By TimidTimmy
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This is a fictional account about Timmy, a boy of 14,
who has his first experience of forced nudity upon entering an
orphanage. He and the other boys have to stand naked in front of a
fully-clothed Muslim woman called Ms Zahra. It is set in the midst of a
cold winter.
Ms Zahra’s Orphanage
Timmy and the seven other boys shuffled nervously into the windowless,
unfurnished room of Ms Zahra’s orphanage. The floor was also bare, and
the concrete it was made of was no doubt as freezing as the air in the
room. He was 14, but the other boys looked to be of all ages. The
tallest one seemed near to adulthood, being almost six feet and broad
shouldered. That didn’t stop him looking as scared as the smaller boys
though. They were all unsure of what to expect on their first day.
The door opened, and an obese tanned lady in black Muslim clothing,
including headscarf, came in and stood in front of them. She towered
over them, and was the biggest woman Timmy had ever seen. Her arms were
thick as tree trunks, and it looked like there was a large amount of
muscle being covered by all that fat. The breasts and belly were
enormous, and the whole lot sagged under her Islamic one-piece dress.
She had brought a portable heater with her. Plugging it in, she turned
up the knob to full heat and placed it where its radiation wafted at an
angle over the line of children in front of her.
She smiled
and said, “Hello to you all, and welcome to my home for boys. I’m very
sorry about the temperature in here. The heater will work quickly
though. We can chat for a bit until the room’s warm enough.” She had a
Middle Eastern accent, but her English was very good.
Timmy was first in the line. She walked up closer to him and asked, “Tell me your name and age please.”
“Erm, Timmy, 14, miss.”
“What a polite little boy. We’re going to have to feed you plenty,
aren’t we?” She looked down the line of boys. “I think all of you need
to be fattened up a bit. We serve wholesome food in large portions
here, so we’ll soon put some meat on all these skinny bodies.”
She asked the same questions for each boy. Once she had finished, Timmy knew the ages ranged from 12 to 17.
“I see you boys are all wrapped up for this cold winter, with your
scarves and thick coats on. That’s good. You won’t be going out so
often, but we have a large garden where boys are allowed to play in the
snow. You can build snowmen if you like. No snowball throwing though.”
A boy called Jamie, who was 15, put his hand up.
“Yes Jamie?” she said.
“Miss, I need to…go to the bathroom.” His cheeks went rosy as he said it.
“Do you need to pee? Or poop?” The question jarred in Timmy’s ears. She was a blunt woman.
Jamie hesitated. “Erm…poop, miss.”
She looked at her watch. “Do you have to go right now? Or can you hold it a while longer?”
“I really have to go miss.”
She sighed. “Ok then, the toilet is up the hall on the left. Be as
quick as you can, as I want to inspect all of you at the same time.”
Inspection? Timmy looked at the other boys and saw some worried faces. What kind of inspection?
As Jamie opened the door to leave, she said to him, “And Jamie…”
“Yes, miss?”
“Remember to wipe your bottom properly, ok?”
“Yes, miss.” His face went scarlet before he disappeared into the hall, closing the door behind him.
“So, boys, once Jamie’s back from doing his business, we’ll start the inspection.”
Another hand went up, this time from the youngest boy. Gary, aged 12.
“Yes, Gary?”
“Miss, what kind of inspection?”
“It’s called the HHD, which stands for health, hygiene and development.
It’s a head to toe examination that I decided was necessary for every
boy coming into the home. It lets me see how you’re doing, and also if
there’s anything I should be aware of. It also allows me to see if you
boys have anything hidden that you shouldn’t, and if you’ve been abused
in any way. It’s nothing to be worried about, Gary, I do it for every
boy, regardless of age.” She smiled and looked up and down the line.
“You all look like healthy boys, except for needing to put on a little
weight. But I suppose we’ll see.”
Gary put his hand up again. She nodded permission. “Miss, what if I don’t want to be inspected?”
She smiled. “If you don’t want to be inspected, then you’ll be
inspected anyway. It’s the same for all boys. I don’t want to sound
mean about it, but you don’t have a choice. Is that clear, Gary?”
“Yes, miss.”
“Good boy. I can tell you’re going to get on very well here.”
Jamie came back in and stood beside Timmy. He looked relieved.
“Is that better, Jamie?”
“Yes, miss.”
“And did you remember to wipe your bottom?”
He paused, face going crimson. “Yes, miss.”
“Well, I suppose I’ll be able to check in a minute anyway. Ok boys,
it’s time for your HHD. Please take off all of your clothes and place
them in a pile behind you.”
Timmy looked at the other boys. They looked disturbed, but nobody said a word.
Her tone sharpened, but she continued smiling. “All your clothes off now, boys. I haven’t got all day.”
The tallest boy, Jack, who was 17, raised his hand. “Quickly then, Jack.”
“All clothes, miss?”
“Yes, Jack. I want you all to strip naked. Underpants off. When you’re
finished, stand with your hands by your sides. I’ll be inspecting your
willies and bottoms as part of the HHD. And don’t feel ashamed, there’s
nothing you’ve got that I haven’t seen before. Now, hurry up and
undress.”
The boys started to take off their clothes, placing them in piles behind themselves, until they all stood in their underwear.
“Well it’s good to see you’re all wearing Y-front briefs. That’s the
same kind I’ll be issuing you with along with your socks, once the
inspection’s over. I’ll expect you to write your names on everything
given to you, so there’s no mix up in the laundry. But for now, off
with your underpants. I want to see eight boys completely nude. Go on,
don’t make me ask again.”
The boys obeyed. They were now
standing naked, pale, slender and shivering with embarrassment in front
of the huge Muslim woman. “Good boys. Ok, stand up straight while I
inspect you. Follow my instructions as a group too. Jack, just because
you’re seventeen, doesn’t mean you get to cover your willy. Hands by
your sides.”
She walked down the line, making open comments
to herself, “Hmm…yes skinny boys, will need hearty meals…toe nails will
need trimmed…not circumcised, will need to arrange that with Dr
Janus…far too much pubic hair, will shave that all off. Ok, turn around
all of you and face the wall.”
The boys did as they were
told, turning so that Ms Zahra could see their bare bottoms. “All of
you raise your left foot up so I can inspect the sole. Ok…looks good,
now the right one…All looking healthy there. Everyone, bend over and
spread your bottom cheeks open. Hmmm ok clean, good, little hairy in
there but clean. Jamie you wiped your bottom nicely, well done.”
Timmy was glad to hear her order for them all to turn around. Keeping
his bum spread wide open for this Middle Eastern woman to stare inside
it felt very embarrassing.
“Ok, stick out your tongues.
Good. All looking healthy. Show me your teeth. Jack, you need to brush
more often. Timmy yours are very white, so that’s good.”
“Thanks, miss.” He didn’t even know why he said that. He had turned
fully submissive within just a short time of being under her authority.
“Ok, time to inspect your willies. You three boys with
foreskins, pull them back as far as you can, so I can see the little
purple hats. Gently, it’ll be tight. And by the way, every boy staying
here has to be circumcised, so I’ll arrange that as soon as possible.”
She walked down the line, inspecting the boys’ private parts. From
Gary’s tiny bald cocktail sausage with tight hairless sack, all the way
up to Jack’s long thick cock, covered in pubic hair with two hairy
boiled eggs hanging underneath.
“Everyone’s at different
stages of development, and that’s normal. Boys with pubic hair will
have it all shaved off for hygiene purposes though. Also, regardless of
age, if I suspect any boy is abusing himself then I won’t hesitate to
fit a chastity device over his testicles.” From the pocket of her
skirt, she took out what looked like a small padlock, but the hoop part
on the top was covered in pink felt. She pointed to the lock and said,
“You slip it over the top of the scrotum, where it joins the penis, and
it takes a snug grip. Don’t worry, it’s completely safe and
comfortable, but makes squirting semen impossible. Any boy I fit it
onto will be wearing it for his duration here, and I keep the keys on
me at all times. I’m trusting you all to follow the rule of no playing
with willies. You’re not married, so they are for peeing only. Do
yourselves a favour and don’t force me to fit one of these things on
you. If you don’t touch your willy, you’ll very occasionally have a
seminal emission in your sleep to empty your balls, and that is ok as
its natural, but with one of these fitted, they will swell up like
lemons and I will not unlock it. Is that clear?”
“Yes,
miss,” chorused the boys. Naked, ashamed, and with their bare feet
freezing against the cold concrete floor, they stood obediently as the
hefty Ms Zahra lectured them.
“Ok, get dressed and follow
me. We’ll go and get your underpants and socks, then I’ll show you to
your rooms. After that, a big meal of beef stew, bread and butter. Does
that sound ok?”
“Yes, miss.” The meal part sounded great to Timmy. He hoped they would have Y-fronts and socks in his size.
This was going to all be fine, as long as he followed the rules.