Although I love my job as a general practitioner, the routine of insignificant boo-boos can be mind-numbingly boring. Luckily, I found a sideline. The temp gig is a welcome diversion. I'm in charge of physical exams at a Centre for juvenile sexual delinquents.

The place, called Sternbrook, is rather sordid. It's a gray concrete building on the outskirts of town, hidden in the industrial district. The unidentified prison consists in a maze of sterile hallways and cells. It would be quite depressing if it wasn't for the horny cuties residing there.

A dozen boys between nine and sixteen are placed in temporary care, kids with serious behavioral problems. The worst offenders have files thicker than a brick. One of them raped his little sister repeatedly and she was just a baby. Some were more imaginative. A couple of teenagers managed to run a prostitution ring with minors for a long time before getting caught. They raked in ten grand a week! There's also a few unrecoverable like this ten-year-old Greek kid named Stefano who has done so much child porn that he cannot meet an adult without bending over automatically!

You get the picture...

All in all, a wicked bunch of perverts!

I installed my office in a room with no windows for privacy's sake. There's a desk, two chairs and a couch. Every Friday, my door is open for the examinations. I perform the usual stuff; taking measures and recording the weight of my young patients. Of course, they have to be nude...I can't say they are shy about that! In fact, the exhibitionists come in twice to show me their willies and get a double dose of candy.

With every boy, I inspect the testicles and verify the elasticity of the foreskin until he pops a boner. I also spread the buttocks to examine the anus. The smaller boys have bruises around the rim. It's not a secret at the Centre that the older teens fuck the vulnerable youngsters every chance they get... Upper management turns a blind eye to this. They don't want a scandal on their hands.

Confidentiality is of utmost importance and upholding discipline is equally essential. I was asked to ignore any regrettable observations, a directive that I follow since I do not want to spoil the opportunity to have fun with a pack of sexy lil' horndogs.

All the kids are very friendly with me. The news of the arrival of a young doctor spread like wildfire amidst the walls of the Centre. They all lined up for an exam. It's rather funny to observe the silly rascals try to seduce me. They are ready to do anything for a pack of smokes or a chance to go outside. My cock is hard all the time watching these imps wiggle their bums like hookers luring johns on the sidewalk.

Right from the start, I knew I would fit in and reap my fair share of benefits. After all, it's easy to have children eating out of your hands when you're an easygoing guy with a nice bod, a thick mop of curly dark hair and a warm smile.

Every Friday at Sternbrook, my day starts with the compulsive masturbator. Ryan shows up early. He's a lovely redhead of thirteen with a plump pecker. For his entire stay at the Centre his wrists have to be tied behind his back in order to curb his nasty habit. It's a barbaric form of torture if you ask me. Could you go six months without playing with yourself?

In my office, the anxious boy fidgets on the same spot. His eyes scintillate with the need for relief. I step behind him, wrap my arms around his waist and fiddle with the button fly of his jeans. He purrs anticipating the pleasure to come. "Have you been a good boy this week, Ryan?"

"Yesss, Doctor Cox! Please, take my dick out!" he begs. "Jerk me off! Pleeeeze!"

I unsnap every button slowly, one by one, listening to his sighs of impatience. Horny boys are so much fun, especially when they are cute like Ryan. Despite being thirteen, the kid has retained the traits of childhood, rosy round cheeks and freckles on his nose. "C'mon Doc, I can't take it anymore!" he calls for more ardor from my part.

His jeans drop around his ankles. I gently lower the white briefs, making sure his rigid drooling prick doesn't get caught in the waistband. The perky young cock springs up. Only a few red hairs have sprouted on Ryan's pubic mound but the size of his penis indicates an advanced stage of puberty. Standing behind the lad, I caress his bloated balls and graze his chubby with my fingertips, teasing him.

"Dammit Doc!" Ryan squirms, on the verge of sobbing. "Do it now!"

"What's the rush?" I chuckle, applying a good dose of lubricant on the palms of my hands. After a couple smacks on his butt, I grab his engorged member. Immediately, Ryan tilts his head back on my shoulder and moans. I pump his cock softly, feeling the vibrant hard meat swell some more in my grip. The foreskin retracts completely exposing a large mushroom head.

"Thank you! Ohhh thank you Doctor Cox," he mumbles. "Yes, pull on my dick... unnghhh faster, faster!"

I tug on his erection with gusto. Whenever he starts to shudder from a surge of pleasure, I let go of his beautiful prick. "Fuck no! Don't stop! You can't" Ryan protests and becomes irate. But I make him cool down before continuing. I leave him standing there wrists bound behind his back, squirming, with that unreachable big boner jutting up in front of him!

It's the ideal time to coax a naughty confession out of the boy. One time, I got him to admit that he fucked his little cousin up the ass way too hard the first time. But the most unusual story was certainly the one he told when I asked him how he discovered sex. It happened shortly after his sixth birthday.

Back then, Ryan had just moved to another town with his family and did not have any friends. Isolated and lonely, his pet dog was his only buddy, the sole living thing that was dear to him. He'd grown up with the loyal beast since birth. The male English Mastiff went by the name of Turbo and weighed more than him. Ryan confided that the huge dog was the master in their relationship because of his inability to control it. Turbo would often jump into his arms to lick his freckled face. The tyke always fell backwards on his butt.

At bath time, he brought the goofy dog in the tub and spent hours grooming it. Turbo surely had the silkiest fur of all animals in the world. During Ryan's meticulous scrubbing of its balls, Turbo's canine sex would poke out of the hairy sheath. The bright red penis without a knob looked like a tube of lipstick. Ryan examined closely the strange organ to satisfy his childish curiosity. But the recurring erections annoyed him because soon after, Turbo began to jig on its hind legs and hump his naked body.

Ignorant about sex, the six-year-old boy went to his father, relying on the man's usual candor to get an explanation.

"He thinks you're a girl-dog!" his dad laughed. "That's the way boy doggies beat-o"

"Please, George!" Ryan's mother interrupted the sentence.

Ryan blushed realizing that willies, even those of dogs, were a taboo subject. No one discussed the matter after that. And Ryan's parents never imagined a pet could play a role in their beloved's son sexual development.

However, on a humid night, as they snored in the conjugal bedroom, the little redhead could not find sleep in the adjacent one. He closed the door, turned on a lamp and lay down on the mattress to read a comic book.

Turbo wasn't sleeping either. The restless animal jumped around the bed, its tail high up. Turbo scratched at the small boy's arm seeking attention, his snout sniffing all over. As Ryan often did, he lowered his jammies and lifted up his bare buttocks to occupy his companion. Moreover, Ryan enjoyed the feel of the long wet tongue on his rear-end. How it licked his little nutbag and lapped up the crack of his butt, which made his penis stiffen. Waves of mysterious tingles coursed through his febrile young body receptive to any form of stimulation.

But that evening, Turbo climbed on his back and began to dart his turgid cock between his buttocks. Absorbed in his reading, Ryan did not pay attention to the repeated assaults until Turbo invited himself into his most intimate opening. A jolt of sharp pain suddenly travelled up his spine. His body tensed up. The muscular animal was grasping him in a bear hug under the armpits. The following instant, its rigid doggy dick was stabbing into his bum hole at an ever increasing pace. Overwhelmed by panic, Ryan gasped for air.

He didn't even attempt to escape his fate knowing the strength of the huge Mastiff. Instead, he opted to stifle his plaintive cries in the pillow afraid to wake his parents. The prospect of them seeing him being dominated by the family pet terrified him. What a humiliating position for a six-year-old boy forming his masculine identity!

After the initial shock of the unexpected penetration, the pain subsided. Ryan recalled with a sheepish grin that he began to appreciate the brisk spearing of flesh inside him. His tiny penis had never been so stiff. The head was swollen like a ripe cherry and the slim shaft hard as rock. At the peak of the frenzied rutting, as Turbo fucked him hard in the ass, the bestial act made Ryan dizzy. His frail arms strained to support the weight on his shoulders. Meanwhile, of course, the big beast was having the time of its life, squealing with joy.

"Shhh! Please, shuddup Turbo..." Ryan whispered. "Be quiet!"

The hard dog cock thrust in his anus erratically, a series of frantic jabs followed by deeper insertions. Ryan turned his head regularly, both horrified and excited seeing the scarlet mass buried in his poop chute. The whole situation was grotesque. From Turbo's jowls, a trickle of drool flowed constantly on the nape of his neck and a wild stench filled the bedroom. Nevertheless, the rising pleasure of the forced breeding electrified Ryan.

All of a sudden, Turbo froze over him. He felt the dog's penis widen cruelly in his tight little hole. Spurts of hot juice exploded in his bowel. The reaction of his body was immediate. His boner fluttered and he could not help but cry out a supplicating moan as his legs were wracked with violent spasms.

The four-legged intruder pulled out of his guts and trotted away, leaving him with the enigma of the delicious climax. The next evening, Ryan discovered that he could generate the same brief moment of ecstasy using his fingers. He started doing it every day unaware really of what he was doing, certainly uneducated about orgasms. And it would take a few years before he fully grasped the shameful truth - he had cummed for the first time, assraped by a dog.

I had to pinch myself not to laugh when Ryan divulged that secret, although he didn't seem to regard the episode as an awful experience. Redheads have a good sense of humor, they say. Anyway, like every Friday, after coaxing out a naughty confession from the young teen, I return to the task at hand. Ryan livens up feeling my fingers compress his hard-on. "Ready for it?" I say.

"Yes! Make me cum, Doctor Cox!" he almost yells.

I rub the entire length of his boy cock. It throbs and twitches. The head flares as if it's exhaling and inhaling. With my free hand, I explore the crack of his round butt. A swift gesture crams my greasy middle finger far into his asshole. "Unnghhh! Ffffuckkk! Unngghhh" Ryan babbles.

A few seconds of probing his prostate is all that is required to trigger an orgasm. Ryan's lips quiver. The sap surges up the canal. He grunts loudly draining a week load of boy juice out his balls. Jets of white cream shoot out of his pulsing erection. They arch up in the air and splatter on the floor. I have to hold him in my arms otherwise he will collapse from the intense lashes of pleasure.

And then I see his lovely face all scrunched up, a great sight to start the day. Boys flash the prettiest grimaces when they cum. Pure enjoyment. Decidedly, I have a dream job...

After it all, Ryan throws me a coy grin and I put on my serious doctor face.

"Hmm. I think your reproductive system is working fine, young man. Come back next week, I wanna do another test. We can't be too careful about that."