Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 214(@200wpm)___ 171(@250wpm)___ 143(@300wpm)
When Mack nodded, Dr. Richards added, “Littles often don’t tell their Mommies and Daddies their tummies hurt because they’re embarrassed. I’m going to show your Daddy how to check so you don’t have to worry about it. Okay?”
“Okay,” Mack whispered.
“That’s a very good boy.” Dr. Richards squeezed a tube of lubricant to put a thick glob of the slippery material on the tip of two fingers and passed it over to Grey to repeat that action. “You haven’t been here to know, but good Littles get to choose a treasure from the chest in my office. Zoey loves to fill it with fun.”
The treasure promise didn’t distract his thoughts at all. Mack knew where those fingers were going to go. He was partially aroused from being naked in front of both men. Dr. Richards had already explored his bottom thoroughly. Now his Daddy was going to touch him?
Before Mack could say anything, Dr. Richards pressed his two fingers deep into Mack’s bottom and pressed on his abdomen. “You can feel it’s especially bad here and here. You check.”
When his fingers slipped away, Grey stepped between Mack’s widely spread legs. Mack bit his lip as his Daddy inserted his fingers and pressed around on his lower abdomen. He didn’t seem to feel the same thing Dr. Richards did.
“Press inside deeper with your left hand. Better,” Dr. Richards coached as Mack gasped at the feel of Grey’s thick fingers going so deep. Then the knowledgeable doctor took the time to guide Grey’s right hand across Mack’s tummy.
Groaning deeply as Grey found one of the distressed spots, he closed his eyes. Grey explored more and found several locations that were uncomfortable. “Got it. I know what I’m looking for. Thanks.”
“You’ll need a setup like this. A place where he can be restrained with his legs spread and at a ninety-degree angle. If you haven’t found Gordon’s shop, they have all sorts of furniture that you can add to a nursery.”
“I bought a racing car bed there. It has rods just for that purpose,” Grey told him.
“Zoey would be so jealous to know that you have that bed, Mack. She begged for days to get one. Of course, she wanted pink with silver racing stripes,” Dr. Richards said as Mack remembered the holes cut deep into the racecar frame.
Crap! He didn’t know what was coming next. It wouldn’t be good if they had to tie him down.
“I’m going to give you some medicine for your tummy first, Mack. Then, you’ll be able to absorb the medicine for your throat faster. We want you feeling better as quickly as possible. Right?”
Mack couldn’t argue with that. “Okay,” he croaked and shivered.
“Let’s start by getting you a blanket.”
Dr. Richards opened a cabinet and displayed a variety of colored blankets that looked so soft. “What’s your favorite color, Mack?”
“Red,” he answered eagerly.
The doctor pulled out a blanket that was red with animals all over it. Was that an otter? And a kangaroo?
“You get to keep this. Bring it back when you come visit and you can snuggle in it during your treatments,” Dr. Richards told him as he spread it over Mack’s chest and up over his raised legs to form a tent-like structure over his most intimate parts.
“It looks like Poutine and Hops,” Mack told him.
“You know, you can always bring your stuffies with you. They may have to sit in the chair, but they can cheer you on from there.”
Mack’s mouth rounded in an O. He’d never displayed Poutine before. Joanie definitely hadn’t seen her. If that was true, this was a very safe space.
“Zoey has at least four stuffies somewhere on her body,” Dr. Richards shared before waving Grey over to the counter.
The two men stripped off their gloves and whispered together as Dr. Richards pulled different bottles and boxes out of the cabinet. Mack closed his eyes. He was so tired. Tuning out the rustle and whoosh of water running, Mack drifted to sleep.
The feel of the exam table dropping away from his bottom woke Mack. He was perfectly secure on his back—especially with his feet in the stirrups. It just felt really strange. Like he was completely vulnerable to whatever would come next.
“Did you have a good nap, Mack? I’m sorry to wake you up. You’ll feel the nozzle going into your bottom. It will give you some tummy medicine.”
“What?” Mack looked down his body to see a large bulging bag hanging from a pole next to the table. A thick hose extended from the bottom and disappeared behind the blanket draped over his shins. He felt the tube pressing into his tight entrance and tried to tighten his muscles to keep it out.
“Don’t be naughty, Mack,” Grey warned, distracting him as a thick section stretched his bottom almost to the point of pain.