Her Brother's Keeper

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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I guess I went too far when I slipped out at night and joined Charlie and his older brother Peter. We “borrowed” their neighbor’s car to do a little joy riding. Unfortunately, the police didn’t see it that way when they stopped us for speeding. Fortunately, nobody was hurt and the car wasn’t even damaged.

I might have gotten off with a lighter sentence if this were the first time I was in the courtroom. I was a frequent visitor on a number of charges from breaking and entering, trespassing, vandalism, underage drinking and get this – violation of the town ordinance on noise abatement after hours. Why do volume knobs go that high if they weren’t intended to be used?

My choices were confinement (Juvenile Hall) or undergo psychiatric evaluation. I had to undergo at least 9 months’ worth of evaluation and make “satisfactory progress” or I’d wind up in jail. Of course my mom opted for sending me to the shrink.

I won’t forget that first visit; it was so embarrassing. It was a family meeting including my mother and sister. The shrink, Dr. Amy Amundsen, talked mainly with my mother. She explained that for the rest of the sessions, she would be working primarily with me, but consulting with my mother after each session.

Mom portrayed my life in not too glowing terms. “I don’t know what’s wrong with Greg. Ever since his dad died, he’s become more and more rebellious. He used to be a good student in school and now he’s failing most of his courses and skips classes about as much as he attends them.

He’s constantly fighting with his younger sister. He hangs out with questionable company – I think they goad him into doing a lot of the things he does.

He masturbates incessantly …”

That was too much. I had to interject, “MOM!”

“Well, it’s true. Not only do I see the stains in the laundry, but I’ve caught you doing it. Even Emily’s caught you.”

“Well, you guys could knock, you know. I deserve my privacy.”

“I’m sorry, Greg, but you were not supposed to be doing it.”

My sister put in, “I didn’t know what you were doing, and haven’t I been knocking ever since? It was gross. I don’t want to see you do it again.”

I doubted the veracity of my sister’s statement. She’s a sneaky little bitch always trying to play up her role as a sweet, little innocent 11-year-old girl. She’s very good at “flying under the radar” while mom’s keeping her eye out on me. I know she blabbed everything to her girlfriends. She probably took great pride in telling them how she caught her big brother naked with his hand on his penis.

However, I did get caught and on the occasions when mom or my sister did catch me, I did a quick cover up. But still it’s embarrassing and we certainly don’t need to air the family dirty laundry in front of a stranger.

“Fair enough,” mom said. “But that filth you look at when you do it. You shouldn’t be looking at that stuff. Even grown-up men should not be looking at that stuff. Least of all a 14-year old boy like you. It’s unrealistic, it’s perverted, it will give you the wrong ideas, especially about women.”

Dr. Amundson interrupted, “OK, fine. We can have this discussion at a later time.

It’s perfectly natural for a teenaged boy to masturbate. Nearly every boy does it. I’d be concerned if you didn’t masturbate. As long as it isn’t excessive, it’ probably even healthy.”

“Oh great!” I thought. Here’s a woman who probably don’t know shit what it’s like to be a boy, spouting this crap to my mom and sister.”

“Now as to whether what fantasy materials you masturbate to is appropriate, is a topic we will discuss in future sessions.

At the moment, we need to get the general picture.

Ms. Baker, would you please continue.”

I felt crushed. Here my most intimate secret was exposed and tossed aside casually. I did not look forward to discussing my masturbation habit and jerk off fantasies with this woman. I was totally humiliated first by my mother who exposed the secret, and then by the doctor who treated it as casually as whether or not I washed my hands after going to the bathroom. My sister even made her own contribution to my embarrassment by remaining silent but giving me that “I got you now” smirk she gets whenever she gets the better of me. I know she’ll be flashing it at me from now on.

Mom went on explaining the various misdeeds I’ve done. She had quite a list, and did not have to go back too far to generate it.

Mom reeled off misdemeanor after misdemeanor. Even I was surprised. I couldn’t deny any of it. I did do all those deeds and in such a short time. I never stopped to think about it.

The doctor turned to my sister and asked, “And what do you have to say?”

Emily was shy to start but with some prodding from the doctor, told her story, “Greg used to be a great brother, he used to be nice to me and my friends but then something happened. I don’t know what it was, but now he’s mean all the time. I hate him!”

“How would you like your old brother back? Could you like him then?”

“Yeah sure.”

“Well, that’s what we’re all here for. To put Greg back on track.

How about the time you caught your brother masturbating? Do you want to talk about it? We can talk about it here and now or I can talk with you privately.”

“I’ll talk now. There’s really not a lot to say. I went in to see if I could borrow his charger for my phone. Mine’s broken. And there he was with his pants pulled down, looking at a picture of a man and woman on the computer and the man was licking at her vagina.

Greg had his hand on his penis and it was big and hard. I didn’t get to see it real well because he covered it up with his hands and he yelled at me to get out.”

It was not a totally accurate description. Based on how far into my room she was standing, she had obviously opened the door quietly and crept in. I have no idea how long she had been standing there watching me until I noticed her.

“And how did you feel about it?”

“It was kind of gross. I felt kind of bad for him. It must be embarrassing to be caught doing that.”

Mom interrupted, “I had to have a talk with Emily about that. There were a couple of things that I wasn’t quite ready to explain to her yet but I was forced to deal with the situation her brother inflicted on her.”

“That’s OK, Ms. Baker. I’m sure you did the right thing.

So how do you feel about it now? Are you traumatized, do you have bad dreams or anything?”

“No. I’m OK with it. Mom told me the same thing you just said. It’s something that boys just do.”

“Rest assured, we’ll be managing all of your brother’s habits. I’m sure he’s not a bad boy and with the proper guidance and treatment, we can turn him into a proper gentleman.”

Gee, it’s so nice that all these bitches are interested in turning me back into some feminist’s concept of a nice boy.

“There’s one more thing,” the doctor said to my mom. “If I have to prescribe any medication for Greg, I’m going to have the results of a physical. When did Greg have his last physical?”

“About two years ago.”

“I’m afraid that’s not good enough. Who’s your doctor.”

“Robert Miller.”

“Didn’t he retire?”

“Yes, that’s why everyone is behind in their physicals.”

“I can get you in with Dr. Mary Parkens. She’s just down the hall.”

“I’d like that.”

Dr. Amundsen pushed a button on her phone. “Marge, can you give Dr. Parkens a call and see if you can schedule a physical for Greg?”

A couple of minutes later the phone on the desk buzzed. The doctor answered it. “OK, great. Let me ask.”

“Turning to my mom she said, “Dr. Parkens had a cancellation. She’s available at 2 PM if you are interested.”

Mom was interested. “Sure that gives us time to squeeze in lunch after we get out of here.

-=o=-

Lunch was not a happy affair. Even though we went to one of my favorite burger places and there were a couple of cute girls there, I just didn’t feel like eating. I certainly didn’t feel good about returning to the medical center, the “scene of the crime” for my physical.

We arrived early to meet with the office staff and fill out all the paperwork. We also had another “family meeting” with a nurse who took our medical histories. The only embarrassment for me was that mom volunteered that I was into puberty. Surprisingly, so was my sister. This amazed me: I didn’t wet cum until well after I was 12, and she’s having her period already at 11! At least there was no mention of my masturbation habits.

We were then called to meet the doctor. It might have been easier if Dr. Parkens was a man or even an old hag. The problem was that she was a very attractive woman.

I had seen her when we first arrived at the office and thought she was a very cute teenaged volunteer: she didn’t look her age.

I knew that with college and medical school and all that she had to be close to 30 at least, but she looked half that age. If I had met her anywhere else, I would have hit on her.

The doctor introduced herself and made sure she had her records straight. She then explained to my mother, “I’m going to give Greg a complete physical. Since he is a minor, according to state law, I need a witness. I can call in one of the nurses to do this, or you can witness the exam. He might be more comfortable with you rather than a stranger.”

“I’ll stay,” mom said, and before my sister could also volunteer her services as a witness, mom added, “Emily, why don’t you go out in the lounge and wait for us.”

My sister left trying to hide her disappointment.

“I’ll be back in a moment. In the meantime, strip to your shorts and put this robe on.”

I felt funny taking off my clothes in front of my mother. I was glad I didn’t have to take off my underpants. Putting on the robe didn’t help much. It was totally open in the back.

The doctor came back and examined my body. For the most part, it was routine with her checking out eyes, ears, nose, throat and feeling for lumps and bumps from neck down to toes. For this she made me take off the robe and lie down on the table. I felt more exposed and it was having its effect on me. I felt more vulnerable and more controlled.

I was beginning to feel aroused with this very pretty woman touching me even though in “ordinary” places on my body. I was beginning to get an erection and, for at least one time in my life, at a time when I least wanted one.

Then the part that I was fearing came. “Stand up and drop your underpants,” the doctor said with the same calmness that my mom might have said, “Pass the salt, please,” at the dinner table. I wonder how many men and boys have been naked in front of this woman before.

I could feel myself blushing as I disrobed. Soon I was completely naked except for underwear draped around my knees. I was naked in front of two fully-clothed women. I tried to rationalize that one was my mom and the other was a professional but what came through was two clothed females, one naked male.

Although I didn’t like to admit it, CFNM was one of my favorite fantasies. It gave me tremendous hard-ons and was exceptionally satisfying to jerk off to. But I never wanted to do it “for real.” Yet, here it was, happening to me.

That was all it took to get my penis to full hardness. I blushed even deeper as I heard my mom gasp.

The doctor re-assured her, “Don’t worry about it, it happens a lot with my male patients. It actually makes it easier for me. I don’t have to ‘skin them back’ to check the skin on the shaft.

And at least I don’t have to ask questions about erectile dysfunction.” She concluded with a girlish giggle. At this point I was convinced that she truly was a 15-year-old girl masquerading as a doctor.

Despite its fully-exposed and erected state, she could not examine it without touching it. I never had a girl touch me there before although I’ve often fantasized about it.

It was as she moved her fingers off my penis and started handling my balls that it happened. For all the world, I didn’t want it to happen, but it did: I came.

I just didn’t cum. I came with full force and a flood of volume. “Oh my God,” I heard mom say.

I just blushed and lowered my head. This was total humiliation.

The doctor was very understanding. She said, “Don’t worry about it. You’re not the first teenaged boy who ejaculated in this office involuntarily. It’s messy, but it tells me that that part of you works just fine.

Here’s some wipes. Clean yourself up. I’ll wash up and change gloves. I still have some more things to do. Don’t worry about the stuff on the floor,” she said dropping some paper towels over it, “The staff will clean it up. Just be careful not to step in it.”

It felt funny wiping the cum off my ultra-sensitive penis with the cold, alcohol-soaked wipes. I knew that I was going to have to walk out of that room past the staff and that they were going to have to come in and clean up my mess and know what I had just done. I hoped I never had to come back.

As the doctor was cleaning up, she explained, “Don’t worry about the premature ejaculation. As I said, it happens. Some of it is the novelty of the experience. Some of it is that you are 14 years old. It may actually get worse before it gets better, but as you get older you’ll have more control.

I understand that you are a patient of Dr. Amundsen. If necessary, she can counsel you if it becomes a problem. I, or any other medical doctor, can also help. My specialty isn’t urology, but I can recommend a good urologist should the need arise.

But I’ll give you this piece of advice. When the time comes and the moment is right – as the commercial says – use a condom and use one with a desensitizing agent inside it.”

Oh great, one more woman talking about my sex life.

What came next wasn’t a lot of fun either. It started with the doctor saying. “Bend over and hold onto the edge of the table. Try to relax.”

I’ve learned that bowel movements are easier if I relax. That works very well for things going out. I’ve never experienced something going in. Not even a rectal thermometer.

My rectum nearly convulsed when her fingertip touched it. “Just relax and it won’t hurt. You’ll feel a little bit of pressure and a slight discomfort, but it will be over in about 10 seconds.

Just be glad I’m a woman. Most male doctors have thicker fingers.”

Her finger made it past the sphincter and I had to admit, it was not as bad as I thought it would be. As she felt her way around inside me, she landed on my prostate. She said, “This is your prostate gland. I’m telling you this so you’ll know what to tell a doctor if you should ever feel pain in this area. I’m just checking to see if it is enlarged.”

She felt around it and I had mixed feelings about it. First of all, there was the feeling of being totally violated and there was the full feeling of discomfort of which the doctor advised, but there was also this pleasant feeling that radiated from the gland to my penis. I had just cum and very powerfully. There should be nothing left in there, yet I managed to trickle out just a bit of precum.

It scared me a bit on how much power a woman can have over my body. My most sexually intimate functions of my body were completely in control of this woman. She literally had my entire male essence on her fingertip.

She withdrew and I actually felt a slight sense of loss along with sense of relief. She handed me another wipe. “Clean yourself up and get dressed.” Those were the best words I heard all day.

She left and an assistant knocked and came in shortly thereafter with cleaning supplies. This was the “staff” who was sent to clean up my mess. The woman took a look at the mess on the floor and then looked at me. I could not deny it. I was the only one in the room with a penis, so it had to be my mess.

A nurse also stuck her head in the door and told us to come with her. She handed us some paperwork and pointed towards the lab. The assistant there handed me a cup and pointed to the bathroom. “Please read the instructions on the paper and go in there and give us a urine sample.” I wondered if my cum clogged plumbing would invalidate the test. Fortunately for me, ejaculation causes urination: I always have to go after having a cum. First, I cleaned it again with an alcohol wipe and then I peed normally for a couple of seconds to clear out the tubes and then took aim at the cup.

I know that from now on, every time I use an alcohol wipe, I’m going to think of this humiliating experience. What’s worse is that my sister uses them all the time to clean her glasses.

I then went and sat down and waited to have my blood drawn. Once again, an alcohol wipe. How many gallons of alcohol does this office go through in a day?

I rejoined my mother and sister in the waiting room. My sister greeted me with her smirk. I was just glad that she didn’t witness my humiliation in the exam room and for whatever negative thoughts I had of my mother, I knew she wouldn’t tell her. Even though I was sure my sister didn’t know and would never know what went on in there, I knew. It made me uncomfortable to be around her. In fact, I became a bit more leery about the whole female gender in general.

We checked out and went home. I logged into my computer and browsed to one of my favorite sites. I logged off. I was not in the mood to masturbate.

-=o=-

It was only my mom and me at the next session with Dr. Amundsen.

“I got the results back from Dr. Parkens. The good news is that Greg is a perfectly healthy boy. His blood sugar level was a bit elevated, but I understand that he had just eaten, so that’s not an issue.

Every other vital sign and test is on perfect target for a boy of his age.

Dr. Parkens also put in her notes about his ‘accident.’ Medically, that’s not a big deal, but it’s an important point for me to know.”

Great! Now Doc Shrink knows all about it. It’s a good thing I know that her eyes are blue, because I’ll never be able to look at them again. I felt like I was turned inside out and totally exposed to this woman.

“I’d like to put Greg on a medication called Puericil. It’s been on the market for several years now and is very efficient at combatting aggression in young males.

It helps make them less agitated.”

“I’m not sure I want Greg on drugs,” mom said. “He has trouble focusing as it is.”

“Actually, the drug increase focus by attenuating his agitation. I think this drug will help him make the progress he needs as ordered by the court. He’ll need to take it throughout the program and I recommend it until he turns 18.”

“Tell me more about it. What are the side effects?”

“It works on the central nervous system and targets certain centers in the brain. The good part about it is that drowsiness is not a side effect. In fact, he’ll be more alert and focused: more like a girl of his age. Studies show that 14-year-old girls can be the most alert humans on the planet when they are not distracted by other things. The medication helps by making distractions less attractive.

It does inhibit the production of testosterone, which will affect muscle growth, secondary hair growth including pubic hair and other secondary sexual characteristics. However, none of this will have a negative effect on his health. He’ll just be a bit slower in his development as compared to boys not on the drug.

The medication’s most significant effects are psychological. It raises the tolerance threshold on the things your son currently finds irritating. His reaction will be inclined to think things through rather than act out physically.

Another side effect is a lowering of his libido. He won’t be as tempted to masturbate as much as he has in the past. He will still be capable of having an erection and ejaculating, but he’ll have less of an inclination to do so. So it will be a big step in solving that problem.

There are versions of the drug spiked with erection-invoking additives to compensate for this, but in Greg’s case, I don’t think they are necessary. There is a version with erection inhibitors, but I don’t think we need to go there yet. Let’s just try the basic drug and see where that takes us.

For a lot of boys, Puericil lessens their sense of modesty. This can be a great aid in nudity therapy.”

“Nudity therapy?”

“It’s a fairly recent treatment. It helps boys overcome their arrogance and mistaken sense of male supremacy through exposure to others: first adults, especially female adults, but gradually younger and younger women and girls even girls younger than he is.

Both you and Emily can be an essential part of this therapy.”

I started to jump out of my seat. There was no way I was going to let a girl see me naked, not unless she’s naked too. Mom grabbed my arm and restrained me. “Let the doctor finish,” she said.

Turning back to the doctor, she said, “But Emily’s just a little girl.”

“She’s 11 and that’s old enough. From my conversations with her, she’s a very mature 11 and should handle the responsibilities well.

You’d be surprised what kids today already know about the opposite gender. Girls are particularly quick on the uptake. Boys concentrate too much on the sex things. As soon as they start putting two and two together, hormones take over and they are jerking off. It happens even to adult men all the time.

Most girls see these treatments as a duty: a responsibility to the boy in her life who needs this kind of attention. It may be a very fun duty for her to carry out, but girls do take it seriously and are genuinely interested in their male charges.

It will be a good experience for Emily as well She’ll grow into a more confident adult.”

“Isn’t that incest?”

“Not at all. There’s nothing sexual about it. It’s simply male nudity and female control.”

“What makes you think Greg will listen to her. She’s his younger sister.”

“Well, that brings up the final side effect of the drug: submissiveness. The drug makes boys very accepting of suggestions, particularly suggestions from females. The same factor that inhibits his urge to masturbate also turns on his urge to serve and please females.

There have been documented cases where boys were actually afraid of females and were literally brought to tears by a frown of disapproval from a little girl. That kind of reaction is exceptionally rare and reversible.

That’s the reason Puericil can only be prescribed by a psychiatrist; it causes a lot of personality changes that need to be monitored. The changes are mostly positive, but they need looking after nonetheless.”

“Well, if you’re sure it will work.”

“It’s effective in well over 90% of the cases. It will fast-track Greg to recovery and removal of the court order. Knowing that the boy is on Puericil has led many judges to limit the sentence to the minimum.”

“OK, we’ll do it.”

“There’s one more thing.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s about Greg’s masturbation problem.”

Oh great! Now my masturbation is a “problem.”

“As I mentioned before it’s usually not a problem with boys masturbating. Almost every boy does it. It becomes a problem when it’s excessive or improperly intentioned.

It’s one thing to jerk off to a fantasy about getting to first base with the head cheerleader, but masturbating to the wrong kind of pornography gives boys the wrong impression about sex and its role in female-male relationships.

To make sure that that kind of pornography is no longer satisfying to him, I’m going to recommend a chastity device.

He can look at all the pornography he wants, but won’t be able to do anything about it. Without the pleasurable feedback from masturbation, porn soon loses its appeal.

Not only will it prevent him from masturbating while looking at inappropriate material; it will keep him from masturbating, period. His masturbation will be limited to when the keyholder decides it should happen.”

“Keyholder?”

“Yes, the keyholder is the person who holds the key to the lock on the chastity device. She’s the one to determine when the boy will be locked up or free. To be effective, the boy should be locked up at all times except when supervised.”

“I don’t know …”

“Don’t worry about it. I have some literature here on it and some ads for some devices. You may be able to find cheaper devices, but this is one item that you don’t want to skimp on. I’ve provided information on only high-quality devices. Male chastity devices come in three basic types: metal, plastic and silicone rubber. Personally, I recommend the rubber. I’m told that they are more comfortable.

Now I know that this is a lot of information to process at one time. Read the materials and take time to digest the information.

Also, you don’t have to do this alone, I can recommend a consultant, a former patient of mine, who knows all about these things. I’ll give you her number and you can call her to make an appointment. Don’t be alarmed when the phone is answered. Yes, she works at a “sex” shop. Just ask for Tracy. They sell the devices there as well, but ordering on line is cheaper.

She can explain to you how the devices work, how to put them on and take them off and what to look for on Greg’s penis in the way of potential problems. She even does “fittings” meaning that she’ll show you how to use it, not just tell you how to use it.

Normally, I send my adult patients to her shop but since Greg is a minor, you’ll have to make arrangements for her to do it elsewhere. I think her “fee” for the session is $25.

Unfortunately, neither the device nor the fitting is covered under insurance.”

“You’re sending me and my son to someone who works in a sex shop?

“I know it sounds strange, but I have to deal with a number of patients with different issues.

One woman brought her son here because she caught him trying on his older sister’s clothes.

I convinced her that cross-dressing is fairly common in pre-teen boys and that although she shouldn’t encourage it, she shouldn’t inhibit it either. The boy is merely experimenting with his sexuality. He’ll sort it out eventually and probably even outgrow it. Nonetheless, his sister deserves her privacy so I recommend that he get his own wardrobe.

I also have a 30-year-old man who is undergoing a sex change operation. He hasn’t actually undergone the surgery yet, but he does have to live as a woman for an extended period to see how he can deal with it. He needs his own wardrobe too.

So I’ve made contact with several shops and sales clerks who don’t mind selling women’s garments to men with full knowledge of their purpose. You’d be surprised at how many clerks out there are sympathetic to the transvestite and transgender cultures. They don’t ask any questions and often give fashion tips on their own. One of the clerks told me, ‘a sale is a sale, and if I can sell a scarf or a purse to go with an outfit, so much the better.’

In this business, I have to make a number of unconventional contacts. Tracy is actually a very nice woman once you get to know her.”

Mom was convinced, “OK, sign us up.”

What’s this “us” shit. I didn’t agree to take any drugs. I certainly didn’t agree to have my dick locked up whatever that is. But I’m a minor and under a court order, so I don’t have a say in this at all. I think I’d rather be in jail than to go through this shit, but I don’t get a say in that either.

“Good,” I’ll fill out a prescription. The first three doses should be given as a shot every other day. There are a couple of nurses on Dr. Baker’s staff that can do that on a walk-in basis. After that one pill orally per day should be sufficient.

We’ll keep track and adjust the dose of if needed up upgrade him to suppository or injection.”

“When do we start.”

The doctor handed her two pieces of paper. “Take this one to the pharmacy to get the pills. Take this one down to Dr. Baker’s office. Greg can get his first shot on the way out. It shouldn’t take more than 5 minutes.

-=o=-

I felt like a condemned man walking the last mile to the gallows as I walked through the hall down to Dr. Baker’s office. It didn’t help that the woman who cleaned up my “involuntarily donated sperm sample” from my physical was tidying up the waiting room.

I will say this: the time to my execution was short. I heard my name called. I went into a room, rolled up my sleeve, got wiped down with another of those damned alcohol wipes and it was over. I didn’t even feel it.

I didn’t feel anything at first, but after a while I began to feel calm and relaxed. It was a nice feeling. I didn’t get the dizzy feeling like I got that time I had those beers. It just seemed to take the “edge” off things.

Maybe it also gave me more confidence. It wasn’t a good day for me with all that talk about the drug and nudity therapy and having my dick locked up and all the other crap Dr. Shrink said I might have to go through, but I wasn’t as afraid of it as I was before.

Mom stopped at the drug store on the way home to get the prescription filled and took the opportunity to do some shopping. Normally I don’t like shopping with mom. It’s boring. It was still boring, but I didn’t seem to mind.

We got to my aunt’s house to pick up my sister where she reported after school. My aunt gave me a hug and a kiss to which I normally objected, but I accepted it with grace this time.

Emily tried to goad me with, “So how things go at the shrink?”

My immediate reaction was to tell her to fuck off, but I thought better of it and said, “It was OK.” It diffused the situation. If her taunting isn’t going to get a reaction, she’ll probably give up. I could use a sister that wasn’t a thorn in my side all the time.

It was a big day for me and I was worn out. I didn’t even feel the urge to surf for some more porn on the web. For some reason it just didn’t appeal to me today. So being bored, I did something else, homework! Dr. Shrink was right. The drug did help with concentration. I was able to focus on the work and had the tenacity to hang with the task until I got it done.

I didn’t know what was happening. Life was happening and I was just going through the motions, phoning it in. Yet somehow I didn’t care. It was a bit scary, but I seemed calm enough to accept it.

I never thought I’d like being on a sedative, but this stuff was good.

-=o=-

My next trip to Dr. Amundsen wasn’t as bad. I was already finished with my shots and just started taking the pills.

I spent most of my time talking with her alone without mom being there. Mostly we talked about school and my friends and how I felt about them.

We also talked about mom and my relationship with her. I told her that I though mom was a bit of a control freak and had to let go a bit. She was interfering too much in my life. I didn’t get to do the things I wanted like my friends do. I don’t want them to think I’m a mama’s boy.

Other than that, she’s really OK for a mom.

We also talked about how I got along with my sister. To tell the truth, I like my sister. She’s a nice kid. I pick on her a lot, but that’s because she’s *my* sister. I feel a bit possessive of her. I can pick on her, but woe to anyone else who does.

When confronted with some of the things I did to her over the past year, I had to admit that some of them were excessive and I felt guilty about them. I’d take most of them back if I could.

I was waiting for some of the “shrink stuff” to happen. You know, the ink splotches, laying on the couch, telling her about my dreams and all that stuff. We just sat there and mostly talked. Sometimes the doc would ask me a question to keep the conversation going but mostly she let me talk. I wasn’t used to having girls listen to me.

The more I talked, the easier it was to talk. Maybe that was another effect of the drug.

Thankfully, there was no talk about sex or masturbation.

The session was over a lot quicker than I expected. She called my mother in.

“Greg is making good progress. We’re still deep in woods, but at least we are up and walking. We’ll work on direction in the next couple of sessions.”

“I’m glad to hear it. By the way, I ordered the thing you suggested.”

“You mean the male chastity device?”

“Yes.”

“Out of curiosity, which one did you order?”

“The rubber one like you suggested … and …”

“And what?”

“It’s PINK. I don’t mean pink; I mean PINK! It almost glows.”

“Well I think you made the right choice. Did you contact Tracy?”

“Yes, I did. I made arrangements with her for this weekend.”

“Good. Don’t worry. You’re in good hands. I’ve referred a lot of my patients to Tracy.”

“There are that many men that wear chastity devices?”

“A lot more than you would think. But Tracy also does other things with ‘our’ clients.”

“A prostitute?”

“Not at all. Although male nudity is frequently involved, sex never happens: not even oral sex. Let’s just say that your son isn’t the only boy who misbehaves and needs discipline and leave it at that.”

As the most used line in Star Wars goes, “I have a bad feeling about this.”

-=o=-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tracy led us down an aisle.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Do you have the device with you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I use this room for that purpose. I unlock them. I send them home. They come back and I lock them up again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I understand Greg has a sister.”

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

“How old is she?”

“She’s 11.”

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

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

“I’ll have to think about it.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you think he deserves it.”

“Well he has been better behaved lately.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Let me see the magazine,” mom said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I cleaned myself up as my penis was deflating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How does it feel?”

“Tight. Uncomfortable.”

“Any actual pain?”

“No, not really.”

“Good, then it’s doing its job.”

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

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

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

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

Can Greg get dressed now?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was wondering what the other occupants in the men’s room must have thought: boy goes into stall and the next sound we hear is the tinkle of pee.

I remembered Tracy’s instructions. Blot dry with a piece of tissue. I had to get used to wiping there just like a girl.

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

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

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

“Not now, Emily. Maybe sometime later.”

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

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

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

However, I was getting progressively horny. Without emptying my balls, It was taking me less and less to get aroused. Normally, I’d need a good pornographic picture to make it pop to or maybe a particularly sexy real girl.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I was right about how fast I would come. It wasn’t on the very first stroke as I had feared, but I’m fairly certain that it was less than 10. I came and I came hard.

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

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

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

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

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

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

-=o=-

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

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

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

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

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

“Emily will not be in charge of your treatments.”

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

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

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

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

You’re ready for nudity therapy and this goes hand-and-hand with it. You should be naked at all times at home while in the presence of your mother and sister. Other people may also be included, but only if your mother approves. She’s well aware of the controversy surrounding this kind of treatment and will make sure only trustworthy and willing people participate.”

I thought, “Well, I’m not a willing participant.” I thought about vocalizing that sentiment but what good will it do. I had to accept what was.

The full impact of nudity therapy didn’t hit home until I got home. We weren’t in the door more than about two minutes when mom said, “Take your clothes off.”

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

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

“But Emily?”

“Emily is part of the therapy. The doctor did tell you that you have to be naked for either of us.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I take a look at it? Touch it?”

Mom actually looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. No sense in arguing with the inevidable.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It felt funny being naked in an “open” part of the house. It’s one thing to be naked in a bedroom or a bathroom, but the kitchen? Although I was fairly certain that nobody could really see in, I could see out into the yard so easily. It was almost like being outside.

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

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

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

Mom actually let Emily lock me up.

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

“Sure mom, it looks really simple.”

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

-=o=-

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

My sister wasn’t the only girl to see me naked. We have a 12-year-old cousin who stayed with us for a week. There was no way hiding it from her. She sort of accepted it but was content just to watch and not participate.

The two other girls, Bliss and Mandy were friends of my sister. My mom and their moms had long discussions. Their moms thought that it would be good for their daughters’ confidence and sex education as well.

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

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

We got home from the courthouse. My sister came up to me and gave me a hug and a kiss and handed me the key. She said, “Congratulations brother, you’ve earned this.”

I handed it back to her and took of my clothes. Misunderstanding my intentions, she started to unlock me. I took the key from her and placed it back over her neck and kissed her. “No, you keep it. You are now your brother’s keeper.”

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