:: Uh-uh.
<<defM +5>><<Masc -5>>"I'd really rather not, [[Mr. Anderson]]," [[you|You]] say nervously, now intensely aware of your small size and vulnerability.  Mr. Anderson begins walking over to a bookshelf behind you.

"Don't be silly, Parker," [[Belinda]] says impatiently as she walks in front of the desk to get the lubricating jelly for her father.  "If Daddy wanted to fuck you, you'd already be begging him for it.  He just wants to examine you."

"That's enough, Belinda," Mr. Anderson says, coming back with a rubber glove which he snaps onto his right hand.  "She is right that my interest is purely clinical, though.  I don't plan to hurt you or take advantage of you.  Now, if you would please bend over the desk."

You bend over the desk, still quite nervous.  Mr. Anderson spreads your ass cheeks and you can feel him slowly pushing a big, beefy, lubricated, rubber-encased finger past your sphincter and into your bowels.  He starts gently thrusting into you, making you moan like a slut in heat and you can't help but start rubbing your stubbornly erect penis against his desk.  Your cheeks burn with shame at your unmanly behavior.  Damn it, you think, I'm not gay and I'm not a girl.  Why am I reacting this way?

He pulls his finger out and removes the glove, discarding it in the trash.  "Your prostate is still quite sensitive.  That's fairly unusual at this stage.  I don't think it's anything to worry about, but I'm going to have to check my past files and see what I can learn.  Thank you, Parker, you can get dressed now."

[[Get dressed.]]