Sounders

A/N: While based on a (mostly outdated) medical procedure, this fic is not all that medically accurate. Creative license and all that.

Also, I promise I'll have the next chapter of Sex and Football out later this week ^_^


Sounders


Isshin turned around just as he heard the door separating his house from his clinic open. He grinned widely, fully expecting to see the angelic face of one of his two equally beautiful daughters. Instead, he saw the scowling face of his only son. Isshin let the grin drop from his face, contemplating whether to send a flying kick Ichigo's way. In the end he decided not to, instead turning back to the clinic drawers, where he had been organizing freshly sterilized tools.

"Geez, way to spoil my morning," he complained. "I thought it was my lovely Yuzu coming to get me for breakfast, and instead I see your face."

"You're such an idiot dad," Ichigo said, and Isshin could see that scowl deepen without even looking. "It's not like I wanted to come here, I. . . have a problem."

"Oh?" Isshin raised an eyebrow and turned back to look at Ichigo. To his surprise, there was a light pink tint to Ichigo's cheeks. Isshin schooled his expression into one of sudden understanding. "Ah, I see, we need to talk about the birds and the bees. You are in the springtime of your youth-"

"A medical problem!"

Isshin really was frowning now. Now that his son's health was the topic of discussion, it was too easy to let the "idiot dad" facade drop and slip into "accomplished doctor" mode. His hand came up to rub against his neck as he looked Ichigo over. The boy seemed healthy enough. Slightly tan skin, rosy cheeks. No visible bruises or broken bones. "What's the problem, Ichigo?"

Ichigo's blush only seemed to intensify.

"You know I'm a doctor, right?" Isshin asked. "There's nothing I haven't seen or heard before."

Ichigo's shoulders, so tense just a moment ago, seemed to relax at the reminder. "I'm having trouble urinating."

"How long?" Isshin asked, though his mind was already supplying possible causes for the symptom.

"About a week now. I have a lot of trouble taking a piss, and when I finally do, it can take me ten or twenty minutes to do it."

"Is there any pain?"

Ichigo shook his head no. He seemed a lot more relaxed talking about this, now that he had gotten it out in the open and his dad wasn't making any stupid remarks about it. "Sometimes I get a dull ache near my groin, but that's basically it."

"Are you sexually active?"

"Dad!" Ichigo exclaimed, looking mortified.

Isshin only shrugged. "It's relevant."

"No, I'm not!"

Isshin nodded and patted the examination table. "Hop on. The first thing I'll need is a blood sample. Go ahead and lock the door if you want some privacy, I might have to examine some other things as well."

Ichigo did so and made his way to the examination table, jumping backwards to sit on the edge of it. The paper covering rustled underneath his ass as he adjusted himself, trying to get comfortable on the hard vinyl. Isshin grabbed onto his arm and looked for a vein before he plunged a needle in, feeling Ichigo's forearm tense just slightly in his fingers.

"Do you think it's anything bad?" Ichigo asked.

Well, Isshin thought, it could be a lot of things. Gonorrhea, cancer, stones. But he'd run the tests first, before he worried Ichigo over it. "It's probably not a big deal. The problem might even go away on its own."

He finished drawing the blood, and set the sample down on the counter. He picked up a clear plastic cup from the counter and turned around to face Ichigo. He looked at Ichigo, then back towards the clinic bathroom, realizing this might not work. . .

"Hmm. I'll need a urine sample."

"Yeah," Ichigo replied, looking more than a little frustrated, "I can't give that to you right now."

Isshin turned around and placed the empty cup back on the counter.

"Dad," Ichigo said, "what if these tests come back negative for everything you're thinking it could be?"

"The next step would probably be to get an ultrasound of the area," Isshin said, trying not to worry his son. "I'm sure we'll figure it out."

"But how long is that going to take? I don't think I can stand pissing only once a day for much longer."

Isshin scratched his head as he thought it over. "When was the last time you were able to pass urine?"

"Yesterday in the afternoon, around two."

Isshin's eyes flickered over to a small, thin drawer that he barely ever opened. He wondered if he should refer Ichigo to the hospital or something. . . but, no, if he was able to do this himself than he should. He was a doctor, and he had taken an oath to help people. That especially included his son, even if this situation was a bit awkward. "I could try stretching your urethra."

Ichigo's eyes widened comically. "Huh?"

Isshin sighed. "There's a good chance it will come to this, anyway, after the tests come back. If you want we can do it now and get it over with."

Ichigo shifted on the examination table, hands subconsciously going to cover his groin. Isshin didn't blame him. It's not like "urethral stretching" would sound like a fun phrase to most men (and women, actually).

"There's also a good chance it will take care of your problem," Isshin said. "Although I'll still want to run those tests even if it does, just in case."

The gears in Ichigo's head seemed to turn for quite a while, before resignation filled his eyes. "I'm a man, I can take it. Let's just get it over with."

Isshin nodded. "Take off your pants and lie down."

Isshin turned and walked over to the drawer. He could hear Ichigo behind him, getting off the table and unbuckling his belt. The idea of his mostly grown son undressing so close to him made him a little uncomfortable, but he brushed it out of his head. He opened the drawer and reached in to pull out a tray of dittel sounds, removing one from its position. It was a long, rigid metal rod, with a nub at one end and a flattened type of handle at the other. Isshin grabbed his surgilube and squeezed some out onto his fingers, then coated the nubby end of the rod with it.

Once he had the instrument prepared, Isshin turned around to see that Ichigo was already laying down on the examination table, his pants off and folded neatly on the counter top. Isshin sat down on his chair and slid over, until he was directly next to Ichigo's cock.

Surprisingly, Isshin couldn't help but admire his son's limp cock. The first thing he noticed was that it seemed healthy enough, pale but with a rosy hue to it. Soft, it hung maybe four or five inches, but it seemed thicker than average. It hung curving to the side slightly, around and over a large, heavy ball sac. It rested against a muscular thigh, and Isshin had to admit that fighting hollows was doing his son's body good.

"I can't believe I have my dick out in front of my dad like this," Ichigo muttered.

"I've seen it before," Isshin said, though he had to admit that he hadn't seen it recently. Not since Ichigo had hit puberty, at any rate. "Besides, I'm a doctor, I see this kind of thing all the time."

Ichigo jumped as Isshin's fingers slid around his cock, and Isshin gave him a little time to get used to the sensation. Then Isshin lifted it up, so that it was perpendicular to Ichigo's body. He took a lubricated finger and smeared some surgilube into the slit at the end of Ichigo's penis, pushing it in as much as possible.

"This is going to feel strange," Isshin warned, although he probably didn't have to. "So bear with it."

Ichigo placed the nub of the sound at Ichigo's urethral meatus. Ichigo's breath caught as Isshin let it go a little, gravity letting about half of the nub fall into his cockhole.

"Breath," Isshin said, "relax."

As soon as he thought Ichigo's breathing was regular again, Isshin continued with the insertion. With one hand on the handle of the sound, Isshin guided the sound into Ichigo's hole, letting it fall bit by bit using its own weight. With his other hand, Isshin gently held Ichigo's soft penis, guiding it up and over the lubricated sound with soft squeezes and strokes. Ichigo was breathing deeply, but he was doing well through the procedure.

"Are you okay?" Isshin asked, pausing to look up at his son. Ichigo only nodded in response.

Ichigo turned back to the task at hand. He estimated that it was roughly two-thirds of the way down Ichigo's cock when he felt the organ grow hard in his hand. He was surprised, but tried not to show it. He looked up at Ichigo. His son was, predictably, a rather bright shade of red.

"Don't be embarrassed," Isshin said. "You're young, it's a perfectly natural reaction. It doesn't mean anything."

Again, Ichigo could only nod. Isshin turned back to the sound. Ichigo's cock was completely hard now, the turgid flesh having spread over a good distance of the sound. The head of Ichigo's cock was swollen and smooth, perfectly defined. The shaft was covered on the side by tiny veins that ran just underneath Ichigo's skin. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Isshin was pleased to note that Ichigo wasn't as large as his old man. He smirked a little as he got back to work.

Isshin kept squeezing Ichigo's cock so that it flowed up onto the sound, while letting the sound fall gently down. Soon he felt it fall against the base of Ichigo's penis. There was an opening there that would lead to Ichigo's bladder, but there was no need to go there right now. If there were any obstructions in the urethra, they would no doubt be clear right now.

Now there came the matter of removing the sound. Isshin started to pull it slowly up, still squeezing Ichigo's cock over it. For some reason, he enjoyed the sight of Ichigo's slit moving up and over the sound. As though it was trying to swallow it. It was cute. Ichigo was making noises now. Not quite pants or grunts. . . Isshin supposed they were closer to moans. Soft, little 'uuuhnn's as the sound was being pulled out of him. Not able to help himself, Isshin tightened his fingers around Ichigo's cock as he squeezed, and pushed the sound back in a centimeter for every two centimeters he pulled it out. Soon he saw the muscles of Ichigo's thighs tighten, and he stroked the head of Ichigo's cock with a greater pace.

"Dad!" Ichigo called, and Isshin quickly pulled the sound all the way out. A stream of thick, white cum flowed out of Ichigo's cock, dripping over the head and down the underside of his penis, and finally pooling over that lovely ball sac. It was followed by another stream, then another, until Ichigo's cock was half-hard and wrung dry.

"Are you okay?" Isshin asked, looking at Ichigo. The teenager seemed fine, wasn't freaking out or anything.

"Yeah," Ichigo breathed out. But then his eyes widened as he grabbed onto his cock. "Bathroom!"

But there wasn't any time to get there. Thinking quickly, Isshin grabbed the plastic cup on the countertop and held it under the tip of Ichigo's penis. Not half a second later golden liquid came streaming out of Ichigo's cock to collect in the cup. Isshin watched his son urinate, his hand massaging the flesh directly above Ichigo's pubic hair to help him along. When Ichigo was done Isshin reached for Ichigo's cock and shook it a few times, watching as those last few drops flung out. Then he stood up, and went to grab the cap for the cup.

"Well," Isshin said, "at least now we don't have to worry about that urine sample."

Ichigo was oddly quiet as he climbed off the table and reached for his pants. After Isshin labelled the cup and turned around, Ichigo was pulling up his zipper and looking at him.

"Dad," he said, "that metal stick thing. . . do you think I can have some?"

Isshin sighed. He supposed it couldn't hurt. Ichigo was a big boy, he could do what he wanted. "They're in that drawer over there. Help yourself."

He watched as Ichigo grabbed a few and then hurried off. Well. . . that had been an eventful morning. Isshin put Ichigo's samples away, washed his hands, and went back to organizing his tools.