Timothy

Part 1

Timothy
by Jane Marwood
My first short story

Timothy looked at his mother as she sat down in the easy chair by the fireplace
of  their picturesque family cottage. His face showed concern as she winced with
the pain  she felt throughout her slender and petite body.  His mother, although
beginning to suffer the first symptoms of a bout of influenza,  had, as always,
carefully applied makeup to her delicate and refined features.  Jenny Althorpe
had been blessed with a beauty and grace that was near perfection.  Her face was
exquisitely featured, the high cheekbones and beautiful shaped lips now
revealed perfect teeth as she smiled at her sons concerned expression. She was
the  product of several generations of fine breeding.

Jenny was dressed in a crisp white cotton blouse and navy skirt that
complimented her  slender and trim figure. Although she was now thirty-four
years old, her face and  body would have had even the most discerning admirer
guessing at twenty-five.

Timothy had inherited the perfect features of his mother and equally the strong
physique of his father who had died at the wheel of his car while making his
usual  journey to his office in London soon after Timothy's birth.

Timothy was now fourteen years old and was to Jenny's mind the most perfect son
a  mother could ask for. He was kind obedient and although perhaps a little shy,
he had a  keen and responsible attitude to his schoolwork and household duties.

Jenny sighed as she looked at her son and picked up the papers that were laid on
the  small occasional table that was conveniently placed by the arm of her
chair. "It says here that you must be accompanied by a parent or guardian when
you visit the  medical centre today Timothy... and with all the will in the
world I don't think I am  going to be well enough to take you on the bus. I
don't suppose that missing the  school annual medical for one year is going to
hurt, do you Timothy?"

Timothy looked at his mother, managing to hide his delight at the news. He had
no  desire at all to visit the school doctor and to be examined in front of his
mother. He  remembered the previous year when, right in front of his mother, the
retiring grey  haired doctor had pushed his hand down the front of the Timothy's
trousers and  grasped his testicles, instructing him to cough. He had not been
able to look his  mother in the face for several days such was his
embarrassment.

Another reason, even more embarrassing was that for the last year Timothy had
been  getting erections. He had never been able to bring himself to mention them
to his  mother and although his friends at school often talked about "having a
wank" as they  put it, he had never dared to make himself ejaculate. He often
found that as he rubbed  against the bed sheets at night that he was near to
making something happen, such  was the intensity of feeling that he had stopped
himself well before the moment of no  return, scared and unsure of what the
consequences would be. A manifestation of his  reluctance to masturbate was that
his testicles had swollen to such an extent that they  were becoming painful. He
had examined himself several times as he sat on the edge  of his bed and noted
the skin of his scrotum was stretched tightly around his balls and  that they
had become painful to the touch.


Jenny looked at her son and then seemed to make a decision. "Alright Timothy
I'll  make some phone calls... and as school is closed for the medical
examinations, you  might as well go out and get some fresh air. In fact you
might pop across to Mrs Grant  and tell her that I am not well and ask her if
the blouse I made Susan was alright."

Timothy managed not to blush as his mother mentioned going over to Mrs. Grant.
He  was rather in awe of both Susan and her mother. Like him, Susan had no
father and as  such, he had often been asked by Susan's mother to do odd jobs
that sometimes  required lifting or climbing a ladder  "Men's work" as she often
called it. He always  became embarrassed in front of the pretty mother and
daughter as Mrs. Grant would  occasionally run her hand through his hair and
announce to her daughter "look what a  good looking boy Timothy is... don't you
think he will make someone a wonderful  husband someday?" Timothy would blush
profusely and look down at his feet as  Susan would laugh, or sometimes try to
catch his eye. Susan was just sixteen years  old, almost a year older than
Timothy and as such, seemed far more world-wise and  mature than himself. She
was extremely pretty and was popular with boys far older  than him... at school
he would see her talking confidently with sixth formers, boys  that the school
social hierarchy dictated did not deign to talk with lowly fourth  formers.

Timothy returned home at five o-clock. He had performed several chores for Mrs.
Grant, carefully avoiding looked at her beautiful and shapely legs as she stood
watching him hang a picture, dressed, as she often did in the summer, in
revealing  cotton shorts. Upon entering his home, he opened the door to the
living room and  greeted his mother, who was looking even paler than when he had
left. She sighed as  she looked up at him from her chair.

"Ah Timothy I am afraid I am getting worse so Aunt Claire is bringing your
cousin  Hazel over to look after you and... I am afraid; I am going to have to
leave you to  your own devices as your Aunt insists that I go back with her
until I am well. I know  you haven't seen Hazel since you were small, but she is
nineteen now and a very  responsible young lady. She is already in her final
year, training as a Norland Nanny,  which is the top establishment for nannies
to the rich and famous..." Jenny managed a  weak smile." So I am sure she will
look after you well while I am gone."

Timothy had mixed feelings at the news. True he had not seen Hazel for years and
really could not remember what she looked like... on the other hand he was
rather  embarrassed at having to be looked after by an nineteen year old girl.
The second  announcement from his mother came as even more of a shock! "I rang
Vicki Grant  while you were over there. She said you were being very helpful
again... and I do  appreciate that very much. I know that she misses having a
husband as much as I do  and I know I couldn't manage without you being so
helpful. So you can give your self  a pat on the back." Jenny managed another
weak smile to convey her warmth of  feeling to her son even though she was
beginning to feel the real effects of what was  turning out to be a really
serious case of influenza.

His mother continued "I had a word with Mrs. Grant this afternoon and because
she  used to be a nurse I asked if she thought that they would mind you missing
your  annual medical. She offered to ring the centre at Bourne and they kindly
offered to let  you go tomorrow, even though it is the erm... girls day for
their medicals. I also told  her that Hazel was coming to look after you and she
has offered to look in from time  to time. It will be a lot better for you going
tomorrow as Hazel is driving over in her  own car...and she can take you over to
Bourne in the car... would you believe a girl  of eighteen already has her own
car!" Jenny Althorpe had never learned to drive and after her husbands death had
never had  an inclination to own a car.

Timothy was unable to conceal his embarrassment at the news that he would, after
all,  be having his annual medical... and worse still he would be having it on
the girls  medical day. He blushed profusely at the thought of the girls from
his school  recognising that he would be the only boy there having a medical. He
had always  been shy of girls and at school kept himself very much to his self.
Would they think it  strange... or perhaps that there was something different
about him that he should be at  the medical centre with the girls rather than
the boys?

Jenny noted her son's blushing face and thought that perhaps he might think that
he  had to line up with the girls. Last year the medicals had been carried out
in the school  hall. Hasty screens had been erected and the boys lined up on one
side and the girls on  the other. She quickly hastened to reassure him. "You
will probably have to go to a  different section of the medical centre so I
wouldn't worry that you are the only boy  there. After all it is used 'day in
and day out by' all the local residents of the area."  Timothy listened to the
news and, never having visited the centre before, was  reassured by his mother's
words.

It was almost two hours later that Aunt Claire arrived. She had not changed much
from what Timothy could remember, having the same refined and delicate features
as  his own mother but perhaps showing a little more affection than he
remembered. She  held the boys face in her hands and planted a quite sloppy kiss
upon his lips before  letting him go, only to pat his head and tell him what a
good looking boy he was.  Timothy blushed profusely and trembled involuntarily
as his aunt stroked his cheek  and held him by the shoulders while she examined
him from head to toe. "My  Timothy you are SUCH a good looking young man" She
exclaimed, causing him to  blush once more before hanging his head and looking
at his feet in pure  embarrassment and humiliation.

It was moments later that Hazel drove her car into the driveway of the pretty
thatched  cottage. She parked carefully, allowing her mother plenty of room to
manoeuvre her  car out of the drive without difficulty. Timothy managed a sly
glance at her without  being observed as she slipped off her coat to reveal a
navy blue shirt and matching  short skirt. Timothy was dumbstruck... the girl
was absolutely beautiful. Her straight  shiny hair was jet-black and cut
severely to just below her jaw line, accenting her  beautiful clean-cut
features. She was definitely a product of her mother, having  inherited all the
delicacy and refinement of her mother's features, but with perhaps a  slightly
more determined chin and jaw line. A feature that did not correspond to her
mother were the full firm breasts that pressed against the sheer fabric of her
blue  cotton shirt as she reached upwards to hang her coat on the hooks behind
the door and  the tall lithe body. Her long tanned legs were bare and showed a
great deal of her  beautifully shaped thighs as she fastened her coat to the
hook.

Timothy felt himself blushing even before Hazel turned towards him and spoke
softly  to him. "Why you must be Timothy, mother told me you were a good looking
boy...  but my aren't you just a beautifully handsome young man."

The compliment, rather than elevate Timothy's sense of maturity, made him feel
even  more childlike in her presence. He blushed, feeling the blood rushing to
his cheeks as  his eyes met hers for the brief instance of time before he once
again looked down at  his feet in abject embarrassment.

Hazel was well aware of the boy's embarrassment, but chose to ignore it in the
hope  that he would come around and lose some of his inhibitions. She was well
aware of  the effect her looks and demeanour could have on some men, and so had
developed a  talent, if she felt inclined towards them, of putting people at
their ease.

The conversations between Claire and her sister Jenny did not last long.
Looking  closely at her sister, Claire announced that Jenny was really poorly
and needed her  care and attention as soon as possible. Jenny gently kissed
Timothy and with a wry  smile let her sister help her out of the door and to her
car. It was all Jenny could do, to  look back at her son, as Claire solicitously
herded her into the car and placed a  blanket over her knees. Timothy watched
almost in dread as his mother was driven  off, knowing that soon he would have
to come face to face with his cousin Hazel,  who's beauty had already caused him
profound embarrassment.

Much to Timothy's relief Hazel had busied herself in the kitchen and prepared a
summer salad for Timothy's tea. She had laid out the cold meats, tomatoes,
potatoes,  beetroot and lettuce on several plates, which she had placed on a
tray.

"You may eat your tea in front of the television and I will give you until half
past nine  before I put you to bed... how does that sound? Timothy blushed at
the first sound of  authority, realising that Hazel was indeed in charge. What
did she mean put him to  bed? He had always taken himself to bed, sometimes
kissing his mother goodnight  downstairs and other times sleepily turning his
head to her as he laid in bed when she  came in to his room before retiring
herself.

Timothy was still blushing as he finished his tea and changed channels to one of
his  favourite space adventure programmes. He was aware that Hazel was looking
at him  from her own chair, but soon became absorbed in the latest instalment of
Space  Rangers.

As the boy sat absorbed in his television programme, Hazel examined him from
head  to foot. Noting his long legs and muscled thighs through the thin chinos
he was  wearing. She could clearly see the outline of his chest and slim waist
accented by the  thin tee-shirt which fitted tightly to his body. Hazel knew
then that the boy was quite  exceptionally good looking and wondered what it
would be like to smooth her hands  over his flawless skin. Well she would
certainly have the opportunity if the forms she  had laid on her lap were
anything to go by.

She read the paragraph over:
1 Children (under the age of sixteen years old) MUST be accompanied by a parent
or  guardian. The parent and guardian will be expected to stay with the child
during  examination and remain throughout the day. Lunch will be provided for
parents on an  ad hoc basis in the staff canteen.

2 Nursing staff will expect parents to help prepare children for tests and
examinations  and will be expected to bring any medication that the child needs
with them.

3 Adolescents (over 16 but under 21 years old) may bring their own dressing
gowns.

4 We would be grateful if any parents with nursing experience would make
themselves  known to one of the staff nurses.

Hazel smiled to herself, we shall see, she thought, as you looked the boy over
once  more. Perhaps she would tease him a little before letting him go to bed.
"Timothy it's half past nine and I see that your programme has finished. Would
you  like me to bath you... or can you manage yourself?"

The effect was startling... Timothy blushed immediately his cheeks bright red as
he  opened his mouth to protest. He had to draw in a deep breath before he could
manage  to utter his protestation. "Oh no Hazel, I always bath myself and take
myself to bed."  To Hazel's delight he was trembling visibly and bright red as
he stumbled off the  deep settee and walked towards the stairs. "Well when you
are all ready for bed you  can come down in your pyjamas and I will make sure
you are nice and clean for bed."  All though she was filled with glee at the
boy's discomfort, she did not let her feelings  show. I want you to be thorough
in your bath, remember the doctor is going to see  you tomorrow." Hazel knew
that this would elicit further embarrassed responses from  the young boy.

Hazel watched as Timothy climbed the stairs. She noted his slim hips and firm
buttocks, marvelling at the perfection of his figure. She had always liked
having  control over boys. Not for her the acquiescent breathless infatuation
that some girls  seemed to readily display to the opposite sex. Hazel had
decided a long time ago that  any relationship she would eventually enter into
would be on her own terms. Her  physical beauty and forthright manner had always
helped her get her own way and as  she had grown older she had observed the
effect she had on men as well as younger  boys.

Timothy felt absolutely humiliated as he entered the bathroom; his face was on
fire as,  for the first time, he carefully locked the door. He could not help
blushing profusely  as he thought of her words. What did she mean, make sure he
was nice and clean? He  ran the bath and took off his clothes aware that his
penis was fully erect, and the pain  in his testicles was getting worse. He
spent ten minutes scrubbing himself diligently,  almost embarrassedly washing
his penis behind the foreskin. It was almost twenty  minutes later that he
emerged from his bedroom dressed in his pyjamas. Although he  had tried to
dismiss Hazel from his mind he found that his face was still red and that  his
penis was still erect and pushing against the material of his pyjama bottoms.
Reluctantly he began to descend the stairs hoping against hope that Hazel would
not  notice the bulge of his erection against the thin striped material of his
pyjama  bottoms. Shyly he looked at her as he entered the living room. She was
sat reading  and on hearing him looked up and smiled. "Come over here Timothy,
where I can see  you." She stood up from her chair and waited for the boy to
come to her. Timothy was  completely mesmerised by her as he shuffled forward,
his mind in a haze of  embarrassment. She held him by the shoulders and then
placed her hands on either  side of his face turning his head from one side to
the other as she looked in his ears.  "Well you seemed to have cleaned your ears
well! How about the rest of you... are  you clean all over?" Timothy blushed
profusely, alarmed that she intended to examine  him further. "Oh yes... er...er
Hazel, I scrubbed all over.... Please.. er I am clean everywhere!"  Timothy was
shaking from head to foot as Hazel held him by the shoulders once more  and
placed him at arms length. She could see his erection quite clearly, but chose
not  to embarrass the boy further by mentioning it at that moment. Instead she
stroked his  cheek tenderly causing him to blush and spoke softly but firmly.

"Well I will take your word this time... but I am quite used to smacking the
bare  bottoms of naughty boys that are lax in their cleanliness. She observed
the immediate  colouring of his face to an almost purple blush as she spoke
those words. She was  deliberately reducing his stature from that of a
fourteen-year-old young man to that of  a naughty and disobedient young child.
She had realised by his look of anguish and  humiliation that he was normally
very shy and that perhaps he would be easier to  handle than she had first
thought. She immediately changed the tone of her voice "All  right sweetie, off
you go to bed and I will see you in the morning." She leaned  forward and kissed
him lightly on the forehead.

Timothy's mind was in turmoil as he stumbled up the stairs to bed. The
embarrassment of her mentioning smacking bare bottoms along with the tender kiss
on his forehead had played havoc with his delicate emotions. As he got into bed
he  realised that his penis was so stiff that it was painful, he felt faint as
he laid his  blushing face against the crisp white pillow.

After a feverish and restless night Timothy awoke to the sun streaming through
his  bedroom window. He realised that Hazel must have already been into his
bedroom  and drawn the curtains. He lay there wondering what the day would bring
when Hazel  entered the room. She was dressed in a silk shirt and navy pleated
skirt that came  down to just above her knees. She was bare legged and Timothy
could not help  looking at her long well toned and tanned legs. She wore
perfectly applied makeup  and looked even more beautiful than he had remembered
her from the previous  evening. Without knowing why he blushed immediately upon
seeing her and began to  tremble as she placed the cup of tea she was carrying
on to his bedside table. "Good  morning young man, here is a nice cup of tea,
drink it and then come into the  bathroom. I have already run a bath for you and
I want to make sure that every inch of  your body is clean before your
examination.

Hazel could clearly see the telltale bulge of his morning erection pushing the
bedcovers upwards as he lay looking at her. He quickly turned on his side as he
saw  her glance at the tented bed covers. He was blushing and trembling as he
looked away  from her, clumsily raising the teacup to his lips to hide his
embarrassment.

Although Hazel had deliberately embarrassed the boy by intimating that she would
be  either bathing him or at least inspecting his body, she had no intention in
doing so.  She knew that sooner or later she would have a genuine excuse to see
him naked and  that when that moment came, she wanted to be able to take her
time and examine him  at her leisure. She waited for Timothy outside the
bathroom door and spoke kindly to  him. "Right young man, I am going to trust
you to take your bath and make sure that you  are thoroughly clean from head to
toe. When you are finished I want you to dress in  your school uniform and come
down stairs for some breakfast. We only have an hour  before we need to set
off."

Timothy's sigh of relief was audible as he stood before Hazel covering the front
of his  pyjamas with his hands to hide his erection. Hazel again ignored the
boy's obvious  erection and turned away and walked down the staircase.


2

Parking at the Medical Centre was quite easy, as many of the parents had taken
advantage of the school bus to accompany their daughters to the centre. A kindly
looking nurse greeted them in the reception hall and began talking with Hazel.
She  looked over at Timothy and told him to sit on one of the waiting room
chairs while  she filled in the appropriate forms. Timothy looked across at them
once or twice as  they chatted while completing a sheaf of white forms. With the
end of the form filling  they were ushered into a cubicle, which was curtained
off from the main corridor.

The medical centre was much smaller than either Timothy or Hazel had imagined it
to  be. Apart from four consulting rooms and a reception hall, there was just
one other  large room.

The nurse spoke to Hazel, again ignoring the boy completely. "Right Hazel if you
would get Timothy here undressed and them take him through to the room opposite.
Nurse Davis will be there to give him his enema and shave him! You can put all
of his  clothes in this locker." She indicated one of four wooden lockers built
into the back  wall of the cubicle above a slatted bench that ran the length of
the room. "Take the  key with you. Oh if you want coffee, there is a canteen
just off reception." Hazel felt a  thrill run through her at the young nurses
words. "Do you want him to leave his  underclothes on?" Although Hazel already
knew the answer she wanted the boy to  hear it for himself. "No they tend to get
lost if they are left in the examination rooms  so we find it best to leave all
of their clothes in the locker."

Without another word the Nurse pulled the curtain across the opening of the
cubicle  and left Hazel and - a profusely blushing and trembling Timothy, alone.

Hazel savoured the moment as she turned towards Timothy. He was trembling
visibly  and as she touched his shoulder he almost flinched, such was his abject
state of  nerves. "Right Timothy you hand me your blazer and shoes, those seem
to the biggest  items and I will put them away for you." She kept her tone
neutral as she watched him  blushing and trembling as he stood in front of her."
Each stage of his undressing was  an absolute delight to Hazel. She stood
admiring his chest and narrow waist as he got  down to just his trousers.

Turning to the lockers she tucked his socks into his shoes, wondering if he
would start  unbuttoning his trousers without being prompted. Hearing no
movement from him she  turned back towards him, she could see his eyes had began
to water slightly as he held  his hands to the clasp of his trousers, making no
further movement. A thin sheen of  perspiration had formed on his body as he
stood trembling, his eyes down cast and his  bottom-lip quivering.

"Come along Timothy," she savoured the next phrase "drop your trousers!" Timothy
undid the buttons with trembling fingers. Not daring to look at Hazel as he
eased the  material down his thighs, acutely aware of his erection, which tented
the thin cotton  material of his underpants. Handing his trousers to Hazel he
suddenly covered his  erection with both hands, pushing his bottom backwards and
almost crossing his legs.  Hazel pretended not to notice as she carefully folded
his trousers and laid them on top  of the neat pile of clothing she had taken
from the boy. She could here the sounds of  females talking in subdued tones
from other cubicles along the corridor, when  suddenly she heard a loud slap and
an admonishing raised voice "Now get those  panties off straight away you
naughty girl." She glanced at Timothy who had also  heard. He looked at Hazel in
anguish, tears welling up in his eyes as he stood  cowering before her. Hazel
could not miss the opportunity as she looked at Timothy.  "Now you wouldn't want
me to smack your bare little bottom for being difficult,  would you Timothy?"
Hazel looked at him and placed her hand under his chin raising  his head so that
he could do nothing but meet her steady gaze.. "Would you  Timothy?" With
trembling voice Timothy shook his head... er no miss." Hazel's  heart jumped a
beat at the use of the word miss, instead of her Christian name.

She knew that the nature of the relationship had changed at last. Her
authoritarian  manner and the constant humiliation of him had finally reduced
his self-esteem  enough for him acknowledge, perhaps unconsciously, her complete
superiority over  him. Her constant referral to him as more of a child than an
adult had helped his  unconscious thought accept, however reluctantly that,
subtle but important, shift in  their relationship. "Place your hands on your
head young man... and stand up straight." Hazel waited  for the boy to obey. She
knew that she might have to wait for him to compose  himself, but instinctively
she knew that he would eventually comply. She tapped her  foot and folded her
arms as if impatient. She felt a thrill run through her body and a  tingling
between her legs as she watched the boy stand straight and reluctantly  uncover
himself and place his hands upon the top of his head. "You can straighter  than
that arch that back shoulders back, you don't want me to think of you as a
slouch...do you?" Trembling and blushing a bright red, Timothy stood straight,
staring in horror as  Hazel went down on one knee in front of him and placed her
delicate hands on either  side of his waist. He shivered uncontrollably as she
slid the smooth palms of her  hands down inside the waist of his underpants. She
watched his face for a moment as  she slowly pulled them down until his erect
penis halted them. Looking at his groin  she lifted the waistband over his
penis, watching it spring upwards as it was freed  from the confines of the
material. She was astonished at how large it was for such a  young boy. Her face
was only inches away from the smooth bulbous head, which she  noted had been
circumcised, as she slid the garment down his thighs and to his feet. "Lift your
feet so that I can take them off, there's a good boy." Hazel's voice was
soothing, her tone almost husky as she slid the garment from his feet and stood
upright.

She placed the garment in the locker and then before Timothy could cover himself
she  spoke sternly to him. "Stay exactly as you are... and tell me young man..."
She  paused for effect "Why you have an erection?"

Timothy did not believe he could have been more embarrassed his mind was in a
whirl, the cheeks of his face were on fire, and he was trembling from head to
foot.  "I......d'''ddddonnt k'know muh mmm miss. I..."

He failed to finish the sentence, feeling near to fainting as Hazel looked at
him, her  face seemingly serious and stern. "Well young man, I will just have to
take you out into the corridor as you are... I  sincerely hope that we don't
meet anyone." Holding his chin in her hand she looked  into his eyes. "Now put
your hands down by your sides and follow me." Before he  could protest or
compose himself she had taken hold of the curtain to the cubicle and  opened it
wide, stepping into the corridor immediately. Almost fainting with
embarrassment the trembling boy followed her. He could not help clasping his
hands  to his groin as he stumbled after her, pressing his hands tightly to his
penis so that it  was tight against his body. He walked with his knees pressed
together as he followed  her to the door opposite and stood cowering while she
opened it.

If Timothy thought that his humiliation could get no worse, then he was in for a
shock. It was Hazel's quick thinking in catching hold of his arm that stopped
him  from fleeing down the corridor. In the room were two nurses, one of about
twenty  years old and the other a student of not much more than sixteen years of
age. There  were several mothers who were standing with their daughters. It was
a large tiled  room with several baths, two of which had the curtains drawn
around them. In the  centre of the room was an examination table complete with
stirrups, which were set at  such an angle that, even to the casual observer it
would be obvious, that, one's legs  would have to be spread high and wide to fit
in them. All the girls were wearing dressing gowns of various styles. To
Timothy's absolute  horror one of the girls was Susan. She was wearing a fluffy
towelling dressing-gown  and looked completely composed, her hair freshly
brushed and shining with health,  her pretty face even had a touch of makeup.
Behind Susan was Mrs Grant, who upon  seeing Timothy immediately came over to
him. "Ah there you are Timothy, I knew  you were here somewhere." She turned to
Hazel, seemingly ignoring the boys  nakedness and abject embarrassment. "You
must be Hazel, Timmy's mother said you  would be bringing him, I hope you didn't
have any trouble finding the place then?"  Hazel smiled at Mrs. Grant and held
out her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Vicki isn't  it? Yes I found the place with
no trouble at all." They shook hands and Vicki  immediately turned her attention
back to Timothy. She had always wanted to see the  boy naked and now was her
chance. Even though he was cowering crouched against  the cold white tiles of
the wall, trying to hide his naked body from the interested  stares of the
mothers and the curiosity of their daughters, she could confirm that he  was, as
she had always thought, a perfectly physically proportioned boy.

She spoke to Hazel again. "The rest of the girls have had their enemas, there is
only  Timothy left to do. So I am sure Nurse Davis will prepare Timothy next and
then she  will probably help you bath him." She turned to Timothy as she spoke
again. "I am  sure Timmy doesn't want to stand naked in front of all us ladies
and the girls for any  longer than he has to."

Susan looked at Timothy, admiring his perfectly formed body. She had always
liked  him and looked forward to him coming over to her house. Even though he
was two  years younger than her she had always known that he was someone
special. She  looked over his naked body and although his hands were clasped
over his groin she  could clearly see that his penis was erect. Susan had often
visualised what the boy  must look like naked, but the reality, despite his
crouching position was better than  she had ever hoped. She smiled at him and
watched him blush an even deeper red as  she spoke.

"Hello Timmy, mummy said you were having your medical with us today. Gail and
the rest us girls," She looked over shoulder at a tall blond girl who, had never
taken  her eyes off the boy since he had come through the door. "...are going to
join the line  for the doctor so you will be on your own in here. Don't worry we
all have to go  through it." She smiled kindly at him and walking forward
touched her hand to his  blushing cheek. Timothy could never have envisioned,
even in his widest dreams that  he could feel so humiliated. To be naked, not
only in front of Susan and her mother,  but in front of Gail the head-girl who
besides Susan was the prettiest girl in the  school.

Gail was tall and her maturity and aloof demeanour had set her apart from the
rest of  the school, making her the perfect choice for the prestigious position
of head prefect.  Excelling at sport as well as academic work she was extremely
popular amongst all of  the teaching staff as well as the pupils. He had seen
sixth formers, boys that would not  even think of talking to him, mooning after
her like lost sheep. Now the humiliations  of humiliations, she was seeing him
naked and cowering in front of her.

"Timothy was as near to fainting as he had ever been as Mrs Grant took his arm
and  propelled him along to the examination couch. Hazel walked with her and
took the  boy's other arm as Timothy tried to crouch even lower to the floor;
his face was  ablaze with utter humiliation and embarrassment as the nurses came
towards him. It  was like a nightmare as he was made to sit on the end of the
examination table and  then lay back. He felt his legs being lifted and spread
wide open as they placed them  in the stirrups lifting his bottom completely off
the bed. A pad was placed under the  small of his back, which supported him and
elevated his bottom even further away  from the bed. He resisted as the young
student nurse moved to his side and gently  took his wrists to pull his hands
away from his groin.

Hazel spoke sharply to the trembling boy. "Look at me Timothy." He opened his
eyes  which he had tightly shut with embarrassment and looked at Hazel through
his widely  spread legs.  "Naughty boys get their bare bottoms smacked... and
you are no  exception." Vicki Grant looked on with admiration as Hazel delivered
three sound  slaps to the boy's naked buttocks. You could have heard a pin drop
in the room such  was the silence that followed. It was such a shock to the boy
that it was several  seconds before he managed to gasp in astonishment.

Hazel spoke again; "Now my boy, let the nurse position you properly and perhaps
we  will have no more such nonsense." Both Vicki and Hazel watched the
uncovering of  the boy in silence. The nurse took his wrists and raised his arms
until they were laid  on the bed stretched out above his head. Hazel was now
able to examine the boy at  her leisure. His penis was completely erect and
pointing upwards toward the ceiling.  His swollen testicles had stretched the
scrotum so tightly that the skin shone under the  overhead lights that
illuminated the examination table.  Vicki Grant called to her daughter as she
was leaving with the rest of the girls and  their mothers. "If you go and join
the line Susan I will be with you in a few  moments."

Timothy did not hear Susan's reply such was his utter embarrassment in realising
that  not only had he been smacked in front of Mrs. Grant and the nurses, but
that Susan  and the rest of the girls had still been in the room. He lay his
head to the side and  closed his eyes tightly with pure and utter embarrassment
and humiliation.

Both Hazel and Vicki looked down at the boy as Nurse Davis Wheeled across a
trolley, filled with a variety of instruments. One of the four corners of the
trolley  ascended into a stand that had an enema bag held high with tubing
descending to the  glass top which held the instruments.

Vicki whispered to Hazel as they stood side by side examining the boy. "He has
the  most perfect looks and physique of any boy I have ever seen." Hazel nodded,
not  taking her eyes from the boy's body. "Wonderful skin too, look at him, his
skin is  flawless." They moved back from between the boy's widely spread legs as
Nurse  Davis handed the enema nozzle to the young nurse and then greased her
un-gloved  finger with lubricant. "Now keep still Timothy" She announced "I am
just going to  slide my finger up into your little bottom and lubricate you a
bit before I put the  nozzle in. So be a brave boy." .

"Open your eyes and pay attention to the nurse there's a good boy." Mrs Grant's
voice, which was soothing but firm, had the desired effect as she watched the
young  boy open his eyes. Hazel realised that perhaps there was more to Vicki
Grant than met  the eye. Vicki put her arm around Hazel's waist as they both
watched the two nurses  at work on the boy. Timothy groaned and writhed as first
a finger was slid up into his  bottom and then his buttocks spread wide by nurse
Davis, while the young student  nurse gently inserted the pre-greased nozzle
right up into his bottom. Hazel could not  help feeling a thrill as Timothy
grunted as the lower part of the nozzle was inflated  with deft squeezes of the
rubber bulb that the young nurse held in her hand. Nurse  Davis let go of the
boy's buttocks and immediately started lathering a shaving brush.  Almost
nonchalantly she applied the brush to his genitals, gently lifting the swollen
testicles as she applied the foam evenly. The younger nurse reached upward and
switched on the water from the enema bag and then took a razor from the trolley.

In an almost callous and casual manner she took hold of the young boy's penis
and  ignoring his moans of protestation, moved it this way and that as she
shaved the entire  area between his legs and buttocks.

Timothy was beside himself with utter humiliation as the nurse deftly pulled the
skin  of his foreskin tightly up over the head of his penis and shaved the small
hairs that  could be seen on the base of the shaft.

He opened his eyes in shock as he felt one of the nurses stretch his bottom
cheeks  wide while the nurse shaved in-between them. He gasped as she moved the
tube from  side to side to facilitate the further exposure of the crease of his
bottom.

Timothy felt his eyes well up with tears of embarrassment. The light above him
became blurred as he felt the first pangs of cramps in his tummy. He groaned
audibly  as the water began to fill up inside him. The young nurse looked at
Hazel and  beckoned her over to the side of the examination table. "Will you
gently rub his  tummy for him, it will stop some of the cramps and he still has
another pint to go." Hazel moved to the boy's side and placed one hand gently on
his chest and stroked his  cheek with the other. She watched as he opened his
eyes, his expression showing his  utter dismay as she leaned her head over his
and whispered to him. "Don't worry  Timmy, I think all the younger boys have had
to go through this before their medicals.  Somehow her words or the closeness of
her caused him to blush an even deeper shade  of red. "I am going to rub your
tummy a little it will help you." As Hazel rubbed  almost sensually over the
boy's tummy she casually let her forearm brush over the  head of his penis. As
if it was the most normal thing in the world she took hold of his  penis and
moved it out of the way while she rubbed his lower stomach. "There has  that
lessened the cramps Timothy?" He looked at her through his haze of
embarrassment, feeling her stretch his erect penis back between his legs as she
continued rubbing his stomach. Another hand was placed on his chest and he
looked  to his right to see Mrs Grant peering over him. "I have to go Timothy,
but I will pop  in and see you before I go." She looked up at Hazel and smiled.
"I am helping some  of the nursing staff as well as looking after Susan, but I
will see you later.

The nightmare continued... Hazel and the nurses helped and guided him to the
toilet...the humiliation as a hand reached between his legs and deflated the
nozzle...  the bending over as a syringe was pushed into his bottom and water
expelled up into  him... standing naked and ashamed after he had expelled so
that the nurse could  examine the contents of the toilet bowl.

Timothy could not believe that he could be so humiliated. He trembled and shook
as  the nurse made him walk to the middle of the room and bend over whilst she
wiped  his bottom like one would a small child. She then instructed him gently
but firmly.  "Hands on your head and legs wide apart. Stand straight like a big
boy now." When at  last he had his legs spread apart and his hands placed on his
head to her satisfaction,  she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him.
To his horror she moved the chair  closer, her knees almost between his legs.
His body tensed as he watched her hand  encircle his penis. Although his penis
was no longer erect he felt utterly humiliated  and powerless as her cool
slender fingers encircled his timid flesh. Without preamble  she lifted his
penis upward as she placed her other hand beneath his scrotum and  gently lifted
his testicles, pulling them forward from between his widely spread legs.  Her
cool hands gently holding his most intimate and private parts, was too much for
Timothy to bear. He felt his penis throb between her delicate fingers and begin
to  erect.

Both Hazel and the young nurse had moved to stand in front of him. He looked at
them, his whole body beginning to shake with the shame he was feeling. Nurse
Davis  spoke to Hazel and the nurse ignoring both the boy's utter humiliation
and his  erecting penis. "This is most unusual I have only seen it once before."
She pulled his testicles even  further forward, ignoring Timothy's gasp as she
held them firmly stretched away from  between his legs. "His testicles are so
swollen that they are causing pain. If I were to  guess I would say that he has
not yet ejaculated, although as you can see the testes are  full.. and he is
obviously capable of an erection." She squeezed his penis and let her  hand
slide down the shaft exposing the glans and ignoring completely the boy's
complete humiliation and groans of dismay.

I will let you bath him if you will Hazel and have a word with the doctor while
you  are doing that. Tina will help you bathe him..." She nodded at the young
nurse, but  try to avoid him ejaculating as I would like the doctor to see
this." She hefted his  testicles in the palm of her hand as she spoke.

Timothy looked at Hazel, his face filled with shame as he saw her looking at his
testicles and penis. He blushed again as she looked him in the eye. "I hope
Timothy that you are going to behave yourself while the nurse and I bath you
and that I am not going to have to smack your bottom again."

Timothy looked at her his bottom lip trembling and mumbled to her almost
incoherently. "err....nnnnooo..miss."

The Bath was prepared and a naked and trembling Timothy was made to stand in the
ten inches of water that the young nurse had drawn into the bath. Tina looked at
Hazel  and spoke to her a voice that showed her admiration for how she handles
the boy. "Er  Miss... erm,,, Hazel, if you would get the boy to hold on to the
safety rail up there....  Er you will be able to hadle him erm... more easily."
Hazel smiled to herself as the young nurse pointed to the safety rail that was
set into  the ceiling above the bath. Two chromium plated adjustable rods
extended down from  the ceiling to a bar, which was high enough to make Timothy
have to stretch to reach  it. Hazel was aware of the exact meaning of what the
young nurse had said, in that the  boy would be completely open to their
ministrations.

"Grasp the bar Timothy and open your legs wide, let's have no nonsense now." She
slapped him lightly on the buttocks, much to the embarrassment of the boy and
perhaps, she thought, to the delight of the young nurse.

Timothy stood and endured the most humiliating bath he had ever had. Not only
did  they handle him like a prize animal on show, but their comments on various
parts of  his anatomy, accented his total shame and vulnerability.

"Right keep straight and stop squirming about" Hazel admonished him as she took
the  first scoop of water and began to lather her hands with soap. Tina followed
suit as  they began at his shins and lathered him up to the tops of his thighs.
Timothy could  not cope with the sensation of their soft and delicate hands
gently soothing and  caressing his body. His penis had erected fully and was
standing straight out and  upwards from his body at an angle of forty-five
degrees. Both Hazel and the young  nurse deliberately ignored his genitals as
they began to soap over his chest. Hazel  became aware of the sensitivity of his
nipples as she gently scraped her nails over  them on the pretence of washing
his chest.

The intimacy of them washing under his arms and around his chest had him
trembling  from head to foot. He knew with an absolute certainty what was yet to
come, dreading  the moment when they would turn their attention to washing
between his widely  parted thighs. It was Hazel that made the first move, making
the most of the situation  she took hold of his chin and made him look her in
the eyes. She could see the distress  written all over his face as she spoke to
him. "Right Timothy, I am going to wash  your penis and testicles and I do not
want any false modesty from you young man.  Now turn to face me and get those
legs spread wider so that I can get at you properly.  Remember... any nonsense
and you will be out of this bath and over my knee... and  all in front of our
young nurse here. So Timothy my boy... are you going to be a good  boy or will
you be going over my knees with that bare bottom of your raised in the
air...mmm?"

Her words could not have been chosen better for the humiliating effect it had on
the  young boy. His face suddenly suffused in an almost purple blush as he
looked at her.  He could not speak such was his abject dismay... instead he
opened his legs as wide  as he could and looked down shamefaced and trembling.

The first touch of her hand was like an electric shock as she took a firm hold
of his  penis and without warning stretched the foreskin back as far as it would
go. He jerked  his hips in shock as she raised her other hand and soaped behind
the rim of the glans.  He trembled and shook as she washed his penis thoroughly,
before reaching right  between his legs and carefully drew his tender scrotum
forward rolling the testes in  her hand before applying more soapy lather to his
most intimate parts. Suddenly he  felt himself beginning to throb uncontrollably
and his body tremble as  the acute  sensation of an impending ejaculation surged
through his young body. Hazel felt it at  that very same moment and took her
hands away from the boy. Hoping that she was  not too late and the boy would
ejaculate. This was something that she did not want...  at least not yet. Her
surprise turned to a smile as Tina, who had been aware of the  danger suddenly
dowsed the whole of his genitalia with a jug of freezing cold water.  The boy
gasped out loud as the shock of the water hit him. "arrgghh... ahhhhh"

Hazel could not help smiling at Tina as the boy shivered from the shock of the
cold  water. She ignored his protestations and spoke to Tina. "Well that seemed
to do the  trick, I think we are nearly finished if you would just bend him over
and wash his  bottom I think that will do."

More humiliation followed as Timothy was made to hold on to the side of the bath
with his legs spread wide apart, while the young sixteen year old, insinuated
her small  hand between the cheeks of his bottom and washed him thoroughly. He
gasped as a  slender finger was pushed against the tight rosebud of his
sphincter and to his horror,  pushed up inside him. To add to his humiliation
her other hand slid around his hips  and he felt slender fingers take a firm
hold of his penis. "Just one more little push and  I am almost finished." Her
soft voice almost whispered in his ear as she pushed up  into his bottom and at
the same time jerked his foreskin up and down the shaft of his  penis in quick
succession until he was fully erect again. "Arggghhh...arggghhhh. He moaned and
groaned as the young girl expertly  manipulated him, feeling the head of his
penis slap against his tummy as she stretched  his foreskin backwards and
forwards.

"There now we are all done." She whispered as she suddenly pulled her finger
from  inside his bottom and smacked him smartly on the buttocks. She let go of
his penis  and stood back. "Right young man. Let's have you out of this bath and
dried off."  Hazel wondered as she watched Tina manipulate the boy so expertly,
how many  young boys she had done that to, at their compulsory medicals.

As Hazel dried the boy she continued to subjugate him with words and actions.
"Bend  over there's a good boy and let me dry your little bottom." She parted
the cheeks of  his buttocks with her bare hand and then proceeded to dry between
them. As she stood  him up and died his chest she mad sure that the towel
constantly rubbed the tip of his  penis. She mad him stand with his legs wide
apart while she took hold of his penis  and patted it dry. She repeated the
procedure with his testicles, aware that boy was  absolutely suffused in a blush
from head to toe. The final humiliation was when she  asked Tina to check his
bottom and behind his foreskin to see if he was completely  dry, accompanied by
the remark; "I usually have to powder little boy's bottoms after  they have been
bathed. I don't suppose you have any do you?"

Timothy absolutely cringed with embarrassment at the remark and the instruction
she  gave to the young nurse.

Timothy could hardly bring himself to look at her as the nurse stood in front of
him in  her crisp white apron. "Legs apart and bend over, there that's the way."
She leaned  over him and encircled his waist her hand reaching up under him and
nonchalantly  taking a firm hold of his penis and testicles as her other hand
explored between the  cheeks of his bottom. "Right up you get, come along now."
She hurried the boy to a  standing position and slapped the inside of his thighs
until they were spread to her  satisfaction. Timothy could have sworn she had a
satisfied smirk on her face at his  abject humiliation, his body was trembling
all over as she reached forward and deftly  took a firm grip on his penis. He
trembled as she moved close to him. Her young  breasts were almost pressed
against his chest as she reached between their bodies and  cupped his testicles
in an upward motion and at the same time stretched his penis so  that it was
touching his naval. He could not meet her gaze as she stepped back again  and
deftly pulled his foreskin back along the shaft and examined behind the glans,
she  moved the swollen flesh this way and that and then casually patted it in an
upward  motion before letting him go.

Timothy was near to tears with embarrassment as he was made to walk between Tina
and Hazel as they left the tiled bathroom and proceeded towards the larger room
at the  end of the corridor. Again he clasped his hands to his groin, battling
to keep his erect  penis hidden from view. As they walked down the corridor he
could see several of the  mothers with their daughters who were fully dressed in
their school uniforms.  Timothy cast his eyes to the ground and began to crouch
lower, it was just as they  were passing a pretty girl of sixteen and her mother
that Hazel slapped his bottom  twice in quick succession. "I can see that I am
going to have to take you over my knee  if there is any more nonsense. Now stand
up straight and walk properly you naughty  child."

Timothy wished a hole would appear in the floor and swallow him up, such was his
dismay as involuntarily he looked up to see the girl snigger at his nakedness.
The  mother raised her eyebrows to Hazel in sympathy as Hazel took his arm and
pulled it  away from his groin. Timothy could not contain his penis and
testicles in just one  hand so he pressed his penis close to his tummy as he was
led towards the door of the  common room.

As they entered a nurse as well as Mrs Grant were clearing screens away. To the
side  of the room He could see Susan and Gail, now fully dressed, helping to
arrange the  screens against the wall. Timothy groaned with embarrassment as he
saw Susan and  Gail. The nurse stopped and turned to Hazel. "If you have Timothy
wait by the door  over there, I will see how long it will be before he can see
the doctor,. Why don't you  go and get a coffee, you must be parched"

Hazel smiled at Tina and instructed the boy to go and wait by the door. When he
hesitated Hazel immediately took a firm grip on his upper arm. Timothy groaned
in  horror, as he saw that the door the nurse had indicated was where both Susan
and Gail  were stacking the screens.

The offer by both Gail and Susan to help with the screens had not been entirely
altruistic. Susan knew that Timothy would be the last to go in and that in all
likelihood her mother would stay at least to see Hazel, before she left. She
smiled at  Gail almost conspiratorially.

They both watched as the naked boy was escorted by Hazel to wait by the surgery
door. The door, which was only a few feet from where they were standing, had a
screen in front of it, which was shaped in the letter L.  He was again crouched
low,  both hands now protecting his modesty as best he could as he hobbled
rather than  walked to the closed door and disappeared behind the screen. He had
managed to  avoid the interested gaze of the girls as he walked across the room.
Once behind the  screen Hazel spoke sternly to him. "Right young man I have told
you about being  slovenly once too often." Without warning she took a hold of
his waist and turned him  around. Before he could protest she had bent him over
with her arm encircling his  waist. To his horror he realised that she was going
to smack his bottom and that Susan  and Gail were only a few yards from the
other side of the curtained screen.

"Pleeeaaaa...aasssee." His pleading was cut short by the first of a dozen sound
slaps  that she delivered not only to his bottom but also to his legs. He
involuntarily began  dancing about as she slapped him. "Smack smaccckkk...
smackkkkkkk."

"Owwwhhh arggghh... pleeeasee... ouchhhh." He could not believe this was
actually  happening to him as she tightened her grip around his waist and
continued slapping  him. "Smaaaccck... smaaacckkk.... Smaccckkkk. As the twelfth
stroke of her hand  fell upon his reddened bottom and legs she stopped and stood
him upright...

"Right young man... hands on your head...quickly now and stand up straight." She
watched him intently, her beautiful face stern and foreboding as he reluctantly
obeyed. "Now let me tell you, if I find that you have moved one millimetre while
I am  gone, you will be over my knee, right here in this room!" Timothy blushed
profusely  feeling utterly ridiculous as he stood with his hands on his head.
His long penis  although not erect was still turgid, the plump flesh lying
heavily over his swollen  testicles.

Timothy stood as he had been instructed to, when the screen in front of him was
suddenly wheeled away. To reveal both Susan and Gail looking cool and fresh in
their  school uniforms. "Sorry Timothy, Susan said as she slid the screen along
the floor.  "We have to have all of these away before the next girls arrive."

Timothy could have died. He dare not move his hands, the results of his
disobedience  already displayed in red blotches on his bottom and thighs. He
blushed bright red and  hung his head in utter shame as the screen was wheeled
away. Looking down with his  hands pressed firmly to the back of his head, all
he could contemplate was his  absolute nakedness and utter humiliation.

He could hear the screen s being moved and several footsteps in the hall, he
sensed  that someone was approaching him. He raised his head to see Mrs Grant
standing in  front of him. "I am sorry Hazel has had to smack your bottom, my it
does look red...  and your legs too I see." Timothy blushed aware that that was
not all that Mrs Grant  could see of him. "Never mind you will be seeing the
Doctor in a few minutes... I'll  get Susan to come across and cheer you up a
bit... they can manage the other screens  afterwards." The last thing Timothy
wanted was for Susan to see him naked again, he felt even  more vulnerable with
his genitals freshly shaven, not even a whisper of hair to protect  his modesty.
He was blushing an even deeper shade of red as Mrs Grant gently patted  his
burning cheek and walked across to where Gail and Susan were working. He dare
not look as Mrs Grant spoke to them, his body trembling uncontrollably with
embarrassment as the two girls walked across to where he was standing. Susan was
the first to speak as she stood close to him and placed her hand on his bare
shoulder.  "Poor Timmy... having to have his bottom smacked. I am sorry, I know
how shy you  are." Susan's voice was soft and soothing and sounded sincere.
Timothy blushed an  even deeper shade of red as Gail casually walked to his side
and smoothed hand  gently across the cheeks of his bottom. He flinched in shock
at the intimacy of her  touch. His embarrassment was paramount at being made to
stand naked and fully on  display in front of the two teenage girls.

Gail spoke to him, her hand stroking gently down across his sensitive bottom
cheeks.  "Did she hurt you very much? They were very loud slaps." Richard
blushed again, his  face already so reddened with embarrassment that the effect
was minimal. To his  horror he felt his penis pulse, knowing full well that he
had no control over it. He  began to crouch, pushing his bottom backwards as he
felt his penis beginning to  become erect once more. "Pleeeaaase er.. miss" His
plea went unfinished as Gail took  her hand from his bottom and stood beside
Susan. She placed her hand gently on his  chest, her long fingers grazing over
the sensitive flesh of his nipple as she spoke to  him. I think you ought to
stand up straighter. If Hazel catches you like this I think she  will be having
your bare bottom over her knee.   To his horror Gail's hand moved softly over
his chest and down onto his tummy  before she moved her hand away and both girls
stood back from him. He stood  straight his eyes unable to avoid looking at them
as they watched his penis begin to  throb, the turgid flesh pulsing visibly. "Oh
Timothy... you're penis is moving... are  you going to get an erection?" Susan
asked innocently. Timothy wished he would  faint... anything to escape the
foolishness and humiliation he felt. The girls stood and  watched as his penis
stiffened until it stood out from his body, the flesh full and  throbbing
visibly.  Susan could see he was becoming more and more distressed at his
embarrassment and  motioned to Gail. "We will leave you Timmy, don't worry it
will all be over soon."  The girls moved away talking quietly to each other, it
was Gail that turned her head  back to look at the naked boy, his body standing
upright with his hands on his head  and his penis sticking straight out in front
of him.

It was perhaps a quarter of an hour later that Hazel returned to the surgery
door.  Timothy's erection had subsided to an almost flaccid state as she looked
at him,  placing her hand gently on his cheek."I am sorry I had to smack you
Timmy, but you  were a naughty boy. However Vicki has been telling me what an
extraordinarily shy  young man you are. The doctor will see you now I think, so
you can take your hands  down." Hazel stepped forward and knocked confidently
upon the surgery door. It was  only a few moments before an extremely pretty
young nurse opened the door. "Come  in." She announced, holding the door open
wide so that Hazel was able to usher the  young boy in.

The surgery was large and divided by a large screen in the centre of the room.
In front  of Timothy, who was again clasping his hands in front of his groin,
was a large desk,  upon which was a blotter pad, 'in' and 'out' trays and a
stethoscope. Towards the  middle of the room was a very modern examination couch
with brown leather stirrups  already in place. There were weighing scales of a
very modern design and several  shelves with complicated instruments of various
shapes. A strong overhead light  illuminated the examination table. There were
two nurses, both dressed in smart white  tunics. Both of the nurses were young
and slender. The shorter of the two had short  almost black hair while the other
nurse wore her longer blonde hair tied back in a  chignon. It was the doctor who
held Timothy's attention, she was small and petite, her  pretty face was neatly
made up and the small steel rimmed glasses she wore gave her  a studious
appearance. She was wearing a white coat made of very fine cotton. He  realised
that the doctor could not be much more than twenty-five years old. As she  stood
up Timothy could see that a white cotton belt accentuated her tiny waist. She
looked at Hazel and smiled, displaying her perfect teeth. "I understand that you
are"  She looked down at the form she held in her hand "Timothy's temporary
guardian,  while his mother is away?"

Hazel replied confidently. "Yes that's right, his mother is staying with my own
mother while she recovers from a bout of influenza. So I have taken charge of
Timothy and am staying at the house to look after him." The doctor smiled. She
realised that Hazel was a quite confident and able young lady  and was quite
sure that Hazel meant exactly what she said when she said 'take  charge'.

The doctor turned to one of the nurses. "Let's get him weighed and measured and
then  I will examine him. "She turned to Hazel. "There are some forms to sign,
which you  as guardian at the present time may sign in his mother's absence.

She opened the palm of her hand to indicate that Hazel should sit on a chair by
the  desk while one of the nurses took Timothy by the arm and led him to the
scales. He  began to blush once more as the Pretty dark haired nurse placed her
soft hands on his  waist and positioned him on the scales. He stood there until
she motioned him to step  down and stood him against the wall, which had a scale
marked in feet and inches  upon it. "Put your hands by your sides and stand up
straight with your head touching  the wall." Reluctantly Timothy uncovered
himself, blushing as the nurse glanced  down at his naked body. He blushed even
more as he body pressed firmly against him  as she placed a small movable marker
on his head. "Right you can move forward."  She said as she noted the position
of the maker.

The next part was particularly humiliating as she made him stand with his legs
apart  and his hands stretched out to either side. "Now stay like that until I
have finished  measuring you there's a good boy." He blushing her delicate hands
held the tape  around his neck and then from his shoulder to his fingertips.
Each time she measured  him she called out the result to the other nurse who had
come to stand by them with a  clipboard. She pressed her body against him as she
measured his chest and then his  waist, her cool hands playing havoc with his
feelings.

Timothy blushed profusely as she knelt down and passed the tape around his
buttocks,  her face was pressed almost intimately against his tummy as she
brought the ends  around to the front. He trembled as her hand brushed against
his penis as she placed  the end of the tape to the measurement. Again the back
of her hand brushed against  his penis as she placed the tape around his thigh.

Timothy could but stand there, his arms still outstretched and beginning to ache
just  as the pretty nurse smiled at him and spoke; "You may put hands on top of
your head  now, they must be aching by now." Timothy blushed, as she looked him
in the eye.  Deliberately and without warning she reached forward and cupped his
testicles before  placing the end of the tape with her other hand between his
legs. The effect of her  looking him straight in the eye while holding his
genitals was too much for Timothy  and he blushed mightily.

"My you are a shy one;" she said. "I would not have thought a young man like you
could blush so much." He proved her wrong as involuntarily he blushed once more
at  seeing Hazel turn her head, from the desk where she was filling out his
forms, and  look at him. She spoke, her tone matter of fact, as she watched the
young nurse  nonchalantly lift his testicles once more and proceed to measure
the length of his leg  from the groin. "Now Timothy I hope you are behaving
yourself, I would not want to  have to smack your bottom again."

Her words causing the boy to blush an even deeper shade of red, waves of
humiliation  washing over him as he stood naked before the young nurse, his legs
spread wide  apart and his hands on top of his head. "The nurse looked at him as
she finished  taking his measurements and stood upright, her face now only
inches away from his.  Her tone conveyed a feeling of sympathy as she gently
laid her soft hand on his  cheek. "Poor baby, it's all a bit much for you isn't
it." Timothy blushed again this  time at the intimate contact of her hand and
the closeness of her face to his.

His humiliation continued as the nurse sat him on a cold metal chair while she
took  his blood pressure and a small quantity of blood. She bade him stand up
and passed  him a large jar with a tube like end. He blushed as he saw it,
knowing that he would  be required to give a urine sample. His embarrassment was
almost palpable as she  made him stand by the sink in full view of everyone.
"Now see if you can fill the  bottle for me." Timothy looked at her
incredulously; surely he would be able to do it  in private! The nurse smiled at
him and said. "I am sorry Timothy you will have to do  it in front of me, I am
going to test it straight away." She took the jar from his hands  and knelt in
front of his. To his dismay she took hold of his penis, which was still  plump
but hanging down between his legs, and placed the end and most of the shaft
into the jar. "Now take hold of the jar, there's a good boy." Without another
word she  turned to the sink and turned on the cold tap. She placed a sponge
underneath the  running water and quickly, turning towards him, placed it
against his tummy. The  shock of the cold water and the running of the tap
quickly had the desired effect and  Timothy began to urinate helplessly as the
young nurse watched him. She moved  behind him and pressing her body close to
his, she passed her hands around his waist  took hold of his penis and the jar
and squeezed the last few drops from the end of his  penis.

Timothy was made to stand in the middle of the room with his hands on his head
for  about ten minutes before the doctor got up from her desk and placed the
stethoscope  around her neck. He could feel himself blush as she took his face
in her hands and  bent his head forward. Her gentle fingers began to run through
his hair as she  examined his scalp. She then looked in his ears before tracing
her hands around his  jaw line. He could see from over her shoulder that Hazel
and both the young nurses  had joined the doctor and were standing to her side
as she placed the cold stethoscope  against his chest. "Breathe in deeply and
hold your breath until I tell you to expel."  Her voice was soft, almost
intimate as she moved the cold metal over his chest.  "Right put your hands by
your side and expel your breath." She let the stethoscope  drop and waited until
his hands were by his side.

She raised her arms and placed them on each shoulder before moving them over his
shoulders and down his arms. Her touch was soft and gentle and her cool hands
made  goose bumps appear upon his flesh. "Now hold your arms out." Timothy
obeyed as  she placed her hands on either side of his chest and slowly moved
them down his  body until they were holding each side of his narrow waist.

She went down on one knee and continued feeling either side of his body as her
hands  brushed down over his hips and thighs to his ankles. "You may put your
hands down  by your sides now." She stood up and to Timothy's embarrassment took
hold of his  penis with both hands and gently pushed the foreskin back until the
glans was fully  exposed. She examined it carefully before letting it drop back
between his legs.  Timothy groaned as he felt his penis throb at her touch. She
made no comment as she  lifted his testicles and spoke to him once more. "Now
turn you head to the side and  cough for me." Timothy obeyed, his cough week and
feeble, such was embarrassment  at standing in front of the four young women
while his testicles were being held so  intimately. "And again, a nice big cough
please Timothy." He blushed, but managed a much  stronger cough. The doctor
turned to one of the nurses and asked her to bring a chair.  The taller blonde
nurse immediately fetched a chair, which she placed in front of  Timothy.

The doctor sat on the chair and placed her hand upon the inside of the boy's
thigh.  "Now open your legs as wide as you can there's a good boy." She turned
her head to  Hazel as the boy obeyed her, spreading his legs as wide as he
could.

"Nurse Davis has told me about her cause for concern Hazel, and his testicles
are  indeed very enlarged and swollen." She turned back to Timothy and looked up
at him  from her chair. "Look at me Timothy and listen." Shamefaced the boy
looked at the  young doctor, his face blushing as her eyes fixed upon his. "I am
going to ask you  some questions and I want truthful answers. Do you understand
me?" Timothy  blushed, but managed to answer. "er... Yes doctor." His voice was
croaky and hoarse. "Do you know what  masturbation is?" Her question embarrassed
the boy but reluctantly he managed to  answer her. "erm... Yes I think so .. er
miss... er doctor." Have you ever  masturbated? Played with this until you have
ejaculated. I want a truthful answer  now." Timothy blushed profusely as the
doctor, almost casually took hold of his penis  and laid it in the palm of her
hand. The doctor could see the colour suddenly rush to  his face as he looked at
his penis laid in her hand and then replied.   "Honestly er.. miss.. erm
truthfully I haven't." He stuttered and stammered as she continued to hold his
penis. After a few moment  she let go of his penis and cupped his scrotum in one
hand and gently felt around the  testes with the other. "Are you having pain
from your testicles?" She looked up at him  as she spoke. His eyes were
immediately drawn to hers as he made his admission.  "Yes... miss... er doctor,
sometimes they hurt." "Does the pain wake you up at night?" "erm... Sometimes
miss." The boy replied truthfully.

She stood up and left him and spoke to both of the nurses. "I want him on the
table...  er no not that one." She gestured towards the examination table.
"Behind the screen I  think. I want good access and plenty of support he may be
there for a while." Timothy  could hear the conversation but had no idea what
was about to happen to him.

Timothy stood as he had been left while the nurses disappeared behind the
screen. He  could here the soft hiss of pneumatics and hear the nurses busy with
some kind of  apparatus, but beyond that he had no idea what they were doing. He
was aware that a  very bright light had been turned on, reflecting its beams
against the ceiling above the  top of the screen that divided the room. Hazel
and the doctor were in deep  conversation by her desk as the boy stood naked and
embarrassed but otherwise  waiting patiently.

It was probably ten minutes that the two nurses came for him. He could
understand  that something was about to happen as he was led with each nurse
either side of him  holding his arms to the side of the screen and made to walk
through the opening next  to the wall. He trembled as he saw the fully automatic
gynaecological bed starkly  illuminated against the white tiled floor and walls
of that section of the room. There  were futuristic looking gas cylinders and
trolleys with callipers and instruments neatly  placed on their surfaces. He was
propelled towards the bed and quickly turned around  so that his bottom was
pressed against the end of the bed between the technical  looking stirrups. Pads
and supports seemed to be everywhere, their brown leather  supported by highly
polished chromium plated arms that seemed to have adjustments  everywhere. His
confinement to the examination bed was carried out quickly and efficiently as if
he might flee with fright. He was made to sit his bottom on the bed and quickly
laid  back while to nurses deftly hoisted his legs into the stirrups. Straps
were attached and  pads placed under him and around him that he apprehensively
looked at the two  nurses and stammered:  "er.. what are.. y... you going to
do.. er nurse." The nurse answered soothing her hands over the trembling boy's
brow. "Don't worry,  doctor will be through in a moment." He was given no more
information as they  continued adjusting the bed. His legs were held high but
thankfully not too far apart.  The support pads were under his thighs, knees and
ankles as well as soft supports  under his lumbar region and around his hips.
Suddenly he heard the hiss of  pneumatics and felt the stirrups moving, pulling
his legs further upwards and widely  apart until he felt his bottom cheeks
opening. One of the nurses busied herself  adjusting something cold against his
buttocks and again he heard the hiss of air as the  cheeks of his bottom were
stretched apart, exposing the sensitive opening of his  sphincter.

The last adjustment was the placing of a pad under his head, which the nurse
inflated  with air. Timothy did not think that he could have been placed in a
more humiliating  position. His legs were stretched far wider and higher than
that of the preparation  room where he had been given an enema and had his
genitalia shaved.

He blushed as he saw Hazel walk in to the room and stand looking at him from in-
between his widely spread legs, just as the nurses were attaching loose
restraints to his  wrists which had been placed on the bed above his head.

His apprehension grew even stronger as one of the nurses placed an oxygen mask
next  to his head. Although it had been placed it there as a precautionary
measure, Timothy  looked at it ominously.

The doctor walked through and asked one of the nurses to reduce the size of the
screen, which divided the room so that she could see the door. The nurse walked
in- between Timothy's prone position and the dividing screen and drew it back.
Timothy  could now see into the first part of the room and realised to his
dismay that the screen  only covered the middle part of him. His legs and head
were clearly visible to anyone  that entered the surgery.

She spoke to Hazel, ignoring the boy's worried expression. "I have asked Vicki
Grant  to come as soon as she is free. Vicki used to be a nurse here at the
centre and as she  lives near to where you are staying I thought she would be
the ideal choice to help  you with what we discussed." Timothy blushed
immediately as he heard that Mrs  grant would be coming in to the surgery,
hoping against hope that whatever they were  going to do to him would be
finished and she would not see him in such a humiliating  and revealing
position.

The doctor continued talking with Hazel: "Of course you will ideally need three
of  you so I am going to ask the one of the nurses from the centre to come along
and help  you.


"Now what I am going to do is extract as much semen as I can and..." The surgery
door opened cutting the young doctor off in mid-sentence. Timothy watched in
horror  as not only Mrs Grant walked in, but she was immediately followed by
Susan and  Gail. They all immediately looked at Timothy as they entered the
room, seeing him  blush a beetroot red as he saw them. Mrs. Grant spoke to
Susan; "If you and Gail take  a seat here I will go through. I don't know why
you both don't go and get a drink  from the canteen after all your hard work.

Timothy watched the girls sit down realising immediately that they could see him
quite clearly from their position. Mrs Grant walked through and smiled at Hazel
and  the doctor and nurses. "Sorry I couldn't come sooner." She looked down at
Timothy  her eyes taking in every inch of him as she walked over to Hazel who
was standing  next to the doctor at the foot of the bed. The two nurses
immediately took up their  positions at each side of his hips. One of them
nonchalantly laid her hand against his  tummy just above the juncture of his
penis, which was lying flaccid between his legs.

"As I was saying;" The doctor continued where she left off. "I am going to take
as  much semen from him as I can from him in the time permitting and then I
think we  will have to keep a close watch on his output during the coming weeks.

The doctor looked over Timothy's body and addressed Hazel, Mrs Grant and the two
nurses. "As you can see he is physically extremely well proportioned in fact I
don't  think I have seen a boy quite up to this standard of perfection... and I
don't use the  word perfection lightly. Because of his quite sheltered
upbringing I think that it would  be morally wrong to encourage him in
masturbatory habits. I am sure that if he is well  supervised and drained at
regular intervals it will be the most satisfactory solution."  Hazel looked at
Timothy as the doctor continued. She could see his face was one deep  red blush
and wondered why she felt so much excitement at his subjugation.

Now I am going to suggest that you take semen from him between say... five and
seven times a day. I will give you a box of test-tubes and if you would mark
them  with time and date, we will be able to judge what amount needs to be
extracted per  day, to keep his testicles at a normal size for physical
comfort."

She turned to one of the nurses; "Will you make sure we have some to hand."

"I will use two methods today so that you can alternate between them or at times
use  other methods to obtain as much as you can at each session. The school
holidays start  on Friday and as today is Tuesday I will issue a sick note so
that you may keep him at  home for the rest of the week." She turned to Hazel
and smiled as she finished her sentence. "If you check him during  the day, it
should indicate whether he is ready to have some more taken from him.

Timothy could not believe his ears. He was trembling from head to foot, his
embarrassment increasingly fuelled by each sentence. He felt like a prize animal
on  display as the doctor discussed what was to be done to him in such a 'matter
of fact'  manner.

Involuntarily he turned his head to the side to avoid the steady gaze of the
Hazel and  Mrs. Grant as he turned his head he suddenly became aware of Susan
and Gail who  were leaning forward in their seats. It became obvious to the
distraught boy that they  had heard every word the Doctor had said.

Timothy's penis was completely flaccid as the doctor moved further forward
between  the boy's legs. The nurse handed her an opened tube of lubricant and
waited with her  hand outstretched while the doctor greased several of her
fingers before handing it  back. The fluency of the procedure seemed well
practiced and made Hazel wonder  how may young boys and been subjected to this
kind of humiliation before Timothy.

Without a word the doctor inserted her hand between the boy's buttocks, the
smooth  plastic pads that stretched his bottom wide, allowed her full access to
his sphincter.

She looked at Timothy as she pressed her forefinger against the tight rosebud at
the  entrance to his anus. "Just relax there's a good boy, I am just going to
slide a finger up  inside you." Timothy turned his head to the side in
embarrassment only to see that  Gail and Susan had left their chairs and had
moved to the other side of the room. They  were looking towards the far side of
the screen and Timothy knew that they could  now see everything that the doctor
was doing to him.

He groaned as he felt her finger push past the constricting muscle of his
sphincter and  suddenly felt an acute sensation as she located his prostate.
"Arggghhh... ooohhh." Timothy groaned as he felt her finger, which seemed to be
deep inside of him, stimulate the prostate gland. He could feel an answering
throb in  the tip of his penis, as to his horror; he felt the nurse casually
lift the flaccid member  and deftly pull the foreskin down the shaft revealing
the glans and the sensitive flesh  beneath. "Argghhh.. oohhhh"  He writhed his
hips, trying to escape the acute sensation he felt deep inside his  bottom, but
was hindered by the confines of the gynaecological table.  The doctor turned to
Hazel and Mrs Grant..."As I thought, the prostate is enlarged I  would imagine
that the boy has been in discomfort for some time." The nurse caused his next
groan of misery, embarrassment and acute sensation as she  rubbed the palm of
her hand over the very tip of his penis. "Arrggghhhh....
Arggghhhhhh...arggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh." The sensation was so  acute that he
felt he would die unless she stopped immediately. The nurse gave a  smile of
satisfaction to Hazel and Vicki as the penis became fully erect and hard  within
her hands. "There's a good boy now that didn't take long did it sweetheart." The
dark haired  nurse coo-ed at him as she began to sensually manipulate the
foreskin up over the  sensitive glans and then back down again. Her practiced
milking motion soon had the  boy gasping for breath and every sinew of his body
as tight as piano wire. "Arrgggggghhhh...arggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh. Timothy
was beside himself,  engulfed in a myriad of the most acute sensations he had
ever felt in his young life. Hazel moved, almost instinctively, moved from the
doctor's side and came to stand  beside the boy. She lowered her head, her
breath soft and sweet and her voice gentle  and loving as she spoke to him.
"There my sweet boy let it all come out for doctor,  you'll feel much better
soon."

She placed her hand softly on his chest and ran her fingers articulately over
his  sensitive nipples. She could feel a thrill run through her body as he
suddenly arched  his back and groaned his voice almost a wail of anguish and
sensation. "Argggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... argh  argh argh."
His body  shook as Hazel quickly took each nipple in her hand and squeezed hard,
turning her  head to look at his penis which the nurse was steadily milking in
her long fingers.

Hazel noted that the other nurse was now holding his testicles and stroking his
tummy. She also noticed with amusement, that it was Vicki who held the test tube
over the end of his penis just at the vital moment, catching a mighty stream of
thick  semen as it erupted from his thrusting member. The nurse did not miss a
stroke in her  milking of him as Hazel watched avidly, noting the doctor almost
jabbing her finger  up between his captive buttocks as he ejaculated in a wail
of anguish.

"Arggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh"  His wail
seemed to go on forever. Hazel turned back to look at the boy captive on the
bed below her. His head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open gasping for
air, as jet after jet of thick white globules seemed to burst from the tip of
his penis.  His head lashed from side to side as still the nurse manipulated his
penis and doctor  stimulated his prostate. They held him in the throes of
ecstasy, manipulating his flesh  so expertly and for so long that the boy began
to shiver as if his body was in spasm, On and on it went until the last spurts
of semen were drained from him. His back  arched one final time before he fell
back on the bed exhausted. His chest heaved for  breath as the nurse milked the
last few globules in an upward motion from the very  base of his penis, watching
as the very last drop escaped into the glass test tube. She  gently let go of
his penis and placed the oxygen mask over his face.

Simultaneously the doctor slowly and gently slid her finger from his bottom and
patted his penis gently.  "There's a good boy Timothy, you have done very well.
We are going to let you rest  for a while now."

Timothy sucked at the rich air. His mind and body were in turmoil. He had never
imagined that he could have experienced such feelings. He could feel his heart
beating  within his chest. He could, he imagined, feel every inch of his skin,
and still  impossibly feel their hands roaming over his body. Paramount to all
these feelings  was the utter humiliation he felt. He knew that his face was a
red as a beetroot. Not  just with the physical overwhelming experience of his
first ejaculatory orgasm but  with the already deeply carved humiliation, that
he had suffered at the hands of his  cousin and the doctor and nurses. These
feelings were even more acute; he shivered at  thought, of Susan and her mother
and of course the head girl, Gail. They had not only  heard him have his bottom
smacked in public, but had also witnessed his nakedness  and humiliation, being
made to stand with his hands clasped to his head, unable to  stop his penis from
erecting in front of them. He shivered again at the thought of the  recent
events, his young body shaking visibly.

Had he known or been able to foresee the events that would follow, he might well
have died of shame and humiliation. Or even had he been able to hear the
conversation centred around the doctor's desk his unease would have been
multiplied  tenfold.

Both Hazel and Vicki were seated at the doctor's desk. Susan and Gail had gone
back  to their seats rather hurriedly as the proceedings with Timothy had
finished. Although  they were sat some way a way from the desk they could hear
the conversation quite  clearly.

Lucy Ashcroft was without doubt one of the brightest young doctor's that visited
the  clinic. But there was much more to Lucy than reached the eye. She had
realised for  the first time, that her leanings towards an authoritarian
management of young boys  had until now been hidden and recessed in the back of
her mind. She knew that she  had experienced great sexual pleasure from the
morning events and was already  planning to repeat the episode. Not for her the
pimply, greasy skinned adolescents that  she had to deal with from time to time.
For her it was the huge significance that she  had actually experienced the
pleasure of toying with the emotions and physically  exploring the body of the
most perfect young male individual she had ever seen.

Her thoughts turned to her college friend who was now operating her own private
IVF  clinic in London. A quiet and hugely successful establishment that relied
upon, apart  from the necessary skills, what she now held in her hand; a
test-tube full of the  reluctant emission of a perfect donor.

Lucy looked at Hazel and Vicki Grant and held up the test-tube. "I have never
seen  such an amount ever... and from one emission. He must obviously have been
in  physical discomfort as well as the emotional one of not daring to
masturbate. I think we have an obligation to the boy to make sure that he is
well managed over the  next few weeks. I don't know how you both feel but I
think it would be wrong of us to  set him on a course of masturbatory habits at
his age. Apart from the clandestine and  furtive approach young boys seem to
have to this activity, it can be physically  damaging to the penis. The penis
can become bent and malformed with vigorous and  constant masturbation.
Therefore I propose that we keep it on a supervisory and  clinical basis as we
have already discussed. There is one other thing - and that is that I  would
rather like a colleague of mine in London to see him at some time, a second
opinion is always welcome." Lucy smiled at Hazel and Vicki as she stood up from
behind her desk and placed the test-tube in a holder.

"Would you like me to have a word with his mother and tell her what I am
proposing?  I think it would be best if she was kept informed right from the
start."

Hazel spoke, her voice confident and steady. Although she was only nineteen
years  old, her confidence and manner were of a much more mature woman. "I will
ring my  mother tonight and tell her of the events so far. We have a
relationship as such, that I  can easily talk to her about such things, I am
sure that she will be able to talk to his  mother, my aunt, and explain what the
poor boy has been going through."

Hazel thought to herself, that what he had gone through would be nothing to what
she  was going to do to him. She had thrilled at the boy's humiliation and her
total  dominance of him, where at a whim she could play with his body as she
wished.

Susan and Gail had been sitting quietly listening to the conversation. Susan had
known for some time that Timothy's popularity with her and her mother had not
been  just for his practical usefulness with the various jobs he had done for
them. She  remembered when he had once been emptying a pail of water, that he
had wet his  shirt and shorts so much so that they were wringing wet. Her mother
had instantly  rushed to the boy and started pulling his shirt from his body
with which she  succeeded, however when she had tried to pull his trousers down,
he had resisted and  quickly elected to return home in the sodden garments.
Susan thought then that her  mother had been rather keen to divest the boy of
his clothes, however well intentioned  her motives.

What had surprised Susan more today was that her mother had seen nothing
untoward  in Susan seeing the boy in all his nakedness - and that in fact she
had encouraged  Susan and Gail to go and talk to him while he was being made to
stand naked with his  hands on his head, obviously knowing that his penis and
testicles would be  completely on display for the girls to see.

Susan spoke; "Mummy, will Timothy be alright now, I just heard him moaning, he
seemed to be very distressed while you were with him in there." Vicki Grant
smiled at  her daughter and before answering her question, looked at the young
doctor. "Will it  be alright for Susan to see Timmy for a moment? Susan seems a
little concerned  about him... and of course she is a going to have to baby-sit
him while his mother is  away if Hazel needs a night off, which I am sure she
will. The doctor smiled at Vicki,  understanding immediately the implications of
what she was asking.

"Hazel almost chuckled at Vicki. "That sounds a nice idea... I mean the night
off; are  you proposing to show me the bright lights of this agricultural
county? Vicki laughed;  "Well I thought I might take you out for a meal while
you are here and perhaps the  theatre afterwards... there is a good rep company
here." The doctor answered Vicki's question; "But of course Vicki, How remiss of
me. I  think it would be very sweet of you girls if you were to go in there and
keep him  company. I am going to extract some more semen from him and then
measure his  testicles. He has been in quite some discomfort I imagine, but I am
sure that he is  going to be much better in a few days."

Susan looked at Gail, the mischievousness in her eyes made the head girl smile
as  Susan took her hand. "Come on Gail, let's go and cheer him up." Susan led
Gail  through the gap in the screens. Both Susan and Gail stood and stared at
the sight that  greeted them. The boy's body was raised up as if in
supplication, his bottom  supported upwards off the bed and spread open by slim
clear plastic pads. His legs  were fastened high in the air and his hands were
loosely restrained above his head on  the padded surface of the examination
couch.

He looked at the two girls as they entered and groaned. Both nurses were stood
at the  side of the bed as the girls entered the screened-off area. The dark
haired nurse smiled  at the young girls and spoke. "He seems to have recovered
alright from his little  ordeal. She looked at his penis that was now hanging
down between his legs and saw  a globule of clear liquid, which had emerged from
the tip of the urethra. The nurse  took a gauze pad from the instrument trolley
and moved between his legs, gently  lifting his penis she wiped the moist
teardrop of liquid from the opening. Susan  watched Timothy turn his away from
the girls in shame. He blushed, his cheeks  colouring immediately into a bright
red hue. Susan moved to his side and took his  burning face in her hands; "Don't
worry Timmy, the doctor says you will be feeling a  lot better in a few days.
Mummy and Hazel are going to milk you every day to make  sure that you don't
get... erm, big balls again." Gail nearly laughed out loud as Susan described
his condition so innocently. Her  amused expression was not lost on Timothy as
Gail bent right over him, her firm  breasts pressing against his chest as she
looked into his eyes. "Are you feeling better now Timothy?" He could hardly
bring himself to answer as he  looked into the beautiful faces of the two girls.
He was aware that their soft hands  were placed casually on his chest as they
looked at him with expressions of concern.  He could barely stammer an answer,
as Gail casually placed her other hand on his  lower tummy and moved it
downwards over his freshly shaven pubic area "Er...  erm... y'yessss... err
misss... " Timothy did not know what to say... his  embarrassment increasing
with every moment as the girls looked at him there hands  gently stroking over
his body. Gail looked at the nurse and spoke sweetly. Have his testicles reduced
in size much.  The test-tube the doctor had looked really full. The nurse almost
nonchalantly moved  around to stand in-between the boys widely spread legs.
"Come and have a look, you  can see that the scrotum is no longer stretched and
that they seem to be hanging  normally. They are very large for a boy of his
age, but you can see even though he is  not erect that his penis is well
developed too. Some boy's do develop early, but even  so his penis is unusually
large."

To Timothy's horror he felt the nurse lift his testicles and take hold of his
penis. He  could not help but look as the nurse spoke once more. "Take them in
the palm of your  hand, you can feel the weight of them, but you will notice if
your roll them between  your fingers that they are now able to move freely in
the scrotal sac." The nurse  casually held his penis upwards so that Gail had
completely free access to his  testicles. He groaned in anguish as Gail gently
lifted his testicles and moved the soft  balls around in her hand. He could not
believe that such a thing was happening as  Susan spoke. "Let me have a feel,
they look awfully large." She too moved to stand  between the boy's legs.
Timothy's mind was in turmoil, his embarrassment like a  wave washing over him
as he felt the nurse let go of his tingling penis and her soft  hand stoke over
the sensitive skin between his legs, feeling his testicles being gently  lowered
to hang freely between his legs.

He was in anguish as his humiliation continued. Gail spoke sweetly to her
friend. "I  will hold his penis for you so that you can lift his testicles. They
feel very soft and  delicate." Timothy sighed in utter embarrassment as Susan
took his sensitive scrotum  in her cool fingers, her touch was soft and sensuous
as she moved the soft orbs to and  fro within their sac. Worse still he felt his
penis throb as Gail delicately took it  between her finger and thumb. Not
content with holding the tumescent flesh, he felt  her slide his foreskin back
down the shaft. The cool air of the examination room was  apparent against the
unprotected flesh, accenting fully his rude exposure.

He groaned inwardly as he felt his penis becoming erect, it began to pulse and
stiffen  as he delicate fingers nonchalantly encouraged and stimulated the
sensitive skin. He  tried to pull back as her thumb casually rubbed over the
sensitive rim of the glans.  Both Gail and Susan looked at each other as they
let go of him, almost giggling as  they left him with his penis completely erect
and standing straight up between his  legs. The nurse smiled as she saw the
effect the girl's hands had had upon the young  boy. "Well girls, he obviously
doesn't seem to need a lot of encouragement does he?  You might as well help us
turn him over for the doctor, He seems to be rested  enough."

The nurses experienced hands soon had the boy released from the confines of the
apparatus and laid flat on the bed with his legs hanging over the end. "Right
young man1" the blonde haired nurse said brightly to Timothy: "Let's have  you
over on your tummy, I want you up on your hands and knees." The nurse was
perfectly aware that the boy would not be able to turn over with his penis so
stiff and  erect. So, as he groaned in embarrassment at their positioning of
him, the nurse  casually took hold of his penis and at the same time gestured to
the other nurse and  Susan and Gail to help him up onto his knees.

Their hands were everywhere, under his tummy, between his legs as they
positioned  him on the examination bed. His final humiliation was when he was
forced to rest his  head on his hand and his elbows to each side. His knees had
spread wide with his  bottom high in the air and his testicles hanging freely
between his legs. His penis was  jutting forward under his tummy with the tip
touching his stomach well above his  naval.

Both Susan and Gail were absolutely delighted with his new position. Susan
almost  instinctively ran her hand over his buttocks, marvelling at how
vulnerably the boy was  positioned.