Joey gets examined

by Stefan

Part One : THE PASSION FOR PECS

Joey admitted it: for the past year he had let his bodybuilding almosttotally consume his life – and it had paid off.

At eighteen he was one of the youngest guys in his gym and also one of thebest built. He had weight-trained since he was 13 years old and the pastyear had seen him make incredible muscle gains, particularly with theamount of muscle he had added to his already-oversized chest muscles. Sincegiving up competitive swimming in college, Joey had gone for broke with hischest development — and his body had responded to his mind’s desire.

Everyone stared at him in public, even though he always wore loose clothingto hide his abnormally large muscular chest. And always he was in twominds: he longed to be the centre of attention and be stared at like thepiece of submissive muscular meat that he was. He also longed to be gropedand felt by other males and hear their words of praise about his muscularphysique as their hungry hands felt him up.

Part of him wanted to be put down and criticised — even humiliated — forhe knew it turned him on. Yet few of these urges he could explain. He justhad them, and enjoyed their intensity.

But despite the stares he attracted especially from other males, he didn’teven attempt to socialise with the other guys in the gym and elsewhere. Hekept to himself and reduced his life to a minimum of contact with otherhuman beings. He had his work as a stacker at the local supermarket, hislife at home with his parents and his six visits to the gym each week.

But he longed to have a man who would take over control of his life, toappreciate his body and make him his own property. He had read about theway all the Greek men of ancient times had taken boy lovers for their own– not just for sex but to nurture and love and teach. But times hadchanged and he contented himself with his annual trip to the doctor for aroutine check-up. He found a new doctor had replaced his old one.

Part Two : DOCTOR, MY DOCTOR

“Do you now why I am spending so much time feeling your pecs,?” the doctorasked Joey. The boy shook his head although he assumed it was justsomething that Doc liked to do.

“Well, even men can develop breast cancer, so it is important that Iexamine your pecs most thoroughly.”

“Here,” the doctor said while patting his hand on the table. “Come sit onthe edge here so I can get a better feel.”

The muscular teenager complied, as he always did when someone in authoritydirected him. Lacking back support on the table, the young bodybuilderleaned forward, his pendulous breasts sitting like two heaving sentinelsabove his trim waist.

Before resuming his quest, the Dr. took in the picture, fantasizing aboutburying his face in the silky warmth of the boy’s torso. He gently cuppedone meaty breast under a hand to survey its weight.

“That’s quite a job you’ve done with these,” remarked the Dr. approvingly.

“Thanks,” said the young man, especially proud of his pec development. “Iwork out a lot, and it seems my chest grows the best.”

“Indeed,” replied the Doc, while still slowly sampling the smooth, supple,heavy breast-meat and contemplating his next move on the nearly hairlessAdonis.

“Breathe deep for me,” he commanded, and the heaving melons were nextprodded with a stethoscope.

“When was the last time you had a check-up?” the Doctor asked.

“Well, I don’t …”

“Let’s do one now,” the Doctor said without waiting for his growing teen torecall.

“We’ll start with some stats. Over here.” He directed the boy to stand on amat, had him raise his arms, which he secured at the wrists to two straps,and the boy was lifted slightly off the ground and his weight shown on ascale.

This gave the horny doc an opportunity to steady the hanging beefy studwith two hands on his tan, muscled torso. He knew it must have beenuncomfortable for Joey and this gave him an added thrill. A helplessmuscleboy hanging there, with breasts so huge that they bulged even in thisstretched state.

After releasing him, the doc took out a tape measure to measure some bodyparts. The proud bodybuilder filled his lungs with air as the tape wasstretched around his thick chest, and then his tapered waist was measurednext — twice “for good measure,” assured doc.

The doctor felt the boy’s body heat.

He continued with bicep neck and quads measurements. “This will allow us togauge progress,” said the doc with detached professionalism. The boy wasdelighted his new doc cared about his muscle growth.

Next, from behind the lad the doctor’s warm hands tenderly felt the naiveboy’s lymph nodes, then under arms, them sliding his hands along the youngstud’s sleek belly and thick quads as though the lad was a prize steer. Henoticed the boy’s heart was beating faster, sweat dripped from under hisarms, and a swelling appeared under the lad’s shorts. “Excellent!” thoughtthe doctor. “He likes it too!”

“Don’t be embarrassed at that,” he assured the young man. “It’s quitecommon, and a sign of good health. Now let me slide off these boxers.”

The boy would have been embarrassed at being inspected naked, but hisgrowing erection only added to his embarrassment. The doc playfully paddedthe now uncovered butt, noting a deep and low tan line.

“Turn around to face me.” The lad’s swollen dick nearly struck the doc inthe face. “Turn your head and cough,” directed the MD, with one handfeeling a testicle and the other placed gently on the lad’s smooth and firmtummy. The doc looked up to enjoy the view of the lad’s naked middle torsoinches from his hungry mouth. But he resisted the temptation to use hismouth — how unprofessional! The teenager now only wanted relief from hissexual tension.

“Now turn around and bend low for a prostate test. Is this your first?You’re young, but you never know…” The muscle boy was surprised and a bitembarrassed to feel the Dr’s greased finger probe up his ass hole, but itdidn’t hurt…

The doc supported the lad’s torso with his other hand, gently placed belowthe now hanging pec-meat. The Dr’s deep probing resulted in a throbbingerection, which the Doc was finally all too happy to relieve.

The embarrassed teen soon was incredulous to have his physician, using thelubricant from the prostate probe, massaging his dick! But it felt so good,better than his own private jerking off!

The Doc. gently guided his horny young patient back to the table, where helaid him on his back, his supple body vulnerable, his dick erect as aflagpole.

“Now we’ll take care of this,” said the Doc. with restrained glee. Heworked not only the thick throbbing organ, but also rubbed lube over theboy’s meaty pecs, his tender under belly, his thick quads.

The young patient breathed heavily, surprised but delighted at the handlingand attention he was receiving. His physician teased his dick a bit, thenplaced one hand under the small of his back, while rubbing his tummy,sensuously with the other hand.

The patient sighed, as the Doc returned to the hungry organ to finish offhis boy-steak.

“Gimme juice, Let it come!” commanded the doc. Involuntarily, the ladcomplied, and cum shot into the air in several gushes with his bodywrithing in ecstasy as the delighted doc continued to milk the boy until hewas drained of every last drop.

Without commenting on the unusual exam, the doc wiped up the lad with a wettowel.

“You’ll need regular check-ups,” advised the Doc, “Let’s schedule for nextmonth.” “And keep up the good work at the gym.” He said, patting the boy’smuscular breasts, still heaving from the orgasm he had just experienced.

“Yes sir!” answered the happy, submissive muscleboy, already excited at theprospect of so thorough a physical and attentive a physician.

Joey left the doctor’s office feeling spent and a little used. Even thoughhe had had a legitimate examination, he felt the doctor had also treatedhim like prime beef — as an object of lust to be groped, aroused andmilked of his manhood. Wow, just the though of this made him hornyagain. He needed to be used, used like a toy and he wanted that feelingagain, soon, not in month’s time.

Back in his room at home, Joey sat and wondered what he could do. He leafedthrough the telephone directory and noticed that one of the hospitals closeto his home had an outpatient’s section. That was it! He would go therewith a request for steroids and hope to find himself in the hands ofsomeone as obsessed with his muscular breasts as he was.

Part Three : HIS TURN WITH THE INTERN

After some considerable time in the waiting room, a young doctor finallymotioned to him to follow him into one of the examination rooms.

“What seems to be the problem?” the doctor asked, eyeing him up anddown. Joey hesitated at first then told the doctor that he would like somestronger steroids to promote more muscular growth.

Without asking him, the doctor lifted the muscleboy’s shirt up over hisshoulders and was astounded at the muscular development he saw beforehim. Joey’s entire body was deeply muscled and his smooth golden skinalmost glowed with health. But it was his deep pectoral development thatastounded the doctor. Each of the boy’s muscular breasts were huge andcompletely overdeveloped compared with the rest of his physique.

They were enormously large, full and deep and almost sagged with the weightof muscle they were carrying. The doctor just stared then left the roomtelling Joey that he would soon return. A few minutes later he did as hepromised and brought another doctor with him. Both doctors then began totalk as if the muscleboy was out of earsho,. They were obviously so excitedby what they saw in front of them.

They both stared at his pectoral development and touched each massive chestmuscle with their fingers as if to make sure they were real.

The teenage bodybuilder never felt so exposed in all of his whole younglife, yet deep down he knew it was what he craved. Each doctor then tookone of Joey’s breasts and lifted it to feel the weight of muscle he wascarrying on his chest.

One of the young doctors, while fondling one of Joey’s huge breast-likepecs, said to the other doctor in a loud whisper, “Man ! I would love mygirlfriend has such a big set of tits… !”

After an extended examination of his chest, Joey was asked to remove histrack suit pants. Both doctors then saw that he was wearing a tiny pinkpouch.

“Are these girl panties?”

“No”, the teenage bodybuilder replied, blushing. “It’s a posing-suit, forbodybuilding contests… I like to wear it sometimes.”

“Do you mean you, muscle guys, show off on stage wearing just… this ?!”

And again, as if the boy wasn’t there, he addressed the other intern in aloud whisper:

“Most of these muscle guys are real exhibitionists and some are realshow-off sluts… ! Take a look at this.. Most of his glute muscles arevisible and his pouch barely covers the base of his dick ! ”

Joey was red with embarrassment but he was also feeling a growing arousalat being treated like this in such an open way.

But the first doctor decided he would like to care about the boy on his ownand proceeded to treat the teenage bodybuilder with more respect andkindness than the other. He seemed, too, to be the most sincerelyinterested one in the reasons why the teenage bodybuilder wanted such ahuge pectoral development.

He asked his colleague to leave then got the permission from the chiefdoctor to privately examine the teenage bodybuilder in one of the secure,private rooms. He led Joey along the hospital lobbies with just his tinyposing-suit on, the boy feeling so nude, so indecently exposed.

Once they were in the doctor’s office, he said : “Well, your pectoraldevelopment is so… unusual, to say the least, that, as well for medicalscience as for your own health, I would like to examine your pectoralmuscles in more detail.”

The young teen agreed, feeling secure and comfortable because of the toneof the young doctor’s voice.

“I have to check your pectoral muscles to see if there are no abnormallumps and so on”, said the young doctor, placing himself behind the teenagebodybuilder. Joey didn’t bother telling him that he had just experienced abreast examination.

“That’s it, just let yourself lean back against my torso and relax.”

The teenage BB could feel the doctor’s warm breath in his neck. “Now, letme pass my arms under your owns’… yes, lean back even more…”

Soon the teen bodybuilder’s huge breast-like pecs were jutting outward,obscenely displayed, the nipples on each pointing upright because of theway he leant back against the doctor’s torso behind his back.

Then the doctor cupped each of the huge male breasts from underneath. Hegently lifted them and pressed each of them with his fingers — one at atime at first, then both together.

The doctor was aroused and amazed at the same time that each of his handsweren’t large enough to completely cup even half of Joey’s huge breast.

As his hands fondled the teens voluptuous flesh, he look at the breasts hewas feeling over the teenage bodybuilder’s shoulder.

Whispering he said, “Does this hurt you ?…”

“N… no” said the boy, breathing more and more heavily.

“And what about… this ?” asked the doctor, firmly pressing the hugefleshy melons in his fingers

“No… no, doctor”.

“What about.. this, now ?” he asked, now pressing the muscle breastsagainst each other, creating an incredible cleavage, while making thepectoral mass pop up almost to the teenage boy’s chin.

“Ooooh…” was just the boy could manage to say.

After a while, the young doctor moved around to face the teenage BB again.

With slow deliberation, he continued his close examination of Joey’smuscular breasts, weighting them, measuring them, gasping at theirincredible size. He tested their suppleness by lifting them and thenletting them flop down. They quivered provocatively as they did this. Hedid it several times.

He then asked the teenager to quickly swing his torso from right to leftand then from left to right to watch how the breast-like pecs bounced andflopped from side to side. He also tested their muscularity by asking theboy to flex and tense his pectoral muscles while the doctor placed hishands upon them. “You are a strong boy, Joey” he said quietly.

He tested Joey’s nipple sensitivity by brushing lightly across them andthen pulling each nipple as far out as he could. They immediately stood outproud and the young doctor marvelled at how erect they were.

The examination continued on with both doctor and patient each now achingwith lust.

The doctor had the young Joey jog on the spot for a period, placing himselfon one side, then from the other one, to cup each of the teen’s hugebreasts during their bouncing motion. He had him on his hands and knees,and again, tested how supple the breasts were by gently pulling them. Inthis position for both the boy and the doctor, their arousal wasintensified.

Finally the doctor admitted he couldn’t find anything abnormal about Joey’sbreasts, apart from their size. Remembering his excuse for visiting thehospital, Joey asked if he could get some more steroids.

“Do you really want to add more mass to this huge chest of yours ? ” askedthe doctor with a slight smile.

“Well… yes Doctor”.

The doctor quickly wrote his prescription and gave it to the teenagebodybuilder, saying :

“This is a new and very powerful medication, paired with a growthhormone. It should soon give you some rather dramatic increase in musculardevelopment… in quite a new way!”

The young bodybuilder didn’t quite understand what the doctor meant buttook the prescription and thanked him. He promised to return soon.

As he watched his young charge leave the office, the doctor mopped hissweating brow and wondered what would happen to the young man’s physique –with the powerful does of oestrogen he was now to take over the comingweeks.

Part Four : THE BREAST OF RESULTS

Two weeks later, the teenage bodybuilder was in the young doctors’ office,again for a new examination, as he had been required.

“Well, would you please take off your shirt ? ” asked the doctor. And, asthe teenage bodybuilder began to unbutton the baggy shirt he wore, theslight smile of the doctor turned into a large grin.

In front of his eyes had just appeared the most gorgeous, the mostbeautiful, the largest set of male breasts chest muscles he had everseen. The oestrogen had done its work and the teenage bodybuilder’s breastswere incredibly almost twice as large as they were only two weeks before.

What was more, they now had a fuller, heavier, rounder look, almost femalein shape, yet set on a very masculine pectoral base. The effect wasstunning.

Joey’s nipples had become very swollen by the hormone, too. They were nowmuch longer, heavier and puffy. They were pointing out erect and were aslarge as a man’s thumb.

“Almost perfect”, thought the young doctor. “Beautiful breasts, so full yetalso so muscular. You almost look as if you are carrying a load of milk ineach breast…”

Joey looked uncomfortable at those words, but soon he was lost in thedoctor’s examination of his freakishly large muscular breasts. The eroticexamination of his man-breasts continued for hours.

The doctor couldn’t get enough of weighting and lifting the hugebreast-like pecs in his hands. The boy’s chest was gorgeous — big, firm,round pecs, warm and heavy in his hands, soft to the touch, so obscenelylarge and jutting out from the teenage bodybuilder’s torso. They seemed todefy all gravity laws.

They were just so… HUGE!

Much bigger than any other pectoral muscles he had ever seen. And certainlyfuller and more arousing to fondle than any woman’s breasts he hadtouched. They were just… perfect !

The doctor, this time, paid the closest attention to the boy’snipples. While fondling and pressing the teenage bodybuilder’sbreasts-pecs, he frequently brushed his hands across them, enjoying theirsoft firmness, they felt like living, warm rubber.

“I can see your areolas are very large. I guess it’s because of the unusualchest development. But I can see, too, they are swollen. Are they sensitive? Do they hurt when I touch them the way I’m doing it ..?” asked the youngdoctor while gently circling the two large areolas with his fingers.

“N…, no, Doctor… I mean… yes, uhh… well, I mean they aresensitive… but they don’t hurt…”

“Your nipples, too, seem swollen and engorged… see how hard they are…”said the doctor while flicking both of them with his fingers.

“Hmmm… I’d better examine them more closely, just to be sure there isnothing wrong with them. Well, would you help me with this examination ?Just cup each of your own pecs from underneath with one hand and slightlylift them for me to examine them. Yes, that’s it… a little higher… justlike if you were presenting them to me.

“Yes… hold them upright that way, while I have a close look at them”.

There sat the teenage bodybuilder, more than half-naked in the youngdoctor’s office, offering his huge breast-like pecs to the doctor who hadhis face so close to them the teenage bodybuilder could feel his warmbreath on his nipples the doctor was pinching.

After a moment, the doctor sat again behind his desk, leaving the pantingteenage bodybuilder in the middle of the room.

He looked across and noticed how more aroused yet self-confident the boyseemed to be, now.

The small pink posing-suit had been replaced by a tiny black thong whichleft very little to the young doctor’s imagination and the boy, whilestanding in the middle of the office, was absentmindedly caressing his bigbreasts, seemingly enjoying both their touch and his half nakedness infront of this young doctor.

Day dreaming, the doctor imagined this boy on a public beach, wearing thatsame black tiny thong and making a show of his pecs for everybody’seyes. He imagined himself exhibiting the teenage bodybuilder like this andsaying to the crowd “See this perfect boy with his perfect breasts ?… Heis my own creation… They are my own creation !! Come and feel him!”

The doctor snapped back to the present time and place.

“I’m sorry if these questions sound too personal, Joey…” said the doctor”… but.. do you touch your nipples when you masturbate ?”

“Y…yes, doctor” answered the boy, slightly blushing.

“Do you have them touched by your partner when you have sex ?”

“Well… yes, Doctor” admitted the teenage bodybuilder, even though it hadonly been that one time.

“I recommend you to use saliva when you do, to avoid any irritation problemwith your big, sensitive nipples. Just wet one or two fingers… or askyour partner to suck them. Will you remember ?”

The huge chested boy nodded, unconsciously covering his burning nippleswith his fingers.

“Well”, said the doctor, holding a few little boxes to the boy, “…Here isa new prescription : it is something you’ll have to use for two weeks. Nomore injections, now, these are just pills”

“Super Lact-X… What’s that, Doctor ??”

“It’s… well, it’s.. just some kind of analgesic in case your swollennipples hurt. Just take… let’s say… 20 pills per day and come back intwo weeks”.

Part Five : THE MILK OF HUMAN PASSION

On the following week, the doctor’s secretary called him on the officephone from the reception desk of the hospital.

“Doctor, I’m sorry to disturb you, but I have here this teenage boy yourecently examined. He says, although his next appointment with you is fornext week, that he would like to see you right away. He says it’s anemergency. May I send him to you, Doctor ?”

The doctor agreed and two minutes later, the secretary led the teenagebodybuilder to the doctor’s office. The boy seemed excited and a littleanxious.

As soon as he had the boy remove his baggy sweat-shirt, the young doctorknew his plan had succeeded beyond his wildest dreams. Under hissweat-shirt, the boy was wearing a skimpy tank-top. The thin material wasstretched to the point where it could burst at the seams at any moment andwas almost transparent, making the tank-top look more like a bra than likea tank top.

Two large wet spots soaked the material, revealing the enormous, drippingnipples. The teenager’s pec-breasts were huge, engorged and heavy,seemingly ready to explode.

The young doctor first calmed the teenage bodybuilder with reassuring wordswhile gently peeling his soaked top and softly caressed the hugemilk-filled breasts. The lactation pills had made their effect beyond theyoung doctor’s wildest dreams.

“That’s OK… Don’t worry, Joey… This is just… milk ! Sometimes aside-effect of the medication. You just need to be… milked !”

“Milk ??? But, Doctor… what the.. ?? Ooohhh… whatever it is, please,Doctor…please help me ! I feel my pecs are about to burst… I feel Ineed to… I need to… I don’t know… Ooohh Doctor.. please !” pleadedthe boy while fondling his own dripping tits in his hands, drops of milkalready leaking through his fingers.

“Just hop on the examination table while I get a breast pump ready foryou. Yes, That’s it… on your hands and knees” said the young doctor,helping the boy to take off his sweat pants and noticing, this time, theteenage bodybuilder hadn’t anything underneath on.

So, in his state of complete nakedness, the boy got on the table on allfours, panting and sweating. All he knew was an urgent desire to have thedoctor secure the cups of the breast pump to his tits and connect theplastic pipes to the machine to bring him relief.

With a hum, the breast pump began to do its work. Pump, and pump, andpump… the constant, pulsing suction sensation on his nipples quicklydrove the young boy crazy and had him turned on as he never had been in hisentire life.

Soon Joey was moaning and groaning with lust, his bloated pec-breastsswaying under him. He was thrusting his muscular bare arse up in the air ina total frenzy.

The young doctor still couldn’t quite believe his eyes at this sight : ahuge chested teenage bodybuilder being mechanically milked by a breast pumpon the examination table! Milked of his man-milk induced by the massivedoses of Super Lact-X pills he had been told to take.

But, despite the boy’s aroused state and the constant suction of themachine nursing at each boy-breast, except for a few small drops, Joey’shuge breasts-pecs remained engorged and swollen with milk.

Each passing minute was increasing the hysterical, lustful frenzy of theteenage bodybuilder who was begging for release, now! The comforting wordsof the young doctor were of little use as the boy became almost deliriouswith lust and that bloated feeling in his breasts.

“Please, Doctor, milk me… milk me harder… Make my tits ejaculate thejuice out of them – right here, right now… please !!”

“Wait a minute” said the young doctor. “… I’ll ask the Chief Doctor toadvise…”

A few minutes later, a muscular man in his early forties, came into theroom in a hurry, followed by the young doctor.

He approaching the boy who was on all fours on the examination table, histhighs spread wide, his arse rising up provocatively.

Without saying a word the Chief Doctor sipped a glove onto one hand andslowly inserted his finger in the teenager’s anus. The boy moaned loudly.

“See, John,” he said to the younger doctor showing him his finger.

“He is all wet. If you are going to start the flow of milk, he needs someintense prostate stimulation. Do it straight away… release his breastsfrom the milking cups and place yourself in front of him.

“Begin to firmly massage his breasts while I stimulate his prostate”.

The doctor opened the small box he had with him and produced a largeplastic phallus attached to a wire and a small box. He greased the phallicobject and poised it at the entrance to the teenager’s anus. Slowly anddeliberately he pushed it into the boy who moaned at the intrusion. TheChief Doctor threw the switch on the box and the phallus began to vibratedeep within the teenager, stimulating his prostate gland.

The boy gasped and let out a loud, extended pleasure moan as the youngdoctor continued to massage and attempt to milk his breasts of theirliquid. Nothing happened and both the young doctor and the teenagebodybuilder were shocked to see the Chief Doctor take off his shirt in ahurry, then his pants and boxers and, completely naked now, to placehimself behind the teenage bodybuilder. The young doctor gasped at thesight of the huge hard member of the doctor in chief : damned, he was hunglike a bull and had a ball sack hanging so low between his thighs.

Joey, though he was in a total frenzy now, couldn’t believe his eyes andears. How could it happen ? He woke up a virgin this morning, two hoursago, and now he was about to be raped by a total stranger in front ofanother man..

“Ready doctor ? asked the Chief Doctor and, not waiting for a reply, hethrust his engorged organ in the anus of the teenage BB, making himmoan. Firmly holding the boy by his hips, the man began his humping. Theyoung doctor, facing the boy, was doing his best to press the hugebreast-like pecs in his two hands.

“Oooohhhh… Aaaahhhh… !!” The boy was close now, somehow the deepfucking Joey was experiencing had triggered something in his mind. TheChief Doctor increased the rhythm of his penetrating strokes.

“John, suck his nipples… it will help the milk to start flowing out…!!”

The doctor closed his mouth around the swollen teat of one breast and soon,thick male milk began spurting into his mouth in heavy, pulsing streamsfirst, then in a constant flow – filling the young doctor’s mouth, then hishands.

The hot liquid began to soak the examination table, ejaculating out ofJoey’s breasts as the teenage bodybuilder was experiencing both his firstfucking and his first milking.

The Chief Doctor continued to fuck the boy with passion. The boy’s milkkept on flowing so the men swapped places and the young doctor thenpenetrated the Joey while the Chief moved on his back underneath the boyand took his turn suckling the milk from the huge hanging teenage breastsabove him.

Two hours later, the naked Chief Doctor, sat on the examination table, wasgently caressing the huge muscular breasts of the exhausted muscularteenager asleep in his strong arms.

“Well, John…” the senior man said. “It seems we have a real littletit-freak, here… who is going to need our constant attention. Don’t youthink?”

His question received no answer, because the young doctor’s mouth wasalready busy and filled with the teenager’s rock-hard penis. For thehundredth time that day, Joey once again moaned in ecstasy.

Part Six :A WINNING CUP…OR TWO

Joey’s visits to the hospital rapidly took a steady and tireless pace, tothe greatest satisfaction of both parts. Sometimes it was the Chief Doctorwho was welcoming the muscular teenager for a long, detailed “examination”,sometimes it was John, the young doctor, and sometimes both of them caredfor Joey’s oversized muscular breasts for long hours, cancelling any otherappointment of the day. There was the nights, too, where the security guardcould hear all this panting and heavy breathing through the closed door ofsome office, sometimes till midnight or even later.

In the meantime, Joey, supported and encouraged both by the attention of”his” Doctors and their supplying in various medications, steroids, growthhormone and oestrogen, now spent all his afternoons at the gym. This,combined to a new routine mostly focused on chest intensive workout, hadpaid off: Joey had quickly added a few inches to his already phenomenal pecmuscles. It was hard to tell who was the most excited about it, the doctorsor Joey himself.

A cloud, though, eventually appeared in the sky on the day Joey had paidone of his weekly visit to the hospital. John, the young Doctor, as soon ashis secretary had announced Joey’s visit, hastened the patient he wasexamining at the moment out of his office. Quickly writing a prescriptionwhile he was giving the lady a few comforting words, he pushed her throughthe door to the waiting room, his mind already racing with lust at thethought of another “examination” of his favourite patient.

“Hello, Joey. How are you doing, today?” John greeted Joey.

Not waiting for any answer, John had wrapped one of his strong arms aroundJoey’s waist, bending the teenager’s torso backward, whilst unbuttoningJoey’s shirt. Not bothering with more than the two or three upper buttons,John was now holding one of the huge, firm muscular breasts which wasjutting out of the shirt because of Joey’s back position. The young Doctorbegan covering Joey’s breast-pec with kisses, licking it all over and wasaiming his lips to the swollen, erect nipple, which seemed to be beggingfor John’s sucking. Then he noticed that Joey’s moaning was not entirelyfrom pleasure, this time.

“What’s wrong, Joey”

The Doc still had Joey’s huge muscle breast firmly squeezed in his hand,while he was sliding his other hand under the very short, light nylon gymshorts Joey had on that hot summer day. John was pleased to find nothingelse underneath the gym shorts, other than the thin strap of Joey’s tinythong, disappearing into the crack of his overdeveloped smoothbubble-butt. But Joey suddenly pulled back from the young Doctor’s embrace.

“Doctor John… I don’t know… I… for a few days, I have… pain in myupper back and in my shoulders, too.”

Genuinely concerned by the painful look on Joey’s face, ignoring the ragingerection he was now sporting in his pants and frustrated at the idea hewill probably have to delay enjoying his patient’s huge male breasts onceagain, the Doc gently lead Joey to the examination table. After all, Itwasn’t that bad to have Joey with just his little pouch on, sited on theedge of the table, his enormous muscular breasts hanging low on historso…

The doctor carefully examined Joey for more than an hour, touching his backand shoulders in every place, sometimes softly, sometimes more roughly,making Joey moan and sigh. He made up his mind for quite a long time, andalso went through many of his medical books. Joey remained motionless onthe examination table, his two hands cupping his huge pecs, gently liftingthem up. The Chief Doctor wasn’t available on this day, so the Doc couldn’tget his advice but he just knew what the problem was.

“Well, Joey…” said the young doctor slowly rubbing his chin “I think Iknow what’s wrong. And you may not know it yourself, Joey, but you seem tohave already found the cure, nevertheless!”

Joey stared at the Doctor, a totally puzzled look on his face.

“Those huge babies are now too heavy, Joey” the Doc said, all smiles. “Anddespite all the muscles on that hot body of yours, it’s hard for your backand shoulders to carry on such a load all the time. See: you instinctivelyhold them up with your hands, easing their weight”.

“But, Doctor… what am I going to do…???” asked Joey, almost shouting,already devastated at the idea he might have to give up with his joy andproud, the object of all his pleasures… and of many other guy’s pleasure,too.

“Don’t panic, Joey!”, the Doc said gently. In the meantime, he had stood upfrom his desk where he was going through his medical books and was nowfacing Joey sited on the examination table.

“What we’re going to do, Joey is that… we are going to help you carry onthese wonders!” the doctor said with a large grin, resuming the fondling ofJoey’s huge muscular breasts and gently lifting them up with anappreciative look. He deinitely had something “special” in mind.

“Trust me, Joey, we are going to care about this. Don’t worry and, most ofall, trust me, Joey. Do you trust me?” Joey stayed silent. “Oh Joey… youlook so tensed, so nervous… Just trust me…! We are going to take careof this, but, for now, let me help you to relax…”

The doctor had gently laid Joey down on his back on the examination table,now. With just his thong on, his arms folded behind his neck, Joey had hishuge pecs provocatively standing up, the nipples pointing to theceiling. They were so freakily huge and round… incredibly firm and smoothand the tits were just… not to be believed! The Doc felt the fever in hisgroin rushing back with violence. While struggling with the buckle of hisbelt and his fly, he ripped off the flimsy thong from Joey, who hadinstinctively spread his thighs, his knees bent, offering his body to thelusty young doctor who was already fingering the teen’s wet boy-pussy.

“Oh Doctor, please…” Joey moaned, his head tilted back, when he feltJohn’s dripping rock hard penis slid deep down into him, targeting the mostsensitive spot inside him. John said nothing as he hungrily devoured one ofJoe’s muscular breasts while fondling the other one. “God…” the youngdoctor thought, “… His tit almost completely fills up my mouth…” Thenas he continued to fuck the teenager, the warm, thick milk started toslowly flow out of Joey’s breasts, pouring out into his mouth and the Docjust stopped thinking.

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Later, once his lust had subsided, and while Joey had fallen asleep on theexamination table, his enormous nipples dripping their last drops of milk,the doctor was at his desk again, going through various catalogues andbrochures. A large smile on his face, he was murmuring from time to time,just to himself…

“Yes… that’s it… that’s exactly what we need. But it has to be largerhere… and we need stronger straps there… Yes, that’s going tobe… fantastic!!…”

And when Joey finally woke up, the doctor was on the phone:

“…black will be perfect, yes…What’s the delay to have this customized?One week?… God, I can’t wait…!”

Joey was now getting dressed. With just his sport shoes and his socks on,he was on all four under the examination table, seemingly searching forsomething.

“Is this what you are looking for, Joey?” playfully asked the Doc, holdingin the air what was left from Joey’s tiny ripped thong. And, laughing, heplaced the minuscule triangle of lycra between Joey’s huge male breasts,burying it into their cleavage.

“Oh, but… I will have to go without anything underneath my shorts…”said Joey “… and they are so thin they’re nearly see-through…”

“Joey… that thing was not leaving anything to the imagination, anyway,and you know you love to be near-naked in public. Now go, and be there nextweek, same time…!”

How this boy could go out dressed the way he usually did and not be rapedat every street corner was a mystery to the doctor.

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“Come in, Joey, I was expecting you. How are you?” John was allsmiles. “Let me help you with this…” the doctor said, lifting up Joey’sskimpy gym top. “You don’t need this…” He was pulling down the shorts,now. “Neither this, actually… no thong today, Joey??”

“But… you said… !”

“Yes, I remember… I said “Come with the minimum on, Joey, and I must sayyou nicely complied. I bet your whole wardrobe could be held in a man’sfist…”

Joey was now standing stark naked in the middle of the young doctor’soffice, waiting. The Doc, with a delighted grin on his face, was opening abox. Out of silk papers, he took what seemed to be a garment made of shiny,black rubberised Lycra. Joey’s eyes were widening every minute.

“This will give your back and shoulders some relief, Joey…”

The doctor had in his hand what looked like a kind of bra, but the wide,strong straps and the thick material, half rubber and half Lycra, weregiving the whole thing a very manly, sport look. Joey obediently let theyoung doctor adjust the thing on his upper torso. The Doc cleverly andquickly handled Joey’s arms and huge chest, adjusting the straps andsecuring them in place, carefully placing the huge muscular breasts in thegarment. Once it was done, he took a few steps back, judging theeffect. The sight was blow-minding, even for him who had been givinginstructions to the maker to have the garment designed and customizedaccording to his wishes.

“Come on, Joey: have a look at yourself in the mirror!”

A wide, horizontal strap was circling Joey’s torso, right under his hugechest, covering part of his abdomen. To this strap, on each side of Joey’smuscular breasts, almost disappearing between them and his strong arms, twoother vertical straps were passing above his shoulders, to criss-cross inhis back, joining the horizontal strap. These straps were both securing inplace two large, strong half-cups, seemingly made of an even strongerrubberised Lycra, covering only the lower part of each muscular breast. Thenipples were visible above the cups.

A central snap, between the two cups, allowed to open the whole thing fromthe front side, too. The wonderful thing was that the garment wasn’tchanging the natural, gorgeous shapes and volumes of Joey’s enormousmuscular breasts, but just lifting them up in an incredibly provocative,obscene way. Joey’s chest was now horizontally jutting outward of historso, their heavy mass gently lifted up by the cups, but not hidden bythem, their firm nipples propped out and up in the air, standing toattention.

You could have placed a beer can on Joey’s chest, like on a table. Theother wonderful thing was that the straps weren’t altering in any way thelines of Joey’s hot body. The horizontal, wide strap, under the boy’s pecs,seemed to be one of these very short gym tops and was so tight it lookedvery much like a part of Joey’s torso. And the vertical straps were so muchin the external parts on the incredible chest, that the garment could beworn unnoticed under an open shirt, for sure.

That was actually the thought the doctor had in mind at the moment, tryingto imagine the effect of such a perky set of muscular breasts showingthrough the opening of a shirt. He felt his cock starting to ooze precuminside his boxers. His lust was almost painful. More than ever, he wasfeeling how much Joey was “his” creation. He just couldn’t decide if hewanted to keep such a wonder for himself, or to show off the sex bomb heturned Joey into at every public opportunity.

Joey was in awe. At least as much as his hot reflection in the mirror, hewas also enjoying the feeling of being both so tightly wrapped in the mostsensual part of his gorgeous body, and so exposed at the same time. Hisphenomenal muscular breasts were standing higher than they ever did, andthe half-cups, far from lessening their visual impact, were enhancing in anincredibly erotic way their smooth, tanned muscular mass. Looking down,Joey’s chin was now touching the top of his breasts and the feeling wasjust… awesome!

“That’s… unbelievable!” was just what he could manage to say, marvellingat the new dimension the garment was giving to his deep cleavage. Then,smiling, he added:

“I’m glad you had it made with the nipples visible, Doctor…”

“Why, Joey…?”

“Because…” and Joey was now slightly brushing “… because I love so muchwhen guys are staring at them through my tee-shirt… I wouldn’t have likedto hide them…”

“You look gorgeous in this, Joey, and I do think it will give your back andshoulders a nice relief from the weight of your breasts, too. Come backnext week and let me know about it. But for now, let me have a closer lookat you…”

The doctor took Joey in his arms, from behind. Placing his chin on Joey’sshoulder, he cupped the two monster male breasts in his hands, feeling thesoft lycra, now warm from Joey’s body heat. He gently but firmly pressedthem from under; through the material. That was, indeed, unbelievable. Theywere jutting out so high, so outward from the boy’s torso. The tits werepointing up in the air in a provocative way. They seemed to be pulsating,begging for release. The half-cups were doing their magic, pulling theheavy mass of breast flesh upwards. The side straps, on the shouldersseemed like a harness holding back two fleshy monsters. Wow!

The Doc slowly started to caress the underside of the monstrous muscularbreasts. Back and forth. He could barely open his hands wide enough to cupthe pecs from under. He was pressing them… fondling them… Joey hadtilted back his head in John’s neck and was moaning, heavily breathing. Theyoung doctor couldn’t believe his eyes, but yes… the muscular breastswere getting slightly firmer, rounder, bigger every minute under hisfingers. As in a daze, he could feel the naked bubble-butt of the boypressed against his thighs, the wet crack soaking the front side of hispants. He thought for a while about fucking Joey that way, standing up inthe middle of his office, entirely naked for his muscle bra. His cock washarder and bigger than ever. So were Joey’s muscular breasts.

Joey was delirious, seemingly out of breath. Then, just one rough word cameout.

“Ohhhh..!!”

And, under the doctor’s disbelieving eyes, the incredible suddenlyhappened. Something which had never happened during any of the`examinations’ John had ministered to Joey. Harnessed by the side straps,pressed against each other both by the cups and the doctor’s fingers, eachof the male breasts simultaneously released a thick spurt of milk, gushingall over the place with a strength both the Doc and the boy would never hadthought was possible. The hard cups were acting like a constant stimulationon Joey’s muscular breasts and the up high position they were forcing thebreasts into, seemed to make the spurting easier. The huge nipples werethrobbing, endlessly releasing their load. At this step, the doctor waseven able to aim their spurting, taking them in his fingers and directingthe stream. That was mind-boggling.

Joey was passing out in the Doc’s arms. The latest’s mind was exploding inthe same time his cock did in his boxers, his hands clamped hard onto thehuge muscular breasts.

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One week later, again, Joey was welcomed by the young doctor in his office,again.

“So, Joey, did the muscle bra do good to your back and shoulders?”

“”Yes, Doctor a lot and…”

“But, what’s that, Joey…??” He couldn’t believe his eyes: beside hislight, transparent gym shorts you could see he had just a thong underneathon, like he usually did, Joey was wearing a mesh white T-shirt… whichleft the black, shiny muscle bra entirely visible.

“Are you not afraid anyone could see it, Joey? I thought you would havelike to have it hidden underneath your clothes…?”

“But I want anyone to see it, Doctor. I find it to be very sexy! And I’mnot the only one… ” Joey was all smiles. “Don’t you think it is, Doctor?”Joey was flaunting his huge, propped out muscular breasts, cupping themfrom under with his own hands the way the Doc did it himself last week. Thewhite mesh, upon the tanned, smooth skin, added to the hot effect, makingthe cleavage look even deeper, enhancing the perfect shape of the huge,round breasts. And the black, shiny garment, with its rubberised lycramaterial, showcased the way it was, really looked like… a bra!

Joey had a large grin on his face, carefully adjusting the mesh upon hisenormous nipples which were poking through.

“Oh Joey… you are just … you are just a…Oh wait a minute… someone’sknocking at the door…!”

“Oh, Doctor… please, don’t open the door. I think it is the securityguard. He was after me. He almost raped me in the elevator and I’ve barelybeen able to escape him when the door opened at your floor…”

Part Seven : WITH A LITTLE HELP

“Come in, John, please”

The Chief Doctor’s desk top was covered with lots of documents, books,papers of all kinds. As Doctor John came closer, he saw that the ChiefDoctor was busy examining large size B&W photos and also medical reportsand stats.

“I wanted to show you these photos, John… I guess you will easilyrecognize one of your patient, Joey”. The young doctor definitelyrecognized Joey’s hot body on the shots, indeed. The overdeveloped muscularbreasts couldn’t be mistaken and, despite the very medical aspect of theB&W shots of Joey from face or side view, these images were a total turn onfor both the two men. The low, rough voice of the Chief Doctor wasbetraying his lust as well as his tented crotch and the young doctor, whilebending on the desk top to have a closer look to the photos, felt his pantswere becoming tighter and tighter every minute.

There were two groups of photos of Joey, face and side. The first groupshowed Joey bare chested, his huge muscular breasts fully exposed in alltheir glory, round, heavy, magnificent, naked. The second group of photosshowed Joey wearing the black rubberised Lycra muscle bra John recently hadcustom-made for Joey. Provocatively jutting outward in an horizontalposition, the pecs-breasts looked like two monsters harnessed by the strapsof the muscle bra, ready to pop out in your face.

“By the way, you really did and excellent job about that muscle bra forJoey, John. Congratulations”

“Thank you very much, Sir. You know how much I love… well… my job.”

“Yes, John. It also gave me an interesting idea. What I wanted to point outto you is, I think, especially obvious of the side shots. Have a close lookat them. Do you see what I see?”

“Hum… yes Sir. I think so. Joey’s breasts stand so much higher and lookeven bigger when he has the muscle bra on” said John, stating the obvious.

“Exactly, John. Now I would like to show you this, too. Let me know whatyou think”. The Chief Doctor inserted a video tape in a monitor placedbehind his desk and, a few seconds later, the two men were watching on thescreen a cardio session featuring Joey.

The young boy was running on a tread mill. His gorgeous body was moving ina perfect harmony, but the most stunning thing was the way his huge pecsbreasts were bouncing up and down to the rhythm of his run. At times theyswayed from side to side as the voluptuous flesh moved in time to hisquickening footsteps.

It was the most erotic thing John could think of and his penis was now rockhard, profusely oozing precum in his boxers.

“Very, very exciting, John, isn’t it? A real turn on…” said the ChiefDoctor softly, unable to take his eyes off the monitor screen.

“Yes, indeed, Sir” absentmindedly replied John, in awe.

“However”, said the Chief Doctor, regaining his composure, “… look atthis”

On the screen appeared a lot of diagrams, graphs and columns of numberswhile the tape featuring Joey’s jogging kept on running in the background.

“These graphs and diagrams analyse and calculate with the greatestprecision Joey’s pecs motion during his run – the pace and amplitude,etc… Do you think what I think, John?”

“Well… I don’t know, Sir…” stammered a mesmerized John, mostly busy notto cream his pants here and now.

“That could be better” stated the Chief Doctor.

John was quite puzzled, wondering what the Chief Doctor meant by “Thatcould be better…”

“Let me show you this, now, John” The Chief Doctor took off from one of thedrawers of his desk what looked like a flesh colored piece of jelly. TheDoctor crashed it in his powerful fist, but, the second he opened his handagain, the thing had took back its initial shape. “Look at this, John!” TheChief Doctor dropped the thing on his desk top. The piece of whatever itwas rebounded at least 3 or 4 times higher than the height it had beendropped from, nearly hitting the ceiling of the office.

“It is a new kind of silicone, John. Incredibly pliable, elastic andflexible, as you can see.”

John remained silent.

“Here is what we’re going to do, John: we’re going to give our cute littleJoey breasts implants. Not any ordinary breasts implants, John: first oftheir kind… made of that extraordinary new silicone!”

The young Doctor didn’t know what to think about the idea, let alone whatto say.

“But, Sir… I think that… well, Joey’s breasts are already sohuge… and we have to be careful not to ruin their shape and volume, youstated yourself they were perfect!”

“Do not worry, John. We’re not going to alter the shape or volume of thesemuscular wonders. We’re just going to… help them to stand in thatincredibly high position the muscle bra gives them… without the musclebra!”

John was speechless. He felt that the Chief Doctor’s words, in addition tothe complete plastic surgery field of activity, were actually giving newdimensions to his now completely erected penis, too.

“Wow!” was all he could manage to say, while his boxers were getting wetterand wetter every minute..

“And that is not all, John. Now that we achieved a perfect physique withJoey’s body, we’re also going to work about putting this physique inmotion. The breasts implants, made of that new, incredible silicone, andplaced under Joey’s breasts, will give them a new flexibility, increasingthe height of their bouncing, allowing them to move in a much moreautonomous way.

“In other words, Joey’s pecs breasts will bounce more and better than theyever did. We’re going to give them a life of their own, John!”

John’s mind was filled with incredibly erotic images of impossibly hugemale breasts, erotically bouncing under his eyes. The Chief Doctor snappedhim out of his daydreaming right before the final eruption.

“And, in addition to this, we’re going to place these breasts implantsright under Joey’s lactating glands. That way…”

“… the bouncing will stimulate the lactation…!” enthusiasticallyinterrupted John.

“… and will even possibly initiate it…!” ended the Chief Doctor,standing up from behind his desk, displaying the huge erection his pantscould barely conceal, now.

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One week later, laying naked on his back on the operation table, a bitanxious, Joey was trying to get from both the Chief Doctor and John somemore information about what was about to happen to him:

“But, Sir… Doctor… why do I have to be asleep to receive the injectionsof that new growth hormone in my pecs?? Can’t you just inject it to me theway you usually do?”

“Well, no Joey… this… well… new growth hormone is so powerful, soefficient that… your body needs to be completely relaxed to get it. Also,the injections may be a little painful, so…”

“Ooooh Doctor… will it leave some scarring or something?”

“No, Joey, not at all. Please do not worry. And I can tell you that, soon,you will appreciate the result. You definitely will have better pecs!”

“That’s good, Doctor” said Joey with a shy smile. “Will they be bigger?Even more awesome?”

“Yes, Joey. Definitely much more awesome. And, now I have to give you theinjection which will make you sleep. Just relax, Joey”.

With a boyish smile on his face, Joey quickly and confidently fell asleep,his breath peacefully heaving up his full, round, enormous male breasts,already dreaming of an even bigger chest..

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“Good morning, Sir, good morning Doctor”. Joey had just entered the Doc’soffice. Already tanned from the first sunny days of the summer, flashinghis bright smile, Joey was glowing with health.

“Good morning, Joey. How are you?” Both the Chief Doctor and John, whilstgreeting Joey, couldn’t believe their eyes.

Just the muscular, smooth, suntanned thighs would have been enough to keepany pair of eyes glued forever. The white, very short, nearly transparentnylon shorts, split till the waistband, uncovered the upper part of Joey’sthighs and part of his perfect bubble butt with each step Joeymade. Underneath the running shorts, “something” of a bright yellow couldbe seen.

Whatever it was, all you could say was that is was… very small! Thestrong arms, the V-shaped torso, the broad shoulders were eye-catching aswell.

But the most incredible, unbelievable thing was Joey’s tee-shirt. The thin,baggy garment was horizontally tented almost right under Joey’schin. Bulging out, a long way out from the boy’s torso. And very high.

The two huge nipples crowning the monster muscular breasts, far frompointing down to the floor, were standing to attention slightly higher thanthe horizontal, clearly and erotically defined under the material. Fromthere, the tee-shirt was freely hanging out, far from Joey’s abs and waist.

The Chief Doctor hardly swallowed his saliva and, gasping, asked Joey:

” Joey, do you… wear the muscle bra?”

“No, Sir”, said Joey, quite surprised “You said I didn’t had to, thismorning and…”

“Yes, yes, I know… That’s fine, Joey”. Less than one week after theoperation, the overdeveloped, heavy muscle breasts didn’t need the help ofthe muscle bra to stand that high, anymore. Again, the Chief Doctorstruggled to swallow his saliva, mentally anticipating what’s wasunderneath Joey’s tee-shirt.

Then Joey started to walk, slowly heading toward the two Doctors. Themonster male breasts definitely seemed to have a life of their own. Witheach of Joey’s step, they were bouncing up and down in an incredibly hotway. Joey giggled a little and the breasts slightly flopped right andleft. They seemed to be in a constant motion, a firm, supple bouncing oftheir own. The huge nipples were constantly sliding underneath the cottonof the tee-shirt, materializing their motion through the fabric. When Joeyfinally stopped moving, the oversized pec-breasts still bounced andquivered many times in a motion of a decreasing amplitude, to finally standproudly still, but throbbing.

The silence was complete in the doctor’s office.

“So, Joey…” asked the Doc “… can you feel your pecs are bigger, morespectacular now, after the op… I mean… after the growth hormoneinjections?”

“Oh Doctor, I don’t know if they’re bigger or not, but they standso… high and hard, now, for sure. Are they… erected, or something?Also, I feel them… differently! I mean… I feel them more… They’rejust moving all the time… and it arouses me… inside! They drip all thetime, too…”

The two doctors looked at each other, silent again.

Joey, a little bit embarrassed, asked:

“Why did you said I had to take a swimsuit with me this morning, Doctor?”

“Well, Joey… “stammered the doctor, “I think a little cardio… I mean inthe open air this time, would do a lot of good to both of us, so… whatabout going for some jogging along the beach this morning, the three ofus?”

“Oooohh that’s great!” enthusiastically said Joey, pulling down his runningshorts ” But… I didn’t have any Speedo… all mine from college were waytoo small, so I brought a posing-suit!”

“I.. I think that will do…” the Doc managed to reply, looking at theincredibly minuscule lime green thing Joey was showing off and wonderinghow any speedo could be smaller than this “Let’s go…!”

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Because of the early hour of the day, the beach was deserted. Stepping onthe warm sand, the two Doctors led Joey close to the water, on the edge ofthe waves. John and the Chief Doctor stripped off first. Although he hadalready experienced the situation, Joey felt weak in the knees at the sightof the strong, well-built bodies of the two men. Both of them, as he knew,were very well hung and what Joey could guess through their running shortsmade him warm and wet deep down inside his boy-pussy.

It was the first time he was standing outdoor, in public, with these twohighly sexually charged men and it felt… different to him. Whilst he waspulling down his own shorts, he couldn’t help but recognize that specialheat building in his oversized male breasts. Almost scared by how violenthis urge was, Joey was struggling with the obvious: he needed to bemilked. It happened all the time since the growth hormone injections he hadlast week.

But the trouble Joey was going through was nothing compared to the lust thetwo men were experiencing now. Joey had just started to slowly lift up hisT-shirt above his head and, in the motion, his monster male breasts werereaching his chin, almost hiding his face. When he finally got rid of thetee-shirt and lowered his arms, the big breasts endlessly bounced up anddown. It seemed they will never stop. His young nipples were moving in alldirections, shining from the first drops of milk Joey’s chest wasproducing.

“Let’s run” said the Chief Doctor, fearing he could cream his pants righthere and now.

The three of them started to slowly jog along the beach, Joey between thetwo Doctors. The flashy posing-suit Joey was wearing, totally inappropriatefor jogging, or swimming, or anything else than posing on a strip showstage or a bodybuilding contest podium, which is roughly the same thing,had entirely disappeared in his butt crack in the rear side, while thetiny, line less triangle of the front side, barely covering Joey’s cock andballs, was leaving him more naked than if he was nude. It created a nicevisual contrast with the conservative, manly, dark colored running shortsof the two coctors. They were quite a sight to be seen, though, with theirhuge erections leading the way in front of them.

Under the stimulation of the bouncing and because of the pressure of thesilicone breast implants against his over excited lactating glands, Joey’smuscle breasts had started to swell and drip more and more milk. Bouncingup and down in a frantic rhythm, they had begun to spray milk in alldirections, now, spurting all over his own tan torso as well as over thetwo men’s. They stopped running, trying to catch their breath.

Joey was ecstatic, loosing any sense of time or place. He was begging:

“Please, Oh please… milk me… now!!”

John and the Chief Doctor looked at each other. “Can we do this here?”. ButJoey’s breasts were now spurting in every direction, so, without a secondthought, each of the two men grabbed one of the boy’s swollen male breastsand, taking the nipples in their mouth, got the warm, powerful streamdirectly in their throat, making Joey moan and groan.

The milking lasted for a long time. Their lust was dramatically raising upand without asking the boy, each of the two doctors took turn to penetrateJoey’s smooth boy-pussy on the deserted beach, not even bothering toundress him – they just spread apart the narrow back side of hisposing-suit. The boy’s chest seemed to endlessly produce milk under thestimulation of the bouncing from the fucking.

Finally, Joey fell asleep, sucked dry, exhausted. Wrapping him in a beachtowel, the two men carried the boy to the Doc’s pick-up and carefully laidhim down inside, his head resting on the back seat.

The Chief Doctor gently opened the beach towel they had wrapped the nowdeeply sleeping Joey in. John and him softly touched the incredible musclebreasts and looking to each other, whispered in just one voice…

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