Timothy

Even though it was only seven thirty in the morning, the sun shone brightly through the bamboo slatted blinds of the cosmetic treatment room. Four girls stood in the centre of the room laughing and talking as they waited for their supervisor.

It seems to be a fact that girls, who work in cosmetics, are usually far prettier than their clients. All four of the girls within clinic were stunningly beautiful.

They were dressed in smart pink tunics, each with a broad belt accenting their tiny waists. All of the girls had dark hair which was styled in a similar manner to each other; a severe style which was cut high at the back and then descended to the jaw-line in a sheer wing. On top of their heads they each wore a small nurse’s hat. The hats were quite dainty and very fashionable, matching their tunics perfectly. Each girl was exquisitely made up; their lips all in the same shade of lipstick, light powder dusting over their impeccable complexions and their eye shadow again in matching colour.

The room was brightly decorated in various subdued shades of pink and magenta. On the walls were large colour posters showing the results of various cosmetic treatments that were available at the clinic. Close-up shots of lips and eyes were interspaced with pictures of exquisitely shaped nude young women, their perfect bodies photographed to perfection.

Below the pictures were pink marble topped counters. Upon the clinically clean and gleaming surfaces were the instruments which the girls used to do their work. They were laid out in row upon row; most were made of gleaming stainless steel or chromium plate. Set high in the ceiling above the centre of the room was a large adjustable arm which held an operating lamp. Within the fixture were hung a series of metal braided flexible cables. At the end of each cable there was attached a pencil shaped stainless steel device, looking rather like a dentist’s drill.

Below the operating lamp, which still had to be turned on, was an open space surrounded by surgical trolleys. The trolleys held surgical trays which were neatly filled with lotions, towels, jugs and a variety of paraphernalia. By the side of each trolley was an ultra-modern chromium-plated chair. Each chair was mounted on rather technical-looking castors which enabled the chairs to move easily over the shiny pale grey rubber flooring.

The girls stopped talking and turned towards the door, each smiling a greeting as Judith Gains walked into the room. Judith smiled back at her four young cosmetologists, immediately noting that their appearance was immaculate. Judith was a most beautiful young woman, tall and neatly featured with short, severely cut ash-blonde hair. Her mouth was small and prettily shaped as was her nose. Her eyes were deep blue and had the effect of holding ones attention. Her body was lithe, with small pointed breasts and a narrow waist which accented her hips and long perfectly proportioned legs.

Judith was aware of her good looks and realised that many women that attended the clinic would have like to have looked as good as her. It is often the case that beautiful women seem to enjoy the company of others who share their beauty and it was perhaps this that made the clinic so successful.

Judith stood looking them up and down thoughtfully for a moment before coming to a decision. She reached towards the nearest girl and undid the top three buttons of her tunic until she could clearly see the girl’s cleavage. “That’s better Susan… now why don’t you all follow suit. I have a rather nice surprise for you this morning. You are all going to be doing electrolysis… a complete pubic area as well as buttock cleft. Even with all four of you working, it will still probably take all morning so if you would like to prepare your equipment.”

All of the four girls at the clinic had completed the four year course in electrolysis. Their skill and dexterity with the procedure was such that the clinic’s claim of a providing a ‘painless procedure’ was indeed true. The new units that the girls used did not have to penetrate the skin and yet provided complete depilation of hair with no chance of re-growth. Although the girls still referred the procedure as electrolysis, the new units, rather than using an electrical charge, emit nano-second bursts of radio waves at such high frequencies and amplitudes that they immediately destroy the root of the hair.

Susan looked at her supervisor and smiled. “We often do electrolysis together… and we have done lots of ‘completes’… so what is the surprise… is she a celebrity?”

Judith smiled as she saw that she had all of the girls’ full attention.  “No… it’s not a celebrity… and it’s not a ‘she’… it’s a ‘he’. Judith laughed as she heard the girls’ indrawn breath in unison - and the look of sheer surprise on their beautiful young faces. Before that could utter a word, she continued. “What’s more… he is the most delightful looking young boy.”

Their questions came fast and furious. “Why does he want it done?” “Who is he?” “How old is he?”

Judith smiled at them and held up her hands. “His name is Timothy… he has been ordered to have it done by Dr. Ashcroft, so he has no choice in the matter. He has already been shaved recently, but his hair has grown sufficiently for electrolysis. His complete denuding is to facilitate his treatment… which is…” she paused, holding the wide eyed girls in suspense… to be made to ejaculate several times a day as he is producing too much semen… which in turn is making his testicles swollen and painful. Now I don’t know any more details other than that he will be here soon and I believe… already in stirrups.”

Judith looked at each girl in turn. She noted that Susan was blushing slightly. Jane also seemed to be flushed, perhaps with excitement, Judith thought. Alison and June both seemed to have a flush to their cheeks as they began to pull the electrolysis cables down into position. Judith watched as Jane moved to the wall panel and pressed the switch that would initialise the lighting of the large operating theatre lamp.

After the girls had finished their various tasks they each stood by their instrument trolleys. Judith noticed that they were all looking at her. She knew exactly what was on their minds, but did not speak further. Instead she stood smiling at them until one of the girls bucked up courage to ask the question which was obviously on every single one of the girls minds. It was Jane that finally broached the subject. “Er… what do we do if he… erm gets an erection? I mean we will have to erm… handle his penis and…” She paused. “well… his testicles.”

Judith smiled. “Well it will probably make your job easier… I mean if his penis is standing up out of the way.” She laughed, noting that there still seemed to be a question hanging on the girls’ lips. Jane looked at the other girls and then spoke again, her face colouring up into a pretty blush.

“What… if he erm cums… er I mean ejaculates. I mean if he is young and obviously virile… I mean… what do we do?”

Judith smiled. “I was just waiting for you to ask. I specifically asked the doctor that very question. Her answer was… that she understands perfectly that you will have to handle the boy intimately. She has instructed that you are perfectly at liberty to handle him as you wish and that if you feel that he needs to ejaculate… that you may erm… aid him in this. If I can put it a little more clearly you can stimulate him to ejaculation… as many times as you like. He is already being erm… milked, yes I think that is a good term to use… in seven sessions a day. And he is made to ejaculate twice during each session. So that is fourteen times a day. The boy has obviously a very large capacity for producing semen.”

She smiled at the flushed faces of the girls, noting their astonished expressions as she continued. “The poor boy will obviously be stimulated… even by looking at you… so it won’t come as a surprise if he becomes… erm… over excited.” Judith continued to smile but her tone became a little more serious as she looked at each girl in turn.

“Oh one more thing… I am told that he is a lovely boy… and he will naturally be embarrassed… so be kind to him.” Judith looked at the girls again, her expression showing a hint of amusement at the corners of her pretty lips.

“If you feel embarrassed about making him ejaculate I can always send for one of the nurses to milk him for you… would you all prefer that?”

It was Jane again that looked at the other girls and then back at Judith. “Can we see how it goes, before answering that question?”

Judith smiled at her and then at the other girls. “Of course… and I will be around all morning… so if you have any problems… just ask me.”

Judith turned and walked through to her office which was situated through a ‘screened-off’ reception area at the far end of the room. She smiled as she heard one of the girls open the double doors that led directly through into the corridor, to facilitate the entry of a hospital bed. She knew that the girls would be having a quick discussion as soon as she closed her office door.

True to form, the girls stood together in the middle of the room. It was June who spoke first. “If he is really nice looking… erm I don’t think it would be, erm… too difficult… er if you see what I mean.” Jane smiled as June stammered with some embarrassment. She looked at Susan. It seemed as if they were all of a similar mind. Jane spoke, her authority giving her an attentive audience. “Lets wait and see what he is like… er… and then we can decide… if he is as lovely as Judith says then I don’t think any of us would be too alarmed at the prospect.”

It was almost ten minutes later that Jane heard the click of the operating light as it automatically came to full brightness, illuminating the centre of the room. A few seconds afterwards, another sound was heard, this time in the corridor which lay beyond the opened double-doors. June looked around, as did all of the girls, as a hospital bed was pushed through into the room. Curiously all the girls seemed to blush in unison as they watched two young nurses wheel the bed towards the centre of the room.

The foot of the bed was facing towards them. A large green hospital sheet covered the raised stirrups right down to the castors on the floor. Because of the height of the stirrups, which were also set widely apart, the girls could see nothing of the boy’s face until the bed reached the centre of the room beneath the operating lamp. All of the girls looked down at him. Only his blushing face was visible to the girls as they gathered around the bed. Rather than make any contact with his eyes the girls looked at the two nurses, who smiled at them rather conspiratorially.

“His name is Timothy, he’s a lovely boy… so take good care of him for us. If he needs to have a little wee-wee, I have left a jar under the bed. He has been given a most thorough enema and a good scrub in the bath. ” The nurse tousled the young boy’s hair, causing him to blush even more profusely as both of the nurses turned to leave the room, thoughtfully closing the double doors behind them.

Jane looked at the boy. Pleased for the moment, that he was looking up at the ceiling in embarrassment. She could see that he was doing his best to avoid the interested looks from all of the girls.

He is beautiful thought Jane. He has the most perfect of all good looks. She thrilled as her eyes followed the contours of his body hidden beneath the sheet. She could see that his torso was slim but could see nothing more because of the sheet, which was stretched upwards over his raised knees and over his feet. It was obvious that his thighs must have been placed as wide apart as was physically possible. She felt a thrill run through her slim body as she wondered what the nurses must have felt when they were setting the stirrups to such a wide extremity.

Jane caught sight of June and Alison’s slightly flushed faces as they moved closer to the boy, standing prettily at either side of the bed. They were looking down at him, almost in sympathy at his predicament, as his face flushed a deep crimson. Susan spoke to him; her words adding to his absolute shame. “Right let’s have the sheet off and have a look at you. Would you give me a hand Jane?”

Both June and Alison watched his face as Jane and Susan lifted the sheet from the floor at the foot of the bed and carefully uncovered his feet before slipping the sheet over his shins towards the head of the bed.

Timothy gasped, feeling cool air around his bottom as the sheet was lifted upwards. He closed his eyes in shameful anguish as he felt the sheer cotton slip down over his knees and thighs.

He was aware that his genitals were already open to view from the foot of the bed as the material brushed over his penis and was gathered up onto his chest. June and Alison took the sheet and lifted it away from his body and folded it between them before June took it and slipped it on the tray under the bed.

Jane was able to look at the naked boy for the first time. She let her eyes take in every detail of his body. She noted the perfect skin complexion the lovely long thighs, his firm young bottom and the utterly delightful sight of his tight scrotum bulging beneath his plump penis. She felt a tremble of sheer pleasure run through her body as she savoured the site of the young boy stretched out in the most vulnerable of positions… almost as if he were on offer for her very own delectation.

Jane knew that the other girls were already doing much the same as she. She smiled to herself, confident in the knowledge that they could not help savouring such a perfect body and face.

Timothy was in anguish, feeling utterly ashamed at his humiliating position, acutely aware that his knees were raised high and spread wide apart. He could feel the cool air between the cheeks of his bottom reminding him that his buttocks were also widely spread apart. He was acutely conscious that his penis was hanging down between his widely spread thighs, available for everyone to view.

He opened his eyes as Alison gently laid her cool hand against his chest. He looked up to see the exquisitely pretty girl looking down at him. She spoke softly as her eyes examined his blushing face. “Now Timothy, we are going to remove your hair with electrolysis. It doesn’t hurt so I want you to lie back and relax. You may sometimes feel a little tingle, but nothing more. Would you like something to drink before we start?”

Timothy could hardly speak, such was his acute embarrassment. “er…erm… er no miss.” Timothy did not want to have to use the jar beneath the bed that the nurse had referred to.

He shuddered in shame as he suddenly felt a hand touch the inside of his thigh. He could not help looking down between his legs. To his horror two of the girls had drawn their chairs to sit side by side between his legs. Their hands suddenly touching the inside of his thighs as they reached upwards and took hold of the instruments which were hanging down from their cables. He watched as the other two girls drew their chairs up to sit at either side of his hips. Suddenly as if on cue he felt all of their hands upon his skin.

He shivered as the girls nearest to his head, placed their free hands upon his stomach, at the same time reaching upwards for their instruments in a practised manner. He watched as they drew the pencil-like apparatus downwards; the girl to his left, casually sliding her hand down to his pubis and stretching the skin as she placed the tip of the instrument on his flesh. He felt a tickling sensation as she began to work. He blushed as the second girl looked at him, catching him unawares as she smiled sweetly and spoke.

“There Timothy, you see it doesn’t hurt at all.” As soon as she had spoken, she too stretched the skin of his pubis as she bent forward, her pretty face only inches away from his genitals.

He gasped as another hand was slipped between the cheeks of his bottom, stretching the flesh outwards as gentle fingers carefully lifted his testicles. He could not help the gasp that escaped from his lips as their soft hands and fingers touched him all over his exposed pubis. He felt something score against his flesh and looked down to see that one of the girls was drawing lines with a blue marker-pencil around his penis and testicles. He quickly looked away as one of the girls looked up at him. His embarrassment was so acute that he tried to distance himself from the situation.

A buzzing and clicking sound permeated the silence in the room as the girls bent their heads forward to examine his most intimate flesh.

He could not believe his predicament as they nonchalantly went to work on his timid and naked body. He could feel their cool hands and soft touch as they began to apply the electrodes to the short hairs that had re-grown since he had been so embarrassingly shaved.

Timothy looked up at the ceiling and bit his lip as he felt their soft hands, seemingly everywhere around his genitals and bottom crease. His shame was compounded at the thought that their faces were so close to his most private parts… and the utter dread in the back of his mind that he might become erect.

Jane looked at Susan as they both began work between his legs. She could see that although Susan’s face was still flushed it seemed to be more with excitement than perhaps that of embarrassment. Susan looked back at Jane; her lips were slightly parted as she leaned her head forward and whispered in her ear. “He’s quite the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” Jane watched her as she moved her head forward, her face only inches from his penis as she began to work quickly upon the boy’s most intimate area.

Timothy looked up at the ceiling, his mind in turmoil as he fought to inhibit his emotions. He bit his lip as their hand moved over his tender flesh. He was blushing profusely at the ignominy of his position. Their peripatetic touches caressed and aroused his flesh, whether by mischievous design or merely in the need to access their areas of work… the result was same. He felt an all too familiar stirring in his loins.

The girls worked quickly, their handling of the pencil-like electrolysis units was deft and sure. Each girl was quite capable of treating over two thousand follicles in an hour. Within the morning session, the boy would be denuded of every single hair of his pubis. Although all hair growth would be stopped, the hairs would remain in situ until the area was cleaned by waxing and stripping.

The constant clicking of the units, the girls breathing and rustle of their tunics as they moved, were the only sounds to be heard within the room. The absence of noise seemed to amplify the boy’s distress in being in such an embarrassing situation.

One of the most embarrassing aspects of his predicament was the casual way that the girls were able to touch him as and when they wanted. The casual application of perhaps a hand being laid against the inside of his thigh, or the casual way in which the girls nearest to him would lay their hands gently on his tummy as they sat back to look at their work, accented his naked vulnerability.

The girls worked quickly and silently, rapidly treating each area. Their touch was soft and gentle as they carefully stretched the skin to give them access to even the finest hair.

Inevitably the intimacy of their touch became too much for the young boy. None of the girls were in the least surprised as they saw his penis begin to stir. It almost seemed that there had been an unwritten rule between them that they did not touch his penis, certainly for the preliminary part of the proceedings until it showed signs of arousal. Perhaps it was as if to see whether he would become aroused without their direct intervention. Of course his testicles were being constantly lifted and handled from in-between the juncture of his thighs… and hands were caressing his flesh quite openly under the auspices of accessibility.

Jane looked at Susan and gently touched her hand, drawing the girl’s attention to the boy’s foreskin. They both watched as the prepuce gradually drew backwards as the flesh of his penis began to swell. Millimetre by millimetre, the skin seemed to crawl away from the tip, slowly revealing the corona of sensitive flesh. They watched avidly as the rim of the glans became fully visible.

Their attention was drawn to his blushing face as he reluctantly gasped in shame and humiliation. They watched his cheeks blush profusely as he suddenly realised that his penis was becoming erect. Susan felt a sudden sympathy for him, but also a delicious frisson of excitement as his penis began to throb visibly.

Timothy groaned inwardly in utter anguish. He could feel that his face was blushing more profusely than ever. He knew that his reddened cheeks were a testament to his utter embarrassment and humiliation. His feelings were in turmoil as he felt his penis throb once more, signalling the futility of his efforts to avert a shameful erection. He just could not ignore the gentle stroking of his skin as the girls smoothed over his flesh with their delicate fingers. The touch of four pairs of hands, all concentrated on the most intimate and sensitive area of his body was entirely too much for him.

“Oh,” he gasped as he suddenly felt a hand being placed over the shaft of his penis. His resolve to avoid an erection was utterly futile. He shivered in hopeless resignation, realising that he could not help the answering throb of his tumescent organ as cool fingers rested upon the rim of the glans.

He felt the skin above the base being stretched and the sharp tingling as the soft short hairs were treated. He quickly looked down between his legs, blushing profusely as the girl touched his penis again as she bent her head to examine the area above the shaft. He could feel the tip of his organ tap against her fingers as it throbbed seemingly of its own volition. At the same time he felt his scrotum being lifted and the soft touch of gentle fingers as they slipped between his buttocks and smoothed over the timid flesh of his sphincter.

Jane did not look up as she felt his flesh engorge and tap against her fingers. Without a moment’s hesitation in her work, she let her fingernails score against the tender flesh of the rim. She delighted in the sound of his indrawn breath as she deliberately let her fingers draw the foreskin even further back behind the rim of the glans. She looked at Susan mischievously as they both watched his penis respond with a mighty throb.

Timothy quickly averted his eyes as his penis pulsed again, this time pushing against Jane’s hand as it engorged. The room had been silent until then.

Now the quiet was broken as Susan gasped in exclamation as the boy’s penis rose steadily from between his thighs. The almost rigid flesh, pushed against Jane’s delicate fingers where she held it for a moment before moving her hand and allowing the turgid organ to spring free. They all watched as the throbbing flesh stood stiff and upright between his widely parted thighs.

“Oh look at his penis, he is having an erection… oh dear… shall I call the supervisor?”

Susan’s voice was almost childlike as she addressed the girls.

Jane almost convulsed in fits of laughter at Susan’s feigned innocence. She quickly glanced up towards the boy’s face, delighted to see that his face was flushing vigorously and that his cheeks were a deep crimson as he studiously looked up at the ceiling in utter embarrassment.

Jane spoke gently, her voice low as she placed her fingers delicately around the shaft of the boy’s penis. “Yes I think we shall have to tell Judith. However I think it will be an ideal opportunity to do the hairs at the base of his little penis. Allison! If you have finished with the hair, above his penis would you slip away and tell the supervisor, please?”

Timothy could bear the shame no longer. His voice trembled as he heard their words. “Oh pleeeease… er miss. I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to er, be like this… er I just couldn’t help it.”

Jane looked at him. Her expression was kindly as she looked at his blushing cheeks and trembling lips. “Now don’t be upset. I am sure that the supervisor won’t be cross with you. But we have to tell her. Now just keep still while I do the hairs at the base of your penis.”

She could not have explained it, but Jane felt a sudden thrill as she exerted her authority over the young boy. Deliberately she ran her fingers down the shaft of his penis, pulling the foreskin downwards until the skin was stretched back as far as it would go. Her delight in holding the boy in such a way while telling him to keep still, sent another thrill coursing through her slender body.

She could see the boy’s shame written all over his crimson countenance. His lips were trembling and his eyes had a look which was a mixture of shame and guilt. He tried to avert his gaze, but Jane spoke to him again.

“Now Timothy, promise you will be a good boy and not move while I attend to your little penis.” Her words were designed to add further humiliation to his already overburdened psyche. Somehow, her delight in her mastery over the boy had made her utter the shaming instruction.

She looked at him once more before proceeding to treat the short hairs at the base of his penis. She knew the other girls were somewhat surprised at her authoritarian attitude. However she suspected that they were as intrigued as she was at their dominance over the young boy.

She watched as Allison disappeared into the supervisor’s office and the two other girls went back to work. She bent her head and began to work quickly and carefully, taking delight in letting her fingers trail up and down the boy’s erect penis as she touched the electrode to each of the hair follicles around the base. She was aware of the boy’s gasps and indrawn breath as she nonchalantly slipped her fingers over the head of the penis and drew up the foreskin until it covered the head.

So engrossed was she that she did not immediately see Allison return until the girl had seated herself once more at the boy’s waist, her flushed cheek touching his widely spread thighs as she seated herself.

She heard the boy gasp again as Susan nonchalantly cupped her hand around his testicles and lifted the swollen scrotum upwards, bending her head forward and checking between the cheeks of his bottom. Jane did not see exactly what Susan was doing, but she heard the boy groan several times as her slender fingers probed between the cleft of his bottom.

It was some time later that Judith walked into the clinic. Following behind her were two young nurses. Jane looked up with the other girls to see the pretty young nurses’ approach. The first nurse was carrying a deep tray which she placed on the console next to where Jane was seated. Jane could see marked differences in their dress -and indeed in their demeanour, from the nurses she usually saw around the corridors of the medical section.

As Jane further examined the nurses she noticed that they were both beautifully made up and looked quite studious in their wire framed glasses. Their jet back hair was cut very short and Jane thought that perhaps they could be sisters. She also noticed that their short white tunic dresses were exquisitely cut and that the material was of a particularly fine and expensive cotton. As the younger of the two nurses turned towards the boy, Jane could see a faint colouring of flesh beneath her dress, intimating to her that perhaps both of the girls were naked beneath their sheer garments. Judith addressed her girls, ignoring the frightened look of the naked young boy.

“This is Cynthia and Lisa Jenkins.” She pointed with her open palm as she introduced the young nurses. “They are both Dr. Ashcroft’s assistants and have come to demonstrate the correct procedure in obtaining semen from our young patient here. Timothy has a particularly unusual complaint in that he is producing far too much semen. The result is… er. That unless he is, erm… how shall I say… relieved, his testicles will cause him pain. They are going to demonstrate this procedure so that you will be able to erm… milk him yourselves… rather than Cynthia and Lisa having to break each time from their busy schedule.”

Judith continued quite nonchalantly, ignoring the frisson of sexual excitement that seemed to have permeated the room.

“Let me introduce you to the girls. This is Jane and Susan and over there are June and Alison.”

Timothy had immediately recognized Lisa and Cynthia Jenkins and had blushed immediately. A shiver ran through his young body as he saw their pretty faces turn towards him and look his naked body up and down. They both had a slightly amused expression on their young faces as they saw his blushes.

It was Cynthia Jenkins who spoke first. “Oh dear, little Timothy has been unable to control himself again. Never mind…” she turned towards the four girls. “If you would move your chairs back, I will start with the demonstration.” Cynthia watched as Jane and Susan stood up and moved their chairs away. June and Allison had already followed suit when Cynthia reached into her tray and took a jar of lubricant. As she smeared the gel liberally on to her first and second fingers, she moved to stand between the young boy’s legs.

“Would you two girls… June and Alison isn’t it?” Cynthia looked at them smiling as she spoke, “I would like you to place a hand upon his chest, just in case he tries to rear up. Timothy can be a naughty little boy sometimes and I am afraid that he has had to have his little bare bottom spanked on more than one occasion.” As if on cue, all of the girls turned towards Timothy, looking into his blushing face as Cynthia made the announcement.

Timothy groaned in utter embarrassment as he saw that all the girls were looking at him. For some reason he was unable to avert his eyes from them as they showed their surprise at the news that he had been spanked.

Jane was intrigued at the news that young boy had been punished. She felt a delicious thrill at the thought of his naked body being laid face down over her own lap and his upturned cheeks quivering as she spanked him. She was anxious to learn more about his punishment but was discreet enough not to broach the subject immediately. She was quite sure that she would not have been able to hide her rather prurient interest.

Cynthia drew their attention back to the demonstration as she slipped her lubricated fingers between the cheeks of the boy’s bottom. His body stiffened immediately as Cynthia cheekily teased his sphincter with her forefinger.

“Now keep still and don’t fidget while I penetrate your bottom.” She addressed the young boy sternly as she probed and stroked the neat rosebud of flesh. Suddenly the ring of muscle dilated as she slipped her forefinger up into his anus. The girls watched, enthralled as the young boy shivered with shame and anguish.

“oop’s there we are.” Cynthia announced as she slipped a second finger up into his bottom.

“Now girls, I am going to probe deeply with my fingers until I can dilate the flesh sufficiently to allow easy access to his prostrate gland. Then I will show you, one by one, what to feel for when you take it in turns to do it yourselves.”

Timothy was beside himself as the young nurse casually explored inside him. He could not help gasping with anguish at the indignity of her intimate explorations. His mind recoiled at the very thought, that the young nurse was going to let the other girls do the same thing to him. He groaned and gasped in total shame as her fingers stretched his sphincter wide.

Jane could not believe her ears as she had listened to the young nurse. So… they were all going to feel inside his bottom. She glanced at Susan to see that her eyes were upon the boy, watching in fascination as the young nurse thrust her fingers up into his bottom once more.

Cynthia continued… her actions nonchalant and practiced, completely ignoring the moans of the young boy as he began to shiver and writhe upon the bed.

She spoke once more to the girls. “You won’t need to wear gloves; his bottom has been thoroughly cleansed with several enemas before he was brought to you. He is squeaky clean inside and out.”

Her voice was cool and calm, belying the actions of her fingers as she moved them further upwards into the young boy’s bottom.

“Now if you will just watch Lisa, she will show you how we actually collect the semen.” As the girls turned their heads towards Cynthia’s pretty sister, Lisa reached into the tray and took a glass specimen tube. She held it up and turned the opening towards the girls.

“If you can see it is made of quite a thick glass. Inside the opening you will notice that it is ribbed right up until it narrows. The ribs are quite smooth and are designed to finally stimulate the penis to ejaculation and contain the content. The ridge on the side is to allow air into the lower part so that it won’t get stuck by causing suction.”

Lisa leaned forward and casually stretched her delicate fingers outwards before lowering her hand and grasping the boy’s erect penis. Her voice was equally casual as she spoke to the girls.

“After I have manipulated the foreskin and he shows signs of ejaculating, I stretch the prepuce back.” Delicately she followed words with action, stretching the foreskin backwards ignoring the boy’s gasp of shock as the skin was stretched tight.

“I make sure that the fraenulum is tightly stretched before I place the opening of the specimen tube over the head and stimulate the glans-penis like so. It is advisable to hold the shaft of the penis tightly so that he cannot evade the effect as you manipulate the tube.”

Timothy nearly lifted his torso off the bed as the young nurse moved the rim of the glass quickly up and down over the head of his throbbing organ. She did it four times before she took the glass away. Seemingly, she ignored the boy’s writing body and protestations as she looked towards the girls making sure that they had all observed the demonstration.

Timothy gasped in shock at the acute sensation, his body shivering and shaking with emotion. Both June and Alison had to use both of their hands on the boy’s chest to push his upper body back down upon the bed. Alison then took his wrists and stretched his arms back outwards above his head, her young breasts pressing against his chest as she leaned forward.

She felt a thrill of delight as she handled the trembling boy with ease. She thrilled again as she looked into his eyes and spoke. “Now just lay quietly like a good boy while the nurse attends to your penis.” She, like Jane, could not have explained the utter thrill they all felt at having total control over the young boy.

Cynthia had concentrated on relaxing the sphincter muscle rather than immediately stimulating his prostate. She was rather afraid that if she stimulated him too much he would ejaculate before all the girls had had time to take their turns. She turned to Susan, smiling at her, as she gestured towards the jar of gel.

“Put some lubricant on your first two fingers…” She watched as Susan hesitantly complied. “…there that’s the way, don’t be afraid to use plenty.” Her voice was quite casual as she instructed her. “Now as I extricate my fingers just slide your middle finger and then your forefinger up through the sphincter. The muscle is nicely relaxed now… so push straight upwards… ready… right bring your body further to the middle… there that’s the way.”

Cynthia made way for her and suddenly slipped her fingers from the boy’s bottom. “Right straight upwards… there that’s it.”

Cynthia watched as Susan slid her fingers up through the sphincter. Timothy shivered and shook as he felt his bottom being penetrated. His legs trembled in the confines of the stirrups as Susan diligently followed Cynthia’s instructions.

“Right Susan I want you to go further in and feel for the prostrate gland. Turn you hand a little and when you feel it curl you finger so you can stroke over it.” Cynthia watched with satisfaction as the young girl, her lips parted in concentration, leaned forward and pushed her fingers all the way in.

“There now… you should be able to feel it now… can you?”

The girls managed to stifle a giggle as Susan innocently moved her fingers deep within the boy and exclaimed.

“Yes I think this is it… it feels like a plum.”

Cynthia smiled as she wiped the grease from her hands with a moist medicated tissue.

“Right take your other hand… and now hold the tip of his penis between your finger and thumb.”

Cynthia waited as Susan timidly touched the tip of the boy’s penis with her finger and then, growing bolder, placed her finger and thumb on either side of the glans.

“O.K. now push your fingers more firmly up into his bottom and curl them over the prostate… pressing it as firmly as you can. You should be able to feel his penis pulse when you do it.”

Cynthia watched avidly, as did all the girls, as Susan leaned forward and pushed her hand firmly between the cheeks of his bottom. They could see the movement in her slender forearm as she manipulated her finger inside him.

Suddenly a clear liquid erupted from the tip of his penis. Judith watched her staff as the boy shivered in absolute shame and torment. She felt genuinely sorry for the young boy and moved around the head of the bed. Gently she stroked her hand over his fevered brow as he drowned within a sea of embarrassment and sexual anguish.

Involuntarily he gasped loudly. A visible shiver ran through the entire length of his body as he jerked with the acute sensation of Susan’s finger deeply massaging his prostate gland. His face was beetroot red as he threw his head back in abandon.

“Ooooohhh noooooo misssss.” He gasped, as his penis throbbed once more.

Somehow to Timothy, the thought of actually ejaculating as Susan innocently explored inside his bottom would have been the shame to end all shame. He blushed deeply as he saw her look at him in surprise.

“Oh… look miss… er nurse. Some fluid has come out of his penis and I can feel it throbbing. Shall I stop stroking him, erm… inside him I mean?”

Cynthia smiled. “Yes that’s fine Susan… you can take your fingers out now. His bottom should be nicely relaxed for the next girl.”

Each girl went through the same ritual. Jane, who had waited until last, found particular pleasure in penetrating the young boy. Her body thrilled again and again as she explored the core of his sexual being. She noted his responses exactly as her fingers roamed about inside his bottom. Her feeling of control over his most innermost feelings gave her a visceral pleasure that she had not experienced before.

It was as she placed her fingers around the shaft of his penis and stretched his foreskin back, that she came to know herself… quietly relishing in the pleasure of being utterly and totally in control of the young boy.

Cynthia immediately recognized the especially dominant pleasure that Jane was deriving in her intimate examination of Timothy. The young beauty therapist’s words did not surprise her in the least, as Jane spoke while thrusting her fingers even more deeply into his bottom.

“Now Timothy, be a good boy and keep still while I examine inside your bottom, I am sure that you would not enjoy having your bare little bottom cheeks spanked in front of all these pretty girls now would you?”

Timothy stammered in shame. “Please miss… er I’m sorry miss.”

The words confirmed Cynthia’s opinion of Jane. She knew that she was in the presence of a kindred spirit.

Her voice was encouraging as she leaned forward to get a closer look at Jane impalement of the young boy. “If you prod the prostate with your fingers Jane, you will find that he will respond in a more overt manner.

Cynthia watched as Jane moved her hand more vigorously within the confines of the boy’s buttocks, at the same time stretching his foreskin back down the shaft until the skin was stretched tight. Timothy gasped in anguish as his sexual feelings were expertly plundered. Another globule of clear sticky fluid emerged from his penis as he groaned in shame. His young face was suffused in a deep blush of purple as Jane chided him again.

“Now do try and keep still Timothy I am just going to prod you with my fingers one more time. Now try and keep your little bottom still for me.”

Cynthia glanced at her sister, giving her a knowing look, as they watched Jane’s handling of the young boy. The true meaning of Jane’s words might have been lost upon the rest of the girls, but Lisa and Cynthia knew full-well that Jane was experiencing great satisfaction from her handling of the boy’s psyche as well as his young body.

Cynthia did not hurry Jane as she experimented with the boy. When at last she extricated her fingers, Cynthia handed her a moist medicated tissue and placed her arm around her waist.

“Well done Jane and the rest of you girls. I think you will be able to manage quite admirably on your own. Lisa and I will just extract one sample and then you can give him a rest for twenty minutes or so before taking the second one. Now let’s see… what time is it now. Ah… nine thirty already… well in that case he will need to be milked twice at eleven thirty and then of course the same at say… one thirty. Will you be bathing him before he leaves?”

Jane was in such rapture at her thoughts of what they were going to do to the boy, that it was a second or so before she realised that a question had been asked.

It was Judith that answered as she gently stroked her hands over the boys blushing cheeks. “Yes, we usually perform a superficial massage after waxing and depilation… then we normally take them through to the wet-room for a deep cleansing body wash. Will that be alright?”

Cynthia smiled. “Yes that will be fine… please don’t hurry. Just ring through to Doctor Ashcroft’s reception when you are done with him. I will make arrangements to have him brought back to us. If you would let him have a drink at around eleven o’clock, with some biscuits perhaps, I will see that he gets his lunch as soon as he is brought back to us.”

Cynthia gave Jane a squeeze and then moved forward to stand directly between the boy’s widely spread legs. She looked at him and spoke. “Right Timothy, you have probably been listening to what I have said. So I want you to be a very good little boy while I milk you. The girls here will be taking over after I finish and I want you to promise me that you will be very good and not make a fuss. So look at me Timothy and tell me that you are going to be a very, very obedient little boy.”

She hesitated for a moment and then seemed to make up her mind.

“If the staff here have any trouble with you, I shall not hesitate in coming back and taking you over my knees for a sound spanking.”

She looked into his blushing face, delighting in the look of guilt and anguish in his eyes as she addressed him. She scooped a large globule of lubricant from the jar with her first two fingers before moving forward. Deftly she cupped his testicles and lifted them upwards as she slid her lubricated fingers between the cheeks of his bottom.

The boy shivered with the acuteness of her preliminary contact, steeling himself for what must surely follow.

“Well Timothy… I am waiting for your promise.”

Timothy blushed again, his voice shaking as he spoke. “Oh please Miss.. er.. I, I promise… I really will be good…  …Arggghhh.” His involuntary gasp told the girls that Cynthia had penetrated his bottom with her finger. They watched him writhe as the young nurse summarily penetrated him with a second finger and let his testicles down gently. “Now I want no fidgeting.” She leaned forward and encased the throbbing shaft of his penis, casually letting her fingers retract the foreskin until it revealed the glistening head of the glans.

Even with all that had gone before, Timothy was unprepared for anguished embarrassment that he now felt. Somehow the thought of displaying his emotions in front of the pretty beauticians humiliated him more than he could bear and yet he could not help writhing in sensation as the nurse penetrated him fully. He shivered and shook, his mind in a cloud of unremitting shame as his body naievely responded to the nurse’s ministrations. Where-ever he looked, there seemed to be a vista of pretty faces looking down at him. Their expressions seemed to be aloof and indifferent to his torment as he shivered and shook in deep emotion.

The girls watched in awe as the nurse began to slip the foreskin up and down the shaft of his penis. They thrilled each time the boy gasped and groaned with sensation. Jane could see that Cynthia was already touching the boy’s prostate gland as he tried to lift his hips from the table. June and Alison quickly put their hands against his chest as Judith leaned forward and gently held his head. Her words were soft and encouraging as she leaned over the anguished young boy. “There sweetheart… just try and relax… there it won’t be long now.”

Timothy tried to thrash his head from side to side, but Judith held him firmly and spoke softly to him. Although her gentle words were designed to comfort him, they seemed to inflame him more than console him. “There… that’s a good boy. The nurse is going to make you ejaculate quite soon… it won’t be long now… just hold on… just a little while longer now.”

Timothy could not control the tremor in his legs. His chest heaved upwards as he gasped for breath. The nurse’s fingers seemed to be probing even more deeply inside his bottom. It seemed that her fingers were following his emotions with a deadly accuracy, finding his most sensitive nerve endings and stimulating them with a skill that made futile his efforts to evade her touch. The intimate and invasive probing and prodding inside his bottom was so intensive that he felt he would die with sensation. Such was the intensity of his stimulation that he felt he could not bear it, even for one more second. Yet it continued, deft and thorough… an unrelenting and invasive plundering of his deepest sensibilities.

Jane was enthralled. Instinctively she placed her hand on the inside of his thigh, leaning forward to watch Cynthia at work. She stroked the boy’s leg sensuously as she watched Cynthia’s fingers seemingly delve even more deeply inside his quivering bottom.

“There, that’s a good boy. You seem to be coming along nicely.” Cynthia turned to Jane and then looked over at the other girls as she spoke once more. “Lisa is going to take over stimulating his penis, if you watch closely you will be able to see the technique she uses.

As if on cue, Lisa leaned forward and placed her fingers just beneath Cynthia’s, around the shaft at the base of the penis. Without interruption to the boy’s stimulation, Cynthia let go, as Lisa took up the rhythm, slipping the foreskin up and down in a well practiced motion.

The boy gasped loudly as Cynthia cupped her hand around his testicles and kneaded them between her fingers before squeezing them firmly. At the same time she began to prod his bottom with a series of firm motions.

Both Lisa and Cynthia seemed oblivious to his writhing and groaning as they deftly stimulated his young body to an anguished ecstasy. It seemed to be only moments later that Lisa held the specimen tube over the head of his penis.

Jane noticed both of the nurses look at each other as Lisa nonchalantly pulled the foreskin tightly down the shaft of his penis. Almost callously she placed the tube over the head and manipulated it up and down in a blur of speed. The boy’s reaction astonished Jane as his body became tensed so tightly that she could see the sinews of his legs in stark relief against the muscle. His hips were raised from the bed as his body froze in utter torment. Suddenly huge globules of semen erupted into the specimen tube as a cry of anguish was torn from deep within his chest.

“Arggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” His groan punched into the silence, body shuddering as if in the rigours of a seizure.

Cynthia’s voice was cool and calm, in stark contrast to the anguished cry from the young boy as he was forced to ejaculate helplessly. “Now lets have a nice big sample… there we are. Just a little longer… it will all be over soon.” Her hand was thrusting deeply between the cheeks of his bottom. Staccato jabs of her finger prodded his prostate gland relentlessly as she coaxed him both physically and verbally.

“Come along now… it will soon be over.” Cynthia squeezed his testicles firmly as she continued to prod and probe his prostate gland. She seemed quite unperturbed by the boy’s agonized tensing. Without altering the cadence or firmness of her fingers, she turned her head to Jane. “Would you give him about some firm slaps on his bottom… as quickly as you can. It will stimulate him and helps me extract more semen.” Cynthia’s tone was quite nonchalant and matter-of-fact, uttering the words as if asking someone to smack his bottom was the most normal thing in the world.

Jane did not question the request but turned her body and immediately smacked his left buttock with her open palm. She dare not look at the other girls as she raised her hand again and leaned across Cynthia so that she was able to smack both buttocks in turn.

“smacckk… smaccckkk… smacccckkk.” Her hand slapped first one raised buttock and then the other as Cynthia prodded vigorously between the cheeks. Jane could not have articulated the utter delight she felt as smacked the boy’s upturned bottom. She watched his semen continue to spurt into the jar as Lisa moved the glass quickly over the rim of his penis. She had let his penis move lower pointing it towards his naval so as not to spill the contents as the jar filled rapidly.

Suddenly without warning the boy’s body went limp, his breath oozed out of his chest in a prolonged sigh as his hips sank to the surface of the bed. Lisa removed the specimen jar and placed the lip under the tip of his penis, squeezing the shaft in an upwards motion, she milked the last drop of viscous fluid up to the tip and caught it in the glass.

Jane stopped her spanking immediately and looked at the boy’s face. His mouth was hanging open as he gasped for breath. He looked near to exhaustion, although Jane was pleased to see that he had not fainted.

Timothy could not help blushing furiously as he realised all the girls had been watching his reluctant orgasm. His young body trembled as he lay in abject embarrassment at the thought it. He closed his eyes, unable to bear the shame and humiliation.

Cynthia had quickly withdrawn her fingers from his bottom, giving his testicles one last squeeze before moving away from her position between his outstretched legs. She was sure that Jane had delighted in her instruction to smack the young boys bottom. She quickly glanced at the girl’s face to see that her cheeks were flushed with excitement.

Cynthia did not spare the boy from further embarrassment as she spoke to him. “Timothy… open your eyes and look at me.” She turned to the girls. “Little boys seem to have no control over their emotions.” She looked back at the young boy. “Now I want no nonsense when the girls milk you… no wriggling about and no tensing your bottom. Or I shall get Jane to spank you properly. Do you understand me?”

Shame-faced and blushing furiously, Timothy looked at the young nurse. His voice was tremulous as he answered her. “I… er I promise miss… oh please miss… please do I have to do it again?”

Cynthia’s voice was stern. “Of course you do… that’s why you are here. Now stop this nonsense immediately or I will have your bottom soundly spanked… do you hear me?” Cynthia slapped the upturned cheeks of his bottom as she finished the sentence.

“Smacckkkk.”

Almost faint with shame, the young boy looked up at her, his words barely audible. “Oh please miss I’m sorry… please I will be good.”

Cynthia looked at the girls. “Little boys make such a fuss when they have to have their little penises milked. You will just have to be very firm with him if he gets out of line. We have been given parental permission to spank him soundly if he misbehaves or is disobedient.

Lisa took a small metal stand from the tray and stood the specimen tube upright before turning towards the girls.  Much to the boy’s utter embarrassment she leaned over and took his flaccid penis between finger and thumb, holding the foreskin below the bulge of the head which was now partially covered.

“Just be careful around the rim of the glans when you wash him… it will be very sensitive for the next few minutes.” She slipped the foreskin back to show the rim of the glans-penis which she pointed to before laying the soft flesh down gently on to his tummy. She looked at Judith who was tenderly stroking the young boy’s cheek.

“He has produced a very large volume of semen just now… so perhaps a wait of say… half and hour, before you extract any more. There is no reason that you can’t carry on with his depilation after you have washed his penis. I have left several specimen tubes as well as plenty of lubricant. If you have any difficulty please call us at Medical Reception.”

Judith noticed that all the girls seemed rather flushed as, a few moments later; they all sat back down to work. She moved away from the boy and walked with Lisa and Cynthia back through to the reception area.

Jane had rinsed a soft wash cloth and gently washed the boy’s flaccid penis. He had jerked and groaned a couple of times as she caught the more sensitive areas. Much to his embarrassment she had admonished him. “Now keep still and stop making such a fuss, while I wash your little Willy.” The other girls had giggled as she said the word Willy. Timothy was so embarrassed, that as they laughed, he turned his head away in shame.

The girls immediately started whispering in each-other’s ears as they started work again. They kept looking up at Timothy to make sure that he could not hear their conversation. It seemed from their hurried whispers that Jane had already been elected to stimulate the boy’s prostate gland while, it seemed, that June would be handling the specimen tube.