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Physical Therapy

By BunnyBoy

This story and the characters in it are copyrighted to BunnyBoy.

Warning the story contains sexual encounters of a nonconcessional nature between an adult male and a male cub. So if your too young or easily offended please go no further. Thank you for reading and please enjoy

The worried young mother mouse looks around the waiting room, as her son plays with the toys provided by the doctor. She doesn't know if she's doing the right thing but recently Bobby was just such a handful. She just couldn't keep him out of trouble, at home or school it didn't seem to matter, the boy was just so wild. Her husband thought he was just acting out and some of her friends figured it was because she coddled the child but one of her best girlfriends told her of this doctor. She claimed he could work miracles, that he'd been able to straighten her own son out in just a few weeks.

Mary looked across the room at the frosted glass door. She stared at the backward-painted lettering that spelled out "Dr. Samuel Ruttgudder; Therapist Specializing in Troubled Boys." She hoped and prayed the doctor could help her son.

The effete male secretary behind the desk smiled at her as he looked over the paper work. He was scanning the pages with a practiced eye, making sure that all the correct clauses were signed or initialed. He grins happily, no one ever notices the clever little clauses the good Dr. slips in here and there. Once he's sure everything is in order, he pushes a button letting the Lion know his next patient was all ready for him.

Reggie stands and walks over to the mother. "Ma'am" he says quietly. "Dr. Ruttgudder is ready to see young Bobby now. It'll be about an hour and it's rather boring in here, if you have any errands to perform now might be the time to do them." The slim greyhound takes the little white mouse's paw and ushers him from his worried mother and into the doctor's office. The thin effeminate dog smiles as he hands the sheaf of paperwork to the older lion.

Ruttgudder smiles at Reggie. He trusts the dog implicitly, he knows that he wouldn't let a lad in to see him without the proper parental permissions. The Forty something lion sits in an expensive leather chair, as he flips through the sheaf of papers. He's a ruggedly handsome man, as Reggie has told him on several occasions, well built with a broad frame. He's dressed well in a pair of black slacks and a white shirt under a green vest. A fine walnut pipe sits on his desk. The man's mane is thick and full but streaked with gray, which seems to only heighten his looks, his vivid eyes framed by wire-rimmed spectacles.

He motions for Bobby to sit on the couch. It's a stereotypical piece of furniture he knows but it has its uses. The secretary winks at the big doctor as he leaves, closing the door behind him. He chuckles as he flips through the pages, another referral sometimes it's almost too easy. Sam knew he should feel guilty but it was so hard to find the time to feel much of anything as the gullible parents kept his schedule book crammed to the hilt. There was nothing wrong with the boy in front of him, if anything the fault lies with the parents and the lad was simply a symptom of the age. Left for the most part with a television or video games to baby sit him; pumped full of sugar, caffeine and other chemicals, saturated by information with little or no controls in place. It's no wonder the parents who spent precious little time with him couldn't control the young mouse. So they mused he must have a problem and they sent him to me. It was rare these days for Dr. Sam to see a cub with a real mental problem, most were simply like this lad floundering in a sea of impulses. Samuel had a reputation of being somewhat of a miracle worker with these cases. Other doctors, many of whom would simply throw pills at the problem, wonder what the secrets of his techniques were. Sam on the other hand laughed at them behind their back, ranking their own gullibility with those poor deluded parents who sent their children to him to be "fixed". It's a wonder that with all those so-called great minds focused on deciphering his work, no one ever seemed to notice the simplest of puns in his work title that would lead them to the great secret of his success.

The Doctor smiles at the boy. "Well now, it says here your mother is concerned at your recent behavior Bobby." The big cat almost purrs. The sound of that deep rumbling, raising some sliver of racial memory in the mouse making him squirm uneasily. "She says you've been causing trouble at school, acting out, being defiant and basically being something of a brat." Bobby frowns and screws up his mouth to speak but Sam has been watching him. The old Lion's been at this game for a long time and has developed a plethora of techniques to reach his goals. He's already decided on the way a boy of Bobby's temperament would best respond. Before the mouse can speak, in a cool even commanding voice he simply says. "Keep that fucking mouth shut boy." The Mouse's mouth hangs open as shock rolls across his face. Inwardly Sam grins, he'd been right. The boy's acts of rebellion, needed to be countered with domination and leadership. He needed to be reigned in, to know there was a strong authority figure watching over him. "You are here to learn boy, you will learn to behave, you will listen to your parents you, will stay out of trouble and you will do as you are told. Do you understand?" The boy looks stunned and for a second he does nothing. "I said do you understand, BOY?!" Roars the doctor.

Bobby snaps from his shock and nods. "Yes sir."

"Good, now I want you to stand right there." The doctor points to a spot in the center of the room and the mouse quickly scurries over to obey. Sam strolls across the room, taking a seat on the couch and looking over at the boy. "Bobby have you ever been punished?" The little boy nods. "How do your parents punish you?"

Bobby gulps softly, feeling like he's on trial or something. "They usually ground me, take away my cell phone and restrict my TV or Internet privileges." As the mouse finishes lamely, he hears a soft growl from the doctor and wonders what he did wrong.

Again the doctor shakes his head, is it any wonder kids are misbehaving like they are now-a-days. "Have you ever been spanked lad?" The boy shakes his head, to scared to lie even if he knew the right answers. "Well then that's the problem, drop your pants."

Startled, the mouse's eyes go wide. "What?"

The adult purrs softly leaning forward, elbows resting on his knees, fingers steepled before his face as if in prayer. "Your mother brought you here to me. She read the contracts, she knows exactly what I'm doing here and she signed the papers saying I could do it anyway I wanted. So do as I say and strip off those pants!" The last line comes out as a roar and the boy quickly complies. His slacks piled up on the carpet. "The underwear too, lose it." Bobby sniffles softly as he bends over, tugging his white underwear down around his knees. Sam sighs as the boy bends, showing that tight tender untouched pucker.

"Good lad, now here is how it'll work. You've been bad, your mother has said so and you need to be punished. Come over here" The lion motions for the boy to come closer and the shivering little brat does as he's told. Big strong paws grip the boy by the shoulders, bending the boy over his knee. "Truthfully son, this isn't your fault." He brings his palm down hard across the boy's bare ass with a loud thwack. "Really this is your parents fault." He says evenly over the cub's yelps of unfamiliar pain. "See if your parents knew how to properly discipline you and taught you how to behave I wouldn't have to do this." He continues the spanking in careful even strokes. With each swat to that tender young ass, Sam's member gets harder and harder pushing up through his open fly and out through the gap in his boxers. When he stops the lion is panting hard, his cock begging for release as the boy whimpers. Bobby's rump burns bright red, even through the white fur.

Sam leans forward whispering into the cub's ear. "That's how a boy should be disciplined, not removal of privileges or time outs. The pain serves as a reminder to you, so you know what you've done is wrong and not to do it again. But there is a second part to discipline, other than pain." He purrs softly, shifting the cub a bit so that the adults dribbling cock swims into view. "You must also know your place" He pushes the cub's head down, close to his thick throbbing cock. "Lick it"

Bobby looks at the massive length of maleness before him, he whimpers softly looking up at the big lion. He opens his mouth to plead with the man but a strong paw comes down hard on the boy's tender backside. The boy just squeaks at the pain, while the Lions excitement causes a spurt of pre to flip from the head of that ponderous dick and spatter across the boy's nose. The mouse whimpers again but the threat of another spanking spurs him into action. The boy leans, in his delicate little tongue flicking out teasing the base of the big man's cock causing the lion to moan softly. The boy whimpers once again as he feels the doctors big hand on his throbbing behind.

The Lion caresses the lad's tender young rump. "Good lad, very good. Now I want you to open your mouth and suck on it, like a lollipop" Again the boy pauses but before the old man can act, the fear of another swat sends the boy's lips down to meet the dribbling sex. Those lips wrap around the head of the big lions cock as he sighs happily. The boy is learning well, he'll soon be as obedient a little boy as any mother could want. "Well not bad Bobby, not bad at all. But you'll need more practice if you're going to be of any use to anyone." As he talks his big thumb presses under the boy's tail, pushing against that tight little pucker.

The mouse squeaks into the fat cock stuffed into his muzzle as he feels that digit straining against his sphincter. He can feel the muscle fighting off the intruder but the lion isn't to be denied. A single claw tip slides free, the smooth narrow nail slipping past the boy's anal defenses with ease, opening it enough for the fat finger to make it's way inside. Bobby squeals at the pain, it hurts more then the spankings did but soon the pain slips into the background as the man's thumb brushes the cub's button. The boy's whimpers die in a heartbeat and he moans out through his nose.

At his desk in the lobby, Reggie has his pants down around his ankles massaging his cock slowly as he watches the feed from the camera in the doctor's office. He whimpers softly wishing he could have sound out here. His cock isn't nearly as big as the doctors, being long, slender and sleek much like the dog himself. He whimpers again and shudders he can feel his climax building up, the Doctor always said he cums too soon.

The boy starts to grunt and groan softly as the doctor leans down to whisper in his ear. "Now my boy does that feel good?" The mouse just nods. "I thought so not all discipline is painful, it's called the carrot and the stick. If you behave, you see how good it feels to have the carrot but if you're bad the stick will make your bottom black and blue. Now we're almost done with this first session my boy."

He lifts the lad up, pulling Bobby's bobbing muzzle off his dick with a happy sigh. He rolls the boy onto his belly. Purring to himself as he positions himself behind the lad on the couch, his paws roughly grabbing the lads hips and dragging him back towards the doctor's throbbing dick. The boy starts to squirm a bit as he feels the head of the man's member, much bigger then his thumb pressed against that teeny tiny little mouse hole. As the doctor starts his violation of the little mouse, the boy squeals like a bee-stung brat.

Sam crows as he pushes deep into the pained little bum in a single hard thrust. "Ahh yes, you see pain and pleasure can stem from the same source boy."

With a grunt from the lion the mouse's tears slowly start to dry up and his whimpers fade away. The pain of the man's entry is still there but the feeling of that big cock riding roughshod over his tender young prostate seems to be drowning it out. He can't believe this is happening, he's pretty sure this is wrong but he can't seem to stop himself the feeling is too good. He pushes back to meet the man's thrust, it's hesitant at first but soon there's more gusto to the boy's motions as he pushes back harder and harder.

Ruttgudder smiles, from sobbing victim to wanton slut in a little less than ten minutes. It's not his best time but still it's respectable. A paw reaches around and fondles the immature little mouse prick. He strokes softly till he can feel the trembling that would signal the boy's impending orgasm. "Now as I said, the same thing that gives pleasure can cause pain. So..." He lets his voice trail off for a moment before that powerful paw contracts. The grown-up has a death grip on the young lads cock, squeezing it hard even as he rides the boy. The mouse's already tight ass muscles get even tighter as he shrieks out in pain. The Doctor knows it hurts but he also knows it's not enough to cause permanent injury. "Now I will let go and I will let you cum if you swear to be an attentive and obedient little cub from now on. Do you swear?" As he speaks the man continues to rock up into the boy's tight bum, pushing himself hard to reach his own orgasm.

Bobby nods furiously. "Yes sir, yes I will, I promise, I'll be a good boy." As the words spill from that pained little muzzle, the big paw releases him and the boy shudders softly the bliss of his first release heightened by the doctors forced denial. He's not even aware of the thick lion cream flooding his bowels as the man grunts above him.

Sam smiles at him, part of this was to change the boy's behavior but part was also planned to get the boy hooked. The heightened orgasm on one so young is almost narcotic in it's addictive properties. He pulls from the lad's ass with a wet splortch noise and streams of cum spill from the twitching boy's backside

The good doctor straightens himself up once more the picture of poise and composure, even with his now limp cock hanging from his open fly. He smiles and takes a seat at his desk, knowing the boy is still awake as he watches the panting form slumped on the couch. "Now you see how life is lad, I'll schedule another session next week and you will be treated based on how your mother says you are behaving. If you act up you will be punished, humiliated and degraded. If you behave, you will be rewarded with pleasures the likes of which I've only begun to hint at." He picks up his pipe and lights it, gently inhaling the cherry smoke. He takes a deep breath and blows it out over the boy, letting the rich smoke cover the scent of his recent activities

Five minutes later, Sam opens the door and leads the young mouse out into the waiting room to meet his mother. He smiles as they leave, turning to Reggie. "So did you talk to her?"

"Yes Dr. She knows that under the rules of the contract, she's not allowed to ask the boy about any of the sessions and that doing so or expressing doubt in front of the boy could sabotage all your good work." The greyhound smiles up at the lion and winks. "And what good work it was sir."

Sam just chuckles. "Remind you of anyone? Maybe your own first session." He leans down peeking under the reception desk, noticing the rivulets of cum decorating the underside. "Oh I think it did and that really got to you didn't it boy." He grins as Reggie blushes. "You better save some for me, I wouldn't want to think you no longer appreciate working under your own rapist."

"Ohh I've always got plenty for you sir but tonight could you..." once more the gray hound blushes. "Could you spank me, like you did that first time?"

Ruttgudder just nods. "Yes I think I can manage that. In the meantime, no rest for the wicked. Lets get ready for our next session shall we."