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## The X-Ray

![xray](https://i.ibb.co/zrSY2kM/tumblr-mpr98yw-XTw1rljay8o1-500.png)



Timothy hopped up onto the waiting room table, clutching his tummy. He had never felt like this before. He felt hollow, scooped out, and empty. Which shouldn’t come as a surprise, Seeing as about 45 minutes ago, Timothy had done something that no boy his age had ever done before.

Timothy sat back and listen to his father and Dr. White talk.

"Well, let me just see here," the doctor said, pinning the X-ray to the lightboard. "Well…Jesus fuck!"

Timothy could only clutch his stomach and rock back and forth as he listened to the two men laugh at his x-ray. Timothy didn’t quite see the humor in it. Even to his young eyes, it was obvious what had happened.

"Jesus Fuck, Dean! What did you do to the boy! He’s carved out like some slutty jack-o-lantern!"

More manly laughter.

"I know, I know," Dad said. "My kid’s a wreck. You know, Doc, it was the funniest thing. We were doing our normal nighttime fuck sesh. You know how Timothy can be - always whining and bitching about how I don’t fit. Well, I usually can handle the whining, but when I really push in there he makes this awful noise like he’s dying or something. So anyway, just a little bit ago, we were screwing around in his bedroom and I had him on his tummy. We don’t usually do tummy - he says it hurts more - but I wanted it. So he’s underneath me, and I get going.

So I’m digging at him, digging at him, and wouldn’t ya know it, but the kid isn’t saying a damn thing. I figure that’s basically the green light for me to go deeper, so I really start to give it to him. IN no time I’ve worked up a sweat and am basically long-dicking my boy

Anyway, this goes on for about two hours before I realize that the reason the little fucker hasn’t cried out in a while is because he was on his tummy, He’s been face-down in his Scooby Doo pillow the entire time!

I panicked, thinking I’d…ya know…so I pulled his face up from the pillow. I didn’t stop fucking him, mind you, but I did sorta slow my pace to make sure he was all right. That’s when I realized I could feel his heartbeat on my cockhead, so I knew he was all right.”

"Yes, it’s always good to monitor their vitals when you’re railing them" the doctor said solemnly. "Tell me, Dean, you shot a big load way up inside the kid, didn’t you."

"Why yes I did. Right after I felt that heartbeat. How did you know?"

The doctor smiled wisely and tapped at a spot on the X-Ray with his pen. “You see this here? This is the issue. This hollowed out cock shape isn’t a problem - Timothy can handle that. It’s actually this spot here that is the problem. We call it Compacted Sperm Deposit. It’s something that happens with boys Timothy’s age. Typically, it occurs when a father deep-dicks his son and then ejaculates deep in the kid. The sperm rushes out into such a tight and compact space, it gets lodged there, unable to return out his sphincter.”

"Da—-daddyyyy, it hurts!"

"Shh, Timmy! The Doctor is talking!" Dad gives Timmy a disapproving look. "So…what do we do Doc?"

"Well, there’s a simple solution. Will you help me get the kid up on the table?"

In no time, the good doctor and the bad father had Timothy on his back, lets up in the stirrups. He was already naked, so his little fucked out cunt was on display. They strapped him in the arm restraints.

Then Dr. White unsheathed the tool that made him the most successful doctor on the Midwest. His foot-long anal inspection tool, which happened to be attached to his pubic bone and decorated with two egg-sized testicles.

"See, since the boy can’t shit out your jizzz, what we have to do here is blast it out his other orifice," the doctor said as he slathered his raging hard-on with medical grade Kiddy Lube.

Then, with no ceremony, the doctor went up to little Timothy and began to cram his doctor’s tool right into the boy’s ruined anal canal. Timothy’s tummy was now aching AND on fire as Dr. White carved Poor fuck hole! Someone give him a treat for DADDY’S SAKE.

"Heeeeere we go. Easy as pie," the doctor said as he slid into his patient to the hilt. "Yep. Just as I thought. I can feel the compacted load on my piss slit. Now, Dean, if you’ll just hold this little baggie here up to his chin."

The doctor held out what looked like an airline vomit bag. Dean took it and held it to his kid’s mouth. That mouth, by the way, was twisted into a pretty hilarious silent scream.”Alrighty, her ewe go,” the doctor said cooly. Then without even moving, he began to ejaculate.

The doctor knows his stuff. Those egg balls of his could really spray that baby batter, and it worked like a charm. In no time he had thrust Timothy’s father’s cum up the boy’s esophagus and out his mouth.

Timothy had never heard his father laugh so hard as when he spit up that foamy, cummy, mucus milkshake. It tasted awful coming up, and it did nothing to stem the pain in his belly (which was still filled with a quickly softening doctor cock).

"You’re my hero, Doctor White!" Dad cried. "You cured him!"

"Just doing my job." the doctor said, pulling out with a mighty SHLURRRPPPP.

"Doc…do you mind if I take this with us?" Dad says, holding up the vom bag. "It could come in handy later."

"Sure thing! It’s actually recommended."

Dad and the doctor helped Timothy up and into a wheelchair.

"It…it feels worse…" Timmy moaned, which got a laugh out of the two men.

"Oh, one more thing before you go!" the doctor cried out. He reached into a baggie and pulled out a green lollipop. "Something for…"

Timothy’s eye’s lit up, and he weakly reached for the candy. He hadn’t had candy in years.

"You, Dad." The doctor handed the candy to Dad, who laughed, unwrapped it, and stuck it in his mouth.

"Thanks," Dad said, cruching down on the candy. "See ya next time." Then Dad spit the candy its into the vomit bag and wheeled his son out of the doctor’s office.

