Peter Sutton 10

By Max Shooter

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Peter Sutton 10

"MOM!!"

'What in the world?' Peter thought groggily as he found himself violently awakened. He was mortified to see Jenn and Gretchen staring at him from the foot of his bed, while their friend Megan was kneeling to the side of him, pumping what had become a very engorged boner.

"What's happening?" Peter asked in a daze of utter confusion.

"Come on, cuz, stop pretending like you were sleeping," Gretchen chided.

"No, I really was sleeping," Peter said, still only half awake.

Gretchen just chuckled incessantly as she watched her friend have a field day with Peter's morning wood.

Instinctively trying to free himself from the discomfort, Peter swatted Megan's hands away, causing her to fall over on the floor. And that was just as Aunt Pam entered.

"Peter! You are supposed to be grounded, young man!!" Aunt Pam shrieked.

"Wait. I didn't even... I was asleep," the half-awake Peter tried to explain himself.

Aunt Pam just sighed and turned to Jenn and Gretchen, "Girls, what happened?"

"While you were out gardening, Peter forced us to come in here; he said he wanted to show Megan a trick," Gretchen lyingly accused. "Then he lied down on his bed and got an erection. We told Megan she could explore it since he introduced it to her."

"WHAT??!" Peter screamed. "I was asleep! I just woke up like 5 seconds ago."

"Peter, I've been here for at least 20 seconds and you've been awake the whole time," Aunt Pam criticized, taking his statement ridiculously literally.

Peter looked at Jenn and Gretchen with the most incredulous glance ever, but that just caused them to chuckle even more.

"Aunt Pam, please..." Peter began to plead before being interrupted by the doorbell.

Aunt Pam sighed and grabbed Peter by the ear, forcing him into the living room with her. "Your grounding punishment is not over. I'm just keeping my eye on you while I deal with this," she said.

She opened the door to reveal an overweight, middle-aged black lady. "Good morning, Ms. Strath! Sorry to bother you but you know it's that time again. Just checking to see if you have a donation this month." Peter tried to be as inconspicuous as possible, but his curiosity caused him to peer a little closer to see the woman wearing a shirt with the logo of some kind of charity.

"Oh, my, who's your visitor?" the lady asked, fully turning 100% of her attention to naked Peter.

"Oh, that's my nephew Peter," Aunt Pam said with disdain.

"Let me go write a check for you," she said with sweetness returning to her voice as she walked down the hall.

With Aunt Pam out of sight, the lady stepped into the house and approached Peter, "Well hello there little guy. Aren't you handsome?" Peter looked to the floor as he began to blush.

"You know, I've got a grandson about your age who likes to run around naked all the time too. I think it's adorable," the lady continued to embarrass as she took note of his hairless groin.

"I don't like it," Peter said desperately. "You don't understand. I'm being forced to be naked."

Not paying any attention to him, the older lady just chuckled. "You little boys and your imaginations."

Before he could say anything else, Aunt Pam returned to hand over her monthly charitable donation, causing the lady to beam, "You are so wonderful. You know, some months it feels like we wouldn't even be able to open our doors if it weren't for you."

Turning to Peter, the lady remarked, "You're so lucky to have such a generous and supporting aunt. I wish I had a role model like that growing up." Peter couldn't believe that no one else in the world seemed to know who the real Aunt Pam was.

"You know, I was just telling him about my grandson," she turned her attention back to Aunt Pam.

"Oh, how is sweet little Christian doing these days anyway? How old is he now?" Aunt Pam asked.

"Almost seven!" the lady chirped. Peter couldn't believe his ears. Is that really how old she thought he was? "It's nice when they're so young and innocent, isn't it?"

"Well I know Christian is an angel, but unfortunately I'm not quite as lucky," Aunt Pam glared at Peter. "Peter here has been a real jerk ever since he got here, haven't you Peter?"

Peter just continued to stare at the floor, hoping the lady would just go away.

"Haven't you, Peter?" Aunt Pam repeated, but Peter remained silent. "Peter, what have I told you about being rude? We have a guest. Don't just look at the floor."

It took all of Peter's strength to raise his head and make eye contact with the overweight lady.

"I'm sorry," Peter mumbled.

"He never says it convincingly," Aunt Pam tutted.

"Oh honey, I know how they can be," the lady said as she playfully tossled his hair. "I think he's just shy. But he doesn't have anything to be shy about."

"Just look at that cute face, those short skinny legs," she observed before spinning him around. "And oh my, what a cute little butt." And without any hesitation, she reached down and started squeezing and rubbing his butt cheeks as though she owned them. Peter jumped and shouted "hey!" at the unexpected touch, but that only caused the lady to laugh.

"Stop encouraging him," Aunt Pam cautioned. "He actually got in trouble with the law yesterday."

"Oh, my, what happened?" the charity lady asked as she continued to play with Peter's butt.

"Peter, why don't you tell her?" Aunt Pam asked, causing the lady to spin Peter back around so she could hear his story.

"I, uh..." Peter stammered. What in the world was he supposed to say?

"Well, it was all just a big misunderstanding," he said trying to avoid any specific details.

"No, it was not a misunderstanding, young man!" Aunt Pam raised her voice, getting more and more angry that Peter never took responsibility for his actions.

"It's okay, honey, you can tell me," the lady tried to encourage.

"But...but...Aunt Pam, you never even let me tell my side of the story," Peter tried to reason. He began to pray that if he tried to sound like a victim to as many adults as possible, maybe just maybe one of them would take him seriously.

"Peter! How dare you... you know what? I'll be right back," Aunt Pam said as she stormed off.

The lady turned back to Peter and, with a markedly different tone, said, "Child, it's not polite to lie like that. If you don't learn to take responsibility for your actions, you're just going to keep finding yourself in more trouble. You really should learn from your aunt's example."

"Also..." she continued as her gaze fixated on Peter's throbbing penis. "When you grow up, you're going to learn that poking that thing out like that is rude."

Peter was beside himself. This lady hadn't even seen him do anything wrong and she was already condemning him. Then, out of nowhere, she started swatting at his boner, causing Peter to instinctively jump back in pain.

"Now, child, we need to get rid of that," the old lady declared as she reached out and again spanked his throbbing penis. And in fact, her actions were having the intended outcome -- Peter's raging erection was in fact beginning to subside.

Satisfied, the overweight lady pulled an old-school flip phone out of her purse and without even saying anything, started taking pictures of Peter. She spun him back around again and took several more snaps of him from behind, with more than a couple zoomed in on his "cute butt."

"Here, I've got some other stuff to donate this month," Aunt Pam said as she re-entered the room, carrying a large duffle bag.

The charity lady zipped it open and, to Peter's horror, he could see that it was all of his clothes!

"Aunt Pam, those are mine!" Peter exclaimed.

"Not anymore. These are going to go to little boys who really need them," Aunt Pam snapped back.

"Ms. Strath, I'm overwhelmed," the lady remarked as she began thumbing through the clothes. "Ralph Lauren...Lacoste...Nike shorts. These are going to make a bunch of my foster kids really happy."

"You know, we actually do accept underwear too," she added, noting the glaring omission. "Everything goes through a very thorough cleaning process."

"Oh, I know but unfortunately, Peter here hid his somewhere and then went through this whole game about it," Aunt Pam lamented. "I'm not even going to bother making a deal out of it, because that's what he wants me to do."

"Actually, we found them, mom!" a voice echoed from down the hall. Shortly thereafter, Gretchen appeared with the trash bag that Peter saw her carry outside earlier. She never actually threw them away.

"He put them in this trash bag and tried to hide them in our room," Gretchen said as she offered the bag over to the charity lady. That didn't make any sense, but nobody questioned the explanation.

Peter looked longingly as the lady held up pair after pair of his favorite boxers, most of them also from designer brands.

"Please, please don't take my boxers," Peter begged.

"Don't listen to him," Aunt Pam scolded. "Those needy kids deserve this much more than this little smart aleck."

The lady didn't argue. This was too good a donation to pass up.

"Isn't he a little young for boxers anyway?" she reasoned.

"Yeah, if anything, he needs diapers," Gretchen laughed, causing the lady and Aunt Pam to chuckle in response. Peter knew she was just trying to denigrate him but at this point he would have actually very happily worn diapers -- anything at all that would allow his genitals to be covered up.

"Well, I should be off. I've got a lot of other houses to hit up. But thank you so much for your generosity, as always," the lady exclaimed, giving Aunt Pam a big hug.

"And good luck with your... nephew," she said with derision as she left.

"Aunt Pam, that was really mean. Those were my clothes," Peter stressed.

"Peter! I am appalled at you. Those clothes are going to some very needy children," Aunt Pam remarked. "Children who aren't selfish and obnoxious like you. Besides, you already knew you were going to be naked for the rest of the time you're here, so there is no reason for you to make such a fuss."

"But they were my clothes!" Peter continued to mope.

"Listen, Peter, if it weren't for me you would be in jail right now, so all of this complaining had better stop right now," Aunt Pam said.

'At least in jail I wouldn't be naked,' Peter thought to himself.

"You know what? You need your pill," Aunt Pam declared as she went to grab the prescription bottle from the previous day.

She came back with a cup of water as Peter dutifully swallowed it. He was really hoping that one of these days, the pill would actually calm him down like it was supposed to (or so he thought).

"Now, it's time for your bath," Aunt Pam commanded as she began to lead him to the bathroom.

"Mom, can we help?" Gretchen smiled.

"Yeah, remember what Dr. Susan said? We own his penis so we should be the ones to wash it," Jenn posited as she entered the living room.

"That's a good point, Jenn," Aunt Pam said, wanting to be sure to follow the 'doctor's' advice to the letter.

"Tell you what -- why don't you girls give Peter his bath and let me know when you're done so I can inspect. I'll also want to supervise his one permitted 'spitting' for the day," Aunt Pam suggested.

"You know what that means, Peter: no spitting in the bath until I come there," Aunt Pam warned, causing Peter to gulp.

"What about Megan?" Jenn asked.

"Megan, do you want to help bathe Peter?" Aunt Pam bellowed down the hall. The chubby 10-year-old ran out with a huge grin on her face. As soon as Peter was in her range of view, all she did was stare at his penis.

"Thank you, girls! I'm going to go make a special breakfast to reward you for all you've done and all you've put up with recently," Aunt Pam said as she disappeared into the kitchen.

The girls eagerly led Peter into the bathroom and forced him into the tub as they began to fill it up with hot water.

Each girl grabbed a bar of soap and knelt down next to the tub as they began to scrub him from head to toe. Gretchen took extra delight in realizing that rubbing the soap on his nipples caused him to squirm more than his penis.

Somehow, his penis remained shriveled up during the initial scrubdown, much to the girls' dismay.

"Why isn't it all big and pointy like it was earlier?" Megan asked.

"Yeah, hey, since it's our penis now, shouldn't we get to decide when it's an erection and when it's not?" Jenn suggested. Her wording made Peter cringe at the continued realization how little she understood about his penis.

"Very good point, sis. Peter, you need to make it an erection." Gretchen commanded. "We need to make sure we wash the whole thing."

Yet again Peter was being asked to do the impossible, and he knew if he argued it would just make things worse.

So he offered the only thing he could think of: "Actually, can you wash my butt first?"

Hearing such a request actually come out of Peter's mouth caused all of the girls to giggle.

"Alright, Peter, if that's what you want," Gretchen commanded. "See how we always agree to what you want? You should be thanking us 24/7." Jenn knowingly laughed at that remark.

That sent Peter a little bit too far off the edge, so he just had to ask, "Seriously, why are you so mean to me? Like when you lied about coming into my room his morning."

But rather than even address his question, Gretchen shouted, "MOM! Peter's talking back to us!"

"Peter! I'm making breakfast. Can you behave for two seconds?!" Aunt Pam shouted back.

Peter glared at his cousin. He was speaking as normally and reasonably as possible. Gretchen just chuckled as if to say, "That's why."

"Now are you gonna turn around so we can wash your butt like you wanted?" Gretchen chided.

Peter dutifully obeyed. "Well, bend over..." Gretchen said with annoyance.

"Megan, you do the right cheek, I'll do the left, and Jenn, you can do the middle."

"Ewww. What if it's all gross?" Megan chuckled with fake concern. "Actually, I wanna do the middle."

"Alright; we'll all take turns," Gretchen offered as they all began to scrub away through fits of laughter.

Jenn began by using all of her might to jam her bar of soap inside him and scrub it up and down. On more than one occasion, she decided to reach under his legs and fondle his balls as well.

Megan was busting a gut laughing at the total control they had over this boy. Jenn and Gretchen smiled and reflected on how giddy they used to be "way back" when they were playing with naked Peter for the first time. Now it was just a daily routine.

Of course, all of the fondling and rubbing of his butt was having its intended impact on his puberty-driven hormones, combined with the Viagra, bringing his penis to its full raging state in no time.

There were a couple times when his butt involuntarily clenched, causing the girls to shout "Mmmommm!" or "Mrs. Strath!" But Aunt Pam was busy cooking so she just shouted back angry utterances at Peter.

After every girl had her turn at every butt position, Gretchen asked, "Alright; you think his butt is clean?"

"I think we should go a couple more times just to be sure!" Megan chuckled, causing the whole process to repeat itself until Megan was finally bored.

Of course, that was only the beginning. The real fun was about to begin as soon as they spun him around.

"Now that's more like it," Gretchen said as she grabbed hold of his fully excited penis.

The girls each began eagerly scrubbing his teenage knob as though their lives depended on it.

"This penis thing is a lot of fun," Megan giggled as she began to smack his dick with her bar of soap. "I wish I had one."

"What about Oliver?" Gretchen asked, referring to her friend's 14-year-old brother.

"Gretchen..." Megan blushed in response.

"Yeah, why not? Maybe we could convince your mom and dad to take him to Dr. Susan," Jenn chimed in. "She's the one who told Peter he didn't own his penis anymore. Maybe Olly can use some of the same treatment."

"Come on, you guys," Megan said shyly. "He's my brother."

"So? Don't you want another penis to play with? I'm king of getting bored of this one," Gretchen said while pawing at Peter's boner.

"I don't know. Maybe," Megan conceded.

"Well either way you can come over and play with ours any time you want," Jenn offered.

"That's so nice; thanks!" Megan beamed, not even thinking of recognizing Peter in any of this discussion.

Soon enough, the girls gave up any pretense of actually trying to bathe him and began just playing games with his penis -- smacking it side to side, wrapping it in soapy washcloths, and squeezing it as hard as possible.

"Girls, are you done in there?" Aunt Pam shouted from outside. "Breakfast is ready."

In an instant, all girls dropped their bars of soap on the floor and dashed out, not caring the least bit about leaving Peter soaped up with his boner raging with all its might.

As Aunt Pam walked into the bathroom, she picked up the stray bars of soap and looked at Peter standing up in the tub. She condemned, "Peter, your hair isn't even wet. What have you been doing in here?"

"Umm...they just spent the whole time playing with my butt and penis," Peter explained.

"Peter! What have I told you about saying stuff like that?" Aunt Pam reprimanded. "You were supposed to be getting a bath, not distracting the girls with that stuff."

Peter was beside himself. No matter what happened, Aunt Pam always found a way to make it sound like his fault.

"Well don't just stand there. Lie down in the tub and get your hair wet so I can wash it for you," Aunt Pam demanded.

Peter followed the instructions as Aunt Pam began to roughly lather some shampoo into his scalp, making it spill over into his eyes.

Aunt Pam then lifted him to his feet before he could wash the shampoo out of his eyes. Blinded, Peter could feel Aunt Pam roughly scrubbing his entire body up and down, sighing overly dramatically as though this was the worst thing she'd ever had to do.

Then suddenly he felt a cold liquid being drizzled on his penis. It must have been some kind of body wash. Aunt Pam scrubbed it in very forcefully, causing Peter to yet again be overcome by sexual arousal.

She spun him around and paid just as much attention to his butt, totally unaware of the very thorough job that the girls had just done.

Once she was satisfied that Peter was properly washed, she allowed him to clean his eyes and see again.

"Okay, now, Peter, if you want to 'spit,' this is your chance," Aunt Pam said nonchalantly.

Somehow, this made Peter feel even more embarrassed and self-conscious than any of the previous ordeals. The idea of jerking off right in front of his aunt somehow still seemed too uncomfortable.

"Ummm... actually I think I'm good," Peter said. His 13-year-old brain was still wired only to worry about the present, and at that moment he was only thinking about sparing the humiliation of doing something so personal in front of Aunt Pam.

"Peter, it's your decision," Aunt Pam reasoned. "But if you say no now, and then you 'spit' in front of the girls right after this, I'm going to be very upset."

Peter stammered, unsure exactly what to do. He suddenly realized that he was going to 'spit' no matter what happened, so he may as well do it now when it was sanctioned -- no matter how uncomfortable it would be.

"Well...... okay," Peter said quietly.

Aunt Pam was staring right at him silently, making Peter feel incredibly self-conscious. Nevertheless, it was still better than letting Jenn and Gretchen play with it as much as they wanted.

"Peter, I don't have all day! Just 'spit' and get it over with!" Aunt Pam exclaimed. Her complete lack of sexual understanding made her think she could legitimately get Peter to stop 'spitting' if she made him realize it wasn't just fun and games.

"Umm...can you maybe, like, turn around while I do it?" Peter asked meekly.

"Peter, stop! You haven't been shy about doing it in front of everyone before. Just 'spit,' please, and get it over with. I'm sick and tired of this," Aunt Pam said, making Peter feel even worse.

With that, Peter uncomfortably reached his hand over to his ridiculously raging erection and began pumping away. He closed his eyes as he tried to imagine himself in any other situation.

He felt himself involuntarily moan as he approached the point of no return, only to be smacked back to reality as Aunt Pam angrily yanked his hand away.

"Peter Sutton, what in the world are you doing?!?" Aunt Pam shrieked.

In a complete daze of confusion and sexual frustration, Peter tried to calmly explain, "I'm making it 'spit.'"

"Oh no you don't, young man! You either spit or don't spit. For heaven's sake, I'm your aunt!! You shouldn't be making those kinds of movements in front of me," Aunt Pam condemned.

Peter's head was spinning. Somehow this inappropriate situation was now his fault? "No, honestly, that's how I make it 'spit,'" Peter still tried to rationalize.

"Peter, enough! Stop acting like I'm stupid. You've been 'spitting' all over my house for days without doing that," Aunt Pam rationalized.

"But, that's what I've been trying to tell you. That's what Jenn and Gretchen have been doing to me and that's why I 'spit,'" Peter tried to explain even though he knew it was futile.

"Peter what in the world are you talking about?" Aunt Pam blew her lid at how insolent her nephew was continuing to act. "I can't even count how many times we've been over this. Stop blaming Jenn and Gretchen for your actions."

"But Aunt Pam..." Peter felt like he was going to cry.

"For crying out loud, I was trying to be a good aunt. I don't even know why I keep trying that. I'm too nice, I guess," Aunt Pam complimented herself. "You insist on 'spitting' all over the place, so I give you a place where you can do it and instead of thanking me, you go and do something so disgusting, I don't even want to talk about it anymore."

"For goodness sakes, Peter, I am so glad we have another appointment with Dr. Susan today," Aunt Pam continued her tirade. "I think there is something seriously wrong with you. I can't believe you would think it's okay to stand there and do that to your penis like that right in front of me -- your own aunt."

As Aunt Pam berated him, Peter kept waiting for his raging boner to go down. He wasn't the least bit aroused by the situation and he couldn't understand why it was still as massive and hard as ever.

Since he was still overcome by sexual frenzy, he decided that he was just going to finish the job and face the consequences later. After all, it was still better than getting in trouble for when his cousins made it happen.

So Peter quickly regained control of his throbbing erection and began pumping away as quickly as possible, only caring about satisfying his raging hormones. He knew it would only take a few more seconds.

But of course, Aunt Pam was quick enough to react yet again, this time even more forcefully grabbing his hands and yanking them out of the way.

"PETER!! Are you even listening to me?!" Aunt Pam brought him back to reality. "I can't believe how disgusting you are being."

With every sense of his being now focused on his sexual frustation, Peter simply pleaded, "Pleeease, Aunt Pam. Just let me finish. All I'm trying to do is 'spit' like you said I could."

"No, Peter! You blew it," Aunt Pam scolded as she continued to strengthen her grasp on Peter's hands. "From now on, no 'spitting,' ever. Not even in the bath. That's your fault. Okay?"

Peter couldn't think of a more unfair situation. He just stood there silently, still praying that his boner would subside any minute now.

With that, she yanked him out of the bathtub and grabbed a towel to roughly dry him off.

"No wonder 'Dr.' Susan prescribed that the girls own your penis now," Aunt Pam remarked, just as Jenn, Gretchen, and Megan emerged from the dining room. "They are so much more responsible with it than you are." Peter didn't think that was a fair comparison at all.

"Well, girls, Peter decided not to take advantage of his 'spitting' time and instead acted wildly inappropriately. So his bath spitting privileges are gone forever. We are going to need to come up with a new punishment if he ever violates this rule," Aunt Pam explained.

Jenn and Gretchen tried to look professional and understanding, but Megan couldn't refrain herself as she openly giggled.

"Mom, he's been waving that erection around for quite a while now. Should we use that new gel from Dr. Susan?" Jenn inquired.

"Yes, good idea, sweetie," Aunt Pam affirmed as she went to grab the lubricant disguised as a medical ointment.

"No, no, I'll just make it shrink if you don't touch it for a while," Peter begged. He didn't know what that gel stuff was and he didn't want it anywhere near his penis.

"Peter, if you don't want us to use the gel, then just make it shrink right now," Aunt Pam countered.

"Please, just give me, like, ten minutes," Peter pleaded.

"No, Peter, you get rid of your erection now, or we're putting the medicine from Dr. Susan on it," Aunt Pam declared.

"Aunt Pam, pleeease. Just don't let anyone touch it for, like, 10 minutes, and I promise...I'll make it shrink," Peter said desperately.

Aunt Pam expelled one of her usual overly dramatic sighs as she said, "Fine, Peter. But don't think for a minute that you're the one in charge here, okay? Once again I am just bending over backwards to try to be nice to you."

"So we don't get to touch it for 10 minutes?" Jenn moped.

"But it's our penis," Gretchen tried to reason.

"I know, girls," Aunt Pam sympathized. "But maybe if we just let him have his way, he'll start cooperating. I know it hasn't worked before, but after the police put him in his place last night, maybe just maybe some sense will get knocked into him."

"Okay..." Jenn and Gretchen pouted. They didn't like their access to Peter's penis being cut off. It belonged to them and Peter's selfish requests shouldn't matter. But they pretended to acquiesce for their mom's benefit.

"Now why don't we all just go see what's on TV?" Aunt Pam suggested. That was the best idea Peter heard so far.

Of course, they turned on some girly cartoon, but as long as no one was touching or talking about his penis, he felt completely relieved.

Unfortunately, after several minutes, he noticed his penis was still throbbing at maximum capacity. He didn't understand. He was legitimately not thinking about it, and usually by now, without any additional stimulation, it would have gone away. He had no clue it had anything to do with the 'relaxation pill' Aunt Pam gave him before his bath.

And perfectly on schedule, 10 minutes later, Aunt Pam declared, "Alright, Peter. We gave you 10 minutes. Get rid of the erection."

Peter panicked. He truly had no idea why his boner was still raging. "Ummm....can I just...10 more minutes, please?"

"No, Peter. Jenn, get the gel from the medicine cabinet," Aunt Pam commanded. Jenn bounced up and suddenly had no interest in the TV show.

"Aunt Pam, please, I don't know what stuff is," Peter said with extreme nervousness.

"Oh Peter, calm down. You don't get to have your cake and eat it too." Aunt Pam tried unconvincingly to reassure him.

"If you don't want it, then just make your penis shrink. I don't understand what the big deal is," Aunt Pam reasoned.

Peter knew he couldn't argue with Aunt Pam even though she had no clue how his body acually worked.

"I know, I know, you're still committed to this game where you have to pretend like you can't conrol your own penis," Aunt Pam accused. "Your life would be so much easier if you just stopped with that already."

Peter wanted so much to argue with her, but knew any attempts to do so would be futile.

Jenn emerged with the prescription bottle and started pouring it out into her hands.

"Wait, I wanna put some on too!" Gretchen declared as she covered her hands with the lubricant.

"You want some?" she asked, turning to Megan. The 10-year-old friend eagerly accepted.

Jenn then poured a small line of the substance directly on top of the intensely raging penis.

"You first, Gretchen," Jenn offered.

Gretchen smiled and immediately wrapped her lube-filled hand around Peter's shaft and stroked it up and down forcefully.

The mix of the lubricant and the effects of the Viagra still in full force caused volcanoes of hormones to erupt inside Peter, causing him to nearly collapse in ecstasy as he moaned uncontrollably. He never knew that there was such a substance that would feel so unbelievably arousing on his penis. He felt the inner churning happen almost instantaneously and within seconds, began squirting right into Gretchen's hand.

He didn't want to admit it, but the sensation was the most amazing thing he had ever felt. He allowed himself a couple seconds to just enjoy the feeling before he was brought back down to earth.

Trying to be as thorough as possible, Gretchen continued working the 'gel' into Peter's penis as it continued to shoot streams of sperm.

"PETER! For the love of..." Aunt Pam screamed. She couldn't believe her eyes. Not 5 minutes ago, she graciously gave Peter the opportunity to 'spit' on his own terms but he refused.

"That's it. Everyone in the car. We're going over to Dr. Susan's house right now!" Aunt Pam bellowed. She decided to drop Megan back off at her house along the way, but not before apologizing intensely for the way Peter had 'ruined' their sleepover.

When they arrived, 'Dr.' Susan began inwardly smiling at the fact that they were so much earlier than expected. She knew there must be a good story about what happened since yesterday.

And indeed, Aunt Pam fumed about all the trouble Peter had gotten into, warping every event into descriptions that made Peter seem as guilty and disgusting as possible.

Dr. Susan had a genuine look of concern when Aunt Pam mentioned the ordeal with the girl scouts and the police, as though perhaps her prescribed treatments went too far. But realizing that nothing serious came out of it, she relieved herself from any feelings of guilt and decided to continue to admonish Peter as the bratty teenage boy that he probably was.

"My goodness," Dr. Susan declared. "I can certainly understand why you wanted to rush over here this morning. Have you been giving him the 'relaxation' pills and the topical medicine for his penis?"

"Oh yes," Aunt Pam confirmed. "But I don't think he liked the gel very much. As soon as Jenn started rubbing it in, he decided to 'spit' all over her. I've never seen him spit so intentionally before."

Susan could barely contain her laughter as she tried to envision that scene. This was working even better than she expected.

"Oh dear, really?" Susan tried to say as professionally as possible.

"I guess that's basically the same thing as a little kid spitting out their cold medicine, right?" Aunt Pam asked, proud that she came up with such a good analogy.

Susan had to turn away to prevent busting a gut right there. She couldn't have come up with a more hilarious way to describe the situation.

Regaining her composure, "Dr. Susan" said, "Yes, exactly Pam. That's such a great analogy. What you need to do is just keep making sure he takes his medicine, or in this case making sure he lets you apply the gel to his penis."

"If he 'spits' because he doesn't like it, well then it's just up to you to make sure you rub some more on and if he keeps doing it then you can punish him for spitting," Susan rationalized.

"And that's the other thing," Aunt Pam continued. "I gave him an opportunity to 'spit' during bathtime. And he refused."

Peter finally decided to speak up: "But Aunt Pam..."

"Don't you 'but Aunt Pam' me," she condemned. "You want me to tell Dr. Susan about what you did in the bath?"

"Oh, dear, what happened?" Susan asked, on the edge of her seat.

"Oh, nothing. I don't want to embarrass Peter too much," Aunt Pam said.

'Since when?' Peter thought to himself.

But Dr. Susan had to know. "It's okay. This is a safe place. Tell me what happened."

"Well, alright..." Aunt Pam continued. "While I was giving him his bath, he... he started... doing things with his penis."

Jenn and Gretchen looked on with wide eyes. They were both jealous that they didn't get to witness whatever Aunt Pam was talking about.

"What do you mean?" Dr. Susan asked, trying to contain her laughter.

"I can't even..." Aunt Pam said with disgust. "Peter, show her."

Peter was dumbstruck. He couldn't possibly move.

"Oh, now all of the sudden, he's so shy," Aunt Pam condemned.

"He wasn't so shy in the bath when he grabbed his penis, right in front of me, and started...going to town," Aunt Pam explained.

"You mean he was playing with his penis?" Dr. Susan asked, thoroughly enjoying how humiliating this was for Peter.

"Yes! Right in front of me. I mean, what kind of boy does that right in front of his own aunt? Is there something seriously wrong with him?" Aunt Pam asked with concern.

"This is certainly cause for concern," Dr. Susan played along, turning her attention to Peter.

"Now Peter, you need to understand that that kind of behavior is highly inappropriate," Dr. Susan said in her clinical voice.

Peter's head was spinning. He knew this whole situation was ridiculously unfair but he needed to figure out a way to make that clear to everyone without further implicating himself.

"But..." Peter muttered. "But then...how come everyone else gets to play with it?"

Dr. Susan went quiet for a minute, realizing that there was in fact a double standard.

Luckily for her, Aunt Pam, who had no such qualms about double standards, jumped in with an explanation.

"Peter, no one else is 'playing' with your penis! Jenn and Gretchen are just curious. Or they're helping you by putting on suntan lotion or giving your a bath. That is *completely* different than what you were doing in the bathtub. Besides, in case you forgot, it's not your penis anymore. It belongs to Jenn and Gretchen now, and your little demonstration this morning proves why that's such a good idea," Aunt Pam remarked.

Dr. Susan was thoroughly pleased with that explanation. "Well said, Pam," she enthused.

"So, as you can see, I'm running out of options here, Susie," Aunt Pam replied. "Please tell me you were able to get something to help with his 'spitting.'"

"Yes, I was able to get something, but like I said it's only a temporary solution," Dr. Susan said as she went back to another room.

In the meantime, Jenn and Gretchen decided it was time to resume playing with Peter's genitals. Since some effects of the earlier Viagra were still lingering, it didn't take long for another erection to begin to form.

Peter tried to look incredulously at Aunt Pam, hoping to make her realize how unfair it was to condemn Peter for touching his own penis, when Jenn and Gretchen were now literally doing the exact same thing.

But instead, Aunt Pam looked on and smiled at the fact that her sweet innocent daughters were becoming more and more accepting of male anatomy.

Peter couldn't resist: "Look, Aunt Pam, they're playing with it just like I was. Why is it so wrong when I do it?"

"Peter, haven't you been paying attention at all?" Aunt Pam admonished. "It belongs to them. They can do whatever they want with it." Jenn and Gretchen smiled ear to ear.

Peter just stood there fuming, unable to cope with the complete unfairness of this situation.

Dr. Susan then emerged with what appeared to be three tiny black rings. Peter looked at them with complete and utter confusion, and an understandable sense of fear knowing that whatever they were, they were going to have something to do with his penis.

"Have you ever seen one of these before?" Susan asked Aunt Pam as she let her examine the stretchy silicone rings.

"Can't say that I have," Aunt Pam said with confusion as she played with each ring, bending and stretching them as she tried to mentally figure out their purpose.

"Well, then, this will be a learning experience for everyone," Susan remarked as she turned her attention to Peter.

Jenn and Gretchen weren't really paying attention to Dr. Susan. They were busy playing with Peter's penis and balls as usual.

Aunt Pam tried to get them to focus. "Jenn, Gretchen, girls, Dr. Susan has something to show us."

The girls reluctantly gave up their genital play and turned to Susan.

"This will just take a minute, girls. Truse me, I think you'll have fun with this," Susan said sweetly as she handed them one of the penis rings. Jenn and Gretchen curiously took turns stretching it and wondering what it was.

"What is this for?" Gretchen asked plainly.

"Well, I'll show you," Susan replied with a smile. Without even saying anything to Peter, she grabbed his erection and began casually stroking it to confirm that it was good and hard.

And then, she expertly took her penis ring and stretched it so that it could enwrap Peter's engorged organ. Using both hands, she slid it on until it was all the way at the base of the shaft, and then slowly let go, letting it wrap tightly around his boner.

Jenn and Gretchen (and Aunt Pam) were enthralled by the demonstration, still not completely understanding what was going on. Peter, meanwhile, was looking down at his penis with utter terror. He could feel definite friction at the base of his penis and had no clue what was happening.

Susan then unabashedly began stroking Peter's erection again, to confirm the effectiveness of the ring.

Content with her demonstration, Susan turned to the girls and Aunt Pam, and explained, "I don't know if you girls have ever had a dog, but sometimes when a dog gets out of control, you have to put a muzzle on it to prevent it from doing bad things like barking or biting."

"Yeah, remember, I think Joanne's dog had something like that?" Jenn asked, turning to Gretchen. Joanne was one of their mutual friends from school.

"Yeah, like the thing you put over its mouth, right?" Gretchen asked Dr. Susan.

"Yes, exactly!" Susan was pleased that the girls understood her reference.

"Well, this is basically a muzzle for Peter's penis. When you slide it on around the base like I've just done," Susan explained, giving herself a moment to point to the penis ring and then give Peter's boner a few more strokes to emphasize her point, "It will help prevent him from spitting."

"So he'll never 'spit' as long as he's wearing that?" Aunt Pam asked optimistically. "Why can't we just keep it on all the time?"

"Well, there are a couple things," Susan said, wishing she could just see what happens if Peter had to wear his penis ring 24/7, but also knowing that doing so would actually be dangerous. She got a real kick out of putting Peter into humiliating situations, but not to the point of actually harming him.

"First off, just to clarify, these won't 100% prevent him from spitting. It will just make it more difficult for him to do so."

"But also, you shouldn't use it for more than an hour or two at any given time. It's just not meant to be used that long," Susan explained.

"Why not?" Gretchen asked.

Susan needed to find a way to answer everyone's questions without making anyone sound too alarmed. If she used phrases like "it could cause nerve damage" or something similar, it might make everyone too afraid to use it. And she really wanted to hear the stories of what new humiliations this would cause for Peter.

"That's just the way it was designed, sweetie," Susan responded. "It's only meant to be a temporary solution."

"That makes sense," Aunt Pam accepted Susan's explanation.

"Well why don't we stop talking about it and let you girls see it for yourself?"

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