Treatment

Walking with about ten other boys, we are led by two of the black clad futas through the halls of the dorm. The monitors that dot the upper walls every few dozen steps still scroll with the same message of leisure time, return to your dorm room. Supposing whatever this "treatment" is can only be done a few people at a time, I press on without further question. Turning into a hallway that lacked any rooms, I look past the futa leading us and see a set of double doors at the end of the corridor. We stop as the leading futa slides some sort of keycard into a machine next to the apparent exit. A small *beep* rings out as the futa grabs the doorhandles and pulls them open with a weighty thunk. The futa behind us ushers our group forward into a nearly identical empty hallway of blank white walls and pristine floors, though it's width implies a larger amount of traffic than that of the boy's dorm. The futa follows through and shuts the heavy doors, taking lead again as we pass through the hall. I rapidly glance around in hopes for any hint as to our destination, or even what sort of building we're in. The only thing I find as we shuffle forward is some blue text on the wall above an arrow that points in our current direction of travel. 'Low priority male medical.' Is this a hospital or something? Is that one of the big buildings next to our dorm? It doesn't take long for us to start passing random locked rooms before the futas stop at our apparent end point. The one leading us knocks at a door, waiting a moment before it clicks open and reveals the room's only occupant. A gorgeous dark skinned woman with plump lips, a big hairdo of tight curls that stop at her shoulders, and a friendly smile looks down at all of us from her 6'2 stature. A white doctor's coat is draped over her shoulders over a form fitting crimson sweater, and I can't help but look longest at the slight bulge in her high waisted jeans.

"Good afternoon my precious boys, thank you for coming." She says with a bright but professional demeanor. It's not like I have too many other options... I think as we all filter in past her.

"Just take a seat in one of those comfy chairs my sweet babies, I'll be with you in a moment." She stays by the open door while we take in our surroundings, exchanging whispered words and documents with the guard futa that escorted us here.

What I find is a moderately sized room that resembles a doctor's office. Metal cabinets and glass chambers are spread across the walls, separated by the occasional countertop with random devices, papers, and a single sink. A number of chairs sit near the center of the room, all facing the same direction. Chairs might be a strange word for them, they appear more as elaborate medical beds that sit upright, or an overly comfortable dentist chair. Nevertheless, we all pick a seat at random and wait for the ladies - futas - at the door to finish. Facing away from the exit, we only hear as the door shuts and heeled shoes click over towards the open space in front of us.

"Welcome to my office my new... students. My name is Doctor Andrea. You can call me Miss Andrea, or mistress, or mommy if you really want to." She giggles lightly as she emphasizes each word, her voice dripping with honey. I can't tell if she's joking or not, making me unsure of how to read her.

"I will be your resident physician during your stay here at futaU. We'll be seeing each other once in a while, though not as much as I'd like," her voice drops again and my heart flutters at the look she gives us, "so when it's not me, it will be some nurses taking care of you. But today is special. It's our first meeting, and I want to get to know each.. and every.. one of you." She let's her words hang in the air before turning to a nearby table and grabbing a tray of assorted medical looking objects.

"We here at futaU take great pride in making sure all our students stay in tip top shape. We noticed a few discrepancies here and there on all of your medical tests from yesterday, so for now, I'm going to make sure all those problems get properly dealt with." She smiles, walking with leveled enthusiasm towards the boy sitting at the end of the row of chairs. That sounds kind of unlikely, right? ALL of us had something wrong with our medical tests?

"Pass the cups down to your neighbor while I get you all set up. Nothing wrong with efficiency, right boys?" She kneels next to the boy at the end, fiddling with something as the boy takes a selection of tiny paper cups and passes them down to the rest of us, stretching out of the chair from the size and distance between us. When they make their way to myself sitting next to the end of the line, I pass one to the boy beside me before getting my own and looking within. All that lies inside is a tiny pink pill rattling around the bottom of the cup.

"Once you get yours, just pop it in your mouth and swallow. No water, sorry, but I know you're all tough boys, aren't you?" She continues, moving now to the next boy in line and fiddling with something next to him as well.

"What is it?" One of the boys asks, eyeing the cup with suspicion.

"It's just a supplement for the things your body is missing, don't you worry. Oh and, I'll remind you you're not encouraged to speak out of turn. But I'm a softie, so you don't have to concern yourselves with punishments. It'll be our little secret." Her hips sway as she talks to the boy who spoke up, seduction dripping off her like syrup. The hidden threat within her words paired with her playful tone crosses the wires in my brain. I assume the feeling is magnitudes worse for the speaking boy who now sits silently as she fiddles with his chair. Looking down one more time at the pill in front of me, I reluctantly toss it back into my mouth and give a hard swallow.

When doctor Andrea arrives at me, she takes an ominously large syringe from the tray she carries and whispers into my ear. "Shhh, it's okay. I'm just drawing a little blood." The warmth of her breath on my ear makes me shudder and I find myself hypnotized by her presence. I try and avert my eyes as she places the needle in my arm with expert hands, yet I can't help but watch as she slowly removes what looks like far too much blood from my body. Removing the syringe now full of my fluids from the needle still plunged through my skin, she reveals a thin tube from beneath my chair and attaches it to the needle, taping the apparatus to my skin and then propping something unseen up behind me. Already the loss of blood has made me feel slightly woozy and my head slumps back onto the headrest of my cushioned seat. As the doctor moves on from me to the final boy, she begins again.

"You're probably wondering what I'm doing. The blood I've removed is for two reasons. One is for comparison testing for later treatments. Two is to increase the effects of the nutrient IV drip I've given you. All this is to make sure you boys are ready for your... lively school careers." I listen to her voice as I watch the slow drip of fluids start to dribble down the raised tube she attached to my arm.

"Now since you all have to wait for the drip to finish, you'll have to sit tight right here in this room. But to help with that, I have something prepared." Andrea walks back to a nearby desk after finishing with the final boy, leaving the syringes and grabbing a selection of small headphones.

"You can put these on. They're nice and comfy, and they will fill your heads with relaxing sounds as you wait out your treatment." Handing a pair to each of us, I take mine and groggily place it on my head. Nothing is playing yet, but already the ambient noise of the room is almost entirely blocked out by the high tech headphones. Doctor Andrea walks towards the door with the filled syringes in hand, stopping before she exits.

"I'll even turn down the lights to help you relax. You just sit tight for mommy now, okay?" She says. I clock again as she refers to herself as mommy, only for the music to start and the lights to dim, bringing me further down into the cushions of the chair I rest in. Fully wrapping the headphones across my ears, a steady, soothing chord of music begins to play. The combination of darkness and wavering tones paired with my growing drowsiness causes my eyes to close automatically. I feel myself sink into the cushions of the chair as the music that fills my head morphs through different droning tones and chords. A slow crawl of warmth spreads through my chest. Before I truly drift off to sleep, it almost sounds like whispers and words are woven in with the music, but I' m unable to make any sense of them in my current state.

Just drift off... listen to your mistress... accept your true nature... your body is for pleasure... your body is for others...

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My eyes flicker open as light suddenly floods the room. It takes me a moment to gather myself, forgetting where I am or what I'm doing. I raise my hand to my face to shield my eyes from the fluorescent lighting, remembering the IV plugged into my arm as it dangles in front of me.

"Did you have a good nap my darlings?" The angelic voice of a woman calls from behind us as her footsteps click across the room. Oh yeah... I was in the doctor's office... with...

"Mistress Andrea...?" My voice crackles as I call out to the voice, grasping for someone to help me gather myself. Wait... mistress...? She's a doctor...

"Yes my sweet boys, I'm here. But unfortunately you have to leave me. It's time for you to go back to your dorms." Andrea gently moves between each one of us, removing the drip from our arms as we gradually return to our senses.

"But before you go, I have a present for you. Well, more like medicine, but all my prescriptions are presents for you boys." Andrea moves to one of the many cabinets along the wall and removes a selection of items wrapped in single use plastic. She continues to speak as she walks back over to us, handing each boy an identical 'present'. I inspect mine as I take it from her hands, seeing a tube, a small empty pouch, a large vial of transparent pink liquid, and some cleaning wipes.

"These are to be used every morning for a whole week without error, lest you be punished by your cruel dorm mistress. When you go to use the toilet, fill the enema bag with the medicine. Squeeze in every drop and hold it in for 1 minute. The medicine will be absorbed and the remaining water will clear you right out!" She says cheerfully. So this stuff goes up my ass every morning...!? Great, another humiliation. At least everyone else has to do it too... I ruminate on this new daily chore as the doctor slowly gestures for us to stand just as the door to the room swings open, revealing another one of the indistinguishable black clothed futas that act as our guards and escorts. Are these women really just guards? Its starting to feel a little like a prison instead of school... With no other options, I follow our escort without complaint as the pleasant doctor calls out a final goodbye.

As quickly as it seemed we arrived in the medical building, I find myself back in the familiar dorm dining hall eating dinner, the day having moved by much faster than I'd guessed. I eat the same meal everyone else is handed out by the automatic trolleys, a big bowl of salad with light dressing. It's not particularly filling or satisfying, but I suppose beggars can't be choosers. I briefly consider returning to that show I was watching before I was brought to doctor Andrea, but instead I linger in the dining room to enjoy the last bit of daylight that shines in through the windows, content to enjoy the more friendly environment despite keeping to myself. I simply watch the other boys that also lingered around, playing card games or chatting with one another about their lives before futaU. By the time darkness had fallen, I was ready to sleep once again. It was strange how unrested I felt considering the long nap I had in the doctor's office. Perhaps something kept me half awake... In any case, I return to my room, undressing from my uniform and placing it atop my dresser just as Delilah's voice rings out over the PA system to do exactly that. Satisfied by my accidental foresight, I tuck myself into my bed and drift off, waiting to see what craziness the next day of school will bring.