David's Urological Ordeal

Story Title: David's Urological Ordeal
Author: HumblePatient
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PART 1

David Meyers, who had just turned eighteen, could have died from embarrassment. From now on, he swore to himself, he would be sure to drink lots of water. Who would have thought that simply not drinking enough water would cause such a crisis? His mother had brought him in to the hospital just a few hours ago, and now he was lying on a surgical table, naked from the waist down, knees bent and legs spread wide in stirrups, with all of his teenage male glory on display to anyone who passed by the open door.

“Will it hurt?” he had asked his mother, a little scared, while they sat in the waiting area as she filled in the admittance forms for outpatient procedures.

“You know the answer, David. The doctor said it might hurt a little when they insert the catheter, and that you will have some pain when you pee afterwards, but that it shouldn’t be that bad.” She tried to assure him, patting his knee and smiling at him. “Don’t worry; I’m sure it will be all right. Just think, by the time that you go to back to school on Monday, it will all be over with.” She said.

They were going to insert a tube through his pee hole; the urethra is what the doctor had called it, all of the way up into his bladder. The thought of it made him shudder for several reasons. The primary reason was that the hole was so SMALL. He did not see how they could possibly get a tube of any size up in there. “It’s a small tube David. Don’t worry; we do this all the time.” The doctor had assured him when his mother had first brought him in to be examined. Looking back, it was hard to believe that the doctor’s visit was only last week…

His mother had taken him to the doctor because he had complained of some blood in his urine, which in itself was scary enough. He had assumed that he would have to go to the doctor’s office and they would give him a little cup to take into the bathroom for a urine sample, and then maybe he would have to take a pill for a while and that would be the end of it. Oh no… He should have known that nothing in life was that easy, he reflected.

After they had sat waiting in the urologist’s exam room for at least 20 minutes, the nurse came in. She was in her mid twenties with long blond hair and a curvaceous figure. She looked like she could have been the living model for one of those fashion dolls, she was so physically perfect. David hoped that he didn’t gape at her, but he couldn’t help staring at her. She smiled back at him and asked his mother why they were there. After his mother explained, the nurse did the usual routine of taking his temperature and blood pressure and asked if, aside from the blood in his urine, he was feeling ok. David assured her that he was fine. He kept waiting for her to give him the cup to pee in. She never did.

Instead, she reached into a drawer that was concealed in the examination couch where David sat and pulled out a folded blue paper towel and gave it to David. “We need you to remove all of your clothes so that the doctor can examine you.” She said in her best clinical tone, ignoring the look of surprise on David’s face. “You can drape yourself with this cover until the doctor comes in.” David accepted the paper covering and watched the nurse leave the room and close the door.

“Ok David,” his mother said, setting her purse down on the floor next to her chair. “You heard what the nurse said. Take off your clothes and hand them to me. I’ll hold them until it’s time for us to leave.” She pointed at his shoes, indicating for him to start there. He untied his shoe laces and then pulled off his shoes one by one, while keeping his eye on the door, worried that someone was going to walk in. No one did. He took off his socks and stuffed them into his shoes and then gave his shoes to his mother. The tile floor felt cold on his bare feet. He had barely started getting undressed and he already felt uncomfortable. It was funny how being bare-footed, when you know that it is only the beginning of a strip feels so much more naked than it does if you know that you are going to stop with your feet, David thought.

He quickly pulled his shirt over his head and off and gave it to his mother. It felt odd not wearing a shirt in a public place, he thought. He had taken showers in gym class with other guys, but even that did not feel as “public” as the doctor’s exam room did. He thought that perhaps what made the difference was the environment. The gym locker room looked like a big bathroom, with showers and toilet stalls. Everyone is used to taking off their clothes in a bathroom. The doctor’s examination room, however, almost looked like an office or laboratory of some kind. It was a place for white lab coats and professionals wearing scrubs or some other kind of uniform. It did not look like a welcoming environment for naked people with all of their hair, moles, orifices and soft, vulnerable, fleshy surfaces.

He could not help but glance at the door again, as he started to fumble with his belt. He had been to his regular doctor countless times, an old grandfatherly type, who had never asked him to take off his pants. He just unbuckled his belt and the doctor felt around the top of his pubic area and then pushed a finger up into each corner of David’s scrotum and asked him to cough a couple of times. It was embarrassing having another man feel around inside his underpants, but at least the doctor couldn’t see what he was doing that way, David considered. More importantly, he thought as his mother watched him unbuckle his belt and release the clasp at the top of his pants, his mother could not see what the doctor was doing, so his invasion of privacy was minimal.

Moving as slowly as possible, while trying not to be obvious about it, he unzipped and removed his pants and handed them to his mother. David watched as she took his pants and folded them and placed them on her lap. As far as he could recall, the last time that his mother had seen him naked was when he was little and she used to bathe him. He had not given his nudity a second thought, back then, he remembered. But maybe that was because when he was little, everything was small and he didn’t know enough about the differences between the sexes then for it to matter. He didn’t know enough to be reluctant to show a female what he kept in his pants, even if the female in question was his mother.

He had been masturbating for a few years now and knew, only too well about the differences between the sexes, however. He had hoped his mother would have left the room if it came down to this, but that obviously was not going to happen. After what seemed like an eternity of worrying about it, but was actually less than fifteen seconds, he gave in to inevitability and quickly pulled his jockey shorts down to the floor and stepped out of them leaving him naked in front of his mother.

He glanced up as he handed her the last vestige of his modest y to see if she was looking at his penis, and of course, she was. He was embarrassed, but said nothing about it, as there was nothing that he could say. As soon as she took his underwear from him, he sat down on the exam table and quickly covered himself with the paper towel. He knew that she had gotten a good look at his cock and balls, but was grateful that she said nothing about it and deflected attention from his nudity by asking him about school and his friends.

As they pointedly discussed everything but the doctor’s office and his reason for being there while they waited, all that he could think of was how naked and vulnerable he felt with nothing to cover his manhood except this flimsy little piece of blue paper. The examination chair was covered with a large strip of white tissue paper and it folded and crinkled uncomfortably beneath his buttocks. For the first time, David appreciated how many nerve endings his skin really had, as they all seemed to be screaming at him that he was EXPOSED and that he should cover himself. Embarrassed by it, but also somewhat titillated, David tried to ignore the sensations. He really did try…

His penis seemed to have a mind of its own, however. The longer they sat there, waiting for the doctor to come in, the more aware his dick became that it was suddenly out in the open. Like a performer who has been shut away from the crowds for too long, his dick decided, of its own volition that this was the time to stand up and be counted. Apparently, the combination of the air moving freely between his legs and the sensation of the paper towel rubbing gently on the head of his overly-responsive teenage penis was too much, and David could feel himself getting an erection as he sat there and talked to his mother!

David did his best to discretely adjust himself so that his penis wasn’t rubbing on anything as they talked. If his mother noticed, she didn’t say anything about it. He covertly pushed his cock to lie against one side of his body and folded the paper up so that it wasn’t touching the tip of his dick. While his penis was erect, it was not fully hard nor were the muscles behind it as tight as when he was fully aroused, so he could still manipulate it with relative ease.

“Hello David, how are we this morning?” The doctor asked, smiling, as he came in the room, followed by the cute blond nurse. David almost jumped off of the table. Why couldn’t they have waited a little longer before coming in the room!? He desperately tried to think of some excuse for why he couldn’t go through with the examination. Unfortunately, all of the standard excuses that he normally used involved being sick, and he was already at the doctor’s office!

“Ummm, I’m ok, Doctor.” He answered, trying to mentally force his penis to deflate before it was too late.

“David,” his mother gently chastised him. “Don’t lie to the doctor.” She said, glancing down at the paper where it covered his groin, and then turning back to talk to the doctor. The doctor looked to be only a few years older than the nurse, in his late twenties or early thirties. He did not have any of the grandfatherly aura that David was accustomed to from his regular doctor. He was young and felt uncomfortably close to being the age of one of David’s peers, even though he was at least ten years David’s senior. He would have preferred the doctor to be older than his parents or even his grandparents.

“The past few days David has had blood in his urine,” his mother explained, worriedly, to the doctor.

“It’s probably just a bladder infection. But we will have to check it out to be sure it’s nothing more serious,” the doctor told her.

“Oh my,” she said. “What could have caused him to get a bladder infection?”

“In men, it is the result of dehydration,” the doctor told her, wheeling his stool over closer to where David sat. “How much blood was there in your urine, David?” the doctor asked him.

David explained that it was enough to discolor his urine.

“Do you have any pain when you urinate?” The doctor asked him. David confirmed that he did have a burning pain when he urinated.

“Ok, David, well, we will need to check you out. Can you stand here in front of me? You can leave your drape there on the exam couch. You won’t need it anymore.” The doctor told David.

David wondered what “checking him out” would consist of and looked at the doctor, the nurse and his mother, who were all waiting for him to move. His penis was still not totally flaccid, but at least it was not standing out any more. There was really nothing more he could do about it at this point, anyway…

David reluctantly stood up and put his paper draping on the exam couch, revealing his semi-erect penis to his mother, the doctor and the nurse. He walked a few steps over to stand directly in front of the doctor. The doctor’s face now only about a foot away from David’s semi-stiff penis. His mother was now slightly behind him, giving her an unobstructed view of his naked butt, but she mercifully at least could not see his flag pole dick. However, the cute blond nurse was standing behind the doctor and openly stared at his erection. David could feel himself turning several shades of red as his dick bobbed up down slightly, as if waving at the doctor.

The nurse tried not to stare at David’s penis, but was taken aback at the sight of it. Part of the reason that she had taken this job was because it promised to be a good opportunity for handling and controlling naked men, but like most jobs, it had failed to deliver in many respects. She had seen more cocks than most, but many of them were old, buried under layers of fat or suffering from disfiguring diseases. This kid had less of a penis than a pale white club with a bright red tip. She desperately wanted to wrap herself around it and hoped that she would get the opportunity. She knew that was embarrassing him, but could not take her eyes off of the mushroom-shaped head of his penis as it seemed to wave at her from between his legs.

David knew that the nurse saw his erection, but her face did not reveal anything about what she thought of it. He could not help but wonder why she was still in the room though. Having a beautiful woman in the room staring at his penis made his cock become even more erect as it bobbed its way up to stand perpendicular to his body, pointing at the doctor’s face like a thick accusing finger. While David halfway wished the nurse would leave the room, to save him the embarrassment of having his mother and the doctor witness his erection, he also sort of liked the idea that a beautiful woman was staring at his engorged, teenage manhood. He would have been a lot happier, however, if his mother and a too-young-male doctor were not there at the same time.

At the moment, however, all David could think about was what a pervert the doctor must think David was for having an erection when another guy was looking at his hard cock. Then, as if the doctor could read his mind, “Don’t worry about getting an erection, David. It’s a very common occurrence here and we see it all of the time. It’s a normal response for a healthy guy to have in this situation.” The doctor said, smiling reassuringly. David would have felt more reassured if the doctor’s face was not quite so close to his penis, however.

The doctor then began feeling around with two fingers in the pubic hair above David’s crotch. He pushed and probed on each side and asked David if it caused him any discomfort. David said that it did not.

“Do you masturbate?” The doctor asked him, as casually as if he was asking if he played baseball. The question shocked him, and he turned around to look at his mother behind him. She said nothing and just motioned for David to answer the doctor’s question. David really did not want his mother to know about his most private habit, not to mention the cute nurse! He was tempted to lie, but what if the answer to the question was important? The last thing he wanted to see was blood in his semen.

“Yes.” David answered flatly, trying to admit as little as possible.

“Do you have any pain when you ejaculate?” The doctor said looking directly at David’s erection.

“N-No, not really…” David said reluctantly. For a brief second, David was afraid that the doctor was going to ask for a demonstration! David desperately wanted to be any place but where he was, talking about his most private habits in front of a beautiful nurse and his mother.

The doctor then held David’s penis in one hand, supporting his erection from underneath with his fingers, while looking carefully at the urethra and the head. David closed his eyes momentarily at the sensation of having another person touch his erection. He had never been touched there before by another person. Even though he knew it was coming, in the moment that it happened, he could not believe it. He opened his eyes and looked down at his dick in disbelief as the doctor gently pulled the edges of his urethra apart with the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, looking inside the tiny opening.

David’s mother got up and stood by the nurse to get a better view of what the doctor was doing to her son. She looked down at where the doctor was holding David’s penis and then into her son’s face. “It will be all right, honey.” She said and smiled at him reassuringly, but David noticed that her eyes quickly returned to his penis being cradled in the doctor’s hands.

“Pink and healthy looking,” the doctor commented and smiled at David, as he let the opening into David’s penis close. The doctor then lifted his penis up and looked underneath. With his free hand, he took two fingers and gently pushed on the underside of the penis from the frenulum all of the way back to the base and where the shaft entered his scrotum. “Let me know if you experience any pain, David, ok?”

“Ok.” David whispered, overcome by the pleasurable sensations of his penis being manipulated by the doctor’s fingers. Next the doctor again rubbed and squeezed along the head of his now fully erect penis, pinching it and watching as the urethra popped open again. “Any pain here?” he asked David. No pain, David told him. Humiliation, embarrassment and sexual tension, but no pain, David sighed. It would be over soon, he kept telling himself. It had to be over soon. How much embarrassment could he stand in one day?

“Nurse, I am going to examine his testicles now. Will you come over here and hold this?” The doctor asked the nurse, gesturing with David’s erect penis still in his hand. The nurse nodded her head and walked over to stand beside David. The doctor passed David’s erect penis to the nurse who wrapped her fingers tightly around it and held it up to David’s stomach, the crimson head of his penis jutting up past the thumb of her clenched fist. David could feel his cock throb in response to her grip. The embarrassment he felt at her intimate grasp of his erect penis was now replaced by a rush of sexual excitement as he could feel the pressure of an impending orgasm start to build up behind the base of his penis.

The nurse could feel moisture building up between her legs as she held the teenager’s warm manhood, pulsing in her fingers. She noticed the sticky, glistening pre-cum that had begun to seep out of the eye of his cock and now formed a bright little line between her hand and the head of his dick. She felt the moisture on her hand as it cooled in the open air. She was amazed at the heat that was coming from his straining, erect organ and marveled at the hardness of it. The kid must have a heart as strong as a bull to maintain an erection like that, she thought. Its girth was such that she could not completely close her fingers around it, and she could not help but wonder what it would feel like to squeeze it inside of her. Aware that she was suddenly becoming very aroused, she decided it was best not to think about her pussy any more or risk having an immediate orgasm in front of David while still holding his penis.

The doctor cupped the teenager’s scrotum in one hand and felt David’s testicles pull up tight towards his body in preparation for an orgasm. Quickly reacting to the warning sign, the doctor immediately took his hand away. “On second thought,” the doctor said pensively to the nurse, “maybe we should look in on our other patient and come back to David later. You don’t mind waiting a few minutes do you David?” the doctor asked David, as the nurse reluctantly released her grip on the boy’s pulsating manhood.

David was too embarrassed to speak, and just looked down in shame at his condition. The nurse took the paper draping and handed it back to David, who quickly sat down and covered himself with it. The doctor turned and smiled to his mother, “We will be back in a few minutes, Mrs. Meyers. I just have another patient that I need to check on. This will give David a few minutes to relax before we continue on.” He told her, mother and son both understanding what he was really talking about.

The doctor and the nurse left David and his mother alone in the room. Neither of them spoke. His mother awkwardly cleaned her glasses and rummaged through the contents of her purse, deliberately avoiding looking at her son or the paper towel which was tented by his erection. After about eight minutes of awkward silence, his erection went flaccid and a couple of minutes after that, the doctor and the nurse returned.

“Feeling better now?” the doctor asked David, who had actually managed to relax a bit, relieved that the embarrassing period of silence between him and his mother was over.

“Yes, I’m ok, Thanks…” David said, relieved but still dreading what was coming.

“Good. Why don’t you just relax and lie back on the table, and I will try to finish up as quickly as possible. Ok?” the doctor asked. The nurse slid a leg extension out of the examination couch that David sat on so that his feet would not dangle off of the edge when he lay down. Without asking permission, she pulled the blue paper that covered what little modesty he had left away from him, and crumpled it up before throwing it in the trash. “You won’t need this anymore.” She explained and gently pushed his shoulder back on the table, deliberately leaving him completely naked in front of everyone in the room again.

The doctor stared absently at the naked boy’s groin, ignoring the boy’s embarrassment, noting his sexual development for his age. “Mrs. Meyers, does David know how to examine his testicles?” The doctor asked David’s mother after a minute of quiet had passed, walking over to place a reassuring hand on David’s waist. David was shocked by the question. Even he did not talk to his mother about his testicles! What in heavens’ name was the Doctor thinking?

“What do you mean?” His mother asked, almost as surprised by the question as her son.

“Testicular cancer is a real threat for teenage boys. They need their testicles checked for bumps or nodules or anything out of the ordinary at least once a month,” the doctor explained as he reached underneath David’s loose scrotum, gently lifting his testicles with the tips of his fingers to show them to David’s mother. With his free hand, the doctor flipped David’s flaccid penis back on to his belly so that his mother would have an unobstructed view of her son’s balls. David looked away, not believing that this was happening to him. His doctor was showing his testicles off to his mother like they were fruit at the grocery store!

“I didn’t know that,” his mother confessed, sounding guilty as if she felt that her ignorance made her a bad mother.

“You’re not alone. Most parents don’t realize that they need to make sure that their sons are regularly checked for testicular cancer and that they can even do self-examinations at home.” The doctor said, talking to David’s mother without releasing his firm grip on the boy’s scrotum. The warmth of the doctor’s hand encouraged the temperature sensitive sac to relax even more, making it easier to exam the contents of the scrotum.

“How would I, er, know if he is doing it?” She asked, becoming embarrassed by her own question.

“Well, the only way to be sure is to do it yourself, at first. After David becomes used to the exam, you can then instruct him on how to do it himself and supervise him,” he told her. David could not believe this. Was the doctor actually suggesting that she should be touching him down there whenever she wanted to?

PART 2

“How long would we need to do that?” She asked.

“You should insist on making it a habit to examine his testicles as soon as he gets out of the shower. After showering is the best time to access his testicles because the warm water makes the muscles in the scrotum relax so that they can be easily manipulated and examined.”, the doctor explained as he demonstrated to her how to roll each testicle around in the scrotal sack and feel for any abnormalities.

“You mean I need to examine his testicles every time he showers?” she asked, a look of surprise on her face, and shock and horror on David’s.

The doctor, seeing David’s expression, chuckled. “You only need to do it daily for the first few months, until David becomes comfortable with the process. He is still a teenager and very sensitive about his genitals being touched, so we need to give him time to adjust to being examined. After that, he should be just fine if you only examine them once or twice a month. And again, after about a year or so, start encouraging him to do it himself and you can just supervise.” The doctor said, as if having his mother feeling up his balls was less embarrassing twice a month than it would be on a daily basis.

“The important thing is that it becomes a habit with him by the time he moves away from home.” The doctor said, casually rolling each testicle around with his fingers, feeling the entire surface of each of the boy’s gonads. “Come over here and I will let you do it,” the doctor said, motioning his mother to stand closer.

“When you conduct the exam at home, you should have David stand up during the examination, but as today has been very stressful for him, I am going to allow him to remain lying down.” The doctor said, smiling at David, who watched as the nurse came over and stood on the other side of the doctor such that all three of them were now standing side by side next to him, watching the doctor’s hand manipulate David’s captive scrotum.

The nurse enjoyed watching the red glow of embarrassment on David’s face and shoulders as the doctor casually palpated his testicles in front of his mother. She did feel a little sympathy for the poor kid, but not enough to overcome the thrill she felt at being able to watch his genital examination. How terrible it must be for a young man to be told that he has to allow his mother to play with his scrotum! Sometimes she wondered about the doctor’s motives, but she would never complain as long as he allowed her to participate in his exams. She could not believe her good fortune in getting to participate in an exam of such a fit teenager with generous endowments. She noted that while his scrotum was hairy, she could still easily see every blood vessel running through the loose sac.

“Normally, you will want David to hold his penis out of the way to make the examination easier, and avoid any embarrassing erections,” the doctor smiled at David briefly and then returned his attention to the boy’s mother, “since an erection causes the testicles to be pulled up close to the body which will make it difficult for you to examine him,” the doctor now released the boy’s balls and grabbed his penis and held it close to where it lay against his body, to demonstrate his point. “He can just hold his penis immobile against his belly like this. That should keep it out of your way during the examination. Now,” the doctor said to David’s mother, pointing at David’s scrotal sac with his free hand, “gently reach in and take his entire scrotum in your hand...” the doctor instructed her.

David’s mother gently lifted her son’s scrotum in her hand and closed her fist around it, feeling the pleasant warmth of his manhood fill her hand as she gently began manipulating the smooth orbs inside his scrotum with her fingers. She knew that this must be a terribly embarrassing experience for her son, but she wanted to be sure that she did a good job examining him, especially if she was going to be responsible for teaching him to do it himself.

His mother was a little concerned about the possibility of her or her son becoming aroused by the intimate handling of his sex organs. However, while the simple act of holding his genitals was erotic, she was determined to not be aroused by it. For her, the only pleasure in this intimate act would be from the knowledge that by carefully palpating her boy’s testicles every day, she may actually help save his life one day. Though they were testicles, nearly identical to her husband’s testicles, they belonged to her son, the same son whose diaper she had changed and was so dear to her. She knew she would be able to handle it. However, feeling her son’s delicate scrotum completely fill her grasp, she could not believe how quickly he had physically matured.

What had surprised her most, however, was when she had seen how large her son’s erect penis was, even though she knew that he was in the later stages of puberty. When he became an adult, she thought, some girl was going to be really, really lucky… She understood now why he had been so embarrassed to strip in front of her. He really had a very impressive package between his legs that any man would be envious of and any woman would want, she thought with a certain amount of pride. She had not known that he was masturbating, but she was certainly not surprised by it, given the raw sexuality she saw written all over his nude body, and especially between his legs...

She knew his father had started masturbating at a fairly young age, and David was several years older now than his father had been when he started. Carefully looking over his naked body, she could see the evidence of how his hormones had matured him. His scrotum was now covered with pubic hair and she was sure that his sex drive was in overdrive at his age. She watched sympathetically as his face turned redder and redder until he shut his eyes as she meticulously explored all of the contents of his scrotum while the doctor explained step-by-step how to perform the examination. She felt it was her duty to do a very thorough exam of her boy, so she took the time to be sure that she carefully felt every surface of both of his testicles several times before she would release him.

“… and check the surface of each testicle with your fingers. Make sure that you feel the entire surface of each testicle…” the doctor was explaining to his mother as her fingers explored both of her son’s testicles. Unfortunately, even with his eyes closed, David could feel the three of them standing next to him and watching his mother’s manipulating hand working between his legs. Before closing his eyes, he noticed that the nurse had almost never taken her eyes off of his penis since the embarrassing exam began. He shut his eyes because he did not want to have to meet his mother’s knowing stare or see the nurse watching every detail of his humiliation. Just about when he thought that he could not stand it another second, his mother suddenly released him and it was over. His penis had just begun to stir again due to her ministrations, but thankfully did not become erect.

“Good job, now, do you think you can repeat that at home?” the doctor asked his mother as she finished examining him. She said that she thought she could and that would be sure to do it every morning before he got out of the shower. David flinched at the implication that she would be there in the morning when he showered now. The doctor told his mother to be sure to call if she felt anything unusual down there during an exam. Better to be safe than sorry, he reminded her.

The doctor instructed David to sit up on the table now that that part of the examination was over. David looked for something to cover his nudity with, but remembering that the nurse had disposed of the blue paper towel, he resorted to shyly covering his genitals with his hands. He knew that there was practically no part of his anatomy that they had not already seen at this point, but being covered was still more reassuring than being exposed.

“We are nearly done, then,” the doctor said. It was the best news that David had heard all day. “We still need to get a urine sample to check for signs of blood or infection, and we should probably do a quick DRE on David to confirm that his prostate is not enlarged, though that is extremely rare in a boy his age and really just a precaution,” the doctor told his mother and the nurse.

David was relieved that the exam was over. He did not know what a “prostate” or a “DRE” was, but they sounded harmless compared to what he had just been through. “Can I put my pants back on now?” he asked the doctor.

“Not yet, David, we are almost done, though.” The doctor said encouragingly to the frightened teenager. “Nurse, will you get some K-Y jelly and paper towels?” he asked his nurse, who took a metal tube that looked a little like toothpaste, paper towels and latex gloves out of a drawer and placed them on the counter near the sink. She unfolded the paper towel on the counter and squeezed some clear jelly out of the tube to form a little pile on top of the paper towel. Next, she handed the latex gloves to the doctor.

The doctor slid the leg rest extension of the examination table back inside and took the latex gloves from the nurse. “Ok David, I need you to come over here.” The doctor said, pointing to the floor at the end of the examination table. David walked over and noticed that there was a ledge or shelf on the end of the examination table about eighteen inches above the floor, just big enough for someone to stand on. The doctor indicated the ledge as he spoke to David. “Now, I need you to step up here and bend all of the way over until you can rest your head and shoulders on the examination table.” He instructed David as he snapped the latex gloves tightly in place on both hands.

David stood at the end of the examination table and looked down at the ledge, the impact of the doctor’s instructions beginning to sink in. He reluctantly stepped up on to the ledge and was shocked at how far over he would have to bend to rest his head on the examination table. The top of the examination table was halfway between his knees and thighs. The doctor was standing behind him, and the nurse and his mother were behind and to the side of the doctor. His elevated position on the step above them gave them an even better view of his naked buttocks. The cleft of his buttocks was nearly at the eye level of his mom and the nurse, and at chest level to the doctor. In order to rest his chest on the exam table, he would have to bend over so far that his head would actually be below his waist. His buttocks would be parted revealing his butt crack and asshole to the daylight and the audience behind him. The embarrassment he had felt earlier was nothing compared to now! How could he possibly let these people see between his buttocks? He turned behind him and looked at the doctor. “What are you going to do? Can’t I just give a urine sample? I’m not having any problems pooping…” he said to the doctor, looking away from the doctor’s gaze when he referenced pooping.

“I’m just going to put a finger or two up into your anus to feel your prostate. We have to be sure that if you have a bladder infection that it hasn’t spread to your prostate, David. Don’t worry; I will be very gentle so that it won’t hurt.” The doctor said with sympathy in his voice.

“Well then could I do it while standing on the floor instead?” David asked after turning around and looking at how far down he would have to bend. “It’s just a long way for me to bend over…” he complained to the doctor, his reason for complaining unsaid, but obvious to all present.

“I’m sorry, David,” he heard the doctor say behind him, “but this really is the best position to do this test in. It will be easier for me to find your prostate when you are bent over and there is less chance that I could poke you and accidentally cause pain. It will all be over before you know it. I promise…” the doctor assured him, gently pushing on his shoulder to encourage him to bend over.

David put both hands on the crinkly paper covering the exam table and slowly bent over until his head and chest rested awkwardly on the wrinkled white sanitary paper covering the exam chair. He crossed his arms underneath his head to support him. When he bent over, he had felt cool air as it rushed into the suddenly open crack of his buttock, and knew that that his modesty was now completely gone. His mother, the doctor and the nurse had now seen the part of his anatomy that was so private that he was afraid to look at himself. From his awkward position, he could not see them, but knew that they were staring at his exposed butt crack and anus.

The doctor patted him on the shoulder reassuringly. “That’s perfect, David. Good job. I promise this wont’ be as bad as you think it is.” The doctor said, removing his hand from David’s shoulder.

Out of David’s line of sight, the doctor applied generous amounts of K-Y jelly to the index and middle fingers of his right hand until they were well greased up. He then rested his left hand on David’s waist to let him know he was ready to start. “Ok David, you are going to feel something cold and wet on your anus. I’m just going to rub on some lubricant so that it will be easier for both of us when I put my fingers in your anus, just relax now.” The doctor told David, who was anything but relaxed. He squeezed his anal sphincter a couple of times as if to prepare it for what was going to happen, but stopped it when he shamefully realized that they could see any movement that he made down there.

At that moment, as the doctor had his fingers greased up and was going to start preparing David for the examination, the door to the hallway outside opened behind the doctor and the general quiet of the room was shattered by the sounds of activity outside.

“Ok Beth, you and your mother can wait in here, the doctor will…” the voice of the medical attendant hit David’s ears like thunder as he lifted his head up high enough to see who was behind him. A young female medical attendant, a mother in her late thirties and two twin teenage girls of David’s age were standing in the doorway, while the medical attendant held the door open for them. All four females were wide-eyed gawking at the unexpected display of David’s exposed buttocks, cracked wide open to reveal his pink anal sphincter which rose like a star above his hairy scrotal sack that hung down between his legs. David managed to emit a squeak of embarrassment before the doctor yelled. “Close that door! You know better than to come in when the red light is on!” The doctor yelled at the nurse, referring to the red light in the hall that was intended to let the staff know to not enter a room as the patient inside was undressed. The attendant muttered a hurried apology, but continued to stare for at least five more seconds before she escorted the small family out of the room and closed the door.

Before the attendant closed the door, David looked into the eyes of one of the girls and thought that he knew her from school, but he couldn’t place her face with a name. To his horror, at the last second before the door closed, she tore her eyes from his rear end and looked into his face and saw her whisper “David…” in shock. He was horrified! She knew him, though he wasn’t sure from where. She had seen everything! David moaned and buried his face in his arms.

“I’m very sorry, David,” the doctor apologized, his voice steeped in sincerity. “My staff knows better than to do that. Be sure that she will be disciplined for so grossly violating your privacy.” The doctor said, gently massaging David’s lower back to reassure him. “Don’t worry about it, though, I’m sure you will never see them again.” He told David, not realizing that the girl knew David and had recognized him.

David didn’t say anything. He had already had the worst day that he could imagine, how much worst could it possibly be? The doctor’s apology was nice to hear, but it really didn’t change anything.

The nurse had deliberately remained quiet throughout the examination. While she was still relatively young at 32, she had been a nurse for over 10 years now and was not upset easily. She sympathized with the boy when the door flew open, but she also understood why the mother and her daughters could not stop themselves from staring at David’s naked body on the table. She recalled her delight when he became erect earlier while she was holding his penis. She thrilled to the warm, almost feverish feel of it, throbbing powerfully in her fingers.

She was enjoying her view of David, bent over and with his butt stuck way up in the air, and wondered what his mother thought of the whole thing. She glanced over at her, but the mother’s face did not reveal anything of what she was thinking. It was certainly not a view of a family member that you got every day! While the doctor was apologizing to David for the invasion of his privacy, she admired David’s pale, firm buttocks and the tiny pink five pointed stare of his anus. It “winked” at her twice in anxiety, which she thought was too cute for words. She ran her eyes again over his muscular buttocks and the pale, nearly hairless flesh of his anus that became increasingly hairy as it moved down towards his loosely hanging scrotum that folded in around his testicles. She watched as the doctor began to gently rub well-lubricated fingers over the entrance to the boy’s rectum which startled the boy when the sensitive flesh reacted to the gel being spread over the entrance.

What was titillating to the nurse, however, was a nightmare for poor David. He could not see what the doctor was doing behind him and did not know what to expect. Part of him was afraid that someone would make an insulting comment about him or even worst, a joke regarding his positioning or some portion of his anatomy. This fear was magnified several orders of magnitude when those girls of his age had actually seen him in this position. He did not even want to consider what his peers in school would say if they knew what was happening to him! Now, he was naked and bent over on the examining table, offering up his most private parts up for inspection by his mother, a beautiful nurse and a strange man whom he was supposed to trust because he had the title “Dr.” before his first name.

While caught up in this nightmarish emotional typhoon of overwhelming embarrassment, fear and worry, David suddenly felt something cold and wet in the very center of his anus. He had never been touched there before (at least not that he could remember), and certainly never by anything that felt quite like the doctor’s lubricated finger! Startled, he jumped and grunted at the sensation as he felt the cold, wet substance being rubbed all around his ass hole. Then he felt the doctor reassuringly massage his waist with his other hand.

“Just relax, David. You are just feeling the lubricating gel, nothing to be afraid of,” the doctor assured him. “Ok, now, I need you to bear down as if you were having a bowel movement. You are going to feel me push my finger inside your anus. I promise not to hurt you. I just need to check you inside to be sure that everything is ok there,” the doctor promised.

David’s immediate reaction was to resist the intimate invasion, so rather than bearing down, he deliberately tightened the muscles of his sphincter as tight as they would go. He held himself this way for several seconds while the doctor continued to move his fingers over the entrance to his anus. As embarrassing as the finger massage was, it was relaxing and after a few seconds, David allowed his sphincter to relax, which of course, was just what the doctor was waiting for. Not giving the boy a chance to tighten up again, he quickly pushed his forefinger up into the boy’s anus as far as it would go past the restrictive muscles of his sphincter.

David was shocked at the sudden intrusion in to his being. Initially, any thoughts of embarrassment over what had happened were overwhelmed by the sensory information coming from his rectum. He could feel, in an intimate way that he never imagined possible before, even the slightest movement of the doctor’s finger within his rectum. He was briefly overwhelmed by the sensations coming from within his rectum as the doctor slowly moved his finger around to palpate the rectal walls for any abnormalities. He closed his eyes to the sensation as nerves were stimulated that David didn’t know were there.

With a conflicting mixture of desire to both push the invading finger out of him like an offensive bowel movement while simultaneously wishing to fully experience the finger within him (and even David could not say which thought motivated him more), he clenched the offensive digit with his sphincter as tightly as possible. To his dismay (or was it pleasure?), the effort failed as the doctor’s finger continued to explore David’s rectum unimpeded. Unwilling to admit it, even to himself, he relished the feel of the firmness of the finger within his rectum as it intimately swiveled around the interior of his rectum, for while it invaded his innermost sanctum, the sensations also allowed him to fully experience a portion of his anatomy that had never received such intense stimulation before.

Suddenly, the finger seemed to lock in on one place and began to push while making slow circular movements. David’s initial reaction was to squirm slightly in discomfort. However, by the fifth or sixth rotation of the doctor’s finger around that spot David’s penis suddenly sprang to life as a surge of pleasure roiled up from David’s rectum and exploded in to his brain. David moaned slightly as he was hit by a tidal wave of sexual pleasure like he had never experienced before as the doctor’s finger stimulated the nerves in his prostate gland. Not even knowing that he had a prostate, not to mention what it was for, David did not understand why he had suddenly become so aroused; his awareness was consumed with a throbbing erection that suddenly demanded release. His erection was so hard and tight; if not for the accompanying sexual pleasure, it would have been painful.

Within seconds of the wave’s passing, David became aware of two things: 1. Even the slightest additional stimulation to his penis would result in an ejaculation. 2. He would die on the exam table from embarrassment if his mother were to see him in the throes of an orgasm as intense as this one promised to be, based on the strength of his erection. His erection pointed upwards at a slight angle, so it was concealed for the moment as all eyes were focused on what the doctor was doing in his ass. Though the rectal exam had lasted less than thirty seconds, it felt like an eternity to David, until the doctor finally announced that it was over.

PART 3

“Ok, David, good news, you feel fine up there. I don’t think that the infection has spread to your prostate at least,” he reassured David, while gently sliding his gloved finger from David’s butt. He discretely preserved the fecal matter on his finger for testing and removed the latex gloves and discarded them before rejoining the nurse and David’s mother. David had not moved on the exam table. “You can get up now. The good news is that we are almost done with the exam,” the doctor announced to the teenager, as he hesitantly pushed himself up off of the exam table to stand on the ledge. He immediately tried to cover his flag pole erection with both hands, but it was obvious to everyone in the room that he had an erection and why.

“The last thing that we need to do,” the doctor told the teenager, studiously ignoring the boy’s condition, is to collect a urine sample from you.” The doctor explained as David stepped down off of the step and on to the floor. The doctor turned to talk directly to the nurse.

“Why don’t you get two specimen cups for David?” He suggested to the nurse.

“Two?”

“Yes, we will need one collector for the urine sample, of course. However, given his present state, I don’t think he will be able to pass much urine,” the doctor said, pausing to consider his next words. “So I thought it might be quicker if we collected a semen sample first.” He concluded. The nurse glanced briefly at the tip of the boy’s erection which poked through his hands, nodded towards the doctor and left the room.

David stared incredulously at the doctor, hoping that he had misunderstood what the doctor was saying. Unfortunately, he had been aroused to such a fevered pitch by the prostate exam that the idea of any orgasm, even a humiliating one, was strongly appealing to his libido and his erection grew even more demanding.

“Don’t be so shocked, David. Having an erection during a prostate exam is a perfectly normal biological reaction to a powerful sexual stimulus. I assure you, it is nothing to be ashamed of. Normally, we just ignore it, but since you have blood in your urine, we urgently need a urine sample and I don’t think it’s fair to you to make you wait for your condition to resolve itself naturally.” The doctor explained.

“I don’t mind waiting. I can…” David said, trying to avoid the ultimate in embarrassment.

“I really do think this is for the best, David. I am sure it is terribly embarrassing for you, being forced to masturbate in front of another man and two women, and I really am sorry about that. However, I assure you that it is for your own good. Besides, semen is an excellent for catching a variety of problems before they bloom into something more serious.” The doctor interrupted David, asserting his medical authority with confidence.

Before David could protest further, or say anything, the nurse returned to the room with two plastic cups with screw-top lids and some paper towels and placed them on the examining couch next to where David stood. She removed the lid from one of the cups and handed it to the nervous teenager who could not take it because both hands were occupied with concealing his erection.

“We need you to masturbate into the collection cup David. When you are done we can collect the urine sample, and then you can put your clothes on and leave. Ok?” The doctor said and smiled encouragingly. David just stood there, grasping his erection even tighter.

The doctor sighed and turned to David’s mother. “Mrs. Meyers could you…?” The doctor hesitantly asked, unwilling to use coercion in such a delicate situation.

“David.” His mother said to her son, in a strong confident tone that was accustomed to getting an immediate response.

A look of dread spreading on his face, David faced his mother. “Yes, mom?”

“I know how terrible this must be for you, but I’m asking you, for your own good, to do what the doctor wants. You don’t have anything to be ashamed of. Everyone here knows that young men masturbate frequently and we all know what happens when they do. Do you understand that?” She asked her son, more than a little embarrassed herself at the situation, but unwilling to directly defy the doctor and risk her son’s health over a little embarrassment.

“Mom… I just can’t.” David replied his voice breaking as he pleaded a little.

Mrs. Meyers frowned. It was a hard, angry frown that David had had years of experience with. It is the frown that says “Do it, do it now! Or else!” It was a look that David had learned not to mess with.

“I’m, I’m sorry…” He said contritely, reluctantly releasing his engorged genitals to take one of the specimen cups. He tentatively cupped his erection in the palm of his free hand and then closed his fist around it. Gripping his penis at the head, he pulled his hand back towards his body, feeling the sweet rush of hormones as he stimulated himself. He released his cock, and then grabbed it again at the head and repeated the action, setting up a rhythm. With each stroke, the muscles at the base of his penis began contracting and releasing in step with the rhythm.

The doctor watched the boy begin to masturbate with a certain air of detachment. He knew it was not standard practice to ask patients to masturbate before providing a urine sample, but he believed that, whether or not they admitted it, most of his patients secretly enjoyed it. A few of them had even admitted as much to him. He did not consider it an abuse of the doctor/patient relationship as he was not, technically, forcing them to do it. Nor, for that matter, was it something that he was doing to them. He simply used his authority and reasoning power to convince them that pleasuring themselves while medical personnel were present was in their best interest health-wise. The patients went home satisfied, and he had an extra test to add to his bill. It was a win-win situation all around. If he or his staff became aroused from watching the patients masturbate, then that was a side benefit for the staff, but really had nothing to do with the patient’s right to have their reproductive functioning evaluated by medical personnel.

Mrs. Meyers became increasingly uncomfortable as she watched her son stroke his penis, embarrassingly looking at her to see how she was reacting. How was she supposed to react? What was she supposed to think? Seeing any male exercising the core of his manhood was inherently stimulating. Was she a terrible mother for becoming aroused at the sight of her son stroking his cock? She had braced herself for this exam, for seeing her son naked and was prepared to deal with that, and provide him with all of the necessary support and assurances to get him past the embarrassment. She was not prepared, however, to deal with her own reaction to seeing the sexual side of her son so blatantly revealed displayed. Unable to resolve the conflict, she turned away and looked at the nurse. Did the nurse see things like this all of the time? She wondered.

David continued to stroke himself. His mother was no longer watching him. The doctor was looking at him, but appeared to be lost in his own thoughts and not paying attention to what he was seeing. However, the nurse was watching his penis intently as he stroked it. He could not help from blushing an even deeper shade of red, his hand still pumping his erection furiously, wondering what she must think of him. Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that anyone would ever witness his masturbatory practices, even the thought of it was too embarrassing for him to contemplate. Now that it was happening, however, he just wanted it to be over with so that he could put his clothes back on and go home. In a paradox that he never would have guessed if it had not happened to him, he realized that the more that they stared at him; the more he wanted to orgasm, just so that it would be over. He stroked his cock desperately, hoping for an orgasm, but he could not come.

The problem was that he had become over stimulated. His penis was as hard as it could be, but he was nervous and upset, which seemed to be interfering with his ability to get release. Putting down the specimen cup, he reached underneath his testicles with his free hand and began trying to stimulate his testicles. However, they were now drawn up tight against his body in sexual excitement and did not seem to respond to any further stimulation.

After a few more minutes of this, he quit. “I can’t make it… I mean, it won’t…” He stumbled to try to find the words to explain that though he was aroused, he couldn’t reach orgasm. The doctor saw this and immediately understood the situation.

“That’s ok, David. We have many male patients who have difficulties achieving an orgasm due to circumstances.” The doctor said, waving his hand to indicate that it was not a problem. “Don’t worry about it; we can help get you past it by providing a little extra stimulation to overcome the problem. Can you climb back up on the exam table for me now? Just get on your hands & knees with your head facing the pillow?” the doctor said to the mortified teenager. Hoping to be released from his embarrassment, David now realized that his failure to orgasm had actually put him in a worst situation than he was before.

Feeling foolish, he awkwardly climbed up on top of the exam table again and assumed a doggy-style position, supporting himself on his hands and knees. He watched as the doctor put on another pair of latex gloves and re-lubricated his forefinger. His heart sank as he realized what the doctor planned to do, but there was no time to complain as the doctor quickly moved to the end of the examining table and again took a position at the end of the table facing David’s buttocks.

“Ok David, I need you to spread your legs apart as wide as you can, but don’t slide off the table, ok?” the doctor told him, resting his free hand on David’s thigh, just above the buttock. David shuffled his knees apart until they were resting at the opposite edges of the exam table. The nurse took the open specimen cup and stood at his side and began to gently massage his lower back with her free hand. The contact was both reassuring and unsettling as she now had a close up view of his buttocks and erection.

The doctor gently grabbed David’s buttock, separating it from its partner to reveal his anal opening. “Ok David, same as last time. I need you to bear down for me and then you will feel me insert my finger. Just relax and you will be fine.” The doctor said.

This time, before David could even react to what the Doctor said, he felt the finger plunge deep into his anal canal. His sphincter instinctively contracted on the finger, not to reject the invading digit, but to squeeze it tightly in anticipation of what was to come. The doctor pushed his finger in and quickly reached the boy’s prostate. He began to rhythmically massage it making slow, firm passes over the nut sized lump in the boy’s rectum. Without thought, David squeezed the finger with his anus to match the stroking of his prostate as he began to pant and sweat beneath the avalanche of sexual pleasure arising from his rectum that nearly overwhelmed him.

In the very small corner of his brain that had managed to maintain its rationality in the face of intense stimulation, the teenager worried that his reaction to the doctor’s finger in his ass might mean that he was a homosexual. However, even that part of his mind could no longer focus on the question as he suddenly felt a warm hand intimately grasp and squeeze his rock-hard cock. He gasped and opened his eyes to see the nurse studying his face as she first held and then began to massage his hungry penis. She put her face close to his, where no one else could see her, and slowly licked her lips as she teased the head of his penis with her thumb. As she leaned over, David could see into her cleavage and realized that she was not wearing a bra.

“Cum for us, David,” the nurse whispered, as she held is penis more firmly, sliding her hand down the length of his cock from the head all of the way back to his pubic hair. “Let it go. “ She whispered, bending over a bit more to be sure he saw her cleavage. “I want to see you fill up the cup with your hot semen.” She said, feeling his cock throb in her hand as she masturbated him. “Don’t worry about your dick, I won’t let go of it. I want to feel your come shooting out!” she whispered huskily to the boy, squeezing his manhood for added impact. She stood up again to watch the doctor finger fuck the boy’s ass. She watched in fascination as the finger moved in and out of his anus. She wished she could control both ends of him as she leaned close to tease him some more, watching as his penis moved like a piston in her hand.

David groaned loudly as the doctor increased the pace of his thrusts to match the pumping action of the nurse’s hand which was rapidly and firmly pushing the teenager past reason. Like a dam struck by a typhoon, the boy was soon overwhelmed by the sensations coming from his rectum and penis until he was pushed over the edge and a huge blob of semen jetted out of his urethra and smashed messily into the specimen cup. His anus frantically pumped the doctor’s finger while he bucked his hips like a humping dog, trying to fuck the nurse’s hand which moved rapidly up and down the length of his penis. With each forward motion of his hips, semen exploded into the cup. All thoughts of modesty were gone now as the boy loudly groaned and panted, deep within the throes of the most massive orgasm he had ever experienced. His mouth fell open to suck in air loudly as both doctor and nursed furiously manipulated his senses to drain every last drop of semen out of his wracked body.

After what seemed like an eternity to David of almost violent ejaculations of large quantities of semen, his thrusting slowed and his output suddenly dropped off as each ejaculation only dribbled a few drops of clear water in to the cup. Finally, his sexual energy spent, and thoroughly emptied of every drop of cum; he nearly collapsed on the examination couch. The nurse sat the cup down and wrapped one hand around the boy’s sweaty torso, supporting his body as he panted, trying to get his breath back. She leaned over and whispered into his ear, “Good boy, David. That was wonderful. You were magnificent. Now just relax and breathe for me…”

The doctor gently slid his finger out of the boy’s ass and the nurse helped David to lie down and rest on the exam couch. David lay on his side on the exam table, breathing hard. His rapidly shrinking penis was in full view of everyone in the room, but David was too fatigued from his vigorous orgasm to care anymore. His only desire was to rest and suck in as much oxygen as he could.

The doctor held the specimen cup of David’s semen up to the light, as if examining it. “Great job, David! You gave us an excellent sample here.” The doctor told the teenager who stared back at him blankly, still focusing on breathing. “Now we will let you rest up for a bit and then we will try to get a urine sample from you and we will be done for the day.”

As the doctor escorted David’s mother out of the exam room, he paused and turned to the nurse, “Do you mind cleaning David up while we wait? His mother and I will be back in twenty minutes or so?” he asked her quietly, so as to not be over heard. Happy to finally get the boy to herself, she readily agreed.

David watched her as she moved to stand next to him again. “Ok David, you just lay there and relax and while I clean you up. Is that ok?” She asked, smiling at him. He was too spent to do anything but shrug and nod in agreement.

“Ok, I need you to lie on your back and spread your legs a little. Just relax, the hard part is over. Let me do all the work.” She said encouragingly to him. He did as she instructed, laying on his back and separating his legs. She gently lifted his soft penis and began to wipe away the last of the drying semen from its head. When she was satisfied that it was done, she gently cradled his testicles, now loose again in their sack, in her hand and slowly wiped around his scrotum. She knew that this was unnecessary, as his scrotum was clean, but she wanted to feel that part of his manhood for herself. David was quiet and submissive now, as she freely played with his scrotum, rolling the testicles inside around with her fingers. She leaned over so that her face was just inches away from his groin and she could smell his after-sex musky odor. After spending a few minutes relishing the feel of his loose sac in her hand, she petted his furry scrotum like it was a small animal, as if saying farewell before proceeding to clean his butt.

“Ok, David, I need to clean up your rear end now. You still have lubricant all over.” She said to him, seeing the boy’s face go red as he realized she intended to clean around his anus.

“No, that’s ok. Just give me a tissue and I can – “ he said, as he started to offer to clean himself, reluctant to expose the intimate region between his buttocks to her again.

“Don’t be ridiculous, David. It’s my job. I don’t mind at all. Besides, it’s not like it’s anything that I haven’t already seen, you know?” She said, smiling at him, both of them knowing that she wanted to do more than just look at his bottom, and that was what he really wanted to avoid. “Now I need you to pull your knees all of the way back to your chest. I know it is a bit of an embarrassing position for you, but I need complete access to your bottom so that I can get it really clean.” She said, with far too much optimism for cleaning his butt, he thought. Turning his face away so that she could not see the humiliation in his eyes, he lifted his legs up and pulled them tight against his chest, giving her a clear view of his exposed butt crack and anus.

She smiled and admired his naked, exposed, vulnerable position for a minute and then said, “That’s it David. Now we will get you all cleaned up and feeling like new”. Taking some tissue paper, she gently wiped the excess lubricant off of his crack. She deliberately avoided touching his anus until she was sure the rest of him was clean. When she was ready, she slowly wiped around the pink orifice, teasing him by pressing her finger tip against the sensitive flesh of his anus as she pretended to be cleaning him. She took her time, enjoying her absolute control over him while studying every inch of his naked body. Anxious to move on to the next stage, but reluctant for it to end, she decided it was time for her final planned humiliation of him for the day. “Now doesn’t that feel better?” she asked him, seeing him blush deeply as he nodded a response to her.

“Now I need to feel around inside you for a minute and then we will be all done and I will let you rest up.” She said, hearing him groan at being violated again. She knew that he had been embarrassed into such a submissive state that she could do pretty much whatever she wanted and he would not object. As he was full of lubricating jelly from the doctor’s exam, she easily slipped her forefinger into his vulnerable bottom. She watched her finger slide into his anus, past her knuckles, until her finger vanished and her hand was flush against his bottom.

David moaned slightly, as he felt her finger moving deep inside of him, exploring the walls of his rectum. She brushed his prostate, but unlike the doctor, did not dwell there. He was ashamed to have this beautiful woman exploring his inner workings, yet part of him longed for the erotic sensation of her finger exploring his inner being. His sphincter defensively contracted around her finger, intimately feeling how much smaller it was than the doctor’s, and then relaxing, submitting to her will for his body. His embarrassment had finally given way to the admission that he enjoyed the loving way her finger caressed the inside of him. He was too spent to experience any sexual pleasure from it, but appreciated the soothing, intimate caresses of his sensitive rectum, even if he was incapable of responding to them.

She sensed the change in the boy with delight. He suddenly stopped clenching her finger so tightly and his entire body relaxed on the table as he closed his eyes and seemed to just be focusing on fully experiencing his rectal massage. She smiled to herself; he was finally beginning to realize that it was ok to enjoy being examined. She lingered a little longer in the intimate moment that they shared, and quietly slipped her finger from out of his anus. With her other hand, she took a tissue paper and gingerly wiped his anus clean. Discarding the tissue, she washed her hands and watched as the boy lowered his legs to the table and closed his eyes to sleep.

Trying not to make a sound, she left the room to let the doctor and his mother know that the boy was resting comfortably. David slept a sound and dreamless sleep for nearly thirty minutes before he was gently wakened by his mother with a hand on his shoulder.

PART 4

“Come on, David. It’s time to wake up.” She said as she rocked him slowly awake. She almost did not want to wake him. He looked so peaceful, curled up in a fetal position and naked as a baby, sleeping peacefully in the exam room. She felt closer to him now that she had shared his naked ordeal with him. Nudity, she thought, had the potential to really enhance relationships when it was done properly. She made a mental note to remember this as she considered how it might be used to further enhance her relationship with her son, as well as educate him on his own sexuality. After all, she thought, even if he had been embarrassed by all of this, at some level he must be enjoying it or he would not have spent so much of the exam sporting such a lustful erection.

David slowly fought his way to consciousness and remembered who he was and what had happened to him. Opening his eyes, he saw his mother looking down on him kindly and the doctor behind her. Realizing that he had been asleep, and naked, in a public place, he immediately grew embarrassed again. “Are we done, mom? Can I put my clothes back on?” He asked her, as he struggled against the sliding sanitary paper on the exam couch to sit up.

“Not quite yet, David, we still need to get your urine sample.” David heard a female voice speak, that was not his mother or the nurse who had been in the room earlier, but still was vaguely familiar to him. Looking past his mother, he saw the young medical attendant who had accidentally stumbled into the room earlier! She was short and thin with short brown hair that hung about her shoulders. She smiled and walked over to him, reaching out to shake his hand. Shocked to be seen naked by a stranger, he looked at her hand for a minute as if he was not sure what to do, and then remembered his manners and shook hands with her. “I also wanted to apologize to you in person for bursting in on you like that. It was terribly rude of me and I wanted you to know that I’m very sorry.” She said to him, as he saw her eyes move down the length of his body as she quickly glanced at the shriveled penis which rested on his scrotum. When she realized that he saw her looking, she quickly returned her eyes to his face.

“Oh, it’s ok.” He said, embarrassed but feeling helpless to do anything about it. “It’s really not a big deal I guess”

“Oh no, David, it is a big deal! You should always treat your body with respect and demand that others do the same.” She said, rubbing his arm from shoulder to elbow in encouragement to emphasize her words. She was not as pretty as the nurse, but appeared to be much friendlier than the nurse and David found that he liked her. “I should not have burst in on you while you were being examined, and it’s important to me that you know that. Friends?” She asked, with a broad smile and a sparkle in her green eyes that made David momentarily forget that he was naked.

He smiled back at her and squeezed her hand. “Yes, of course. Thanks, I really appreciate it. It was embarrassing, but I know that it was an accident.” He told her, feeling like he had finally met someone here who was on his side.

“Good, I’m glad that we’re friends.” She told him, gently massaging his back and shoulder with her hand. The non-sexual, encouraging nature of the touch lifted his spirits. “Now, we have just one more thing to do, and you can go home and relax and forget about this place for a while.” She told him as she handed him the specimen cup. “I need you to give me a urine sample, and then you are good to go.” She said cheerfully, while the doctor and his mother looked on.

“Go on, David, do what she tells you to and be a good boy,” his mother said. “I am going to take care of the bill and talk with the doctor a bit. When you are done, come out to the waiting room and we will go home.” She instructed him, as she followed the doctor out of the room.

“Ok, David let’s go to the bathroom and get your urine sample and then you can leave.” She said, grabbing his free hand and pulling him towards the door.

“What?” He asked, pulling back as they approached the door. “Can’t I put my clothes on first?”

“Don’t be silly, David, the bathroom is just a short walk down the hallway. We will be there in no time. You are in a urologist’s office. It’s not like we don’t see naked boys all of the time here.” She said deliberately looking at his penis as he watched her.

“But someone else might see me!” He protested.

“David,” she said reprimanding him. “Did you already forget what I told you? You should treat your body with respect. Don’t be so ashamed of it all of the time.” She encouraged him. “There is nothing wrong with being naked in a doctor’s office. Besides, we don’t have time for you to put your clothes back on right now. There are other people waiting to use the room.” She told him, practically dragging the naked teenager out into the hallway.

As soon as they stepped out of the door, they were met by a group of five girls in scrubs who were returning from their lunch break.

“Hi Ginny!” one of the girls said to his female attendant, Ginny, who stopped in the hallway to speak to her friends. David did his best to cover his groin with the sample cup, but all that he accomplished was to draw attention to his penis as he saw all of the female newcomers staring at his shriveled manhood.

“Hi Clarice,” Ginny responded. “This is David. We are just finishing up and he is going to pee into a cup for me.” She said, looking at David expectantly.

He was so humiliated by Ginny announcing to everyone within earshot that he was going to pee in front of her, that he almost forgot his embarrassment at being naked. He saw some of the women giggle and whisper to one another when Ginny mentioned his imminent urination. Three women behind Clarice began whispering to one another, while occasionally looking or even pointing at his cock.

“Well David, be sure to give Ginny a good sample.” Clarice said, failing to completely suppress a giggle herself. “But don’t let your willy get too excited or you won’t be able to pee.” Clarice said, speaking directly to his penis, which caused another fit of giggling from her companions.

“Ok, ok. That’s enough, Clarice. I was just teaching David that he needed to be proud of his body and not be ashamed to be nude in the doctor’s office.” Ginny reprimanded her. “Quit trying to embarrass him.”

Clarice stopped giggling, and smiled warmly at David. “I’m sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. Don’t take it the wrong way. You just have one of the prettiest penises that I have seen here and I had to say something. You know how silly girls are around cute naked men, right?” She said, winking at him. David turned deep red with embarrassment and lied to her, saying that he didn’t mind.

As the girls departed, they said good-bye to David, complimenting him on parts of his body, mostly restricted to his groin or his butt. David could not believe that it was possible to be this humiliated and still be alive.

They passed by several open exam room doors where other patients waited inside. David noticed that none of them were naked. Someone whistled at him, but he wasn’t sure where it came from. The worst part, however, was when they walked past a mother with a young daughter who pointed at his dick and asked her mother, “Mommy why is that boy naked?” The mother, staring wide-eyed with incredulity at David’s nudity, hurriedly pulled her daughter away, scolding her to be quiet and stop looking at the strange boy with no clothes on. “But mommy,” the little girl continued, “I saw his…”, before her mother opened the door and pulled her protesting child into the waiting room.

By the time they finally reached the bathroom, David was ready to curl up into a ball, hide in the corner and die. The short walk down the hallway had been one of the most humiliating experiences in his life. It was even worse than being masturbated by the nurse in front of his mother. The bathroom was handicap-equipped with steel support bars on the wall by the single toilet and plenty of space for a wheelchair. As soon as they entered the room, David turned to close the door.

Ginny grabbed his arm, stopping him. “I’m sorry David. We need to keep the door open. I know it’s more embarrassing for you, but the doctor’s policy is that a patient should never be naked and alone in a room with a member of the opposite sex. It’s all about preventing sexual abuse charges.” She said, smiling knowingly at him. “Our insurance rates would go through the roof if they found out that I was in here alone with you and the door was closed.”

“I can do it by myself, though. You don’t need to be here.” He protested to her, his teen-aged voice cracking in desperation.

“I can’t let you do that, David,” she said in an exasperated tone. “It’s the insurance company again. We can’t allow patients to submit the product of an unsupervised urination for testing in cases where the spread of infection is a possibility.” She explained to him. “Because of the problems that we had with some people submitting other people’s urine for drug-testing a few years ago, all urine sample must be given in front of witnesses.” She said, shrugging as if to say she did not like it any more than he did, but that is just the way it is. “I know it’s embarrassing for you, but there is nothing I can do about it. Those are just the rules.”

David looked despondently out the door as medical staff, patients and their families passed on their way to different rooms within the clinic. A few of them did not even notice him, but most of them openly gawked at seeing a naked teenager in the bathroom with the door open. He looked back at Ginny pleadingly.

“I’m really sorry, David.” She said. “But it just has to be this way. Why don’t you go ahead and pee. I will watch you and then you can put your clothes on.”

Resigned to his fate, David stood in front of the toilet, with his exposed buttocks facing the open door and tried to pee into the cup.

“Does it feel like you need to go?” Ginny asked, watching as he held his penis.

“Yeah, a little I guess. But it’s hard to go when someone is watching.” He told her, visibly upset.

“I know it’s hard, David. Just be patient and relax your bladder, it will come.” She told him.

They stood there for 30 seconds, a minute, a minute and a half and nothing happened. David exhaled and looked up at the ceiling in exasperation. He could hear people walking by and talking in the hall. He could not hear all of the conversation but caught words like “naked”, “ashamed”, “close the door” and “butt” and knew that they were looking at him and talking about him.

He was startled when he suddenly felt the palm of her hand rubbing his buttocks in slow circles. “Just relax,” she told him. “Let it flow.”

Ginny relished finally finding an excuse to massage his buttocks. She was fairly young herself, only out of school for a few years, and close enough to David’s age that she believed that a relationship – with her in control – might be possible. From the minute she accidentally had opened the door and saw his butt exposed, she knew she just had to find a way to get her hands on him. She had never seen such a cute ass on a guy in all of her life, and in just a couple of years as a medical attendant, she had seen more than a few naked butts.

His buttocks were firm, but the skin was as soft as a baby and she freely roamed over all of his posterior surfaces with the palm of her hand, under pretenses of trying to get him to relax, but really just wanting to cop a feel. It was fortunate, she thought, that he was so focused on watching his penis and waiting to pee, since he didn’t see her reach between her own legs with her hand and discretely rub the sweet spot between her legs that he had excited.

“Ok, David. Let’s try something different.” She told him, taking her hand from where it rubbed her pussy and turning on the water in the sink that was next to the toilet. “Give me the cup.” She told him.

Wondering what she had in mind, he gave her the cup. She looked at him and then the water.

“Now put your hands in the warm water and close your eyes. Just focus on listening to the water and relaxing your bladder.” She told him as she positioned herself to his side, between him and the sink.

“Both hands?” he asked perplexed.

“Yes. The sound and feel of water is one of nature’s best natural diuretics. You focus on peeing; I will take care of the rest. Just relax and let your urine flow.” She said, as he reluctantly closed his eyes and let the warm water flow over the fingers of both hands. He was still anxious about who might be looking at him, but he exhaled deeply and tried to relax. After all, the sooner he was able to pee, the sooner this would finally be over with.

While David was trying to relax, with eyes closed and hands occupied in the sink, Ginny got down on one knee next to him. She look out the door to be sure that while everyone could see him, she was far enough to the side of him that her activities would not be witnessed. She thought she could still smell the distinctive musky after-sex odor coming from his groin as she now had her first close look at his dick and scrotum. Reaching over, she took his shy, shriveled manhood between her thumb, forefinger and middle finger and lifted it up. David startled slightly, feeling her hand on his penis, but he did not open his eyes.

“That’s a good boy.” She told him quietly, encouraged by his submissiveness. She briefly studied the closed eye at the tip of his flaccid organ. He looked yummy and she would have loved to know what he tasted like… She manipulated his penis, as if trying to get it in to just the right position, but her actual intention was manipulation purely for the sake of manipulation. She knew he had just cum, so she did not have to worry about him getting an immediate erection. She spent as much time as she felt she could get away with, pulling on his penis and stretching it out, looking at his circumcision scar, squeezing the spongy tip, and even “accidentally” brushing her hand against his testicles.

Deciding that too much playful manipulation would probably cause her to lose her job, she finally stopped and held the cup in front of his urethra. For a minute or two, nothing happened, and she was afraid that they would have to try something else. Then, she noticed his testicles dropped slightly within his scrotum, and as if a weight on his bladder had been suddenly relieved, his urine flowed out as a dribble at first and then came in a steady stream as the water running over his fingers stimulated his bladder muscles.

Ginny watched in fascination as the dark yellow urine, tinged with the stain of some blood, flowed out of the tiny hole and into the cup. She noticed that David winced as the stream grew more intense and the blood in his urine irritated his urethra. When the stream tapered off to an occasional drip, she tapped his penis against the cup and squeezed out the last few drops from his cock and stood up, deliberately keeping the urine sample out of his view.

“That was wonderful, David.” She said, freely massaging his naked back and buttocks with her free hand. Enjoying the warm feel of his skin, allowing her hand to feel between his buttocks, she knew she risked someone seeing her, but the temptation was too great to pass up this one last opportunity. “I wasn’t sure if you were going to have to come back another day. But you managed to give us a really good sample and now you can go home and relax.” She said to him, smiling. “I just want you to know that I and all of the staff here know how difficult this has been for you and we appreciate what a brave boy you have been.” She told him, while her hand rudely explored his buttocks in the last few seconds before she had to let him go.

“Th-thanks, ma’am.” He stuttered to her, the events of the day having shattered his nerves. She told him to go back to the room and put his clothes on and then meet his mother in the waiting room. She took a last look at his naked bottom as he walked down the hall to get his clothes, and that was it. The exam was over.

PART 5

Shivering as he re-lived the embarrassment of his initial exam for his problem, David worried how it would compare with the procedure that had brought him into the hospital today. He still could not quite bring himself to believe that they were actually going to put a tube into his bladder through his penis. He was worried about the pain, of course, but given everything that had happened to him since the exam, he was even more worried about the consequences of the procedure that no one had bothered to mention to him beforehand.

Lying naked on the operating room table, with his legs spread far apart in stirrups, he took some measure of comfort in that at least no one was waiting in the room with him. He had been concerned on the way to the hospital that his mother would be staying with him through the entire procedure. Alone in the room, he would have finally had some privacy, if only they had remembered to close the door to his room. That of course, was the worst part of all of this; he had lost all rights to his privacy. He tried to remember the exact point when things had gone from bad to worse for him, and realized that events had spiraled out of control without him even being aware of it.

The afternoon following the exam had been blissfully quiet. He was off from school for the day for the procedure and spent the remainder of the day working on his trigonometry homework and playing World of Warcraft in his bedroom. His father was a commercial electrical contractor who was away from home for months at a time, so his mother had to manage all of the affairs for their home. She was gone most of the afternoon running errands leaving David to enjoy his free time. It was only much later that he learned the reason for her disappearance for the rest of the afternoon.

While Ginny was extracting a urine sample from David in the bathroom of the clinic, his mother met with the doctor in his office to discuss what the next steps in David’s treatment should be. Given the size of the large, busy clinic, the doctor’s office was cramped in comparison. The office felt more like a storage room than an office as it was full of bookshelves and file cabinets on three walls that were crammed full of papers, folders and medical books. She noticed that the doctor’s desk was as messy as the rest of his office was. As she sat in the visitor’s chair across on the opposite side of the desk from the doctor, she felt cramped and claustrophobic, as if the contents of all of the shelves were about to fall on her and bury her beneath a mountain of paper.

“I will submit David’s urine and semen samples to the lab for testing, Mrs. Meyers,” the doctor explained after she had asked him what the next step in her son’s treatment would be. “However, since David does appear to have some blood in his urine, I think we need to treat this situation with the utmost of caution.” The doctor described in a grave tone of voice.

“Will he need to go to the hospital?” she asked.

“If you mean as an in-patient, no, I doubt that will be necessary. Hospitals are expensive and I think you should be able to manage this at home. David is going to require careful monitoring between now and when his tests come back in a week or so. The problem is that we still don’t know for sure exactly what we are dealing with; so, I would prefer to error on the side of caution and keep a close eye on him until the results of our tests have returned.”

“When do I need to bring him back in, then, so you can monitor him?” David’s mother asked, envisioning daily visits to the clinic for the next week and wondering how it would impact David’s school work.

The doctor shook his head. “No, I’m sorry, you misunderstood me. What I’m trying to say is that you will need to monitor him closely at home. I don’t think you need to bring him back in to the office, at least not until after we have the test results back. But until then, you will need to carefully check all of David’s activities on a daily basis. Mainly we are looking for any signs of pus or blood in his urine, bowel movements or in his semen. You also should make sure that David practices good personal hygiene, or this could turn into a skin infection.” The doctor explained, writing a list for her as he spoke.

The mention of monitoring his semen made her especially uncomfortable. “Doctor, how am I supposed to do all of this? I mean what should I be doing to check him?”

The doctor handed her the list that he had written and lay back in his chair and gave her a reassuring smile. “Unfortunately, Mrs. Meyers, there is only really one way: You need to keep a close eye on him at all times: when he uses the toilet, when he masturbates, when he showers and even when he washes his hands before and after meals. He really needs to be supervised in order to prevent the risk of infection from spreading.”

She could not believe what she was hearing. “You want me to watch my eighteen year old son masturbate?” She asked in shock.

The doctor shrugged. “Well, the alternative is to risk the spread of the infection through semen. It would be ideal if you could collect some of his semen samples for us. The rest of them really need to be carefully disposed of in the trash or in the toilet. The most important thing, however, is to be sure that he scrubs washes himself thoroughly afterwards.”

She struggled to imagine how all of this would work. “Doctor, you have to understand, my husband is practically never home. I am nearly a single mother and I largely rely on David to be able to take care of himself as I am out of the house much of the time. I can monitor him while I’m there, but I can’t be there all of the time.” She told him, beginning to feel like a bad mother through no fault of her own. She simply could not do everything at once.

The doctor opened a drawer in his desk and searched briefly through the stack of paperwork concealed within. Finding the paper that he was looking for, he handed it to Mrs. Meyers. “This is a list of care providers. They are agencies who will send someone out to your house, even live with you if necessary, and can be available 24-7 to help you manage David’s care. We normally use them for elderly patients who cannot care for themselves, but they are also ideally suited for the kind of monitoring that David is going to require.” He told her.

“How soon do you think they could come to our house to help? I am not going to be at home much this week, except maybe in the evenings and I have asked David to stay home from school until we can get this sorted out.” She asked.

“Oh yes, I definitely think going to school would be out of the question for David for a while. The risk of spreading the infection in a locker room environment is just tremendous.” He commented. “I doubt you would be able to get someone out to your house before the day after tomorrow.” He said, pausing before continuing as he considered what options she might have. “I will tell you what I will do. I will arrange for someone to help get you started with this until you can get the services of a professional agency.”

Mrs. Meyers stood up and enthusiastically shook the doctor’s hand. “Oh, thank you! Thank you so much! When do you think that they could start?” She asked, relieved that she would not be alone in this.

“I’m not sure. I will have to ask my staff to see who is free to work on this. I will make sure that someone is there to help you before tomorrow morning, however. Ok?” he asked her, broadly smiling at her appreciative attitude.

Mrs. Meyers had thanked the doctor and returned home with David. The doctor had assured her that the monitoring could probably wait until he could arrange for her to have some support. She deliberately said nothing about it to David on the way home, as she wanted him to at least have a few hours of private time to relax after his harrowing ordeal at the doctor’s office. However, even as she was driving home, she had begun to formulate a plan to be sure that David’s hygienic activities were carefully monitored and controlled until they knew exactly what they were dealing with. She just hoped her son would forgive her for it someday. She was certain he would be unhappy about it; but being a good mother means you can’t always be a good friend, she told herself.

Sure enough, by the time she had completed her errands and returned home to make dinner that evening, David appeared to be fully recuperated from his ordeal that morning. He was the same happy teenager that she had always known, obsessed with MMORPG’s, the Internet and books. She made him his favorite dinner of chicken & rice and decided that it was time to put her plan in to effect. Full of dread, she initiated her carefully planned conversation.

“So, David, are you glad your visit to the doctor is finally over?” She asked him.

His mouth full of food, he thought about his reply as he chewed and swallowed. “Yeah, I guess so. I sure don’t want to have to go through that again. I never knew that they did those sort of things to you in a doctor’s office…”

She smiled. “Well, normally, they don’t. The doctor is just trying to be sure that whatever is wrong with you doesn’t get any worse. Your urinary and reproductive organs are really sensitive to infections, though, and I’m sure you wouldn’t want to take any chances, right?” she casually asked him.

Enjoying his food, David shrugged. “No, of course not… I’m just saying that I’m glad it’s over, that’s all.” He said, cutting himself a new piece of chicken.

There was certainly nothing wrong with his appetite, his mother thought. “I’m glad for you too, honey.” She said warmly. “It’s very important to me that you get well and be able to get back to school as quickly as possible. That’s why I want to do everything possible to make that happen. That’s what you want too, right? You want to get back to school and be with your friends?” She gently asked him.

David paused, remembering the twin girls his age that had seen him naked and recognized him. Were they from school? “Yeah, sure, it will be great to get back to normal again.” He told her, deciding not to mention the fact that he was worried what or who might be waiting for him when he returned to school.

“I’m glad you feel that way. I had a talk with the doctor this morning while you were giving a urine sample and he recommends that we make a few changes around the house, just until you get better, which will help your recovery. It might be a little embarrassing for you, and I’m really sorry about that. But it’s something that you’re going to have to do, because I don’t want to take any chances with something bad happening to you.” She told him, trying to be gentle but firm. She wanted his cooperation, but they were going to do this whether he liked it or not.

David swallowed hard and looked at her. What was she talking about? It didn’t sound good. “What changes?” he asked.

“Well, nothing major, he just wants me to be sure that you practice excellent personal hygiene to prevent the infection from spreading.” She told him.

“I have good hygiene, mom. You know that. I brush my teeth; wash my hands before and after meals. You know, all the stuff you taught me,” he said, reliving childhood memories of being forced into washing his hands all of the time.

“I know, honey. I know you do. But for at least the next few days, we need to do a bit more than normal to be sure that the infection doesn’t spread to other parts of your body where it could become more serious.”

“Sure mom. I’m fine with that. What more do I need to do?” he asked her, envisioning special soaps or extra hand washings.

“Good. Ok, the first thing that is going to be different is bath time,” she told him, as he stopped chewing and stared at her in dread of what might be coming. She described how it would work from now on. “You heard the doctor say that I have to check your testicles for you after every shower for a while, right? Well, I also need to be sure that you are showering properly and are washing every place.” She said.

David flushed and stopped eating and just stared at her. “Mom, please, no… Can’t we just – “

“No, David. I’m sorry. I know this will be embarrassing for you, but I have to insist. I’m sure you do a great job in the shower, but great simply isn’t good enough for now. I know this is going to be embarrassing for you… Trust me; I’m not looking forward to it myself. When the doctor told me, I could have died at the thought of having to inspect you now that you are almost full grown. But I have seen you naked many times when you were young, and I think I saw pretty much everything this morning,” she said, watching his face turn deep crimson at the memory of the morning’s events. “So you should not be too embarrassed.” She said, pausing and thinking about what she had said. “But even if you are, you still have to do it every day. So you might as well get used to it.”

Knowing from her tone of voice that argument was pointless, he asked “When does this start? What exactly are we going to do?”

“Well, I think you normally shower in the morning, I will get up earlier starting tomorrow so that I have time to watch you shower. When you are done showering, I will have to inspect you, every place, to be sure that you are clean. As part of that inspection, I will check your testicles for you and teach you how to do it yourself.” She told him.

“What else?” he asked embarrassed even at the idea. His only comfort was that it couldn’t get much worst. Or could it?

“The doctor told me that all of your bathroom activities need to be monitored. Whenever you use the toilet, you need to let me know. I need to see it before you flush, and I need to be there to be sure that you wash your hands appropriately. Basically, from now on, you need to leave the door open when you use the bathroom.” She told him. She saw the embarrassment in his face at the idea, but there was nothing she could say to take it away, so she continued on to the last and worst item on her list.

“Also, I didn’t know until today that you were masturbating yet.” She told him, as she prepared to deliver the final shock. “How often do you masturbate? And I need to know the truth, David. I know it’s embarrassing, but it’s really important. Don’t be afraid to tell me, it’s perfectly normal.” She said, trying to be gentle, while still insisting on an honest answer.

At first David didn’t answer. This was really too much. Not only was he to have no privacy in the bathroom, she wanted to know about his most private pleasure? He wouldn’t tell her. There was no way he was going to talk about that to anyone, especially his mother. She sat there and waited for an answer. Suddenly, David felt powerless, and knew that no matter what happened, there was really nothing he could do about it. “Two or three times a day. I usually do it in the morning and before I go to sleep, though sometimes I will do it during the day if I have the energy.” He confessed to her.

Though she was surprised, she was careful to hide it from him. “Ok David, well that’s going to be more of a problem. The doctor wants any ejaculation you have to be supervised so that the semen can be properly disposed of. I’m afraid you won’t be able to masturbate without me being there.” She told him.

“But I can’t… I mean…” He stuttered and stared at her speechless. Masturbate in front of an audience, like this morning? He could not even imagine reliving that awful experience over and over again. He just shook his head and looked away from her.

“I’m sorry David, but it has to be this way. I know how strong that drive is in you because I know how strong it is in your father. So, unfortunately, I know that I can’t trust you on this, because you will not be able to stop yourself from doing it the first minute you are alone.” She explained to him, a puzzled look on his face as he failed to grasp where she was going.

“As a result of this,” she explained, “I am going to have to set some new rules about how you dress in the house. From now on, unless I say otherwise, you need to remain naked while you are at home. I need to be able to see your penis to know if you are getting an erection, and that’s the only way that I can think of to be sure that we can manage your sex drive. And that is starting now. I want you to take your clothes off and leave them in a stack. I will wash them for you tonight.” She said, looking him straight in the eye to be sure that he understood that she meant business.

“Uh-uh! No way am I doing that!” He said, standing up from the table.

She did not move or look up at him. She spoke quietly, but firmly. Her whispers were the equivalent of other mothers screaming, and her son knew it. “David, when I came home this afternoon, I took the liberty of taking your keys and your wallet from your dresser. If you don’t start behaving right now, you will not get them back. You are eighteen and free to leave if you want. But as long as you stay here, you will obey me.” Finally, she looked up at him and gave him an angry, cold stare. “Am I being perfectly clear, David Eugene Meyers?” she said, using his full name.

David swallowed hard in fear. Even though he was eighteen, he still very much needed his mother and was not remotely ready to move out. Her sudden escalation of the issue really took him by surprise. They had a good relationship, and she normally tolerated a certain amount of disobedience without losing her temper. Despite her normal tender care and gentle words to him, he knew his mother was mentally very tough, and not someone who should be crossed lightly. He quietly muttered an apology and began unbuttoning his shirt while she spoke.

“That’s better,” she said. “By being so disobedient in this, unfortunately, you have proven that I was right to be concerned about your self-control. The problem is that I can’t guarantee that I can be watching you every second of the day for signs of a possible erection. The only way that I can think of to control your sex drive is to be sure that we keep it satisfied so that you don’t get unplanned erections.” She told him. His shirt removed, he was naked from the waist up. He was in the process of removing his pants when he suddenly let them drop to the floor at her latest revelation.

“Mom, please! Don’t do this to me, again…” he protested.

“David, stop whining. Listen to yourself. You sound like a little boy complaining about losing his favorite toy. If you are going to act like a little boy, I’m going to start treating you like one. You just earned yourself a spanking. Now unless you want another one, I suggest you start behaving yourself.” She warned him, with an edge of steel in her voice.

Quickly realizing that everything he said was making his situation worse, David shut up. He kicked his pants into a pile with his shirt on the floor next to his chair. He hoped his mother was not serious about spanking him, he thought with dread.

“As I was saying, before you so rudely interrupted me, from now on you will masturbate yourself to orgasm in front of me three times a day: before you shower in the morning, when you get home from school or around 3:30 in the afternoon, and again before you go to bed. I know this will be uncomfortable for you at first, but you will get used to it after a couple of days.” She told him, watching as he pulled off his underwear and dropping it on the floor as he concealed himself behind the back of the chair.

Though not really angry at her handsome son, she knew she had to be a strict disciplinarian now or he would never submit to the regime that she had in mind for him. She wanted to tell him that she was proud of him for handling the situation as well as he did. However, she worried that if she relented even a little, he would back-slide which could aggravate his infection or even result in permanent damage.

She watched him as he cowered behind the chair, wondering what to do next and could only admire what a fine figure of a man he was turning into. He was tall, taller than she was, with squared shoulders and a firm belly with tufts of hair poking out from underneath his armpits. His chest was almost entirely smooth except for a few hairs above his sternum and around his nipples. “Come stand over here, David” she told him, pointing at the floor beside her chair.

Keeping his penis covered with both hands, he gingerly walked over and stood where she was pointing. She noticed again how tall and thin he was. He had a runner’s legs, which explained why he was so good in track & field. His stomach was firm, but not a six-pack. She thought that her earlier judgment of him had been correct, in a few years when he married, some girl would be very lucky to have him. Unfortunately, they would have to get through this first.

She sighed and looked up at him from her chair, his groin area just below her eye level, was still covered by his hands. “David, don’t you think you are acting kind of foolish? After the little show that you put on this morning at the doctor’s office, do you really think that you have anything that I haven’t seen? I know the doctor and the nurse were stimulating you, but the way you acted, humping that poor nurse’s hand, you acted like a rutting dog. I was so shocked that my son, who is nearly fully grown, could act like he was putting on some kind of sex show at a cheap bar.” She chastised him, in a soft tone of voice that conveyed more shame than anger. “Now quit playing with yourself and put your hands down at your sides. The whole point of being naked is so that I can monitor you for erections. How am I supposed to do that if you run around holding your penis like a 3-year old?” She scolded him, the sarcasm in her tone, cutting him like knives.

“I’m really sorry… I didn’t mean to act that way. I couldn’t help it. I –“he said his voice breaking.

“No, David. I don’t want to hear any excuses. If you are sorry, don’t tell me about it, just do as I say. You can start by letting go of your penis.” She said, looking him straight in the eye. “You already have one spanking coming, do you really want it to be two?” she asked, deliberately reminding him that his disobedience was making the situation worst for him.

Reluctantly, David unclasped his genitals and put his hands down at his side. His most private parts now only inches away from his mothers face. He could not meet her eyes, and instead stared down at his penis in shame.

PART 6

Mrs. Meyers briefly considered trying to further embarrass him by touching his genitals and examining them. However, it occurred to her that if she did, he would associate future genital exams with punishment, and that would be counterproductive to what she was trying to accomplish. Still, even though she felt it was wrong, she could not help herself and took a moment to stare between his legs from a closer perspective. Even flaccid, his cock hung down well past his hairy scrotum like a shy link of sausage on the butcher’s rack. She had seen it erect earlier today, but only from a distance. Up close she could see that if he had acted like a porn star this afternoon, he certainly had the plumbing for the job. My son is hung like a horse; she could not help thinking to herself with some amusement. Reluctantly, she decided it was time to get to the “bottom” of things and mete out the discipline David deserved.

“Ok, David. Let’s get this over with. You are too tall to put over my lap, so turn around and face away from me and then bend over and touch your toes.” She instructed him.

He slowly and reluctantly complied. Bending over so that she could see his eyes, they were tightly closed in humiliation, from between his legs. She looked at his buttocks, now spread widely in front of her. She had not realized when she told him to assume this position just how revealing it would be. She was torn between sharing his embarrassment, simple fascination at seeing the pink flesh of his anus up close, and a reluctant arousal from the close-up view of the back of his furry scrotum with his penis hanging down like a coy treat just beyond. Perhaps she should have had him assume a different position, all things considered. However, he was already in the position, and it would be probably be even more awkward to ask him to change positions now.

She stood up and carefully positioned herself directly behind him so that she could strike either buttock. Still examining his anus, and remembering the doctor’s finger inside of it, she drew her arm back as far as she could and slapped him solidly on his left buttock. He immediately yelled out and reached back to protect his sensitive rear with his hand.

“Put that hand back down at your side and keep it there or I will spank you every night until you learn to be obedient, young man.” She sternly reprimanded him. He quickly moved to put his hand back down, but before it reached his side she swung back and slapped him again on the same spot. He howled, but kept his hands down. She was surprised at how much pain the smack had caused her hand. His buttocks were well muscled and hard enough to be painful to spank. Blocking the pain out, she set a rapid pace and began smacking his bottom with nearly all of her strength.

David howled and cried as she delivered rapid fire blows to his bottom. He leaned forward on his hands trying to move away from her, while bawling like a baby. She counted fifteen blows and then lost count. When she saw his buttock begin to turn red, she stopped and told him to stand up and face her. He stood up, still crying, with his left hand behind him, trying to rub out the pain where she had spanked him. He jumped around from foot to foot, desperately trying to quench the fire in his butt.

She waited for him to calm down as she watched his penis flop around and slap his thighs. He danced around pitifully in agony, all embarrassment forgotten. She sighed. He may be 18, but he was still her little boy, and she loved him. “Ok David. Ok, it’s over now, come to mommy.” She whispered to him and held him against her body as he bawled furiously into the crook of her neck. She wrapped her arms around his back and held him tight. Keenly aware of his naked condition, but loving him in spite of it, she gently took her left hand and lightly rubbed the hot, sore flesh of his bottom. It was just a simple act of motherly affection and concern, but she realized, too late, that it was a mistake.

His penis pushed up against her when they hugged. She felt it strain against her body, but ignored it as a necessary consequence of the situation. Not realizing her son’s buttocks were so sensitive to touch, however, she continued to rub his behind causing his penis to stiffen even further. It swelled between them, a pulsing rod that forced them to separate. Looking down at her son’s enflamed manhood, she found herself both aroused and embarrassed at the same time. That was certainly never what she had intended, she told herself.

David blushed crimson with embarrassment and desperately wanted to cover himself, but was unwilling to risk another spanking and stood in front of her, frozen like a statue, trying to avoid her gaze.

“It’s ok, David.” She told him. “You don’t need to be embarrassed. It’s my fault. I should have realized what effect rubbing your naked bottom was going to have.” She apologized to him. Then she remembered the doctor’s warning, “Do you need to masturbate to relieve it? I would understand if you do…” She asked him, knowing the question itself would embarrass the boy, but doctor’s orders were doctor’s orders.

“No... No, I’m ok.” He said, still avoiding her gaze. “Can I go upstairs now, please?”

“Why?”

“To let it go down some…” He told her, looking down at his erection again.

“I’m sorry, David, but I need to be able to keep an eye on you. Like I told you before, if you want to masturbate, go ahead, but someone has to supervise you. Hopefully, this will only be for a little while.” She said, genuinely feeling sorry for him, yet unable to stop staring at his stiff, shiny red erection. “Are you sure you don’t want to cum?” she said, reluctantly using the slang term in front of her son, but she thought a little familiarity might ease his acute humiliation. It made it worst.

“No, that’s ok. Do you mind if I watch a little TV?” he asked her, desperately wanting to hold his cock, but not in front of her.

“No, of course not David, you are free to do anything you want. The only difference is that now you need to be supervised.”

He sat down on the sofa, with his penis sticking rudely up in the air in front of him and turned on the TV with the remote. No sooner had the commercial ended than the doorbell rang. David immediately jumped up off of the sofa to hide himself.

“Sit right back down, young man. I will take care of whoever is at the door. You do not leave my sight for any reason. Is that understood?” She asked him, a new threat in her voice. He did not say anything, but fell into the sofa as quickly as possible to escape her wrath.

His mother walked down the hallway from the family room to the front door, out of David’s line of sight. He heard his mother’s voice as she talked to at least two different women at the front door. He could not make out what they were discussing, however. As soon as the conversation ended, he stood up, expecting to see his mother come back after having sent the women away. Instead of his mother, he saw Ginny, the nurse from the hospital and Ginny’s friend “Clarice” walking in with his mother trailing behind them.

“Hi David!!” Ginny smiled and waved to the boy, her voice bubbling over with enthusiasm. She ignored his nakedness and his erect penis, walking straight up to him and shaking his hand like he was a long lost friend. “How are you feeling, David? We were so worried about you after what you went through at the clinic this morning. Your mother invited us to come over to take care of you.” She said, her voice bursting with enthusiasm.

Clarice and the nurse trailed behind her, both of them smiling, looking at his erection rather than his face. “Well, turn around David; let us look you over.” She ordered him, placing a hand on his shoulder to encourage him to spin around so that they could see his backside.

As David turned his back to them, he felt a hand reach out and caress his sore butt. “Oh my goodness, David, did your mother give you a spanking? Your bottom is so red!” It was Clarice who spoke up, as her hand slowly rubbed back and forth against his soft flesh. David wanted to turn around to face them again, but Ginny’s hand held him in place.

The nurse stood in front of David and hugged him close to her body, as his mother had only moments ago, deliberately squeezing her body against his erection. “Poor David,” she said, imitating Clarice’s tone, “we will make it all better.” She whispered to him, rubbing his erection against her body, just above her crotch. Making sure his mother wasn’t looking, she reached down with one hand to adjust his penis between them, stroking it with her fingertips as she did so. She could feel the familiar throb of it against her, the feel of it causing her pussy to lubricate. “Oh my,” she whispered into his ear, “little David is happy to see me again, huh?”

David was both aroused and shocked at the unexpected contact. Her casual attitude towards both his nudity and erection shamed him speechless. He could only remain silent, stunned and lost in the sensation of his naked body pressed against her, while her hand played with his erection. He felt himself grow harder, and was afraid he might ejaculate, when she suddenly released him and looked down to admire her handiwork. “See, Claire, I told you David was not that shy. Look at how he responds to a simple hug,” she said, drawing the attention of everyone in the room to David’s full erection, which pointed up lewdly towards her face.

Claire looked at the boy’s up-thrusting cock hungrily, and spoke to Mrs. Meyers without turning away, “Do you want us to masturbate him now ma’am?” She asked David’s mother. Everyone ignored David’s wild-eyed look when they asked for his mother for permission, and not his, to make him ejaculate again.

“No, Claire, not yet, you came sooner than expected and I have not had a chance to explain to my son why you are here. David just knows that he will have to be supervised carefully for the next few days. I haven’t told him the rest of it.” She said, slightly annoyed at Claire’s obvious prurient interest in her son. However, she reluctantly admitted to herself, she had asked for their help. She supposed she should not be surprised if they were a little too anxious to get started.

They sat down in the living room. David sat sandwiched between Ginny and Claire on the sofa, while his mother and the nurse occupied the two matching overstuffed chairs by the fireplace. His mother explained to him that she could not always be available to watch him and had asked the doctor for help. While she was able to find an agency to send someone over during the day, the agency did not have anyone available to stay overnight. When she went back to the doctor’s office and informed him of the situation, he asked if any of his staff would be willing to assist her. The nurse, Ginny and Claire had been kind enough to offer to stay with them a few days to assist David with his hygiene until his infection was gone. What she did not mention to David was that they had volunteered to do it for free, or her suspicions that their interest in him was more than purely clinical.

David digested his fate while trying to avoid the advances of Ginny and Claire, both of whom were crowded in next to him on the sofa. In apparent attempts to find a place to rest their hands, they were almost constantly touching or rubbing his legs or thighs. David would have protested, but they were both so deeply involved in conversation with his mother, concerning what her expectations were from them during their visit, or explaining some detail about their medical training that David did not want to interrupt them and appear to be rude.

Claire was short, with reddish blond curly hair that she wore up in a pony tail. While she was certainly not fat, she was still heavier than the other two girls. When she talked, she was very expressive and liked to use her hands. Whether on purpose or by accident, several times she swung her hand back far enough, and low enough that she accidentally brushed up against his penis with her hand. For her part, Ginny appeared to be sleepy from a long day’s work and yawned frequently, stretching her arms up above her head. For reasons that were unclear, when she put her hands back down, the arm closest to David always seemed to come to rest touching his penis or testicles. She would move it, but only after firmly establishing contact.

The constant “accidental” touching of his already excited sex organ managed to keep him stiff through the entire conversation. To solve the problem, David tried holding his penis up to his belly to keep it out of the way, but this brought a dirty look from his mother, so he quickly released himself. David’s misery at learning that all three girls, his mother and some unknown person from an agency were all going to be scrutinizing him constantly was compounded by his embarrassment at being forced to quietly sit naked while four women, all clothed, discussed his anatomy and bodily functions as if he was not even present.

“David?” his mother suddenly asked him, including him in the conversation for the first time after nearly an hour of discussion. “Are you going to answer Nurse Bonnie’s question or not?” She asked him, startling him out of his contemplation of his misery. He quickly glanced at the nurse, who finally had a name, to see that she was waiting for an answer to a question that he had missed.

“Oh, I’m sorry… What was the question again?” he asked sheepishly.

“David Eugene Meyers!” his mother jumped in to scold him. “If you don’t start paying attention we are going to have a repeat of earlier this evening,” she warned him, reminding him of the spanking and his sore bottom. “I don’t think you really want to have to go through that again, do you?”

“That’s ok, Mrs. Meyers,” Nurse Bonnie assured her. “David has had a long day. I’m sure he’s just tired and needs to go to bed and get some rest.” She told David’s mother in a gentle voice. Nurse Bonnie was wearing her white dress from work and crossed her legs as she spoke, revealing a tan furry spot squeezed between her thighs where her panties should have been. David felt his penis throb as he realized that she was not wearing panties and that he was looking at her pussy in shadow. He swallowed hard.

“I asked you David,” she said, lowering her voice and speaking slowly, almost seductively. Did she know that David had seen her slit? He wondered. “If you mind us tending after your needs for the next few days or would you prefer your mother do it?”

He blushed, either option being almost too embarrassing to contemplate. “Really, miss, uh Nurse Bonnie, I can take care of myself. I’m not a kid any more. You can trust me.” He asserted to her in his most confident tone of voice.

Nurse Bonnie sat back in her chair and smiled as Ginny squeezed his thigh next to his pubic hair in reassurance. “David,” Nurse Bonnie answered, “we all know that you are nearly an adult and perfectly capable of taking care of yourself, honey. But you haven’t been trained in controlling the spread of an infection like we have, and you don’t want to accidentally spread it to other parts of your body do you? Or worst yet, give it to your mother?” she asked him.

“Well, no… Of course not…”

“Good. That’s why we are here, not because you can’t take care of yourself, but because you don’t know how to take care of the infection. This way, you can just relax and let us do everything for you, and not have to worry about getting any sicker. Now, is that ok with you?” She asked, leaning over in her chair and smiling at him, giving him a revealing look at her exposed bosom.

David paused, unable to tear his gaze away from her bosom for a moment before he answered. “Sure. I am grateful for your help. I just wish it didn’t have to be so embarrassing, you know?” he answered, allowing himself to relax just a little.

“We all understand that honey.” She told him, “but don’t worry about it, in a few days you will barely notice it and all of this will just be routine.” She smiled at him, watching the tension run out of him as he relaxed in his chair. Clarice and Ginny were now keeping their hands in their laps, not wishing to spoil Bonnie’s little pep talk. They knew they would have plenty of opportunities to play with him in the near future. There was no hurry.

“Now,” Bonnie asked, pushing for David’s voluntary cooperation in their plans for him, “do you mind if we take care of your medical needs for a few days or would you rather your mother do it? Even if your mother does it, we will still have to supervise your hygiene and your milking routine.” Bonnie reminded him, her detached clinical tone betrayed by her revealing posture.

“My milking routine?” David asked, puzzled.

“Yes, didn’t your mother tell you? You will need to be emptied of semen at least three times a day. The doctor is concerned that the infection could spread into your testicles and we need to keep them emptied out to decrease the chances of the infection spreading.” She said smiling, but now openly looking at his crotch. David could not answer the humiliating question, realizing that it was really just rhetorical as she was no longer paying attention to him, but looking down at her watch as she changed the subject before he could respond.

“Ginny and Clarice will be staying overnight for the first night, since this is all so new to you and David, Mrs. Meyers.” Bonnie explained. “After that, I think only one of us will need to stay each night to watch David.” Bonnie explained, getting up to leave. “Clarice is a medical attendant who is studying to be a nurse. Since Ginny is one of our best and most experienced attendants, she is going to stay to show Clarice exactly what needs to be done tonight, and then Clarice will be back tomorrow by herself. Will that be all right with you, Mrs. Meyers?”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful, I’m so glad that both of you will be able to stay tonight.” Mrs. Meyers gushed. “Will you be able to stay a little late tomorrow morning to brief the woman from the agency on what needs to be done?” She asked Ginny, as they all stood up and followed Bonnie to the front door as she prepared to leave. David hung back slightly, not wanting to be visible to anyone outside when the front door opened.

“Of course, we are always more than happy to work with agency nurses or home healthcare providers, Mrs. Meyers.” Bonnie reassured David’s mother, as they shook hands and Bonnie moved towards the door.

Mrs. Meyers thanked Bonnie for all of her assistance and everyone said good-night to Bonnie as she exited the house and left in her car. After Mrs. Meyers and David gave Clarice and Ginny a quick tour of the house to show them their sleeping accommodations in the spare bedroom as well as the locations of David’s bedroom and bathroom, Ginny and Clarice focused again on David. Ginny took hold of David’s hand as she explained to his mother that, even though it was still a couple of hours before bedtime, they needed to get started with David’s new “routine” as more time needed to be allowed that night to permit Clarice to learn what she would need to do tomorrow for David.

Mrs. Meyers excused herself for the evening and instructed David to be good and do what they told him to be a good boy and follow their instructions before departing, leaving her naked son to the mercy of the two women alone in his bedroom. David sat on his bed in front of them, grateful that his erection had finally gone down, but dreading what he knew was to come.

He was glad that Bonnie was not going to be with him for the first night. Whenever she looked at him, there was something vaguely predatory about her stare that made him uncomfortable. At the same time, she was very physically attractive and he was very aroused by her obvious interest in him. Just thinking about the experience of her masturbating him while whispering in his ear in the doctor’s office both scared and excited him. Perhaps this was the real reason that he was glad that she was not there, he was not sure whether he should like her or be afraid of her.

In contrast to Bonnie, despite the embarrassments he had suffered at Ginny’s hands, he was beginning to develop genuinely warm feelings for her. For the most part, she seemed to be interested in his well-being and had tried her best to be nice to him. While he had caught her staring at his nudity on more than one occasion, most notably when she burst into the examining room in the doctor’s office, he did not feel threatened by her. She had a bubbly personality that he found very attractive and rare warmth towards other people that David had not experienced before.

Ginny and Clarice instructed David to wait in his room while they retrieved their bags from their cars. David lay back on his bed, feeling a bit like a doomed man waiting for the executioner, such was his dread of being “milked” as Bonnie had described it. David heard them go outside and return to their bedroom a few doors down the hall, chatting with each other in hushed tones so that he could not overhear them. While he actually found the idea of being masturbated by a woman sexually exciting, as would any eighteen year-old boy, his lack of control over his body given the situation was terribly humiliating to him. It was less that they were participating in a sex act with him than it was that they seemed to be coolly manipulating and studying his sexual responses. His nudity, he considered, bothered him not so much in itself, as in the fact that it reflected his helplessness and utter loss of control due to his circumstances.

It seemed to him that his orgasm was no longer a private thing to be shared with a loved one; instead it became a public thing to be observed, judged and controlled. His sexuality, his privacy, his own body was no longer his own. He had loss of control of himself and felt like a toy, played with for the amusement of others. He felt overwhelmed and helpless, suffering not a physical, but an emotional defeat by the circumstances of his infection.

“Why do you look so sad sweetie?” Ginny asked him as she and Clarice returned to his bedroom, each carrying ominous looking black bags. Feeling like even his thoughts must have betrayed him; David quickly forced a smile on to his face.

“Oh, it’s nothing, I’m fine.” He lied to her. He watched as Ginny and Clarice removed latex gloves from their bags and snapped them on to their hands.

“David, we are going to need you to rollover on to your tummy for us and spread your legs.” Ginny said, again reaching into her bag.

“What are you going to do?”

“We’re not going to hurt you, so just roll over for me. We are just going to take your temperature.” Ginny instructed him.

Suddenly realizing what they intended, David immediately objected. “But I’m too old to have my temperature taken that way. Why can’t you just do it orally?” David asked, defensively squeezing his buttocks together in anticipation. He watched as Ginny withdrew an over-sized thermometer from her bag.

“Yes, dear, we know. Unfortunately, we are only permitted to use clinic equipment. Because we have so few oral thermometers, and the demand for them is so great, the only thermometer we take out of the clinic was a rectal one.” Ginny explained, smiling at David as she and Clarice stood by the bed next to him. “Besides, rectal thermometers are the most accurate way to take your temperature anyway. Don’t be scared, I promise I won’t hurt you.” She said to him as she gently rested her hand on his clenched buttocks.

“Ok David, now I need you to relax your buttocks for me. Can you do that?” Ginny asked, gently trying to pull his buttocks apart.

PART 7

“Can’t we just skip this? I feel fine. I’m not running a fever…” David whined, tired and unwilling to cooperate any further with their humiliating treatment of him.

Ginny sighed. “You see, Clarice, this is the sort of thing that you have to expect when you are working with immature teenage boys. They easily become petulant and very uncooperative when they are tired.” Ginny remarked in exasperation to her friend, deliberately acting as if David was not in the room with them.

“What are we supposed to do if he won’t cooperate?”

“There is really not much that we can do, unfortunately, other than get his mother to discipline him.” Ginny commented, lightly slapping David’s buttock to illustrate her point. “However, you would think that one spanking in an evening would be enough to insure his future cooperation. Will you go ask Mrs. Meyers to come in here, please?” She said to Clarice.

Clarice left the room before David realized that his stubbornness was going to get him in to trouble again. “No! Please ask her to come back. I will do whatever you want.” He begged her, on the verge of tears. “Please? I don’t want another spanking! I’m sorry.” David pleaded with Ginny.

Before Ginny could decide what to do, Clarice returned alone, without David’s mother. She spoke directly to Ginny, ignoring David. “She apologized for him. She told me that David has had behavioral problems ever since this began and that we have her permission to discipline him as we see fit, up to and including spanking.”

“Thanks Clarice, I don’t think that that will be necessary, though. I know David wants to be a good boy and not get a naked spanking in front of two women.” Ginny told her as she felt his butt relax beneath her hand.

Ginny motioned for Clarice to stand beside her close to the bed. David rested on his elbows with his head turned and watched Ginny give Clarice the rectal thermometer. David felt Ginny use both of her hands to pull his buttocks wide apart, exposing his anus to their view.

“David, just lie down and relax. All that I need you to do is be patient and don’t clench up, ok?” Ginny asked.

Worried about what they were going to do to him, David unhappily crossed his arms on top of his pillow and rested his head on them, trying to relax despite the acutely embarrassing sensation of cold air on his anus as the two women discussed his backside as if he was not there.

“Taking a rectal temperature is the perfect opportunity to examine the patient’s anus for hemorrhoids, pinworms, soreness or any other abnormalities.” Ginny explained to Clarice as they studied David’s perineum. “You will notice that his anus is very pink and healthy looking. This is a good sign as it indicates that the infection has probably not spread. If you palpate carefully right there“, Ginny said, pointing to a spot between David’s anus and scrotum with her thumb. “You will almost be able to feel his prostate.”

To his shock, he felt Clarice’s fingers feeling pushing the very center of his butt cleft between his scrotum and anus.

“I don’t feel anything.” Clarice said.

“Don’t worry about it. Sometimes it’s tough to find that way, which is why the prostate is usually checked internally. Since David is so tense, this will be a lot easier for him if he has some lubrication. You can find some in my bag over there.” Ginny instructed.

David watched as Clarice squeezed the lubricant, a clear gel, out of the tube onto the tip of the thermometer and then smeared it around until it completely covered the tip. He felt Ginny pull his buttocks apart even further as Clarice leaned over him to get a closer view of his anal orifice. He startled slightly at the sensation of the cold glass thermometer as it pressed against his sphincter. Clarice pressed harder until the tip of the thermometer slipped smoothly inside of him. Ginny released him and watched as he clenched the thermometer tightly between his buttocks. The women briefly stared at him, the thermometer sticking up conspicuously from his nude prostate form like a small tail on a big dog.

“Now we just need to wait a few minutes and then we can check his temperature.” Ginny explained to Clarice. “Make sure that he lies still and doesn’t try to stand up or move around or he could hurt himself. When dealing with a very immature patient, like David here, I find it’s best to sit with them to be sure that they don’t move.” Ginny said, sitting on the bed next to David. She began to rub his back, up and down, all of the way from his neck to the top of the cleft of his buttocks. Following her example, Clarice sat down at the end of the bed by David’s feet, facing Ginny, and began to intimately massage the boy’s legs.

The humiliation he experienced from their shameless examination of his anus was nearly forgotten in the delightful sensations that arose from having two women massage every exposed inch of skin on his back. David found himself relaxing beneath their hands and lay down comfortably, for the first time today, as they rubbed away the tensions in his muscles. He closed his eyes and let himself enjoy the feel of their hands on his body.

“Do you like that David?” Clarice asked.

“Yes ma’am. Very much…” David mumbled, lost in the sensation.

Ginny smiled. “See how good David can be when he is properly handled, Clarice? It would have been a shame if we had been forced into spanking him.”

Clarice sighed. “Yes, he does look very comfortable stretched out like that.” She said as she admired his legs and buttocks. Her hands explored where her eyes travelled. “You have a very nice body, David. Are you an athlete?” Clarice asked.

“Yes, ma’am, track and field.” David whispered.

“Well it really shows. You shouldn’t be so ashamed of letting people seeing you naked. Do you have a girlfriend?” Clarice asked him.

David did not reply for a minute, as if trying to decide whether he should tell the truth or not. “No, I haven’t found the right girl yet.”

“That’s a shame. I’m sure the girls don’t realize what they are missing.” Clarice commented, smiling at Ginny, who was listening to the conversation and smirking.

“Are you a virgin, David?” Clarice inquired, not knowing a more tactful way to ask, but hoping that it sounded like a medical question, rather than a personal one. She was only a few years older than David, however, and was becoming aroused as she massaged him. She looked at Ginny for some sign of reaction to her question, but Ginny too was looking at David. Maybe she was as interested in the boy as Clarice was?

David struggled with the question. He was very much a virgin. Aside from a few awkward first dates, he had very little experience with girls, period. Normally, he would always lie when asked that question, in order to protect his pride. His mother knew that he was inexperienced, but no one else knew for sure. He was very reluctant to admit the truth to anyone. He was in a very relaxed state of mind from the massage, however, and decided to take the risk and be honest with these women. “I haven’t messed around with any girls yet. Like I said, I don’t have a girlfriend.” He said, deliberately avoiding the label of “virgin”.

Clarice and Ginny looked at each other with a silent communication passing between them: Not only did they have an attractive naked male that they could pretty much do whatever they wanted with, they also had a virgin! Of course, Clarice considered, he could be lying to them, but she very much doubted it. All of his actions bespoke someone very inexperienced with sex. Rather than try to take advantage of the situation, as most males would, David’s sole interest appeared to be in preserving his modesty and escape. Excited over the news, but not wanting to risk embarrassing the boy over his revelation, she decided to say nothing about it and changed the subject. “Isn’t it about time to check his temperature?”

Ginny nodded and slowly pulled the thermometer from between his buttocks. “Ok David, you are running a slight fever, but that is normal considering your infection. If you were running a high fever, I would say that we should skip milking you for the night. But your temperature is not high enough for it to present a health hazard.” She said as she and Clarice stood up. “Before we do that, we need you to use the toilet first so we can check your urine output. So I need you to sit on the toilet for us.”

“But I don’t need to go…” David was about to object.

“I need you to try for me David. I don’t want to risk forcing you to ejaculate if you have a significant amount of blood in your urine.” Ginny explained, pulling on David’s arm to help him stand up. They led him to the bathroom and sat him down on the toilet.

After waiting a couple of minutes, David complained that he couldn’t go. Skipping the usual psychological incentives, Ginny placed one hand on his back and the other on his abdomen, a few inches above his pubic mound. She instructed him to relax his bladder as much as possible, and then she slowly but firmly pressed in on his abdomen, compressing his bladder. Much to his surprise, he suddenly found himself peeing freely. If this were not embarrassing enough, before he could stop it, he broke wind loudly in front of the girls, who pretended not to notice.

“Just relax and let whatever wants to come out, out, David. Your body needs to eliminate as much of the infection as possible.” Ginny cautioned him. “Don’t be embarrassed just because we are here.”

David closed his eyes in embarrassment, but the escaping gas had started his bowels moving, so he released them with a loud splashing noise, keeping his eyes trained on the floor between his feet to avoid meeting their gaze. He froze like a statue in humiliation for the next few minutes, not believing that he had actually had a bowel movement while naked in front of these two beautiful women. He had never felt as helpless or humiliated as when, after waiting a minute, Ginny lifted him to his feet and both girls inspected the contents of the toilet bowl.

“That was a good boy, David.” Clarice commented, looking at the contents of the toilet bowl. “You have a nice, firm bowel and a minimal amount of blood in your urine. I don’t think you need to be overly concerned about it.” Clarice said, trying to reassure him, but only making the situation more embarrassing by commenting on his excretory activities.

Ginny gently rubbed his back and tried to console him. “It’s ok, David. We know how embarrassing this must be for you; but there is nothing for you to be ashamed of. These are all just normal bodily functions and we all have them so don’t let it upset you.” She assured him. “Now I need you to bend over and put your hands on the floor so that Clarice can clean you up.”

He stared at her, mortified. He could not believe that they actually wanted to wipe his ass for him! “No, please, let me… I don’t want you to –“he managed to get out before Ginny, vigorously shaking her head, cut him off.

“No, David. I’m sorry. I understand how embarrassing it must be to have two women cleaning your bottom this way, but it can’t be helped. Now just bend over and relax. It won’t take long.” She said in a firm tone to let him know that it wasn’t a request. He noticed that both women now wore latex surgical gloves, remembering with dread his penetration by the doctor earlier that day.

Overwhelmed with humiliation, he slowly bent over and rested his palms and his weight on the cool tile floor. The entire day had been one indignity after another, and he was beginning to wonder if it would ever end. He heard the toilet paper spin on the roll as Ginny pulled off strip after strip for Clarice, who gently but thoroughly wiped his anus and all around his butt crack. Hearing the toilet flush, he started to get up, when Ginny pushed him back down. “We’re almost done David, not quite yet though.

He was startled by the hiss of an anti-bacterial spray as Ginny sprayed his exposed sphincter with a cool, lemony smelling disinfectant out of a plastic spray bottle and wiped his bottom thoroughly with a damp disposable wipe. “This is just something to make sure that you are really clean down below. Since you will be naked while you are at home, we have to take extra measures to insure that no nasty germs are able to linger on your bottom.” Clarice explained as they finished wiping him.

“Ok, David. We are almost done.” Ginny said, holding David down. “Now we just need to check your bottom to see if you’re really done pooping, and then we will milk you and let you go to bed. Ok, sweetie?” she said to him, patting him on the shoulder as if what she had told him was a perfectly normal thing to be doing to him.

With a firm thrust, and no warning to David, Clarice slid her finger past the boy’s sphincter and up into his rectum. David gasped in shock at the sudden violation of his rectum. He felt her knuckles against his skin as she pushed her finger into him as far as it would go. “Just relax David; I’m just going to have a little feel around inside of you.” Clarice instructed him. “Now I want you to carefully stand up. Grab on to Ginny’s arm if you need help.”

With help from Ginny, the boy managed to awkwardly stand up with his legs spread and Clarice’s finger still inside him. Clarice carefully knelt down beside him. At eye level with his groin and one finger inside his anus, she gently reached around with the other hand and loosely cupped his scrotum. She squeezed it lightly, not enough to cause discomfort, but just enough so that she could feel each testicle in her hand. She felt David’s body tense with the intimate contact.

Ginny moved to stand behind David, deliberately pressing her body against his naked backside. With his legs spread apart, she was just tall enough to rest her head on his shoulder. Reaching around from behind him with both hands, she hugged him close to her. His arms rested on top of hers, while her arms encircled his abdomen. Using both hands, she rubbed her hands over his chest and down to his navel, while gently kissing his neck. She felt David tense up and then relax as she whispered reassurances into his ear.

David was at once shamed and enthralled. He felt violated by Clarice’s rude thrust up into his bowels and even now could feel her finger as it explored the inside of his rectum, claiming the basest part of him for herself. With her other hand, she held his scrotum firmly in her hand, which seemed to simultaneously tease and dominate the fragile heart of his masculinity. He felt thoroughly lost to her, as if the lower half of his body was no longer his own, but hers, and she manipulated him according to her whim and pleasure.

When Ginny had embraced him from behind, he was at first shocked by the intimate touch of her body to his body, and then she began to kiss him and stroke the front of his body with her hands. He could feel her bosom, crushed between his shoulder blades, and her groin thrust against his buttocks. When she kissed him, he wished that he could have looked into her eyes. Her touch was so delightful that he could almost, but not quite, forget what Clarice was doing to him below. He almost could not believe how wonderful it felt to be held by her and feel her hands and arms sweeping over his body. What a difference from the crude, almost vulgar, way that the nurse and doctor had rudely manipulated his body this morning. He felt her hands increase their arc as they reached up to massage his face and neck, and then slide back down to caress his penis.

In the back of her mind, Ginny was aware that this was no longer purely a medical procedure. While she continued to rub the boy’s chest with one hand, she could not help herself and slid the other hand into her panties and began fingering her crease, feeling the moisture of her excitement. She frantically tickled her hungry clitoris while her other hand found David’s penis. She began breathing heavily and moaning into his ear as the feel of his hardening erection ignited her arousal to a fevered pitch.

From her vantage point, Clarice saw everything. She was both envious of Ginny and also aroused as she watched her friend attempt to masturbate their patient and herself at the same time. Mostly from experimentation and watching the boy’s reactions to her touch, Clarice finally found the boy’s prostate gland and began to massage it as she watched Ginny’s hand first tickle and tease and then vigorously pump David’s erection. She massaged the boy’s testicles until they withdrew tightly against his body, in preparation for his orgasm. At eye level with his erection, Clarice discretely reached underneath her skirt and began fingering her vagina to match her friend’s pumping of David’s cock.

David saw none of this. Though he heard moaning in the background, it did not register in his brain as Ginny’s hand tightly squeezed his hard penis and relentlessly pumped him past the point of insanity. It seemed to him as if they were all one giant sex organ, moving in steady cadence as Clarice ignited his prostate with a firm massage and Ginny breathed huskily in his ear while her hand flew rapidly up and down the length of his cock. In the dimly lit part of his brain that was still not caught up in the moment, he wondered if it was possible to die from an orgasm, as he struggled to believe that one orgasm could release this much sexual tension.

Suddenly Ginny moaned loud enough that it was impossible for it not to register with him as her rapid pumping of his penis became even more frantic and he felt her thrust her body as tightly as she could against him, as if she wanted to be permanently joined to him. She groaned loudly and wildly thrust herself against his backside. Instinctively recognizing what had just occurred, David could no longer resist the sweet urgings of Clarice’s finger up his ass or Ginny’s wild milking of his penis. His internal barriers broke down as he felt a huge load of semen squeeze through the incredibly tiny hole of his urethra, which was squeezed shut even tighter by Ginny’s firm grip on his penis. Time seemed to slow to a crawl as his huge wad made its way out at incredible speed through his organ with all of the loud fanfare of a King returning to his throne. No sooner had it made its triumphal exit from is body then he felt another royal wad following behind it.

Ginny panted heavily as her orgasm finally flooded its way out of her body. She saw Clarice madly finger-fucking David and herself at the same time and was relieved that she was not the only woman in the room who was overcome by the situation. David ‘s penis was still throbbing wildly in her hand, pumping load after load of white cream out of his penis as they continued to milk him. With her free hand, still covered with her own juices, she reached around and underneath her other hand to hold his balls in her hand, feeling them clinch against the boy’s body as she mercilessly pumped every last drop of semen out of him. She pressed her hand up against him just tightly enough so that his scrotum completely filled her hand and she could feel all of his ball sack in her palm. Holding his testicles in one hand and penis in the other she stimulated him and tried to imagine what he was feeling. She heard Clarice climax loudly on the floor beside David. Neither girl had relented in their frantic stimulation of him, even through the heights of their own orgasms.

Clarice panted heavily as her orgasm abated. With her finger in David’s ass, she could feel that his orgasm as well was coming to an end as the steady squeezing of her finger by his sphincter started to slow down a bit. He was beginning to run out of fuel as she continued to massage his prostate, trying to milk every last drop out of him. Her other finger was covered with lubrication from her pussy. She gingerly pulled it out of her panties and in a quick movement wiped some of the semen that was dribbling form the head of David’s cock on to her finger. Knowing the risk of infection, but suddenly not caring, she quickly popped the finger into her mouth wanting to know how they tasted when mixed together. If Ginny saw or felt her do it, she did not say anything.

David’s orgasm slowly died as he felt Clarice continue to massage his prostate. It puzzled him slightly that some fluid was still seeping out of him, even though the orgasm was over, but he did not dwell on it as he suddenly felt exhausted from the exertion and wanted a nap more than anything. Ginny released his sensitive penis and clenched him to her as both of her hands now held his testicles and she squeezed the length of sides between her arms, gently kissing the back of his neck. “See what a stud you are, my magnificent little virgin…” she whispered into his ear. David blushed, but felt warm and safe in her embrace and pushed his cheek up against hers as he enjoyed the warm secure feeling of her hands totally enclosing his testicles, even as his semen cooled on his penis.

They had made quite a mess of it, as David had sprayed some semen in the toilet, while the rest of it covered the surfaces of the toilet as well as the floor and some even shot on to the wall. Ginny continued to hold him until Clarice nodded to her that the prostate massage was no longer yielding any more fluids. Clarice slowly withdrew her finger from the warmth of his sphincter. Clarice replaced her soiled gloves with clean ones, and telling David not to move from where he was standing, gently separated his buttocks and began to wipe the area surrounding his anus again.

Meanwhile, after Ginny also replaced her gloves, she began gingerly wiping down David’s penis and testicles, cleaning all trace of semen from them as he watched her in fascination. When she was finished, she pulled a tube of lotion out of her pocket and gently rubbed a small amount of the lotion into his penis. “This will keep the skin of your penis soft and help fight any infection at the same time.” She told him, as she kneeled in front of him. David leaned against the sink with one hand, his mind empty except for the sensations of the two women cleaning his most intimate areas. It had been a long day full of humiliation and excitement, but he was ready for it to end.

When they had finished cleaning him up and after he washed his hands, they helped him to his bed and covered him up. Both girls gingerly kissed him on the cheek and bid him good night before they turned off the lights and returned to clean up the mess in the bathroom.

PART 8

David slept fitfully all night. In his dream, he was naked in a movie theater. While the movie was playing, he was safe because no one could see him. What would he do when the movie was over, he wondered? The movie theater was filled and seated on either side of him were two girls who were roughly his age. He carefully covered his groin with his hands, hoping that neither girl realized that he was naked. Both girls seemed to be lost in the movie and did not even look at him; still David kept his hands over his genitals, just in case. He tried to watch the movie, but it must have been a foreign language film because he could not understand anything that the actors were saying.

Finally, the lights came up in the theater. Everyone started talking about the movie and David clasped his hands even tighter over his scrotum and penis, which had by now erected from the constant stimulation from his hands. To his amazement, however, no one appeared to realize that he was naked, as everyone stood up and began to leave the theater. Just as David got close to the exit of the theater, a commotion arose from just beyond the doorway of the exit. David was suddenly surrounded by people, crowding in against his slim naked form, as everyone tried to get out of the theater. He was pushed and jostled by countless people trying to get ahead of him.

Surrounded now by other people, whose clothed bodies pressed against his naked skin on all sides, David suddenly felt their hands all over his body as if they were trying to grab him or push by him. No one seemed to notice his nudity, or if they did, he could not hear them speaking over the commotion, but he felt hands moving all over his body. Suddenly, he felt someone grab his penis and tug lightly on it, as if they did not realize what it was. Soon, other hands joined the first hand and seemed to be everywhere: between his legs, on his penis, his scrotum, he even felt his buttocks being pulled apart as a finger pushed its way up into him again.

“No, No, No…” he muttered in his sleep, trying to push the clothed bodies away from him. “Please, please leave me alone…”

“David…” someone in the crowd spoke to him. “David, it’s me.” The voice insisted as he felt someone shake his shoulder. “David, wake up! You’re having a dream. Wake up! Wake up, David!” he heard his mother’s voice and opened his eyes. Sunlight poured in through his bedroom window, blinding him to everything but blurry light and shadow.

“You were having a dream, David. It’s about time that you woke up anyway. It’s nearly 8:30 and you have guests.” The hazy shadow of his mother spoke to him as David rubbed his eyes and waited for his vision to adjust to the light. He realized that the “clothing” in his dream that he had pushed away was his blanket. He was covered up from his chest downwards, but he had pushed the covers off of his top. He was lying on his back in bed and looked up and suddenly realized that the “guests” his mother referred to were in his bedroom watching him!

He quickly pulled the covers up to his chin and squinted to look at them. He saw a woman, who looked about the same age as his mother, watching him. She had reddish blond hair that was tied tightly in a bun at the top of her head. She wore a short-sleeved white dress that reminded David of the uniforms that the nurses wore, before scrubs became popular. She had broad shoulders, and arms that were so heavily muscled they looked like they belonged on a man.

“Good morning, David.” She said to him. She smiled a tight-lipped smile at him as he noticed her looking at the part of his body that still remained covered by the blanket. Following her gaze, he noticed that part of the cover seemed to be tented as it stood up like a miniature circus tent. Realizing that she was looking at his erect penis beneath the blanket, he quickly reached underneath the cover and pulled his stiff sex organ tightly against his belly.

“This is Mrs. Reaves, David” his mother introduced the formidable looking woman. “She is the agency assigned-caregiver who will be helping you out during the day while Connie, Ginny and Clarice are at work.”

“N-Nice to meet you…” David managed to stutter out, still ashamed that she had seen his morning erection, even if it was only through the cover.

“Don’t be so shy, David…” Mrs. Reaves reprimanded him. “Do you think that I don’t know what happens to boys in the morning?” she chuckled. “I used to work in the infirmary at an orphanage. I’ve seen more morning woodys than I can count.” She told him, watching his face turn a deep shade of red. She was going to enjoy this, she thought. Her job was largely a thankless job as her customers only wanted her around when they were suffering. She genuinely had seen more erect penises than she could even remember and the sight of one more did not faze her. However, she knew she would have fun embarrassing David, she thought. The boy was too modest by half and needed some help getting over it anyway, she rationalized.

“This is Maya, my daughter.” Mrs. Reaves said, nodding to the teenager who walked slowly into David’s room. Maya had dark “dirty” blond hair that hung down straight just past her shoulders. She shared her mother’s tight-lipped smile as she openly stared at David with her head slightly bowed as her pale blue eyes flashed at David, highlighting her lascivious grin. Maya had a light complexion with a sprinkling of freckles that dusted her cheekbones. She was approximately David’s age, with a thin, delicate build that stood in stark contrast to her mother’s almost masculine form.

“Hi David, nice to meet you… You sure do look all snugly and warm under there,” Maya spoke to him in a soft voice. For reasons that he did not understand, her seeing him covered with only a blanket made him feel even more naked than when the women had milked him the previous night. He pulled the cover up around him.

“Nice to meet you too, miss, uhhh Maya… It’s a warm blanket, I guess…” he tentatively responded to her, half afraid that she was going to get in bed and under the cover with him. She must have noticed how awkward he felt, he saw her smile creep further up her face as she walked over and stood next to her mother.

“And last, but not least, is Tabitha, or Tabby.” Mrs. Reaves interrupted David’s contemplation of Maya as he saw yet another girl walk in to his bedroom and stand next to Maya. Maya was nearly as tall as her mother, while Tabby was a full head shorter than Maya or Mrs. Reaves. Tabby appeared to be a couple years younger than David. She had dark brown hair which she wore in a ponytail, brown eyes and a clear light complexion. She stood close to Maya and eyed David uncertainly, not speaking to him.

“Tabby is my niece. Her mother has been very sick and she is living with us until her mother feels better.” Mrs. Reaves said.

“Well, you certainly are lucky to have two such beautiful girls in your family!” David’s mother said to Mrs. Reaves with a broad smile. Both girls smiled back at her and said thank you.

“Thank you, Mrs. Meyers. I am very proud of both of them. They are both wonderful girls.” Mrs. Reaves said, resting her arm supportively on Maya’s shoulder. “I brought them with me as my helpers and because I thought it would be very educational for them to get to see what I do. I also thought it might be nice for David to have some support from people who are closer to his own age. Do you mind?” Mrs. Reaves asked David’s mother.

“No, no, of course not, I think it’s a wonderful idea.” David’s mother said enthusiastically. “Actually, it solves a problem for me. I was afraid that David would get lonely here at home, being away from his school friends for so long.”

Mrs. Reaves looked at her girls grimly. “Yes, that is the other reason that I brought them here, actually. You see, I am a strong believer I home-schooling. I think its best that girls learn from a close relative and not some stranger. Unfortunately, that means that Tabby and Maya don’t get to meet many boys and I think it will be good for them to be around a boy for a while.” Mrs. Meyers explained and turned to look at David. “It will also be good for the girls to get to work with David and get some “hands-on” experience in human biology.” She said, deliberately looking at the area where she knew the boy’s groin would be to embarrass him.

David recoiled in shock as he realized that Mrs. Reaves intended for the girls to be a part of his “routine”. Nearly ill with embarrassment at the idea of it, he turned hopefully to his mother.

Mrs. Meyers looked somberly at her son. She could just imagine his horror at the situation, and she sympathized with him. At the same time, she felt sorry for him because she knew her son knew virtually nothing about the opposite sex. She briefly had considered forbidding the girls from being part of her son’s treatment, but then felt guilty as she realized that she was being over-protective of him. Perhaps this was her opportunity to help her son get past some of his shyness when it came to dealing with girls his own age? She knew that he wanted to her to protest, but reminded herself that sometimes you just have to practice tough love if you want to be a good parent. “I think that sounds like a wonderful idea, Mrs. Reaves; both for your girls and for David.” She said, patting her devastated son lightly on the shoulder.

David could not believe that his mother was going to permit this as all four of the females in the room now turned to him expectantly. He pulled the covers up tightly under his chin. Mrs. Reaves crossed her arms under her bosom and sighed. “Well David, it’s getting late… You going to get up or did you plan to lie around in bed all day?” she asked him, barely more than a stranger to him, now asserting her authority.

“Come on, David,” His mother prompted him, “You know it’s time for you to take your shower. It’s time to get up now.”

“Could you all just leave the room, please? I mean I don’t have any clothes…” he asked, hoping that he could take his shower in private at least.

Mrs. Meyers looked at her son briefly, intending to scold him, and then realizing that that would be a mistake. Instead, she turned to Mrs. Reaves and spoke to her with a sigh. “You see now why I wanted help with him? He is normally a very good boy, but he is always talking back to me since he got this infection.”

“I know, boys can be such a headache. I have always felt so lucky to have Maya as my daughter,” Mrs. Reaves said as she rubbed Maya’s shoulder appreciatively. “She has always been a very obedient child.”

Mrs. Meyers smiled supportively at Maya for a moment and then turned back to her mother. “The doctor wants me to examine his testicles after he showers. But I think he is going to cause me nothing but trouble because he knows that I have a soft spot for him.” She said, pausing apprehensively before asking her question. “Do you think you could help persuade him? You have my permission to discipline him with whatever methods you think are appropriate?”

Mrs. Reaves shook her head. “No, no, Mrs. Meyers, don’t give it a second thought. While I don’t have any boys of my own, I have had to deal with hundreds of them at the orphanage. I’m sure David will cooperate just fine, won’t you David?” She asked David, who was watching the conversation in disbelief as his mother had just given this complete stranger total authority over him. He was speechless and did not say anything.

Deliberately misinterpreting David’s reaction as disobedience, Mrs. Reaves turned to her girls and spoke. “Ok girls you know what to do. One on each side and I will pull.” She instructed as she moved to stand at the foot of the bed and watched as the two girls quickly moved to each side of the bed. Without so much as a “pardon me” each girl took one of David’s arms firmly in both hands and pulled them out straight away from his body. David struggled against them, but before he could make any progress, Mrs. Reaves quickly yanked the covers off of the bed, exposing David’s nude body to everyone in the room.

Embarrassed at the display of his full erection, David quickly pulled both legs up to his chest to try to conceal his penis between his legs. He immediately put them back down, however, when he realized that his position exposed the cleft between his buttocks to Mrs. Reaves and his mother.

“Now, David, are you going to get up to take a shower, or are you going to force me to spank you in front of my two girls here?” Mrs. Reaves asked him, noting that the both of the girls were totally fixated on the erection between his legs that pointed lewdly up towards the ceiling. Tabby released his arm as David quickly stood up and walked to the bathroom with Maya, who maintained a firm grip on his arm. He was acutely aware that the other three females were following behind him and had a perfect view of his rear end as he quickly walked to the bathroom.

His bathroom was small with a toilet, a sink and a glass shower stall with the door. Mrs. Reaves and her two girls came in to the bathroom with him and watched him get towels and a washcloth from underneath the sink. He saw Tabby and Maya whispering to one another as he adjusted the water to a comfortable level before stepping into the shower. He noticed that neither girl took their eyes off of him as they inspected his naked body. Mrs. Reaves, meanwhile, pretended to not be watching him as she re-folded the towels and set them on the lid of the toilet, next to the shower.

David took a wash cloth and opened the glass door of the shower and turned on the water. They watched him as he stood outside the shower and adjusted the temperature of the water until it was warm enough before quickly stepping into the shower and closing the door. He was relieved to get into the shower. While the glass door was clear and they could still see him, he hoped that the steam from the shower and the water droplets on the door would partially obscure their view of him. But even if it didn’t, he loved a hot shower and could almost feel the tension begin to melt away as he tried to lose himself in the warm water.

“Pay attention David. We don’t have time for you to play in the water.” Mrs. Reaves reprimanded him, bringing him out of the steam-induced reverie he had begun to sink in to. “Pour out some shampoo and start scrubbing your hair. I expect it to be squeaky clean when you come out of the shower, so hop to it young man.” Mrs. Reaves ordered him, both sounding and feeling a bit like a drill sergeant training her young ward. She studied him as he poured shampoo into the palm of his hand and then began massaging it into his hair and scalp. Under her supervision, and the watchful eyes of her two girls, David scrubbed his hair and rinsed it twice, until she was satisfied that his hair was clean.

“Now turn off the water before you start using the soap, young man. Let’s not be wasteful.” She instructed him. She watched as he turned off the water and grabbed his wet washcloth and the bar of soap from the soap dish and began to scrub his chest. “Tut-tut young man, that’s not how you wash yourself. Start at the top, with your head and work your way down to your toes. You can skip all of your naughty parts, they should always come last.” She instructed him, hearing Tabby giggle when she mentioned his “naughty” parts. Mrs. Reaves sighed, young girls…

David scrubbed his face and neck, being sure to not get any soap in his eyes. He noticed that while Mrs. Reaves was watching him wash, the two girls were studying his crotch. Embarrassed, he turned away from them to face the wall of the shower stall.

“What do you think you’re doing, young man?” Mrs. Reaves immediately reprimanded him. “You turn back around this instant or I will have to spank you as soon as you get out of that shower. You know I have to observe all of your hygiene!” She ordered him, stepping closer to the shower, as if she were prepared to come in after him. She had no intention of doing so, but from the look of fear on David’s soapy face as he turned around to face her, she could tell that the boy did not realize that she was bluffing.

“That’s better; now start scrubbing the rest your body. I expect you to spend at least ten seconds on every part of your body, and at least a minute on your naughty parts.” She said, stepping back to stand next to her girls again. When Tabby giggled again, she rested her hand on the girl’s shoulder. It was a silent communication that she knew Tabby would understand. It said “You’re a good girl, but you still have to behave; so hush…” Tabby immediately understood and stopped giggling. She just watched as David scrubbed his chest, shoulders, arms, belly and legs.

Maya watched too. She was waiting for the washing of his “naughty parts” to begin. She watched as David lifted each leg to wash it, causing his penis and scrotum to dangle conspicuously between his legs. She heard Tabby start to giggle again at this, before a firm squeeze from her mother quieted the younger girl again. She was enjoying the show tremendously, and grateful that her mother was willing to take her along with her on this job. She had accompanied her before, but all of those jobs were looking after elderly patients, all female. She had seen pictures of naked men before, but this was the first time she had been around one in person. She knew that it must be embarrassing for him to be scrutinized by a girl his own age. She tried to sort out her feelings about his embarrassment. She sympathized with his situation, but could not deny her own reaction to the extremely erotic nature of the situation.

After working his way down his body, scrupulously avoiding his genitals and the cleft of his buttocks, David now lingered on his feet, washing each one meticulously. It was the last deception that he could think of to try to avoid what he knew must come next. Even as he did it, he knew it would not work, but it was all that he could do…

“You have done an excellent job of cleaning your feet and toes, David. I can see that we won’t need to inspect those when you are done.” Mrs. Reaves complimented him, with only a trace of sarcasm. “I think that’s enough. You can start washing your penis now.” Mrs. Reaves instructed him casually, as if it was perfectly normal for her to ask him to wash his sex organ in front of his mother herself and the two girls.

David reluctantly stopped washing his foot and stood on both feet and covered his groin with the wash cloth as he began to massage it around his penis and testicles. It was how he always washed there. The only good thing about it was that at least he was covered up. The women knew what he was washing, but could not actually see anything.

Mrs. Reaves scowled. “No, David, you did not listen to me, did you?” She reprimanded him again. “I told you to just wash your penis. I don’t want you spreading germs all around your crotch. Hold your penis with your free hand, up away from your body…” She instructed him. She watched as he unclenched the wash cloth from his groin and cupped his penis with his free hand and held it away from his body, as if offering it up for inspection. She was amused at the position and tempted to let him stand like that, but quickly disregarded the idea as a bit too unprofessional. “No, David. Hold the head of your penis between your two fingers and then use your other hand to scrub the rest of it. You can wash the head last.” She instructed him.

Thoroughly humiliated, David held his penis out from his body with one hand while the other hand scrubbed up and down the length of his organ. The motion of the hand with the washcloth was, he knew, identical to the movements of masturbation. During the course of the shower, all traces of his erection had vanished. However, as he washed and stimulated himself, he could feel his penis began to swell again. Only his embarrassment and discomfort at the situation prevented the stimulation from producing a fully fledged erection.

“You see girls,” Mrs. Reaves commented to her daughters, “this is why little boys have so many infections - they don’t know how to wash themselves properly.” She shook her head as she watched David tenuously wash his cock. “When a boy reaches puberty, his sex organs grow big and he needs to be shown the correct way to wash himself or he will forever be passing infections around.”

Mrs. Reaves shocked David by suddenly opening the shower door and grabbing the wrist of the hand with the washcloth and pulling it away from his penis. “That’s enough David. Now let go of your dick and give me the washcloth.” David was so shocked by her request, he just stared at her. She grunted in frustration and, letting go of his wrist, reached around behind him and slapped his wet buttock so hard that the sound echoed in the small bathroom. The flash of pain startled the boy allowing her to take the washcloth away from him as she swatted his hands away from his groin.

“You had better start learning to obey me, boy, or you will get a lot worst that that! Now put your hands on your head and spread your legs. And I mean right now!” She threatened him, her voice dropping down to a low growl. He immediately complied, clasping his scalp tightly with both hands and spreading his legs as far apart as the narrow confines of the shower would allow. His nakedness made him feel very vulnerable and whatever embarrassment he felt was suddenly overwhelmed by his fear of this woman who had struck him while he was bathing. He immediately dropped his head so that he would not have to look her in the face. He stared down at his penis and testicles which hung exposed in the cool air, far away from the shelter of his legs.

Still holding the washcloth, Mrs. Reaves pushed the shower door open as far as it would go and stood to the side so that she was not blocking the girl’s view of her newly submissive ward in the shower. She turned her attention to her girls, who were openly admiring their view of their mother’s newest victim. “Girls! Don’t stare, it’s not polite!” She quickly admonished them, though she knew they would continue to stare, and secretly didn’t blame them. After all, who would not stare at a nude member of the opposite sex in such a position? She knew that while it was ok to enjoy the boy’s body, it was not ok to be obvious about it. Proper decorum must be maintained, she considered. The boy’s mother would wonder, and rightly so, if she or her girls were obviously prurient. His mother came over and stood beside her.

“Oh my goodness, I have NEVER been able to get David to behave so quickly, Mrs. Reaves. You really are a marvel…” she whispered to Mrs. Reaves, who smiled warmly and stepped back to look at the grateful mother.

“Yes, you just have to be firm and direct with boys when it comes to setting expectations and punishments. Boys are very simple creatures, once they are properly understood.” Mrs. Reaves told her, not bothering to whisper. It was important to her that David knew that his mother was on her side. The knowledge gave her even more power over him.

“Well, I really do appreciate it. I just wanted to be sure that you knew. I mean, I know disciplining him is not your responsibility, after all…”

“Tut-tut, Mrs. Meyers, David is my responsibility and making sure that his care is properly managed through this crisis is my job.” She assured the mother. “If that means I need to apply some corporal discipline to the boy, then that is what I will do. I am just thankful to hear that I have your full support in this.” Mrs. Reaves said to his mother, quickly glancing at David to make sure that he was listening.

“Oh yes, absolutely, you have my full support.” His mother gushed, “Perhaps I have been negligent in not spanking him myself.” She said to Mrs. Reaves while gazing thoughtfully at her son.

Mrs. Reaves shook her head and waved her hands as if to brush off even the thought of what his mother was suggesting. “No, no, you are his mother and I am sure you have done a fine job with our young man. It’s just that these are extraordinary circumstances that require extraordinary measures. You shouldn’t judge yourself harshly.” She assured the mother, patting her warmly on the back and pausing to let her words sink in. She paused for a moment, suddenly staring at his testicles in thought.

“Speaking of our young man… It was my intention at this point to demonstrate the proper washing of his penis and gonads, but I think that that would be passing up an excellent opportunity.” She said slowly, turning her attention back to her girls. “Tabby and Maya, since you have been observing David’s anatomy so closely, have you noticed any changes in his anatomy since he got into the shower?” she quizzed them, as if he were a subject of study in one of their classes.

Tabby giggled and answered her, “His thing has gone all soft again?” Her answer drawing giggles from her sister and Mrs. Reaves noticed that even his mother was smiling at this.

“Hmmph… Yes, Tabby it has. But have you noticed any other changes in that general area of his anatomy?” She asked again, not failing to notice David’s blush as the girls stood closer to the shower to get a better view.

“His ball sack is longer?” Maya asked tentatively.

“Right, Maya. Good girl. His testicles are hanging lower. Do you know why?” She asked the girls who stared blankly at her. She would have been surprised if they had known the answer, but they had surprised her before. After a judicious pause, she answered her own question. “It’s the heat of the shower. Boys make sperm inside their testicles. But the testicles work best when they are slightly cooler than the boy’s body. When they get too hot, they move away from his body to try to cool off.“ She instructed them.

“Now Mrs. Meyers, you wanted assistance with examining David’s testicles, right?” She asked his mother, who quickly nodded an answer, a look of dread creeping into her visage. “Ok, well I think that this might be the perfect opportunity to go ahead and do the testicular exam. I will do it first and then you can try it. Would that be ok?” Mrs. Reaves asked the mother.

“Yes, yes that would be fine. I didn’t realize that you could examine them while he was still wet?” David’s mother asked.

“Oh my, yes, a wet hot shower makes the testicles all loose and easy to palpate. It’s the best time to check for any unusual swelling or nodules. It is also the easiest time to instruct someone on how it should be done because the patient is naked and you don’t have to deal with any embarrassing removing of clothing.” Mrs. Reaves explained.

Without asking permission, Mrs. Reaves reached underneath David’s dripping penis with one hand quickly grabbed his sac, intimately filling her grip with the warm, wet source of his manhood. “It will be easier to see if you stand closer.” She said to the mother and her girls. “Tabby since you are short, why don’t you come over and stand next to me? Then Maya and Mrs. Meyers can stand next to you?” she asked, as everyone crowed in as close as possible to the open shower to watch Mrs. Reaves manipulate David’s scrotum.

David could do nothing but watch as this total stranger offered his testicles up to her two daughters and his mother. She held him in her hand and began to rub her thumb and forefinger over the surface of each testicle. “You want to carefully feel each testicle for any lumps… Notice how I gently squeeze the testicle. It should be firm, but rubbery. If it feels too hard, then something may be wrong with it.” She explained, briefly looking at David who was watching her busy hand.

“Mrs. Meyers do you mind if Maya and Tabby examine David? It is a wonderful educational opportunity for them? But I would certainly understand if you said “No”? Mrs. Reaves quietly asked his mother.

While she had her doubts about whether a girl of David’s age or younger should be examining him, Mrs. Meyers dreaded doing it herself and allowing them delayed the inevitable. The thought also occurred to her that touching her son’s genitals would somehow seem less inappropriate if it was done as part of a group… “That’s fine. As long as you supervise, I would not want to prevent them from having an educational opportunity.” She answered, somewhat lamely even in her own opinion. When exactly had she lost control of this situation?

“Thank you, Mrs. Meyers. I know this is an unusual request, but I really do appreciate it.” Mrs. Reaves said to David’s Mother. She held the boy’s scrotum closely now, no longer attempting to palpate his gonads. Her main concern was preventing it from cooling off before everyone had an opportunity to examine the boy. She noticed that David’s blush now extended well down to the center of his chest and he had closed his eyes. She was not sure whether his eyes were closed in embarrassment or at the Sensation of a stranger holding the most intimate portion of his anatomy. It didn’t really matter. Whether his eyes were open or closed, she knew he would know every embarrassing detail of what was about to happen.

“Ok Tabby, since you are in front, why don’t you go first?” She asked the young girl as she released David's scrotum from her grip.

Somewhat to her own surprise, Tabby found that she was embarrassed to hold the balls of this older boy. She had gossiped about her sexual adventures to friends at school, but all of those stories were fiction. Suddenly, being in the position to actually touch and feel this boy “down there” seemed wrong. Still, she could not deny that she was excited by it. Seeing naked boys was the only part of her mother’s job that sounded like fun to her, the rest of it sounded like an exercise in pure misery.

Still, she was not about to let this opportunity pass her by. If she did, she knew she would always regret it. It was, after all, the kind of thing that she had always fantasized about, having an older boy or a man in a position where he was vulnerable and at her mercy (preferably naked of course…). His penis was no longer hard, neither was it shriveled. It hung down in front his testicles limply, as if resting. She had seen how it could grow and become hard and stand out from his body like a weapon, and the sight of it fascinated her. Even though she was still a virgin, standing close to him now she imagined that she could feel the power emanating from it. It was a mighty tool capable of giving pleasure and even creating a baby within her. She admired the red mushroom shaped head that swelled out at the tip.

Her embarrassment evaporated as she felt the heat of desire building within her as she watched his hose hanging loosely over the gems of his gonads. Without even thinking about it, almost unaware that she was even doing it, she reached out grabbed his penis in her hand. It felt warm, wet and spongy as it filled her grip. Her hand covered barely a third of his organ where she grasped it at its base. Her mind filled with the feel of his sexuality surging in her hand and in her mind she was alone with him. Hungry for control of his entire massive tool, she immediately reached out and held the end of his penis in her other hand. Her mind and body seemed to hum with the thrill of holding him as she deliciously squeezed the soft and spongy head of his organ, relishing her power over him.

“Ok Tabby,” Mrs. Reaves instructed her, “now you need to pull his penis up away from his scrotum with one hand and gently hold his testicles with your other hand. Hold them as if they were a small animal that you don’t want to hurt, firmly but not tightly.” She said, amused by the girls obvious fascination with the boy’s penis, but unwilling to allow it to go on too long in front of the boy’s mother. From what she had seen of Mrs. Reaves, Tabby would have plenty of opportunities to play with David’s equipment when his mother was not present. It did not serve anyone’s best interest to spoil their opportunity by being impatient.

“Or even better, why don’t you let Maya hold it for you? I need your complete attention on what you are doing and I don’t want you to accidentally hurt David if he gets an erection and distracts you.” Mrs. Reaves said, to Maya’s delight. Maya was envious of Tabby getting to go first and had witnessed how much she was enjoying holding David’s big prick and wanted to feel it herself. David was Maya’s age and too old for Tabby anyway. It didn’t seem right that Tabby should get to play with him first. Maya was secretly hoping that the boy would get an erection, and when it happened, she wanted it to happen in her hand, not Tabby’s.

Tabby reluctantly let go of the wet penis and took David’s hairy, wet scrotum in her hand. At first, she was unhappy because she loved the feel of his penis in her hands and didn’t really want to hold his scrotum that much. She was pleasantly surprised by the sensation of his scrotum as it filled her hand like a small, soft furry animal. His testicles were bigger than she realized and firm, while still being soft. She looked into his face as she held them. His head was bowed down and his eyes were clamped tightly shut in shame. She felt sorry for him and yet also could not help but wonder if he was not secretly enjoying having his genitals fondled by so many women. She gently gyrated his testicles around in his scrotal sac, pretending to examine them. In truth, she hoped that he would react in some way to her touch or at least open his eyes. He ignored her. If he was enjoying her manipulations, he was not willing to share that knowledge with her.

Maya moved closer to Tabby so that she would have easy access to David’s penis. She studied it for a moment and wondered if it was not growing slightly as Tabby played with his testicles. She reached underneath his penis with her hand and lifted it up on her palm, not closing her fingers around it. She held it up at angle so that she could see what Tabby was doing. She liked the feel of it as it rested heavily on her palm. She deliberately resisted the urge to close her fist around him. She wanted him to know that she was teasing him and not allowing him the feel of her hand fully engaging his manhood. She slowly moved her hand back and forth underneath him, hoping that no one noticed. If her mother or David’s mother noticed, they did not say anything.

“Ok Tabby, now use your thumb and forefinger and feel all around each testicle. Take your time, there is no hurry. Be sure not to miss a spot, though, remember that I may be expecting you to do this on your own and I expect you to do a good job.” Mrs. Reaves commented as she watched Tabby manipulate the boy in her hand.

“Pardon me,“ Mrs. Meyers said, who had been watching everything with an uncomfortable mixture of concern and excitement, interrupting Mrs. Reaves, “but do you think that the girls are old enough to be doing this sort of thing on their own? I mean without supervision?”

“Oh certainly,” Mrs. Reaves replied with a voice full of confidence, “in fact the girls can probably do a better job with the testicular exams than we could, you know. They have smaller fingers and are less likely to miss a spot. Besides, the testicular exam is really a very simple exam to perform, which is why doctors allow most men to perform it on themselves. The doctor’s concern with David performing it on himself is that he may fail to report what he finds accurately out of fear of the consequences. Teenagers are terrible liars you know?”

“Then do I still need to learn how?” David’s mother asked, sensing an escape?

“Oh yes of course!” Mrs. Reaves asserted. “I am sure that for months after the infection has left David will need to be followed up on and you are really the only person in a position to do that. My daughters and I are just here to help you and David become acclimated to the process.” Mrs. Reaves said, deliberately looking at David’s tightly closed eyes as she spoke. “And of course there is always the embarrassment factor, a major concern with treating teenagers is that they become embarrassed so easily by anyone seeing their genitals or touching them… We want to be sure that David gets used to being naked and having strangers touch him in his intimate places. That will make it easier for you to manage him and ensure that he is not too embarrassed to tell you if something is wrong.” Mrs. Reaves explained.

Mrs. Meyers visibly relaxed. “Oh I’m so glad you explained that to me. I was concerned that maybe David was becoming overexposed with so many people involved.”

“Nonsense, I’m sure it feels that way to David right now, but after a while he will get used to it and not hesitate to allow you to inspect his testicles or even his anus. It’s just a new experience for him and he needs some time to adjust.” Mrs. Reaves explained nonchalantly, noticing that David’s eyes popped open at the mention of his anus being examined. She could barely conceal a smile as she could see that he was beginning to realize that no modesty was going to be permitted to him.

Tabby was only paying half attention to the conversation until David’s eyes suddenly opened wide at the mention of examining his anus. She looked into his eyes, and after the initial shock of what Mrs. Reaves had said sunk in, he looked back at her, his eyes full of embarrassment and humiliation with the knowledge that she was freely feeling him up in front of his own mother. Her fingers were wrapped around his ball sac with her finger tips out of the site of everyone in the room. She suddenly gave him a huge grin and reached back with her forefinger behind his scrotum and pushed her finger into his crack coming close to his anus. Smiling mischievously while staring into his eyes, she made a fucking motion with her finger into his crack and watched in satisfaction as his eyes grew wide with the implication.

Maya watched his eyes pop open and then grow wide as he stared back at Tabby. She did not know what had happened, but seeing the expression on Tabby’s face, she thought she could guess. Knowing how Tabby liked to play games with people, she rolled her eyes and returned her attention to David’s penis.

Finally giving into temptation, she wrapped her hand around the end of his organ and felt it throbbing in her hand. She heard her mother giving more instructions to Tabby on finishing up her testicular exam and knew that she would only have a minute or two longer and she would have to let him go and take her turn with his testicles. She teased the opening at his tip and slowly slid her hand back and forth along his length, enjoying the answering throbs from deep within his organ. Just as Tabby was finishing up her exam, she felt his penis grow hard in her grip and heard him give a low moan as she teased the opening at the tip with her thumb. Everyone was watching Tabby’s exam and either did not notice her masturbating him or chose to ignore it.

“Mom,” Maya interrupted her mother, “I think he is getting excited again. Look at his dick, it’s all hard…” Maya said, betraying his erection to her mother, while simultaneously placing the blame on the boy.

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Reaves said. “I’m afraid that will make it more difficult for the testicular exam if he is getting excited as that means that his testicles will pull up tight to his body to prepare for orgasm. That is distressing…” Her mother commented and paused silently to reflect on the problem. “I’m afraid there is only one solution. He will need to be masturbated to relieve his, er , erection and then washed and examined.” Mrs. Reaves. She looked David in the face, seeing his horror and humiliation and it both excited her and made her feel a little guilty. She turned and faced David’s mother.

“Washing him is probably going to excite him even more,” she explained to his mother, “so I will wash him first and then he will need to be masturbated to relieve his erection. Of course, after he ejaculates his penis will need to be washed again, but that will not take long…” She said, pausing to see how his mother would react to the plan. Her reaction was a confused silence, so Mrs. Reaves asked the question that seemed to hang in the air.

“I don’t want him to masturbate himself as that would risk contamination, but it needs to be done. When we are gone, being at his sexual prime, he will still need to be masturbated daily, Mrs. Meyers. That task will fall to you. Do you want to start now? Or should I?” She asked his mother, knowing that this would be the first of many times during her visits that the boy would need to be given relief and she would have plenty of opportunities to force him to ejaculate. She lost nothing by sacrificing this opportunity, and would gain his mother’s trust in the future. “It would also be a great opportunity for you and David to get over your mutual discomfort with having you touch him in that way…” She elaborated, advancing her argument.

His mother’s first thought was to emphatically refuse. Masturbate her own son? That was crazy! She could not do that. Yet, it was under doctor’s orders and David’s health demanded it. Besides, as Mrs. Reaves pointed out, eventually she would have to do it anyway. Why not get the first time over with and be done with it? She knew it would humiliate David, but she did not see a way around it. Mrs. Reaves did have a point: the sooner she started doing it, the sooner David would get used to it and it would not have to be a source of tension between them. Besides, she rationalized, it would only be until the scare of contamination had passed and then they both could simply forget about it. She sighed and resolved to do what had to be done. “Oh, all right. I will do it.” She said.

Mrs. Reaves smiled warmly. “I’m glad. I really think that you should do it, especially this first time since you will be responsible for him after we are gone. And you should not feel bad about it, as you are not doing anything wrong. It is simply following doctor’s orders. It is no different than giving him an antibiotic or an aspirin.” Mrs. Reaves said, trying to relieve the obvious distress the boy’s mother was in over the situation fate had put her in.

Mrs. Reaves turned and spoke to David who had watched the entire conversation in a state of surreal disbelief that this could be happening to him. “Now David, I am sure you must be getting cold standing there with no water, so let’s first give you an opportunity to warm up a bit again, shall we? Close the shower door and turn on the hot water.” She instructed the mortified teenager. David followed her instructions and stood beneath the hot water until the room began to steam up again and Mrs. Reaves told him to stop. She opened the door and made him resume his former position with his hands on his head and his feet spread apart as far as the shower would permit.

“That’s a good boy, David. I’m glad you are following instructions now. Hopefully, you won’t force me to bend you over and spank you in front of my two girls and your mother. Now, all you have to do is stand still while I wash your penis and scrotum so that you won’t spread any nasty germs to your mother.” Mrs. Reaves said, knowing it was an obvious lie even as she said it. If there had been any genuine danger of spreading the infection, she would never have allowed her girls to touch him.

“Yes ma’am.” David humbly replied as he watched her take the wash cloth and began scrubbing vigorously in his pubic hair and between his legs.

“I think tomorrow, before David showers, we need to shave his pubic hair. It is much more sanitary to be smooth down there and it will make bathing him so much easier.” She commented as she deliberately made an elaborate show of washing his pubic hair and the hair on his legs. “I make my girls shave between their legs and I’m sure they will agree that it is much more sanitary.” She explained, noticing that David glanced between each girl’s legs, even though they were fully clothed. Hmmph, she thought to herself, shy or not, David was still a boy…

She poked the forefinger of one hand into the washcloth and held David’s penis in the other hand and began to gently scrub all around his organ. She allowed his penis to slide around in the palm of the hand holding it, rubbing against the underside. Finally, when she had covered every inch of the nearly erect organ with her finger, she wrapped his erection in the washcloth and rubbed it up and down the length of his organ as if masturbating him. David closed his eyes and lifted his face up to the ceiling.

Mrs. Reaves looked at her girls. “You see how excited he is getting by my doing this?” she asked as her covered hand pumped his erection. “That’s why you can’t wash his penis like this, even though it is the simplest way. If you keep this up for more than a minute or so when he is erect, you risk him ejaculating messily into the wash cloth, and then you won’t be able to wash the rest of him.” Saying this, she quickly released his cock and took his scrotum in her washcloth covered hand and began to gently massage his scrotum.

Again, she turned to lecture her girls on proper male hygiene. “You need to be firm but gentle when it comes to washing his scrotum. You should always wash his penis first, because his scrotum is close to his anus and you don’t want to risk getting fecal matter on his penis. Germs could get into his urethra and cause an infection.” She explained. David turned his face away from them, unable to bear their gaze at the mention of his “fecal matter”. The two girls and the boy’s mother watched his soapy, bobbing penis as it stayed erect while Mrs. Reaves vigorously scrubbed his scrotum. Though none of them would admit it, they were all becoming aroused by both the size and vigor of the well-endowed erection that waved immodestly at them.

Mrs. Reaves finally completed washing his scrotum and penis and paused to admire her work. “So you see, Mrs. Meyers,” she explained to the boy’s mother, “that is why it is important to supervise David’s hygiene, a thorough genital cleaning will nearly always produce an erection from a male in his sexual prime like David. Boys become all excited and then forget to devote the time to clean their penises properly, however, and that is why they need to be closely supervised.” She explained to David’s mother, who stared with wonder at Mrs. Reaves handiwork.”

“I had no idea that all of that was required…” Mrs. Meyers said.

“Oh yes, I know. Most mothers don’t realize that their son’s hygiene is being sorely neglected. And we aren’t even done yet. The most important part of any shower is washing the anus, as that is the primary source of most infections.” Mrs. Reaves explained, staring into David’s eyes to enjoy the shock she had known would be there at mention of what was going to happen next.

“Don’t look so shocked, David Meyers.” Mrs. Reaves said, unable to resist the temptation to add to the boy’s humiliation. “You can’t be very modest if you run around naked parading your erection in front of so many women. Now I need you turn around spread your legs and bend over and put your hands on the floor and pretend you’re a dog so that I can get proper access to your poophole. And no complaints as you will be in the perfect position to give a hard spanking to…” She chastised the humiliated boy, ignoring the sounds of her girls giggling at her use of the word “poophole”. Girls, she thought…

David grimaced, but said nothing and turned around and bent over to rest his hands on the floor. He felt humiliated as he watched the girls ogle his butt through his widespread legs that he slowly slid apart, revealing his butt crack to their lascivious stares.

“Notice how putting him into this position gives you both a clear view of the back of his scrotum and anus as well as perfectly positioning him for any therapeutic treatment that you may want to apply.” Mrs. Reaves instructed her audience. “Whenever he has completed showering, you will need to thoroughly inspect him everywhere, but it is most critical that you inspect his genitals and anus, since that will be the primary source of infection.” She continued, resting her hand on one buttock and pulling it as far from its partner as it would go.

“Do I need to inspect him every time that he showers?” his mother asked, not looking away from the unusual view that she was enjoying.

Mrs. Reaves nodded. “Yes, he will need to be carefully examined every time he showers, at least until the most serious spread of infection has passed. If I were you, I would do it as part of the testicular exam that you will need to do anyway.” She paused thoughtfully for a second; amused that David’s mother had not taken her eyes off of her son’s exposed crack. Son or not, Mrs. Meyers still could not resist examining her son’s butt any more than Maya or Tabby could. This gave Mrs. Reaves an idea. She knew it was kind of mean, but she couldn’t resist.

“For that matter, it would not be a bad idea to continue inspecting him even after the most serious threat has passed. It will allow you to catch anything wrong with him before it gets too serious, as well as provide the reassurance that your son is maintaining proper hygiene; which is especially important in David’s case since he seems to do such a poor job on his own.” She added.

She carefully arranged the washcloth, which had by now cooled down, in her hand so that it completely covered her palm. “Now, since David has not washed himself here yet, we will do it for him. This will be good practice, considering what we know of David’s poor hygiene.” She said, and began to slowly scrub his buttocks with the washcloth, making slow, lazy circles from his hip to leg, being careful to avoid the crack itself and his anal area. All of the other females in the room watched her carefully. David closed his eyes to avoid their stares, overwhelmed with humiliation at the situation and wishing it would be over soon.

“Notice that it is very important to wash the outer surfaces first, and move in towards washing the anus itself last in order to avoid spreading germs needlessly.” She instructed, taking a leisurely pace towards the procedure. “I think it is important that David become accustomed to having each of us touch him and wash him in this area, since I am sure this must be terribly embarrassing for him.” She said, seeing his tightly closed eyes between his legs. “So I think that each one of you should take turns washing him, so that he will get used to your touch. It will be rougher on poor David this first time, but it should make things easier down the road,” She instructed them, knowing full well that it was not true, and the real purpose of extending the exercise was to extend her enjoyment (and David’s consequent humiliation) of the procedure.

Both girls and his mother then took turns washing David’s buttocks, making the same wide, slow circles that Mrs. Reaves had made on each buttock, while carefully avoiding his crack. His mother went first and was reminded of cleaning David up as a baby after he had a bowel movement. To his great embarrassment, she told the story about an episode he had had as a toddler with diarrhea that had leaked out of his diaper and on to the carpet of the apartment where they lived at the time. Her description of his father’s reaction to the mess was quite humorous and David just wanted to go hide in a corner as all of the females laughed at him while watching his butt and trying to imagine what he had looked like toddling around in a poopy diaper.

Maya took the washcloth next, happy to get to wash the boy again, she decided to take the opportunity to humiliate him and find out exactly what limitations, if any, she would have in taking care of him. “Mother, will I have to wash his rear end by myself?” she asked innocently, trying to pretend to be nonchalant, but secretly eager for an opportunity to manipulate the naked boy into submission when no one else was around.

“I don’t know, Maya. That all depends on how good of a job David does washing himself while you are supervising him.” Mrs. Reaves asked. Maya secretly jumped for joy when she learned that she would get to supervise the boy’s bathing. “Why?” her mother asked, following up on her answer, “do you dislike bathing David?” Mrs. Reaves asked.

“Oh no, it’s not that. I just didn’t know if this would be the last time I would be doing it or not.” She asked, trying to conceal her enthusiasm.

“Well, knowing how poor David’s hygiene is, I doubt it will be the last time.” Mrs. Reaves replied with a touch of sarcasm.

“What should I do if he causes trouble for me? If he won’t mind me, can I spank him?” Maya asked, getting to what she really wanted to know. Given his naked and vulnerable position, she found it almost impossible to not think about spanking him. Truthfully, she wanted to spank him right there and then, not because he deserved it, but just because he looked like he would be so much fun to spank.

Mrs. Reaves just stared at Maya for a second. If the boys’ mother was not there, she would have laughed. She had no idea that she and Maya were so much alike. If she had had her way, she would have allowed her daughter to spank the boy where he was, purely for the enjoyment of seeing him hop around afterwards. But that side of herself she never revealed to anyone. “Oh, I don’t know about that Maya. While I know that you would never spank David unless he really deserved it, I don’t know how his mother feels about that.” She cautioned her daughter and turned and looked expectantly at Mrs. Meyers.

For a moment, Mrs. Meyers wasn’t sure what to say. She looked from Mrs. Reaves to Maya and back again, as if the answer was written on their faces, but all that she saw there were blank looks. She looked down at David, who was obviously horrified at the very idea of a girl his age being able to spank him, especially spank his bare bottom. Of course, she didn’t really expect David to go for the idea. She was less than thrilled with the idea of Maya spanking David herself. On the other hand, she had been repeatedly impressed with the results of Mrs. Reaves disciplinary methods with her son and did not want to do anything to hinder her. Unable to make up her mind and unwilling to be seen as an obstruction to David’s treatment, she finally decided to pass the buck.

“I hope that David will not give you any reason to spank him.” David’s mother said to Mrs. Reaves. “Unfortunately, he has been acting up quite a bit lately, and I have really been impressed with how well you have handled him. I have not spanked David in years because I thought that he was too old. But after seeing how you have managed his behavior, I think maybe I have been too lenient with him.” She said, worriedly. “So rather than ruin your good work with him, I am going to put my full trust in you in regards to disciplinary decisions. If you think Maya’s judgment is sound enough for her to be able to make decisions about disciplining him, then she has my permission to discipline him as she sees fit.”

Mrs. Reaves was stunned. She had fully expected David’s mother to be shocked at the mere suggestion that her daughter would be able to use corporal punishment on the boy. However, she knew that she could make good use of the mother’s questionable judgment and decided to be gracious. “Why thank you, Mrs. Meyers. That is one of the nicest compliments anyone has ever paid to me. I will be sure that I, that we, are worthy of your trust.” She said, smiling to Mrs. Meyers and then turning to Maya. “Maya, you have permission to spank David, but only when he really deserves it. She is entrusting you with a great responsibility, dear, be sure you don’t disappoint her,” she gently cautioned her daughter.

“Oh no, mother, don’t worry about that. I only want what’s best for poor David here,” Maya said patting David on the buttock with her free hand, “and I would never do anything that was not in his best interest.” Maya assured her mother, and beamed warmly at Mrs. Meyers.

This was all just too much for David, who had overheard the entire conversation with mounting disbelief. “But, mom, she’s no older than I am! You can’t let her spank me! It’s not fair…” David protested, almost forgetting his humiliation.

“David, that’s enough!” His mother chastised him. “The only reason that Maya and her mother and sister are here is out of concern for your welfare. And if that isn’t a good enough reason for you, then you deserved to be spanked!” David’s mother scolded her son and then turned to Mrs. Reaves saying, “I am so upset with him I need to step out for a few minutes. Do you think that you can manage here without me?” She asked Mrs. Reaves, the emotional strain coming out in the tone of the poor distraught woman’s voice.

“That’s ok Mrs. Meyers,” Mrs. Reaves assured her, “I need a break myself for a while, why don’t us ladies go take a little walk and talk. I’m sure Maya and Tabby can manage for a while on their own. Why don’t you go to the front door and I will meet you there in a few minutes and we can have a little chat?” She said as she gently pushed David’s mother out of the bathroom and into the hallway. They chatted briefly and quietly in the hallway and then Mrs. Reaves stepped back into the bathroom after Mrs. Meyers had left.

“Girls, David’s mother and I are going to take a little break to help her calm down. Maya, can you and Tabby manage David for a bit until I get back? Just go ahead with his cleaning as I would with your cleaning if we were at home. You know what to do, right?” Mrs. Reaves asked her daughter.

With her most angelic expression, Maya smiled warmly at her mother. “Sure mom, I know what to do. Don’t worry we can handle David just fine.” She said and patted the boy on his upturned buttocks.

“Good dear, I’m sure you will do fine.” Mrs. Reaves said to her daughter and then addressed herself to David. “David Meyers, I had better not hear that you disobeyed or caused any sort of trouble for Maya and Tabby while I am gone or you will have ME to deal with when I return. Do I make myself clear, young man? Or do you need an advance spanking as a down payment on what you will get when I return?” Mrs. Reaves threatened the intimidated boy.

“N-No, N-no ma’am, I promise I will be good.” David said, his voice trembling with fear.

“Good boy. I will be back in fifteen or twenty minutes or so. If I find that you moved or did anything to cause trouble for my girls, I will take it out of the pale flesh of your behind, personally.” She snapped at the boy and paused for effect and then left the room.

As soon as Mrs. Reaves left the room, Maya and Tabby looked at each other and smiled, both of them realizing that they finally had David to themselves for a while. Maya spoke first, eager to seize the opportunity, “Tabby, don’t you think that David has a nice body?” Maya asked, as she continued to wash his butt with long slow strokes.

Tabby moved to stand next to Maya and rubbed David’s thigh and leg, reaching in between his legs and allowing the back of her hand to brush against his scrotum as she massaged all around his legs. “Yeah, he’s pretty for a boy, but I think I mostly just like playing with his dick!” She said, laughing and suddenly grabbing and squeezing his manhood hanging between his legs. Both girls found this suddenly terribly funny and laughed.

This startled David, “Hey! Don’t do that!” He cried out in protest, forgetting his vulnerable position.

Maya slapped his soapy buttock with all of her strength. “You don’t speak except when you are spoken to boy! Or would you like us to tell our mother that you are acting up again?” Maya challenged him, noticing that Tabby still held the boy by his penis.

“You better not! I will tell my mom that –“David started to threaten her.

“Oh shut up! You are already in trouble with your mother, so who do you think she is going to believe if you snitch, us or you?” Maya interrupted him, glowering at him between his legs.

David knew she was right. He was already in trouble and if they started telling lies about him, he would really be screwed. Overcome with fear and dread, he realized that he was vulnerable and at their mercy. What else could he do? “I, I’m sorry…” he whispered.

“Hmmph,” Maya looked at him in apparent exasperation for a minute and then ignored him and spoke to Tabby as if nothing had every happened. “Do you think he plays with himself a lot?” she asked the younger girl.

Tabby was mesmerized as she watched her hand gripping the boy’s penis and teasing the shy opening at the head with her thumb. This was going to be A LOT of fun she suddenly realized. “Oh yeah… I’m sure he gives his little puppy here a workout every morning. Don’t you David?” Tabby asked him.

When the boy said nothing in reply, Maya smacked his buttock again, harder than before. “Answer her when she asks you a question!” She scolded him angrily.

“Um, sometimes…” He answered tentatively.

“Liar,” Tabby commented with a note of sarcasm, “I bet every time your mother isn’t looking you’re choking your chicken like there is no tomorrow. All boys love to play with their dicks.” Tabby commented knowingly.

“Yes,” Maya agreed, “almost as much as girls love to play with boy’s dicks.” Maya added in a serious tone of voice, and then both girls started laughing again.

Maya continued to wash the boy’s ass. She allowed her slow swirls to move closer and closer to his crack until her hand was finally deep inside his crack. She heard him gasp as he felt the washcloth brush against his puckered orifice the first time. She noticed that he closed his eyes with embarrassment again as her hand changed directions as she began stroking up and down along the inside of his butt crack, applying pressure every time her hand moved over his anus.

“He likes me touching his asshole, Tabby.” Maya noted, as if it were a revelation.

“Yeah, Angie at school told me her boyfriend likes it when she plays with his hole. I think boys are sensitive down there.” Tabby said, watching what Maya was doing as she absently released the boy’s penis from her grip.

“Do you play with your asshole when you’re jacking off, David?” Maya asked, moving her hand away from his crack so she could get a closer look at his clenched sphincter.

“Eww! No! Never!” David protested, not sure whether he was more humiliated by both girls leaning over and scrutinizing his anus or the general direction that their conversation was taking.

The girls ignored him. “Can I wash him there?” Tabby asked suddenly as Maya handed her the soapy wash cloth. Tabby poked her forefinger into the washcloth and began washing his hole scrupulously with her fingertip, rubbing all around and over the hole of his sphincter. Maya reached between the boy’s legs and began to fondle his scrotum. His penis was so hard and ruddy she was a little afraid he might cum, so she deliberately avoided touching him there.

“Wow!” Maya commented, “look how hard his dick is!” and smiled at Tabby. Tabby stopped for a moment and impudently smiled back at her as she took the washcloth off of her hand and began stroking his sphincter with her bare fingertips. The intimate sensation of her fingers on his sensitive anus caused the boy to begin to breathe heavy.

“Don’t tell mom” Tabby leaned over and whispered to Maya, who nodded. Tabby started making small circular movements with her index finger around his anus and then slowly stopped in the center of him and began to push. Realizing what she was attempting to do, David immediately clenched his sphincter. Wisely, Tabby kept her fingertip on his sphincter, but stopped pushing. After a few seconds, perceiving the immediate threat had passed, David relaxed his anus, and Tabby quickly slid her wet, soapy finger inside of him.

“Oooh!” The boy exclaimed, as he realized that she had penetrated him. “Nooo!” he protested, but was ignored. Rather than pull out, he felt her push her small finger deep inside until her knuckle pressed tightly against him.

Tabby let out a small squeal of delight as she felt him squeeze her finger tightly, trying to push her out. “I think he’s trying to poop my finger out!” She squealed.

“Really?” Maya asked. “You can feel him squeezing your finger? That’s so cool!” Maya exclaimed, fascinated at the site of Tabby’s finger pushed so far inside the boy. “What does it feel like having her finger up inside you David? Do you like it?” Maya asked David, who still had his eyes tightly closed so that he would not have to look into their eyes while they violated him.

“Erm, I don’t know… It feels weird. Please take it out!” He grumbled to them.

“Why, does it hurt?” Tabby asked, concerned.

“No, it just feels really weird.” David said, his mind consumed with the sensation of her finger wiggling around inside him. “It’s different than when the doctor did it… It’s just weird…” He said feeling humiliated. He didn’t want to admit it to the girls, not to mention to himself, but aside from the embarrassment of what they were doing to him, he actually was beginning to enjoy it. Tabby’s finger was much smaller than the doctor’s and the fact that she was a girl close to his own age made the act somehow erotic.

Tabby began slowly moving her finger in and out of his ass, unaware that she was imitating the motions of the doctor who had milked David earlier. “Hey look Maya! I’m finger-fucking David!” Tabby exclaimed, both girls finding the idea hilarious as Tabby picked up her pace. David moaned as his cock became even harder and was now a hard stiff rod pointing up and nearly parallel to his belly.

“What does it feel like to be inside him?” Maya asked Tabby.

“I don’t know how to describe it… Tight, warm and wet I guess… Look at his face; I think he is really beginning to enjoy it!” Tabby said as David actually began to push back on her finger in rhythm with Tabby’s thrusts.

“Yeah,” Maya said. “And look at his face. I think he’s going to cum if you keep doing that. Maybe you had better stop. Mom wanted Mrs. Meyers to jack him off, not us, remember?” Maya said, realizing that if the boy ejaculated while his mother was gone, they would not have a good explanation for it, and she and Tabby would be in trouble.

Tabby abruptly pulled her finger out of the boy and wiped it off on the washcloth. She returned to using the wash cloth to wipe carefully around his anus, removing any traces of what they had done, just as both mothers returned to the room. The only evidence of what had occurred was David’s raging erection.

Both women immediately noticed his penis as soon as they entered the room. Apparently Mrs. Reaves had succeeded in calming down David’s mother as the two women were smiling and talking when they came in the bathroom, and then abruptly fell into silent stares when they noticed David’s erection.

“What happened?” Mrs. Reaves asked. “Did he cause you any trouble?”

“No ma’am,” Maya responded perkily. “He was a very good boy. His thing got all hard when we started washing his poophole, though…” Maya explained as she noticed the women staring at the bobbing erection.

“Did you finish cleaning his ass?” Mrs. Reaves asked the girls.

“Yes, mom.” Maya answered. “Would you like to inspect him?” She asked her mother, who stood by David and bent over to take a close look at the boy’s anus, pulling apart his butt cheeks with both hands to expose more of his hole to her view.

“Good job.” Mrs. Reaves commended her daughters. She called David’s mother over to see for herself. “See what a nice job Maya and Tabby has done cleaning him. That is precisely the way he should look after a shower. The flesh around his sphincter should be pink and the rest of him should be normal flesh color.” She said, as David’s mother joined her in leaning in close to better see the boy. David groaned as now everyone was scrutinizing him in the only place on his body that he never wanted anyone to see.

“Oh my, yes, that does look clean.” His mother commented half-heartedly. She simply did not share their evident enthusiasm for a clean anus, considering what was excreted from it… She stood up and backed away slightly, wondering what thoughts were running around her son’s head behind those scrunched up eyelids.

“Ok, David, I think you can stand up now and face us now that you are clean all over.” Mrs. Reaves announced. “Why don’t you turn on the water in the shower and rinse off. Don’t bother drying yourself yet. But go ahead and rinse and warm up a little bit.” Mrs. Reaves instructed him.

David closed the shower door and turned on the hot water. There was silence in the bathroom as the women watched as he slowly turned around and rinsed all of the soap off of his body. Maya and the women watched him as he took several minutes to rinse and warm up. She noticed the steam beginning to build up on the windows until her mother finally instructed David to turn off the water and open the shower door. Maya smiled with amusement as she watched him open the shower door, standing there with his sex organ pointing straight out from his body at the four women. There was silence in the room for only a few seconds, but Maya was sure that it must have seemed like hours to poor David, as all of the women paused to look at his bobbing erection again. Finally, Mrs. Reaves broke the silence when she turned to David’s mother to ask the question Maya had been waiting for.

“Well, Judith,” Mrs. Reaves said, addressing David’s mother by her first name, “I think you will need to milk David’s semen first before you can conduct your testicular exam. Do you need help with the milking process? Or would you rather do it on your own?”

“Oh dear…” Mrs. Meyers said, as she looked into her son’s terrified eyes and then down at his ruddy manhood, uncertain of what to do next. The moment of truth had finally arrived. “I would welcome any assistance you could offer, but don’t you think that David should dry off first?” she asked.

Mrs. Reaves smiled and said, “Yes, of course, but in cases where the boy is very shy, like David here, I find it easiest to establish a routine that has a great deal of touching built into it as a path of gentle stimulation that will result in orgasm.” She explained, handing Judith Meyers a bath towel. “You will achieve the best results, in terms of relieving him of all of his semen, if you stimulate him as part of the process of his normal bath routine.”

Mrs. Meyers hesitantly took the towel and draped it over her arm. “It’s ok, David, it’s just me. Give me your hand.” She instructed her son, who gingerly accepted her hand as she used the towel and slowly began drying his arm and shoulder. She turned to Maya and asked her, “Maya, dear, would you grab the other towel and start drying him on the other side. I think this will be easier with two people?” Maya nodded, eager to help, and gently began drying David’s other arm and shoulder, before she moved to his back.

Gently his mother and Maya began rubbing him with the soft towels all over. After drying his arm, his mother dried his hair and then his face and chest. Maya worked on his back and sides. As they worked on drying him, both women incorporated light rubbing of his bare skin with their hands, stimulating his body on all sides, while deliberately avoiding any contact with any of his erotic zones.

Mrs. Reaves watched as she saw the boy begin to relax and enjoy the rubdown. They moved down his body and dried off his legs and feet, taking turns drying each foot as he shifted to balance himself on the other foot. Maya was the first to move back up and begin drying off his buttocks, sensually rubbing each side until it was dry. Finally, his mother instructed him to spread his legs a bit wider so that she could dry his genitals.

David spread his legs apart so that his mother could easily dry all of the surfaces. She gave him a warm smile as she gently entrapped his scrotum and penis in the towel with both hands. “It’s ok, David” she whispered to him. It felt nice, but it was not ok, at least in his opinion. She began to gently massage between his legs with the towel at the same time that he felt Maya pulling apart his butt cheeks to dry in between them. He saw Tabby and her mother eyeing the procedure with the greatest of amusement and blushed deeply, wondering how he would ever be able to look his mother in the eye again?

Fate gave David a brief reprieve, however, when the doorbell sounded, alarming Mrs. Meyers. “Oh my, I wonder who that could be? I’m not expecting company. Could you…?” She asked Mrs. Reaves, who nodded and took the towel.

“Ok David, now I know I am not your mother, but don’t give me any trouble or I will have to swat that pale white behind of yours.” She admonished him, more out of a desire to humiliate him than any real belief that he was capable of offering up any resistance. She took the towel in one hand and used her free hand to move his penis around in various positions, while pretending to dry his scrotum, which was no longer even damp. She deliberately moved her hand around on his penis to keep him stimulated. It was the first real opportunity she had had to handle the boy herself and she intended to enjoy it.

“David I need you to bend over again like you did in the shower so that Maya can dry your properly. Bend over and put your hands on the floor. I’m going to hold on to you so that I don’t lose my place.” She said, tightly gripping his erection as he bent over on all fours, with his butt again stuck up in the air.

“Good boy, David,” she commented and then said to Maya, “Make sure you dry him every place, especially in between his buttocks. Boys never dry themselves there and Lord only knows what will grow in a warm, damp environment, especially with a boy like David here who does not clean himself properly.” She instructed her daughter, who quickly followed her directions and began vigorously drying the boy’s anal area.

Mrs. Reaves, meanwhile, had dropped the pretense of pretending to dry the bent over boy, as she gripped his penis in one bare hand and his testicles in the other and caressed and examined every inch of his manhood. She lightly squeezed his ball sac, enjoying the feel of the rubbery testicles moving around beneath his scrotum in her hand. With her other hand, she began making milking motions with his penis, feeling it throb in her fingers.

“Mrs. Reaves, can you come here, there is someone I want you to meet.” Mrs. Meyers’ voice suddenly chimed in from the bathroom door.

Mrs. Reaves sighed in frustration, as she released her victim and turned to Mrs. Meyers. “Of course, I will be there in a second. Give me a minute to talk to Tabby and I will be out” she said to the waiting mother, who nodded at her and left.

“Tabby, I need you to take over for me here. Keep him stimulated, but don’t overdo it. I don’t want him ejaculating yet. Do you understand me?” She sternly asked her younger daughter, who was only too happy to comply.

After her mother left, Tabby took her place and began gently caressing the boy in her hands. She sighed. “So David, what is it like getting all of this attention from so many girls?”

David hoarsely whispered his reply. “It’s nice, I guess. Just really embarrassing…”

Maya had stopped using the towel, as he was now dry, and was now massaging his buttocks and playing with the opening of his anus with her fingertips. She decided to jump into the conversation, with her forefinger teasing his opening, as if she might try to penetrate him. She had no intention of doing so, but liked to see it “wink” at her. “Are you embarrassed by us, David?” She asked, feigning surprise.

“Um, yes, and your mother and my mom…” He said, trying to ignore what she was doing to his behind.

“Why are you embarrassed, just because we are getting to see you naked? You don’t need to be ashamed of your body. It’s really nice.” Maya assured him.

“Thanks… It’s still humiliating though.” He answered sadly.

Maya had an impetuous idea. She went to the bathroom door and looked out into the hallway to be sure that the mothers were not coming and then turned back to David. “Would it help if you saw our butts the way that we get to see yours?” She asked the boy, seeing the shocked expressions on both his and Tabby’s face.

“I guess so… Sure!” David said, surprised but perking up at the idea. They were both very cute girls. How could he say no?

“Ok, you can look, but no touching. Don’t forget we have permission to spank you.” Maya warned the boy. Then, without saying another word, she spun around so that her back was to David and slipped her thumbs into each side of her jeans, catching her panties, and quickly pulled jeans and panties down to the ground. She bent her knees and leaned forward so that her buttocks parted revealing all of her anatomy to his eyes as he stared at her through his parted legs.

David could feel his heart pounding as the blood rushed to his penis in Tabby’s hands in response to his view. Maya’s buttocks were almost as white as the bathroom tile and creamy smooth. They were small and well muscled, but still pale and inviting. Her mother was not kidding when she spoke about their strict bathing rituals. She was immaculately clean almost to the point of being unreal. She was clean shaven, with only a little razor stubble visible around her exposed labia. Her labia was a modest size and pink and inviting. Her pussy looked like a pink flower that bloomed between her buttocks and the tight little vagina in the center called to him to enter. Even her anus looked like a tiny pink flower that rose from the larger flower of her pussy below.

“Wow... Wow…” David said, awestruck at his first sight of a naked female behind. “You are so beautiful.” He commented, feeling Tabby clamp down on his rigid erection. Holding him tightly, but afraid to move her hand for fear of over stimulating him.

Maya giggled at his reaction and quickly pulled her pants back up, wriggling her hips as she slid the jeans over her thighs. She looked expectantly at Tabby to see if she was going to follow her example. Tabby never had a chance to reply, however, as both mothers returned to the bathroom and looked questioningly at Maya, seeing guilt in her face, as she stood in the middle of the bathroom for no apparent reason.

“Um, I was just going to come and get you…” Maya quickly fibbed. “We are done drying him and he is ready to be milked.” She explained and turned to look at the throbbing erection that was obviously ready to pop.

“I can see that.” Her mother said, wondering what her daughters had been up to in her absence.

“Oh dear,” Mrs. Meyers said, noticing her son’s position and erection. “Do you think we should have them come back later?” she asked Mrs. Reaves.

“Oh no, dear.” Mrs. Reaves responded. “I know it will all seem a tad bit awkward at first, but after all, it’s nothing they haven’t seen before. Besides, I think it will be a good introduction to this process.” Mrs. Reaves answered, noticing David’s eyes go wide as he realized what was coming.

Mrs. Meyers turned to her son and explained. “David, now don’t get upset, but we have company. Mrs. Boyle and her daughter Beth have come to observe your treatment. Beth was at the Doctor’s office to be treated for a cervical infection when she and her mother saw you. The doctor suggested a similar course of treatment for Tanya here and recommended that they observe how the process is conducted with you to ease Tanya into the process.” His mother explained, as David suddenly remembered the mother and two daughters who had walked in on him in horror.

“Mrs. Meyers? Mrs. Reaves are you in here?” David heard a voice float in to the bathroom from the hallway. A second later a dirty-blond headed woman in her forties walked into the bathroom with her daughter who looked to be a younger clone of her mother. The mother had leathery skin from too much time spent in the sun, with a face that was covered in freckles. She wore her hair up tight in a bun and was wearing a pink-striped purple warm-up outfit that made her look like she had just come from an aerobics class. David immediately remembered her as the intruder from the doctor’s office.

Beth Boyle had her mother’s hair, but she wore it straight down to her shoulders. She wore a gray t-shirt with a white skull-and-cross-bones emblem on the front. She wore white trimmed blue gym shorts that showed off her lean, muscular athletic legs. This time, David immediately remembered where he knew her from. Whenever he stayed after school he watched the girls’ volleyball team running on the track behind the school. Beth and her twin sister were always running at the front of the pack. They were the star female athletes for the school. Her sister excelled at track-and-field.

“Oh! Excuse us! We didn’t realize that you were-“Mrs. Boyle immediately apologized as she realized that this was the second time that she had walked in on David while he was exposed.

Mrs. Reaves clasped her arm and held Mrs. Boyle, who was going to leave the room, where she was. “Nonsense, don’t be embarrassed by David’s nudity. It is all part of the healing process and you and Beth are here to learn anyway, right?” Mrs. Reaves asked her. Mrs. Boyle did not respond, but simply shrugged and nodded a greeting to Mrs. Reaves two daughters. Mrs. Reaves made some quick introductions and invited them to stay and watch the conclusion of David’s morning milking.

“Are you sure it’s ok? I mean it’s not going to embarrass poor David further?” Mrs. Boyle asked.

Mrs. Reaves laughed. “Oh, I’m sure it will embarrass him terribly! But that is really the entire point, you see. Teenagers need to learn to overcome their sensitivity to body image and we accomplish this by mass exposure over a long period of time. Watching David will be a good education experience for Beth so that she will be better prepared when it is her turn.” Mrs. Reaves explained. She looked to see if Beth was embarrassed at the idea of being exposed like David, but the girl was absorbed in watching Tabby as she kept David’s penis stimulated and erect as the women talked. She had sucked her boyfriend’s penis a couple of times, but it was always dark and she had never actually seen him naked. She knew the women were saying something about her treatment, but she did not pay attention to the details…

David tried to be horrified that a girl who knew him from school was getting to see him naked, vulnerable and aroused, but it was difficult to concentrate on anything besides Tabby’s fingers that perpetually teased his cock. He desperately wished Maya could drop her pants again so he could get another look at her pussy. If she did, he was certain he could come there on the spot, even without help from Tabby’s hand. But as it was, he was in perpetual agony as his semen just continued to build up behind the base of his cock, ready to be released, but not released. Several times David attempted to fuck her hand, but every time she simply released her hold on him until he stopped moving.

Beth smiled at Tabby and admired the way her hand artfully teased the older boy. She had seen David watching her run on more than one occasion and wondered if his interest was not more prurient than simple school spirit. Since he was obviously speculating what she looked like underneath her gym clothes when she ran, she had, on more than one occasion, wondered what he looked like. Now she had been give two opportunities to see exactly what he looked like! She was overjoyed, however, that she was actually going to be allowed to watch as the boy was masturbated. Her only regret was that she could not use her digital camera to record the event.

“Hi David.” She belatedly greeted him with a smirk. “You are all red, do you feel ok?” she asked. He did not answer her because Mrs. Reaves chose that moment to restart David’s “therapy”.

“Ok, David, I think it’s time for you to be milked now, so you can stand up and face us.” She instructed him and gave Tabby a stern look. Tabby released his cock and walked over to stand between Maya and Mrs. Boyle. David awkwardly stood up and turned around and faced his audience, with his flaming erection pointing up towards the ceiling. Mrs. Meyers nodded to David’s mother who took up her position next to her son, facing his right side. She held his hand with one hand and lightly clasped his erection in her other. She was careful not to move her hand yet, but waited for direction from Mrs. Reaves. Instead, she stood there and just held his penis and squeezed his hand to let him know that it was ok.

“That’s a good boy, David.” Mrs. Reaves complimented him, before turning her attention to Mrs. Boyle. “How do you feel about initiating Beth into the psychological portion of her treatment now? I think we could get some interesting synergies going by combining certain portions of David and Beth’s therapies together at this point? Of course, I would understand if you refused, but it might make things easier on Beth in the long run if she shared her early experiences with David here who has been in-process for a while now?” She asked the mother, as cryptically as possible to avoid giving away her exact intentions to Beth prematurely. However, she was sure that the Doctor had already briefed her on how is “therapy” worked, so there would be no surprises, at least for Beth’s mother.

Mrs. Boyle thought about for a moment, looking into her daughter’s eyes that stared back at her blankly in wonder. She had planned to begin her therapy at home, in private. However, she reasoned, there could be no harm in starting it here, as long as she could supervise the process. “Yes, I suppose that would be ok. You understand that I have not yet explained all of the details to Beth though? Right?” She asked, implicitly asking the confident Mrs. Reaves for help.

“That’s fine. It’s best if they don’t know in advance anyway. It simply will add more stress to the therapy and make it more difficult for them in the long run. It is better that she didn’t know.” Mrs. Reaves explained to Beth’s mother, as if Beth was not in the room.

Beth turned from her mom to Mrs. Reaves, trying to decipher what they were talking about. “It’s best that I didn’t know what?” She asked Mrs. Reaves.

Mrs. Reaves glanced back at David’s naked form before answering her, “That for best results, the doctor insists that his patients remain naked until their therapy is completed dear. Like David here.” Mrs. Reaves explained, nodding back to the boy.

“What!! You want me to…? To be like him? To be naked? In front of everybody??” Beth blustered, shocked at the very idea of being nude in front of this group of strangers, and especially this boy, naked or not, who she knew had lustfully watched her running on the track on more than one occasion. “N-No! I won’t! I-I can’t!!” She insisted, pleading to her mother, who looked at her daughter dispassionately.

“Oh Beth, please… Knock off the hysteria, will you? We are all women here, except for David, and he is in no position to judge you.” She reminded her daughter, briefly gazing at Mrs. Meyers’ hand holding her son’s erection. “Now you can take off your clothes here, or you can take off your clothes at home in front of your father so that he can whip you with his belt. And if we have to go home, you can forget about getting the car you wanted for Christmas this year. Now which will it be?”

Beth struggled with herself. She was horrified at the idea of David seeing her, all of her, in this way. But she was deathly afraid of being whipped by her father. He had only used a belt on her once, and it had taken a couple of days for her to fully recover from the whipping. She would have done almost anything to avoid a repeat of that performance.

After frowning at David, Beth sighed in resignation and kneeled down to untie her sneakers. She slowly removed them and sat them down next to the wall. She pulled off each white sock and carefully rolled it up before putting it in its matching shoe. Pausing to notice that everyone was staring at her, she pulled up her t-shirt up and off of her head and folded it neatly on the toilet seat. She noticed that the boy’s eyes were fixated on her white lacy C-cup bra. She scowled at him for staring, but he was looking at a different part of her anatomy and didn’t notice.

“Mom? Please?” She asked her mother.

“No dear. I’m sorry. It’s for your own good, though. Keep going.” Her mother insisted.

Beth pulled down her gym shorts and leaned over to remove them. As she bent over she glanced up and realized that she was at eye level with the boy’s penis. The closed eye seemed to ogle her from the swollen red tip of his cock. Despite what she was suffering through, she could not help but wonder if she would get a chance at his cock. It was a hypocritical thought, she knew, but it wasn’t as if she wanted to ravish him or anything, she just wondered what his cock felt like. She laid her gym pants on top of her folded t-shirt and stood up.

David admired her as she paused in her strip, with only her bra and panties left. She was tan, but not grossly so like her mother, with generous endowments from her near perfect looking breasts to a narrow waist that expanded out to showcase round, firm thighs. She looked every bit as attractive as Maya, but her figure was more filled out, curvier he thought. He noticed her belly button, a shy vertical slit that pointed down to her pale pink panties which displayed cartoonish white fluffy animals romping around in a field of flowers. David was suddenly aware, again, of his mother’s hand on his penis as he felt himself begin to throb conspicuously in her hand. He immediately blushed as he realized that she was looking at him and could feel his arousal in her hand.

Beth reached behind her back and quickly unsnapped her bra and let it fall to the ground. Everyone stared now at her bare breasts, even her mother. She was fully developed with breasts that swelled out to impressive dimensions on her chest, not so large as to make her look top heavy, but big enough to be impressive, and arousing, to anyone who saw them. She had large brown areolas that swelled out from Her equally distinct inviting brown nipples. Her breasts were creamy white pillows that narrowed into the wonderful little buds of her nipples.

Too aroused to hide his reaction, David openly gaped at her exposed breasts and helplessly pumped his cock in his mother’s hand. Understanding her son’s reaction, but not sure what to do about it, his mother ignored it, neither releasing his penis nor tightening her grip on him. He could hardly be blamed for reacting the way he was, Beth was a classical beauty, even to her. She watched as the girl quickly pulled down her panties and stepped out of them.

Beth laid her panties on the pile with the rest of her clothes and looked to Mrs. Reaves to be told what to do next. She was just as embarrassed as David was, but did not bother to cover herself as she knew it was pointless. The boy was obviously so aroused that he would climax any minute now whether she was naked or not. So, as far as she was concerned, whether or not he climaxed seeing her naked was largely a moot point. And Mrs. Reaves was right in saying that everyone else in the room was female and had all of the same equipment that she did, so she decided to be brave and do what she had to, regardless of her embarrassment. No matter how bad it got, it still had to be better than her father’s belt.

David stared between her legs. Unlike Maya she did not shave her pussy and he admired her light tan pubic hair. It was curly, but in a lazy way with broad wide curls that glistened in the bright light of the bathroom. It formed a nice pale triangle between her legs that failed to conceal the crack of her sex which seemed to be trying to hide, unsuccessfully, between her legs. In that moment, David did not care how many people were in the room, he would have risked death itself to put his hard cock into that inviting slit.

“That’s wonderful, dear.” Mrs. Reaves said to Beth. “Don’t worry about David becoming aroused by seeing you this way. He is a good boy and will behave until we can complete his milking for today.” Mrs. Reaves promised her. She turned to David’s mother next. “Do you have some petroleum jelly we might use? I want to give the girls a lesson on male sexual response, but I will need a lubricant?” She asked her.

Mrs. Meyers raised her eyebrows, realizing what Mrs. Reaves had in mind, but said nothing. She opened a drawer beneath the sink and took out a jar of the jelly and handed it to Mrs. Reaves.

“Maya, Tabby and you too Beth, I need your attention now.” Mrs. Reaves insisted, as all of the girls turned their eyes to her. “As I am sure that you all know, when boys get very excited from masturbating or from being with a women, their penises get hard and firm and eventually they will orgasm. When a boy orgasms, sperm shoots out of the tip of his penis in a white viscous fluid called ‘semen’. “ She explained, unnecessarily pointing to the David’s penis.

She continued on with her explanation, going into graphic detail in hopes of further embarrassing the boy, but also because she doubted that her daughters knew about a boy’s prostate gland. “Boys keep their part of their semen in a little gland that is right behind their rectum called the prostate gland. David has an infection that we need to exorcise from his system so every morning and every evening he needs to be milked of all of his accumulated semen to clear out any nasty old germs that may be hiding there.”

Mrs. Reaves paused to open the jar of petroleum jelly and liberally smeared it over the forefinger and index finger of her right hand. She moved to stand directly behind David and kneeled down on the floor. With her un-lubricated hand, she reached between his thighs and pushed on each one separately. “Ok, David, I need you to widen your stance as much as possible so that I can have full access to you.” She explained. David reluctantly complied, suddenly realizing what she intended to do to him as he remembered his earlier performances.

She continued her explanation. “The easiest way to reach the prostate gland is from inside his rectum, which means you need to carefully put a finger or two into his anus.” She said, as she used her free hand to pull one buttock away from the other so that his asshole was available to her. “Good boy, David, now I need you to relax and breathe deeply. I will be gentle, but I need to push my finger up into your little hole.” She rubbed some of the excess petroleum jelly around his pink anus, pushing with her finger when it was over the hole to be sure that he was well covered with lubricant.

“You have to be very careful when doing this or you could accidentally tear the inside of David’s rectum. That is why it is always important to use a generous amount of lubrication.” She said, as she pushed once, twice and then finally slipped one finger and then the other into the boy’s rectum. He moaned in response and squeezed her fingers as she began to feel around inside him.

“The prostate is very sensitive and responds well to touch. Once I start the prostate massage, it will not be long before he ejaculates, so we need to be ready. Maya will you get the cup on the sink there for me please?” She asked her daughter, as she held her fingers motionless inside David’s rectum. Maya brought the cup to her and held it out for her to take.

Mrs. Reaves smiled at her daughter condescendingly. “I’m sorry, dear, but my hands are full. Can you kneel down in front of David and catch his semen when it comes out? I will give you a warning so that you can be ready.” She asked her daughter. She watched Maya as she kneeled in front of David, holding the cup. His erect cock was only inches away from her face. She waited and admired the angry penis while noticing that his testicles were tightly clenched to his body now.

“Ok, we are almost ready to begin now.” She explained. “Beth dear, do you mind helping us with this? If you don’t want to, I won’t force you?” She innocently asked the naked teenager.

Not being able to imagine what else could be asked of her, Beth warily agreed. “Sure, I guess. What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to rub your clitoris and labia as if you were masturbating. I know it’s a lot to ask, but it will provide David with additional visual stimulation, which is so important to a boy, and since you are naked anyway…” Mrs. Reaves asked the girl, surprised to find that she had embarrassed herself by asking the question.

Beth had been aroused by the discussion of David’s pending treatment. Hearing what David would be made to suffer through in front of her, made Beth feel less self-conscience about being naked. Now, however, everyone in the room was looking at her, wanting to watch as she masturbated to stimulate an erection from David! While she wanted to see what they were going to do to him, she did not think that she could ever masturbate in front of another person, it was far too personal to even consider.

“I’m sorry,” Beth explained, “but I don’t think I could do that. I would just be too embarrassed.”

“You don’t have to apologize dear, I understand.” Mrs. Reaves replied, “You would be uncomfortable with other people seeing how you masturbate, right?” she asked, smiling warmly and completely ignoring the girl’s blush at the personal nature of the question.

“Right, it’s not that I don’t want to help, though. I really do. I just don’t think that I could do that in front of other people” She explained, lowering her head in shame at the implicit admission that she did masturbate in private.

“That’s fine dear, I understand. I certainly would never force you into doing something like that against your will.” Mrs. Reaves consoled her, having already formed another plan in her mind. “My girls and I have worked with a great number of women, and we understand that girls are more private about their sexual activities than boys are. David here has practically been running around naked and shameless all day with an erection in front of all of us girls and has barely complained about it.” She lied, erotically massaging David’s thigh reassuringly with her un-lubricated hand.

David blushed an even deeper shade of crimson as all eyes in the room immediately focused again on his throbbing erection. The touch of Mrs. Reaves hand on his buttock and thigh was met by a renewed rush of blood into his penis which now practically glowed with an angry red color as it was clasped in his mother’s hand. He bowed his head in shame, but could not help from staring lustfully at Beth’s naked form just a few feet in front of him. Even in his shame, he could not help but wish that she was the one holding his erection, rather than his mother…

“While girls do not ejaculate semen, we have found that initiating sexual release in both of the sexes stimulates the body’s immune system and is beneficial towards fighting infections. It is also, of course, very pleasurable and relaxing for the patient and puts them in a more docile state of mind for therapy.” Mrs. Reaves explained to Beth’s mother. “We have many female patients who need looking after and help in this regard. If you do not mind, I would like to get Beth some help as well. It will be beneficial towards building a healthy sexuality in her, as well as releasing hormones that will help stimulate her immune system to fight her infection. This is why regular and frequent sexual release plays such a key role in our therapy. Do you understand, Mrs. Boyle?” Mrs. Reaves asked her mother.

Mrs. Boyle shrugged. “I think so. I’m not sure where you are going with this, however?” Mrs. Boyle answered, confusion weighing heavily in her tone of voice.

“I am asking for your approval to help Beth; which will also help David here. I believe that as part of Beth’s therapy, we can improve her sexual self-image by showing her that it is ok to express her sexuality and that she does not need to be ashamed to do so. I’m sure that the doctor did not realize that Beth would need this kind of therapy, however, so it was not part of what was originally prescribed for her. I am asking for your permission to add a component of sexual therapy to Beth’s overall treatment. Do we have your permission?” Mrs. Reaves asked, deliberately broadening her request to the point that it amounted to a carte blanche permission to have Beth perform for her sexually in any manner she deemed necessary to satisfy “therapeutic” requirements.

Mrs. Boyle had been a free spirit herself as a teenager. As part of a gag, she performed as a stripper at a stag party that was given for the brothers of one of her best friends. She really enjoyed all of the horny guys there ogling her pussy. She had even seen some of them go stiff in their pants over her. Short of pregnancy, she had always thought of sex as her favorite hobby. She had never discussed this with her daughter, however. Since getting married, Mrs. Boyle went out of her way to present herself as the poster girl for propriety and master of the “normal” family life.

While Mrs. Boyle was reluctant to compel her daughter into doing anything against her will, she wondered if maybe Beth did not need to learn how to relax and have a little fun. Despite his obvious shyness, David was very attractive and she would not have minded trying out his generously sized cock herself. Beth could do a lot worst, she considered, and at least all of their activities would be supervised by a medical professional.

Mrs. Boyle looked into her daughter’s eyes and saw the pleading look to be spared from any further embarrassment. Seeing her daughter’s obvious shame at exposing her sexuality to others, Mrs. Boyle knew that there was only one choice she could make in this situation, and she made it. “Yes, Mrs. Reaves, you have my enthusiastic permission. I think Beth is now of the age where she needs to be more sexually active and I want her to be encouraged to more fully explore her sexuality.” Beth’s mother explained, seeing the look of shock on Beth’s face. Clearly, the girl had assumed that her mother would never allow this.

Mrs. Reaves smiled encouragingly and thanked Mrs. Boyle for her permission before turning to ask for Tabby’s assistance. “Tabby will you assist Beth for now?” She asked her remaining daughter, ignoring the shocked look on Beth’s face.

Tabby nodded and smiled as she walked over and stood next to the naked girl, putting one arm on her shoulder reassuringly. She rubbed Beth’s back reassuringly and whispered into her ear, “Don’t worry, I’ve done this many times before. It’s really not a big deal. Just relax and enjoy it. Everyone is going to be watching David’s performance, not yours.” While Beth was obviously still upset, it did seem to Tabby that her words had taken some of the edge off of Beth’s anxiety. Tabby was proven correct when almost immediately, the focus of everyone’s attention turned to David. Only David continued to lustfully stare at Beth.

“Good,” Mrs. Reaves commented, “Mrs. Boyle, can I ask one more favor from you, please? Will you come over here and separate and hold David’s buttocks for me? I need unobstructed access to his anus for the prostate massage.” Mrs. Reaves asked a surprised Mrs. Boyle, who had not expected to be given a role in the boy’s therapy. She quickly walked over and stood by Mrs. Reaves who was kneeling down behind David holding her lubricated fingers carefully up in the air.

“If you will just separate his buttocks as far from each other as possible, that would be perfect.” Mrs. Reaves instructed her. Mrs. Boyle paused for a minute to stare at the pale twin mounds of the boys butt and then grasped a handful of each buttock and separated them as far apart as they would go until she could easily see the tightly clenched pink sphincter. She noticed the boy’s mother, who stood next to David on the other side of Mrs. Reaves, was carefully watching what Mrs. Boyle was doing with her son. Whether her interests were prurient or motherly, Mrs. Boyle could not determine.

Mrs. Reaves nodded to Tabby who had been waiting for a signal from her mother that it was time to begin. Tabby casually let the hand that was rubbing Beth’s back drop down to massage her buttocks instead. With her other hand, she began gently massaging Beth’s abdomen, making slow circular passes that rose up the girl’s body until they reached her breasts. Tabby watched David staring at her hand as she gently massaged each of the Beth’s breasts and toyed with each nipple, pinching it lightly and switching to the other breast and repeating the procedure. She smiled at David as she recognized the lust in his eyes.

“Ok, David, it’s time to start milking your penis now. I want you to be a good boy and give us a nice strong ejaculation. Will you do that for me?” Mrs. Reaves asked him. Too embarrassed by the question to respond, David said nothing.

“Now I need to stick my fingers inside your poophole and find your prostate gland. Don’t be scared, just bear down as if you are using the toilet, ok?” she instructed him as she pressed the tips of both of her fingers against his anal opening. Having fought this battle, and lost, several times now, David did as she instructed and bore down, causing his anal sphincter to relax. Moving quickly, before David could change his mind, Mrs. Reaves pushed hard with both fingers and watched as her lubricated fingers popped inside David’s anus and slid past the muscular ring and into the boy’s backside until her fingers were buried in David’s butt all of the way up to her hand. Mrs. Boyle watched, impressed with the experience that Mrs. Reaves clearly had with this procedure to get in so easily and quickly.

David grunted loudly as his anus was stretched wide by her two fingers. He felt her immediately begin to feel around inside his rectum as she sought out his prostate gland. The sensation, familiar now, was no less intimate than the first time the doctor did it and no less of a surprise when her fingers found the spot, sending wave after wave of sexually intoxicating pleasure into his brain.

Tabby had waited for her mother to penetrate the boy. She saw David throw his head back with the sensation of her mother stimulating his prostate. Tabby knew her mother had done this many times before and that there would not be much time before the boy was ejaculating wildly. In response, she slid her hand down from Beth’s breast, past her abdomen until she reached the curly hair of Beth’s pubic mound. Her fingers rapidly danced over the Beth’s labia and clitoris in a carefully practiced pattern designed to stimulate the girl as quickly as possible. Her other hand massaged Beth’s buttocks, pushing between them and to rudely play with her asshole. She noticed the girl’s nipples were now fully erect as Beth threw her head back and began to moan. Lost in pleasure and forgetting where she was, Beth grasped Tabby’s hand and pushed it hard against her pussy; no longer able to fight against the waves of pleasure coursing through her body.

Reluctantly at first, realizing that the moment had come, Mrs. Meyers began to stroke her son’s cock. At first she grasped it at the head, and slid her hand back along the length of him until she reached the base of his penis. Unbeknownst to David, she had caught him lying in bed once masturbating. She had said nothing, but stayed to watch the entire event and remembered his technique. She knew from observation the kind of motion that would bring him to a quick ejaculation, but then considered that the boy might eliminate more semen if made to wait, so she changed her tactics. She rested his penis on the palm of her open hand and rubbed back and forth along the underside of her son’s penis, stimulating him enough to keep him erect, but not enough to instigate an orgasm.

Realizing that everyone was finally busy doing their part, Mrs. Reaves focused on her fingers in David’s rectum. She knew only too well what a powerful stimulus a prostate massage would be to an eighteen year old boy at his sexual prime like David, so she deliberately alternated between directly massaging his prostate and generally stimulating his rectum. She could see Mrs. Meyers hand as it stroked the underside of the boy’s penis and watched as her hand moved gently back and forth from the frenulum beneath the head of his cock until the edge of her hand rubbed against the testicles at the base.

Relishing her freedom to use the boys’ body as she wished, Mrs. Reaves filled her free hand with the boy’s testicles that were now pulled in tight against his body. She held them to keep them warm while gently probing his scrotum. She knew she would soon be examining his testicles when they loosened up after his orgasm, and deliberately restrained herself from taking full advantage of the situation and engaging in unnecessary exploration. They were hugged so tight against his body that there was not much she could do with them anyway.

Maya kneeled down with the cup in front of David, waiting for the signal from her mother that the boy was about to ejaculate. She watched his mother‘s hand as it worked its way up and down the underside of the immense shaft, wondering what it would look like when the first ejaculation of semen came shooting out from the tip. She could see her mother’s hand holding the boy’s testicles, like the butt of a gun that is about to be fired. She could not believe how large his penis was or how hard it looked as she noticed the clear, sticky pre-ejaculate begin to dribble out of his peehole. Unable to resist herself, she waited until no one was looking and then quickly ran the tip of her finger across the opening of his urethra, leaving her finger covered in his sticky emissions. Aroused at being so close to his engorged masculinity, she discretely shoved the hand covered with David’s pre-ejaculate into her pants and frantically rubbed David’s fluids all over her swollen clitoris and labia. Hoping that no one would notice, she tried to quietly masturbate as she watched more of the sticky fluid leak out of his penis and on to his mother’s hand.

Tabby pressed her body close to Beth’s nude form as she continued to work the girl’s pussy. Beth had her eyes closed and was breathing heavily in response to Tabby’s administrations. Beth felt her pussy begin lubricating itself in response to Tabby’s stimulation. Tabby gently slid her middle finger a little way into Beth’s pussy and began fucking Beth’s wet vagina with her finger. Beth groaned loudly at the invasion, but continued to squeeze Tabby’s hand against her pussy, indicating that the younger girl should not stop. Tabby noticed David staring hungrily at Beth, watching her being finger-fucked in front of him. She knew that David and Beth were both on the verge of orgasms and wondered who would be the first to be cum. She also noticed her sister’s strange motions as she kneeled next to David’s erection and realized that Maya must be masturbating to the sight of the boy’s cock. She considered teasing her sister about it, but then remembered that they both had caught each other masturbating on multiple occasions and it would be a bad idea to open up that particular Pandora’s Box.

Tabby pushed her finger in as far as it would go into Beth’s vagina and felt the vagina squeeze her finger in welcome. She slowly moved in and out of the girl, her finger drenched in lubrication from Beth’s pussy. Deciding to take things to the next level, Tabby gently added two more fingers into the tight wet opening, stretching out her vagina as Beth moaned loudly and began to buck her hips against Tabby’s hand. Realizing that Beth was close to orgasm, Tabby turned to see that David too was on the brink of an eruption. His mother had firmly gripped his penis and was vigorously stroking the boy in rhythm with her mother’s prostate massage.

Beth panted heavily, the rational part of her brain amazed that she could be so aroused by this younger girl’s fingers in her pussy. Through a fog of maddening sexual excitement, her eyes fixated on David’s cock and the way his mother was vigorously, if not enthusiastically, stroking it. Unable to think about anything but that huge erection in front of her and Tabby’s fingers inside of her, she squeezed Tabby’s hand as tight as she could, so that those wonderful fingers of hers could not escape Beth’s pussy, and dragged her so that both of them were standing next to Maya and directly in front of the boy.

Nearly insane with sexual arousal and desire for that huge cock, she rudely swept Mrs. Meyer’s hand off of her son’s cock and tightly grabbed the throbbing erection in her hand and pumped it furiously. David stared at her in shock as she took both hands and eagerly masturbated the boy in rhythm to Tabby’s fingers that were fucking her vagina.

In disbelief, David gasped for breath at the sight of his fantasy dream girl using both hands to masturbate him. The tension behind his penis had become nearly unbearable as fluid from his prostate leaked out into Beth’s hands even though he had not fully ejaculated yet. The sensation of her hands, drenched in his fluid, sliding along his shaft pushed them both over the edge. At the same time that wave after wave of pleasure wracked through Beth’s body and pulsated over Tabby’s fingers, David bucked wildly as the first thick jet of white semen exploded out of the tip of his penis. Totally unprepared, Mrs. Reaves failed to warn Maya. Rather than going into the cup, the first shot struck Maya on the bridge of the nose, splattering on to her cheek and dripping off the tip of her nose.

Almost immediately, a second explosion of semen, nearly as powerful as the first, burst from the fiery tip of his cock and sailed directly into Maya’s mouth, still open from the shock of being hit in the face with his first ejaculation. David and Beth both witnessed Maya as her face was quickly covered with wave after wave of David’s ejaculate, none of it making it in to the cup. The site sent Beth into a second orgasm, more intense than the first, as she grabbed Tabby’s hand to force a more vigorous movement out of her.

Surprised that Beth had taken such a participatory role in David’s therapy, Mrs. Reaves was thrilled at the girl’s obvious enthusiasm. Using both fingers, she frantically massaged David’s prostate, holding on to the boy’s scrotum as she felt his anus spasm again and again against her fingers with wave after wave of David’s orgasm. Maya dropped the cup and was now happily making a game of trying to catch the boy’s ejaculations in her mouth as she watched David pant and moan within the violent throes of his massive orgasm. Riding out her own orgasm, Beth’s hands pulled David’s cock in different directions as she aggressively pumped his penis. As a result, most of David’s semen landed on Maya’s face and chest.

While Mrs. Reaves extended David’s orgasm by ruthlessly stimulating his prostate, her daughter Tabby’s fingers flew in and around Beth’s vagina, stimulating the girl’s G-spot into an orgiastic frenzy. Tabby could not believe how wet Beth was getting as Beth’s fluids seeped past Tabby’s fingers and on to her hand. She listened as David and Beth panted and moaned together, their orgasms linked by Beth’s hands clenching David’s manhood as they pumped what seemed to be a nearly endless amount of white, sticky fluid out of him and on to Maya.

David groaned as his orgasm finally ended, subsiding in a series of dry spasms that continued on longer than normal, due to being over stimulated by the combination of Mrs. Reaves fingers up his butt and Beth’s enthusiastic masturbation of his penis. Through his own panting, he watched Tabby as she stimulated Beth into yet a third orgasm, her hands still gripping David’s sensitive penis, her pussy red and swollen as Tabby’s fingers buried themselves inside her until her third and final orgasm finally depleted itself. As her orgasm faded and she realized that David was done as well, her hands stopped moving on his penis, but did not release their grip him. David looked from Beth to Maya who watched him with a silly grin as she salaciously licked the semen off of her face. Suddenly deeply embarrassed at what he had done in front of so many people, David blushed a deep shade of red, and looked down at Beth’s hands, clenching his rapidly shrinking penis.

As Tabby gently extracted her fingers from Beth’s vagina, Beth lifted the humiliated boy’s face up until his eyes stared into hers. She pulled his face towards his and kissed him passionately on the mouth, as her hand reached down to cup and gently squeeze his testicles, which were now tightly clenched against his body. David felt all eyes in the room watching them as Beth slid her tongue into his mouth, exploring his mouth as her hand intimately cupped his depleted manhood. David was lost in a world of sensation as he became lost in the sensations coming from his mouth and anus, as Mrs. Reaves slowly slipped her fingers out of his rectum.

“Ok Beth, let’s let poor David catch his breath. I’m sure he must be exhausted after such a powerful orgasm.” Mrs. Boyle said as she stood beside her daughter and gently pulled Beth away with a firm grip on the girl’s naked shoulder.

“Yes Momma.” Beth answered, looking down at David’s penis imprisoned in her fingers for a second before reluctantly releasing her grip. As she released him, she noticed that David was no longer staring at her, but at Maya. Maya and Tabby had moved off to the side and were quietly whispering to each other. David’s mouth dropped as Maya wiped a large white sticky glob of his ejaculate off his cheek with two fingers and then stared at him meaningfully as she sucked his emissions off of her fingers. Seeing this, Tabby cover her face and began to giggle helplessly.

Seeing their promiscuous behavior, Mrs. Reaves frowned icily at Tabby and Maya, who had experienced the consequences of ignoring that look before and immediately fell silent. Standing up, Mrs. Reaves patted David lightly on the buttocks. “Good boy, David. You gave us a good strong ejaculation.” She said and then asked her girls and David’s mother if they thought they knew what needed to be done as part of David’s morning regime. While Mrs. Meyers gave her a tentative affirmation, Tabby and Maya were confident, even eager, about their ability to take care of the boy.

David could only groan and wonder what would happen next…

David’s Urological Ordeal. Part 3: Home Therapy

Though still embarrassed at his nudity in front of so many women, David was relieved when he was finally permitted to leave the bathroom and return to his bedroom for some alone time. Between the shower and the milking that followed it, David felt drained and quickly fell into his bed for a nap. He missed Mrs. Boyle and Beth’s departure. Mrs. Boyle thanked Mrs. Reaves for initiating Beth into her therapy and for the progress that the girl had made in the short time she had been with David. Both women agreed that future sessions would be needed. After saying good bye to Mrs. Reaves and Mrs. Meyers, Beth and her mother departed.

After instructing her daughters and Mrs. Meyers on what therapy David would need, she explained that she needed to leave but would return that evening to check in on David. Mrs. Meyers thanked her for leaving Maya and Tabby behind to help with the care of her sickly son and gave the other woman a hug before she departed.

“Well girls,” Mrs. Meyers said as she smiled at her two assistants, “which one of you wants to keep an eye on David and which one would like a like to watch Oprah with me?” She asked, relieved that she could finally relax for a couple of hours.

Maya shrugged an looked at Tabby, “do you mind?” she asked her sister knowingly.

Tabby barely suppressed a wicked grin, “No, of course not. I’m sure he is asleep though. But I can keep an eye on him while you chat.”

Mrs. Meyers invited Maya to join her on the couch, looking forward to getting to know this girl who seemed so confident and sure of herself. “So tell me about yourself, Maya. Do you and Tabby often help your mother with patients? You are very impressive for one so young, you know.” She complimented the girl, watching her sit up, practically beaming with the acknowledgement of her abilities by an adult.

She shrugged nonchalantly, “Oh yes, mother thinks that because we are young, we are less threatening than an adult assistant would be. Because we are young, the adults feel like they need to set a good example for us, so are much more obedient and willing to listen to mother then they would be if we were not there.”

“So most of the patients you deal with are adults?” She asked Maya.

In truth, nearly all of her work with her mother had been with adults, and most of it was harmless stuff like swabbing an injection site with alcohol before her mother gave the patient a shot. She had never done anything like what they had done to David before. Of course, she did not want David’s mother to know this. “Oh no, we deal with patients of all ages. Mom has us do all of the menial stuff, like helping to bathe them, cleaning them up after using the toilet… All of that kind of stuff…” Maya told the boy’s mother, deliberately emphasizing the tasks that involved patient nudity.

As Mrs. Meyers continued to question her about her activities, Maya wondered what Tabby was up to in David’s room. She loved Tabby dearly, but was now regretting her generosity at letting Tabby have all the fun while she had to deal with the boy’s mother.

Tabby crept quietly into David’s room so that she would not wake him. He was lying on his side curled up in bed, soundly asleep. He had fallen asleep on top of the covers and he was still naked so she could see everything. Checking to make sure that no one was coming, she quietly closed the bedroom door so that she knew that she would be alone with the boy. Maya was a natural conversationalist and had a knack for kissing up to adults. Tabby was sure it would be at least a couple of hours before it would occur to Mrs. Meyers to wonder what David was doing.

The boy was snoring loudly, and he appeared to be a sound sleeper. At least Tabby hoped he was. While she was sure that she could cow him into submission if he accidentally woke up, she would have preferred to not make a scene. She knew what she was doing was dangerous, but all of the sexual activity in the bathroom had excited her to a point that she thought that she might go crazy if she could not get some release soon.

She watched him breathe as he slept, admiring his body again. She noticed that his penis, unbelievably, was erect again. Her mother had told her that boys had erections when they sleep, but she was still surprised to see it so soon after they had made him cum. As gently as she could, trying not to wake him, she took his throbbing organ into her hand, liking the heat and the weight of it and the way that it throbbed in her hand.

She unsnapped her pants with her free hand and with one swift moved pulled down her pants and panties to her knees. Excited by being naked right in front of him and by the knowledge that someone could walk in at any second (even though she considered the possibility highly unlikely), she began to rub her labia and clitoris lightly, feeling her pulse beat in unison with the throbbing penis. Her fingers flew around her genitals as she remembered how wet Beth had become under her ministrations. Beth’s obvious enthusiasm had excited her, especially the way she had grabbed his dick when he was about to cum. Grabbed it in the same way that Tabby herself was holding it now…

In all of her excitement at watching David’s penis in her hand, she did not look at his face or she would have seen that David was awake, but playing opossum with his eyes cracked just enough to see what she was doing. The sensation of a stranger holding his most intimate anatomy immediately woke him up. He could not believe what he was seeing, as surely this was not part of his therapy?

Her pussy was at eye level and only a couple feet away from his face as he watched her stimulate her clitoris and vagina. He stared, dumbfounded at her curly brown pubic hair, her enflamed clitoris, and bright pink labia. He marveled at her femininity and the little sounds that she made as her fingers worked on her excited genitalia. Unaware of what she was doing, her hand began pumping his penis furiously as her pleasure escalated and he let out a little groan at the sensation, even though he was pretty much a dry well after being milked just a short while ago.

She was becoming very wet and her fingers glistened with her secretions as she slid first one finger and then two into her vagina. David watched her, hypnotized by his view of her raw sexuality. He could smell the muskiness of her pussy as her excitement grew. Her hand clenched his penis tightly now, no longer caring if she woke him or not. Her will overpowered by the sexuality of the moment. She finally noticed that he was awake, but rather than upsetting her, she became more excited by the realization that he had been watching her masturbate all along. She thrust her hips forward in his direction. “Oh, please!!” she begged, unwilling to put her desire into words. David groaned in response as her hand pumped him mercilessly. He stuck out his tongue…

As the television blared out the end to Oprah’s theme song, Maya excused herself to go check on David and Tabby. Mrs. Meyers smiled at her sweetly, happy to have such caring assistants to help David out through his difficult journey. She had questioned the girl thoroughly and now had complete confidence in Maya’s abilities and felt that she could relax as her son would be in good hands.

Little could she imagine just how good Tabby’s hands were as one hand now held his penis and the other roamed over his buttocks. Tabby leaned over the bed now, her crotch pressed into David’s face as she half lay on top of him, kissing his thigh as her hands explored him. David, meanwhile, had forgotten to be embarrassed as he was consumed by the sights, tastes and smells of the girl’s sex. His tongue darted here and there, moving rapidly over clitoris and labia, tasting everything, seeking to be every place at once…

“Tabby! Are you crazy?” Maya asked as she burst in on the two of them, quickly closing and locking the door behind her in case Mrs. Meyers had followed her.

“Oh my gosh!” Tabby muttered as she stood up and looked at her sister, realizing that maybe she had gone too far.

“Do you realize his mother is in the other room?” Maya asked her half naked sister.

“I’m sorry, I just got carried away.” Tabby explained helplessly.

No matter how tempting the boy was, Maya knew it was reckless and stupid to risk their situation by taking advantage of David so obviously. Still, she almost wanted to laugh as she listened to her sister apologize while her hand continued to work on the boy’s penis and David’s face was still buried between Tabby’s legs. She wondered if the boy even realized that she was there.

For his part, David knew that Maya was in the room, but was too aroused by the situation to care. In the back of his mind, he knew he would be in trouble for this, but nothing was more important to him at that moment than burying himself in the raw sexuality that lived between Tabby’s legs.

Not sure what to do, Maya just watched as David apparently hit the right spot as Tabby moaned loudly and clutched David’s head, pushing him in tightly against her crotch. David fucked her deeply with his tongue as heard, smelled and tasted her orgasm. It almost felt like she was trying to push his face inside her vagina, and in that moment, David wished that she could.

Maya watched her sister’s buttocks clench repeatedly as wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure overwhelmed her. Somewhat to her surprise, Maya noticed that the boy too had finally managed to orgasm, as a small quantity of semen trickled from the bright red bulbous head that protruded from Tabby’s hand. Maya surreptitiously pulled out her cell phone and captured the remainder of their orgasm on video on her cell phone. She knew it was wrong, but it never hurt to have a little leverage. Besides, she was getting a stimulated just watching them and wanted a souvenir to remember them by. After making sure that she had captured enough footage so that they could both be clearly identified, just a few seconds really, she put the phone away.

When their orgasms had finally subsided, and they both had managed to get their second wind, Tabby shocked David by slapping his buttocks hard with one hand before she quickly pulled her pants back up. “David Meyers! Shame on you!” She scolded him. Hurt and confused he just stared up at her as she zipped up her pants.

“Do you make a habit of watching what women do in private? Do you know what your mother would do to you if I tell her that you took advantage of me like that? Do you?!” Tabby yelled at him, slapping his buttock as hard as she could again. She knew it was a ludicrous thing to say, but she also knew that he was easily cowed and deeply afraid of his mother.

“I – I didn’t mean to…” David stuttered, not clear on exactly what, if anything, he had done wrong. Hadn’t it been her idea after all? One thing he did know, if his mother ever did find out about it, whether it was his fault or not, she would spank him so severely he would not be able to sit down until he was well past retirement age.

“What do you mean ‘You didn’t MEAN to’? Lying there pretending to be sleeping while you shamelessly wiggled your erect thingy in front of me and then watching me undress and medicate myself between my legs, in my MOST PRIVATE AREA…” Tabby scolded him, shaking her head and looking down as if she was too hurt to look at him directly, sensing that he might actually buy into her ridiculous line of reasoning. She looked back up at the startled boy and stared him directly in the eye. “What should we do about this David? Do we need to talk to your mother?”

Realizing that her sister needed her support at the moment, Maya decided to jump in. “She’s right, David. I have never seen such a shocking display in my life as when I walked in here. Not only am I tempted to tell your mother, but I think we may need to call our mother as well. How can we trust you again after you do something like that?” Maya asked, grabbing at the door handle as if she intended to open it and tell David’s mother.

“Please! Please don’t tell her! I’ll do anything!” David jumped up on his knees in bed, reaching out with one hand to implore her to stay. Maya saw genuine fear in his face and did feel sorry for the poor boy, but knew she could never let him know that. She looked at him sternly and then back at Tabby. “What do you think little sister? He attacked you, do you think we need to turn him in?” Maya asked Tabby.

Wanting to keep the pressure on the boy, Tabby responded to David. “Well David, do you promise to do as you’re told and respect other people’s privacy in the future?” Tabby asked him sternly, unable to keep her eyes from flickering over his naked form to remind him of how vulnerable he was.

“Oh yes, ma’am. I promise. I will do whatever you say. I’m really sorry… I just got carried away.” He pleaded with her, hoping to see some sympathy, but he only saw doubt and skepticism in their faces.

“Well, ok, but you will still have to be punished. Will you accept your punishment like a man, or are you going to give us a hard time? Because we will not tolerate any attitude from you young man, is that clear?” Maya asked, now freely asserting her dominance over him.

David whispered his agreement and sat back down on the bed in resignation.

“Very well, David, if you don’t say anything about this again, then we won’t either. Now sit here and think about what you’ve done while I talk to Tabby about what your punishment will be, and remember, this is our little secret.” Maya admonished him, nodding to Tabby to follow her out of the room. Tabby glanced back one more time at his nudity as David threw himself face down on the bed and buried his face in his pillow like a child…

Maya pulled Tabby into the bathroom and then peeked out to be sure that no one was coming down the hallway. She was pretty sure that Mrs. Meyers was still absorbed in Oprah, but didn’t want to take the chance on being overheard, so she closed the door and turned on the water faucet, just in case anyone was listening. “Are you nuts?! Do you know how much trouble we can get in, doing that while his mother is in the house?” She angrily whispered to her sister, deliberately getting in her face.

“Calm down,” Tabby said, pushing Maya away. “Nothing happened. And even if she did see us, we could have blamed it on David and claimed he threatened me or something.” Tabby reasoned, feeling defensive now.

Maya stared silently at her sister, not sure what to say. She did not want to get in to trouble, or worst lose control over David, but she had to admit that she had been turned on by walking in on them and watching what they were doing. “Just be careful next time, ok?” She said, unable to control a naughty grin from breaking through. “I would hate for us to get thrown out before I get my turn at him!” Maya said, causing both girls to giggle.

“Ok, I’m sorry…” Tabby said, smiling and gave her sister a little hug. “But he does have a SWEET tongue… It would have been worth getting in trouble over that.” She said, looking away for a second as she momentarily relived the experience. “Still, you were right, I should have waited until his mother had left the house, but he was just lying there all naked and vulnerable, you know?”

“That’s ok; I admit I might have been tempted myself. And it was kind of educational, since now we know that even if he is very submissive, he isn’t completely dead!” Maya exclaimed, provoking another round of hushed giggling from both girls.

“So, do you know what mom has planned next?” Tabby asked.

Maya nodded as the sisters exchanged information and made plans of their own.

Mrs. Boyle drove Beth home in silence. Once the insane frenzy of lust that had overcome her in the bathroom had passed, Beth was shocked and embarrassed at her own behavior. How could she have been such a SLUT (and she screamed the word to herself in the silence of her mind) in front of her mother and all of those people. She could only hope that that was the end of her “treatment” and that life could get back to normal now. She glanced at her mother, wondering if her mother was going to say anything about what had happened, but her mother appeared to be lost in her own thoughts.

Mrs. Boyle, for her part, was also still thinking about what had happened in the bathroom. Though she would not have admitted it to Beth, she had also become aroused at the exhibition of raw lust that had exploded in front of her eyes. It would have shocked her daughter to know, she considered, knowing just how wild and free her mother had been when she was young. As a teenager, if she had been naked in front of David, she would have gone a great deal farther than her daughter did, and without any regrets. She was a little concerned about her daughter growing up to be a prude ever since Beth had become so obsessed with privacy that she was ashamed to show off her naked body. That was certainly a problem that her mother had NEVER had, Mrs. Boyle considered as she remembered many happy summers spent at nudist camps as a teenager.

“Are you all right, honey?” She asked Beth.

“Yeah mom, I’m ok.”

“Thinking about David?”

Beth blushed, not sure what to say. “No! Of course not, I was just thinking that…” Beth paused, trying to come up with a lie that would be believable and failing. “Sort of, I guess I’m just little embarrassed about what happened back there. And wondering what you must think of me now?” She asked her mother.

“Honestly Beth, I’m fine with it. Expressing your sexuality is a healthy and necessary part of growing up. I know that as a health teenager you have all of these desires and need to be able to express them. I just want to provide a safe and supervised environment for you to do so. In fact, that is precisely the reason that I asked Mrs. Reaves to help with your treatment because I did a little research and she has helped many boys and girls in your exact same situation.” Mrs. Boyle explained as she drove, giving her daughter’s knee a little squeeze of assurance.

Beth squirmed uncomfortably in her seat. “So I am ok now? I mean that was the treatment?” She asked her mother, hoping that this was going to be it for now.

Her mother sighed in irritation as she pulled in to the driveway in front of their home. “Of course not Beth, I know you know better than that.” She said, scowling at her daughter as she opened the car door and stepped out of the car. “Now get your pale little white butt inside the house and get out of those clothes! I can tell from your attitude that we still have a LONG way to go in your training. I am SO disappointed in you. I thought that you had made such progress too…” Mrs. Boyle ordered her daughter, the tone of her voice shifting from angry to almost mournful.

As soon as Beth got out of the car, she saw Mr. Foley standing in his yard only a few feet behind her mother. He was staring at her with a big lascivious grin on his face. Beth realized that he must have overheard everything that Mrs. Boyle said. He stared into her eyes for a second and then slowly dropped his gaze to take in her entire form. He smiled at her and waved as his eyes returned to her face. “How are you all doing today?” He asked them with his smarmiest southern accent.

Beth surprised her mother as she suddenly let out a little yelp and ran into the house, ignoring the greeting of their next door neighbor. “Oh my goodness, Mr. Foley, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what has come over Beth? I don’t know why she was so rude to you! Please accept my sincere apologies for my daughter.” She apologized to Jim Foley.

“Oh, that’s all right. She was probably just embarrassed because I overheard you two talking about her taking off her clothes or something… I guess I owe you an apology for that; I didn’t intend on eavesdropping, it just kind of … happened.” Foley offered.

Mrs. Boyle smiled at her neighbor. She had always secretly liked him. He had movie-star good looks and an “aw-shucks” kind of attitude that she found very endearing. “No apologies necessary, Mr. Foley. You know how teenagers are, if it’s not one thing, it’s another. Beth is just having some hormonal issues with her sexuality and false modesty and we are trying to help her work through them. You know how teenagers are; she will be upset today and then completely forget the whole thing by tomorrow. Don’t worry about it.” She reassured him.

“Thanks ma’am. I do know how crazy it is being a teenager.” He smiled at her. “You wouldn’t believe some of the pranks that we pulled when I was kid: going skinny-dipping in the neighbor’s pool, spying on the girl next-door in the bathroom… Those were crazy days.” He chuckled.

Mrs. Boyle bit her lip, as the idea suddenly formed in her head. “Say Jim,” she asked, would you like to come inside for awhile? Maybe have a bite of lunch? I am trying to get Beth adjusted to some new rules for when company comes over and you might be the perfect person to help Beth adjust? I know it might be a bit awkward for you, but I would really appreciate your help?” She asked him tentatively.

Jim Foley felt his cock stiffen uncomfortably in his underwear as he fantasized about what she might have in mind. But he immediately mentally chastised himself, realizing it was probably just a case of correcting a teenager’s bad manners with company. The sort of thing his mother had done to him a thousand times when he was younger. She couldn’t mean…? Could she? He had to ask. “Well of course I would be glad to help anyway I can, but what do you want me to do?”

“Well, Beth has made so much progress in managing her modesty issues today, but it was in a clinical and controlled environment. I would just like to keep up her good work, but within a social situation that doesn’t involve medical treatment. I just need you to reassure her that it is ok to be nude and that she has nothing to be ashamed of. It’s really not a big deal.” She assured him, as if asking him over for tea, rather than inviting him to see her daughter naked.

Jim swallowed hard, but agreed. He could hardly believe his good fortune or that she trusted him with her daughter. He had seen both mother and daughter sunbathing outside many summers and knew that they both had incredible bodies; but, the possibility of getting to see one of them naked was not something that had occurred to him in his wildest dreams. He followed her into her house where she asked him to sit down on a large sofa in a spacious family room. Beth was no place to be seen and her mother asked him to wait while she persuaded Beth to join them.

It did not take a long, as a couple of minutes later she was practically dragging her daughter into the room by the hand and invited her to sit in the overstuffed chair that faced the sofa. Mrs. Boyle sat at the opposite end of the sofa from Jim.

“Now Beth, I was just explaining to Mr. Foley here about some of your treatment. He was gracious enough to come over and offer to help support you through these early phases. Don’t you have something to say to Mr. Foley?” She encouraged her daughter, who was sitting uncomfortably on the edge of the chair, looking down at her feet and desperately trying to avoid looking at either of the adults in the room.

“Yes, momma…” she answered in a voice that did not make it above a whisper. “Mr. Foley, I am sorry I ran away like that earlier and didn’t speak to you. I was just embarrassed and afraid of what you would think. I didn’t mean to be so rude, though. I am sorry…” She offered, a note of genuine regret managing to squeeze out through her whispered tone of voice.

“Is that all you have to say to him, dear?” Mrs. Boyle prompted her daughter sternly.

Beth looked at her mother. God how she did not want to say the second part of what she had been told to say… “Oh yeah, I forgot. And I also wanted to tell you that I really appreciate any help you could give me with my, my… my problem.” She said, her tone of voice making it clear that she really did not believe that she had a problem.

Even though he did not know Beth that well, Jim was certain that at that moment she wished he would just go away. He did sympathize with her, at least a little, but this was simply too good of an opportunity to pass up. “Well Beth, I think you are a very pretty girl and deserve all the help that I can give you.” He told her frankly.

“She is already making progress, Jim.” Her mother explained, smiling at Beth whose look of shock quickly turned into a deep blush of shame. “Do you know that just this morning she stripped in front of a boy and several women?” Mrs. Boyle bragged.

Jim Foley’s eyes went wide with surprise. “Really? She took off all of her clothes?” Jim asked, surprised.

Mrs. Boyle nodded confidently. “Not only did she strip completely naked, she actually masturbated a boy her own age to orgasm!”

“Wow, Beth! You actually did that, naked, in front of all of those people?” He asked the teenager, genuinely surprised, and a little aroused at the idea.

Beth thought she was going to die of embarrassment and could not answer him. She bowed her head in shame, desperately wanting to leave the room.

Mrs. Boyle laughed. “Oh come on, Beth! Don’t act so shy.” She prodded her daughter as she turned again to Mr. Foley. “Don’t let her fool you, Jim. The daughter of our therapist, Mrs. Reaves, had her fingers in Beth’s pussy all of the time that Beth was masturbating this poor boy and Beth was going to town on that girl’s fingers!” Mrs. Boyle explained with pride. “We all learned that Beth isn’t nearly as modest as she pretends to be. Why, she practically acted like a porno star for a bunch of people who were practically strangers!”

Beth was shocked that her mother would share such a deeply personal and embarrassing story about her with a neighbor that they barely knew. “Mom, please don’t…” She begged her mother to stop this.

Mrs. Boyle shook her head and ignored Beth’s pleas. “Do you see the kind of hypocrisy that I have to put up with from her all of the time?” She asked Mr. Foley in disgust. “Honestly, sometimes I just don’t know what I am going to do with her. I can’t believe that any daughter of mine would be so deceitful.” She said, pausing to stare at her daughter as she came to a decision.

“Ok, if you are going to act like that boy in being adamant about all of your false modesty, they I will just have to treat you like him. I wasn’t going to enforce this as I didn’t think that it was necessary, but you are forcing my hand.” She chastised her daughter, who listened in trepidation and fear of what her mother was going to do.

“Mr. Foley,” Mrs. Boyle asked, “I hate to impose on you this way, but I cannot permit these kinds of bad attitudes from my daughter, would you mind spanking her for me? I know it is a lot to ask of you but if she wants to pretend to be all shy and embarrassed, then the punishment should fit the crime and I can’t think of a better punishment than a naked spanking by an outsider. Do you mind?”

Whatever Jim Foley had thought was going to happen this morning, never in his wildest dreams did he think that he would not only be getting to see his teenaged neighbor naked, but actually be given the opportunity to touch, and even spank her as well! His penis became uncomfortably tight in his pants as he hesitantly agreed.

He was not the only one shocked at the idea, as Beth stared at her mother in disbelief. “Mom? No! You can’t make me do this! It’s wrong!” Beth protested, almost unintelligibly in shock.

“Beth, just for that, you will always be naked while you are in this house until I decide otherwise! Now if you continue to talk back to me like this, we can do this spanking outside where everyone can watch! Is that what you want?” she asked her stunned daughter, who quickly backed down and mumbled an apology. “Now Jim,” she asked, turning from her daughter to Mr. Foley. “Since Beth is being so uncooperative, will you please help Beth remove her clothes? I think if we wait for her to do it, we might be here all day! Apparently, Beth is only eager to strip for boys of her own age…”

Jim stared at Mrs. Foley, momentarily overcome by a sense of unreality. He almost felt like he had fallen into one of those porno movies that he and his fraternity buddies used to watch in college. Things like this didn’t happen in real life, not to real people. Heck, even his wet dreams weren’t this bizarre and he thought that he had had some pretty wild dreams! Then again, he knew that this was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he was not about to pass it up.

He stood up, trying to discreetly adjust his erection in his pants so it was less noticeable. He caught Mrs. Foley watching him, though, and was pretty sure that she saw what he was doing. However, she did not say anything, so he pretended like it was nothing and went to Beth and gently pulled her up out of her chair by one arm. She was submissive enough, but did not meet his gaze.

“Ok sweetie, let’s get these clothes off. The sooner we do, the sooner this will be over.” He said to her, trying to soothe her, but knowing the situation would make that pretty much impossible. “Now lift your arms straight up in the air so I can get your shirt off.” He instructed her. Standing in front of her, he dipped his hands into the sides of her pants and pulled her tucked in t-shirt out from her pants. He slowly lifted it up until he was able to pull it off and hand it to her mother.

Feeling like he was in high school again, he stood close so close to her that they were almost touching and reached behind her to unsnap her bra. He stepped back and watched as the bra fell away revealing her firm and full breasts. He resisted the urge to cup her breasts in his hands, but he could not help himself from staring for a minute at the perky nipples and nice shape of them. He noticed the nipples were erect and pointing at him. He desperately wanted to play with them, but didn’t want her mother to know how much he was enjoying this. Though, he admitted to himself, his erection made that kind of obvious.

He quickly got down on one knee and had Beth lift each foot so that he could remove her shoes and socks. He noticed that she had small, delicate feet with high arches. She had painted her toe nails and he thought that was kind of cute. He looked up at her face that partially obscured by her hair that hung around her bowed head. She had her eyes closed.

“You can open your eyes, hon. I’ll be keeping my clothes on. Nothing you need to be ashamed of here…” he commented, earning a snide giggle from the girl’s mother. Beth opened her eyes, but looked away from him.

Standing up in front of her, his chest almost touching her nipples, he looked down between her breasts at the perfect skin of her smooth, flat belly that descended until it met the edge of her jeans. Wordlessly, he unsnapped her jeans and pulled down the zipper. He deliberately moved slowly because he wanted to savor the moment of her unveiling. Also, he admitted, he sort of enjoyed her embarrassment and wanted to maximize her dread of his inevitable exposing of her pussy.

He slid his hands along her sides until his fingers were inside her panties, reveling in the feel of her soft warmth on his hands and the silkiness of her panties against her skin. He kneeled down again in front of her, so that her crotch was only inches away from his face. He slowly pulled down her pants, watching as first her curly blond bush of trimmed pubic hair appeared and then, finally, he could see the shy slit that seemed to call out to him between her legs. As he helped her step out of her panties, he deliberately moved forward slightly so that his head brushed against her pubic hair.

He gave the remainder of her clothes to Mrs. Boyle and then stood up and admired her nakedness. He initially was going to try not to stare, but clearly part of Mrs. Boyle’s intent was that he embarrass her daughter by looking at her, so he decided to enjoy the opportunity. “You are beautiful Beth. Your mother is right; you should not be ashamed of your body. Wow…” he sincerely complimented her.

“See Beth,” Mrs. Boyle said. “Men like to see you naked. You shouldn’t be so ashamed. Now slowly turn around so that Mr. Foley can see all of you.” Mrs. Boyle told her daughter. Beth slowly turned all of the way around, avoiding looking in the eyes of both adults.

She had perfect firm, tear-dropped shaped buttocks that nearly made Jim drool at that sight of them. He looked her over from head-to-toe and she was practically perfect. No blemishes. A perfect figure that narrowed down into a pretty little triangle of fuzzy blond pubic hair that invited his penis to sink into her wonderful heat. He sighed, knowing that would probably never happen. Still, you never know…

“Ok, darling,” he said to her, “let’s get this over with.” He sat down on an armless, stiff backed chair that was pushed against one wall and patted his lap. “Come on over here and lay down on my lap.” He instructed her.

She looked at him for a second, his erection clearly tenting his pants. His erection at the sight of her made her feel even more naked than when she masturbated David. At least then, David had been naked too. Her nudity had felt more incidental, as if everyone would be staring at him and not her. Here, there was no one to share the embarrassment; no way that she could pretend that all eyes would not be on her. She could feel his gaze between her legs and on her thighs. His erect penis made it all too clear that this was not simply discipline, but fantasy fulfillment for him at her expense.

“Come on Beth, we don’t have all day.” Beth’s mother snapped at her daughter, impatient at the delay.

Beth sighed and carefully positioned herself over Mr. Foley’s lap. His erection pressed into her groin as she lay over him. Her buttocks were now fully on display in his lap. She felt like a TV dinner lying on his lap in front of the TV set, an offering of something tempting for him to dig in to.

Jim’s thoughts were remarkably similar to Beth’s as he rested his hand on her smooth, firm buttock. He could see everything now. He rubbed her buttock to soothe her, but also because it allowed him to peek into her crack at the tiny pink pucker of her anus and her pussy just beyond it. He shifted slightly in his chair to help flatten his erection which was now pinched between their bodies. He was certain she must be able to feel it beneath her. It embarrassed him, but he did not feel too guilty about it. Given the situation, who could blame him for being excited after all? The girl had such a cute butt it was almost ashamed to spank it. He just wanted to bury himself in her seat and taste her lovely pussy.

“Are you Ok, Mr. Foley?” Mrs. Boyle asked, noticing him shifting in his chair. “Is Beth too heavy or would you like a different chair?”

Mr. Foley blushed sheepishly. “No ma’am, the chair is fine. It’s just that my body is reacting to the situation, if you know what I mean. Maybe you should punish her instead?” He warned Mrs. Boyle, unsure of how she would react.

Mrs. Boyle smiled warmly at him. She had secretly hoped this would happen. “Nonsense, Mr. Foley, I’m sure any many in your situation would react the same way when put in your situation. If anything, this is my fault for putting you in such an embarrassing situation. The question is how best to get past this problem…” She asked rhetorically, looking down at Beth, who studiously avoided her glance. She knew exactly what she wanted to do, but deliberately paused just long enough to give the appearance that she was trying to make up her mind, but not long enough for Mr. Foley or Beth to suggest an alternative.

“Beth,” her mother sternly instructed her, “I think that this would be a perfect opportunity for you to get over some of your sexual inhibitions. Don’t you?”

Beth looked shocked at her mother’s suggestion. “You mean…?” She asked her mother, unable to believe what she thought her mother was suggesting.

Mrs. Boyle nodded her head. “Yes, dear, that is precisely what I mean. After all, you are responsible for getting him all excited, and you are the one who needs to be punished, I think it is the least that you could do to solve the problem that you created. Now go on…” Mrs. Boyle said, pointing in the direction of Mr. Foley’s crotch. He deliberately said nothing, struggling to believe himself what was about to happen!

Beth got to her knees next to Mr. Foley and looked down at the bulge in his crotch which now pushed tightly against his pants. She had felt him growing beneath her, but ignored it for fear of embarrassing him. She looked back at her mother in disbelief, wanting to be sure that she had not misunderstood. “You want me to-“Beth started to ask.

“Go on Beth, no need to embarrass Mr. Foley by discussing it further. I want you to show Mr. Foley what you learned from your experiences with David. If you do a good job, maybe we can even skip the spanking.” She told her daughter who had already unfastened his pants and pulled the zipper down so that the bulge in his white briefs was clearly visible to both women.

Mr. Foley noticed that Mrs. Boyle apparently wanted to watch them, as she was making no effort to get up and leave. He had never had sex in front of someone before, but was unwilling to risk losing the opportunity he had with Beth by asking her mother to give them some privacy. It really didn’t matter, he considered, as he was now too excited to turn back. He stood up and kicked off his shoes as Beth pulled off his pants and socks. He quickly pulled his shirt off as well, tossing it to the ground so that he stood naked in front of Mrs. Boyle except for his underwear. Beth looked into his eyes and gently reached her fingers into his briefs before quickly pulling them down to the ground, exposing his erection to the view of both women.

Beth was stunned at the size of the erection as it bobbed in front of her like a like a shy length of shotgun waiting to explode. Not only was Foley old enough to be her father, but his penis was even larger than David’s. Unsure what she was supposed to do, she looked to her mother for help, but Mrs. Boyle’s eyes were too busy examining her naked neighbor to think about her daughter. Caught up in the heat of the moment, Mr. Foley had no such uncertainty. “Don’t tease me girl!” He snapped at her, irritated by her sudden apprehensiveness. When she opened her mouth to apologize, Foley thrust himself into her mouth so far that she almost gagged on his penis.

“Suck it!” Foley exclaimed as he bucked his hips, frantically fucking the girl’s mouth. Beth tried to comply, but mostly tried to avoid choking on his manhood as his erection struck the back of her throat again and again. Her lips closed on his erection as she struggled to adjust to his organ repeatedly invading her. After about two minutes of frantic bucking, Foley sighed in frustration and withdrew from her. “This isn’t working…” He complained to Beth’s mother. “Do you mind if I try working things from the other end?”

Mrs. Boyle scowled at her daughter. “Of course not, Mr. Foley, I know from experience how difficult it can be to get Beth to do the simplest thing. Anything that you could do to help her with her problem would be appreciated.”

“I will do my best, ma’am.” Foley assured Beth’s mother before returning his attention back to the teenager. “Ok girl, you heard your mother. Now get up in the chair.” Foley instructed her, pointing at the chair he was sitting in a moment ago.

Beth hesitantly sat in the chair with her legs held tightly together. Mr. Foley knelt on the ground in front of her and pushed her legs apart. “Come on, girl! Separate those legs. Let’s see how far apart you can pull them.” He told her, watching as she separated her legs a bit.

“No, no, no… Lean back in the chair and pull your legs up and apart as far back as they will go, like this!” Mr. Foley instructed her, lifting her legs up while simultaneously causing her to slide down in the chair. Separating her legs with both hands, he pulled them back until her knees were pushed back to her chest and she held a leg in each hand.

“That’s better! No need to be shy with me girl, I’ve already seen everything you’ve got anyway.” Foley told the girl, causing her to blush even more. It wasn’t precisely true of course. He now had a much clearer view of her anus and her pussy than before. He couldn’t help taking his cock in his hand and stroking it at the sight of the little blond hairs that encircled the pretty pink folds of her sex. He knelt in front of her and pulled the lips apart so he could clearly see the pink entrance into her vagina.

Foley smiled at Beth as she watched him with a mixture of sexual excitement and fear. He gingerly caressed her labia and clitoris with the forefinger and thumb of each hand as he spoke to her.

“My goodness, I have never seen such a pretty little pussy in my life, Beth.” He said, looking at her in wonder as he bent closer. “I’m surprised a girl as pretty as you isn’t getting laid every night.” He said smiling, right before he flicked his tongue out to tease her clitoris. “Your mother is right, though. You definitely shouldn’t be shy.” He said wonderingly, kissing her pussy openly while teasing the entrance to her vagina with his tongue. Beth kept her eyes tightly closed, but could not help from squeaking as she felt her body respond to his touch.

Foley smiled at the girl. “Well we will just have to fuck you all right and proper until you don’t have to be ashamed anymore, girl. “; Foley told her while intently teasing her clitoris with his tongue as he slid first one finger and then a second into her pussy. He loved the smell and taste of her as he buried himself in his work, holding her with his hands on her buttocks while exploring the insides of her vagina with tongue and fingers, taking his cues from the small sounds she made as he aroused her to a fever pitch.

She began to lubricate profusely as he took her clitoris between his lips while vigorously finger-fucking her with the first three fingers of his right hand. He knelt on the ground on his knees while resting his weight on his left hand on the ground as he buried his face between her legs. He knew he could do anything he wanted with her sexually and she could not protest, because it was her mother’s idea. Lost in a world of sexual pleasure, he was startled when he suddenly felt a hand take a firm hold of his penis!

Unable to just watch anymore, Mrs. Boyle had moved behind Foley while he was preoccupied. After enjoying the view of his ass, she knelt down beside him and reached underneath him to take firm hold of his heated erection. She had always wanted to get her hands on him, and was wet with excitement at finally having his erect cock in her hand. It was a risky thing for her to do, but she was so excited now she could not help herself. “Just relax; I’m just going to try to help things move along. I think she is almost ready…” She told Mr. Foley.

His tongue deep inside Beth’s vagina, Mr. Foley could only moan as he felt Beth’s mother stroke his cock with one hand, while rubbing his ass with the other. He felt her hands exploring everywhere as she alternated between massaging his already erect cock and playing with his testicles as she rolled them around in his tight sac. Finally, her fingers moved to his asshole, as she teased the sphincter of his anus with her finger with one hand, while stroking his cock with the other. The intimate play with his ass made him so horny that he thought that his penis might explode. He responded by taking his forefinger, which was well lubricated from the girl’s pussy, and slipping it into her anus. She cried out at the intrusion, more from shock than pain, he knew.

He thrust his tongue into her vagina as far as he could, as his finger invaded her rectum. He inhaled her musky odor deeply, enjoying the feeling and the taste of her pussy, savoring what he knew was coming. He pushed his finger into her rectum as far as it would as he pulled his tongue out of her pussy and lifted himself up on his knees to face Beth, while keeping his finger in her ass. He bent over and kissed her on the mouth, his tongue exploring deep inside her mouth as his finger played in her ass. He didn’t just want to fuck this girl, he wanted to own her, and it was important to him that she knew that she was being owned. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass, her entire body was his to use as he pleased. He wanted to be sure that she understood this, so that she would remember it for next time…

Mrs. Boyle watched for a few seconds as Foley kissed her daughter. She had not let go of his erection the entire time. She liked the feel of it as it throbbed wildly in her hand. She rested her free hand on Foley’s butt, and gently pushed him towards her daughter, her other hand guiding his penis into her daughter’s vagina. She released his penis as he slid inside Beth’s cunt, causing the girl to moan loudly in excitement. As his penis entered Beth’s vagina, Mrs. Boyle slid her finger into Foley’s anus, startling him. Lost in a haze of sexual fever, he could not say anything, only moan as her finger found his prostate and began to stroke it.

Foley pulled his finger out of the girl’s ass to help support himself as he felt the dam burst and he exploded inside of the teenager’s vagina with a loud groan. Beth’s pink hole squeezed him tightly as wave after wave of semen shot out of his cock and exploded hotly inside of her. Foley watched his erection piston in and out of the girl repeatedly exploding each time he was inside her as the girl’s mother insistently massaged his prostate prolonging the ejaculation beyond anything he had felt before.

As the intensity of his orgasm began to wane, Mrs. Boyle pulled Foley’s penis out of Beth’s pussy and immediately began to suck on it, her finger still buried deep inside of his ass, coaxing even more semen out of him as she frantically sucked his cock. The mother was a much better cocksucker than the daughter as he held her head tightly while frantically pumping her mouth with his penis. He could only stare in wonder at her lips that tightly encircled his penis as the last of his orgasm dribbled down her throat.

When he was done, Mrs. Boyle smiled at Beth, and then Mr. Foley as she slowly and deliberately licked his testicles and scrotum clean after removing her finger from his butt. “Wow…” was all he could say, as he was panting hard, desperately sucking oxygen in after the most intense orgasm of his life.

“Now THAT Beth, is how to suck a man’s cock.” Mrs. Boyle instructed her daughter. “That is what I expect from you the next time Mr. Foley presents you with his erection. Is that understood?” She instructed her daughter, who was still stunned from watching her mother’s sexual prowess at fellatio.

Beth looked away from her mother, both embarrassed by her mother’s criticism of her sexual abilities and angry that her mother had pulled Mr. Foley out just as Beth was starting her orgasm. Lost in her own thoughts, she was startled when the doorbell rang and her mother, who was still fully clothed, left to answer the door. Her surprise turned to shock when her mother returned with two teenage boys in tow, one her age, the other about a year or two younger.

“Mr. Foley, these two young gentlemen say that they are here to see you? Your nephews, I take it?” Mrs. Boyle asked Mr. Foley, who quickly pulled on his underwear. Both boys gaped at the sight of the naked teenage girl who was lewdly splayed out in the chair in front of them.

“Er, um, yes, they are my nephews… This is Ted.” Mr. Foley said indicating the older boy, whose short curly hair was as blond as Beth’s was. “And, this is Randy.” Mr. Foley said, pointing to the younger boy with shoulder length brown hair, who looked very much like a younger version of Mr. Foley.

“Hi…” Ted said, unable to stop staring at Beth’s naked body. Though he would never admit it, he had never actually seen a girl naked in person before, only in the magazines, and he felt his cock straining mightily against his underpants as he realized that his Uncle had just fucked her. He could see her pussy was still wet, and obviously inflamed.

Mrs. Boyle smiled at the boys, not failing to notice the telltale bulges in their pants. “Well it certainly is nice to meet such handsome growing boys.” She told them, deliberately staring at their crotches as she spoke. “I’m sure that Beth is as excited to meet two find handsome young men as you obviously are to meet her.” She told them, moving between them and putting her arms around their shoulders before dropping her hands down to feel their buttocks. Both boys gasped simultaneously at the familiarity of her touch.

“Our pleasure, ma’am.” Randy managed to squeak out, the feeling of a woman’s hand on his buttocks setting his hormones on fire.

Mr. Foley, nearly naked next to Beth, could only smile weakly back at her when Mrs. Boyle asked him, “Well what do you think we should do with these two, excited, specimens of young manhood?” Mrs. Boyle asked, smiling like the pussy that had ate the canary (or was it a dick?). She knew that her fun was just beginning.

For the remainder of the day, David was allowed to watch television and play on his game system uninterrupted by the girls. He was still deeply embarrassed at being naked in front of them and at his memories of being aroused by them. Mercifully, they left him alone for most of the afternoon, his only humiliations coming when he needed to use the toilet. Maya stood in the bathroom and watched him as he was forced to pass gas and defecate in front of her.

“Phew! What have you been eating? Spoiled pork?” She complained when David told her he was done. She secretly enjoyed the intimacy, and humiliation, of being so close to him when he executed his most private function. She knew she could have waited outside and come into the room when he was finished, but she wanted to see the look of humiliation and degradation on his face as she stood there watching him strain against his bowels. “Don’t get up yet! We don’t want you carelessly dripping urine all over the bathroom floor, do we?” She asked him, lifting his chin up to make him look her in the eye when he looked down to avoid her stare.

“I bet you got infected from wildly swinging that dick of yours around after peeing, didn’t you?” She asked him as she took a couple of squares of toilet paper off of the roll while staring at his limp penis. She reached between his legs and took his cock between her thumb and forefinger with one hand while making a show of dabbing the head with the toilet paper as she squeezed out the last few drops of urine.

“I, er—don’t know…” He squeaked in reply as she squeezed open the opening of his urethra so that she could see inside before dabbing it one more time for good measure before releasing him. She looked into his face and wished she had a camera to capture his humiliated and utterly abject expression at that moment as she ordered him, “Ok, now put both hands on the floor, like a doggy and spread your legs so I can clean your bottom for you…”

“Ewww… What a nasty, disgusting mess you have made! No wonder you’re seeing a doctor. That’s just gross…” She commented as he bent over and his buttocks parted in front of her. She had helped patients before, and knew that his bowel movement was perfectly normal. However, his endless humiliation added to her arousal at having complete control over his naked body. Deep inside, she did feel a little guilty, but that was quickly erased both by her excitement at the situation and the knowledge that his total humiliation and subjugation was the only way that they could maintain control over him. Teenage boys were notoriously rebellious, she thought.

With only a few swipes of a couple pads of moist toilet paper, she quickly cleaned him up. She continued to wipe him several more times, deliberately wasting toilet paper as she lectured him on hygiene. “You need to take a mirror and look at yourself down here when you are done pooping, David. My goodness, it looks like you barely clean yourself! What a nasty mess you make.” She paused, matching her strokes of paper to the cadence of her words. “Don’t just clean near the hole, you need to wipe all over your entire crack. With such a nasty bowel movement, you must get shit everywhere. What a NASTY little boy you are, David Meyers!” She complained loudly, secretly hoping someone outside the door might hear her.

“I saw how excited you get when someone sticks their finger up inside your poophole.” She told him, changing the subject to have a little fun with him. “I bet you like to do that when you masturbate, don’t you? Stick your finger up into your little hole to make your dick all hard. Do you do that?” She asked him accusingly, rubbing the tip of a toilet paper-covered finger over his anus teasingly.

“No... No ma’am, I would never do that.” He quietly replied, his voice cracking in shame as he felt his cock erecting from the stimulating sensation of having her play with his anus. He groaned in embarrassment as felt her other hand suddenly encase his semi-erect shaft.

She deliberately kept her hand still, as she did not want to masturbate him, but she held and then squeezed his erect organ, both to claim ownership and emphasize her point as she talked. “Then WHY are you getting so hard just from me touching your asshole?” She asked, her voice rising slightly as if she had claimed a great victory over him.

Overwhelmed and shamed both by the conversation and his vulnerable position, David said nothing in reply. Maya held his penis for a few seconds more and then betrayed her true intentions only a little with a perfunctory feel of his scrotum and testicles before she pronounced him clean and bid him to stand up after which both of them washed their hands and left the bathroom.

As David returned to watching television to assuage his humiliation, Maya retreated to her bed. She quickly stripped from the waist down and lay on her back on the bed. Spreading her legs, she shoved her hand down on to her hungry pussy and began masturbating; stimulating her clitoris and labia furiously, while reliving her bathroom experience with David in her head. She could almost feel his cock inside her as she slipped two fingers into her wet vagina, pretending that it was his penis sliding into her. She could still feel the heat of his erection in her hand as she played with asshole, and imagined his cock heating up and swelling inside of her as she pushed a finger up into his ass.

With her eyes closed, and deeply focused on her fantasy world, Maya did not hear Tabby come into the room. Tabby silently watched her sister furiously manipulate her genitals; her legs spread wide, her hips bucking up off of the bed in excitement. She had seen Maya masturbate before, of course, but not with the vigor and arousal that was now splayed before her. She guessed she must have missed something good with David. Though disappointed, she found herself becoming aroused at the site of her sister’s frenzy.

She quietly walked up to the bed and massaged her sister’s buttocks with both hands. Maya opened her eyes to look at her sister, her embarrassment overcome by her excitement as Tabby gently pulled Maya’s fingers out of her pussy and put her own in, and roughly finger-fucked her sister’s tight, wet pussy with two fingers of one hand. With her other hand, Maya unfastened her own pants, and slipped her free hand inside her panties and began to furiously massage her clitoris as she watched her other hand slip in and out of her sister’s pussy.

Maya groaned and moved her hand away, as she saw Tabby bend over and taker her sister’s clitoris between her lips and felt Tabby’s tongue dance madly over the excited nub as her fingers thrusted deeply into Maya’s vagina. Tabby first felt, and then saw May orgasm, as the heat of her sex squeezed Tabby’s fingers in a pulsing motion as her orgasm loudly burst forth.

Maya climaxed seconds later, breathing huskily as she tried, but ultimately failed, to continue licking her sister’s clit while she herself convulsed in orgasmic excitement. Afterwards, both girls lay on the bed, panting and giggling. “I can’t believe you did that to me! You little tart…” Maya mockingly accused her sister.

Each word interrupted by heavy panting. “Hey, if you saw what I saw when I came into the room, you would have done the same thing!” Tabby said, both girls laughing at the memory of their shared experience.

When they had finally regained their breath, Tabby asked her sister what had happened to get her so excited, and Maya explained how she had humiliated David in the bathroom. Tabby laughed.

“Damn! I wish I had been there.” She said, pausing to imagine the scene, and then remembering the scene she had walked in on instead and giggled again as she clasped her sister’s hand. “Well, all things considered, I guess I can’t complain, huh?” She asked, releasing her sister’s hand resting it on the other girl’s naked thigh instead. They stared into each other’s eyes meaningfully for a second. They were sisters, but they were closer than normal sisters because they shared more than normal sisters’ share. They both knew that one day it would have to come to an end. However, for that moment, they lay and basked in the glow of their bond.

Finally, Tabby broke the silence. “Oh yeah, the reason I came in here was to tell you that mom called while you were busy playing with David. She set up an appointment for David to be evaluated by Dr. Scott’s staff tomorrow.”

Maya’s eyes went wide. “Seriously?! How did mom pull that off?” Maya asked her sister. Both girls knew of Dr. Samantha Scott from reading the newsletters of various organizations that their mother belonged to. She ran a “Reproductive Rehabilitation Therapy Center” that was allegedly a sexual counseling and medical center, but in reality a sex clinic ran by women that offered services to wives who wanted to learn how to dominate their husbands. The clinic deliberately kept a very low profile to avoid any publicity that would alert men to its true purpose. But Mrs. Reaves belonged to several professional women’s organizations that were so secretive that the CIA would have had difficulty finding them.

Maya shrugged. “She didn’t say. All that I know is that we are going to take David in to be evaluated tomorrow. Mom is worried that his infection will spread to his reproductive organs and leave him sterile or something…”

“Does he know?” Tabby asked.

“Nope. Mom is going to bring some forms over tonight for his mother to sign, but they don’t want David to know for fear it might spook him or something.” Maya explained, grinning.

Tabby smiled back at her. “Is his mother coming with us?” Tabby asked.

“I don’t know. I don’t think so though. Mom said that you and I will be going and that Ginny, the nurse from David’s doctor’s office, wants to come so that she can meet Dr. Scott. But I think mom is bringing the forms tonight, because she doesn’t expect his mother to be there to admit him tomorrow.” Maya explained.

“Wow… That is so cool… I can’t believe that we are actually going to get to meet her.” Tabby said, idly staring up at the ceiling as she watched Maya put her clothes back on. “I thought her clinic was for like really RICH people, though. How can Mrs. Meyers afford that?” She asked Maya, who was now zipping her jeans.

“Tabby, I don’t know! Mom didn’t tell me the details. She just said that she made some kind of deal with the clinic so that they would evaluate David. She and David’s mom talked on the phone for a while though, and I got the impression that his mother agreed to go along with whatever mom said to be sure that David gets the appropriate care.” Maya explained. “Be sure not to say a word about this in front of David though. We don’t want him any more spooked than he already is, you know.” She warned her sister, as both of them left to watch television with David.

Excited by the prospects of David’s visit to Dr. Scott’s clinic, Mrs. Reaves had invited Ginny to come with her that afternoon when she went to visit David and his mother. Ginny was unfamiliar with the clinic, so Mrs. Reaves explained the public purpose of the clinic, a reproductive treatment and therapy facility, to Ginny as they rode in Mrs. Reaves car. She did not trust Ginny enough to reveal the clinic’s true purpose, but was happy to see Ginny’s obvious excitement when she understood the nature of the ‘therapy’ engaged in at the clinic, not to mention the special “services” that David would be required to perform to pay his way into the clinic, since his mother would be unable to pay the exorbitant fees the clinic charged.

Having a flash of inspiration as they discussed what was to occur, Mrs. Reaves decided that they had time for a stop at Mrs. Boyle’s house. Beth had responded well to David’s sexuality and she thought that Mrs. Boyle and her daughter might be perfect candidates for the clinic themselves in the future. When they arrived at Mrs. Boyle’s front door, they found it ajar. She knew she should probably have knocked, but since the door was open, Mrs. Reaves (followed by Ginny) walked right in to Mrs. Boyle’s living room, announcing themselves as they came in. “Mrs. Boyle? Are you here? This is Mrs. Reaves and I’ve brought Ginny with me from Dr. –“, Mrs. Reaves announced, as both she and Ginny were taken aback at the scene in front of them.

Mrs. Boyle, who was naked except for her bra, lay on the sofa with her legs spread and a strange man’s face buried in her pussy. Mrs. Boyle held tightly to the sides of his head, grinding her genitals against his face as held her buttocks with both hands as he stimulated her with lips and tongue. She blushed furiously upon seeing Mrs. Reaves and Ginny and made a half-hearted effort to get Mr. Foley to stop what he was doing. If he knew that they had company, it did not seem to matter to him, as he ignored her and continued to work his tongue in and out of her vagina.

“Ohhh… Ohhh… I’m terribly sorry, Mrs. Reaves. This… This is Mr. Foley my next door neighbor.” Mrs. Boyle explained, wrapping her legs around Mr. Foley before throwing her head back and moaning as she was overcome by her third orgasm. Mrs. Reaves smiled at her, but said nothing and turned her attention to the overstuffed chair which sat a few feet from the sofa. She noticed Ginny staring, mouth wide-open, at Beth who was sitting on the chair, her legs wide apart and resting over the top of each armrest.

Beth’s eyes shifted to where Mrs. Reaves and Ginny stood, but she couldn’t speak, as her mouth was full of Ted’s cock. Beth and her two boyfriends were both completely naked. The older boy, who Ginny would later learn was Mr. Foley’s oldest son Ted, stood to the right of the chair so that his groin was at the same level as Beth’s mouth, which he was exuberantly fucking. He glanced at the two women and immediately blushed, but could not speak to them through all of the sensations that were coming from his cock. Ginny noted that the cheeks on Beth’s mouth and the cheeks of Ted’s buttocks were both dimpled in the heat of their sexual congress.

The younger boy stood between Beth’s legs, finger fucking her with one hand while her hand rapidly pistoned back and forth over his enflamed penis. Randy’s eyes went wide when he realized that he was being watched, but he lacked the will to pull himself away from Beth’s hand. “Sorry…”, he mumbled to them and groaned as he thrust himself in Beth’s hand.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Foley”, Mrs. Reaves said to the older man, as calmly as if she had walked in to a tea party. But it was not Mr. Foley, but Randy and Beth who she walked over to. She stood next to Randy and spoke to him, placing one hand on his buttocks to guide him as she spoke.

“Tut-tut, my boy.” She chided him. “Don’t be so shy! Can’t you see that she is ready for you? Come on now…” She instructed him. To Randy’s shock, she pulled Beth’s hand off his penis as she pushed him against the chair by his buttocks.

Randy protested, but she swatted his butt and shushed him. “Just you be quiet, and listen to Mrs. Reaves. You may as well learn now that it’s not nice to tease a girl like that with your dick. Now play fair and let her have it.” She instructed him, as she took his erection in her hand, stroking his penis from the head all of the way down to where it met his scrotum. She gently steered him with the hand on his buttock so that his penis was directly in front of Beth’s pink pussy, still glistening wet from having sex with Randy’s father.

“Ok, now just pop it inside her and watch how happy you will make her, dear.” Mrs. Reaves said as she put the tip of the boy’s penis against Beth’s vagina and held it as she pushed on the boy’s buttocks until she was able to push it all of the way inside. Randy’s eyes bulged as Mrs. Reaves stole his virginity with one push and he found himself buried to the hilt inside the pussy of the girl next door. His mind reeling at the tight, wet heat squeezing against his penis, he immediately bucked against her, feeling Mrs. Reaves hand massaging his butt as he repeatedly thrust himself inside the girl.

Surprised by the invasion, Beth nevertheless groaned in excitement as she felt Randy’s cock pumping inside her. She rolled Ted’s penis around in her mouth, then licked the underside of his shaft before taking the heated rod firmly between her lips and sucking hard. She was unsure of how she felt about the boy coming inside of her mouth, but she wanted to prove herself to her mother, so she was determined not to let go of him until she tasted his semen.

Mrs. Reaves watched Beth suck the older boy’s cock approvingly. She was glad that Mrs. Boyle was pushing her daughter to be more active sexually. It also confirmed her opinion that Mrs. Boyle and her daughter would be perfect for the clinic. She watched as Randy began fucking Beth with real gusto, now that some of his shyness was gone. She gently massaged both of his buttocks with her hands, stimulating him further as she felt his ass tighten up as his climax approached. She noticed that Ted was also close to climaxing as Beth, with her hands now freed up, now held his scrotum in one hand as she sucked him.

Following Mrs. Reaves example, Ginny stood behind Ted and pushed her body up tightly against his naked form and held his buttocks in her hands and whispered into his ear. “Good boy… Now fuck that mouth harder! Come on, show her what your big dick can do my little boy…” She said to him, managing to get her hand between his buttocks as Beth sucked him.

“Oh God!” Ted yelled out, nearly choking Beth with his cock as he pushed it in as far as it would go as a massive glob of semen exploded out of his penis and on to the back of Beth’s throat. “I’m coming!” He shouted, unnecessarily as it was obvious to everyone in the room. Ginny giggled as she felt his buttocks pinch her hand hard as his whole body tightened up with the force of his ejaculation. She reached around with one hand and found Beth’s finger’s wrapped around Ted’s scrotum. Beth released the furry bag and gripped Ted’s body with both hands as he repeatedly thrust in and out of her mouth, firing a hot, white burst of liquid fire into her with each explosion. Ginny enveloped his tight sac in her hands as she pressed her bosom against his back, making sure he felt her body against him.

With his cock buried deeply inside of Beth’s heat, Randy witnessed his brother’s orgasm and watched as the older boy pumped his erection in and out of the neighbor girls’ mouth. He had never seen his brother have an orgasm and he paused inside of Beth, feeling her pussy squeeze him in rhythm with his brother’s orgasm. He was so fascinated at being so privileged to witness the scene that he nearly forgot what he was doing as he watched his brother’s penis accidentally slip out of Beth’s mouth spew cum all over her face and breasts.

Realizing that the older boy’s orgasm had distracted Randy for a second, Mrs. Reaves quickly separated Randy’s buttocks and found the entrance to his anus with one finger. Without pausing, she quickly pushed past the sphincter muscle until she was able to slide her finger up into the boy’s butt as far as it would go. Randy gasped at the intrusion and looked back at her, but she ignored him. She pushed against his buttock with her free hand while her other hand located the small bump of his prostate inside his anal passage and began to firmly stroke it.

Feeling his first ejaculation coming up from deep inside of him like a ballistic missile shooting out of a straw, Randy threw his head back and screamed in pleasure and shock as Mrs. Reaves finger in his ass supercharged his orgasm to the point that he thought he might pass out. Wave after wave of semen exploded deep inside the girl’s pussy as Randy felt his life being pushed out of him by Mrs. Reaves finger inside his ass and into the vagina of the girl next door.

Beth had to take Ted’s penis out of her mouth as she felt herself climax again as she felt the younger boy firing little bombs of liquid heat deep inside of her. She sat up and wrapped both arms around Randy’s back and squeezed their naked body’s together as she ground her pelvis tightly against the younger boy, trying to push his penis inside of her as deeply as it would go. Beth and Randy cried out together as their orgasms seemed to last forever, powered by Mrs. Reaves ruthless digit buried in Randy’s backside that was determined to milk his prostate bone dry.

Ted held his wilting cock in his hand and watched in awe as his younger brother and Beth fucked like animals in front of everyone else in the room. Even his father and Mrs. Boyle watched the two adolescents fuck each other as though their lives depended on it, hands now all over each other’s bodies. Sweat had broken out on both bodies as their orgasm began to cool, but they continued to fuck anyway, until Randy’s erection no longer responded to Mrs. Reaves administrations and finally began to soften. Satisfied with the outcome, Mrs. Reaves finally gently removed her finger from Randy’s bottom and lightly smacked his buttocks to wordlessly communicate “Good Job!” as Randy and Beth quickly began putting on their clothes, soon followed by everyone else.

As the heat of passion cooled, excitement was replaced by embarrassment for Beth and the two boys as they dressed in front of an audience of adults. While Beth understood that this was part of her “treatment”, the two brothers were almost unwilling participants. Mrs. Boyle had continued to talk about their reaction to seeing Beth naked, even going so far as to pinching Randy’s penis through his pants at one point, shocking both boys with her rude familiarity. With their father’s quiet acquiescence, they soon found themselves naked and put into service to Beth as part of her “therapy”. With Beth’s help, Mrs. Boyle soon had the two teenage boys far too excited to even consider saying “no” or objecting to sexually performing in front of the adults.

Mrs. Boyle was delighted with the outcome as she had watched Beth finally accept responsibility for her sexuality and started becoming the sexual person that her mother knew that she was deep down. Still, she knew that the girl’s participation was still coerced and reluctant, but it was a definite step in the right direction. But what delighted Mrs. Boyle the most was that she had been able to use the situation to finally start a sexual relationship with her neighbor Mr. Foley, which she had tried, unsuccessfully, to do for over a year now. Mr. Foley was polite to the point of being obtuse, and his good manners had frustrated her at every turn. But, like his sons, Mr. Foley was unable to say “no” once he witnessed her daughter’s raw sexuality. She knew she was going to have fun with him, she considered. And if she got tired of him after a year or two, there was always his oldest son, Ted, whose nude body Mrs. Boyle could not stop from admiring, even as she was having sex with his father. She mentally put Ted on her “to-do” list.

Mrs. Reaves watched the participants get dressed as she made her own plans. She had realized early on that Mrs. Boyle would potentially be a valuable ally to her, but she now knew that she had dramatically underestimated how far Beth’s mother would go to achieve her aims. Her good fortune at arriving at Mrs. Boyle’s house at just the right time almost felt like providence to her. She immediately saw the possibilities in her situation and quickly changed her plans to include the new players. She was not just happy for herself, however, but for the endless possibilities that she saw for her daughters as she watched the two boys talk among themselves as everyone -- except Beth -- put on their clothes.

Not wanting to lose her opportunity, Mrs. Reaves immediately took charge of the situation, introducing herself to the Foleys, and thanking them for helping with Beth’s therapy in coming to terms with her sexuality. She explained why Beth had to remain naked as part of her therapy and used that as a lead in to a description of the Dr. Scott’s clinic. The clinic would be the perfect place to determine if David’s infection was impacting is sexual abilities, she explained. While he was evaluated, David would also receive therapy for his own sexual inhibition issues that potentially affected his future happiness as an adult. Mrs. Reaves deliberately directed her description of how the clinic could help David mature sexually to Mrs. Boyle, whom she knew would be receptive to the idea.

“Oh my, did you hear that Beth?” Mrs. Boyle asked her daughter, who was still lost in memories of being penetrated by Randy, and had not been paying attention. She could not admit to that in front of all of these adults, of course. She would look like an idiot. “Yes, mother.” She lied.

“Doesn’t that sound like it would be simply perfect for you?” Mrs. Boyle asked.

Beth crossed her legs, trying to shield herself from Ted’s steady gaze. She absently-minded agreed with her mother. Ted gave her an irritated look. While he had enjoyed being in her mouth, he had really wanted to be between her legs, but had missed his shot when Beth’s mother had all but coerced Beth into giving him a blow job. Then he became so excited, he barely noticed it when his younger brother got to her pussy before him. Now he was even being denied the opportunity to look at her there…

“Mrs. Reaves, do you think Beth could get an appointment at the clinic as well? It sounds like exactly what she needs? And she and David are already so familiar with one another?” Mrs. Boyle asked the older woman.

“Of course, dear, that is exactly what brought me here. I think that Beth’s mere presence at the clinic would have huge benefits for both her and David. I think it will be a wonderfully broadening experience for them both as well as having tremendous therapeutic value, of course.” Mrs. Reaves replied, hardly believing how well all of the pieces were falling into place for her. Just two pieces left, she thought…

“Mr. Foley, I wanted to thank you again for allowing your boys here to help out Beth.” She told Mr. Foley, walking over to wear Randy stood and patting down his body from shoulders to thighs with both hands as she spoke, deliberately touching him everywhere through his clothes, even his buttocks and genitals. “They are both wonderful specimens of young manhood and exactly what Beth needs.” She explained, patting down Ted in the same way she had his younger brother, familiarizing herself with the feel of their bodies, as well as asserting her right to touch them wherever she pleased.

Standing back from them she made a point of looking them over again, from head to toe. “Given that, like David, both of them are now sexually experienced with Beth, I was wondering if you would mind if they accompanied her to the clinic. I know it’s a lot to ask of you, but I feel that they are critical to her therapy. As an additional benefit, their participation in her therapy will also provide them with education and a firm foundation for being sexually active adults.” She explained, now looking at Mr. Foley.

Mrs. Boyle stood by Mr. Foley and had discretely reached into the back of his pants, slipping her hand into his underpants. Her fingers slid between his buttocks and teased his asshole as she reached over and whispered into his ear. “Please… Do it for me…” She asked him. He shuddered at the sensation as he felt his cock engorge again in his pants. He looked at Beth’s naked form and then back at his two boys. While he knew he was going to have fun with her mother, he would not have objected to an opportunity to fuck Beth himself. Though part of the back of his mind questioned how much it would really help his sons, since they were already sexually active with the girl, he saw no point in refusing them permission to go with her. “Sure, I think that would be a great opportunity for Ted and Randy. Give me whatever permission slips you have and I will sign them.” He said, groaning slightly in response to the devilish hand that was playing with his butt.

“Wonderful!” Mrs. Reaves exclaimed, pulling a stack of papers from her bag she distributed them to Mr. Foley and Mrs. Boyle. Here are the permissions we will need as long as instructions for preparing the teenagers for the experience. They may need to stay there for a few nights, so I hope that that will be ok?” Mrs. Reaves asked.

Mrs. Boyle smiled wickedly and pinched Mr. Foley’s buttock meaningfully as both parents gave their permission.

Mrs. Reaves smiled back at her and, after requesting to talk privately to the parents, explained what the teenagers should bring with them, and what they should not. Beth’s clothing requirements (like David’s) would be minimal as the facility permitted minimal clothing during therapy, as it just got in the way of treatment.

When they were done talking, Mrs. Reaves called David’s mother and explained the change of plans to her. She explained that five other teenagers would be accompanying David to the clinic and participating in his therapy: David, Beth, Ted, Randy, Maya and Tabby. She included her daughters as therapeutic role models for David, as well as willing assistants in the process. Though Mrs. Meyers sounded surprised, she indicated that she trusted Mrs. Reaves implicitly and if Mrs. Reaves thought it would help David with his problems, she had her one-hundred percent support.

Mrs. Meyers expressed her concern about how this would all be paid for, as she was certain such extensive therapy must be expensive. Mrs. Reaves then explained the special program work-therapy program that David and the other teenagers would be in while they were there. In exchange for their services to the clinic, therapy would be provided to them for free. Mrs. Reaves deliberately failed to mention the nature of the “work”. Oppressed by her financial concerns, Mrs. Meyers was so overjoyed at getting something for nothing, it did not occur to her to ask what sort of services the teenagers would be required to provide, and she enthusiastically gave her permission, promising to sign whatever forms would be required before David left for therapy.

Next, Mrs. Reaves asked to talk to her daughter, Maya. She trusted her older daughter implicitly, and instructed Maya on David’s preparation for going to the clinic. Maya giggled when her mother explained how David was to be dressed for his visit, immediately realizing all of the possibilities. Mrs. Reaves then explained to her their good fortune at walking in on Mrs. Boyle’s orgy at the right time. She described, in intimate detail, Randy and Ted’s performances as well as how she thought they could be brought under their control.

After reminding her daughter to say as little about her plans as possible, Mrs. Reaves hung up the phone. Reminding Mr. Foley and Mrs. Boyle that time was short, as the teenagers were supposed to be at the clinic tomorrow, she hastily departed so that they all would have time to pack and get ready for an early departure the next morning.