Richard's Cross-Country Run

Richard's Cross-Country Run 2

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Part 2

The cottage hospital was comfortably cool compared with the outside temperature of the summer day even though it was still a few minutes before eight o’clock in the morning. Richard had been driven by Heather to the hospital for another X-ray. After which, he was to be fitted with a fibreglass leg brace. The lightweight brace had been made for him at the behest of Lady Devereaux, who had ordered it after enquiring if there was a better alternative to the heavy plaster cast. He was unaware that another treatment was awaiting his presence in one of the examination rooms.

Nurse Kirkby had smiled warmly as Heather brought the boy through to Examination Room 4. Heather had driven him in her mother’s Bentley, which she noticed had impressed the young boy immensely. Richard was dressed in a white towelling dressing gown. The softness of the cloth felt luxurious against his skin. He was naked beneath the robe apart from a smooth, silk cloth which had been wrapped twice around his waist and then up between his legs and tucked in. The new home-nurse for the week had made him stand in front of her with his hands upon her shoulders for support as she deftly dressed him in the loin cloth. She had just as swiftly guided his arms into the robe making sure that he did not place any weight upon his fractured femur. She had handed Richard his crutches and watched him carefully as he followed Heather outside to the gleaming Bentley.

As soon as Richard had entered the examination room at the hospital, he had recognised the pretty young nurse, as the one that had previously shaved him. He also remembered that she had insisted that he addressed her as Nurse Kirkby. She was seemingly ignoring him as she very deferentially addressed Heather. She kept her voice low. “I have been instructed to get him ready for the doctor. He is to have three seminal extractions, done as a continual process, so he will have to be secured once I get him into position on the table. Little boys can get very upset with the procedure as they are always ultra-sensitive for a short while after we begin the second extraction. Hopefully he will survive the third one without too much trauma, but it can be very traumatic for some young boys, and they can get very upset. Have you any questions Miss Devereaux before I get him ready?”

It took Heather a few moments before she realised exactly what she was being told. Suddenly it dawned upon her, that she would be witness to the boy’s reluctant ejaculations. She felt a sudden thrill but also a little pity as she realised its implication for the young boy. “Oh, no nurse you had better carry on. Matron has asked me to drop into her office, so perhaps I could do that while you get the boy prepared. How long will it take, I mean before the erm… procedure. Nurse Kirby smiled at her and raised her voice so the boy would hear her too.

“Well, he will need shaving as Doctor Morrison insists upon a fresh shave prior to an extraction. I will probably need about half an hour before I call the doctor… will that be enough time for you to see our matron?”

“Yes, that will be fine.” Erm… do you wish me to be present for his erm... treatment.” Nurse Kirkby gave Heather a knowing look and took her arm to move her further away from the boy and lowered her voice again. “Yes, I think it would be best as the doctor may want you to comfort him. There will be no refractory periods if you know what I mean.” Again, there was a knowing look from the pretty candy striper.

Richard was oblivious to the rapid conversation and to the rather ominous implications of his treatment. He looked around at the technical looking examination couch and the accompanying trolley laden with glass and stainless-steel paraphernalia. His blushing face was prompted only from the knowledge that he was to be shaved again. As soon as Heather had left the room, the nurse turned the boy around so that his back was towards the lowered examination couch.

“Just rest your heel on the floor and take any strain onto your good leg… there that’s the way.” She took his crutches and leaned them against the corner of the room. She returned to face him and slipped the gown from his shoulders, letting it fall into his lap. “Right, I am going to lift your legs and turn you lengthways on to the examination couch. Ready… one, two, three… there we go. Now lay back and I will slip the gown from underneath you.” Richard realised that the nurse was well practiced and very efficient as she divested him of the gown and placed the plaster-cast into the straightened support of the stirrup. She looked down at him and smiled at the loincloth he was wearing. Deftly, she undid the silk cloth and slipped it from his groin. She was aware of his deep blush as she laid him bare. “There we are. You are a bare little boy again. Now tell me Richard, when did you last go to the toilet, to sit down I mean?”

Richard blushed as he saw the nurse looking at his bared body. “It was about an hour ago, Nurse Kirkby. Just before we set off to come here.”

Christine smiled. She was delighted that the boy had remembered her name and that he had addressed her correctly. “That’s perfect Richard. Now tell me, when would you normally want to go again?”

“Oh… not until tomorrow morning, Nurse Kirkby.”

“That’s perfect Richard. I have prepared a syringe so I will just give you a quick woosh of water and then I will suck it out back into the syringe. If it is absolutely clear, you won’t need an enema. Richard watched in trepidation as the nurse slipped on a latex glove and applied a dollop of lubricant to all of her fingers and a second coating to the palm and back of her glove. She used her un-gloved hand to lift his left leg behind the knee, so that his foot was flat on the bed with his knee raised.

“Just relax your bottom Richard, so that I can lubricate you.” Richard blushed again as he felt her gloved fingers slip between the cheeks of his bottom. He gasped as her fingers wriggled against his sphincter and then without warning slipped inside him. His gasps turned into a groan as her entire hand seemed to penetrate his sphincter, her fingers rapidly moving inside his bottom.

“Ooooh… ah.” The sensation was intense as her hand seemed to fill him up and then just as suddenly it was withdrawn. “There we are, now keep still.”

She turned towards the side trolley and picked up a long syringe. The body of the syringe was transparent, and Richard could see tiny bubbles within the green liquid. The bulbous end looked ominous as she lowered it between his legs. Again, there was no warning as she slipped it firmly through his sphincter. He could not help gasping as the bulbous end penetrated him, and again he let out an involuntary yelp as she firmly pressed the plunger, flooding his insides with liquid.

“Don’t move Richard,” she warned as she emptied the syringe fully. She did not retract the syringe but held it immobile and then just as suddenly as she had pressed the plunger she withdrew it, moving the bulbous head to and fro inside him until the syringe was completely full again.

“There we are baby boy.”

She examined the contents as she emptied the Syringe into a stainless-steel bowl. She seemed satisfied that there was no discolouration as she placed the syringe into the bowl and carried both items into the adjoining sluice room.

Christine Kirkby had noticed that as she had moved the bulbous end of the syringe back and forth in his bottom that his penis had responded by rising upwards as it began to fill with blood. Now as she returned to her patient, she could see that his penis was much more engorged. She allowed herself a moment to examine the naked young boy laid before her.

The perfection of his body intrigued her. There was not one feature of him that she could find fault with, and his timid nature was a delight.

She had worked with Doctor Morrison before, and she knew that the boy would be thoroughly distressed by the time the doctor had finished with him. She was aware that the only sure way of evacuating a male of his entire capacity of semen was with absolute and unremitting arousal. She had assisted the doctor with males whose sperm count was particularly low when taking samples for the hospital’s IVF treatments. Even knowing what must be done, she had been surprised at the Doctors relentless urging and unsympathetic methods of extracting the maximum amount of semen in a single visit. She well remembered the nervousness and timid anxiety of those males that had had to return for a second appointment.

“Right Richard, I am going to get you positioned and then I won’t need to move you again. I am going to fasten your right leg firmly in the stirrup so that you don’t move it involuntarily.” Richard watched her warily as she used several Velcro straps around his plaster-cast and the chute of the right stirrup until it was held firmly.

She raised the bed to waist height and raised the left stirrup until it was pointing upwards. She gently raised his good leg, placing his thigh into the support until it was high off the bed. She reached under the couch and took a round bolster and pushed it beneath his buttocks and then under the small of his back, raising him until his bottom became totally accessible. She readjusted the left stirrup several times before she was able raise the right stirrup to the height she required, without putting any strain on his right leg.

Once she was satisfied that her initial positioning was satisfactory, she widened the left stirrup until his legs were spread wide apart. She could see the consternation on the boy’s face as she parted the stirrups to her satisfaction. She smiled at him as she placed several Velcro straps over his left thigh. She had learned that it was better to leave his calf free of restraint as she knew that he would probably try and straighten his leg, certainly during the third extraction.

Richard felt his face burning with blushes as his legs were being spread so widely apart. He coloured up again as she stood between his legs and examined him, her gaze coming to rest upon his penis and testicles. She leaned forward and gently brushed her fingertip over his pubis and down under his scrotum to feel between his buttocks.

“This shouldn’t take long Richard as you already feel reasonably smooth. She pulled the trolley around to the end of the bed and took the lid off a stainless-steel cauldron. She dipped a pair of steel tongs inside and quickly pulled out a towelette. “This may feel a little hot, but I assure you that I am not going to scald you. It will soften your skin.”’ Richard looked up at her gasping each time she took a towelette from the cauldron and placed it over his groin and between the cheeks of his bottom. Although they seemed extremely hot as she placed them on his skin, he soon found that they were cooling very quickly.

“Right, I will just fasten the rest of you and then I can get started.” Richard looked askance as she took his arms and placed them on the bed above his head. He felt her place a smooth cloth over his forearms and then felt a strap being tightened over the cloth. He suddenly realised how vulnerable he was, as now the only part of his body that he was able to move was his head.

Richard looked up at her as she finished tightening a second strap over his elbows. Her beautiful face was almost touching his as she looked into his eyes. “There we are my pretty boy. As you have been so good, I think you deserve a kiss. Do you think you deserve a kiss? Tell me sweetheart, would you like me to give you a kiss.” Richard felt the palm of her hand being gently placed over his right nipple. Gently she stroked her hand across to his left nipple and then back again. Her other hand gently touched his cheek and then moved down over his neck until both hands were gently teasing each of his nipples. He could feel his face burning as she looked at him enquiringly. “Well Sweetie, shall I kiss you?”
Richard blushed even more. His lips were trembling as he managed to stammer an answer to her question. “Oh, yes please nurse erm… I mean nurse Kirkby.”

The feeling of her hands upon his chest and the closeness of her face made him shiver with an intense sensation. He felt her fingernails score across his nipples as she lowered her head and kissed him on the forehead. He felt her fingers squeeze his nipples as she kissed each cheek and then to his astonishment her lips gently closed over his and she kissed him so sensuously that he gasped as a shiver ran through his entire body.

He could not have explained the complexity of his feelings as she raised her head and smiled at him. She pinched his nipples firmly before moving down to the end of the bed. Richard was absolutely enthralled as he watched her move a stool to sit between his widely spread legs. She carefully removed the towelettes, laying him bare to her gaze.

She took a jug from the trolley and poured water into a shallow bowl. He could not take his eyes off her as she began to soap her hands and then smooth them over his pubis. He felt a sudden flush of embarrassment as he felt his penis begin to throb and realised that he was becoming erect. He blushed mightily as she smiled at him and wrapped her hand around the thickening shaft. She looked at him enquiringly, making him blush again, seeing that he was unable to hide any part of his emotions.

The next minutes had his face reddening to a deeper and deeper hue as her hands soaped his penis and then his bulging scrotum. With a knowing look she nonchalantly thrust both hands beneath his raised buttocks and up between the already parted cheeks of his bottom. Every touch was like a jolt of electricity as she deftly and almost indifferently soaped his most intimate places. He realised almost immediately how competently he had been fastened to the examination couch. It was impossible to react physically to any of the sensations that she was arousing in his body. He realised that he was helpless and totally vulnerable to every touch of her hands upon his naked body. To his horror he realised that his penis was standing completely upright from his body. He could feel it throbbing and worse still, he could see the pulsing manifested in the overt movements of the shaft.

As Christine reached for the razor, she could not help herself once again admiring the contours of his body and the beauty of his skin. She took delight in his every blush just as much as she savoured each touch of her hands upon his young body. She shaved him carefully, going over millimetre of skin twice. She knew that he hardly warranted being shaved as she had been unable to feel any stubble. In fact, a boy of his age would not have had any growth in the short time since she last shaved him. She made sure with subtle handling that she kept him fully erect. She did not want him anywhere near to ejaculation, but keeping his body in full arousal was an ideal entre to his coming ordeal.

She carefully washed and dried him before beginning her preparation for the doctor. She allowed him a break from her deliberate stimulation as she wanted to feel inside his bottom. She deliberately lubricated her right hand without a glove and then spoke to the boy.

“Take a deep breath Richard while I just examine your bottom.” She watched his face blush as she slipped her fingers between his pliant cheeks. “Just relax your little bottom for me like a good little boy and keep breathing nice and deeply.” She let her fingers wriggle against the opening of his sphincter, gradually inserting her fingers through the tight stricture. Little by little she widened the aperture until she was ready to enter him fully.

“Deep breaths now, Sweetie.” Her words were accompanied by the firm thrust of her hand as she slipped inside him. She watched his penis suddenly throb as her fingers roamed gently over his prostate. She heard him gasp with emotion as she stretched his sphincter to accommodate her fingers and again, a much louder gasp, as she caressed his prostate gland.

“Good boy, just relax for me. Deep breaths now!”

Christine was in her element. She let the boy settle for a brief moment before she prodded the pad of her finger against the soft bulge of his prostate. His penis throbbed as he gasped aloud at the intense sensation. Completely satisfied, she gently withdrew her hand. She realised that the boy was ultra-sensitive and knew that Doctor Morrison would need all her skill to ensure that the boy did not ejaculate prematurely.

She noticed that Richard was breathing deeply. She guessed it was her intrusion rather than her instructions as she looked on the trolley for the speculum she had chosen. She lubricated it quickly and slipped the closed jaws up into his bottom.

“Right, one last time for the moment Richard, deep breaths please.” She heard him groan as she began to squeeze the hand grips of the speculum. Each squeeze would widen it one notch and she intended that his sphincter would be nicely stretched for the doctor. She watched his reaction as she widened the appliance incrementally. She had increased the aperture of the jaws several times before she saw the young boy grimace. She gave the device one more squeeze and observed his face. He gasped but seemed to be in only mild discomfort. “Right Richard, be a brave boy as I just stretch you a little bit more, it will help you later, so be a brave little boy. Are you ready?”

Richard looked at her pretty face and nodded his head. He already felt as if he was stretched to his limit. Naively he put his trust in the pretty nurse. Christine quickly squeezed the handles of the speculum twice. She could not help feeling a thrill as the boy threw his head back, his mouth opened wide in distress as the intense pressure stretched his sphincter wider than he thought possible.

She let go of the handles and moved around the examination couch. Once more she laid her hands on his chest and stroked over his nipples as she looked into his blushing face. Her gentle and arousing touch seemed to quell his apprehension, in fact his eyes seemed to have a glassy look as she caressed him. She began to toy with his nipples, gently scoring over them with her fingernails. She reached back with her right hand and gently squeezed the shaft of his penis. She felt an answering throb almost immediately. “Good boy, just lie still while I call the doctor.”

Richard lay looking up at the ceiling, embarrassingly aware that his penis was fully erect. He was unable to think of anything else other than the gentle caresses of the pretty nurse’s hands smoothing over him and the sensation of her lips upon his. He had no idea that the young nurse had become an expert in arousing her patients, and for her, the younger they were the easier she was able to exploit their naivety and their burgeoning sexuality. The pressure in his bottom was a constant reminder that he was helpless and openly available to her touch. He knew that his face was burning with embarrassment and humiliation. He was completely unaware that those sensations were exactly what Nurse Kirkby intended him to feel.

Doctor Morrison was one of the youngest Doctors working at the hospital. Her wealthy parents had been most surprised when she had told them, quite early on in her young life, that she intended to study medicine. Her father had warned her of the hard work and long hours that she would spend, not only studying but also after qualifying, working the long shifts of a junior doctor. Both parents were astounded when she not only qualified but took an intercalated degree alongside her medical degree.

Claire Morrison was an exceptionally bright girl but also a very determined and focussed young lady. Had her parents been privy to her well-hidden sexual proclivities they might have understood her choice of career. Claire Morrison was a truly dominant and voracious sexual predator. She had tried several relationships during her university days, all of which she had found totally unfulfilling and forgettable.

Her thoughts always turned back towards her early teenage years when she would babysit younger boys. She was a popular and charismatic girl and very much in demand. She soon realised that she had become the first choice amongst the girls that would babysit and before long she was able to pick and choose which families she would sit for.

Her bright academic demeanour and the excellent reputation of her wealthy family were the passport to her ready acceptance by the parents of her younger charges. She always chose families who had sons in the throes of puberty. Her ideal was always the timid and good-looking thirteen and fourteen-year-old boys.

Although only fourteen years old herself at the time she started babysitting, she appeared far more mature than her charges and as such, she became the boys’ preferred babysitter. Those years babysitting lasted until she was eighteen years old and on her way to medical school. When she left home for university she left behind a very large number of young boys with a very altered view of life. Every one of them still wishing for the excitement of her fingers firmly penetrating their freshly spanked bottoms as she brought them to the pinnacle of sexual excitement.

Doctor Claire Morrison walked along the corridors from her office her thoughts occupied by her conversation with Christine Kirkby. She had quickly discovered Christine’s talents and appreciated her exceptional good looks not long after she had first started at the hospital. Although Christine would still be a student nurse until the following year, she always chose the girl to assist her. Claire was very well aware of her own beauty and had often used it along with her charm to further her career. At university she would often flatter a tutor or Professor to obtain extra tuition, ensuring her marks were unassailable by her peers. She saw in Christine a younger version of herself. The girl was unusually beautiful, and Claire had quickly discovered the girl’s enjoyment and expertise in subjugating her male patients. Together they made a formidable team.

In fact, today it would be a team of three as Claire had already had a word with Heather Devereaux. After Heather had asked the Matron what the medical benefit was in making Richard ejaculate consecutively with no respite or refractory period. Matron had called Doctor Morrison and she had explained to Heather that if there was any urological damage, that it would definitely become evident with such a strenuous extraction. Dr Morrison had asked Heather whether there were any psychological triggers that she knew of that could be used to arouse the young boy. Heather immediately mentioned the boy’s intrigue at the spanking of her youngest sister and that her sister Jane had also noticed that he had become erect at the mention of bare-bottom spankings.

Christine kept the boy fully erect and utterly embarrassed by her teasing until Claire arrived. Richard had tried to raise his head as Doctor Morrison walked into the room. He found that the strain was too great as the fastening of his arms hindered his movement. The doctor walked over to head of the examination couch and looked down at him. Richard was immediately enthralled by her beauty and utterly mortified that she could see his nakedness. Doctor Claire smiled at him and laid her hand softly upon his forehead.

“Hello Richard, I am Doctor Morrison. We are going to perform a little procedure to see if you have sustained any other damage. It won’t take long so just relax and it will be over before you know it. I am just going to have a little look at you before we start. Just lie quietly for me” Richard felt her hands softly caressing his chest and then move down to his tummy. She pressed his abdomen several times, subtly caressing him as she smoothed her palms over his torso.

He shivered as her hands suddenly dipped downwards and trailed over his freshly shaven pubis. He gulped as, unexpectedly, her fingers gently wrapped around his erect penis. He felt the young doctor gently retract his foreskin until it was stretched tightly down the shaft. He could not see her other hand although he shivered with sensation as he felt his testicles being lifted gently and examined before his scrotum was allowed to hang back between his widely spread legs. Seemingly, without a thought for the boy she casually grasped the jaws of the speculum and squeezed them twice. She ignored the boy’s gasps, merely patting his thigh as she spoke. “These things have to be done, so don’t make a fuss, Richard.” The stretching of his sphincter seemed so intense that he felt utterly helpless and vulnerable at their casual attitude to his distress.

Richard could not help moaning softly, trying to inhibit the sound upon the doctor’s instruction. He suddenly became aware that Heather was standing next to him. He blushed as she looked over his naked body, dreading the moment that she would see his erect penis. Richard felt his cheeks burning as she spoke to him. “Richard, your penis is sticking up in the air. What on earth are you thinking about showing your erect penis to everyone. I ought to smack your bottom while it is nice and bare. Whatever must the young nurse think of you showing off your stiff little dicky? You are a naughty little boy and deserve a good bare-bottomed spanking.”

Both Christine and Doctor Morrison smiled at her words as they took their places. Nurse Kirkby stood at the far side of the examination couch so that she had complete access to his pubis without getting in the way of the Doctor who was standing between his legs. The doctor’s voice was crisp as she took charge of the proceedings and addressed the young boy. “Just relax your bottom and behave yourself for me, Richard.” She nodded towards the double doors as two young nurses walked into the room and stood with their backs to the far wall. The doctor spoke to one of them. “We haven’t started yet so stand by until I need you. Oh, you had better close the doors or people might think we are committing murder in here or some such thing.” The young nurse grinned as she moved away and closed both halves of the heavy door.

Claire returned her attention to her young patient continuing to appraise his perfect body and flawless skin. She thought he looked beautiful. “Right, young man, let’s get your samples. You are not to make a fuss, otherwise Miss Devereaux might have to spank your bare little bottom.” With utter delight she squeezed the handles protruding from his sphincter. Before he even had time to moan, she immediately released and withdrew the speculum and insinuated her slender fingers between the cheeks of his bottom. She listened to the reluctant gasps of the young boy as she deftly penetrated his sphincter. She was delighted at the abrupt shudder of his body as, expertly and insistently, she inserted all four of her slender fingers up into his anus.

“Hoo… oh please… no…” he protested as his sphincter was stretched wider than he ever thought possible while she orientated her hand until her fingers were within easy reach of his prostate gland.

She nodded to Nurse Kirkby who firmly slid his foreskin down the shaft until she had full access to the sensitive flesh beneath. The young boy’s protestation was immediate. “Oh please… no…” The anguished desperation in his voice thrilled the young nurse as she rotated the flattened palm of her hand over the very tip of his penis. Instantaneously Doctor Morrison placed the pads of her fingers over the bulge of his prostate and stroked firmly around the vulnerable gland. At the same time her left hand encased his scrotum, her fingers closing over the entire bag before squeezing his testicles firmly. Claire smiled at the young nurse as she held the essence of the boy in the palm of her hand.

Heather felt a thrill run through her as she looked down at the distressed face of the beautiful young boy. She placed her hands over his nipples and teased them until she felt his flesh erect. She thought the nubs of erectile flesh seemed equally as sensitive as those of a young girl.

She looked down at his blushing face. “There now, Richard… just relax for the Doctor. She needs complete access to your little bottom. Promise me that you will keep it nicely relaxed for her.” She could see that the boy was already beyond any coherent thought she looked at the young nurse and the doctor. They were both busy goading his most sensitive flesh and seemed entirely indifferent to the young boy’s distress.

Doctor Morrison looked over at Heather, her voice was casual and conversational, even though her slender forearm was flexing rapidly as she skilfully prodded the sensitive gland hidden deep inside his bottom. “Oh, Heather dear, would you take this glass from the trolley and hold it over his penis for me. These young boys are so impetuous in spurting their little contributions.” Heather glanced at Richard, seeing that the doctor’s words had made him blush with shame.

Heather watched the doctor alter the angle of her hand and moved hurriedly to take the slender glass container and hold it near the tip of Richard’s penis. She looked at Nurse Kirkby who was facing her on the other side of the couch. She could see that her manipulation was increasing in speed and firmness.

Heather was intrigued by the way the nurse was teasing the boy’s frenulum, scraping the nail of her forefinger incessantly over the sensitive membrane until the boy cried out desperately. “Oh please… it’s too sensitive… oh please em… nurse.” Heather smiled at both Christine and the doctor as elongated globules of semen rapidly erupted in a long stream from the tip of the boy’s penis. The intensity and volume surprised her even as she managed to capture each and every anguished spurt into her glass.

The nurse slowed her hand but did not stop. Heather smiled as Christine brushed the last globule of semen from the tip of his penis onto her forefinger and casually scraped it off onto the lip of the glass container. Heather placed the glass back on the trolley and pulled another one towards the front ready for the next ejaculation.

The boy was moaning softly as Heather returned to the head of the examination couch and placed both hands on each of his nipples. Cruelly, she pinched the nubs of flesh between her finger and thumb. The boy threw his head back in anguish as she repeated the callous onslaught to his tender flesh.

Heather was aware that both the doctor and the nurse had suddenly increased the speed and intensity of their manipulation once more. Richard cried out in alarm. “Please stop, please… it’s too sensitive oh, please stop… oh… hoo.”

The boy was shivering in pure anguish… his mouth was open wide in a silent scream as the torturous goading of penis continued. The rapid invasion of the doctor’s fingers pumping inside his bottom overloaded his already tormented nerve endings. He could not cope… and yet it continued unabated. His eyes opened wide in horror as he looked at the doctor and nurse. Their indifference to his plight frightened him. His distress and utter agony seemed to be completely unheeded.

He cried out again. “No… please stop… it is too much… please I can’t stand it.” The doctor’s voice was cool and icy calm as she spoke to him. “You naughty boy, Richard, I am afraid I am going to ask Miss Devereux to smack your naughty little bottom.” Richard could hardly believe her words as he writhed helplessly within the confines of his fastenings.

Heather saw the doctor gesticulate with her head towards the boy’s buttocks and realised she was serious. Immediately Heather moved to stand alongside the doctor. Claire gave her plenty of room and Heather began to spank the cheeks of the boy’s bottom. They all had a perfect view of the boy shaking his head from side to side as Heather delivered a firm spanking. “Smack, smack, smack, smack…” The rapid cadences of hard spanks seemed endless to Richard as Heather quickly turned his pale quivering bottom to a bright red.

Suddenly the doctor spoke urgently to Heather. “The glass please, as quickly as you can.” Heather was galvanised into action and had the glass hovering over the glans of Richard’s penis as he ejaculated. His chest was heaving; and his mouth was wide open as semen erupted from within him.

An immense volume of thick, white globules seemingly rocketed from his body. Both the nurse and doctor stimulated him so excessively that Heather wondered whether he would faint. Richard was delirious. It seemed to him, as if a giant fist had entered his bottom and had wrenched its way upwards through the core of his penis. His entire flesh was populated by goosebumps, he felt he could not endure a moment longer and yet spasm after spasm seized his body in such an anguished series of convulsions that he thought he might die.

There was absolutely no respite for the wretched boy. Neither the doctor nor the nurse ceased their stimulation until the very last drop of semen was exhorted from his juvenile body. His entire body trembled and shuddered. His naïve emotions had been totally unprepared for such a torturous sexual climax.

It was Nurse Kirkby that spoke to him in a soothing voice. “Good boy, nearly finished, sweetheart, just relax.” Heather immediately realised that this procedure had been enacted many times before as one of the two young nurses came and stood by her side near Richard’s head. The other young nurse had moved to stand opposite her at the other side of the examination table. Gently they laid their hands on his shoulders. Heather watched, her feelings alternating between excitement and pity, as nonchalantly and pitilessly, Nurse Kirkby increased the speed of her hands upon the distressed young boy. Her left hand suddenly formed a claw as she stretched his foreskin down the shaft of his penis. The clawed hand of five fingers and thumb scraped upwards over the sensitive rim of his glans. Her hand was a blur as time after time her fingers closed below the rim and scraped upwards.

She noticed the doctor shift her stance as her entire hand penetrated his sphincter with only her wrist showing between the spanked cheeks of his bottom. Heather wondered what merciless stimulation was being wrought inside his rectum. The two young nurses had suddenly applied an insistent pressure to his shoulders, pinning them firmly to the bed. The boys loud cry of anguish went right through Heather, and yet she was astounded that nether the doctor nor the nurses seemed concerned. His protestations and his utter distress seemed to be entirely expected and therefore completely ignored.

Doctor Morrisons voice was completely calm as she spoke to Heather. “Would you spank this naughty boy’s bottom again for me Miss Devereaux?”

Heather realised, once again, that she was not there to just observe. “Yes of course, Doctor.” She moved to the foot of the bed and proceeded to spank the young boy. She spanked faster and harder than the last time. She could hear the boy gasp at each spank. The two young nurses who were holding his shoulders, casually took hold of his nipples. They squeezed and scraped their fingernails over the two nubs of flesh. Again, it seemed to Heather that their casual goading of the boy’s senses was part of a very common procedure in Doctor Morrison’s examination room.

The intense and cruel procedure seemed much longer than the previous extractions until the doctor spoke to her. “Ah Miss Devereaux, we seemed to be reaping the benefits of your spanking. The glass please, we need every drop.” Heather quickly lowered her hand and grasped the jar.

Nurse Kirkby spoke to the boy. “Poor little boy having to have your bare bottom spanked. Now, nice big spurts Richard, be a good boy… there that was a nice big one, come along now… there we are… no shirking now.” Nurse Kirkby teased him physically and mentally as Heather caught every drop of his semen.

Richard was at the end of his tether. He was gripped completely in the throes of a sexual delirium. His climax was seemingly being wrenched from his body and yet his excitement had been truly stimulated and heightened by his embarrassment and shame.

It seemed to Richard that he had become deaf until he heard soft whispers and felt the warm sensation of his body being washed. He felt kisses upon his cheeks and lips… cool hands soothing his forehead. He lay completely devoid of any coherent thought. His eyes were tightly closed, although he knew that his body was being gently cared for. He was not ready to meet his tormentors but to remain distant from reality, safe and cocooned within his darkened shell.

Along the corridor of the modern hospital, two young and slender female technicians were busily preparing the surface of the X-ray bed ready for their next patient. The double doors of the X-ray room were wide open, and Nurse Kirkby directed the elderly male porter to wheel the gurney alongside the bed of the huge X-ray machine, while leaving space for the technicians to walk between. “Thank you, porter, he will be using his crutches to the plaster room after he has had his X-ray and ultrasound, so you may go.” She looked at the clipboard which was laid upon the platform of the machine and saw Richard’s name and a series of instructions alongside it.

She turned towards Heather who had walked with her. “I am going to remove his plaster cast for the X-ray. Doctor Morrison has ordered an ultrasound for his groin injury. So, we will be going to Ultrasound next. Fortunately, Ultrasound is situated next door.” She turned to the two pretty and very young technicians. “Do you think that we can lift Richard over on to the table between the four of us?”

Jo, the darker haired of the two technicians smiled at her. “Of course, we’ll take a corner each and just sheet him over.” Richard had been covered by a single sheet for the journey to the X-ray department. Beneath his body was a strong canvas sheet with which they had used to lift him from the examination couch and on to the gurney. The two technicians took hold of the bottom sheet near his feet and Heather and Christine took hold of the corners at the head of the gurney. They pulled and lifted, easily managing to lift Richard over to the image surface of the X-ray machine.

“I’ll just remove his cast and then leave you to position him.” Christine could see the interested looks that the young technicians were giving Richard. Richard was busy examining the huge machine that loomed above him. He had been here been here before but had had different technicians.

It seemed to Nurse Kirkby that the pretty girls were smiling at Richard. She looked at his face, seeing him blush as he noticed their interest. Christine observed his face as she moved to the side of the bed and nonchalantly whisked the sheet away from him, leaving his body nakedly displayed to the two pretty technicians. She smiled at the look of shame upon his face, his cheeks instantaneously blushing.

“I am just going to remove your plaster cast, and then the technicians are going to X-ray your leg.” Richard’s blush became more profuse; colouring his whole face and neck as his naked body was perused and examined by the two young X-ray technicians.

Christine Kirkby pretended not to notice his acute embarrassment as she began to undo the fastenings on the two halves of the plaster cast. She lifted off the top half and passed it to Heather. “Put it on the table over there as he will need it after he has had his ultrasound.” Christine moved to the end of the imaging platform and drew the lower half of the plaster cast towards her and carried it to the table which stood near the side wall of the room. As she turned back, she saw that both young girls were already handling the boy. They pulled off the inner sock of his plaster-cast then they moved his left leg towards the edge of the bed, leaving his legs widely parted.

Patricia, the fair-haired technician moved to his shoulders, and taking his hands positioned them both so that were stretched out above his head.

“Just keep them there and try not to move when we tell you. We are going get the machine in position and then I will tell when you need to stay still. You will have to hold your breath and keep absolutely motionless while we are taking a picture.”

Heather and Christine moved well out of the way as the two girls made various adjustments and watched as a crosshair target was projected and centred onto his thigh.” Patricia addressed Christine and Heather.

“You had better leave the room as there is a radiation danger. I am going to put a shield over his genitals while we fire the x-ray. I will call you in as soon as we have finished. The cafeteria is just across the next hallway. By the time you have had a coffee we will be finished with Richard, and you can take him to Ultrasound.”

When she had closed the door and locked it behind them, she watched her companion as she casually took hold of Richard’s penis and laid it pointing to the left. Richard was mortified with embarrassment as the girl took hold of his penis and squeezed it before laying it back on his hip. He could feel his cheeks burning with shame.

Smiling to her colleague she reached under the platform and took a flexible shield which was covered in blue plastic. Cheekily she asked, Jo, would you like to position his genitals and fit the shield for me? They were almost giggling as Jo lifted his scrotum from between his legs and slipped the corner of the flexible shield beneath his testes and then took hold of his penis and repositioned it before laying the shield on top of it. She could see that the boy was blushing profusely as she patted his knee and spoke to him. “When I say hold your position take a deep breath and hold it; you will hear a noise from the buzzer, when it stops you can take a breath and then breathe normally. We will come back in and reposition you for the next one, OK?”

Richard could hardly whisper his meek “yes” as a response to her question. The girls walked out of his sight, and he waited for their instructions. A voice emanated from a speaker near to the bed. “Breathe in and hold your breath, do not move!”

Richard obediently held his breath as he heard the machine make strange noises and then become silent again. Immediately the voice from the speaker said: “please breathe normally.”

Patricia and Jo walked to the machine and stood either side of the platform. Patricia lifted the shield from his pubis and placed it back under the platform. She could see that his penis had thickened. She knew that it was a direct result from their handling of him. She thought he looked beautiful and as they both admired his body she gave Jo a look of conspiracy, before she spoke to the boy.

“Richard sweetie, we are going to position so you are almost laying on your side. We have to be very careful of your poorly leg. So don’t try and help but just stay relaxed and let us move you into position. Jo and Patricia brought pillows and some firm bolsters and gently elevated his right leg until it was fully supported but raised enough so that the X-ray machine could get a cross-sectional view once they had moved him into position.

It was Jo that spoke to him next. “Right Richard, bring your right arm across towards me. I am going to turn you onto your side, so you are facing me, and Patricia is going to help turn you into position from the rear. Now just relax sweetie.”

Richard was sort of half listening and at the same time hugely embarrassed at his naked body. He knew that these things had to be done, but so far, his visit to the hospital had been steeped in pure embarrassment and humiliation. He suddenly felt one of the technicians slip her hands beneath his right hip; at the same time the girl on his lefthand side slipped her hand between his thighs and clasped his right buttock.

Gently but effectively, they rolled him towards the left side of the padded platform. He gasped as cool, slender hands slipped between his buttocks and at the same time the girl at his front pushed her hands gently between his legs and cupped his penis and testicles so they would not be trapped between his legs. She pulled his hip toward her with her right hand. Between them, the girls rolled him completely on to his left-hand side and placed a bolster on either side of his torso so that her could not roll forward or backwards.

Patricia exclaimed. “Oh, Richard, your bottom is all red. Have you had a smack-bottom? Poor baby, have you been a naughty boy, and has someone had to spank your little bottom?”

Richard blushed a new deeper shade of red. “Er… it was during erm… a medical procedure.”

Patricia and Jo both smiled. “Was it Doctor Morrison… who smacked you?” The girls had experienced the doctor’s love of young boys, and her rather quaint ways of treating them. It certainly was not common knowledge, but the girls were intimately acquainted with her little peccadillos. In fact, it was their own rather dominating personalities that had acquired them the positions that they held, all thanks to Doctor Morrison, who was the most senior consultant.

“Erm… no Miss it was Miss Heather. The doctor asked her to spank me. I’m sorry miss… erm will it affect my X-ray.” Jo stroked his cheek. “Of course not, pretty boy. Now just stay in this position. Your leg is nicely supported, but we just need to cover your little penis and testicles as X-rays are not good for your little testes.”

Patricia cupped his penis and testicles between both of her hands. “Well, you certainly are a naughty boy. Just look at you, your penis has become stiff. Don’t you think that is rather naughty for a young boy, perhaps we ought to give you another spanking.” Richard blushed to the roots of his hair. I’m sorry miss, I can’t help it. I am very sorry for it erm… Miss.”

“Don’t worry little boy, now just lie still and we will get your X-ray done.”

Patricia turned to Jo. “Use the tube for his penis as it is sticking out so far and then lay the triangle between his legs to protect his testicles.

Richard dared not look at the young technicians as she reached under the bed surface and produced a blue tubular shield and the triangular shield that looked like the one that they had used previously. Nonchalantly, to Richard’s dismay she took hold of his turgid penis and slipped the foreskin backwards and forwards several times until she was satisfied that he was completely erect.

She held his penis at the base and slid the tubed shield over it, pulling it down until it was tight against his pubic bone. She placed the triangular shield beneath it, slipping the longer point between the cheeks of his bottom. Richard could feel his penis throb as it was encased tightly within the tube and again as the triangular shield was pressed hard against his sphincter.

His cheeks were aflame as, after each X-ray, the technicians altered his position. The fair-haired technician had stroked her hands over his chest and cheekily squeezed his nipples several times between X-rays. Seeing his look of surprise, she casually explained. “I am just making sure that your penis is fully erect to ensure that the tube stays in position. Little boys must be protected.”

After the last X-ray was taken, she casually pulled the tube from his penis, watching the erect flesh slap against his tummy as he was released. She removed the triangular shield and together with her colleague they managed to get Richard laid on his back. He blushed as he saw them both smiling at him, watching his erect penis standing up from his groin.

Richard’s face was bright red, and his penis, to his shame, was still absolutely rigid by the time the two young technicians had finished with him. He was utterly embarrassed as they left him naked upon the bed and opened the double doors to the corridor.

Heather and Nurse Kirby entered the room the moment the doors were opened. They seemed amused at the boy’s erect appendage as they greeted the technicians. Heather looked at Richard, her eyes examining him from head to foot, smiling broadly at his reluctant erection. Seemingly she did not seem phased by his display. “Let’s sheet him over to the gurney and we will get him over to ultrasound. I’ll put his cast back on when he is on the trolley.”

Nurse Kirby began to fold the sheet that had been used to cover his body. She folded it over and over until it was no more than a eight inches square. Casually she pressed her palm to the underside of his penis and pressed it down against his torso. She placed the heavy folded sheet over it and smiled at his blushing face. “There are people in the corridor, so you don’t want your little willy sticking up for everyone to look at, now do you?” Richard managed to utter a feeble… “erm no…erm thank you Nurse.”

“Put your hands under your bottom so they don’t get hurt when we pass through the doors.” Richard obeyed pushing his hands underneath each buttock. He was aware that the sides of his bottom cheeks were uncovered, the folded sheet only just covering his pubis. In fact, he was aware that the tip of his penis was visible to his view as he looked down towards the foot of the bed.

As they entered the corridor, Richard could not help looking around to see several mothers with their daughters obviously sitting on the chairs waiting to go into X-ray and ultrasound. He blushed as they all looked at him. Nurse Kirkby parked the gurney outside the double doors to ultrasound and beckoned Heather to the glass frontage of the reception.

Richard’s face coloured up even more as a girl, probably a year younger than him was standing at the foot of the gurney, she suddenly exclaimed. “Look Mommy, that boy hasn’t got any clothes on, I can see his little marbles between his legs.”

Richard blushed furiously at the girl’s tactless observation. “Is it just boys that have to take all their clothes off for an X-ray?” Richard blushed even more profusely as the girl stood in front of the gurney looking between his legs. “Look Mom, you can see everything from this end apart from his peenie.” Her mother tried to quieten her as she looked at Heather and the nurse helplessly. Although Richard noticed she did not censure or stem her daughter’s comments.

Richard could not stop his face from blushing even more as the girl moved to the side of the trolley and looked at Richard’s face. “I bet you are really embarrassed, being naked like that. I get to keep my clothes on when they X-ray my foot. Don’t I Mom?” Richard could only blush in reply. His face grimaced as the young girl smoothed both of her hands over his chest and then down, dangerously near the folded sheet which was barely covering his penis and scrotum.

“You are a really pretty boy. How did you hurt your leg? They only bandaged my foot when I hurt it. Does all that plaster hurt your leg it must weigh a lot. You’ve got really nice eyes, and your body is super smooth.” She teased his nipples, once more, her small hands running to and fro across his chest. “Look your nipples have perked up, you must like me touching you.”

Richard was at a loss. He could see that her mother had moved across the corridor and had taken one of the seats, completely oblivious to the antics of her daughter. Richard felt absolutely helpless as the girl used both of her hands to examine his body. This time she ran her hands down over his stomach and then further down until her fingers slipped an inch or so beneath his covering. He shivered as her fingers brushed over the tip of his penis. She smiled at him and lowered her face to his ear. “I’ve found your peenie, it must be a long one, it is nearly poking out from that folded sheet.”

Richard was too embarrassed to reply. He just blushed heavily again, his face becoming a deep red. His eyes searched for Heather and the nurse. He saw that they were talking to the receptionist and not looking his way. He turned his head towards where her mother was seated and realised that she was talking to the woman seated next to her, seemingly oblivious to her daughter’s interest in his almost naked body.

The girl had also realised that there was nobody watching her. She placed her hand upon his bare hip, her fingers sliding under the sheet from the side until her fingertips felt the shaft of his penis. Richard shivered as she quickly stoked her fingers up and down the length of his sensitive flesh.

He felt his penis throb as her fingertips smoothed over the rim of the glans. It was obvious that the girl had felt the movement at the same time. She took her hand away and placed it back over his nipples.

She whispered to him again. “I bet your peenie will get stiff soon and poke out from under that little bit of cloth. I can make my brother get a stiffy whenever I feel like teasing him. I only have to stroke him a few times and up it comes. See, your willy is peeping out now. Look down at yourself, there it is.” Richard looked at her and pleaded. “Please don’t touch it again, oh please… Miss.”

“Alright, pretty boy I won’t make you stiff, I’ll leave that up to you. Look at it now, it is growing.” She quickly took her hands away from him as she became aware that the nurse and Heather were returning to the gurney. She whispered. “If I see you again, I’ll stroke your delicious looking willy and make it properly stiff. Bye, pretty boy.” She turned on her heels and went to stand with her mother.

It was merely moments later that Heather, and the nurse began wheeling the trolley through the now open, double doors and into a large room.

Seated beside a complex computer and large screen was a young operator. The girl spoke over her shoulder as she pressed several keys until a menu appeared with his name upon it. It surprised him that the heading read: Devereaux, Richard. “I’ll be with you in a minute. Just lower the gurney, I’ve moved my bench out of the way so wheel him next to me.”

Richard felt the gurney begin to sink to a lower height. As he was wheeled next to the computer, the operator looked at him and smiled as she tapped the keys of the specialised keyboard. Richard could see her properly now and blushed at her prettiness. Her hair was pulled back from her beautiful face. She wore stylish glasses that rested neatly on her petite nose. Her mouth was small, her refined lips framed her ultra-white teeth. Everything about her was neat and well groomed.

Her white tunic contrasted with the light tan of her bare arms. Her breasts were full and stood proud from her slender body. Her legs were hidden by the computer desk, but Richard was mesmerised by her smile as she glanced at him before entering more commands into the computer. It was several minutes before she seemed satisfied with what she had been doing. Richard could not see the screen any more from his position.

“Right, I have everything set.” She turned towards Nurse Kirkby and Heather. “Did Doctor Morrison tell you what we will be doing today?” Nurse Kirkby took a folded piece of paper from her pocket and glanced at it. “Yes, I have the note from Doctor Morrison on his positioning. You are going to scan his urinary tract and the seminal vessels. It says to provide positioning for the scanning of the prostate gland first and then penis and testes.”

“Yes, that is an accurate summation, Nurse Kirkby.” She turned towards Heather. “If my information is correct, you are Miss Heather Devereaux and you are his guardian for today. I am Jenny Fewster, I know Nurse Kirkby of course, so it’s nice to meet you, Miss Devereaux.

To explain fully, I will be using the same probe that I use for maternity scans so the size should not cause any difficulty. We can keep his plaster on so any inadvertent movement from the patient should not affect his fracture. So, position one, will be facing away from me. Left knee up to his chest and the right plaster-cast straight down the gurney. I have an assistant coming in a moment. She will be able to assist when I take the moving scans of seminal functions. She is just a young trainee nurse, not even a candy striper yet, but she is bright and is starting in this department for her first position. She obviously has had no experience so feel free to instruct her on whatever help you need.”

Richard was already blushing, even before nurse Kirkby approached him and whisked the sheet away from his pubis. She obviously was at ease in this department as she opened a cupboard and took several bolster-supports from it. She ignored his blushing face as she raised the plaster-cast gently and raised his ankle. She beckoned Heather. “Just help me roll him on his side, that’s it. Now I am going to raise your left knee to your chest Richard. Just let it go limp and I will do the rest.

Between them they got his left leg bent so that his knee was touching his chest. She placed two bolsters under his thigh and placed a pillow under his calf to immobilise the limb. Christine smiled at Heather conspiritaly as she took the boy’s wrists and placed both hands beneath the soft pad that served as a pillow on the gurney. “It will be smack-bottom time if you dare to move, even one inch, from this position.”

The operator’s voice was full of efficiency. “Well done, that’s perfect. Now Richard, I am going to insert a probe into your bottom to scan your prostate. Just lie still and I will use plenty of lubricant. It is a very slippery gel so you should not feel any discomfort.” Richard was utterly embarrassed by his position. His only saving grace was that he was turned away from the pretty operator.

He could not help gasping as he felt her firm fingers slip between the cheeks of his bottom and apply a generous amount of lubricant to his sphincter. He gasped again as two and then three of her fingers slipped upwards through his sphincter. He could not help trembling as she deftly stretched the ring of muscle until she was satisfied.

With an unhurried movement she removed her fingers and immediately penetrated him with the ultrasound probe. He gulped as the probe penetrated deep into his bottom. It seemed to Richard as if the penetration would never stop. His instincts told him to move his hands to his bottom but he knew that the nurse would immediately summon Heather to smack his bared bottom.

His gasps went unheeded as the operator see-sawed the appliance until she was satisfied that the whole of the gland was comprehensively available to the device. She turned it, altering the orientation while she monitored the image upon the monitor.

“Right Richard, just relax. You are fully supported so you don’t have to use any muscles to stay in position.” Richard tried relaxing the muscles in his left leg and found that Nurse Kirkby had placed the supports perfectly. He relaxed feeling the probe move gently and slowly. Suddenly he felt a tingle run from his bottom and through the shaft and then the tip of his penis.

He shivered and gasped as the probe was pressed very firmly against the sensitive gland. It stayed in position for quite a while and then moved over the gland until again there was a much firmer pressure.

To his horror he felt his penis throb. First there was a singular pulse, and this was quickly followed by a series of rapid thuds deep inside his bottom as his penis filled out. He could feel It throbbing urgently and he realised that it was almost fully erect. He blushed as inexorably the flesh was becoming incredibly rigid with every pulse. He suddenly realised that his penis was waving about completely unsupported. He knew that every part of his naked body was well within the view of Heather and Nurse Kirkby.

Jenny Fewster did not need to see the young boy’s penis to know that he was fully erect. This was the first time that she had had to scan a young boy’s prostate gland. Usually, for Jenny, it was older men that she had to scan for prostate problems.

She found that it was such a delight to have a beautiful and perfectly proportioned young boy to scan so intimately. She was delighted with the look of his body and his pretty facial features. She had been quite surprised and ultimately delighted when Doctor Morrison had outlined the scans she needed. Not only to scan his prostate and the shaft and head of his penis, but then to have him ejaculate while she recorded the passage of semen through the external urethral sphincter. She wondered which of the two girls would stimulate him to ejaculation.

It was at that moment that the inner door opened, and her assistant walked in. “Hello Rachael, this is Richard. I am just scanning his prostate gland. You can help the nurse orientate the boy when I am ready. Try and observe everything that I do and don’t be afraid to ask questions.”

Rachael looked at the boy and suddenly exclaimed. “Oh, Miss Fewster, I think he has had to have his bottom spanked. Look it’s very red, did you have to smack his bare bottom, Miss.”

Jenny had to smile. “No Rachael, it obviously happened earlier. Now pay attention.
This is Nurse Kirkby from Doctor Morrison’s department and that is Miss Devereaux who is the boy’s guardian.”

Heather smiled at the precocious young girl. She thought that she was exceptionally young and knew that Richard would be more than embarrassed when he saw how just how young she was. Heather thought that the girl was very attractive. She did not have a uniform but was dressed in a blouse and pleated skirt. Her slender legs were bare right down to the sandals she was wearing. Her skirt was very short, and Heather realised that it had obviously been part of her school uniform. She guessed that the young girl had only recently left school and would therefore still only be fifteen years old.

Rachael did not appear at all shy as she spoke. “Shall I bring you some chairs as the scans can take quite some time?” Heather smiled at her. “Yes, that would be welcome, thank you Rachael.”
Rachael seemed pleased with herself as she quickly strode through the door and returned with two metal framed chairs stacked together.

She carried them over to Heather and Christine and separated them. Heather realised that as the girl turned around, that she would be looking straight at Richard’s erect penis. Heather’s prediction was correct and was accompanied by Richard’s rapidly reddening cheeks and shameful expression as he saw the young girl for the first time.

The boy’s face had blushed to an almost purple hue as he looked at the girl. It seemed to him as if a schoolgirl had been invited in to observe his humiliating examination. She must be only a couple of years older than me he thought as his cheeks burned with humiliation and shame.

Both the nurse and Heather realised just how embarrassed the boy was with a young girl near to his own age being in the room. His embarrassment deepened as Rachael spoke to him with authority.

“You must keep absolutely still while Miss Fewster scans you. Some little boys are inclined to move about, but I am sure you will behave like a big boy and do as you are told. You have already had a spanking and I am sure you don’t want another one.” Richard blushed again, indignant at the inference that he was a much younger boy.

“I know you must be a bit embarrassed, Richard, but I am sure your little red bottom must have already taught you to behave yourself.”

Richard could not help the deep flush of colour that suffused his cheeks. The humiliation of being nakedly displayed to the young girl and her mention of his spanked bottom nearly brought him to tears.

Both Heather and Christine smiled as the girl had spoken to Richard as if he was a child. She had also seemed completely unphased by his nakedness or by his throbbing penis.

Rachael paused as she moved around the gurney and gently patted his burning cheek. “Good boy, stay nice and still now.” She moved to stand by the side of the operator and peered at the screen. Both Heather and Christine sat down making sure that Richard could not see their amusement.

Richard felt utterly humiliated as he laid on his side while the probe moved around inside him. He could feel it move and then stop and press firmly against part of his rectum. He could hear the clack of her keyboard then the probe would move to another position and stop before pressing against his insides again. He could not help gasping each time that the probe touched a certain place, and he would immediately feel his penis throb in response. He could not help himself and yet he was utterly shamed by his reaction.

“Right, Richard just try and relax while I withdraw the probe from your bottom.” Richard was careful not to move as Miss Fewster quickly and smoothly manoeuvred the thicker part of the transducer back through his sphincter.

She addressed Nurse Kirkby. “I would like him on his back with his pubis raised for the next scan, if you would get him in position, please Nurse. Rachael will give you any help you need, and she can deal with his hands for you.” Heather stood back and watched as Nurse Kirkby and Rachael quickly and very efficiently got his paster cast supported down the length of the gurney and a thick support beneath his buttocks.

They intentionally placed his left leg as widely apart from the plaster-cast as the gurney would allow. Rachael was smiling at the blushing boy as she moved around and took hold of his wrists. “Stretch them out as far as you can, Richard.” She made sure that they were well stretched along the gurney above his head. She retrieved several broad canvas straps from the cupboard and proceeded to fasten his arms down on to the head of the padded surface. She then moved opposite the nurse and strapped his left leg down firmly onto the bed.

Heather was delighted at how quickly the two girls had got the boy into position. She could see that Richard was blushing furiously at the ignominy of his final positioning. He peered down at his naked body, only confirming how humiliatingly he was being displayed. His pubis was raised significantly by the thick bolster, amplifying his shamefully erect penis which was pointing upwards into the air. His legs were spread wide and although he could not see between his legs, he knew that his scrotum was completely accessible both visually and physically.

Rachael was standing next to his hips as she spoke to the operator. “Oh, Miss Fewster, will you be scanning his testes first? I can get them in position for you if you are ready.” Jenny Fewster smiled at the young girl, delighted at her initiative. “Yes Rachael, take the neck of his scrotum and squeeze the scrotal sac and pull it tight at the neck so that the testes are constricted and visible against the skin. Hold them upwards for me so I can get a good scan.”

Rachael took the tube of lubricant from Miss Fewster’s desk and much to Richard’s consternation, began to gently massage the slippery contents over the skin of his scrotum. She looked at Richard’s blushing cheeks with a knowing look upon her young face, Her smooth fingertips were deliberately arousing him while she applied the Optilube.

She heard him gasp several times as she intentionally let her hands slip between the cheeks of his bottom and score over his sphincter. Eventually she grasped the skin of his scrotum and squeezed the skin tightly until both testes were clearly visible as two smooth orbs.

“I’ll move his penis out of the way for you, will this be alright?” She took his penis in her other hand and moved it to the side before pressing it firmly against the juncture of his hip. She kept her flattened palm on top of his penis as she watched Miss Fewster to see if her positioning of the boy was to her satisfaction.

“Yes, that is perfect Rachael, thank you.” Jenny smiled at the young girl and nodded her head as she fitted a different probe to the cable.

Again, Rachael looked into Richard’s blushing face knowingly adding to his humiliation with her words. “Keep perfectly still, little boy, while Miss Fewster scans your squidgy little testicles you don’t want your bottom to be made any redder.”

Miss Fewster began to scan the boy’s testes. She was delighted that, without any instruction, that her young assistant moved the testes after each pass presenting them perfectly for the next one.

“You are doing this perfectly Rachael. I am very pleased with you.”

“Thank you, Miss, I boned up on the procedure last night from the Anderson Manual, it was
very comprehensive.”

“Well done, Rachael. I am going to do his penis now. Do you think you can manage that without him ejaculating until I am ready for it.”

“Yes, I know what to do.” Nurse Kirkby and Heather stood up. The nurse smiled at Miss Fewster. “We can lend a hand for the latter part, Miss Fewster, I think it better if we capture the emission so that it can go to the lab for testing, although there has been no blood present so far.”

Jenny Fewster smiled at Christine. There are some jars on the shelf behind you and I have some labels in my drawer.

Richard abruptly blushed deeply, realising what was going to happen. His bottom lip began to quiver. He looked up as he saw Heather looking down at him from the head of the bed. She placed her hands upon each of his burning cheeks and smiled gently at him.

“Poor baby boy, never mind these things have to be done. Now lie still like a good boy.” She began to caress his cheeks, watching Rachael as she teased his penis back into a full erection. The young girl pinched tip of the glans leaving space for Miss Fewster who began to scan the base of the shaft. Her movements were quick and precise as she scanned the whole shaft. Rachael replaced her hand around the base of the shaft while Jenny scanned the glans.

Jenny smiled at all three of the girls as she explained the procedure. “I need to scan from the perineum. So, Nurse, if you would lift his scrotum for me and then Rachael if you would excite the penis until he ejaculates. You can collect his sample Nurse Kirkby I will be able to tell you from the monitor when he is ready to ejaculate.”

Richard was beside himself with utter and wretched embarrassment. The young schoolgirl, as he thought of her, was about to make him ejaculate and he could do nothing about it. She glanced at him and gave a sympathetic smile just as a grown-up would have done.

It took several minutes of probing between his legs before the ultrasound operator was satisfied with her probes final positioning. Nurse Kirby turned to the operator. “Miss Fewster, will it affect your scan if I stimulate the prostate erm… transrectally.”

“That will be fine, I am recording the images so that will not pose a problem. Will you place your hand where you want it, and then let me reposition the probe.” Jenny removed the probe and waited for the nurse.

Richard gasped in alarm as he watched Nurse Kirkby lubricating her fingers. “Just relax Sweetheart… there we are. Good boy, try not to move now.”

“Hoo… ah… ah.” Richard could not believe how full his bottom was feeling with the nurse’s finger embedded within his rectum. Miss Fewster once again located the probe and checked the monitor before turning her head towards Richard. “Just relax and stay still, this won’t take long.”

Heather was intrigued to what the young girl would do. Surely, she could not have much experience and yet as she looked at her the girl seemed full of confidence. She watched avidly as Rachael nonchalantly placed her hands on the boy’s penis and looked at him.

“Now Richard, I am going to make you ejaculate. I am going to manipulate your penis while Miss Fewster scans the sphincter deep inside your little bottom. You are not to move during this procedure. If you do, then I will have to do it again. So it is for your own benefit that you stay absolutely still until I have finished with you.”

Heather watched every movement of her hands as she saw her retract the boy’s foreskin, sliding it downwards until it was fully stretched at least half-way down the shaft. She did not use any lubricant and she was not wearing surgical gloves. The first two fingers began to scissor as she held them pointing down at the tip of the young boy’s urethral opening. Little by little she let them barely touch the very tip of his penis. Heather held the boy’s head with a steady pressure as he tried to thrash from left to right. He was shivering, but heather could see that the image on the monitor was steady.

Rachael continued with her fast-moving fingers, now moving around the glans and on the the coronal rim. Richard continued to shiver as the girl let hand move around the rim until his penis began to throb. She formed her finger and thumb into a loose circle letting it barely touch as she encircled the rim and drew her hand up and down over the rim of his penis. She looked at Nurse Kirkby and could see that she was busy with her fingers inside Richard’s bottom. She caught Heather’s eye and nodded to her affirmatively.

The girl had reorientated her fingers into a five-finger claw and was scraping them upwards from the retracted skin and over the rim of the glans. Heather had already seen Nurse Kirkby use this technique and wondered where the girl had learned her skill. There was suddenly an air of alertness between the three girls as Rachael formed her hand into a tube in the classic manner and began to pump her small and delicate fingers and thumb up and down over the boy’s throbbing penis.

Heather was aware that Nurse Kirby had picked up the glass container with her free hand while her thrusts up into his bottom had become quicker and firmer. It was merely a few moments of extreme agitation for the young boy before he gasped and sighed as semen erupted from the tip of his penis. Nurse Kirkby smiled triumphantly as she caught his emission, skilfully, angling the glass to left and right as Richard ejaculated helplessly. Rachael had accelerated the pumping of her hand. She seemed oblivious to the boy’s trauma as she milked him mercilessly even after he had stopped ejaculating. She did not pause for one second until she saw Miss Fewster remove the transducer from the boy’s perineum.

Richard’s face was bright red, and his pale flawless skin was again covered in goosebumps. As Heather bent forward to kiss his forehead; she could see tears of shame in his eyes. She felt sorry for the pretty young boy. He had endured countless humiliations as well as physical and mental trauma and her heart went out to him.

It was an hour later that Richard was seated in the front passenger seat of the Bentley. The seat was fully extended to the rear allowing him to sit with his heel propped on a cushion. The new fibreglass support was so lightweight that Richard could hardly feel that he was wearing it. He seemed to have recovered from his ordeal, although Heather was quite sure that he would not be able to forget it. He was dressed in a towelling robe although naked beneath it as his loin cloth style covering had not been replaced.

Lady Devereaux greeted them as Heather swung the big Bentley around in the courtyard. Heather took his crutches from the back seat and carefully assisted Richard out of the car. She was surprised at how well he was able to move with the new glass fibre cast. It was not until Richard entered the farmhouse style kitchen and smelled a wonderful aroma of something cooking that he realised how hungry he was. Embarrassingly Lady Devereaux undid the belt of his robe and examined the new cast. Richard blushed as he stood on his crutches with the front of his naked body on display.

Lady Devereaux could not help admiring the boy’s perfect physique and flawless skin. She could see that he had been shaved again and was delighted with the look of his penis and testicles. Perfect proportions, she thought. She stroked her hand down the side of his body to the top of the grey coloured cast. She examined the three catches that held the two parts together.

“Well Richard that is going to be a lot easier to take on and off. Is it comfortable?” Richard although totally embarrassed, replied enthusiastically. “Oh Yes Ma’am. It is so much lighter. I can hardly feel it.” He blushed for a moment. “Oh, Ma’am, I must thank you for it. Miss Hudson said that they are very expensive, I am more than grateful, truly I am.”

Lady Devereaux was delighted with the boy, both his beauty and his thoughtfulness. “Thank you, Richard, it is so nice that you thought to thank me. Now before we get you into your bath. You must be hungry. Jane has made you an Irish stew. No, I must not say that; she calls it a ‘ragout’. Whatever it is called it smells delicious. So, let me get you seated and fed. You don’t have to tell me about the hospital visit, Heather will tell me all about it.”

Lady Devereaux saw him blush as she mentioned his hospital appointment and wondered what embarrassments he had had to suffer. She led him to the table, which had already been laid for five people, and helped him to sit with his heel resting on a cushion that she had picked up and placed under his foot. There was a decanter of red wine and two large jugs of water already on the table. Large plates were on every place mat except Richard’s. He did notice that next to him, there were two plates that were stacked. Lady Kathleen Devereaux leaned over his shoulder and pulled his robe together and then tied the belt.

“I will let Jane serve us as she made it especially for your return from the hospital. She is in her bedroom getting changed. I think I can hear her coming down now. He watched the arched doorway and saw Jane. She was dressed in an extremely short tartan skirt. Her hair was brushed to a shine, and she wore a subtle shade of eye makeup and a very pale pink lipstick. Richard was mesmerised by her appearance, he had never seen any girl that was as pretty as Jane, but now that she was dressed as if to go out, her beauty was captivating.

Her blouse was almost transparent, and Richard could easily see the darker flesh of the aureole surrounding her pinkish nipples. He blushed and dropped his head down to his chest, looking down at his cutlery and place mat. Jane was delighted at the effect that she was having upon Richard.

She smiled as she spoke to him. “Are you alright Richard? Was it really horrible at the hospital?” Richard raised his head and looked at her face, studiously avoiding looking at her young breasts that seemed to be vying for his attention. Jane had already quizzed Hazel to find out everything that had happened to the boy, so really, she did not need to ask. He stammered as he answered her. “It was really humiliating erm… Miss.”

Jane had grilled her older sister for every detail and had realised just how humiliated he must have felt. She decided not to make him go through the details as she knew that he would blush to a crisp. Instead, she decided to let it ride for the present. She turned to her mother. Is Natalie joining us for dinner? Richard must be starving after spending nearly a whole day at the hospital.

It was at that moment that Natalie appeared through the archway. She too was dressed sexily. Her shoulders were bare in her tube top that was at least one size too small, even for her slender frame. Her midriff was also bare, and she too was showing nearly all of her thighs below the ultra-brief shorts she was wearing. Jane addressed her. “Sit down Natalie and I will serve. I know Heather will be down soon.”

She walked to the Aga and opened one of the oven doors. As if on cue, Heather arrived. Unlike her two sisters she was dressed smartly but modestly in a knee length skirt and dark silk shirt, with her cuffs rolled back. Heather took her seat opposite her mother. “Something smells delicious.” She said, as she smiled at Lady Devereaux. Jane struggled to carry the large tureen which she placed on the middle of the table and then returned to bring several more dishes. “All serve yourselves, apart from Richard. She smiled at him. “I will do yours as you have had a rotten day.”

The meal proved to be just as tasty as Lady Devereaux had promised and Richard had felt a wonderful sense of inclusion in the light conversation and banter that pervaded the homely atmosphere. After they had eaten, Richard turned to Jane and although his face blushed, he still managed to speak. “Oh Jane, that was so wonderful that I can’t thank you enough. I must admit that I have never tasted anything like it. It had subtle flavours that really made my mouth water. Thank you. He blushed once more as Jane slipped her hand under the table and between the folds of his bathrobe. Her fingers sought his bare left leg and squeezed his thigh. Richard could not help his face from colouring up again as she stroked his thigh gently and him and gave him a big smile.

“Thank you for the compliment, Richard.” She looked at the rest of the table and said with a grin. “I don’t suppose the rest of you well fed ingrates enjoyed it at all.” Kathleen Devereaux laughed at her daughter. “I am sure that they did Jane. It was just that Richard beat us to it. It really was delightful. Did you not notice Natalie helping herself to seconds?”

Lady Devereaux sat back in her chair and spoke to Richard. “I presume then Richard that you will be happy here. We have rather rushed you into your life here. But your injuries and hospital visits have rather got in the way of discussing your future. I told you that we have had a lot of legalities to sought out on your behalf. But we have made such good progress that I can ask you this question.”

She paused seeing that she had the boy’s full attention. “I applied, Richard, not just to foster you into our home for the next five years, which I might say was incredibly easy, but to adopt you as my son.” Even lady Devereaux had not expected the complete silence as all three of her daughters looked expectantly at Richard. They could all see his face, as for a moment he looked completely dumbstruck and then just as suddenly his face crumpled, and he burst into a flood of tears. Lady Devereaux was not immune to his emotional response as she too could feel tears forming in her eyes.

Richard was completely helpless as he cried. His sobs were heartrending and deeply emotional, robbing him of the ability to speak. Jane was squeezing his thigh to comfort him, but she realised as much as any of them that the boy had basically fended for himself without emotional support since he was old enough to realise his situation.

The news was momentous and yet there was an ability for the first time in his life, to let himself go. To not have to hide his feelings from the other children at the orphanage or the staff who were insouciant to anything other than the practicalities of feeding or clothing the children.

Lady Devereaux knew all too well what the boy must be feeling. She knew that his lack of love throughout his young years had toughened his emotions and yet, that in reality, he was craving it more than anyone would ever know. She knew that he had been lucky to have gained a scholarship to boarding school and that his inclusion into that community of fellow students would have made his life a little better. But returning to the orphanage at the end of each term would again have made his heart sink.

The girls watched as Richard gamely tried to pull himself together. At last, he managed to utter a few words… “Oh Ma’am… would you… would you really want me.”

It was Heather that answered for her mother. “Yes, Richard we all want you, not just to stay, but to be the brother that we never had.”

Lady Devereaux spoke to him again as Jane stroked his thigh surreptitiously under the table and handed him a tissue with her free hand. “I could not have told you sooner. But thankfully this morning I had the confirmation letter. You will have to go for a medical to one of the ministry centres. It is not an exam that you can fail. It is merely so that I am officially informed of your medical health, good or bad, it does not hinder the result that you will be adopted by us.” She looked at his face and spoke to him earnestly. So, Richard my Sweet boy, you will be, from now onwards, a part of this family and your future will be secure.”

No one was surprised when Richard broke into tears once more. Heather and Natalie smiled at him with delight as Jane handed him another tissue and squeezed his thigh affectionately.

“Now Richard, I am going to let the girls take you for your bath so that you can take a good long soak and then I want Jane to take you to your bed and kiss you goodnight. It was Jane that found you and brought you to us and we are grateful that she did. You will share our life and we will share yours.

London’s district of Westminster on a pleasant summer’s morning with the Plane trees in their full greenery, was of no interest to the young boys who were being marched smartly into the Ministry of Health building at six-thirty in the morning. Their futures were bleak, having been sentenced by the courts to varying lengths of custodial service within the confines of the Borstal Schools that were dotted around the boundaries of the London area.

Borstal was the generic term for the Youth Custody Centres although the boys all knew it as Borstal. The Youth Custody Centres were the governments answer to youth crime and were considered to be the short sharp shock, which ostensibly was meant to deter repetition of their petty and not so petty crimes.

The centre dealt with a variety of medical examinations from entry into the armed services to medical reports and evaluations used by the judicial system. The large Georgian doorway was manned by two tough-looking army sergeants. They towered above the somewhat cowed youths as they were led by their police escort into the building.

It was to this building that Richard was driven by Lady Devereaux. He was dressed in a school shirt and jacket and was wearing his school tie. His long school trousers had been split at the seam of his right leg and pinned with large safety pins over the carbon fibre cast. A thick sock had been put over his right foot, but he wore his school sock and shoe on his left foot.

Although the road space outside the stone frontage was marked ‘Official cars only’ neither of the stern army doormen blinked an eye at the gleaming black Bentley motorcar parking in an official spot.

Lady Devereaux stopped the car in front of the path to the double-doors and came around to the passenger side and took Richard’s crutches before helping him from his seat. Richard was completely independent once the crutches were under his arms, and he was able to keep up with her as they walked up the entrance path to the doorway. She put the folder she was carrying under her arm and spoke to one of the army personnel, recognising his proper rank. “Good morning, Sergeant Major. This boy is scheduled for a medical exam at seven thirty, can you tell me where we need to be.”

“Certainly Ma’am. There is a reception desk to your right when you enter. I’ll accompany you in, while my Sergeant watches your car. The Sergeant Major opened both of the doors so that Richard would have plenty of space for his crutches. The hallway was a stone floor which had withstood the test of time. He led them both to a mahogany desk, where an efficient-looking army Corporal was seated. Kathleen addressed the Corporal; her clear enunciation prompted him to straighten up in his seat. “I am Lady Devereaux, this young man is here for a medical examination. I have the paperwork here for you.”

She handed the file to the young man. Kathleen was aware that the Sergeant Major had clicked his heels and had stood to attention as she had announced her title. After several minutes reading the notes the Corporal proffered a card towards Richard. Richard managed to take it from him quite easily, resting his left crutch against his body while he raised his arm. He addressed Richard directly. “You go down the corridor to the first doorway on your left and press the button. Someone will come to collect you. Richard turned to Lady Devereaux, “I had better be going.”

“Good boy, I will be here when you are finished.” She stood looking at him as he adeptly made his way down the corridor. She could see the sign above the door that said “No male personnel beyond this doorway.

She turned towards the Sergeant Major and thanked him for his help. He clicked his heels as he replied. “The examination will take precisely three hours. It is always to time, so he will be back in this hallway for ten-thirty on the dot, Your Ladyship.”

Kathleen thanked him and asked him to thank his Sergeant for keeping an eye on her unlocked car. She was aware that they both stood to attention as she left them. She turned right towards Knightsbridge, looking forward to seeing her friend Diana in Cadogan square. Diana had a daughter at Princes School and through her recommendation, Kathleen had sent both Natalie and Jane to the same school. She did not want Richard to be away at his boarding school and wanted a second opinion on sending Richard to Princes so that he would be a day boy.

Richard pressed the buzzer of the door just once and stood waiting. It was almost five minutes before it was opened by a young nurse. She was very pretty but did not smile at him or greet him in anyway. “Follow me please.” She walked in front of him until they entered a large changing room with at least eighty lockers fastened to the wall. In front of the lockers was a row of low benches. “Take off all of your clothes and put them in locker number ‘Twenty-three-A’. Do not forget this number, you will be called by it when you are inside. I will help you with your bottom half.” She took the card from his fingers and confirmed that the card had 23A printed upon it.

The nurse took the crutches from him, holding him under the right arm as she did so. “Slide your heel as I let you down on to the bench.” She let him down easily until he was seated. “Take your jacket, tie and shirt off while I undo the pins in your trouser leg.”

Richard realised that the nurse did not expect or want any conversation, so he quickly took of his jacket and laid it on the bench beside him. He undid his tie and just as quickly undid his shirt buttons and then the cuffs. He was sat bare chested by the time that the nurse had undone the pins in his trouser leg and taken off his shoe and both socks.

“Undo your trouser belt and the front buttons then lift yourself up, but don’t fall backwards.” Her instructions were curt as she took hold of both trouser legs and swiftly pulled them down. Richard noticed that she took great care in lifting his right leg as she took his trousers off. She looked at his undershorts and saw that the right leg had a long split up to the elasticated waistband. She noticed that the split had been properly hemmed, not just cut.

“Lift up again, that’s it!” She pulled his shorts down baring his penis and scrotum; they slid easily over his cast. Again, she carefully eased his right leg upwards as she took the shorts off. Richard could not help blushing as she examined his genitals, seemingly for quite a long time, especially compared to the speed of her stripping him.

“I will put your clothes in the locker to save time. Watch where they go so that you will know where to collect them.” He noticed that she put his shoe in first and then neatly folded each item before putting them on the top of it. She locked the locker and took the key which was hanging from a thick rubber band. She walked briskly back to him and took his left wrist. She slipped the rubber band over his hand and let it snap around his wrist with the key hanging from it.
Without a word she stood him up by lifting him under his right arm. As soon as he was standing, she steadied him with one hand and passed him his crutches one by one.

“Follow me, the floor is not slippery… so as quickly as you can.” They walked past the lockers and into a white tiled room. There was a bath and toilet and a rubber covered bench. The shelves around the walls were filled with all sorts of jars and bottles and lots of stainless-steel appliances. There were tubes and containers hanging from a machine above the bench. They stopped by the side of the bench. Standing on the floor in front of them upon four sturdy legs, was an ‘A’ shaped trestle with a rubber padded top.

She spoke to him, her voice still curt and authoritative. “Don’t put any strain on your leg, take all of your weight on your left leg and bend over the trestle and grasp the bar on the other side.” She took his crutches as soon as he had steadied himself against the trestle. She did not wait to see him accomplish the task but moved away and returned with several items upon a trolley. Richard had leaned over as she had instructed and had grasped the bar. He had let his right leg trail so that it did not take any strain.

He blushed as he felt her hands parting his buttocks. He gulped and gasped as she deftly penetrated his bottom with at least two lubricated fingers. He was blushing profusely by the time she instructed him. “Relax your bottom, it will go in more easily.”

She did not say what, but at that moment he felt a cold steel nozzle slipping up through his sphincter and then shivered as his insides were suddenly filled with a gush of lukewarm water. “Hoo…ooh,” he gasped. His reaction was unheeded by the nurse as the nozzle was withdrawn. He could feel his face flush even deeper with his embarrassment.

He felt her hands pull his left buttock cheek outwards and shivered as the nozzle was reintroduced up through his sphincter. Without any warning a second volume of water rushed upwards into his bottom. He cried out again, with no acknowledgement from the young nurse. His insides felt completely full, and he had that familiar feeling of cramps as if he badly needed to go to the toilet.

He was still bent over the trestle as he heard something heavy being wheeled across the floor. He felt the nurse’s hands upon his shoulders. “Stand upright, there is a chair right behind you, I am going to guide you as you sit on it. I’ve got you… so up you get.”

He felt the nurse do everything that was necessary to keep his leg from taking any strain. She got him upright and then sat him down onto the commode. His face coloured up profusely as he felt that it was a toilet seat beneath him. “Keep the water in until I tell you and then you can relax and let it out.”

Richard sat and waited while the cramps increased in his stomach. Such was the abruptness of the nurse that he dared not to complain. The nurse had moved out of his sight and was busy amongst the shelves behind him. He sat and waited dreading what was to come next. Suddenly she leaned over his shoulder. To Richard’s embarrassment, she reached down and felt around his pubis, her hand smoothed over every inch, flipping his penis from left to right as she reached down further and cupped his scrotum. “You have been shaved, why is that?” Richard stammered his answer as another cramp passed across his stomach. “The nurses…er have been putting Arnica on some bruising er… Nurse.”

She did not answer him or comment. “Lift your right arm up above your head.” Richard obeyed immediately as the nurse, without comment slapped a shaving brush under his arm and shaved his armpit. As soon as she had wiped away the suds from his armpit, he lifted his left arm immediately, assuming correctly that she was going to shave that also. He was correct, although he did not receive any comment from the nurse. She shaved him swiftly and then stood back to look at him. “You can put your arm down now and let the water out. Don’t take long, we have a long list of appointments.”

Richard was horribly embarrassed as he realised that she was going to watch him. He did not have to strain, as the water simply gushed out of him. His face was bright red as he felt the need to force out the last drops before he felt secure from dripping.

“I’ll help you stand but keep your hands on the armrests.” Richard felt her body press against his as she took him under both of his armpits. He blushed as she took some tissues from behind the back rest and leaned over and wiped his bottom. She used several tissues and seemed surprised that they were all clean. She moved him forward and looked into the bowl. “You have been to the toilet this morning, have you?” Richard blushed again as she looked into his face. “Er… yes Nurse, before we drove here.”

The nurse seemed to be unsure of his answer, but eventually seemed to take his word. She retrieved his crutches and handed them to him. “Follow me boy, oh, have you remembered your number?”

“Er… yes nurse, it’s 23A.”

As soon as they had exited the doorway of the wet room the nurse stopped him. There was a black backdrop to his right with a rail at either side of it. The nurse led him to stand in front of the backdrop and placed first one of his hands on the righthand rail and then, taking his crutch, placed his other hand on the left rail. She took both of his lightweight crutches and leaned them against the wall. His hands were now at shoulder height, and he saw that he was facing the large lens of a camera which was seated upon a sturdy tripod. To the side of the camera was a keyboard on its own stand.

The nurse looked at him and spoke sternly to him. “Keep still and look forward until I tell you otherwise.” He saw her type something on the keyboard and as she pressed the last key, he heard the camera shutter click twice. She immediately moved towards him and helped him turn around until he was in the same position but now facing the backdrop. “Absolutely still now.” Richard heard the keyboard again and then the clatter of the shutter. She returned to him with his crutches and helped him turn around.

“We are going into the examination hall now. You will be instructed on what you are required to do at each station. I don’t have to tell you this, but I will because you have not caused me any trouble so far. Do whatever you are told to do straight away. Don’t hesitate, don’t ask questions and don’t complain.” She looked at sternly.

“Don’t open your mouth at all unless you are asked a question. Have you got all that?”
Richard had lots of questions, but he wisely kept his mouth shut and nodded affirmatively at the stern young nurse. They had only gone a few steps when the nurse stopped him in front of a doorway. “This is as far as I go. I will open the door for you, and someone will meet you on the other side. Don’t forget the advice I have given you.”

She took the card from her pocket and pushed it into his hand. “They will probably ask you for this. Off you go.”

Richard entered a large hall. As he looked around, he could see desks and examination benches lining the walls. They were placed in little clusters, with several nurses at each as well white-coated female doctors and other ancillary staff. Richard assumed that these clusters were the stations that the young nurse had referred to.

Standing alongside the stations There were more than a dozen uniformed female wardens or policewomen. Richard could not quite tell which type of uniformed service they belonged to. He soon realised as he looked around, that the medicals were being performed as a production line. He did not have to wonder about what humiliation he would suffer as he saw to his embarrassment that, already standing in front of each station was a naked young boy of about his own age waiting his turn, while in front of him, in full view, the nurses had another boy either standing spread legged, bending over, or lying down all in the most humiliating of positions.

Richard looked away as two young wardens walked towards him. The slightly older one was very pretty and even her rather stern expression did nothing to disguise her good looks. They led him to a similar trestle as in the wet room and took his crutches away as soon as he was touching it for balance and support.

His card had fallen to the floor as the crutches were taken from him, but he had remembered the number. The pretty warden instructed him. “Bend over and grab the rail boy.” Richard complied immediately and was surprised when the other warden came around the trestle and knelt down in front of him. To his dismay she held him firmly under the arms. “This is just a sample of what you’ll get if you don’t do as you’re told first time, boy.”

Suddenly, and completely out of the blue, a hard smack landed on the cheeks of his bottom. “Crack” Richard gasped in surprise and pain, only to feel a second and a third stroke of what seemed to be a wooden implement. “Crack… Crack!”

He tried to struggle but it was futile. The pretty warden that had spanked him picked up his card. She was about to write on the back of it the number of strokes that she had given him, but first looked to check his number. She looked at it twice and quickly gestured to the younger warden holding Richard’s arms to let go of him.

She then spoke to Richard. “Stay still, I am going to write your number on your bottom.” Richard was far too shocked to move anyway. He felt large letters being imprinted upon his left buttock and a few seconds later the warden gently helped him up, immediately putting his crutch under his right arm. She handed him the other crutch before moving to stand in front of him. “You are not one of ours, are you?”

“What do you mean er…Miss?”

“I mean that you are not under the youth custodial service, you know a borstal boy.”

“No Miss, I am here for a medical because I am being adopted.”

“Oh dear, you poor boy.” She thought for a moment and then spoke to him in a conciliatory manner. “Look, all the boys here this morning are going to various custodial institutions around the home counties. For some reason you have been scheduled on the same day. Your medical file has already gone to the first station and without seeing your number I assumed that you were one of this batch but late because of your injury. I had better stay with you as the other wardens will presume the same as I did. What is your name?”

“Richard, Miss.”

“OK, Richard, I will escort you round. The first station is nearly ready. Just let me tell my colleague what I am doing.” After a brief word with the warden that had held his arms Richard accompanied her to the first station where two nurses stood ready for him. “Number Please.”

It had dawned upon Richard just how humiliating it was to approach two young nurses while he was stark naked. He felt himself blushing already as the nurse nearest to him had asked for his number. He answered with a clear; “23A Nurse.” She searched through the files on her desk and found him almost immediately. “It reads Richard Cross stroke Devereaux, which is it.”
“It is Cross until I am adopted and then it will be Devereaux.”
The Warden spoke up. “Oh, I must explain Richard is not under a custodial order, he is here for an adoption medical.” The nurse quickly looked inside the file. “OK, I have the order here, I’ll pin it to the front of the file… and er… this is another note for careful handling referencing a fractured femur. “OK, I’ll put that on the front too.”

She looked to her colleague, “ignore the carbon fibre cast and weigh him with it, just deduct three pounds from the overall figure.” The nurses took his crutches away and supported him at either side while he stood on the scales. “Can you stay upright while we take the reading?” Richard nodded a yes. He found that he was able to stand unaided with the tips of his toes touching the platform. The nurse adjusted the figure and wrote it down.

With a cloth tape-measure, they began their routine of measurements starting with his head. The results were written upon a line drawing of the outline of a male figure. The first page was the head then the standard figure, the next page showed arms, legs, wrists and ankles indicating circumferences. The next page was hands, feet, fingers and toes. Each page had the appropriate space for the results. The nurses touching his body so intimately had Richard blushing profusely. Especially when the nurses measured his inside leg with the back of her hand brushing against his scrotum.

The warden already knew what the next page entailed and moved around the station so that she would get the best view. Because standing unaided was problematic they sat him on the examination couch for fingers and toes and then got him to lay back while they supported his leg. The final page was genitalia and Richard blushed to a deep red as one of the nurses took the glans of his penis between her finger and thumb and pulled the timid flesh upright being careful not to stretch it.

The nurses were all aware that a flaccid measurement had to be done first. Both girls looked down at his face with amusement as they took the measurement. Although Richard was not aware of it, the nurses were taking it in turns handling him. The more they looked at him the more they became aware of his perfect proportions and flawless skin. His facial good looks had been obvious as soon as he had neared the station. But the closer handling of his body had revealed the perfect symmetry of his form.

Richard felt his cheeks burning with shame as one of the two nurses cupped his scrotum and separated his testes before measuring the single teste with the vernier gauge. She then placed the gauge against the exact size orchidometer which gave her the volume. She kept an eye on his penis and saw that it was filling nicely. She smiled at her colleague as she asked. “Would you hold his penis out of the way while I take a second measurement, please.” Richard’s body jerked in response to the nurse’s gentle fingers as she lifted his turgid flesh. The nurse was content to watch it grow in her hand, until little by little it grew stiff, she used her thumbnail to score across the tip, goading it until it reared upright, finally standing vertical to his body. It began to throb which delighted the nurse whose turn it was with tape-measure.
All measurements were now complete and delightedly the nurses got him down from examination table and back on his crutches and sent him on his way with his penis fully erect and throbbing, to the next station which was the dentist’s chair.

TBC

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