Part 4
"Oh dear Timothy, you have been through it haven't you. Just lift your head a
little and take a sip of this." It was Susan's voice that had wakened him from
his reverie. She was standing to his left side, while Gail had gone around the
linen covered examination table and was now looking down at him, her expression
soft and tender.. Timothy looked at Susan, his eyes focussing as she leaned
forward and placed her hand under the back of his head. Gently she lifted him,
her hand sensuously stroking the hairs at the nape of his neck as she proffered
the cool drink to his parched lips. He could not help glance down at his body,
reassuring himself that he was properly covered as he sipped the fresh orange
juice.
"Thank you, er... Susan." Timothy replied as he finished the glass. For some
reason, perhaps it was his vulnerable position, he felt uneasy at calling her
Susan.
During the time he had known both Mrs. Grant and Susan, Timothy had never felt
particularly at ease. Mrs Grant had always praised him for his usefulness and
willingness around the house; this had bolstered his ego and made him feel more
grown up, but her - and her daughters beauty, had still made him feel awkward
and somewhat in awe of them both.
Since the embarrassing and humiliating events of the day, Timothy, unconsciously
perhaps, had felt a shift in their relationship. Laying on the examination couch
as he now was, naked except for the strip of towel that covered his loins, he
felt that Susan was in a much more authoritative position.
Whereas Timothy had always been in awe of Gail, as had most of the other boys in
his school, his embarrassment in her presence now was so acute as that he could
not control the deep blush and tremor that ran through his whole body, each time
he looked at her.
She spoke softly to him and gently placing her hand on his cheek, turning his
head towards her. "Well do you feel any better Timothy? Mrs. Grant says that
your condition would have been quite painful for you, had not the doctor
diagnosed what was wrong with you and emptied your testicles. Would you like me
to have a look and see if they are still swollen?"
Gail thought that the look of anguish on the boy's face was so exquisite that
she felt a thrill run through her body, as she held his head so that he could
not avoid her gaze.
"Ohhh er noooo... er miss." He stammered quickly.
"I am fine er, please... honestly" Gail felt the heat of his cheek against the
palm of her hand as the boy began to tremble visibly, his face becoming mass of
red and purple botches.
"Well if you are sure." She replied coolly. "I wouldn't want to think that any
friend of mine was in pain." Timothy looked at her incredulously. He could not
believe that he could feel so utterly humiliated... and yet there was something
in her words... 'a friend of mine'... that would normally have been music to his
ears, had he not been in such a humiliating position.
Gail leaned over and suddenly kissed him on the cheek. She had applied fresh
makeup and perfume, her beauty and the heady aroma of the Chanel No. 5 perfume
causing the boy to feel even more in awe of her, as she held her face close to
his. Such was his embarrassment that he would have not been able to look at her
had she not been holding his head between both hands.
"My you are a shy boy aren't you? I suppose that it must be quite embarrassing
having a pretty young nurse like Penny holding your penis and testicles and
making you ejaculate,"
Gail watched him closely as she spoke; her words designed to deliberately
subjugate the boy. The blood rushed to his cheeks; his face was a picture of
pure anguish as she looked into his eyes.
Susan turned her head as the young nurse walked back into the room; she smiled
at her, a knowing look upon her pretty face.
Timothy turned his head towards her, little knowing that his further humiliation
was imminent.
"Right young man," Penny said brightly as she stood by the bed next to his hips.
"I think you should be well rested by now."
It was all Timothy could do not to faint with utter horror as Penny nonchalantly
took away the towel that was covering his hips. Before he could protest she had
lifted one of his legs and placed it in the stirrup. Moving quickly around to
the other side of the examination table she carefully lifted his other leg and
placed it in the second stirrup.
"Oooh... er please er.. nurse... not again and er... not with..."
Timothy was absolutely shocked; his protestations unheeded as the young nurse
moved to the end of the table and pushed the stirrups up towards his hips.
Deftly she positioned the apparatus, bending his knees back and parting his
thighs until his legs were splayed wide open and high in the air.
Timothy could not help quickly looking at Gail and Susan who, to his horror,
were both looking down at his shaven and bared genitals.
"Now let's have a look at you." Penny said brightly as she casually placed her
hand between his legs and cupped his testicles in the palm of her hand.
"Er pleeeease... er miss... er not with... I mean... can't I.. er be more."
Both Susan and Gail knew exactly what Timothy must have been feeling. After all,
it was highly unusual for a boy to be seen naked in front of young girls only a
little older than himself.
Penny had ignored his pleading completely, instead taking the soft flesh of his
penis in her other hand; she placed it so that it was lying upwards towards his
naval; the soft flesh already beginning to stiffen at the touch of her cool
fingers.
Timothy trembled with anguish, acutely aware of his nakedness. He could not
control the feeling of utter anguish as the nurse blatantly exposed him to the
gaze of the two young girls.
He turned his head, pressing his face into the pillow, as the nurse casually let
her hand slide in between the cheeks of his bottom. He felt her pry the buttocks
apart, acutely aware of her breath against the inside of his thigh as she leaned
forward to examine his sphincter.
Gail and Susan watched, fascinated by the intimate view of his most personal
parts. Susan could see the boy's distress as he lay with his head turned into
the fabric of the pillow. She knew he was utterly embarrassed, but her thrill at
having his naked body prostrate before her, far outweighed the pity she felt for
him.
Timothy heard, the footsteps of Vickie and Hazel as they returned to the
examination room. He pressed his face further into the pillow as they walked to
stand beside Penny. It was Hazel that spoke first, her words and actions causing
the boy to shudder with anguish.
"Come along Timothy, you can't bury your head in the pillow like that, it will
give you a stiff neck. Stop being such a baby and lay properly." She accompanied
her words with a firm slap to the soft flesh of his rudely exposed bottom
cheeks.
"Now come along... behave yourself." The girls saw that his eyes were glistening
with tears of humiliation as he turned his blushing face towards Hazel.
"There that's better. I know it must seem a bit traumatic for you, so I have
asked the nurse to let your friends stay and hold your hands while she extracts
some more semen from you."
Timothy did not know where to put himself. Having Susan and Gail witness his
utter humiliation was the very last thing he wanted. He was quaking with
embarrassment as both girls looked at him. His body was covered in goose pimples
and his knees were quivering in the stirrups as Penny casually pried open his
buttocks once more and pressed a lubricated finger up against his tightly
constricted sphincter.
"Take a deep breath for me sweetheart." She said, her voice soft and gentle but
at the same time, brooking no nonsense. Timothy gasped aloud, as her finger
pressed against the opening, suddenly sliding upwards in a deft and practiced
manoeuvre "Argggggggghhhhhhhhh. Ooooooooooohhhh." It was a combination of
humiliation and helplessness that caused him to shudder at his intimate
impalement. His body twisting to evade her slender finger as it travelled
upwards inside him.
"Ooops there we are, that wasn't so bad was it sweetie?" Penny's tone and words
adding further humiliation to her unconcerned impalement of his bottom.
"Ooooohhhhhhhhhh....oooooohhh." He cried as Susan and Gail simultaneously took
his hands and held him tight.
Vickie Grant knew that sooner or later that Gail and possibly her daughter would
be getting their hands upon the boy. For that reason she had decided to make her
masturbation of the boy a model demonstration of skill. Rather than just take
hold of his penis, which was already beginning to engorge, she gently let her
fingernails graze up over the skin of the shaft and on to the semi-exposed head.
Skilfully she tapped the burgeoning flesh with her fingers, moving the penis
from side to side, letting it roll on his tummy.
Every so often she would punctuate her actions with a gentle squeeze, causing
the boy to gasp. She knew that the girls were watching her every move as his
penis throbbed upwards, lifting away from his tummy and standing straight up in
the air, unaided by her hands.
She began to pat the erected flesh, letting it wobble from side to side, until
she saw it begin to throb violently of it's own volition. She stood back and
took a tube of lubricant from the shelf; unscrewing the cap she applied a
generous amount of the cool gel to her hands.
Both Susan and Gail watched avidly as Vickie took a firm hold of his penis. She
pulled the foreskin back and held the exposed head upwards. The girls watched,
in absolute fascination as she flattened her other hand and began to slowly move
the palm in a circular motion over the very tip of his penis.
The effect was startling; Timothy began to squirm and move his hips in a violent
gyration, desperately trying to escape the acute sensation being applied to the
tip of his penis.
Casually she stretched the foreskin back as tightly as it would go, seemingly
indifferent to the boy's anguished attempts to escape. Vickie knew exactly the
effect the slow measured circular movement of the palm of her hand would have
against the tip of his penis.
Penny increased the pressure of her finger against his prostate, seemingly
oblivious to the boy's protestations.
"Argggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." He cried as he tossed his head from side
to side.
His movements were to no avail as Vickie held his penis firmly, her grip
increasing as his penis throbbed with even greater vigour. Timothy could not
cope with intensity of the sensations that coursed through his body. It seemed
as if his whole nervous system was stretched tight like a violin string. The
feeling in the tip of his penis was so acute as to be unbearable. It was
tantamount to sensual torture, expertly and deftly applied to his most sensitive
flesh.
Penny was also watching Vickie at work, admiring the causal way in which she had
aroused the young boy. She began to move her finger quickly over his prostate,
eliciting further moans from the young boy.
"Arggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.... er pleeeeaaase" He was
beside himself with anguish, as Vickie and Penny confidently aroused him to a
fine fever pitch.
Both, Susan and Gail found that they had to hold his hands and his arms firmly
to keep him from rearing up from the bed, as Vickie continued her manipulation
of his penis.
Susan looked to her mother in admiration and awe. "Does that hurt him, mummy...
I mean when you rub your hand over his penis like that?
Vickie looked at the fascination on her young daughters face as she spoke.
"No it doesn't hurt, but the sensation can be quite intense." She turned to look
at the boy's anguished face, his embarrassment clear for all to see. "There my
sweet Timothy, don't worry, I won't hurt you I promise. I am just going to make
you ejaculate now, so be good and try and relax for me."
Hazel took a test tube from the shelf and moved to stand by the opposite side of
the bed to where Vickie was standing. Nonchalantly she reached forward and
cupping her hand around the boy's testicles, lifted them away from between his
legs. Her manicured fingers curled around the swollen testes as she moved the
test-tube nearer his penis. She did not have to wait long, as suddenly his body
stiffened; the muscles of his legs and stomach knotting into a trancelike state
as he wailed uncontrollably.
"Arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh
h." His anguished cry filled the room as Hazel cleverly caught the first mighty
spurt of semen in her test tube. It seemed that his anguish and utter
abandonment meant nothing to his sexual tormenters, Casually, almost callously;
they stimulated his most sensitive areas to the extreme... ignoring his pleas
and his distress.
Gail looked on, completely mesmerised by the almost 'matter of fact' way that
the boy's body was being stimulated. She turned her head to look at his face.
His mouth was wide open and he was gasping for breath; his eyes stared blindly,
in shock at his treatment.
"There... poor baby, it will all be over soon," she coo-ed softly, bending her
head towards his. Whether it was some inherent knowledge buried deep in her
psyche or mere impulsiveness she did not know, but her own actions surprised
her. Without warning, she placed her hand over his right nipple, at the same
time she pressed her lips to his - and kissed him. Her tongue deliberately
thrust deep into his mouth, mirroring the impalement of his bottom as she
stifled his anguished moans,
Robbing him of breath at the moment of ejaculation seemed to incense the boy
even more, as at the same time she squeezed his nipple hard between her finger
and thumb.
Hazel watched the young girl's actions, becoming aware that Gail's understanding
of the boy's psyche was far more knowledgeable than she had first imagined it
could be. She watched as Gail released his lips, hearing the boy groan inwardly
at his desperation for air.
Spurt after spurt of semen entered the glass container, his emission so violent
that she was hardly able to catch it all. Penny could feel his sphincter
squeezing violently against her finger as they forced his ejaculation
It seemed an age before the boy stopped ejaculating. His hips writhed in utter
abandonment and his body shivered and trembled with his violent and anguished
orgasm.
Eventually they slowed their hands to a calm, almost caressing motion, as his
body suddenly went limp. Vickie was not surprised to see that he had fainted.
Letting go of his penis, she drew Gail aside and placed her head against his
chest, hearing the raised and violent heartbeat loud within his chest. She
gently stroked her hands over his chest and tummy, watching as Hazel let go of
the boy and began to run her hands gently over his thighs and legs to stimulate
his circulation.
There was a loud sucking sound as Penny withdrew her finger from deep inside his
bottom. She smiled at Vickie and Hazel as she spoke.
"Well I think we have extracted the most semen I have ever seen in one
ejaculation. It must have been an acute sensation, I think that that was only
the fourth time he has ejaculated in his life."
Vickie smiled at Penny, her beautiful features showing merriment as she replied.
"Yes, I think you are right, I imagine that some people have lived their whole
lives without experiencing something as intense as that, no wonder he couldn't
cope."
Well he has plenty more to come. From what Lucy...er, I mean Dr. Ashford has
told me, he is manufacturing semen quite prolifically for such a young boy. I
think, unless she resorts to drugs or some kind of operation, that he will have
to be er... milked on a regular basis." Penny's use of the word milked amused
Vickie as she carefully lifted one of the boy's eyelids and carefully examined
the pupil before letting it close again.
"Well I think we will let him rest and mark up these test tubes." Vickie said
brightly.
"Oh I forgot to say," Penny said as she casually took his now flaccid penis
between finger and thumb and wiped the last remnant of semen from the tip.
"Dr. Ashford said that it would not be necessary to collect samples, er... I
mean in the test tubes each time he is er... milked. She said random samples
will be fine and that she recommends that his testicles are kept to a
comfortable size and that his prostate is massaged as regularly as possible. She
will make arrangements to see him as soon as she can."
Hazel looked enquiringly at Penny. "Does that mean that we will have to do that
ourselves... or will a nurse be coming.?"
Penny looked thoughtful. "Well I have promised Dr. Ashford that I will come as
often as I can and I think that Tina is on the list to visit... however I think
she means for you to check him and er... empty him whenever you think that he
needs it. Will that be alright." Penny looked questioningly at Vickie and Hazel.
"That will be fine." Vickie interjected. "It does make it a lot easier that I
don't have to take samples in a container every time... and as we are nearly at
the start of the holidays, I am sure that Hazel and I can manage him fine."
She turned to Gail and Susan. "Let's leave him to rest, he is alright, just
exhausted from his ordeal. "Remember the sensation of release is new to him,
having never ejaculated before. We can all go and have a glass of wine if you
would like." She turned to Gail,
"It is a bit late, would you like to stay the night? Susan has a twin bedded
room, so you will be quite comfortable."
"Yes, if that is alright. I don't like driving at night and I have only had the
car for six weeks, so I would be grateful to stay. Do you mind if Susan and I
stay with Timothy? We can take his legs out of the stirrups when he wakes up."
Vickie smiled with delight at Gail's reply; Susan could not have a better friend
she thought as she answered her.
"Of course Gail, I will leave you both with him, I am sure he will be pleased to
have some company.
The girls gave each other a knowing look as Hazel, penny and Mrs. Grant left the
room. It was not long before they were standing either side of the young boy.
There hands roamed freely over his body as they examined every inch of him. It
was in absolute silence that Gail, looked the boy over. She examined his face
closely, her finger trailing down his cheek and around his jaw line. Her hands
caressed him gently as she ran them over his chest and down onto his tummy. She
walked around the stirrup and stood between his widely spread legs. Gently she
eased his buttocks apart and peered at his neat sphincter, her hand trailing
between the pliant cheeks of his bottom. Last in line for her inspection was his
genitalia.
Although his penis was flaccid, it was still engorged and lay flat and plump,
hanging down between his legs. Slowly almost reverently she took his testicles
in one hand and lifted his penis up with the other, examining every detail.
"These are mine." She whispered, grinning mischievously at Susan as she toyed
with the boy's genitals. "He is perfect, isn't he?" Susan looked at Gail and
spoke quite seriously.
"He has the most perfect body of any boy I have ever seen. Not a blemish on his
skin, his proportions are absolutely exquisite." Gail nodded. "I promise you
Susan, that I am going to take very good care of him, when I get my chance. The
only thing wrong with him at the moment is that he is not blushing with
embarrassment. I think he looks so pretty when he blushes."
Susan looked across at her friend, her face wrinkling prettily as she spoke.
"Well I suppose if you have your way, he will be blushing one long blush for the
rest of his life." Gail looked up, her face suddenly turning to a serious
expression. "I shall make sure of it, I promise."
Sometime later after Penny had left the house, Timothy was gently woken up by
Hazel and handed a cup of tea by Mrs. Grant. The girls had already released him
from the stirrups and to his relief Mrs Grant covered his genitals with a towel
while he drank his tea.
"Right Timothy, up you get, you can go into the sitting room and sit with Susan
and Gail, while Mrs. Grant and I tidy this room up a little."
Timothy blushed as Hazel casually took the towel from him and helped him from
the bed. It was a few minutes before she glanced around to see him standing by
the door clasping his hands to his genitals. Hazel looked at him crossly. "Are
you still here, I thought I told you to go into the sitting room."
Timothy began to stammer. "But I think my shirt is still in the bathroom."
"You can get that later. It is getting cooler in here and I don't want you to
catch a cold, so go into the sitting room like a good boy." Hazel's voice
sounded cross as she turned back to the examination couch and took the other
side of the sheet that Vickie was holding. Together they pulled it tightly
across the surface of the examination table and tucked it in so that the
material was smooth and neat across the surface.
Hazel looked around at Timothy once more, her expression darkening as she saw
him standing there cowering. "I am sorry Vickie," She said to Mrs grant, "I
shall have to deal with this." She turned once more to the boy and took his arm
in a firm grip. "I warned you Timothy, not to disobey me." Timothy looked up at
her beautiful face, his lips trembling as she scolded him. "If you don't go now
I shall punish you right in front of everyone... and you wouldn't like that
would you?"
Timothy blushed profusely, his cheeks reddening to a dark hue and tears
appearing in his eyes. "Please er Misss... errr... please let mee er have my
shirt."
It was obvious to him that he should not have spoken. Hazel suddenly turned him
around and quickly smacked him three times on his bottom.
"Now are you going to obey me?" She asked, her voice slow and measured.
"Oh pleeasse miss err Hazel." Timothy looked up at her pleadingly.
Whether or not the boy was going to plead again for his shirt, Hazel did not
wait to find out. She tightened her grip on his arm and led him from the room.
He was squirming like an eel, his knees pressed tightly together and his hands
grasped tightly to his groin as he entered the sitting room. His face was
already red and blushing as Hazel tightened her grip on his arm and marched him
to stand in the middle of the room. Vickie followed behind; intrigued to see how
she would handle him.
Susan and Gail were sitting on the settee as they watched Hazel almost drag the
boy into the centre of the room. Gail could clearly see tears in his eyes as
Hazel made him stand in front of them.
"My you are a naughty boy. What on earth is the matter with you?" She looked
down at him, her hands holding him by the shoulders.
"Now stand up straight, while I get a chair. I promised you that if you
disobeyed me one more time, that I would smack your bare bottom in front of
everyone... and that is exactly what I am going to do."
She left Timothy cowering in front of the two girls as she fetched a chair from
the dining table and placed it facing the settee.
She looked at both Susan and Gail as she spoke. "I am sorry Timothy has behaved
so badly, especially when you have all been so kind to him." Without preamble
Hazel sat down on the chair and pulled her skirt up to mid-thigh, before
catching hold of the boy around his waist.
Timothy was beside himself with embarrassment. He could not help quickly looking
at Gail and Susan to see if they were observing his humiliation. He was
mortified as he caught their eyes looking at him
Hazel grasped his hands and with a grip that surprised him as she pulled them
away from his genitals. He had never felt so humiliated as she held him close to
her and placed him over her knees. Taking both wrists she held them up behind
his back, forcing his head further down as she lifted his arms up. Suddenly he
stopped squirming as the sheer futility of his situation became apparent to him.
Tears flooded his eyes as he began to sob and plead.
"Please.... Errr misss...n'not in front of er.."
His sentence was never completed as the first hard smack of Hazel's hand landed
squarely on the cheeks of his bottom.
His embarrassment increased as he felt Hazel relax her knees at the exact time
that the first blow landed, suddenly allowing his genitals to drop down between
her thighs. She squeezed her thighs together, holding his penis and testicles
captive between the soft smooth flesh.
"Pleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaassssee miss."
He sobbed as Hazel smacked his bottom as hard and as rapidly as she could. The
flesh of his buttocks bounced and shuddered as she calmly delivered smack after
smack upon his bare bottom.
Gail was amazed at the sight before her. She felt a thrill run through her young
body as Hazel methodically reddened every inch of the boy's buttocks. She could
see that already his neck muscles were tightly tensed and his reddened face was
held in a fierce grimace as his punishment progressed.
Almost instinctively, Gail spoke to him, surprising herself as she uttered the
words. "My... Timothy you must have been very disobedient to deserve such a
punishment... is it hurting very much?"
As she spoke, she slid off the settee on to her knees and knelt by his head.
Gently she took his face in her hands and turned it towards her, watching him
flinch and gasp as his bottom was soundly smacked.
"Poor Timothy, how embarrassing for you." Gail's words and touch were too much
for the boy to bear; his anguish knew no bounds as the deliberate and methodical
chastisement of his bottom continued.
What was left of Timothy's self esteem had finally been eroded. For Gail to be
talking to him in normal conversational tones, while his bare bottom was raised
up in the air and being soundly spanked
"I'mmm.... argghhh... sorreeeee... argggh... misss."
The tears were flowing down his cheeks as Gail looked into his eyes. She had
never felt such a thrill as she did now, holding his head captive while his
bottom was methodically and comprehensively smacked by his pretty cousin.
"Smaaaacccckk.... Smaaaaaaaccccck....
The punishment continued unabated. Hazel did not seem to be showing any kind of
fatigue; in fact she looked cool and calm as she delivered smack after smack to
his bottom. Vickie looked on at the young boy's punishment.
'My God,' she thought; this young woman certainly does not do anything by
halves.
"Argggggggghhhhhhhhh... pleeeeeease... er no more please." Timothy sobbed,
acutely aware of Gail looking into his eyes... a witness to his utter
humiliation and subjugation.
Gail could not resist further embarrassing him. "Are you going to be a good boy
when this is over Timothy? Hazel is only spanking your bare bottom for your own
good you know. Promise me you will be good Timothy."
Her words further inflamed the boy's sense of shame and despair, plunging his
sensitive emotions into the depths of abject misery.
"Smack... smack... smack... smack... Hazel methodically covered his buttocks
with stinging slaps. Not one inch of his upturned cheeks was spared from her
attentions. He was red from the top of his bottom to the upper part of his
thighs. Her hand had even spanked in-between the crease of his bottom, the
access being made easier as he had moved his hips and legs in frantic gyrations,
vainly hoping to escape the pain of his chastisement.
"Arggggggghhh.... Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease m''missssssssssss." Timothy
sobbed, his bottom on fire as Hazel calmly administered a comprehensive
spanking. "I promeeeeeeeeeeeees... argggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh....oooooooooooooohhhh
pleeease... n'nooooo mooooooreee"
Suddenly the punishment stopped. Calmly Hazel looked down at his face as Gail
held his head in her hands.
"Well Timothy, have you learned your lesson, or shall I continue, remember I can
easily fetch my strap"
Timothy shuddered and sobbed, his bottom stinging and smarting as if he had been
stung by a swarm of bees.
"Pleeeeeeeeaaaase nnnooooooooooo missssssssss.I'mmmmm mmm s'ssorry." Timothy
shuddered and sobbed, not just with the pain of his spanking but the utter
humiliation of it all.
"Well then... if you promise, then it is all over." Hazel gently began to stroke
her hand delicately over his bottom. Her fingers trailing between his cheeks and
down in between his thighs. Her touches were soothing and caressing as she spoke
softly to him. "There then my poor baby, it's all over now." She released his
wrists and placed his arms at his sides before stroking her hand over his back,
her other hand gently caressing him between his legs. She listened to his sobs
as she quieted him as one would a young foal.
Gail leaned forward and placed her lips against his cheek, whispering gently.
"My you have had a sound spanking haven't you... poor Timothy, what are we going
to do with you."
Hazel could feel his penis suddenly respond to her soft caresses. She felt a
sudden throb against the inside of her thighs as she squeezed them tightly
together, adding further pressure to his penis. "Right Timothy, I am going to
let you up now. You must not touch your bottom yet... and of course you now know
better than to touch your penis... don't you?"
Timothy blushed, but such was the redness of his cheeks that it would have been
hard to discern were it not for Hazel and Gail's close proximity to the boy.
"I... er... ppromise miss." His body shuddered as he stifled a sob.
"Well come along, let's have you up off my knees." Hazel helped him up, watching
closely as his penis came into view. Although it was not erect it was engorged
and hanging downwards, thick and plump between his legs. Gail noticed it too;
taking both her hands from his face and watching him intently as he stood
upright.
Hazel immediately took hold of his hips and placed him front of her so that his
legs were touching her knees. Timothy stood upright, his hands by his side,
naked and shamefaced as she placed her hand under his chin and looked deep into
his eyes.
Both Susan and Gail watched intently as Hazel spoke firmly but kindly to him.
"Well I think you can start by apologising to every one. You may start with Mrs.
Grant and then Susan and Gail. Go and stand in front of Mrs Grant... off you go
now.
Even Hazel could not have known the extent of the boy's humiliation as he
walked... stiff legged towards Mrs. Grant. He was acutely aware that his penis
was throbbing visibly, but dare not cover himself. He sobbed as he approached
her; standing some way back from her in deference to his modesty. Even that was
not to be allowed as Hazel spoke sternly to him. "Move closer than that... come
along, I want no more of your nonsense." Timothy hung his head in shame and
moved closer to Mrs. Grant who was standing waiting to see what he would do.
Even in her wildest dreams, Vickie would not have believed that she would have
Timothy standing naked before her, compliant, humiliated and subjugated to such
an extent that he would obey her without question.
His lips were trembling as he looked up at her. She could see the embarrassment
and humiliation in his eyes as he spoke to her in trembling voice. "I am so
sorry mMrs. Grant.... I er...promise to be good. He looked down immediately,
acutely aware of his nakedness and the close proximity of his naked body to her.
Vickie did not answer him but instead placed her delicate fingers under his chin
and lifted his head. My you have been in the wars today haven't you Timothy.
Never mind, I am sure you will behave yourself from now on." Before the boy
could move away she deliberately reached forward with her other hand and cupped
his testicles, her cool fingers enveloping his scrotum in a gentle but firm
grip. The young boy gasped in shock as she held him, his face showing his abject
dismay as she looked into his eyes.
Both Susan and Gail were surprised at the familiar way Susan's mother handled
the boy. They looked on with anticipation as Vickie spoke gently to him. "Now
Timothy, you will have to get used to being handled and examined, we all have
your best interests at heart and we mean you no harm. I know that young boys get
embarrassed by having their genitals examined, but it is quite obvious that you
have a problem that must be dealt with."
Rather than let the boy go she took her hand away from his chin and nonchalantly
took hold of his penis. She could feel him shiver as she quickly slid the
foreskin back until it was stretched tight. "Right young man, you don't seem to
be sore, but I do think that your testicles are still quite large and full for
someone your age." She turned her head towards Hazel, who was delighting in her
young charge's humiliation. "I think Hazel that perhaps you should check him
before he goes to bed... If he seems any worse, you might consider emptying his
testicles before he goes to sleep. You don't need to worry about measuring the
amount, I was thinking more for his comfort."
Timothy felt his penis begin to throb as Mrs. Grant casually lifted his erect
flesh and at the same time hefted his testicles, rolling the soft orbs between
her fingers as she deftly slipped his foreskin back up over the rim of his
penis, before patting it softly. She had never felt a penis so engorged and
stiff as it throbbed under her delicate touch. "Right off you go and apologise
to Susan and Gail... and then perhaps you should have an early night."
Timothy was close to fainting with sensation as Vickie let go of him. He blushed
profusely, his whole body colouring up as he turned towards the two young girls.
It was as if he was in a trance as he approached them, their amused expressions
giving him no respite from his humiliating nightmare.
It was Gail he spoke first. Laying her hand gently on his shoulder she drew him
forward.
"Poor baby, I know you are sorry for being a naughty little boy, but we forgive
you don't we Susan?" Susan almost broke out in a giggle as she heard Gail's
words. "Of course we do... but you still have to apologise, doesn't he Hazel?"
Hazel moved to stand behind Timothy; placing one hand on his waist she smacked
him briskly on his bottom. Timothy gasped as he turned his head towards her.
Hazel could see the look of embarrassment and hurt on his face as she spoke to
him. "Now Timothy, place your hands upon your head and stand up straight with
your legs wide apart. " Timothy blushed once more, a tear rolling down his
burning cheek as he quickly put his hands upon his head and shamefacedly moved
his feet until his legs were placed wide apart. "That's better... now I see that
your penis is erect Timothy. Don't you think that that is rather rude behaviour
for a young boy? I think that you ought to apologise to the girls for your rude
behaviour too."
Timothy was almost near to fainting with embarrassment as he turned his head to
face forward and looked at Susan and Gail.
"I am s...soooo sorry ...er miss er and miss... I am sorry for er... being...
er rude as well... er pleaeeeeeeeease..." Timothy choked on his words and burst
into tears. His humiliation complete as he stood naked and ashamed in front of
the girls. He could not believe his position, naked and fully on display, in
front of the two prettiest girls in his school.
If he had thought that his embarrassment could not get any worse he was in for a
shock as Gail deftly took hold of his penis. "Don't cry Timothy... I know you
are really a good boy. I suppose it is your medical condition that makes this so
stiff." She accented her words by squeezing the shaft of his engorged flesh.
Skilfully she retracted the foreskin at the same time she cupped his testicles
with her other hand. Don't worry, I am sure that everyone will help to make you
better. Just turn around for me so I can have a look at your poor bottom." She
nonchalantly helped him turn by pulling on his penis before letting go of him.
Susan stepped forward as Timothy turned around and placed one hand on each of
his bottom cheeks. "You seem very red." She said, as she spread the cheeks of
his bottom. "Just bend over so I can see you properly, you can take your hands
down and hold your ankles... just as if I was going to smack your bottom for
you." Vickie smiled as she watched her daughter manipulate the boy to ever
further degrees of embarrassment. She looked on, rather taken aback by the
confident way her daughter parted the young boys buttocks, her young hands
roaming over his flesh before slipping her fingers between the pliant cheeks of
his bottom, making him gasp with the intimate contact. Susan smoothed her
fingers between the crevice before sliding her hand between his legs and
grasping his testicles. She slid the other hand around his waist and took a firm
hold of his erect penis. She ignored the boy's protestations as she handled him
with a deft familiarity. "I agree with mummy, I think Hazel ought to milk you
again when you get home... after all, your penis must hurt with being so stiff
and straight."
Timothy began to shiver, the sexual sensation making him feel near to
ejaculating as Susan casually played with his genitals as if it was a completely
normal occurrence. Gasping and groaning he endured her intimate examination of
his body as he stood bent over with his hands grasping his ankles. He shivered
and shook his mind in turmoil at the embarrassment and humiliations of the day.
It was another fifteen minutes before the boy was led, embarrassed and blushing
down the garden path towards his home. His penis still stiff and engorged
tenting the tee shirt that Hazel had clothed him in. He had followed obediently
as Hazel walked in front of him, opening the door of their cottage and beckoning
him through.
Now as he laid in bed he contemplated the events of the day, blushing as each
embarrassing episode ran through his mind. Hazel had bathed him, making him
stand in the bathtub as she had washed his body. Her hands had delved into every
crevice, her thoroughness sparing him no modesty. His penis and genitals as well
as the sensitive opening of his sphincter had been carefully soaped and washed.
He had been laid in bed naked, the blankets drawn down to his knees. Hazel had
told him to just relax and that she would be back later. Timothy could not help
himself as his thoughts turned to the humiliations he had suffered. Over and
over he replayed the most embarrassing moments, his face blushing an ever deeper
red. It was not long before Hazel returned. To his surprise she had changed into
a white tunic dress, very similar to those worn by cosmeticians and dental
nurses. She was carrying a metal bowl in which were jars of moisturising creams
and tubes of lubricants. She placed the bowl on the floor by the side of the bed
and sat on the edge looking down at him.
He could not help but blush once more as she examined his nakedness. "Right
young man, I am going to milk you of anything you have left in these testicles
of yours." Casually she leaned forward and lifted his scrotum away from his
body. Timothy gasped at the cool and sudden touch of her fingers upon his body
and the humiliation of her words. It was only the thought of another
chastisement that kept him from clasping his hands to his groin. He shivered as
she gently placed her other hand between his thighs and moved his legs apart.
"Now just lie still, and I will attend to you. Just put your hands behind your
head, there... that's the way." The next moments were composed of acute
embarrassment and bliss, as gently she leaned forward and blew gently on his
penis, watching as the flesh slowly became engorged and turgid. He closed his
eyes as her gentle fingers caressed him until he was fully erect. Without
warning she leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips, her tongue invaded
his mouth sending him into ecstasy as her hand stretched the skin of his
foreskin down the shaft until it was stretched tight. Suddenly she pulled away
from him, seeing his mouth sag open with acute sensation. There my baby... lie
still... just part your legs a little more... there... that's the way.
He felt her hands leave his body and heard the unscrewing of jar tops and caps
before suddenly gasping as he felt a lubricated finger slip between the cheeks
of his bottom. His eyes flew wide open as deftly she slid her finger up into his
bottom. He gasped. "Arggggghhhhhhhhh... oooooooooOOOOH... er miss" as
Hazelslipped her finger further up into him, finding the soft pliant flesh of
his prostate gland. "Just lie still, there's a good boy." She cooed as she
slipped her other lubricated hand around the hardened flesh of his penis.
She leaned over his and whispered softly. "Just relax now... it will all be over
soon." Her soft voice and sweet scent played havoc with his feelings, as did the
soft hands that probed inside his bottom and over the very tip of his penis.
Skilfully and diligently she milked him, her finger applying a firm pressure and
motion to his prostrate as her fingers moved over his penis, pulling his
foreskin up and down over the corona of his sensitive flesh. "Now then, I want a
nice big ejaculation from you... so open your legs wider and relax." Timothy had
begun tossing his head from side to side; such was the intensity of her
caresses.
Suddenly he felt his penis throb uncontrollably; he squeezed his eyes shut as he
felt the impending ejaculation. Hazel felt it too and suddenly jabbed her finger
hard against his prostate as she began to milk him faster and faster. His hips
reared up as the first spurts of semen sprang from the tip of his penis.
"argggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...oooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhh." Timothy
thrashed his head from side to side as the intensity of the orgasm took over his
body from any coherent movement. "There my baby... what a good little boy you
are... let me just have a little more." Hazel's finger stroked over his prostate
before jabbing hard at the sensitive gland, her deliberate firmness in contrast
to the softly spoken words, as she watched the young boy writhing in torment
from her ministrations.
"There we are," she said brightly. "Lets just squeeze the last drops from you...
then it's all over. My you have been a good boy!" Timothy gulped for air as he
felt her finger roam inside his bottom and her delicate fingers slide up the
shaft of his penis, ejecting the last drops of semen from him. She withdrew her
finger gently from his bottom and let go of his penis. Taking the towel she
wiped his tummy and folded it before wiping it between his legs as if he was a
baby. She drew up the covers and kissed him tenderly on the lips. There... my
poor baby; it's been an exhausting day for you.... Never mind just lie back and
go to sleep."
Before he could collect his senses she had left the room and turned the lights
out.
