“Are you sure you don’t want me to come back with you?” Joshua asked, his tone low. The grizzly bear’s beefy arm was draped around the shoulders of his adopted son, a 14-year-old binturong who was slouching in the chair next to him.

The two of them had posted up in a couple seats by the check-in desk; the waiting room itself was about as welcoming as a doctor’s reception space could be, with easily cleanable chairs lined up next to each other, soft lighting, photos of landscapes on the walls, tall and leafy potted plant, and tables bearing small piles of magazines. Of course, there were the obligatory signs reminding parents to get their kids vaccinated for flu season and to keep cell phones silenced, as well as readily available boxes of tissues and pump bottles of hand sanitizer, and there was a television mounted to the wall that was currently playing a nature documentary. However, for the past ten minutes after Joshua had checked in and while he’d been completing the required paperwork for a new patient, Myles had been gazing at the waiting room’s most visually interesting feature: an aquarium in the corner that housed a small coral reef ecosystem. 

The teen binturong looked away from the blue tang that was sheltering under an arched rock and met his adoptive dad’s eyes. He was a little nervous, but he kept his voice even as he replied, “Yeah, I’ll be alright.”

Joshua nodded. “Okay…but if you need me for anything, even if you just want me in the room, you tell them—I’ll be right here.”

“Yeah…thanks, Dad,” Myles murmured with a grateful smile.

The older and significantly larger bear grinned and patted his son on the shoulder. “I’m proud of you for wanting to do this on your own, though.”

Myles’s heart leapt in chest. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm; it’s good for you to do things independently…just don’t be in too much of a hurry to grow up, kiddo,” Joshua added with a wink. He pulled with his arm around Myles’s shoulders, drawing the teen in closer to his side for a partial hug. “Still wanna do some things for you here and there.”

Myles blushed at his father’s affection, but he didn’t pull away; of course he felt the adolescent desire to break away from his parent, but the youngster still loved every opportunity he got to cuddle up with Joshua. “Aaw, Daaaad…”

Joshua growled softly and leaned in to kiss the top of his son’s head. “Just keep enjoying being a kid for as long as you can for me, okay?”

“Okaaaay…”

The bear gruffly rumbled—pressed to his dad’s side, Myles huffed the older man’s scent of cedar and sweat…it was a calming and reassuring fragrance that, combined with Joshua’s natural body heat and sheer heft he was hugged against, made Myles start growing a stiffy in his shorts…and he could imagine that Joshua’s own dick was starting to twitch. The two of them always got hard whenever they expressed affection through such close, intimate body contact—to be fair, most of the time they did that, they were naked and already feeling each other up as part of their father/son bonding activities. And even though it was a bit of a risk making even a small display such as this in a public space like the waiting room right now, Myles appreciated being distracted from the nerves of his impending doctor’s visit.

It wasn’t as though he was going in for a major procedure—a basic physical exam was about a low-stakes as it could get in medicine, but Myles was still on edge with the worry that his exam results would end up preventing him from playing soccer, which was why he was here in the first place. Specifically, Myles and Joshua were here at this particular doctor’s office on the recommendation of the binturong’s school soccer coach, who required that all students who wanted to join Byrnwood Preparatory Academy’s soccer team needed to complete a physical exam before tryouts. Ordinarily, Joshua would’ve simply set up an appointment with Doctor Lawson, Myles’s usual primary pediatrics physician. However, Coach Parker had strongly advocated for a visit with Doctor Fuentes, who specialized in youth sports medicine and was already set up to share medical records directly with Myles’s school. Myles hadn’t been certain what Coach Parker had told Joshua about Fuentes—all the teen knew was that his father had had a private conversation with the soccer coach, and then Joshua was almost giddy as he set up the appointment with the doctor. And now here they were, waiting for Myles to be summoned for his exam.

And speaking of which…

The door beside the reception desk opened, and a tan-scaled, wingless dragon in maroon scrubs and holding a tablet device emerged. “Myles?” the nurse called.

Joshua loosened his grip enough for Myles to push himself out of his chair.

“I’ll be right here,” Joshua reminded his son as the binturong strode towards the dragon.

“‘Kay…see you soon!” Myles replied, a sheepish grin on his lips.

The dragon held the door open for the binturong; as Myles stepped through and into the hallway beyond, he caught a glimpse of the nurse’s name tag, which bore the name “Kaiden”. Kaiden let the door swing shut behind him before he took the lead and kindly said, “Alright, we’re down this way…how’s your day going so far?”

Myles shrugged as he followed the dragon past a couple bathrooms and closed exam room doors. “It’s alright…got to hang with my dad this morning, that was fun.”

“Ah, nice…was that a friend of his with you in the waiting room?” Kaiden asked, uncertain.

“Nah, that’s him; he adopted me,” Myles explained simply.

“Oh! Ah, sorry, I should’ve realized,” Kaiden said apologetically. 

Myles shrugged again. “It’s fine, it happens all the time—we don’t look anything alike, so people assume he’s like my uncle or something.”

“I can imagine,” the nurse said empathetically. “But it’s great that you two are so close…always good to find family like that…and here we are,” he added, coming to a stop in front of an open door for an exam room—the sign beside the doorway read “Exam 7”.

Myles stepped inside first and Kaiden followed, closing the door behind them.

“Alright, if you’ll just hop up here for me,” Kaiden instructed, patting the padded exam table, “I’ll ask a few questions and take some quick vitals, and then I’ll get Doctor Fuentes.”

“Yeah, sure thing,” Myles replied agreeably. 

While Kaiden set his tablet into the dock next to the computer on the countertop, Myles pushed himself up onto the table—the exam table paper crinkled under the teen as he settled on top of it, and his short legs dangled over the side of the pleather cushion.

“Okay…looks like you’re here for just a general physical?” Kaiden asked, consulting his computer monitor.

“Yep—well, a sports physical, for soccer,” Myles clarified.

“Ah, great! Anything bothering you that we should check out?” Kaiden asked, typing in a quick note as he spoke.

“Mmm…nope, nothing.”

“Any major weight changes or loss of appetite?” the nurse asked.

“Nope.”

“Any changes in medications or anything?”

“Nope.”

“Okay…no allergies…looks like your dad took care of your family history…and everything else is looking good,” Kaiden mused as he scrolled through the digital paperwork and questionnaires that Joshua had completed earlier. “Cool…so, now for some of the vitals…”

The dragon stepped away from his computer and rolled a medical cart up next to the table.

“First up, just gonna check your blood pressure,” Kaiden explained as he picked up a small inflatable cuff from the cart. “Could I have your right arm, please?”

Myles extended his arm, and Kaiden wrapped the cuff around his bicep, velcroing it into place to sit snugly around his limb. The dragon then started the blood pressure monitor—the cuff began to inflate, and Myles forced himself to breathe calmly when he started feeling the pinch around his arm. 

“And could I get your left hand, please?” Kaiden requested, holding up a pulse oximeter clip while the blood pressure cuff continued to inflate.

Myles held out his hand, and Kaiden clipped the pulse oximeter onto the tip of his middle finger.

The blood pressure cuff buzzed as it drew in more air and swelled to its maximum, and Myles clenched his right hand in slight discomfort, now feeling the pins and needles of his circulation starting to get cut off from the tight band around his bicep. Kaiden and Myles waited as the monitor paused…then released a small gasp of air…and another…before the monitor beeped with a reading and started to deflate.

“Let’s see…108 over 70,” Kaiden read, his tone neutral. 

“Is that good?” Myles asked as the dragon removed the blood pressure cuff from his arm.

“Oh yeah—at your age, you should be under 120 over 80, so you’re right in that normal range,” Kaiden replied, stowing the cuff on the cart before he logged the statistic on his computer. He then checked the pulse oximeter. “And…98%, so you’re perfect there…and 87 bpm, so everything’s good there, too.”

The dragon typed in the additional figures on his computer before removing the pulse oximeter clip from Myles’s finger and replacing it on the medical cart.

“And last thing I need is your temperature,” Kaiden noted, picking up an infrared thermometer from the cart. He aimed the device at the binturong’s forehead for a moment…before the thermometer beeped, and Kaiden glanced at the reading. “98.7—perfect.”

“Heh, I passed?” Myles quipped.

“With flying colors, man! Nicely done,” Kaiden chuckled back as he typed in the last vital statistic. He then plucked his tablet from the computer dock before addressing Myles again. “That’s all I need—I’ll get Doctor Fuentes next, although before I do, are you still alright on your own, or would you like me to get your dad for you?”

“Nah, I’m good,” the binturong replied, his confidence rising now that he’d already received some good preliminary results.
“Alrighty. It’ll be a few minutes until Doctor Fuentes comes in, but he’ll need you undressed for your exam—just down to your underwear is fine,” Kaiden clarified. “So I’ll leave you to it while I go get him.”

“Oh! Okay, yeah, I’ll…uh, yeah,” Myles muttered awkwardly; he’d stripped down to his skivvies for doctor’s visits before, and of course he was more than comfortable getting naked with Joshua and in the locker room at school, but there was always that mild trepidation of getting undressed for the first time in a new place for a stranger who was soon going to be poking and prodding at him…

Kaiden, however, flashed the teen a reassuring smile before he stepped out of the exam room, leaving Myles alone.

With a sigh, the youngster slid off the exam table—he might as well get on with this. Forcing himself to stay steady, Myles tugged off his t-shirt first and tossed the black garment on the chair that stood by the wall. If Joshua had been in the room with him, that’s where the bear would have been sitting—in his mind’s eye, Myles could see his dad catching his shirt for him and ogling his bare chest and stomach appreciatively. 

“Looking good, kiddo,” Myles could hear Joshua say in his imagination.

That was something that Myles always appreciated about his adoptive father—Joshua took every opportunity to compliment him, to encourage him, to build up his confidence about everything from his academic performance to his body image. Having had no stable and consistently supportive parental figure for the first 11 years of his life, Myles hadn’t been the most self-assured cub. But that had all changed when Joshua had started fostering him, and then adopted him when he turned 12. The binturong’s self esteem had grown by leaps and bounds in the time that he and Joshua had become family…although there were times when Myles still wished he wasn’t quite so thick-figured, that he didn’t have his little bit of excess belly fat, or that his gray fur wasn’t quite so dark and dense on his body. But Joshua made him feel good about himself through the little praises he shared, especially during their intimate bonding times. Myles had lost count of how many different ways Joshua had complimented him as he got undressed, as he cuddled up close with his father, and as he let Joshua touch and explore every inch of his body. And, looking down at his shirtless torso now, Myles could hear his dad in his ear, whispering “cute…so handsome…that’s my boy…such a sexy little stud…”

Fortified by Joshua’s imaginary pride, Myles then slid off his hunter green shorts, revealing the blue briefs he wore beneath; his small, adolescent penis and balls created a tasteful bulge in the crotch of his underwear…and the young teen could imagine his father’s huge, broad hand gently rubbing the underside of his testicles through his underwear, the bear’s thick fingers delicately tracing over the outline of his semi-flaccid member…

But then, for a brief moment, doubt and panic flashed through Myles’s mind—consciously, he knew that he was about average for boys his age, but in typical teenage fashion, Myles imagined the doctor laughing at him, telling him his dick was too little, and that he’d never be a real man with the pitifully undersized cock he sported. 

Yet there was Joshua’s voice in his ear again, saying, “You’ve got nothing to worry about, son, you’re perfect…got just the right manhood, and it’ll grow as you get older.”

Myles shook off his nerves—Joshua was right, he had nothing to worry about. Besides, doctors weren’t supposed to laugh at their patients, right? And everything that happened in the exam room was supposed to stay secret, right? 

The binturong sighed again, calming himself as he tossed his shorts on top of his shirt. Now naked except for his underwear and the thin, stainless steel anklet—a special gift from Joshua—he wore on his right ankle, Myles hopped back up onto the padded exam table to sit and wait. He glanced around at the medical signage and abstract art prints on the walls…listened to the hum of the fluorescent light above him…tapped his fingers together to an imaginary beat to entertain himself… 

Fortunately, he didn’t have to wait more than five minutes before he heard a knock on the door; the handle turned and the door swung open.

“Myles?” came a rich and honeyed man’s voice from behind the door.

The binturong turned in his seat to look behind him, where he saw a muscular cougar with tawny and white fur in his 40s. Unlike the dragon nurse in maroon scrubs, the cougar wore a white lab coat over his beige scrubs and a stethoscope around his neck, while he held a tablet in his hand.

“Yeah, that’s me,” Myles replied by way of introduction as the feline closed the door and stepped up to the table.

“Awesome, great to meet you; I’m Doctor Fuentes,” the cougar said warmly, shaking Myles’s hand like a friend. “You doing alright? Sorry for the wait—part of the job is lots and lots of paperwork.”

“Oh, no worries, it wasn’t too long,” Myles said amiably.

“Cool, thanks—so, it looks like we’re just doing a sports physical today?” Fuentes asked, consulting his tablet before he plugged it into the computer dock on the counter.

“Yep.”

“Gotcha…ah, yeah, soccer with Coach Parker—you go to Byrnwood Prep?” Fuentes asked after glancing at the computer screen for more information.

“Yep—I’ve been playing for one of the youth leagues, but my dad said I could try out for the school team this year.”

“Ah nice! I actually went to Byrnwood myself.”

“You did?” Myles’s eyebrows rose in surprise.

“Yeah, go Griffins!” Fuentes clawed at the air to mimic a griffin’s paw. “I was on the swim team—helped bring home the national championship trophy my senior year for the relay; I did the butterfly. Man, that was a good time…” The cougar trailed off, reminiscing about his youth for a moment, before he took up again, “I’ve been following the soccer team, they were so close to making it to nationals last year! Think you can help them get there and bag the trophy this year?”

“I don’t know—I want to! But first I need to get on the team,” Myles pointed out with a chuckle. 

“Heh, true, and before that we need to get this physical done, bud,” Fuentes playfully noted. “Ready to get started?”

“Yeah, let’s do it,” Myles replied; even just the short chat with Fuentes and making the connection through their shared school had put the boy a little more at ease, as his posture had become more relaxed and not quite so tense. 

“Great! Just a head’s up, I’m going to talk to my computer while I do your exam, but feel free to ask questions anytime,” Fuentes said as he pulled on a pair of lavender nitrile gloves with a couple soft snaps of the synthetic latex. “First we’ll do your height and weight…”

At the doctor’s direction, Myles slid off of the exam table and first stepped onto the scale, the rubberized and ridged surface tough beneath his paw pads. After noting the teen’s weight at 140 pounds, Fuentes had Myles stand against the wall where a sliding ruler had been mounted.

“Straight as you can, bud—there we go,” Fuentes said as the binturong stood at his full height. The cougar slid down the measuring tab to the top of Myles’s head, and once Myles had stepped away, Fuentes called to his computer, “Height at five feet, four inches.”

From there, Myles got back onto the exam table and Fuentes readied his stethoscope, placing the ear pieces into his ear canals and holding the cold metal chest piece against the youngster’s breast.

“Just breathe normally for me here,” Fuentes instructed as he leaned in close to Myles’s chest.

The teen did as he was told, simply inhaling and exhaling at a regular rhythm…although it almost took conscious effort for Myles to keep his breathing steady. Having the doctor so close to him and listening to his heart was almost as intimate an experience as cuddling with his father, and it didn’t help that the cougar was so particularly handsome and brawny…

“Man, that’s a great heartbeat right there! Let’s check your lungs, champ,” Fuentes said after a minute of listening to Myles’s heart. He circled around and sat on the table directly behind the binturong, his folded leg wedging up against Myles’s butt and the base of his tail, while he placed a heavy, steady hand on the teen’s left shoulder. Myles straightened up from his slouch as Fuentes held the end of the stethoscope against his back, just under his left shoulder blade. “Okay, breathe in for me.”

Myles inhaled…

“And out.”

The teen exhaled…and Fuentes dragged the end of the stethoscope down to his mid-back, still on the left side. 
“And in again…and out.”

After listening to Myles’s left lung, Fuentes checked his right…before announcing, “All good there, bud—patient heart and lung function are normal.” 

Myles slouched again when Fuentes stood from the table once more; having the large man sitting right behind him while listening to his lungs had sent small shivers up his spine, and Myles couldn’t help but feel a subtle twitch in his dick.

“Okay, now if you can scoot back and lie down for me, I’m gonna check your ankles and knees,” Fuentes said as he folded his stethoscope over his neck again.

Myles complied, lying back on the exam table; Fuentes stood by his feet and laid his hand on Myles’s left ankle, lightly squeezing the joint…and paused. 

“What are you checking there?” Myles asked, curious.

“Your pulse; not so much about what your pulse is, but more about whether you’ve got good blood flow in your legs,” Fuentes replied. “And…yeah, good there…and…” he trailed off, checking Myle’s right ankle, his fingers settling just below the stainless steel band that the teen wore, “good there, too. Actually, here’s something cool; another way you can check your pulse is in your gut.” 

Fuentes stepped up to hover over Myles’s midriff and lightly dug the tips of his fingers into the teen’s exposed belly, just above his navel. Myles’s eyes widened at the sensation; it wasn’t unpleasant, simply new and surprising…and oddly arousing, moreso due to the act of Fuentes pushing his fingers into a tender and intimate spot for the boy.

“And riiiight…there! Man, that’s a great, strong heartbeat,” Fuentes observed satisfactorily. “That’s your abdominal aorta I’m pressing on right there, it’s the main artery that carries blood from your heart to the rest of your body.”

“Whoa, cool…does that have anything to do with the whole, like, ‘trust your gut’ saying? Like, because you can feel your pulse in your gut?” Myles asked, intrigued.

Fuentes smiled encouragingly down at him. “You might be onto something, bud; there’s a whole field of study around the connection between our guts and brains and how we interpret those ‘gut feelings’—I wouldn’t be surprised if that artery has something to do with it.”

The cougar removed his fingers from Myles’s stomach and stepped back down to the teen’s feet. Fuentes gently took the binturong’s left paw in his hands, cradling the foot and wrapping his fingers around it to hold it secure. “That was a good question, you know; are you interested in anatomy and science in school?” he asked as he began to twist Myles’s foot up, down, and around to test his ankle’s range of motion.

Myles shrugged while he allowed the cougar to manipulate his foot—Fuentes’s gloved palms and thick fingers felt nice on his pads and wrapped around his paw, but he forced himself to focus on answering the doctor’s question. “Yeah, kinda, I guess—I mean, I’m taking biology and chemistry right now and it’s all kinda boring…no offense.”

Fuentes chuckled. “None taken! I remember those classes when I was your age; it was like all they wanted to teach us was that the mitochondria was the powerhouse of the cell and how to write chemical formulas.”

“Yeah! Like, I get that it’s important, but it’s like, when am I going to use that? I kinda…I don’t know…”

“Want to learn about something more practical?” Fuentes suggested as he swapped from Myles’s left foot to his right.

“Yeah!”

The cougar chuckled again as he tested Myles’s right ankle, twisting his foot in a circle. “I was right there, too; you’ll get to the more hands-on stuff eventually…basic biology might be boring, but it’s a pretty important foundation if you want to go into the medical field, if that’s what you’re interested in.”

“Oh, I don’t know…I don’t know if I’ve really figured out what I’m interested in yet,” Myles sighed wistfully.

“Heh, that’s fair, you’ve got plenty of time to figure out what you like and what you don’t like,” Fuentes noted as he released Myles’s foot after testing his ankle’s full range of motion. “Your ankles are feeling fine to me, nice and loose, but did you feel any tightness or pain when I was circling them around?”

“Nope.”

“Awesome. Patient exhibits nominal ankle pronation and supination, and nominal inferior vascular function,” Fuentes announced for the benefit of his computer’s note-taking program.

“Inferior?” Myles asked, confused and alarmed by the negative connotation of the word.

“Hm? Ah! No, it doesn’t mean ‘bad’—in anatomical terms, inferior means ‘away from your head’,” Fuentes clarified, now using both hands to lift the boy’s left calf off the table and bend his knee. “And vascular means…”

“Oh, um…veins?” 

“Yep, you got it, bud. So, all that means is you’ve got good blood flow below the waist.” Fuentes grinned down at Myles as he began to push his leg back and forth like a lever, testing the mobility of his knee and hip—at one point, he manipulated Myles’s leg to spread and open his groin, exposing the side of the small bulge in the boy’s underwear. “Any pain or discomfort while I’m doing this?”

“Nuh-uh.”

“Excellent.” Fuentes carefully laid Myle’s left leg down on the table again and took up his right leg by the calf to perform the same test. “And how about this—anything tight or uncomfortable there?”

Myles felt a little silly and vulnerable having his leg involuntarily manipulated and twisted around like this while he was flat on his back, but the only tightness he was feeling was the start of a certain stiffening in his crotch…

“Nope, all good,” Myles replied, trying to sound calm and natural and distract himself from the impending boner he was beginning to get—he wasn’t aroused enough to start really chubbing up in earnest, but his dick had already swelled from totally flaccid to a more defined lump in his underwear thanks to Doctor Fuentes. To be fair, at just 14 years of age, Myles was in the throes of puberty; with his hormones turning him into a typical horny teenager, just a glance from Joshua was enough to get the binturong riled up. And now, effectively getting manhandled by the strong, confident, caring, and mature cougar was making the youngster hot under the collar, so to speak.

“Great! Patient exhibits normal hip flexion and extension, and normal range of motion for the knees.” Fuentes carried on normally, dictating his notes while he easily lay Myles’s leg back down on the table and remained by his feet; Myles wondered for a moment if the doctor was either genuinely unaware of the subtly growing bulge in the binturong’s briefs, or if Fuentes had noticed and was just pretending not to for the sake of the boy’s dignity. 

Either way, the doctor continued with his exam, now picking up Myles’s feet again; this time, however, he pressed his palms up against the binturong’s soles. Fuentes pushed, forcing Myles’s feet to flex up and stretch his calf muscles. Myles squirmed ever so slightly, the rubbery texture of Fuentes’s nitrile gloves rubbing against the sensitive pads on the ball of his foot. 

“Dorsiflexion appears normal,” Fuentes noted before he addressed Myles again. “Now, can you push your feet down against my hands? Like you’re standing on your tiptoes.”

Myles did as requested, stretching his legs to their full length in the process…and enjoying the feeling of having his feet in Doctor Fuentes’s grip, if he was being honest.

“Perfect…plantar flexion is normal, too.” Fuentes set the boy’s feet down to rest on the table again…but then he delicately danced his fingers across the surface of Myles’s paw pads. His digits teasingly brushed against the boy’s soles and arches, enough to make the boy laugh and gasp.

“Ah! Hey! Haha!” Myles, taken by surprise, giggled and squirmed as he yanked his feet away from the doctor’s tickling fingers.

“Ha! Sorry, bud, needed to test your reflexes,” Fuentes chuckled innocently, gripping the boy’s feet to pull them back down towards the edge of the table. 

“Aha, g-gotcha—sorry, little ticklish there,” Myles guffawed, still settling from the sudden stimulation.

“It’s all good, laughing and jerking like that is natural,” Fuentes purred. He sat down on the rolling stool next to the table and drew himself close until he was face to face with the soles of Myles’s feet. “And just do what feels natural to you for this next part, too; I need to check your nerve sensitivity, just to make sure everything is working the way it’s supposed to.”

“How are you gonna do—whoaaaaahaa! Mmmf!” Myles groaned and squirmed again when Fuentes, still holding the binturong’s toes, leaned in and dragged his tongue across his patient’s paw pads. 

Myles tried to jerk his feet back like he had when Fuentes had tickled him, but the cougar’s hold on his toes was enough to keep him from budging more than an inch. 

“Ahmf! Haaahaa! Mmmf!” Myles gasped and giggled as the cougar’s flexible, wet tongue slid over his sensitive soles. For a moment, he thought to protest—foot licking wasn’t a normal part of a physical, was it? But the boy couldn’t get a real word out…nor did he really want Doctor Fuentes to stop, in all honesty. Myles had never felt anything like this before, and as he writhed on the table (making the medical paper under him crinkle), the young binturong’s member properly stiffened further in his underwear.

“Hhmmmmm,” Fuentes moaned softly, lapping at the boy’s pads, arches, and toes; he didn’t spend more than a minute on Myles’s left foot before he swapped over to the right, giving the cub’s paw the same treatment. His tongue slid over the soft, supple beans of Myles’s pad, and he buried his nose in the boy’s toes, huffing the tangy, pungent scent of teen body odor, before he moved up to lick between and over each digit. He slurped on Myles’s right foot almost indulgently, as if he were making out with it for a moment…before he finally pulled away and licked his lips while he gazed down at his patient. 

Myles was still twitching and squirming on the table; the moist, tickling sensation of Fuentes’s tongue on his feet had been an onslaught of pleasure, and when he felt that the doctor had finished, he hazily grunted, “Wuh…what was that for?”

“Heh, like I said, testing your nerve sensitivity,” Fuentes chuckled. “There are plenty of other methods that doctors can use to check and see if your body reacts normally, but that’s one of the more fun ways.”

“Huh…guess that makes sense,” Myles mused, not really looking for a reason to contradict Fuentes if the doctor was going to continue conducting tests like this on him. 

“Plus, getting a good taste of your feet like that helps me get a better idea of how you’re sweating and how you’re progressing as you’re going through puberty,” Fuentes explained nonchalantly, as if he routinely licked and sniffed his patients’ feet during physical exams.

Myles frowned bemusedly—Fuentes had to be making that up, right? “What, for real?”

“Oh yeah—here, sit up for me,” the cougar instructed. Myles pushed himself up to sit with his legs dangling over the edge of the exam table again as Fuentes continued, “Your body goes through all kinds of changes when you start puberty—you’ve probably noticed some of them already, right? Like parts of you are getting bigger and you’re going through some mood swings…”

“And my voice cracks sometimes,” Myles added helpfully.

“Right! Well, it’s all thanks to the hormones your body is making now, like testosterone,” Fuentes went on. As he spoke, he opened a drawer in one of the cabinets and withdrew a small reflex hammer. He then held the hammer against the side of Myles’s right knee, while his free hand rested on the boy’s thigh. “And some of those hormones get into your sweat and you naturally sweat them out, usually in the sweat glands in your armpits and feet—getting a sense of what your foot sweat tastes like can help me see if everything’s on the right track for you or if there’s a problem.”

Fuentes tapped Myles’s knee with the reflex hammer, and Myles involuntarily jerked his leg.

“Seriously?” Myles asked, now genuinely intrigued, while the doctor switched over to his left knee.

“Yep; there’s a whole lot of testing doctors can do just by taste and smell.” Fuentes tapped the hammer against the boy’s knee, eliciting another leg jerk. Satisfied, the doctor exchanged his reflex hammer for the otoscope hanging in its wall-mounted cradle. As he slotted a funnel-shaped ear speculum into the head of the otoscope, he went on, “One of the big ones is urine testing—like certain smells in your pee can tell me if you’ve got an infection or if you’ve been eating your greens.”

“Wait, you’re gonna smell my pee?” Myles asked, now mildly shocked, while the doctor started examining the insides of his ears with the otoscope.

“Uh-huh…that’s the plan, bud…smell it…and drink it,” Fuentes murmured, sounding distracted as he peered into the teen’s left ear canal and checked his ear drum. 

“Huh? Wait-wait-wait, what?” Myles was dumbfounded—the doctor was acting like he was just talking about the weather. 

“Mmhmm, you heard right,” Fuentes confirmed while he swapped over to Myles’s right ear.

“But…when I’ve done pee testing before, my doctor just sent it to a lab,” Myles pointed out, confused.

“Yep, that’s for more conventional testing and detailed results.” The cougar sounded unconcerned while he exchanged his otoscope for the ophthalmoscope hanging from the wall-mounted rack. “Those tests take a couple days for the lab to do—smelling and tasting your pee while you’re here is gonna give me the info I need to get your soccer tryout form filled out today.”

“Oh! Oh…huh, okay…still, don’t know if you really wanna drink my pee,” Myles muttered while Fuentes held up the ophthalmoscope to his right eye to peer into it, shining the light into the binturong’s retina. 

“Heh, no sweat, I’m used to it. And it’s really not so bad—kind of an acquired taste. Kind of like a couple other things,” the doctor finished vaguely before he instructed, “Keep looking straight ahead for me.”

Myles did as he was told; Fuentes turned the lit ophthalmoscope away briefly, then flashed it over the boy’s right eye.

“Good pupil response there,” Fuentes noted as Myles’s green iris contracted, shrinking his pupil. The doctor performed the same tests on Myles’s left eye—first inspecting the back of it before checking his pupil response—before he stood back and exchanged his ophthalmoscope for the otoscope again; this time he slotted on a nasal adapter.

“Alright, tilt your head up for me.”

Myles complied, and Fuentes spent a few moments checking the insides of the boy’s nostrils.

“Pretty good there…looks like you’ve got…a slightly deviated septum,” the cougar observed. 

“What’s that?” Myles asked, concerned.

“Nothing to worry about, unless it starts causing you problems,” Fuentes said calmly as he withdrew from Myles’s nose. “It’s not a broken nose, it just means that the inner wall of your nose, or your septum, is a little off to one side. That could just be something you were born with, or you might’ve gotten an injury that caused it.”

Myles recalled at least six different occasions when he’d taken a soccer ball to the nose when he’d played as part of his youth league. “Ooooh, yeah, probably from soccer.”

Fuentes nodded understandingly while he took the nasal adapter off of the otoscope. “Yeah, balls to the face can do that—anyway, if you feel congested in one nostril, it’s probably that deviated septum. Again, nothing to worry about unless it’s making it really hard to breathe.”

Myles shrugged. “I mean, I’m breathing fine, sooo…”

“Well, there you go, no worries about it!” Fuentes said jocularly. He then approached with the otoscope again, holding it up so it was level with Myles’s face. “Mind sticking out your tongue and saying ‘ah’ for me?”

Myles grinned and did as requested. “Aaaaaahh…”

The cougar peered into the boy’s open maw, shining the otoscope’s light all the way to the back of Myles’s throat.

“Aaaand…looking good there…I want to check your gag reflex and esophageal function, though,” Fuentes remarked as he placed the otoscope back on its wall rack.

“Okay…how’re you gonna do that?”

“Best way to check your gag reflex is using these.” Fuentes held up his gloved hands and wiggled his fingers. He stood before Myles and cupped the boy’s cheeks in his hands. “Just need you to relax and open your mouth for me again.”

Myles dropped his jaw; Fuentes used a thumb to gently fondle and press on his soft lips, tenderly rubbing over the entrance to the boy’s mouth with his gloved digits.

“Just feeling for any abnormalities while I do this,” Fuentes explained smoothly, circling his thumb around Myles’s lips…before he slipped the digit into the boy’s mouth and rolled his thumb over Myles’s tongue.

Myles grunted softly, finding himself enjoying the sensation of the feline’s thick thumb pressing on his tongue. Fuentes caressed the moist pad of muscle, stroking it almost affectionately, before…

“Close your lips and suck on my thumb…just want to check everything’s working the way it’s supposed to,” Fuentes instructed.

Myles didn’t need much encouragement—it almost felt natural to suckle on the large digit resting on his tongue. The boy even lightly lapped at Fuentes’s thumb as he sucked on it, paying no mind to the sterile taste of the synthetic latex; Myles wasn’t sure why, but the act of sucking on the adult’s thumb was satisfying a deep, instinctual urge within him, like he was satiating a certain hunger…and he wanted more. He’d never done this with Joshua, but maybe he should, considering how much he was enjoying it; his little pubescent cock was stiffening further in his underwear, and his balls were tingling with need now. Myles’s eyes glazed over and he huffed softly with pleasure while his small, warm mouth continued working over Fuentes’s thumb…and Fuentes even started pushing his thumb back and forth between the boy’s lips in gentle thrusts.

“There we go…perfect, just like that, bud,” Fuentes purred. “You like having something in your mouth like this?”

“Mmmhmm,” Myles moaned, his cheeks flushing.

The cougar chuckled. “Heh, good; a lot of boys your age do, it’s perfectly normal…and you’re giving me some good suction there…now, let’s check that gag reflex…”

Fuentes withdrew his thumb with a soft pop from between Myles’s lips, and he replaced it with his index and middle fingers pressed together. He inserted his fingers into the boy’s mouth—Myles didn’t resist, he gladly accepted the digits that slid over his tongue and pushed towards the back of his throat…Fuentes’s thick fingers crept over the edge of his tongue…until they rubbed his uvula.

“Hlllk! Glk!” Myles heaved and jerked, as if trying to yank his head back from the doctor’s fingers.

“Oof, pretty strong reflex there!” Fuentes observed with a chuckle, withdrawing his fingers to let the boy recover.

Myles coughed and caught his breath as his stomach settled. “Sorry—felt like I was gonna puke!”

Fuentes grabbed a paper towel from the wall-mounted dispenser and wiped his fingers—glistening wetly with Myles’s saliva—dry. “No worries, bud! It’s a pretty normal response, although I’d suggest doing some work to help train yourself out of it.”

“How can I do that?”

“There are some exercises and tools you can use, but the simplest one is just using your fingers to get yourself used to the feeling. Then you can start taking things deeper in your throat; it’ll make drinking a lot easier when you’re tired after playing soccer,” Fuentes added offhandedly as he opened the door of the upper medical supply cabinet. “And speaking of drinking, there’s a swallow test I want to do, too—it’ll help me get a better idea of how your throat’s working.”

Myles watched the doctor pull out a clear, plastic squirt bottle with an angled nozzle, similar to the ones the teen used in his school chemistry lab for class experiments. However, while Myles was more accustomed to the smaller 500 milliliter bottles, the one that Fuentes had procured looked like it was a full liter, and full of water. The tip of the nozzle was also different—the bottles in Myles’s school chemistry lab were equipped with nozzles that had fine, pointed tips, which allowed for precise squirts of water. Fuentes’s bottle nozzle, however, ended with just a blunt opening in the tube, better for making rough gushes of liquid instead of thin, exact jets.

“Alright, I’m going to put this in your mouth, towards the back of your throat, but I’ll stay away from your gag reflex,” Fuentes explained to Myles, approaching with the bottle. “I’m going to squeeze really hard a few times and push some water into your throat; I just need you to swallow as much as you can. Think you can do that for me?”

“Uh, sure,” Myles replied, uncertain—he’d never experienced this kind of test before…but if it was part of the physical to get on the soccer team, then he’d just have to do it and try his best…

“If you feel like you can’t take anymore, it’s okay to let it spill out or let me know if you need to stop,” Fuentes said assuringly. He placed his free hand on Myles’s shoulder. “Ready?”

The boy nodded. “Yeah.”

Myles opened his mouth, and Fuentes slid the angled nozzle into the teen’s muzzle. The wide, hard plastic tube pushed over Myles’s tongue and extended all the way to the back of his throat, just barely tickling the boy’s tonsils. The cap of the bottle rested under Myles’s chin, and Fuentes stood directly before the binturong, looking him in the eye.

“Okay, gonna start squeezing in three…two…one…now!” Fuentes counted down before he clamped his hands tightly around the bottle.

Myles spluttered around the first huge pump of water, but he swallowed immediately before another surge gushed into his muzzle. 

“Gllk!” Myles squirmed as he gulped down the huge volume of fluid that had just entered his mouth, but he couldn’t catch a break—Fuentes squeezed again, filling his muzzle once more, almost pumping the water right down his throat.

Myles gulped, but he couldn’t keep up as a fourth surge blasted into his mouth, overwhelming him.

“Guh! Huuuh!” The boy spluttered and gasped as he opened his mouth and drew back from the nozzle, sloppily spilling the excess water down his front and into his lap, directly on his underwear. 

Fuentes withdrew, setting the bottle on the countertop while he grabbed a few paper towels. “Ah, yeah, that can happen—nothing to worry about, bud,” he said breezily while he began patting the boy’s chest and stomach dry.

“Hck! Ah…hooo, sorry…sorry,” Myles gasped, embarrassed by his failure to keep up—his face was hot and his nose hurt from the water that had backed up into it and leaked out of his nostrils, while more water dripped down his chin. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, trying to shake off the shame of his poor performance.

“Nah, don’t worry about it, it’s alright; you did pretty well with those first three pumps, that’s about what I expected,” Fuentes told him soothingly, still drying off Myles’s torso with the paper towels. “Really, for a first-timer with that kind of test, that’s about a normal swallowing capacity—I should’ve warned you, the point was to see how much was too much for you.”

“So…I was supposed to fail?” Myles ventured timidly.

“Yep; sometimes failing is a good thing. That’s how we learn stuff,” Fuentes said affirmingly, earning a thin smile from the boy. “Hope I didn’t embarrass you too much with that test…we’ll keep this between us, huh?”

“Oh…yeah, thanks,” Myles replied appreciatively. 

“Heh, and sorry about your underwear getting wet,” Fuentes added, glancing down at the large splashes of water that had darkened the binturong’s briefs. “Do you want to take ‘em off to dry? I actually have some tests where I need to check you out down there, so you’d need to lose the undies anyway.”

“Huh? Uh…yeah, sure,” Myles replied hesitantly, disarmed by the doctor’s suggestion, but not totally reluctant to do as Fuentes recommended.

As Fuentes tossed the used paper towels into the trash can, Myles nervously hooked his thumbs into his elastic waistband and started pulling down, exposing his hips. He wriggled and shifted in his seat to work his briefs down further under his butt, and he pushed himself up to slide the underwear over his glutes; his bare ass cheeks now rested on the crinkled medical paper, and Myles pulled his underwear further down his thighs, revealing his semi-erect penis and his gray-furred testicles to Doctor Fuentes.

The boy’s exposed member laid on top of his small balls; even though Myles’s dick had swelled from his arousal, his pubescent penis wasn’t yet stiff enough to support its own weight and stand erect. His foreskin covered his glans, save for the thumbnail-sized opening at the tip that encircled his meatus, and a thin vein was just barely visible along the side of his fattening shaft. Myles’s testicles were the size of grapes and hung tightly just beneath the base of his dick, safe and secure in the plump little coinpurse of his scrotum that dangled between his legs.

“Here, let me get that for you,” Fuentes said helpfully—Myles had pulled his underwear down to his knees, and the cougar gripped the waistband to assist him in pulling the dampened garment along his shins and over his feet, off his legs completely. 

Now completely naked, Myles remained sitting on the table while Fuentes casually tossed his underwear onto the chair where the rest of the boy’s clothes lay. 

“All good?” Fuentes asked.

“Mmhmm.” Myles nodded, tight-lipped; he’d been expecting for Doctor Fuentes to get a look at his privates at some point during this exam, but he just hadn’t been expecting to first make a fool of himself with that swallowing test and then expose himself for the adult in this manner. And then that teenage insecurity came rushing back—now that Fuentes was seeing his dick and balls, was the doctor going to laugh at him and tell him that he was too small?

But Fuentes leaned in…and rested his hand on Myles’s thigh, just above the boy’s knee. And, as if reading the teen’s mind, the cougar smiled as he warmly said, “You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about, Myles—everything in here stays between us, and this is a safe place, okay? Everything’s alright, bud.”

“Yeah…yeah, okay, thanks,” Myles said, his voice a little shakily; his head hung slightly, not fully in shame, but not confident enough to be held high.

Fuentes paused before he gently asked, “Do you want me to get your dad?”

“Oh! No…I’ll be alright.” Myles straightened up his posture and took a steady breath as he forced some more certainty into his voice. He still wanted to do this on his own, wanted to prove to Joshua that he wasn’t a helpless little kid…as much as he fiercely loved his dad for taking care of him, Myles still wanted to exert some independence…

The cougar squeezed the boy’s thigh bracingly. “Atta boy—the rest of this is gonna be fun, I promise.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, we got the boring stuff out of the way…well, except for just one more thing,” Fuentes clarified. “I still need to check your lymph nodes and have a feel around, just to make sure everything’s normal—that okay with you?”

With Myles’s consent, the doctor started with the binturong’s neck, rubbing his fingers in circles on opposite sides of Myles’s throat, just under his jaw. Myles perked up at the inadvertent massage he was receiving from Fuentes’s exploratory fingers, and his spine tingled as the cougar worked his way down to his chest…then over to his armpits. The doctor pressed the tips of his fingers into Myles’s armpits, digging into his lymph nodes there and eliciting a few giggles and squirms from the ticklish youngster. From there, Fuentes palpated Myles’s chest again, checking for any abnormal lumps…and playfully dancing his fingers over the boy’s ribs along the way, earning a few more squirms and snorts from the binturong.

“Ah! Hey, come on!” Myles laughed.

“What? This is very serious medical testing I’m doing, I promise,” Fuentes quipped, working down to the boy’s abdomen. 
As Myles settled from the small tickling bout, Fuentes examined his sides, slowly and methodically rubbing the teen’s soft and undefined obliques…before almost lasciviously pulling his hands down to rest on Myles’s hips. 
“Hmm,” Myles huffed softly.

“Little sensitive there?” Fuentes asked, keeping his hands on Myles’s hips.

“Heh, yeah.” To be honest, the way that Fuentes was holding his hips right now was reminding Myles of how Joshua would hold them during their naked bonding time. The big bear had gotten into the habit of often pulling Myles in close by his hips, using the boy’s pelvis to easily manhandle him as a prelude to their intimate cuddles…and the muscle memory of his father’s strong hands on his naked hips, sparked by having Fuentes’s palms on them now, was enough to get Myles’s dick twitching again. It was as if his body had been conditioned to get aroused when someone touched the sensitive spot, and Myles couldn’t help but huff again when Fuentes teasingly squeezed his hips.

“That’s pretty normal; don’t sweat it if you start feeling anything else while I’m examining you, this whole area is usually a pretty big hotspot for boys your age,” Fuentes said.

Myles nodded, but his spine tingled again and his breath caught in his throat when the doctor pressed his thumbs together directly below his belly button. It was like Fuentes had hit a pressure point that made Myles’s stomach flip with a sudden jolt of pleasure, and the cougar started circling his thumbs over the vulnerable, exposed spot just under Myles’s navel. 

“Mmf!” Myles quietly grunted.

Fuentes kept circling and pressing with his thumbs—there was an almost tantric sensuality to how he slid his digits across and under Myles’s navel, subtly shifting lower and lower towards the boy’s groin, while his other fingers pressed on the tops of Myles’s thighs…then the insides of his legs while Fuentes gently palpated Myles’s upper groin, a couple inches above the base of Myles’s penis. From there, Fuentes dragged his thumbs to the sides of the boy’s pubic mound, pressing with his thumbs on Myles’s pelvis while his fingers gently and experimentally dug into the sensitive trenches of the binturong’s inner hip joints. It was as if the doctor were only exploring the perimeter of the triangle of the youngster’s crotch and actively avoiding the center, where Myles’s cock was chubbing up again, this time to a noticeable start of an erection. Myles groaned softly as he tried to think of something to distract himself while Fuentes kept rubbing and palpating his pelvis—what did he score on his latest algebra test? He wasn’t sure, Fuentes’s gloved fingers were setting his nerves alight with how they danced around his cock and balls, teasing him. What homework did he have for his history class? Myles was forgetting, his dick was twitching and firming up on its own, starting to rise with his arousal…

He had a group presentation for his chemistry class he needed to get started on—Myles tried to recall the topic he and his group had agreed to talk about but…

Too late. 

The teen’s dick had stiffened enough to stand straight up from his groin, a short, dark gray-skinned shaft with the hood of his foreskin still covering his glans, except for the fleshy rim that exposed the small pink bull’s eye of his cockhead and the vertical slit of his meatus. His cock flexed involuntarily, bobbing up and down in a way that demonstrated to Fuentes, clear as day, that the boy was turned on. 

“Ah, um…s-sorry,” Myles muttered sheepishly, his cheeks flushing as he looked down at his stiff, twitching dick.

Fuentes chuckled, but he kept his hands on the youngster’s groin, resting his thumbs just a hair’s breadth above the base of Myles’s shaft. 

“Don’t even worry about it, bud, it’s a perfectly natural reaction,” the doctor said affirming. “Kids your age pop boners just from breathing a certain way.”

Myles grimaced, but he nodded appreciatively; as a doctor, at least Fuentes understood, which was reassuring. 

“Heck, sometimes it feels like this thing has a mind of its own, right?” the cougar quipped.

Myles snorted, the doctor’s levity helping ease the tension he felt. “Heh, yeah! I get way too many boners sometimes.”

“Ha, I know what you mean—that’s all part of being a teenager. Are you taking a health class in school? You know, Sex Ed,” Fuentes clarified.

Myles nodded. “Uh-huh.”

“So you know about some of the other changes that are happening down here, too, right?” As he spoke, Fuentes continued to hold his hands on Myles’s groin, though his fingers twitched, as if subtly attempting to touch the boy’s member.

“Yeah, like…my balls and dick are getting bigger, and ejaculations and stuff like that.”

Sex Ed classes were nothing new for Myles—intimate father/son bonding moments weren’t all just cuddling, kissing, and body exploration with Joshua, after all. The big bear always took that time to talk with Myles extensively about whatever topics piqued the boy’s curiosity, and lately most of their conversations had revolved around the changes that Myles would experience as he developed and matured into a man.

“I don’t know if you’re gonna get as big as me,” Joshua had admitted when Myles had once asked him if his penis would grow to be as thick and long as his adoptive father’s. The boy was fascinated by the bear’s impressively girthy member (which also sported a hefty Prince Albert piercing), and Myles could hardly keep his hands off of Joshua’s cock when the two of them were naked together, with the youngster sitting in the older man’s lap. Joshua, in turn, had been gently fondling the smaller binturong’s little stiffy and testicles as he confidently added, “But I know you’re gonna grow to be pretty big yourself—this cock and those balls of yours are gonna weigh you down more as you get older, kiddo.”  

In addition to those particular developments, Myles already knew that his voice would eventually drop, that he would go through more growth spurts, that he would smell pretty rank if he didn’t shower and use deodorant, and that he was going to start feeling certain urges…

And of course, Joshua had taught him many different ways of satisfying those urges, both with discussions about techniques and several hands-on (and mouth-on) demonstrations and practice sessions. 
  
“And you’ve had ejaculations, right?” Fuentes queried.

Myles could still remember when Joshua had properly taught him about the pleasures he could feel as he was starting to go through puberty. After all the talking and bonding and body exploration and groping, Myles had been so excited when Joshua had offered to give him a handjob, to help experience a form of sexual gratification for the first time in his life, to show him what it meant to be a man. Joshua had held him tenderly in his lap, stroking Myles’s stiff and throbbing erection to the point where the teen felt like he was going to explode; Myles had shuddered and cried out in orgasmic ecstasy as his cock spasmed in his father’s grip, spurting thin jets of adolescent semen that splattered on the floor between his spread legs. 

“Wuh…will it feel that good every time?” Myles had whimpered, clutching his father’s arm wrapped around his chest as he had recovered. 

“Oh yeah…and you’re gonna love it every time, son,” Joshua had crooned with a chuckle in the panting boy’s ear.

And Joshua had been right, of course. Once Myles had experienced his first orgasm, he’d wanted more, and it was an abnormal day if Myles didn’t cum at least twice before breakfast.

“Uh-huh.” Myles nodded in reply to Fuentes’s question—by the time he’d turned 14, Myles had effectively become an ejaculation addict, just like any other teenage boy.

The doctor grinned approvingly. “Good, good…how about nocturnal emissions?”

Myles raised his eyebrows—he’d heard the term before, but forgot what exactly it meant. “What?

“You know, wet dreams.”

“Oh!” Myles had woken up with a sticky wad of semen gumming up his fur and underwear that very morning. “Uh, yeah.”

“About how often are you having those?”

“Mmm…maybe three nights a week?” Myles estimated. “Is that normal?

Fuentes chuckled again. “Oh yeah—some doctors would even call that a little under average, but I’d say three or four a week is right where you should be. Your body’s recalibrating and getting used to all that new testosterone you’re making, and sometimes you just have to blow a load at night while you’re sleeping. It’s all normal, and it’s all because of those changes in your body chemistry that are happening. But part of what we need to do today is also check how those changes are coming along.”

The doctor finally leaned back from Myles’s groin, removing his hands; Myles took a steadying breath, as he’d been getting more excited the longer that Fuentes had rested his hands on his crotch. The cougar, in the meantime, opened another door in the medical supply cabinet and pulled out a pint-sized plastic cup. Fuentes held up the cup in front of Myles, giving him a good view of the measuring tabs on the vessel.

“And one of those ways I can check those changes is testing your pee—think you can fill this up for me?”

Myles winced, but he nodded, knowing he had to get this done if he wanted to get his physical exam form signed by the doctor. “Yeah…is there a bathroom I can use?”

“Actually, for this, you can just go in here,” Fuentes told him.

“I…with you in here, too?”

“Yep—I can turn around if you don’t want me to watch, though,” the cougar offered.

Myles bit his lip—on the one hand, he would’ve liked to have some privacy while urinating instead of having a stranger watch him. But then again, he’d pissed in front of Joshua, he’d pissed in front of his friends before, and he’d even pissed in front of the school nurse before…so why should this be any different? All he had to do was aim, relax, and let loose…

The boy sighed, giving in. “Nah, it’s okay, you can watch.”

“Atta boy—it’s easy enough,” Fuentes said encouragingly as the teen took the cup from him.

Myles, still sitting on the exam table, held the cup low between his legs with his left hand while he used his right hand to push down on his penis and aim for the opening of the collection vessel. It was a little tricky to get his aim right, as he was still erect, but when he was satisfied with the alignment of his dick and the cup, Myles took a breath…

Fuentes sat back on his rolling stool, giving the boy some space, but he kept his eyes on the cup and the teen’s penis.
Myles sighed…and relaxed his bladder…

The first few drops of urine tinkled and splashed against the bottom of the cup before a solid stream of pale, translucent yellow flowed from the tip of Myles’s cock and gushed and bubbled frothily into the vessel. 

“There we go, that’s great,” Fuentes murmured approvingly. “Just let it all out, Myles…niiiice…”

Myles sighed again as he relieved himself into the cup in front of the doctor. As the level of piss rose, Myles began to feel the warmth of his water through the plastic and against his palm…and on some level, it almost felt comforting, like he was creating a hand warmer of his own. He kept peeing, his urine bubbling and gurgling while he filled the cup like a fountain. Myles could smell the faintly salty, ammonia-like odor of his urine, and it turned his stomach a little to know that Fuentes was going to be taking a close whiff of it and drinking it…but he was the doctor, he was the expert here…

“Doing great, bud,” Fuentes praised as Myles continued pissing into the cup. “You’re filling it up good…”

Myles kept himself relaxed, letting his pee flow out of him…until he had no more to give. Fortunately, his stream ebbed and slowed to a trickle, and then a stop just before the pale yellow water reached the brim of the cup. His dick was still hard, and he stiffly shook off the last few drops clinging to his meatus before he held up the cup again for Fuentes.

“Ta-da,” the boy snickered.

“Ha! Nicely done, and thank you very much,” Fuentes chuckled as he took the full cup from Myles.

Myles watched as Fuentes leaned in close…and sniffed the cup of piss. 

“Hmm…smells good there, can’t pick up anything that’s abnormal,” Fuentes muttered after another sniff. “Usually if there’s a problem, you’ll get a distinct odor or some odd coloration, but everything looks and smells fine to me,” he explained for Myles’s benefit. “But I’ll need to do a taste test to confirm.”

Before Myles could say or do anything, the cougar put his lips to the rim of the cup, tilted his head back, and began to chug.

Myles watched, mildly shocked, astounded, and intrigued at the same time, as Fuentes guzzled down his piss, easily gulping mouthful after mouthful and swigging it down like he was a frat boy chugging a beer. The cougar’s throat bobbed with every gulp, and the pint of fresh binturong piss steadily disappeared, the water level sinking lower and lower in the cup as Fuentes kept swallowing…until only a few drops were dripping along the inside walls of the plastic cup. 

“Aaaah…urp! Heh, excuse me,” Fuentes chuckled apologetically after he’d sighed and belched like he’d just finished a refreshing drink.

Myles’s eyes were wide. “Did you actually enjoy that?”

The cougar licked his lips before he spoke again.

“Heh, it’s one of the perks of the job,” Fuentes admitted as he set the empty cup on the countertop. “Like I said earlier, it’s an acquired taste, but it’s pretty good once you get used to it…that said, urine for boys your age usually features a pretty musky flavor if all the right hormones are in it, and I’m happy to report yours has that taste! So you’re all good there.”

“Oh! Well…okay then.” Myles wasn’t sure what else to say…at least Fuentes had said he’d passed the test? “Uh…thanks…”

“No problem, bud—now, we’ve got just a few more things to do to make sure you’re on track, development-wise. First up…I need to measure you,” Fuentes said as he reached into his lab coat pocket and pulled out a small retractable tape measure. 

The boy sat still on the exam table, but Myles’s heart was pounding in his chest as the doctor scooted forward with the tape measure in hand, positioning himself between the binturong’s spread legs. However, before he even used the tape measure, Fuentes gently wrapped his free hand around Myles’s dick. Myles flinched at the doctor’s touch, but he didn’t pull away or even think that it was inappropriate—if anything, it only made the boy’s loins tingle with even more arousal and lust.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I need to get you to your full length for an accurate measure,” Fuentes said as he teasingly squeezed the boy’s member. 

“Ah…mmm, nope, I…don’t mind,” Myles weakly murmured, feeling the heat rise in his face again as the doctors slowly started stroking his cock. 

The boy flexed in the older man’s hand, and Myles huffed blissfully while Fuentes lightly masturbated him, simply fluffing him up. Even with the soft, rubbery texture of the nitrile glove, the cougar’s warm palm and fingers felt like heaven as they rubbed against the binturong’s bare skin…and Myles moaned quietly when Fuentes used his thumb to press on and circle over the exposed spot of his glans in his foreskin…before pushing his thumb into the fleshy pocket and dragging his digit over the sensitive dome of Myles’s cockhead, earning a pleasured jump from the boy. 

The doctor’s ministrations only went on for less than a minute—Myles didn’t need much coaxing to get almost painfully hard, as he had been pretty aroused to begin with. And by the time Fuentes released his grip, Myles’s erection was practically straining against his skin, throbbing with his excited heartbeat, thick with fully engorged tissue, and stiff as an iron girder.

“There we go…now let’s get a good measure of this fella,” Fuentes said as he leaned in with the tape measure. 
The doctor started with Myles’s length, measuring from the very tip of the boy’s dick down to the base.

“Let’s see…4.85 inches in length…and…3.15 in girth,” Fuentes announced for his computer’s note-taking system. To Myles, he said, “Pretty impressive piece of equipment for a kid your age, bud.”

Myles raised his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised—he’d always thought of himself as being undersized, but maybe that was simply because he’d been comparing himself to Joshua, a fully-grown bear with a monster of a dick to rightly be envious of. “Really?”

“Oh yeah! You’re on the higher end of average for your age group, and you’re only 14–you’ve still got plenty of growing to do, so I’d honestly be shocked if you didn’t end up getting into the seven inch range,” Fuentes said with a grin. He then looked down at Myles’s testicles. “Now, as for these guys…”

Myles held still as best as he could, but the doctor’s light touches on his sensitive nuts still made him flinch while Fuentes wrapped the tape measure around the neck of his scrotum and around the widest circumference of his sac, and then measured the distance between the top of Myles’s nuts and the base of his stiff penis. 

“Hmm…and let me just make sure we’re good here,” Fuentes murmured, setting the tape measure to the side. He then gently cupped Myles’s testicles in his hands and rolled them in his palms, fondling them with his fingers and delicately squeezing and palpating them. 

Myles squirmed slightly as the doctor conducted his testicular exam; he’d had his balls played with before, but this was different. Fuentes seemed to be taking some extra time to rub his thumbs across the surfaces of the binturong’s gonads…and then lightly tugging on them, as if testing the elasticity of his spermatic cords. 

“Hmmf!” Myles huffed at the sensation of having his balls pulled.

“Huh…well, the good news,” Fuentes started, still holding Myles’s balls in his hands, “is that you’re average-sized with these guys, and I’m not feeling feeling any lumps or anything concerning—your right testicle’s a little larger than your left, but that’s normal.”

“Okay…” Myles trailed off, inviting the doctor to continue. 

“But, do you feel how tight you are here?” Fuentes gently tugged on the boy’s nuts like he was lightly pulling on a pair of jingle bells.

“Ooh! Heh, yeah.”

“So, some guys have low-hangers, others have balls that hang about in the middle, and others have high-hanging balls—yours are probably gonna be high-hangers, which is great for that thick and plump look as you get older and your testicles grow bigger,” Fuentes said, releasing the boy’s nuts at last as he spoke. He scooted over to the cabinet and opened a drawer as he continued, “Thing is, right now the cords connecting your testicles are a little tighter than I’d like them to be, so your balls are hanging juuust a little too high right now.” 

The way the doctor’s tone sounded, Myles was getting the impression that this was a problem that Fuentes wanted to solve without sounding like an alarmist.

“Can you fix it?” the teen asked, concerned.

The cougar grinned. “Make your balls hang lower, you mean? Heh, I’ve got just the thing, and I think you’ll actually like it.”

“What’s that?” Myles asked.

“This bad boy right here.” Fuentes pulled something out of the drawer and scooted back over to the exam table to show Myles what he’d procured. 

In Fuentes’s hand, Myles saw a plastic bag containing a thin hex wrench and what looked like a small, thick, stainless steel doughnut that had screws in its sides to keep it clasped together. 

“This, my friend, is a ball stretcher,” Fuentes announced. “It’s really simple, just a little weight that you can lock around the neck of your scrotum and gravity will do the rest to pull down on that weight and stretch your cords so your testicles hang a little lower.”

“Oooh, so I just wear it all day?”

“All day, all night—you can lock it on for as long as you want. It might feel a little weird at first, but you get used to it pretty quickly. Want to go ahead and try it on now?” Fuentes asked. 

Myles paused…then nodded, too intrigued to turn down the doctor. “Yeah!”

Fuentes tipped the ball stretcher out of the plastic bag and into his hand before he used the hex wrench to unfasten the screws that held the metal ring together. Once the device was separated into two pieces, the doctor carefully brought them together around the neck of Myles’s sac, nestling the two halves together to sit directly on top of the boy’s testicles. He used his free fingers to gently push and manipulate Myles’s nuts to ensure that his scrotum didn’t get pinched between the two halves of the ball stretcher as he aligned the screw holes together.

“Oooh…yeah, little weird,” Myles muttered at the sensation of the ring pressing in around his scrotum. He huffed as he felt the weight of 10 ounces of steel start settling on top of his nuts while Fuentes skillfully began locking the ring into place.

“But not bad, right?” Fuentes asked, turning the hex wrench to fasten the ball stretcher’s screws. “No…kinda…nice,” Myles said thoughtfully—his dick was twitching again at the stimulation the weight was giving to his balls.

“Heh, I figured you’d like it pretty fast,” the doctor snickered while he finished locking the ball stretcher together. He sat back, satisfied with his handiwork—10 ounces of solid metal now sat on top of Myles’s testicles, a polished metal band that nicely complemented his dark gray fur and matched with the anklet he was already wearing. 

“Alright! That’s that done—I’ll want to track your progress at a follow-up appointment. But just keep wearing that ball stretcher and your nuts will be hanging lower, I promise,” Fuentes said. He then clapped his hands together as he went on, “So, for the last part of the physical, I need you to turn around and get on your hands and knees on the table for me.”

Myles complied, turning away from the doctor and facing the back wall of the exam room, where a mirror had been mounted; the boy checked his reflection as he got into position on all fours, presenting the cougar with his ass as he did so. “Like this?”

“Perfect, just stay like that for me,” Fuentes said, taking a moment to enjoy the sight now before him.

Myles had instinctively flopped his thick, long tail to the side, granting the doctor an unobstructed view of his ass cheeks, which had naturally spread thanks to how he’d positioned his legs—in the cleft of his rump, the boy’s puckered, dark gray-skinned pucker winked at Fuentes, and the doctor’s eyes roamed from the tight little orifice of the binturong’s anus down along the boy’s taint…and to the backside of his balls, which now hung heavily with the weighted ball stretcher. 

“Perfect…absolutely perfect,” the doctor muttered.

Myles wagged his hips—Fuentes had sounded just like his dad then, almost as if he was in awe while he was complimenting Myles’s body and boosting his confidence. “Heh, thanks.”

“You’re gonna get some good attention with a nice butt like that, bud,” Fuentes said—if Myles had been facing the doctor, he would have seen the cougar’s crotch had started filling out with his own arousal. 

However, in the reflection in the wall-mounted mirror now in front of him, Myles simply saw Fuentes standing over his backside with a smug grin on his face. The cougar’s eyes hungrily lingered on Myles’s perky little teenage ass for a moment longer…before Fuentes sighed and stepped over to the medical supply cabinets again.

Myles watched Fuentes in the mirror as the cougar pulled out a couple items and brought them back to the exam table. 
“Alright, first thing’s first…you know about your prostate, right?”

Myles nodded, remembering what he’d learned from his health classes and what Joshua had taught him about the little gland situated at the base of his bladder and around his urethra. “Yeah…it helps with ejaculations, right?”

“Heh, basically, yeah,” Fuentes replied. “It’s another part of your body that develops more during puberty, and I need to check it just to make sure everything is normal there.” The doctor picked up the small tube of lube he’d procured and held it aloft so Myles could see what he was doing in the mirror. “I’m gonna go in through your butt to check it out; this might feel a little weird at first,” he continued as he squirted a dollop of lube onto his gloved index finger, “but just take a few breaths to relax, and you’ll enjoy it.”

“Okay…” Myles wasn’t exactly a stranger to anal stimulation; his father had already shown him a few techniques for fingering himself, and Joshua had spent plenty of time simply rimming the boy and eating him out. Myles always squirmed and huffed in pleasure whenever he felt the big bear’s tongue wriggling in his guts and slurping over his insides…and he knew just what he needed to do to relax to grant Fuentes entry now. 

The boy inhaled…then shuddered lightly when he felt Fuentes gently rub a knuckle just below his anus, tenderly stroking his taint and helping him relax. Myles exhaled at the pleasing sensation, and he started loosening up…to the point that the tight pucker of his hole began to expand and sag ever so slightly to form a round, fleshy ring just large enough to admit a finger. 

“There we go, that’s just what I need,” Fuentes said approvingly. 

The cougar stopped stroking Myles’s perineum with his knuckle; now, with the tip of his lubed finger, Fuentes lightly pressed on the button of Myles’s anus, while he used his free hand to hold the base of the boy’s tail to keep it out of his way. Myles subtly shivered at the sensation of the doctor’s cold and slippery finger knocking at his back door, and he instinctively clenched again.

“Easy…easy,” Fuentes said soothingly, his tone hushed as he began circling around Myles’s rim with his finger to massage the little ring of muscle. The lube helped his digit slickly glide across the teen’s sensitive flesh, and Fuentes evenly coated Myles’s entrance with a thin film of the slimy substance.

Myles inhaled and exhaled again…and he relaxed once more, his hole reopening to a nickel-sized gape thanks to his and Fuentes’s combined efforts.

“Atta boy, nice and open…I’m gonna push in now, okay?” Fuentes said, looking Myles in the eye via the mirror’s reflection.

“Okay.” The boy nodded.

The doctor slid his fingertip up to prod at his target…and then slipped his digit inside Myles’s ass.

The boy huffed at the pressure from Fuentes’s invading finger, but he kept himself as relaxed and loose as he could while the doctor pushed in deeper. Myles could feel his rectum spread around the cougar’s exploratory digit, the tight tunnel of fleshy tissue parting to accept the new visitor, and he grunted when Fuentes gently wriggled his finger while he penetrated Myles further.

“There we go…man, you’re nice and tight in there…mmm, yep, definitely still a virgin,” Fuentes noted with a hint of satisfaction in his voice as he paused midway along his finger. He gently wagged it from side to side, experimentally pushing against the soft, pliable, yet still-tight walls of the boy’s rectum.

“Ungh…uh, yeah…” Myles muttered sheepishly.

“Heh, nothing wrong with that, bud,” Fuentes said. “It’s okay if you don’t want to get your cherry popped just yet. But if and when you do want to have sex, just make sure you do it safely and with someone you trust for your first time.”

Myles nodded. “Yeah, that’s what my dad says, too.”

“Sounds like he’s a smart guy—you know, a lot of boys your age often have their first times with their dads,” Fuentes said offhandedly.

Myles raised his eyebrows—of course Joshua was the only person he’d ever want to give his virginity to, but the boy hadn’t been expecting the doctor to outright say something like that. “S…seriously?”

“Mmhmm.” Fuentes nodded sagely as he looked at Myles in the mirror, his finger still halfway inside the boy’s ass. “It’s a really good bonding experience between family members, and your dad is gonna be the best person to help you feel good for your first time—our dads know us better than we know ourselves, and they’re someone who loves us and we really trust to take good care of us, so who’s better for our first time having sex, right?”

Myles hesitated; he and Joshua had already talked a few times about finally doing the deed, but the boy’s nerves had prevented him from taking the plunge. He desperately wanted his father inside him, to feel the huge bear’s member filling him with his love and lust, and to have Joshua hold him close as he intimately bred him and helped him become a man…but Myles was scared, too. What if it hurt? Joshua was thicker than a soda can, after all—he’d stretch the boy’s ass to the extreme. And then what if he couldn’t satisfy Joshua? His adoptive father always said that he loved Myles no matter what, but there was still the latent fear and insecurity in the back of the boy’s mind that he wouldn’t be good enough for Joshua, that he’d fall short of any expectations that the bear might have and be a disappointment…but maybe…maybe, if Fuentes was really advocating for it… 

“I’ll think about it,” Myles said noncommittally, still debating with himself.

“Heh, no rush on it, bud,” Fuentes replied easily. “It’s okay to take your time with it. But if your prostate’s developing the way it should be, then I think you’re gonna be ready for it when the time comes…let’s see…”

Myles grunted as the doctor resumed pushing; Fuentes sank his finger deeper into the boy’s ass, which engulfed his digit in a tight sheath of warm, moist flesh. The cougar pushed all the way down to his knuckle…then wriggled his finger around, pressing down experimentally on the floor of the tunnel of Myles’s rectum…before…

“Ah!” Myles gasped in pleasure.

“Hey, there it is,” Fuentes purred smugly as he pressed on the small, pronounced bump inside the boy’s ass. He then smoothly slid his gloved finger around and over his target, feeling Myles’s prostate…before he pumped his finger up and down on the gland, working it like a fleshy button.

“Ungh! Ungh…oh! Ah!” Myles huffed and panted at the electrifying sensation zinging through his nerves—his stiff dick twitched and throbbed as it hung under him, and his hole clenched around the doctor’s finger.

“Yeah, that’s it—sounds like your little P-spot’s developing really nicely, if pressing on it’s making you feel this good…and it does feel good, doesn’t it?” Fuentes prompted, continuing his treatment.

“Ungh…uh-huh!” Heat rose in Myles’s face—Fuentes was starting to drive him crazy from the stimulation to his prostate, and he hazily looked at the doctor in the mirror, pleading with his eyes for the adult to keep going…

The cougar grinned back at Myles. “Want me to put your prostate to the test?”

Myles bit his lip, grunted…and nodded.

Fuentes snickered as he pressed harder and worked his finger back and forth on Myles’s prostate like he was trying to worm into it. Myles’s grunts and huffs graduated to full-on moaning at the increased intensity of the pleasure pulsing through his groin. His ass spasmed around Fuentes’s finger, and his little pubescent penis was jerking and flexing automatically—Myles felt like Fuentes was digging his finger into the very root of his member, of his arousal.

“Uuungh! Uuungh! Hnngh! Nnghuuugh…”

The boy squirmed on the table and alternated between hunching over and arching his back, but he still stayed on his hands and knees while the doctor kneaded and pushed the walnut-sized gland, squeezing it harder and harder to elicit even more moans from the youngster…more moans…and something else…

Caught up in the euphoric bliss he felt in his loins, Myles almost didn’t register that Fuentes had let go of his tail—in fact, there wasn’t much point in the doctor continuing to hold the appendage, as Myles was raising his tail by this point, like his body was automatically submitting and begging for the cougar to keep going. And of course Fuentes continued pushing on the boy’s pleasure spot—however, Fuentes now positioned his free hand to cradle Myles’s throbbing erection, the heel of his palm resting just under the teen’s hanging testicles and his fingers delicately wrapped around the boy’s shaft. Fuentes held the tips of his fingers mere millimeters in front of and under Myles’s cockhead, but he kept them stationary, providing no further stimulation. He focused all his efforts on the youngster’s prostate, continuing to practically punish it with an onslaught of pushing, pressing, wriggling, and pulsing…

“Have you learned about milking your prostate yet, bud?” Fuentes asked.

“Ungh…huungh…n-no, I haven’t,” Myles gasped.

The cougar snickered. “Hehe, well, this is how you do it…you can just keep working that little nut for hours like this if you want…”

Myles bit his lip and groaned, rolling his eyes in pleasure. Whenever his father had rimmed or fingered him, it had felt good, but this was on a different level. Joshua hadn’t teased his prostate so fiercely before, nor had he mentioned anything like this…maybe the bear was just saving it as a lesson for later? Or maybe he thought it would be too intense for Myles…not that the boy really minded either way at the moment, his dick was jumping and flexing in Fuentes’s hand while he felt an electrifying thrill he’d never experienced before. It was like a flowing stream of pleasure had been turned on inside of him, and Fuentes was using his finger to ratchet up the flow to a strong gush with every pulse of his digit.  

“A lot of boys—and men—don’t realize just how much pleasure they can get from their prostate,” Fuentes went on while Myles shuddered on the table. “It feels pretty good, doesn’t it?”

“Ungh! Uh-huh!”

“Yeah, I can feel how much it’s making your dick twitch.” Fuentes kept his hand where it was under and around the boy’s cock; the stiff, short member throbbed and flexed against his fingers. “Feels like it’s moving by itself, right? Like you don’t have any control over it?”

“Uuungh…yeah,” Myles huffed hard. “Feels…ungh! Like…like I’m gonna…huungh! 

The cougar chuckled, clearly relishing the fact that he was giving the boy such intense pleasure. “Heh, feels like you’re gonna ejaculate, right?”

Myles grunted as his cock lightly spasmed against Fuentes’s hand. 

“Mmm, that dick’s going crazy! You must reeeaally like this…yeah, that’s a normal reaction when you stimulate your prostate so much,” the doctor said. “In fact, if you keep milking it like this…”

While Fuentes pressed especially hard on the boy’s prostate, he pushed his fingertips to Myles’s cockhead, worming the tip of his middle finger into the boy’s foreskin. 

“Ungh!” Myles grunted as the doctor slid his finger around in the confines of his foreskin, now slimy and slick thanks to the sticky and silky precum that had been oozing out of his urethra.

“You can get a lot of good precum,” Fuentes finished, withdrawing his hand from the boy’s cock as he spoke. He inspected his gloved fingers, rubbing them together to spread the slimy secretion he’d collected—Myles’s pre formed thin strings between his digits, and the cougar then licked his fingers. “Mmm…pretty tasty, too…”  

Myles watched the doctor in the mirror as Fuentes sampled his precum, and the boy grunted when the doctor squeezed on his tender prostate again. “Uuungh!”

The cougar smirked down at his young patient. “You know, I could tell that you’re a virgin, but I’ve gotta ask if you’ve been fingered like this before.”

“N-not like this…but…yeah…been fingered before,” Myles admitted in between grunts and groans.

“Oh really? Who fingered you, bud?”

"M-my…my dad…and a couple of my friends at school…” Myles couldn’t help it—he couldn’t think to say anything other than the truth, to share with the doctor what his father had done with him.

But the cougar just grinned while he continued pulsing his finger on Myles’s prostate. “Well, now you can add Doctor Fuentes to the list of people who’ve fingered you, huh?”

“Heh, yeah…”

“With a cute, tight ass like yours, you’re gonna get a lot of guys who’ll want to get in it. Heh, and you know, I could do more than just finger you…if you want it,” the cougar coyly added. “I could show you what it’s like to have sex…I could even help you cum hands-free…would you like that, bud?”

“Ah! Mmm…unf…I…m-maybe…maybe another time?” Myles was sorely tempted, his hormones were driving him wild, and he almost wanted to say yes right then and there…but he still had enough presence of mind to tell himself that he wanted his first time to be with Joshua.

The cougar snickered. “Sure, another time is good…maybe your dad can schedule a follow-up appointment for you…heh, in the meantime, we should probably get to wrapping up this physical, huh?” 

“Uuungh…y-yeah…I guess…” In the heat of the moment, Myles had almost forgotten why he was in the doctor’s office in the first place.

“Atta boy…I’ve got two more things I need to do, and then you’re all set.” Fuentes picked up the petri dish he’d grabbed from the medical supply cabinet and positioned it under Myles. “I need to get a sperm sample from you, and I want to test how flexible your sphincter is—I can do both of those at the same time, so all I need you to do is just stay put and relax for me.”

“Hngh…okay…” Myles huffed as the doctor started retracting his finger, but he forced himself to keep his hole loose.

As Fuentes withdrew from the boy’s tingling prostate, he said, “Now, I’m just gonna start with two fingers to see how you handle that, alright?” 

“Uh-huh…”

Fuentes pulled his index finger back, until it was halfway out of Myles’s hole…before he positioned the tip of his middle finger against the puckered rim of the boy’s ass…and pushed in.

“Ungh!” Myles grunted.

“Yeeeaaah…just let it ease in,” Fuentes murmured, sliding his two fingers into the boy’s rectum and stretching the tight cavern around his digits. 

“Uungh…jeez, that’s…hoooo,” Myles moaned as the doctor’s fingers penetrated him; he could feel his ass widening around the added girth of the second finger…and the stretch felt…so good…so fulfilling…

“How’s that, bud?” Fuentes asked, sliding both fingers all the way into the boy, up to his knuckles.

“Ngh! Ugh…I…it’s good…”

“Yeah?” Fuentes reached forward with his free hand and wrapped it around the young binturong’s stiff dick, which was still twitching and throbbing. “You seem to really like it…you happy with two fingers in you?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Nice…now, I’m gonna start working on getting that sperm sample,” Fuentes said. He started pulsing his fingers on top of the boy’s prostate again, but much more gently this time, thrusting with far less power. At the same time, he began slowly pumping his hand up and down along Myles’s penis in a milking motion, his paw gently gliding over the boy’s sensitive member. Myles gasped at the stimulation, but the doctor kept going. “Don’t feel like you have to hold back, okay? If you feel like you’re gonna cum, go ahead and cum for me…I’ll take care of everything else.”

“O-okay,” Myles breathed, his whole body quivering. It wouldn’t take much to push him over the edge, as Fuentes had already gotten him pretty riled up from working his prostate over so much before.

“That’s it…just relax and let me handle everything…you’re doing great, Myles,” the cougar crooned as he continued fingering and masturbating the teen on the exam table. 

Myles felt like he was on fire with how much his face was flushing and how much heat was roiling in his youthful loins. He groaned as Fuentes gently pumped his fingers in and out of his ass, riding over his prostate again and again, and his cock flexed hard in the cougar’s fingers. He glanced up, looking at Fuentes in the mirror, on the verge of pleading for more…

“How’s that feel, buddy?” Fuentes asked, smirking smugly at the boy.

“Huuungh…so good…ungh…d-don’t…don’t stop!” Myles gasped.

“Heh, you got it…you’re doing really well with two fingers in you…think you can handle three?” Fuentes suggested.

Myles didn’t even pause to think about it—he fervently nodded.

“Alright, here we go…”

Fuentes pulled his two fingers back, withdrawing them halfway. Myles groaned at the empty sensation from the void the doctor’s thick digits left behind…but he arched his back and loosened up as much as he could when he felt the tip of Fuentes’s ring finger prod his back door, threatening to slide into him alongside his other fingers.

“Oooh, looks like someone’s getting a hungry ass, huh?” Fuentes quipped when he noticed how the boy was trying to gape for him. “You want that finger in there, don’t you?”

“Y-yes…yes please!” Myles couldn’t stand it, he needed to feel full with Fuentes’s fingers in him.

“Well, let’s see if you can take it…” 

The doctor pushed in…and Myles moaned as his sphincter expanded even further. The tight, fleshy ring clenched at first, instinctively trying to resist, but the cougar was persistent, and Myles’s ass opened wide enough to accommodate the newest addition. Fuentes sank his ring finger a quarter of the way inside, worming it in along with his index and middle fingers.

“Uuuuungh!”

“Heh, that’s it…in it goes…you’re doing great, bud…not every kid your age can take three fingers like this…that’s a good hole you’ve got,” the cougar praised as he started sliding deeper into the boy’s hole again, this time with his three digits pressed together.

Myles whimpered when he felt the increased width of the cougar’s fingers stretch his ass. His sphincter lightly spasmed around Fuentes’s fingers, as he involuntarily contracted and forced himself to relax.

“Come on…take it all in…you can do it, bud,” Fuentes purred approvingly, watching his upper knuckles disappear past the rim of Myles’s hole. At the same time, he sped up his pumping, easily flicking his wrist up and down to keep milking the boy’s cock—precum was leaking freely from Myles’s urethra now, dripping out of his foreskin in long, thin strings and landing with small splatters in the petri dish that Fuentes had positioned beneath him.

“Ungh…I…I want…ooooh, I want…” Myles huffed breathlessly.

“I know what you want, bud…I know you want to unload those little balls of yours,” the cougar murmured softly. His gloved paw quickly stroked the boy’s throbbing cock, squeezing the shaft and creating the perfect amount of friction, making Myles’s foreskin roll back and forth, exposing his sensitive glans and covering them again and again…

“Uuuungh! I…ungh…pleeeaase…” the boy whimpered as Fuentes’s fingertips made contact with his prostate again. Myles couldn’t take much more—he was tingling all over, especially in his groin, feeling like he was ready to explode while Fuentes finished sinking his fingers all the way into him.

“Daaaang…great stretch there, bud,” Fuentes marveled, gazing down at the sight of his three fingers lodged completely inside the binturong’s ass. Now stretched to a diameter wide enough to admit a moderately meaty kielbasa, the lips of Myles’s ass wrapped tightly around the digits stuffed inside, flexing with the contours of the doctor’s gloved fingers. Fuentes gently wriggled them around in the hot, pulsating confines of the boy’s rectum, lightly spreading his fingers apart and letting them naturally squeeze together again while he tickled Myles’s prostate. “You gonna cum for me?”

“I—ah! Mm…mmhmm!”

“Heh, yeah you are, I feel that dick twitching like crazy,” Fuentes chuckled, still quickly pumping his hand along the youngster’s member. “Come on, Myles, blow that load…be a good boy and empty those balls now…”

Myles huffed like a bull plowing a field—even taking into account all that he and Joshua had done together, the binturong had never experienced anything like this. It was almost agonizing being on the edge of such intensely euphoric release, and he was going crazier and crazier the more Fuentes fingered him and jerked him off. 

“If you give me a big load, I’ll make sure to let your coach know,” Fuentes murmured steamily, leaning forward to tickle Myles’s ear with his breath as he spoke. 

“Hnngh! Ungh, shit,” Myles grunted under his breath—his dad had warned him against using profanity, but Myles couldn’t help it, it just slipped out.

“He’ll probably want you on the soccer team even more, knowing that you can cum a lot,” Fuentes went on, continuing to milk Myles’s cock and prostate simultaneously. By now, Fuentes had started adding an extra flourish to his masturbation technique, flicking his wrist and twisting his hand tightly around Myles’s cockhead to increase the stimulation to the sensitive dome of the boy’s glans. “He might even want to make you cum himself. Do you want that? Do you want Coach Parker to take you aside after practice so he can touch you and jerk you off, too?”

“I…haaaah—yes!” Myles gasped involuntarily when Fuentes spread his fingers in his ass again, stretching him to the limit.

“Then you’ve gotta cum for me if you want to try out for the team,” Fuentes growled, now sounding like a domineering predator in the young boy’s ear. “I want to tell Coach Parker that you can make some big loads for him to pull out of your pud, but I need you to do that for me first. Come on, bud…cum for me…you can do it…gimme a fat, fresh wad…I know you’ve got a big one in you…”

Myles felt like his world was teetering, on the verge of turning upside down. Fuentes hunched over him and his deep voice in his ear, the doctor’s hand pumping away on his cock, the cougar’s thick fingers stretching his hole and pulsing on his prostate, and the weight of the ball stretcher hanging heavily on his testicles…it was all becoming too much for the boy to handle.

He was trembling from head to toe.

His chest and stomach were expanding and contracting erratically as he panted.

His heartbeat was pounding in his ears and in his painfully erect penis.

His elbows wobbled; he clenched his hands and curled his toes.

And then…

Fuentes growled in his ear again, rumbling like a jungle monster as he pulled down Myles’s foreskin to expose his sensitive cockhead…and then flicked his thumb over the boy’s tingling glans.

Myles howled lewdly, a young, virile beast in the throes of electrifying pleasure. “Huuooooohh! Uuungh! Uuungh!” 

Pushed over the edge, the boy shuddered and spasmed; his balls drew up tight, his hips bucked, and he clenched tightly around the thick cougar fingers stuffed in his ass while his cock jerked and pulsed, indiscriminately spurting his seed.
“Yeeeeeah! Theeeeere we gooooo! Gooooood, Myles!” Fuentes called jubilantly as the boy started orgasming.
 
When he felt the powerful flex of Myles’s first ejaculation, Fuentes quickly pushed his paw down to the base of the stiff, throbbing shaft; he squeezed the fleshy column while he kept Myles’s cock aimed at the petri dish sitting just under the boy on the exam table. As his cock stiffly flared with every expulsion of cum, Myles didn’t have to think at all about where his jizz was landing—Fuentes was seeing to it that the thin, gooey ropes of boy cum splattered into the collection dish. At the same time, the cougar kept his fingers lodged deep in the youngster’s rapidly spasming ass, continuing to push on his overstimulated prostate to milk Myles dry.

“Uuuughuuuuughuuuuugh!” Myles yowled, his mouth hanging open—he didn’t care if the sound of his voice carried all the way from the exam room, down the hall, and back to the waiting room where Joshua (and everyone else in the doctor’s office) could hear him. At this point, he was just operating on autopilot, howling like an animal in heat while his balls squeezed themselves to a pulp to force out all his sperm. His breathing was labored and ragged, his muscles were tensed tightly, and his cock felt like a volcano erupting so powerfully that it was going to blast itself apart. Fuentes’s hand wrapped around his shaft was making him extra sensitive as his cock pulsated with spurt after spurt of cum, but he bucked his hips again, thrusting himself into the doctor’s paw, wanting more…more…

“That’s it….get it all out, buddy…you’re doing great, Myles, gimme more…keep spitting that cocksnot for me,” Fuentes murmured cajolingly, continuing to push his fingers back and forth inside the boy’s ass, milking Myles’s prostate for all it was worth throughout his orgasm.

“Uuuungh! Huuuuughhh…” Myles groaned and grunted breathlessly—it was taking all his strength just to keep supporting himself, his arms and legs were trembling so much that they threatened to give out, the pleasure was so intense.

The teen’s cock pulsed again and again, firing another couple strong jets of cum into the petri dish that Fuentes was aiming for…then another half-hearted spasm, and a glob weakly oozed out of Myles’s urethra and dropped down to the dish…and then one more thin cable of semen drooled from the boy’s meatus…but it simply hung from the tip of Myles’s erection, not heavy enough or expelled forcefully enough to join the rest of the splattered puddle of jizz in the dish.

As the flow of his orgasm ebbed to a stop and his ejaculations settled, Myles huffed hard and hung his head; he was dizzy beyond belief, his perception of the world hazy and unsteady. 

“That’s it…nicely done, buddy!” Fuentes said proudly, gazing down at his totally spent patient.

The bottom of the Petri dish was thoroughly glazed with musky binturong spunk, with a couple errant ropes having splattered just beyond the rim of the dish and onto the medical paper covering the exam table. As for Myles himself, the boy was too exhausted to do much more than feebly groan when the doctor finally pulled his fingers free from his ass—the empty feeling inside the space that Fuentes had once occupied was almost painful. Myles needed something to keep his ass stretched, he craved that satisfying sensation again.

“Heh, man, that’s a beautiful little gape you’ve got, buddy,” the cougar chuckled; as he collected the now-full petri dish from where it sat on the exam table, Fuentes took a long, indulgent look at the binturong’s ass, savoring the view of the once-tight sphincter that he had expanded to the diameter of a jalapeño pepper. “You know, I can recommend a few exercises you and your dad can do to get you even wider…and they’ll help you take some good depth, too.”

“Y…yeah?” Myles breathed—Fuentes’s words went in one ear and out the other without leaving a mark, the boy was just responding automatically.

Fuentes simply chuckled and patted his patient’s plump little ass, knowing that Myles wasn’t exactly in the right state of mind for much intelligent conversation. “Don’t you worry, I’ll share those with your dad…he consented to all your testing today.”

Still in recovery, Myles hardly registered the significance of what Fuentes had just said, and he couldn’t utter anything more than an incoherent whimper under his breath, unable to even thank the doctor for his work. He simply continued catching his breath and coming back down from the high of his climax while Fuentes bustled about to dispose of used equipment and properly store the teen’s fresh sperm sample. As Myles settled back into his body from the mind-blowing pleasure he’d just experienced, he was only partly aware of the bits and pieces of what he heard Fuentes saying.

“…and you definitely gave me a good sample to work with,” the cougar noted as he snapped a top onto the petri dish full of the teen’s semen and slipped it into his lab coat pocket.

“…Parker’s gonna be happy knowing that a stud like you will be trying out for the team,” Myles heard the doctor say before Fuentes helped him tiredly flip over to sit up on the exam table again.

“…wouldn’t be surprised if you started getting horny again on your way home,” the binturong heard Fuentes muse as the doctor casually fondled his now-flaccid penis.

“…anything to go by, I’ve got a pretty good feeling you’ve got some strong swimmers,” Fuentes said amiably as he slipped Myles’s underwear (which had fully air-dried by now) over the teen’s ankles and pulled the briefs up along his legs.

Myles was still in a daze by the time the doctor had helped him finish dressing—his orgasm had been so intense that it had practically scrambled his brain and it was taking him longer than usual to get back to his normal self. He was still so abuzz with hormones that he just smiled goofily when Fuentes had asked him if he had any questions; he nodded like a happy and brainless idiot when the doctor said, “I want to see those balls lower and that hole wider when you’re here again in six weeks, okay?”; and he felt like he was walking on air when he at last exited the exam room and padded back down the hall to reception. However, by the time he returned to the waiting room and reunited with Joshua at the check-in desk, Myles felt like he’d come back to reality enough to properly process what was happening again. Joshua was taking care of checking out…the mental fog cleared enough for Myles to laugh along at one of his dad’s jokes while the bear was scheduling his follow-up appointment…and the thought of another visit with Doctor Fuentes was already making Myles’s dick twitch in his shorts again.

“Soooo? How’d it go?” Joshua asked. The bear had draped his arm over the boy’s shoulder to pull him in close as they started walking out of the office. “Did the doctor find out if you’ve got a mutation for super powers or anything?”

Myles snickered as he settled in his father’s side embrace and matched the bear’s stride while they exited the building. “Nooo, but everything was good—think I’m all set for tryouts!”

“Aw yeah! That’s awesome!” Joshua beamed down at his son. “And you felt okay being on your own with the doctor?”

“Uh-huh.”

Joshua nodded. “Good! Really proud of you for doing that by yourself—what did you think of Doctor Fuentes?”

Myles giggled, unable to help himself. “I, uh…heh! I really like him! He’s really good, very…hands on!”

Joshua smirked and playfully jostled the boy against his side as they made for his pickup truck. “Yeah?”

“Mmhmm…I’m seeing him again in six weeks, right?”

“That’s the plan. I think he had some notes on a couple improvements he wanted you to work on for next time…you ready to work on ‘em?”

Myles grinned. “If you can help me out with them?”

“I’d love to, bud—gotta make sure my boy’s healthy and perfectly fuckable,” Joshua growled sweetly. “Doctor’s orders, after all.”