Doctor Cameron's Casebook

Doctor Cameron's Casebook: Austin

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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A day lying in bed eating snacks and playing video games, or six hours of boring school, complete with a history test? For fourteen-year-old Austin Taylor it was a no-brainer. He hated Tuesdays. There was no PE, and no other lessons that he liked, and to cap it all, grouchy old Mrs Edwards had decided that she would be testing them on the work they’d done on the Tudors. Who gave a stuff about the Tudors? Certainly not Austin. What was the point in spending hours and hours learning about people who’d been dead for hundreds of years? Consequently, he’d done zero preparation for the test and he had no intentions of turning up for it. Of course, his mum wouldn’t be too happy; he’d missed a day of school just last week, and another day a couple of weeks before that. His mum would grumble, but in the end he knew that she would give in – she always did.

Right on cue, he heard his mum walking along the landing, going through her usual morning routine. “Come on kids, it’s time to get up.” The sound of a knock on a bedroom door. “Come on, David. Wakey, wakey.” Austin’s eleven-year-old brother was getting his morning call. A couple of seconds later, another knock. “Let’s have you up, Ashleigh.” This was Austin’s thirteen-year sister. Then, finally, the knock on Austin’s door. The door opened and his mum’s head appeared. “You awake, Austin?”

Austin went straight into his ‘I’m dying’ routine. He gave a soft groan and lifted his head just a fraction from his pillow. “I don’t feel well. I’m not going to be able make it to school,” he groaned in a weak voice.

“Come on, Austin. Don’t mess me about. I’ve a lot to do today.” His mum had seen this routine before and she wasn’t having any of it.

“I’m not messing about. I really do feel ill,” groaned Austin, racking the performance up a notch. “My stomach hurts, and I feel sick and dizzy.”

Mrs Taylor gave an impatient sigh. Walking over to the bed, she pressed her hand against her invalid-son’s forehead. “You don’t have a temperature,” she said.

“I don’t feel good. I think I’m going to throw up.” Austin moved forwards and clamped his jaw, at the same time making a sound in the back of his throat as though he were indeed about to be sick.

The boy’s mother took an involuntary step back. “Don’t you be sick in bed. If you’re going to throw up, get yourself into the bathroom.”

“No, I think I’m gonna be OK,” Austin gasped. He lay back, panting gently. This really was an Oscar-winning performance – one of his best.

Mrs Taylor frowned as she looked down at him. She had her arms folded across her chest. She obviously wasn’t yet totally convinced, but she was definitely wavering. “Well, if you’re not going to school, I’m taking you to see the doctor.”

Austin had expected this move and was prepared for it. “I don’t think I can,” he gasped. “As well as feeling sick, I’ve got the poops. I’ve had to run to the loo four times already this morning. I’d never make it to the doctor.”

Mrs Taylor gave another sigh and lifted her arms in resigned defeat. “Alright, if you’re really that ill, then you’d better stay in bed. I’ll call the doctor and get him to come out to see you.”

“What?” Austin hadn’t expected this one. “Yeah, erm, OK,” he groaned. Having the doctor come out would be a nuisance, though he suspected that his mum was only saying that to test him and wasn’t really intending to call the doctor. And even if she did, he could act his way through it – he’d done it before. Doctors were much easier to fool than mothers.

The boy gave a sigh of relief and allowed himself to relax as his mother departed. He’d done it. He’d had to work a bit harder than usual, but at least now he wouldn’t have to suffer through that damned history test.

A grinning face appeared around the half-open bedroom door. “So, you’re bunking off again,” said David. “What test are you missing today?”

“History,” said Austin. “And if you say anything, you’re dead.”

The younger boy gave a shrug. “I won’t say anything. Besides, there’s no need; she doesn’t really believe you’re ill anyway. She’ll catch you out one of these days.”

“Yeah, right,” grinned Austin. “She might suspect I’m faking, but she doesn’t dare take the risk in case I end up shitting and puking everywhere.”

“Nice,” said David, with a grimace. “Well, I’m going to get my breakfast. It’s a shame you’re too ill to eat any.”

Austin quickly looked around for something to throw, but he couldn’t find anything handy, and David was already walking away, laughing.

It was coming up to 3:00 p.m. and Doctor Cameron Redway was on his way to his final home visit of the day. One more patient to see and then it would be back to the office to complete his paperwork and enter his notes into the computer system. He’d had surgery all morning and then, after grabbing a quick sandwich for his lunch, he’d jumped into his car and set off to see the people who were unable, for one reason or another, to make it into the office. Now he was nearly done.

At 28, Cam was the youngest doctor by a wide margin at the medical practice where he worked as a GP. Some of the patients, particularly the older ones, tended to avoid him because they thought that his comparatively young age meant that he was inexperienced. The dark-haired, good-looking doctor was, however, very popular with the teenaged patients; the girls thought he was ‘hot,’ and the boys liked him because they found it easier to relate to him than to the ‘old fogeys’.

Of course, not all of the older patients were averse to seeing a younger doctor. Edna Gardner, for example, the old lady that he’d just been to visit, always requested Cam and complained if she was forced to see anyone else. She was 86 years old and a real character. She flirted outrageously with the young doctor, hinting at what she would do if she were 50 years younger. It was all in fun, and Cam always enjoyed his sessions with her, even when it involved having to check her chronic haemorrhoids!

Cam pulled up outside of the house of his final patient of the day and quickly reviewed his printed notes. Austin Taylor, age 14. Stomach pains, nausea and diarrhoea. Cam frowned as he glanced through the notes. Austin seemed to have a bit of a history of stomach upsets. He recalled seeing the boy at the office a couple of months ago. His mother had brought him in as a result of persistent stomach pains. Austin had been a good-looking kid, physically fit and reasonably well-developed for his age. In his own way he’d been as much of a character as Edna Gardner, though perhaps a little too cocky and self-confident for his own good. Cam had examined the boy and found no problems – he’d suspected at the time that the ‘stomach pains’ had really been an excuse for a day off school.

Cam climbed out of the car and, his bag in his hand, walked up the front door and rang the bell.

The door was opened a few seconds later by a rather harassed-looking middle-aged woman. Cam remembered her from when she had visited the office with Austin. “Hello, Mrs Taylor. I’m Doctor Redway.”

“Yes, thanks for coming, Doctor,” said the woman. She held the door open for him to enter. “I’m sorry, but it seems that I’m probably wasting your time,” she said, looking embarrassed.

“Oh?” Cam stepped past the woman into the hallway. He stood waiting for her to explain.

“This morning, Austin was complaining of stomach pains and feeling sick. I suspected that he might be putting it on, but he’s seems to have had stomach problems quite a lot recently and so I thought it was probably best if he was seen by a doctor to check that there wasn’t anything to worry about.”

“Better safe than sorry,” said Cam.

“Yes, well,” the woman continued, looking even more embarrassed. “A few minutes ago I got a call from Austin’s school: from his history teacher, Mrs Edwards. Apparently he should have had a history test today on the Tudors. It seems that this is the second time this term that Austin has been absent on the day that she’d set a test. She also said that according to his science teacher, he’d missed a science test last week. That had also been because of a bad stomach.”

“I see,” said Cam, with a dry smile. “So the stomach problems conveniently appear when he wants to avoid school for some reason. Well, since I’m here, it won’t hurt to check him out anyway, just to be sure that there isn’t really a problem.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” said Mrs Taylor. “And I’m so sorry.”

Cam gave chuckle. “Don’t worry about it. Just point me in the direction of the poor boy and I’ll see what I can do to relieve his suffering.”

Austin was lying in bed playing a game on his iPhone. He was feeling bored. Thank goodness that it was reaching the time where he would be able to make a full recovery and get up and dressed. He’d allowed his ‘symptoms’ to ease off a little as the day wore on. But not too quickly. If he’d made too fast a recovery, his mum might have packed him off to school for the afternoon session, and that would have defeated the entire object of the exercise. So the recovery had had to be gradual. Now that school was almost over, however, it would be safe for him to recover completely. He was really looking forward to getting something decent to eat. Because of his ‘sickness’ he’d had no breakfast or lunch and he was starving. He’d eaten a few snacks that he’d had secreted away in his bedside cabinet, but crisps and chocolate bars were no substitute for real food. This skiving off school certainly had its downside.

The bedroom door opened and Austin quickly hid his phone down beneath the bedclothes. Even at this late stage it wouldn’t be good to be caught playing games. He gave his mum a weak smile as she entered the room. Then the smile froze on his face when he saw the doctor follow her in. Shit! She’d actually gone and called the doctor after all. He hadn’t believed she been serious. And why the hell did it have to be Doctor Redway? Doc Redway was really cool, but for some reason he always made Austin feel nervous. Why couldn’t it have been that old guy, Doctor Farrow? He was much easier to fool.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Austin’s mum told the Doctor. She left, closing the door behind her.

The Doctor walked over to the bed. “Hi, Austin. I hear you’ve been feeling a bit under the weather.”

Austin swallowed. This turn in events had taken him by surprise and needed to get his act together. “Erm, yeah,” he said. “I was feeling really bad this morning, but I’m starting to feel a lot better now though.”

“Feeling bad in what way?” the doctor asked. He’d sat himself down on the edge of Austin’s bed. He opened his case and took out an ear-thermometer, fitted a cap and pushed it into Austin’s ear.

“I was feeling all sick and dizzy and stuff, and my stomach hurt.”

“OK,” said the doctor, looking at the display on the thermometer. “Well, your temperature appears normal. You say you felt sick; did you bring anything up?”

“No. I just felt sick,” said Austin. “But it’s not so bad now.”

“So you don’t feel sick anymore? Have you had any diarrhoea?”

“Yeah, I had to go a couple of times.”

“When was the last time?”

“I dunno. Sometime this morning.”

“So that’s settled down as well.”

“Yeah. Like I said, I’m feeling a lot better now.”

“So I see,” said the doctor, with a smile. “I assume that’s chocolate around your mouth.”

Shit! Austin quickly wiped around his mouth with his hand. “I was a bit hungry,” he said, guiltily.

“Well, I suppose it’s a good sign; if you’re eating chocolate you can’t be feeling too bad,” he laughed. “Let me have a look at your tummy.” He raised himself up from the bed and pulled back the bedclothes. Revealing the mobile phone. He gave another short laugh. “I know people get attached to these things, but sleeping with one is perhaps taking things a bit far.” He took the mobile from Austin’s hand and put it on the bedside cabinet. “So what did we interrupt you doing? Texting or playing a game?”

“I was playing a game,” Austin admitted, lowering his eyes.

“It must get a bit boring lying in bed all day. Lift your shirt up for me.”

Austin pulled up the front of his T-shirt to reveal his stomach. The doctor felt around it, asking if there was pain or discomfort. Austin said there wasn’t.

“Well, there doesn’t seem to be any obvious problems,” said the Doctor, pulling Austin’s shirt back into place. “I’ll just take your blood pressure to be sure.”

He took a blood pressure monitor from his case, wrapped the cuff around Austin’s arm and set the device going. “How’re things at school?” he asked.

“OK,” said Austin, surprised by the question.

“No bullying or anything? No problems with any of the teachers?”

“No, everything’s fine,” said Austin, his heart starting to beat faster. What was with these questions? Did the doctor suspect that he’d been faking?

“That’s good,” said the man. “You’re blood pressure is fine. Maybe a tiny bit high. Are you worried about anything?”

Only about these silly questions, thought Austin. “No, nothing,” he said.

“Well, whatever the problem was, it appears to have cleared up. Maybe it was just a bug.” He stood up and began packing his things away. “So what’s your favourite lesson at school?” he asked.

“I dunno. PE, probably.”

“Ah, you like sports. That should help keep you fit. I always enjoyed history,” said the doctor. “I found the Tudors particularly interesting.”

Austin gave an involuntary cough. What the fuck? His heart was now thumping hard. How the hell did the doctor know about the history test? No, he couldn’t know. It had to be coincidence. Keep playing it cool. “We’re doing the Tudors at the moment,” he said, trying to keep his voice casual. “It’s really boring.”

“Well, different people enjoy different things,” the doctor smiled. He closed the catch on his bag. “Right, I’ll go tell your mum that you appear to be on the road to recovery.”

As the door closed behind the doctor, Austin lay back and sighed heavily. He’d got away with it, but it had been a close thing. When the doctor had mentioned the Tudors he’d almost had diarrhoea for real, right there in the bed! Maybe it was time to rethink strategy. He’d used stomach problems too many times now and he needed something different for next time. Maybe back pain would work. He’d give it some thought.

Mrs Taylor was waiting at the bottom of the stairs.

“I tend to agree with your diagnosis,” Cam told the woman. “What we have here is a case of chronic skivitis.”

Mrs Taylor shook her head sadly. “I’m really sorry to drag you out for nothing,” she said.

“Please, there’s no need to be sorry,” said Cam. “This is something that I think needs to be addressed. Most kids try it on from time to time. There can’t be many that go all the way through school without occasionally feigning illness in order to bunk-off. I did it myself a couple of times. In Austin’s case, though, it seems to have become a real problem. He believes he can pull this stunt as often as he likes and get away with it.”

“I know I shouldn’t always give in to him,” said the woman, miserably, “but I worry that if I ignore him and it turns out that he really is ill..”

“It can be difficult,” said Cam. He pursed his lips thoughtfully. “Skivitis is difficult to treat, but I do have a possible treatment in mind. However, it’s a little unorthodox and I would need your complete agreement.”

“Whatever it is, I’ll agree,” said the woman.

“Better wait until I’ve told you what it involves before you make a decision,” grinned Cam. He started to explain his idea.

As Cam explained what he had in mind, Mrs Taylor’s eyes opened wider and wider and her mouth dropped open. When the doctor finished, it took her almost a full half minute before she could even speak. “I… I don’t know,” she said. “That seems so…” She stopped and shook her head.

“Well, it’s up to you,” said Cam. “But I do think it will help alleviate the problem and make him think twice before he tries anything like this again.”

“Oh, I’m sure it will do that,” said the woman. Her eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “Alright,” she said. “Go ahead.” She gave a cool, determined smile. “He’s brought this on himself.”

Austin glanced impatiently at the clock on his bedside cabinet. He’d decided that he would wait fifteen minutes to give the doc time to finish talking to his mum and leave, then he would go down and find something to eat. His mum wouldn’t be able to object to him being up and about, because the doctor that she had called to see him had examined him and given him the all clear. It had worked out pretty well. And that Doc Redway really was cool. Not at all like some of those grumpy old farts that he’d sometimes had to see.

The minute hand on the clock was moving incredibly slowly – fifteen minutes had never felt so long. At twelve minutes, Austin decided that he’d waited long enough. The doc would be long gone by now. He threw back the bedclothes and swung his legs around to put his feet on the floor, then stopped dead in surprise when the bedroom door opened and Doctor Redway came back in.

“Going somewhere?” asked the doctor, with a smile.

“I was just going to the loo,” Austin lied.

“Not more diarrhoea?”

“No, I just need to pee.”

“Oh, I see,” said the doctor. “That’s actually quite a lucky coincidence. But I’d like you to hold onto it for a few minutes.” He walked closer to the bed until he was standing looking down at Austin. “I’ve been having a chat with your mum and it seems that these stomach problems are occurring much more often than I’d realised. It’s something that we need to investigate further because it could be a sign that there is something serious going on there.”

“But I’m fine,” said Austin, quickly. What did the doctor mean by investigate further? That sounded worrying. “Really. I’m feeling much better. It wasn’t actually that bad anyway,” he said, putting on his most convincing ‘everything is fine’ smile. “I just had the poops a couple of times and a bit of tummy ache.”

“Don’t forget the feeling dizzy and sick,” said the Doctor, helpfully.

“Yeah that as well,” said Austin. “But it’s all gone now. I feel completely fine.” He started to get up, but the doctor’s hand on his shoulder pushed him back down.

“I’m afraid that we really do need to get to the bottom of the problem,” said the doctor. “Your mum has given her permission for me to conduct a more extensive examination so that we can make sure that there is nothing serious going on.”

“But…” Austin started to object.

“I think we should have that shirt off to start with,” said the Doctor. He bent and took hold of the sides of Austin’s T-shirt and started to lift. Austin automatically raised his arms and the shirt was pulled up and off.

The doctor casually dropped the shirt onto a nearby chair. “Now the shorts,” he said.

“My shorts? Why do I need to take off my shorts?” the boy asked, his tone desperate. This was getting way out of hand.

“So that I can examine you properly,” said the doctor. “Come on, Austin, the sooner you cooperate, the sooner we’ll be done.”

“I don’t want to,” said Austin, desperately. “There’s no need. I told you, I’m fine.”

“And I told you that I have your mother’s permission to examine you, so I’m afraid this is going to happen whether you want it or not,” said the doctor. His tone had changed from ‘friendly’ to ‘no nonsense’. “Look, Austin, we can do this here or at the hospital. It’s up to you.”

“The hospital?” Austin tried to fight down a rising wave of panic. “Why would I need to go to the hospital?”

“I told you,” said the doctor, patiently. “We need to get to the bottom of these stomach problems that you’ve been having. If you don’t let me examine you here, then I will have to refer you to the hospital. You’ll probably be in there several days; the tests that they would want to do would be quite extensive and some of them would be a little uncomfortable. Do you know what a colonoscopy is?”

Austin gave a shake of his head. It didn’t sound like anything he would want to experience.

“Basically, it involves pushing a camera up your bottom to have a look at what’s going on inside. I don’t think you’d enjoy it very much, which is why I strongly suggest that you cooperate and let me examine you here in your bedroom.”

“Up my bottom?” The panic was getting harder to control. Austin decided that this had gone far enough and it was time to come clean. His mother would probably skin him alive and ground him for the rest of his life, but even that would be better than having things pushed up his arse. He took a deep breath. “I was faking,” he said. “I wasn’t really ill. I was pretending to be ill so that I wouldn’t have to go to school to do a stupid history test. It was the same all those other times. I was faking it then as well.” The boy braced himself ready for an angry lecture about wasting the doctor’s time.

Surprisingly, though, the doctor didn’t look angry. He just smiled and shook his head. “Stop being silly. Pretending that a problem isn’t there won’t make it go away. Now are you going to let me examine you or should I arrange for you to be admitted to hospital?”

“But I really was faking it.”

“Austin!”

The boy couldn’t believe his. He’d told the truth and the doctor hadn’t believed him. The man obviously thought that he was now lying in order to get out of being examined. Shit! Now what was he going to do? “If you examine me, you… won’t be putting anything up my bum?”

The doctor gave a short laugh. “Austin, I promise you that I will not be performing a colonoscopy on you. I don’t have the equipment to do that. I will, however, be giving you a very thorough examination.”

“So if I let you examine me now I won’t have to go to hospital?”

“As long as I don’t find any problems, I don’t think that at this present time there will be any need for further investigations.”

“OK.” This really did suck, but the boy realized that he had no choice. The truth hadn’t worked, and he certainly didn’t want to spend two or three days in hospital with a camera up his arse. Besides, was it really such a big deal? He’d get naked, let the doctor prod and poke him, and in a few minutes it would all be over. Swallowing nervously, he raised his backside up from the bed and used one hand to ease down his shorts, while using the other hand to cover his privates. When the shorts fell to ground, he kicked them off his feet and sat self-consciously on the bed, looking at the doctor, his legs pressed together and his hands clasped protectively over his groin.

“I can hardly examine you like that,” said the doctor, with a chuckle. He stepped closer and with a quick sweep of his arm he removed the bedclothes from the bed, leaving only the bottom sheet. “Lie on your back for me and let’s have those hands out of the way. Put them up behind your head.”

Austin had never been particularly inhibited about his body; he had no problem at all stripping off for the showers at school – he had a good, toned body for his age and he knew he measured up well against most of his classmates in terms of what he had between his legs. However, being naked and on full display in front of an adult, even if that adult was a doctor, was nothing like being naked in the school showers. The boy had never felt so exposed, especially when the doctor took his ankles and pulled them apart towards the corners of the bed, spreading his legs.

“That’s better,” said Doctor Redway, brightly. “Now I can get to almost everything I need to.”

Austin had thought that he couldn’t possibly feel any more embarrassed, but he was about to be proved wrong. The bedroom door, which the doctor had left ajar, swung open and the boy’s mother walked in. If she were in any way surprised to see her fourteen-year-old son lying naked and exposed on his bed she managed to hide it well. “I’ve found these. Will they be any good?” She held up a couple of clear-plastic cups.

“Mum!” Austin gave a shriek. His hands flew to cover his groin, even though his mother must have already seen everything he had, and he curled into a ball. “I’m naked! Get out!”

“They’ll be perfect, Mrs Taylor. Thanks,” said the doctor, ignoring the teen’s protests. He took the cups from the woman, stacked them one inside the other, and put them on Austin’s bedside cabinet. “Ah, I see you found a tape-measure as well. Thank you.” He put the tape beside the cups.

“Muuuuum!” Austin wailed. “Just go.”

“Oh, stop being so silly, Austin, and stop making such a fuss,” said the woman, impatiently. “Dr Redway has asked me to stay and watch while he examines you.”

“He’s what?” Austin’s mouth fell open and for a long moment he was completely lost for words. His mother was going to stay and watch while he was examined? While he was examined naked? “N… No way!” he finally managed to stutter.

“I have indeed asked your mother to stay and observe,” said the doctor, calmly. “So if you would please return to the position you were in a moment ago, Austin, we’ll make a start.”

“Not while she’s here,” said Austin. “I’m not being examined with her watching.”

The doctor gave a sigh. “Fine,” he said. He reached into his pocket and took out his mobile phone. “I’m not going to argue with you any longer. I think we’ve wasted enough time. I’ll call the hospital and arrange for you to be admitted. Let them deal with you. The nurses there won’t take any nonsense from you. They’ll strip you naked whether you agree or not, right in front of your mother. And then it won’t just be your mother who will see you naked. It will be the doctors and the nurses and probably the medical students as well.” He started to press buttons, dialling the number.

“Wait! No, don’t!” Austin was now in a real panic. This couldn’t be happening. “Don’t call the hospital,” he begged. “I’ll do it. I’ll let you examine me.” He rolled onto his back and, with a huge effort, he forced himself to uncurl. Then, closing his eyes, he opened his legs and uncovered his groin, moving hands back behind his head and completely exposing his entire body to both the doctor and his mother.

“OK, that’s better, Austin. Now open your eyes,” said the doctor. “I want you to keep your eyes open throughout the examination.”

Fuck! This just wasn’t fair. Austin opened his eyes to see both the doctor and his mother standing over him, looking down at his naked body. His mother was looking at his dick. He wanted to curl up and die.

“Now,” said the doctor, matter-of-factly, “I’d like you to show me exactly where you’ve been having these tummy pains.”

Austin suppressed a sigh. “I already told you,” he said, miserably. “I didn’t really have any pains. I was making it up. I was pretending.” He tried to avoid looking at his mother, but, in spite of himself, he felt his eyes pulled in her direction. She showed no reaction other than a slight movement of her eyebrows and a tightening at the corner of her mouth.

“I see,” said the doctor. “Well, if you don’t want to tell me, I’d better do a thorough check.” He lowered himself to sit on the edge of the bed and then began to methodically feel around Austin’s stomach, pressing with his fingers. “Tell me if there is any discomfort,” he said.

What was the use? Austin stared despondently at the ceiling and prayed for it to be over. How had he got himself into this mess? He’d tried coming clean and telling the truth and that had done no good at all. And now he wasn’t even allowed to close his eyes and try to pretend that this nightmare wasn’t happening. He was naked in front of his mother. Shit! She hadn’t seen him naked since… he couldn’t remember, but it was years and years ago. Now he had to lie there, right in front of her, with his dick and balls and everything on show. This was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to him.

The boy found himself holding his breath as the doctor’s probing fingers moved lower. They were now pressing around his pubic region, right through the small patch of pubes of which he was so proud. Those fingers were almost touching his privates. No! Please don’t let him touch my dick, the boy prayed. Please don’t let him touch me down there with my mum watching!

Austin almost sighed with relief as the doctor’s hands bypassed his penis and pushed down between his inner thigh and his balls, first on one side and then the other. But his relief was short-lived. He gave a surprised gasp as the man took a hold of his dick and moved it aside, before gently but firmly grasping his balls with his other hand.

“Any pain or discomfort down here?” Dr Redway asked, rolling Austin’s balls between his fingers.

“No,” Austin squeaked. Shit! He sounded like a girl. “No,” he repeated, forcing his voice into a more normal range. He cringed when he saw his mother bending forwards as though to get a better a look at what the doctor was doing.

“Do you have discomfort down here when you’re having the stomach pains?” the doctor enquired.

“No,” Austin said again. By this stage he’d given up on trying to convince this stupid doctor that he hadn’t had any stomach pains.

“Hmm, OK. Lift your legs up for me.” The man got up from the bed and putting his hands behind Austin’s knees he started to lift.

“What are you going to do?” Austin asked, worried, as his legs were lifted and his knees pushed back towards his shoulders.

“I’m going to have a quick look at your bottom,” said the doctor.

“What? Why?” Austin didn’t like the sound of this. He found himself lying back with his legs pulled right up and his arse cheeks spread, revealing the one place that up until now had remained private.

“Don’t worry. It’ll only take a few seconds.” The doctor gave a reassuring smile, then reached into the bag that he’d placed a nearby chair. He tore open a small packet, and took something from it, which he rolled down over one of his fingers. It looked like a single finger taken from some sort of white glove.

Why a single finger? Austin wondered. Then he suddenly realised what was about to happen. “You said you wouldn’t be putting anything in my bottom.”

“I said that if you cooperated, you wouldn’t need to go to hospital for a colonoscopy,” said the doctor. “But I do need to give you a quick internal examination. It’s nothing for you to worry about.”

Nothing to worry about? He was lying there with his legs in the air and everything that he had on display and this guy was about to push a finger into his arse. As far as Austin was concerned, this definitely was something to worry about. But what choice did he have? Better a finger than a fucking camera, right?

The doctor efficiently tore open a small sachet and squeezed the contents out onto his gloved finger. He touched the fingertip to Austin’s arsehole, causing the boy to draw in a quick, sharp breath.

“Cold?” The doctor gave a smile. “It’ll warm up in a second.” He began to rub his fingertip up and down over the boy’s hole.

No one had ever touched Austin back there before and it felt damned weird. It was strange and scary being touched in that most private place, but at the same time it caused him to feel a surprising tingle of excitement, particularly in his dick. Oh God! Please don’t let him get hard. Not now. Not in front of his mother.

The doctor continued to massage the boy’s hole with the lubricating gel for several seconds, then he began to increase the pressure from his fingertip.

The tingly feeling had disappeared. In fact, it was quickly starting to feel very uncomfortable. “Owww!” the boy complained.

“Relax, Austin,” said the man, his voice soft and calm. “The more you relax, the easier it will be.”

Austin tried to relax. He really did. But how the hell are you supposed to relax when someone is shoving a finger up your bum and it hurts like hell? “Oooh! He moaned. “It hurts.”

“Almost there,” said the doctor. He pushed harder, causing the young teen to grimace. But then, suddenly, the finger slipped inside and most of the discomfort eased. Austin was finally able to obey the instruction to relax. It still felt damned weird, having a finger moving around inside him, but at least it no longer hurt so much. “Good boy,” said the doctor.

For the next half minute or so – it felt much longer – Austin endured the strange sensation of the probing digit inside his arsehole. Disturbingly, it was once more starting to feel good, and once again he could feel that tingle in his cock. He tried to ignore the feeling and think about other things. He thought about Mrs Edwards, and the History test that he’d avoided. But the image of grouchy old Mrs Edwards that he’d formed in his head shattered as he felt his dick twitch. Oh no! Please, no! Then, mercifully, the finger was withdrawn from his hole. It was over.

The doctor produced a damp tissue that he used to clean around Austin’s hole, then he unrolled the finger-glove and dropped it and the tissue into a small polythene bag. “All done,” he said. “You can put your legs down now.”

Gratefully, Austin lowered his legs back down onto the bed. Then he realised that being once again flat on his back put his groin back on display. And although he wasn’t hard, he was definitely a little chubbier than he had been at the start of the examination. Maybe his mother wouldn’t notice.

“I see you’ve started to become a little excited,” said the doctor, brightly. He casually reached down and began to run his finger lightly back and forth over Austin’s penis causing it to twitch and quickly swell and straighten into a full erection. “Don’t worry,” he grinned. “It’s a natural reaction.”

Austin felt like his face was about to burst into flame. No one had ever seen his boner before. Being in this condition in front of the doctor was bad enough. But, much worse, his mother was standing there, right next to the doctor getting a really good view. She’d seen him naked and hard, He’d never be able to look her in the face again.

“Let’s have you on your feet,” said Doctor Redway. He took hold of Austin’s wrist, pulling him up.

In a daze, the young teen followed the doctor’s instructions and got to his feet, standing beside the bed. He was all too aware of the stiff shaft of his erect cock pointing up and out from his body like a flagpole without a flag. For some reason it felt stiffer and harder than it had ever felt before as though it had a mind of its own and was determined to embarrass and humiliate him to the absolute maximum. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die.

“Hmm, let’s have a look at you,” said the doctor. He put his hands on the boy’s shoulders and turned him in a slow circle. “You’re a good-looking young man,” said the doctor, when Austin was once more facing the two adults. “You appear to be developing well, and it’s obvious you enjoy sports. It’s just a shame that you have to suffer with these recurrent tummy problems. We really do need to get to the bottom of it.”

“But I told you, I was…”

“Don’t worry. We’ll get you sorted out,” said the doctor, with a smile, interrupting Austin’s attempt to point out, once again, that he’d been feigning illness. The man lowered himself to sit on the bed and pulled Austin to stand in front of him. “Now, let’s check you out properly down here and make sure that you don’t have any problems.” Taking a gentle but firm hold on Austin’s erection, he pulled it down until it was pointing out horizontally and then proceeded to feel along it, squeezing and probing along the shaft with his fingers.

Austin stared straight ahead, focussing on a section of the bedroom wall behind the doctor’s head. This is not happening! This is a bad a dream and I’m going to wake up in minute! But he knew it wasn’t a dream. It really was happening. He was standing naked in front of his mother while his hard cock was touched and examined in minute detail. And what made things even worse was that the handling was making him harder than ever.

“Everything looks fine,” said the doctor. He slid the boy’s foreskin all the way back and proceeded to examine the sensitive head, running his fingertip lightly around the crown and then gently squeezing the head to open up the pee-hole. The attention caused Austin to gasp and squirm involuntarily and he tried to take a step back.

“Stand still, Austin,” said the doctor, keeping hold of the organ and stopping the boy’s retreat. “I know it feels a bit strange, but I have to check you out properly, and I’m almost done.”

Austin wondered how the head of his dick could possibly be connected to pains in his stomach. But he knew that any complaints he made would be ignored. All he could do was stand there and wait for this humiliating experience to be over.

At last, it seemed that the doctor was satisfied. He released the boy’s erection, allowing it to spring back up to a sixty degree angle. The man turned his head to look at Austin’s mother. “Mrs Taylor, could you pass me the measuring tape that you found, please.”

“Sure, here you go.” The boy’s mother picked up the tape-measure from the bedside cabinet and handed it to the doctor.

The doctor accepted the tape and then, to Austin’s horror, he once more pulled the boy’s dick down to a horizontal position and used the tape to measure the length of the erect organ. “Just over four and a half inches,” he said, brightly. “I think that’s about average for your age. Luckily it would appear that all of the tummy problems that you’re having are not affecting your development.” He raised his head, and gave Austin a dry smile. “Not up to now, anyway,” he continued. “But maybe it’s something that I should ask your mother to keep an eye on. She could check your measurements say once a month.”

“What? No!” Completely panic- stricken Austin looked from the doctor to his mother, who was watching him with a tight-lipped expression, then back to the doctor. “No! You can’t! I mean… there’s no need.” The idea of his mother touching and measuring his hard dick was something that Austin couldn’t even bear to contemplate. “Please!” He whined.

“We’ll see,” said the Doctor. “But if the stomach problems continue, it’s something we will have to seriously consider.”

“They won’t. I’m going to be fine from now on,” said Austin quickly. He was sure he saw the corner of the doctor’s mouth twitch.

“Well, I’m not yet convinced that there is no problem,” said the man. “I’m going to complete today’s examination, just to be sure.” He began to slowly roll up the tape-measure. “I need to see you walk, Austin. I’d like to check your posture to see if that could be a factor in your problem. Walk across the bedroom for me and then come back.”

“Walk?” The boy looked at the doctor as though he were making some sort of joke.

“Yes, walk,” said the doctor. “You know, move forwards by putting one foot in front of the other.” He gave a smile. “Off you go,” he said, waving his hand vaguely in the direction of the opposite side of the bedroom.

Austin hesitated for a moment more, still trying to digest the instruction and think what could possibly be the point of making him walk across the room. Then he gave a sort of half shrug and turned. Slowly, he started to walk, automatically moving his hands protectively in front of his pointing boner.

“Stop! Hold it!” The doctor called out. “Austin, I need to see you walk normally,” he explained. “I’m sure you don’t normally walk with your hands clasped in front of your penis. If you do, then you do have a problem.”

Reluctantly, Austin lowered his hands to his sides. He walked steadily across the room, which was only about five paces, then turned and walked back to stand in front of the doctor, all the time trying to not to think about the fact that his hard cock was standing out from his groin. He especially avoided looking at his mother.

“That’s better,” said the doctor. “Off you go again. I’ll tell you when to stop.”

Realizing that objections would gain him nothing and only delay the inevitable, Austin began to walk backwards and forwards across his bedroom floor, his hard cock bobbing in front of him. This was the most humiliating thing he had ever had to do in his life. As he approached the far wall for the second time, he heard a sharp in-drawing of breath and a gasped “Oh wow!” Without thinking, he spun towards the source of the sound. The bedroom door stood open. His mother had left it open when she’d entered the room. In the doorway stood Austin’s younger brother, David. The eleven-year-old was wide-eyed and wore a disbelieving grin.

Austin’s hands immediately flew down to cover his groin, though this was only partially effective, given that he was sporting a raging boner and two hands will only cover so much. “Get out!” he shouted.

David just stood there. “You’re naked,” he gasped. His grin broadened and he gave a short giggle. “And you’ve got a stiffy.”

“Get out!” Austin roared. “Mum, tell him to go away!”

“Mum’s in there?” His eyes opening even wider, David stepped into the room until he could see his mother and the doctor. “Holy shit!”

“David Taylor, I don’t want to hear that kind of language!” the boys’ mother barked, glaring at her youngest son.

“Umm, sorry,” said David, his face reddening. “It just sort of slipped out. Why is Austin walking around naked with his you-know-what all hard?”

“Austin is being examined by Dr Redway to try to find out why he’s been having so many stomach problems. That is why he’s undressed,” Mrs Taylor explained. “And you’ll be ‘sort of’ joining him if I hear any more bad language from you.”

“Sorry,” David repeated, now looking distinctly nervous as he shot glances at Austin.

“Tell him to get out,” Austin pleaded, still trying to hide his privates as best he could.

“Austin, stop making such a fuss,” the woman replied, impatiently. “David, where’s Ashleigh? Didn’t she walk home from school with you?”

Austin froze, staring out of the bedroom door to the landing expecting his sister to appear at any moment. His sister seeing him like this would be the worst thing ever. She’d tell all of her friends and it would be all over school.

“It’s Tuesday,” said David, with a shrug. “She has Chess Club after school on Tuesdays.”

Austin gave a sigh of relief. Thank goodness his sister was a nerd.

“Oh, yes, of course,” said their mother. “With all this going on, I’d forgotten what day it was.” She shook her head. “David, don’t you have some homework to do?”

“Aw, Mum, can’t I stay and watch?” David replied, with a grin at Austin. Austin gave his brother a threatening glare.

Their mother opened her mouth to reply, but the doctor cut her off. “Mrs Taylor, I have no objection to David staying to watch. In fact it might actually be a good idea. As well as helping sort out Austin’s stomach problems, it could prevent David developing similar stomach problems in the future.”

“Yes, I see what you mean,” the woman replied, thoughtfully. “OK, David, you can stay. Just be quiet and keep out of the way.”

“No, Mum. Please!” Austin begged. “This is private.” There was no way he wanted his little brother standing around watching while he was being examined naked.

“Austin, I don’t want to hear anymore from you,” his mum said, her voice firm.

David appeared to be still thinking about what the doctor had said about him developing his own stomach problems and trying to make sense of it. “If I stay, I won’t have to get undressed, will I?” he asked, nervously.

The doctor gave a chuckle. “No, you won’t have to get undressed. Not today, anyway. You’ll just watch.”

“OK,” said David. He gave a cautious smile. He clearly wasn’t happy about the ‘not today’ part of the doctor’s reply.

“Right, Austin, let’s get back to the walking,” said the doctor. “A couple more lengths of the room, I think.”

Austin gritted his teeth, dropped his hands to his sides, once more exposing himself, and started to walk. What else could he do? This wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. But if he dug his heels in and created a fuss he knew he would end up in even more trouble and still have to do as he was told anyway. His erection, which had started to go down, poked out in front of him and swung from side to side as he walked creating an odd feeling at his groin and reminding him, with every step he took, just how humiliated he was.

“I think that will do. Thank you, Austin,” said the doctor, after dragging the boy’s embarrassment for a long couple of minutes. “I can’t see any problems with your gait and posture, so we need to look elsewhere for the problem. Come back over here.”

Austin once more approached the doctor, who was still seated on the bed. As soon as he was in range, the man reached out and took hold of the boy’s semi-hard penis and used it as a handle to pull the young teen closer. Then, still keeping a firm hold on Austin’s dick, the doctor began a thorough examination of the youngster’s balls with his other hand.

“Have you experienced any testicular discomfort?” the doctor asked, gently rolling Austin’s balls under his fingers.

“N.. no,” Austin replied. Damn, his cock was getting fully hard again. Why did this guy have to keep touching it?

“Hmm, how often do you masturbate?” the doctor asked, with a frown. He looked up at the boy. “I assume you do masturbate?”

“Wha…,” Austin’s felt his face turning crimson. “Why do you need to know that?” he managed to say. This was certainly not something he wanted to talk about in front of his mother.

The doctor’s frown turned into a smile. “You’re a teenager, Austin. Your body is in overdrive, producing hormones that will cause you to feel a strong sexual urge. Sometimes, when those urges are not satisfied, it can lead to some aching and discomfort down here.” He gently squeezed Austin’s balls to indicate exactly which part of the boy’s body he was referring to. “It’s possible that discomfort in this area can sometimes be felt in the lower stomach. That’s why I need to know whether you masturbate in order to relieve the sexual tension.”

Austin swallowed hard. “I guess I do,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.

“How often would you say you do it?”

The boy’s lips moved, but no sound came out. This was just too embarrassing.

“Speak up, Austin. Answer the doctor’s question,” Mrs Taylor said, sharply.

“M… mostly every day,” the boy managed to get out.

“And have you masturbated today?”

“No.” Austin could feel his mother’s eyes burning into his naked skin.

“When did you do it last?”

Shit! Were these stupid, embarrassing questions never going to end. “Last night.”

“I see,” said the doctor. He finally released his hold on Austin’s erection and balls and, easing Austin to one side, he stood up. Reaching for the plastic cups that he’d earlier placed on the bedside cabinet, he separated them, returned one to the cabinet top and then held the other out to Austin. “I’m going to need a semen sample from you,” he said.

Accepting the cup, Austin stared vacantly at it while his brain tried, unsuccessfully, to process the doctor’s words. A semen sample? What was that? What was he expected to do with this cup?

The doctor put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Sit yourself down on the bed,” he said. He waited until Austin had followed the instruction. “Now, I would you like you to masturbate and to ejaculate into that cup.”

It took a few moments for this to register in Austin’s numbed brain. Then he suddenly realised what was being demanded of him. The doctor wanted him to jack off and catch his cum in the cup. But surely that couldn’t be right? He couldn’t be expected to do that sitting here, with all of them watching him? Austin’s eyes went to the doctor, who was smiling at him, calm and confident. He looked at his mother, arms folded in front her, a stern, no-nonsense expression on her face. He looked at his younger brother, who was grinning excitedly as though all of his Christmases had come at once. And he realised that that was exactly what he was expected to do. They wanted him to jack off in front of them. Well, no way! “I can’t,” he croaked. He forced himself to swallow and tried to make his voice more confident. “And you can’t make me.” He was immediately aware of his mother’s expression hardening, and he braced himself for battle.

The doctor gave a casual shrug, as though this refusal to cooperate didn’t bother him at all. “That’s not a problem. If you’d rather not masturbate yourself, someone could do it for you,” he said. “It’s up to you. It’s just a matter of someone stimulating your erect penis by stroking it until you ejaculate. I could it for you. Or your mum could do it. Or, if you would rather, maybe David would be willing to help you out.” He looked at the younger brother.

David looked surprised and then gave a combination of a grimace and a giggle. “No way,” he said. “I’m not touching his thing.” But his eyes glued to Austin’s erection, his tongue flicking nervously across his lips, and his hand making small twitching movements at his side all seemed to indicate that perhaps he wasn’t quite as averse to touching Austin’s ‘thing’ as he claimed. The small but definite tent in the front of his school trousers provided additional evidence that his reluctance was mostly for show.

Austin looked around in horror. He was being given the choice of jacking off or being jacked off by someone else. What was he going to do? He wasn’t sure he could take the embarrassment of wanking himself in front of his mother. But what was the alternative? He couldn’t deny that the doctor’s hand on his dick had felt good, in a weird sort of way. But no way was he going to let the guy make him shoot. And the idea of mother doing it for him was just sick. Having David do it seemed the least objectionable. But it would still happen in front of his mother and the doctor. Besides, if he told them that he wanted his brother to jack his dick for him, it would make him appear gay. “It’s not fair,” he muttered, miserably.

“Lots of things in life are not fair,” said his mother. “Using lies to manipulate people is not fair. Wasting people’s time is not fair. I suggested you forget about what is fair and concentrate on providing the doctor with the sample that he’s asked for. I’m sure you don’t want to be still sitting there with everything on display when Ashleigh arrives home. Unless, of course, you want to have your sister watch as you provide the sample.”

“You wouldn’t let Ashleigh watch?” Austin felt his mouth go dry.

“I think she’d find it quite educational,” said his mother. “But it’s up to you. You can wait until she gets here on get on with it now.”

Austin could tell from his mother’s expression that she would indeed allow Ashleigh to watch. Having his thirteen-year-old sister watching and giggling as he jacked off, then getting straight onto her phone and telling all her friends about it wasn’t something he wanted to think about. It was bad enough having David watching, but at least Austin knew he could threaten to beat the shit out of the runt if he ever told anyone. He couldn’t threaten his sister – she’d only laugh at him. No, he had to get this over with before she got home. Trying not to think about what he was doing, he wrapped his trembling fingers around his cock and started to stroke.

Once he got going he found that it was actually easier than he’d expected. All he had to do was forget about the doctor and his mother and brother and pretend that he was alone in his bedroom. He’d done this so many times before, sprawled naked on his bed, flicking through the pages of his ‘Teen Babes’ magazine while he stroked his hand up and down his hard shaft. ‘Teen Babes’ was safely secreted under his mattress, the mattress that he was currently sitting on, and taking it out would land him in a whole shitload of trouble. So on this occasion he would have to make do with his imagination and his memories of those glorious colour pages. He closed his eyes and thought about his favourite picture: the centrefold. Like most of the girls in the mag, ‘Becka” looked to be in her twenties; hardly a ‘teen babe’, but Austin thought she was hot. He liked her big tits and he loved the way she posed with her legs spread and her fingers touching her pussy. He imagined how it would feel to push his cock up between those fingers, right up inside her. What would it feel like to have that tight pussy wrapped around his cock? He groaned. “Oh yeah!” he muttered to himself. “So good!” He stroked his cock faster, imagining himself ploughing into ‘Becka’, making her moan, like those girls in the porn vid that he watched on Mike Parson’s computer had moaned while they were being fucked. So fucking hot. His hand was now pounding furiously up and down his shaft. Take it, bitch. Take it all. He could feel his orgasm building. He was ready to cum. “Oh shit! Oh fuck!”

Austin remembered where he was and opened his eyes just in time to position the plastic cup to catch the spurts of cum that shot from his throbbing cock. Of course, opening his eyes also brought him back to reality and the knowledge that he’d just shot his load right in front of his mother. He sat there panting, his face glowing from a combination of orgasm and complete humiliation while the doctor leaned down, took charge of the cup and, pushing Austin’s hand aside, took hold of the boy’s spent dick and milked out the final drops of cum.

“Well done, Austin,” said the doctor, standing up. “You’ve produced a nice sample.” He stared down into the cup.

“I think that later this evening you and I are going to have a chat about your language, young man,” said the boy’s mother, coolly.

Austin looked his mother open-mouthed. She’d just watched him jack off and all she was worried about was his language? He could hardly believe it.

“That was so cool,” said David. He was looking at his older brother in open admiration. The tent in his trousers was now more prominent that ever. Austin gave his brother a cold look. He wondered whether David had even known how to jack off before today. Well, he certainly knew now. Austin had no doubts that as soon as he got out of here the little perv would shut himself in his bedroom and wank until his dick fell off – probably all the time fantasizing about his naked older brother. What a sicko!

“The semen sample looks fine,” said the doctor. Austin wondered how he could tell it was fine just by looking at it. “Now I need just one more sample from you,” he continued. He handed Austin the second cup. “I need a urine sample. It might be better if you were stand up for this one.”

“You mean you want me to pee in this cup?”

“That’s exactly what I want.”

“Can I go to the bathroom?”

The doctor shook his head. “No, you can do it here. And I need to see you do it, so no turning away.”

“No turning away? You mean you’re going to watch me do it?” Peeing wasn’t anything like as bad as having to jack off, but Austin still wasn’t happy about doing it in front of an audience. “I don’t know if I can do it with you all watching me.”

“I would suggest that you try,” said the doctor. “As your mother pointed out, your sister will be home soon, and you’re still naked.”

“Yes, and I think she’s bringing her friend Natalie with her,” said Austin’s mother. “She asked if Natalie could come for tea tonight.”

“Oh God!” Austin quickly got to his feet and, holding the plastic cup in front of his penis, he tried to pee. “Come on,” he said to himself, desperate to get this over with before his sister and her friend appeared. He knew that as soon as Ashleigh got in, she would either go looking for her mother or head for her room. Either would mean her coming upstairs. And as his bedroom door still stood open, there was no way she could miss what was happening inside. “Come on,” he said again. He tried to forget his audience and think about running water; anything to get himself started. But it wouldn’t come. He was getting desperate, shuffling from one foot to the other. Then, just as he thought he’d never be able to start, he got a dribble. The dribble turned into a stream, and he sighed with relief as pee splashed into the cup.

The boy produced about half a cupful before the stream stopped. Red-faced, he handed the cup to the doctor, who looked at it critically and then put it aside. “That looks normal,” he said. He turned to Austin’s mother. “I’m still not convinced that the stomach pains are not connected with testicular discomfort in some way. It may be a good idea to consider having Austin undergo a period of supervised masturbation, especially if these mysterious pains were to reoccur.”

“That sounds like a good idea,” said the boy’s mother, looking knowingly at Austin. “Maybe his sister will be home to watch next time.”

“Oh God! No, Mum! Please,” Austin blanched. Were they going to make him jack off again, in front of Ashleigh?

“We’ll see how it goes,” said the woman, with a smile. “Maybe your stomach will be better from now on and we won’t need to do that.”

Austin gave a sigh of relief. He was safe, since he never intended to feign illness again, as long as he lived. But then something occurred to him. “But what if I have real stomach pains? What if I’m really ill?”

“If you’re really ill, that’s a different matter,” said the doctor. “Everyone gets ill from time to time and when that happens your mother will be here to look after you. And, if necessary, she will call myself or one of my colleagues and we’ll do everything we can to make you better. People who are really ill will always be properly cared for. Young men who pretend to be ill in order to avoid history tests are a different matter.”

Austin felt his face colouring. They’d known all along, even before he’d admitted it. This whole thing had been a sham, just to humiliate him.

“I hope today’s taught you something, Austin,” the doctor continued. “Pretending to be ill not only wastes your mother’s time and my time but it can be dangerous, for two reasons. Firstly, trying to find the cause of a pretend illness can get you into all sorts of difficulties, as you’ve seen today. Imagine if I’d really believed you had a problem and whisked you off into hospital for all sorts of unpleasant tests. Secondly, if you pretend too often, people will stop believing you. Then one day, when you are really ill, you might not get the treatment you need because people will think you are still pretending. Do you understand?”

Austin gave an embarrassed nod. The lecture was nearly as bad as some of the other stuff had been. Well, maybe not.

“Good,” said the doctor. “So let’s make this last time that you need to be taught this lesson.” He started to collect his things and put them into his bag.

Austin looked around, spotted his shorts and reached for them.

“Hold it! What do you think you’re doing, young man?” his mother demanded.

“I’m getting dressed.”

“Oh no you’re not.” The woman pulled the shorts from Austin’s hands. “You can stay like you are for the rest of the evening. I think you still need some reinforcement, and I’m sure your dad will have some things to say to you when he gets home.”

“But I can’t stay naked,” Austin protested. “I’m hungry. I need to get dressed to go down for tea.”

“No you don’t. You can go down as you are.”

“But Ashleigh will be home, and you said she’s bringing a friend.”

The woman smiled. “I somehow doubt that the sight of a boy’s penis will shock them into insensibility. You’re staying naked, Austin and, like it or not, you will come down for tea naked.”

“I won’t,” Austin pouted. “I’ll do without tea. If I can’t get dressed I’m staying up here in my room.”

Mrs Taylor sighed and looked at the doctor, who had watched the exchange with an amused expression. “Dr Redway, how long would you say that we need to continue to supervise Austin’s masturbation?”

“Oh, I’d say as long as you feel it’s necessary, Mrs Taylor,” the doctor replied, straight-faced.

“No! Alright, you win! I’ll come down naked.” Austin hung his head.

“I thought you might,” said his mother. She stroked his hair, affectionately. “I’ve a strange feeling that we’re going to see a huge improvement in your behaviour from now on. Don’t you think?”

“Yes, Mum,” said Austin, meekly. Totally naked, he went out onto the landing and down the stairs.

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