Chapter 3: Jason's & Ben's Initial Assessment

Jason raised his hand to knock on the door and then hesitated. For a moment he considered not going through with it. He could disappear somewhere for an hour or so. Maybe he could even fake an accident and give that as a reason for not attending the appointment. But he knew that he’d never get away with it. They would just reschedule the appointment for another time, and meanwhile the school would give him detention and his parents would give him hell. Besides, the little runt standing behind him could hardly be counted on to keep his big mouth shut and would no doubt jump at the chance to drop Jason right in the shit.

The fourteen-year-old looked over his shoulder at his younger brother, Ben. Ben was twelve, and though Jason would be quick to deny it, was the exact image of what he himself had been at that age. Both had the same slim, slight build. They both shared the same dark-blond hair colouring and lightly freckled complexions. Both had the same brown eyes, made to look larger than they really were by the long, full lashes - Jason hated those eyelashes, he always thought they made him look ‘girlie’. No one who saw the two boys together could possibly mistake the fact that they were brothers.

“You look like you’re about to piss your pants,” Jason sneered, the comment really an attempt to disguise the fact that he was so nervous that he was scared he might lose control of his own bladder.

Ben ignored his brother, as was his habit. Jason often made nasty remarks to him and the youngster had grown so used to them that he generally just let them wash over him.

Not getting a rise out of Ben, Jason turned back to the door and, without allowing himself time to think, he gave a sharp, loud knock.

“Come in.”

Turning the handle, Jason entered, Ben close on his heels. A youngish man got up from behind his desk to greet them, a welcoming smile on his face.

“You two must be Jason and Ben Middleton, assuming my timetable is correct. Is your father not with you?”

Jason shook his head. “Dad couldn’t come because something came up at work. He said I’d to give you this.” He handed across a note from their father explaining the man’s unavoidable absence. At least, thought Jason, this large dark cloud did have a silver lining or sorts, albeit a very thin one. Even though he wasn’t clear exactly what was going to happen today, Jason fully expected that he’d have to strip off at some stage, and that in itself was going to be embarrassing enough without having his dad there watching. The boy wondered how Daniel had got on earlier that day having to go through this with his mother there.

“Oh, well, I suppose it can’t be helped, said the man, as he finished reading the note. He dropped it onto the desk and looked up at the boys. “My name is Adam Lomax. I’m the doctor who’ll be conducting this study. You probably recognise me from that awful picture on the booklet you will have been given. The main purpose of today’s session is for me to get a little bit of background information about you and to give you a quick check over to make sure that you don’t have any problems. I can see that you’re both pretty nervous, so I think the best thing we can do is to get straight into the examination and hopefully, once we get started, you’ll find that it’s not going to be half as bad as you were expecting. As your father can’t be here I’m going to be asking you a few questions as we go along.”

“What sorts of things will you be looking at?” asked Jason, annoyed with himself when he heard the nervous tremor in his voice.

“Just the usual things,” the doctor smiled. “I’ll be checking your eyes and ears, listening to your chest to make sure you’re still alive, and I’ll be having a quick look down there,” he nodded his head down towards the boy’s crotch. “It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Jason’s heart sank. This definitely WAS something for him to worry about. His worst fears had just been confirmed. “What if I don’t want you to?”

“Well, your parents have given their permission for you to be examined, but I’m not about to force you. If you refuse I’ll have to report it to the school and your parents will be informed. It’s then up to them. What will probably happen is that another appointment will be made for a time when one of your parents can be present and we’ll take it from there.”

Jason realised straight away that this was a no-win situation. If he refused to co-operate now then his father would certainly make sure that he did so the next time. His shoulders slumped in defeat.

“Look, Jason,” the doctor said, his tone gentle and obviously intended to be reassuring. “If it’s a case of you being shy about anyone looking at you down there then I can tell you that most of the boys coming in here feel exactly the same way. At least if you get it over with now you won’t have a parent here watching. On the other hand, if you don’t want me looking because you think you might have a problem of some sort, then that’s all the more reason for me to examine you so that we can get it taken care of.”

“Yeah, I guess,” the teenager muttered, unhappily. They were going to do to him what they’d done to his cousin Tim. He knew it. He felt a surge of panic as he thought about what had happened to his cousin, and he took some quick deep breaths to steady himself. He made up his mind there and then that whatever happened, whatever this doctor might say, there was no way that he was going to let them do THAT to him. This thought made him feel a little better.

“Are you OK?” asked the doctor, looking concerned. “Is something the matter?”

“No, I’m fine,” said Jason. He saw Ben looking at him with a puzzled expression and he gave his brother a frosty glare.

“In that case,” said the doctor, “we’ll make a start. To begin with I’d like the two of you to strip down to your underpants.”

It took less than a couple of minutes for Jason to pull off his clothes, dropping them onto the chair behind him. All too soon he was standing self-consciously in just his blue and white briefs, his arms crossed over his slim, bare chest. Next to him stood Ben, looking nervous and uncomfortable in his dark-red underpants. Jason noted critically that his younger brother had hardly any sign of a bulge in his underwear, unlike himself. He suddenly realised that the outline of his own small, soft cock was clearly visible under the tight material as it lay pointing to the left. He considered rearranging it and tucking it down towards his balls so that he wouldn’t feel so much on show, but knew that to do so would mean drawing even more attention to himself as it would mean him putting his hand down inside his briefs in full view of the doctor and his brother. He decided to leave things as they were.

“Who wants to go first?” asked the doctor, putting aside the notes he had been glancing through whilst he’d waited for the boys to undress.

Jason and Ben looked at each other. Neither of them spoke.

“OK, seeing as you’re both so keen we’ll start with the oldest first,” said the doctor, with a grin. “Step over here, Jason.” As Jason stepped forwards the doctor took him gently by the arm and moved him to stand in front of the desk, facing his brother.

The doctor began the examination by looking in the boy’s eyes and ears. “So how do you two get along with each other,” he asked, making casual conversation.

“We don’t,” Jason muttered. “He’s a real pain.”

“No I’m not,” Ben replied, fiercely. “It’s you. You pick on me every chance you get.”

The doctor laughed. “Oops, maybe that was the wrong question for me to ask. Though you do sound like fairly typical brothers. I used to fight with my brother all the time. Do you have your own rooms or do you have to share?”

“We’ve got our own,” replied Jason. “We only have to share when someone comes to stay.”

“I bet that’s fun,” said the doctor. “It must be like world war three in your house when that happens.”

“Sort of.” Jason found himself smiling. In spite of his nervousness he was beginning to relax. This doctor seemed like a pretty cool guy. At least it was better than being poked and prodded by some old wrinkly. He opened his mouth so that the man could look down his throat.

“All clear there,” said the doctor, a moment later, dropping the wooden spatula he’d been using to press down on Jason’s tongue into the bin where it joined several others already there. “Have you had any serious medical problems in the past?” he asked, picking up his stethoscope.

“I don’t think so,” Jason replied. He began to take deep breaths as the doctor put one hand on his shoulder and used the other to press the cold metal disk against his chest.

“Sounds fine.” The doctor repeated this procedure on this boy’s back and then took the stethoscope from his ears. He left the instrument hanging around his neck as he put out his hands to feel around Jason’s neck, under his jaw, before feeling under the boy’s arms and briefly pressing at the tops of his legs at either side of his groin. “Well, you seem healthy enough. Sit yourself down for a minute and while I check your brother over.”

Jason picked up his clothes from the chair and dropped them down onto the floor so that he could sit down. For the next few minutes he watched Ben go through the same procedure that he himself had just been through. It had been ages since he’d last seen his brother undressed and he wasn’t especially impressed. He wondered vaguely whether he himself had looked that scrawny when he was twelve. He knew that he probably had, and the thought brought a smile to his face. At least in the last year he’d started to fill out a little, even if he was still one of the smallest boys in his class. There had been occasions recently when he’d noticed one or two of the girls from his class casting glances in his direction. He’d never done anything with a girl and wasn’t even sure that he wanted to, but the attention certainly didn’t do his reputation any harm.

Seeing the doctor had finished with Ben, all of Jason’s nervousness returned with a vengeance. He sat with his hands gripped tightly together waiting for the instruction that he was dreading.

“Right boys, it’s time to move on to the next part. I’d like you to take those briefs off now.” The doctor bent over the desk, making a few notes.

Jason got to his feet and glanced at his brother, who nervously returned the look. It was clear that neither of them was in a hurry to lose their final item of clothing. However, it was also clear that neither of them had any choice in the matter. Gathering his courage, Jason put his thumbs into the waistband of his underpants and pushed the garment down. As his briefs dropped to the floor, he stooped and picked them up and then added them to the pile of his other clothing.

Now completely naked, Jason covered himself with his hands. Out of the corner of his eye he could see Ben doing the same. The fourteen-year-old wished that his brother wasn’t there. Having to be naked in front of the doctor was bad enough, but having the runt there watching made things even worse. Of course, it would have been worse still if his dad had come along, and he didn’t even want to think about the prospect of having to undergo this in front of his mother. He couldn’t imagine how Daniel must have felt.

The doctor finished his writing. “We’ll start with you again Jason. I have to admit that although I like parents to attend this first examination, this part of it is easier for all concerned if they’re not here. Just out of curiosity, do the two of you normally ever see each other naked?”

Both boys shook their heads.

“Well, Ben, it should be quite interesting for you, getting a good look at your older brother. You’ll see how things are going to change and get an idea of what you’ll look like in a couple of years’ time.”

Jason suppressed a groan. The doctor was practically telling Ben to have a really good look at his brother’s equipment. The younger boy sat down on his chair, never moving his hands from in front of his groin. It’s not as if he’s got anything to cover up, Jason thought to himself.

“Right Jason, let’s have a look at you.” The man sat down on the vacant chair next to Ben and pulled Jason closer until the fourteen-year-old was standing directly in front of him. He gently but firmly pushed the boy’s hands away from his groin.

This was the bit that Jason had been dreading. He tried to keep himself calm as he watched the doctor take hold of his dick. It felt strange having someone touching him down there; no one had ever touched him there before. The doctor moved the boy’s penis around with his fingers, having a good look all the way around it then he very slowly began to push back the foreskin.

“Hmm, this is a little on the tight side.”

Jason felt suddenly sick. This is how it had started for his cousin. Tim, a year older than Jason, had been thirteen when, during a routine school medical examination, the doctor had discovered that his foreskin was tight and had recommended surgery to correct the problem. Tim had been dead set against the idea, but his parents had taken the doctor’s advice and a few weeks later Tim had been circumcised. Jason remembered the time Tim and his mother had visited them, shortly after the operation. Jason’s mother and aunt had talked of little else for the whole visit, openly discussing it in front of anyone who happened to be around. Tim had looked like he wanted to curl up and die the whole time. Later, when the two boys were alone, Jason had asked his cousin about it and Tim had cried. This was the only time Jason had ever seen his cousin cry.

“I’m not having an operation!” Jason practically spat out the words.

The doctor glanced up, a surprised look on his face which quickly changed to an understanding smile as comprehension dawned. “So this is what you’ve been so worked up about.”

Jason didn’t reply, he just met the doctor’s gaze with a stubborn glare. His heart was thumping and he could feel himself trembling.

“You’ve really got yourself into a state, haven’t you?” said the doctor, gently. “Well you can stop worrying. I don’t think you need surgery, not at this stage anyway. Even though your skin is quite tight, it does go back, and I can see that you keep it clean. It will probably loosen up more as you get older, and if it doesn’t and begins to be a problem, you can decide then if you want any sort of treatment. I assume it’s more difficult to pull back when you get hard?”

Jason nodded. He felt his face glowing red. The doctor’s words had come as a great relief, but talking about things as personal as erections and his foreskin was incredibly embarrassing, especially when his brother was sitting just feet away with eyes like saucers, drinking in every little detail.

Easing the skin forwards to re-cover the pink head, the doctor began to examine Jason’s balls, gently pulling them down and then feeling them individually. “Everything seems fine down here,” he said, “You don’t have very much in the way of hair yet, but that’ll probably change over the next year or so.” He ran his fingers through the small, very sparse patch of pubes at the base of Jason’s dick and then pulled teasingly on a few of the hairs on the boy’s scrotum with his thumb and forefinger. This caused Jason to redden even more. The teen was well aware from his covert glances in the showers that most of the boys in his year had a lot more hair than he did and a couple of the guys had even made jokes about his slow progress in that department.

“Turn around and bend forwards for me.”

“Why? What’re you going to do?” Jason asked, nervous about the man’s intentions.

“Nothing at all that you need worry about,” the doctor laughed. “Trust me, OK?”

“Yeah, I suppose.” Leaning forwards, as instructed, Jason kept glancing back to see what the man was doing. There was a close connection in his mind between doctors and hypodermic needles, and there was no way he was going to allow anyone to sneak up on him unawares and stick one of those things in his butt. Though in this case it turned out that he needn’t have worried, since the doctor seemed only interested in feeling his way along the vertebrae of the boy’s back, working all the way down from top to bottom. However, it did come as a shock when the young teen felt his arse cheeks pulled apart and a cool draught against his arse-hole, especially when this was followed a second later by the pressure of a finger pressing lightly right up against the hole itself. An involuntary gasp escaped his lips. The pressure disappeared and he quickly stood upright, turning back to face the man.

“You seem like a healthy young man,” said the doctor. “I’ve a couple more tests and a few questions and that will be you finished. “All you need to do for this next part is stand there and relax. Let your arms hang down by your sides.”

To Jason’s dismay the doctor again took hold of his penis. The boy was starting to wonder how many more times the man was going to be touching him down there. This time though it was different. The doctor’s fingers began to gently squeeze the shaft and pull on it, sliding backwards and forwards. “What’re you doing?” Damn it, he seemed to be making a habit of asking that same question.

“I need to have a look at you hard,” the doctor explained. “Don’t worry about it, just relax and let it happen.”

Jason was horrified. This man was playing with his dick with the sole intention of getting him hard. He was expected to stand here with an erection right in front of his little brother. Desperately he tried to think about anything but the feelings in his groin, hoping that if he could delay becoming hard for long enough the doctor would give up. He tried to picture his biology teacher naked; he was sure the sight of wrinkled old Miss Kramer without her clothes would be enough to put anyone off sex for life. The problem was, the doctor’s hand jerking his dick felt so good! Already he could feel stirrings down there. He kept reminding himself that he liked girls, not guys, so how come a guy pulling on his cock was having this effect on him?

“I’ve got a few questions for you, Jason,” said the doctor, keeping up the steady hand movements. “Some of them may seem a little personal or embarrassing, but it’s important that you try to answer them truthfully. Firstly I want you to tell me whether or not you masturbate.”

“What?” The question came as a shock. As far as Jason was concerned this went far beyond ‘a little personal’.

“Do you play with yourself? Do you jack off?”

“I know what masturbate means. It’s just, you know, private.” Jason shot a quick glance at Ben.

“So I can assume that you do it then?” said the doctor, with a smile.

“Yeah, sometimes,” Jason admitted, grudgingly, this time staring Ben straight in the face and daring the little runt to say anything.

Ben didn’t say anything. In fact, he didn’t show any sign that he was even listening. His full attention appeared to be focussed on the doctor’s hand stroking Jason’s slowly hardening cock.

“How often is sometimes?” the doctor asked. “Once a week? Every few days? More often than that?”

“Mostly every day,” said Jason. He knew that he was losing the battle to avoid getting an erection, and this topic of conversation wasn’t exactly helping matters.

“Do you go all the way or do you stop before you shoot?”

“No, I… erm… I usually keep going.” Jason knew his face was crimson. He’d never dreamt that he’d have to talk about stuff like this.

“You’re doing fine, Jason. Everything you’ve told me so far is perfectly normal for a boy of your age. I’ve a couple more questions. When you play with yourself do you think about girls, or boys, or does it vary.”

“It’s always girls,” said Jason, quickly. This wasn’t really true. Sometimes he didn’t think about anything at all other than how good it felt when he jerked on his dick. But he didn’t want the doctor getting the wrong idea.

“That’s fine. Are you sexually active at the moment, Jason? Is there anyone who you are having any sort of sexual contact with?”

“No.”

“Ok, I think that’s all the questions for now. Thanks for being honest with me. It look’s like you’ve become nice and hard now.”

His face flaming, Jason watched as the doctor examined his now rock-hard dick. Feeling all the way along the shaft and bending it from side to side so that he could look all around it. As the doctor let it go it bobbed up and hit Jason on the stomach before coming to rest pointing up at a sixty degree angle.

“You’ve got a nice, healthy erection,” said the doctor, reaching out his hand and giving it a final squeeze which caused the teenager to breathe in sharply. “You’re a bit sticky on the end. It looks like you’ve become quite excited. If you want to finish yourself off while I examine Ben, that would be OK with me.”

“Erm, no, I’ll be fine, thanks.” It was bad enough having his hard dick on show, but the fact that the doctor had drawn attention to the precum that was leaking from the head was enough to make Jason wish the ground would open and swallow him up. There was no way he was going to sit there and jerk himself off with people watching, however much he really needed to do it. He was going to have to somehow make himself wait until this was all over and he got home to the privacy of his own bedroom.

“Well, it’s up to you. If you boys could change places...”

Ben got to his feet looking reluctant and extremely uncomfortable. Throughout Jason’s entire examination the younger boy had kept his hands firmly over his crotch and didn’t show signs of intending to move them from there any time soon. Jason took Ben’s vacant seat. It was now his turn to have a close-up view of his brother’s embarrassment and he was going to make the most of it.

The reason for Ben’s extreme discomfort became immediately apparent as the doctor pulled the youngster’s hands away from his groin. The randy little bugger was already hard, his dick pointing almost straight up from his completely hairless crotch. Jason couldn’t believe it. The boy didn’t look to have much in the way of balls, but his cock was much bigger than Jason had expected.

“Well, this is going to save us a few minutes,” the doctor smiled, taking the hard shaft in his hand and bending it downwards. He had a good feel all the way along it and then pushed the skin back from the head. Jason watched enviously at how easily his brother’s foreskin moved. After feeling the boy’s testicles, the doctor had Ben turn around and bend over, just the way he’d done earlier with Jason. A quick examination of the twelve-year-old’s spine and then the man was pulling Ben’s arse cheeks apart. With a strange mixture of disgust and fascination, Jason realised he was actually looking at his brother’s arse hole. The whole process seemed to have taken little more than a couple of minutes; Jason’s own examination had felt like hours.

“Right, Ben. Since we’ve already seen that your erection is healthy and in good working order,” said the doctor, brightly, once more taking a hold of the rigid shaft and giving it a squeeze. “I’ve got a few questions for you and then we’re finished.”

“If you’ve done looking at me, can I get dressed?” the youngster asked, in a small voice.

“In a minute,” said the doctor. “Just stay as you are for now.”

For some reason, Jason’s eyes were drawn towards his brother’s dick. There was something almost hypnotic about the way it twitched and he knew from the look on the youngster’s face that the boy felt just as humiliated having to stand there naked and hard as he had himself, minutes before. The older boy was only half listening to the doctor’s questions, concentrating instead on enjoying his brother’s total embarrassment, though he was surprised to hear that Ben often jerked off several times a day, even though he didn’t shoot anything yet.

“Who do you think about when you play with yourself?” the doctor asked. “Boys or girls or sometimes both?”

There was just a moment of hesitation before Ben replied to the question. “Girls.”

Jason’s attention immediately moved from his brother’s cock to the boy’s face. Several years ago, Jason had discovered that he could always tell when Ben was telling the truth and when he was lying. That last answer had been an outright lie! The conclusion was obvious. His little brother was a queer. It took a moment for the older boy to get over the shock of the discovery and just another moment for him to realise that this information could be useful. Yes, under the circumstances it could be especially useful.

“Are you having any sort of sexual contact with anyone at the moment, Ben?”

Another slight hesitation before the boy shook his head. “No. Nothing like that.”

Another lie! Suddenly it all made sense. Jason put two and two together and discovered that four was the only possible answer. Billy Stanton! The two boys were always sleeping over at each others’ houses. They’d even shared Ben’s bed. Jason hadn’t thought anything of it before, since it had never occurred to him that they might be doing far more in that bed than just sleeping. Ben and Billy were the same age and had been best friends since they both started school together. They shared everything, and now Jason realised just how literally true that was. For a moment he felt a little jealous. He was fourteen and had never done anything at all with anyone other than a quick, fumbling kiss with a girl once; not exactly something to brag about. His brother was only twelve and was, by the sounds of things, at it on a regular basis, albeit with another boy. He had to admire the little runt, even if he didn’t like to think about what the perv got up to.

“Right then, Ben, that’s everything done,” said the doctor. “I suppose you’d better get yourself home and do something with this.” He took hold of the youngster’s still solid erection, giving it a squeeze and sliding his fingers up and down the shaft a couple of times before letting it go again. “You can get you clothes on now.”

Neither boy needed telling twice. As they pulled their clothes on, relieved to be finally covering themselves up, the doctor returned to his notes. A couple of minutes later both boys were fully dressed and waiting for permission to leave.

“Just one more thing before you go,” said the doctor. “You’re going to have to choose a partner for some of the future sessions. I assume that you’ll be partnering each other?”

“Yeah, I suppose,” said Jason, not stopping to think. He was just relieved that today’s session was over with.

“That’s good. I’ll be in touch shortly about when I want to see you again. If you need to see me about anything before then, you know where I am.”

With a nod, Jason hurried through the door, Ben close behind.

It was done. He’d survived it. Now Jason couldn’t wait to get home, into the privacy of his bedroom, and take care of unfinished business. His cock was still painfully hard. Luckily they were excused from school for the rest of the day; one of the few benefits of taking part in this study thing.

“So how long have you been messing around with Billy Stanton?” Jason asked, casually, as they left the school grounds.

Ben missed a step and then hurried to catch up. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“Really? Oh, maybe I got it wrong then. I suppose I should just forget the idea. By the way, I don’t think Mum needs to hear anything about what happened in there, do you? She really doesn’t need to know that the doctor mentioned the skin was a bit tight on my thing. Because if she got to hear about that, she might just get to know about other things as well. It would be shame if she put a stop to your sleepovers.”

Ben glanced up and the boys’ eyes met, briefly. “I won’t be telling her anything,” said the youngster.

“That’s the idea,” Jason smiled. “Oh and just one more thing. Make sure you don’t do anything with Billy where I might see you. Just the thought of what the two of you do together makes me want to puke.”

 

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