Juvenile Detention

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Timmy sat on his front porch. It was something he had done ever since he had started in infant school, although now the pretty girl across the street had gone. He had watched her lay out her homework books and diligently sit and work until she had finished. Her name was Francis. She had been eight-years-old when he was four. She was the prettiest girl he had ever seen, and he would watch her in adoration as she sat, her brown knees showing above her long white socks.

She would sit with her feet on the step below, so that she could lean her books up against her thighs and read. She had dark brown, almost black hair, with bangs just above her eyebrows and two short pigtails on either side of her head. Her big brown eyes would glance across at him and she would smile at him.

As she got older, she would sometimes come across the street to talk to his mother. She would tousle his hair and smile down at him, he would always blush. He was convinced that he was in love with her. He was eleven when suddenly she went away. His mother said that she had gone to a government career school or college because she was very bright. He had missed her from that day onwards.

Now he was nearly fourteen-years-old, he still sat on the steps to do his homework. It was the last day of term and he was wondering what he would do for the next month, when his friend Richie called to say that his older brother had passed his driving test and was going to take them for a ride in his grandfather’s old Lincoln. His mother asked him if he was finished with his homework and gave him permission to go out for a couple of hours.

He sat in the back with Richie as Ronnie drove. Ronnie had his girlfriend with him in the front passenger seat as they speeded down the lanes which criss-crossed the highway. Richie was really proud to be able to take his friend for a ride with his older brother. Timmy thought that Ronnie drove a lot faster than his mom, as their tyres squealed on nearly every corner. He was surprised when Ronnie’s girlfriend lit a cigarette and passed it to Ronnie. Timmy did not like the smell of cigarettes and began to feel sick immediately. It smelled really strong.

Richie looked at him as his face became paler. “You OK Timmy, you look a bit green.” Timmy gave him a weak smile. I think it must be motion sickness or something, he whispered to him, “I think it’s the cigarette, I really hate the smell.”

Neither of them noticed as Ronnie ran a red light. The next thing Timothy remembered was being thrown violently against the front seat. The car had stopped with a bang and he immediately opened the rear door and was sick over the pavement. He crawled out and stood shakily against the side of the car. He saw Richie do the same, he had blood on his face. Suddenly Richie collapsed on the ground and Timmy was about to lean over him when he was hauled, unceremoniously, towards a police vehicle.

He was in a daze as he was bundled inside. A female police officer was seated on the bench next to where he had been told to sit. She looked really stern. “Put your hands forward.” Timmy automatically obeyed as she cuffed one of his hands and then pulled it behind his back. She took his other arm a little more gently and fastened the cuffs behind him. On the drive to the police she did not speak, and Timmy felt too dazed to ask her what was happening.

The sergeant at the desk looked at him as the female officer spoke. “Two dead, one in hospital and this guy. The car smelled so strongly of hash that here was no question as to what caused them to run the red light.”

The sergeant looked at him. “Name?”

Timothy answered. “Timothy Frasier.”

“How old are you son?” Timothy answered him, his voice sounding a little more nervous as he realised that he was being booked. “Thirteen, sir. Nearly fourteen.”

“Address?” Timothy answered him again, giving his address.

“Is your dad at home?” Timothy explained that he did not have a father, but that his mother was at home. He gave his telephone number.

The rest of his processing seemed like blur. The doctor saw him and looked into his eyes with a bright light. Then the female officer took him to the cells. She was carrying a small bag, which she placed on the floor. She took his belt and the shoelaces from his trainers. Then she made him stand with his arms against the wall. She began to feel through his hair and then around his upper body, her hands smoothing over his tee shirt, over his chest and back, and then under his arms. Officer Jennifer Rowling was pleasantly surprised that the boy smelled of soap and shampoo, not the usual odours that she usually encountered with a drug bust.

“Give me your jeans.” He felt himself blushing as he kicked off his trainers and took his jeans off. He looked at her as she smirked at his embarrassment. She took the jeans and felt in his pockets. They were empty. She ran her fingers down the seams and then threw them on to the narrow bed of the cell. The bed was a long plank which was fastened firmly to the wall. “OK hands upon your head and don’t move got it?”

“Yes Miss.”

“Yes Officer”

“Sorry. Yes Officer.”

She bent down and took some thin, clear plastic gloves from her bag and put them on. They were transparent and loose against her hands. She went down upon one knee and pulled his underpants down to his ankles. He blushed profusely as she stood up and looked him in the eye. “Step out of the shorts and step back.”

Timothy was utterly embarrassed as he watched her pick up the pants and examine them. Her fingers ran around the waistband and she looked inside. He blushed again.

Officer Rowling looked at his blushing face and smiled at his embarrassment. “Legs wide apart and look up to the ceiling.”

Timothy did as he was told. He felt utterly stupid as he stood in just his tee shirt and socks. His legs were spread wide as she kneeled in front of him. He looked at the ceiling as he felt her lift his testicles and then to his horror she took a firm grip of his penis and pulled back the foreskin. He shivered at the touch of the cold plastic gloves against his warm penis and balls.

Officer Rowling was impressed with the size of his young cock and full scrotum. She took great delight in having a good-looking and clean young man, especially one that was so beautifully endowed. This one, she thought would be no problem, obeying her every command without protestation.

She stood up and spoke again. “Bend over with your hands upon the bed. I want your legs spread as widely apart as you can manage.” He looked at her and blushed, the colour burning his cheeks as he moved to stand in front of the bed. He felt absolutely stupid as he leaned over the hard plank, that served as a bed, and spread his legs.

‘Spread those legs until they ache.” Timothy shivered and spread his legs as widely as he could. He trembled with embarrassment, realising how exposed he was. “Touch your forehead to the bed and don’t move.” Timothy felt even more widely exposed as his forehead touched the single blanket.

Officer Rowling looked at his firm young buttocks and his pink little sphincter as she bent over him. She reached in her bag and unscrewed the tube of lubricant. She greased the fingers of her right hand thoroughly. “Now keep still and this won’t be too uncomfortable.” He felt her fingers begin to apply some sort of grease around his sphincter.

He did not move, although he shivered as she probed firmly against his bottom hole. He had never felt so embarrassed. He tried to breathe more deeply as he began to understand what she was doing to him. He felt every touch as she probed steadily until suddenly, he felt his sphincter give way. “Oooh,” he moaned as her forefinger slid up into his bottom. “Keep still and breathe deeply,” she commanded.

She did not hesitate as she heard him draw in a deep breath. “Good boy... now keep absolutely still.” She pressed her left hand flat against his back as she pushed two fingers firmly up into his bottom. She was aware that he was gasping and groaning as she rotated her fingers inside him. She felt his prostate immediately and deliberately goaded it with gentle waves of pressure. She did not let up but gradually began to stimulate it.

How often do I get a good-looking boy like this? Clean and neat and so nicely obedient, with such a beautiful face. So, Aunty Jennifer is going have a look at your nice stiff cock to see what you are made of.

She knew that the station was busy, so she could take her time. She continued to gently stimulate him. She could see through his legs and was delighted to note that his penis was no-longer hanging down. “Right deep breaths.” She roamed around one more time before she turned her hand over and applied a quick series of prods against his prostate. She felt it pulse abruptly. She slid her fingers from his bottom and held his hips. “Stand up, not too quickly or you might feel dizzy.”

She held him as he stood upright. “Right, turn around and face me.” It was the first time that he had hesitated. She delighted in slapping his bottom. “Come along boy, hands upon your head and turn around and face me.” Her voice was stern, and he immediately obeyed her. His face was now flushed to a bright red. He looked at her guiltily as he quickly raised his hands and put them on top of his head.

“Ah, I can see now why you were reluctant to turn around. What’s the meaning of this?” She immediately took hold of his penis. It was fully erect, and she felt it throb between her fingers. How delightful, she thought. She examined his body, realising how beautiful he was. You really are a little darling and Aunty Jennifer would love to take you home and have her wicked way with you.

She looked into his blushing face. “Why is your penis erect?”

He was stammering as he spoke. “Oh, ah... I don’t know... erm Miss, oh, Officer. I’m very sorry.”

Jennifer knew that she would have to let go of him if she did not want him to make a mess over the floor of the cell. She stepped back and looked at him. He was really very delightful.

“OK, you are here for the night and I am locking you in. An officer will bring you some food later. You may get dressed.” She took her bag and his belt and laces and closed the cell door behind her. Timothy looked around the cell. Apart from the bed, there was toilet and a sink with a single faucet.

It was much later that a male officer came to the cell. He seemed friendly and he had brought a plate of food and a plastic beaker of water. The food did not look too bad. He placed the tray with its plastic knife and fork upon the bed where Timothy was seated and looked at him. His voice was kindly as he spoke. “The two people, who were in the front seat of the car you were in, are dead. The boy who was with you in the back seat is in hospital, but he should be OK. You will be up before the judge in the morning. Your mother had been informed so she will probably be in court. Drugs were found in the car, which is unsurprisingly why you crashed. I can’t tell you any more other than you will be charged with aiding and abetting.”

Timothy was stunned. Ronnie and his girlfriend were dead. How badly must Richie feel, he thought. He looked at the officer with tears in his eyes. “Sorry to have to tell you.” He left, closing the cell door quietly.

The court was busy and as he was led in, he realised that it was a conveyor belt of verdicts. There was a public defender present, but he hardly opened his mouth as each prisoner was summarily sentenced. He saw his mother in the front rows of the public seating as he was brought forward. She had tears in her eyes. The public defence lawyer spoke quietly. “We have done the usual deal for no criminal record. Just accept when asked, OK?” Timothy nodded to him. The charge sounded full of legalese, but it was essentially that of riding with drugs in a car. You may accept behavioural correction or elect to go to trial. As soon as it was read out, the public defender nodded to Timothy who said: “I accept Sir.” The judge immediately sentenced him to twenty-eight days behavioural correction. The public defender whispered to him. “You are lucky. If you don’t appeal that verdict, you will have no criminal record. When he asks you if you accept the verdict, say yes.”

“Have you anything to say?”

“No sir.”

He was led from the court. He could see that his mother was in tears. He presumed that she had been given the same advice. It wasn’t long before he was cuffed and sat with a bus full of young people, although he realised that they all seemed older than he was. The journey was over two hours long, and as it stopped they were allowed to go to the bathroom. From the bathroom they were soon taken to a holding room. It was a large hall. There must have been over thirty people in the hall already. Timothy, and the youths from the bus were soon seated on benches and told to stay there until their names were called. Timothy looked around. At the front of the old-fashioned hall, was a counter that ran, almost to the whole width of the room. In front of the counter painted on the floor were lines and lettering. These were marked as station one, station two and so on.

There were several officers behind the counter as well as those watching the benches where they were seated. Most of them were men, apart from two women who were at the end of the counter next to an open doorway. Timothy watched the procedure.

He looked on as the first youth was called. His hands were uncuffed by one of the officers who was standing at the end of his row. He was told to approach the counter and go to station one, which was manned by two older male officers. His details were taken, and Timothy presumed, entered into the computer. He was then told to move along the counter to the second station. The second station was manned by another officer who placed a cardboard box on the counter.

Timothy was too far away to hear what was being said but the voices sounded stern and bored. He watched as the boy began to strip. He saw another youth being called as the first one finished stripping until he was naked. His clothes were placed in the cardboard box and his wristwatch and a ring were put into an envelope. The envelope was also placed inside the box.

Timothy watched the first youth as he was given towels, soaps and underwear from the next station. He did not put them on but was made to carry them to the next station which was attended by the first of the two female officers. She gave him more clothing before he moved to the end station. The woman at the end station asked him some questions and then gave him a bible. An officer standing near the open doorway beckoned him to go through it.

He watched the procedure continue until he heard his name called. “Frasier approach the counter and go to station one. Hurry up boy.” The officer took hold of his arm. “Cuffs off first boy.” He removed his cuffs and allowed him to proceed.

Timothy approached the counter and stood before the older officer. “Full name?” He answered promptly. “Timothy Frasier Sir.” He gave him a quizzical look, the expression on his face looked humorous. “If I write that down we will have all the officers calling you Sir.”

Timothy had to smile as he repeated his name. “Timothy Frasier.”

The officer seemed to be more-kindly than others he had met. “That’s better. Your address?”

“Twenty-four, Sycamore street, Portland, Oregon. Nine-seven-two-zero-seven.”

“Age?”

Timothy was just about to answer when he noticed a young female officer standing next to him. He turned his head to look at her as she spoke. “I’m sorry Officer Stanley, this boy is only thirteen, he is one of ours.”

The officer spoke to him. “Is that right boy, it says here that you are fourteen.”

Timothy looked at him. “I am fourteen on the twenty-first, Sir.”

Officer Stanley looked down at the date of birth that he had received from the courts, and then at the female officer. “Then he is yours, Officer Harrison.”

He looked at Timothy. “Go with this officer, Frasier.”

“Yes Sir.” He turned as the young officer took his arm. She led him through one of the doors at the side of building and down a long corridor. She walked quickly, and Timothy made sure that he kept pace with her. She looked really pretty from the side, and Timothy wanted to turn his head and look at her. But such was their pace that he really did not have chance. Eventually they entered a room similar to the one he had just left, although this one was empty. Apart from two women officers that stood behind a low wooden counter.

They both looked to be in their mid-thirties. He was made to stand in front of them and then the officer who had led him in, stood back. They both looked pretty. The one he was standing in front of, had blonde hair and the other officer was dark haired.

“Timothy Frasier?”

“Yes erm, Officer.”

“You are thirteen years old. Am I correct?”

“Yes Officer.”

“Are you wearing any jewellery or a wrist watch?”

“No Officer.”

“Strip... everything off!”

Timothy blushed as the officer placed a cardboard box on the counter.

“Put everything in the box.”

Timothy did not dare dawdle as he bent down and undid the laces that he had been given back before his court appearance. His face was becoming increasingly red as he got to the point, where he had to approach the counter to place his socks and shoes in it. He was aware that the female officer was watching his progress with interest.

“Put your clothes in tidily. I must warn you that I can award you a demerit if you keep us waiting for longer than is necessary.”

Timothy took of his tee-shirt and folded it before placing it in the box. He undid his belt and looped it in a circle, he placed it on top of the shirt. He was really blushing as he slid his jeans down to the floor and stepped out of them. Again, he folded them and put them in the box. He looked at the officer, but she did not comment. Reluctantly, he slipped his shorts down and folded them in half before placing them in the box. He stood naked with his hands clasped over his genitals. Again, the officer did not comment as she closed the lid of the box and placed it below the counter.

As she stood up she looked at him. “Stand back and put your hands upon your head and stand with your legs astride.” Timothy blushed again but did not disobey. “That is the position that you are required to adopt whenever you are in the presence of an officer or any personnel within this facility. Do you understand?”

“Yes officer.”

“You do not call the staff, Officer. We are to be addressed as Madam. Have you got that?”

“Yes, erm Madam.”

“That goes for everyone in, or out of uniform. Whether they are an officer or are civilian personnel.”

“Yes Madam.”

“Officer Harrison. Would you take this young boy through for processing?”

“Hands by your sides, boy.” He remained looking forward as he felt the young officer take hold of his arm. He dared not look at her as he was led into the next room. He blushed immediately as he saw that there were two young girls in the room. This smaller room had a linoleum tiled floor. Standing upon the floor was a strange looking chair. It looked like a rocking chair, but unusually, the runners curved right around the back of the chair and finished at the top of the backrest. It looked like a half circle holding a chair within it. There were straps attached to parts of it. He thought that it looked old and well used.

Pat and Christine looked at the naked boy. They were both immediately of the same mind... that he was absolutely beautiful. It was quite unusual to have a boy in this particular facility and they had been looking forward to the experience of dealing with him. They had only been told earlier this morning that a boy would be coming in for processing. However, neither of them had been prepared for quite such a good-looking young boy.

Christine immediately felt sorry for him, instantly knowing how embarrassed he would be by the time they had both finished with him. She knew that whatever they felt about him would not divert them from the strict regimen that they would perform upon his young body.

Timothy could hardly look at the two female staff that were in the room. They were both young, certainly, he thought, no more than eighteen-years-old. They were very pretty girls and their beauty would have embarrassed him even in normal circumstances.

They were wearing aprons over their skirts and blouses and rubber gloves upon their hands. He presumed that they were nurses although they were not in uniform. He was led immediately to the chair before he had time to examine the rest of the room. One of the nurses told him to sit down upon the chair. It felt awkward and cold as he sat on the wooden seat. The front of the seat was extremely wide, whereas the back, where is buttocks were seated, was of normal size. The wooden arms were broad, and they canted outward from the backrest as they met the supports from the legs.

He sat looking at the two aproned nurses as they stood at either side of him. Within moments they had placed his arms on the broad armrests and were strapping them down. He looked at them, his apprehension showing on his face as his forearms were fastened. Next, they each took one of his knees and stretched his legs apart until they could fasten his shins against the solid wood of the front legs. He understood now why the seat was so wide at the front.

He blushed profusely as he realised that his legs were very widely stretched, and that his penis and testicles now rested openly against the cold wood of the seat. They finished fastening his shins and left him as they moved around to the back of the chair. “Head up boy.” He heard the words followed by the sound of electric clippers. A cool hand was placed under his chin as he felt the clippers move across his head from the back to the front. Even after the first pass of the clippers, he could feel the cool air upon his head.

The girl worked expertly until his hair was clipped close to his head. He noticed that the pretty officer who had accompanied him was standing in front of him and looking at his face. He blushed as he saw her look down towards the seat and his widely splayed thighs. He saw one of the nurses go to a table which was situated to the side of the small room. He could not see what she was doing as the other girl moved his head from side to side, removing the last vestiges of his hair. It felt very strange to have all his hair cut so short. With no mirror he could not be sure as to how short she had cut it.

The buzz of the clippers stopped, and he felt a headrest being slotted into the high back of the chair. Both girls stood at either side of him and suddenly he felt the chair tipping backwards until he was laid on his back with his head supported upon the headrest. They moved in front of his legs and he heard latches being withdrawn. To his astonishment the seat was removed from the chair. He was now laid on his back with his legs spread widely above him. He blushed as he realised that his genitals were fully exposed to the two young nurses. One of the girls stood between his widely spread thighs and started the clippers again. He shivered as she lifted his scrotum and used the clippers between the cheeks of his bottom.

Christine was delighted with his body. She saw that whatever position they placed him in did not detract from the absolute perfection of the contours of his limbs and face. She used the electric clippers as she normally did, although she knew that he had very little pubic hair at all and certainly none between the cheeks of his bottom. Holding his plump balls in her hand thrilled her. They felt absolutely delicious. She could not wait to make his penis hard and feel it throb between her fingers.

Timothy knew that he did not have any hair between his legs, and yet the girl passed the clippers over the cleft of his bottom in a methodical and obviously practiced manner. Her hand felt cool against his testicles as she lifted them and smoothed the clippers around them. She then held his penis to each side as she removed the hair from his pubis. He looked down at himself to see her smirk at him and reveal that he was bereft of pubic hair.

He wanted to protest as the other girl appeared in his view with a very large shaving brush. Without any warning she buried it between the cheeks of his bottom and proceeded to lather between his cheeks. Timothy gasped at the abrupt contact and the vigorous intrusion of the brush. The nurse moved on; quickly and deftly soaping him. Her hand was moving his penis and testicles without any respect for his feeling of utter embarrassment. He could sense that his penis had begun to throb as the other nurse took hold of it and stretched it upwards so that she could shave the shaft. They both had razors now as they quickly and efficiently denuded him of hair. They left him with his penis fully erect. It was standing straight up from his pubis, throbbing and pulsing of its own volition.

Patricia thought how wonderful his penis and testicles felt. She looked at the engorged shaft of flesh and marvelled at the pale exposed head and the plumpness of his squidgy balls beneath.

Timothy knew that his face was absolutely suffused in redness, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he watched them drop their safety razors into a tray. One of the young nurses stood with her apron pressed against him as she deliberately lubricated her fingers.

“Guess where my fingers are going, pretty boy? So, you had better relax your pretty bottom for me. Now take deep breaths.”

Patricia nearly broke into laughter as she heard Christine’s words. The poor, poor boy she thought. This must be like his worst nightmare.

With no more communication she slipped her hand between the cheeks of his bottom. Her probing was firm and deft, and it seemed to be no time at all before she suddenly slipped two fingers vigorously up into his bottom. Timothy found that he could not escape the rude intrusion. He realised that he had been fastened far more tightly to the wooden frame of the chair than he had thought. She smirked at him again as she plied her fingers inside his bottom. “There, that didn’t take too long, did it?” He blushed as she looked at his erect penis which was waving about in front of her.

He was trembling with embarrassment as she slipped her fingers from his bottom. The other nurse appeared next to her and deftly slipped a nozzle straight up inside him. He shivered as the cold metal nozzle slid deep between his quivering buttocks and up into his sphincter. He could not see what was connected to the nozzle, but suddenly he felt warm liquid rushing inside him and it was not long before he felt his stomach begin to cramp. One of the girls stroked her hand over his lower abdomen and began to palpate the flesh. He felt his stomach ease slightly. He watched as the other nurse carried a pan over to the chair. He felt the nozzle being retracted and carefully eased from his sphincter. A deep pan suddenly replaced the missing seat from the chair and was latched firmly in place. Again, they stood at either side of him as the chair was tilted forward.

Timothy felt a huge pressure against his bottom and helplessly, he immediately evacuated into the pan. He was blushing with embarrassment as he saw them watching him while the water rushed from between his splayed buttocks. He could not help himself as he gasped with the pure embarrassment at being watched performing such a degrading function. The only redeeming fact was that he could not see the pretty young officer within the room.

The nurse’s words pierced his cocoon of shame. “Try and lift yourself up while we take the pan away.”

He flexed his legs and tried to support himself as best he could as the pan was unlatched and removed. Again the chair was tilted backwards and once more he was laid, splayed out naked and exposed, upon his back with his legs high above him.

Fingers once more penetrated his bottom, greasing his sphincter deftly and degradingly. The nurse spoke to him, casually ignoring his distress. “Two more to go, so keep your bottom nicely relaxed for me.”

Both Pat and Christine were delighted with the young boy. They had both deliciously penetrated him, and as soon as they had had the opportunity to look at each other unobserved, they had shown their delight to by winks and smiles.

Patricia would have loved to have kissed him and been able to tell him that he was a lovely boy and that everything would be alright. But she knew that everything would certainly not be alright for him. She sensed that their attitude of deft and practiced preparation, without showing him any sympathy, would perhaps go some way to preparing him for what lay ahead.

Timothy was wrapped deeply in his embarrassment and humiliation. The last two enemas were just as humiliating as the first. As he evacuated for the final time, he felt utterly limp and drained of any self-esteem. He was laid on his back after the pan had been removed and one of the nurses now stood between his widely spread legs. He gasped as suddenly a cold impregnated wipe was nonchalantly slapped between his buttocks. She began to wipe his bottom. Her words degraded him terribly.

“I bet it feels just like when you were a baby boy. Having your little botty wiped.” She smirked at him as she deftly wiped between his widely spread cheeks. She looked into his blushing face.

“We are going to put the seat back and unstrap you. You are going to be given a nice warm bath, so that your skin feels nice and soft before you are taken before the governor.”

Only minutes later, he was led through an open doorway into a large tiled room. There was a voluminous iron bath-tub in the middle of the room. The white enamel of the inside was water-stained from constant use. The white tiles felt cold against his feet as he was led forwards to the old-fashioned, cast-iron tub. He had clasped his hands against his penis and testicles. His erection had long since disappeared through the discomfort of his enemas.

He stood waiting as the faucets were turned on and run until there was about eight inches of water in the bath. He noticed that both nurses were removing their gloves. “Look up and you will see a safety rail. We will help you into the bath. You are to remain standing and grasp the rail above you. You will spread your legs until your arms are straight. Do you understand what you must do?” Timothy looked at the pretty nurse. He blushed as he answered her. “Yes Madam.”

They took his arms, standing at either side of his body and helped him into the tub. “Turn around and grasp the rail.” Timothy did as he was instructed. He began to spread his legs until his arms were straight up above his head. He realised that he was straining to accomplish such a wide stance. “You can bring your legs back in a little bit and then turn your toes inwards.” The nurse watched him until she was satisfied with his positioning.

He saw them both take razors and a soaped wash cloth each. Within minutes they had shaved his armpits. One of the nurses smirked at him and patted his cheek. “Hold that rail tightly and don’t let go. I will smack your pretty bare botty if you disobey.” He blushed at her demeaning words.

He watched in abject embarrassment as they both took wash cloths and began to soap them. The water felt quite hot but not uncomfortable. It only came up to a few inches of the bath sides, hardly reaching his calves. Timothy felt absolutely stupid and humiliated. To be standing naked with his legs spread wide open, waiting for the very moment that two pretty girls would start washing him.

One nurse moved around the bath to his rear while the other girl stood in front of him. She held the cloth in both hands and looked at his face. “You can save your blushes, there will be lots of embarrassing moments for you while you are in this facility, and this is only the start of them.” She smirked as she saw that his lips were trembling with apprehension.

The nurse stepped forward and held up the cloth. “Shut your eyes if you don’t want soap in them.” He squeezed his eyes shut and immediately felt the roughened wash cloth on the top of his head. It felt as if he had no hair upon his head at all. “Squeeze your eyes shut I am going to do your face.” Timothy was only just in time as she brought the cloth down to his face.

She was very gentle as she washed his forehead, his cheeks and behind his ears. It felt much the same as when his mother used to do it when he was a child. He could feel the other nurse begin washing his neck. Her cloth worked its way down to his shoulders and his back.

The nurse standing in front of him, washed under his chin and then down onto his chest. He could now feel that her bare hand was washing him as well as the cloth. He heard her dip the cloth in the water and then speak to him again.

“Eyes tightly shut. I am going to get the soap off your head and face.” He felt her gently rinse him and then after a moment, a towel was drying his face. “You can open your eyes now.” He looked at her as she draped the small towel over the edge of the bath and proceeded to wash his chest. Her free hand seemed to be scoring over his nipples as the cloth descended to his abdomen.

The nurse behind him, seemed to be keeping pace with her colleague. When both nurses had reached his pubis and the small of his back, they dipped their cloths again and re-soaped them before washing under his arms. Their movements were vigorous as they washed him thoroughly. The nurse then dipped her cloth in the water and soaped it again before starting on his shins. The nurse behind him mirrored her movements.

They soaped upwards over his knees, front and back, and then upwards around and in-between his thighs. Timothy shivered with the thought of what would come next. He felt the back of the nurse’s hand touching his scrotum as she plied the wash cloth between the juncture of his thighs. He watched as she laid the wash cloth upon the side of the bath and began to soap her hands until they were fully lathered.

She smirked at him as she reached forward and cupped his scrotum. He felt the bared hand of the nurse behind him, slip between the cheeks of his bottom and heard her voice admonish him.

“Keep those cheeks relaxed, boy.” He shivered as both nurses washed his most private area. He was trembling as a soapy finger was slipped through his sphincter and up into his bottom. Simultaneously, he felt his foreskin being retracted until the skin was stretched back tightly.

Both Pat and Christine knew that their greatest sin would be to make him ejaculate. She knew that it would also be much kinder for the boy to have some sexual feeling that would perhaps extend to his ordeal ahead. She hoped so.

Christine washed his penis and testicles thoroughly. She made sure to avoid him getting to the point where he might ejaculate. There were periods in her handling of him, where she took her hands away from him completely until he became more settled.

Patricia was also careful not to inflame his prostate to the point where he would be unable to stop himself from ejaculating. She knew that the doctor would know instantly if he had.

Timothy tried to keep his thoughts away from what the girls were doing to him. He knew that he would try and warn them if he felt that he was about to step over the threshold.

He had reached the point of ejaculation many times over the last year, although still not knowing exactly quite what would happen if he let that intense feeling reach beyond the brink. So far in his young life, he had resisted that compelling temptation.

He was thankful that the nurses seemed to have finished with him as he stepped from the bath. They dried him thoroughly and embarrassingly before they escorted him back into the main room. He immediately ducked his head and looked down at his feet as he saw that the pretty officer was standing on the linoleum tiles waiting for him. She took his arm as she stood by his side. Her voice was almost a whisper as she spoke to him.

“I am to escort you to see the governor in the induction centre which is next door. You are to look at her at all times and you are to answer her questions promptly and truthfully. Do not look away or hesitate with your answers. It is most important that you do as I say. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”

Timothy could not bring himself to look at her. She had seemed earnest in her instructions and realised that they were important.

“Yes Madam. I will do as you say.”

She did not comment but held his arm firmly as she moved him through the doorway which was situated at the far side of the room.

She led him through the doorway and turned him to the left. He saw neatly dressed officers standing side by side. They were not wearing jackets and he noticed that they were both pretty. They also seemed to be very tall and very fit. He could not see the furniture that was behind them although he could see that there was something there, the young officer turned him towards a desk which was placed in front of a large window that lit the room with sunlight.

Behind the desk was seated a woman of perhaps thirty years of age. She was perfectly groomed with shiny dark hair which was swept back neatly. Timothy could see that her business suit was expensive and stylish. Beneath the jacket, she wore a white blouse with a neat bow of black which extended from under her crisp collar.

She looked up as they entered and nodded to Officer Harrison. The officer pushed him forward and whispered to him. “You have been told how you must stand.” Timothy remembered immediately and blushing profusely, placed his hands upon his seemingly bared head and stood with his legs apart. Officer Harrison spoke sharply. “Look up and face the governor.”

Timothy made sure that he was looking straight at her as she spoke. “Timothy Frasier, you have been sent to me because you were riding in a car which contained drugs. Were you using drugs?”

Timothy looked at her squarely. “No Madam.”

“Have you ever smoked marijuana?”

“No Madam.”

Well Frasier, you are here for twenty-eight days. During that time, you will be under constant supervision. Although you will have no criminal record after you leave here, you are in juvenile detention. This facility is strict and effective. You have no rights while you are incarcerated, and you are completely under my jurisdiction. You will be punished for any infraction of my rules during the time you are here. Do you understand?”

“Yes Madam.”

“You will be worked hard and made fit with a strict regime of arduous physical education each and every day. You will also attend appropriate classes and your educational ability will be assessed. You time here will be demanding, but possible. Again, you may be punished if your work-rate is not satisfactory.”

She looked at him sternly. “The punishments in this facility are always corporal punishments. In other words, you will be either paddled or strapped upon your bared bottom. There are no exceptions to receiving corporal punishment other than medical ones. Now tell me Frasier, have you ever received corporal punishment?”

“No Madam.”

“Then you are in for a very sharp shock, Frasier. I am going to administer your first punishment to you. This will adequately demonstrate exactly what you are in for, should you be so foolish to break any of my rules.”

She looked across to the two young officers that Timothy had seen when he had entered the room. His face was flushed with redness and his lip began to tremble as he realised that he was going to be punished. Without preamble the officers approached him from behind and took a firm hold of his arms, pulling his hands from his head and holding them behind his back. He did not resist as they took him to an H frame that they had been standing in front of.

He realised that they had been deliberately hiding the wooden frame from his view. It was made of wood and looked like the letter aitch. Within minutes his hands were fastened to cuffs, which were attached to the top of each upright. His legs were forced widely apart, and his ankles were cuffed to the bottom of the frame. One of the warders slipped her arms around his body and brought the two ends of a strap from the horizontal spar of the H frame and buckled it behind his back. His legs and arms were now widely stretched apart. His arms were stretched out high to the top of each post. He found that he could not move.

He was shivering in trepidation through the whole process of being fastened to the wooden H. The centre spar was located just below his ribs and he found that, although he could breathe quite easily, his torso was held fast against the wood.

The governor came around the frame and stood in front of him. Timothy realised that she was very attractive as she stood close to him. She spoke quite softly, although her voice was firm. “This facility is designed to provide a short sharp shock to girls... and boys who are sent here. This is the commencement of your short sharp shock Frasier. I hope it teaches you to keep out of trouble in the future. The important thing for you to remember during your punishment is to breathe deeply.”

The Governor looked over his shoulder. “Officer Harrison, will you attend to the boy’s genitalia, please. Keep them well forward if you would?”

Timothy’s apprehension and fear had taken over from his emotions of embarrassment and humiliation. He was shivering as the governor moved away from the frame and stood to stand behind him. He saw the pretty Officer move to stand in front of him. Her face seemed slightly flushed. She began to undo the buttons of her uniform jacket and slipped it from her shoulders.

She handed her jacket to one of the other officers before she stepped forward until her face was almost touching his. He gasped as she placed both hands upon his penis and testicles and pulled them forward and upward. He thought that she looked embarrassed and he also thought that he detected a look of sympathy from her big brown eyes. He could not help looking into her face. At that moment he realised who it was. His mind was reeling as he looked at her face. It was Francis, surely it was... of course, the daughter of their neighbour, Mrs Harrison. Why hadn’t he associated the name before now? His beloved Francis witnessing him like this. Naked and utterly ashamed and holding his penis and his balls in her hands while he was punished.

Suddenly without any warning the first stroke smacked hard and firm against his buttocks. He threw his head back at the shock and pain of the swift stroke of the leather against the soft flesh of his bottom.

“Craaaaccck!”

Timothy’s response was immediate and profound.

“Oooohhh! Oh...ah...ah.”

He had no time to properly absorb the severity of the stroke before the next one seared the flesh of his bottom as if he had been branded.

“Craaaaaccck!”

“Hahh...ah ha sssssisis.. oh... nooo.”

This time the governor made him wait for the next stroke as she knew from experience, that his pain from the first two would build up until it became almost unbearable. Timothy felt tears running down his cheeks and he knew that his legs were shaking as the nerves were assaulted with an absolute torment of burning fire.

“Craaaack!”

The third stroke flattened his buttocks for an instance as the leather paddle swept upwards to fully embrace the cheeks of his bottom with its wicked and agonising sting.

“Oooooohhhh.... Nnnoooo mooore pleeeease.”

“Craaaccckkk.”

“Oooooohhhh.... Ahhhhh... ahhhhhh!”

Suddenly Timothy felt Officer Harrison squeeze his testicles. Her hands seemed to be moving over his penis as if she was stroking it. Even through the agonising torment of the leather paddle against his bottom he could feel her fingers moving over his penis as her other hand gently squeezed his balls. He was convinced that she was trying to comfort him.

“Craaaaaccckkk.”

He threw his head back in anguish as the accumulation of strokes began to torture him so severely, that his breath was being drawn into his lungs in short gasps of utter distress.

Oooohhhh... ahh... ah... pleeeeeease... nooo.”

Again, the governor made him wait; he was sobbing and crying. He could not bear the terrible pain that he could feel in his buttocks. The flesh seemed to be ablaze with an excruciating sting of a thousand hornets. He felt he could no longer stand another slap of leather across his buttocks. He was almost delirious with pain.

“Craaaaccckkk.”

His whole body stiffened. Every sinew was stretched to breaking point; it was the worst agony that he had ever thought that he could experience. He opened his mouth and wailed with pain and suffering.

“Ooooohhhh.... Noooo... oh, no, pleeeeease nooo.”

His voice was hoarse and raspy as he pleaded. He was incoherent and so distressed that he felt he might die with the all-enveloping sting that seemed to pervade every part of him. He could hear his teeth chattering as he shivered and shook. He was aware that Officer Harrison had let go of his genitals. The sudden and determined squeezing of his penis had stopped. She looked into his eyes and gave him a smile of sympathy before she stepped back from the frame.

Suddenly the governor appeared in front of him. She looked into his face and then stroked his cheek. Somehow her look was of sympathy and care. “It’s over now Frasier. You will remain fastened for thirty minutes, which is my rule here.”

She moved away, and Timothy was left to absorb his pain.

He could not believe that he could feel so much agonising torment to the soft skin of his bottom. How had others managed, he wondered? He simply could not believe the intensity of his punishment. The tears were rolling down his cheeks as he shivered and shook within his strict confinement.

There was no one standing in front of him now. He realised that he had been left to endure his torment alone. There was silence in the room until he heard the outer door open and close behind him. Immediately after, he felt a hand stroke over his shoulders and then move over the nape of his neck and then upwards again over his bared head. He heard the soft voice whisper in his ear.

“Poor Timmy, I won’t be able to tousle your hair anymore, because you don’t have any now.” he tried to look around but could not move his head far enough. He heard the door open and close, he realised that he was now completely on his own to absorb his pain and his misery.

His mind was awash with the experience of his punishment. How could such a pretty lady spank him so severely. And yet she had stroked his cheek, once it was all over. He realised that it would be part of the process and everyone would have to go through. He was determined that he would obey the staff without question. He knew he could not stand such a beating again.

His thoughts turned to Francis and he felt himself blushing at the thought of how she had seen his naked body and had been instructed to hold his penis and his scrotum. He could remember her touch but could not be sure whether she had squeezed his penis and balls to comfort him or just to hold them safely from the leather paddle.

As the minutes passed he could feel his pain ease to manageable proportions. After what he thought was fifteen minutes he knew for certain that the pain was easing far more than he ever thought it could. Occasionally, he would feel his body shudder. He realised that the cuffs upon his wrists and ankles must be padded as he felt no discomfort from them.

He heard movement from behind the door in front of him and watched as it opened. A young nurse came through it and walked towards him. She was carrying a glass jar which seemed to billow out into a bowl with a flattened side. The nurse was wearing tight latex gloves, they were white, and he could see the pink of her hands through the stretchy material. She looked into his face and smiled at him.

“I bet you could do a little wee-wee for me couldn’t you sweetheart?” Timothy blushed immediately as she took hold of his penis and plopped it into the lip of the jar. She looked knowingly at him as she pressed the flattened palm of her hand against his tummy. The coldness of the jar and the pressure of her hand made him release his urine immediately.

She looked into his face. “Good boy... now tell me when you think you have finished.” He blushed again and shivered as the last drops fell into the jar. “Well done, I will just give you a little squeeze, so you don’t make a mess.” She took hold of his penis and drew her fingers down the shaft to the tip. Timothy shivered with pure shame as she smiled at him. “Good boy, Now I am just going to take your temperature. I promise I won’t hurt your little bottom.” She moved to a side table and put the specimen jar on top of it.

She then moved behind him and examined the cheeks of his freshly spanked bottom. “Oh, you have had a sound spanking haven’t you. I can see that our beautiful lady governor has really spanked those pretty cheeks of yours. Never mind, we will see to it for you later on. Now relax your bottom. You can have a little practice at doing that while I just lubricate my fingers.”

Nurse Jennings felt into her pocket and took a tube of lubricant from it. The nozzle of the tube was three inches long. She lubricated two fingers of her right hand until they glistened. She left the top off the tube and kneeled down behind him. She saw that his buttocks were well splayed apart. She pressed her fingers against his sphincter, feeling him shiver as she lubricated around the flesh of his neat little sphincter. She heard him gasp in trepidation as she slipped the slender nozzle of the tube up through the opening. “Just relax those cheeks and try and relax your sphincter. You will soon get the hang of it.”

She squeezed the tube and saw him shiver once more as the cold gel permeated the membranes inside his anus. She removed the tube and immediately pushed her fingers gently but firmly against the pink little rosebud of the opening to his bottom. “Just relax sweetheart.”

With a firm and intrusive pressure her fingers slipped up inside him. “Big breaths, sweetie.” She plied her fingers quickly and diligently, stretching the ring of muscle until she felt satisfied. She kept her fingers inside him as she placed the tube on the floor and took a large and bulbous thermometer from her top pocket. It was the perfect instrument for someone that was standing spread-legged.

“Deep breaths now.” She slid her fingers out of him and took the thermometer by the stem. She did not lubricate it but deftly pushed the Pyrex glass bowl straight up through the ring of his sphincter until only the tip of the narrow stem was showing. She knew that most patients bucked and moved around when she performed this procedure if they were unsecured. But as this boy was firmly fastened, she knew that it was impossible for him to be able to move at all. He was still gasping with the sensation of the large bowl, being so firmly pushed through his sphincter.

“There we are that wasn’t so bad now was it, Sweetheart?” He was still gasping and shivering at the sensation of being penetrated so deeply. He felt absolutely helpless and vulnerable. “All done now. Just keep still, I don’t want it falling out. Try and squeeze your bottom if you feel it move.”

She smiled to herself, knowing that there was no possible chance of the two-inch diameter round bowl being expelled from his bottom. She returned the cap to the tube of lubricant and stood up. She went around to stand facing him. Without warning she lifted his testicles and took a firm hold of his penis and turned it upwards so that she could see the tip. She moved her thumb over the tip twice, feeling him shiver at the sensation. She gave his penis a squeeze and let him go. She could see that he was blushing to a deep red as she looked into his pretty face. “I’ll leave you for ten minutes and then I will come and remove it for you. Keep those pretty cheeks as tight as you can.”

She moved to the table and took the glass specimen jar from the table. “Good boy, I will be back soon.” With those words she turned and exited through the door. Timothy could still feel the cool touch of her of her cool latex covered hands upon his penis as, once again, he was left alone.

He went back to examining the sensations in his bottom. The coolness of the thermometer had already dissipated although he could feel the size of it pressing against his inside of his anus. He went back to assessing the pain in his buttocks. He knew he had survived the worst of it and wondered what his skin looked like. He knew that he had been severely punished. He wondered if Francis would think he was a baby for crying out in such anguish as he was punished. He had always thought the world of her and now she had seen him at his very worst.

Francis looked at the governor as she was seated comfortably in the governor’s own office. It was a pleasant room and the windows looked out onto the sports field that belong to the facility. Their conversation about Timothy had delighted Francis as the governor had learned more about the boy and the circumstances of his arrest. Francis had explained that she thought that she had recognised the boy when she was visiting the courtroom to oversee the two girls that were being sentenced to the facility.

She had then called the police station and had talked with Police Officer Rowling. She knew the boy’s date of birth and that his birthday was not until next week, as she always sent a present to his home. She had informed the staff that they would be receiving a boy. The governor smiled at her. “Timothy Frasier is a very lucky young man. Make any arrangement you see fit Francis to ensure that he does not get molested.” She smiled, “I know he probably will be, but at least you can keep him with the younger girls on your wing.”

The governor let out her breath and looked keenly at Officer Harrison. “Yes, he has certainly had a narrow squeak. Being such a pretty boy and being so young, he would have been severely molested by the other male inmates if he had been left there. And it seems, Francis, his only crime was going for a ride with his best friend’s brother. He couldn’t have known that they had marijuana in the car.”

She looked keenly at Francis. “I am not at liberty to save him from the harshness or the embarrassments that he will endure under the physical instructor’s supervision. They more or less do as they please, but of course their strictness really works so he will have to put up with it. I doubt he will escape a day or two at the senator’s house either. It won’t take long for the predatory Mrs Shusterbergman the fourth, to discover that we have a good-looking boy internee. She always visits every week and we can’t hide him.”

Francis knew that upsetting Tania Shusterbergman could seriously affect the facility’s generous funding. Even though, the fact that she used internees to work in her house, was probably-not known by her husband. But, all in all, she hoped that Timothy might at least escape the attentions of some of the older female internees.

The governor could see that Francis was relieved by the arrangements being made for Timothy. “How was his mother when you called her?” Francis smiled. “Oh, she was so relieved I can’t tell you how thankful she was. I told her that he was with me and that I would keep him safe and look after him. She just cried when I told her he was with me.”

The governor smiled. “Well after twenty-eight days here he will certainly be thankful to get back home. He seems very shy and quite naïve, so it will be better for him to be with the younger girls. Is there anything else you need right now Francis?” Francis smiled. “Only to say thank you to you Governor and of course, to thank you for my early promotion. I fully intend to repay your faith in me. If anything looks unusual with my arrangements for him, I will come and explain my actions to you. But I think I can manage the routine.”

“Good, he may even benefit from our discipline, even if only to show him how rocky the wrong road in life can be.”

Francis got up and shook the governor’s hand. “Thank you, Madam. I am most grateful.” She left the office and walked back down the long corridor towards the induction rooms.

Francis had known that she would be promoted that year but had been delighted when the governor had brought her promotion forward and had put her in charge of the Junior Wing. It meant that her orders could not be countermanded by any of the officers in the facility and it would certainly make her job far easier.

She was curious to find out how well developed the young boy was. She knew that he had had pubic hair although there had been very little of it, and that he was able to become erect. In fact, she thought that his genitalia were very well developed. But what she did not know was whether he had totally reached puberty. She knew that that fact would soon be ascertained by the doctor who would be giving him his mandatory physical examination. Another culture shock for him, she thought. She called into the preparation area and saw Pat and Christine tidying the room. She took the two new epaulettes out of her pocket and removed her uniform jacket.

Patricia smiled at her. “Isn’t he beautiful. We have never had a boy in like him.” Francis smiled at them both as Christine spoke to her. “He is perfect, where did you find him?” Francis looked at her. “If you would do me a favour while I am gone. I will tell you all about him when I come back. Did you enjoy having him within your clutches.” They both giggled. “We wanted to make him cum, but the doctor would have known instantly.”

Francis looked at them both curiously. “Do you think he is capable of that?” They both giggled again. “Yes absolutely. He is fully developed inside, you know, his prostate. It was throbbing, and he would have spurted if we had not taken our hands away. Honestly, he was absolutely delicious.”

Patricia looked at her. “There is one thing though. I don’t think he has ever ejaculated. I don’t know why, but I don’t think he has. His prostate was very swollen.”

Francis smiled. “I think you are right. Now, I have been promoted to Wing Superintendent. The governor has given me these to sew on. Will one of you do it for me. I am too busy today and yet I have to use my authority to change the Junior Wing around later on.”

Pat and Christine curtsied as they giggled. “Certainly Madam.” They both rushed forward and kissed her on the cheeks. “Well done, Francis. You are the most deserving and the nicest... and the brightest.” Christine looked at her with a sudden predatory look. “And you are the sexiest and I would love to kiss you properly.” Francis blushed. “That is not all you would like to do Christine. I think Patricia ought to give your pretty bottom a good spanking for that remark. “Patricia, if you give Christine a thorough spanking I won’t put her on a charge. Bare bottomed of course.” Christine giggled. “You will have to inspect it Madam, to make sure that is was thorough.”

Francis laughed at them both. “OK it’s a deal, but I want the jacket finished as quickly as you can. You can give Christine her spanking in your rooms tonight.” They were still giggling as Francis left the room.

Francis was pleased with Patricia’s pronouncement that she did not think he had ejaculated. She had always promised herself that she would be the one to do it to him for his first time. She now realised that at best, she would only get to watch it.

She walked to the governor’s induction office. Delighting at the look of the naked boy as he stood, spread-legged and tightly strapped to the frame. She looked at his reddened buttocks. It was the first time she had seen the results of the senior paddle. It looked severe. The boy was no longer sobbing, and she stood behind him, leisurely inspecting his bottom. She suddenly saw the tip of the thermometer protruding from his bottom. She looked closer and realised that it must be the large one that they sometimes used. She knew that he was unable to turn around and see her. Poor Timothy, she thought. Even the governor had said that she had regretted using the senior paddle on his bottom after hearing Francis tell her of his circumstances.

She moved to the desk and pressed the buzzer for the officers to return to the room. She would have liked to unfasten him herself, but that was beneath the duties of a Wing Superintendent. She was not surprised to see that it was Nurse Jennings that had entered the room. She winked at Francis as she knelt down behind the naked boy. “Just relax sweetheart.” Francis saw him shiver violently as the nurse pulled the thermometer from his bottom with a loud plop.

“There we are, all done.” Nurse Jennings looked at thermometer and moved closer to Francis so that she could look at it in the light from the window. Francis saw the huge bowl and looked at Sue Jennings in surprise. It was the largest thermometer she had ever seen and certainly larger than the one she had thought that they had used. Sue saw her look and winked. “This one doesn’t slip out when they are standing against the frame.” She winked and walked to the door and closed it softly behind her.

Francis looked in the wall mirror that was installed in the office. She admired the two extra gold stars upon each shoulder epaulette that the governor had fastened on for her. She had become a superintendent six months earlier than had originally been planned for her.

There were three other wing superintendents within the facility and she liked them all. What would be nice, she thought, was the little private canteen that they enjoyed every lunchtime and every evening. Oh, and of course, the much nicer bedroom and sitting room with a view of the gardens. She sat down behind the governor’s desk, as it was now her right to do so. She was already aware that from now on it would be she that administered the punishment paddling to the new entrants if the governor was unavailable.

She wondered how embarrassed Timothy would have felt, if his bared bottom had been paddled by her? She need not have asked herself that question, she knew that he would have been absolutely mortified, especially if she had paddled him as severely as the governor had demonstrated.

She watched as the door opened and the two tall junior officers entered the room. They immediately looked at her as she sat behind the desk. Their eyes immediately fastened upon the shiny stars that now enhanced the epaulettes of her uniform shirt. They both smiled at her and saluted her humorously. She knew without question that they would certainly not resent her promotion. She had helped them many times since they had started, to assimilate into their duties within the facility. Their normal duties were centred upon physical education and she knew that Timothy would be one of the internees getting the fitness benefit of their gruelling and strict supervision.

She watched them as they moved towards the frame. Traci and gone around to front of the boy and had lifted his chin so that she had his full attention. Amie had quickly reached up for the cuffs at his wrists.

Timothy blushed as he saw the officers pretty face and felt her hand move his head up gently. “We are going to unfasten you. When your hands are loose, grip the sides of the frame and don’t let go. You will feel a bit dizzy when you stand up properly and we don’t want you to fall.”

Her gentle voice and kindness suddenly brought home the fact that his punishment was over. He was even surprised at himself as tears suddenly ran down his cheeks. Traci had seen it many times and knew that it was a common emotion. She smiled at him. “Don’t worry about your tears. Grip the bar with your right hand now that it is free and be ready to grip with your left. The officer will free your legs before she unfastens the waist strap. Trust me you will feel strange for a minute or two.” She wiped his tears away from his cheeks. The gentle gesture made his tears fall even faster.

Timothy felt his left wrist become free and followed the officer’s instruction, gripping the left upright of the frame. He shivered with embarrassment as he felt the hand of the officer who was unbuckling him, stroke the inside of his thigh, her soft fingers moving down against his skin as she began to unbuckle the padded cuff from his ankle. She performed the same gentle stroking to his right thigh as she unfastened the other cuff.

He heard her voice behind him. “Move your feet inwards until you are standing up normally. He felt her loosen the waist strap and suddenly realised that he did feel rather faint. “Stay there until you are sure that you feel alright.” He wondered how they knew that he was feeling dizzy. He steadied himself and did not move until he realised that he had not been far from fainting. “I think I am alright now.” Traci looked at his face seeing the colour beginning to return. “Just wait a few minutes and don’t move until I tell you.”
“Yes Madam.” Timothy replied in an automatic response.

Francis watched as Tracy moved around the frame and took the boys left arm while Amie took his right. They stood with him for a few moments before getting him to step back. She saw him wince as the skin of his bottom moved. She knew that it would start feeling better once he had got over the initial shock of stretching the skin as he moved. They led him through the same doorway that the nurse had exited.

Francis did not follow them but left the boy with Amie and Traci. She knew that his embarrassment within the front office of the medical centre would be profound.

The facility, although old-fashioned in the induction area, had been fully modernised throughout the rest of the buildings. The medical centre was modern and well-equipped with a doctor present at all times.

Timothy blushed as one of the officers spoke to him. “Is your pretty bottom still sore Frasier?” He flushed instantly as she looked at him and caught his eye. “Yes Madam, it really hurts.” She smiled at him. “Well naughty boys always get their bottoms spanked here, so you will have to make sure that you are a good little boy, won’t you?”

They walked down the neat linoleum tiled corridor, passing many doorways and corridor entranceways, before they stopped in front of a wide, opaque glass door. One of the officers pressed a buzzer which was set into the wooden surround and waited until she heard the mechanism release the lock. She pushed the handgrip and they led him inside. Timothy immediately wanted to cover himself, but the officers held his arms firmly.

They were in a large office. Along the wall to their right were three secretarial desks, with a young girl seated at each. In front of them was a reception desk where another girl, slightly older, was seated facing them. To his left, Timothy could see weighing scales and height measuring equipment.

The officers led him past the secretaries to the front of the reception desk. He was blushing with the indignity of having four young girls observing his nakedness. One of the officers spoke to him sternly. “You have been shown how to stand, so get to it... smartly now.” They let go of his arms and Timothy immediately stood as he been instructed. He was absolutely embarrassed to be made to stand naked in front of a pretty girl and spread his legs and put his hands upon top of his almost naked head.

There was a plaque upon her desk which simply said, Nicola Parsons.

The girl was blonde with her hair cut severely short. She was wearing a blue and white striped blouse with white collar and cuffs. He realised that in fact, all the girls had been dressed the same. She looked up from the papers upon her desk and slowly examined his body. Her eyes slowly moved over every inch of him from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Eventually she looked into his face. She did not smile or acknowledge him in any other way. “Name?”

Timothy almost stuttered with embarrassment.

“Timothy Frasier, Madam.”

He was aware of the two uniformed officers moving back so that he was standing on his own in front of the pretty, young receptionist.

“You are thirteen years old. Is that correct?”

“Yes Madam.”

She started to unbutton her cuffs and turn her sleeves back as she spoke to him. “Before we go any further, I want you to turn around and walk forward three paces... and with your legs spread as wide as you can, bend over and grasp your ankles. You will stay like that until I have had a look at you. Do you understand.” He watched her fold her cuffs back until both her arms were bare as he answered her.

“Yes Madam.”

She watched with well-concealed delight, as the boy obeyed her embarrassing instruction.

Timothy was blushing mightily as he stumbled forward two paces. He gasped as he felt the skin of his bottom begin to tighten as he bent over. He grasped his ankles, feeling the heat within his cheeks as be blushed. His blushes increased and suffused both of his cheeks as he heard the click of her heels against the floor. He could tell from her footsteps that she had walked around from her desk and now stood directly behind him.

He shivered as he felt her hand press against his back. “Keep still, I won’t touch your sore bottom if you stay in position. I am going to feel between your legs.”

He could see her slender high heels from between his legs as she bent to one knee and he suddenly felt her fingers cup his scrotum. She weighed his testes within the coolness of her hand for quite some time, before she reached for his penis with her other hand and immediately drew his foreskin back until it was stretched tightly.

Timothy shivered at the sensation of her fingers as she held his penis and testes, gently squeezing the shaft of his penis. She moved her fingers over the exposed head. She let go of his balls and was now using both hands upon his penis, keeping his foreskin tightly retracted. He felt her thumb run over the tip of his opening. He knew immediately that he was becoming erect. His penis throbbed with its terrible warning of his arousal. She held him for several minutes, her thumb moving over the tip in a tantalising motion that he could not escape. He gasped loudly and yet she continued arousing him until she was satisfied. She let go of him and walked back to her desk before instructing him to stand up.

“Come closer to my desk, Frasier, I am not in the habit of shouting.” He moved towards the desk until his thighs were touching the edge. He had once more spread his legs and had placed his hands upon his head. He was acutely aware that his penis had risen and was already pointing outwards. He could feel every humiliating throb as it began to erect.

She looked him in the eye as she spoke sternly, not for one moment letting him see her delight in the fact that his penis was throbbing with the sensation of her deliberate arousal.

“You are here to be examined. I want you to go over to the first desk on my left and stand in front of it. You will answer the questions you are asked promptly and clearly. If you do not know the answer, you will say that you do not know. You have already made one mistake by not giving your correct date of birth. Off you go Frasier.”

Timothy was absolutely red with embarrassment as he approached the first young secretary’s desk. He was now acutely aware that his penis was almost erect. The young girl looked at his face and then deliberately looked down at his groin. He was sure that he could detect a smirk as she looked at his penis which he knew was actually moving up and down as it engorged. Even though none of the three girls, seated on this side of the room could have been more than sixteen or seventeen-years-old, she spoke to him as if he were a child. “I am Miss Hewson, you will address me... and the other girls, as Madam. Now I am going to ask you some questions.”

She looked down at the paper in front of her.

“Have you had:

Chicken Pox?”

“No Madam.”

“Mumps?

“No Madam.”

“Whooping cough?”

“No Madam.”

The list went on. She looked into his face each time and then instead of looking straight back down to her list of questions, she would deliberately look at his penis and testicles.

Finally, she seemed to have finished. “Go to the next desk and adopt your position in front of it.” Timothy already knew better than to not give an answer.

“Yes Madam.”

The next girl was equally as young and equally as pretty. He did not know much about make-up, but he felt sure that all the girls had freshly made up before he had entered the room.

She looked at him as if he were a mere interruption to far more important work. Her first words made him blush. “I am quite sure, Frasier, that your legs should be spread far more widely than that. Get in position, boy.”

Timothy blushed and widened his stance. He knew how exposed he must look as she called for his attention. “Look at me while I am talking to you.”

Timothy felt sure that it was an act, she did not look more than sixteen-years-old. I am going to read a list of inoculations. “You may answer, Yes Madam or No Madam. Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes Madam.”

She asked her questions, taking her time in-between looking at his penis which was now bobbing up and down of its own volition. His cheeks were burning with pure humiliation. To be standing with his legs widely spread and his penis bobbing up and down in front of such an extremely pretty and young girl, shamed him to the core.

When she had finished, she did not instruct him to go to the last desk. He saw, out of the corner of his eye, that the girl had got up from her seat and had moved around her desk to come and stand next to him. She had a plastic rule in her hand.

Her attitude was equally as disdainful of him, as she spoke to him. “Move back three paces and adopt the position that you are in. I am going to examine you for any distinguishing marks.”

As soon as he was in position she placed her hands on either side of his head and looked at his neck and then his shoulders. She slipped her cool hands onto his waist and leaned forward. Looking at his nipples. Suddenly she lifted her left hand and scored her fingernail over the nubbin of flesh until it became erect. She repeated the procedure with his left nipple and then stood back.

She looked at his penis and tapped the throbbing shaft on the underside several times with the plastic rule. “I can see that you are not hiding anything there.” She left the plastic underneath it and lifted it as she bent her knees to look beneath his scrotum.

She let it go and squatted down so that she could examine each thigh. She supported herself by placing her hands upon the flanks of his thighs as she looked at his flesh. Timothy could feel her breath on the tip of his penis and he felt his penis throb up and down in response.

He began to shiver as she moved behind him. He felt her hands everywhere on his body apart from his buttocks as she examined him. “OK bend over and grasp your ankles you must know the routine by now.”

In absolute shame and dumb obedience, Timothy took his hands from his head and grasped his ankles. She made him stay there for several minutes. He knew that she had squatted down again because this time she had placed her hands upon the inner flesh of his thighs. At last, she tapped his hip and spoke to him. “OK Frasier you may get up now. Stand in position in the middle of the room. You are going to be measured.”

Nicola Parsons had enjoyed watching the young secretaries embarrass the boy. She knew that he was unaware that none of the girls had ever examined a naked boy before. She thought that they had all done very well. Nicola had warned them all that on no account was the boy to be stimulated to the point where he might involuntarily ejaculate. She noted that they had all been careful although she knew that the patting of his penis with the ruler had come close to the mark.

She took her tape measure and stood in front of the boy. “Head up and arms by your side, Frasier.” She watched him obey as well as blush prettily at her words. She knew that her short loosely fitting skirt, made her legs look even longer and she had noticed the boy blush with embarrassment as he had been able to look at them properly for the first time.

He was physically perfect, Nicola thought, as well as having such a pretty boyish face. She noted his neat features and she just rejoiced in his embarrassment. She slipped her bared arms under his and let her cheek brush against his soft blushing face. She could feel him shiver at the intimacy of their position. She pressed firmly against his body, letting her young breasts move tantalisingly against his chest as she reached around him. She was delighted to feel the firmness of erection press against her bare legs as she sensuously moving her hands against his smooth flesh. She could feel his breath against her cheek as he gasped with arousal. She gently passed the cloth measuring tape around his back and brought the ends to his chest.

She noted that Miss Hewson had brought a clipboard and had moved to take up her position at his side. Nicola called out his chest measurement to her and moved the tape down to his waist. She called out the measurement then loosened the measure and spoke to Miss Hewson.

“I have to measure his hips now. As his bottom is so sore, would you slip your finger between the cheeks of his buttocks and support the measure so that I don’t have to tighten it too much.” Timothy blushed as he felt the girl’s finger impudently slip between his cheeks. He felt the measure slide down over his inflamed cheeks but felt no discomfort as the back of Miss Parson’s hands touched his bared pubis just above the rigid shaft of his penis.

He shivered as her hands touched the base of his penis. She took her time, feeling him gasp and groan with embarrassment before she let go of one end of the measure.

Miss Hewson. Would you put your clip board down and take the end of the measure and hold it against each ankle in turn? Tell me if there is any discrepancy between the length of each leg, otherwise write the measurement down as ‘inside leg’.”

Nicola moved around to stand behind him. “Put your hands upon your head Frasier, I need them out of the way while I measure the length of your legs.”

Timothy blushed once more as the young receptionist pressed her body against his back. He shivered as her hands slipped around his waist and then to his acute shame, slid over his groin and cupped his scrotum, pulling it upwards and taking his penis with it. She pressed the end of the measure against his perineum. He shivered and shook as Miss Hewson bent down between his legs, her hair brushing against his throbbing penis, as she held the tape to each ankle bone.

“They are both the same Madam. He has very long legs for such a young boy.” She wrote the measurement down as Nicola kept hold of his penis and testicles and moved the measure to his hip. Timothy realised that she could have let go of him, but she did not.

“The Outside measurement please Miss Hewson.” Eventually she released his penis and testicles and once again, moved around to his front. Without warning she grasped his penis and retracted the foreskin. She held him for a few moments before she took the tape and measured from the base of his penis to the tip.

“The penis measures eight inches while fully erect, Miss Hewson.” She stood back and looked him in the face. “Are you also so forward and blatant in displaying your erect penis to young girls. Frasier?” She looked at him as he trembled in shame. “If you persist in such behaviour while you are here, you will find that your pretty little bottom will be continuously sore.”

She led him over to the weighing scales and stood back as she instructed him to stand on the centre of the scale. Timothy was acutely aware of his penis as it bobbed up and down.

When she was satisfied with his position, she moved forward and adjusted the weights until the measurement was completely accurate. Miss Hewson looked at the scale, her slender body touching his, once she had written down the measurement.

He was moved to the platform for height measurements. Embarrassingly, his penis led the way. Nicola reached up and raised the pointer. She stood him beneath it and spoke to him.

“Stand with your legs together and your back straight. That’s it, chin up, now stay as you are.” She lowered the pointer to the centre of his head. Timothy could feel the cold metal against the flesh of his skull.

“Stay there and don’t move until I tell you.” Timothy realised that he was nakedly on display to everyone in the office. He noticed his two uniformed escorts watch him as he stood rigidly while Miss Parsons observed him. Again, Miss Hewson pressed her body against him as she noted the measurement and transferred the information to the form upon her clipboard.

Suddenly Nicola took a firm hold of his penis. She could feel it throb immediately in response to her touch. “Is this penis of yours never going to go down. My you are a rude boy. Right stand where you were. Legs wide apart and your hands upon your head.”

Nicola watched his face as he blushed. The redness had spread to suffuse his chest as tears of shame formed in his eyes. “I will allow you to stand there for five minutes to compose yourself before I take you in to see the doctor. You had better turn and face my desk so that I can keep my eye on you, you, naughty child.”

Timothy felt utterly degraded as he turned towards her desk and stood with his hands upon his head and his legs widely stretched apart. He was aware of his erection pointing upwards and throbbing up and down with arousal. He could not believe how utterly embarrassed he felt. He felt absolutely helpless that he could not control the throbbing of his penis.

He watched the long legs of the young receptionist as she walked back to her desk and looked at him with disdain.

Although her expression was quite severe, Nicola knew that she was completely besotted with the look of the naked young boy. He was the most delightful thing she had ever seen. She could see that he had raised his head upwards. She knew that he was far too embarrassed to look at her.

She held up her hand to Traci and Amie who were standing at the far end of the room, quietly talking together. She stretched out her fingers to indicate a five as she looked at them. Traci nodded to acknowledge the message. They carried on talking watching Miss Hewson reluctantly retreat to her desk.

It was almost ten minutes later that Timothy was held firmly by an officer at each side of him. They marched into the examination room. He was aware that his penis was still erect, but thankfully was no longer throbbing or bobbing up and down.

“Stand in your position, Frasier.”
Timothy did not have to be told. He had automatically begun to spread his legs and raise his arms before the officer had completed her sentence. He could see that the room was very ultra-modern. Everything in it was either white or grey as well as shining surfaces of glass and stainless steel. The walls were completely covered in glass fronted cupboards and shelves. It looked far more modern than anything he had ever seen on medical programs on television.

He stood waiting in the centre of the large room. Everything seemed brightly lit and he could see theatre lights at the far end of the room above an examination bed. Timothy blushed as he was greeted by the nurse that had taken his urine sample and had deftly lubricated and impaled his bottom with the large thermometer.

Behind her stood a tall young woman. She was extremely pretty. Her face was quite exquisite, and Timothy blushed as she smiled at him. “So, you are Timothy? Well Timothy, we have a lot to get through, you and I, so we had better get started, hadn’t we?” She moved to stand in front of him as the officers moved away from each side of him.

The doctor moved nearer to him and looked into his eyes. She could see that he was embarrassed and apprehensive. “The nurse is going to get you bending over the examination table so that I can examine your bottom, so just relax and do what she tells you. I want the skin of your bottom to feel more comfortable before we start your examination.” She smiled at him and gestured to Nurse Jennings. The nurse looked at him and spoke softly. “You can put your hands down by your sides and come with me.” She placed her hand gently around his waist and led him down towards the brightly lit bed at the far end of the room.

“Stand up close to the bed and then I can adjust the height.” As Timothy moved to the bed he watched it move down until the surface was just below his hips. “Now bend forward until your chest is flat on the surface and reach across so that your hands are gripping the other side.” She watched as he obeyed her instruction perfectly. “Good, boy, now just stretch your legs nice and wide until only your toes are touching the floor.” She watched as he obeyed. “Now stay still and don’t wriggle when we touch your bottom. The doctor will be very gentle with you.”

Doctor Kate Nixon carefully examined the body of the young boy as he laid over the bed. His body delighted her, in fact she thought he was quite exquisitely proportioned. His skin was flawless apart from his reddened buttocks and he was muscled as perhaps a good swimmer would be. Firm flesh, but smooth with good resilient skin. She noted that Sue was already holding the spray can and nodded to her. “We are just going to coat your bottom, it is a spray and might feel cold. We will leave it on for a few moments and then the nurse will rub it into your skin. You will feel a lot better for it.”

She stood back and watched the boy shiver as a fine mist from the spray can was applied all over his bottom. They both waited and then Nurse Jennings moved forward and began to smooth her hand over his buttocks. Kate noticed that she was not wearing gloves and smiled at her as she almost kneaded the young boy’s buttocks until they were glistening. He had not gasped or moved, and she understood that their kind attitude had calmed the timid boy. She was well aware that he would have been embarrassed beyond endurance in the front office as the girls had measured and inspected him.

“OK Timothy you can stand up now.” She waited until the nurse had turned him around to face her. Now Timothy, this facility has a very intensive program of physical training. So, we need to assess your fitness, before we let you start the program. We are going to put you on the treadmill. We will be increasing the incline as you run. So, let’s get you started, shall we?” Nurse Jennings immediately took his arm and led him over to a shiny treadmill. The controls were on the side of the machine, so that each end was open. The occupant could be observed from both the front and the back.

“Hold the rails until you are comfortable matching the speed. The speed will not vary, but the incline will. It will start off slowly and I will tell you when we have reached the required speed. Then, if you wish, you make let go of the rails and concentrate on your running.” Timothy listened and understood what he must do as he stepped on to the rubber conveyor and waited for the machine to start. He was well used to the treadmill at school and often used it if the weather was too hot outside. However, he was acutely aware that he would now be running while he was stark naked and that he would be observed by the pretty doctor and the nurse.

He blushed as he saw that they were both observing his naked body. He held the rails as the machine started and was relieved to hear the doctor tell him that he had reached the required speed. He was aware that his penis was moving from side to side as he ran. As he got into his stride, he could feel it slapping against his thighs. He tried to ignore it as he prepared for the first increase in the incline.

Kate moved around to the front to observe his movement and listen to his breathing. She had not thought it necessary to put a monitor on his chest. She adjusted the first incline at two minutes and saw that he was moving easily. She could see that the motion of his penis had made it thicken slightly, as he ran with it slapping against his thighs, swinging from side to side. She adjusted the incline again and watched as he ran. She could hear his breathing, but it seemed controlled and regular.

His hands had left the safety rails and he was moving smoothly. She increased the incline at one minute, realising that the boy was very fit. He was still keeping pace and as yet there seemed to be no redness to his face. Suddenly she saw him blush and looked at his groin to see that his penis was almost erect. It had now stopped slapping against his thighs. She delighted in the sight of him as she increased the incline to maximum. He was still running easily, his face now reddened by constant blushing rather than physical effort. She did not speak to him but watched as he coped with the increasing severity of effort required to keep up with the treadmill.

Timothy was more aware of his penis becoming erect than he was of his physical effort. He knew that the doctor had noticed his condition. He felt himself blush as she watched him. Her pretty face unnerved him. To be watched while he was running, his body completely naked and his penis fully erect, seemed so embarrassing in front of the pretty, young doctor.

Kate looked at the dial to see that he had been running for twelve minutes. She could hear that his breathing was laboured. She spoke to him. “Tell me if you think you could do two more minutes.” He nodded but concentrated on his running. She listened to him until she could hear his breath become ragged. She slowed the device and lowered the incline, watching him as it came to a stop.

He bent forward and held his knees as he took deep gulps of breath. She reached over the rail and took his arm to lead him from the machine. “Stand up straight I need to listen to your chest.” She moved close to him, feeling his rigid penis press against her skirt. His heart rate was rapid but regular. He was blushing as she pressed her fingers to his groin and felt his femoral artery. She moved behind him and listened to his heart again. Her stethoscope moving smoothly over his back. “Spread your legs please.” She moved around to his front and immediately cupped her hands under his testicles. “Cough please.”

He blushed to a deep shade of red as he stood with his legs spread wide and attempted to cough. “Another one please.” He coughed again looking at her shamefully as she continued to hold his testes in the cool palm and fingers of her hand. He felt utterly humiliated and mortified as he stood in front of the pretty doctor with his penis fully erect. He could feel it throb violently and groaned inwardly with acute embarrassment.

Kate was fully aware of his embarrassment. But she was also intrigued that he should be so aroused. She knew that an erection, which was almost at the point of ejaculation, was still unusual, even for a boy as young as Timothy. She knew that she needed to find out the reasons for such an acute state of arousal. She almost laughed as the nurse rolled her stool behind her.

She sat down and let go of his scrotum. “I need to ask you some questions. I notice that your penis is erect, tell me Timothy, when did you last masturbate?”

She saw him blush profusely. He had begun to shiver with embarrassment as she looked up to his anguished face. “Oh, Doctor erm Madam. I have never done that. I promise truthfully. I have never done that.”

Kate Nixon was intrigued. She knew from the development of his genitalia that he would have been capable of ejaculating, probably for more than a year. “Really Timothy, you have never ejaculated?”

She saw his look of protest. “No Madam, I never have. I promise.”

This is not possible, she thought. “You have never, ever, even accidentally expressed anything other than urine from your penis. Is that correct?”

“Please Doctor, I have never done anything like that. It’s the truth.”

She thought perhaps that he had ejaculated during the night. It was not possible she thought, that a boy obviously so well developed for his age should not have expressed semen. She looked towards Nurse Jennings. “Would you get him in the stirrups please. Position three.” Nurse Jennings smiled knowingly at her as she took the boy’s arm. “Let’s get you organised, shall we Timothy!”

She led the blushing boy back to the table and soon had him seated on the end of it. “Lay back and relax your legs, I am going to lift them up one by one. Stretch your arms out behind you and just relax. You must be tired after your little run on the treadmill.” The stirrups were at either side of the bed and were raised only to the height of the surface.

She watched the boy obey her promptly and lifted each leg spreading it wide and then raising it a few inches until it lay comfortably in the stirrup. She enclosed the straps over his shins. She had not elevated the stirrups yet. Instead, she moved around the bed and fastened his forearms until they were firmly strapped down to the surface of the bed. He looked at her in apprehension, remembering that the last time he had been fastened he had been paddled.

“Relax, we are not going to hurt you. But the rules state that everyone has to be fastened down. Don’t fret Timothy.”

She pressed her hand against his chest. “Just relax while I raise the bed to the correct position. She stabbed the button for position three and looked down at the boy. She knew that he would be alarmed if she had just left him as the stirrups stretched his legs high and wide. She saw that his long legs had accommodated the positioning. Sue Jennings looked down at his blushing face. I just need to go a little higher, because of your long legs. Just relax. She pressed the manual control until his legs were raised higher and then moved them back until his bottom was raised from the bed. He was gasping with trepidation as she placed a small bolster beneath the small of his back.

Timothy was absolutely humiliated by his positioning. His legs were raised so high and splayed so widely, that he could actually feel the air upon his sphincter. Every inch of his body seemed to be exposed as if he was offering his bottom-hole to anyone who cared to look or touch. Open and vulnerable, like an invitation!

“There we are all done. The doctor will be with you shortly.” She checked his positioning, seeing that he was widely stretched and totally accessible. His penis was standing upwards, from between the wide aperture of his thighs. “I might as well get you lubricated while we are waiting for her.” She saw him blush as she reached to the side tray and took the tube of lubricant. She did not bother with gloves, knowing that the boy was squeaky clean inside. She lubricated her fingers and saw that the boy was blushing furiously and trembling with shame as he watched her every move.

Mischievously, she nonchalantly lifted his testes and plied her fingers inside the widely stretched cleft of his bottom. He moaned and tried to wriggle as she expertly lubricated his sphincter. Without prior warning she slipped two, well lubricated, fingers up inside him. She did not heed his gasps and groans as she slipped the nozzle of the tube through the tight ring of flesh and squeezed more lubricant into his anal passage. She patted his thigh gently. “There, we are all done. Now just lie back and relax until the doctor comes.”

Nurse Jennings wheeled a screen across from the side of the room and left it a few yards from the end of the pneumatic examination bed.

Timothy could no longer observe the room and therefore did not see Doctor Nixon talking to Francis at the far end of it. He looked up at the modern theatre light above his head. His thoughts of feeling as if he was displaying himself wantonly, like a lewd, deliberate invitation, had been confirmed as the nurse had casually penetrated his bottom as if he were offering it up to her. He felt a shiver run through his body as he tried to relax. He could see to his horror, that his penis was still fully erect and standing up between his thighs.

“So, Francis, you think that he is telling the truth?” Francis smiled. “I have known Timothy and his mother since he was little. He is a very shy and timid boy. I have never known him to tell a lie. He is not of that type. I suppose you could say that his life has been very sheltered. He has always come home straight after school, knowing that his mother gets worried even if he is a few minutes late. I have not seen him for a few years as I was away training for this. But I have kept in touch with his mother, so I know that nothing has really changed. What I did hear from Patricia today was that he was almost at the point of ejaculating while they were bathing him. She said that they had to be very careful with him. She also said that she thought his prostate was very swollen.”

Kate looked at Francis. “Well if he hasn’t yet ejaculated it would certainly be swollen. I am going to check him now. So, perhaps you can give him some comfort while I get to the bottom of this, so to speak.” Francis giggled. “Aptly put, Kate.”

Francis looked towards where Amie and Traci were standing. Traci was holding a cup of iced water. “I thought that the boy will need a drink by now.” Francis smiled. “I should have thought of that myself. Will you take it to him? I think his next part of his examination will be rather interesting.”

Kate and Francis talked for a while before walking down to the screens that were obscuring the examination table. Officer Traci Collins was holding the boys head up sufficiently for him to drink. Francis noticed that she had loosened the straps upon his arms. She thought the boy looked delicious with his legs spread so high and so widely apart. She could see that his penis was engorged and laying against his pubis. His testes looked plump and tightly drawn up between his thighs. Doctor Nixon nodded to Traci who laid the empty plastic cup on the head of the bed and efficiently tightened the straps back over his forearms. Francis noticed that the boy was blushing again as he realised that he now had the attentions of three officers as well as the nurse and the Doctor.

Doctor Nixon looked into his eyes as she spoke to him. “Right, Frasier, let’s have a look at you.” He blushed as the doctor moved between his thighs and laid her hand upon his hip. He looked at her, his face red with shame. The doctor did not bother with gloves as she smoothed her hand over his genitalia. She lifted his penis and drew back the foreskin and examined it carefully. She thought the pale flesh showed no redness at all. She lifted his testes and felt each one individually.

She felt the boy shiver at her cool touch and the embarrassment of his position. “I am going to have a feel around inside you to see what is going on. “You are sure that you have never masturbated. Is that correct Frasier.” He blushed but managed to answer her. “Yes Madam, I never have.” She looked at him again as she felt between his legs at the generous lubrication that nurse Jennings had applied. “Why did you not play with your penis, you must have felt the urge many times?” Timothy blushed until his face was almost purple. “I thought it was wrong and... erm, I didn’t like the thought of doing it to myself.” If the truth were known. It was the thought of what Francis would think of him if she knew what he was doing to himself. That thought had often manifested itself in his vision of Francis looking down upon him while he was playing with his penis. The embarrassment of his vision was so strong that he had desisted from touching himself.

She smiled at his embarrassment. “Well that little problem will certainly be taken care of while you are here. The officers will certainly not let you walk around with an erect penis and masturbation is forbidden. So, I am sure you will be taken care of one way or another. Now just relax, while I feel inside you.”

She heard him gasp as soon as her fingers touched his sphincter. Without any further warning Doctor Nixon casually slipped two fingers straight up inside his bottom. His hips jerked, and he gasped at the intense sensation.

“Hoo..ah.” She looked at him as her fingers gently explored inside him. She immediately felt his prostate. It was very swollen but also soft and malleable. She knew that it was perfectly healthy and knew that if the boy had ever masturbated it had not been in the past six months. She had never felt a healthy gland so swollen. She could feel no other anomalies, so she decided to proceed with expressing as much semen as she could. She knew that it would take several ejaculations before his prostate was down to a normal size. She also knew that the boy would be constantly monitored while he was here and thought that his sensitivities were in for a severe culture shock over the next few weeks. She noted that Traci and Amie were both standing close to the bed and looking down at him. Francis was by his head and she understood that he would definitely associate his first ejaculation with the vision of her standing over him.

Timothy looked at Francis. He could feel his face suddenly flush, his cheeks burned with shame. He felt absolutely humiliated to be in such an extremely open position with Francis watching him. He knew that she was observing his every movement as he shivered at the sensation of the doctor’s fingers within his bottom. He thought that he was about to die of embarrassment as she nonchalantly watched him quiver and gasp at each touch of the doctor’s hands upon his naked body.

Kate looked towards nurse Jennings who had come to stand by her side. “Testicles and hold the penis upright for me as he erects. Please Nurse.” Nurse Jennings looked at the timid young boy as she gently lifted his testicles up from between his thighs. She squeezed them lightly, watching his face as she grasped the shaft of his penis and squeezed firmly. She was delighted with his sudden shiver as she held him in her hands. Kate stroked her fingers very gently over his prostate as she scored the fingertips of her left hand over the opening of his urethra. Her voice was soft and coaxing as she spoke to the young boy. “Just relax Frasier. You will soon become used to this procedure.” She smiled to herself as the lie smoothly rolled off her tongue.

She did not apply any more pressure to his prostate other than a gentle smoothing of her two fingers as she carefully teased the very tip of his penis. She could hear him gasp as his penis began to erect. She saw that Nurse Jennings was now retracting his foreskin and pulling the flesh down the shaft to give her unhindered access to sensitive glans above. Kate did not want to hurry the boy’s first ejaculation.

There was nothing more sacred than the first time, whether it was a girl or boy. She smiled as she saw Francis leaning over him. She could see that her nipples were erect and pressing against her white uniform shirt. The dark aureoles of her nipples showed quite clearly against the sheer cotton. The nubs of flesh were prominently displayed, and Kate realised that she was in the ideal position to imprint her loving dominance upon the young boy. He was looking up at her in wonderment as his penis became fully erect. His gasps and groans were directed to her alone. Kate saw her stroke her hand over the boy’s short hair and her other hand gently score her fingernails over his nipples.

Yes, she thought, the mechanics of his first ejaculation were not in the same league as watching his reactions as he gave up his seed to the beautiful face that filled his vision. She decided that she would not speak to the boy so that any words that he heard would be those of his beloved Francis. It was plain to see that he was beguiled by her.

Doctor Kate Nixon made sure that she prolonged his stimulation, keeping her movements against his flesh soft and delicate. Her fingers played lightly against the very tip of his penis. His hips were almost rising from the bed as his penis sought the pleasure that her clever fingers were bestowing upon his straining flesh. Carefully she slipped her finger and thumb down onto the coronal rim, immediately feeling his shiver of sensation. Carefully she applied a firmer pressure to his prostate feeling it pulse as her fingers gently passed over it. She teased and cajoled his naïve sexual senses, never letting him get to the point where he would be able to relieve his feelings.

She heard Francis speak to the boy. Her voice soft but firm as she looked into his timid face. “Just relax Timothy and let the doctor examine you.” She stroked his head and saw his look of love emanate radiantly from his eyes. She could see that he was already in the throes of sexual abandonment and yet utterly humiliated at the same time.

Kate firmed her grip upon the glans of his penis. Her fingers deftly and nonchalantly swept around the rim. She felt him shiver and heard his gasps as she began to slowly goad his prostate with firmer sweeps of her fingers before suddenly prodding the gland with the pads of her middle and index finger. She felt the gland pulse and knew that he was beyond the point where he could hold back his ejaculation. She pushed her hip against Nurse Jennings and nodded to her. Immediately she saw her nurse begin to squeeze and jiggle his testes as she pulled his foreskin tight and began to palpate the shaft in quick and decisive movements. She noticed that Traci had retrieved a jar from the side counter and was holding it in readiness.

Francis knew that the boy would ejaculate soon. She scored her fingers firmly over his nipples and gently stroked his cheek as Kate began her final assault upon his timid young body. Kate’s fingers began to fly over his flesh. She intended his ejaculation to be fierce and memorable. She prodded and goaded his prostate, pushing another finger through his sphincter. She could feel the gland pulse wildly as both of her hands stimulated his flesh to such an extent that his body suddenly became rigid.

Traci and Amie were delighted at the boy’s response. They could see every sinew clearly delineated beneath his smooth skin as he became almost delirious with sensation. Kate withdrew her fingers from his bottom and pushed all four back through his sphincter. She squeezed and stabbed his prostate in a rapid sequence, hearing him cry out in distress as her left hand became a flurry of movement over the head of his penis.

Francis looked down upon Timothy’s blushing and anguished face. His embarrassment was obvious. She arched her eyebrow with an enquiring look. Knowing full-well that he knew that he had at last reached the point of no return. His breath was uneven, and he was gulping for more air. She knew that it was the most traumatic experience of his young life.

Callously she looked at him, lowering her head until it was almost touching his. “Come along little Timmy. I want a full ejaculation from you. I will not let you evade your procedure. Be a good boy and do your best.” Her words seemed, to spur him onwards even though he was wracked with helpless emotion. Francis knew that her next action would be callous and cruel and yet somehow, she knew that it would induce the response she required from him.

“Come along now, this is a required procedure and I will not allow you to evade it.” She could see that he was lost to his emotions. Callously and nonchalantly she fastened her lips upon his. She speared his mouth with her tongue, just as she knew that Kate was spearing his bottom with her fingers. She robbed him of his breath when he needed it the most. Yes, it was cruel and yet she knew that it was right. She felt his chest rise as he tried to draw in air which was denying him. She held him in the throes of utter agony and ecstasy. A plateau that she knew he had never yet reached in his young life.

To the onlookers, his fountain of semen was a sight to behold. His youthful and unused sexual organs were propelling his seed up into the air so forcefully and rapidly that Traci looked as if she was playing netball as she reached high to contain his forceful emissions within the wide lipped jar. Dextrously and amused at her physical prowess, she caught each and every globule as he ejaculated wildly and helplessly.

He spurted and spurted in uncontrolled abandon. His body now tensing with each and every torturous discharge.

Francis could feel his anguish and knew that he was beyond any semblance of control as she lifted her mouth from his. She knew, as he gulped air into his lungs, that she had conquered his psyche as comprehensively as Kate had made him ejaculate.

Traci was grinning happily as she continued to chase his wild canon-shots of semen as if it were a game. Suddenly the boy collapsed. His body relapsed back onto the bed, his eyes wide open in wonderment as he looked at Officer Harrison. His voice was shaking with emotion as he looked up at her “Oh, Francis. Oh, I mean Madam... oh.” His eyes were filled with wonderment as he looked up.

Francis looked down upon him. “I shall smack your bottom for that impertinence Timothy. You will always call me Madam, is that understood?”

She was thrilled with his breathless words. “Oh yes madam, I know that you will.”

Kate carefully examined his prostate before she gently withdrew her fingers and let go of his penis. She watched as Nurse Jennings beckoned to Traci to bring the jar to the head of his penis as the nurse ran her fingers upwards in a milking motion and tilted the erectile flesh so that Traci could scoop the last globule of semen into the glass.

They all watched as Francis leaned right over the boy for a second time and took his head in her hands. She lowered her face to his and kissed him deeply. Eventually she raised her head and looked at the young boy. She saw with satisfaction that he was lost within her gaze.

She spoke to him sternly. I shall expect a complete and full ejaculation from you Timothy, when the doctor stimulates you again. If you fail me your bottom will suffer for it. She delighted in his look of realisation that it was not yet over.

Kate walked around his openly displayed body and stood next to Francis. Her words were directed at the young officer but were ostensibly meant for the boy to hear. “I will allow him twelve minutes refractory period and then l want him to be stimulated far more vigorously this next time. So, Officer Harrison you will be in charge of this next procedure. That is an order. You will penetrate his bottom for me and also the tip of his penis. Nurse Jennings will assist you. I want a firm and thorough palpation of his prostate. His bottom is in good enough condition for you to spank him, should he try to evade his procedure. These young boys can be very obstinate when they are being milked, so I insist that you apply a firm hand. Do you understand your orders Officer Harrison?”

Francis looked down at the young boy. “Of course, doctor, I can assure you that he will be made to produce a full and thorough ejaculation. I presume that he will be being constantly milked of his semen until he is able to control his erections. I shall instruct the staff to make sure that his bottom is consistently penetrated until he is able to behave himself.”

Francis watched the boy’s face, seeing that the doctor’s words, as well as her own, had had the desired effect upon his naïve sensibilities. His embarrassment seemed so profound, that she knew he was close to fainting with embarrassment. They left him to absorb their words and to ponder his fate.

They walked away to the far end of the room. Kate faced Francis and placed her hand upon her breast. “I could see your nipples were hard, Francis. Mind you, he did look delicious. I have never seen such copious amounts of semen from one emission. Quite amazing!” She looked at her coyly. “I thought the fact that I ordered you to produce his next ejaculation was an ideal way of letting the boy know that it was your duty rather than a desire to milk his beautiful young penis. I am sure you will enjoy it thoroughly.”

Francis looked at her, grinning from ear to ear. “Yes, I will, you devious little doctor, you mischievous medic, I shall enjoy it thoroughly. How many times a day do you think we should milk him. He is so young and fit, I would imagine that he could cope with quite a few.”

Kate smiled. “Oh, I’ve had a boy ejaculate ten times in a day. He was very much like Timothy, but not so good looking. Have you noticed how perfect his physique is? It’s quite unusual to see a boy so perfectly proportioned.”

Francis smiled at Kate’s observation of her young protégé. “He has always looked good. Even when he was small, he never had a blemish. Neat features and very handsome, right from when I first met him. I am rather-worried that Mrs Shusterbergman will get her hands upon him. The governor thinks that she will and that there is nothing that we can do.”

Kate looked at her worried face. “Look Francis he is here, and so it is very likely, in fact almost certain, that she will. We can’t do anything about her. He will have to put up with it, rather-like everything else that he will endure while he is here. You can’t watch over him twenty-four-hours a day. So, don’t try. He will survive, but you can’t stop the staff treating him like eye-candy and having their wicked way with him. Anyway, what you will be doing to him in a few minutes time, will be a severe culture shock.”

Francis laughed. “You are right as always Kate. Let’s get on with it.”

Timothy was still in turmoil as the two officers that had strapped him to the aitch frame returned and stood to one side of the bed. He saw that Nurse Jennings was wheeling the screen away as Francis and the pretty doctor returned. The nurse had made him drink two cups of a sweetened solution that she had said would hydrate him more-quickly than plain water. She had then lubricated his bottom. Ignoring his wriggling as she had deeply penetrated his anus. He was blushing in embarrassment as Francis stood looking down at him. Her voice was firm and clear.

“I am going to test your penile response Frasier. So, let’s get started on you.” Timothy watched in utter trepidation as she undid the cuffs of her shirt and rolled them back until her forearms were bared. She smoothed her fingers over his cheek and let her fingers trail down to his chest. She heard his breathing quicken and his gasps as she scored the nails of both hands over his nipples. She stimulated them until she could see his eyes become glassy. She moved her hand down his torso, smoothing and caressing his flesh.

Nonchalantly she smoothed her right-hand down to his penis and lifted it from his pubis. She could feel that the shaft was already pulsing as it engorged. She moved to stand between his legs and lifted his scrotum, feeling the weighty testes move freely within the tightened skin. She was delighted to feel his penis throb as it became fully erect.

She looked at his face to see him watching her, his face wreathed in anxiety and apprehension. Just relax Frasier, this is a mandatory procedure that I am charged with carrying out. She could see his eyes follow her hands as she dipped them in a jar of lubricant that Nurse Jennings had placed upon the side table. She could see his embarrassment as she overtly coated both hands until they were glistening under the strong operating-theatre lights.

“Relax your bottom please.” She quickly slapped his thigh just above where he had been paddled. She saw him look at her, his expression was one of complete humiliation and hurt, that she would smack him.

She looked down at his beautifully splayed cheeks. He looked exquisite, she thought as placed one hand upon the juncture of his thigh and pubis. She ran her fingers down the crevice between the cheeks of his bottom, marvelling at the firmness of his buttocks. The pads of her fingers lingered against his sphincter, before she slipped two fingers up inside him. The nurse had obviously made his sphincter far more pliable and Francis decided that she would not procrastinate from penetrating him with all four of her slender fingers.

She had often thought of this moment and now she was going to put it in practice. “Now relax completely as I am going to penetrate you fully.” She delighted in his shameful expression as withdrew her fingers and closed all four together. With a nonchalant ease, she slipped the tips up into him. “Deep breaths, Frasier.” She heard him draw in his breath as she slid the fingers further into him. She could feel the muscle of his sphincter stretch and tighten against her knuckles as she eased all four fingers up into his bottom.

“Oooohhh. Ah... ah!” She ignored his groans and gasps of protest as she orientated her fingers so that she was ready to apply them to his prostate gland. Her voice was casual and matter-of-fact as she spoke to the nurse.

“Oh nurse, would you retract the prepuce fully and stretch it as tightly as you can.” Timothy could hardly believe the casual indifference that she seemed to show for his feelings as he gasped with alarm as the nurse ran her fingers down the shaft of his penis and bared him fully.

“Thank you, Nurse, that gives me plenty of room.” She smiled at Sue Jennings before she turned her attention to the blushing young boy prostrated before her.

“Now Frasier, I intend that you give me a full and thorough emission of semen. If you do not, I shall allow you no respite from my manipulation of your penis or the stimulation to your prostate gland.”

“Testicles, please Nurse.” She watched Sue cup his scrotum and lift it up from where it was resting against her wrist. She felt the boy shiver as she smoothed her fingers gently over the swelling of his prostate. “Just relax and let it happen. Be a good boy for me.”

Francis began her well-practiced routine. She knew that the boy would be almost delirious by the time she had finished with him. “Just relax while I stimulate you.” She began. Her fingers began to flutter inside of him. As she proceeded she knew that the pressure against his sphincter would also aid her in his total evacuation of his seminal fluids.

She let her fingers apply a firmer pressure as she slipped the fingers of her left hand around the coronal rim of the head of his straining penis. She knew that she was unable to prolong his ejaculation. The sensations that she knew that she was eliciting from his flesh were far too intense for a young boy to cope with. She let the fingernail of her left-hand score over the tip of his urethra as began his total subjugation of his most sensitive nerve endings.

She watched as his head thrashed from side to side as she cruelly stimulated the very core of his young body. She could see that he was already beyond endurance and yet she quickened and firmed up the fluttering of her fingers deep inside his bottom. She could feel his prostate pulse as his body reluctantly readied itself to erupt in a violent response to her fingers. She could see Kate looking at the boy’s face. His expression looked even more anguished than when he was being paddled.

Her voice was calm and measured as she goaded him with her words. “Come along now, I will not have you trying to evade a full and thorough ejaculation.” Her fingers flew over the head of his penis, eliciting a response from every nerve within it. She watched as this time Amie took the wide lipped jar and held it in readiness. She could see that his thighs were shaking and wriggling within their confinement until suddenly his body tensed to a rigid rictus of utter abandonment. His penis erupted with fat and viscous globules of semen. His gasps for breath were loud and pronounced as Francis goaded him without respite.

Each and every eruption seemed to be torn from his body with a wretched gasp and groan as he spurted fiercely without interval.

Francis had begun to prod firmly inside his bottom. Timing her fingers to that of the rapid pulsing of the gland. She saw Kate squeeze both of his nipples as the boy shook and shivered in absolute turmoil. Nurse Jennings was not only rapidly squeezing his testes, she was also milking the shaft of his penis in times with Francis’s stimulation of the glans.

His last wretched and anguished eruption was like the culmination of a firework display. He literally shivered from head to foot as he spurted his finale high into the air. Francis was thrilled as she now saw him pulsing in an agonising dry ejaculation. Francis gently let her fingers smooth over his gland as she withdrew them from between his quivering buttocks. She let go of his penis and stroked her hand caringly over his tummy. “Good boy, Timothy.” Francis was surprised to see Kate smooth her hands over his chest in a comforting gesture.

On Kate’s instruction Nurse Jennings lowered his legs until he was laid with his legs spread wide but level with the bed. Kate and Francis left Aimee and Traci gently stroking their hands over his body. Francis had almost burst out laughing as Amie had held up the two specimen jars to show her that she was the winner by several CC’s.

Kate looked at Francis. “I would imagine that that was the most traumatic experience that he has ever had. I am going to leave him for an hour. He will sleep as soon as Sue covers him in a sheet. I am going to leave his arms fastened, but I have loosened them so that he will sleep comfortably. He certainly is a prolific little boy. You must be delighted with him. Of course, you realise, that despite whatever happens to him in here, that he will be tied to you irrevocably. Probably... for the rest of his days.

Francis was not fazed by the prospect of winning the boy’s love and adoration. She had always presumed that at some point in her life that she would take up with Timothy. Of course, his incarceration had speeded things up. The age gap was too large at his present age. But, she thought it would be an ideal discrepancy by the time he reached eighteen and she was twenty-two. She would certainly ponder upon a way to take control of him well before then.

It was two hours later that Timothy was standing in front of the same counter that he had first seen when Francis had brought him into the facility. He had adopted the position and was standing naked in front of the two officers. He had been fed after his medical examination, his face was still blushing after his intensive ordeal. Now as he stood with his legs widely astride and his hands upon his head, he wondered what would be next on his embarrassing agenda.

Both of the officers looked at the naked boy, noting the perfection of his appearance. The blonde officer turned to her colleague. “Officer Hart. Would you appraise the size of the boy’s genitalia for me please?”

Timothy stood and watched as the dark-haired officer walked around the counter and approached him. “Keep still, or you will be receiving another spanked bottom.” He shivered with utter embarrassment as the officer stood in front of him and calmly cupped his scrotum and his penis in both hands. He shivered at her cool touch as she looked at him. Her expression was one of amusement as she realised that he dared not move for fear of further punishment. Her hands encased him totally as she moved them gently smoothly over his genitals. At last she let him go and stood back, seeing that his penis had become plump from her touch. She turned to her companion. “Medium, should do for the athletic support. But I think he can cope with small paper panties.”

Timothy watched her as the blonde warder handed her a jock strap. She turned and spoke to him. “Take your hands down and put this on.” She handed him a brief jockstrap and moved back to allow him room to put it on. Timothy was blushing furiously, realising that he was becoming aroused from her touch. Quickly he stepped into the garment and pulled it up. He blushed as he put his hands inside to adjust his penis and testicles. It felt snug but not too tight. He stood upright and looked at the two officers.

“Yes, that is fine. Now take it off again please.” Timothy blushed and then obeyed her seeing that his penis sprung forth as he lowered the garment to his ankles and stepped out of it. The officer took it from him and placed it upon the counter. He watched as her colleague handed her a small pair of pants. They looked like very brief panties that girls wore. “Put these on and let me see you in them.” Timothy again obeyed her instantly. He caught her look of amusement as he pulled them up and adjusted himself inside the flimsy knickers. They seemed to be made of paper, with elasticated waist and legs. They were cut very briefly and showed most of his pubis, just barely covering his penis and testicles.

They both looked at him, their faces smirking as they examined him. Timothy looked down to see that his penis and testicles were clearly outlined in the flimsy material.

The blonde officer addressed him. “Those are made of paper. They will disintegrate if you get them wet. You will be given one pair of these, every morning and another pair at midday. If you tear them, you will be walking around without covering, so you had better take care of them. Now step forward and put this on.” She handed her colleague a garment that looked like a short dress. It had no buttons although it was open at the front. The second officer handed it to him as she spoke. “Put your arms in the sleeves and then wrap it around you. There are ties at either side, you are to tie them in a single bow. Not a double, just a single bow.”

Timothy put on the thin robe-like garment. The sleeves were short, and the hem was even shorter. He felt around for the ties and saw that the robe folded across his front. He tied a single bow. He looked down at himself and saw that the hem did not entirely cover his brief panties. He stood upright and looked at the two officers. “What size shoe are you?” Timothy answered her promptly. “Erm, a nine, Madam.”

She reached behind her counter and produced a pair of flimsy soles that had elasticated tops of a thin, wispy material. They looked like the sort a flat slip-on that a girl would wear. The second officer took them from the counter and handed them to him. “Kneel down and put these on.” Timothy took them, seeing that they were a soft sole of rope or similar material. He slipped them on, feeling the elastic sides barely cover his toes and heel. When had got them both on he stood upright. They were comfortable, but as he looked down at them he realised that they were nothing more than a sole with a flimsy lightweight material, similar to his brief pants. They were elasticated enough for them not to slip off. They definitely looked like a girl’s slip-on.

“The shoes are disposable and will be changed every morning and again at midday. They are not robust, so you had better be careful with them if you do not want to be barefoot. The other garment will be taken away and washed. You will get a replacement every morning. You are to take the jockstrap with you and give it to your instructor, who will decide when you are to wear it. Officer Hart will now escort you to your fitness instructor. “

Officer Hart took the jockstrap and handed it to him. She took his arm and led him through the doorway. They walked down a long corridor as they reached the end of it she stopped him. “Adopt the position Frasier.” Timothy obeyed her, realising that the hem of his thin robe had risen up above his brief panties. “Stay there while I have a good look at you.” Timothy obeyed and blushed as he realised that he must look more like a girl than a boy. Officer Hart knew exactly what he looked like. His long bare legs were beautifully shaped and most of his firm buttocks were on display to her. She moved around to his front and examined him at her leisure. She looked amused and smirked at him as she spoke. “Well if it wasn’t for that sweet bulge in your panties, you would look just like a pretty girl, Frasier. Now don’t move while I have a feel to see how much room you have inside your little knickers.”

Timothy felt his cheeks begin to burn as the pretty officer moved forward. She held his gaze as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of his panties. He gasped as she cupped his testicles and his penis within her cool hand. “Well we certainly haven’t left you a lot of room, have we Frasier?” Timothy blushed to a deeper shade of red as caressed his penis. “Did the doctor make your squidgy penis squirt, Frasier?”

Timothy blushed to a deeper shade of red as she looked enquiringly into his eyes. His lips were trembling as he answered her. “Oh, yes Madam.”

“I thought so, little boys have to have their peenies milked, so that they don’t walk around with their little willies poking out in front of them.” She squeezed his testicles and withdrew her hand from his fragile panties. She looked at his face for quite some time before she moved back. “You are a very pretty boy and I know someone who is going to want to take you home with her.” She smirked again before she told him to remove his hands from his head and once again took his arm. She led him down another long corridor to a pair of double doors that faced them.

She swiped a key-card into a slot at the side of the door and watched as one of the doors swung inwards. She led him through it. She watched his face as she escorted him in to the large gymnasium. She saw his look of realisation and embarrassment as he saw the naked girls. They were running around a track that occupied the perimeter of the gym. Several officers, all dressed in brief shorts and tee-shirts were watching the girls as they ran. There must have been six or seven girls. Their naked bodies were gleaming with perspiration as they concentrated their efforts on running.

Officer Hart led him towards one of the officers that was standing against the side of the track. There was a desk next to her and a cupboard behind her. She looked extremely tall and fit. Her long legs were bare right up to the briefs that she was wearing. Her tee-shirt was tight across her full breasts. The cleavage between her breasts was accentuated by a stout lanyard from which hung a whistle as well as several key-cards.

Timothy was blushing profusely by the time they reached the pretty officer. He tried to avoid looking at the naked girls as they passed him by. He could hear their laboured breath as they ran past.

“This is Timothy Frasier, Madam. I’ll leave him with you.” The tall athletic officer hardly gave him a glance as she thanked Officer Hart. As his escort left to exit the gym, the tall girl looked down at his blushing face. She reached forward and took the jock-strap from his hand. “Strip and place all of your clothes on the desk. Do it carefully otherwise they will probably disintegrate.” She reached her arm forward and pulled the string of the thin robe. Without another word she reverted her attention back to the girls on the track.

Timothy blushed again, realising that the girls would see him naked as they passed by again. He dared not do or say anything as he bent down and removed the flimsy soles from his feet. He felt utterly stupid as he removed his paper panties and then the thin robe which the instructor had opened. He laid the items on the desk as he had been requested to do.

He immediately adopted the position and stood with his legs astride and his hands upon his head as he waited for her attention. He felt utterly humiliated as the naked girls ran towards him, each one of their pretty faces looking towards his genitals. He averted his eyes and looked upwards. He could hear the pounding of their bare feet upon the rubberised material of the track as they ran for several more laps before the instructor blew her whistle.

He did not dare to look as he stood and waited. Suddenly he heard her voice and looked straight ahead as she approached him. She looked even prettier as she stood only a few inches away from him. “Right, Frasier, let’s have a look at you. Stand with your arms spread out straight from your shoulders.” Timothy obeyed her as suddenly she began to feel around his neck, then his shoulders. He felt her cool hands slip down to his chest. Her fingers were kneading and digging into his muscles as she moved her hands over his naked body. He shivered as she bent on one knee and began to feel his thighs. Her hands moved steadily downwards towards his calves.

She stood up and moved behind him. Her hands began to feel his shoulders and then the muscles of his back. He gasped in dismay as she clasped his buttocks. Both her hands digging into his flesh as she spread the cheeks and then kneaded them before moving to the back of his thighs and then down to his calves. It felt like he was receiving a massage while standing upright. She moved around to his front and looked at him. “Put your hand back upon your head and keep still.” He blushed mightily as she cupped his testicles with one hand and grasped his penis with the other.

He shivered as she retracted his foreskin until it was stretched tight, baring the head of his penis. He dared not look down as she carefully examined him. He could feel his penis throb as she handled him as if he were a prize animal. “Well hung for a young boy, aren’t you Frasier!” She continued to inspect his penis and testicles her fingers feeling every inch of his genitals. To his horror and utter humiliation, she goaded his penis until he could feel it throbbing between her fingers. She did not stop until Timothy knew that he was fully erect. “Well you seem pretty quick on the trigger boy. Did the doctor not empty these for you?”

Timothy did not speak as she continued to manipulate the foreskin of his penis while holding his testes firmly in her other hand. He was shivering with shame as she looked into his face. “Bend over my desk boy. Legs spread until only your toes are touching the floor. Grip the sides of the desk and then move your bottom back. Come along, do it now.”

Timothy was trembling with shame as he adopted the position as near as he could. Move your hips further back until your forehead is against the edge of the desk. Timothy groaned in utter dread as he positioned himself as she asked. He heard her moving objects about upon the desk as he stood bent right over with his forehead just touching the desk. His legs felt strained as he bent his body with his feet wide apart. He gasped, as suddenly he felt her fingers slip between his buttocks. He could feel a cool lubricant being spread between his cheeks and then, almost-instantaneously, a hand press down on the middle of his back as her fingers firmly slipped up into his bottom. “Ooooooh.... Ahhhh.”

“Quiet boy, or I will be adding to those marks upon your bottom.” He felt her hand move from his back and around his hips and underneath him, until she had grasped his erect penis. Immediately she began to rapidly stroke her fingers over the shaft of his erect appendage. Her hand tightening as she forced his foreskin back. She began to milk him as the fingers inside his bottom roamed around until she felt his prostate gland. She prodded it firmly as Timothy shivered and shook in utter torment. He could feel his penis throb violently as she diligently and casually milked him. He felt utterly helpless as her fingers skilfully forced him towards a reluctant and degrading climax. “There we are, it won’t be long now, will it, Frasier? Stay still and take a deep breath, you are going to spurt all over my nice clean floor aren’t you boy?”

Timothy was trembling with shame as well as sexual emotion as he felt the violent throb inside his bottom as she skilfully prodded the very core of his being. He could not help himself as he knew he had reached the point of no return. He gasped in horror as he felt himself ejaculate wildly. “Oooohhhh.... Ahhh... oh... please... ah!” His legs were shaking, and he knew that his semen was spurting wildly. He could not control himself as he spurted again and again. His ejaculation seemed interminable as he trembled and quaked with the sheer emotion of climatic emission.

Her voice was calm and measured, even though her hands were a flurry of callous stimulation, as she spoke to him. “Well boy, that didn’t take long now did it. You will soon learn that your penis is just as accessible as the rest of your body. Now let’s have a few more squirts, come on boy you are not finished yet.” Timothy felt faint as his naïve senses were plundered without mercy. He knew that he was lost to her skilful hands as he spurted once more in an anguished and prolonged ejaculation. He felt his body give way and his knees bending involuntarily as he slipped to the floor.

Suddenly the hands that had goaded his senses so skilfully, picked up his body and held him cradled within her arms like a baby. She looked at his tearful face as she held him easily against her breasts. Her forearms behind his knees and beneath his back. He looked at her as she held him. Her face was smiling at him as she held him gently against body.

“Well I don’t know what we are going to do with you. You are an emotional little boy, aren’t you? I can tell you now, that you are going to be jail-bait in here. Fortunately for you, you are the only boy in here. But I can guarantee that you will be butt-fucked with whatever the girls can lay their devious little hands on. And your cock and balls will be fucked until they are sore. There are some wicked girls in this facility and, mark my words, they will get to you. So, it’s up to you how you take it. But whatever you do, don’t squeal on them, or they will really fuck you up. Got it?” Timothy shivered with fright and embarrassment. One thing he was sure of, was that she was telling him the truth. He shivered at thought!

TBC

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