Our little secret

The hospital

Day 1, I guess this is my life now. I throw my bag down on the bed and sit next to it. My room was long with a big wall sized window at the end next to my single bed. The sheer slightly drifting in the open window breeze. I grab my file at the end of the bed;

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-Tom S Nights
-22
-161cm
-black hair
-green eyes
-slim but toned
-still in the slow stages of puberty, hasn't yet full developed facial hair, pubic hair, or reached expected full growth of testicles and penis.

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Fucking charming I thought! Don't exactly hide  what's wrong with me...well guess that's why I'm here. I've always worried about how I've never hit, what I call second puberty. Like there's 2 types of puberty. 1 where a young boy turns into a teenager and then there's puberty 2 where a teenager turns into a man. Puberty 2 is what I haven't hit yet, I'm still waiting to grow proper pubic and facial hair, I'm still waiting to get more broader shoulders and hit that proper growth spurt. Still waiting to be a man. As at the moment I get ID'd for everything and get mistaken for a fucking 17 year old everywhere I go. I've got a toned figure but I'm just not big? And I want to be big or atleast bigger? I've got a fucking child's body and it sucks!

I flop on my bed and adjust my manly bits. Why's it you always have to be in the most inappropriate places, when u get in the mood to just have a wank? This! This, Is something I don't have a problem with, wanking! Like a teenage boy I get hard at near enough anything, female showing a bit of boob (boner), female walks in the room (boner), have an itch down there (boner), girl gives me a hug and a kiss I basically cum myself, it's fucking embarrassing I have 0 self control.

I beguine to just to just casually rub myself to see it'll go away but just gets worse, so I begun to just give it a bit of a tug under my joggy bottoms. I begin to relax and enjoy it and shut my eyes, then suddenly the door abruptly opens and a tall muscular man with his sleeves rolled up walks in. O shit! I say and roll over to the other side of the bed so he can't see my boner.
He just stands behind me, I can feel his eyes at the back of my head just staring. His presence is over powering. He coughs a little and I turn to look at him.
"I'm Doctor J brown but you can call me doc" he said.
His white shirt basically clinging to every muscle he had, his hairy muscular arms, his stubbly beard and short back and sides hair cut. He was everything I wanted to be and I felt inferior to him more then most people.
"Today we're just going to do a general examination of your body, have a feel if everything is where it's meant to be" he smiled " so if you would like to lay back on the bed and just tell me if you want me to stop".
I lay back on the bed and he his big hands feel around my neck, shoulders and arms. He works his way down. He feels my chest.
"You may have a growth defect but you certainly managed to get some shape in your chest" he said.
I laugh and say "it's taken 4 years at the gym to get that much, before I used to be just skin and bone. Atleast I'm kinda toned now".
He chuckles and works his way down to my abdomen, pressing my tummy. He gets lower and is just above my waistline now, pressing against my bladder and hips. I can feel a tingle in my dick. Fuck off dick! I think to myself. Not now! He leaves my tummy and goes down to my feet again pressing and working his way up. He gets to my inner thighs and starts doing mini Circular motions motions while heading up. He does it on both legs. He then slides his hand up to grab the top of my inner thigh, while his other hand lifts and bends my leg. I can feel the back of his hand against me, my manly bits and with each movement, his hand brushes me. His does the same with the other leg, his hand so big it's basically got my whole buttock cheek in 1 hand. Just having him slightly press against me feels nice, just tickles. I've never been turned on by a man or never thought of a man before, so this was new. I was unsure but internally I liked it.
"Right, so if you could just sit up for me and kneel on the bed, facing the window" he say and I did so.
He stood behind me and told me to lift up my arms and he ran his hands down my sides which made me shiver.
Am I making this sexual, I thought? Or is it him...? I'm not gay? Get that straight Tom! I shouted to myself. I'm not gay! I'm straight! I'm just doing what he says! He's flirting with me! But how? He's just doing a general examination?
He grabbed my inner thigh again, which shocked me. He held it there, almost like he was letting me know his presence was there. His thumb lightly rested just above my dick. I had a wave of being horny again and my dick twitched. Stop I thought! Just stop getting turned on he's doing nothing! This is normal! I'm just acting like this because I was horney before hand that's why!
He lightly moved his fingers up the back of my inner thigh (it tickled) then he grabbed my thigh again and separated my legs a little bit.
His hand just next to me my dick. He was cupping my inner thigh but I could feel the warmth from his hand through my joggy bottoms.
He put his left hand on my lower abdomen again and started to lightly press. His hand was pressing my bladder and I was just concentrating all my efforts on not getting a full on hard on. His hand covered basically my whole lower abdomen, he was so big. He pushed again harder and I ended up leaning on him. I thought just breathe think of anything else, just don't be horney while he pressed my belly. I relaxed and then, I felt something warm fill my boxers and run down my legs. Did I just cum myself?! No I did worse, I wet myself! He made me wet myself!
He realised, his grip and went to wash his hands while I was left to scurry up some bullshit dignity I had left.
"Well I wasn't expecting that, he laughed" I could see he looked fucking proud of himself or something. He turned while drying his hands.
"Your bladder, has seemed to not of developed aswell, it's abnormally small. Do you regularly struggle to hold it in when needing the toilet?" I thought yes but why the fuck would I tell that prick he did it deliberately.
"No" I said spitefully, he smirked at me.
"Well, either way we're going to have to take precautions so we don't have an incident like this again" he glanced down at my discoloured grey wet joggy bottoms and wet bed "you won't be in the nurses good books if they know your a bed wetter and your going to want to stay in theyre good books as your going to be here for a while". He turned and walked out the door and shouted "I'll be back in a minute" while the door shut.
I sat there, in my own fucking piss soaked...bed wetter?! Are you fucking kidding me? I thought. He made me wet myself! Not me! I've never even fucking wet myself! I was furious! He walked back in, I stood up and I began to say
"Hey, I didn't wet myself! You made..." he pulled a nappy from behind him and my jaw dropped.
"This is for your protection, it may not be to your liking but it's precaution with young men with your condition". I stood there still in shock, my heart thumping. He walked up to me , my head reaching his chest. He looked down at me.
"So can you put your nappy on? Or would you like some help?"