Timothy

Celia Clarke watched as Cynthia extracted her fingers from the boy’s bottom and Jenny Althorpe took a delicate hold of her son’s penis. She felt a thrill run through her body, catching her by surprise as she watched the boy shiver from head to foot at the touch of his mother’s fingers upon his timid flesh.

 

She noticed that Jenny Althorpe, although handling her son quite intimately, did not seem to be deriving any sexual pleasure from the encounter. Far more interesting to Celia, was the boy’s absolute timidness and acquiescence, especially after his sound spanking.

 

She watched as he was made to bend over the stool and his mother was supplied with a rubber glove. She could not help standing up from her seat to get an unobstructed view as the nurses held the boy firmly while Lucy Ashcroft guided Jenny Althorpe’s hand so that she could easily penetrate her son’s bottom, instructing her as to where to feel for his prostate.

 

Celia knew that she sooner or later she would have the boy at her mercy to examine and extract his semen as and when she pleased. However her own impatience surprised her… she knew that she just could not wait to get her hands on this perfect specimen of a boy.

 

She watched avidly as the blushing young boy was returned to a standing position and made to face the semi-circle of chairs. It puzzled Celia when Dr. Ashcroft moved her own chair back in line with the rest and seated herself between Vicki Grant and Jenny Althorpe. Suddenly Celia felt a thrill run through her body as the young doctor spoke directly to her.

 

“Nurse Clarke, as you will be looking after Timothy’s medical welfare while he is at school, I wonder if you would extract his semen, so that Mrs. Althorpe can get an idea of the amount he is producing. Cynthia will stimulate his prostate and I am sure that Mrs. Grant will collect the sample for you, so that you don’t have to hold the container.”

 

Celia could not believe her ears. ‘So’, she thought, ‘the boy is to be made to stand in front of his mother while he is forced to ejaculate’. She could not help looking up at him; his eyes were shut tight, his face an absolute picture of distress. His cheeks were almost purple with embarrassment and his bottom lip trembled so much that it almost looked comical. Celia continued her inspection of his naked form, noting that his chest was heaving irregularly above his slim waist. She let her eyes travel down to his genitals, smiling to herself as she saw that his penis had become almost flaccid as it hung down over his bulging testicles.

 

She did not get up immediately, instead she acknowledged Dr. Ashcroft before turning her head back to the boy. She knew that sooner or later he would open his eyes to look at her. She smiled professionally, her beautiful features and perfect teeth masking the elation she felt as Timothy reluctantly looked at her, his face suddenly blushing to a profuse and angry flush of redness. The deep patches of crimson enveloped his anguished countenance and relayed to everyone his utter embarrassment and humiliation.

 

Celia held his gaze as she got up from her chair and moved towards him. His eyes suddenly turning towards his mother in utter shame as she approached his trembling form.

 

Tina and Penny held him firmly as Celia saw Cynthia begin to re-coat her fingers with a liberal amount of lubricating gel.

 

The boy suddenly shivered as again Cynthia sat down behind him and nonchalantly slipped her fingers between the cheeks of his bottom. He bit his lip as the beautiful young school nurse placed her hand between his legs and casually cupped his bulging scrotum. Celia was careful to position her body slightly to the side so that his mother had an unobstructed view of his young body. She gently pulled his scrotum forward and nonchalantly took hold of the tip of his penis. Timothy shivered uncontrollably as he felt the school nurse’s cool fingers envelop his scrotum and then the tip of his penis being held firmly and lifted up and away from between his legs.

 

Timothy blushed once more as the nurse looked at him knowingly as she slipped his foreskin back along the shaft of his penis, the coolness of her hands accented every nuance of her touch. His utter distress delighted Celia, she had been surprised that Dr. Ashcroft had given her the task of extracting the boy’s semen; but she was determined to take full advantage of the situation. She looked over his shoulder at the young nurse who was sat patiently with her hands already lubricated.

 

Celia looked at Timothy’s face, noting the trembling lips and anguished expression on his face as she spoke to him. Her voice was deliberately nonchalant, as if her treatment of the boy was nothing more than her regular routine.

 

Celia was surprised at the calmness of her own voice as she looked at the almost mischievous expression on the nurse’s face.

 

 “Now just bend forward slightly Timothy… there that’s the way… a little more now… so that the nurse can part your buttocks and slip her finger up into your little bottom.”

 

Her words had the desired effect upon the trembling young boy. His distress suddenly accelerated by the humiliating feeling of having the cheeks of his bottom parted, swiftly followed by a firm pressure against his sphincter.

 

“Oooohhh arggghh.” He moaned as his bottom was expertly penetrated and a slender finger was pushed firmly up through his sphincter. He had no time to recover as he suddenly felt a second finger stretch his sphincter wide and slide up into his young bottom.

 

“Oh… oh…” His protestation was cut short as Celia nonchalantly took a firmer hold of his penis and stretched the foreskin tight as her cool fingers pulled the skin back down the shaft. She nodded to Cynthia as she curled the fingers of her left hand tightly around his scrotum and slipped the fingers of her right hand sensuously over the exposed head of his penis. Celia ignored the jerking of his hips as she realised that Cynthia’s fingers had quickly and expertly located the boy’s prostate gland. Cynthia was aware that there would now be no constraint to the amount of stimulation she could apply inside the young boy’s bottom.

 

Celia was far more skilled in stimulating the genitals of young boy’s than anyone could have imagined. There had been only a few boys at the school that had interested her. She had been careful to make sure that their arousal during her examination of them had seemed entirely their own fault.

 

She had chided them and made them feel so ashamed and humiliated, that she was quite sure that they would keep their embarrassing and guilty secret entirely to themselves.

 

It had completely surprised her when she had first started nursing, that she seemed to know exactly where and how to touch a young male to elicit the maximum sexual response. It had also come as an overwhelming realisation that she was entirely sexually fulfilled when subjecting young males to sexual stimulation. The thrill of having complete control over their naked bodies and being able to subject them to the most embarrassing and humiliating positions, delighted her more than she could ever have contemplated. Her clever use of words of authority to completely and utterly shame her young male patients, thrilled her just as completely as they humiliated the unfortunate subject.

 

“Do try and keep still Timothy, what must your mother think of you, squirming about like a naughty child?”

 

Timothy’s shame was so overwhelming that he trembled and shook. The slender fingers of the school nurse allowed him no respite from the expert sexual stimulation to his genitals. He could feel his penis throb uncontrollably, knowing that his shameful arousal was in full view of his mother.

 

The nurse continued to skilfully arouse his tender flesh. Her deft touch and expert knowledge of the most sensitive areas of his body allowed her to completely control his emotions. Occasionally she would glance over his shoulder at the young nurse who was seated behind him and casually instruct her to further inflame his timid and reluctant sexual arousal.

 

“If you would curl your finger upwards for a moment…”   a little firmer if you would dear… ah… yes that seems to be doing the trick… and now if you prod the gland… ah yes that’s the way!”

 

Her voice was always calm and measured… and yet her fingers busied themselves over the boy’s penis and scrotum, allowing him no respite from her relentless and expert stimulation of his young flesh. Her slender hands seemed to seek out every nuance of emotion from her ministrations, inexorably forcing his tender young flesh to reluctantly respond.

 

The shame that Timothy felt was beyond anything he could have imagined. Even within his experiences of the last week, nothing had prepared him for this.

 

To be made to ejaculate! Not just in response to the ministrations of one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen… but in full view of his mother. He could not have articulated his feelings, but hidden deep down within him was the knowledge that not only would his mother witness the emission of semen from his penis, but that she would observe his deepest sexual emotion. He shivered, his body trembling violently from head to toe, as the horror of his situation enveloped and saturated his thoughts.

 

Celia deftly and expertly manipulated the swollen flesh of his penis. Without one thought to his modesty she scored her fingernail across the opening of the urethra, feeling his body shiver uncontrollable as she stretched the foreskin back tightly so the opening was further exposed. Her words shamed him as she addressed his mother, her smile bright and her voice matter of fact.

 

“You can see how easily he can be aroused, little boys have no control over their emotions. He will ejaculate quite soon…” Celia looked at the boy’s mother as she leaned forward and gazed intently at his penis.

 

“Ah I see Mrs. Grant is ready with the specimen jar…”

 

 Vicki smiled at the pretty young school nurse as she stood at the other side of the boy so that Jenny Althorpe would have an unobstructed view of the manipulation to the boy’s genitalia.

 

Cynthia was thrusting firmly, her fingers deep inside the young boy’s bottom. She could feel the sphincter suddenly tighten as she stabbed at the sensitive mound of his prostate gland. She slapped his bottom cheeks with her free hand as his sphincter suddenly constricted in a reluctant spasm. The slap alerted Mrs. Grant who held the container against the tip of his penis. Celia seemingly ignored the boy’s distress as she quickened her fingers over his penis and at the same time squeezed his scrotum firmly.

 

Jenny Althorpe could not help looking up at her young son’s face, seeing his contorted expression as the first jet of semen erupted from the tip of his penis. His cry of orgasmic distress filled the room as he ejaculated.

 

“Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhh… ooooooooooooooooOOOOHHH.” He could not contain his emotion, or the trembling of his limbs, as he was deftly and expertly milked to a thorough ejaculation by the two young nurses.

 

His sexual torment seemed to go on forever as the pretty young nurses, seemingly oblivious to his distress, manipulated his flesh with consummate skill. Every nuance of sexual stimulation was applied to his thrusting penis and bulging testicles, his bottom penetrated deeply and effectively as he ejaculated helplessly and shamefully into the specimen jar.

 

Mrs. Grant could not help addressing the boy, deliberately adding to his shame as she spoke softly as if he were a young child. “There, what a good boy you are… let me have a nice big sample now… there that’s the way…”

 

Two fingers deliberately jabbed deep into his bottom, forcing his hips forward as a series of slaps were applied to his buttocks. His ejaculation seemed endless, even as he thought that he could ejaculate no more, fingers would firmly prod deep inside his bottom and his testicles would be squeezed, forcing his penis to produce further tormented emissions of semen.

 

They held him in the throes of anguish and ecstasy, allowing his shivering body no respite.

 

“Argggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” He wailed as his anguish prompted him to cry out in distress. He could see his mother through the tears that had welled up in his eyes. Her expression appeared cool and clinical as to his absolute shame, another jet of semen was cruelly extracted from him.

 

He shivered as a further three loud slaps were applied to the quivering cheeks of his bottom and he was forced, shivering and trembling, to a last tormented emission of semen. The cool hands of the nurse squeezed his scrotum hard as the fingers of her other hand milked the entire length of his penis, drawing out the remaining few globules of semen.

 

Celia’s voice was calm and nonchalant as she addressed the boy’s mother. “As you can see the slaps to his bottom draw the blood to the required area, allowing one to extract the maximum semen at any one session. You will be able to milk him quite effectively with the help of one, or ideally two nurses.”

 

Timothy nearly fainted away as he heard the nurse’s words. Surely his mother would not be extracting his semen. The very thought sent shivers through his spine. His face blushed so profusely that his cheeks were blotched in shades of deep purple, such was the depth of his shame.

 

It was Dr. Ashcroft who spoke as Cynthia withdrew her fingers from Timothy’s bottom and the young school nurse nonchalantly allowed his swollen penis to hang down between his widely spread legs. She took the specimen jar from Mrs. Grant and held it towards Mrs. Althorpe.

 

“You can see just how much semen he is producing. It is most unusual in a boy of his age.

 

Timothy’s mouth was agape with silent indignation as he observed his mother examining the test tube. He shivered as the nurses placed his arms to his sides. One of the nurses bent forward and deftly slapped a steaming hot towel to his genitals. She did not seem the least concerned at his protestations as she roughly wiped the towel around his genitals. He gasped as she took his penis in her hand and retracted the foreskin before applying the rough towelling to the tender flesh beneath the glans.

 

 

*

 

 

 

 

Further indignities had been heaped upon Timothy during that afternoon. To his utter shame, his mother had witnessed the second extraction of semen which had been carried out with him laid out on the examination couch. His legs had been fastened into the leather clad chromium hoops of the stirrups. His bottom had been thoroughly penetrated by Doctor Ashcroft, while Cynthia had expertly manipulated the sensitive flesh of his young penis. He had turned his head into the pillow in utter shame as he was forced to a second humiliating and shameful ejaculation. Each time he thought of the events of the afternoon, he blushed, even though he was now alone in the small single bed dormitory ward of the medical centre.

 

He had been laid upon the bed by the two nurses who in turn had been supervised by the petite medical assistant. His naked body had been covered by a single sheet and two blankets. They had positioned his hands so that his head was resting on his palms. The sheet and blanket had been pulled up under his arms and tucked in under the mattress. He had not been able to avoid shedding a tear of self pity as Cynthia had leaned over him and kissed him tenderly on his burning cheek. “There now, just try and get some rest… someone will be in later to bring you your supper.”

 

Timothy must have dozed off almost immediately after his supper; the traumas of the day had caused him physical as well as emotional fatigue. Now as he opened his eyes sleepily, he saw that the room was in semi-darkness apart from a ceiling light that bathed the bed in a gentle light. He turned his head to the side, noting that his tray had been removed. He could hardly recall eating his supper but remembered that the nurse who had brought it into the small private ward had been a jolly girl. Although she was extremely pretty, like all the staff at the clinic, she had joked with him and put him at his ease. Perhaps it was also the fact that she had not been involved with his treatment and that his body was fully covered that had lifted his spirits.

 

He looked around the ward, noting for the first time the various instrument trolleys covered with surgical sheets. The trolleys had been pushed against the far wall leaving space around his bed. The bed itself was a very modern piece of apparatus, with electric motors for adjusting, height, back and head rest and side rails. He did not see the stirrups which were incorporated into the side of the bed and were tucked away out of sight. He looked across at the huge chromium plated machine which stood against the wall. It reached from floor to ceiling, looking very complex with its many dials and knobs. Several tubes hung down from the machine in loops, the ends of these passing back into the machine through hatches and deep apertures. He could detect a slight hum coming from the apparatus but had no idea what its purpose was, supposing wrongly that it was some kind of resuscitator.

 

Timothy turned his head towards the door as he heard the handle turn and saw a beam of light appear as it opened quietly. He could see a silhouetted figure approach the bed and suddenly recognized the nurse that had brought his supper earlier that evening. She was carrying a tray with a cup and saucer placed upon it.

 

“Hello Sunshine… I didn’t know whether you would still be asleep. I suppose you must have had a busy day. I brought you a cup of sweet tea in case you were awake. I always like to drink tea when I wake up… just let me put the tray down and then I will raise the back rest so you can sit up a bit.”

 

Timothy watched her, noting her trim figure and pretty face as she placed the tray on the bedside cabinet and fiddled with the control panel of the bed which was on a short lead which extended from the bed head. A whirring sound accompanied the raising of the bed head and Timothy felt his upper body being raised to a semi-sitting position. He continued watching the young nurse as she fetched a chair from the far side of the room and brought it to his bedside. She handed him his tea before sitting down facing him as he brought the cup to his lips.

 

The sweetened tea was hot and he sipped it gently. Timothy was able to observe the nurse as he sipped his tea. Her face was unusually pretty. She was one of those girls in a million who were blessed with perfect skin and bone structure. She had no need of face make-up; her skin was an impossibly clear and smooth complexion. Her lips were a natural pale pink with a dimple at each corner of her mouth accenting the perfect symmetry of their shape.  Her eyes, which were of an almost translucent green, seemed to dance with light as she looked at him. She bore an air of innocence and purity that put the boy instantly at ease. Timothy could not help returning her genuine smile as she leaned her elbow against the bed.

 

Her uniform was a fitted tunic made of fine white cotton. Her breasts were full and firm beneath the smooth cloth, the nipples occasionally outlining themselves against the fine gleaming white material as she leaned forward. A dark blue belt was fastened tightly around her tunic amplifying the impossible narrowness of her waist. She glanced down at her knees as she saw the boy’s eyes wander to the hem of her skirt, which had risen to mid-thigh as she sat beside the bed.

 

 

 

“I didn’t introduce myself; my name is Helen… that is I suppose I should say… Staff Nurse Dowling.” She placed her finger and thumb against the badge that she wore above her left breast and turned it towards him so that he could read it.

 

“You can call me Helen, or Nurse Dowling or just Nurse if you would prefer. Are you comfortable… would you like me to remake your bed?”

 

Timothy shook his head hastily. “Oh no miss… I mean nurse… I am very comfortable thank you.

 

The nurse smiled widely, her lips revealing perfectly even white teeth as she looked at him. “Well you certainly are polite. Look I have got half an hour or so, I can stay and talk if you would like me to. It must be pretty boring just laid in bed.”

 

“Oh yes… I mean if you would.” Timothy almost stammered his reply as the nurse made a funny face and smiled at him with an even wider smile.

 

“Well you can start by telling me about yourself… I bet you like sport!”

 

It was Timothy’s turn to smile as he shrugged his shoulders and nodded. “I do I like ball sports, but my favourite sport is athletics.

 

The nurse smiled at him and laughed gently. “I knew you were going to be good company… so we don’t have to talk entirely about football!”

 

Timothy laughed, suddenly feeling completely at ease as the nurse gently prompted him about his interest in athletics.

 

“So tell me, at which event do you think you are best… and then you can tell me all about your triumphs… I bet you like winning… am I right?”

 

Timothy had warmed completely to the young nurse. Immediately he began to tell her about his best events, becoming completely absorbed in the subject as she skilfully prompted him with questions that had him talking incessantly. Soon he had forgotten his traumatic day; instead he conversed earnestly with the young nurse, sometimes completely surprised by her knowledge of athletics. He did not notice her casually look at the watch which hung upside down from a neat ribbon above the badge on her tunic. She listened to him intently as she noted that almost an hour had passed since she first came into the room.

 

She had noticed his progress from initial apprehension to an easy and forthright manner as she conversed with him. She had made sure that she did not talk down to him or appear condescending. As his confidence grew she had been able to observe him without his noticing her interest.

 

The sheet and blankets were still wrapped around him tightly and the athleticism of his form was clearly outlined. She had noted the neatness and perfect arrangement of his facial features and had also realised that he was quite bright and occasionally quick witted, especially when he had made a joke at his own expense while discussing a race he had lost far too easily. She knew that her looks and demeanour had helped the boy to become almost natural and at ease in her presence.

 

Suddenly the room became bathed in bright light as door opened. Cynthia and Susie Jenkins entered the now brightly lit ward. They were both dressed in smart white cotton medical tunics which were cut to just above the knee. Helen Dowling did not need a second glass to know that they were wearing very little beneath the fine cotton of their tunics. Their lightly tanned legs were bare and both girls wore petite sandals which consisted merely of a sole for the foot with criss-crossed ties that ended in a bow at mid-calf. Helen guessed that they had studied their appearance carefully before entering the small ward. Helen looked at Timothy and saw the merest blush on his young cheeks as he eyed the two girls warily.

 

It was Cynthia who spoke first as both girls came to a halt at the opposite side of the bed to Helen.

 

“Ah Nurse Dowling I am pleased you are still here, would you please put Timothy in the stirrups. I would like his legs spread as wide as possible please. After that I would be grateful if you would lubricate his bottom… there is a suitable syringe in the refrigerated drawer of the bedside cabinet. I need a thorough lubrication of his sphincter and anus as we will be using the irrigator… the nozzle is rather wider than we normally use on little boys.”

 

Timothy looked at the Nurse Dowling in horror. His embarrassment could not have acute than it was at this moment. The young nurse did not seem at all perturbed by what she had been asked to do. Her expression was cool and appraising as she looked into his face. It was suddenly all too much for Timothy, his face began to redden with a deep and burning blush. He turned his head to the pillow, conscious of her movements as she stood up. In utter shame he tried to force his face further into the pillow as he felt her lower the head rest and then bend over him as she released catches at either side of the headrest, allowing it to lay flat, extending the top of the bed by a further two feet. He shivered as she lowered the covers down to his waist and took his wrists. He could not help himself as he quickly glanced at her face as she raised his arms and laid them out above his head. “Now just keep your hands where I have placed them Timothy.” Both Susie and Cynthia Jenkins watched with amusement at the agonising embarrassment of the young boy

 

“Look at me,” Nurse Dowling said softly as she placed her hand under his chin and turned his head towards her. “There that’s better I can see you when I talk to you now.” Nonchalantly she took the covers and without a moments hesitation stripped them down to the foot of the bed, revealing his naked body to the strong overhead lights.

 

Timothy groaned as he felt the cool air accented his embarrassing nakedness. He watched as the nurse brought up the stirrup from the side of the bed. Hearing it click into place before watching her move to the other side and elevating the other stirrup. He closed his eyes in shame as he felt her cool hands slip beneath his calf muscle. Gently she raised his left leg until it was placed in the soft leather of the stirrup. He felt absolutely naked and humiliated as she returned to the other side off the bed and gently raised his other leg until she could place it into the stirrup. He looked away in shame only to see the other two nurses looking down at his naked body. He blushed again, his face going from bright red to a deep purple hue as the two young nurses openly admired his naked body.

 

“Don’t be alarmed if you hear a whirring sound Timothy. I am just going to adjust each stirrup, so that your legs are nice and wide, then I will be able to get at your little bottom.”

 

He gasped as she took hold of the wired control unit and pressed several switches. The nurse’s lips were pursed in concentration as she watched the stirrups widening until his legs were stretched widely apart. He could feel his penis and testicles hang down from between his legs as she continued to widen and raise the stirrups, raising his bottom completely up from the surface of the bed.

 

“O’ooooh,” Timothy groaned as he felt his legs stretched even further apart. Nurse Dowling did not seem at all concerned with his embarrassment or his discomfort as she let go of the control unit and took a wedge shaped pillow from beneath the bed and placed it under his buttocks.

 

“There now, does that feel alright, the wedge should support your back… your legs are not straining are they?”

 

Timothy could only murmur and incoherent reply as the nurse bent over the bedside cabinet which contained a cooled section. She stood up watching his face as she held out a large blue plastic syringe.

 

“Now I am just going to lubricate your bottom, so try not to fidget.” Timothy watched in absolute horror as the nurse moved to the side of the room and wheeled an instrument trolley to the side of the bed. She laid the syringe down and proceeded to don surgical gloves. She could see the boy watching her warily as she snapped the wrists of the gloves as she smoothed them over her hands.

 

It was if Timothy was in a trance he could not seem to take his eyes off the nurse as he watched her take the syringe out of the wrapper. He knew without doubt that the syringe was even larger than the one he had experienced earlier in the day. The egg-shaped end looked as if it would be impossible to fit into his bottom and yet he knew that this was what was going to happen.

 

“Now the trick is to relax and let me do all the work, do you think you can do that for me sweetie? Now I am just going to detach the end of the bed and then you can show me what a brave boy you are going to be.”

 

He looked across at the other nurses as if asking them for help. Instead he saw amusement on their faces as Nurse Dowling moved down to the end of the bed and slid open the catches. She pulled the end section and wheeled it out of the way satisfied that Timothy’s raised buttocks were now overhanging the end of the bed. She moved away as Timothy watched her movements in absolute horror. She retuned to the trolley and once more picked up the oversized syringe. It was a mixture of morbid curiosity and fear that compelled Timothy to watch as she depressed the plunger until beads of clear jell emerged from the multiple holes of the egg-shaped nozzle.

 

He could not help the shudder of trepidation that coursed through his body as she moved to stand between his widely spread legs.

 

“Right sweetheart, I will just loosen you up with my fingers… so just relax and you will be fine.” He still could not help watching her as she depressed the plunger, allowing clear jell to run over her fingers. To His dismay she smeared the lubricant over the entire length of the two forefingers of her right hand.

 

Helen Dowling looked at the boy’s naked body, her clinical gaze admiring and noting every inch of him. She was absolutely delighted at having such a beautiful boy entirely at her mercy. She laid the syringe down on the end of the bed and looked him straight in the eye before turning her attention to his genitals. She noted that his penis was plump but showed no sign of an erection. His swollen testicles were tight in their sac, the young skin bulging with the swollen orbs. His penis lay over his testicles the tip pointing downwards between his widely spread legs.

 

She made sure that she had his full attention before she reached forward and delicately took hold of the tip of his penis between her finger and thumb. She watched his face noting the sheer embarrassment and torment in his expression as she made her first intimate contact. She saw him flinch, his abject dismay causing him to groan as she gently lifted his penis away from his testicles and laid it gently upon his stomach so that the tip was pointing upwards towards his head. She looked at him, her beautifully angelic face showing mock surprise as he shivered before her in utter embarrassment.

 

Nonchalantly she lifted his testicles with her left hand and placed her lubricated fingers between the trembling cheeks of his bottom. Her excitement knew no bounds as she touched his flesh.

 

“Oooohhh…. Arrggghh… nurse.” He moaned involuntarily as her felt the first touch of her fingers and the cold gel of the lubricant. She did not heed him as she began to probe the sensitive flesh of his sphincter. “Ooops there we are…” He suddenly felt a finger tip slip through his sphincter. This was quickly followed by an intense pressure as a second finger was expertly introduced through the sensitive ring of his sphincter.

 

Timothy was in utter torment as he felt his sphincter being explored and probed by the young nurse. Her sweet and innocent face belied the utter humiliation that she was subjecting him to. Just ten minutes before, she had made him feel grown up and at ease. Had he suspected that she would be subjecting him to such humiliating treatment, he would have died with shame. As he looked at her through his mist of shame, it seemed almost incredible to Timothy that such an innocent looking girl had nonchalantly touched his penis and testicles and then proceeded to probe his bottom with such an apparently carefree attitude. He felt a tear of shame run down his cheek as her fingers probed deeper into his bottom.

 

“Arggghhhh.” He groaned and lifted his bottom from the wedge shaped support as her fingers suddenly located his prostate. He moaned in shame as suddenly he felt his penis engorge as her finger tips roamed over the very core of his sexual organs. “Oooohhhhhhhhhh… er misss.” He hissed as expertly she expertly sank the entire length of her two fingers up into his bottom. She began thrusting and scissoring her fingers, the tips roaming freely over the sensitive surface of his prostate glands. He turned his head into the pillow as his penis began to engorge. He could feel the telltale signs of his penis erecting, the tip suddenly raising from his tummy and pulsing with involuntary spasms.

 

His embarrassment was complete as she spoke to him. “Oh Timothy, look your penis is getting stiff. I suppose little boys just have no control over their emotions.