MFF
RELUC
by Picker
A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the cobbled
harbour causeway. The threadbare soles of his white yacht shoes did
little to cushion the rough surface.
He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small pension where,
for a few francs he had stayed the night. He reached into the pocket of
his white trousers, which were already grubby and dusty from his
journey, finding the piece of newspaper, which carried the
advertisement.
"Wanted Cabin boy" fit and able. Motor Vessel 'Sobsel' requires young
person for a variety of duties at sea. Cruising June to January,
applicants must be smart, energetic and be prepared to take on a
variety of sea-going duties.
Apply Bo'sun, MV 'Sobsel' SW Harbour, Antibes.
Peter looked at the advertisement and returned it to his trouser
pocket, next to his passport.
He noticed that the larger vessels were moored further down the
causeway, around the curve of the harbour, their mooring ropes pointing
towards the smart cafe's and restaurants that were the habitue‚ of the
very rich. He put his hand to his forehead in a salute, shielding his
eyes from the bright sunlight, which reflected from the blue waters of
the harbour.
He could see several large yachts and beyond them a series of smart
motor vessels. All of the motor vessels appeared to be of the ocean
going type, sleek and expensive with a plethora of radar and
communication devices bristling from the top of their bridges and
wheelhouses. Peter walked on, not really knowing which type of vessel
to look for. He strode quickly, but it was another ten minutes before
he was able to read the names on the sides of the large motor vessels.
"Sobsel", the name was etched in chromium plate on the side of the
largest ship in the harbour. His heart sank as he realised that his
prospects of gaining employment aboard such a vessel would be slim. He
looked down at his dusty and dishevelled white shirt and trousers,
unconsciously excusing his own appearance for the effort he had made in
walking twenty miles.
The gangplank of the ship was finished in fine hardwood; it's many
coats of lacquer glistening in the bright sunlight. Peter shrugged his
shoulders and walked towards the two gendarmes, who were leaning
against the gangplank rails, they both looked bored and irritated by
the heat of the day. As he approached they made a halfhearted attempt
to stand to attention, moving slowly they stood together barring his
way to the ship.
The taller of the two looked him up and down and grunted incoherently,
lifting his chin in a questioning gesture. Peter, without thinking,
addressed them in English. "I have come to see the bo'sun of this ship,
er... about the job of cabin boy."
Peter hoped that their English was good enough for them to understand
him. "Wait!" was the only reply he received. Peter watched as the man
walked slowly up the gangplank on to ship. Peter eyed the other
policeman who was now standing in the centre of the gangplank, eyeing
him warily. Peter shrugged and stood back feigning disinterest.
Unknown to either of them was that their every movement was being
observed from the ship. "I think we might have found our cabin boy".
The dainty hand of the captain placed the binoculars down on to the
highly polished surface of her desk. She looked across the wheelhouse
to the bo'sun. "Miranda, why don't you take a look?" Miranda laughed at
her friend. "The trouble with you my pretty little captain is that you
are too impatient. You've interviewed over twenty prospective cabin
boys already and you must admit none have come up to standard. Mind
you, this one does look scrummy."
Miranda raised her own glasses and looked in more detail at the boy who
was aimlessly pacing around the paved area at the end of the gangplank.
"I think you could be right, certainly the physique looks good. Are you
going to put him through the interview process, then we could get a
better look at him through the closed circuit cameras."
The captain lifted up the phone and talked quickly for several minutes.
When she had finished she sat back in her chair and opened the collar
of her uniform. Miranda watched avidly as the captain undid the rest of
the buttons of her white tunic. She ran her hand over her perfectly
formed breasts, teasing the nipples between her delicate fingers.
Abruptly she stood up and walked to the far end of the wheelhouse,
carelessly throwing her uniformed jacket on to the desk. She reached up
to one of the cupboards, which was set into the wall. Her tanned torso
revealed lithe muscles and sinew beneath the smooth flesh as she
stretched.
She slid open the door and took out a long leather strap. She ran her
hand down the full length of the heavy hide, grasping the solid calf
handle she wrapped her delicate fingers around it, her bright red nails
in stark contrast to the rugged dark brown leather.
Miranda looked apprehensive as the beautiful young woman turned towards
her. She looked at the captain's magnificent breasts, marvelling at
their size and firmness. Miranda had seen her friend naked many times
and had had the pleasure of being seduced by her and the pain of being
punished by her but she could not help feeling a thrill as she stood in
awe of her magnificent figure.
"You need not worry this time Miranda, I have a small disciplinary
measure to take care of, but it is not for you this time so relax. Will
you call the duty officers and tell them to bring Gillian to me. I
think she should be in the galley preparing tea."
It was only a few moments after Miranda had picked up the telephone
that a tall girl entered the wheelhouse. She was dressed, as were all
the crew, in a white tunic top with a short matching white skirt. Her
tanned legs were bare, the white deck shoes she was wearing made no
sound as she entered the room. "We have brought rating Gillian Saunders
Ma'am, She is waiting outside with duty officer Williams. Shall we
bring her in?"
The duty officer showed no surprise at seeing her captain bared to the
waist.
"Yes you know the routine. Strip her in here and then bring her through
to my office." The captain walked through the door at the end of the
room and entered her private office. The room was magnificently
furnished with a large ornate desk and several leather chairs.
Pictures of various schooners were hung on the walls, along with
antique ship's clocks. Glass cabinets held various historical brass
sextants and navigational items. One cabinet held an assortment of
telescopes that had been lovingly preserved.
In the centre of the room stood a low bench, the top covered in
matching leather to the chairs.
The captain watched as the naked girl was brought forcefully into the
room. The pretty duty officers held her firmly by each arm as they sat
her on the end of the bench. Quickly they grasped her legs and bent
them up and over her chest, raising her bottom several inches off the
end of the bench. They both knelt at each side of the girl and held her
legs firmly.
The captain moved forward and stood over the pretty young girl. She
noted that she had started to tremble, her pretty face flushed and
blushing as the duty officers spread her legs wide apart. The plump
flesh of her bottom was stretched tight, revealing the neat pink
rosebud of her anus.
"Gillian you have been a naughty girl and you know I have to punish
you." The captain leaned forward and stroked her fingers gently down
the inside of the girl's thigh. "Be a good girl and take your
punishment." She slid her hand over the soft flesh of the girl's shaven
pubis and parted the plump lips with her delicate fingers. "Miranda
would you come here?"
Miranda, who had been observing the procedure from the open doorway,
walked through and knelt down facing the girl’s upturned buttocks. She
took the small tube of gel she was carrying and, opening the top,
smeared the lubricant over her fingers.
As the captain took her hand away from the girl's pubis, Miranda
immediately placed one hand between the girl's bottom cheeks and the
other over her smooth pubic mound. Expertly she parted the labia and
slipped a finger into the moist orifice, watching the knuckle disappear
into the trembling girl's most private part.
"You have been a silly girl haven't you Gillian." Miranda spoke gently
and lovingly as she moving her finger quickly in and out of the
blushing girl's vagina. "It won't be long now and it will soon be
over." She cooed as she deftly slipped a second finger into the
trembling girl.
With her other hand she gently stroked between the cheeks of her
bottom, locating the tight opening of her anus. "Let's just pop a
finger in here and open you up a bit." She murmured as she probed the
opening.
"There we are, that's a good girl. She felt the sphincter try to
contract as she pushed her lubricated finger straight up into the tight
orifice. Miranda expertly manipulated her fingers inside the girl,
occasionally running a fingernail over the erect clitoris. She worked
diligently for several minutes until she felt the telltale signs of
acute arousal.
The captain looked down at the trembling body of the young girl, noting
the anguished expression on her face as it became suffused in a red
blush. The girl's lips were parted and she had begun to breathe heavily
as Miranda quickened the pace of her fingers.
"Three strokes, I think." Miranda took her cue and once more speeded up
the tempo of her fingers buried deep in the girl's vagina, at the same
time she pushed hard with her other hand impaling the girl's bottom
with the length of her forefinger.
The captain stood back and raised the heavy leather strap above her
right shoulder.
Miranda sensed that the girl was close to orgasm; the flesh of her
vagina was contracting and expanding involuntarily against her fingers.
Quickly she pulled her hands away, feeling the tight flesh of the
sphincter shudder as she withdrew her fingers. Miranda moved quickly
aside as the captain brought the heavy leather strap down hard against
the timid flesh of the trembling girl.
Whap. The strap bit into the tender flesh, wrapping itself intimately
around the tightly stretched buttocks.
The girl screamed, arching her shoulders back and thrusting her young
breasts upwards. Almost immediately the captain raised the strap again
and brought it down hard. The heavy leather singing through the air
towards it's target.
Whap. The second stroke smacked into the centre of her upturned bottom,
the thick leather imprinting its form on her captive flesh. The girl
tossed her head from side to side, her breath exhaling in a violent
hiss as the shock of painful lash coursed through her body.
"Arrgggghhhhh...nooo ..ooo" The girl screamed, unable to control her
pain. "Pleeeessse, argggghhh,, noo more." Her body was trembling from
head to toe as she pleaded with her tormentors. The captain quickly
raised the strap again and brought it down again, this time against the
sensitive juncture between the girl's thighs and buttocks, it's broad
imprint was accompanied by a loud slap as the leather once more found
it's target.
The girl bucked as if she had been electrocuted, her lips drawn back in
a grimace as she fought the pain. "Arrrggghhh.... Arrrrrggggghhh" She
cried. Her limbs trembled and quivered as she tossed her head to left
and then right as the pain coursed through her body.
It had been no more than ten seconds between the first and last stroke
as Miranda quickly took up her position between the girl's widely
parted legs. Quickly she probed the trembling flesh of her vagina and
pushed her finger rudely up inside the girl. "There, there, it's all
over now, try and relax there's a good girl. Her soothing words
contrasted against the quickening fingers of her hand. Miranda slipped
her other hand between the girl's parted buttocks and gently but
firmly, pushed her forefinger back up into the girl's bottom.
"There you are you are going to cum soon."
The captain put down her strap as she spoke and kneeled down beside the
distraught girl's head. She leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting
her tongue deep into her mouth.
Casually, the younger of the two duty officers, grasped one of the
girl's nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed hard. Gillian
could not control herself, she felt her body tense as wave after wave
of sexual sensation coursed through her body. She managed to draw air
into her lungs just before she felt her captain's lips once more close
over her mouth. Skilfully the girls brought their captive to new
heights of sensation as they caressed and speared her body.
Veronica smiled to herself. It was always the same thought she had as
she pursued her pleasures. Being captain of the "Sobsel" was a true
fulfilment, a job that provided her with limitless pleasure and
satisfaction. To have one's whims and desires catered for so completely
was a privilege that few would enjoy in their lives. She bent once more
over the distraught body of the young girl and whispered to her. "There
my pretty young thing, we are just going to make you cum once more
before we let you up."
Her softly spoken words seemed to inflame the girl to new passion. She
could not help screaming as she felt Miranda push a second finger deep
inside her vagina. The second duty officer smoothed her carefully
manicured nails down over the girl's heaving tummy and cruelly pinched
the exposed clitoris. "Arrrrgggghhh... arggggh." Gillian screamed as
she reached her second orgasm. "Arrgggh..oooooohhhh pleeeeease" Miranda
smiled to herself as she felt the walls of the vagina contract
violently against her fingers.
"There we are, you are a good girl. Now let’s have a nice big cum this
time." She spoke softly as she deliberately thrust her finger hard up
into the young girl's bottom, curling it upwards as she furiously moved
the fingers of her other hand in a deep circular motion inside the
timid girl's vagina.
Gillian's body tensed in one violent spasm, her legs and torso locked
rigid as she reached her second orgasm. Suddenly she started to quiver
from head to foot and screamed uncontrollably
"arrrggggghhhhh... argggggghhhh...ooooohhhhhh." She thrashed her head
from side to side as paroxysms of emotion overtook her body.
They watched intently as Gillian's body trembled and shook, before her
emotions subsided. Her lungs gasped for breath as small tremors ran
through her body. Her full breasts heaved upwards as she fought to take
in air. Miranda gently reduced the motion of her fingers until there
was no movement. Gently she withdrew her finger from the girl's tender
bottom and pressed her hand firmly against the crease between her
buttocks.
"There you relax and we'll get you comfortable, there's a good girl.
The captain spoke gently and tenderly, ending the sentence by kissing
the distraught girl lovingly on the lips.
The duty officers, their faces flushed with excitement, carefully let
the girl's legs down so that her feet were able to touch the floor at
either side of the bench. Miranda withdrew her fingers from between the
girl's legs and bottom and stood up. She looked at the captain and
smiled.
"Not a bad little interlude before morning coffee, wouldn't you say."
The captain looked at Miranda. They had been friends for over three
years now and yet Veronica was often forced to laugh at Miranda's
impudence and "off the cuff" humour.
"I hope our cabin boy was not able to hear anything of this in his
little interview room."
Veronica laughed once more. "Don't worry dear Miranda, I'm sure he is
being kept quite busy filling out our questionnaire."
The captain turned to Gillian who was being helped up to a sitting
position by the two duty officers. The girl winced as her weight was
transferred to her tender buttocks. "The girl's will take you down to
the medical office, ask them to put some antiseptic cream on that sore
bottom of yours." Gillian looked at her captain, her flushed, blushing
cheeks and trembling lips a testament to her ordeal. "I.. I'mm." Tears
fell down her cheeks before she could complete her sentence.
The captain bent forward and gently lifted the distraught girl under
the arms until she was standing upright. Veronica put her arms around
her and kissed her on tenderly on the lips. Their naked breasts touched
together, their nipples pushing softly into each other's flesh.
"You'll be alright in a few moments, I'll get one of the girls to make
you some tea. Then you can go to the medical office by my private
stairway so you won't have to get dressed until they've seen to your
bottom."
Veronica ran her fingers gently over the girl's naked breasts as she
spoke softly to her.
"The girls will carry your clothes. I want you to tell the doctor that
I would like her to prepare to give someone a full medical examination
in about an hour's time. She can call me if she needs any details, but
if you tell her I am interviewing a cabin boy I am sure she will
understand. Gillian nodded her head. She looked at her captain, her
eyes could not conceal the look of love and supplication she felt. "Yes
Ma'am I will tell her."
The captain looked across at the young boy seated before her and then
back to the resume she held in her hands. Peter had been taken to a
small reception room and had been asked to fill in a questionnaire. The
questionnaire was detailed and if answered thoroughly, quite revealing.
The reception room had been made deliberately drab, belying the
opulence of the rest of the ship. It was ideal for meeting petty port
officials or customs officers.
Peter had been sat at the small desk for nearly two hours when the
pretty young duty officer had come to collect him. She had noticed he
was still writing and had gently pulled the sheaf of forms from under
his pen. "That will have to do, if the captain needs anymore
information I am sure it will be asked for." She had deliberately not
referred to the captain as "She" leaving any look of surprise for the
captain to deal with.
Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. He felt gauche and out of
place against the luxurious setting of the captain's office. He looked
down at his clothes and his deck shoes, feeling ill at ease and in
contrast to the captain's crisp white uniform. He looked at the young
woman sat behind the desk. She was astoundingly beautiful, her emerald
green eyes were quite the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her mouth
was small and her lips were shaped with a small dimple at either side
of the mouth. Her beauty and the surroundings of her office did little
to bolster his confidence.
She leaned forward and began to question him, her tunic unable to
conceal the full-unfettered breasts beneath.
She had quickly read the answers within the questionnaire and noted the
salient points. No parents - saving to go to university next year.
Hoping to find employment and new friends on the beautiful southern
coast of France.
She questioned him for about half an hour, although she had made up her
mind in the first five minutes of the interview, she wanted to watch
for clues or tell tale signs of bravado or aggressiveness.
"Well Peter, there are one or two things you need to know and agree to.
This ship is well disciplined and tardiness, lateness and laziness are
not tolerated. On board ship, you will obey the officers, whatever you
are asked to do, without hesitation. Do you understand that?"
"Err..er Yes Miss." Peter replied hesitantly.
Veronica had been careful to avoid the boy knowing that the entire
crew, apart from himself, was female. She had referred to the crew as
officers or ratings.
"Good, you need not worry about clothes, we have uniforms and a
seamstress on board. Likewise toiletries and personal effects can be
bought from the ships store. I assume you have little or no money, is
that correct?" Peter blushed but nodded his head. "I only have a few
francs, Miss."
"You will address me as Ma'am or Captain Soames"
"Yes Ma'am" Peter replied. Veronica was pleased to note that the boy
did not try to be familiar or adopt a humorous persona, had he done so
she would have terminated the interview forthwith and let him go on his
way.
"Right I am prepared to offer you employment, providing that you are
medically fit of course. Have you had a medical examination recently?"
"Er.. no Ma'am, not since I was at school."
"Have you had any, sexually transmitted diseases.?"
Veronica was delighted to see the boy instantly blush a deep red as she
asked the question.
"Oh no Ma'am" He protested.
"Well you must have had sexual relationships, are you homosexual?"
Peter's face flushed an even brighter red.
"Oh no Ma'am.. I mean I haven't had er.. er sex with anyone.. er and
I'm er..not homosexual."
Veronica delighted in the youth's embarrassment and his reply.
"Alright Peter, I will see if I can get the ships medical officer to
see you now, if you are pronounced fit and well, then I might see you
later to welcome you officially onboard. That is of course if you would
like to take the job."
"Oh Yes please Miss.....er I mean Ma'am."
Veronica smiled and pushed a pile of forms forward across her desk to
the young boy.
"You will have to sign these, I can leave you to read through them if
you like or I can tell you their content."
"Yes please Ma'am.. I mean if you would tell me."
Veronica smiled and explained that they were merely his affirmation
that he would abide by the rules and disciplines of the ship.
She watched as the boy signed the last sheet of the pile of forms, she
realised he was blissfully unaware of exactly what he was signing. She
pressed a bell and waited until the pretty duty officer entered. Claire
I would like you to take Peter Jones to the ships Medical Office, Peter
has applied for the job of ship's cabin boy and will, all being well,
be joining us.
Peter followed the pretty young officer along the walkways and
stairways to the lower decks. He would have liked to ask her questions,
but the girl walked quickly in front of him, easily negotiating the
stairways and corridors with a deft familiarity. Peter watched her
pretty bottom and legs as she led him along the corridors and stairways.
She stopped at the entrance to a long corridor and turned to him. "We
are on Deck 'C' if you ever loose your way" She smiled and approached a
door along the corridor, which had a brass plaque set into it. The
plaque read "Medical Officer".
The young girl immediately knocked on the door and without waiting for
a reply opened it. She turned and beckoned him to follow. Peter found
himself in a spacious reception area. There was a large desk upon which
was a word processor and telephone switchboard.
Behind the desk sat a slender and pretty young girl. She was not in
ship's uniform, but wore a blue and white striped short-sleeved blouse.
Her hair was tied back into a neat bun. Her lightly tanned face bore no
traces of makeup apart from a little eye shadow, which accented her
dark brown eyes beneath the thin wire frames of her glasses. Her tanned
arms were slender and her hands neat and delicate. Peter, once more
feeling ill at ease, looked down at his own dishevelled appearance.
He looked round at the room as the girl's exchanged pleasantries. There
were several modern leather seated chairs arranged against the wall, on
the opposite wall was a chromium plated weighing scale which stood next
to a height chart on the wall.
Next to the chart was a small curtained screen on castors. The screen
was about four feet high. Behind the screen was a small desk with
bottles and jars on top of it and behind the desk a small stainless
steel sink.
"I'll leave you here and come and collect you when you are finished."
The young duty officer smiled at him and left the room.
"Can I help you?" The young girl looked up at Peter from her desk, her
lips drawn back in a professional smile revealing sparkling white teeth.
"Er.. yes Miss.. er... the captain has sent me for a medical." Peter
stammered his reply.
"What name is it please?" She asked without looking up. Instead tapping
the keys of her computer and peering into the screen.
"Peter Jones, Miss."
The young girl tapped several keys and then slowly looked up at the
boy. She paused before delivering the lines she had been relishing.
"Ah yes, you are next in to see the medical officer. Would you strip
please, you can put your clothes on the chair behind you."
Peter could not believe his ears, nor could he help the blood rushing
to his cheeks as she said the words.
"Er... what Miss?"
The girl looked at him directly, her face betraying none of the
excitement she felt.
“Take off your clothes and put them on the chair behind you.” Before
Peter could reply or protest she turned back to her computer and began
to type.
Peter was left standing in the middle of the room feeling foolish. He
wanted to protest, but could think of nothing to say. To have to take
his clothes off in front of the young girl filled him with
embarrassment. She could only be a year or so older than himself, he
thought.
Resignedly he bent down to take off his shoes and socks. He carefully
placed his socks inside his shoes and pushed them beneath the leather
chair. Looking towards the girl for confirmation he began to unbutton
his shirt. The girl did not look up although she was well aware of his
reaction to her command. She continued typing, her peripheral vision
keeping her informed of the boy's progress.
Peter took his shirt off, his face was burning red as he laid the
garment on the chair behind him. He looked across at the girl once more
for some confirmation that he was to take off his trousers. The girl
continued with her work, leaving him no alternative but to continue
undressing. He unbuttoned his trousers and with acute embarrassment
took them off. He placed them over the chair and stood up in his brief
underpants. He looked across at the young girl feeling utterly foolish
at being made to strip in front of her. The cool moving air from the
room's air-conditioning teased the tiny hairs on his skin, accentuating
his nakedness.
Nikki continued to type, although she was well aware that the boy was
now down to his underpants.
"Er.. I'm ready Miss." Peter stammered.
Nikki looked up and gave the boy a professional smile. "Come over here
Peter and stand by the side of my desk." Shame-faced he moved toward
the desk as she took a series of printed forms from her drawer and
placed them in a clipboard.
"Now lets see." She looked down and perused the forms as Peter stood at
her desk. He felt awkward and embarrassed, acutely aware of the brevity
of his worn underpants.
Without getting up she wheeled her chair to the side of the desk so
that her knees were only inches away from the boy's shins. Peter could
not help look down at her. Her slender legs were bared to mid thigh,
her short navy-blue skirt revealing the smoothness of her lightly
tanned limbs.
Her dainty feet wore flat soles, which were held by delicate thongs,
criss-crossing her shapely ankles and ending in a small bow at mid calf.
Nikki was well aware of the effect she was having on the blushing
youth, his face betraying the utter shame and embarrassment he felt.
" Right... height and weight... er...we can do that in a moment. Have
you any distinguishing marks or abnormalities?" She looked up into the
boy's face, watching him blush profusely as she asked the question.
"Er.. n'no Miss." Peter stammered as he looked at the pretty young girl
seated before him. Nikki paused before delivering her 'coup de grace'.
She deliberately looked up into the boy's face making sure that his
eyes met hers.
"No marks... good, now just slip your underpants off for me and place
the palms of your hands on top of your head."
Peter felt his cheeks burning as he looked at her with an expression of
pure anguish on his face.
The girl did not repeat the command but looked down and began reading
the forms she had in front of her. Peter did not know what to do; he
waited hoping that he could catch her eye, in case he had misheard her
command. Eventually, in total silence he pushed his underpants down his
legs to his ankles and stepped out of them. Straightening up he could
not bring himself to look at the girl as he raised his arms and placed
his hands upon his head.
"Now let's have a look at you." Her words caused Peter even greater
embarrassment as she looked up, her eyes coolly appraising him. He
watched dejectedly as she examined him from head to toe.
Nikki was delighted with his appearance. His body was slim but very
well proportioned. His hairless chest dipped to a slim firm waist,
narrow hips and long legs. He had very little body hair, even for a
young boy. She turned her attention to his genitals, noting his penis
which, although flaccid was a good size as were his testicles. She
presumed that he had been circumcised, the tip of the glans visible
through the soft folds of the foreskin, was pointing downwards below
his scrotum. She looked up to his face, which was flushed a deep red.
She noted that his body was covered with goose bumps, a testimony to
his nervousness, she thought, rather than the temperature of the room.
"Stand with your feet apart." Peter looked at her in horror as he
shuffled his feet to a wider stance. He watched, almost in shock as she
took a pencil from the desk and placed it beneath his penis, he felt
the cold painted wood being pressed against his flesh. He was trembling
involuntarily as she used the pencil to lift his penis away from his
scrotum.
She peered between his legs and then let his penis drop back between
his thighs. At that one small contact Peter felt his penis begin to
engorge. His stomach churned at the very thought that his penis might
erect in front of her.
"Turn around with your back towards me and bend over and touch your
toes will you."
Humiliated beyond belief Peter did as he was told. Slowly turning away
from her, he took his hands from his head and bent forward.
"All the way over and touch your toes."
Peter felt his whole body begin to shiver as he bent over, acutely
aware of the view she would have of him. He could not help the gasp
that escaped from his lips as her cool hands parted the cheeks of his
bottom. She held his buttocks open for several seconds stretching the
flesh tightly to expose the puckered star of the sphincter.
"You may get up now." She said sweetly, taking her hands away from his
bottom. "Go over there and stand on the scales." Peter quickly bent
down to retrieve his underpants.
"No, you can leave those off for now." Her voice was firm as she
commanded the trembling youth.
"Put them on the chair over there with your other things,"
She stood up and taking her clipboard proceeded to the weighing scales.
Peter followed fighting the tingling sensation within his groin. Her
touch and cool demeanour had initiated the first stirrings of sexual
arousal within him.
Nikki was delighted with her progress, no longer conscious of the
button beneath her desk, which would, if pressed, summon the duty
officers from across the corridor.
She put her clipboard down on the desk and bade the boy stand on the
scales, marvelling at his acquiescence.
"Stand up straight, there's a good boy."
Her voice became softer as she stood close to the naked youth. She
placed the palm of one hand flat against his tummy, her little finger
just touching his pubic hair. She rested the other hand on the small of
his back and with a slight pressure, urged him to stand further forward
on the platform.
Peter felt his penis tingle with desire once more as her soft cool
hands touched him. He felt his face blush with humiliation as she
casually let her hand slide from the small of his back and down over
his buttocks.
"Let's see that's eleven stones and seven pounds." She let go of him
and picked up her clipboard and wrote quickly.
"Right, stand up against the chart with your shoulders pressed against
the wall and your feet flat on the floor."
She watched as the boy almost blinded with embarrassment moved clumsily
to stand beside the chart. She noticed that his penis was already
slightly distended, the circumcised foreskin gradually creeping back,
showing more of the bell shaped head. She looked at his blushing face
and trembling lips.
"Are you feeling alright, you look a little flushed.
Peter could hardly bring himself to look at the girl. As their eyes met
Nikki noted the look of pure anguish in the boy's expression.
Delighted, she placed her clipboard on the floor and stood up close to
him, her young breasts pressed firmly against his chest as she adjusted
the gauge to sit on top of his head.
"There... that's... exactly six feet tall. Is that what you are
Peter... six feet tall?" There was just a touch of merriment in her
voice as she spoke to the trembling youth. Peter almost groaned as he
tried to form a reply.
"Er... y..yes Miss..s..er six feet." Peter missed the double entendre
of her question; in fact he felt like fainting, such was his
humiliation and embarrassment. His stomach churned with dread and
foreboding as she picked up the clipboard and placed it on the desk.
Leaning over she filled in more details and then reached in to one of
the drawers for a small tape measure. "Step forward and stand in front
of me, legs apart and hands on your head." her sweet innocent face and
almost childlike figure, belying her firm command.
Peter stood forward and placed his hands on his head. He shivered with
pure anguish as he felt her place her hand on the inside of his thigh.
"Spread a little wider there's a good boy." He stood in an aura of
abject humiliation as he felt her hands pass the tape measure around
his chest and then waist.
He shivered as she smoothed her hands over his bottom, her delicate
touch caressing his flesh. She passed the tape measure around his
buttocks and held the ends against the pubic hair just above his penis.
She felt the boy shudder as she deliberately brushed her knuckles
against the tip of his member. Ignoring his plight, she placed the tape
around his thigh and measured the circumference, once more filling in
the details on her clipboard.
Peter could not help looking at her as she kneeled down in front of his
widely spread legs. Without preamble she took the tip of the tape
measure and pressed the end between the juncture of his thighs. The
back of her hand was softly touching and lifting his testicles as she
pressed upwards behind his scrotum, holding the other end of the
measure lightly against his ankle.
Peter, shamefaced and completely humiliated felt his penis begin to
engorge. He could not help himself. Nikki kept the tape between his
legs and moved the end to his other ankle, her face only inches from
his penis as she altered her position. She watched his penis gradually
distend, thrilling as the foreskin rolled back almost imperceptibly to
reveal even more of the glans. She pressed the tape more firmly between
his thighs her hand deliberately moving against his testicles.
Peter moaned involuntarily as the humiliation continued. He looked to
the ceiling, trying to avoid looking down at all costs. Nikki took her
hands away from him, deliberately brushing her soft fingers against his
penis as she stood up and faced him. Her body was merely inches from
him as she spoke softly.
"You seem hot and you are shivering Peter, I think you may be coming
down with something and that would never do if you really want this
job... look at me Peter, you do really want this job don't you?"
She watched as he lowered his head, his eyes bore all the anguish that
he felt as he looked into her eyes.
"Imm... er alright Miss... I'mm just um .. er.. a little nervous."
Nikki was delighted in the boy's discomfort and complete acquiescence -
and of course, her own performance in handling him. She decided that
she would prolong his torment at her hands just a little longer before
she handed him over to her compatriots.
"I think you might have a temperature. I am going to have to make sure
you are not ill. There are a variety of influenza bugs going around on
the 'Cote' this year."
Peter groaned as she put her pretty hand on his hip and beckoned him to
the small desk. Deftly she placed her left hand on his tummy and
stroked her other hand up to small of his back. She looked down at his
engorged penis, which moved from side to side as he walked, although
not yet fully erect the flesh was plump and turgid. She skilfully
manoeuvred him until he was facing the desk,. pressing firmly on his
back and tummy she bent him forward.
Lay your chest down on the desk there's a good boy." She had him bent
over before he could protest.
"There's a good boy, chest flat against the desk now... that's it rest
your head on your hands." Peter had obeyed almost without thinking. His
humiliation and total embarrassment had acted on his body like a heavy
drug.
"W..what are... are you going to do Miss." Peter managed to stammer.
His face was bright crimson as he felt her put her hands on his
buttocks.
"I'm just going to take your temperature you silly boy, now stay still
and spread your legs apart... come along now."
Peter felt his face burning as she slid her hands down over his
buttocks and pressed the inside of his thighs until he was positioned
to her liking.
She walked round the desk and placing a soft hand on his burning cheek,
looked into his eyes.
"Just you stay still, we're nearly finished now."
She ruffled the hair of his head, delighted that he had laid his head
to the side facing her. She stooped to open one of the drawers; her
whole body tingled with anticipation as she reached inside.
She took a large rectal thermometer out of the drawer and deliberately
placed it in on the desk in front of his face. She noted his agonised
expression as she slowly and deliberately pulled on a pair of rubber
gloves. Intentionally she let the rubber snap against her wrists,
making sure that her hands were within his full view.
Next, almost ritualistically, she took a tube of lubricant and smeared
it on her right forefinger. Watching his expression of horror, she
formed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand into an 'O' and
sensuously slipped the lubricated finger though it.
She looked into his face as she picked up the large glass tube. Slowly,
almost hypnotically she smeared more lubricant around the bulbous end
of the glass, smiling sweetly at him as she worked the lubricant over
the large protuberance.
"Just relax and everything will be fine, little boys sometimes tense
their bottoms - but I am sure you are going to be a good boy aren't
you?"
Her words, combined with his vulnerable position had managed to reduce
him in stature to that of a whimpering child. He uttered a groan as way
of an answer, but in fact he was almost delirious with acute
embarrassment.
Nikki was relaxed and enjoying every minute of her dominance over the
trembling boy, His compliance and embarrassment almost total, as she
left the thermometer on the desk in front of his face and moved behind
him. Standing back, she admired the firm hairless buttocks and strong
legs of the naked youth. Because of the limited height of the desk, his
back was slightly dipped into a smooth concave arc; small beads of
perspiration were evident on his clearly defined spinal column. Even
with his legs widely spread, the smooth flesh of his bottom was raised
higher than his head.
Nikki thrilled as the flesh of his buttocks shuddered and contracted
violently at the first touch of her hand. Sliding the fingers of her
left hand between the deep crease of his bottom, she pulled the cheeks
apart. Slowly and with deliberate intent she placed her right hand
underneath his buttocks. Before he could protest she had slipped her
hand upward between the cheeks, further parting the buttocks.
Inexorably the tips of her delicate fingers wriggled between the pliant
mounds of flesh and located the sensitive opening of the sphincter.
She felt the boy tense his entire body as she gently probed the opening.
"Just stay still and relax... I am going to be very gentle with your
little bottom." Peter shuddered as he felt the tip of her finger probe
the opening of his sphincter. He had never experienced anything like
the sensation he felt as her finger slipped through the tiny orifice of
his sphincter and up into his anus.
Nikki felt the boy's involuntary reflex to straighten up as she probed
his bottom. She placed her free hand on the small of his back and spoke
softly to him.
"There we are now, just relax, you'll soon get used to it." Her voice
and the hand on his back seemed to quiet him. She increased the
pressure of her hand on the middle of his back as she pushed her finger
firmly up into his virgin bottom.
"OOOoooohhhhh." Peter moaned as he felt the intense pressure of her
slender finger push into him and then inexorably intrude even further
up into his bottom. Nikki quickly located the prostate gland and
without hesitation proceeded to massage it with the very tip of her
finger.
"Arrrggghhhh..ooohhhh." Peter let out a low moan as her finger moved
over the sensitive gland. In a series of tiny movements she jiggled the
tip of her finger against the pliant flesh of the prostate, knowing
that it would be impossible for the boy to avoid his penis erecting.
She pushed harder, applying a firmer pressure and increasing the rapid
movements of her finger. Deftly she continued the stimulation for
several minutes before abruptly pulling her finger from within his anus.
"Arrggghhh...arrrggghhh." Peter could not help gasping as his sphincter
was stretched over the knuckle of her slender finger for a second time.
Nikki laid her hand gently on his buttocks and stroked the soft flesh
before moving around the desk until she was facing him. She noticed a
tear roll down his crimson cheek and on to his hand.
"You're doing fine Peter, just relax a little more while I pop this
into your bottom."
Her words rekindled his acute embarrassment, as he lay helpless before
her. Deliberately she re-coated her fingers with lubricant and picked
up the thermometer.
Moving around him, she parted his buttocks with her left hand and
introduced the large glass bowl of thermometer to the sphincter.
Holding it firmly she teased the orifice by pushing firmly with the
glass tube.
She watched as the sphincter began to dilate around the bulbous mercury
filled sphere. With a firm push she watched the glass orb disappear
inside him.
"oooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Peter could not contain himself as he felt his
bottom being stretched wide to accommodate the device.
Nikki smiled to herself as she pushed the glass thermometer up into his
anus, the length of glass such that the bowl penetrated deep inside him.
"Now just relax... you're not feeling any discomfort are you. Do your
genitals feel alright?"
Peter could not believe what was happening to him as he felt her
delicate hands slide over his buttocks and between his legs.
He shuddered as he felt her cup his testicles in her hand and pull them
backwards. His whole body began to tense rigidly as he felt her other
hand slip between his parted legs and take a firm hold of his penis.
To his horror he realised that he was fully erect. Nikki smiled to
herself as she stooped between his legs to view his erection. She
pulled the foreskin of his penis back along the shaft, revealing the
whole of the sensitive glans.
"Well you seem alright there, I'll leave you for five minutes, so don't
move from that position - do you understand me."
Peter could not have moved had he wanted to. He was near to fainting as
her hands left his body. His chest was heaving and he gasped for air as
he heard her exit the door to the surgery.
Veronica turned the volume of the audio down on the communications
console. The six video-monitors and hi-fidelity speaker had enabled her
to watch and hear the whole of the proceedings. She picked up her
telephone and pressed a number on the keypad in front of her. She spoke
quickly, giving instructions and then replaced the telephone. Turning
to Miranda she smiled. “There, what did I tell you, he is completely
malleable and should suit our owners to a tee, what do you think?”
Miranda could not help grinning as she leaned over the captain’s
shoulder, examining the body of the naked boy on the monitor screen.
“You are always right, aren’t you my clever captain, I agree, the
owners will be delighted, not to mention most of the crew.” She laughed
as she completed the sentence; bending her head forward she kissed
Veronica on the cheek. Do you mind if I pull up a chair for the rest of
the performance? She giggled as she sat down in a swivel chair next to
Veronica and leaned forward to watch the monitor.
Peter lay, where he had been placed, unable to comprehend the turn of
events that had led him to his position. For all he knew he might have
fainted as he felt smooth fingers touch his bottom… for he had not
heard her re-enter the room.
"Right.. any pain here?" She asked as she slipped her hand quickly
between his legs and fondled his testicles.
Peter almost choked with embarrassment as she slipped her other hand
over the head of his penis. "What about here... do you feel any
sensation." Nikki had to stifle her amusement as she felt the rigid
staff throb between her fingers.
"er er...nooo Miss." Peter could hardly reply as once more she pulled
the foreskin back firmly, stretching the skin to its fullest extent.
Without preamble Nikki took her hands from his genitals and quickly
took hold of the thermometer. With a practised motion she pulled the
thermometer out of his bottom, watching with delight as the sphincter
stretched and then closed behind the glass bulb as it was pulled free.
Peter gasped at the acute sensation, feeling his penis throb as his
sphincter stretched. He was unaware of the expert way his body and
emotions had been deliberately manipulated, unaware that the girl was
well practised in the humiliation and dominance of patients.
The girl glanced at the temperature gauge, knowing already that any
elevation in temperature would be a result entirely of her own doing.
Nikki discarded the rubber gloves and stood back admiring the boy's
naked form.
"There now stand up straight and we have finished, come along - you are
not going to lay across my desk all day are you?"
Peter groaned as he lifted his body from the desk. He felt an ache in
his back, suddenly realising that he must have been bent over for at
least ten minutes. As the young girl moved around to face him, Peter
immediately tried to cover his erection with his hands. He placed both
palms over his genitals, pulling his erect penis up against his stomach
and holding his forearms close together to cover himself.
Nikki pretended not to notice but lifted a large and a smaller jar from
the far end of the desk. Holding one in each hand she moved towards
him. "Take these and go behind the screen. I want you to fill the small
jar with urine and you can expel what ever is left into the other."
Peter looked shocked as she proffered the jars to him.
"But..but Miss."
"What on earth's' the matter, come along there's a good boy."
Peter blushed furiously as he slowly uncovered himself. He could not
help looking down as he took his hands away, horrified as the watched
the young girl observe his penis as it sprang outwards. He tried to
take the jars from her quickly so that he could turn away and walk
behind the screen, but Nikki held his wrist just as he had taken the
jars from her.
"What is this... how on earth are going to give a urine sample like
that you naughty boy." Peter was mortified as she stopped him from
turning away and pointed to his penis. To his horror, his penis was
standing upwards at an angle of forty-five degrees. In vein he tried to
hide his erection by squirming his legs and trying somehow to turn his
hips away from her.
"Give me the jars Peter, you are a naughty boy"
Peter could not control himself, his body racked in tremors of
embarrassment as she delicately took the jars from his fingers.
"Come along I'll have the nurses deal with you." Her voice was stern as
she deliberately took hold of his erect penis before he could cover
himself.
"Hands on your head now... quickly do as I say." She had raised her
voice only slightly, but was delighted to see the embarrassed youth
obey immediately.
She placed her other hand beneath his scrotum and cupped his testicles.
"Fortunately for you young man I am going to let the nurses deal with
you. Now come along with me and don't you dare move those hands."
Taking her hand away from his scrotum, she led him by his penis towards
the door leading to the surgery.
"Please Miss, wait a moment, I'm so sorry... I..I.." Peter could not
complete his sentence. His embarrassment was so acute he felt near to
fainting.
2
Marie looked at Sarah's naked body as the beautiful girl reached for
the hanger, which held her nursing uniform. Marie smiled knowing that
even this simple white cotton dress would be as alluring as the
sheerest of evening gowns over Sarah's curvaceous body.
Marie could not help herself as she reached forward and placing her
hand between her friend's lush thighs. She thrilled as she squeezed the
smoothly shaven pubis, her fingers revelling in the plump flesh of the
girl's prominent pubic mound.
Sarah remembered that, as a young girl at the age of eleven, feeling
awkward and embarrassed by her body. She smiled as she thought of her
ugly duckling childhood, little knowing then, the transformation that
would take place. She had been horrified by her rate of growth, already
six inches taller than the tallest boy in her school, she had avoided
dances or parties or any social gathering where she would have to meet
or socialise with the opposite sex.
By the time Sarah was fifteen her young body had filled out to become
the envy of every girl in the school and the desire of every boy. Not
only was Sarah tall and shapely, her face was stunningly beautiful. Her
classic bone structure, beautiful almond eyes and lush lips had been
the envy of every girl in school. When she had left school to enrol at
nursing college, she was already self-assured and had developed a
persona so powerful that she was easily able to manipulate her peers,
easily able to repel unwanted attention, without causing offence to the
young male students.
"I know I'm wet, and so... I bet, are you my little nymph." Sarah
smiled as she spoke to Marie. "I am rather looking forward to this and
I know you are, so let me get dressed before I crumple into a heap.
Marie smiled. She knew better than to think that she could reduce Sarah
to a crumpled heap. Sarah was very much in charge of her life,
self-assured and dominant in her role as head nurse, taking her work
and her pleasures seriously. Marie knew that Sarah intended to enjoy
and savour every minute of the afternoon.
3
Peter stumbled rather than walked the few feet to the door. He watched
blankly as she pushed down on the handle and without preamble pulled
him forward by his penis. Peter stumbled behind her, his mind in
turmoil as he involuntarily followed her into the modern surgery.
A large examination table was the centrepiece of the room, it's
chromium-plated centre stand glinting under the strong lights. The
leather-covered top of the table had been draped with a white sheet.
Around the walls were cupboards and shelves all finished in a stainless
steel or chromium metal. Instruments and medical paraphernalia abounded
within the confines of the shelving.
The receptionist did not stop but led the trembling boy towards another
door. She swung it open - and taking a firmer grip upon his penis led
him through to a smaller room. The room was completely tiled in white
porcelain; it contained a bath already half full of warm water, several
sinks, a toilet bowl and a low padded table. Peter almost fainted as he
saw the two beautiful nurses, who were laying out tubing on top of a
chromium-plated trolley. They looked up and smiled as Nikki pulled the
embarrassed youth forward.
Sarah stood up and addressed the trembling boy. "What have we here?"
She looked down at his groin as Nikki let go of his penis, leaving his
rigid member pointing upwards toward the ceiling. Peter blushed
profusely, his face and chest suffused in red as he took his hands from
his head in an attempt to cover himself.
"Get those hands back on your head at once." Nikki spoke sharply her
voice penetrating Peter's cocoon of shame and embarrassment. He could
not help squeezing his eyes shut as he slowly replaced his hands back
upon his head. He shivered as he felt a soft hand on his shoulder.
Opening his eyes he blushed as the taller of the two nurses gently
pulled him toward the low padded table.
"Kneel upon there will you... on your hands and knees... there's a
sweetie."
Peter blushed again as the nurse, quickly positioned him. He shivered
as he felt the hands of both nurses upon his body, unable to protest as
they placed his knees wide apart on the padded surface of the table.
"My you are a nice looking boy". Sarah cooed as she slipped her hand
between his legs and cupped his testicles. Peter could not stop his
body from trembling as he felt the receptionist reach beneath him and
took hold of his erect penis. He quaked as she placed the cold glass of
a specimen jar against groin, deliberately pushing his penis downward
into the broad opening of the jar.
"Well at least you're in a position to give me a urine sample now, so
off you go and give me a full jar, there's a good boy."
Peter could hardly believe what was happening to him as he felt one of
the nurses press the flat of her palm up against his tummy.
"Just let it all go." He heard her whisper as she pressed harder
against his stomach. Suddenly without warning, Peter felt his bladder
relax and he began to urinate helplessly into the specimen jar. Sarah
looked across at Nikki as she held the jar up against the boy's penis.
Nikki could feel the heat of the urine through the glass as she lowered
the jar and took a firm hold of the young boy's penis. She squeezed
gently, pulling her fingers down the shaft and watching as the last
drops of urine escaped.
"There's a good boy... that was no trouble at all was it." She watched
excitedly as he hung his head in shame. Nikki took the urine sample and
left the room. Before Peter could compose himself Sarah had placed her
hands on the cheeks of his bottom and parted the firm flesh. She felt
the boy wince as Mari pushed a well-soaped shaving brush between his
buttocks and began to lather him.
"Keep still, there's a good boy and let nurse soap your bottom. We're
just going to give you a little shave between your cheeks, so try and
keep still won't you"
Peter could not believe his ears as he felt their gentle fingers part
his buttocks further and press the cold steel of the safety razor
against his flesh. Just relax, and it will all be over before you know
it.
Peter was blushing a bright red as the nurse began shaving between his
legs. He shuddered with embarrassment as the second nurse deliberately
slid her hand beneath his tummy and cupped his testicles, drawing the
soft pouch forward as the razor moved down lower between his legs.
"Just you relax there's a good boy." Sarah whispered to him as she
gently squeezed his scrotum. She slid her other hand beneath him and
took a firm hold of his penis. She felt the organ throb between her
fingers as she tightened her grip.
Peter trembled as the nurses continued their ministrations, their hands
probing and kneading his flesh, seemingly oblivious to his distress. He
shuddered as the nurse who had been shaving him, put down the razor and
taking a dab of lubricant ran her fingers up between the cheeks of his
bottom. The cool liquid emphasised his nakedness as she probed the
opening of his sphincter. Without warning she pushed her slender
forefinger up into his bottom making him moan audibly. "Just relax
there's a good boy." She ignored his moans as she reached for the enema
nozzle and introduced it between tightly stretched flesh of his
sphincter.
Deftly she withdrew her finger and pushed the slim metal nozzle upward
into his anus. "Arrrgggh... ooohhh." Peter moaned as he felt the cold
metal stretch his opening, shuddering as the appliance penetrated him.
Before he could protest further she had pushed the appliance deep into
his anus.
"Now just relax your bottom while I put the bulb in." Peter did not
know what she meant, but moaned loudly as his sphincter was stretched
wide over the bulbous rubber ball which was attached to the nozzle. The
nurse gave him no respite as she inflated the ball. "Arrggggghhhhhhh."
He could not help but protest his anguish as he felt his sphincter
stretch tightly over the inflated intrusion.
He gasped again as the other nurse pushed the skin of his foreskin down
the shaft of his penis and squeezed his testicles firmly. "There...
there.... Just relax while we see to you." She spoke softly and gently.
She turned on the irrigator and watched the young boy shiver and
tremble as the water began to penetrate his insides.
The nurses looked at each other and smiled as Peter moaned loudly,
unable to contain his emotions. He felt dizzy with the sensation of
their hands upon his naked body and the sensual sensation of the warmed
water seemingly rushing inside him. The water began to fill him up
quickly, he felt the nurse lean over and reach underneath him to gently
stroke his tummy.
He was trembling uncontrollably as the second nurse squeezed his penis
and pulled the foreskin down over the shaft, her voice soft and low as
she whispered to him. "Be a brave boy, there is not much more to go now
and then you can pop to the toilet."
Mari felt his tummy, stroking her hand gently under the young trembling
flesh. She moved her hand down until she felt the tip of his penis,
which Sarah was holding. "There that's a good boy, your tummy is almost
full." She whispered softly, well aware of the sensual effect of both
their softly spoken words and their gentle hands.
Sarah felt his penis throb between her fingers as she watched Mari
switch off the irrigator and pull backwards on the inflated bulb
trapped in his anus. "Just shuffle backwards and put your feet on the
floor and I will take you to the toilet." She held the tubing as both
she and Sarah helped the boy get down from the table
Peter felt utterly humiliated as he struggled to get down from the
table. Although he was acutely aware of his bloated stomach, it was the
inflated rubber ball within his anus that accentuated his
embarrassment. Naked and ashamed he put his feet to the floor, not
daring to look at either of the pretty nurses. He was horribly aware
that were able to touch his naked body as intimately as they wished.
Their soft hands emphasised the point as he felt the nurse squeeze his
penis and pull his testicles forward.
Sarah squeezed once more and then let go of him, smiling to Mari as
they helped the young boy to the open toilet. They watched in amusement
as his erect penis bobbed up and down as he stumbled forward.
Peter felt utterly humiliated as they sat him on the white porcelain.
His face blushed a deep red as Sarah bent forward and lifted his
testicles while Mari deflated the retention bulb and gave a sharp tug
to the tubing. Peter closed his eyes in shame as he evacuated almost
immediately.
"There's a good boy." Sarah cooed as they stood over him. They watched
as he sat trembling before them. Sarah let go of his testicles as Mari
took the enema apparatus over to the sinks.
"Stand up now and we'll just give you a quick bath before you see the
doctor." Peter coloured up almost immediately as he heard their words.
Surely they did not intend to bathe him he thought as they helped him
from the toilet. Gentle hands and soft-spoken voices accompanied his
short walk to the bath.
They helped him to step over the side as and positioned him so that he
was facing them with his legs spread apart. Gently they took his wrists
and lifted his arms. "Hands on your head, there's a good boy, we can't
wash your bottom with your hands in the way, can we? Just stand still
and we'll give you a thorough wash all over... how's that?
Peter felt his cheeks suffuse with a red blush as the nurses looked at
him. He had had no other experience to prepare him for the humiliation
he was suffering. He was acutely aware of his dilemma, standing naked
before the two young nurses with his penis erect.
Deliberately Sarah reached forward and delicately held his testicles in
the palm of her hand. She watched the boy shiver as she cupped her
fingers, drawing her nails gently over the flesh behind the scrotum.
Peter moaned in embarrassment as he watched Mari deliberately soap her
hands in front of him. Making sure that he was watching her every move
she reached between his legs and slipped her hand between the cheeks of
his bottom. Peter involuntarily tried to clench his buttocks at the
intrusion.
"Just relax your bottom, there's a good boy." She cooed as she pushed a
soapy finger against the tightly closed flesh of his sphincter. "Ooops
there we are." She murmured to him as she slipped her forefinger up
into his bottom. Sarah pulled his testicles forward and watching his
expression of dismay took a firm hold of his erect penis.
Both Sarah and Mari were aware of the boy's utter distress as time
after time they brought him to the very edge ejaculation, each time
taking their hands away from his body before he lost control.
They washed his whole body, their hands gently soaping his chest thighs
and buttocks. He stood helplessly before them as they deliberately
excited his body. Sarah teased his nipples with her fingernails,
coaxing the sensitive flesh to erect as Mari, slipped her fingers
between his buttocks and pushed a soapy finger into his anus.
They made him sit in the bath while they washed his hair and then stand
once more, as they rinsed him, each touch coaxing a sexual response
from his trembling body.
Eventually they helped him step out of the bath. "Hands back on your
head now, there's a good boy," Mari's sharp command pre-empted Peter's
attempt to cover his genitals with his hands.
"Legs well apart now, we want you perfectly dry for the doctor." Peter
could not help himself from blushing profusely as the nurses positioned
him so that his legs were widely spread. His cheeks felt as if they
were on fire as Sarah looked at him and smiled sweetly, her beautiful
features compounding his utter humiliation. She held his gaze and
reached forward with her hand, cupping his testicles within her
delicate fingers.
"There we are we'll soon have you dry." Peter shivered uncontrollably,
closing his eyes in utter embarrassment as he felt the nurse pull his
foreskin back and gently move the towel over the sensitive flesh. He
almost jumped as the soft towelling rubbed against the glans of his
penis. "Try and keep still." Mari whispered to him as she moved behind
him and parted his buttocks.
With infinite care she gently rubbed the towel between the cheeks of
his bottom. Her hands moving over his flesh, pulling the cheeks of his
bottom this way and that as she dried him.
The nurses finished drying him and standing back examined him from top
to toe. Peter quickly covered his groin with his hands, feeling utterly
foolish, as he stood naked before them.
"Alright Peter, I will get you a robe and you can go through to the
examination room." Sarah spoke kindly as she stepped towards him and
gently placed her hand on his shoulder. She gestured to him to follow
her through to the examination room. Mari pushed open the door and held
it while Sarah stroked her hand down the boy's back and over the
hillocks of his firm buttocks. She patted him gently on the cheeks of
his bare bottom and motioned him to enter the room.
"In you go there's a good boy." She whispered gently as Peter stumbled
forward, his embarrassment further accentuated by her hand on his
bottom.
Sarah propelled the boy into the brightly lit room. The chromium of the
examination table shone under the strong lights as Sarah led the
trembling youth towards a small stainless steel podium. The podium had
three steps at either side and was used to assess the fitness and heart
rates of patients, who were made to ascend and descend the steps
several times in quick succession before heart monitoring.
Sarah had Peter sit on the podium and told him to face her. She watched
him wince as his buttocks made contact with the cold metal. Sarah
looked closely at the naked youth; his face was bright red with
embarrassment as he sat timidly before her. She noticed that he was
still covering his genitals, his hands were pressed tightly against his
groin and his knees pressed close together.
She stepped in front of him and placed her hands gently on either side
of his cheeks. She could feel his face burning as she lifted his head
to look at her. Just open your legs so I can step closer to you. She
moved forward so that her knees were touching his, she felt his knees
move apart as she pressed against him.
She lowered his head until his forehead was resting against her tummy.
"I'm just going to examine your hair, so you can relax for a while.
Sarah smiled to herself as she thought of the next part of the
examination. She looked over to Mari who was holding a folded hospital
gown. Mari grinned as she caught Sarah's eye, she knew Sarah was
enjoying having a young boy to play with; both she and Sarah loved
having control over their patients, both male and female. It had been
sometime since they had a young boy on board and certainly never one as
good looking as Peter.
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