By Willy Wanka
Copyright 2016 by Willy Wanka, all rights reserved
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* * * * *Chapter Three – Family Business
Martin Johnson was more than embarrassed. He felt bitter and afraid of what's to come next.
After his Aunt Margret and that quack Dr. Phillips hurt him so badly, but they weren't even finished.
„Oh Martin, don't cry like a little boy!“ Aunt Margret's voice kindly chirped from over his restrained body. „“We just try to help you. Don't you see that there is a medical condition we have to take care of seriously?“ She gently stroked Martin's head as to ease the boy's pain.
When Dr. Phillips saw that, she immediately stopped Aunt Helen's actions and rummaged through her medic bag.
„Wait, don't touch his hair! We don't want you to get some lice as well, are we?“
With that Dr. Phillips rubbed some strange smelling foam over Martin's entire body and even into his hair. The awful smell became irrelevant, when a stinging sensation kicked in. The itching was horrible and made the boy feel very uncomfortable.
His aunt asked her friend with a trace of honest concern: „Monica, are you sure about this?“
„Absolutely!“, the woman answered with a defending smile „If those lice are in his hair, we won't get rid of them otherwise...“
The female doctor took a sponge out and started to collect all the foam from the boys naked body.
She took no care and more ungentle tugged his erect and tormented penis more than once with the sponge. When she noticed Martin's discomfort about this, she grinned and started slapping the boy's raging member several times with the sponge.
Martin froze in horror: Together with the foam, that old hag scraped all his pubic hair off his body.
The previously white colored foam had become a melange of grey, mixed with his body hair and he realized, what that same stinging feel on his head meant...
„Oh god! NO!“ Martin yelped... „You took my hair off?“
„Yes, young man!“, Miss Phillips answered in a professional and non-empathic tone while she wiped the boy's body thoroughly „all of them has to be gone. Look, a bald head is very trendy at this time and it's not that you had much of them anyway“ she spoke referring to his military short hairstyle he wore before. „Don't worry, I am sure they will grow back soon. Look boy, It's absolutely necessary to get rid of these lice, don't you agree?“
Martin just couldn't answer. Tears running down his face, sure to look like baby now, without hair on his body and even a bald head. It was a horrible thought and he felt desperate.
„Don't make a fuzz now, Martin!“ His Aunt's threatening voice snarled at him.
And Martin just nodded while the doctor moved to his head and removed his hair from a now shiny red bald head.
„I am going to open the restrains now, are you going to behave?“ Doc Phillips asked.
Martin nodded, he just wanted to get out of here as soon as possible without getting another spanking or further torments. The doctor opened the restrains on that gyn-chair and then gestured the boy to stand up. „Come with me, you need to take a shower, I can't get that foam off completely with that sponge.“ And Martin, still crying silently over the loss of his hair, followed her to the bathroom.
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About half an hour later at the House of his Aunt Martin couldn't even remember his walk home.
It all had become a blur of images that were merely connected to each other.
His Aunt parading him through the street in his birthday suite, his hairless body exposed while he felt so damn weak, A car passing by and giving a honk to the bizarre view and a young girl with sunglasses waving from the passenger seat. But as far as he could remember this was the only occasion they might have been seen.
When they returned the girls weren't at home. Aunt Margret handed him one of the pills from Doc Phillips and handed him some water. Martin swallowed the pill, drank out the glass and then ran upstairs to his room to get away from his aunt. But Aunt Margret followed him immediately and - armed with some rubber gloves - she started to put all of Martin's clothes out of his closet and into a black trash bag. His most beloved Jeans were taken away as well as all of his underwear.
„What are you doing?“ Martin barked at his aunt, fully aware of the danger he was in.
„These clothes are probably infected, as well as your bedsheets“, she stated while pulling the sheets and covers off his blanket and pillow and put them into the bag as well, „I am going to burn all these in the garden.“
„No! Please! Aunt Margret! Don't burn my clothes!“
His aunt snapped at him: „Shut up! Didn't you listen to what the doctor said? Don't you even care about your health? You are really a filthy little boy. I am going to burn them, end of the story! You won't need any clothes for the next weeks anyway!“
And with that she ran out of the room, leaving the boy shocked and desperate.
There he stood in the center of his room, naked, bald and without anything left to cover.
Doomed to stay like this for the upcoming weeks! Weeks! But the world had no mercy with the boy and while he stood there pity himself, the door downstairs opened and the voices of little girls echoed through the house.
Hastily he jumped forwards to the door of his room and closed it. He looked around in his room and found not a single piece of clothing left to cover his nakedness.
He sat down on his bed. Martin felt afraid and unsure what to do. Outside he heard the footsteps of the girls running upstairs from the hallway, over the floor, passing his room, stopping for a moment, but then disappear. He heard the girls giggle and talk and to his utter horror he heard voices of girls that weren't familiar. The girls must have brought some of their friends with them.
To his relief the voices disappear and he heard the door close behind them. His heart was racing and he could feel it pounding in his ears still.
A bit later he heard the heavier footsteps of his aunt coming closer, but she passed his door as well and walked into the girls' room.
After a few seconds he heard the girls burst in laughter and then the voice of Aunt Margret getting louder and stern. He couldn't hear, what she was talking about, but he should have known better.
Of course Margret was explaining the girls what happened at the doctor. And it didn't take her long to knock on Martin's door shortly after. Martin was still on the bed, covering his nakedness with his hands and answered: „What?“
When the door finally opened, Martin froze. His aunt standing in the door surrounded by his sister, cousin and two more girls that Martin didn't know.
They all stared in anticipation at the naked boy that was sitting on the bed before them.
„What are you doing in here! No Aunt Margret! Please get those kids outta here!“ Martin squealed, shocked by the embarrassment to be exposed to those girls.
„Shh, Martin! You don't want me to give you another spanking! Especially not in front of Amelie and Denise“ she pointed to the two friends of his cousin.
They smiled wickedly as Martin looked at them.
The two brunettes looked like sisters. Both of them wearing the same tank-top and Jeans-shorts combination, one with a neon-yellow top, one in neon-pink. Both looked not older than 10.
Martin gulped and shut up. If stares could kill, all five of them would have died instantly.
The girls tried their best not to giggle, while aunt Margret spoke in a concerned tone.
„So there is Martin. As you can see, the poor boy is not allowed to wear clothes for a while and... yes my dear?“
Naomi pulled on aunt Margret's skirt to make a point about the urgency of her question.
„Why is he bald?“ his sister asked in a mix of concern and amusement.
„Like I told you before,“ Aunt Margret explained „your brother is infected with a very serious tribe of lice and since they nest in clothes, body orifices and hair, it's only the best for him to be shaved and naked for a while, to get rid of these nasty creatures. I hope we all can deal with this in a mature way. Can we do this girls?“
She addressed this to all the little girls around her and they gleefully nod and assured Aunt Margret that they could handle this.
„So, as I told you, I will explain you now, how we have to deal with Martin's condition and what we can do to help him. Martin would you please come down with us to the kitchen?“ Aunt Margret chimed like a siren.
But ´enough is enough` Martin thought to himself and refused to obey.
„No Aunt Margret! Not with the kids around! Please! They are babies! I don't want to be naked in front of them! Look how they giggle! This is just wrong!“ Martin said with a whiny voice and a burning head. This made Aunt Margret angry and her face switched from the good willed generous Aunt to the furious angel of punishment that Martin had seen before. And before he could think twice or apologize she leaped forward and took Martin's left ear in a horrible grasp and pulled him off the bed. He tried desperately to cover his privates with his hands, so didn't even try to defend against Aunt Margret’s torturous grip on his ear. All he could do was to follow her every move and she pulled him on his ear out of the room and dragged him downstairs. He tried his best not to stumble and awkwardly followed her down. Passing the girls who giggled like mad seeing his naked butt being paraded for them. His cousin gave his ass a light smack, when he passed her.
All while Aunt Margret ranted away:
„You disgraceful nasty boy! I do my best to help you and to make you feel better as fast as possible and you, you don't obey me, you behave like a brat in front of me and my daughter, you threatened to beat the little girls, you are filthy and full of lice. But I give you all my love and care tho, and still you behave like a spoiled and rebellious little kid! I think you're in for another spanking! How does that sound?“
She almost spat every word out like a curse, while Martin could do nothing but keep on running behind her, awkwardly pressing his palms against his crotch. His ear burned like fire. The girls followed them like little ducks follow her mother until they reached the kitchen.
„Get up on the counter-top!“ Aunt Margret barked at Martin, pointing at the central counter-top that was in the middle of the big kitchen. As shabby as the whole house was, the kitchen was a legacy of better times. And the flagship of it was the big and marvelous stone plated kitchen worktop in the center of the room. It had little steps on it's side to give easy access to a spinal friendly working for even smaller persons and the white wooden base full of cabinets and cupboards was crowned by a black marble plate. Martin stared at his Aunt in disbelief. „What? I won't sit on this!“ he said with a shaking voice.
„No Martin, you won't sit on this, you are going to lay down on the plate!“ Aunt Margret insisted „So get up there! Now!“ And with that she slapped him hard on his left buttock.
The girls watched this scene grinning and in excitement. Martin felt so bad. He stared at the plate before him and wondered how to get up there without taking both hands from his crotch. In addition to his embarrassment and humiliation he felt a tingling sensation occur between his legs. Why on earth did his member started to act now. Little did he know about the effects of the medication his aunt gave him earlier, but however, the awkwardness of the situation has just begun.
He tried to climb over the little stair to the counter-top and sat down on the corner with his legs dangling down. Still one hand between his legs and just when he wanted to put his right hand to his crotch as well, aunt Margret looked at him with her sternest face.
„Now stop touching you down there in front of me and the girls! Take your hands off your filthy parts!“
Martin looked at his aunt like a calf. His eyes widened in horror, especially now that he felt his penis growing behind his hands. „Please Aunt Margret, the girls are going to see...“
„At the moment, the girls see a boy fondling his private parts!“ the woman snapped in anger „what do you think is worse? Being naked is a natural thing and the only thing that makes you feel bad is your very unnecessary modesty. Stop being a pervert and take your hands away!“
Martin hesitated. The girls' eyes were fixated to his crotch, waiting in anticipation for the moment of being exposed.. Martin closed his eyes in embarrassment and obeyed his aunt.
When he felt the air between his legs, he knew he was completely naked and to his humiliation his penis was already on half-mast and still growing. It twitched on it's own, pumping itself up more and more into it's curved glory, while the girls stared at it gasping. His little sister Naomi was the first to burst out in laughter. The other three chimed in immediately.
Their reactions were a mix of loud giggles, laughs and comments like: „Ewww!“ „Look at that thing!?“ „Yuck! It moves on it's own!“
Martin's head became crimson.
He just tried to put his hands back to their protective position, but aunt Margret just took his shoulders and was shaking him angrily while yelling: „I knew it! You pervert! You've been playing with your banana thing in front of my girls and pleasured yourself! You really deserve a spanking!“
She was out of her mind. The girls looked at this, gasping and grinning, fighting with their chuckles to remain silent. But Martin could see the joy in their faces about his miserable situation. Those little devils really enjoyed Martin being in trouble.
„Enough is enough! Turn around“ And not waiting for Martin to comply, she forcefully shifted the boy on his belly and held him down with all her force. His stiff penis got painfully trapped between his belly and the hard surface. Martin yelped and tried to wiggle free but had no chance against the forceful grip of his aunt. With a free hand she opened a cupboard on the side of the counter-top and took out a wooden spoon.
Without further warning she started to thrash the hell out of Martin's butt.
THWACK „I told you...“ THWACK „..that you“ THWACK „filthy pervert“ THWACK „won't get THWACK „away with that!“ THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK...
The girls were staring at this scenery both in shock and with amazement. Naomi's face was a mask of laughter and uncertainty at the same time. Martin was howling. The wooden spoon left red marks on the poor boys bum. Soon his aunt came to reason and stopped beating the sobbing boy.
„So Martin, turn around now and behave!“ his aunt commanded satisfied.
Afraid of another beating Martin complied immediately. He turned around feeling relieved to release his crushed boner from under his belly, and the cold of the plate felt good as it was easing the pain on his butt cheeks. There he sat, naked and exposed, his face now wet with tears and much to him embarrassment with a still raging hard on in front of his aunt, his sister, his cousin and the two other girls. The humiliation was on it's boiling point. But this was far from over yet.
His aunt stared down at his throbbing penis in disgust. „I can't believe that crooked thing is still hard! How dare you?“ she snarled. And THWACK! Brought down the spoon hard right on the shaft of Martin's dick. The girls' eyes widened and they gasped in surprise and wonder.
Martin howled out like a wounded animal. His hand rushed forward and took hold of his hurting penis. „GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS AWAY!“
„No please No! Stop! That did hurt!“ Martin screamed in pain, still refusing to take his hands away.
„If you don't lose that erection I swear I am going to beat it silly until it goes down!“ his aunt yelled, ignoring the fact, that the pill she gave him made it impossible for the boy to lose this erection.
„I don't know why it is hard, I am not... I am.... I am not horny....please! Please maybe it's a side effect of my medication... I mean...this could be, couldn't it?“
Martin was scared to death and looking for a way out, but still didn't move his hands away.
SLAP!
His aunt slapped him hard across his face, leaving his left cheek reddening and burning.
„OUUWWW! Please Margret...“ Martin sobbed.
„Enough is enough, I won't discuss this anymore. Girls, please go and get me some of the clothesline-rope out of the cabinet over there!“ Aunt Margret ordered the girls, pointing to the big closet next to the kitchen door. Jessica, who knew what her mother wanted ran for the required object. „Thank you Jessica, now hold still Martin!“ she addressed to her nephew and began to wrap some of the rope around his ankles. She tied it tightly to the handles of the counter-top’s cabinet doors. After a few hand movements Martin couldn't move his legs the slightest bit. Then she took a firm hold of his wrists and while running along the worktop dragging Martin's arms with all her force away from his crotch. His dick sprang free again and bounced hard and throbbing in the air, a slight red welt on it's shaft. And now that Martin was dragged down in a lying position on the counter-top his dick was even more exposed than before. Making the girls giggle and point at it, whispering about it's weird shape. It pulsated and twitched on it's own from time to times. Aunt Margret pulled hard on Martin's wrist until the 15 year old was spread eagle and stretched out to his limit on the hard marble board. She then did the same to his wrists what she did to his ankles on the opposite side of the counter-top and after a few minutes the hairless boy was tied down tightly, naked and helpless on top of the cold plate in the center of the kitchen. His curved, uncircumcised dick, waving hard and excited in the air in front of the little girls and his aunt. Now he felt ridiculous.
„Aunt Margret! No! Please! Untie me! I feel horrible! I am sorry! I am so sorry for misbehaving! But please, let me go!“
The girls just couldn't stop laughing at Martin's embarrassing predicament. His sister who never saw him like this before felt a strange kind of power rising, that gave her spine some chuckles. The nine year old was sure that her brother was a pervert and now seeing this ugly thing between the boy's legs, she felt a mixture of pity and a trace of disgust for her brother. Jessica, Martin's cousin however just enjoyed the fact that her stupid boy cousin got a well deserved punishment for being a pervert. While the other two girls just loved to see a boy naked for their first time and were completely intrigued by that funny thing between his legs.
His aunt however ran for the hallway and in the moment she was out of the room his cousin Jessica ran for the wooden spoon. The other girls held their hands before their mouth when Jessica instantly started to whack at the poor boys unprotected erection. „Ouwww...stop that!“ Martin was begging silently. She was by far not that hard as her mother before, and she was more curiously playing around with Martin's penis. Poking and whacking it from side to side. She giggled in glee while the others held back their laughter with all their might. Naomi was so amazed by this, she wanted so badly to try this herself. Jessica hastily did put the spoon back and stood there innocently when Aunt Margret returned with the bag she received from Doctor Phillips.
She started to take out all the items and to place them on the oven. A strange looking glass or plastic device – Martin couldn't tell from his angle of view – with some rubber ball attached with a small hose to it's top. Some boxes of the pills he had before, and the horrible cotton swabs he remembered very well and two bottles of liquid. „So girls“, aunt Margret chimed „now I am going to teach you, how to treat Martin's condition“.
„Noooo! Please stop it aunt Margret! When you've been out, Jessica just did hit me with the wooden spoon on my penis! This is so wrong! They won't behave in a mature way!“ Martin begged his aunt.
„LIAR!“ Jessica yelled. „This is so not true!“ The 12 year old defended herself. „Ask the other girls, they can attest me that I did nothing to Martin. He just make things up!“ Jessica said and the other girls supported her. Naomi jumped in: „Oh Martin, why are you lying? Jessica did nothing to you or your peeshie! You are a naughty liar!“
Aunt Margret rose her arms in the air „Stop it NOW!“ she shouted „MARTIN JOHNSON! Why on earth do you make such things up? Why do you want to get Jessica in trouble? Did you learned no manners at all? And why should Jessica spank your disgusting banana at all? Is this what you want?“
Margret was in rage mode again and Martin became afraid again, hoping she would calm down before he was hurt again.
„Jessica!“ aunt Margret commanded.
„Yes, mum?“ her daughter replied.
„I think it's time to punish Martin for telling lies about you, don't you think?“
„Yes Mum!“ Jessica said and managed to keep her face straight, while feeling triumphant inside.
„So, let me think of a suitable punishment for this. What do you think, would you like to spank Martin's penis for being a perverted liar?“ aunt Margret grinned mischievously.
„NOOOO!“ Martin begged, trying to get up, but struggled with the bonds that tied him to the kitchen counter. „Noo please! Don't hit me there again!“
„YES!“ all the girls said in unison. „Yes, to do what he accused me of, seemed to be fair enough!“ Jessica said and smiled. Aunt Margret handed the wooden spoon to the 12 year old.
„Well then,“ she pointed at Martin's still raging penis, „Go ahead and teach your cousin some manners!“
„Thank you“ Jessica said politely and stepped on the little stair next to the counter. She looked at Martin's face for a moment, grinning broadly, then looked down to his twitching dick, then back to Martin „I am sorry cousin, but this is your own fault!“.
And with that she aimed for Martin's penis and swatted it not all too hard from side to side.
The impacts made almost wet fleshy sounds like slapping on raw meat. The pain was not too intense but Martin started to cry. The humiliation was unbearable. Jessica kept swatting away
PADD PADD PADD PADD PADD PADD
„HIT IT HARDER!“ Naomi bursted out. Martin froze in horror. Even aunt Margret started to giggle by the little girls cheering for harder swats.
„Nooo!“ Martin begged, but Jessica rose her arm back a bit more with each hit on the boy's dick. And the smacking became louder and more painful.
SMACK
„That's a really...“
SMACK
„...nasty and...“
SMACK
„...ugly, curved...“
SMACK
„...penis, that you...“
SMACK
„got there, Martin!“ Jessica mocked him, while beating the boy's stiff dick in delight.
SMACK
Martins penis got thrashed from side to side, waving around with each hit and bounced back like a jack in a box. His shaft was reddening quickly and the girls giggled by the sight of the dick getting thrashed without mercy.
Martin cried and sobbed loudly now, unable to defend against his cousins assault on his tormented cock. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
„OK, that's enough“ aunt Margret ordered and stopped the spanking. Martin's penis was now red and sore and he felt terrible. He just sobbed and didn't dare to say any word.
„But I wanna spank his willy too!“ Naomi complained.
Aunt Margret stroke her gently through her hair and replied: „Don't worry, I know your brother, there will be plenty opportunities for you to punish Martin.“
Naomi wasn't satisfied but tried to be patient. She knew her time would come soon enough.
One of the other girls, Martin couldn't tell who she was asked: „His thingy is all red now. Is it ok?“.
Aunt Margret answered friendly: „Yes, that's ok. And we are going to deal with this now as well.“
And with that she took one of the plastic bottles from the oven. It was some kind of ointment, as far as Martin could see „Let's take care of that silly little penis of yours.“ she said „who wants to apply the lotion to his thingy?“ she asked the girls. Martin was about to speak out to stop her, but then he decided it might have been more clever to stay silent and endure this humiliation and not to risk another painful punishment. It was one of the little girls. „Yes Amelie, come over and open your hands, palms up!“ and aunt Margret opened the cap and poured some liquid over the palm of little Amelie's hands. „Now, rub this lotion on that sore thingie“ his aunt ordered the girl, who then immediately started to grab for Martin's dick.
The grasp of the girl was like an electric buzz. Martin froze and felt horrible and in heaven at the same time. The little girl eagerly smeared the ointment all over Martin's penis.
„Pull back that skin my dear, „ Aunt Margret said to Amelie „just all the way down. We need that lotion to be all over his mushroom as well“
Amelie hesitatingly pulled back Martin's foreskin and exposed the boy's massive glans. It was all wet already and looked so funny to the girls, when it glistened it then bright light of the kitchen.
Then she applied a big load of the oily stuff right on his mushroom head and her small hands started to massage it in thoroughly.
Martin could smell some familiar scent. It smelled good, but he wasn't sure about the source. „That smells good!“ Naomi says to her aunt, which answered: „Of course. It's made of strong menthol and ethereal oils. These should help to ease Martin's pain. Even if it might feel a bit uncomfortable after a moment.“
That moment was over quickly. The former good feeling of having his penis handled by the little girl, as well as the nice cold ease of his pain gave in to a new sensational feeling. It started to get cold as ice and burning at the same time. Martin felt as if his dick was getting pierced by thousands of little needles.
„Oh god! Stop!“ Martin yelled. He became afraid. The girls looked at him troubled and curious why he complained now.
„What's wrong! This is supposed to help your weird thingie, brother!“ Naomi said, pissed that Martin was so ungrateful.
Aunt Margret was grinning and explained: „It's the icy-hot-sensation, that makes your brother squirm a bit now. It's not that bad and it will help you, Martin! Don't be such a sissy now!“
„But it feels horrible! It stings like little needles!“ Martin whined.
„Shut up and take it like a man, it won't last long!“ Aunt Margret barked at him again.
Noticing the dangerous tone in his aunt's voice, Martin decided to try to keep quiet and he tried telling himself, that it might feel horrible but do no harm, it did no harm, it did no harm…
Amelie now stopped rubbing his member and watched her work in anticipation and also the other girls came closer to have a better view.
They were watching and examining Martin's penis in excitement and wonder. It moved up and down, made some twitches from time to time and Martin couldn't do anything against their stares in his restrained position.
Martin's dick was hard, throbbing and twitching like mad, his glans exposed and his whole penis was now shining in a bright sore red. Streams of precum were oozing out of the little slit on his mushroom head.
„Yuck!“ His little sister commented and turned to their aunt: „Aunt Margret, there is some pee coming out of his willy!“
Aunt Margret faked a concerned look and said: „Oh let me see!“ She came closer and took Martin's tormented dick between her thumb and index finger and moved his penis around to look at it from all sides.
„Well, that's no pee. This is called precum. It's an indication that Martin is turned on and excited...“ she paused for a moment „yes, he is a pervert and seem to like being in this situation, right Martin?“ his aunt asked him with a piercing tone.
„Maybe I have to make sure, that his Willy won't shoot some of his man-juices.“ she seemed to think about something, then grinned. „Girls, when you got a hose that is leaking, what are you doing to stop the leaking?“ she looked at the girls who stared at her in bewildered amusement and they jumped in on the quiz.
„We tie a knot into it!“ his sister screamed giggling.
„we put a cork in it!“ Amelie's sister Denise said. „We cut it off and buy a new one!“ his cousin added cruelly.
„Haha,“ Margret laughed, „no, unfortunately we can't buy a new one for Martin. I like the cork idea, but I got a better one.“
And with that she took some of the clothesline leftovers and started to wrap it around the base of Martin's penis and scrotum and one time around his shaft, right above the balls. She pulled it tightly and started to tie a knot in it.
Martin's dick, now tied up and his blood flow reduced, started to swell even more. Slowly the veins started protruding and his glans inflated like a balloon. The weird looking curved and sore red penis became harder than Martin had ever seen it and it looked so alien now, that the girls started to burst in laughter again. „Oh my god! It looks so nasty now!“ Denise chimed.
„I like it much better like this!“ Naomi said watching the overexcited swollen and bound dick throbbing in the air.
Martin was now in a bizarre state. He felt powerless and too weak to even complain anymore. He gave in to this bizarre situation and as long as they stopped hurting him, he just hoped it might be over soon.
But his ordeal just had begun and his aunt now spoke to the girls:
„Now, we have to deal with Martin's medical issues. Girls, it is important that you watch carefully what we have to do, to make sure, that Martin gets rid of these damn lice.“
She opened the second bottle of ointment.
„It's important to oil Martin's body completely with this ethereal oil. It's natural and completely homeopathic.“
She started to rub the oil onto the boy's chest and then spread it all over Martin's body. His arms and head. To Martin's relieve the oil just smelled good and was not harmful like the menthol stuff, they used on his willy. The girls took the bottle and each of them poured some of the oil in their hands and they started to help aunt Margret to get the job done.
„Martin, I have to turn you on your back now, so we can apply the oil to your backside as well. Don't make any problems, or you'll regret it!“
Aunt Margret spoke and untied the boy to turn him on his belly. This time Martin managed to put his penis downwards, so it rested between his legs and wasn't crushed again under his body.
The girls giggled again, seeing his willy poking out between his butt. Amelie couldn't resist and poked the underside of his glans with her index finger. Martin groaned.
„I will fixate you again, just for your own safety. You are so slippery and oily, not that you're going to fall from the counter-top.“ his Aunt chimed friendly, while tying Martin up again.
Now the girls and his aunt started to give the boy a nice massage with the oil and he felt the 10 hands all over his backside. On his legs, butt, back, shoulders. Even on his bald head his aunt gave his head a kind massage that felt good like nothing else.
After a surprisingly pleasant while, Martin's whole body was covered in oil and glistening in the light of the kitchen as well.
Aunt Margret took some Q-Tips out of a box and handed them to the girls. She opened a small glass bottle and made the girls dip their Q-Tips in it.
„So girls, now for the more important parts.“ she said „these lice are very nasty little critters and they nest not only in hair and clothes, they also are in body orifices. And now we have to take care of Martin's ears and nostrils.“ The girls looked at their aunt with concerned faces.
„Don't give me that look girls, it's only to help Martin and for his best. If you would be sick, you would be happy for every helping hand, right?“
„So we have to clean Martin's ears and his nose with these?“ Jessica asked.
„Right, just like you clean your own ears. Just go on!“, and with that Aunt Margret took hold of Martin's head and lifted it backwards, so the girls could reach for Martin's nose as well.
Martin felt horrible now, his back in that weird position and tied up while the girls started to poke and prod with the Q-tips inside his ears and nostrils. The liquid that they applied inside him had no color or smell, but when it was inserted in his nostrils Martin felt a burning sensation in his mucous membranes. It stung and brought tears to his eyes. „ouuuwwww!! It burns!“ he complained.
„That's good, you know what my mother used to say about medications? If it burns it helps! So take it like a man!“ Aunt Margret hissed at him.
„That's enough girls!“ and she stopped the girls who were cleaning Martin's parts with disgusted faces. „Now to a more important hole!“ she added and turned for the bristle brushes, that Martin could remember very good.
„Oh god, no! Please aunt Margret, I am sure, there are no lice in there! Please, that's not necessary, I am sure!“ Martin begged, what just earned him another vicious slap from his aunt, right on his right butt-cheek, „OUCH!“
„Shut up Martin, you know the drill and you heard, what Doctor Phillips said! It's necessary and it's just to help you, so get over it!“
And this aunt Margret did herself. She just took the bristle brush to the ointment and asked the girls to assist: „Please Naomi can you do me a favor and spread the buttocks of your brother, so I can work on his anus.“
Naomi bursted in giggles „What? His anus? What the heck?!“
„NAOMI JOHNSON! Don't make me furious. Just do as I told you. I think I made myself clear, that we have to take care of all of Martin's body orifices, right? This is one the remaining two and I just need your help to spread his butt. So go on!“
Naomi grinned widely and did as she was told. She took the buttocks of her brother and spread them widely. She watched the little hole of her brother coming into view and she felt weird, but amused at the same time, when her aunt then forced the bristle brush onto the ring. With force the brush entered Martin's bowels and he felt the same stinging from the ointment in his intestines now.
„Ouuuuuuuuuuwwwww!!!“ he yelled while his aunt forced the brush even deeper inside his ass. Martin wiggled and shivered in pain on the table, but with no efforts. He was tied very good and had no chance to flee. The girls around him watched excited and silent, seeing the brush disappear in the boy's butt-hole.
„Girls, pay attention now!“ Aunt Margret said. „It's important to follow some simple rules while doing this.“ She finally inserted the whole brush into the boy's rectum. Martin sobbed and squirmed around on the table, while his aunt continued speaking: „We have to apply the treatment in the so called 4x4 rule...“ Martin cringed and yelled: „Nooo! Doctor Phillips said 3 x 3! Not 4!“ he was in shock.
„Don't be a stupid boy now, Martin!“ his aunt snapped back. „I am pretty sure it was 4x4 and I am sure, it won't hurt to do it even more often. So if you don't stop to complain and play the smartypants, I am going to raise the rule to 5x5!“
Martin shook his head in terror but he refused to say any other word. He knew she wasn't kidding about this, and he didn't want her to make it worse than it already was.
„Now listen girls, I'll show you what it means. You have to turn the brush inside Martin's hole four times“ and with that she started the painful treatment and swirled the brush inside Martin's bum four times. The bristles hurt as bad as the first time this has been done to the poor boy. And the burning antiseptic lotion made it even worse.
Martin yelled out loudly, while the little girls watched in sheer amusement, while Naomi pressed down on his butt-cheeks harder to keep her brother in place.
„Then you have to shove it in and out again four times. Like this!“
And aunt Margret scrubbed the cruel brush in and out of Martin's ass mercilessly.
Martin sobbed and started to beg her to stop silently. „Please...stop! I can't take it...anymore..“
The girls watched the boy with mean wicked grins, whispering at each other.
„And then you have to twist it again!“ The cruel woman said, giving nothing about the boy's begging and without further adore Margret turned the brush around again. „Four times!“.
Martin's cheeks were wet from his tears. He couldn't hold them back anymore. The humiliation was wrong, but this pain was so much worse. His ass felt like being on fire. „And then the fourth step...“ Aunt Margret proclaimed „in and out four more times.“
And she fucked the boys ass with the brush again four more times, before she finally took it out and threw it into the trash right under the counter-top
Naomi didn't stop spreading his cheeks and watched amused, how her brothers puckered asshole was still a bit widened and moved in cramps.
She giggled and finally let go. She watched her oily hands and wiped her hands on her T-shirt.
Martin felt relieved from the bristles, but his butt was still feeling like it would be in flames.
He still cringed and sobbed on the table. Shivering so much, making his shiny oiled up butt waving around in front of the girls, who were feeling so powerful now, that they didn't see Martin as a boy anymore.
„That was funny!“ Naomi said, but her aunt replied in a stern voice „Naomi Johnson!
This is not funny! It's a serious issue. And like I said a thousand times, we do this to help your brother's condition. He will be thankful in the end. But it's not funny.“
„Why are you showing this to the girls then?“ Martin complained, with a whiny and broken voice.
„It's because you are here for weeks and I won't be home the whole time to apply your treatment. It's just fair, that the girls will help me taking care of you, while we are here in this house together.“
Aunt Margret explained to Martin and the girls.
„Noo! You can't let them be in charge of that! Please that's crazy!“ Martin answered terrified by the thought of that.
„Watch your words, young man! I don't want to be your nurse and I got a lot to take care of besides your little problems. So the girls need to know, how to deal with this, in case I won't be here or have no time to take care of you myself. And you won't make any problems for the girls, do you understand?“ And with that she untied the boy again. Martin tried to get up and wanted to leave the counter-top, but Aunt Margret took hold of his wrists.
„Where do you want to go?“ She asked „We aren't finished yet!“
Martin looked at her in fear, remembering what's to come next and tried to get free of his aunts grip.
„Martin Johnson!!! Stop fighting back, or I'll give you the spanking of your lifetime now!“ Aunt Margret snarled dangerously.
Without hope the boy looked at his beautiful but cruel aunt and gave up. He laid himself back on the counter-top and like in a trance he raised his arms to the upper side of the plate. His aunt smiled „That's way better“ she said, gentle now, „this is how I like my nephew to be.“ And with that she tied the boy up again, now on his back again with his still hard, bound and raging hard-on exposed to the girls and the – hopefully – last treatment.
„Now there is just one hole left to clean“ Aunt Margret said while looking at the girls, who were staring at Martin's crooked and swollen penis again. „Right, that's it exactly.“ She said while taking out the set of the thin brushes „Now, who wants to try for herself?“ she asked around.
„No! Please! Aunt Margret! Don't let them...“ Martin shrieked out in horror but aunt Margret voice did cut his words „NO! NO! NO! Is this all you have to say? How about 'Thank you' instead?“ She was mad again. „You are complaining and complaining. Now shut your mouth, or...wait, even better..“ She said while taking an apple from a nearby plate and held it in front of Martin's mouth. „Open up!“ She ordered the boy.
„What? No!“ Martin shook his head while pressing his lips together. But his aunt ran out of patience here. She grabbed Martin's balls and applied pressure to the boy's gonads A wall of pain ran through the boy's body and Martin yelled out loudly. „Open up! I said!“ aunt Margret yelled at the boy. The pain in his bound balls was horrible and Martin couldn't do anything else than to do what he was told to. His aunt rammed the apple between Martin's teeth and told him to bite down.
Martin complied and now felt like being a pig before roast. He was oiled up and tied down, an apple in his mouth and couldn't even complain now. He watched the face of his aunt getting more friendly again, as she let go of his tortured balls. He breathed heavily through his nostrils, that were burning and itching when he inhaled.
„Now I think, the best would be if all of you have a go on that next part. So each of you can do the treatment, when I am not at home“ Aunt Margret said.
Martin wanted to complain, he wanted to ask why the other two girls, who aren't part of the family would have to be involved and why they should learn how to deal with all this. He wanted to ask for a phone call to call his mum. He wanted to get out of this mess, he wanted to run away. He wanted to cry and to shout at those crazy withes. But he couldn't say anything. He has been in his thoughts and didn't pay attention when he felt his cousin Jessica took hold of his erection. She grasped it tightly and squeezed it hard. He moaned into the apple and stared down to see her, she was holding his dick and slowly pulling back his foreskin to reveal his swollen glans. It was so swollen, the skin of his glans was smooth and appeared like thin plastic, it looked as it was about to pop.
Then his aunt pointed at the little slit on top of his mushroom head and handed Jessica the thin bristle.
„Now put that bristle right inside that little hole there!“ Margret ordered her daughter.
Jessica smiled and carefully brought the thin rod with the bristles over the opening of Martin's urethra. Shivering the instrument came closer and closer to Martin's penis. He stared down in horror and tried to prepare for the impending pain. Then Jessica playfully poked the brush against the little slit and applied a bit more pressure. The bristles slowly started parting the flesh and penetrated the boy's pee-hole.
“Just put it in there. Try to make it quick. Just like a plaster it would be better to make it quick than to fondling around!” Aunt Margret said. Martin shook his head forcefully, he wanted to say something but the girls only heard barely more than “Nghghghghhhh”
Then Jessica forced it down with all her might. Martin fell in a world of pain. He cried and cringed in his bonds. His whole body was trembling and shaking. He wanted to break the ties and ran away, but there was nothing than pain in store for the boy. The brush made it's way down the length of his penis and dug deeper forcefully. Martin's eyes widened and he screamed into the apple. Tears now ran in streams down his face.
“And now think to the 4x4 rule! Turn it around four times!” And without waiting for any other command Jessica turned the handle of the brush around with a wicked grin. Totally amazed by this.
Naomi was watching the scenery in glee, she didn't even know that you could stick things into that opening. She was so amazed by the idea, that she was wondering what other thing might fit into that hole. She was sure she would have the opportunity to try some things out. But for now she enjoyed the show, when Jessica started to do the second step and started to move the brush in and out of Martin's dick. It looked so surreal and funny to the girls, they couldn't stop staring.
Martin who felt the bristles scraping the inner tissues of his urethra was in immense pain. Not only did the bristles scratch and sting, also the anti septic liquid did it's job and the burning was almost impossible to deal with. His eyes were wide and red, his face a mess of tears and while he was screaming like a pig into his apple-gag, some snot was oozing from his nose. His face was a mess and he was crying and struggling around, while Jessica just did the swirling job in his penis again.
“That's great. You do that very good Jessica. Like a trained nurse” aunt Margret assured the girl.
“Now do the final step and I think that will be enough for your cousin's pee-hole.”
Jessica nodded and started to fuck Martin's urethra again with the brush.
Martin, couldn't take it anymore. He wasn't about to go crazy, he was beyond that point.
Seeing the brush disappear into his dick and coming out of it again was threatening and looked weird, but the pain was unbearable.
The girls were almost disappointed when Jessica finally took out the brush and handed it over for disposal to aunt Margret with a disgusted face.
Everyone looked at Martin's sore swollen dick and the still gaping pee-hole on his balooning mushroom head. They all were disgusted by that look, but at the same time it was funny as hell.
Martin tried to breathe but almost chocked on the apple, his snot and the tears. So aunt Margret took the apple out of the boy's mouth. “You made it Martin, see? It wasn't that bad, right?”
“It was horrible” the boy answered but with a very weak and broken voice now. “My dick hurts so badly!” he cried.
“Awww, it's all for the best of you” Aunt Margret said and Naomi chimed in: “Yes Martin, we do this, because we love you and it's the best for you and your medical condition.”
“See?” aunt Margret said happily “your little sister can in fact handle this in a mature way. Such an angel!” And with that she started to pack all the stuff away.
“I think it's time for a bath now, Martin. Why don't you go outside with the girls and take a bath in the pool. It's such a good weather today.” Aunt Margret said with a smile, while untying the boy from the counter-top.
Martin looked at her and nodded. The idea of cold water on his privates and sore butt sounded very intriguing. Without thinking he took hold of his tortured and hurting cock and wanted to take away the clothesline that still bound his aching member. Aunt Margret shrieked and the girls gasped.
“You pervert! Stop touching your private parts” and she slapped him across the face hard.
Martin instantly took his hands away: “I am sorry! I am so sorry! It just hurts so badly!”
“Shut up, Martin!” his aunt growled “I knew you can't be left alone and since that you will have to be monitored better. And restrained to keep you from doing naughty things. Hands behind your back!” she ordered the boy who was feeling doomed once more. The girls giggled in excitement.
To avoid another spanking he did like he was told and his aunt took some of the clothesline and started to tie Martin's hands behind his back.
“Now that you are tied like this, I think swimming could be a problem.” she looked at Martin concerned “I think you will have to use the not so deep children's area of the pool. Girls, make sure, Martin won't drown outside. I have chores to do, so I'll leave the supervision to you. Jessica, you are responsible for your cousin now. And Martin, don't make the girls any trouble, or you'll regret it! Do you understand?”
Martin looked at his aunt and froze “Yes, Ma'am” he answered and followed the snickering girls outside. His legs were weak and the pain in his butt and pee-hole still refused to subside.
He slowly walked outside with his aching erection bouncing around between his legs and tried to calm down. He thought to himself: 'How much worse could it probably get?'. The poor boy had no idea yet.
To be continued...