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Dr. Webster looked up at the light knock on his office door.
"Yes? come in."
The door was pushed open by one of his nurses ushering in a young man.
"Ah, Mr. Norris." Dr. Webster stood and came around his desk to shake the young man's hand."A pleasure, your father's letter spoke very highly of you."
Young Mr. Norris flushed at the praise but he shook Dr. Webster's hand back firmly.
He did not have the delicate, willowy build fashionable for omegas at the moment but he was by no means unattractive with strong shoulders, a handsome face, and dark hair tumbling over his forehead.
He was dressed in a fashionable, well-tailored suit that fit him to perfection and looked like a very amiable young man indeed. He was also the son of a wealthy merchant and would no doubt marry well.
Mr. Norris need not fear being relegated to the role of mistress as so many wellborn but less affluent omegas were.
Dr. Webster gave him one last smile and stepped back. "Let's begin, shall we? Please disrobe for me and lay on the examination table."
"Yes, Doctor." Mr. Norris said gaze lowering demurely and tone meek, proving someone had taught him fashionable manners even if nothing could be done about his build.
Dr. Webster nodded approval and went to check his notes one more time, aware that for all his demure good manners Mr. Norris’s gaze did follow him with undisguised interest.
For all the touch of grey in his hair and close trimmed beard, Dr. Webster liked to think he still cut an impressive figure, tall and barrel chested, with the muscles of his arms well defined under his shirt sleeves.
It was a good for a healthy young omega like Mr. Norris to look and maybe even get a little bit worked up over what was to come.
When he turned back up Mr. Norris had undressed and was lying on the polished wood examination table, legs spread wide by the padded brass syrups.
Dr. Webster let his gaze sweep down Mr. Norris form as he approached. Mr. Norris’s cock and balls were secured away in a silver cage as was considered proper for an unmarried omega of Mr. Norris's station. The cage was just large enough to allow his cock to plump but not become erect.
Finally, Dr. Webster allowed his gaze to rise back up Mr. Norris's body to his chest. They would start there.
The chest in question was muscular and toned but not particularly well endowed. Dr. Webster slid his hands over the young man's pecs and palpated the area.
"A little underdeveloped I see but that should change once your carrying." He massages the muscles and tissues grasping what little there was and squeezing firmly. He took careful note of the way Mr. Norris's breathing quickened and his cock twitched in its confines the rougher he became. He let go in order to pinch Mr. Norris’s small nipples, increasing the pressure until Mr. Norris made a strangled, involuntary noise. Dr. Webster tugged the nipples firmly, drawing them away from the young man's body until Mr. Norris made another half-suppressed whimper of pain. Dr. Webster let go, gentling his touch as he went back to massaging the area.
"Daily rigorous massages and nipple stretching will help as well and heighten sensitivity." He told Mr. Norris who was now biting his lip, cheeks flushed. "I know a man who specializes in just such treatments and makes very discreet house calls. I will pass his information along to your father at the end of our visit."
He moved down from Mr. Norris's chest to his lower abdomen where he pressed firmly. "No unusual pain or swelling I trust?"
Mr. Norris cleared his throat."None."
"Good." Dr. Webster pressed a touch harder just to see Mr. Norris flinch and squirm. "Relieving yourself normally?"
"Yes." Mr. Norris was doing his best to hold himself still as Dr. Webster palpated and stimulated his bladder, admirable really.
Dr. Webster finally took pity on him and moved on.
He sat on the stool positioned between Mr. Norris's spread legs and reached for the tray of instruments already set up beside the examination table. He selected the speculum slicking it through with thick medical lubricant before pressing the tip against Mr. Norris's tight, little hole.
Mr. Norris squeaked and Dr. Webster put his free hand lightly on Mr. Norris's stomach to steady him.
"Just breathe for me." He instructed as he began pressing the long metal speculum inside.
There was resistance at first but then Mr. Norris's body opened for him, loosening until the speculum was fully seated inside his now stretched hole.
"Another deep breath." Dr. Webster said and then squeezed the handle opening prongs of the speculum and making Mr. Norris’s hole stretch wide.
Mr. Norris made a high, keening noise as his hole was forced open, no doubt more so than it ever had before. Dr. Webster didn't stop though until the speculum was spread to its widest setting then he locked it in place.
"Very good." He could see the entrance to Mr. Norris’s breeding passage now, tightly shut as was normal. Anyone who knew anything about proper biology knew that an omega's breeding passage remained tightly closed until it was stimulated to open by a specific chemical compound found within the fluids of an alpha's first ejaculation.
There were of course workarounds and every physician had their preferred method for opening an omega all the way up.
Dr. Webster turned to the small box that sat on his tray of instruments and flicked the switch to turn it on, listening as the machine hummed to life. He picked up the two slender wands that were attached to the machine by long cables.
He slid the wands inside young Mr. Norris's taught and straining hole, careful to avoid the prongs of the speculum and proceeding as slowly as possible.
Still, Mr. Norris gasped, hips pushing up, nearly off the table at the first touch of the wands, their low electrical current causing his hole and channel to spasm and contract.
Dr. Webster expertly guided the wands deeper inside and Mr. Norris clutched at the edges of the examination table gripping so hard his knuckles went white has helpless little noises were forced out of him.
Dr. Webster supposed it must feel strange the speculum stretching him until he was wide and gaping but still unfilled even as his insides twitched and pulsed as they would if he was being pounded by an alpha's thick cock.
The spasming of the muscles of Nr. Norris outer passage would cause the opening to his breeding passage to loosen, Dr. Webster knew from long experience.
The opening itself was incredibly sensitive and should not be overstimulated too quickly. He stroked those quivering walls with the wands, listening to the noises Mr. Norris made knowing his body would submit and open soon enough.
Mr. Norris’s cock was quite plump now straining against the confines of its silver cage. Dr. Webster waited until Mr. Norris's entire body was trembling before pressing the tip of one of the wands against the entrance to his breeding passage.
Mr. Norris cried out his body opening beautifully as it was stimulated by the electrical pulses.
Dr. Webster removed the other wand and used his now free hand to pick up a large hard phallus from off the installment tray and slide it smoothly open.
Mr. Noise's body tensed his mouth falling open. With practiced motions, Dr. Webster slid the second wand free of Mr. Noise's now overstuffed hole and worked the speculum out as well.
He watched Mr. Norris's hole clamp down around the long thick medical phallus, squeezing futility against the knot lower down on the shaft.
He made a high, needy keening noise.
A certain amount of sexual exploration and hanky panky was to be expected on the part of young omegas and generally, guardians tended to look the other way as long as all breeding passages remained shut.
Mr. Norris was a handsome, good-natured young gentleman and Dr. Webster had no doubt his hole had been thoroughly played with before but this was very likely the first time his breeding passage had ever been penetrated.
Now a good three inches of thick, unforgiving phallus was buried deep in that, oh, so sensitive channel, and Mr. Norris's restrained cock was positively dripping in response.
Dr. Webster smiled just a little to himself and gripped the base of the phallus rocking it ever so slightly inside of Mr. Norris. Allowing him to feel the full length of it, the way the knot stretched him and pulled at the rim of his hole as it was shifted.
"Clench your inner muscles for me if you please Mr. Norris." Dr. Webster said. "I want you to squeeze down on the knot inside you as hard as you can."
Mr. Norris's inner muscles must have been positively exhausted after being forced open by the speculum and stimulated by the electrical wands. Still, Mr. Norris did as he was told, clenching his hole around the knot buried inside of him.
It was not a particularly large knot since they were just starting out but it must have felt huge inside Mr. Norris’s knot-virgin hole.
Dr. Webster watched sweat break out on his brow.
"Good. Now release and clench, release and clench. Very good, now keep clenching and releasing until I tell you to stop."
It was a peculiarity of alpha and omega biology that ejaculation needed to happen twice in order for insemination to take place. The first time, the ‘pre-ejaculation’ as it was medically called, happened while an alpha fucked an omegas lower passage. This ejaculation then caused the omegas breeding passage to open. Healthy alpha's stayed hard through this first ejaculation, which would allow them to thrust fully inside the omegas breeding passage as their knots expanded, locking them in place. The omega would then use their inner walls to milk the alpha's knot causing the alpha, in due course, to ejaculate again this time far more copiously directly into the omega's ripe and eager breeding passage.
Dr. Webster glanced up at Mr. Norris's face to find his eyes glazed over. He still gripped the edge of the examination table with a white-knuckled grip and his mouth was slack as he panted in great gasps.
Dr. Webster shook his head, knot drunk already, and on the first knot to be shoved inside his hole too.
Omegas were usually overcome with the intense pleasure of milking like one long continuous orgasm that didn't end until that final rush of seed filling them up.
In this case, the medical phallus was not capable of ejaculation so Dr. Webster knew Mr. Norris would continue to clench down around the false knot filling his hole until his muscles gave out.
All there was left for Dr. Webster to do was sit back and watch.
He admired the flex of Mr. Norris's muscular buttocks, the way his thighs tensed and shook, the pulsing of that tight, little hole.
Soon enough it would go deliciously slack and spent and he'd be able to slide the phallus out with no trouble at all.
Next week he'd introduce a phallus with a bigger knot and a bigger one the week after that.
Dr. Webster didn't think it would take long to train young Mr. Norris's greedy, little hole to become expert at milking even the biggest knot nor for him to build up a taste for the intense pleasure that accompanied it.
He grasped the end of the phallus again, thrusting it forward firmly and watching Mr. Norris's head fall back, toes curling and back arching in response.
Delicious.
An oh so amiable and accommodating young man like Mr. Norris was going to make some alpha lord quite happy indeed one day.