. Folsom, I emphatically showed him the dangers of using such things for purposes of sex play. I don’t think it will happen again."

"That’s great. I’m really grateful for all you’ve done. You have no idea how upsetting this has all been to my wife… and ah.. myself as well." he hastily added.

"Yes I’m sure."

Driving back home George felt rather well pleased with himself. He had apparently made quite the right decision in contacting this Doctor Kitzsler. He would be sure to thank Karen Gracier next time he saw her, which he hoped would be soon.

Yes everything looked like it was going to be all right. Situation resolved and everyone happy again. Certainly Tom from the look on his face, he thought. Hmmm….maybe he ought to schedule an appointment for himself and the wife with Doctor Kitzsler.

Now that was a thought.

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