Her Brother's Keeper

Her Brother's Keeper 2

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Her Brother’s Keeper – Part 2

Mom made the appointment for Sunday morning. It was an unusual time, but it was Tracy’s day off. We went to Tracy’s place of employment. Technically speaking, I wasn’t supposed to be there, but since it was closed at the time, I suppose it was OK. Besides, who was going to find out?

Tracy told us to park around the back. We did and knocked on the back door which as it turns out was the main entrance. A woman let us in.

“Hi, I’m Barbara Baker and this is my son, Greg. You must be Tracy.”

The woman smiled at us and welcomed us in. I judged her to be about 30 and somewhat attractive: for an older woman.

“Yes, I am. Come this way please,” she said.

“It sure is convenient having the door right next to the parking lot.” Mom observed.

Tracy laughed, “Let just say that some of our customers would prefer not being seen entering the shop by their neighbors.”

Tracy led us down an aisle.

Mom walked past the displays trying not to look at anything. She was clutching her purse and probably muttering to herself, “Lions and tigers and bears. Oh my!” If she could have worn horse blinders, I’m sure she would have.

She didn’t say anything to me, but I could read her thoughts, “Don’t look, Greg and for heaven’s sake, don’t touch!”

Now, I’ve been on the internet, and I know a thing or two that mom doesn’t know. I recognized some of the things I saw but others were beyond my comprehension. Not only did I not know what they were, I didn’t know how they could possibly be used or where they went in or went on or for that matter which gender was supposed to use it.

Mom was nervous and I could tell. “This isn’t what I thought it would be.” she said.

“I know; we get that from a lot of women. You were expecting something seedier weren’t you?”

“Well, no. Well that is, yes.” Mom blushed.

“That’s OK, that’s a very common misconception. This shop is owned by a woman and even though we cater to both men and women, we try to make it as woman-friendly as possible.

People think that stores like this are for dirty old men only. Well, women have sex needs too.

We keep the store clean and well-lit. The displays are tasteful. You won’t find masturbation booths like other stores. We don’t let the prostitutes hang out and in fact have a very good relationship with the police. We even escort our customers to their cars if they wish and practically insist on it after dark even though this is not a bad neighborhood.

Our bathrooms are immaculate when compared even to some restaurants in town.

This is as fine an establishment as any major retail store. It’s just that we deal in unconventional merchandise.”

Tracy opened the door to a small room and ushered us in.

The room was very much like a changing room in a department store except for the mirrors. There were mirrors on every wall, the door and even the ceiling. It almost looked like the amusement park hall of mirrors.

“Some of our customers like to see what their purchases will look like. We encourage them to do it here rather than on the main floor. Also it’s a good place to do fittings such as your son’s.

Do you have the device with you?”

Mom reached into her bag and pulled it out. It was still in the box.

“That’s a very nice model. It’s top-of-the-line and a lot of our customers like it.”

Mom looked at Tracy with a question in her face and so Tracy went on.

“A lot of couples are into male chastity. When a man is locked up for a long time he begins to become more attentive to his key holder.”

“Dr. Amundsen explained that to me – that is, what a key holder is.”

“A lot of men like it too. They say that they have a better love life, more romance in it and better sex life, as a result. They don’t complain about the lack of sex either – for them – nothing stops them from pleasing their partners in other ways. When their partner lets them cum, they say that it’s far better than when they are left on their own.

Some men even do it for themselves. They don’t have a partner. They just like the idea of the discipline the device enforces. I’m the key holder for 8 different men currently. They have to come to me for release. Two of them let me decide when they can be released; I send them a text message when they can come in; the others come in anywhere from once a week to once a month on their own schedule.

I use this room for that purpose. I unlock them. I send them home. They come back and I lock them up again. Even though I don’t watch them or see them do anything, there is some embarrassment on their part knowing that I know what they just did.”

Tracy removed the device from the box. It looked even more ominous now that it was out in the open.

“Let’s see what we got, shall we?” Tracy looked at me. I looked back at her. “You’re going to have to take your clothes off if we are going to make this work.”

It was the moment of truth. It seems that between medical doctors and mom, I’ve been naked in front of enough clothed women for a lifetime. I really did not want to expose myself to this woman, and I didn’t like the idea of her putting that thing on me, yet for some reason, I found myself taking my clothes off. It was almost as if there were some other person inside me forcing me to do it.

Slowly, mechanically and stoically I went through the motions of removing my clothes. I didn’t even stop or hesitate as I lowered my underwear and stepped out of them. I was naked and embarrassed, but somehow didn’t care.

Tracy said, “That’s a nice package you got there for 14, kid. I know, I’d seen a lot of them as I was growing up. I have two older and one younger brother. I’ve also had my share of boyfriends.”

I blushed at the compliment, but also from the embarrassment of the situation under which it was made.

Tracy went on, “It’s good that you’re erected. I need to show your mom a couple of things, and a hard dick makes it easier to do that.

Barbara, why don’t you pull that stool over here and sit down so you can get a better view. I have to show you how to inspect his penis.”

Mom pulled the stool closer. This didn’t help my situation. To this point, my mom had been in the background, literally. Now her face was in my penis there was no way I could even try to ignore that she was there.

Tracy took hold of my erected member and pointed out the various parts. I was surprised at her knowledge of male anatomy she used terms like meatus, frenulum and corona and explained what they were also called in “street terms” for my mom’s benefit. And not only for my mom’s benefit, but for my own as well. I didn’t even know what some parts were called; up until now it was a dick, with a shaft, head and a couple of balls.

Tracy explained, “You should inspect the organ frequently over the first couple of days, if there are no problems, then you can back off to once a day and maybe even once every other day. Once you’ve established that you have a good fit, then you can let it go until you decide to unlock him for his release. I’ve had men go for months without any problem.

You are looking for any rashes or discolorations. Inspect everywhere, but particularly the parts that come in contact with the penis the most: at the base of the shaft and up by the pee hole.

Also inspect the glans closely and around the corona.” At his point she demonstrated by running her finger around the corona and I nearly lost it at this point. I leaked a drop of precum. Mom gasped and said, “He did the same thing at the doctor’s office.”

Gee thanks, mom. I hoped she wasn’t going to tell about my accidental ejaculation.

Tracy giggled, “You can almost expect that to happen with teen boys. They leak like an old faucet at almost no provocation at all.

You’ll see a lot of it, especially if he’s been locked up for a while. Be careful how you handle it so you don’t have an accidental discharge.” This woman was talking about my penis as if it were a loaded gun. In one way her statement made me feel a little better; I wasn’t the only boy this happened to. On the other hand, I felt a bit worse; this seemed to be a particular weakness of my gender.

Tracy went on with the lesson, “Even though Greg is circumcised, these parts of his penis will be surrounded by the skin on his shaft. Proper hygiene will prevent problems.”

“So he should take it off when he showers?”

“That won’t be necessary. That’s one nice thing about this model, it’s waterproof, and it’s fast-drying.

All Greg has to do is let a lot of soapy water run through it and then rinse it out thoroughly so no soap remains that might cause a rash.”

Turning to me, she said, “When you get out of the shower, give it a couple of good shakes to get rid of any excess water and if possible let it air dry. I recommend showering at night before going to bed so you can sleep bottomless.

When you are let out either for an inspection or ejaculation, take advantage of the situation to exfoliate the skin by washing it with a rough cloth or drying off with a rough towel.” This last part was addressed to my mother who was now staring at my organ nodding as Tracy gave her instructions.

“As for going to the bathroom, standing at a urinal is obviously out of the question. Greg will have to sit like us girls do. The device will hold his penis in perfect position for urination.

Since he won’t be able to shake out the last couple of drops as men and boys do, he’ll have to use some tissue and carefully insert it at the hole of the device so he can place it against his pee hole to draw out the urine. He’ll get used to the ‘wipe after sitting’ drill soon enough. If a toddler girl can get the hang of it, he can too.”

Tracy then went on to show mom the device and how the pieces fit together and explained how they also fit over my anatomy. I wasn’t looking forward to that. All the while I stood by naked and with an erection capable of banging the homecoming queen and her whole court: a fantasy I’m less and less likely to live out.

Tracy then talked about the key. “You’ll notice that there are two keys. Take the spare and put it in a safe place. I don’t mean the drawer in the kitchen where everything else goes. Some women I know keep the spare in a safety deposit box, others in a jewelry box and still others with a trusted neighbor or relative.

As for the key for daily use, most women display it prominently either in a chain around their necks or on an ankle bracelet. The latter is particularly effective for men with foot fetishes since they have to look at it a lot.”

“How often do I let him out?” Mom asked.

“That depends on you and him. How good a boy has he been? Chastity devices are excellent behavior modification tools. The hornier the boy is, the easier he is to train. With adult men, a week is absolute minimum, however with teenaged boys, a couple of days may be enough to have him begging for release, especially with the right stimulation.

I’m not a doctor, but I have talked with some and they indicate that ejaculation on a regular basis is healthy for men.”

“But suppose he still misbehaves and he’s been locked up for a long time?”

“There are two ways to handle that: a prostate massage or a ruined orgasm.”

“I think I know what a prostate massage is. It’s what the doctor did to him at the office. But what’s a ruined orgasm?”

“I’m sure the doctor didn’t give him a full massage. You can milk the cum out of a boy and never even touch his penis. It just sort of flows out instead of squirting. It feels good to the boy, but not as good as full stimulation of his penis.

A ruined orgasm is one where you bring the boy to just short of cumming and then stopping. You let him relax just a little bit and then bring him back up again closer and closer to actual ejaculation but not letting him quite get there.

You have to have the boy tied up for this, because he’ll do anything for release. There is no way a boy can do this to himself. Once a boy gets to a certain point, he has to continue pumping, that’s the psychological part. Then there is the physical part where he’s stimulated it enough that even if he stops, he will ejaculate.

A ruined orgasm plays in the area in between: between where he would keep rubbing if he could and where his body expels the semen no matter what.

It takes a lot of practice. It’s better to play on the side of where he has to keep rubbing than on the side where he will ejaculate. Multiple false starts are better than a premature ejaculation. However, if that does happen, simply remove all stimulation at the first squirt. Boys need continued stimulation throughout the ejaculation for it to be fully satisfying.

The best part about ruined ejaculations is that when you get good at doing them, you can do them over and over. Normally men go flaccid after an ejaculation and you can’t get them going again for a while.

With a ruined ejaculation, the boy stays hard and you can start the process over again immediately. You can do it at least a half dozen times, milking out one squirt or dribble at a time.”

“I really feel funny with the idea of handling my son’s penis in such a way.”

“I understand Greg has a sister.”

“Emily. Yes. But she’s just a little girl.”

“How old is she?”

“She’s 11.”

“She’s old enough. I gave my first handjob when I was 10. In fact, I suggest you let her be his keyholder; under your supervision, of course. It does a boy a lot of good to have to listen to and obey his kid sister.

It will also teach her responsibility and give her confidence she can use later in life.”

“That’s what the doctor said. I’ll have to think about it.”

“OK, now it’s time to actually fit the device. As you can see, we have a problem; the boy is erected. It won’t fit in here like that.

There are several ways to deal with unwanted erections. One is to simply wait until they go away. Sometimes this takes a while. You’ve heard the ED commercials, ‘If you have an erection lasting more than 4 hours ...’ Well, that’s normal for teenaged boys. I think one of my brothers could have had an erection lasting more than 4 years if his girlfriend didn’t intervene.

But it’s worth a try. Try to get him distracted by watching a ball game or something.

If not there’s a technique if dipping his testicles in ice water and then hitting his penis with a spoon: not too hard, but sound. It’s a trick I learned from a nurse friend of mine. I don’t know where she learned it. There’s no reason I can think of why a man in a hospital shouldn’t be allowed to have an erection.

You may have to resort to one of these two methods in the beginning when he’s out a lot so you can inspect him.

And then there is the old tried and true method: masturbation. If he’s been locked up for the proper amount of time and has been a good boy, then you can let him masturbate.

Normally we don’t allow masturbation on the premises, but since this isn’t store hours and he shouldn’t be here anyway, we can make an exception. He doesn’t look like he’s going to go down anytime soon and I don’t feel like raiding the ‘fridge for some ice. So what do you think?”

“You mean have him do it right here, right now?”

“If you think he deserves it.”

“Well he has been better behaved lately.”

“Don’t I get a say in this?” I objected.

“No!” mom came back firmly. “This is doctor’s orders. It’s for your own good.

Look at it this way. I’m going to have you locked up until at least Wednesday, so this is your last chance until then. Do you want to hold out that long?”

I really didn’t. I hadn’t jerked off since last Friday night and I was feeling kind of horny, but now that it came down to it, even though I was already naked, I felt very reluctant to do it with mom and this woman watching me.”

Tracy could see me hesitate. “Let me get you something to make you more comfortable.” She reached in a drawer and got out a magazine.

“No magazines,” mom protested. “The doctor said no dirty magazines.”

“I’m sure she’ll approve of this one. It doesn’t have pictures of naked women, nor does it show them being degraded. It’s called CFNM World. CFNM stands for ‘Clothed Female Naked Male.’ When Greg sees how other men jerk off for women, he’ll feel better about doing it with us here.”

“Let me see the magazine,” mom said.

This surprised me. She held up the last magazine she found like it was contaminated with some loathsome disease. She looked through it. “Wow, I didn’t know this went on. Look at this. It looks like there are strip clubs for women and this looks like a bachelorette party and this looks like a couple of friends getting together, and here’s one of a man doing housework while his wife sits and reads a magazine.”

“CFNM is one of the most common fantasies for either gender. It’s the very low end of the power exchange spectrum so a lot of couples practice it. In some cultures, and even in some parts of this country, it’s very common. Girls of all ages are required to cover up and be modest. It’s OK for boys up until puberty to be naked in public.”

Mom was reluctant to let the magazine go. I think she might be getting a subscription. Emily already pores over the other magazines mom gets, so she’ll have a ball with this one.

“Well Greg, what will it be? Can you make that thing go down in the next 5 minutes or should I ask Tracy to find a spoon and some ice or are you going to ‘jerk off.’”

It felt funny to hear mom use a street term like “jerk off.” I knew that there was no way that my penis was going to go down as long as I was naked in front of these women. I can’t explain why. Maybe it’s an effect of the drug.

I didn’t like the idea of having my balls frozen and my dick whacked with a spoon. So I went for option number 3. “I’ll do it,” I said.

Tracy offered, “You might find it easier to kneel down like a lot of men in the pictures do. You can put the magazine on the stool and look at it.”

I knelt and leafed through the magazine. There were all kinds of CFNM pictures in there from large groups of women partying to smaller, more intimate groups.

What surprised me was that I was getting turned on by the pictures. I could feel myself sympathizing with the men. In fact, I found myself wishing I were some of the men. These were clothed, older women. They weren’t half-naked with big boobs; they were very ordinary looking women who I would normally ignore.

It was the situation the men were in that got to me and in my mind I was transforming these women into girls I knew: like girls from school who did excite me sexually even though I normally saw them in their relatively conservative uniforms. I imagined myself doing the things the men were doing only for an audience of schoolgirls, girls even like my own sister!

This was a complete role-reversal fantasy for me. Normally, I was the one in charge and the girls stripped for me. Now that thought was turned completely on its head. I found myself getting excited by the prospect of being the one to strip for the amusement of the girls.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to jerk off. There was no stopping it. With my eyes closed and my mind running a perverted vision of stripping entirely naked in the girls’ gym class and having them gather around me, I began to masturbate.

I was doing it for myself. I needed release more than any boy ever needed to cum. Yet, in a way, I was also doing it for the girls. It was as if I owed them a good show.

I wasn’t at it very long, but considering the circumstances, I felt like I could have thought myself into an ejaculation. I came and I came hard. As in a distance, I could hear my mother gasp. I doubt she’d ever seen a boy do this deliberately to himself. Tracy, on the other hand, has probably seen this act hundreds if not thousands of times in her life.

My hand pumped my penis and my penis pumped my semen as I felt the life force flooding out of me. It was like when I ran a race and broke the tape and I could feel the cumulative effect of all the energy that was drained out of me. I had to collapse back and sit on my heels.

When I came around again, I could see Tracy. She was smiling at me. “That was a real good one, kid. A little quick maybe, but you’re a great cummer. I know a lot of grown men who would envy how much you can shoot and how far you can shoot it and especially how long. You’ve must have twice as many shots as the average man.

I’d like to see how fast we can turn you and have you do it again, but we have a job to do.”

Tracy gave me some wipes to clean myself up with. Does the whole world have these things on hand?

“Make sure you’re good and clean,” she admonished. “If your mom is right, this is the last time you will have a full wash for at least half a week.”

I cleaned myself up as my penis was deflating.

“That’s more like it. Now let me show your mom how to put this thing on you.” She demonstrated how to put it over my penis and balls and how to lock it up. “This would be a good time to check to make sure it’s snug but not too tight,” she added.

Mom looked at it. “It’s easier than I thought it would be.”

“It really isn’t very difficult. Just take your time and be careful. Trim away some of his hair. It will make it easier. It also helps with hygiene. Now you try it, she said unlocking me.

Mom had her turn and it went on just as easily as when Tracy did it.

As for me, it felt kind of funny. I really didn’t notice it there except for the weight. I could feel it swing around as I move around.

“Now for the ‘smoke test,’” Tracy announced. “Time to bring in the heavy artillery.” Turning to my mom, she said, “I hope you don’t mind my use of ‘inappropriate’ pornography just this once.”

Mom gave her a nod and Tracy gave me a magazine with the wildest sexual fantasies. Men and women were doing - “it” whatever form “it” took – in every possible way and in every possible combination. A lot of the stuff didn’t really turn me on, but just out of sheer volume, there were some things that simply glued my horny button down.

I gave a slight grunt and Tracy noticed it, “Getting hard, Greg?” I answered with another grunt.

“How does it feel?”

“Tight. Uncomfortable.”

“Any actual pain?”

“No, not really.”

“Good, then it’s doing its job.”

She turned to my mom and said, “My work here is done. Just remember to inspect him frequently over the next couple of days and then you can lessen the inspections and stop them completely once you are sure that there are no ill effects other than his balls turning blue.

Also I recommend you watch him shower for the first time or two to make sure he’s cleaning it properly. Remember, soap, rinse, shake dry and air out.”

“Well, thank you very much Tracy. I can’t tell you what a relief it’s been working with you. I might have been able to figure out how to get it on, but I could never have done it by myself for the first time.

Also I was very much concerned about the ‘care and feeding’ of my little boy while he’s wearing that thing. I’m pretty sure now I know what to do.

Can Greg get dressed now?”

“Unless you want him to ride home naked, I suppose so.”

“Greg, put your clothes on,” mom ordered.

I didn’t need to be told twice. Tracy was a nice woman, but I wouldn’t want to be naked in front of her again. I’m not looking forward to being naked in front of my mom either.

As good as it felt to be putting my clothes back on, I notice how tight the underwear were and how they pushed in on the device and made it noticeable: in two ways.

I could tell I was wearing it under my clothes, but so could other people. It bulged out a bit.

Tracy noticed that I noticed. “It doesn’t look any worse than an erection. Beside people will just think you’re a bit better endowed. There is a belt you could wear that attaches to the tip and pulls it between your legs. We sell them here at the shop.”

I found my voice and added, “No thank you.”

For once mom backed me up. “The doctor recommended the device. She didn’t say anything about accessories to go along with the device. We’ll just leave him as is.”

Mom fished in her purse, pulled out several large denomination bills and gave them to Tracy. “There’s a little extra here. You’ve earned it. Thanks.”

It felt funny walking with it on and sitting in the car made it even more noticeable. No pain and not really discomfort (unless I started getting an erection); it was just going to take time to get used to this thing.

As I said before, ejaculation causes urination and the first thing I did when we stopped for lunch was head for the men’s room. I was aware enough of the device not to stop in front of the urinal and unzip. I used the stall. It felt funny to sit down just to pee, and I found that it took a bit of effort to do it in this position.

I was wondering what the other occupants in the men’s room must have thought: boy goes into stall and the next sound we hear is the tinkle of pee. I waited for an appropriate time and even went through the motions of wiping my rear end.

Having to pull down my pants and sit down just to pee was inconvenient and girls had to do it all the time. I remembered Tracy’s instructions. Blot dry with a piece of tissue. I had to get used to wiping there just like a girl.

I had a bit of a time sitting in the restaurant eating my burger since a bunch of really cute girls sat down at a table across from us. They were wearing tight tops, short shorts and sandals. Normally this combination on a girl would send my penis pointing to the sky. This wasn’t just A girl. It was A girl times three. To say that I was having a hard time in more ways than one would be an understatement.

Eventually we got home and Emily wanted to know all about what we were doing. I was totally unresponsive and mom was very non-committal with her answers.

Finally, my sister asked, “Did the woman put it on him? Can I see it?”

“Not now, Emily. Maybe sometime later.”

Just how much did mom tell her? Did she show Emily the device?

The rest of the week went OK. I deliberately stayed away from my favorite sites on the computer. There was no sense to it. They only got me hard which made my penis feel uncomfortable. Jerking off was out of the question.

Mom inspected me that night and every night for the first week. Emily giggled as we both went into the bathroom together. It felt funny having my own mom handling my penis this way and I’m sure she didn’t like the task either. But both of us were able to rationalize it as part of a medical procedure.

However, I was getting progressively horny. Without emptying my balls, it was taking me less and less to get aroused. I know that the drug was supposed to suppress my libido, but days on end without masturbating was having its effect. Normally, I’d need a good pornographic picture to make it pop to or maybe looking at a particularly sexy real girl.

I found myself getting hard looking at my own sister. The odds were all against it. First of all, she’s my sister. I’ve seen her every day of her life over the past 11 years. She’s a cute girl, I’ll give you that, but she’s young. She’s almost 3 years younger than me. I don’t go for girls that age. And it wasn’t like she was dressed in panties or sexy pajamas (which she does own); she was dressed in her school uniform doing nothing more erotic than eating breakfast and chatting with mom.

I was glad when Wednesday came. Wednesday and Saturday were scheduled cum-days and I looked forward to them like Christmas or my birthday or any other holiday. It was cause for celebration. The only thing I didn’t like about it was that mom was to witness the event.

First she unlocked me and then inspected me. I got kind of used to that. It was only mildly embarrassing. Then she said, “Why don’t you kneel down in front of the toilet and do it. This way it will go into the bowl and we won’t have a mess to clean up.” That’s mom for you: practical.

I was so horny at this time, I would have done it standing on my head if I could figure out a way to do it. It didn’t matter that I had nothing more erotic than white porcelain to look at.

Then mom said, “I have a surprise for you since you’ve been a good boy.” She handed me a copy of a CFNM Magazine.

I looked at mom. She said, “After the fitting, I checked with Dr. Amundsen. She approves of you looking at this kind of material. Then I stopped by the store to see Tracy. She’s aware of Dr. Amundsen’s ‘approved reading list’ for patients like you. There are several other magazines featuring female domination, but since you liked this one so much, I’d thought we’d start your collection with it. You can look at the magazine while you masturbate.”

I leafed through the pictures and was dripping immediately. I was a ruined man. I was locked up for a whole week, and I knew that within seconds of the first stroke on my penis, it would be all over for another week.

I wanted to resist, but I couldn’t. I wanted to say that I wasn’t going to masturbate just because a couple of women told me to do it. I wanted to be better than that. I wasn’t. I had to masturbate, and the fact that the masturbation was ordered by a woman made it all the more compulsive. I really didn’t know if I was doing it for them or for me.

I concentrated on the magazine and my penis. I knew mom was watching, I tried to put that out of my mind.

I was right about how fast I would come. It wasn’t on the very first stroke as I had feared, but it happened within 10 seconds of stroking. I came and I came hard.

The first shot was almost continuous. Normally, I come in bursts of less than a second each. This shot must have lasted two seconds. It completely cleared the bowl and splattered about half way up the raised seat. The wave of pleasure lasted equally as long.

It was followed immediately by the second shot: no second and a half reset time. Normally my pleasure came in waves, peaking at a crest followed by a lull and then another crest, not quite as high until the pleasure just rippled along.

No so with this ejaculation. I had barely come off the top of my first wave of pleasure when the second caught up with it and added to it, amplifying it. I thought that was as much pleasure as I could take until the third wave came along. It was the perfect storm of pleasure: semen pulsed from my penis in almost a continuous flow.

I don’t think I’ve ever stopped to count the number of squirts I have in an orgasm. In this case it would have been difficult to count them since one seemed to merge into the next. But I do know that as good as my orgasms were, they were over in about a half a minute. I didn’t look at the clock, but I was sure it was many times 30 seconds.

I was totally drained, emotionally, sexually and physically by the time the last drops dribbled out of my nearly sore penis. As horny as I had been just moments before. I had no interest in sex now.

Even washing my penis under my mom’s watchful gaze didn’t cause the slightest twitch. Mom had no problem locking me up again.

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I was getting used to the routine by the second week. My session with Dr. Shrink went well. The after-session “debriefing” with mom was OK. Mom said that she was willing to “do her job” and inspect me and allow me to have release, but that she really was uncomfortable with it.

I didn’t get more on that subject since the doctor wanted to talk with my mother in private.

I was a bit surprised on the next visit when all three of us went to see the doctor. She talked with my sister and mother privately first, I was called in about 15 minutes later.

Dr. Amundsen minced no words and came right to the topic. “I’ve talked to you mom and your sister. There is going to be a change in your treatment. Your mom is no longer going to be your key holder.”

A joyous note lifted up my heart. The cruelty was coming to an end. My joy lasted only until the next sentence.

“Emily will now be in charge of your treatments.”

I opened my mouth to complain, but she went on. “I know that Emily is younger than you, but she’s very mature. That’s just the way it is with girls.

I’ve had your mom share the CFNM Magazine with her and she responded very positively. I’ve talked with her privately. She has been given a good picture of what she will have to do and she is willing to accept the responsibility.

You’re a lucky boy. Your sister loves you very much and she just wants what is best for you. A lot of boys don’t even have a sister and have to depend on other female relatives or even strangers.

This will help your therapy a lot. It was OK to start out with your mom, but you are ready to move on with your recovery. It’s fortunate that your home situation allows it.

You’re ready for the next step: nudity therapy. I discussed this type of therapy with your mother and she is willing to support it.

Nudity therapy means that you should be naked at all times at home while in the presence of your mother or sister. Other people may also be included, but only if your mother approves. She’s well aware of the controversy surrounding this kind of treatment and will make sure only trustworthy and willing people participate.”

I thought, “Well, I’m not a willing participant.” I wanted to vocalize that sentiment but what good will it do? I merely accepted it.

The full impact of nudity therapy didn’t hit home until I got home. We weren’t in the door more than about two minutes when my sister asked, “Shouldn’t he be naked?”

Mom said, “I’m suppose you’re right. Since you’re in charge of him now, why don’t you tell him.”

My sister pulled herself up to he full 5-foot stature, put her hands on her hips in a Wonder-Woman pose and said, “Greg, take your clothes off.” I was startled by the boldness and confidence with which she issued the command.

“Here? Now? All of them?” I asked in disbelief.

“Yes, yes and yes,” mom responded, “Remember what the doctor said, this is part of your therapy.”

“How can you make me do this in front of Emily? She’s a girl!”

“We’ve been over this. Emily is part of the therapy. The doctor told you that you have to be naked for either of us. She’s mature enough and every bit in charge of your therapy as the doctor or me.

Of course your sister is a girl. That’s the whole principle on which the therapy is based: there is nothing special about having a penis. Besides, she’s seen you playing with it before.” Why did mom have to remind me of that embarrassment?

Mom went on, “You’re going to have to get used to female authority. The power of this authority comes from the fact that we are girls and not because of our age.”

I had no idea if I was embarking on my CFNM fantasy or my CFNM nightmare. Yet the will to resist lowing my pants was weak. I found myself disrobing right there in the living room.

My sister giggled when I got completely naked and she saw the bright pink chastity device.

Mom admonished her, “Emily, that’s not polite.”

She apologized while still snickering, “I’m sorry mom. I just didn’t expect it to look like that on him. It really does lock up his thing, doesn’t it?”

“I’m sure that a boy as resourceful as your brother could figure out a way to cut it off, but then he’d ruin it and we’d know. So yes, it’s locked away like a precious treasure.”

“Can I take a look at it? Touch it?”

Mom looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. No sense in arguing with the inevitable. “Female Authority,” I thought. Is this the new way of saying, “Girl Power?”

Emily was quite cautious in handling the device. Since my penis was in its rubber cage, I couldn’t actually feel her fingers, but I could feel that she was handling it and I was making me hard. I gave a grunt and Emily let go of it as if it were suddenly electrified.

“It’s OK dear. He’s just trying to get hard. It’s not something you did. It doesn’t really hurt him that much.”

Not something she did, my ass. Now that she knows that making me have a hard-on causes me pain – OK discomfort – she’s going to try her best to provoke them.

“When do we get to take it off,” she asked. It might have been a question born out of curiosity, but I think she wanted to get a good look at my penis and watch me masturbate. She got half her wish at least.

“I suppose we could do an inspection,” mom said. “He’s not really due one, but it never hurts. Besides you’ll have to learn how to inspect his penis too and it will give you some training on how to take the device off and put it back on.”

She turned to speak to me, “Greg, let’s ...” and then stopped herself short. “What am I doing? We don’t have to do this in the bathroom anymore since you are required to be naked in any part of the house and in front of your sister.

Let’s do it in the kitchen. We can pull a couple of chairs together so I can show Emily what to do.”

It felt funny being naked in an “open” part of the house. It’s one thing to be naked in a bedroom or a bathroom, but the kitchen? Although I was fairly certain that nobody could really see in, I could see out into the yard so easily. I looked across to Mrs. Wilson’s kitchen window. I couldn’t see in. I hoped that worked both ways. Nonetheless, it was almost like being outside.

Mom demonstrated how to unlock the device and how to inspect a penis. Emily didn’t hesitate to emulate her actions and seemed confident handling my penis. Naturally, her handling my penis got it erected and the CFNM situation kept it that way.

It would not go down, and mom was not going to let me masturbate. So that left the other option. Mom got a small bowl and put a couple of ice cubes in it and filled it with water. She reached into a drawer and pulled out a spoon.

She had Emily raise the bowl to immerse my testicles in the ice water. In shock and reaction to the temperature, they retracted so fast, I thought they would come out my mouth. I didn’t have a lot of time to appreciate the sensation as mom whipped the spoon down with the speed and skill of a ninja. I never really felt a lot of pain – it was more like a shock, but when I looked down, I looked down upon a recceding dick.

Mom let Emily lock me up.

“Do you think you got it, Emily?” mom asked.

“Sure mom, it looks really simple.”

“Good girl,” mom said, handing her the key. “You’re in charge of him now.”

Emily went off to her room and came down with the key on a chain around her neck next to the heart-shaped pendant she always wore.

-=o=-

My sister wasn’t the only girl to see me naked. Betty and Mandy were best friends of my sister. My sister begged mom to let them be part of my naked therapy.

Mom invited their moms over. I was introduced to them as Mrs. Warner and Mrs. Jefferson, but in the course of the women’s conversation found out that Betty’s mom was Grace and Mandy’s mom was Amanda.

My mom sent the girls up to Emily’s room and had a discussion with their mothers about our new family situation. Once again, my masturbation was a topic of discussion. Now two more women were added to the growing list of females who knew about it. I had little doubt that their daughters would soon be added to the list.

Grace asked, “Can I see it?”

Mom looked over at me, “Greg, you know what to do.”

I got undressed hoping that the girls wouldn’t come down.

Both women gasped when they saw it.

Amanda said, breaking a nervous ice, “It sure is a pretty color. It looks quite sturdy. Does it really work?”

Mom bragged, “I, and now Emily, lock him up for days at a time. You’ll be surprised how well-mannered that makes him.”

Grace put in, “He really can’t do anything with it locked up like that, can he?”

“No, he can’t even get it erected.”

“Well, I’m sold. Betty’s been asking a lot of questions about sex lately, and this would be a wonderful experience for her. With Greg locked up like that, I’m sure she’ll be safe.”

“Count me in too. Mandy, Betty and Emily are such good friends. She shouldn’t be left out. It would be good for her too. It will be a real boost to her confidence to see a boy like this.”

“Good,” mom said. “I’ll go upstairs and give the girls the good news.”

I just stood there with the two women looking at me.

Amanda tried to comfort me, “You’re a brave boy doing this. I want to tell you how much this will mean to me and my daughter.”

“And you’re not hard on the eyes either,” the other woman put in. Both of them giggled like schoolgirls over that remark.

Mom brought the three girls down. Mandy put her hands to her face and shrieked, “Emily, he really is naked!”

“I told you so,” my sister responded. I had no doubt that, in spite of mom’s warnings to the contrary, she had told her friends about our “arrangement.”

Betty pushed herself forward, “Let me see!”

Mom put an end to it, “Girls, Greg has to be this way for another couple of months. There will be plenty of time for you to see him.

Why don’t we all have some lunch?

After that, we can inspect Greg’s penis, and since he’s been a good boy I suggest we give him a special treat. It’s a couple days early but ....

So what do you say, Emily? It’s up to you. You’re the one in charge of him?”

“Sure, mom, this is sort of a special occasion anyway.”

Mom turned to her guests, “You know what we’re going to make him do and your daughters will see it. You’re sure you want them to?”

Grace spoke up. “Yes, but can we take it slow so we have a chance to explain to the girls what’s going on?”

‘Hey, if Mandy gets to watch, so do I,” her mom put in. “This is going to be a first for me too. I’ve lived a rather sheltered life and I don’t want my daughter having to find out the hard way the way I did.

Of course, I learned about sex eventually; I had Mandy, but let’s just say, everything was exceptionally ‘conventional.’ I never saw a boy or even my husband ....” She just sort of trailed off. I didn’t know whether she felt like she was talking too much especially in front of her daughter or couldn’t find the strength to say the words, “jerk off” or even “masturbate.”

Lunch was somewhat anticlimactic. We just sat and chatted as the two new women and two new girls got used to my nudity.

After lunch we adjourned to the living room.

Mom said, “Grace, you’re a nurse. It’s your idea to use this as an ‘educational experience’ for the girls. Would you like to describe what the girls will be seeing?”

“Of course. Obviously, Emily knows what boys look like and so does Betty. What about you, Mandy?”

Mandy blushed. Her mom spoke up, “It’s OK dear, I know. Mrs. West told me about her catching you and Billy playing doctors and nurses a couple of years ago. It’s not a big deal, so I just let it go.”

Mandy nodded.

“OK, then you girls should be ready for your next lesson.

Emily, would you do the honors of removing the device from your brother’s penis.”

“Sure thing, Mrs. Warner.”

My sister removed the device with the skill of dozens of inspections and releases.

Grace went on. “The first thing I want you girls to notice is that Greg is circumcised. That is, when he was a little baby, he had a ‘hood’ of skin cut off the end of his penis.”

The girls went “Ewe!” at that.

“Oh, I am sure it was done under anesthesia, so he didn’t feel anything.”

“Why did they do that?” Betty asked.

“Do they do this to every boy?” Mandy asked.

“Circumcism is done for religious or cultural reasons. Back in the day when people took baths only once a week – if that often, there was also a medical reason for it: it makes the penis easier to clean and cuts down on infection. With modern hygiene, this is not as important.

It’s still a common practice here in the United States, but in Europe, it’s not common except among Jews and Muslims.”

In the meantime, my penis, now free from its prison, the center of female attention and in anticipation of the sexual satisfaction to come, began to stiffen.

Mandy and Betty, put their hands to their faces and giggled.

Grace continued, “Now pay attention girls. Greg is getting sexually excited. When boys get sexually excited, blood fills the penis and gets trapped in there. This makes it bigger and harder. It’s kind of like blowing up a balloon by filling it with air. It’s called an erection.

A big, hard penis is necessary for the boy to have intercourse. As I’ve told Betty and I think the rest of you girls know, that the boy has to insert his penis into a girl’s vagina in order to shoot his sperm, and if an egg is ready, produce a baby.

That is what you are seeing now. Greg is getting an erection.”

“But you said it happens when a boy gets sexually excited. Why is Greg getting hard now? We’re not doing anything sexy.” her daughter asked.

“I’m sure Greg would get hard if he saw a naked woman. But that’s not the only thing that makes boys hard. It may be because he’s naked in front of so many females or it can just be nothing at all. Or maybe ...” Here she hesitated, “... it’s from looking at all you pretty girls.”

Betty’s face brightened and she nodded at the part about being naked in front of women and girls. I wondered if she if my sister had shared, what now arrives in her name, her CFNM magazine collection.

My mom interrupted, “Emily, your brother looks as ready as he’s going to be. Why don’t you show the girls how to inspect a penis?”

My sister smiled as she approached me. “I’m told that if a boy isn’t erect, you have to ‘skin him back’ to view the head and the shaft properly. My brother has never not been erect while I’m inspecting him. He’s always had a hard-on when I’m inspecting him.”

The girls giggled at the word “hard-on” and the adult women blushed.

Emily went on, “Greg has been wearing his chastity device for a week at a time for quite some time, so it would be obvious if it were going to give him a problem by now. It’s made of silicone rubber, so it’s strong but soft. Here, feel it for yourself.”

She passed my cage around for inspection. Not only did Mandy and Betty finger it, but their moms took a good look at it too. I noticed that the women blushed and I wondered if they were getting any ideas about this kind of device and their husbands.

Meanwhile my sister was manipulating my organ as she explained the various parts to her friends. Mrs. Warner smiled as Emily conducted her tour of my organ.

These girls were going to be years ahead of their contemporaries when it came to sex education. Emily didn’t start the actual inspection until she had described every part of my reproductive apparatus in detail.

Grace said, “That was excellent, Emily. I know nurses in the urology ward that could not have done a better job.”

My sister went on, “You need to look at the entire organ from all over, but especially the parts that come in most contact with the device. This would be where the balls connect to the body here,” she lifted my penis and poked at the top of my scrotum. “At the base of the penis, and of course, at the head”

Here she ran her finger around the corona. She knew what effect this has on me. My penis jerked and after one more circle some pre-cum came out.

“Look at that!” Mandy exclaimed. “What is that?”

“Is it sperm?” Betty asked.

“Not it isn’t,” my sister responded before Mrs. Warner could jump in. “It just means that he is beyond hard-on excited. It happens a lot when I inspect him.”

Emily put her finger against my pee hole and pulled it back. A viscus string followed it as she removed it. “Here, feel for yourself,” she said inviting the other girls.

Mandy approached cautiously as if I were some sort of beast ready to spring at her. Her finger approached my penis slowly as if she were trying to stalk it. She finally touched it and withdrew it as if it had shocked her. She brought her finger up to her nose and sniffed at it.

“It doesn’t smell like anything. I was kind of expecting a pee smell.”

“Go ahead, rub it between fingers and thumb. Tell us what you think.” Emily advised.

Mandy’s face took on a serious look as she conducted her experiment. Finally she smiled and announced, “It feels funny, slippery, yet sticky all at once. Betty, you got to try this.”

“Batter up!” Emily announced. Betty was much bolder and wiped her fingertip across the opening with more confidence. I felt a chill climb up my spine. Unlike Mandy’s “hit and run” tactics, Mandy made a bold, wiping movement that excited me. She soon had her curiosity satisfied as well.

“Go ahead,” my sister said nodding to me. I took that as her permission for me to continue masturbating.

It didn’t take too long before I could feel my pending eruption. Emily saw it too and announced, “Pay attention, girls, it’s coming.”

Almost if as on que, I came. Although I was lost in my ejaculatory bliss, I could still note the feeling of the room. The adult guests gasped while their daughters giggled. My sister smiled at me with her unmistakable smirk.

“And that,” she said pointing at the pools of cum on the floor, “is sperm.”

“Oh,” Grace exclaimed, “Betty has a microscope. I should have her bring it sometime. I think the girls would have fun looking at Greg’s sperm using it.” Oh great, now I’m going to be a “science experiment” for the girls.

“Can he do it again?” Mandy asked.

“Not for a while,” my sister responded. “Even though Greg has been a good boy, we don’t want to spoil him. One ejaculation is enough.

Besides, we have to clean him up and put his toy away while it’s still soft.”

Mom gave my sister a glare and said, “Emily, there’s no reason why this can’t be fun, but it is serious business. That is not a ‘toy.’ It is part of your brother and like the rest of him, it should be treated with respect. What you are doing is for his long-term benefit. So, don’t make fun of your brother.”

“I’m sorry, mom. I was just trying to make a joke.”

“I am sure you were, but sometimes jokes can hurt people, especially if you don’t think about them before telling them. I think you owe your brother an apology.”

“You’re right mom.” Turning to me she said, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it that way. I love you and I don’t want to hurt you. That means physically or hurt your feelings.”

I could tell she was sincere. How could I not accept her apology? “I love you, too, sis.”

I was in the living room with my sister and her two friends while my mother was saying good bye to her guests. I couldn’t catch all that they were saying but I heard mom’s voice say, “I’ll give you Tracy’s number. I suggest you talk to her.”

-=o=-

The girls were every bit as enthusiastic as my sister in taking part in my “therapy.” They attended almost all of my release sessions and regularly performed inspections including taking the device off and putting it back on and, when necessary, whacking my penis with a spoon.

It was rough going in the beginning, but eventually I became comfortable with my naked therapy and my sister’s enforcement of it. She had changed too. Maybe we both did. I was becoming more complacent and she was becoming more nurturing. The sessions with her and the other girls became more natural. The girls maintained their enthusiasm and always enjoyed handling my penis and watching me jerk off. They even learned to jerk me off themselves.

Although they were younger girls, I came to appreciate their company and I got to know them better as people. Boys normally don’t get that opportunity with the opposite sex. I tucked away some of the things I learned from them especially what girls liked (besides being in charge of naked boys) and how girls like to be treated for future use with a future girlfriend.

My sister and I grew to be particularly close. We were as intimate as a boy and girl can get without having sex. I also developed a special relationship with the other two girls and wondered about that “future girlfriend” thing. In a couple of years, our age difference would not mean as much.

And that became my life. In one way it was for the better. I managed to stay out of trouble and got back on track at school. I became more of a gentleman and the girls flocked to me. I was quite popular with them. Too bad I couldn’t do anything about it. Maybe when this is all over.

My 9 months went by and a letter of recommendation from Dr. Amundsen lifted the threat of jail time from my sentence. I did the crime and I did the time and I was a free man. The judge let me off with a “I hope you’ve learned your lesson.”

Mom informed me when we got home from the courthouse that naked therapy was over due to practical reasons. She was looking forward to being able to have company over again. I made sure I was dressed when people were over, but I enjoyed the freedom of being able to walk from bedroom to shower and back without a stich of clothes on. I was also naked in front of Mandy and Betty from time to time, but that didn’t really matter since they were like sisters to me.

Mom kept me on Puericil until my senior year in high school and with both Dr. Amundson’s and Dr. Baker’s help weaned me off the drug before I went to college. My body, freed from the drug, made up for lost time. Now, I actually had to shave every couple of days!

My 18th birthday was “Emancipation Day.” I had the last of my diminishing doses of the drug the day before.

We celebrated by going out to eat. When we got home, my sister came up to my room. She knocked on the door, came in and gave me a hug and a kiss. She reached around her neck, took off the chain and handed me the key to my chastity device. She said, “Congratulations brother, you’ve earned this.”

I took her hand, put the key back in her palm and closed her fingers around it. I gave her a kiss and said, “When I get a serious girlfriend, we will share this with her. Until then, you are still your brother’s keeper.”

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