The Visit - Chapter 2
By TCP
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The
Visit - A Twilight Zone
Story
By TCP
© 2012
TCP
All of
TCP’s stories are
just that - stories. There is a
marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to
fall foul
of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not
condone
any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible
citizens
to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a
powerful
thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation -
and
deliver yourself from evil.
The
Visit -
The
story of twelve year old
Daniel and his humiliating experiences in… The Twilight
Zone. A tale of the unexpected…
Main
Characters -
Daniel
Grainger - 12 years old
Charley
- the mysterious ‘girl.’
Preface
-
You
unlock this door with the
key of imagination… Beyond it is another
dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of
mind.
You’re moving into
a land of both shadow and
substance, of things and ideas… You’ve just crossed
over into, The Twilight Zone…
--
Chapter
2 - Playing Doctor…
The
next day, Daniel had been
out in the garden and helping his parents with chores like weeding the
flower
beds and mowing the lawn. It had been a productive morning in the
Grainger
household. All through the previous night and the morning though, he
was unable
to get thoughts of Charley and what she had done, or what he had
dreamed that
she had done, out of his mind… It was so confusing to feel so
embarrassed, yet
feel so sexually charged at the same time.
After
lunch, Daniel’s mother
had received a phone call from Mrs Wilson, Martin’s mother… He had been
found…
Fortunately, for everyone concerned, Martin was safe and well. He had
turned up
at his grandmother’s house, cold, terrified and shaking. It transpired
that he
was far too upset to return to Weltby and had been begging to be
allowed to
stay with his grandmother for the time being…
Later
in the week, Daniel
received an email from his friend…
--
Hi
Dan…
Sorry
I have not been able to
phone you or anything, I’m still getting interviewed by everyone, every
day
down here to try and understand why I did what I did… and why I am
scared of
what I am scared of… But please, don’t ever repeat any of this… and for
fuck’s
sake, keep that letter I sent you private…
Well,
I turned up at my Gran’s
house and I have laid it on thick that I do not ever want to go back to
Weltby
for all sorts of reasons. The only reason really is Charley… What she
did to me
Daniel, you wouldn’t imagine… She would be just there, in my room, or
in the
garage… and somehow I wouldn’t be able to move… paralysed or something…
And she
would pull my pants down and play… you know… play with my cock, even
though I
begged her to stop… She would just laugh at me… And worse, if I
protested too
much, she would twist my nipples… and she spanked me with a hairbrush
the first
time she tried to diddle me while I tried to keep fighting her as best
I could…
But she always seems to win, no matter what.
I
was crying, it was agony,
and all she could do was laugh at me, calling me a little cry-baby… She
said my
dick was so tiny that it was more of a ‘baby-wee-wee…’
It
was so humiliating Dan… she
kept calling me her little slave boy… There was one occasion in my
bathroom
where I was in the shower and she was there, in just her pants and bra…
I
wasn’t able to move and she reached her hand into her pants, but in a
way that
I wasn’t able to see her fanny… She seemed to be rubbing herself there,
right
in front of me… Then she made me lick her fingers… It was gross… I’ll
tell you
all about it one day… I just didn’t know what else to do but get away…
I’m
sorry for leaving you in the lurch like that… It should have been a
great
summer.
Now
that the heat is starting
to settle down here, why don’t you get Skype set up and we can talk
properly…
It would be great to hear that you’re doing okay… My Skype details are
down at
the bottom of this email… Let me know when you’re set up and we can
meet up on
line…
I’ve
had loads of interviews
and doctor’s examinations. I even have a counsellor who I am telling a
few bits
and pieces to… about Charley. It’s so embarrassing to discuss it though
with
people that are not likely to understand or believe me… You believe me
don’t you
Dan?
I’ve
been prescribed a drug
called ‘Puericil’ to calm what the doctors are calling ‘erratic
behaviour’ in
me… One of the lady doctors examining me asked me all sorts of
questions about
how often I diddled myself… And then she asked all sorts of questions
about my
experience with girls, you know, my sexual experiences right from when
I was a
real young kid… And if I had any recurring thoughts or fantasies while
I was
whacking off… That got pretty embarrassing as I had to tell her a few
things
about Charley… I think the doctors believe I am ‘over-sexed’ for my
stage of
development… they told my mum that most of my ‘problem’ was as a result
of an
overactive imagination… Get that…
Anyway,
get Skype sorted and
we’ll talk real soon… It would be good to talk to you properly…
Your
friend,
Martin…
--
Daniel
felt more than ever
that he could relate very well to what Martin had told him in the
email. It was
happening to him now… He toyed with the idea of going to Tenby and
running away
to be with his friend… But what Martin had described in his experiences
with
the Police, Doctors and Counsellors so far told Daniel that running
away would
only get him so far… There had to be another way to deal with Charley…
Having
archived the email in a
secure folder on his hard drive, Daniel shut down the computer and made
his way
out of his room. He was going to play swing ball on the back lawn to
let out a
bit of energy. When he reached the top of the stairs, Daniel quickly
felt
giddy… and he lost his balance…
Falling
forward, he started
tumbling down the stairs, but quickly discovered that he was feeling no
pain,
and nor were his cries making any sound… He was enveloped in a bright,
effervescing light as he continued to fall downwards, surrounded only
by white
light… He could hear the wind rushing passed his ears as he tumbled.
Nausea
took over and he felt like he was going to be sick… Just like he felt
when he
had his first visit from… Charley…
There
was sudden darkness and
Daniel’s senses had to adjust to the environment he was in. He couldn’t
really
hear anything other than the sound of his breathing and occasionally
the sound
of two, maybe three girls in the distance, on the other side of some
large room
that he couldn’t yet see… He could smell coconuts… The smell of
coconuts… like
Charley’s perfumed balm…
‘Shit…
Not again…’ Daniel
thought as his vision started to clear. ‘Where the heck am I? This
isn’t my
room…’ True enough, Daniel’s vision returned and revealed that he in
what
appeared to be a hospital ward… ‘Did I fall down the stairs for real?’
“Hello
poppet…” a girl’s voice
suddenly caught Daniel’s attention. It was Charley. “Try to run out of
here and
I will restrain you and punish you… hard… and you know that I can…”
Daniel
tried to calm his
breathing, he couldn’t see Charley anywhere…
“Oh-kay…”
Daniel stammered
quietly, noticing that his voice sounded different… More, high pitched,
like a
little boy’s… “Wh-where are you?”
“I’m
invisible right now,”
Charley whispered… “I wanted to make sure you got here safely… I’m
ready to
begin now…” With that, Charley appeared at the side of Daniel’s
hospital bed…
What the boy saw, intrigued his curiosity… She was wearing what
appeared to be
a child’s fancy dress nurse outfit, certainly not a genuine National
Health
Service issue uniform. Her hair was still in those pretty pigtails at
the sides
of her head, down to her shoulders. The outfit was a mixture of a light
blue
dress, a white pinafore and a scarlet red belt. Attached to her
pinafore above
her left breast was a nurse’s timepiece. She was also wearing black
stockings… “Like
it?”
“Where
am I exactly? Did I
fall down the stairs?” Daniel asked impatiently. “And why does my voice
sound
like this? What’s happened?”
“Well
dummy…” Charley chided
quietly. “Look around you… you’re in hospital… You fell down half the
stairs,
but that’s not why you are here… and all of your limbs are intact.”
Daniel
looked around and could see several other beds in the ward in which he
was in.
He noticed the distinctly pink décor of the ward and as he scanned the
two
other occupied beds, he noticed that they were girls…
“What
happened to my voice
Charley? What have you done to me?” Daniel whispered, starting to
become
concerned and having noticed his own attire - a pink hospital issue
night
dress…
“The
name board above the bed
says your name is Danielle Grainger… And, you’re in a girl’s only ward…
quite a
predicament, hmmm?” Charley explained scientifically, smiling
victoriously as
she saw the boy starting to put the pieces together. “I guess there was
some
sort of… ahem… administrative error by a naughty little nurse
somewhere…”
Charley giggled ironically. “So, I cast my abilities upon you to uphold
the
charade, that my dear little slave boy, is actually a little girl… and
that’s
why your voice is a little… different.”
“I
can’t wear these…” Daniel
insisted, trying to prevent the girls on the other side of the room
from being
attracted by the fuss. “These are girl’s things…”
“We’ll
see, pumpkin…” Charley
whispered. “But remember, disobey me, or try to run away and it will
get very,
very painful for you… And I hear that wussy little baby Martin has been
found
safe and well… He needn’t have worried… I don’t need him now anyway…
not now
that I’ve got you…not now that we have each other… You’re much better
than him…
When you get to speak to him, ask him about the giggling girl scouts…”
“But
Charley… what am I…”
Daniel began to protest a little more vociferously before he was
interrupted.
“Shhh…
obey me or else…”
Charley replied immediately, short and demanding. “Now it’s time for
your
examination and I need you to be a good… ‘girl,’ and hold still while I
complete the list of checks okay?”
As
Daniel blushed at the
thought of the pretty preteen nurse about to examine ‘him,’ he did not
notice
that the sudden activity around his bed had attracted the attention of
the two
girls on the opposite side of the ward…
“Excuse
me nurse,” the first
girl asked quietly. “Is the new girl awake? Is it okay if we come over
and say
hello?”
“Why of
course Zoe…” Charley
beckoned enthusiastically, turning in the direction of the girl. “I’m
sure
Danielle here would really like to make friends with you and Portia…
wouldn’t
you Danielle?” Before he could protest, the two girls from the other
side of
the ward had sprung over to the side of Daniel’s bed, seemingly eager
to make
friends with the ‘new girl.’ He blushed scarlet…
“Hi
there, I’m Zoe and I’m
eleven…” the blond haired girl replied, her blue eyes full of curiosity
and
warmth. Daniel noticed that her hair was cut fairly straight and down
to her
shoulders and that she too wore a hospital issue pink night gown.
“And
I’m Portia… I’m eleven
too…” the other girl said quietly, a little nervously. Daniel found all
three
girls next to him staggeringly pretty, and Portia was oriental in
appearance, a
shy dimpled smile on her face underneath her jet black hair cut short
to the
bottom of her ears. Daniel found her particularly cute…
“I’ve
just had my appendix
out,” Zoe began again proudly, lifting her night shirt enough to expose
her
light blue knickers and the little scar and stitches on her tummy. “And
Portia’s had the cast off her broken leg this morning… She’s lucky,
getting to
go home later today… I’m stuck here another two days… Nice to meet
you…”
Daniel
was stunned, and
embarrassed, unsure whether the girls knew that he was not ‘one of
them’ and
that this was all some big mistake, a big dream of a mistake. He
continued to
look at the younger girl’s scar and her exposed knickers until she
finally
dropped the night gown back into place, smiling at him…
“Well
then Danielle,” Charley
said, smiling. “Aren’t you going to say hello to your new friends?”
Daniel
sighed and moved to sit up on the bed.
“But my
name is Daniel… not
Danielle… I’m a boy!” he announced unconvincingly.
“But
you don’t sound like a
boy…” Portia giggled at the confusion, seemingly as though it were a
total
impossibility that a boy could possibly be in their ward.
“And
you don’t look like a boy
either… I mean, look, you’re wearing a pink gown, like us…” Zoe
replied, using
her powers of observation. “And, you’re in a girl’s ward… And your name
badge
clearly shows you’re a girl…”
“But I
really am a boy… tell
them Charley…” Daniel insisted, his voice still sounding effeminate.
“That’s
Nurse Charley to you…”
his tormentress replied… switching her attention to the notes on the
small
wooden table at the side of the bed. “Oh yes… I see… I think there has
been a
slight administrative error girls… The notes on my sheet here do state
that
Danielle here, really is a boy… Daniel Grainger… Twelve years old…”
“Oh my
god… a boy… in here?”
Zoe blustered in apparent disgust.
“But
he’s wearing a girl’s…”
Portia added, looking equally horrified.
“But
I’ve just shown him my…”
Zoe interrupted quickly, her voice tailing off into a blush of modest
remorse
at revealing her scar and knickers to a boy. Daniel could understand
her
apparent shame.
“Never
mind that! I wasn’t
really looking, honest…” Daniel said paying little attention to the
girl and
losing his patience. “If I have to be in hospital… and I still don’t
know
exactly why I’m here… I need to be moved to the boys’ ward? I don’t
want to be
with girls right now… I need to be wearing boy’s things… This isn’t
right…”
“I’m
sorry Daniel… the boys’
ward is full at the moment… There’s been a power failure in ward B,
which means
all of the boys are crammed into A and C… I’m afraid you’re stuck here
with
these delightful girls until a bed becomes free…”
Daniel
was horrified, an
emotion seemingly shared by Zoe, judging by the look that he could on
her face.
There was empathic realisation that they would both be sharing a ward
with the
enemy… a member of the opposite sex.
“So…
let’s get on with your
examination Daniel…” Charley beamed once more. While Daniel blushed
with
initial denial and then anticipated horror at being examined in front
of two
new girls, Zoe’s expression immediately brightened to match that of
Portia. He
reasons that the girls were relishing the prospect of seeing a boy get
examined… and that might mean that they would get to see him without
any
clothes on… Daniel was about to protest.
Charley
left the bedside
briefly and over to the door at the entrance to the ward. There was a
panel next
to the door with switches on it. She moved some of the switches and the
interior lights of the ward began to shine a little brighter. Charley
fiddled
with another switch and evidently controlled a music centre. Albeit at
a
relatively low volume, Charley had selected a play list of records by
The Spice
Girls on repeat. Daniel groaned inwardly, not being a fan for a variety
of
reasons.
“Where
would the world be
without a little girl power hmmm?” Charley announced gleefully,
strolling
purposely back towards Daniel’s bed. Zoe and Portia smiled knowingly at
‘nurse
Charley’ as they waited patiently for the ‘show’ to begin.
“Right
then Daniel, up on the
bed for me… kneel up…” Charley began calmly. “We need to get that night
gown
off and get started with your examination…”
Zoe and
Portia visibly reacted
excitedly to the pronouncement that Daniel was about to be disrobed and
examined… exchanging warm smiles with each other. It was true after
all.
Meanwhile, Daniel went ashen pale, unable to compute what had been said
and
rationalise it. He trembled and lay still on the bed.
“But…
you can’t… not here…
surely?” Daniel protested quietly, swallowing hard and raising his
eyebrows. He
didn’t want to be stripped off and… examined…
“Why
ever not?” Charley challenged,
feeding on the feelings of doom and humiliation in the emotions of her
slave
boy.
“Not
here… not in front of,
girls… Please Nurse Charley… I’m a boy…” Daniel said weakly, now
feeling
himself blush and his mouth drying. “They’ll see my…”
“Don’t
be so silly Daniel,”
Charley chided. “Little boys shouldn’t be so modest… And I know that
Zoe and
Portia here have a keen interest in nursing, don’t you?” Both girls
nodded
quickly in agreement, and Daniel assumed correctly, that they were
hoping that
the ‘nurse’ would allow them to watch the examination of a real life
boy…
“I have
a nurse’s play set at
home, but I only get to practice on my toys,” Portia announced shyly.
“Can we
watch nurse Charley?”
Zoe asked politely. “I mean… I really want to be a nurse when I grow
up… and I
think it’s important that I know everything about what’s involved…”
“It’s
okay girls,” Charley
replied warmly. “Daniel’s got nothing that nurses haven’t seen hundreds
of
times before… he’s just being a silly little boy… ” She turned to face
the
shocked boy on the bed in front of her. He was about to reply with an
enraged
protest. “Now, up onto your knees Daniel and be a good little boy… You
don’t
want a spanking now do you?”
“No!!
Not a spanking!” Daniel
replied quickly, his voice still like a girl’s. “But…” Portia and Zoe
giggled
at Daniel and the obvious prospect of seeing a boy spanked as well as
examined.
Against his feelings and his better judgement, Daniel reluctantly
climbed up
onto his knees in front of the two younger girls and Charley. He was
very
nervous about what Charley might do to him this time… and worse still,
there
were two other girls with her now…
‘Is
this real?’ he thought to
himself, finally up on his knees. ‘Do these girls know that Charley
isn’t a
real nurse? Are these girls real, or just in my head?’
“Let’s
get this gown off
then…” Charley started again matter-of-factly. “Arms up straight…”
Daniel
lifted his arms weakly above his head, aware that he was about to be
stripped
to his underpants in front of his girlish audience, who were eyeing him
curiously as the examination finally appeared to begin. From the bottom
of the
night gown, Charley began to lift up the material around Daniel’s knees
and up
his body. As his lower body was revealed, Zoe and Portia both began to
giggle
at what they were seeing…
Daniel
tensed and closed his
eyes as he felt Charley lifting the material of his pink night gown
over his
shoulders and finally clear of his head - he was now kneeling up on the
bed in
front of three girls, wearing only his underpants… How humiliating.
“Look!
He’s wearing ‘Hannah
Montana’ panties!!” Portia announced, trying to control her giggling.
“Are
you sure you’re really a
boy under there?” Zoe added cruelly as the boy knelt in front of her on
top of
his bed. It was very humiliating for Daniel, squinting through his eyes
to look
down and confirm the horror that he was indeed wearing light pink
girls’
panties. For some unconscious reason, the naughtiness and the shame of
his
predicament made his groin stir… His penis began to feel like it did
when he
got excited…
‘Oh
no!’ Daniel thought as if
her were addressing his genitals. ‘Not here… not in front of these
girls… Go
down… go away… Stay soft…’
“You
are a pretty boy aren’t
you?” Zoe tormented again, determined to tease the boy that was
invading ‘her’
territory. Through his embarrassment, Daniel was able to briefly open
his eyes
and make contact with the cute young blonde girl, finding her blue eyes
full of
joy at his situation. He had to look away quickly and found Charley
staring at
him too.
“You
are a handsome young
thing Daniel Grainger,” Charley announced. “Are you going to be a good
boy
while we examine you hmmmm?” There was a brief pause while Daniel
collected his
thoughts and braced himself for what might happen next. Closing his
eyes, he
slowly nodded his head, feeling though he had betrayed himself, yet
none of
this was his fault…
“Good
boy… let’s begin with
your temperature…” Charley announced calmly, reaching down to the
instruments
at the side of the bed. All sorts of horror went through Daniel’s mind
as he
prayed that it wasn’t one of those awful ‘anal thermometers’ that he
had heard
about.
“Is he
going to have his
temperature taken up his bottom?” Zoe asked brightly. “My mum told me
that a
‘rec-tal’ thermometer gave the most accurate temperature reading…”
Portia
brightened at the thought of seeing Daniel having his underpants pulled
down
and something inserted in his bottom. How curious that would look.
“That
is true, well done Zoe…”
Charley announced. “But we are only after a quick indication of
Daniel’s
current temperature and it’s not essential that we put something into
Daniel’s
rectum at this time… Though if he misbehaves, we might have to do that…
Bend
down a little and open your mouth…”
Daniel
felt a brief wave of
relief at Charley’s explanation and instruction and he obeyed her
quickly
before she had time to punish him for being slow and maybe change her
mind…
“Good
boy… When I pop it in,
do not chew it… just kneel up straight and keep it under your tongue
for me…”
With that, Charley inserted the thermometer into his mouth…
While
Charley waited the
appropriate amount of time to obtain a reading, Daniel could hear the
other two
girls whispering quietly to each other, unable to make out what was
being said.
He could hear the occasional quiet giggle and he thought he heard the
words
‘bulge’ and ‘willy,’ but he couldn’t be certain. With his eyes closed
as he
continued to listen, he was pretty sure though that the girls were
looking
between his legs and building their level of curiosity at what he was
hiding in
his pink panties. He could certainly feel that he was more than
semi-hard now
despite willing himself to ‘stay calm.’ He really wanted to run… The
muscle in
his penis flexed.
“Gosh!”
Zoe gasped… “Nurse…
his thing is moving around in his panties… is he okay?”
“Yeah…
there wasn’t a bulge
like that before!” Portia added, giggling again.
“It’s
fine…” Charley beamed.
“It happens a lot to boys when they are in the company of girls… they
can’t
help it…” Daniel turned crimson and nearly bit into the thermometer.
“It’s
perfectly natural… Now Daniel, bend down a little for me and let me
have the
thermometer back…” And before the two younger girls could ask any
further
questions, Charley was removing the thermometer and having a look at
the
reading.
Daniel’s
modesty overtook him
and he moved his hands to cover the front of his panties. Zoe and
Portia didn’t
say anything, but gave a disappointed sigh as the boy prevented them
from
seeing any more of his concealed arousal.
“Well
that’s fine,” Charley
announced proudly. “All good at thirty seven degrees… So, in terms of
his
temperature, we appear to have a very healthy boy…” Charley noticed
that Daniel
had covered himself at the front with his hands. “Okay, next we check
his heart
and chest… Daniel, there really is no need to have your hands down
there unless
you are up to mischief hmmm? Be a good boy and move them out of the way
so that
I can get to you properly with my stethoscope…”
“But…
Nurse Charley… I don’t
like…” Daniel responded quietly in his girlish voice.
“Enough
nonsense… hands up
behind your head and out of harm’s way…” Charley instructed maternally.
Daniel
obediently moved both of his hands slowly away from his crotch, leaving
the
painfully thin material of his pink panties to spare his bulging
modesty. It
was embarrassing and uncomfortable down there, knowing the number of
young
female eyes ogling his bulge, and his virtually naked body.
When
Daniel’s hands were
safely in place behind his head, he noticed Charley whispering under
her breath
and touching her thumb and forefinger together on each hand. Suddenly,
he felt
a pressure on the palms of his hands as his fingers interlaced at the
back of
his head. She had cast some sort of spell to secure his hands in that
position…
‘Oh
shit!’ Daniel thought
frightfully. ‘I can’t move my hands… what am I going to do? What are
they going
to do? Help!! Oh god, they’re looking at my panties… at my…’
“Now
just hold still,” Charley
instructed ironically, shaking Daniel from his thoughts. “This might
feel cold
on your skin, so be a brave little boy for me…” As the Spice Girls
records
continued to play in the background, Charley applied the cold metal
flatness of
the stethoscope to Daniel’s chest… He was bracing himself for the
chilly
contact when it occurred and it made him shudder when she applied it to
his
skin.
“Oohhhhhh…”
Daniel breathed
hard. “That’s cold…” Charley smiled warmly as she explored his chest
‘expertly’
with the medical implement. In truth, she didn’t really know what she
was doing
with the device, but passed herself off more than convincingly for the
seemingly ever curious Zoe and Portia as she moved the flat, cold face
of the
stethoscope around his chest and listened to his heart beat… She could
tell he
was nervous and excited, just by listening to the sounds within his
body. But
of course, she knew exactly how he felt by listening to his thoughts
and
feeding on his emotions.
It was
always delicious fun,
‘playing doctor’ with boys… and Daniel was every bit as shy and nervous
as all
the others boys she had played with… And even more so when in front of
an
allied, young feminist audience like Zoe and Portia. Charley, and other
girls
like her, were living a dream, while Daniel was living a nightmare…
“All
done then with the
stethoscope,” Charley announced, putting the equipment back down on the
bedside
table. “No apparent problems with our young MALE subject…” She looked
up into
Daniel’s eyes. “Now just move your knees slightly apart or we won’t be
able to
proceed…” The boy slowly complied, still unable to move his hands from
behind
his head, despite his vigorous effort to get free. If he were able to
see what
was holding his hands in place, he would have seen a small ball of
purple-pink
electricity binding his hands to his head like some kind of
gravitational force
of bondage. A simple spell of Charley’s…
“Okay…
now the fun part of the
examination…” Charley announced, quite unprofessionally for a real
nurse, but
then again, she wasn’t a real nurse. Zoe and Portia’s expressions
brightened
with curiosity, and knowing that something very interesting was going
to
happen.
“Wh…
what do you mean?” Daniel
asked timidly, his eyes blinking with anticipated terror. He wasn’t
sure he
really wanted to know the answer.
“Just
be a brave little boy
for us and you’ll see… We’ve got so much to do…” Charley replied
confidently.
“Please pass me those scissors down there on the table for me,” She
asked,
indicating the medical precision scissors on the table to Zoe. With
scissors in
hand, Charley continued, “Being a boy, Daniel will be glad to get out
of those
cute little girl panties and probably won’t want them again while he is
here
hmmm?” Zoe and Portia giggled. “With him kneeling like that, it would
be
impossible to pull them down to continue the examination… and we don’t
have
time to get him to stand up and remove them himself. So, I’m going to
cut them
off with these to save a lot of time and energy…”
“Noooo!
Don’t take them off!”
Daniel protested vehemently. “Please, not in front of the girls… please
noooo!
Let me keep the panties on… Please!” He blushed crimson, sensing his
modesty
being attacked once more. He wanted to run away, fast… but was
horrified by the
prospect of a punishment spanking, or a return of those wriggling
little
snakes…
“You
see girls… little boys
like Daniel are very modest about their private parts, particularly
when they
feel, vulnerable in front of a girl. They feel a sense of inadequacy
and shame
at the thought of a clothed girl getting to see them with nothing on… a
girl
getting to see their bits and bobs. It is sweet that a boy does feel
modesty
like that, but if not carefully managed, it can harm a boy’s long term
emotional development. So, never forget that, despite his protests and
any
sympathy you might have for his feelings, a nurse has to get her job
done…”
“Nooo!
Please Nurse Charley…”
Daniel begged, his face crimson, the butterflies banging on the insides
of his
nervous feeling tummy, his penis tingling and tears welling at the
sides of his
eyes. “Please don’t… don’t let the girls see my… my willy!”
Zoe and
Portia giggled at the
boy’s protests, and his use of their favourite word to describe a boy’s
secret
things. Daniel felt very threatened and humiliated when he made brief
eye
contact with both of the pretty girls ogling him, smiling at him, and
giggling
at him. The girls were clearly enjoying his plight, and that
embarrassed him
even more.
“Plleease!”
Daniel begged
again, trying to pull the hands from the back of his head and nearly
losing
balance. He felt a tear running down his cheek and started to lose
control.
“It’s not fair that they get to see me… Stop it! They shouldn’t get to
see…”
“Remember
girls, a good nurse
has got to do her job…” Charley addressed the two girls calmly. And
then she
turned her attention to the sobbing boy, kneeling upright on the bed.
“Now
Daniel… you have been so brave up to now, and Nurse Charley really
needs to get
her job done.” Despite being a preteen girl dressed in a pretend
nurse’s
outfit, she was talking as though she were a real nurse addressing a
very small
boy. “Now you must be a good boy and hold still… this is a very sharp
pair of
scissors and we don’t want any needless accidents now do we hmmmm?”
As
Daniel continued to sob and
try to move his hands, Charley set about cutting the material of the
pink
panties away from his bulging crotch. She carefully cut away down each
side…
The panties fell away at the back first, exposing his bottom. Then
Daniel
quickly felt the tantalising moment of exposure when fresh air moves
around
previously concealed and warm flesh… the material fell away from the
front of
his crotch, exposing his penis and scrotum to Nurse Charley, and to the
two
joyous younger girls…
‘Noooooo!
Please god nooooo!’
Daniel whimpered inside. ‘The girls can see… the girls are looking at
my willy…
Nooooo, mummy… Stop them… They’re going to laugh at me…’ The boy was
enraged
with scarlet shame, biting his lip and resisting temptation to glance
down and
look at the girls to see where they were looking. He couldn’t face the
expressions of glee and satisfied curiosity as they regarded his now
fully
naked genitals.
“Wow!”
Portia gasped, leaning
in closely to the edge of the bed and getting a good close up view of
the
exposed boy’s genitals. “He’s even got some hair there…”
“Yeah,
look how hard he is
too… His boner is poking straight out!” Zoe giggled. “And actually, I’m
only
eleven and I’ve got more hair than that… My mum told me that girls
mature
faster than boys… And she says it’s much better to be a girl than a boy
anyway…
I mean, it’s real cute looking, you know… his willy… But I can’t
imagine having
to carry that round with me all day between my legs… I bet it’s a real
hassle…”
“Haahh!”
Portia chuckled and
nodded in agreement. “I feel so lucky to be a girl too… That little bag
underneath his… willy… looks so vulnerable and weak… I guess those are
his
balls…”
“That’s
right Portia,” Charley
agreed, beaming victoriously and drinking in the feelings of
powerlessness and
shame that Daniel was outpouring as they continued to look at him down
there,
and comment on what they were seeing of him. She placed the scissors
back down
on the bedside table. “Now we can see that he really is a boy after
all… that’s
his penis sticking out, and of course, his scrotum underneath… the
little
wrinkly bag under there, and that’s where a boy’s two testicles are…
what
Portia described as his balls…”
“So why
does he have a…
boner?” Portia asked from behind her hand as she tried in vain to
disguise her
enchanting Oriental smirk. “Why is he so hard and sticking out? I was
told that
only happens during sex…”
“Well,
that’s partly true
Portia,” Charley began informatively. “A boy’s penis is a very
sensitive part
of his body and it reacts to all kinds of things in many different
ways. It
reacts to temperature variation, becoming quite small when it’s cold,
and can
become erect when a boy thinks about doing naughty things with girls,
and when
he becomes excited for some reason. In this case, I would expect that
Daniel is
erect because he is excited to be in the company of such pretty girls
as us…
It’s quite flattering really to think that Daniel finds us pretty… He
really
can’t help it… It’s just one more thing on a boy’s body that he cannot
really
control…”
“Plleease…
Stop!” Daniel
whimpered, barely able to control the tears occasionally flowing from
his eyes.
“Don’t keep talking about me like that… Don’t keep looking…”
“Hush
now Daniel…” Charley
chided. “Nurse Charley is just doing her job… Now be a good boy and
hold still
for us, and not another word of protest, or I will punish you hard,
right here
and right now and in front of the girls… Understand?” With that,
Charley issued
a playful spank to Daniel’s previously ignored backside…
“Ouch!”
Daniel snapped in his
girlish voice. “Okay… I’ll be good…”
“Right,
I need to check
Daniel’s penis and testicles to make sure he is healthy enough to stay
in the
hospital…” With that, Charley took hold of the erect cock in front of
her,
bringing a gasp of surprise from her boyish patient, and a giggle from
the two
watching girls. Charley’s fingers moved up and down the length of
Daniel’s
penis, using her fingertips to prod firmly and check the skin covering
the
shaft.
For a
minute or so, Charley
used her closed hand to very slowly masturbate Daniel, back and forth
along his
pubescent length. It was enough to keep the boy fully hard and on
display to
the girls, but not enough to get anywhere near reaching a climax. It
was just
expert ‘boy handling…’ Zoe and Portia watched closely, their own
excitement
building.
“Now I
need to check round his
scrotum, I need to ensure that both of his testicles are actually
there…”
Charley said primly, bringing a more raucous laugh from Zoe and Portia.
Daniel
breathed in sharply and braced himself as he felt Charley cup his
scrotum and
use her fingers to grip the little furrowed bag tightly, but not enough
to
cause pain. Charley was also feeling aroused as she continued to
dominate her
slave boy in this different surrounding… This was heaven…
Charley
repeatedly groped
around Daniel’s helpless scrotum several times and then relaxed her
hold to
allow her fingers to dance over the wrinkled flesh, gently massaging
one
testicle after the other. Once more, she knew that Daniel liked to have
his
testicles played with like this and was rewarded with a small, girlish
gasp
from him as she continued her ‘work.’ He was submitting again… through
all the
shame and humiliation he felt, it was his arousal that was carrying him
through
his submission without the need to resort to punishment. Daniel was
easy to
work with…
“Good
boy Daniel… you are
being very brave…” Charley praised sweetly, listening to the boy’s deep
breathing as her ministrations ceased for the time being. A brief
moment of
respite. “Now, Zoe… it’s important you learn if you want to be a nurse
when
you’re older. So, I want you to do what I have just done… examine the
patient’s
penis and scrotum for me…”
‘Oh god
noooooo!’ Daniel
whimpered inside, only just resisting the urge to call out in horrified
protest. ‘Don’t let the girls touch me too… Nooooo! That’s not fair…
That’s
embarrassing…’
“Really?”
Zoe beamed in
surprise. “Can I really… touch him? There?”
“Of
course… Just like I did…”
Charley confirmed. Zoe moved round to be closer to the subject in front
of her.
Barely hiding a smirk of satisfaction on her face, the pretty blond
preteen
girl reached out and tentatively poked the shaft of the boy’s penis
with her
finger tip. “Gosh… I’ve never…” Again she reached out and upon making
contact
with the sensitive flesh, she became bolder, allowing her hand to
gradually
encircle the erection fully.
“Nnnngghh…”
Daniel whimpered
aloud and gasped, realising that a new girl was touching him there. It
was
awful in his mind, the feeling of being naked and dominated by three
girls.
Balanced paradoxically by the tingling delight of sexual arousal
spreading
wonderfully through his entire genital area.
‘Why
does something so
horrible have to feel so… nice?’ Daniel tried to rationalise in his
mind as Zoe
slowly stroked his penis up and down with her hand, evidently growing
into the
role of ‘boy examiner.’
“And
don’t forget his little
scrotum too Zoe,” Charley instructed, savouring the scene being played
out at
her command and control, and feeding from the emotions spilling from
Daniel’s
mind. Unseen from everybody, she clenched her knees together to ride
her
growing excitement. With those words, Zoe moved her hand to cup
Daniel’s
testicles.
“It’s
feels so soft… warm and
puffy,” Zoe commented, squeezing gently as she had been shown, and
identifying
where each testicle was.
“Well,
that’s biology at
work,” Charley replied. “Now you Portia, while Zoe finishes the
examination of
his testicles, you take control of his penis and examine that, just
like I
did…”
“I’m
not sure I…” Portia began
with a pause of false nervousness, creating the impression that it was
one
thing to watch, but another matter entirely to actually ‘do.’
“Come
on, he won’t bite…”
Charley encouraged the pretty Oriental girl. “He’s being a good boy and
won’t
mind, will you Daniel?”
“Nnnngghh…
Ohhhhhhh…” Daniel
breathed, blushing and unable to protest as he continued to feel Zoe’s
attentive fingers, tickling and fingering around his scrotum.
Slowly,
just like Zoe, Portia
reached out and grasped the boy’s erection. It was instant rapture for
Daniel
as yet another new girl touched his secret spot. And now two girls were
touching him at the same time…
“Wow…”
Portia gasped in
delight. “It looks so hard, but it feels very soft to touch…” She
started to
grip the flesh a little tighter and brought a sigh of protest from
Daniel who
was having a tough time trying to maintain his balance on the bed as he
continued to kneel up in front of the girls. “I still think it’s best
to be a
girl though… I mean, everything about a boy is so… exposed, sticking
right out
front of everyone… As girls, we are a little more… private and
discreet…”
“Well,
it is one of a female’s
many benefits Portia… and you are both doing really well,” Charley
replied,
watching the two girls continue their fondling of Daniel’s private
parts. Zoe
and Portia swapped over from feeling the penis, and then the testicles
several
times before Charley motioned for the two girls to step away from the
bed for
the next phase of the examination. Ironically, Daniel sighed with
unconscious
disappointment as the girls’ playful hands left his sensitive parts…
‘Maybe
it’s over…’ he thought.
‘Please let it be over… that was horrible to have two new girls playing
with me
down there and making me feel… sexy… Oh god!’ He remained in his
kneeling
position as his cock continued it’s ‘proud’ and unabashed salute to the
three
girls in front of him. Charley reached down to the bedside table and
retrieved
a plastic ruler, of 30 centimetres. She handed it to a quizzical
looking Zoe,
and then reached back down to pick up the doctor’s notes and a pencil.
“Okay
girls,” Charley began
calmly. “Portia, you already identified that Daniel here has some hair
around
the base of his penis, and that indicates of course that he has started
puberty.” Daniel burned with shame as the girls continued to discuss
him as
though he wasn’t really there. “So, we need to assess how Daniel, as a
twelve
year old, is progressing through puberty in comparison with other boys
his age.
First of all, we need to measure the length of his penis…”
Daniel
closed his eyes in
disbelief at the thought that the girls were going to measure him and
compare
him with other boys. Would there be no end to this mayhem?
Zoe and
Portia giggled as
Charley instructed them how to measure the penis, so ‘proudly’ erect in
front
of them.
“So,
using this ruler, place
the low numbered end right up under there between his penis and his
little
wrinkly scrotum,” Charley announced, lifting the blushing boy’s
erection up out
of the way and demonstrating the task. Daniel braced himself for the
ongoing
ordeal he was subject to, a tear barely cooling his cheeks, fiery with
scarlet
ignominy. “Zoe, take the ruler, and measure Daniel’s penis for me…”
With a
smirk of satisfaction
etched across her pretty young face, Zoe keenly stepped forward and
took the
ruler from Charley’s hand. Moving close to the bed upon which Daniel
was
nakedly kneeling, she grasped hold of his erection once more and lifted
it out
of the way, exposing the tender flesh underneath, just above his
scrotum.
Daniel couldn’t bear it and closed his eyes tightly to try and block
out the
sickly feeling of shame and arousal that clouded his mind yet again.
Still
grasping the poor boy’s
erection tightly, Zoe double checked which end of the ruler was which,
and then
gently applied the low numbered end to Daniel’s crotch in the position
that she
had been instructed. Naively, she let go of the penis and it bobbed
about
freely in front of her and to her disappointment, did not rest
obediently on
the ruler. Instead, it curved frustratingly upwards, preventing her
from taking
an accurate reading. Showing her prominent feminine resourcefulness
though, she
used her forefinger to press the tip of his penis down onto the ruler
and start
to measure him in earnest.
“Ten…
Daniel’s willy measures
ten centimetres…” Zoe said, and then giggled, enjoying the moment that
she had
just measured a boy’s genitals. She withdrew the ruler quickly and let
go of
his penis. She looked over at Charley proudly. Daniel tried very hard
to blot
out everything that was happening, but all he could picture in his mind
was his
continued debasement and emasculation at the hands of these girls.
“Good,”
Charley praised.
“That’s approximately four inches, so that’s what I will put on his
notes… good
girl.” The pretend nurse duly documented the boy’s erect length on his
note
sheet. “And now, we have to wait for Daniel’s erection to go away so we
can
measure his natural, flaccid state…”
“Flaccid?”
Portia enquired,
pretending that she had never heard the word before and maintaining her
eye
contact on the boyish genitals in front of her.
“Oh
flaccid… yes,” Charley
chuckled. “That means soft… or floppy… like his normal state and not
erect like
he is now…”
“Oh
right… I see,” Portia
confirmed her understanding, smiling sweetly as she continued to watch
and
‘learn’ everything being shown to her.
As
Daniel continued to keep
his eyes tightly shut, kneeling up on the hospital bed, the three girls
waited
patiently for his erection to subside. It was a long wait, such were
the
conflicting emotions inside the boy’s mind that were driving his
enforced
arousal. In fact, it took the full duration of a Spice Girls record (If
You
Want To Be My Lover) for Daniel’s penis to recede to it’s normal state
and hang
loosely and helplessly down the front of his scrotum.
Zoe and
Portia giggled at the
sight of Daniel’s natural, inoffensive and sorry-looking penis as it
fully
receded to it’s softened state. Somehow, a boy’s penis looked even
funnier to
them when he wasn’t all hard and pointing straight out.
“Okay,
Daniel is ready to be
measured again,” Charley announced quickly, handing the ruler to
Portia.
“Quickly now, Portia, before he starts to grow hard again… Measure him,
just
like I showed you…”
‘Oh
god…’ Daniel cursed in his
mind. ‘Please stop… this can’t be happening… don’t let me get hard
again… not
in front of the girls… please… stay down… let it all end… I don’t want
the
girls to touch me any more… I don’t want them to laugh at me any more…
It’s not
fair…’ He wanted to run and hide… he wanted his panties back, anything
to cover
his ongoing shame.
Portia
chuckled under her
breath and moved closer to Daniel’s exposed crotch with the ruler
purposely in
hand. As quickly as she had been instructed, she gripped his flaccid
penis with
her thumb and forefinger, lifting it out of the way and slipping the
ruler into
place underneath the floppy shaft of his helpless masculinity.
Daniel
tried his hardest to
remain in his soft state, despite all of the emotions coursing through
his
confused mind and the sensations of having a girl move his penis around
to
enable her to measure his most secret parts. He could feel Portia
twiddling his
floppy cock through her fingers as she placed it back down onto the
ruler…
measuring… learning… humiliating. He knew he was about to start
becoming erect
again, when Portia read out the latest result…
“It’s
errrm… his willy is
eight centimetres now…” she began brightly. “Yes… eight… give or take a
millimetre.” With that, she handed the ruler back to Charley and moved
to stand
in front of the bed alongside Zoe, satisfied grins never really leaving
the
faces of the three pretty preteens.
“Good
girl… that’s eight centimetres
then,” Charley announced calmly. “Eight… that makes his flaccid state
to be
three inches…” After recording the outcome onto her note sheet, Charley
turned
to look at her two protégés. “You will be pleased to know, girls, that
Daniel
here represents a pubescent boy of twelve years of age who is very
slightly
above average in terms of his development. He’s a very handsome male
specimen
hmmmm?”
Portia
and Zoe both nodded
their approval and grinned knowingly at their mentor before returning
their attention
to the naked boy, still kneeling very obediently on the bed in front of
them.
Charley bent down to reach underneath the bed upon which Daniel was
posed. From
inside a small white cabinet, she retrieved a tall plastic beaker,
about twenty
centimetres in depth and five centimetres in diameter. It was a
volumetric
measurement sample beaker.
“Now
Daniel,” Charley began…
“Look at me…” The stricken boy tentatively opened his tearful eyes to
look at
his tormentress. “You are being such a good boy today… I am very proud
of you…
And there is not much more we need to do before we finish.” She moved
her hand
to stroke her fingers up and down his back, tickling over the bulging
cheeks of
his buttocks, and making him squirm. This had the added joy for Portia
and Zoe
who watched in awe as Daniel’s hips pushed forward, thrusting his naked
crotch
further forward as he attempted to keep his balance, but to also try
and move
away from the devilish, tickling fingers. “If you continue to be a good
little
boy, Nurse Charley might see to it that you get a nice treat… Hmmm?
Wouldn’t
that be nice?”
“Nnnngghh…
y-yesss…” Daniel
whispered, still trying to avoid her expertly tickling digits, closing
his eyes
once more in shame, hearing the girls giggling at him. He wanted this
over as
quickly as possible.
“Very
well… we need you to
provide a urine sample so we can check for any internal signs of
infection…”
“Wh-what?”
Daniel gasped in
disbelief, his eyes flying open again and barely resisting the
temptation to
find some way to get off the bed and make for the door. “Noooo! I
can’t… you
can’t make me… not in front of girls… Please!”
“Shhhhhh,
Daniel… it won’t
take a moment…” Charley soothed. “Be a good boy for me…” With that, she
moved
her tickling fingers from his buttocks, round to the front of his
thighs,
snaking their way up around his navel and resting at his nipple. “I can
make
you… I am a nurse and I have a job to do… Understand?”
“Please
don’t make me… not in
front of the girls…” Daniel sobbed weakly. “That would be soooo…”
Charley
suddenly pinched his nipple tightly between her thumb and forefinger.
“Aggghhhh! Stop it…” But the girl continued to pinch…
“Will
you be a good boy?”
Charley asked demurely as if addressing a maudlin puppy.
“Aggghh…
okay… I will… please!
Stop it… it hurts…” Daniel spluttered, a tear falling from his eyes and
tickling down his cheek.
“Good
boy…” Charley praised.
Her fingers left their grip on Daniel’s nipple and she moved her hand
to rest
back at her side, before turning her attention to the other two girls.
“You see
girls? You can get a boy to do whatever you want with a little… gentle
persuasion…” Zoe and Portia nodded with satisfied agreement as their
mentor
continued to demonstrate a fascinating power of control over the boy.
“Are we
going to see him pee?”
Zoe asked curiously. Daniel lamented in his thoughts that she was eager
to
learn everything that she could. It was horrible to even contemplate
what the
girls seemed to be learning about him… about boys.
“Yes,
we need a sample from
him before we can proceed, and now seems like a good time, with him
being all
soft right now…” Charley confirmed. “Because Daniel is a boy, this can
get
quite messy…” Zoe and Portia chuckled with an air of superiority at
Charley’s
proclamation. “So, because I’m a nurse, I will hold his little willy
and direct
it into the beaker to collect his urine when it comes. As I ‘suspect’
that you
have never seen how a boy urinates before, I want you to watch closely
so that
you know what you’re doing in case you ever need to do this again. Zoe,
please
hold the beaker for me, far enough away from him that you can see what
is
happening, but close enough to help ensure we don’t have a spillage…”
“Cool!”
Zoe beamed, taking
hold of the beaker and moving to the left hand side of the bed, while
Portia
moved to the right hand side. Meanwhile, Charley climbed up onto the
bed in an
unorthodox style, quite unlike any real practising nurse would, and
kneeled up
behind Daniel incongruously. She reached around his midriff and just
like he
would have done if his hands had been free, gently took hold of his
floppy
penis. With her right hand, she used her thumb and first two fingers to
expertly grip his boyhood just underneath the concealed bulbous glans.
Gesturing
with her left hand to Zoe to move the beaker into position, she aimed
the boy’s
helpless penis into the beaker… and waited…
“We’re
ready Daniel… please
produce your sample…” Charley instructed maternally.
“I
c-can’t… I don’t th-think I
can go right now…” Daniel whimpered pathetically, desperate not to
become hard,
risk punishment or worse… It was a horrible feeling of debasement
knowing that
three girls were about to watch him urinate… and worse, one of them was
holding
his penis while he did it, and a second one was waiting to collect it
in a
beaker… He wanted to be anywhere else but here and doing anything else
but
this…
‘Mummy…
please make them stop…
I am so ashamed…’ he thought.
“Well,
we don’t have all day
Daniel… be a good boy and try again…” Charley said move firmly this
time,
gently shaking his penis to the left and to the right, making Zoe and
Portia
giggle again at the very arousing sight in front of them.
“Yeah,
come on Daniel… we want
to see you pee…” Zoe added mischievously, completely riding rough-shod
over his
emotional well being and keeping the beaker firmly in place.
“Okay…
watch closely girls,”
Charley began. “This sometimes helps a boy to start urinating… it’s a
little
trick I learned a long time ago…” With that, she used the very tip of
her
fingernail to tickle around the fleshy, pouty rim of loose skin
covering the
tip of his penis. Only the lightest, tickling touch…
Daniel
bucked slightly as a
sweetened tickly feeling grazed over the tip of his cock as Charley
attempted
to charm the required urine from his privates. She could feel the
muscles
inside his groin tense and relax as she continued to lightly finger
around the
very edge of his foreskin…
“Okay…
Unnnghhh…” Daniel
gasped, ensuring to keep his eyes firmly shut tight. “I think… it’s
coming…
Nnnngghh…”
“Just
relax Daniel… it’s only
a urine sample… nothing to be ashamed of… It’s just us girls here…
Nobody else
can see… Nobody else will know… After all… we all go to the toilet at
some
point hmmmm?” Charley soothed.
Daniel’s
mind finally relaxed
and he felt the gates open inside his groin. Charley sensed it too and
withdrew
her tickling fingers. She felt a brief wave of pressure pass along the
shaft of
Daniel’s cock…
“Mmmmggghh…”
Daniel gasped,
blushing furiously. And suddenly, a tinkling sound began as he began to
fill
the beaker with his pale gold urine… Charley smiled victoriously as she
felt
Daniel’s emotions of fear and utter embarrassment passing through him
as he
passed his urine into the beaker. She was always fascinated at the
sight of a
boy peeing, and this time was just as delightful, given the
circumstances.
Zoe and
Portia didn’t know
whether to laugh, squeal or giggle, such was their display of girlish
curiosity
and awe at actually watching a boy ‘wee’ in front of them…
“It’s
so hot!” Zoe exclaimed,
her own grin of victory settling across her face. “I can feel the
warmth of it
through the beaker!”
“I
can’t believe he’s actually
doing it!” Portia chuckled. “He’s peeing, here… right in front of us!
This is
soooo cool!”
Daniel
wanted to stop and tell
the girls just what he thought about them and what they were doing to
him. But
his body wouldn’t let him stop peeing now that he had started and he
knew he
risked being spanked or worse if he didn’t go along with what Charley
was
overseeing.
“It’s
over half way… is he
gonna stop?” Zoe asked with some concern that the beaker was going to
overflow.
“I don’t want his pee on me! Make him stop!” But Zoe needn’t have
worried…
“Mmmmmggghhh…”
Daniel moaned
as the last few dribbles of his sample spluttered and tinkled into the
beaker.
He used the muscles in his groin to push out the last few straggling
droplets,
forcing his crotch forward slightly in the process.
“Good
boy Daniel…” Charley
praised with satisfaction, maintaining her grip on his flaccid cock.
“Okay,
Portia… be a good girl and pass me one of those anti-septic wipes on
the shelf
down there… we need to clean him off a little…” Portia eagerly scurried
around
the bed to retrieve a wipe from the bedside shelf, happy to be involved
in the
important job of getting a urine sample from a naked boy.
Charley
shook Daniel’s penis
slightly to dislodge any remaining droplets of urine from his cock,
doing a
remarkably professional job, demonstrating a skill that even a twelve
year old
boy would have been proud of.
“Okay,
you can put the beaker
on the side for me now Zoe,” Charley announced, letting go of Daniel’s
penis
momentarily to steady her position. She climbed off the bed and stood
in front
of Daniel’s exposed groin, taking the wipe in her hand. Using one hand
to
steady his flaccid masculinity under her control, she started to apply
the wipe
expertly around the length of his penis. “It’s important to keep your
patient
clean and tidy, especially if it’s a boy…”
“Nnnnngghghh…
please… stop!”
Daniel protested weakly as Charley firmly cleaned him off with the
wipe. “I
feel all funny…”
“It’s
okay Daniel,” Charley
tried to reassure her slave boy. “I’m just explaining to the girls how
important
it is to keep little boys clean…” She continued to run the wipe
purposefully up
and down the shaft of his cock, and rubbing over the tip repeatedly. He
was
starting to tingle again and he felt himself suddenly reacting to her
apparent
stimulation…
‘Nooo!
Please… I’m getting
erect again… Please stop!’ Daniel whined inside.
“It’s
especially important to
keep a boy’s penis nice and clean while he is in hospital to reduce the
risk of
him catching any sort of infection.” Zoe and Portia watched closely as
Charley
explained in detail the process of keeping a boy clean, giggling
freely,
revelling in a feeling of revealed superiority over the boy as some of
the
finer details were discussed. “Daniel is a good example of a very clean
and
healthy boy who seemingly takes a great pride in the cleanliness of his
boy
parts… Some boys can be really dirty, allowing all sorts of hidden
nasties to
thrive in their private parts…”
“Pllleaseeee
stop Nurse
Charley,” Daniel whimpered again, his eyes almost rolling over in his
head as
the ‘nurse’ continued her manipulation of him. “I feel… tingly… you’re
making
me… all…”
“I’m
stimulating you to
another erection Daniel… yes…” Charley announced brightly, tossing the
anti-septic wipe first time into the bin at the side of the bed. Zoe
and Portia
sniggered as the boy’s growing arousal was made visible again… Charley
was
slowly stroking the penis backwards and forwards along the growing
length,
taking extra care to pull all the way along the shaft with her teasing
fingers…
“We will need you to be erect for the next part of your examination…
Portia, be
a good girl, pop a lid on the sample beaker that Daniel has just
filled…” The
grinning girl again set about her task immediately.
“Why is
his wee all golden
like that?” Portia asked curiously. “Mine looks like that sometimes…
first
thing in the morning.” She popped a lid onto the sample jar and looked
back at
Charley. “It looks like apple juice…”
“That’s
a good question
Portia… a dark gold colour can indicate that the patient has an
infection. A
pale golden colour like Daniel’s indicates that he might be a little
de-hydrated and needs a drink… Clear urine means that the patient is
very well
indeed and has been drinking just the right amount of fluid…”
“So
Daniel needs a drink?” Zoe
offered, keenly observing the curious sight of a ‘pretend nurse’ slowly
masturbating her boy patient.
“Maybe…
all in good time
hmmm?” Charley replied brightly, focussing on her task. “I’m afraid he
can’t
have a drink right now… not until we’re done…”
Daniel
was by now fully erect
once more, blushing crimson with a feeling of humiliation and arousal
in equal
measure, totally objectified by the three preteen girls in front of him
as he
kneeled up helplessly on his hospital bed. He still couldn’t move his
hands
from the back of his head and he felt continually vulnerable and openly
exposed
to anyone else that might come through the door of the girls’ ward. And
all the
while, the young feministic tones of the Spice Girls were playing on
the ward’s
music system.
“Right,
Portia… under the bed
there’s a little white cabinet… Can you get me one of the smaller
beakers
please?” Charley instructed calmly, like a teacher addressing her
favourite
pupil. The pretty Oriental girl once more skipped diligently to her
task, and
obtained a smaller sample beaker, about ten centimetres in height and
five
centimetres across.
“Here
you go…” Portia beamed,
eager to please her mentor, handing Charley the plastic beaker. “What’s
next?”
“Next
we need a sample of Daniel’s
sperm…” Charley announced mater-of-factly.
“Noooooo!!
You can’t!” Daniel
blasted in exasperation, trying to free his hands from behind his head
and
nearly losing balance again. “Please! You can’t do that in front of the
girls…
Please! That’s not fair!” Zoe and Portia smirked at the boy’s agonised
protest
and at the prospect of witnessing something else that the boy before
them
wanted to keep secret from them. “Please Nurse Charley…” he begged.
“Don’t let
them see that… it’s private… Agghh…”
Charley
suddenly let go of his
penis, and instead cupped his scrotum firmly in her hand. At first, her
fingers
juggled the sac and it’s contents playfully between her fingers, but
then she
tightened her grip slightly.
“Will
you be a good little boy
Daniel Grainger? Hmmmm?” Charley hissed menacingly. “Or do you want me
to
squeeze?” With that, she applied a little more pressure.
“Nnnggghghhh…
Nooo!!! I give
in… Please don’t hurt me… Oh god…” he whimpered, a tear of shame
complementing
his torment and feelings of abject derision.
“Hmmmm…
okay,” Charley
replied, not fully convinced. “Then tell me that you want me to take a
sperm
sample from you…”
“Oh
god… please… I want you to
take a sperm sample from me…” Daniel gasped as Charley continued to
fondle his
vulnerable testicles.
“And
how is Nurse Charley
going to get her sample hmmm? What do you want me to do?” Daniel’s cock
flinched at Charley’s words as he tried to think of a suitable choice
of words
that wouldn’t make him appear any more foolish than he already looked,
nor
those that sounded too coarse or brash or vulgar. As the muscle flexed
along
his cock, he felt a little spot of wetness emerge from the tip…
‘Oh
god… noooo… it’s going to
happen… I can’t stop her… I don’t want to stop her,” Daniel thought.
‘My cock
is leaking already… I’m so ashamed… I tingle so badly… I want it… But I
don’t
want Zoe and Portia to see… Oh god… I’m a mess. HELP ME!’
“So how
is Nurse Charley going
to get her sample then Daniel?” Charley teased, gently squeezing his
scrotum in
the palm of her hand, demonstrating to the other two girls just how to
keep a
young male under control.
“Please
Nurse Charley…” Daniel
began quietly, ashamed at what he was about to say. “If you… pl-play
with my
wi-willy… you can g-get the sample…” Zoe and Portia struggled to hold
back
their giggling as they imagined a girl like them ‘playing with a willy.’
“Good
boy…” Charley praised,
allowing her hand to return to the painfully slow masturbation of his
erection,
up and down, back and forth along the shaft. Teasing him… “Girls, it’s
so much
better when the boy sees reason and demonstrates that deep down, he
wants to
please the nurse and let her do her job without a fuss… And Daniel, you
have
been such a good little patient for us today… I will play with you and
take the
sample… I know it will make you feel good, so this is your treat for
being a
good little boy… Mmmmmm…”
“What
do you mean?” Zoe asked
curiously, yet already knowing the answer. “How will ‘playing with his
willy’
enable you to get a sample of his sperm? I thought boys only produced
sperm if
they were having sex…”
“Well,
despite their many
faults,” Charley began, “boys are quite complicated animals… even
Daniel here.”
She continued her purposeful, but tantalisingly slow masturbation of
her boy
subject. “Okay, yes, a male can produce sperm when he has sex - putting
his
penis into a female’s vagina…” Zoe and Portia nodded, as if
understanding that
much from elementary playground talk and rumour. “But having sex is
just one
part of it… the vagina of a female milks the penis, kind of like a
cow’s udder
I guess.”
“Yeah!”
Portia chuckled. “Even
though only female cows have udders, I always thought an udder might be
what a
boy’s willy looked like… and I was kind of right!!” Zoe chuckled too.
“Okay,
the point is,” Charley
continued, “that other things can act like a vagina… like my hand here.
I’m
gripping Daniel’s penis, kind of like a vagina would grip it if he were
having
sex…”
“So,
you’re having sex with
him right now?” Zoe asked with mock-naivety.
‘Oh
god, this is sooo bad…’
Daniel thought, blushing crimson as the girls discussed things that
made him
feel embarrassed and aroused at the same time, and as though he wasn’t
really
in the room.
“Not
exactly,” Charley
replied. “What I am doing is ‘masturbating’ him… Sex is called
‘intercourse,’
whereas what I am doing is called masturbation… A lot of boys do this
for fun,
to make themselves feel good… That’s when they shoot their sperm… when
they feel
good, they have an orgasm, just like a girl has when she feels good
between her
legs too…”
“Yeah,
I feel good down there
right now!” Zoe confirmed, barely resisting the urge to reach between
her legs,
and instead exchanging a nod of agreement from Portia too. All three
girls were
aroused as they collectively controlled and dominated the boy in front
of them.
“So,
when a girl has her
orgasm, it just feels nice right?” Charley asked, eliciting another nod
of
agreement from her two assistants, it becoming obvious to Daniel now
that these
girls were not totally innocent after all. “Well, it’s different for
boys, when
they orgasm… or cum as it’s also known, that’s when the boy shoots his
sperm…
And that’s how we are going to get the sample from Daniel… by
masturbating him
until he has an orgasm…”
“But
isn’t it naughty to
masturbate?” Portia asked.
“No…
everyone does it sooner
or later,” Charley said reassuringly. “Boys play with their penis,
girls play
with their vagina… And girls get to play with boys! And anyway, it’s
your body…
you can do what you want with it to make yourself feel good… and that’s
the
best advice a nurse can give you…” The other two girls continued to
watch
Charley’s expert fingers stroking Daniel’s erection and revelling in
the
confused expression of shame and lust painted over his face. Even his
cock had
started to change colour from a pale pink to a more boisterous looking
fiery
red…
“And
the other curious thing
about boys, just like Daniel here,” Charley continued teasingly. “They
can have
what we call ‘wet dreams.’”
“Wet
dreams?” Zoe asked. “I’ve
heard of them from some of the older girls at school. What are they?”
“Well,
that’s when a boy has
made too much sperm for his body to keep hold of. So, if he doesn’t
masturbate
and let some of it out, he will have a wet dream… and it just comes out
while
he is asleep, normally dreaming about doing naughty things with girls…”
“You
mean… he wets the bed
like a toddler?” Portia asked, demonstrating the aura of being
overjoyed to be
learning all these new things, particularly about boys and their
secrets.
“Not
exactly,” Charley
giggled. “While he is dreaming, he might be thinking about kissing a
girl…
isn’t that right Daniel?” Daniel was furious with shame. “Or touching
her
private parts… And that’s when a boy will start to orgasm in his sleep…
He
can’t stop it from happening and he wakes up while his orgasm is still
happening and some of his cum will have spilled out into his pyjamas or
shorts.”
“So, he
can’t control it?”
Portia asked, relishing the thought of it. Even Daniel recognised that
knowledge was power…
“Nope…
boys have no control
over their wet dreams at all…” Charley confirmed with a smug tone of
supremacy.
“That’s why you’ll find boys masturbate so much… They are slaves to it
really,
poor things…!” All three girls giggled while Daniel tensed his body to
ride his
shame and conceal his anger while submitting to the attention of
Charley’s
hand.
“So
you’re going to make
Daniel cum now then?” Zoe asked hopefully, pressing her knees together
as the
show continued.
“Yes
Zoe, we need a sperm
sample,” Charley confirmed, to the girl’s growing enjoyment.
“Can we
watch?” Portia asked.
“I mean… Daniel seemed awfully shy about us seeing it happen… and I
don’t want
us to get into trouble…”
“Nonsense
Portia!” Charley
beamed, tightening the grip she had on Daniel’s cock. “Remember, a
nurse has to
do her job, despite any silly modest protests from her patient -
particularly a
boy patient… You are my assistants… and Daniel doesn’t mind really…
He’s just
silly sometimes… Aren’t you?”
“Please
Nurse Charley,” Daniel
whimpered weakly. “I really don’t feel right…”
“You’ll
feel much better soon
Daniel,” Charley soothed. “Let me do my job and it will be all over
soon and
you can rest… You’ve had a busy day…” She then turned her attention to
the
Oriental girl at her side. “So, Portia, I want you to hold the beaker
nice and
steady, just like Zoe did before,” Charley instructed. Portia was
positively
buzzing with excitement. “This time though, bear in mind that a boy’s
orgasm is
much more… explosive, than when he is urinating…” Upon seeing a blank
stare of
confusion on Portia’s face, Charley continued. “When a boy cums… he
shoots his
sperm… it’s quite powerful - and it comes in spurts… Don’t worry…
you’ll see…
just make sure you hold the beaker close enough to catch his sperm when
it
comes out… Nobody likes dirty sheets…”
With
that, Charley let go of
Daniel’s enraged penis and returned to her place on the bed, kneeling
up behind
her captive patient. She nestled herself tightly to his body, resting
her hands
on the front of his thighs and pushing her crotch firmly into the
cheeks of his
exposed bottom. The material of her nurse’s outfit felt warm to Daniel
and the
teasing fingers of her hands gently rubbed his thighs up and down,
training
upwards, tickling around his nipples and back down to toy with his
handsome
navel. His penis continued to point straight out, much to the enjoyment
of the
other two girls.
“When I
give the signal,”
Charley said to Portia calmly, “I want you to be ready with the beaker,
okay?”
Portia nodded quickly, eager to see what Charley was going to do and of
course
play her part in the extraction of a sperm sample from a boy. “Okay,
good…
watch closely, this is just one way that a girl can masturbate a boy…”
“Nnnnngghghh….
Ahhhhh…” Daniel
panted softly as he felt the girls staring right between his legs, and
as
Charley snaked her right hand down from his navel to encircle his
erection
firmly.
“Good
little slave boy…”
Charley whispered gently into his ear… “I know you are ashamed… and
it’s really
sweet… it’s why I like you soooo much… I’m gonna make you feel good
real soon…”
The nervous butterflies began dancing on the inside of his tummy once
more as
the point of no return would soon be breached and he would embarrass
himself
totally in front of Zoe and Portia, and of course Charley herself. He
began
breathing harder as she continued her manipulation of his penis,
gripping,
tugging, pulling, wanking…
‘Oh
god… please let it stop…
I’m so embarrassed,’ Daniel thought. ‘Why does it make me feel so
tingly… and
nice… and horrible… why? Why does she do these things to me? How does
she do
these things to me? Please make it stop… I don’t want to cum in front
of these
girls… I want to cum… Nooooo… this is wrong… I don’t like girls
laughing at me…
learning about me… Oh god I tingle so bad I need to cum… These girls
are so
pretty… but they’re seeing me… seeing my… willy… Oh god, they’ve seen
me pee
into a jar… and now they’re getting to see me being… milked like a cow…
God it
feels like heaven… and hell… Somebody please stop the girls… it’s not
fair…’
Charley
slowed her pace even
further, tormenting Daniel and teasing his sex. Gripping his shaft half
way
down, she gently tugged down and back towards his body, pulling the
skin with
her… slowly.
“What’s
that poking out from
the tip of his willy?” Zoe asked curiously. Portia moved in closer to
see what
Zoe was talking about.
“A
boy’s penis has skin
covering it obviously,” Charley explained calmly. “And the piece of
skin
covering the tip of his penis is called his foreskin… When the skin is
pulled
back like this… you can get a proper look at the tip of his penis,
called his
glans…” With that, Charley completed the tantalising retraction of
Daniel’s
foreskin, exposing the previously secret purple-red, angry looking
glans of his
penis to the other two girls. With a familiar ‘pop’ feeling, Daniel
knew that
she had ‘skinned’ him back fully, and that he was now more exposed in
front of
the girls than ever before. He blushed anew at his ongoing predicament…
totally
powerless to stop her doing what she wanted with him in front of these
two
other girls.
“Please
Nurse Charley,” Daniel
sobbed. “I’m so ashamed… don’t do this to me…”
“But
nurse Charley needs to
complete her examination of you and I still need the sample…” Charley
replied
as though she were addressing a stressed toddler. “And you asked me to
play
with your willy so that I can get that sample… Do I need to punish you
in front
of the girls?”
“No…
nooooo… please don’t
punish me… I’m just so embarrassed to be like this in front of them…”
“Well
don’t be such a modest
boy… You’re a very handsome little thing and I know the girls are
learning a
lot of useful things that will help them in the future, aren’t you?”
Charley
replied, turning to look at the two girls. Zoe and Portia both smiled
broadly
and nodded. “There, you see Daniel? There’s nothing to be embarrassed
about… as
I said, it’s just us girls…”
“Why is
the tip of his willy
all wet and shiny like that?” Zoe asked, having returned the focus of
her
attention to the naked boyhood in front of her. “Is he about to wee
again?”
“No
Zoe,” Charley giggled.
“Boys can’t wee when they are big and erect like Daniel is at the
moment.
What’s happening here is that Daniel is sexually aroused because I am
playing
with his penis… And when a boy becomes aroused, he lets out a little
bit of
wetness that proves he is excited… It’s similar to the wetness you
might feel
when you get all tingly and excited around your own private parts…”
“Oh
yes… I feel a bit like
that now…” Zoe confirmed, Portia adding her own nod of agreement.
“Well,
the wetness that forms
around a vagina and from the penis help make sex easier… Everything
gets all
slippery and enables the penis to enter the vagina quite easily…”
Charley
continued her discussion on the facts of life. “The most important
thing to
know when this fluid starts to appear on a boy is that he is nearly
ready to
cum…”
With
that, Charley allowed the
foreskin to cover the tip of Daniel’s penis once more and began to
quicken the
pace of her stroking. Daniel’s breathing began to deepen again as his
arousal
grew… His focus was less about being naked in front of three girls and
the
humiliation he had previously felt as a result, but more now on the
growing
feeling of lust and desire for release simmering in his body.
Quicker,
Charley moved her
hand back and forth, and more tightly she gripped. Daniel’s body bucked
a
little as he felt the beckoning call of his climax, like a lightning
bolt
announcing some sort of inevitable thunder.
“Okay
Portia… it’s nearly
time… be ready with the beaker,” Charley instructed calmly, flashing
the girl a
secret, knowing smile. Portia grinned, and brought the beaker to a
position
deemed safe enough to catch what they needed. Charley nodded, then
addressed
Daniel… “Nearly there Daniel… I’m going to keep gripping tighter and
wanking
faster and faster and I’m not going to stop until you’ve given your
sample and
made yourself feel good… Okay?”
“Nnggghh…
Okay… Please… I feel
all funny…” Daniel weakly protested. “I want to go home…”
“Tell
me to make you cum…”
Charley said sternly, quickening her pace further…
“Please…”
Daniel gasped.
“Please make me cum Nurse Charley…”
“Tell
me that you submit to
me… tell me that you submit, and that you’re going to cum…”
“Oh
god… Ngggghhh, please…”
Daniel begged, his body tensing. “I submit to you Nurse Charley…
Oohhhhhh… I’m
going to cum…” He could feel the stirring deep within his loins… it was
going
to happen.
“Good
boy…” Charley praised.
“Good little slave boy… Cum for me… Submit to me and enjoy your cum…”
Charley
sensed Daniel hold his breath… it was now.
The
tingling began to itch at
the tip of his penis as Charley’s fingers fizzled along the length of
his cock,
drawing him beyond the point of no return. Tickling electricity spread
out
around the glans of his masculinity announcing his orgasm. His hips
started to
buck and he seemed to be unwittingly ‘making love’ to Charley’s hand.
It was a
curious sight relished for it’s ‘newness’ in the eyes of Portia and
Zoe.
“My
god, what’s happening!”
Zoe asked as she witnessed the boy seemingly having some sort of fit or
seizure.
“He’s
cumming…” Charley
beamed, feeding on the power developed by her slave-boy’s emotions, and
feeling
the muscle within his cock begin to flex. She had just pulled the cork
out of
the bottle… BANG! Victory…
The
first spurt shot like a
pistol bolt into the beaker, catching Portia by surprise. Wet and
stringy,
further powerful spurts of Daniel’s sperm erupted from the tip of his
cock as
he rode the climax of his orgasm, further debasing himself in front of
the three
girls, utterly powerless. The feelings coursing through his genitals
were
sublime, but scant reward for what had transpired previously and what
the girls
were still doing. It was a fleeting moment of distanced, precious
relief…
All too
quickly, his orgasm
began to fade until only a dribble of his remaining ejaculate remained
around
the tip of his sensitive dick. Charley’s actions complete, she let her
fingers
fall away from his genitals before climbing off the bed.
Portia
and Zoe were transfixed
by what they had witnessed, not sure whether to be shocked, awed or
relaxing in
fits of giggles.
“Oh my
god! That was awesome!
I didn’t know that’s how IT happened…” Zoe remarked, a little white lie
at the
end.
“Me
neither…” Portia agreed,
letting out a cautious, nervous laugh. “Did you see it shoot?” She
examined the
beaker and studied it’s creamy-white contents. “Wow! That was so cool!”
Daniel’s
breathing began to
return to normal and he reluctantly reacquainted himself with the shame
and
torment he was feeling at the hands of the girls. His sexual arousal
had been
temporarily satisfied, but it left him feeling withdrawn, down and
totally
emasculated as the girls continued their in depth commentary on his
examination
and his private parts.
He
cautiously watched as
Charley took the beaker containing the sperm sample from Portia and
place a lid
on it. He looked down and saw the rapidly receding erection disappear,
being
replaced by his normal, boyish looking appearance. Looking back at
Charley, he
noticed her whispering under her breath and tapping her thumb and
forefinger
together repeatedly…
Daniel
felt the tingling
electricity that had been binding his hands behind his head finally
dissipate,
and he was able to move his hands back down to his sides. He knew
better than
to try and cover his genitals from the view of the girls - and in any
case,
covering up would be more than futile anyway given what they had
already
witnessed. He noticed that was a change in his normal state of mind -
not
feeling the need to cover up any more. Not here anyway, not right now.
“Do you
feel any better now?”
Charley asked, moving to stand in front of him.
“A
little… I guess…” Daniel
replied meekly, his voice now sounding more like his real self. “I wish
I could
have my pants back though… my boy pants…” Zoe and Portia giggled at
that
remark, recalling how sweet he had looked in the girl’s panties earlier
on.
“Well,
it won’t be long…”
Charley comforted sweetly. “Portia, be a good girl and clean Daniel up
ready
for the final part of his examination.” Daniel and Portia both looked
at
Charley with differing emotions. Daniel knew better than to protest
right now.
“Really?”
Portia asked with
pre-meditated excitement, and picking up an anti-septic wipe from the
bedside
furniture.
“Yep, I
just need to nip out
and collect something from requisitions…” Charley confirmed. Then she
turned
her attention to the blushing Daniel. “Be a good boy while I am gone -
I know
that Portia will tell me if you misbehave…”
Once
Charley had left the
ward, Zoe and Portia moved in more closely to the still kneeling boy,
ogling
his genitals and occasionally looking up into his eyes, smiling,
laughing at
him without actually laughing, so it seemed to Daniel.
“Now
hold still Daniel,”
Portia began. “Be a good boy…”
“Yeah,
we wouldn’t want to
report you to Nurse Charley for being naughty would we?” Zoe chimed.
“You’d get
a spanking for sure…”
“Zoe,
can you hold his little
willy up for me?” Portia asked quietly, in her best nurse’s voice.
“Of
course…” Zoe giggled,
reaching forward to grasp Daniel’s docile looking penis. She gripped
him
lightly enough so as not to start any physical changes or promoting any
risk of
unwanted sexual arousal. To Daniel’s mind, the girls appeared to
demonstrate a
lot of what they had ‘learned’ about handling a boy, and Daniel just
had to
kneel there and deal with it. Portia began to swab his penis with the
anti-septic wipe… Then things started to change…
“You
know Daniel,” Portia
began, as she ran the wipe up and down his shaft and rubbing it
repeatedly over
the glans, cleaning off any remaining sperm. “Charley is a special
girl…”
“I
know…” Daniel stammered,
amazed that Portia might now about Charley and maybe everything that
she could
do. “But how do you…”
“She’s
very fond of you… You
could be like her you know?” Portia interrupted.
“How do
you mean?” Daniel
gasped, trying his hardest to ignore the fact that these two girls were
touching his penis again, cleaning him.
“You
could join her… join all
of us… and do the special things that we can do…” Zoe added.
“You
could live forever… and
never die…” Portia added, looking up into Daniel’s curious eyes. He
noticed a
shining gleam in her eye… These weren’t just ordinary, dumb eleven year
old
girls in hospital... This was all Charley’s doing… Somehow, these were
friends
of Charley’s… They’d been in on this ordeal all the way along…
“Never!”
Daniel shot back,
blinking away his thoughts. “What Charley does is horrible… She does
nasty
things… shameful things… humiliating stuff like this… Like what she did
with
Martin too…”
“That’s
subjective,” Portia
giggled. “But one day, Charley will ask you…”
“Ask me
what?” Daniel scoffed,
losing patience and willing Charley to come back to the room to restore
some
sort of ‘normality’ to this abnormal development.
“She’ll
ask you to join her…”
Zoe remarked quietly. “But you have to be aware that she can only ask
you
once…”
“So, if
I say no, it will all
stop? She’ll leave me alone?” Daniel reasoned with logic.
“That’s
not what I said…” Zoe
confirmed. “This is real life… not a fairytale…”
“But…”
Daniel began, but both
girls hushed him as they continued to use the anti-septic wipe to clean
around
his genitals, taking time to repeatedly pull back his foreskin and
expose his
shiny glans so that they could clean it… thoroughly. For nobody likes a
dirty
boy.
Just as
Portia and Zoe were
finishing off, and before Daniel succumbed to another erection, Charley
returned to the room carrying a cream coloured plastic tub, a long and
thin
black felt covered box and a small purple oblong box. She placed the
objects
down on the bedside table.
“Has my
patient been a good
little boy?” Charley asked with a maternal smile on her face.
“He has
been a good boy, yes,”
Portia confirmed, giving Daniel a playful wink. He just looked away in
embarrassment and denial. “His darling little willy is all nice and
clean
again…”
“Good...
Now Daniel…” Charley
began in a more serious tone. “There is something that I need to tell
you…
Okay?” Daniel looked at Charley, a little concerned at the serious tone
in her
voice, like the sound of impending bad news. He nodded slowly. “Your
mother
brought you to hospital today to have a small operation… a very simple
procedure.”
“Operation?”
Daniel questioned
in a panic. “But… there’s nothing wrong with me… I just want to go
home, NOW!”
“Girls,
can you help Daniel
lie back on the bed please? He needs to be comfortable before he hears
this…”
Daniel instantly sensed that something was wrong and vociferously
protested and
tried to fight off the two younger girls. “Come on Daniel, you’re just
going to
make this harder on yourself…” But Daniel showed how headstrong he
could be if
he put his mind to it. He continued to try and push the hands of the
two girls
away as they tried to get him to recline back down on the bed.
“Lie
down now, slave boy… or I
will spank you…” Charley commanded more vehemently. Daniel didn’t show
any sign
of compliance… “I will spank you in front of all the other kids in this
hospital! Naked…”
That
did the trick, Daniel
sighed and resolved to let Portia and Zoe move him back down onto the
bed, this
time lying fully naked on top of the bed sheets. For the first time in
a long
while, he felt cold…
“That’s
better…” Charley said
quietly, placing a hand on his stomach and tracing her fingers around
his
navel. Daniel relaxed a little, and the tickling around his midriff
brought an
embarrassed giggle from him. “Good boy… now just relax… stretch your
arms and legs
out for me… A bit of exercise for you… make a star for me…”
Daniel
naively complied and
stretched both arms and legs out obediently to make a star shape.
Portia and
Zoe began talking to him and copied Charley, tickling their fingers up
and down
his thighs, around his nipples and his very ticklish tummy. He was
distracted
long enough not to see Charley whisper under her breath and tap out a
fresh
spell with her thumbs and forefingers…
Daniel
felt the tickly feeling
at his wrists and ankles that he had felt before… He looked up quickly
at his
wrists and saw that Charley had tricked him, and restrained him with
those
threatening light green snakes with the bright orange eyes. He panicked
and
tried to wrestle with them, to get free from them. But he realised that
his
ankles were similarly restrained - he was powerless yet again.
“I’m
sorry… It has to be the
snakes this time Daniel, you were a naughty boy just now…” Charley
chided
softly, wagging a finger at him.
“But
Charley… Nooooo! Please…
I didn’t know… Please, not the snakes…” he whimpered, terrified of the
slithering reptiles that somehow held him captive… prisoner. He looked
fleetingly at the other two girls, silently begging them to help him
get free.
But he found no compassion, only a smirk of derision at his struggling
frame as
he writhed on the bed, unable to get free, his crotch and privates
bouncing up
and down from the bed in a fitful display of boyish bondage. He wanted
to cry…
he wanted to cover himself up… his modesty had returned with a
vengeance.
“Shhhhhh…
I told you last time
that my snakes cannot hurt you… just relax…” Charley explained, her
voice now
soothing again. Daniel reluctantly started to calm down, slowing down
his
struggling movements until he gasped in frustration and lay there
still, fully
naked and on display, heavy heart and tears welling up in his eyes.
“So…”
he began quietly, “why
have I got to have an operation? What’s wrong with me? Am I dying?” Zoe
and
Portia giggled at his simple paranoia and his ongoing torment.
“No,
you’re not dying…”
Charley assured him. “You’re mother brought you here because she is
worried
about you… now that you have started having your… wet dreams…”
Daniel
blushed scarlet as more
of his secret things were seemingly about to be discussed with Portia
and Zoe
present.
“Please…
don’t talk about
stuff like that… not here…” Daniel protested tearfully. “It’s not
fair…”
“Your
mother thinks that you
might start to masturbate more frequently now that you have started
having wet
dreams about girls.” Zoe and Portia just giggled as Charley continued
to
explain the situation. “Having spoken to Martin’s mother, she thinks
you might
have an overactive sexual imagination too… and that there is only one
treatment
that she is focussed on right now…”
“Wh-what
is it?” Daniel asked
nervously.
“She
wishes for you to be
circumcised…” Charley replied with a smirk of empowerment.
“What?”
Daniel wailed. “She
can’t be serious…”
“Oh but
she is… she wants to
have that sensitive little sliver of tingly flesh cut away from your
handsome
little willy… She wants to take that away from you…” Charley teased.
“Nooo!
I don’t want that… I
want to stay a real boy… a full boy… I don’t need to have it removed…
Let me
go… You can let her do this…”
“Well,
it’s not her that’s
going to be doing it…” Charley announced… “Is it girls?” Daniel was
horrified
at the thought that Charley, Portia and Zoe were going to circumcise
him. He
started wrestling with the snakes again and writhing around on the bed.
“Please
let me go…” Daniel
cried, tears flowing down his humiliated face. “I don’t want it… I… I
can
decide for myself… Please don’t do it…”
“Zoe,
please prepare the
patient for the procedure…” Charley said, loud enough to be heard over
Daniel’s
pitiful cries to be freed. Zoe gleefully picked up the cream coloured
tub from
the bedside furniture and opened the lid. She scooped up some of the
cream and
fully covered her hands with it, showing them off to a quizzical,
writhing Daniel.
“Wh-what’s
that on your
hands?” Daniel asked, momentarily abstaining from his physical
exertion.
“Just
relax…” Zoe replied
calmly. “You’re just a boy… You won’t escape from those snakes while
there is
still salt in sea water… Please try to relax… it’s only shaving cream…
and I
have a job to do…”
“Shaving
cream?” Daniel asked
naively. “What d’you need that for?”
“The
nurse needs a nice,
smooth surface on which to apply the anaesthetic,” Zoe remarked
scientifically.
“And since you’re going through puberty, we need to have all that hair
away
from around your cock… What little there is… A job is a job…” With
that, and
with Daniel watching in disbelief, Zoe applied her cold hands to
Daniel’s
crotch, initially rubbing over his pubis and around the base of his
penis.
“Ahhhhh,
Jeez that’s cold…”
Daniel tensed. “Stop it! Please… Zoe, stop it… you’re tickling me…”
Portia and
Charley giggled at Daniel’s humorous behaviour, his protests weakening
as he
succumbed to the pleasurable feelings of the cream being rubbed into
his
sensitive, pubescent genitals.
“Relax,
be a good little boy…
we’ll have you smooth as a baby again in no time…” Zoe giggled as she
worked
the shaving cream into his crotch, then massaging her hands over his
scrotum
and along the length of his stiffening penis. The tingling of Zoe’s
actions was
maddening, as she deliberately started using long, firm and slow hand
actions
to work up the shaving lather around his entire private area. She was
masturbating him back to full stiffness.
Daniel
closed his eyes and
became overwhelmed by the wonderful feelings that Zoe was producing in
his
genitals as she fondled and groped and wanked him to full erection
while
expertly applying the shaving cream. He felt so naughty and helpless to
just
lie there and let a girl do that to him. The thought of it made him
feel very
much like an imprisoned little boy… weak and submissive to a younger,
yet
seemingly superior girl.
“Nnnghghh…
stop… please…”
Daniel begged as he felt a nagging tingling around his groin and in the
tip of
his penis. Zoe had brought his sexual arousal right back… “I don’t want
to cum
again… Please…” Daniel felt he was losing this renewed battle of the
sexes
hands down… Zoe and the girls had weapons of mass arousal. He didn’t
even have
anything with which to defend himself, much less have the mobility to
use it,
such was his surreal reptilian bondage.
“Okay,
he’s ready,” Zoe
announced, ignoring Daniel’s protests. While Charley retrieved a
wet-shave
razor from the purple plastic box, Zoe teased his foreskin back and
forth,
revelling at the power she had as she repeatedly exposed his tip at her
whim,
and feeding on his embarrassment. “This isn’t about whether you want to
cum or
not…” she whispered to him, without moving her lips. “I don’t really
care what
you want… you’re just Charley’s new toy…”
“Now
you better hold still
Daniel,” Charley began. “This is a five bladed razor, and if you make
it
difficult, losing your foreskin could be the least of your worries…
Hmmmm?”
“Please
don’t shave me…”
Daniel begged, totally still on the bed out of fear of losing his crown
jewels.
“I don’t want to look like a baby… please,” he sniffled. Charley
giggled and
ignored his plea, and with the skill of an expert sculptor, took hold
of his
penis and held it up and out of the way of any mischief, gripping just
underneath the glans. Satisfied, she began to apply the wet-shave razor
to his
groin and swipe away the hair that had made him proud for the last
three
months…
“Relax
my baby boy…” Charley
soothed as she continued to work the razor along the shaft of his penis
and
down underneath his balls as far as she could go. Daniel sobbed as he
felt the
razor tickling over his secret places and stripping away his sparse
pubic hair.
Even without seeing himself, the images in his mind alone made him feel
like a
little boy again. He tried to bury the sexy feeling he felt about
becoming
‘fully nude’ once more.
‘She’s
shaving me bald… noooo…
A girl is using a razor to take away my pubic hair… from around my
willy… from
around my balls… Noooo! I don’t want to look like a little boy… Damn
it! It’s
making me feel horny… Why? It shouldn’t be like this…’ Daniel wrestled
in his
mind, still cautious not to wrestle on the bed. ‘I’m just a little boy…
naked
in front of three girls… I’m Charley’s toy… Oh god help me…
Mummy…please stop
them…’
“There…
all done… how sweet
you will look when we clean you up!” Charley beamed in victory. It
always gave
her a sense of feminine pride and dominance when she applied a razor to
cast
off the trammels of a boy’s pubic hair. How she enjoyed hearing them
‘scream’
in denial within their minds… and Daniel was an equally exciting
example… Daniel
strained to look down his body to confirm what he hoped wouldn’t be
true, but
he couldn’t quite see, only the cream-laden tip of his ongoing
erection.
“Portia… another wipe please to clean him up… and while you’re at it…
empty
him…”
Portia
eagerly took Charley’s
place between Daniel’s legs and applied the anti-septic wipe to
commence
cleaning away the remnants of the shaving cream. The wipe felt cool on
the skin
between his legs as the girl proceeded to clean him off, tracing the
wipe down
underneath his scrotum, cupping him, fondling him and then encircling
the girth
of his boyhood… pulling and pushing while she cleaned.
When
Daniel’s crotch was clean
of the cream, Portia discarded the wipe and boldly climbed up onto the
bed,
sitting herself astride Daniel’s tummy but facing his feet. He felt the
warmth
of her crotch spreading through her panties as she pressing down onto
him and
then the tickling fingers dancing across the top of his thighs. She
tickled
them upwards, spreading over and exploring his newly denuded pubis,
tickling
along the length of his dick and groping over his tingling sac.
“Nice
and baby smooth again,”
Portia teased.
“Just
like all boys should
be…” Zoe added menacingly. Daniel closed his eyes as his arousal
giddied at
Portia’s ministrations and tried to blot out the humiliation and shame
he felt
at that moment, barely holding back an inevitable tear.
As
Portia closed her fingers
around the shaft of his penis, she began to masturbate him in earnest…
on her
mission to ‘empty him.’ He felt the moist warmth of lips touching his
and he
quickly opened his eyes to discover that Charley was kissing him
softly. A
painfully short kiss…
“There,
my sweet slave boy…”
she whispered. “Pubic hair is over-rated anyway… So many people race to
grow as
much as they can because they think they feel mature… Only then to
spend years
trimming and shaving it off to make themselves look and feel younger…
Go
figure… You look so cute and handsome… especially down there…”
“Please
don’t hurt me Charley…
I don’t want to have that done to me…” Daniel begged, providing a feast
of
fear, humiliation and arousal for Charley to devour. She didn’t say
anything,
but leaned in to kiss her slave-boy more passionately this time as
Portia
continued to deliberately wank the imprisoned boy. Charley’s teasing
tongue
parted his lips and entered his mouth, subduing him, making him relax,
making
him submit… She was controlling once again, solely with her tongue…
Faster
now, Portia milked
Daniel’s erection, gripping him like a badminton racquet. One hand was
fondling
and gently squeezing the testicles that were crying out for instant
relief, her
other hand stroking up and down, edging him closer and closer.
Charley
broke off the kiss and
stood up to watch the impending climax as her protégé demonstrated her
advanced
understanding of ‘boy control.’ Zoe and Charley grinned at each other
as Daniel
continued to keep his eyes firmly closed, suffering the seemingly
never-ending
debasement of his humiliation and submission. Portia’s hand was a blur
as she
stroked the boy to the cusp of orgasm…
Daniel
was breathing hard as
he fought the conflict in his mind… to let go and endure another
enforced
orgasm, or to fight it and fight it for as long as possible. He
resolved in his
mind that Portia and the other two girls would continue until they got
what
they wanted… and he felt he was about to cum…
“Nnnngghh…”
he grunted, his
tummy flexing and hips jiggling slightly. Portia chuckled under her
breath
knowingly as she felt Daniel trying to push his crotch upwards to ‘make
love’
to her hand. She was winning… just like she always did… just like girls
like
her always did…
“I’m
gonna make you cum
Danny…” Portia teased, never ceasing her vigorous stimulation of his
cock. “I
can feel that you’re gonna cum… your hairless little horny willy is
gonna shoot
for me… In front of the girls…”
Daniel
lost it… his outraged
body succumbed to orgasmic climax… his hips shuddering, his mind
protesting as
the familiar tingling electricity engulfed the tip of his cock… His
glans
throbbed as Portia’s hands left his groin, his penis remaining upright
in
salute to it’s watching conqueress.
“Oh
god!” Daniel breathed
hard. “I can’t…” But he did… Spurt after spurt erupted afresh from the
slit of
his dick, his hips jerking and trying to buck Portia from him in time
with his
visible orgasm.
“Whew!!”
Portia chimed. “Good
boy!”
Soon,
the orgasm subsided to
leave just a single dribble of his ejaculate seeping downward along his
denuded
cock. Daniel was lost in a haze of post orgasmic bliss, piecing
together the
shreds of his emotions and feelings, wondering if he was in a heaven or
some
kind of hell. His breathing took longer to come under control this
time.
Daniel
was aware that Portia
was climbing off from his tummy and through the squints of his eyes, he
could
make out that Zoe was now using a wipe to gently swab and clean his
genitals
for him. It was so embarrassing, but at that very moment, he couldn’t
have
cared less. There was no denying that his orgasm had felt sublime… it
was all
of the other peripheral baggage that went with his current predicament
that
scared him, humiliated him.
Vaguely
aware that Zoe had
completed her task, and aware that he was breathing normally again,
Daniel
opened his eyes and saw Charley looking down at him. He raised his
eyebrows in
his best ‘injured puppy’ style, silently begging to be let go. But
coldly, the
girl just stared at him…
“Anaesthetic…”
Charley
suddenly said calmly to Zoe. Beside Charley, Zoe was there opening the
longer
thin black case... Inside was a hypodermic syringe with a very sharp
looking
needle some two inches in length… Very threatening…
“Nooo!
Please Charley…” Daniel
renewed his begging, becoming tearful once more. “I’ll do anything…
please
don’t do this to me… Don’t… you’ll hurt me… Please don’t…”
Emotionless,
Charley took the
needle from the case and brought it forward to hold it in front of
Daniel’s
quivering face, horror stricken.
“I’m
sorry about this little
slave boy,” Charley began softly. “But it’s true… you do need to be
circumcised…”
“Noooo!
You can’t do this to
me… this isn’t real…” Daniel whimpered. “Don’t take my skin away… I
don’t want
to look like that… PLEASE!”
“But
Daniel, when I was
examining you, the skin covering the top of your handsome little willy
felt all
tight and restrictive,” Charley lied. “That’s not healthy, despite what
you
say… Sometimes, a nurse knows best… and a nurse has her job to do…
hmmmm?”
“Noooooo!”
Daniel wailed and
gabbled. “It’ll feel horrible… it’ll look horrible… Please… Don’t do
it…
please!! Stop it… Noooooo!!”
“Time
to cut you… Say goodbye
to Mr Floppy Foreskin!” Zoe teased mercilessly.
Charley
moved position, closer
to his crotch, as Daniel continued to protest and writhe on the bed to
free
himself from his bondage… He looked on in terror as Charley positioned
the
needle, aiming it at a point just underneath his concealed glans. The
needle
was just millimetres from his flesh… threatening… it was going to
happen… she
was going to do it…
The
room suddenly went dark
and Daniel felt himself falling… through the
bed… downwards… falling… spiralling…
spinning… The familiar sound of the wind
rushing around his ears and the harsh coldness of his nudity. He gave
in.
As
Daniel’s senses
returned, once more he could hear
music… The Spice Girls… ‘Spice Up Your
Life…’
As
his eyes focussed, he could see that he was somehow
back in his room and that a record that he had never downloaded or
placed onto
his MP3 player was sounding in his room. It was bizarre.
He was
relieved initially that
there was nobody else in the room. His crotch was tingling and he moved
his
hands there for reassurance… he was at
least still wearing
his underpants… But like the last time, they were soaking at
the front and his cock was still sensitive to touch. Remembering
Charley and
the needle, he was horrified at what he might find concealed in his
underpants
this time…
Gingerly,
he pulled the
material of his underpants up and over his cock. As before, he
discovered a wet
and sticky mess of his ejaculate smeared all around his genitals,
evidence that
he had climaxed somehow. He checked his penis, thoroughly relieved to
see that
he had not been circumcised at all… the treasured skin crowning his
glans was
still there and he rolled it back to confirm his relief. He was still a
full
boy…
‘Phew…
Thank god… Was that
another dream?’ Daniel questioned himself. ‘Surely it was a dream? A
stupid wet
dream…’
Daniel
felt the need to get up
and take a shower to clean off his latest disaster, and bury another
set of his
pants somewhere.
“It’s
just your over active
imagination Danny boy,” he said to himself, mocking the voice of his
old PE
teacher, and climbed off the bed. Then he looked again at his crotch…
His
foreskin was there, but he felt different… Then he felt it… “Shit!
Where’re my
pubes??!” Looking down at the floor, there was a small dollop of
shaving cream…
“What the hell?”
--
Postscript
-
There
is a fifth dimension
beyond which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as
timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow,
between
science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears
and the
summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an
area
which we call, The Twilight Zone…
--
Daniel
Grainger will return in
Chapter 3... Playing Mummy…
(The End)