Page 4 of Trust No Alpha

“His Burn will be magnificent,” Doctor Poe said.

The piper makes a lonely sound.

His soul is waiting to be found.

I tried to remember the tune.

Dreamers wake, the dance goes round.

My little Alpha claims his ground.

“Kris!” Father’s voice came into my thoughts like a knife.

I opened my eyes. “Yes, Father.” It took all my will power not to clasp my hands in front of me to hide my nakedness.

“The doctor just asked you to lie down. Obey!”

I gulped. “Yes, Father.”

“On your stomach,” commanded Doctor Poe.

Doctor Pokeme.

Yes, that was what was coming next.

As I complied with the doctor’s request, he said to Father, “He has matured faster and more beautifully than all your other sons that I can remember at this age.”

“He has. Thank you. I am so proud.”

“Well,” Doctor Poe continued as I settled on my stomach, “just a few more things to check and I’ll give him his STD vaccine and he can be on his way.”

Yay, I thought without much enthusiasm. Then,Fuck me.

I swore when I came of age I’d never see another doctor again even if I was in pain and dying.

I heard the squirt of the lube.

Waiting was the worst. And Father watching. I couldn’t have been more humiliated.

Cold. It was so cold. And the finger intruding into me was like ice and freezing wind and empty lands. As if I were marooned and exposed to the elements, waiting to die.

I knew it was just an exam. But still—anything could happen.

Anything could go wrong.

And go wrong it did. Very very wrong.

Chapter Two

Kris

The finger inside of me poked and prodded, jamming against my insides like a mean old man.

Wait, Doctor Pokemewasa mean old man.

As he moved his finger inside me, taking his sweet sadistic time, he grunted and hemmed.

Those noises. They were awful. He was already invading me like the enemy breaking through partisan lines, but did he have to make gross sounds as well?