Aaron and Friends

Caution/Welcome. Finding he could not put Aaron Carter's experience in the emergency room in Oklahoma City out of his mind after hearing about it at Aaron's fourteenth birthday party, Frankie Muniz decides to check things out personally, and put his troubled mind to rest once and for all. This is a gay fantasy and does not reflect nor imply the real sexuality of this hot young television and movie star. It is the sixteenth of stand alone stories in a series of Aaron Carter and Friends fanfic gay fantasies and chronologically follows the story "Aaron: Sweet Dream Street". The previous story featuring Frankie Muniz was the fourteenth in the series, "Frankie and Justin: Teen Lovers". If you do not like reading gay fantasies about teenage boys or celebrities, this is where you stop and hit the back or delete key. This story is posted at free gay adult story sites for the purpose of adult entertainment. Permission is not given to copy electronically for the purpose of redistribution or posting at sites other than described without the permission of the author. Comments, story suggestions, and nude photos of Frankie can be sent to the author J. O. Dickingson at authorsix@hotmail.com

FRANKIE AND THE DOCTOR

"Oklahoma City? Do you realize how far away that is?" asked Denise Muniz.

"Yeah. About thirteen hundred miles."

"You know how long it will take to drive there?"

"A day and a half."

"Driving all night," she snorted. "What makes you want to see Aunt Christy anyway?"

"I dunno. I just thought it would be nice. It has been a while since I've seen her is all."

"This has nothing to do with driving your new Jetta half way across the country does it?" Frankie's mother asked, referring to the car from the movie "The Fast and the Furious" he'd boughten himself for his sixteenth birthday just over two months ago.

"No, of course not."

"And your filming at Fox Studios?"

"I have a small part in the next episode of 'Malcolm in the Middle.' I could go to Oklahoma and back with no sweat."

"Well, I don't know. It seems a long way to drive."

"Com'on, Mom. You're always saying how important family is."

"Well, yes." She had said that quite often after she and Frankie's dad had separated actually.

"And it has been a long time since she's seen me. And she isn't getting any younger." Aunt Christy was his mother's aunt, her mother's sister.

"It would be faster flying. And probably just as cheap."

"Yeah. I suppose I could do that," Frankie responded, having been looking forward to cruising with his car, but that being secondary to his real motive for wanting to go to Oklahoma City.

"I'll see what the tickets will cost for us."

"Us?"

"Well, it has been a while since I've seen Aunt Christy too," his mother responded with a smile.

So two days later, Frankie, his mother, and his seventeen-year-old sister Christina flew into Oklahoma City for a surprise Valentine's Day visit. On the flight Frankie rehearsed what he'd say and do. He liked his mother's aunt, but that was not his reason for going to Oklahoma City. Ever since Aaron had told him and the others at his fourteenth birthday party about his experience at the Oklahoma City emergency ward, he could not get Aaron's experience out of his mind. Every time he thought about Aaron standing starkers before the nurse or laying on his back and getting an enema while drinking salted tea from a baby bottle he got horny as hell, and he'd had many jerk off fantasies about getting jerked off by the doctor, or having the doctor fuck his ass. There was something about Aaron's story about being humiliated and dominated that just turned him on. That he could not understand. What sort of sicko was he that he got turned on hearing about a fellow teen star being humiliated? He finally decided the only solution was to visit the doctor himself in the hopes of experiencing what Aaron had experienced and getting it out of his system.

That might sound strange, but he'd always been adventurous and eager to take on new adventures, and he had an active imagination. Back when he'd been five an older boy at the school where he took kindergarten had taught him some swear words, and had introduced him to jerking off. The first never became a habit, but the second certainly had. By the time he was ten he was wanking several times a day. He also did a lot of eavesdropping when he was rehearsing on the set, whether it was for his television shows or motion pictures. After his guest appearance on the adult show "Silk Stalkings" he'd wanked off thinking about the characters and scenes he'd like to really appear in until he'd wanked himself dry. That was what this thing with the doctor had to be, curiosity and a wild imagination. The two had served him well as an actor, and had made his private life interesting besides.

So, after spending the thirteenth of February and most of Valentine's day with his aunt and uncle, he figured he'd done his duty as a great-nephew and went into his act, and being a performer, that was not difficult. The difficult part was convincing them that he knew the name of a good doctor that specialized in youth medicine in Oklahoma City because Aaron Carter had told him, which was the only true part! Anyway, late that Thursday afternoon, they drove over to the emergency ward and asked for Doctor Erin Redderik.

Erin Redderik glanced over at the top of his glasses at the young teenager and his mother. Frankie Muniz sitting in the waiting room! He could not believe his good fortune. Of course he knew of the boy. How could a person not, with his picture on the front of practically every edition of every teen magazine? Besides, he had a fourteen-year-old daughter who kept him informed of all the hot young boy stars, which, unbeknownst to his daughter, was one of his favourite interests also. It was a mixed interest, admiration mixed with a bit of envy. The teenage singers and actors his daughter and her friends were fascinated with were on the whole very successful and talented young boys who were making something out of their lives. That was the admiration part.

As for the envy, when he was a teenager not everyone in his hometown knew him, never mind people in other countries. No girls ever swooned over him or screamed at the sight of him. Also unlike himself as a teenager, this boy and others like him had the money to flit about the country whenever he wanted. He'd never even left Oklahoma until he'd graduated from University. His parents did not have the money to travel, and holidays simply meant having a few weeks to spend at home instead of going to work. Work he knew about. Unlike these Hollywood families, his family had to work for a living, and so did he. He certainly had not had the money to buy himself a movie car at the age of sixteen, and his parents would never have allowed him such a frill even if he had the money. That was the envy part. That was the part that made him want to humiliate and degrade the spoiled, pampered brats who needed some humility in their lives.

"So, what seems to be the problem?" he asked as Frankie sat down on the examination table.

"I have this pain," Frankie responded as he'd rehearsed. "Right here," he said, feeling his left abdomen near his crotch. "I think it might be appendicitis."

"Oh, really? And what medical training have you had?"

"Ah, none," Frankie responded, taken aback by the man's sharp sarcasm and tone. Aaron had not mentioned that about the man, and besides, he was not used to adults talking to him that way, not even movie and television directors. "I just know some guys who had appendicitis and had a pain there."

"The appendix is on the other side of your abdomen," Doctor Erin explained, realizing from Frankie's reaction that he'd been sharper-tongued than he should have been. It had been a long, hard week, and it was not quite over.

"Oh." Oops. He'd never thought that the pain was only on one side.

"Well, unbutton your shirt and drop your pants and let's have a look."

Frankie readily unbuttoned his blue plaid Guess shirt and standing up, unbuttoned and unzipped his Guess jeans. Having the boy remain standing, Doctor Redderik stepped up to him and slipped his hand inside the elastic band of the boy's plaid Joe Boxers and along his right abdomen. The boy tensed, not expecting him to be so sudden and direct, and although he knew this would be part of his exam, and although he'd chosen appendicitis as his problem for its location, though on the wrong side of his torso, he began to blush. Even when you are expecting it, and even if it is a doctor doing it, it is embarrassing to have a guy slip his hand down the front of your underwear, even if you are gay. He inhaled and exhaled deeply. This was crazy. He was feeling embarrassed and the doctor hadn't even begun to do the things Aaron had said he'd done.

Doctor Redderik smiled. How many teenage girls would give anything to have their hand down the front of Frankie Muniz's underwear, or how many gay boys for that matter? This was one of the reasons he'd chosen to specialize in youth medicine.

"Have you had any fever?"

"No."

"Any bowel problems? Constipation? Diarrhea?"

"No," Frankie responded uncomfortably. They were expected questions, but that didn't make him feel any more comfortable with talking about such things.

Erin palpitated Frankie's soft, smooth stomach, moving his hand as close as he dare to the boy's balls. His stomach was firmer than he'd expected for a spoiled teenage actor.

"Do you engage in any sports?"

"Well, I play a lot of golf. But other than that, I don't have much time for sports," Frankie responded, finding it difficult talking with the guy's hand still in his underwear.

"Hmm," Erin responded. At least the boy was physically active. He slowly slipped his hand across the boy's abdomen. His stomach was flat, and the boy had a dense bush of hairs. He palpitated the other side, the side where he said he'd had the pain. Most likely the boy'd had a stomachache. Teenagers these days were made of soft stuff, and especially celebrities. They ran to a doctor for the slightest snivel. Was it any wonder medical costs were so high?

"What did you have for lunch?"

"Hmm, cheese sandwiches. And a bowl of chicken and rice soup."

He certainly had a healthier diet than most teenagers. Doctor Redderik began to feel a bit more sympathy for the boy. "Remove your shirt."

Placing the stethoscope on the boy's chest, he listened carefully. He had little patience for spoiled teen stars, but he was a doctor, and he had specialized in children and youth primarily and foremostly because he was concerned about their health. The boy's heart was strong and steady. His pecs were firm, in the process of developing the muscle tone of a young man but still having the roundness and smoothness of a boy. He loved the feel of chests of teenagers. Frankie had large nipples, flat but with a wide areola around each pip the size of a dime. He "accidentally" touched one as he enjoyed doing and the boy tensed with the stimulation and his heart jumped. Erin Redderik's heart jumped too as he noticed the reaction. He brushed the other nipple with the same result. Being able to do things like that with young boys, besides other things with particularly hot boys, was the other reason he'd chosen this branch of medicine.

"Seems to be a bit congested," Erin lied. "Have you had a cold lately?"

"Ah, yes, I have," Frankie responded, surprised. He had not gone to the doctor for any real sickness.

Erin smiled. It was an easy guess. It was winter. The boy was from California. Teenage boys did not dress as warmly as they should. It wasn't macho. He placed his hand on the boy's chest as he placed the stethoscope on his back, and as he listened to his breathing he ran his fingers around the tender areola. Erin's cock began to swell in his trousers as he ran his fingers in circles around each areola, drawing the circle tighter and tighter until he touched the sensitive projection. He'd likely had a stomachache, or a pulled muscle. The boy was still growing. Whatever the problem had been, it wasn't serious, which meant he could have a bit of fun with the boy.

Frankie tensed as he felt his nipples burn and slowly become firm. The doctor had to know his nipples were getting aroused. What would he think? He stood there embarrassed that his nipples had gotten hard and feeling horny at the same time. It was a strange combination of feelings. Not at all like he'd fantasized when Aaron had related his experiences. It was erotic, but it was humiliating too. The doctor continued to slowly, almost absent-mindedly, caress his rock hard nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through his chest. His cock began to swell in response to the stimulation. Doctor Redderik smiled as he saw the movement in the boy's boxers. Teenage boys were all the same, randy little bastards, and they were so much fun to toy with.

"Nurse Parker!"

The nurse that came into the room had to be in her early twenties, and she had to be a cup D. It had to be the nurse Aaron had told him about, and she was a knock out just as Aaron had described. It had sounded erotic when Aaron had described how the doctor had called her in while he was standing there in his underwear, but now that it was happening to him, he found it was more embarrassing than it was erotic. He began to blush, and once he began, he found himself blushing all the harder.

"Could you get one of the bedpans out for me please?" the doctor asked.

Bedpan? Surely he wasn't going to expect him to take a piss in a bedpan! And not with the nurse there! He had not come to the doctor with the same symptoms and complaint that Aaron had. Aaron had been sick, he was just curious, and looking for an erotic adventure. As the shapely nurse bent over to retrieve a pan from the bottom shelf where Doctor Redderik purposefully kept them, Frankie could not help but admire her broad backside, the curve of her asscheeks clearly outlined in the thin fabric of the stretched nurse's uniform. Although Frankie took greater delight in boys than girls, girls were not ruled out when it came to his sexual interests. His dick grew another fraction and his heart speeded up, both reactions noticed by Doctor Redderik and much to the doctor's amusement.

"Could you please take the young man's temperature?" he asked as he took up a clipboard and pretended to be writing down his observations.

Stepping up to the young teenager, she told him to open his mouth and stuck a thermometer under his tongue. Of course his eyes were immediately drawn to her ample bosom, which was conveniently revealed in the low-cut blouse of her uniform, a design that Doctor Redderik had purposefully selected for those nurses whom he had assisting him with teenage boys. If Frankie's temperature was not high before, it certainly began to rise, along with his dick. He suddenly became worried. Any further thoughts like he was having and it would be evident what was happening between his legs with him just in his boxers. Just the thought of the nurse and the doctor discovering that caused his face to turn a bright red.

"Ninety-eight point six," the nurse announced, taking the thermometer out of his mouth and examining it.

"Are you sure?" asked the doctor in surprise. "I'd swear he was running a temperature. Feel his forehead."

The thermometer might not record it, but Frankie was hot, and the thermometer rising in his boxers was proof as the shapely nurse placed her hand on his forehead. She smelled of hospitals and disinfectant, but that did not dampen his ardour.

"His forehead is hot," she agreed.

"We'd better make sure. Let's take a rectal reading."

Frankie could not believe it. The doctor could not mean what he thought the doctor meant.

"Turn around, lower your underwear, and bend over," the nurse instructed.

Oh God! He did! He could not believe this. This was too totally humiliating. Nothing this bad had happened to Aaron. At least he had not mentioned something like this happening. Frankie's eyes widened as he thought about it. It was even worse considering he'd set himself up for this.

"Did you hear ?" began the nurse.

"Yes," responded Frankie quickly as he spun around. It was bad enough having to do it without having to hear the instructions a second time, from a woman besides.

Blushing a bright crimson, he slowly eased his boxers down and bent over, exposing his naked butt to the nurse. He knew it was her job, and she'd probably done this a thousand times and didn't think anything about it, but dammit, she was a woman, and he was a guy. He was thinking about it. This was humiliating, and not the slightest bit erotic.

"Pull your cheeks apart, please," instructed the doctor, trying not to let his excitement and amusement show in his voice. Frankie Muniz, television and movie idol, standing there red faced with shame as he exposed his naked butt to his young nurse, reached behind and pulled apart his ass cheeks. Erin smiled. This was too much! He could just imagine the embarrassment the sixteen-year-old was feeling as the nurse slowly inserted the lubed anal thermometer up his ass. From the size of the boy's dick, he either was exceptionally hung, or he was getting aroused despite his embarrassment, which was even greater.

"I'll take over from here, Nurse. Will you ask Mrs. Muniz to come in for a moment please?"

Mrs. Muniz? While he was like that? Bent over, his boxers about his knees, a thermometer stuck up his ass? He had to be kidding! Didn't he know how embarrassing this was in front of medical people, never mind in front of his mother? Doctor Redderik knew very well, and he suppressed a smile as he glanced over at the teenager and saw the horror on his face as his mom stepped into the examining room.

Denise Muniz was a nurse and accustomed to seeing naked men and boys, and she had taken her share of anal temperatures herself. Seeing her son standing there bent over with his pants about his ankles and his boxers pushed down past his butt, which had an anal thermometer sticking out of it, was different. Of course she'd seen her son naked before, but that was when he was a toddler. He was no toddler now, and besides, the position he was in she'd never seen him in as a toddler! She tried not to show her surprise and her own embarrassment seeing her teenage son with his pants and underwear down, but it was clear, and not just to Doctor Redderik. He'd had Frankie positioned in such a way that he could easily see his mother's reaction in the floor length mirror he was bending over in front of. His face turned so red the doctor was sure that the boy was about to have a nosebleed. He stepped out of the room for some forms, giving mother and son a bonding moment.

"Are you all right?" asked Denise, looking up at the ceiling.

"Ah, yeah, I guess. The doctor seems to think I have a temperature," Frankie responded. Well, duh, I guess. Why else would he have a thermometer stuck up his ass? He felt like a fool. Shit, it was so totally embarrassing talking to your mom with your shorts pulled down and a thermometer sticking out of your butt.

"I see."

Mother and son turned even redder at the double meaning of that phrase, and the doctor, standing just outside the door, could not help snorting as he tried his best to control his laugher. He waited another minute to regain his composure, and to prolong the humiliation of the spoiled young star. Entering the room and slipping over to the blushing boy, he slipped the thermometer out of his ass and told him he could straighten up and pull up his underwear. Frankie did so immediately, but as he did he saw the image of his mother in the mirror glancing over at him in concern, and quickly looking away. If he could see her in the mirror, that meant that she. . . . Oh God! It wasn't just his bare butt that he'd exposed to her! His cheeks turned so red he could feel the heat radiating from them.

Mrs. Muniz could feel her own cheeks burning. Her son was very well hung.

It was an image that she'd not get out of her mind for a long time. The image of mother and son was certainly one Doctor Redderik would not forget for a long time either.

"I'd like you to sign this permission for Frankie to stay overnight at the hospital," he said, interrupting her thoughts.

"Stay overnight? What is wrong?"

"Nothing serious, I'm sure. Just a stomach virus. But you know how these things are. I'd like to keep him under observation for twenty-four hours," he advised. Mrs. Muniz nodded. It was better to be safe. Frankie had a busy schedule, and stars could not afford to be sick if they wanted to stay busy. "Speaking of observation, this is a teaching hospital," Doctor Redderik continued. "If you don't mind signing these forms, I'd like some of the student doctors to study this case." She signed the extra forms. She was a nurse, and knew how important it was having student doctors get practical experience in their training.

"We are flying back to California at four tomorrow."

"No problem. You can come back in mid-afternoon and check Frankie out."

"It isn't anything serious," she confirmed.

"Not at all. I just want to be certain. You understand?"

She did. Glancing over at her son, who was still standing there with his pants about his ankles, she stepped over, gave him a quick hug and kiss on the cheek, and assured him she was sure things would be all right. Frankie could not believe it as she stepped out of the door. He'd only come here because he was curious what it would be like to be humiliated like Aaron had been, and because he figured it would be a lark getting it on with the doctor if he really liked boys like Aaron had figured. He had not expected this!

"Now, let's drop those boxers again," the doctor said, grinning broadly in what Frankie assumed was reassurance as he turned to face the teenage boy.

This part of being a doctor Erin particularly enjoyed. Flushed with self-consciousness, Frankie slowly eased down his Joe Boxers once again. His dick, which had swollen in response to the stimulation of his nipples and having the thermometer stuck up his ass, had returned back to normal. At least his mother had seen him when it was four inches and thick, he rationalized, and realizing what he'd just thought, he began to blush all over again. His mother had seen him with a partial erection! Oh God! That embarrassing thought was quickly replaced with another one as the doctor cupped his balls and had him cough, several times. He knew it was the doctor's job, but it was still embarrassing having the man, a stranger, holding his balls.

Erin took the opportunity to thoroughly check out the boy's testicles. He knew there had to be hundreds of aching teenage girls and gay boys who'd give anything to be doing what he was doing at that moment. He looked down at what he had in his hand and he had to admit the boy did have a nice pair. He rolled the two eggs in his hand and gently stretched and rubbed the loose skin of Frankie's ball sack between his thumb and his forefinger. Frankie could not help it, his nuts began to swell and his cock began to extend. He'd had enough exams to know this was not part of the procedure. The guy had to like boys. At least that would make up for him having to spend the night in the hospital.

"How often do you masturbate?" Erin asked, taking the boy's swelling dick in his hand and pulling back the skin.

"Huh?" Frankie asked in surprise. No doctor had ever held his dick, nor asked a question like that!

"You know. Jack off. Wank it. Spank the monkey."

"Ah, well, once in a while," he stumbled in his confusion. "You know, when I get horny."

"How often do you get horny?"

"Uh, well, I dunno. It depends, you know."

"I'd guess a healthy, good-looking boy like you must get horny several times a day, especially with all the girl fans out there hot for your body."

"Uh, well, yeah, I guess," Frankie said, blushing with embarrassment but pleased with the complement. He also felt a pang of guilt given that he much preferred boys over girls.

"So," the doctor said, making a note on the papers on his clipboard. "Masturbates several times a day."

"Uh, no, I didn't say that!"

"You said you masturbate when you get horny, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah, but not every time."

"So you satisfy your randiness some other way besides."

That wasn't at all what he'd meant! The sixteen-year-old struggled with an answer and turned redder as he thought of the other ways, of him and Justin Berfield, and of the things he'd done at Aaron's birthday party. The man was still holding his cock and he could not stop it from swelling as the thoughts came to his mind.

"Have you ever had sex with a girl?"

"Yeah. Kissed and hugged and stuff."

"Anything that involved your penis?"

"No," Frankie admitted. Damn, why was the guy still holding his dick? Well, he knew why the guy was doing it, if Aaron had been right.

"You ever do anything with guys?"

Frankie did not know what to say. He didn't want to admit it, but this was a doctor. Maybe he could tell somehow.

"So you've had some experiences there," Doctor Redderik observed, taking the boy's pause for a guilty yes. Besides, he knew boys, especially spoiled teenage stars. Sex, drugs, wild living. It wasn't too big a risk to suspect he'd fooled around with guys. "That's all right. It's only natural for a boy to mess around with others of his sex when he is feeling horny and needs to get one off. You like to get one off, don't you?" he asked, tugging on the rapidly growing flesh.

"Yeah," Frankie admitted as he watched in mortification as his dick completed its change. God, he had an erection and the doctor had his fingers wrapped about it. This was supposed to be erotic, but all he could think of was how humiliating it was to have gotten erect in front of another guy.

"You and your friends jack each other off?" Erin asked, finally releasing his hold.

"Yes," Frankie admitted, his cock jerking with the recollection.

"Suck each other?"

"Yes," he said softly, his cheeks once again burning.

"Fuck each other's ass?"

"Yes," he said desperately, wishing this was over as his cock wagged.

"Nurse!" Doctor Redderik called.

God no! Not while he had a hard on!

"So, what do you think about when you masturbate?" Erin asked as the nurse came in and Frankie wished he could die, or turn invisible or something. It wasn't the same nurse. This one was old, his mother's age, and fat. "Frankie?"

"Un."

"I asked what ?"

"Girls. Women. Mostly girls, teenage girls like me, like my age that is," he gushed, not wanting to be asked the question again, not in front of a woman, not a woman the same age as his mom.

"Do you ever think about the boys you've told me you have sex with?"

"Yes," he croaked. He'd admit to thinking about his mother and doing it to his cat Pumpkin if it would get the doctor to stop. How could the doctor be asking him these things in front of a nurse? How could he still be erect with all the blood in his cheeks?

"Nurse, could you bring us a bucket of ice please. Frankie seems to have an erectile problem, like most teenage boys," he added with a smile much to Frankie's chagrin. The doctor reached over and took his dick again and pretended to be examining it, his fiddling of course keeping it hard.

If the doctor fondled it any more he'd shoot. Fuck, if that happened before the nurse he'd die. He'd so totally die. Bringing in the ice, she walked over to them. Frankie stared off into space, pretending it was perfectly natural to be standing there with the doctor grasping your hardon. He wished he could turn invisible.

"Oh, we need a hospital gown also please."

Erin continued to fondle the boy's stiff cock, knowing that the boy was close to the brink of coming. He had to be fighting back the feeling, scared shitless that he'd come. Erin was close to coming himself. He glanced down at the sixteen-year-old's stiff dick in his hand. It was amazing how being a doctor let you get away with anything you wanted to when it came to teenage boys, or adults for that matter, even this. He finally let go of the boy's cock. "You might as well strip down completely." Frankie was just stepping out of his jeans, one foot in the air and his cock jutting out like a sore thumb when the nurse returned. She didn't say anything but Frankie was so ashamed his cheeks were burning so hot he would have burnt his fingertips had he touched them.

Having him take off his pants and underwear and helping him put on the hospital robe, the doctor told him to go down the hall to Room 1-14 and when he got there to remove his gown and soak his dick in the ice until he joined him. It was awkward enough walking while wearing a hospital gown, and doubly awkward carrying a bucket of ice and walking with a raging hardon. He was sure everyone he passed had to know his condition. He certainly did.

The coarse material of the gown brushed against his dickhead with every step.

Room 1-14 was a bare room with a high stool, a chair, and an examination table. Trying first the high stool and then the table, Frankie finally removed his gown and stood there in the middle of the room and placed the bucket between his legs, tipping it up so the ice fell around his nuts and his dick. They responded immediately. The minutes ticked by and his arousal slowly turned to numbness. He removed the bucket and checked himself. His dick had shrivelled up to half its normal size, and his balls had drawn up under it. He decided that was enough despite what the doctor had said. He'd no sooner decided that than he heard a noise at the door and he quickly cupped the bucket over his genitals. The doctor had said to do it until he joined him, and Erin had been right when a doctor told you to do something you didn't question it. Some of the ice had melted and the ice water flowed over Frankie's numb dick. More minutes ticked by. Finally the doctor came in. By this time his dick was less than an inch long and his balls had all but disappeared. Taking the bucket, the doctor placed it on the counter just as the door opened and two teenage girls in hospital gowns came in. By the time Frankie had dropped his hands, the girls had seen what he had, or rather what he hadn't. As his hands dropped, the girls raised theirs to their mouths.

"We were told to go to room 1-14," one of the girls finally said, overcoming her shock. What was Frankie Muniz doing in a hospital room in Oklahoma City? It had to be him, or his double! Wait until she and Michelle told all their friends! And he was naked, except for his white Nike socks. Maybe it was about his little dickie. Her baby brother had one that big! Oh my God! They were seeing Frankie Muniz in the nude. She wanted to scream.

"Oh. We're done here," the doctor said jovially. "Let's go Frankie."

It was Frankie Muniz! Oh my God! And his penis was so small! The two girls stood there staring at him with their jaws dropped. Wishing he was dead, Frankie slipped the gown on and staring at the floor, walked past the gaping girls. He wanted to at least explain about the ice, but how did a guy explain to a girl what cold did to him, and especially to two total strangers? His heart had never felt so low in his chest in all his life, not even when he had been passed over for the 2001 Emmy awards. They returned to the room they had originally been in.

"Now then, let's time your erection speed."

"My erection speed?" Frankie asked. This was never going to end!

"Yes," the doctor said with a smile as he opened a drawer. Taking out a seven-inch long dildo and a jar of Vaseline, he handed them to Frankie. "I want you to frig yourself until you are fully erect again. We want to make sure that the virus that gave you the stomach pain hasn't infected the erectile tissue of your penis." Frankie stared at the dildo and then up at the doctor. Of course there had never been any pain, but he could not admit that. He looked down at the silicon dick in his hand. He'd never seen a dildo before, but he knew what one was, and what was expected of him. "There a problem?"

"Ah, no."

This was pushing his credibility, but the teenage boy, accustomed to doing as adults told him never mind doctors, took the dildo and lubed it up with the Vaseline. Erin wished he could have taken a picture of the boy's humiliation as he self-consciously coated the fake cock with Vaseline. Reaching behind him, he carefully placed the tip against his anus. Ever so slowly he began to ease it in, and having had the real thing up his ass, he knew if he pushed out with his abdomen as him slid the object up his asshole it would enter more easily. Erin had been surprised when the boy had confessed to ass fucking. From the ease with which he was now inserting the dildo, he evidently was experienced. The doctor felt his cock rising in his trousers as he watched the object disappear up Frankie's ass.

The sixteen-year-old television and movie star slowly began to ease the dildo in and out of his rectum. The lubricated cock stretched open his sphincter and sent ripples of pleasure radiating from it as he eased it in and out of his body. As it slid up his rectum, the sensation of being stuffed sent spasms of pleasure through his colon, and as it brushed past his prostate it sent ripples through his groin and up his shrivelled cock. Of course it slowly began to swell. He thought of his early explorations into masturbation and finger-fucking himself, and later the first time Justin had sunk his cock up his ass. His cock gradually rose up in the air. Doctor Redderik's cock similarly rose as he watched the boy.

"Drop down on your knees," he directed huskily as he pulled down his fly and extracted his erection. "And keep buggering yourself."

By this time Frankie was too horny to object. Besides, who would be safer to have to sex with than a doctor? As the forty-eight-year-old man stepped before him, he reached up with his left hand, and holding the man's erection by the base, he slipped his mouth over the top. He sucked on the man's knob gently as he continued to work the dildo in and out of his ass. Easing his lips down the man's shaft, he took as much of his cock into his mouth as he could and then slowly eased his lips back up, maintaining the suction all the time. He was soon itching to come, and so was the doctor. Handing the boy a glass petri dish, the doctor told him to shoot his load into in it as he pumped his load into his mouth.

Taking the dish in one hand and grasping his cock with the other, Frankie pumped his fist up and down the shaft vigorously, sliding his fingers and foreskin over his sensitive knob. He was close to coming and it only took a dozen strokes before he was shooting his teenage cum into the dish, the man's cock still in his mouth and the dildo still up his ass. Erin shot seconds later, warning the boy so that he could begin swallowing. Frankie had plenty of experience at sucking cock from his sessions with Justin Berfield, his fellow actor from "Malcolm in the Middle." He eagerly swallowed the man's tart offering as it shot into his mouth.

Erin sighed with pleasure as he shot his load. This was better than he could have hoped for. He always enjoyed getting sucked off by a hot young teenage boy, but getting sucked off by someone as famous as Frankie Muniz made it particularly special, and he sighed and groaned as he savoured the moment. Finally withdrawing his cock and slipping it back in his pants, he put a lid on the petri dish containing Frankie's sperm. Labelling it, he called one of the nurses to refrigerate it and took the boy, wearing his hospital gown to his hospital room.

"Now, here is what we are going to do," he explained to the somewhat bewildered teenager. "I want to examine your retention control of your bowels, your bladder, and your testicles. I've ordered a special diet for you that I want you to take every two hours. Gradually you're going to want to evacuate your bowels and to take a leak, and to satisfy that sexual appetite of yours. We're going to see how long you can resist doing so. Understood?"

"I guess," Frankie said with a shrug. It did not make sense, but then having your doctor embarrass the hell out of you, and then have you suck him off was not your run of the mill hospital routine either.

As if on cue, there appeared at the door an orderly with his first meal, a large bowl of bran flakes with sliced banana, a thirty-two-ounce glass of iced tea, and a milky emulsion which the doctor told him contained proteins specifically to help build up his sperm count, and which the doctor did not tell him, contained several well-known aphrodisiacs. And so it began, every two hours, and other than his meals being bland and the time passing by slowly, Frankie could not complain about his treatment. In fact he almost forgot about the humiliations earlier that day. >From five that afternoon until eleven, he ate every two hours and spent the rest of the time laying in bed and watching television, which actually was a nice break for the otherwise active teenager. By the time he finished his fourth meal of bran, tea and emulsion, he was definitely feeling stuffed and had to take a hell of a leak, and was hornier than usual. He lay in bed and twisted and turned for the longest time, afraid he might wet the bed or worse once he fell asleep, and the more he tried to ignore his bodily needs the more urgent they seemed to become. He finally dropped off, and while he slept his body continued to do its thing, increasing the need that was already beginning to weigh heavily on his mind.

Seven the next morning he received his breakfast, bran, tea and an aphrodisiac shake, renewing the need, and again at nine, at which point he could barely eat. At eleven he insisted he see Doctor Redderik, and he warned the doctor he was not going to be able to hold back any longer. Seeing the strain in the boy's face, and knowing how much he was hurting, Doctor Redderik smiled and his cock stirred once again in his trousers. He might be a star and possibly making as much money as he was, but the teenager was under his control and about to be humiliated beyond his imagination Telling the boy he was too young and strong to give in to his bodily needs so soon, and telling him to use that powerful mind of his that he used for acting, he left the hapless teenager laying there in his hospital bed. For the next two hours all Frankie could think about was holding back his bowel movement and how badly he had to take a leak. His rectum was threatening to empty on its own and his sides ached so badly from wanting to take a leak he was afraid he was going to split a gut. As far as his sexual needs went, at least having a full erection that was refusing to go down was preventing him from pissing the bed.

At one that afternoon, Doctor Redderik arrived with half a dozen student doctors, four men and two women between the ages of twenty-four and twenty-seven. Raising Frankie's gown and pulling down his boxers, leaving them discretely covering his privates, Erin had each of the interns feel and prod the boy's extended, bloated stomach. With each palpitation, he gritted his teeth and clenched his eyes as he fought back the impulse to empty his bowels.

"So, what you have here," Erin finally concluded, "is an extreme case of faecal retention. What I want you to do now is describe to me what is happening medically as you watch Frankie empty his bowels."

"Describe medically?" asked one of the interns.

'As you watch Frankie empty his bowels?' asked Frankie to himself.

"Yes, I want you to call out the physical signs that indicate to you a person is defecating."

"And the purpose of this, sir?" asked another of the interns, finding, like the others, this a most unusual clinical study.

"Being a doctor isn't all about heart transplants or discovering a cure for the latest disease," Doctor Redderik observed. "It usually isn't even about saving lives. More often than not your medical training will require you to advise patients suffering from the simplest afflictions, such as constipation or diarrhea. So, I want you to observe in minute detail what a person does when he defecates. Understand?" It still sounded strange to his students, but who were they to question a practising doctor who was a renown leader in child and youth medicine. "So," he said with a smile as he looked down at Frankie and then extending a hand, helped him sit and then stand. "The moment you've been desperately waiting for."

Taking a child's potty from under the bed, he placed it on the floor and motioned for Frankie to sit on it. Frankie looked at it, and then at the doctor in disbelief. There? Now? In front of everyone! This was the moment he'd been waiting for, and now that it had arrived, he knew he was not going to be able to hold back any longer. But in front of a bunch of people, including two women? His heart ached as badly as his guts as he knew what was about to happen. His biological need overcoming his mental objection, the sixteen-year-old blushed a bright red as he hiked up his gown, pushed down his boxers, and squatted down on the child's potty.

"Contracted stomach muscles," observed one of the interns as Frankie contracted his muscles.

"Pushing out with his abdominal muscles," observed one of the girls as Frankie felt a turd slowly forcing open his sphincter.

Erin reached out and holding Frankie by the elbows and having the boy grasp his arms, he raised him off the pot to his total humiliation.

"Anal sphincter dilating," observed one of the interns, causing Frankie's face to turn red.

"Blood rushing to the cheeks," observed one of the girls, assuming that was due to his exertion and causing his face to turn even redder.

"Forehead furrowing. Concentration."

"Slowed breathing."

"Forced and deeper."

Wishing he would die and still held up by the doctor, Frankie forced out the first of his turds, a long, thick, solid one. It seemed to plop into the potty with a booming resonance. Inhaling deeply, he began to push the second out of his body. He felt like he was a little child everyone was watching to make sure he went doo-doo. Doctor Redderik lowered him back down on the pot and he continued to empty his bowels. Seven bowls of bran and bananas had resulted in a lot of roughage. Unable to avoid grunting and inhaling and exhaling deeply, he sat there on the floor and crapped in front of everyone. Nothing could be more degrading. When he was finally finished, he found out to his horror there was. There, in front of everyone, he took the toilet paper handed to him by the doctor and wiped himself. Frankie wondered if any of the interns knew who he was. "Malcolm in the Middle" being a family show playing to teens and young parents, it was likely none of them did. He could only hope.

Sending his amused and perplexed interns away, Doctor Redderik strained to stifle his laughter as he lead Frankie down to the hospital lecture theatre. There, in the front two rows, was a health class of twenty-four boys between the ages of ten to fourteen from the local middle school and their young, first-year teacher.

"Now then," Doctor Redderik said, addressing the group of boys, most of whom immediately recognized Frankie, which Frankie could tell from the looks on their faces, "before the nurse took you on your tour of the hospital, we were talking about how the brain controls our basic body functions. Who can tell me what those functions are again?"

One of the older students, clearly the type who was eager to impress his teacher, put up his hand. "Defecation, urination, and," he said with a snicker as he looked at his classmates, "ejaculation."

"Excellent. Now, Frankie here is going to demonstrate how the mind controls urination. Say hello to Frankie."

"Hi Frankie," the group of boys chorused.

Frankie looked at the rows of grinning boys, his heart sinking to a new low. Just the mention of urination had reminded him that he had satisfied only one of the needs his body was demanding be met. The doctor couldn't wouldn't! Moving suddenly and quickly and with years of experience, Erin pulled up Frankie's gown and pinned it about his waist. Leaving the horrified boy standing there before the class of students in his boxers, the doctor placed a plastic jug on the floor and picked up a clear plastic tube on the stand behind Frankie. Slipping his hand in the fly of Frankie's blue plaid boxers, he slipped out his dick and clamped the tube about it.

"Now, let's see which of these stimulations can get our volunteer to urinate," Erin said with a smile as he placed the other end of the tube in the jug and then turned on a tape. Frankie listened much to his horror to the sound of water running out a tap. As he felt the urge to begin pissing he fought back the impulse as strong as it was. To piss would get this humiliation over with, but to stand there and piss in front of a bunch of guys was even more humiliating than standing there with a hose attached to your dick. There followed the waves of the ocean, rainfall, a waterfall, and a trickling, gurgling brook. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he fought the impulse and the group of boys snickered and glanced at each other and strained forward to study his cock and the clear plastic tube, all claiming later their interest was in seeing when he began to piss though there was not one among them that hadn't strained forward to see the cock of the famous teen star. That strengthened Frankie's resolve that he was not going to piss in front of them.

"Now, how many here feel like taking a leak after listening to that?" Several boys raised their hands, though fewer than the number who'd been squirming and reaching down to pinch their dicks. Erin knew that was because some of them didn't want to admit they had to perform that simple bodily function, and that others had reached down and pinched their dicks for a totally different reason. If the stats were right that one in every ten males was gay, then two of them in that room were, and there had to be at least three times that number who were bi or straight but curious enough to try a gay encounter. The remainder were just plain horny, the result of their raging hormones that would make them think a shin plaster was sexy. "I need a volunteer."

Picking one of the grade six boys who had raised his hand when asked who felt like taking a leak, the doctor handed him a piss pot and told him to go behind the bed screen that had been set up in advance and relieve himself. Being a bit of a clown and an exhibitionist, as the doctor had suspected from years of working with teen and preteen boys, he grinned at his classmates and stepped behind the screen. In the silence that followed everyone heard the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled down, and a few seconds later, the sound of piss filling a plastic pot.

The sounds and the smell of fresh urine brought Frankie over the edge. His damn broke, and his piss began to flow down his urethra and out through the tube and into the jug, to everyone's amusement, and the distress of several who suddenly found the need to take a leak themselves even stronger. As for Frankie, he stood there helplessly as his piss flowed out of his cock with full force and began filling the plastic container. He was being watched taking a leak by a class of snickering, giggling boys and their teacher, who being in his first year, was too surprised and too bewildered to do anything about it. Frankie Muniz, teen star and idol of millions of teens, was standing in a lecture theatre helplessly pissing into a plastic bottle.

"So, as you can see," Doctor Redderik said, so pleased with the result of his little demonstration that he was having difficulty not giggling himself, "the mind can control the body and stop it from performing one of its basic functions, but sooner or later the body takes over and there is nothing the mind can do to stop it."

Frankie stood there totally embarrassed as the doctor detached the hose. As he reached down to tuck his limp dick back in his boxers, the doctor stopped him.

"Now then, let's take a look at another example of the relationship between the body and the mind. Who can tell me what happens to the body when a guy thinks about girls?" The boys looked at each other and giggled. "Come now, surely one person here knows."

"He gets a woody," observed one of the younger boys, glancing over at his teacher apprehensively.

His twenty-three-year-old teacher, having been on the job for slightly more than five months, didn't know what to do. The doctor was twice his age and experienced at this sort of field trip, and he had asked the question. Observing a boy urinating and now talking about erections while he stood there with his penis out hardly seemed proper and was probably against some school rule, but who was he to question the doctor's procedure? It had been the doctor who had phoned him yesterday at the end of the day and offered to do a presentation to his class after all.

"Exactly," replied Erin. He loved the honesty and straight forwardness of young boys. He also loved the attitude that had been instilled in them by adults that sex was something secret and dirty. "When a boy thinks about sex, his mind prepares his body to have sex by giving him an erection just in case it might happen. As a boy gets older and reaches his teens his mind can do that in a matter of seconds." Several of the boys glanced at each other and smiled coyly, knowing just how fast a guy could get an erection.

"On the other hand, the body sometimes takes over all on its own without the mind being able to control what is happening, resulting in a boy sometimes springing a woody at the most inconvenient times." Several of the boys blushed, recalling those times. The doctor knew exactly what he was talking about, and had the attention of the entire class. Finding his students about to get a sex ed lesson, their teacher sat back to observe. This had not been his plan, but having the doctor discuss a topic that he would not have to fret about teaching later worked well for him. "How many of you here have woken up with a morning wood for example?" continued the doctor. Now that was not something he'd have been able to ask in class, the boys' teacher thought. He was embarrassed just hearing the doctor ask the question.

So was every boy in the class, and Frankie besides. Erin knew that, and he smiled with delight as he slowly looked about the room at the fidgeting, self-conscious teens and preteens. It was evident he was not going to continue until someone responded. One of the braver boys raised his hand ever so slightly, followed by a buddy, and then another. Erin continued to wait. Each boy in the room knew that he knew his secret. One by one they slowly raised their hands as they stared at the floor in front of Frankie. Even the few boys who had not yet experienced having a morning wood raised their hands, figuring it was something every boy was supposed to have experienced. Each boy also felt a stirring in his trousers with all this talk about erections.

The lesson was also having its effect on Frankie, especially considering the constant supply of aphrodisiac he'd been consuming, and the fact that he was standing there in front of a room of boys with his penis sticking out of his boxers, and that he was gay. As the doctor continued with a lurid discussion of wet dreams and fantasies, he could not stop the inevitable, and as one after another of the boys noticed, his body reacted all the faster. The doctor continued, becoming more and more explicit and of course fully aware of what was happening but pretending not to notice until the snickers and jabs got too obvious.

"Now, as you can see, Frankie's mind and body have been having a struggle while I've been talking, and it is evident that his body has won," Erin said with a wide grin and the boys giggled and snickered openly now that what had happened to Frankie was out in the open. Their teacher immediately shushed them, and in doing so drew their attention to him, and to the bulge in his own trousers. "As you can see, Frankie has to get one off very badly," he observed. "When a boy has to go really bad, it is said he has blue balls. As you can see," he continued, suddenly yanking down Frankie's boxers, "Frankie's balls aren't blue, but they are tender and very full of semen." He ran his fingertip over Frankie's low-hung balls and smiled at the teenage boy as he turned his back to the class. "Another thing to notice," he continued as he faced the class again, "is that when a boy is really horny, his penis gets so swollen his foreskin becomes extremely tight and difficult to ease back. If anyone would like to check that out, come up and see for yourself."

The boys could not believe what the doctor had just suggested, never mind their teacher. They glanced at each other nervously, secretly wanting to step up and feel Frankie's boner, if not just out of curiosity having never felt another boy's erection then because they knew the boy standing in front of them was none other than Frankie Muniz, and somehow feeling a celebrity's cock made it special and all right. Of course there were a couple who were eager to do it because of their feelings for boys. They fidgeted until one grade five boy unable to resist his curiosity stood up and approached Frankie. The teenage star wanted to die as the boy wrapped his fist about his stiff cock and slowly pulled down the skin, pronouncing that it was difficult when prompted by the doctor. He wanted to die, but as Erin had noted, he was accustomed to doing what adults told him, even standing there in front of a class of boys and allowing them to feel his boner.

The ice having been broken, the first boy was quickly followed by a second, and then a third, after which the entire class lined up for a feel. Frankie stood there motionlessly and staring at the floor, unable to look each boy in the face, and unable to even look down at what was happening between his legs. One hand was replaced by another, each one feeling so different, and each one pulling back his skin and then releasing it to let it slide back up over his knob. Of course with the load of aphrodisiac he had in his veins, after even just twenty-four strokes the horny sixteen-year-old was ready to pop.

Of course Erin knew that and he told Frankie to continue stroking himself as the class counted off each stroke to see how long it would take his body to reach his orgasm. Although totally humiliated and self-conscious, Frankie began to slowly jack off, and the class began counting. Most teenage boys deny performing that solitary act, or at least make jokes about doing it, and even though practically every teenage boy in the world at sometimes has performed the act, the entire world pretends that it does not happen. Even though Frankie knew every boy watching him probably fiddled with himself, and even though he knew that they knew how good it felt, it did not make doing it in front of them any easier. Standing there stroking his cock with the twenty-four students watching him and counting each stroke and the two adults watching besides, he felt dirty and perverted, but the truth was, the pounding of his cock and the tingling of his knob felt so great after the itch being ignored for the past twelve hours that he wouldn't have been able to stop even if told to do so.

Knowing how hot the boy was, Erin gave him a plastic cup to shoot into, and none too soon. As the class called out the forty-seventh stroke, Frankie felt the twinge deep in his groin and the sudden surge of his semen up the core of his hot, throbbing cock. He grasped his bone tight and aimed the tip at the cup, and he quivered with delight and ultimate humiliation as he shot his load into the plastic cup. Not having shot off a load for forty-eight hours, and after the repeated emulsions that he'd consumed, he shot off repeatedly and his streamers were thick and copious. He was totally embarrassed shooting off in front of everyone, but at least he had the satisfaction of knowing the volume of his shot was the envy of the boys watching him, and their teacher besides he noticed.

Of course after the amount of aphrodisiac he'd consumed, his cock did not go down after he'd shot his load. To his surprise and continued embarrassment, Doctor Redderik invited someone in the class to come up to milk out a second round, telling the boys that there was no shame in jerking off, or jerking off repeatedly if you felt like it, and that all teenage boys were good for getting off several rounds in a day, which rather than being harmful, was actually good for them in that it relieved their sexual tension and by accelerating their circulation helped flush out their bodies. The boys of course had never heard that, and if they'd heard anything about jerking off, it was that it was dirty and not to be done. Being told by a doctor just the opposite put a lot of boys at ease, and for a number of boys was going to result in an increase in that solitary pleasure.

Unable to resist the opportunity to jerk off one of America's hottest young teen stars, one of the gay students in grade eight stepped forward, observing to his buddies that it wasn't every day that a guy had a chance to jerk off a hot and famous teenage star. As he wrapped his fist about the stiff erection and began to do to it what he did daily to his own, he felt his cock throbbing in his trousers and the first droplet of pre-cum to ooze out of the tip. Frankie was feeling horny also despite the fact he was being jerked off by another boy in front of a teacher and class of boys. His mind struggled with his feelings of shame and humiliation on one side and the pleasure of his throbbing, tingling flesh and the eroticism of being jerked off by a boy in public on the other. It was a strange combination of feelings, as was the combination of pleasure and embarrassment as he shot a second load into the plastic cup.

When the doctor suggested that he was good for at least one more milking, the other gay student quickly stepped forward. By then there was not a boy in the room who did not have a leaking erection, and for several, they began to worry that they just might cream their jeans as they watched the young hero of one of their favourite televison comedies being wanked off. When he shot his third load into the plastic cup, there wasn't a boy in the room that wasn't aching to get off. Doctor Redderik knew that of course, and his own cock had leaked out so much pre- cum that the inside of his underwear was slick. As he looked over at Frankie, his face flushed with post-climatic bliss and with shame and his balls drawn up tight under his still stiff pecker, he wished that he could take a picture to remember the moment.

Taking Frankie back to the examination room, he had him put on a diaper, and then called in his mother as he began to get dressed, his final humiliation of the teenage star. As Frankie pulled his jeans up over his diapers and pulled up his fly, he could not believe how often he'd wished that he could shrivel up and disappear the past twenty-four hours. The most irksome thing of all was that he had chosen to come here because he'd been curious about what it would feel like to be totally humiliated. It had been by his choice that everything that had happened to him had happened! Well, he knew now what it was like, and he was never so glad to be heading home as he was that day.

Giving the boy a final health drink, a mixture of a strong diuretic and a laxative, Erin smiled as he wished Frankie and his mother a pleasant flight back to California. The young star's humiliation was not going to be over yet. As the door to the examination room closed, Doctor Erin Redderik picked up the class list of twenty-four boys. He could not wait to begin calling them in for their physicals, and to test their reactions when he cupped their balls and casually mentioned the events of the afternoon as he asked them to cough. Teenage boys were so much fun to play with, and so easy to humiliate.