Richard's Cross-Country Run

By Jane Marwood
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Copyright 2023 by Jane Marwood, all rights reserved

Richard ran, keeping strictly to his strategy as he had been taught, he kept to a pace that he hoped would give him enough energy for the sprint lap around the sport’s field. This was a compulsory lap of four hundred metres that had to be completed in under fifty-eight seconds.

The cross-country run was held three times a year at his boarding school. It was a popular event for both the teaching staff and the visiting parents. It was generally known, but not officially sanctioned, that parents would place bets with the bursar. The money went towards the local orphanage which was situated in the same county. Richard was very familiar with the orphanage as it was his home. The thirteen years since his birth had been spent in its sombre surroundings. Whereas his friends looked forward to going home for the exeats and vacations from school, he looked forward to the beginning of each new term and being able to escape the austere surroundings of the orphanage. He blessed his good fortune every day for winning a scholarship to the prestigious Collinwood Preparatory School. Although, very happy and thankful for his boarding school life, he often felt rather envious of his friends’ enjoying visits from their parents and siblings of which he had none.

Richard Cross knew that he would not win but hoped for a place on the rostrum. He was facing the hardest part of the course which ran by the side an old and disused railway track. The track ran through a large estate owned by the local gentry. The mansion house of the much-revered Devereaux family stood on the top of the hill overlooking the fields and woods.

It was a difficult section of the course, running along the side of the hill as one foot was forced to be higher than the other. To the right and below him was a thicket surrounding concentrated woodland. It was extremely windy, and Richard thought later that it must have covered the sound of the horse’s hooves. The huge horse had bolted in fright, it galloped over the track and straight into him, knocking him sideways. Although Richard had not heard the horse until the last few seconds, the loud crack of his femur breaking as the hind hooves of the stallion hit his groin and leg, was clearly audible.

The pain was overwhelming. He rolled over and over down the hill into the thicket. He had fainted well before his limp body reached the dense bushes and brambles. Richard had awoken several times but had not really come to his senses until the light was beginning to fade. His first coherent thought was that there would be no search party at least until he was noticed missing from the dormitory. He dared not move his leg, he was aware that when he had moved some time ago, he had immediately blacked out from the pain.

He lay wondering what he should do and realised, realistically that there was nothing that he could do. He felt cold in just his singlet and thin running shorts. The boys did not wear underwear for running. He thankfully had worn socks, although some runners did not like to wear those. Apart from the wind in the treetops there was silence.

It was the faint sound of footsteps on gravel that first alerted him to the possibility of some help. He knew that the sound came from the broad driveway, which ran up to the mansion house. He was aware that it was over half a mile away. He shouted as loudly as he could. “Help.” There was no response when he listened and so he kept shouting again and again. He dared not stop his shouting to listen for a response, as whoever was walking would soon be heading away from him.

The first inkling that help was coming was torchlight twinkling through the branches of the thicket. He shouted again. “Over here… please help.” He saw the beams of two torches a few yards away from his position. “I’m under the bushes… over here.” He could hear chatter and then was aware of flashlights shining into his face.

He could not keep the tremor from his voice as he spoke. “Oh, thank you for coming. My leg is broken, or I’m pretty sure it is.” The voice that answered him was a girl, quite young from the sound of her voice.

“You look to be very cold; can you move?”

“No… erm Miss, not without blacking out, I tried.”

“Just a minute.” Richard caught a flash of blonde hair in the torchlight as she turned around. “Samantha, where are you.” She had shouted, so Richard assumed there must be a third girl somewhere nearby. “Sam, give me your parka, you said you were too warm.” There was mumbling and then he was aware of another torch shining in his face as the girl’s head was suddenly next to his. He could smell her perfume as she placed the coat over him and tucked it into his sides. “I know you can’t move so just hang on and we will get help to you as soon as possible. The sooner we go, the sooner we get help, OK? Take this torch and switch it on when you hear help coming. I will leave a handkerchief on a stick at the edge of the thicket to mark your location.”

“Thank you, thank you.” Richard was aware of the tremor in his voice.

He could hear the three girls chattering to each other as they made a marker and then walked away. He was fairly sure that they were about his age, or perhaps even a little younger.

He lay still, grateful for the warmth of the coat that covered him. Soon, he began to feel dizzy and delirious again and before long he passed out. The rest of his recollections since the girls had left him, were hazy and mixed with delusions and fever. He had a vague awareness of a policeman and some activity from ambulance men. He remembered the tremendous pain as he was stretchered through the darkness. After that all he remembered were flashes of rather hazy images. Nurses, doctors, a mask coming down over his face, and then blackness.

The bright sunlight coming through the windows of the ward hurt his eyes; he partly opened them and then quickly shut them again. The two nurses, one each side of his bed, noticed the fluttering of his eyelids and laid a folded cloth gently over his eyes. The senior nurse spoke to her junior. “I have increased the morphine; he should sleep for the next few hours. He is better out of it while he is in so much pain. They lifted the sheet and folded it back neatly in segments until it only covered his feet. The plaster cast ran from the top of his thigh down to the ankle of his right leg.

The younger nurse giggled as she observed his youthful naked body. “It will save his blushes too. Isn’t he beautiful. I’ll just lift his penis while you put the icepack on his scrotum.” The older nurse looked at her with amusement as the young junior nurse delicately lifted the boy’s penis, laying it in her palm like a fat sausage. She slipped his foreskin back as she examined it. “He is quite erm… well-formed for a young boy.” The charge nurse could not hide her smile as she looked at the pretty young junior nurse.

“Enjoying yourself, are you? Makes a change from our usual patients, I must admit. You can wash him if you like. I will leave the icepack in the insulated box until you have finished. Be careful of his testes, he is quite bruised around his groin. Lift them gently when you wash underneath. As long as you don’t move him too much, you should be able to wash his bottom.”

She smiled warmly at the young girl. “You are right, Penny. He is beautiful, look at his skin, it’s as smooth as silk and not one blemish. Would you believe he’s from the orphanage, it’s listed as his home address.” Penny looked at him appreciatively. “I would take him home in a minute. How could anyone give up a boy like that to be brought up in an orphanage?” Nurse Swift looked at her younger companion. “It is a shame isn’t it… have fun, I will be back in a while.” She reached up and adjusted his drip before she left.

Penny smoothed her hand over the boy’s chest while gently squeezing his penis in the palm of her hand. “Poor baby,” she whispered to him. “Fancy being homeless.” The throb she felt as his penis reacted to her touch, was a nice surprise for her. She did not think twice about holding the shaft and slipping the foreskin down until he was fully exposed. She ran her thumb over the glans. Her caress was immediately answered by a more urgent throbbing from his penis. She quickly turned towards the trolley behind her and soaped her hands in the bowl of warm water. She turned back to see that his penis had lifted from his pubis. She slipped her left hand between his legs and into the crease of his bottom.

She soaped him thoroughly, feeling his sphincter recoil as her fingers probed the tightly shut orifice. She worked her hand up and down the crease as at the same time, she squeezed his foreskin tightly and began to manipulate it up and down the shaft. The quiet moan from his lips startled her, but she knew that with the increase of morphine, there was no danger of him becoming compos mentis. She reached behind her for the small towel from the trolley without letting go of his penis. The flesh was now fully engorged and throbbing wildly.

She dried his bottom and then applied her hands to his penis. Penny did not give a thought to leaving him alone. She increased the speed of her left hand as she smoothed her other hand over the glans. His penis erupted almost immediately. She could hear him gulping as she milked him. He squirted strongly and prodigiously. She noted his torso was tensing and then relaxing, the muscles rippling as he ejaculated wildly. He gulped with sensation as the last of his semen shot into the air and then landed upon his chest. Her words of endearment were soft as she began to clean him up. His mouth was wide open, and his body seemed to have collapsed. He sighed and became still. She bent over and gave him a quick kiss on the nose. Carefully, she washed the rest of him, her gentle touch seemed to soothe him. His penis was still fully erect as she checked him over. She realised, although he was still a young boy, he was exceptionally good looking, his features were refined and in perfect symmetry. She stayed with him, admiring his perfect face and body as she waited for the charge nurse to reappear. She whispered to him. “What a pity you weren’t awake for that.”

Richard was kept under light sedation for the next two days. They had moved him to a side ward. The ward had a full-length window so that he could look out to relieve some of his boredom. He had become a favourite amongst the nurses, although he was often unaware of the gentle care and attention he was receiving. His morphine dose was still required to deal with pain from his bruising. It was in the afternoon of the third day that the ward sister came to see him. “Now then, young man. Do you feel up to receiving a visitor? The girl that found you is here and wanted to see you. She has enquired several times as to how you are feeling.”

“Yes, thank you, erm Nurse. Erm… is there a dressing gown or something I could wear?”

“You can call me Sister Newell or just Sister, that is my title. Anyone dressed in the dark blue tunics are called Sister. Unless you are cold you won’t need a gown as you are not allowed to move never mind get out of bed.”

Richard’s leg now hung from a series of pullies holding his leg aloft. Although the top sheet was tucked in at either side of his raised thigh, he was aware that the side of his bared buttock and hip was showing where his thigh emerged from the sheet.

I’ll put a chair next to your bed so that she can sit and talk to you. Do you need a bottle before you receive your visitor?” Richard blushed. He hated it when the nurses would casually clasp his penis and introduce it into the stainless-steel bottle and stand watching him while he urinated. “No thank you, Sister.”

Richard was not cold but his request for a gown was born of his modesty. It would be perfectly obvious that he was totally naked beneath the single sheet, and he was extremely conscious of the fact.” There was no way that he could hide his bared shoulders and chest, but anyone looking further down the bed would instantly know that he was completely naked beneath the single sheet.

The sister left him for a few moments and then returned. She held the swing door open and admitted a young girl. “You may stay for as long as you like, Miss Devereaux. Under the circumstances you can ignore the visiting times. Your visit may relieve some of his boredom.” She smiled at the girl and then at Richard before she left.

Richard looked at the girl. He realised that she was dressed expensively. Her clothes, he thought were very similar to the sisters of his rich schoolfriends. Her tailor-made coat was open at the front revealing a crisp white blouse, pleated skirt, long white socks coming to just above her knees, and patent leather shoes. As she took off her coat and laid it on one of the spare chairs, he saw that she was wearing a navy wool cardigan that looked to be of very high quality. Her blonde hair had natural highlights that shone in the light from the window. She wore no makeup and Richard was aware that her good looks required no artificial aids. He thought she might be a little younger than him. She moved gracefully as she seated herself next to his bed.

“They told me your name is Richard. How are you feeling? I can see that your leg was broken, just as you thought it was.”

Richard smiled at her. Although he knew that he was blushing as she looked along the length of his body before carefully examining his face.

“I am a lot better, Miss, thank you.”

“My name is Jane Devereaux. Please call me Jane. Tell me what happened to you, did you fall over?”

“Erm… no Miss… I mean Jane. I was on a cross-country run. A horse suddenly appeared galloping over the old rail track, and it ran me over. Its hind hooves kicked me on the leg and in… erm the erm… in my groin. I rolled down the hill and landed in the thicket. I was so relieved when you turned up. I was really worried. I must thank you for getting help for me. Jane looked at him… her face seemed very concerned. “Was the horse a black stallion? Was it saddled up.” Richard looked at her. “Yes, it was black, I don’t remember whether it had a saddle, but it was a really big horse. It happened in a flash, so I can’t tell you much else.”

The young girl suddenly looked worried. “Oh, Richard, I think that it may have been my sister’s horse, ‘Sampson’, he’s over seventeen hands high. She was riding him over the hills and was thrown off when he bolted. Oh dear, Richard, I think our Stallion was responsible for your injuries. I must tell her; I know she’ll be terribly upset and concerned if it was Sampson. It must have been him. It was very windy, and a branch cracked and broke off in one of the trees. She said it was very loud and the horse bolted at the sound. Heather was thrown straight off, luckily, she wasn’t hurt… but you were! I am sure it must have been Sampson that ran you down. I must go and telephone her straight away.”

Richard looked at her and smiled. “Don’t be upset, it was an accident. These things happen!” Jane looked at him, “I’ll come back Richard, but I must tell her… and my mother. Poor you!”

Richard watched as she picked up her coat and rushed through the swing door. He had really enjoyed seeing her and hoped that her promise to return would hold true.

It was not long before the ward sister returned. “Oh, Richard, has your visitor gone already? That was a short visit. You didn’t upset her, did you?” Richard smiled. “Erm… no, Sister she had to go and make a phone call. She said she would come back to see me.”

The Sister laid her hand gently on his forehead. “Well, you don’t seem feverish, thank goodness. I’ll get the nurses to get you ready for the Doctor’s round. She wants to have a look at you. A broken femur needs constant attention, breaks and fractures can become infected. She will want to check your bruising as well; you are very swollen down there.” She looked towards his groin. She smiled. “Young boys sometimes get embarrassed about their bits and pieces, but we have to take care of you, so don’t worry about it.”

It was about twenty minutes later when two young nurses bustled into the room. They seemed to be hurried as they approached the bed. One of them picked up his chart which hung at the end of the bed, she read it quickly and then moved around to the other side. “We are in a bit of a hurry; the doctor’s entourage is right behind us.” One of the nurses plumped up his pillow and then took a hold of his wrists. “I just want to you to slip your hands under the pillow, so they are nicely out of the way.”

She helped him to push his hands under the soft pillow at each side until just his elbows were showing. “Just lay still, until the doctor has been.” Without warning they stripped his covering sheet off the bed. “We’ll bring you a new sheet once they are finished. She looked down at his groin. “My you are bruised. We’ll get you something for it when the Doctor has finished. Don’t move, there’s a good boy.” She was halfway through the doors when she turned back to look at him. “My you are a pretty boy.”

Richard could feel his cheeks begin to blush with embarrassment. He looked down at himself and blushed even more. There wasn’t an inch of him that was not on display. He looked down at his groin and noticed that his scrotum had turned to a mixture of blue and purple from the deep bruising. The dark colouring seemed to accent his penis, which was still pale and was laid facing upwards towards his stomach. Being left naked made him feel terribly vulnerable and nervous as he waited for the doctor.

Richard blushed each time the ward nurse came into the room. She did not seem to give a care to his openly displayed nakedness. Not seemingly aware of his nervousness or his humiliation at being displayed so blatantly, she moved his left leg, spreading it to the edge of the bed so that his thighs were wide open. “I don’t know who will be coming to see you, it could be the orthopaedic surgeon, or his assistant, Doctor Burton.”

Richard, lay as he had been placed, nervously anticipating what happen next. Would the doctor just look at him… or would he be physically examined while the nurses looked on. He knew that the nurses who had uncovered him, were far more concerned with not impeding the doctor’s progress than any compromise to a young boy’s dignity. The utter humiliation he felt laying naked with one leg in the air and the other spread as widely as the bed would allow, was the most profound humiliation he had ever experienced in his young life.

As he closed his eyes as if to distance himself from the sight of his naked body. Some twenty minutes later, he heard the door open and quickly opened his eyes. He could feel his cheeks begin to burn the instant he saw the pretty young girl enter the room. He had been expecting the doctor rather than Jane Devereaux. Her exclamation pre-empted anything he might have said.

“Oh… Richard, you are naked. Why are you like that?”

Richard blushed until his cheeks felt as if they were on fire. The fact that his face was bright red would let her know the extent of how wretchedly embarrassed he really was. He could feel a tremor in his voice as she stood next to the bed.

“Erm, oh they have got me ready for the doctor’s visit.”

“Oh, just look at you! Sampson must have caught you with both hooves. You are terribly bruised, and it must be so painful for you.” The girl stroked his forehead.

“You feel very hot, have you got a fever?” Suddenly she giggled. “I know what it is, you are embarrassed. Of course, you are, I think I would be if I was laid like that. Don’t worry Richard, I don’t mind you being naked. The important thing is for you to get better. Poor baby.”

Richard had never felt so embarrassed. He already felt inferior to the confident young girl, but now that he had been made to lay openly naked while she looked at him, made him feel completely and utterly humiliated.

“I’ll sit on the chair this way, so that you are not blushing quite so much.” She turned the chair and sat on it so that she was facing towards his head and chest.

“Now let me tell you. Heather, that is my older sister was terribly upset. She is coming to see you with my mother. She rang your school and told them about our stallion. She is absolutely sure that it was Sampson. The school told her what time you would have been there, and it ties in exactly with the time Heather was thrown. Anyway, nobody else rides on our land.”

She smiled at him as she laid a hand upon his chest and stroked him gently. “Oh, you poor thing.” Her touch, made him flush to a deeper shade of red. The fact that she could touch him freely made him realise how vulnerable he was.

“I don’t want to embarrass you. But the school told me that you are an orphan from St. Bede’s Orphanage. Is that correct?”

Richard seemed to have reduced the tremor in his voice as he answered her. “Yes, but I board at the school most of the year. They gave me a scholarship, so I don’t have to pay.

Jane looked indignant. “Don’t think of it that way. Schools don’t ‘give’ scholarships, you obviously earned it… so well done you!”

Before anything more could be said the door opened and a young woman entered, followed by three very young female medical students. Two of them were pushing a medical trolley, laden with a variety of clinical equipment. The students, all dressed in white tunics had their stethoscopes around their necks. The doctor was dressed in a blouse and skirt, her white coat hung open, flapping around her as she moved to the side of the bed. She looked at Jane and spoke to her with a kindly smile.

“Sorry to interrupt your visit, but I am afraid I will have to move you. You may sit over there until we are finished.” Jane would have left the room, but the doctor obviously thought that she could stay. The chair she indicated was at the other side of the bed. Jane realised guiltily, that she would have an uninterrupted view of the proceedings. Perhaps, she surmised, she thinks I am his sister or a relative. She walked around the bed feeling guilty as she looked at his naked body from the foot of the bed. With his leg held high, she could see everything, even between his buttocks. The doctor and students seemed to be ignoring her presence as the doctor looked at the young boy’s chart and then spoke to him.

“I am Doctor Burton, and I will be managing your treatment. Now, how are you feeling?” Richard looked up at her. His face blushing profusely as he saw the students examining his groin. They were all pretty and although seemingly used to seeing naked patients, he did see a few glances being exchanged between them.

“I am feeling much better, Doctor.”

She smiled at him. “Well, the X-ray shows that your femur has gone together perfectly. It should knit so that there will be no lasting damage. Likewise, your testicles will heal, although there is substantial bruising which will need quite a lot of care.” She began to read the two full paragraphs at the bottom of his chart. She gestured to the students that they could start their examination. She moved closer towards his head, giving the students room to gather around the bed next to his waist.

“Oh dear.” She quickly referenced the sheet… “Erm Richard. Looking at this, it seems that you may have to stay in the hospital for quite some time unless we can find somewhere for you to convalesce. There is a social report on you. It seems that neither the school nor the orphanage have the facilities for your long-term care.” She stood back and watched her students.

Within minutes, Richard was blushing to a purple hue as the students examined him. One of them gently lifted his testicles, while another nonchalantly lifted his penis and drew back his foreskin until it was stretched tightly down the shaft. The third student placed her stethoscope in her ears and moved the diaphragm over his chest. Whether deliberately or as just part of their routine, they changed around until a different student lifted his scrotum within her gentle fingers. She palpated his testes gently and spoke to him. “Is there any increase in your pain when I squeeze gently?” Richard answered nervously. “Just a little erm Miss.”

“What about your penis?” She took over from her colleague and pulled the foreskin up over the glans and then down again until it was stretched tight. She began to repeat the movement until his penis became turgid, and then to his horror began to erect. By the time she had finished his penis was throbbing. “Does it seem sensitive when I touch the glans?” She stroked her fingers over the very tip.

“Ooh, yes Miss, oh… erm it does.” Richard blushed furiously.

The dark-haired student looked towards the doctor.

“There doesn’t seem to be any nerve damage. Shall I see if he can ejaculate for us, so we can check for blood in his semen, doctor? He certainly seems capable of erecting.”

The doctor seemed quite unaware of the young boy’s utter embarrassment and distress “Yes, he will have to be checked at some point.” She turned to Richard and gently put her hand on his chest.

“You have ejaculated before, haven’t you, Richard?”

Somehow, she realised, even as she asked the question, that perhaps he was extremely naïve. Of course, she thought, he would be under constant supervision at the orphanage and would be monitored in the junior dormitories at school. She had visited the school for the odd emergency and knew that the junior boys were carefully observed by Matron.

She looked for signs of subterfuge as he answered. “What is that, erm… Doctor?” The doctor looked at him closely and was satisfied that it was an innocent question.

“You have played with your penis until it spurts, haven’t you? You know Richard, to make yourself feel nice.”

She watched his face again and could see his puzzlement. “I don’t think so, Doctor.”

The Doctor addressed her students. “I want you all to be very gentle and handle him with care, I think this will be his first ejaculation so, I don’t suppose it will take very long.”

Jane was aghast at what the student had suggested and had heard every word that the Doctor and Richard had spoken and yet she was unable to take her eyes off him. She quickly glanced at his face. His anguish was written all over it. She could see his distress was unremitting.

Richard could feel his eyes water with shame, he could not help that he was trembling with utter humiliation. The young student seemed oblivious to his plight, briskly slipping her fingers up and down the entire length of his penis. The sensation felt unbearably sensitive, almost torturous. Unbelievably to Richard, the youngest looking student slipped her hand beneath him. Her slender fingers began to probe firmly between the cheeks of his bottom. He shivered as fingers reached his sphincter. The doctor collected a test tube from the trolley and casually held it ready above the tip of his penis.

Richard could not help his eyes opening wide in shock, shuddering involuntarily at the firm pressure of the fingers between his buttocks as they began to prod and probe his sensitive sphincter.

Richard could only turn his head from side to side at the intolerable surfeit of sexual sensation. Suddenly he sensed a really strange and alien feeling in his penis. “Please Miss… erm I think I am going to pee… erm… oh, something is happening.” His voice and his gasps were ignored. The agonising stimulation was without remission. Within minutes his whole body became stiff, his muscles and sinews straining as he began to ejaculate. The sensation was completely overpowering and quite beyond anything he had ever known. His body pulsed helplessly, his head jerking back into the pillow as the merciless stimulation continued unabated. He gasped and groaned as his senses were ransacked of any semblance of control.

The young female students seemed quite unmoved by his plight while they skilfully stimulated him. It appeared as if they were clinically observing his reactions as he continued to ejaculate helplessly. Eventually his body sagged in utter fatigue as the last of his semen was expelled and collected into the glass tube.

The doctor held the brimming tube up to the light. “Well done, there is no sign of blood. So, I think that we can assume that there is no damage apart from bruising although we will obviously have to send it for a lab test.” The medical students seemed oblivious to his plight or the to the inward anguish of the young boy. There was an almost callous and clinical noting of his visible signs, the ragged and greedy gulps for breath allied to his rapidly heaving chest. One of them placed her fingers in the crease of his groin and felt the femoral pulse, she looked at her watch for fifteen seconds and announced pulse one forty. She smirked at her fellow students’ approval.

The doctor placed the test tube upon the trolley and sealed it. One of students was still holding his penis as her colleague slipped her fingers from between his cheeks. The third student stroked her hand over his chest before reaching for a tissue and began wiping the tip of his sensitive member. She smiled as he shivered with the sensation of the tissue against his overly sensitive urethra.

The doctor turned to Richard. “Good boy, I think we can assume that there is no visible damage to your testes. You will have to be checked regularly over the next few weeks, just to make sure.” She patted his cheek. “I will get the nurses to get you covered up and you can carry on with your visit.”

Jane had been able to watch and hear every bit of Richard’s embarrassing examination. The boy’s utter embarrassment and humiliation had, to her wild surprise excited her tremendously. She could not explain her feelings, but she had derived an intense pleasure from seeing the students’ mastery over his youthful and exquisitely perfect naked body.

She felt guilty at her enjoyment of his thorough helplessness during the procedure as they brought him to such a tumultuous climax. The deluge of intense pleasure that had coursed between her legs, unaided by her own physical stimulus, had both shocked and delighted her.

She waited several minutes before she returned to her seat, pulling it closer towards him. She felt it natural that she should lay her hand upon his heaving chest. She stroked her fingers across him, aware of the stiffening of his nipples from her languid caress. He was still laid with his head back and his eyes staring upward at the ceiling.

“Good boy, I am so relieved that you do not have any lasting damage to your penis and testicles, Richard.” She put her fingers to his burning cheek and made him turn his head towards her.

“I don’t suppose you remember me leading the ambulance men to you, do you Richard! I rang emergency services and then led them from the drive along the thicket. You were unconscious when I found you again, so you were unable to shine the torch. Do you remember any of it?”

Richard looked at her. “No, I don’t remember much at all, just snippets really.”

He looked into her eyes, realising just how incredibly pretty she was. She noticed his blush as he spoke again. “I really can’t tell you how grateful I am erm Miss. I am sorry that you have to see me like this, I mean with no covers over me.”

She smiled at him. “Don’t worry, Richard, I am only looking at your face. I won’t embarrass you by looking elsewhere. I am sorry that I have to go now, but I will see you tomorrow. In the morning, I think.”

She stood up and looked down at his handsome face.

“My mother and heather are both coming. You will like them. Mother is very modern, not frumpy at all. Heather is my older sister, she is seventeen, but as older sisters go, she is quite OK.” She paused and looked at him again. “I never did ask you. how old you are?

Richard seemed a little more at ease as he answered her. “Erm… I am thirteen.” She smiled, showing her beautiful white teeth. “Well, Richard, I am twelve, so we are pretty similar really. Now don’t start blushing again. I am going to kiss you before I go.” She leaned right over him, deliberately putting her hand on his tummy just above his pubis. She saw him blush as she pressed her soft lips to his. She was delighted to feel him shiver as she held his lips captive. She could just feel the edge of his pubic hair with her little finger as she took her lips away from his and stood up. She was delighted when she saw that his eyes had become glazed. “That was a lovely kiss, Richard. I will see you tomorrow, Sweetie.”

She turned not to her left, but to her right, so that she was able to see his entire naked body as she did so. She was delighted that his penis looked fat and scrumptious. She walked towards the swing door and pushing it, she walked straight through. Deliberately, she held it open at the other side as soon as she was out of his sight. She stood for a moment and admired every contour of his body. Satisfied and thrilled with what she saw let go of the swing door; she strode off down the corridor feeling happy and delighted with every aspect of the boy.

It was another ten minutes before the nurses came. They wheeled a trolley containing jugs and bowls and all the paraphernalia nurses need to keep their patients clean. Richard’s heart sank as he realised that he was going to be given a bed bath. He blushed as the young candy striper grinned at him, while the older nurse spoke.

“It’s no good you looking so glum, Richard. Sister told us that they have had to take a sample from you, so that means a thorough bed bath. We are also going to shave you, or rather Sister is when she comes. They have prescribed Arnica gel, and it must be rubbed all over your bruised bits, so you can’t have any hair in the way.”

They began to wash him. The candy striper gently smoothed a washcloth over his face and then dried him just as gently before she moved down to his chest and began to wash him. “Don’t wriggle while I do under your arms, they are in a perfect position, and I will try not to tickle you.” She proceeded to wash under each armpit, her touch was gentle, and she succeeded without him moving. She spoke to the senior nurse who was carefully washing his feet, keeping the wet cloth well away from his plaster cast. “Shall I get the shaving brush and lather his hair. It will probably make it easier for sister if it is softened.” The nurse grinned at her. Yes, if you would please it will be good practice for you.”

Richard watched as his embarrassment grew. The young girl was thoroughly lathering the shaving brush before she leaned over his groin. She turned her head towards him and looked him in the face. “You will have to keep very still while I lather you. It may make you want to move but please don’t.”

Richard shivered as the younger nurse vigorously lathered his pubic hair. He gasped as she picked up his penis and moved it out of the way of the brush. Her fingers were squeezing the flesh of his penis, and he could feel a throb between his legs. It was so prolific that it seemed to shoot up through the shaft to the very tip. He wondered if the nurses realised the extent of his anguish at their casual handling of his body.

The older nurse had moved up to his groin after washing his undamaged leg and had slipped a towel beneath his buttocks. Skilfully as nurses do, pushing it halfway and then moving around the bed so that she could pull it. In no time, she had successfully got it lying flat beneath him. The candy striper quite deliberately kept a firm hold of his penis. She was squeezing it in quick bursts of pressure until Richard gasped as his penis became fully erect and began to throb. She looked at his blushing face.

“Good boy, your sweet little peenie should stay nicely out of the way while Sister Newell shaves you.” Richard blushed again at her cheeky grin. He was shivering with embarrassment and felt utterly vulnerable, laid as he was, naked with his hands beneath the pillow. It seemed that every inch of him was openly available to them, almost as if he was willingly offering his body to them.

He knew that his cheeks were burning with shame. He felt another shiver of embarrassment as Sister Newell entered the room. She did not greet him immediately, but merely picked up a safety razor from the trolley and rinsed it in hot water from the bowl.

“Now keep still young man while I shave you.” Richard could not believe it when she casually ran the fingers of her left hand over the tip of his penis watching him shudder with the sensation as she then took a firm hold of it. She began to shave the base of the shaft and then along the pubic area. She moved his penis to and fro as she worked quickly and expertly.

Richard shivered in embarrassment as Sister Newell put the razor down between his legs and seemingly indifferent to his feelings, took a firm grip of his foreskin. She stretched the skin right down to the base of the shaft. He gasped as the slender membrane of the frenulum was stretched and held tight, leaving his most sensitive flesh bared and vulnerable.

Dispassionately she circled the finger and thumb of her other hand around the head of his penis and rapidly oscillated her slender fingers over the coronal rim of his glans. The stimulation made Richard shudder and gasp loudly. Sister Newell totally ignored his distress continuing nonchalantly until his penis was throbbing wildly. She seemed totally disinterested in his anguish or his writhing torso, but eminently pleased to see his penis standing straight up and well out of her way. She casually picked up the razor and continued shaving him until his pubis was smoothly denuded of hair. Richard’s body was trembling uncontrollably as he turned his head into the pillow to hide the tears of shame in his eyes.

In contrast to the handling of his penis, she lifted his scrotum so gently that Richard was hardly aware of her touch until her razor made long, smooth strokes over the taut and swollen bulge of his testes. He shivered as her fingers slipped between his buttocks to check for hair. He was utterly relieved when she withdrew her hand from between his cheeks.

Sister Newell held her arm out towards the nurse and straightened her fingers. “Optilube, was her curt command to the nurse. Richard did not understand the import of her gesture until he saw the sister’s glistening fingers dip between his legs. At the same moment he felt his buttocks being firmly and widely stretched apart by both nurses. There was no warning or instruction given as his sphincter was deftly penetrated without a moment’s hesitation. He felt the intrusion stretching him wider and wider until suddenly something inside him was prodded several times. The sensation was so intense that he could not help the plaintive moan that escaped his lips as seemingly a bolt of electricity shot from his anus right through to the tip of his penis. He gasped again as the fingers were just as quickly withdrawn.

Sister Newell stood upright. “Wash his buttocks well, we don’t want bed sores from him being in the same position for such a long time.”

Richard was beside himself with the shame of his reluctant arousal. The accumulation of everything that had been done to him had left his penis throbbing and his senses without any defence. He felt absolutely humiliated by his blatant arousal and helpless while he was utterly exposed to the nurses’ intrusive scrutiny. As a thirteen year old boy he was defenceless against their ultimate authority.

The instigation of his final ignominy was the instruction from Sister Newell as she marked his chart. “I see he used the bedpan at seven this morning. His prostate is pliable, so would you erm… instigate a thorough prostatic manipulation and have your junior see to his penis. Let the lab have the sample.” She lowered her voice so only the nurse could hear. “The doctor would like him drained fully, so do it twice. Consecutive evacuation is the only way to ensure he is depleted.”

Richard in his embarrassment, had either not heard or not understood the conversation. He looked at Sister Newell as she leaned over him. “I know it is difficult for a young boy to be confined to bed. So, I have asked the nurses to make you as comfortable as they can. The clinician is coming this afternoon to put Arnica on your bruising. It is very effective. Your leg will heal nicely as long as you keep still, so please try and concentrate on doing what the nurses tell you to do, Richard.” With those final words, Sister Newell left the ward.

The nurse moved to the head of the bed and looked down at the blushing boy. “Richard, Sweetie. This is student nurse Christine, and I am Nurse Francis. You can just call us nurse if that is easier for you. I am just going to take your pillow away so that you are laid more on your back so that I can lift your bottom up. She lifted his head gently and removed the pillow, letting his head down on to his hands. He saw nurse Christine adjusted the pully, so his plastered leg was raised higher.

He shivered in embarrassment as the young nurse trailed her fingers over his freshly shaved pubis. “I must say, Sister gives a very smooth shave.” Nurse Francis smiled at her as she placed a rolled towel under the small of his back.

He moaned softly as Nurse Francis began to smear a slippery lubricant between the cheeks of his bottom. Her fingers were soft and gentle as she worked the lubricant into the opening of his sphincter. He could not help gasping in surprise as the young nurse leaned over his waist, her face brushing against his erect penis as she reached beneath both of his thighs and clasped his buttocks. The procedure was accomplished quickly as Christine pried his buttocks widely apart while Francis slipped two, well lubricated, fingers up into his anus.

“Oomph!” Richard protested to no avail, as the nurse’s fingers slid upwards straight to her target. “Relax Sweetie, this won’t take long. The trick is to relax and let us do all the work.”

He knew that his cheeks were on fire as he stammered. “Erm, what are you going to do?”

Francis spoke softly. “Shush, Sweetie. Just you relax, pretty boy.” He felt the younger nurse delicately tease the head of his penis with the tips of her fingers when suddenly Nurse Francis began to goad that incredibly sensitive spot within his bottom. The sensation of the fingers of both nurses seemed to cojoin into one inconceivable conduit of unbearable arousal. They insouciantly ignored every tremor of his body and every protestation from his lips. They worked assiduously adding further stimulus with each skilful touch. The boy’s arousal seemed to increase in intensity until, finally, firm prods within his bottom heralded a tumultuous climax. The test tube was held steadily as time and time again his semen splattered forcefully against the glass tube.

Richard was aware of his chest heaving as an incredible, torturous spear of excruciating and excessive sensation tore through his groin like a bolt of electricity. It seemed an age before the nurses were satisfied with his emission. The young boy seemed to suddenly deflate as the nurses ceased their intense ministrations and calmed their touch to a gentle caress.

Richard sighed in relief, thankful for their gentle touch as he lay back on the firm mattress. It was only moments later that his consternation was aroused. It was almost imperceptible at first as their stroking gathered momentum. Soon the stimulation of their languid touches became overly sensitive, quickly turning to a painful over-stimulation of his senses.

He jerked his hips in anguished response, only to feel Nurse Christine lean her body more heavily upon his torso as she effectively stifled his movement. Within moments he was enduring the deft and diligent stimulation of skilled hands as they goaded and aroused his already ravished flesh. A third finger joined the other two as they pushed up and up to their most extreme intrusion.

He clenched the cheeks of his bottom together, but no avail as he was coldly and clinically impaled to the nurse’s satisfaction. She skilfully and vigorously incited his prostate gland until he cried out in anguish. The sensations, both internally and externally robbed him of his breath. He now dreaded every touch of their hands upon his body as fearful as if he was being whipped and frightened of the next lash. The deft touches upon his penis had become stronger and more urgent. Every nerve ending was being expertly exploited for its ability to arouse. The sharp scoring of the younger nurse’s fingernails suddenly provoked an incredible response from the rim of his penis.

His naïve and youthful form was at their mercy, and they knew it. His wail of distress went unacknowledged as did the writhing of his upper torso. He was firmly held and worked upon as skilfully as any tormentor or torturer. His young thirteen-year-old body began to shudder in acute distress. His wails of anguish again went unheeded. The surfeit of sensation seemed to be too much to bear. He was convinced that he could not withstand another moment and yet cruelly, the intense sexual incitement went on and on.

Francis felt the sudden and imperative pulse of his prostate as Christine looked at her and indicated the similar wild throbbing of his penis. Callously they speeded up their skilful stimulus until a wild shiver ran through the boy. Francis was able to observe his agonised face as his mouth gagged open and he gasped for air.

She felt a thrill as saw his face contort in pure distress at the very moment that a fountain of viscous white semen spurted copiously from the tip of his penis. “Good boy, Richard. Do your best and perhaps we won’t have to do it again so soon. There, there, baby. What a good boy, just another little squirt… and again, come along, no shirking… there that’s the way. Just a few more sweetie… I’ll just give your little bottom a smack.” She smacked his cheeks smartly, “slap, slap, slap.”

They prolonged his ragged ejaculation until the boy was completely bereft of control. Both physically and mentally he lay broken and defeated. The sheer excess of their stimulation had overwhelmed his body and his mind. The nurse knew that the boy was beyond endurance. He had fainted and remained relaxed as his unconsciousness turned to a deep slumber.

Richard slept for three whole hours. He was awakened by a young woman standing by the side of his bed. She looked quite studious with thick framed glasses and her hair pulled back severely. Her features were neat and pretty, and her teeth gleamed whitely as she smiled down at him. She was dressed in a trim white tunic belted tightly around her waist. By her side was a small square trolley that had a few jars and applicators upon it. At the other side of the bed stood a young nurse.

The clinician addressed the young boy. “The doctor tells me you have some severe bruising; can I see it please?”

The young nurse pre-empted anything the boy might have said. She took hold of the sheet and folded it back, gradually baring the boy’s body until he lay naked to the clinician’s view. Richard blushed. He looked down at himself and blushed again as he saw that his penis was full and turgid.

“Oh my,” the girl exclaimed. “Poor you!” She reached for the trolley and took a pair of latex gloves from the lower shelf. I shall have to put gloves on. Arnica is quite powerful, so I am to avoid touching it. “Does your bruising hurt; I mean is it feeling delicate and sore?” Richard’s embarrassment was evident to both the young clinician and nurse. His youthful features were suffused in redness, and he was hardly able to look the girl in the eye. He stammered his reply.

“Yes Miss, it does hurt when I touch it.” She smiled at him, but it did nothing to ease his embarrassment.

“I have mixed this just a few minutes ago and I think it will be just the right strength for what you need. Now just lay back and relax, this won’t take too long.”

She took a glob of almost clear gel from the jar with two fingers and smeared it on his freshly shaven pubis. She began to smooth it over his skin. Her latex encased fingers were soft and gentle as she began to cover his groin, applying more from the jar as she needed it.

Before long, his pelvis was shining with the glistening gel. Richard dared not look at her as he felt her fingers reach between his thighs and gently lift his scrotum. He could feel the cool gel being smeared underneath and around the sides. The pleasant sensation was arousing him however hard he tried to stifle the feeling. He dared to look down at himself. He was relieved to see that his penis did not seem to have increased in size.

Gently she applied the gel to the upperpart of his scrotum, her touch was so gentle that he hardly noticed it. He could feel her fingers nudge his penis out of the way several times as she completed covering the bulging skin tightly covering his bruised testes. He saw her take another scoop and turn back towards him. Without warning she took hold of his penis and laid it in the palm of her hand.

She began to coat the turgid flesh. This time she rubbed more vigorously until she had fully coated the shaft. Richard shivered as casually she slipped his foreskin down until she had fully retracted the skin, completely baring the head of his penis. He could not help watching her as she wrapped her hand around the sensitive rim of the glans and slipped it downwards. He shivered as she repeated the stroke. This time he was aware that his penis had begun to throb with the acute sensation of her gentle touch.

“There we are all done.” She smiled at him and turned to the nurse. “You will have to leave his sheet off until it has soaked in and dried.”

She began to take her gloves off, cleverly turning them inside out so that she could handle them without getting the gel on her bare fingers. She moved forward and leaned over the boy and looked down at him. “You will have to be a good boy and not touch your penis, Richard.” She turned to look at his pelvis, noting that his penis was erect and throbbing. She looked across at the nurse. “Little boys have no control at all, do they!” Richard’s face turned as red as a beetroot. “Don’t be embarrassed, Richard, I promise I won’t tease you again.”

Richard had no more embarrassments that day. For the next four days he endured a routine of bed baths, Arnica applications and the usual indignities of hospital life. He had had no visitors, just a card from Jane Devereaux, saying that they had been so busy that she had been unable to come and see him, but that she would come soon.

The school had contacted him and said that, as they would be breaking up for the summer vacation on the following Friday, they would look forward to seeing him at the beginning of the next term. They also said that textbooks and ongoing exercise books would be dropped off at the hospital so that he could keep abreast of his work. After several more days, his leg had been released from the hoist and the nurses were allowed to turn him, albeit with great care. They were able to wash him and rub cream into his buttocks, which they did with varying degrees of indifference to his nudity and embarrassment.

It was another nine days later that he finally heard from Jane Devereaux. A note saying that she would see him very soon had been delivered to his side ward.

Richard was X-rayed that morning, and the results were delivered to him by the young female Doctor Burton. His leg was healing far better than anyone had hoped, and a lighter removable plaster cast was planned for his future ease. The less pleasant news was that he was to be moved to a multiple bedded men’s ward.

Richard had enjoyed the luxury of seclusion in the side ward, but orphanage life had inured him to sharing. Everything he had had in the orphanage was shared and he did not possess anything that he could claim was solely his.

He had been disappointed that he had not seen Jane Devereaux again. He had admitted to himself that he was enchanted by her. Her cultured voice, her confidence and aplomb had impressed and delighted him, and he enjoyed her visits tremendously. He was musing about her when a young nurse entered the ward pushing a wheelchair. “I am taking you to the plaster room, you are getting a new pot! So, your chariot awaits.” Richard smiled at her reference to the chair. Two nurses entered the ward and between them they managed to get Richard into the chair having fixed up the extension which held his leg out in front of him.

The route to the plaster room took them into the bowels of the hospital, two floors below. The two nurses accompanied them and helped get him up onto the plaster room’s padded treatment table. He had been greeted by a woman of around forty, dressed in white trousers and tunic top. She was covered in bits of plaster and clay and did not seem to care one jot about her attire.

She was big and jolly and laughed at him as he did his best to keep his genitals covered by the sheet as they had hoisted him on to the table. He could see two halves of a cast laid on a wooden table next to him. She saw him looking at them.

“Those are yours. I’ve made them in two halves as the doctor wants expansion and the physiotherapist wants to be able to remove it. You get a better lining too… and there is less likelihood of damage to your leg. The nurses are going to wash you and get you comfy before I fit it. You can hide your bits under the sheet while I saw your leg in half!” She laughed at him as she picked up a handheld cutter and pushed the sheet towards his groin. “Don’t move, or I will saw your leg in half.” Richard saw her name badge. It had no rank just Miss Annie Hudson.

Richard grimaced as she started the cutter and began to saw the plaster on his leg. The nurses seemed to know what was going to happen and moved well out of the way. When she had cut a line nearly all the way through; she took a hand tool and began to pry the plaster apart.

“Keep still as your leg is vulnerable until I get the new one on.” It seemed an age before the plaster was off. Richard noticed that the nurses had brought hot water, towels, soap and sponges as well as a variety of creams. He noticed too, that there was a smell coming from the opened cast. He wrinkled his nose as the large woman laughed at him.

“That’s from not being able to wash.” She picked up the pieces of cast and dropped them in a dustbin in the corner of the room. To his embarrassment one of the nurses picked up the sheet covering his groin and placed it on the wheelchair. The nurse took his hands and pushed them up towards his head. “Lay your head on your hands until we’ve finished.” Richard blushed as he lay naked and vulnerable to their authority.

The nurses began to carefully wash his right leg. Their touch was delicate and made sure that his leg did not move from its position. The relief of having his leg in the open air felt wonderful. The nurse who had brought the wheelchair began to wash his chest, her bare hands smoothed over his nipples, and she smiled knowingly at him as he shivered with the pleasant sensation of it.

Several more times she brushed over them with her hand that was resting on his chest while the other washed under his arms. She began to wash his tummy, her hands moving further and further towards his groin. She re-soaped them many times as she continued downwards. As if it was of no consequence, she picked up his penis in her left hand and then brought the other hand to it and began soaping it thoroughly.

Nonchalantly she slipped his foreskin down the shaft, holding it tightly stretched as she began to soap the exposed flesh of the head. She ignored his gasps as she wrapped her fingers firmly around the delicate flesh and instigated an up and down movement that had him writhing upon the table.

The nurse that had been soaping his left leg suddenly slipped her hand under his scrotum. Gently she began to soap the bulging skin, lifting his testes, she slipped the fingers of her other hand between the cheeks of his bottom. Her tone was casual as she talked to her companion.

“I can’t wash him as thoroughly as I would like until I get him turned over, but I think I can just get to his sphincter.” She glanced at Richard’s face to see his blushing embarrassment. His penis was standing up, fully erect as the other nurse let go of it and began to wash around his pubis.

The shaft of his penis was waving to and fro as it began to throb with arousal. The nurses smirked at each other as they watched the boy writhe with emotion. The nurse that was preparing his right leg for encasement looked across the table towards the other nurses. “This boy is to be examined by the doctor in half an hour. We can’t leave him in that state so you will have to erm… see to him, Nurse!”

The nurse who was standing next to Richard soaped her hands once more and placed them back upon his penis.

“Poor baby, just relax Sweetie!” She stretched his foreskin back down the shaft of his throbbing penis and casually wrapped the fingers of her other hand around the shaft just as Richard felt probing fingers begin to prod firmly and intrusively against his sphincter.

The nurse’s hand squeezed firmly moving up and down over the head and rim of his penis. Her touch was purposeful and dextrous. She ignored the young boy’s gasps as she teased and aroused his flesh. “Now Richard, be a good boy and give me a nice big emission. Deep breaths now while I coax your little penis for you. You don’t want the doctor to see your pretty peenie waving about now do you? Is it feeling sensitive sweetie. Just relax while we take care of it, there we are… nearly there, sweetie.” He gasped and moaned as he began to convulse upon the table his penis ejaculating wildly as they goaded him to an excess of sexual stimulation.

Rope after rope of thick, creamy semen erupted from the tip of his timid flesh.

“There we are baby, let’s get you emptied properly. My, you are in a state aren’t you!” She smiled into his blushing face. “Nurse is going to give you a few more little prods up into your bottom, just to make sure we’ve got it all, there we go, one more big push, that’s the way sweetheart.” Her fingers flew over the sensitive exposed membrane. She could see that he was almost delirious as another ragged convulsion enveloped his body. “Good boy, my you are in a state aren’t you!” Caringly they stroked and cajoled him until his head fell back onto the padded table. They all heard his gasps and sighs as he lay gulping for breath, his head moving from side to side as his eyes squeezed shut. “There, there baby boy. You just relax now.”

Annie Hudson was delighted with the performance. “Oh, I love to see little boys gasp and moan when you girls play with their little penises. Now let me get his freshly washed leg into the liner so I can put his cast on. I hope you girls are going to clean him up from the mess he has just made!”

Miss Annie Hudson showed him the smooth inside of the cast. She was so good natured that he forgot his embarrassment. They talked as she fitted the liner, which was like a thick but very smooth sock. The cast was fitted and held together with three pliable bands. Richard felt the difference in comfort straight away and told her so. She explained that he could come to her at anytime if he felt that there was something wrong with the fit of the cast. She told him that the physiotherapist, who he would be seeing later, would be removing the cast for his treatments.

“We want to get you moving as soon as possible, but not to put too much strain on it. We’ll soon have you back to normal.” She went to a cupboard and brought back a hospital gown. “This one fastens at the front and should protect your modesty a bit.” She laughed again before going into another small room and emerging with two crutches. “Right girls let’s have him on his feet.” She smiled at Richard. “Try and keep most of your weight off your right leg, but I still want you to touch the floor with your toes, just to keep your muscles working.”

The nurses helped him slide off the table and stand upright. Richard felt slightly dizzy for a moment as Miss Hudson helped him into the gown and fastened the top three of the four ties in front of him. The gown left plenty of room for movement and she began to show him how to use the crutches. The nurses attended at either side and behind him as he started to practice.

Miss Hudson could see, straight away, that the boy was agile and athletic, soon handling the crutches quite expertly and obeying every word of advice she gave him. It was only ten minutes later that he was back in the wheelchair as they took him back upstairs in the service elevator. They stood him up again and escorted him either side as he used the crutches towards the male orthopaedic ward.

He walked down the centre of the ward until the ward sister indicated a bed. She slipped the sheet and blankets down to the foot of the bed and indicated that the nurses should get him laid flat upon it. She pulled the curtains to, on either side of him leaving the front open.

“Put his crutches against the side table so he can get at them. Quickly now, Matron, is due any minute to prepare for the doctor’s round.” She looked at the young boy, noting how handsome he was. She knew of his circumstances and spoke to him kindly. “I’ve put a new toothbrush and toothpaste in the drawer. There is some concentrated lemonade to mix with water from your jug. It’s all in your cupboard.” She turned to the nurses. “You may leave him.” She grimaced as she looked at them. “If you hurry you may just avoid Matron.”

Richard lay as he had been placed and thought about his new mobility. He was raring to go and get walking and hoped he was not to be laid in bed for too long. The general chatter in the ward suddenly ceased. Richard listened as curt instructions were being given at the far end of the ward. The bustle and voices got nearer to him and eventually he was facing an entourage of the Matron aided by two Sisters. The Matron did not address him directly but spoke to one of the sisters as she looked at his chart. The chart had obviously been transferred to the ward and now hung from the end of his bed.

“Why is this boy not prepared for the doctor’s round?” The ward sister answered her deferentially. “He has just arrived a few moments ago.” She turned to the nurse. “Open his gown and get a bolster for his leg.” The Matron, Richard guessed, was probably a couple of years below forty. She was trim, impeccably groomed and, Richard thought extremely attractive. Her demeanour was very authoritative, and Richard could see that she was used to being obeyed instantly.

The Matron watched Richard begin to blush to a deep red as he heard that his gown was to be opened for the Doctor’s visit. He had already experienced many indignities while he had been in hospital. However, this baring of his body seemed particularly humiliating. Lying supine, while the nurse briskly untied the ties in front of the smartly dressed Matron and the two sisters made him dread the moment he would be uncovered. The nurse took hold of the two edges of the material and laid them fully open, revealing the whole of his naked body. As she moved out of the way it left the sight of his naked body fully revealed. Not to just the Matron’s entourage but to everyone walking up and down the busy ward. He knew that he could not help his shivering at the utter embarrassment and vulnerability of his exposure. He felt the colour deepen in his cheeks as the Matron glanced at him.

Matron stepped closer reading his chart as she looked at his pubis. She spoke, again addressing the sister rather than the nurse that was lifting the plaster cast onto a long bolster. “He should have been shaved. There is stubble all over his pubis. Get him shaved quickly, so that he is ready for inspection.” The sister immediately turned and looked down the ward. She beckoned someone and Richard saw a young candy-striper appear. “Go and get your things and get this boy shaved properly. Hurry up girl, the doctor’s round is in five minutes.”

Richard blushed as the young girl glanced at his groin before she rushed off. The sister then addressed the nurse who was standing next to his bed. “Get his hands out of the way and spread his legs wider. Please inspect him after he has been shaved. He shuddered as the nurse took hold took the edge of his gown and, pulling it tight tucked it in to the side of the bed, pinioning his arm tightly beneath his gown. She moved to the other side of the bed and repeated the procedure. Now his arms were still laid at his side but fastened very effectively beneath the gown. Her voice was brusque. “Lay still until after the doctor has been. I am going to move your left leg and then you should be ready.” He watched her hands around the thigh of his left leg. “Slide your leg to the left… no keep going, that’s it… now stay like that until I come to you after the doctor has been.” Richard could not believe how vulnerable and defenceless he felt with his legs spread widely apart and his arms pinioned and immobile beside his naked body.

Richard’s face immediately flushed to a deep red as the candy-striper suddenly reappeared dragging a trolly to the side of the bed. Matron finally addressed the young boy directly.

“Your leg is mending very well. You will be going for physiotherapy after the doctor has seen you. Stay quite still when the doctor examines you.” She gave him a professional smile and moved away down the ward towards the next bed, leaving Richard blushing as the young girl began to lather a large shaving brush.

Richard could see that she was very young and very pretty. Without ceremony she slapped the bristles of the brush against his pubis and then casually took a firm hold of his penis and lifted it, keeping it upright as she lathered the whole of his pubis. She brushed around and around, holding his penis up as she worked. Casually she laid it back down in the lather as she exchanged the brush for a razor. Without a word she picked up his penis again and began to shave him. Richard could do nothing but lay there as she expertly shaved every inch from the crease of each thigh to the shaft of his penis, which she stretched upwards by the tip as she shaved the base. He could hear her breathing gently as her head moved closer to his groin and inspected her work so far. Eventually she laid his penis down with the tip pointing towards his navel.

He watched her trim body as she began to soap her hands. When they were fully lathered, she bent over him and casually lifted his scrotum. She soaped the whole of the scrotal sac and underneath along his perineum and then between his buttock before casually rinsing her hands in the bowl on the trolley and carefully drying them. Richard should have felt indignant, but his shame was so great that he just gasped with the sensation from the young girl’s deft touches. She began to shave the whole of his scrotum and then along the raphe and between the cheeks of his bottom. She rinsed his flesh with a wetted cloth and then dried him. When she had finished, she tidied her equipment before turning to him and running her fingertips across the smooth flesh. She looked boldly into his blushing face and spoke to him for the first time.

“My name is Christine Kirkby, but you have to call me Nurse Kirkby. I usually wear gloves and use a pad to move the penis out of my way when I shave a male patient. But you are just a boy, and I can handle you as I like. Especially when they’ve got you nicely fastened down. You are thirteen and I am sixteen and I will be a proper junior nurse next year. I have already passed all my written exams. So, you have to lie there while I do as I like!” Richard was blushing to an even deeper red. He was profoundly embarrassed by her. She sounded like one of the spoiled sisters of his school friend. To have such a young girl taunt him while he was naked and helpless, made him feel totally and utterly humiliated.

Suddenly she checked behind her and then picked up his penis with both hands and quickly retracted his foreskin and examined it carefully before laying it back over his scrotum. “Stay as you are until the doctor comes and concentrate on trying to stop your penis getting big. I can make young boys get erect and spurt really easily, so think yourself lucky that I didn’t leave it hard and waving about for all the students to see.” She gave him a mischievous smile and said, “be good little ‘blushy boy’.” She turned and left, dragging her trolly behind her.

Richard looked down at himself and then quickly looked up at the ceiling. He could not help blushing again as he thought about her touching him so humiliatingly. He tried to think of other things, until he realised that he was following her instructions exactly.

Richard was conscious of the true extent of his naked vulnerability as the centre of the ward seemed to be a busy thoroughfare with staff going about their business. He had looked down at his body and began to get a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. They had left him so deliberately and blatantly exposed, as if he was an exhibit. He knew that even the opening to his bottom was obviously visible to everyone that passed by. He couldn’t help shuddering at the indignity of it all.

Richard was aware that his face was absolutely bright red. The curtains at the front of Richard’s cubicle were wide open, so a turn of the head by anyone walking by would reveal his nakedness. To his shame, several nurses came to look at him, seemingly without any purpose until he realised that being new on the ward… and being the only young person, that they were just having a look at him especially while he was so nakedly displayed. One of the first nurses to come and look at him reappeared with a brush and comb. She stooped by his head and brushed and combed his hair. “There, that’s better, you look very handsome.” She kissed him on the forehead and disappeared as quickly as she had come.

Several others had stood at the foot of the bed and carefully examined his openly displayed penis and testicles. One young nurse, who looked as if she had just qualified, had come to the side of his bed. “The Doctor is not here yet. Let me give you this.” She held a plastic cup that had a drinking spout. She offered it near to his lips and raised his head. “It’s only water, but I bet no one has thought to give you a drink. Just suck.” She held the cup and watched patiently as he took as much as he wanted before she moved it away. “I will be back in a second.” She smiled and walked off quickly.

True to her word she reappeared, this time with a stainless-steel urine bottle. She placed the bottle between his legs. To, Richard’s embarrassment, she reached underneath his scrotum and smoothed her hand up and over the tight skin covering his testes before taking a firm grip of his penis; she placed the head into the cold funnel of the bottle. Richard shivered from the chill of the steel as she pressed gently against his bladder. Richard was surprised as he began to urinate from the pressure the girl was applying. When he had finished, she ran her hand down the length of his penis several times, before taking the bottle away. “The doctor is here now. They will be starting at the top of the ward. Everything looks neat and tidy in your little cubicle, so I’ll see you when they’ve gone.” She took hold of his penis and laid it on his pubis with the head pointing up towards his chest. Taking a tissue from her pocket she wiped the tip. “Bye Sweetie.”

Richard lay with his head back looking at the ceiling. He could feel the burning in his cheeks wondering whether the treatment he would receive from the doctor would be as embarrassing and traumatic as the last time. He could hear the entourage moving closer to him as they stopped at each bed.

Richard blushed immediately as the doctor and her group of medical students stopped in front of his cubicle again. He noticed that the students were the same as the last time he had been visited. As well as the students, there was the same nurse who had exposed his body during the Matron’s visit and his preparation. The doctor smiled at him as she examined his chart.

“I hope you are feeling better, erm Richard. Matron tells me that you are being moved again, after my examination. We will get you done as soon as we can. Just relax while we get our samples.” Richard received her professional smile before she turned towards the Nurse and the medical students.

“I want a blood and urine sample and two samples of semen. A manipulation of the prostate will be necessary as I will need a thorough and rigorous evacuation. I am pleased you are with us today Nurse Simpson as you are more familiar with what I need, and the procedure involved.”

She peered down at his groin. “His bruising seems much reduced, but I am still concerned about any damage to his testes. So, I think the tests will be necessary for quite some time into the future. Now where is that trolley?”

Richard was blushing as he listened to the conversation. Although he was not exactly sure of what was going to be done to him, he had no illusions that it would be any less embarrassing than the last time. The only saving grace was that Jane Devereaux was not to be a witness this time.

Even though he knew could not have interfered with their examination, he was very aware of his vulnerability with his arms tightly pinioned by his sides beneath the tightly stretched material of his gown. It made him feel quite helpless. He saw another nurse appear wheeling a much larger medical trolley than he had seen before. There were drawers in the side of it and the large surface was full of equipment. He could feel his face flush profusely as he observed Nurse Simpson donning a pair of latex gloves and lubricating her fingers from a large jar upon the trolley.

The doctor took her stethoscope and placing it in her ears, moved close to him. She laid her cool hand over his right nipple and touched the cold diaphragm to his sternum. “Just breathe deeply for me, Richard.” She waited while the boy obeyed her and began to move the diaphragm around. The fingers of her left hand seemed to be toying with the nub of his nipple as the stethoscope moved over his chest. It seemed almost deliberate that the diaphragm seemed to pass over his right nipple each time she moved it. She looked towards Nurse Simpson and nodded. Richard shuddered as one of the students gently lifted his scrotum while another lifted his penis. He shuddered again as he felt the gloved fingers of Nurse Simpson slip between his buttocks. He could not help grunting as her fingers pressed insistently against his sphincter.

The doctor’s voice was soft and persuasive as she spoke to him. “Try and relax for me. Nice big breaths now… slow and even. Richard looked up at her as she dropped the stethoscope and stroked her fingers over his chest. Just relax now.” Richard grunted and shuddered as the nurse’s fingers entered his bottom. Unerringly the intrusive fingers slipped upwards to their target. It seemed to Richard that the nurse had found the very core of his nervous system. He could not help looking at her as she suddenly turned towards him. “Relax and let yourself go, don’t fight it, Richard.”

He shivered continuously as the medical student stretched his foreskin downwards until he could feel an intense pressure. He held his breath in dread as she casually applied her fingers to the bared flesh beneath. He could not help his gasps of protest as she delicately ran her forefinger around the rim of the glans. He looked at her as she concentrated on her task of arousing the timid flesh. “Oh… please… erm Miss.”

His pleading was ignored as his most sensitive flesh was exploited for its ability to arouse his senses. It was only moments before he was entirely beyond any semblance of control. The goading of his prostate had already enveloped his senses. Suddenly the combined stimulation of his penis and the intrusive probing of his prostate had him in the throes of sexual delirium.

The doctor turned to the nearest medical student, her voice soft and quiet. “Draw the prepuce up and then tightly down the shaft again, he should erect fully in a few moments. Richard shivered violently and yet the casually voiced instructions continued. “Now stimulate the frenulum and coronal rim. That’s fine… gently now, keep him well under control until I tell you to increase the pressure. You can begin some effleurage to the tip of the glans and monitor the result, keep the prepuce well back… there that’s the way.”

Richard sensed their hands were seemingly arousing every sensitive area of his body. The torment of being internally prodded as the nurse delved ever more deeply against his prostate elevated his sensitivity to the manipulation of the student’s fingers. It was the calmness and nonchalance of their teasing that exaggerated his helplessness.

The doctor bent over him. Wickedly she squeezed his nipples and then stroked them in turn. Her eyes constantly scanned his face, reading his emotions and the state of his arousal. She could see his consternation as the nearest medical student rotated her hand over the tip of his penis. She smiled down at him as his mouth opened wide in silent agony.

Nurse Simpson detected the first pulses of an impending ejaculation and gave an immediate instruction. “Test tube ready, please.” Her words let the girls know that they could increase their stimulation to maximum effect. It was the doctor that reached for the test tube, not wanting to disturb the expert provocation of the boy’s anguished arousal. They spurred him on, cajoling each erogenous zone to greater and more intense excitement. The boy had reached a plateau of agonising extasy, effectively robbing him of any defence to their onslaught.

Richard, through the mists of acute distress saw the Doctor looking down at him dispassionately with a wry smile as she collected the first of his violent emissions into the broad-lipped glass vial. Her smile of satisfaction embarrassed him deeply. As he looked at the students, he could see their indifference to his distress. It appeared to Richard that they were expertly seeking to prolong his torture and milk every last vestige of his essence. Each fervid emission produced an involuntary spasm from his body. It was as if they were interested only in the amount of semen he was producing and had absolutely no regard for his feelings.

Finally, his locked sinews relaxed as if being released from a giant claw. He turned his face up to the doctor as if seeking assurance that it was all over. She stroked his cheek gently as she held the glass tube up to the light. Seeing nothing untoward, she handed to a student. “Seal it, please. You can get them both to the lab as soon as we are finished.”

Richard quaked at her words as he felt nurse Simpson gently withdraw her fingers through the stricture of his sphincter. One of the students casually squeezed her fingers upwards around the shaft of his penis and then swiftly wiped the tip. Richard realised that he was still semi-erect as his penis hovered above his pubis as she let him go.

Suddenly the medical students were alerted to someone’s presence\\\\\\\\\\. They immediately stood up straight and moved to stand aside. Richard saw the Sister first and then the Matron as she moved into his view. Accompanying the Matron was a woman he had not seen before. She was dressed in a tailored navy jacket and matching skirt. Her blouse was casually open at the neck with just a single neat necklace.

Without any outward sign, Richard had the feeling that even the Matron was slightly in awe of her. As they got closer to him, he could see that she was extremely good looking. Her hair was an ash-blonde and was swept back at each side. Her facial features were delicate and impeccable. Her cut-glass accent as she spoke to the Doctor, seemed to Richard to be very aristocratic. He knew instinctively that she was someone of importance.

“How is he Doctor?” Richard noticed that the Doctor too seemed very deferential to the woman.

“Well Ma’am. He is recovering well. His leg rapidly so. I am still worried about the trauma to his genitals. I have found no evidence of blood in his semen, but he will need to be checked for at least the next few weeks until I can be absolutely sure. I am going to increase the application of Arnica as I am also not absolutely sure that the internal bruising is responding as well as it should.”

“Thank you, Doctor. When do you think he can be released?”

The doctor looked a little confused. “Well, I would be confident to release him now into proper home care, but I was led to believe that there was nowhere suitable for his convalescence.”

“I have only just informed Matron, so you certainly weren’t to know, Doctor. I have arranged for his convalescence and for private nursing care. Have you anything more to do before you sign his discharge papers?”

The Doctor looked pleased with the news. “Well Ma’am. I require a second sample of his semen and a sample of blood and of urine. I could send one of the nurses to get his medication which is Arnica and the gel to mix with it and a calcium supplement, which he has been taking. He can take his crutches and I will be happy to talk to the private nursing service if they require it. He is low on vitamin D, so lots of sunlight and physiotherapy should have him back to normal within six months.”

“Well done doctor. I will observe, as I presume these tests will have to be performed weekly.”

“Yes, they will Ma’am.”

“Carry on, I will talk to the boy later.”

Matron called to one of the nurses who was further up the ward. Nurse Frisk can you spare me ten minutes.

Richard watched as the pretty nurse arrived and had a quick conversation with doctor. He had heard some of the conversation between the aristocratic looking woman and the Doctor. So, he was to be discharged. He was excited, he neither looked forward to being alone at boarding school during the summer break… and he really wouldn’t care if he never saw the orphanage again.

He was aware of the medical students taking their places and of the new nurse talking hurriedly to the Doctor before she came to stand by him and gently place her hand upon his chest. She bent her body across his torso and lowered her head until he was looking into her eyes. “Now baby boy, let us take care of you. I’ll play with your cute little nipples, just to get you in the mood.”

Richard could not help feeling comforted and aroused at her words.

The Doctor talked her aristocratic visitor through the procedure. “Nurse Simpson is quite expert in stimulating a boy with prostate massage. The sample I need is this one as we are sure that his semen is comprehensively extracted, and he is left depleted. If there is any bleeding it will show in the second sample.”

The lady observed closely and saw the boy flinch as one student picked up the tip of his flaccid penis by finger and thumb and stretched it upwards before skinning it down to the base. Casually, she began to lightly stroke his frenulum while her thumb carefully stroked the rim of the glans.

She could see how the young boy reacted to each touch and was soon aware of a fine quiver running through his body. She could see Nurse Frisk running her hand lightly over his chest and torso. Below, she watched the medical student encase his bulging scrotum in her hands and begin to gently squeeze and stroke the delicate objects. Co-ordinating this onslaught to the boy’s senses, was Nurse Simpson. She saw the boy shudder as the experienced Nurse Simpson penetrated his bottom. Her technique seemed well practiced as she delved deeply inside him. Her face showed no expression as her forearm flexed in time to her intrusive and extreme stimulation to the boy’s prostate gland.

She realised that their skill and patience could only have one result. Touch by touch they aroused the boy, elevating his sexual anguish to a feverish level. She noticed one medical student was holding his right hip flat to the bed, stifling any overt movement of his plastered leg.

Richard was in a dilemma of emotions. The casual manipulation of his body had his nerve-endings so elevated, that every touch produced a sharp quiver through his body. His humiliation was profound as the nurse and students cleverly elicited new and cruelly compelling sensations throughout his slender frame.

Yet at the same time he was being comforted and cajoled by the pretty nurse whispering softly to him. Although, in fact she knew every detail of the agonising sensations that were being enacted upon him.

“Poor baby, it will all be over soon. Be a brave boy just for me, Sweetheart. I’ll just have to give you a little pinch or two, it will help you give a nice big sample. There, there you’re shivering, sweetheart. It won’t be much longer now.” She kissed his forehead lovingly as she pinched both of his nipples several times. She could see quite clearly how he struggled with the agonies of the intense manipulations to his young body.

She realised what a torturous experience it must be for a young thirteen-year-old boy. She was aware of his gasps and groans as they took his stimulation to greater and greater heights. Suddenly the student who was holding his leg took a glass tube from the trolley and readied it against the shivering boy’s penis.

A gasp and then deep gulps heralded the boy’s reluctant and forced ejaculation. It was deeply emotional as he shuddered with each emission. Time and time again, thick viscous ropes of semen splattered into the glass. There was no respite from the girls’ stimulation as their hands seem to fly over his penis in rapid succession. She could see his body sag and at the same time Nurse Simpson prodded and probed until another globule of semen was forced from the tip of his penis.

The boy’s chest was heaving as he fought for breath. Nurse Frisk spoke to him again. “Good boy, my you are in a state, but it has to be done. Oh, that was a big one, Nurse Simpson must be very busy with her fingers, can you feel them inside your little bottom, Richard?” Callously she squeezed both his nipples and scored her fingernails over the erected tissue.

Gradually the girls soothed him as the Doctor examined the sample that the student was holding. “We’ll get it checked but hopefully he is clear for now.”

It was Matron that took her arm and drew her aside. “I will let them get their samples and have the bed wheeled to the discharge lounge. There are no patients being discharged today and it will be an ideal setting for you to talk to him. I have prepared a detailed list of instructions and some very helpful guides on the care of his leg. The plaster cast is easily removeable for bathing or physiotherapy. Now is there anything else that we can do for you Lady Devereaux?”

Some, forty minutes later, Richard’s bed was wheeled into the discharge lounge. He was still naked, and his arms were still pinioned. Matron knew that at some point lady Devereaux would want to examine the boy thoroughly and had instructed Nurse Simpson to have the boy transferred, undressed as he was, rather than cover him. She was sure that the boy’s unique good looks and slim physique would dispel any second thoughts as to what she was sure was in Lady Devereaux’s mind.

Matron escorted Lady Devereaux to the lounge and saw that the dependable Nurse Simpson had placed a chair by the side of the boy for Lady Devereaux. Nurse Simpson was standing by her medical trolley at the far side of the bed and nodded a greeting to her superior and to Lady Devereaux. The boy was blushing profusely, and Matron assumed that her orders had been obeyed and that he had not been covered as he was wheeled through the ward and corridors.

“I will leave you to talk to the boy. The ambulance is standing by, and the discharge papers have all been signed and are in the folder along with the care instructions. I will leave them here on the table. Would you like Nurse Simpson to stay or go?”

Lady Devereaux smiled at the Matron. “It might be better for her to stay as I have no idea of the procedures for getting him in the ambulance.”

Matron smiled again. “Don’t worry, we will have him readied and transferred just as soon as you leave, so he will arrive with you probably half an hour afterwards.”

Richard looked embarrassed as the rather regal Lady Devereaux took off her jacket and placed it over the back of the chair. She then sat down beside him and smiled at him. “Hello Richard, I am Lady Kathleen Devereaux, Jane’s mother. She wanted to come today, but I made her stay at home. Now I have been making a lot of decisions and arrangements without your knowledge or your permission. Jane told me that you had nowhere to convalesce, so I decided that you should come to me. It has taken quite a while to get the necessary permissions and change of authority signed so that you are now fully in my charge and my care. I am sure that you don’t relish the alternatives and therefore assumed that you would welcome coming to live with us. Please tell me if you are going to be comfortable with that.”

Richard looked at her, his face still flushed. Are you sure you would want me… I mean living at your house?” Lady Devereaux smiled as she had not heard Deveraux Hall being called a house before.

“I am quite sure, Richard. We have, as a family, talked about you at length. Jane described you perfectly and now I am talking to you I concur with her opinion of you. So, if I have your agreement, we’ll go. You will be travelling by ambulance, and I will greet you at home.” She turned to Nurse Simpson, who was standing at the other side of the bed. “Thank you for staying will you arrange his transport?”

“Yes, Lady Devereaux, it is already all arranged. Before you go, can I just go over the boy’s injuries with you?”

Kathleen got up from her chair and smiled at Richard before giving Nurse Simpson her full attention. If you will look at his groin, you will see that the bruising looks as if it is healing nicely. But the Doctor thinks that the trauma penetrated much deeper. So, she has prescribed stronger Arnica to be applied three times a day. His leg is of less concern and Miss Hudson our Plaster expert has instructed him on how to use his crutches. By the way, there are much better and lighter ones on the market.”

Nurse Simpson lifted his penis and laid it on her palm. “You can see that there is no apparent damage at all to his penis, but it will need keeping an eye on as the trauma you can see, is above and below it. She laid his penis on his pubis and gently lifted his testes. We think his testicles are still swollen and so will still be feeling delicate. So, I would recommend care when bathing him. Oh, and he has been shaved for the Arnica application so you will have to attend to that to keep him fully denuded of hair.”

Richard was shivering in shame as the nurse handled his body. He felt utterly humiliated as the beautiful Lady Devereaux examined his body. He had dreaded each glance while Nurse Simpson casually drew her attention to his penis and testicles. He shivered again as the nurse gently trailed her fingers over his pubis, feeling the smoothness of his freshly shaved skin.

Nurse Simpson continued, ignoring the boys quivering body and blushing cheeks. “Oh, I almost forgot. We check his temperature as many times as we can during the day. If you take the reading from inside his bottom, it is a better and earlier indication of whether he is becoming infected. We find an anal reading is far more accurate that an oral one, and the anal thermometer is readable in half degrees.

I would keep him loosely covered until his bruising dissipates. Oh, and Matron has authorised me to give you a suitable thermometer and an anal lubricant.”

Nurse Simson pulled open one of the drawers of the trolley and took out a leather covered box. She opened it and held it towards Lady Devereaux so that she could examine it.

The device was a chromium plated cylinder which was encased in a thick glass tube. It was about eight inches long and ended in a glass bowl filled with bright red mercury. The glass tube was accurately marked in half-degree indications of both Fahrenheit and Centigrade. “We still use these for younger boys and girls as well as men and women when there is a risk of infection. It is surprising how many times we have avoided serious infection by catching it early.”

Lady Devereaux looked at the device and cleverly she thought of a way of getting instruction as she had only a vague idea of how to use it. She asked the young nurse. “Would it be an idea for you to take it now just so I know what his base line is.”

“Yes of course that makes perfect sense. The boy’s legs are nicely spread so I’ll just lubricate his bottom. I will give you a large tube of the Optilube along with the gauge.” Nurse Simpson quickly smeared the lubricant from the tube and held her two fingers together. She looked at the boy’s blushing face.

“Just relax Sweetheart, you should be used to this by now.” She turned to Lady Devereaux. “If you look between his legs, you will see how I prepare him.” Kathleen leaned over and watched the nurse’s fingers wriggle against his sphincter and sudden disappear inside. She turned her hand greasing his tight stricture. She withdrew her fingers and took the thermometer and introduced it to the little rosebud of flesh. She pressed the bulb against the opening, increasing the pressure until the sphincter gave way.

The boy gasped as she passed the tube up until only the tip of the cylinder was showing. There we are sweetheart, all done. Kathleen was sure that his penis had throbbed several times while the nurse was greasing him and then pushing the large bowl up inside him.

“I usually wait at least six minutes sometimes ten, if I am taking his blood pressure or checking his pulse.” Kathleen could not help herself as she ran her hand over his tummy and then up to his chest. “Good boy, just lie still while the thermometer is in your bottom.” She had yet to see the boy without a blushing face. She had been absolutely delighted with her first sight of Richard and realised he was something special. But she had to admit that the more she saw of him, the more she admired his beautiful face and body. She had always wanted a boy, but as nature had dictated, she had ended up with three very good looking and bright daughters.

Richard lay looking up at Lady Devereaux and the nurse as they conversed while they waited for the thermometer’s result.

“Which nursing service are you going to use, Lady Devereaux?”

“The Clifton Nursing Service was recommended to me. They said that they had two nurses that were particularly adept at handling young boys of Richard’s age. So, they will be alternating between themselves. My daughters are very practical and all very keen to get to know Richard better. We have tried to make every preparation that has been recommended to us. We have had workmen in for the last ten days putting in handrails and the like to make Richard as independent as we can.”

Nurse Simpson looked impressed by Lady Devereaux and her forethought in getting ready for the boy. “I’ll just check the reading Ma’am, and then I think we can get him ready.” The Nurse leaned over and peered between his legs. “Just relax, Richard. Big breaths now. Here we go.” She pulled the thermometer quickly; casually observing the boy’s sudden shiver and gulp of discomfort as the bowl passed back through his sphincter. She read the mercury indicator and turned it towards Kathleen Devereaux. Kathleen saw how clear the indication was. “Thirty-seven degrees,” I presume that is normal?”

“Yes, Ma’am thirty-seven or ninety-eight point six, is exactly what we are looking for.”

Richard was utterly embarrassed as he lay naked in front of the nurse and Lady Devereaux. He was aware that his penis was less swollen but was also aware of the stimulation of the thermometer being first inserted and then the twinge of arousal as it was pulled abruptly from his bottom.

The Nurse spoke again. “I will walk you out and let the nurses get Richard ready for the ambulance trip. He will be wheelchaired to the transport and sit in it for the journey. Will you want us to leave the chair with you?”

“No, my daughters persuaded me to get a powered one if he wants to go further afield that his crutches will allow. We have some lightweight crutches too, which we will need to adjust for him when he arrives.”

“You are going to spoil him Lady Devereaux if you are not careful.” The nurse laughed and looked fondly at Richard.

“Well goodbye Richard, I will see you at home.”

Nurse Simpson laid her hand on the boy’s thigh. “The nurses will be here to get you ready. I will be back to check you are ready and take you down to the ambulances.”

The noise from the tyres as they entered the gates to the long driveway up to Devereaux hall, quickly reminded Richard of his lucky rescue by Jane Devereaux. He had realised while in hospital that hearing her footsteps could have saved his life. His wheelchair was clamped neatly in the back of the ambulance facing the rear. He was unaware of the magnificence of the Hall until they pulled into the courtyard at the side of the hall. They had given him a sheet and a light blanket on top to travel with. It was tightly wrapped around him reaching to his ankles from under his arms and as it was already getting warmer weather, Richard was slightly too warm, but his modesty did not allow him to shed the blanket.

As they came to a stop, he was delighted to see Jane Devereaux waiting to greet him. He blushed when the ambulance men opened the doors and he saw how she was dressed. She was wearing a tiny pair of fashionable shorts and a tank top. Her midriff was bare, and he had to look down to avoid staring. Her long, lightly tanned legs made the shorts appear even shorter. She watched the driver and his partner lower the wheelchair with the ambulance’s hydraulic lift. As soon as the chair was on the ground she leaned over and kissed him on the lips. Richard blushed and could do nothing about the ambulance men’s laughter at his blushing face.

“Oh Richard, you are safely home. I mean home. I will push you, so no grumbling at my driving. The ambulance men watched her easily manoeuvre and then push the chair and so they let her do it. They followed as she wheeled him into a large kitchen cum breakfast room. There was a comfy chair with a foot stool in front of it. She let the ambulance men steady Richard as he hopped to it holding his sheet and blanket. He gratefully sat down, blushing as she lifted his leg very carefully and placed it on the stool.

“Oh Richard, I wanted to come and see you every day, but there were so many things to do… legal things and permissions to get you to be able to come here. Mummy was absolutely amazing. She, and me and my sisters had to go to a big really important court to get you legally able to come and live here. She didn’t want me to come until she had everything in place, and we were sure that you were allowed to come.” She smiled at him, and Richard realised that her eyes were wet. “Don’t mind me, it has been so hectic that I am just relieved and very happy to see you seated there.”

Richard really didn’t know what the import of her words really meant. He was just happy to be there with her and not going back to an austere orphanage or a school with no friends there.

“Thank you very much Miss, it is so nice to see you and be here. I didn’t really want to go back to the orphanage… or to school for that matter. But to come here with someone like you is… just… erm heaven… really heaven for someone like me.”

Suddenly Jane looked cross. “Don’t you ever say that again. Someone like you! You are you and every bit as good as anyone else. Please, sweetie, don’t ever say anything like that again. Promise me?”

Before either could say anything, Kathleen Devereaux entered the room. She was dressed in a simple but elegant dress that came just below the knee. She looked as she usually did impeccably groomed, and with such a beautiful face and trim, graceful body. Richard tried to struggle to his feet as it was customary to do when a lady enters the room. Her voice was firm. “Don’t try and get up, Richard in your condition, but I am flattered that you tried. I am so happy to see you here. Hospitals do their best, but they are not very homely are they Richard?”

“No Ma’am, I suppose not.”

Kathleen immediately realised exactly what she had said. Of course, the boy had no idea what home was.

“Well Richard we are going to show you what a home is, because you are at home. Now let us get you comfortable. You won’t be able to navigate a staircase for quite some time, so your room is downstairs. All the things that you will need are already in there. My other two daughters are looking forward to meeting you. They wanted to meet straight away, but I didn’t want you to be overwhelmed and so I have made them wait. Now tell me, before you meet them, do you need to use the lavatory?”

Richard looked a little embarrassed and then realised that if he was to meet them it might take some time so he would need to pee. “Yes, please Ma’am, if I may. “Good Richard. Soon you will be quite independent and then I won’t have to ask you and more importantly you won’t have to ask me. Now I am going to introduce you to your nurse. She, or her companion depending on their timetable will always be here for as long as you need a nurse. Jane and I will leave you and the nurse will come and introduce herself.”

Lady Devereaux turned and beckoned to Jane who reluctantly left Richard’s side and followed her out of the room. It was no more than a minute as his nurse walked in pushing a hospital style trolley. She was slim and very pretty, somehow Richard was not surprised. She was smartly dressed in a white tunic. She had blue epaulettes upon her shoulders with a gold insignia upon each. Her belt was also in the same blue with a gold-coloured buckle. Richard saw that she wore makeup and that her tanned legs were bare. Her whole appearance and demeanour seemed highly professional. She left the trolly just a few feet away from him and came and shook his hand.

“Hello Richard, it is nice to meet you. My name is ‘Janet Wright’ and I am your nurse. They didn’t tell that you were such a handsome boy. I know that we are going to get on very well. The girls are absolutely bursting to see you, so let’s get this over with as soon as we can. Now put your hands on the arms of the chair and just relax. She moved forward as soon as Richard moved his hands. She had obviously worked out exactly where the sheet and blanket were tucked in. She quickly bent over him and undid the tuck and opened it out until his naked body was revealed. He blushed immediately as she reached between his legs and with no warning, lifted his scrotum with one hand and his penis with the other. She elevated the scrotum so that it was free from the pressure between his legs.

“There that’s better, you were all scrunched up there.” She let go of his bulging testicles and gripped his penis firmly as she pulled it up before letting it lay oh his scrotum. Just stay like that Richard while I get the bottle. She opened the bottom drawer of her trolley and took out a gleaming stainless-steel urine bottle. She turned back to him and pulled on his penis once more before deftly skinning his foreskin down the shaft. She slipped his penis into the lip of the bottle and let it rest supported by his legs. “Off you go, keep your hands where they are and do me a nice wee-wee.” She turned her back and reached in one of the drawers and took a small cloth. Then opening the side of the trolley, she revealed a trash bag which opened automatically as the door was pulled further out. She returned with the small wipe and looked at Richard.

“Just relax, Sweetie.” She placed her hand over his bladder and pressed gently. Helplessly, Richard began to urinate. She was delighted with his beautiful penis and testicles. In fact, she thought he was the most beautiful young boy she had ever seen.

“That’s the way, take your time, there is no hurry… relax now.”

Whether it was her words or the slight pressure on his bladder, his flow became stronger. He was blushing as she spoke to him again. “Don’t try and hurry, there is probably lots more yet.” He strained to eject more and was sure that he had finished.

“Good boy, now don’t move.” She whisked the bottle away and neatly caught his penis in the cloth. She laid it down with his penis on top as she put the bottle back in the drawer. Richard could see the lip sticking up and knew that the shelf must be slanted so the urine would not spill. She turned to him and squeezed the shaft of his penis up towards the tip, catching one single drop.

“There all done. Now stay as you are.” She dropped the wipe in the trash bag and closed the cupboard. You are very warm Richard. Let me dress you in something a bit more comfortable. She opened the top drawer and produced a loose looking white tee-shirt and a long white cloth, about eight inches wide, it looked like a broad bandage and made Richard puzzle as to what it was.

Lean forward when I tell you Richard. She carefully moved his plaster-cast off the footstool and held it. “Lean forward Richard use your arms to move your body.” She watched his progress as she lowered the cast to match his movement. His foot now rested comfortably on the floor as she slipped the tee-shirt over his head.

“Left arm up, Richard.” She made sure that his body did not move as she put his arm in the shirt and then repeated the exercise with the other arm. “OK Richard just push downwards with both hands when I tell you to, and press your left leg against the floor. She took hold of the sheet and blanket at either side of his hips. “OK one, two, three, Go.”

Amazingly the sheet and blanket were whisked from under him. She reached behind him and slipped the long cloth under his buttocks. To his embarrassment she placed both hands under his scrotum and as far under his bottom as she could. “Ready Richard? Same thing again… push with your arms and left leg. One, two, three, Go!”

Again, to his astonishment she pulled the cloth neatly under his bottom, leaving a good length behind him. “Now for my magic trick!” She reached around him and wound the cloth around his waist and tucked it in. To his embarrassment she lifted his testes and pulled the cloth upwards. She let his testes rest on the cloth while she pressed his penis upwards against his pubis. Richard groaned inwardly as he felt his penis throb with arousal.

In a flash she had pulled the cloth through the neat waistband she had made and tucked it under again, holding it fast. The cloth felt smooth and silky against his genitals, but as he looked down at himself, he could not help comparing the cloth to a diaper. He was also aware that either side of his shaven groin was left bare. She pulled the tee-shirt down until it covered the waistband of cloth.

“Now that must feel more comfortable than being wrapped in a blanket on a warm day like today.” Richard had to agree, but he was very conscious of his bared groin and his diaper style cloth covering. She smiled at him as she spoke.

“I understand, but you are still a patient and I know that lots of boys can get nasty little infections when they are immobile. Their little penises and testicles get all scrunched up. So, the rules say that you must be changed regularly to avoid it. Believe me, these problems are real. So, be good and put up with it will you?”

Richard blushed but managed to smile at her. “Sorry Nurse, I get embarrassed sometimes. I don’t mean to be rude; you have been very nice to me.”

Nurse Wright smiled at him. She thought that he really looked exceptionally pretty. She stood looking into his face, noticing his neat and symmetrical features. She knew that both she and Christine who would be taking over at the weekend, would really enjoy looking after such a good-looking boy with such a nice body.

She had noticed that his penis had filled out during her management of him. She also knew that he would be trembling in shame when she began manipulating him to produce his samples of semen that the doctor required. Lady Devereaux had told her that her daughter had said that he was an exceptionally handsome young boy. But she realised that the reality was even better than she dared to have hoped.

The nurse had only been left but a few moments when Natalie appeared before him. Lady Devereaux had followed her into the breakfast room. “Richard, I would like to introduce to Natalie. She is ten years old. So, that makes her just three years younger than you.”

Richard looked at the pretty girl and couldn’t help blushing. She was just as pretty as Jane, with the same ash-blonde hair as her sister and mother. Unlike Jane, she was wearing a lightweight but more modest outfit. She wore a little skirt that flared to mid-thigh. Her legs were long and tanned to the same light brown. Her breasts seemed less developed, but her loose blouse hid most of the shape. She looked at him with quiet confidence and did not hide the fact that she was examining him.

“Hello Richard, I’m Natalie. Jane has told me what a rotten time you have had. It must be awful breaking a bone in your leg. We are all going to make you really comfortable and look after you. I hope you don’t mind me looking at you, Richard. I like your face and body. I have noticed that you don’t have any pubic hair, are you still too young or has it been shaved off?”

Richard blushed to an extreme and looked helplessly at Lady Devereaux. To his surprise she did not comment but sat regally on the arm of one of the chairs as she listened to Natalie’s conversation with him.

“Well, which is it, Richard?”

“Oh, Miss, they shaved it off at the hospital so that they could put some arnica on the bruising.”

“I am pleased you are grown up Richard.” She moved across to him and kneeled in front of him. She looked directly at his bared skin either side of the cloth covering his genitals. Before he could stop her, she ran her fingers over the bare skin. “You are super smooth, Richard. I hope your bottom is as cute as the rest of you. You do blush a lot. I suppose that you haven’t had many friends that are girls. Well, I haven’t had many friends that are boys so really, we will learn together, about each other I mean. Now I can’t keep you too long because Heather wants to meet you. So, I will come back later.”

She stood up and bent over him and kissed his lips. As she kissed him her hand grasped his genitals through the cloth. She was delighted when she felt his suddenly stiffening penis beneath the smooth material. She slipped her extended fingers under the centre strip of his covering and grasped his naked penis it was full and turgid and well on its way to a full erection. She quickly squeezed the hardening flesh several times and then ran her finger and thumb over the glans before she let him go. She realised that his initial arousal must have been when she was stroking her hand over his groin. She looked down at the cloth and smiled as the bulge seemed to be moving beneath his covering. “See you later, Richard.”

Lady Devereaux did not leave the room but looked fondly at Richard. “You will have to excuse Natalie if she teases you. She is quite incorrigible even though she knows that either I or Heather will be spanking her bare bottom later. Richard gulped. “Really Ma’am, you spank her?” She smiled at the young boy.

“Oh yes, Richard. I do not appreciate naughty children, so they are spanked soundly if they misbehave and rewarded if they are good. I spanked Heather until she had grown up and now, she spanks the girls for me if they are naughty. We never spank in anger so, when it is done, we kiss them better and forgive them.”

She smiled again and looked over her left should as Heather entered the kitchen. Richard would have got to his feet if he had been able. The girl was beautiful, and Richard could not take his eyes off her. She was very tall and imposing, with the same facial features as her mother. Her hair was ash-blonde and cut straight just above her shoulders. She was dressed in tennis whites. Her short, pleated dress just covered her panties and contrasted with her long, tanned legs. She looked to be both athletic and graceful. Her voice was clear and held an authoritative timbre to it as she greeted Richard. He felt very subdued and almost belittled by her beauty. “Hello Richard, I’ve heard all about you, so I won’t ask you a lot of questions about yourself. Just tell me if you are happy to come and live here.”

“Yes Miss, I am very happy.” He found her radiance and authoritative manner quite intimidating. He had called her Miss, rather than Heather, and she seemed to have accepted that form of address from him. “Well, we will get know each other, but you can’t sit there all day. I’ll get your crutches they are new aluminium ones.” She left for several moments and came back with the nurse who was carrying the crutches. Heather carried on as if she had never left.

“We think these are the lightest one on the market and should make life easier for you.” Lady Devereaux watched as the nurse and Heather got the young boy standing within minutes. The crutches were an excellent length and Heather was enchanted by the innocent happiness on his face as they moved the footstool and watched him walk up to the breakfast bar.

Richard was thrilled to be walking after the short trial in the hospital. The hospital’s wooden crutches were archaic compared to ones he had now. Lady Devereaux smiled at Richard. The joy in the boy’s face pulled on her heartstrings. “Now you are mobile we can show you your room. She turned to the nurse. “Will you show us how to remove and replace his cast.”

“I can show you while he is standing.” Heather and Kathleen watched as the nurse demonstrated the removal of the bindings and the ease of holding the two halves, so they didn’t fall. She put them aside and rolled down the liner before slipping it from his foot.

“There is no reason why he can’t stay like this until he has his shower.” She looked at Richard and spoke firmly. “Don’t put any weight on your foot. Now promise me.” Richard almost laughed as he answered. “I promise nurse.”

Kathleen took charge and she and Heather stood either side of the boy and escorted him as they headed for his bedroom. “Along this corridor, it is the last door on the left.” Richard led the way and stood outside the closed door. “Well open it, Richard it is your room.” Richard kept his weight on the crutch as he easily reached forward and turned the knob.

The interior of his room was a delight to his eyes. Beside the bed with its stylish bedspread of muted grey and salmon squares were two Scandinavian side tables with modern lamps on each. The walls were covered in modern shelving. Each shelf contained books on every subject imaginable. There was Midi Hi-Fi, with a vinyl turntable and MP3 player and tuner. To his left was a desk already holding his schoolbooks. But to his delight was the desktop computer with ultra- widescreen monitor. He turned around as he heard the chatter of Jane and Natalie joining them in the room.

Jane looked at him as she entered. Her eyes widened as she saw his brief covering it reminded her of a loin cloth. She thought he looked absolutely delicious. She was pleased to see that the cast had been taken off. She looked at Natalie and caught her carefully looking at Richard’s covering to see if there was still some tumescence apparent from his genital area.

Jane smiled as she pinched her bottom and whispered to her. “Have you seen anything you like.”

Natalie whispered back to her. “It’s all so nice, isn’t he beautiful.” Jane nodded. “I think he is wonderful!”

It was Heather that moved the proceedings forward. “Right Richard, we’ll just get you undressed for your shower, and we can demonstrate the hand grips and rails that we have had put in. Just move with your back to the bed and then we’ll do the rest.”

Richard blushed to a pretty pink at her instruction, but he obeyed immediately. “Good boy.” She showed him how to perch upon the side of the bed without putting pressure on his leg and, taking the crutches laid them next to him. “Arms up, that’s the way.” She quickly took the hem of his tee-shirt and smoothed it up his torso and then pulled it over his arms.

She kneeled in front of him and with two little movements of her fingers she had undone the waist band and pulled the cloth covering his genitals downwards, laying his penis and testes bared for all to see. He was blushing to a deeper hue as she got up and took hold of his crutches, placing them under his arms. “OK Richard, I am going to get hold of you and lift you up until the crutches can support you. She bent over and wrapped her arms around his body. Richard felt her cheek against his as she lifted his body easily. He was embarrassed to feel his naked body pressed so closely to her. He could feel her breasts pressing against him and the soft skin of her long legs against his thighs.

Standing naked between his crutches with his cheeks burning a bright red made him feel vulnerable and acutely embarrassed. To the girls, including Lady Devereaux, the boy looked delightful. His penis was laid thick and heavy over his plump scrotum and the girls could see the tip of the glans peeping from the foreskin.

Heather seemed to be in charge of the boy’s management as she spoke again. “Come along Richard, through this door and let’s see how well you get on with all the new fittings. There might be a faint smell of paint. The conversion was only finished yesterday afternoon.” Natalie and Jane waited until heather ushered the boy through the doorway which had been widened to accommodate his access with crutches. Their eyes were glued to his perfect buttocks. Jane could hear Natalie sighing with approval at the sight.

As Richard entered the bathroom, he realised that it was superbly appointed with rails and hand grips everywhere. The room was white tiled throughout. A walk-in bath stood in the middle of the tiled floor, the door to enter it was on one side. Above the bath were several rails and a trapeze style hoist, that would allow a patient to sit or stand with ease and with no other help required.

Within a large alcove there was a shower cubicle with a glass door and handrails with enough room to walk in and out of the water on both sides of the showerhead. Next to the alcove was a toilet, again with handrails and a bidet next to it.

Heather placed her hand on the top of his bare buttocks and spoke into his ear. “How would you like to soak in a nice hot bath for half an hour. It will really make you feel super after your weeks in hospital. There is a seat in the bath which will just stop you having any strain on your thigh. Well Richard?”

“Yes please, Miss. If you think it best.” Heather was pleased with his answer, she was also curious to see how the expensive bath coped with the boy. Right Richard, I am going to let you do it all by yourself to see how you cope. I’ll open the door, as I don’t want you trying to reach it just yet. The catch was a simple lever, although the internal mechanics were very complex hydraulics.

Richard hobbled into the bath and grabbed the bar of the pully above him.

“Alright Richard, press the left button to lower, it goes very slowly so you can just let you heels slide as it lowers you on to the seat.” He managed perfectly, until he was seated in the bath. Heather closed the door and took his crutches she then dialled a temperature into the controller. She was aware that with the premeditated touches of her hand upon his body and her intentional closeness to him that his penis had become engorged. It was still laying over his scrotum but was now thick and plump.

The single tap began to dispense water of the correct temperature immediately. Heather let it fill until it was almost under his arms. Jane and Natalie had watched from the doorway, continuously watching the boy’s naked body as he moved. Heather was far more patient than her young sisters and had planned his bath perfectly.

“Right Richard a few bubbles should do the trick.” She opened one of the many wall cabinets and took a bottle of bubble bath which she poured into the water. She swished her hand around under the surface, her fingers deliberately whisking over his stiffening penis several times as she stirred the bubbles.

“There we are sweetheart. Now enjoy a good soak. If you feel the bath draining and then filling, I have put it on auto, so it maintains the same temperature.”

She took her hand from the water and placed a few bubbles on his nose. “See you later.”

The girls left him as Lady Devereaux walked in. She sat upon the edge of the bath and looked at him lovingly. She thought it so nice having a boy. She knew that if her dare-devil husband, Lord Simon Devereaux had not been killed in his light aircraft, they would have kept having babies until one turned out to be a boy. That’s why she had had her youngest daughters in quick succession. She smiled at the thought. “Enjoy your bath, Richard. Heather and the girls will look after you while I arrange dinner. I assure you it will be much nicer than the hospital food.”

She could not help herself from kissing his forehead before she left. Richard laid back in the bath. He had never felt more comfortable and cossetted. He contemplated his good fortune although he was not really sure of their plans or how long he would be allowed to stay. He had not really understood all that had been said to him and was afraid to ask the question of exactly how long he would be there.

Richard thought about all the preparation that had been provided for him. He had no idea, as a thirteen-year-old boy, how much things like this cost but just the thought alone of providing all this made him feel humbled. He was surprised as the bath started emptying to slightly less than half full and then refilled itself. He must have been there for about thirty minutes before he heard the girls.

They rushed into the bathroom and stood together at the far side of the bath as Heather walked in behind them and took hold of the trapeze bar of the hoist, she lowered it and instructed Richard. “Right, Richard, we have to do this correctly so, don’t put any pressure on your leg at all. Just let the hoist pull you up until you are balanced on one leg. Take hold of the rail, so that you don’t swing about, and you will be in the correct position.”

They all watched as the boy carried out the manoeuvre. It was perfectly executed as Richard concentrated on the task. For a moment he had forgotten about his naked body being displayed again. “That’s fine Richard, I can see the rail is exactly the right height for you. Ok I will get you washed and then it will be time for dinner. Mummy said that she didn’t think that you had had any lunch. So, the sooner you are done the sooner you get to eat.”

Richard was concentrating on Heather as she picked up a bar of soap and dipped her hands in the water. He suddenly looked to his left as he saw both jane and Natalie with a bar of soap in their hands which they were also dipping into the water.

He was not confused for long as three pairs of hands began to soap his body. Heather was doing his legs, while Natalie was soaping his back. Jane smiled up at him as she began to soap his chest. Her touch was soft as she deliberately smoothed her hand over his nipples. Natalie had reached down as far as his buttocks as Heather had finished both legs.

Richard felt his face burning red as he heard Heather instruct Natalie. “You may do both buttocks but leave the cleft to me please Natalie.”

Jane took her time soaping and playing her fingers over his nipples, every time he looked at her, she was already looking into his face as if gauging his reaction. She moved her hand down to his abdomen and then further down to his pubis. Richard was steeling himself for what would come next.

He knew that his penis had grown but had tried to control it as much as he could. His cheeks, he knew, were already bright red and burning. Jane spoke to Heather and innocently asked her. “May I wash his little peenie, Heather.” Richard could feel his body shiver with embarrassment at her words. “Yes, you may Jane. But I want you to examine it first. Skin it back very gently; you can stretch it but not too tightly. Then you may soap him. Leave his testicles to me, they are still bruised and need very careful handling.”

Jane looked up to Richard’s face as she continued gently soaping his pubis. She could see that he was totally embarrassed and that his cheeks were suffused in crimson. He shivered as Heather spoke to Jane again.

“Take your time, Jane. I want you to become familiar with the anatomy of Richard’s penis. You will see that he is circumcised but very, very neatly. So, examine the foreskin. It is properly called the prepuce. I know that you like to be correct.

Jane put her bar of soap down onto the side of the bath and looked up at Richard’s blushing face, at the same moment that she encircled the shaft of his penis with her delicate fingers. “I know you are probably a bit embarrassed, Richard. But I want to be competent to handle you, so that I don’t hurt you and I do my best for you. Little girls are far more mature than little boys, so this doesn’t embarrass me at all.”

Richard’s cheeks were on fire as he dared to look at her. She looked straight into his eyes. “I promise to always take care of you, sweetie.”

Richard knew that his penis would begin its final journey to a full erection as soon as she touched him, he could already feel it pulse as she held it in her fingers.

He heard Heather speak to Natalie. You have washed is buttocks well enough now, Natalie. Come around to this side of the bath sweetie, so that you don’t get in Jane’s way while she is seeing to his penis.

Natalie pouted at her older sister but obeyed. She stood next to Heather and watched as Jane examined the skin surrounding the glans of his penis. Without warning, she delicately skinned him back until the prepuce was tightly stretched. She had effectively bared the super-sensitive skin beneath. The shaft throbbed as Jane innocently stroked her fingers over the glans while keeping the prepuce tightly stretched back by her other hand. She looked up at his face, seeing that his bottom lip was trembling and that he was still just as red in the cheeks.

She abruptly let go of his penis which was fully erect and bobbed up and down as it stood out from his pubis. Delighted with the boy’s embarrassment and obvious arousal, she casually lathered her hands with soap before she put the bar back down and rubbed her soapy hands together. She looked up at him again seeing that he was holding the rail tightly and that his body was shivering. His eyes were closed, and she thought it might be trying to distance himself from her attentions. She spoke to him as forthrightly as only a twelve-year-old girl can. “Now Richard, look at me, I am going to thoroughly wash your penis so that you are all squeaky clean.”

Heather smiled to herself as she inserted her soapy hand through his legs and gently soaped his scrotum. She peered around to look at the state of his penis before she drew her hand back and nonchalantly slipped her hand between the cleft of his buttocks. She gave no warning as she slipped two of her fingers up through his sphincter.

Nonchalantly she probed deeply until she located his prostate. Richard’s gasp of astonishment thrilled the girls and Heather wasted no time in stimulating the pliant gland.

Heather spoke gently and persuasively to the young boy. Relax Sweetheart, while we see to you. You are all pent up. Just relax for me, like a good little boy should.

Jane realised that Heather was performing the same procedure that she had witnessed in the hospital. Instinctively she drew his foreskin back until it was tight. She barely glanced at the exposed glans as she encircled her fingers around it and began a rapid up and down motion. Heather spoke to Natalie with a casual suggestion. “Why don’t you comfort Richard by stroking him.” Her eyes indicated his chest and Natalie got the message very quickly. “It can be nice and soothing for young boys to have their bodies stroked, especially when they are bare babies.”

His reluctant and tormented ejaculation was no surprise to any of the girls. Natalie began to pinch his nipples with both hands. It was Jane’s voice that finally shamed him. “Oh Richard, are you having a little accident? Oh my, is it because I am washing your little penis for you. Never mind Richard, just try and calm down while I finish washing you. It won’t take long before I am finished. Shall I speed up so that I finish earlier. Will that help you to stop shivering, Sweetheart?”

Heather smiled as she heard her young sister almost taunting the beautiful young boy as he ejaculated helplessly. His young body was heaving with each ragged emission. Heather was peering around his torso as she decided to envelop his testes and gently squeeze them. She timed her probing and prodding inside his bottom to coincide with his ejaculation. She could hear his desperate inhalation as she callously aroused his youthful emotions.

Richard was beside himself. His arousal shamed him and yet he was helpless to control any part of his body. What on earth would the girls think of his blatantly erect penis emitting spurt after spurt of this gooey semen. He shivered and shuddered, the sensations that he felt were almost unbearable. It seemed that he would never be able to stop. He felt compelled to look down at Jane. He shivered in embarrassment as he saw that she was watching his face.

His shame knew no bounds as his penis suddenly became incredibly sensitive. Her hands were torturously still moving over his delicate skin. He shuddered and gasped. “Please stop, oh please.”

Thankfully he felt her hands loosen and she began to sooth his body as she let go of his rigid penis. Natalie followed her lead as she too stroked his torso and then his quivering thighs. It was Heather’s almost comical observation that made the younger girls smile to themselves. “Oh dear, I think Richard really has had a little accident.”

Jane saw his shame and felt rather guilty. She spoke to Heather, although her words were really meant for Richard. “Heather, I am sure that Richard did not mean to do that.”

Heather saw the young boy hang his head in shame. She did not hesitate.

“Richard, you must not feel any remorse, you are a very young boy, and you have no control over your emotions. Please don’t feel ashamed, we care for you and understand these things.” She hugged and kissed him on the lips. “Now cheer up, Sweetheart.”

They let the water out of the bath and dried him while he held on to the rails. It was Natalie that was sent to fetch another loin cloth and Hazel that expertly wrapped it in the same style around his waist and up through his legs. They did not give him anything else to wear as the house was beautifully warm. They went through to the breakfast room where they were to sit around a large and very solid kitchen table. Richard was made to stand between his crutches as the nurse came through and dressed his leg in a new liner and replaced his two casts and bound them.

Richard thought the dinner was wonderful and took Jane’s whispered advice to not eat too much of the first course so that he had an appetite for the main. Although to everyone’s amusement, they all ate every spoonful of the delicious pudding. Kathleen saw that Richard’s table manners were impeccable. She knew that boarding schools were very strict in that respect but was still delighted with him.

As they sat around the table, Jane placed her hand on his bare thigh and stroked him gently above the plaster. She whispered to him as Natalie suddenly became the centre of attention for both Lady Devereaux and Heather. “Don’t say a word, Richard.” She squeezed his thigh urgently.

Kathleen, spoke to Natalie, her voice gentle but firm. Go and get ready. Place your chair in the centre before you go. Natalie looked suddenly worried.

“Erm… what about Richard, he’s erm… well… a boy!”

“Now Natalie,” Kathleen said, “you know the rules, and nothing has changed. Are you asking me for extra?” Natalie suddenly stood up. “No, Mummy, I’m going.”

She took her chair and placed it in the centre of the room. She fled through the door as soon as she had it in place.

Jane placed her hand on his thigh once again and squeezed. She had his attention straight away. She placed her lips to his ear and whispered to him as Kathleen got up and walked towards a large Welsh dresser and opened the bottom drawer. “Listen Richard, keep quiet and don’t utter a word, I am serious.”

Conversation ceased as Lady Devereaux seated herself on the chair that Natalie had left in the centre of the room. In her hand was a large and well-worn slipper. Heather stood up and moved to lean her bottom against the rail of the Aga cooker and watched as her mother waited.

Richard’s eyes widened as Natalie re-entered the room. She was completely naked and was holding one arm across her breasts and the other clamped between her legs. She was blushing as she slowly made her way to where her mother was seated. Kathleen spoke firmly, “Natalie…” The warning tone of that single word made the girl immediately drop her hands to her sides. Richard could see that her breasts were small but full in circumference and that her pubis was bereft of hair and displaying completely smooth skin.

Richard was aware of another urgent squeeze upon his thigh from Jane, as Natalie sighed in defeat and then, facing her mother, placed her hands upon her head and stood waiting with her legs astride.

“Embarrassment works both ways Natalie. Unnecessary embarrassment is cruel and unkind. Come along over you go.” Richard placed his hand under the table and shyly offered his fingers towards Janes. She immediately took his hand and held it firmly.

She looked straight ahead seeing Natalie put her arms forward and bent over until her weight caused her to tip over her mother’s knees. She reached down until her fingers touched the tiled floor. Her bare bottom was raised and looked to be almost offering itself up for punishment.

There was no scolding or words spoken as Lady Devereaux raised the slipper and

brought it down hard upon the cheeks of Natalie’s bared bottom. The staccato slap of the slipper against bared skin quickly continued. Richard realised that the only gap between each spank was the time it took to raise the slipper. The young girl gasped with a sharp intake of breath each time the slipper slapped against her buttocks.

He was not surprised when suddenly Natalie burst into tears. She did not cry loudly but her sobs were audible between the sharp crack of the leather against her skin.

The spanking lasted well past the girl’s first tears. Richard felt Jane’s fingers gripping his tighter and tighter as the spanking continued. Eventually it stopped as suddenly as it had started. Heather instantly moved across to her mother and her crying sister. She stood in front of them both and bent forward gracefully. Richard thought he saw Heather slip her hand between her sister’s buttocks but could not be sure. Soon there were soothing whispers and moans of contentment as Natalie was comforted by her mother and older sister. He suddenly jumped in surprise as Jane suddenly slipped hand into the side of his cloth and grasped his penis. He shivered as she retracted the foreskin and began to stroke him gently. She whispered in his ear. “Keep still and don’t wriggle, my sweet little Richard.”

Richard found it almost impossible to sit still until Jane suddenly took her hand away and patted him on the thigh. Heather lifted Natalie and cradled her in her arms as if she weighed nothing at all. She took her out of the kitchen and Richard thought she might be taking her to dry her tears and perhaps wash her face.

Away from the kitchen Heather smiled as Natalie reached her arms around her neck and murmured to her. Heather carried her up the marble stairway and entering her room, laid her on her bed. Heather leaned over and kissed her full upon the lips as she began to caress her body.

She stroked her from head to toe before her hand slipped between the young girl’s legs. Within moments, Natalie was writhing on the bed in a surfeit of arousal as her clitoris was seized between finger and thumb. Her left nipple was also being tightly squeezed as Heather set to work, expertly bringing Natalie to an agonisingly and acute orgasm.

Heather never stopped at just eliciting one orgasm. She was always continued her manipulation unabated, thrilling inside when her sister would beg to be released from such an abundance of over-stimulation.

Her hand smoothed over the pronounced firm and fleshy mound, until her thumb could slip inside, and her fingers could seek the sweet little starfish of her bottom. Natalie’s hips raised in reluctant abandonment as Heather delved deeper and deeper. The intense quiver of arousal pervaded her entire body. The scream of her orgasm was stifled as Heather kissed her deeply entering her mouth with the strong thrust of her tongue. There would be no let up until Natalie’s body capitulated under sobs of exquisite and agonising pleasure.

It was near eleven pm that the nurse and Lady Devereaux walked either side of Richard into his bedroom. Jane and Natalie followed behind. The Nurse had brought her trolley and laid an extra sheet on top of his own bottom sheet. She checked that the covers were neatly folded at the foot of the bed, before expertly helping the boy manoeuvre his body until he was laid flat upon the bed.

Richard watched in embarrassment as Jane and Natalie donned the nitrile gloves that Nurse Wright had provided for them.

He could not credit the thought that Natalie was astoundingly back to her normal, confident self. He had been so surprised as, only an hour after her thorough slippering, she had entered the room and smiled warmly at her mother and then at Richard and Jane.

Suddenly he blushed as the nurse flipped the tuck of the loin cloth open and spread it wide until he was laid bare. She pulled the cloth from beneath him and bent low to examine his bruising. She seemed satisfied and moved to the trolley, uncovering the small glass bowl that held the freshly mixed Arnica gel.

Richard knew his cheeks were turning red once again. He tried not to look at himself as he had already realised that his penis was substantially thicker than normal. He was aware that the nurse had left his legs splayed wide apart and felt ashamed that his bottom hole would be on view.

Nurse Wright stirred the mixture with a glass rod before placing the bowl between his legs. “Right my little volunteers, the best result with arnica is derived from a deep application, really getting the gel right into the flesh. If you apply it slowly and deeply enough it should nearly be dry by the time you are finished. Be very careful with his testicles, they will be extremely sensitive after such a severe trauma. Don’t get any on your hands, it can be dangerous.”

She paused for a moment and looked at them both.

“Now I am just going to take his temperature. The most accurate way of taking a little boy’s temperature is to insert it into his bottom. I will put it in and then I would like you to leave it in for ten minutes and then take it out and make a note of the reading.”

The nurse took the tube of Optilube and unscrewed the cap. The girls watched as she screwed on a long nozzle.

“Just relax Richard this won’t take a moment.” She slipped the tube between his legs and quickly sought his sphincter. She ejected some of the gel until the nozzle was covered. Deftly, she slipped the slender nozzle up into his bottom and squeezed twice. The second squeeze was still ejecting gel as she withdrew the nozzle. He could feel Natalie delicately stroking his right thigh while Jane stroked his left one.

She turned to the trolley and opened the leather covered box and extracted the thermometer. She was aware of the girls’ wide-eyed look as they saw the size of the device. She coated it with gel squeezed from the nozzle and introduced the large bowl of mercury to his sphincter.

Jane stroked his widely spread left thigh. She reached up and stroked Richard’s chest as she realised that it might give him some comfort while the gauge stretched his sphincter to such a large circumference. Nurse Wright looked at the young boy’s face. It was bright red, and his bottom lip trembled. She spoke gently.

“Relax Sweetie, I’m just going to pop my thermometer into your bottom.” Before he could protest at the intrusion, she had swiftly worked it up through his sphincter. “Hoo… ooh.”

His gasps of protest were anticipated. “Good boy, you will soon get used to it. Relax again… there we are, just a little bit further… that’s the way… all in now baby… you can relax.”

Richard had squirmed and groaned as the bulbous end was pushed right up inside him until only the tip was showing. It was in far more deeply than they had inserted it at the hospital. He could feel a sharp stab of arousal as that special spot somewhere inside his bottom was suddenly stimulated by the huge spherical intrusion. Unexpectedly, he felt his penis begin to throb uncontrollably, he shivered in embarrassment as he looked down at his body. He blushed as he saw his penis lifting and bobbing against his pubis.

Everyone had noticed the throbbing of his penis as the thermometer was inserted deep into his bottom. The nurse knew that any movement of the thermometer would press against his prostate. She was pleased that the girls were enjoying ministering to the boy.

She smiled as she spoke to them. “You can twizzle it around and push it in and out a few times to make sure we get a good contact all the way around the bulb. Right, off you go, please take your time.”

Lady Devereaux smiled at the Nurse as they walked towards the door. “They won’t mind how long it takes them; they are off school for eight weeks.

Jane and Natalie perched themselves on opposite sides of the bed and reached for bowl between his legs. Jane looked down at Richard and put her slippery hand upon his pubis. We are going to make you feel better sweet boy. She bent her head low and kissed him as she clasped his penis in her delicate fingers.

“Now stay still while we attend to you.”

Suddenly Natalie spoke to Richard. “I will adjust your thermometer in a few moments. I know how to do it because Mummy or Heather does it to me when I’m poorly.”

Richard lay, unable to hide his embarrassment as they started to smooth delicate fingers over his bare, smooth flesh. Their touch was naïve but somehow very intuitive. They both noted how each intimate contact with his sensitive skin would affect him. Jane found that delicately holding his foreskin by just her finger and thumb and retracting it slowly would have him trembling in uncertainty as to where she would touch him next now that his glans was uncovered and vulnerable.

They watched his young body writhe and gasp as they stimulated him. Suddenly he shuddered as Natalie almost withdrew the thermometer and then reinserted it firmly and fully to the tip.

Natalie observed his writhing at the reinsertion and resisted doing it a second time. She spoke to Jane, although it was the boy’s response she was looking for. “Jane… is Richard being naughty when he is writhing about like this. Is he trying to escape his treatment. Perhaps you could take his bare little bottom over your knees and smack his naughty tushy until he cries real tears.”

Jane answered her while she surreptitiously observed the boy’s reaction.

“No, I don’t think Richard is being naughty. If I thought for a moment that he was, I would hold him over my knees and spank and spank until he was begging me to stop. You know how good I am at spanking bare bottoms, don’t you Natalie. Anyway, Richard is far too poorly to go over my knees just yet! When he is better, I may take his trousers down and give him a severe spanking with the slipper. She suddenly looked at his blushing face. “You wouldn’t want that would you Richard?” Jane was delighted with his answer. “Oh, no Miss, I think I would die of shame.”

Jane suddenly realised that his penis was throbbing violently. Another button to press, she thought.