Introduction:

It has been two months since that day when the once peaceful life on 'Daemos Island' was turned upside down. Things are only slowly returning to some semblance of the once easy and peaceful life. The children have tried to deal with what happened. They merely tried to protect their family, but that was not enough. 'Stani' was occasionally depressed still, despite Ferdinand's explanation of what happened.

One thing was for certain, the innocence of childhood for these boys was all but destroyed. It was impossible to fully restore, for this would forever change the boys, they knew what they were capable of doing to ordinary humans.

Ferdinand, Patrick and 'Stani' were in the lab, Patrick and 'Stani' working on the mainframe, while Ferdinand was checking one of the terminals. It had been the second time this week that the system had crashed, "Papa Patrick we have to face facts. These systems have been inactive for several hundred years, then all the sudden it gets expanded, and is put into near constant use for another hundred years. No matter how well built a machine is, it is going to wear out eventually. I don't give this whole set-up two more years before it's garbage." 'Stani' said as he was rerouting several wires to a jirryrigged processor.

"Well what are we supposed to do then? This equipment is still a good century ahead of anything human built." Patrick exclaimed, though he also knew 'Stani' was right.

"What about, ohh the crazy guy Krnik was talking about, oh Jebediah Berkshire, that's his name. He lives in Southern California doesn't he?" 'Stani' said excitedly, then his mood became more somber remembering that day, and what Krnik had done to his family.

"You have to get by this son, you didn't have any control, there was nothing you could do. Besides didn't he say that no one had seen this guy since the early thirties, he may be out hopping dimensions or something." Patrick replied trying to console his son.

"Never again will I lose control like that, never!" 'Stani' said grimly.

"'Stani' you are more Daemarrian then either Ferdinand or myself. They are a passionate and emotional people." Patrick said softly.

"And they can be very violent. I've done some reading as well, ancient Daemarrian cultures did that 'thing' I did as a rite of passage to be a warrior. It may have been okay 4,000 years ago on an alien world in another dimension by a sixteen-eighteen year old, but not here and now!" 'Stani' growled, it actually startled Patrick with how bestial it sounded.

Suddenly 'Stani' bolted out from the open panel, and sat 'Lotus style', and began meditating. It was something that has become very common for the children these past couple months.

"'Stani', we'll try your idea, we'll see if Jebediah Berkshire still walks this world, and see if he'll help. Just hope he's not half as crazy as Krnik said." Patrick said softly to 'Stani'.

'Stani' opened his eyes and looked up at Patrick, "Can I go, I know more about the network then even you, you'll need me!" 'Stani' said excitedly.

"We'll see, Ferdinand and I just don't want anything to happen to you guys. Most people would find a kid as big as anyone of you a bit alarming. You for example may be just as tall and even stronger, but your face and voice give away your age, you are an adorable, and beautiful twelve ear old boy despite how big you are." Patrick said with a warm smile.

'Stani' quickly stood up and embraced Patrick in a powerful hug and lifted him off the ground, "We can all go, that would be great!"

"We'll see, now can you please put be down!" Patrick gasped.

Later that night, "Do you realize just how insane this sounds. It's dangerous enough having either Patrick or myself in the outside world let alone you boys. When I recruited the houseboys it was a different world. People feared the unknown more, now they'll try to find a way to dissect it." Ferdinand said sternly.

"But Papa Ferdinand, I'm the best authority on the network, ask Papa Patrick, he'll tell you. And when you recruited the houseboys you got to see a lot of places too, none of us have ever been off this island!" 'Stani' replied.

This was the most heated dinner conversation since Patrick first arrived. It was definitely going to be one to remember for a long time.

"He is right Ferdinand, and we should take the others just to be fair, we may need them to help carry stuff if we can get parts from Berkshire. Besides we are going to teleport to within a few feet of his house, it's not like the kids are going to run wild in Times Square." Patrick said in defense of 'Stani's' position.

"I still don't like it, there is still so much that can go wrong." Ferdinand said, still holding to his position.

"We can deal the situations as they happen, we may still be just kids, but kids with an average I.Q. of 200, and able to bench press a bus." Gustavus added in, and Adolfus nodded in agreement with his twin.

"I still don't like it, but I guess I'll never here the end of it. Patrick next time, talk to me before you put ideas in the kids' heads." Ferdinand said exasperated about the whole idea.

The one thing that proved to be necessary was getting everyone clothes, despite Ferdinand making some objections, their was a way to do it. The plan was to teleport into some stores, also utilizing and invisibility spell, grab what they wanted, deposit the money in the register, and teleport out still invisible. Much to Ferdinand's nervousness the plan went off without a hitch, though the store employees will wonder why there was several thousand dollars in their registers on average.

The 'Orgone Assimilator' was set up and converted the clothing sizes without a problem. For the first time in near a century the inhabitants of Daemos Island were going to wear clothing, and for the children it was the first time wearing anything substantial.

The following morning everyone showered ate, and 'got dressed'. The children actually seemed to enjoy wearing real clothes. Though as Ferdinand looked at them he knew they would cause too much attention if they were in the outside world. Van Jr., and Drani Jr. were wearing high cut running shorts that, despite the sizes being adjusted looked very tight, and accentuated their crotches quite a bit. Little Hamad was expressing his musical preference, wearing baggy black keans, combat boots, and a black 'Metallica' T-shirt. 'Stani' and the twins were practically dressed the same, baggy khakis, that were still quite baggy, but again their crotches were also accentuated, and all three of them were wearing black "Ramms+ien" T-shirts.

'What makes it scary, the boys know what they are singing about, never should have let them learn German. I think their liking of this band only increased after the incident with Krnik, perhaps they find it consoling.' Ferdinand thought to himself with a smile and some deep thought.

Nicklaus was wearing tight jeans, and a tight white muscle shirt, all of his physical assets were quite apparent, he was going to cause more a stir then 'Stani' and the twins, 'He was always one of the more quiet boys, and he's looking more flamboyant then his brothers, who would have thought.' Ferdinand thought as he looked at all the children.

Ferdinand, and Patrick had opted for formal suits. Despite looking no older then eighteen, they were mentally much older then their bodies would indicate, and also from an older time. The houseboys had opted to stay home, many of them had far too many dark memories they now associated with the outside world, and opted for the simplicity and comfort of the castle, only Hohiro had decided to go, and he had also donned a formal suit.

They all gathered on the teleporter pad, their destination just a few feet from the estate grounds of Jebediah Berkshire. They all said their good byes to the houseboys, hoping to be back in a few hours at the most.

A terrible war ruled Nosgoth for several centuries. Humans against the undead, and it was up to mankind to gain the victory - almost at least. The vampire-plague was nearly extinct when the last one of them found a hiding-place in the Termagant Forest: Kain, nothing more than a very young vampire, a fledgeling. He was cruel and sadistic, a sarcasm monstrosity and his transformation from the living to the undead only strengthened his human character defect. He gained possession of the six strongest human enemies his kind ever had; the holy Serafan who are half warrior and half mage and turned the chosen but dead bodies into vampires. With his powerful sons, he began to rise an army of undead to defeat and enslave the whole world. Within one century mankind was completely oppressed and Nosgoth was ruled by the vampiric empire as of now. Kain brought oneself to the idol and god of everyone, even to his six "child's" and their clans of former created vampire-soldiers. For the next few centuries the world was changed to become more comfortable for the immortals. Human slaves had to set up large furnaces. Their thick, black smoke darkened the sky to keep out the dangerous sunlight. A sanctuary was build and large fortresses, too.

Everything could be fine. They had their kingdom-like territories, their clans and... piece. No more fights with humans, not one of them had to fear assassinations by vampire hunters. Nevertheless, dissatisfaction spread between them like a disease and boredom was it's pathogen. Their drive to fight was useless, now. Every resistance was destroyed, the enemies had been killed, enslaved or transformed. Nothing was left apart from their own endless life and the eternity itself, so they searched for something keeping them busy. Everyone of them was still dependent from blood, therefore they began to cultivate with their mortals. Like ordinary cattle, males and females were chosen to copulate. The new born humans were examined carefully for blood quality, strength and health - which was slightly different from one clan to the next. But in the end the result was always the same: if the check was successful the child could grew up to produce new mortals. But if the check failed it could become old enough to be castrated and it spends the rest of it's life to feed the vampires regular with it's blood.

Over the next centuries the slaves developed to a very strong and healthy race, quite not strong enough to rebel against their undead masters, but from time to time a couple of mortals escaped and fled. Some of them became vampire hunters and others tried to live a normal life. They hide themselves at the outermost borders of the empire, in the swamps and mountains to prevent the capture by vampire-patrols. In the hidden mankind began to expand a second time. They build small villages with massive wooden defense-fences smeared with grease and oil to stop bloodsuckers from climbing up the huge protection. Extremely magic-sensitive humans scanned the surrounding of the housing estates day and night, searching for transformed vampires trying to sneak inside unnoticed: up to the half of the undead was able to change the appearance - into mist, bat, wolf or human form. Some of them could transform into several phenotypes, but that possibility was only available to Kain and his six sons. Usually, they stayed within their fortresses being as well as the monarch and the dark father of their tribes in one person. But the exception proves the rule........

Nosgoth, in the year of Kain 958

I knew it was summer but I wasn't able to imagine how the sun looked like. I'd never seen that glowing star before, at the most as a blurred and pale plate behind all that smog. I was picking berries. The little bush was affected by magic to allow him bearing his sweet fruits nearly the whole year. My basket was almost filled up and I began to choose the last, big berries. That was the moment I heard noises to the left, a rustling of dried leaves and snapping of small branches. The alarming sounds steered my attention to the nearby edge of the forest. I stood up, still observing the area between the thick tree-trunks. The ubiquitous foggy haze affects me from deeper looks into the woods and I was getting nervous by the noises refusing to tear off. Then I saw something, stepping forward with slow paces: an animal. I held my breath and began to retreat slowly. It was a wolf, a very large one with a thick, black fur and bright yellow eyes. The way he held up his big head showed his self-confidence and knowledge of being a dominant member of his pack. My heart was beating faster and harder and I thought about the possibility to escape him successfully.

The large beast went forward with very slow moves. It seemed to me as if the four-legged hunter tried to calm me down, as if he wanted to show me that he wasn't in the mood for an attack. My knees felt shaky and flabby but I forced myself to stay until the creature reached me. I stood stiff and motionless like a statue as he began sniffing at my feet and legs. The fact that I don't saw his tail left me thoughtful. For usual this animals showed their mood with tail and ears, but this one held up his ears only, the auricles turned forward. The creature surrounded me slowly, still sniffing. It was a tail-less individual. That gave me a little shock. I knew exactly what it meant to meet a tail-less wolf: it was a transformed vampire. And with that knowledge I noticed the slightly strange form of his hind legs, now. They looked a bit too human, like a two-legged being walking on all fours. But that was the only striking difference to an ordinary wolf. Nevertheless, my body seemed to turn into ice. I was completely unable to move in any way.

It was still quite warm and humid in Singapore as Fanshawe of Harris, Burton and Fanshawe got out of the taxi at the Raffles Hotel. It had been a long haul from the airport, not because of the distance, but the amount of traffic on the roads of such a relatively small island.

He was expected, thank God and as he registered the Indian receptionist handed him an envelope. He glanced at her, by god she was attractive, her black hair neatly plaited and coiled and her green sari flowed and gave a hint of a well proportioned figure. She smiled with her eyes as well as her mouth. Richard opened the envelope, it was a telegram from Tan Sung Mi, the man he was supposed to meet that very evening to discuss the requirements for the next twelve months.

".....Richard, please excuse this circumstance. I have been delayed in Kuala Lumpur, Please reschedule our meeting for tomorrow afternoon at 3.00pm. I cannot apologise enough for the face losing dilemma over which I have no control. Please be assured that all will go well on the morrow. Your company shall have all the silks and silver it desires.

It will be most appreciated if you will allow Tan Export to take care of your hotel bill in its entirety. Please - your good friend - Mi.............."

Richard looked up the Indian receptionist was regarding him with her large soft brown eyes.

"I hope all is well sir, may I please point out that your hotel bill is to be forwarded to the Tan Export Corporation, is there anything else I can help you with?"

'Is there? I can think of several things."Richard thought to himself, but speaking aloud he asked if there was anything he should see around the town, previously he had only visited over a weekend.

"There is a Pasar Malum, the night market, it is always interesting to our visitors sir, that is in Orange Grove Road this evening, just off Orchard Road, any taxi or even Trishaw (Bicycle rickshaw) will take you there. Also if the gentleman is looking for interesting artefacts may I suggest Narinder Singh in Ben Coolan Street, he has many interesting pieces."

"Worth a visit is it, not a tourist trap?" Richard asked.

"Oh no sir, I can assure you, the shop of Narinder Singh is well worth a visit to the discerning and as you are well known to Mr Tan I have taken the liberty. I know Mr Tan very well indeed and Narinder Singh is my uncle."

'Mm wonder how well Tan knows you - in the biblical sense? He is a horny old goat Tan so it would not surprise me' Richard thought.

"Well, thankyou Miss er ah...?"

"Leilah sir, I am very pleased to be of service"

"So, Leilah, thank you so much, I shall go to my room if you can arrange for my luggage to be taken up, have a shower, then perhaps visit your uncles shop before dinner. I assume I shall be able to eat up until ten?"

"The restaurant is open until midnight sir."

"That is marvellous Leilah, my body clock has not assimilated the time change yet so I would prefer to eat later. May I ask what time you vacate the desk?"

It will be my pleasure to await any instructions on your return, sir. I do not finish until midnight. AS the restaurant will satisfy your hunger I am here to satisfy the whims of the guests"

"Hmmm the whims of the guests eh! What does that cover?"

Leilah smiled at him. "I use my discretion sir, of course. Enjoy your evening and perhaps on your return you will allow me to enquire if your evening has been satisfactory?"

Richard smiles in return and turned towards the lifts (elevators).............

Astra lay naked in the deserted meadow, lustrous blonde hair spread out on the ground behind her like a golden haze. She'd been for a swim in the nearby lake, then combed her hair out as it dried. Now her clothes lay neatly piled nearby for when she wished to put them back on. She knew she was safe from prying eyes here, for the only others besides her who would come to this place were the creatures of the forest, and they were her friends.

One in particular was a special friend to Astra...her she-wolf. Well, she called it "hers" because it always came to her whenever she came out here. She remembered the first time she'd seen it...she'd been sitting by the lake, idly tossing pebbles into it, and then she'd looked up to see the lean, grey reflection in the water. Lifting her gaze from the water to the shore beside her, her eyes met those of the she-wolf as it leaned down to lap at the water.

At first, Astra had been frightened, for everyone knows that a wolf is a wild creature, as prone to attack you as it is to run away--or so the villagers had said. They were also afraid of this place because of the Wolfen--some sort of mystical shapechanging monster that supposedly ate people. Astra dismissed the legends as the creations of some drunk old farmer who'd seen a wolf come onto his field one night in the light of the full moon. The moon was tricky, after all--its light cast odd shadows. Perhaps the farmer only thought he saw the wolf change shape.

But to her surprise, the wolf had been friendly. It had come over, sniffed at her hand, and then licked it. Astra had smiled, and lifted her hand to the wolf's neck experimentally. Without so much of a growl, it let her pet it. And so they had become friends.

The she-wolf came around every time Astra was there, from then on. She'd petted it, played with it, even talked to it. It did her good to have someone to talk to, she felt; life as a peasant girl in the village wasn't easy at the best of times. Even if the wolf couldn't talk back, Astra had the strangest feeling that it understood what she was saying.

Then, one day, she'd stripped naked and gone swimming. The she-wolf had joined her, dogpaddling gamely along until she'd had her fill. After she'd come out of the water and sat on the beach combing her hair, she was slightly startled when the she-wolf had come up to her and nuzzled her private region with its cold, wet nose. But it was really nothing unusual, Astra had reflected after a moment's thought. That was how canines and lupines got acquainted, after all, through smelling each other's nether regions. Astra had chuckled, wondering if she should reciprocate.

Then the she-wolf had begun to lick her. Astra had momentarily ceased combing her hair, intending to chasten the she-wolf, but then she'd realized that it felt good. There was no reason to stop something that felt good, was there? Besides, it wasn't as if it were one of the boorish men of the village, most of whose only interest in her was to shove their thing into hers for just long enough to get some relief, and then lose all interest in her. It was nice to feel good just for herself for a change...

Lost in her recollections, Astra didn't hear the she-wolf's approach at first. Then she heard the pitpat of its running feet, and looked up. There it was, standing at the edge of the clearing. "Hello, girl!" Astra called out. It barked a reply, and bounded over to her. "Hi there...and how are you doing today?" Astra asked it. It barked again, and panted, then lay down beside her.

Astra smiled. "Well, it's good to see you, too." She lay back on the ground. "It's good to be here, to get away from that village...sometimes I wish I could leave and never come back." The wolf yawned, and licked her leg. Astra smiled, and stroked the she-wolf. She closed her eyes, and let the wolf continue. It liked to lick her all over, as though it were giving a puppy a bath. Astra wasn't sure why, but she didn't mind. It was a way for the she-wolf to express its affection for her, and it felt kind of nice in a way. Astra relaxed and dozed, her dreams expressing her fantasies as the wolf's rough tongue swiped over her body.

She was a princess, lying on a regal bed, with a maid delicately scrubbing at her legs with a washcloth...the cloth moved up her legs, toward her private area... She moaned slightly. It was no longer a maid, but a lover, pausing at her crotch before moving up to her chest to kiss her breasts, which filled out under the rough, warm tongue, becoming firm. The tongue paused at her neck, swiping her a couple of times across the face before moving back down to her legs again.

Then she felt a slightly different sensation around her feet, as if they were both being licked at the same time. She was too sleepy to take much notice of this, really; her thoughts were back on the bed, lying there with her lover. She reached down to one of her breasts, massaged it gently and pretended it was his touch. The warmth moved up from her feet to her lower legs, her calves. She reached down to her crotch, touched herself there, increasing the pleasure that the she-wolf had begun.

The warmth reached up to her thighs now, enveloped her legs in a sheath of moist warmth that felt halfway between a warm bath and being in bed. In her fantasy, she was pulling the covers up to her waist, over herself and her lover.

Then the warmth slid past her waist, and she felt it all around her...her hands slid into it as well, as they were still down at her crotch. The warmth tightened around her legs, and tightened momentarily again as it moved further up her. She felt some kind of throbbing against her bare skin, and it felt a little warmer. She moaned gently...her lover was holding her so close that she could feel his body heat against her.

As her lower chest now felt the warmth, Astra mmmmed and moaned. This felt good. It moved up to her breasts. The tightness around her legs moved upward, too, and increased a couple of times, squeezing her tightly, then releasing.

Part One

By all rights, fourteen-year-old Jamie Bentham should have been one of the happiest boys in Bay Port High School. Five feet ten inches tall, with blonde, shaggy, hair and cobalt blue eyes, Jamie stood out from the crowd of the other freshman boys.

Stripped to the waist in his gym shorts, Jamie's already rippled stomach and tan skin served as a wonderful source of eye candy for the girls, and secretly to quite a few of the boys who were beginning to feel sexual stirrings toward other guys. Academically, Jamie stood out as well.

An honor roll student since fifth grade, Jamie was always the first to volunteer to answer his teacher's questions, take on the toughest extra-credit assignment, or lead a group project. Although only three months into the beginning of school, Jamie had already made an impression on the faculty of Bay Port High.

Yes, by all rights, future "stud muffin" Jamie Bentham should have been the happiest boy in 9th grade. Yet, it was a far different Jamie, the Jamie that no one ever saw, that now lay on his bed in his bedroom sobbing. Sobbing as if his whole world was coming apart. In a very real sense, it was.

Beneath all his outstanding personal and physical attributes Jamie had a problem. A problem, which here to fore, had been his to deal with alone. His alone that is, until the beginning of the Fall semester when he had to start suiting out for his physical education class and showering with all the other boys. It was when he was naked with all the other boys, some admittedly older, that Jamie's private problem had become all too public. Simply put, Jamie had a small dick. Not just small dick for his age mind you. For want of a better term, it was a "baby" dick. A small button of a thing, that when erect, couldn't have been more than and inch and a half long.

Stripped bare in the showers, Jamie had been confronted with the reality that he was not only underdeveloped in that area, he was so different as to be odd. Even the boys smaller in stature than had more down there than Jamie did. To make matters worse, Jamie was slick as a baby's butt in his pubic area. There was nothing, not even a trace of peach fuzz, surrounding his nub.

Teenaged boys, as they are want to do sometimes, can be especially cruel and uncaring. It was such cruelty that soon led Jamie to the emotional breaking point. The giggles in the shower, the taunts of "when is that thing gonna grow man?" Even the nickname "BD" (baby dick), which a couple of the well-developed boys had started calling him, became a label which stuck. Now, even his physical education teacher called him BD. To make matters worse, even the girls his age had begun to giggle and whisper among themselves when he approached. Jamie knew they knew.

It was humiliating, degrading, and too much for Jamie to handle. So Jamie, like he had many nights over the last month, cried himself to sleep. Though short-lived, at least sleep took away the pain, and for a moment, scabbed over the emotional scars and the embarrassment of being the best-looking boy in 9th grade with the smallest dick. The change in Jamie's emotional state had not gone unnoticed by his parents.

Bill and Helen Bentham had been very close to their child from the moment of his birth. Both of them had had such a hard and desperate time trying to conceive a child. They had tried virtually everything but to no avail. Finally, by word of mouth, they had heard about a radical new procedure, one in which the father's sperm and mother's ovum were genetically manipulated. The success rate was rumored to be 90 percent. They went for it. It had worked. Helen became pregnant and Jamie had been born. Nine pounds five ounces of the most beautiful baby anyone had seen at Bay Port Hospital in known memory.

Sheltered, protected, taught all the right things, and loved. Jamie had had everything a child needed for a good start in life. Everything, absolutely everything, had gone very well for the first fourteen years of Jamie's life. Now, Helen and Bill had noticed a change.

At first, they chalked it up to the changes that normally occur in the teen years. Soon though, as Jamie's parents noticed his reluctance about going to school, his feigning of headaches, stomachaches, and anything else he could dream up, Bill and Helen became worried. Yet, they were clueless as to what the real problem was. Of course Jamie, mortified and humiliated as he was, was not about to tell them.

Jamie cried. Jamie prayed. Jamie wished, every time he was in the showers and saw David Kileby's dick swinging like a huge hose between his legs, that he had a dick like that. More than anything else in the whole world, Jamie wanted to be like the other boys in his grade, especially that way. Yet, nothing happened. Jamie, the boy that was oh so perfect in every way, remained imperfect in one.

Because Bill and Helen Bentham loved their son and were worried about him, it was no accident that Jamie now sat in the waiting room of Dr. Sampson's office. Both Bill and Helen had agreed that a complete physical was what Jamie needed. Maybe, just maybe, Dr. Sampson would discover some medical problem that was responsible for Jamie's dramatic emotional changes.

"Jamie Bentham!" the cute, blonde, nurse called out as she stood in the doorway with her clipboard.

Jamie put down the copy of Sports Illustrated he was reading, rose to his feet and followed the nurse through the door and down the hall to the examination rooms.

Eventually, the nurse stopped by the open door of one of the examination rooms and motioned for Jamie to enter.

"The doctor will be with you in a moment," she said.

"Please strip down to your underwear. You can put your clothes on the chair over there. After you have finished you can sit on the examination table until Dr. Sampson comes," she said rather routinely.

The nurse closed the door behind her and left Jamie alone in the examination room.

Jamie began to remove his clothes. First his tennis shoes, then his socks, then his jeans, and so on until he was totally naked except for his white boxer shorts. Jamie glanced at his image in the mirror that was on the back of the door to the examination room, thought how ridiculous he looked, then moved toward the examination table, hopped up on it, and sat there, his feet swinging off the end of the table, waiting for the doctor.

Dr. David Sampson came out of Examination Room 3, closed the door behind him, paused, and wrote something on the patient chart, which he then placed in the chart in the chart rack that hung on the wall by the door.

A rather striking man in his mid-forties, Dr. David Sampson cut quite an impressive figure as he strolled down the hall to Examination Room 6. As always, his blonde hair was neatly combed and his deep blue eyes sparkled with a youthful vitality that belied his age. His athletic stature and his good looks combined to make him much desired by both men and women alike. However, since he was gay, it was the former, rather than the later, that attracted his interest.

David Sampson had graduated at the top of his class in medical school, completed his residency in pediatric medicine, and gone into practice there after. However, his real love was sex. Specifically, all of the physical, hormonal, and emotional attributes that went into the sex act itself as well as those aspects of physical and biological development that related to genetics.

Unknown to most, over the last 15 years David had done quite a bit of private research on human sexual development and arousal. It was an area, which he had, not only developed a private passion for, but one in which he saw a bright economic future. Surely, if Viagra had been so successful, there might also be a market for other drugs that would enhance other areas of the sexual experience. It was to that end that he had been working.

David paused outside the door to Examination Room 6, picked up the chart from the chart rack, scanned over it, opened the door, and went in.

Dr. Sampson was momentarily taken aback by what he saw. There, sitting on the examination table stripped to his shorts, was a kid that was almost the spitting image of Peter Glawson. David had become quite attracted to the pictures of young Peter when he saw them several months ago at one of the vintage porn sites he had discovered on the web. It David more than several seconds to regain his composure.

"Well Jamie, what seems to be the matter?" he said as he entered the room.

"Uh nothing really, I feel fine," Jamie said as he looked up at the doctor.

" Well, lets just take a look anyway," David said routinely.

David first checked Jamie's heart, and smiled knowingly as the young teen reacted to the coldness of the stethoscope. He checked then checked Jamie's pulse, his eyes, and then his ears. Everything seemed okay.

"Lie back on the table please," he instructed Jamie.

Jamie lay back on the examination table and shuddered somewhat as Dr. Sampson's hands began to probe his abdomen.

Although he was definitely not into boys, David couldn't help but get a little aroused each time he performed this procedure on a young teen who still had the attributes of a boy but was developing those of a young man.

As he had with many others, David enjoyed feeling Jamie's reaction to his probing hands and fingers. The teen's firm abs almost trembled as David's fingers gently probed them. It was that way with most boys like Jamie that he examined. In fact, most of them sprung an instant hard. Such would be the case with Jamie as the doctor's fingers moved from Jamie's abdomen and began to work around his nipples.

"Oh, that tickles," Jamie remarked as he writhed a little upon the table and hoped that Dr. Sampson didn't suspect the feelings he was beginning to have in his groin area.

David chuckled knowingly in response to the teen's reaction.

"Well, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with your sensory reflexes," he said rather matter of factly.

"Okay, please stand up and remove your boxers," he added.

As Jaime rose off the table he was suddenly overcome with the same dread he had felt so many times before in the gym locker room. Once his feet were on the floor, Jamie turned his back to the doctor, hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers, pulled them down, and stepped out of them. He turned and faced Dr. Sampson with his hands covering his most private of areas.

David could not help but smile at the teen's modesty. He had seen this so many times in his career that it was almost an expected thing from teens of Jamie's age.

"Jamie, please place your hands at your sides so I can continue to examine you," David requested.

With a fear of impending doom and shame, Jamie placed his hands at his sides.

Dr. David Sampson had seen many things in his medical career and had examined many teen boys as well. However, nothing could prepare him for what he saw.

Jamie's testicles were literally nothing more than the size of marbles, his dick little nothing more than a tiny circumcised shaft that stood out only two inches from his smooth groin. The doctor's professionalism kept him from reacting in a way that Jamie would have known that the doctor was shocked by Jamie's underdevelopment.

David moved closer to Jamie and began to examine the boy's testicles. He manipulated the tiny nutt sacks in his fingers, then began to manipulate the tiny shaft of Jamie's dick.

"Uh!" Jamie replied to the pleasurable feelings that suddenly began to radiate from his groin.

David felt Jamie's dick surge a little and get harder in his fingers as he continued his manipulations.

"Okay, now I need you to lay face down on the table with your feet on the floor and spread your legs please," David stated very professionally.

Normally, David wouldn't have performed a prostate exam on a kid so young but now he was overwhelmed by curiosity.

Reaching into one of the drawers, David removed a rubber glove, slipped it over his right hand, and coated the fingers of the glove liberally with KY.

"Now Jamie, just try and relax. I know this is going to be a rather strange thing for you but I can assure you it is a quite common part of any medical exam for males," David said calmly and reassuringly.

Slowly and carefully, David touched the teen's anus with the gloved middle finger of his right hand.

"Uh!!" Jamie replied and tightened his ass cheeks.

"Just relax Jamie," David replied to the teen's reaction.

"It will go easier if you just relax," he added.

David felt Jamie's anus relax a little and it was at that moment that he inserted his finger into Jamie's rectum as far as it would go.

"Oh!" Jamie hollered in reaction to the first time ever invasion of his asshole.

David began to work his finger around inside the teen's rectum feeling for what he knew should be there.

"Ah!" the teen almost shouted as David's finger hit home square on Jamie's little prostate.

"Ungggggh!!!!" Jamie replied as David began to message the tiny prostate with first one finger, then two, as he also inserted his index finger into the young teen's rectum.

As the doctor's fingers began to almost work Jamie's prostate like a small marble, he wanted to crawl up on the table to get away from the probing fingers. However, the sensations wouldn't let him.

Jamie had never felt anything so good, or at the same time repulsive, in his entire young life. Warm sensations flooded over him and he began to almost buck back welcoming the intrusion. Then, as quickly as the procedure had begun, the doctor's withdrew his fingers. Jamie let out a small yelp.

"You can get back up on the table now," David instructed his young patient.

Jamie's mind was so blown by his experience just seconds before that he didn't even think about grabbing his boxers as he plopped himself back up on the examination table.

David removed the glove from his hand, tossed it in the waste can, and turned to face his young patient.

"Well Jamie," he spoke at last.

"For the most part there is nothing wrong with you medically that I can see or feel," he said.

"However, I do think I know why you have been having symptoms which seem to occur when you have to go to school," he continued.

Jamie looked into the doctor's eyes wondering if he did indeed know.

"I wasn't always as old as I am now you know," David said reassuringly.

"Young boys your age are very sensitive about lots of things related to their bodies," he continued.

Jamie knew he knew.

"You are ashamed of your penis aren't you?" David asked.

Jamie bashfully hung his head.

David moved over and put his arms around the boy to comfort him.

"Now now Jamie, it is not the end of the world," he said calmly.

"In fact, I just might be able to help," David said calmly.

"You can?" Jamie asked as he looked up at the doctor, tears running down his cheeks.

"Yes, I think I can. However, it is something I will need to talk to our parents about," he added.

"Now put your clothes back on, and if your parents agree, I will see you again this Friday."

With that, David exited the examination room, then made a few notations on Jamie's chart. This time however, he didn't place the chart in the chart rack by the door. He took it with him to his office.