The Visit 2

The Visit - Chapter 2

By TCP

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The Visit - A Twilight Zone Story
By TCP
© 2012 TCP

All of TCP’s stories are just that - stories. There is a marked difference between fantasy and reality and it is very easy to fall foul of the real world and what is acceptable in the real world. I do not condone any abusive behaviour in the real world and we must act as responsible citizens to ensure the on-line safety of our future generations. Fantasy is a powerful thing, but let it remain fantasy. Lead yourself not into temptation - and deliver yourself from evil.

The Visit -
The story of twelve year old Daniel and his humiliating experiences in… The Twilight Zone. A tale of the unexpected…

Main Characters -
Daniel Grainger - 12 years old
Charley - the mysterious ‘girl.’

Preface -
You unlock this door with the key of imagination… Beyond it is another dimension - a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind. You’re moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas… You’ve just crossed over into, The Twilight Zone…

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Chapter 2 - Playing Doctor…
The next day, Daniel had been out in the garden and helping his parents with chores like weeding the flower beds and mowing the lawn. It had been a productive morning in the Grainger household. All through the previous night and the morning though, he was unable to get thoughts of Charley and what she had done, or what he had dreamed that she had done, out of his mind… It was so confusing to feel so embarrassed, yet feel so sexually charged at the same time.

After lunch, Daniel’s mother had received a phone call from Mrs Wilson, Martin’s mother… He had been found… Fortunately, for everyone concerned, Martin was safe and well. He had turned up at his grandmother’s house, cold, terrified and shaking. It transpired that he was far too upset to return to Weltby and had been begging to be allowed to stay with his grandmother for the time being…

Later in the week, Daniel received an email from his friend…

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Hi Dan…
Sorry I have not been able to phone you or anything, I’m still getting interviewed by everyone, every day down here to try and understand why I did what I did… and why I am scared of what I am scared of… But please, don’t ever repeat any of this… and for fuck’s sake, keep that letter I sent you private…

Well, I turned up at my Gran’s house and I have laid it on thick that I do not ever want to go back to Weltby for all sorts of reasons. The only reason really is Charley… What she did to me Daniel, you wouldn’t imagine… She would be just there, in my room, or in the garage… and somehow I wouldn’t be able to move… paralysed or something… And she would pull my pants down and play… you know… play with my cock, even though I begged her to stop… She would just laugh at me… And worse, if I protested too much, she would twist my nipples… and she spanked me with a hairbrush the first time she tried to diddle me while I tried to keep fighting her as best I could… But she always seems to win, no matter what.

I was crying, it was agony, and all she could do was laugh at me, calling me a little cry-baby… She said my dick was so tiny that it was more of a ‘baby-wee-wee…’

It was so humiliating Dan… she kept calling me her little slave boy… There was one occasion in my bathroom where I was in the shower and she was there, in just her pants and bra… I wasn’t able to move and she reached her hand into her pants, but in a way that I wasn’t able to see her fanny… She seemed to be rubbing herself there, right in front of me… Then she made me lick her fingers… It was gross… I’ll tell you all about it one day… I just didn’t know what else to do but get away… I’m sorry for leaving you in the lurch like that… It should have been a great summer.

Now that the heat is starting to settle down here, why don’t you get Skype set up and we can talk properly… It would be great to hear that you’re doing okay… My Skype details are down at the bottom of this email… Let me know when you’re set up and we can meet up on line…

I’ve had loads of interviews and doctor’s examinations. I even have a counsellor who I am telling a few bits and pieces to… about Charley. It’s so embarrassing to discuss it though with people that are not likely to understand or believe me… You believe me don’t you Dan?

I’ve been prescribed a drug called ‘Puericil’ to calm what the doctors are calling ‘erratic behaviour’ in me… One of the lady doctors examining me asked me all sorts of questions about how often I diddled myself… And then she asked all sorts of questions about my experience with girls, you know, my sexual experiences right from when I was a real young kid… And if I had any recurring thoughts or fantasies while I was whacking off… That got pretty embarrassing as I had to tell her a few things about Charley… I think the doctors believe I am ‘over-sexed’ for my stage of development… they told my mum that most of my ‘problem’ was as a result of an overactive imagination… Get that…

Anyway, get Skype sorted and we’ll talk real soon… It would be good to talk to you properly…

Your friend,
Martin…
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Daniel felt more than ever that he could relate very well to what Martin had told him in the email. It was happening to him now… He toyed with the idea of going to Tenby and running away to be with his friend… But what Martin had described in his experiences with the Police, Doctors and Counsellors so far told Daniel that running away would only get him so far… There had to be another way to deal with Charley…

Having archived the email in a secure folder on his hard drive, Daniel shut down the computer and made his way out of his room. He was going to play swing ball on the back lawn to let out a bit of energy. When he reached the top of the stairs, Daniel quickly felt giddy… and he lost his balance…

Falling forward, he started tumbling down the stairs, but quickly discovered that he was feeling no pain, and nor were his cries making any sound… He was enveloped in a bright, effervescing light as he continued to fall downwards, surrounded only by white light… He could hear the wind rushing passed his ears as he tumbled. Nausea took over and he felt like he was going to be sick… Just like he felt when he had his first visit from… Charley…

There was sudden darkness and Daniel’s senses had to adjust to the environment he was in. He couldn’t really hear anything other than the sound of his breathing and occasionally the sound of two, maybe three girls in the distance, on the other side of some large room that he couldn’t yet see… He could smell coconuts… The smell of coconuts… like Charley’s perfumed balm…

‘Shit… Not again…’ Daniel thought as his vision started to clear. ‘Where the heck am I? This isn’t my room…’ True enough, Daniel’s vision returned and revealed that he in what appeared to be a hospital ward… ‘Did I fall down the stairs for real?’

“Hello poppet…” a girl’s voice suddenly caught Daniel’s attention. It was Charley. “Try to run out of here and I will restrain you and punish you… hard… and you know that I can…”

Daniel tried to calm his breathing, he couldn’t see Charley anywhere…

“Oh-kay…” Daniel stammered quietly, noticing that his voice sounded different… More, high pitched, like a little boy’s… “Wh-where are you?”

“I’m invisible right now,” Charley whispered… “I wanted to make sure you got here safely… I’m ready to begin now…” With that, Charley appeared at the side of Daniel’s hospital bed… What the boy saw, intrigued his curiosity… She was wearing what appeared to be a child’s fancy dress nurse outfit, certainly not a genuine National Health Service issue uniform. Her hair was still in those pretty pigtails at the sides of her head, down to her shoulders. The outfit was a mixture of a light blue dress, a white pinafore and a scarlet red belt. Attached to her pinafore above her left breast was a nurse’s timepiece. She was also wearing black stockings… “Like it?”

“Where am I exactly? Did I fall down the stairs?” Daniel asked impatiently. “And why does my voice sound like this? What’s happened?”

“Well dummy…” Charley chided quietly. “Look around you… you’re in hospital… You fell down half the stairs, but that’s not why you are here… and all of your limbs are intact.” Daniel looked around and could see several other beds in the ward in which he was in. He noticed the distinctly pink décor of the ward and as he scanned the two other occupied beds, he noticed that they were girls…

“What happened to my voice Charley? What have you done to me?” Daniel whispered, starting to become concerned and having noticed his own attire - a pink hospital issue night dress…

“The name board above the bed says your name is Danielle Grainger… And, you’re in a girl’s only ward… quite a predicament, hmmm?” Charley explained scientifically, smiling victoriously as she saw the boy starting to put the pieces together. “I guess there was some sort of… ahem… administrative error by a naughty little nurse somewhere…” Charley giggled ironically. “So, I cast my abilities upon you to uphold the charade, that my dear little slave boy, is actually a little girl… and that’s why your voice is a little… different.”

“I can’t wear these…” Daniel insisted, trying to prevent the girls on the other side of the room from being attracted by the fuss. “These are girl’s things…”

“We’ll see, pumpkin…” Charley whispered. “But remember, disobey me, or try to run away and it will get very, very painful for you… And I hear that wussy little baby Martin has been found safe and well… He needn’t have worried… I don’t need him now anyway… not now that I’ve got you…not now that we have each other… You’re much better than him… When you get to speak to him, ask him about the giggling girl scouts…”

“But Charley… what am I…” Daniel began to protest a little more vociferously before he was interrupted.

“Shhh… obey me or else…” Charley replied immediately, short and demanding. “Now it’s time for your examination and I need you to be a good… ‘girl,’ and hold still while I complete the list of checks okay?”

As Daniel blushed at the thought of the pretty preteen nurse about to examine ‘him,’ he did not notice that the sudden activity around his bed had attracted the attention of the two girls on the opposite side of the ward…

“Excuse me nurse,” the first girl asked quietly. “Is the new girl awake? Is it okay if we come over and say hello?”

“Why of course Zoe…” Charley beckoned enthusiastically, turning in the direction of the girl. “I’m sure Danielle here would really like to make friends with you and Portia… wouldn’t you Danielle?” Before he could protest, the two girls from the other side of the ward had sprung over to the side of Daniel’s bed, seemingly eager to make friends with the ‘new girl.’ He blushed scarlet…

“Hi there, I’m Zoe and I’m eleven…” the blond haired girl replied, her blue eyes full of curiosity and warmth. Daniel noticed that her hair was cut fairly straight and down to her shoulders and that she too wore a hospital issue pink night gown.

“And I’m Portia… I’m eleven too…” the other girl said quietly, a little nervously. Daniel found all three girls next to him staggeringly pretty, and Portia was oriental in appearance, a shy dimpled smile on her face underneath her jet black hair cut short to the bottom of her ears. Daniel found her particularly cute…

“I’ve just had my appendix out,” Zoe began again proudly, lifting her night shirt enough to expose her light blue knickers and the little scar and stitches on her tummy. “And Portia’s had the cast off her broken leg this morning… She’s lucky, getting to go home later today… I’m stuck here another two days… Nice to meet you…”

Daniel was stunned, and embarrassed, unsure whether the girls knew that he was not ‘one of them’ and that this was all some big mistake, a big dream of a mistake. He continued to look at the younger girl’s scar and her exposed knickers until she finally dropped the night gown back into place, smiling at him…

“Well then Danielle,” Charley said, smiling. “Aren’t you going to say hello to your new friends?” Daniel sighed and moved to sit up on the bed.

“But my name is Daniel… not Danielle… I’m a boy!” he announced unconvincingly.

“But you don’t sound like a boy…” Portia giggled at the confusion, seemingly as though it were a total impossibility that a boy could possibly be in their ward.

“And you don’t look like a boy either… I mean, look, you’re wearing a pink gown, like us…” Zoe replied, using her powers of observation. “And, you’re in a girl’s ward… And your name badge clearly shows you’re a girl…”

“But I really am a boy… tell them Charley…” Daniel insisted, his voice still sounding effeminate.

“That’s Nurse Charley to you…” his tormentress replied… switching her attention to the notes on the small wooden table at the side of the bed. “Oh yes… I see… I think there has been a slight administrative error girls… The notes on my sheet here do state that Danielle here, really is a boy… Daniel Grainger… Twelve years old…”

“Oh my god… a boy… in here?” Zoe blustered in apparent disgust.

“But he’s wearing a girl’s…” Portia added, looking equally horrified.

“But I’ve just shown him my…” Zoe interrupted quickly, her voice tailing off into a blush of modest remorse at revealing her scar and knickers to a boy. Daniel could understand her apparent shame.

“Never mind that! I wasn’t really looking, honest…” Daniel said paying little attention to the girl and losing his patience. “If I have to be in hospital… and I still don’t know exactly why I’m here… I need to be moved to the boys’ ward? I don’t want to be with girls right now… I need to be wearing boy’s things… This isn’t right…”

“I’m sorry Daniel… the boys’ ward is full at the moment… There’s been a power failure in ward B, which means all of the boys are crammed into A and C… I’m afraid you’re stuck here with these delightful girls until a bed becomes free…”

Daniel was horrified, an emotion seemingly shared by Zoe, judging by the look that he could on her face. There was empathic realisation that they would both be sharing a ward with the enemy… a member of the opposite sex.

“So… let’s get on with your examination Daniel…” Charley beamed once more. While Daniel blushed with initial denial and then anticipated horror at being examined in front of two new girls, Zoe’s expression immediately brightened to match that of Portia. He reasons that the girls were relishing the prospect of seeing a boy get examined… and that might mean that they would get to see him without any clothes on… Daniel was about to protest.

Charley left the bedside briefly and over to the door at the entrance to the ward. There was a panel next to the door with switches on it. She moved some of the switches and the interior lights of the ward began to shine a little brighter. Charley fiddled with another switch and evidently controlled a music centre. Albeit at a relatively low volume, Charley had selected a play list of records by The Spice Girls on repeat. Daniel groaned inwardly, not being a fan for a variety of reasons.

“Where would the world be without a little girl power hmmm?” Charley announced gleefully, strolling purposely back towards Daniel’s bed. Zoe and Portia smiled knowingly at ‘nurse Charley’ as they waited patiently for the ‘show’ to begin.

“Right then Daniel, up on the bed for me… kneel up…” Charley began calmly. “We need to get that night gown off and get started with your examination…”

Zoe and Portia visibly reacted excitedly to the pronouncement that Daniel was about to be disrobed and examined… exchanging warm smiles with each other. It was true after all. Meanwhile, Daniel went ashen pale, unable to compute what had been said and rationalise it. He trembled and lay still on the bed.

“But… you can’t… not here… surely?” Daniel protested quietly, swallowing hard and raising his eyebrows. He didn’t want to be stripped off and… examined…

“Why ever not?” Charley challenged, feeding on the feelings of doom and humiliation in the emotions of her slave boy.

“Not here… not in front of, girls… Please Nurse Charley… I’m a boy…” Daniel said weakly, now feeling himself blush and his mouth drying. “They’ll see my…”

“Don’t be so silly Daniel,” Charley chided. “Little boys shouldn’t be so modest… And I know that Zoe and Portia here have a keen interest in nursing, don’t you?” Both girls nodded quickly in agreement, and Daniel assumed correctly, that they were hoping that the ‘nurse’ would allow them to watch the examination of a real life boy…

“I have a nurse’s play set at home, but I only get to practice on my toys,” Portia announced shyly.

“Can we watch nurse Charley?” Zoe asked politely. “I mean… I really want to be a nurse when I grow up… and I think it’s important that I know everything about what’s involved…”

“It’s okay girls,” Charley replied warmly. “Daniel’s got nothing that nurses haven’t seen hundreds of times before… he’s just being a silly little boy… ” She turned to face the shocked boy on the bed in front of her. He was about to reply with an enraged protest. “Now, up onto your knees Daniel and be a good little boy… You don’t want a spanking now do you?”

“No!! Not a spanking!” Daniel replied quickly, his voice still like a girl’s. “But…” Portia and Zoe giggled at Daniel and the obvious prospect of seeing a boy spanked as well as examined. Against his feelings and his better judgement, Daniel reluctantly climbed up onto his knees in front of the two younger girls and Charley. He was very nervous about what Charley might do to him this time… and worse still, there were two other girls with her now…

‘Is this real?’ he thought to himself, finally up on his knees. ‘Do these girls know that Charley isn’t a real nurse? Are these girls real, or just in my head?’

“Let’s get this gown off then…” Charley started again matter-of-factly. “Arms up straight…” Daniel lifted his arms weakly above his head, aware that he was about to be stripped to his underpants in front of his girlish audience, who were eyeing him curiously as the examination finally appeared to begin. From the bottom of the night gown, Charley began to lift up the material around Daniel’s knees and up his body. As his lower body was revealed, Zoe and Portia both began to giggle at what they were seeing…

Daniel tensed and closed his eyes as he felt Charley lifting the material of his pink night gown over his shoulders and finally clear of his head - he was now kneeling up on the bed in front of three girls, wearing only his underpants… How humiliating.

“Look! He’s wearing ‘Hannah Montana’ panties!!” Portia announced, trying to control her giggling.

“Are you sure you’re really a boy under there?” Zoe added cruelly as the boy knelt in front of her on top of his bed. It was very humiliating for Daniel, squinting through his eyes to look down and confirm the horror that he was indeed wearing light pink girls’ panties. For some unconscious reason, the naughtiness and the shame of his predicament made his groin stir… His penis began to feel like it did when he got excited…

‘Oh no!’ Daniel thought as if her were addressing his genitals. ‘Not here… not in front of these girls… Go down… go away… Stay soft…’

“You are a pretty boy aren’t you?” Zoe tormented again, determined to tease the boy that was invading ‘her’ territory. Through his embarrassment, Daniel was able to briefly open his eyes and make contact with the cute young blonde girl, finding her blue eyes full of joy at his situation. He had to look away quickly and found Charley staring at him too.

“You are a handsome young thing Daniel Grainger,” Charley announced. “Are you going to be a good boy while we examine you hmmmm?” There was a brief pause while Daniel collected his thoughts and braced himself for what might happen next. Closing his eyes, he slowly nodded his head, feeling though he had betrayed himself, yet none of this was his fault…

“Good boy… let’s begin with your temperature…” Charley announced calmly, reaching down to the instruments at the side of the bed. All sorts of horror went through Daniel’s mind as he prayed that it wasn’t one of those awful ‘anal thermometers’ that he had heard about.

“Is he going to have his temperature taken up his bottom?” Zoe asked brightly. “My mum told me that a ‘rec-tal’ thermometer gave the most accurate temperature reading…” Portia brightened at the thought of seeing Daniel having his underpants pulled down and something inserted in his bottom. How curious that would look.

“That is true, well done Zoe…” Charley announced. “But we are only after a quick indication of Daniel’s current temperature and it’s not essential that we put something into Daniel’s rectum at this time… Though if he misbehaves, we might have to do that… Bend down a little and open your mouth…”

Daniel felt a brief wave of relief at Charley’s explanation and instruction and he obeyed her quickly before she had time to punish him for being slow and maybe change her mind…

“Good boy… When I pop it in, do not chew it… just kneel up straight and keep it under your tongue for me…” With that, Charley inserted the thermometer into his mouth…

While Charley waited the appropriate amount of time to obtain a reading, Daniel could hear the other two girls whispering quietly to each other, unable to make out what was being said. He could hear the occasional quiet giggle and he thought he heard the words ‘bulge’ and ‘willy,’ but he couldn’t be certain. With his eyes closed as he continued to listen, he was pretty sure though that the girls were looking between his legs and building their level of curiosity at what he was hiding in his pink panties. He could certainly feel that he was more than semi-hard now despite willing himself to ‘stay calm.’ He really wanted to run… The muscle in his penis flexed.

“Gosh!” Zoe gasped… “Nurse… his thing is moving around in his panties… is he okay?”

“Yeah… there wasn’t a bulge like that before!” Portia added, giggling again.

“It’s fine…” Charley beamed. “It happens a lot to boys when they are in the company of girls… they can’t help it…” Daniel turned crimson and nearly bit into the thermometer. “It’s perfectly natural… Now Daniel, bend down a little for me and let me have the thermometer back…” And before the two younger girls could ask any further questions, Charley was removing the thermometer and having a look at the reading.

Daniel’s modesty overtook him and he moved his hands to cover the front of his panties. Zoe and Portia didn’t say anything, but gave a disappointed sigh as the boy prevented them from seeing any more of his concealed arousal.

“Well that’s fine,” Charley announced proudly. “All good at thirty seven degrees… So, in terms of his temperature, we appear to have a very healthy boy…” Charley noticed that Daniel had covered himself at the front with his hands. “Okay, next we check his heart and chest… Daniel, there really is no need to have your hands down there unless you are up to mischief hmmm? Be a good boy and move them out of the way so that I can get to you properly with my stethoscope…”

“But… Nurse Charley… I don’t like…” Daniel responded quietly in his girlish voice.

“Enough nonsense… hands up behind your head and out of harm’s way…” Charley instructed maternally. Daniel obediently moved both of his hands slowly away from his crotch, leaving the painfully thin material of his pink panties to spare his bulging modesty. It was embarrassing and uncomfortable down there, knowing the number of young female eyes ogling his bulge, and his virtually naked body.

When Daniel’s hands were safely in place behind his head, he noticed Charley whispering under her breath and touching her thumb and forefinger together on each hand. Suddenly, he felt a pressure on the palms of his hands as his fingers interlaced at the back of his head. She had cast some sort of spell to secure his hands in that position…

‘Oh shit!’ Daniel thought frightfully. ‘I can’t move my hands… what am I going to do? What are they going to do? Help!! Oh god, they’re looking at my panties… at my…’

“Now just hold still,” Charley instructed ironically, shaking Daniel from his thoughts. “This might feel cold on your skin, so be a brave little boy for me…” As the Spice Girls records continued to play in the background, Charley applied the cold metal flatness of the stethoscope to Daniel’s chest… He was bracing himself for the chilly contact when it occurred and it made him shudder when she applied it to his skin.

“Oohhhhhh…” Daniel breathed hard. “That’s cold…” Charley smiled warmly as she explored his chest ‘expertly’ with the medical implement. In truth, she didn’t really know what she was doing with the device, but passed herself off more than convincingly for the seemingly ever curious Zoe and Portia as she moved the flat, cold face of the stethoscope around his chest and listened to his heart beat… She could tell he was nervous and excited, just by listening to the sounds within his body. But of course, she knew exactly how he felt by listening to his thoughts and feeding on his emotions.

It was always delicious fun, ‘playing doctor’ with boys… and Daniel was every bit as shy and nervous as all the others boys she had played with… And even more so when in front of an allied, young feminist audience like Zoe and Portia. Charley, and other girls like her, were living a dream, while Daniel was living a nightmare…

“All done then with the stethoscope,” Charley announced, putting the equipment back down on the bedside table. “No apparent problems with our young MALE subject…” She looked up into Daniel’s eyes. “Now just move your knees slightly apart or we won’t be able to proceed…” The boy slowly complied, still unable to move his hands from behind his head, despite his vigorous effort to get free. If he were able to see what was holding his hands in place, he would have seen a small ball of purple-pink electricity binding his hands to his head like some kind of gravitational force of bondage. A simple spell of Charley’s…

“Okay… now the fun part of the examination…” Charley announced, quite unprofessionally for a real nurse, but then again, she wasn’t a real nurse. Zoe and Portia’s expressions brightened with curiosity, and knowing that something very interesting was going to happen.

“Wh… what do you mean?” Daniel asked timidly, his eyes blinking with anticipated terror. He wasn’t sure he really wanted to know the answer.

“Just be a brave little boy for us and you’ll see… We’ve got so much to do…” Charley replied confidently. “Please pass me those scissors down there on the table for me,” She asked, indicating the medical precision scissors on the table to Zoe. With scissors in hand, Charley continued, “Being a boy, Daniel will be glad to get out of those cute little girl panties and probably won’t want them again while he is here hmmm?” Zoe and Portia giggled. “With him kneeling like that, it would be impossible to pull them down to continue the examination… and we don’t have time to get him to stand up and remove them himself. So, I’m going to cut them off with these to save a lot of time and energy…”

“Noooo! Don’t take them off!” Daniel protested vehemently. “Please, not in front of the girls… please noooo! Let me keep the panties on… Please!” He blushed crimson, sensing his modesty being attacked once more. He wanted to run away, fast… but was horrified by the prospect of a punishment spanking, or a return of those wriggling little snakes…

“You see girls… little boys like Daniel are very modest about their private parts, particularly when they feel, vulnerable in front of a girl. They feel a sense of inadequacy and shame at the thought of a clothed girl getting to see them with nothing on… a girl getting to see their bits and bobs. It is sweet that a boy does feel modesty like that, but if not carefully managed, it can harm a boy’s long term emotional development. So, never forget that, despite his protests and any sympathy you might have for his feelings, a nurse has to get her job done…”

“Nooo! Please Nurse Charley…” Daniel begged, his face crimson, the butterflies banging on the insides of his nervous feeling tummy, his penis tingling and tears welling at the sides of his eyes. “Please don’t… don’t let the girls see my… my willy!”

Zoe and Portia giggled at the boy’s protests, and his use of their favourite word to describe a boy’s secret things. Daniel felt very threatened and humiliated when he made brief eye contact with both of the pretty girls ogling him, smiling at him, and giggling at him. The girls were clearly enjoying his plight, and that embarrassed him even more.

“Plleease!” Daniel begged again, trying to pull the hands from the back of his head and nearly losing balance. He felt a tear running down his cheek and started to lose control. “It’s not fair that they get to see me… Stop it! They shouldn’t get to see…”

“Remember girls, a good nurse has got to do her job…” Charley addressed the two girls calmly. And then she turned her attention to the sobbing boy, kneeling upright on the bed. “Now Daniel… you have been so brave up to now, and Nurse Charley really needs to get her job done.” Despite being a preteen girl dressed in a pretend nurse’s outfit, she was talking as though she were a real nurse addressing a very small boy. “Now you must be a good boy and hold still… this is a very sharp pair of scissors and we don’t want any needless accidents now do we hmmmm?”

As Daniel continued to sob and try to move his hands, Charley set about cutting the material of the pink panties away from his bulging crotch. She carefully cut away down each side… The panties fell away at the back first, exposing his bottom. Then Daniel quickly felt the tantalising moment of exposure when fresh air moves around previously concealed and warm flesh… the material fell away from the front of his crotch, exposing his penis and scrotum to Nurse Charley, and to the two joyous younger girls…

‘Noooooo! Please god nooooo!’ Daniel whimpered inside. ‘The girls can see… the girls are looking at my willy… Nooooo, mummy… Stop them… They’re going to laugh at me…’ The boy was enraged with scarlet shame, biting his lip and resisting temptation to glance down and look at the girls to see where they were looking. He couldn’t face the expressions of glee and satisfied curiosity as they regarded his now fully naked genitals.

“Wow!” Portia gasped, leaning in closely to the edge of the bed and getting a good close up view of the exposed boy’s genitals. “He’s even got some hair there…”

“Yeah, look how hard he is too… His boner is poking straight out!” Zoe giggled. “And actually, I’m only eleven and I’ve got more hair than that… My mum told me that girls mature faster than boys… And she says it’s much better to be a girl than a boy anyway… I mean, it’s real cute looking, you know… his willy… But I can’t imagine having to carry that round with me all day between my legs… I bet it’s a real hassle…”

“Haahh!” Portia chuckled and nodded in agreement. “I feel so lucky to be a girl too… That little bag underneath his… willy… looks so vulnerable and weak… I guess those are his balls…”

“That’s right Portia,” Charley agreed, beaming victoriously and drinking in the feelings of powerlessness and shame that Daniel was outpouring as they continued to look at him down there, and comment on what they were seeing of him. She placed the scissors back down on the bedside table. “Now we can see that he really is a boy after all… that’s his penis sticking out, and of course, his scrotum underneath… the little wrinkly bag under there, and that’s where a boy’s two testicles are… what Portia described as his balls…”

“So why does he have a… boner?” Portia asked from behind her hand as she tried in vain to disguise her enchanting Oriental smirk. “Why is he so hard and sticking out? I was told that only happens during sex…”

“Well, that’s partly true Portia,” Charley began informatively. “A boy’s penis is a very sensitive part of his body and it reacts to all kinds of things in many different ways. It reacts to temperature variation, becoming quite small when it’s cold, and can become erect when a boy thinks about doing naughty things with girls, and when he becomes excited for some reason. In this case, I would expect that Daniel is erect because he is excited to be in the company of such pretty girls as us… It’s quite flattering really to think that Daniel finds us pretty… He really can’t help it… It’s just one more thing on a boy’s body that he cannot really control…”

“Plleease… Stop!” Daniel whimpered, barely able to control the tears occasionally flowing from his eyes. “Don’t keep talking about me like that… Don’t keep looking…”

“Hush now Daniel…” Charley chided. “Nurse Charley is just doing her job… Now be a good boy and hold still for us, and not another word of protest, or I will punish you hard, right here and right now and in front of the girls… Understand?” With that, Charley issued a playful spank to Daniel’s previously ignored backside…

“Ouch!” Daniel snapped in his girlish voice. “Okay… I’ll be good…”

“Right, I need to check Daniel’s penis and testicles to make sure he is healthy enough to stay in the hospital…” With that, Charley took hold of the erect cock in front of her, bringing a gasp of surprise from her boyish patient, and a giggle from the two watching girls. Charley’s fingers moved up and down the length of Daniel’s penis, using her fingertips to prod firmly and check the skin covering the shaft.

For a minute or so, Charley used her closed hand to very slowly masturbate Daniel, back and forth along his pubescent length. It was enough to keep the boy fully hard and on display to the girls, but not enough to get anywhere near reaching a climax. It was just expert ‘boy handling…’ Zoe and Portia watched closely, their own excitement building.

“Now I need to check round his scrotum, I need to ensure that both of his testicles are actually there…” Charley said primly, bringing a more raucous laugh from Zoe and Portia. Daniel breathed in sharply and braced himself as he felt Charley cup his scrotum and use her fingers to grip the little furrowed bag tightly, but not enough to cause pain. Charley was also feeling aroused as she continued to dominate her slave boy in this different surrounding… This was heaven…

Charley repeatedly groped around Daniel’s helpless scrotum several times and then relaxed her hold to allow her fingers to dance over the wrinkled flesh, gently massaging one testicle after the other. Once more, she knew that Daniel liked to have his testicles played with like this and was rewarded with a small, girlish gasp from him as she continued her ‘work.’ He was submitting again… through all the shame and humiliation he felt, it was his arousal that was carrying him through his submission without the need to resort to punishment. Daniel was easy to work with…

“Good boy Daniel… you are being very brave…” Charley praised sweetly, listening to the boy’s deep breathing as her ministrations ceased for the time being. A brief moment of respite. “Now, Zoe… it’s important you learn if you want to be a nurse when you’re older. So, I want you to do what I have just done… examine the patient’s penis and scrotum for me…”

‘Oh god noooooo!’ Daniel whimpered inside, only just resisting the urge to call out in horrified protest. ‘Don’t let the girls touch me too… Nooooo! That’s not fair… That’s embarrassing…’

“Really?” Zoe beamed in surprise. “Can I really… touch him? There?”

“Of course… Just like I did…” Charley confirmed. Zoe moved round to be closer to the subject in front of her. Barely hiding a smirk of satisfaction on her face, the pretty blond preteen girl reached out and tentatively poked the shaft of the boy’s penis with her finger tip. “Gosh… I’ve never…” Again she reached out and upon making contact with the sensitive flesh, she became bolder, allowing her hand to gradually encircle the erection fully.

“Nnnngghh…” Daniel whimpered aloud and gasped, realising that a new girl was touching him there. It was awful in his mind, the feeling of being naked and dominated by three girls. Balanced paradoxically by the tingling delight of sexual arousal spreading wonderfully through his entire genital area.

‘Why does something so horrible have to feel so… nice?’ Daniel tried to rationalise in his mind as Zoe slowly stroked his penis up and down with her hand, evidently growing into the role of ‘boy examiner.’

“And don’t forget his little scrotum too Zoe,” Charley instructed, savouring the scene being played out at her command and control, and feeding from the emotions spilling from Daniel’s mind. Unseen from everybody, she clenched her knees together to ride her growing excitement. With those words, Zoe moved her hand to cup Daniel’s testicles.

“It’s feels so soft… warm and puffy,” Zoe commented, squeezing gently as she had been shown, and identifying where each testicle was.

“Well, that’s biology at work,” Charley replied. “Now you Portia, while Zoe finishes the examination of his testicles, you take control of his penis and examine that, just like I did…”

“I’m not sure I…” Portia began with a pause of false nervousness, creating the impression that it was one thing to watch, but another matter entirely to actually ‘do.’

“Come on, he won’t bite…” Charley encouraged the pretty Oriental girl. “He’s being a good boy and won’t mind, will you Daniel?”

“Nnnngghh… Ohhhhhhh…” Daniel breathed, blushing and unable to protest as he continued to feel Zoe’s attentive fingers, tickling and fingering around his scrotum.

Slowly, just like Zoe, Portia reached out and grasped the boy’s erection. It was instant rapture for Daniel as yet another new girl touched his secret spot. And now two girls were touching him at the same time…

“Wow…” Portia gasped in delight. “It looks so hard, but it feels very soft to touch…” She started to grip the flesh a little tighter and brought a sigh of protest from Daniel who was having a tough time trying to maintain his balance on the bed as he continued to kneel up in front of the girls. “I still think it’s best to be a girl though… I mean, everything about a boy is so… exposed, sticking right out front of everyone… As girls, we are a little more… private and discreet…”

“Well, it is one of a female’s many benefits Portia… and you are both doing really well,” Charley replied, watching the two girls continue their fondling of Daniel’s private parts. Zoe and Portia swapped over from feeling the penis, and then the testicles several times before Charley motioned for the two girls to step away from the bed for the next phase of the examination. Ironically, Daniel sighed with unconscious disappointment as the girls’ playful hands left his sensitive parts…

‘Maybe it’s over…’ he thought. ‘Please let it be over… that was horrible to have two new girls playing with me down there and making me feel… sexy… Oh god!’ He remained in his kneeling position as his cock continued it’s ‘proud’ and unabashed salute to the three girls in front of him. Charley reached down to the bedside table and retrieved a plastic ruler, of 30 centimetres. She handed it to a quizzical looking Zoe, and then reached back down to pick up the doctor’s notes and a pencil.

“Okay girls,” Charley began calmly. “Portia, you already identified that Daniel here has some hair around the base of his penis, and that indicates of course that he has started puberty.” Daniel burned with shame as the girls continued to discuss him as though he wasn’t really there. “So, we need to assess how Daniel, as a twelve year old, is progressing through puberty in comparison with other boys his age. First of all, we need to measure the length of his penis…”

Daniel closed his eyes in disbelief at the thought that the girls were going to measure him and compare him with other boys. Would there be no end to this mayhem?

Zoe and Portia giggled as Charley instructed them how to measure the penis, so ‘proudly’ erect in front of them.

“So, using this ruler, place the low numbered end right up under there between his penis and his little wrinkly scrotum,” Charley announced, lifting the blushing boy’s erection up out of the way and demonstrating the task. Daniel braced himself for the ongoing ordeal he was subject to, a tear barely cooling his cheeks, fiery with scarlet ignominy. “Zoe, take the ruler, and measure Daniel’s penis for me…”

With a smirk of satisfaction etched across her pretty young face, Zoe keenly stepped forward and took the ruler from Charley’s hand. Moving close to the bed upon which Daniel was nakedly kneeling, she grasped hold of his erection once more and lifted it out of the way, exposing the tender flesh underneath, just above his scrotum. Daniel couldn’t bear it and closed his eyes tightly to try and block out the sickly feeling of shame and arousal that clouded his mind yet again.

Still grasping the poor boy’s erection tightly, Zoe double checked which end of the ruler was which, and then gently applied the low numbered end to Daniel’s crotch in the position that she had been instructed. Naively, she let go of the penis and it bobbed about freely in front of her and to her disappointment, did not rest obediently on the ruler. Instead, it curved frustratingly upwards, preventing her from taking an accurate reading. Showing her prominent feminine resourcefulness though, she used her forefinger to press the tip of his penis down onto the ruler and start to measure him in earnest.

“Ten… Daniel’s willy measures ten centimetres…” Zoe said, and then giggled, enjoying the moment that she had just measured a boy’s genitals. She withdrew the ruler quickly and let go of his penis. She looked over at Charley proudly. Daniel tried very hard to blot out everything that was happening, but all he could picture in his mind was his continued debasement and emasculation at the hands of these girls.

“Good,” Charley praised. “That’s approximately four inches, so that’s what I will put on his notes… good girl.” The pretend nurse duly documented the boy’s erect length on his note sheet. “And now, we have to wait for Daniel’s erection to go away so we can measure his natural, flaccid state…”

“Flaccid?” Portia enquired, pretending that she had never heard the word before and maintaining her eye contact on the boyish genitals in front of her.

“Oh flaccid… yes,” Charley chuckled. “That means soft… or floppy… like his normal state and not erect like he is now…”

“Oh right… I see,” Portia confirmed her understanding, smiling sweetly as she continued to watch and ‘learn’ everything being shown to her.

As Daniel continued to keep his eyes tightly shut, kneeling up on the hospital bed, the three girls waited patiently for his erection to subside. It was a long wait, such were the conflicting emotions inside the boy’s mind that were driving his enforced arousal. In fact, it took the full duration of a Spice Girls record (If You Want To Be My Lover) for Daniel’s penis to recede to it’s normal state and hang loosely and helplessly down the front of his scrotum.

Zoe and Portia giggled at the sight of Daniel’s natural, inoffensive and sorry-looking penis as it fully receded to it’s softened state. Somehow, a boy’s penis looked even funnier to them when he wasn’t all hard and pointing straight out.

“Okay, Daniel is ready to be measured again,” Charley announced quickly, handing the ruler to Portia. “Quickly now, Portia, before he starts to grow hard again… Measure him, just like I showed you…”

‘Oh god…’ Daniel cursed in his mind. ‘Please stop… this can’t be happening… don’t let me get hard again… not in front of the girls… please… stay down… let it all end… I don’t want the girls to touch me any more… I don’t want them to laugh at me any more… It’s not fair…’ He wanted to run and hide… he wanted his panties back, anything to cover his ongoing shame.

Portia chuckled under her breath and moved closer to Daniel’s exposed crotch with the ruler purposely in hand. As quickly as she had been instructed, she gripped his flaccid penis with her thumb and forefinger, lifting it out of the way and slipping the ruler into place underneath the floppy shaft of his helpless masculinity.

Daniel tried his hardest to remain in his soft state, despite all of the emotions coursing through his confused mind and the sensations of having a girl move his penis around to enable her to measure his most secret parts. He could feel Portia twiddling his floppy cock through her fingers as she placed it back down onto the ruler… measuring… learning… humiliating. He knew he was about to start becoming erect again, when Portia read out the latest result…

“It’s errrm… his willy is eight centimetres now…” she began brightly. “Yes… eight… give or take a millimetre.” With that, she handed the ruler back to Charley and moved to stand in front of the bed alongside Zoe, satisfied grins never really leaving the faces of the three pretty preteens.

“Good girl… that’s eight centimetres then,” Charley announced calmly. “Eight… that makes his flaccid state to be three inches…” After recording the outcome onto her note sheet, Charley turned to look at her two protégés. “You will be pleased to know, girls, that Daniel here represents a pubescent boy of twelve years of age who is very slightly above average in terms of his development. He’s a very handsome male specimen hmmmm?”

Portia and Zoe both nodded their approval and grinned knowingly at their mentor before returning their attention to the naked boy, still kneeling very obediently on the bed in front of them. Charley bent down to reach underneath the bed upon which Daniel was posed. From inside a small white cabinet, she retrieved a tall plastic beaker, about twenty centimetres in depth and five centimetres in diameter. It was a volumetric measurement sample beaker.

“Now Daniel,” Charley began… “Look at me…” The stricken boy tentatively opened his tearful eyes to look at his tormentress. “You are being such a good boy today… I am very proud of you… And there is not much more we need to do before we finish.” She moved her hand to stroke her fingers up and down his back, tickling over the bulging cheeks of his buttocks, and making him squirm. This had the added joy for Portia and Zoe who watched in awe as Daniel’s hips pushed forward, thrusting his naked crotch further forward as he attempted to keep his balance, but to also try and move away from the devilish, tickling fingers. “If you continue to be a good little boy, Nurse Charley might see to it that you get a nice treat… Hmmm? Wouldn’t that be nice?”

“Nnnngghh… y-yesss…” Daniel whispered, still trying to avoid her expertly tickling digits, closing his eyes once more in shame, hearing the girls giggling at him. He wanted this over as quickly as possible.

“Very well… we need you to provide a urine sample so we can check for any internal signs of infection…”

“Wh-what?” Daniel gasped in disbelief, his eyes flying open again and barely resisting the temptation to find some way to get off the bed and make for the door. “Noooo! I can’t… you can’t make me… not in front of girls… Please!”

“Shhhhhh, Daniel… it won’t take a moment…” Charley soothed. “Be a good boy for me…” With that, she moved her tickling fingers from his buttocks, round to the front of his thighs, snaking their way up around his navel and resting at his nipple. “I can make you… I am a nurse and I have a job to do… Understand?”

“Please don’t make me… not in front of the girls…” Daniel sobbed weakly. “That would be soooo…” Charley suddenly pinched his nipple tightly between her thumb and forefinger. “Aggghhhh! Stop it…” But the girl continued to pinch…

“Will you be a good boy?” Charley asked demurely as if addressing a maudlin puppy.

“Aggghh… okay… I will… please! Stop it… it hurts…” Daniel spluttered, a tear falling from his eyes and tickling down his cheek.

“Good boy…” Charley praised. Her fingers left their grip on Daniel’s nipple and she moved her hand to rest back at her side, before turning her attention to the other two girls. “You see girls? You can get a boy to do whatever you want with a little… gentle persuasion…” Zoe and Portia nodded with satisfied agreement as their mentor continued to demonstrate a fascinating power of control over the boy.

“Are we going to see him pee?” Zoe asked curiously. Daniel lamented in his thoughts that she was eager to learn everything that she could. It was horrible to even contemplate what the girls seemed to be learning about him… about boys.

“Yes, we need a sample from him before we can proceed, and now seems like a good time, with him being all soft right now…” Charley confirmed. “Because Daniel is a boy, this can get quite messy…” Zoe and Portia chuckled with an air of superiority at Charley’s proclamation. “So, because I’m a nurse, I will hold his little willy and direct it into the beaker to collect his urine when it comes. As I ‘suspect’ that you have never seen how a boy urinates before, I want you to watch closely so that you know what you’re doing in case you ever need to do this again. Zoe, please hold the beaker for me, far enough away from him that you can see what is happening, but close enough to help ensure we don’t have a spillage…”

“Cool!” Zoe beamed, taking hold of the beaker and moving to the left hand side of the bed, while Portia moved to the right hand side. Meanwhile, Charley climbed up onto the bed in an unorthodox style, quite unlike any real practising nurse would, and kneeled up behind Daniel incongruously. She reached around his midriff and just like he would have done if his hands had been free, gently took hold of his floppy penis. With her right hand, she used her thumb and first two fingers to expertly grip his boyhood just underneath the concealed bulbous glans. Gesturing with her left hand to Zoe to move the beaker into position, she aimed the boy’s helpless penis into the beaker… and waited…

“We’re ready Daniel… please produce your sample…” Charley instructed maternally.

“I c-can’t… I don’t th-think I can go right now…” Daniel whimpered pathetically, desperate not to become hard, risk punishment or worse… It was a horrible feeling of debasement knowing that three girls were about to watch him urinate… and worse, one of them was holding his penis while he did it, and a second one was waiting to collect it in a beaker… He wanted to be anywhere else but here and doing anything else but this…

‘Mummy… please make them stop… I am so ashamed…’ he thought.

“Well, we don’t have all day Daniel… be a good boy and try again…” Charley said move firmly this time, gently shaking his penis to the left and to the right, making Zoe and Portia giggle again at the very arousing sight in front of them.

“Yeah, come on Daniel… we want to see you pee…” Zoe added mischievously, completely riding rough-shod over his emotional well being and keeping the beaker firmly in place.

“Okay… watch closely girls,” Charley began. “This sometimes helps a boy to start urinating… it’s a little trick I learned a long time ago…” With that, she used the very tip of her fingernail to tickle around the fleshy, pouty rim of loose skin covering the tip of his penis. Only the lightest, tickling touch…

Daniel bucked slightly as a sweetened tickly feeling grazed over the tip of his cock as Charley attempted to charm the required urine from his privates. She could feel the muscles inside his groin tense and relax as she continued to lightly finger around the very edge of his foreskin…

“Okay… Unnnghhh…” Daniel gasped, ensuring to keep his eyes firmly shut tight. “I think… it’s coming… Nnnngghh…”

“Just relax Daniel… it’s only a urine sample… nothing to be ashamed of… It’s just us girls here… Nobody else can see… Nobody else will know… After all… we all go to the toilet at some point hmmmm?” Charley soothed.

Daniel’s mind finally relaxed and he felt the gates open inside his groin. Charley sensed it too and withdrew her tickling fingers. She felt a brief wave of pressure pass along the shaft of Daniel’s cock…

“Mmmmggghh…” Daniel gasped, blushing furiously. And suddenly, a tinkling sound began as he began to fill the beaker with his pale gold urine… Charley smiled victoriously as she felt Daniel’s emotions of fear and utter embarrassment passing through him as he passed his urine into the beaker. She was always fascinated at the sight of a boy peeing, and this time was just as delightful, given the circumstances.

Zoe and Portia didn’t know whether to laugh, squeal or giggle, such was their display of girlish curiosity and awe at actually watching a boy ‘wee’ in front of them…

“It’s so hot!” Zoe exclaimed, her own grin of victory settling across her face. “I can feel the warmth of it through the beaker!”

“I can’t believe he’s actually doing it!” Portia chuckled. “He’s peeing, here… right in front of us! This is soooo cool!”

Daniel wanted to stop and tell the girls just what he thought about them and what they were doing to him. But his body wouldn’t let him stop peeing now that he had started and he knew he risked being spanked or worse if he didn’t go along with what Charley was overseeing.

“It’s over half way… is he gonna stop?” Zoe asked with some concern that the beaker was going to overflow. “I don’t want his pee on me! Make him stop!” But Zoe needn’t have worried…

“Mmmmmggghhh…” Daniel moaned as the last few dribbles of his sample spluttered and tinkled into the beaker. He used the muscles in his groin to push out the last few straggling droplets, forcing his crotch forward slightly in the process.

“Good boy Daniel…” Charley praised with satisfaction, maintaining her grip on his flaccid cock. “Okay, Portia… be a good girl and pass me one of those anti-septic wipes on the shelf down there… we need to clean him off a little…” Portia eagerly scurried around the bed to retrieve a wipe from the bedside shelf, happy to be involved in the important job of getting a urine sample from a naked boy.

Charley shook Daniel’s penis slightly to dislodge any remaining droplets of urine from his cock, doing a remarkably professional job, demonstrating a skill that even a twelve year old boy would have been proud of.

“Okay, you can put the beaker on the side for me now Zoe,” Charley announced, letting go of Daniel’s penis momentarily to steady her position. She climbed off the bed and stood in front of Daniel’s exposed groin, taking the wipe in her hand. Using one hand to steady his flaccid masculinity under her control, she started to apply the wipe expertly around the length of his penis. “It’s important to keep your patient clean and tidy, especially if it’s a boy…”

“Nnnnngghghh… please… stop!” Daniel protested weakly as Charley firmly cleaned him off with the wipe. “I feel all funny…”

“It’s okay Daniel,” Charley tried to reassure her slave boy. “I’m just explaining to the girls how important it is to keep little boys clean…” She continued to run the wipe purposefully up and down the shaft of his cock, and rubbing over the tip repeatedly. He was starting to tingle again and he felt himself suddenly reacting to her apparent stimulation…

‘Nooo! Please… I’m getting erect again… Please stop!’ Daniel whined inside.

“It’s especially important to keep a boy’s penis nice and clean while he is in hospital to reduce the risk of him catching any sort of infection.” Zoe and Portia watched closely as Charley explained in detail the process of keeping a boy clean, giggling freely, revelling in a feeling of revealed superiority over the boy as some of the finer details were discussed. “Daniel is a good example of a very clean and healthy boy who seemingly takes a great pride in the cleanliness of his boy parts… Some boys can be really dirty, allowing all sorts of hidden nasties to thrive in their private parts…”

“Pllleaseeee stop Nurse Charley,” Daniel whimpered again, his eyes almost rolling over in his head as the ‘nurse’ continued her manipulation of him. “I feel… tingly… you’re making me… all…”

“I’m stimulating you to another erection Daniel… yes…” Charley announced brightly, tossing the anti-septic wipe first time into the bin at the side of the bed. Zoe and Portia sniggered as the boy’s growing arousal was made visible again… Charley was slowly stroking the penis backwards and forwards along the growing length, taking extra care to pull all the way along the shaft with her teasing fingers… “We will need you to be erect for the next part of your examination… Portia, be a good girl, pop a lid on the sample beaker that Daniel has just filled…” The grinning girl again set about her task immediately.

“Why is his wee all golden like that?” Portia asked curiously. “Mine looks like that sometimes… first thing in the morning.” She popped a lid onto the sample jar and looked back at Charley. “It looks like apple juice…”

“That’s a good question Portia… a dark gold colour can indicate that the patient has an infection. A pale golden colour like Daniel’s indicates that he might be a little de-hydrated and needs a drink… Clear urine means that the patient is very well indeed and has been drinking just the right amount of fluid…”

“So Daniel needs a drink?” Zoe offered, keenly observing the curious sight of a ‘pretend nurse’ slowly masturbating her boy patient.

“Maybe… all in good time hmmm?” Charley replied brightly, focussing on her task. “I’m afraid he can’t have a drink right now… not until we’re done…”

Daniel was by now fully erect once more, blushing crimson with a feeling of humiliation and arousal in equal measure, totally objectified by the three preteen girls in front of him as he kneeled up helplessly on his hospital bed. He still couldn’t move his hands from the back of his head and he felt continually vulnerable and openly exposed to anyone else that might come through the door of the girls’ ward. And all the while, the young feministic tones of the Spice Girls were playing on the ward’s music system.

“Right, Portia… under the bed there’s a little white cabinet… Can you get me one of the smaller beakers please?” Charley instructed calmly, like a teacher addressing her favourite pupil. The pretty Oriental girl once more skipped diligently to her task, and obtained a smaller sample beaker, about ten centimetres in height and five centimetres across.

“Here you go…” Portia beamed, eager to please her mentor, handing Charley the plastic beaker. “What’s next?”

“Next we need a sample of Daniel’s sperm…” Charley announced mater-of-factly.

“Noooooo!! You can’t!” Daniel blasted in exasperation, trying to free his hands from behind his head and nearly losing balance again. “Please! You can’t do that in front of the girls… Please! That’s not fair!” Zoe and Portia smirked at the boy’s agonised protest and at the prospect of witnessing something else that the boy before them wanted to keep secret from them. “Please Nurse Charley…” he begged. “Don’t let them see that… it’s private… Agghh…”

Charley suddenly let go of his penis, and instead cupped his scrotum firmly in her hand. At first, her fingers juggled the sac and it’s contents playfully between her fingers, but then she tightened her grip slightly.

“Will you be a good little boy Daniel Grainger? Hmmmm?” Charley hissed menacingly. “Or do you want me to squeeze?” With that, she applied a little more pressure.

“Nnnggghghhh… Nooo!!! I give in… Please don’t hurt me… Oh god…” he whimpered, a tear of shame complementing his torment and feelings of abject derision.

“Hmmmm… okay,” Charley replied, not fully convinced. “Then tell me that you want me to take a sperm sample from you…”

“Oh god… please… I want you to take a sperm sample from me…” Daniel gasped as Charley continued to fondle his vulnerable testicles.

“And how is Nurse Charley going to get her sample hmmm? What do you want me to do?” Daniel’s cock flinched at Charley’s words as he tried to think of a suitable choice of words that wouldn’t make him appear any more foolish than he already looked, nor those that sounded too coarse or brash or vulgar. As the muscle flexed along his cock, he felt a little spot of wetness emerge from the tip…

‘Oh god… noooo… it’s going to happen… I can’t stop her… I don’t want to stop her,” Daniel thought. ‘My cock is leaking already… I’m so ashamed… I tingle so badly… I want it… But I don’t want Zoe and Portia to see… Oh god… I’m a mess. HELP ME!’

“So how is Nurse Charley going to get her sample then Daniel?” Charley teased, gently squeezing his scrotum in the palm of her hand, demonstrating to the other two girls just how to keep a young male under control.

“Please Nurse Charley…” Daniel began quietly, ashamed at what he was about to say. “If you… pl-play with my wi-willy… you can g-get the sample…” Zoe and Portia struggled to hold back their giggling as they imagined a girl like them ‘playing with a willy.’

“Good boy…” Charley praised, allowing her hand to return to the painfully slow masturbation of his erection, up and down, back and forth along the shaft. Teasing him… “Girls, it’s so much better when the boy sees reason and demonstrates that deep down, he wants to please the nurse and let her do her job without a fuss… And Daniel, you have been such a good little patient for us today… I will play with you and take the sample… I know it will make you feel good, so this is your treat for being a good little boy… Mmmmmm…”

“What do you mean?” Zoe asked curiously, yet already knowing the answer. “How will ‘playing with his willy’ enable you to get a sample of his sperm? I thought boys only produced sperm if they were having sex…”

“Well, despite their many faults,” Charley began, “boys are quite complicated animals… even Daniel here.” She continued her purposeful, but tantalisingly slow masturbation of her boy subject. “Okay, yes, a male can produce sperm when he has sex - putting his penis into a female’s vagina…” Zoe and Portia nodded, as if understanding that much from elementary playground talk and rumour. “But having sex is just one part of it… the vagina of a female milks the penis, kind of like a cow’s udder I guess.”

“Yeah!” Portia chuckled. “Even though only female cows have udders, I always thought an udder might be what a boy’s willy looked like… and I was kind of right!!” Zoe chuckled too.

“Okay, the point is,” Charley continued, “that other things can act like a vagina… like my hand here. I’m gripping Daniel’s penis, kind of like a vagina would grip it if he were having sex…”

“So, you’re having sex with him right now?” Zoe asked with mock-naivety.

‘Oh god, this is sooo bad…’ Daniel thought, blushing crimson as the girls discussed things that made him feel embarrassed and aroused at the same time, and as though he wasn’t really in the room.

“Not exactly,” Charley replied. “What I am doing is ‘masturbating’ him… Sex is called ‘intercourse,’ whereas what I am doing is called masturbation… A lot of boys do this for fun, to make themselves feel good… That’s when they shoot their sperm… when they feel good, they have an orgasm, just like a girl has when she feels good between her legs too…”

“Yeah, I feel good down there right now!” Zoe confirmed, barely resisting the urge to reach between her legs, and instead exchanging a nod of agreement from Portia too. All three girls were aroused as they collectively controlled and dominated the boy in front of them.

“So, when a girl has her orgasm, it just feels nice right?” Charley asked, eliciting another nod of agreement from her two assistants, it becoming obvious to Daniel now that these girls were not totally innocent after all. “Well, it’s different for boys, when they orgasm… or cum as it’s also known, that’s when the boy shoots his sperm… And that’s how we are going to get the sample from Daniel… by masturbating him until he has an orgasm…”

“But isn’t it naughty to masturbate?” Portia asked.

“No… everyone does it sooner or later,” Charley said reassuringly. “Boys play with their penis, girls play with their vagina… And girls get to play with boys! And anyway, it’s your body… you can do what you want with it to make yourself feel good… and that’s the best advice a nurse can give you…” The other two girls continued to watch Charley’s expert fingers stroking Daniel’s erection and revelling in the confused expression of shame and lust painted over his face. Even his cock had started to change colour from a pale pink to a more boisterous looking fiery red…

“And the other curious thing about boys, just like Daniel here,” Charley continued teasingly. “They can have what we call ‘wet dreams.’”

“Wet dreams?” Zoe asked. “I’ve heard of them from some of the older girls at school. What are they?”

“Well, that’s when a boy has made too much sperm for his body to keep hold of. So, if he doesn’t masturbate and let some of it out, he will have a wet dream… and it just comes out while he is asleep, normally dreaming about doing naughty things with girls…”

“You mean… he wets the bed like a toddler?” Portia asked, demonstrating the aura of being overjoyed to be learning all these new things, particularly about boys and their secrets.

“Not exactly,” Charley giggled. “While he is dreaming, he might be thinking about kissing a girl… isn’t that right Daniel?” Daniel was furious with shame. “Or touching her private parts… And that’s when a boy will start to orgasm in his sleep… He can’t stop it from happening and he wakes up while his orgasm is still happening and some of his cum will have spilled out into his pyjamas or shorts.”

“So, he can’t control it?” Portia asked, relishing the thought of it. Even Daniel recognised that knowledge was power…

“Nope… boys have no control over their wet dreams at all…” Charley confirmed with a smug tone of supremacy. “That’s why you’ll find boys masturbate so much… They are slaves to it really, poor things…!” All three girls giggled while Daniel tensed his body to ride his shame and conceal his anger while submitting to the attention of Charley’s hand.

“So you’re going to make Daniel cum now then?” Zoe asked hopefully, pressing her knees together as the show continued.

“Yes Zoe, we need a sperm sample,” Charley confirmed, to the girl’s growing enjoyment.

“Can we watch?” Portia asked. “I mean… Daniel seemed awfully shy about us seeing it happen… and I don’t want us to get into trouble…”

“Nonsense Portia!” Charley beamed, tightening the grip she had on Daniel’s cock. “Remember, a nurse has to do her job, despite any silly modest protests from her patient - particularly a boy patient… You are my assistants… and Daniel doesn’t mind really… He’s just silly sometimes… Aren’t you?”

“Please Nurse Charley,” Daniel whimpered weakly. “I really don’t feel right…”

“You’ll feel much better soon Daniel,” Charley soothed. “Let me do my job and it will be all over soon and you can rest… You’ve had a busy day…” She then turned her attention to the Oriental girl at her side. “So, Portia, I want you to hold the beaker nice and steady, just like Zoe did before,” Charley instructed. Portia was positively buzzing with excitement. “This time though, bear in mind that a boy’s orgasm is much more… explosive, than when he is urinating…” Upon seeing a blank stare of confusion on Portia’s face, Charley continued. “When a boy cums… he shoots his sperm… it’s quite powerful - and it comes in spurts… Don’t worry… you’ll see… just make sure you hold the beaker close enough to catch his sperm when it comes out… Nobody likes dirty sheets…”

With that, Charley let go of Daniel’s enraged penis and returned to her place on the bed, kneeling up behind her captive patient. She nestled herself tightly to his body, resting her hands on the front of his thighs and pushing her crotch firmly into the cheeks of his exposed bottom. The material of her nurse’s outfit felt warm to Daniel and the teasing fingers of her hands gently rubbed his thighs up and down, training upwards, tickling around his nipples and back down to toy with his handsome navel. His penis continued to point straight out, much to the enjoyment of the other two girls.

“When I give the signal,” Charley said to Portia calmly, “I want you to be ready with the beaker, okay?” Portia nodded quickly, eager to see what Charley was going to do and of course play her part in the extraction of a sperm sample from a boy. “Okay, good… watch closely, this is just one way that a girl can masturbate a boy…”

“Nnnnngghghh…. Ahhhhh…” Daniel panted softly as he felt the girls staring right between his legs, and as Charley snaked her right hand down from his navel to encircle his erection firmly.

“Good little slave boy…” Charley whispered gently into his ear… “I know you are ashamed… and it’s really sweet… it’s why I like you soooo much… I’m gonna make you feel good real soon…” The nervous butterflies began dancing on the inside of his tummy once more as the point of no return would soon be breached and he would embarrass himself totally in front of Zoe and Portia, and of course Charley herself. He began breathing harder as she continued her manipulation of his penis, gripping, tugging, pulling, wanking…

‘Oh god… please let it stop… I’m so embarrassed,’ Daniel thought. ‘Why does it make me feel so tingly… and nice… and horrible… why? Why does she do these things to me? How does she do these things to me? Please make it stop… I don’t want to cum in front of these girls… I want to cum… Nooooo… this is wrong… I don’t like girls laughing at me… learning about me… Oh god I tingle so bad I need to cum… These girls are so pretty… but they’re seeing me… seeing my… willy… Oh god, they’ve seen me pee into a jar… and now they’re getting to see me being… milked like a cow… God it feels like heaven… and hell… Somebody please stop the girls… it’s not fair…’

Charley slowed her pace even further, tormenting Daniel and teasing his sex. Gripping his shaft half way down, she gently tugged down and back towards his body, pulling the skin with her… slowly.

“What’s that poking out from the tip of his willy?” Zoe asked curiously. Portia moved in closer to see what Zoe was talking about.

“A boy’s penis has skin covering it obviously,” Charley explained calmly. “And the piece of skin covering the tip of his penis is called his foreskin… When the skin is pulled back like this… you can get a proper look at the tip of his penis, called his glans…” With that, Charley completed the tantalising retraction of Daniel’s foreskin, exposing the previously secret purple-red, angry looking glans of his penis to the other two girls. With a familiar ‘pop’ feeling, Daniel knew that she had ‘skinned’ him back fully, and that he was now more exposed in front of the girls than ever before. He blushed anew at his ongoing predicament… totally powerless to stop her doing what she wanted with him in front of these two other girls.

“Please Nurse Charley,” Daniel sobbed. “I’m so ashamed… don’t do this to me…”

“But nurse Charley needs to complete her examination of you and I still need the sample…” Charley replied as though she were addressing a stressed toddler. “And you asked me to play with your willy so that I can get that sample… Do I need to punish you in front of the girls?”

“No… nooooo… please don’t punish me… I’m just so embarrassed to be like this in front of them…”

“Well don’t be such a modest boy… You’re a very handsome little thing and I know the girls are learning a lot of useful things that will help them in the future, aren’t you?” Charley replied, turning to look at the two girls. Zoe and Portia both smiled broadly and nodded. “There, you see Daniel? There’s nothing to be embarrassed about… as I said, it’s just us girls…”

“Why is the tip of his willy all wet and shiny like that?” Zoe asked, having returned the focus of her attention to the naked boyhood in front of her. “Is he about to wee again?”

“No Zoe,” Charley giggled. “Boys can’t wee when they are big and erect like Daniel is at the moment. What’s happening here is that Daniel is sexually aroused because I am playing with his penis… And when a boy becomes aroused, he lets out a little bit of wetness that proves he is excited… It’s similar to the wetness you might feel when you get all tingly and excited around your own private parts…”

“Oh yes… I feel a bit like that now…” Zoe confirmed, Portia adding her own nod of agreement.

“Well, the wetness that forms around a vagina and from the penis help make sex easier… Everything gets all slippery and enables the penis to enter the vagina quite easily…” Charley continued her discussion on the facts of life. “The most important thing to know when this fluid starts to appear on a boy is that he is nearly ready to cum…”

With that, Charley allowed the foreskin to cover the tip of Daniel’s penis once more and began to quicken the pace of her stroking. Daniel’s breathing began to deepen again as his arousal grew… His focus was less about being naked in front of three girls and the humiliation he had previously felt as a result, but more now on the growing feeling of lust and desire for release simmering in his body.

Quicker, Charley moved her hand back and forth, and more tightly she gripped. Daniel’s body bucked a little as he felt the beckoning call of his climax, like a lightning bolt announcing some sort of inevitable thunder.

“Okay Portia… it’s nearly time… be ready with the beaker,” Charley instructed calmly, flashing the girl a secret, knowing smile. Portia grinned, and brought the beaker to a position deemed safe enough to catch what they needed. Charley nodded, then addressed Daniel… “Nearly there Daniel… I’m going to keep gripping tighter and wanking faster and faster and I’m not going to stop until you’ve given your sample and made yourself feel good… Okay?”

“Nnggghh… Okay… Please… I feel all funny…” Daniel weakly protested. “I want to go home…”

“Tell me to make you cum…” Charley said sternly, quickening her pace further…

“Please…” Daniel gasped. “Please make me cum Nurse Charley…”

“Tell me that you submit to me… tell me that you submit, and that you’re going to cum…”

“Oh god… Ngggghhh, please…” Daniel begged, his body tensing. “I submit to you Nurse Charley… Oohhhhhh… I’m going to cum…” He could feel the stirring deep within his loins… it was going to happen.

“Good boy…” Charley praised. “Good little slave boy… Cum for me… Submit to me and enjoy your cum…” Charley sensed Daniel hold his breath… it was now.

The tingling began to itch at the tip of his penis as Charley’s fingers fizzled along the length of his cock, drawing him beyond the point of no return. Tickling electricity spread out around the glans of his masculinity announcing his orgasm. His hips started to buck and he seemed to be unwittingly ‘making love’ to Charley’s hand. It was a curious sight relished for it’s ‘newness’ in the eyes of Portia and Zoe.

“My god, what’s happening!” Zoe asked as she witnessed the boy seemingly having some sort of fit or seizure.

“He’s cumming…” Charley beamed, feeding on the power developed by her slave-boy’s emotions, and feeling the muscle within his cock begin to flex. She had just pulled the cork out of the bottle… BANG! Victory…

The first spurt shot like a pistol bolt into the beaker, catching Portia by surprise. Wet and stringy, further powerful spurts of Daniel’s sperm erupted from the tip of his cock as he rode the climax of his orgasm, further debasing himself in front of the three girls, utterly powerless. The feelings coursing through his genitals were sublime, but scant reward for what had transpired previously and what the girls were still doing. It was a fleeting moment of distanced, precious relief…

All too quickly, his orgasm began to fade until only a dribble of his remaining ejaculate remained around the tip of his sensitive dick. Charley’s actions complete, she let her fingers fall away from his genitals before climbing off the bed.

Portia and Zoe were transfixed by what they had witnessed, not sure whether to be shocked, awed or relaxing in fits of giggles.

“Oh my god! That was awesome! I didn’t know that’s how IT happened…” Zoe remarked, a little white lie at the end.

“Me neither…” Portia agreed, letting out a cautious, nervous laugh. “Did you see it shoot?” She examined the beaker and studied it’s creamy-white contents. “Wow! That was so cool!”

Daniel’s breathing began to return to normal and he reluctantly reacquainted himself with the shame and torment he was feeling at the hands of the girls. His sexual arousal had been temporarily satisfied, but it left him feeling withdrawn, down and totally emasculated as the girls continued their in depth commentary on his examination and his private parts.

He cautiously watched as Charley took the beaker containing the sperm sample from Portia and place a lid on it. He looked down and saw the rapidly receding erection disappear, being replaced by his normal, boyish looking appearance. Looking back at Charley, he noticed her whispering under her breath and tapping her thumb and forefinger together repeatedly…

Daniel felt the tingling electricity that had been binding his hands behind his head finally dissipate, and he was able to move his hands back down to his sides. He knew better than to try and cover his genitals from the view of the girls - and in any case, covering up would be more than futile anyway given what they had already witnessed. He noticed that was a change in his normal state of mind - not feeling the need to cover up any more. Not here anyway, not right now.

“Do you feel any better now?” Charley asked, moving to stand in front of him.

“A little… I guess…” Daniel replied meekly, his voice now sounding more like his real self. “I wish I could have my pants back though… my boy pants…” Zoe and Portia giggled at that remark, recalling how sweet he had looked in the girl’s panties earlier on.

“Well, it won’t be long…” Charley comforted sweetly. “Portia, be a good girl and clean Daniel up ready for the final part of his examination.” Daniel and Portia both looked at Charley with differing emotions. Daniel knew better than to protest right now.

“Really?” Portia asked with pre-meditated excitement, and picking up an anti-septic wipe from the bedside furniture.

“Yep, I just need to nip out and collect something from requisitions…” Charley confirmed. Then she turned her attention to the blushing Daniel. “Be a good boy while I am gone - I know that Portia will tell me if you misbehave…”

Once Charley had left the ward, Zoe and Portia moved in more closely to the still kneeling boy, ogling his genitals and occasionally looking up into his eyes, smiling, laughing at him without actually laughing, so it seemed to Daniel.

“Now hold still Daniel,” Portia began. “Be a good boy…”

“Yeah, we wouldn’t want to report you to Nurse Charley for being naughty would we?” Zoe chimed. “You’d get a spanking for sure…”

“Zoe, can you hold his little willy up for me?” Portia asked quietly, in her best nurse’s voice.

“Of course…” Zoe giggled, reaching forward to grasp Daniel’s docile looking penis. She gripped him lightly enough so as not to start any physical changes or promoting any risk of unwanted sexual arousal. To Daniel’s mind, the girls appeared to demonstrate a lot of what they had ‘learned’ about handling a boy, and Daniel just had to kneel there and deal with it. Portia began to swab his penis with the anti-septic wipe… Then things started to change…

“You know Daniel,” Portia began, as she ran the wipe up and down his shaft and rubbing it repeatedly over the glans, cleaning off any remaining sperm. “Charley is a special girl…”

“I know…” Daniel stammered, amazed that Portia might now about Charley and maybe everything that she could do. “But how do you…”

“She’s very fond of you… You could be like her you know?” Portia interrupted.

“How do you mean?” Daniel gasped, trying his hardest to ignore the fact that these two girls were touching his penis again, cleaning him.

“You could join her… join all of us… and do the special things that we can do…” Zoe added.

“You could live forever… and never die…” Portia added, looking up into Daniel’s curious eyes. He noticed a shining gleam in her eye… These weren’t just ordinary, dumb eleven year old girls in hospital... This was all Charley’s doing… Somehow, these were friends of Charley’s… They’d been in on this ordeal all the way along…

“Never!” Daniel shot back, blinking away his thoughts. “What Charley does is horrible… She does nasty things… shameful things… humiliating stuff like this… Like what she did with Martin too…”

“That’s subjective,” Portia giggled. “But one day, Charley will ask you…”

“Ask me what?” Daniel scoffed, losing patience and willing Charley to come back to the room to restore some sort of ‘normality’ to this abnormal development.

“She’ll ask you to join her…” Zoe remarked quietly. “But you have to be aware that she can only ask you once…”

“So, if I say no, it will all stop? She’ll leave me alone?” Daniel reasoned with logic.

“That’s not what I said…” Zoe confirmed. “This is real life… not a fairytale…”

“But…” Daniel began, but both girls hushed him as they continued to use the anti-septic wipe to clean around his genitals, taking time to repeatedly pull back his foreskin and expose his shiny glans so that they could clean it… thoroughly. For nobody likes a dirty boy.

Just as Portia and Zoe were finishing off, and before Daniel succumbed to another erection, Charley returned to the room carrying a cream coloured plastic tub, a long and thin black felt covered box and a small purple oblong box. She placed the objects down on the bedside table.

“Has my patient been a good little boy?” Charley asked with a maternal smile on her face.

“He has been a good boy, yes,” Portia confirmed, giving Daniel a playful wink. He just looked away in embarrassment and denial. “His darling little willy is all nice and clean again…”

“Good... Now Daniel…” Charley began in a more serious tone. “There is something that I need to tell you… Okay?” Daniel looked at Charley, a little concerned at the serious tone in her voice, like the sound of impending bad news. He nodded slowly. “Your mother brought you to hospital today to have a small operation… a very simple procedure.”

“Operation?” Daniel questioned in a panic. “But… there’s nothing wrong with me… I just want to go home, NOW!”

“Girls, can you help Daniel lie back on the bed please? He needs to be comfortable before he hears this…” Daniel instantly sensed that something was wrong and vociferously protested and tried to fight off the two younger girls. “Come on Daniel, you’re just going to make this harder on yourself…” But Daniel showed how headstrong he could be if he put his mind to it. He continued to try and push the hands of the two girls away as they tried to get him to recline back down on the bed.

“Lie down now, slave boy… or I will spank you…” Charley commanded more vehemently. Daniel didn’t show any sign of compliance… “I will spank you in front of all the other kids in this hospital! Naked…”

That did the trick, Daniel sighed and resolved to let Portia and Zoe move him back down onto the bed, this time lying fully naked on top of the bed sheets. For the first time in a long while, he felt cold…

“That’s better…” Charley said quietly, placing a hand on his stomach and tracing her fingers around his navel. Daniel relaxed a little, and the tickling around his midriff brought an embarrassed giggle from him. “Good boy… now just relax… stretch your arms and legs out for me… A bit of exercise for you… make a star for me…”

Daniel naively complied and stretched both arms and legs out obediently to make a star shape. Portia and Zoe began talking to him and copied Charley, tickling their fingers up and down his thighs, around his nipples and his very ticklish tummy. He was distracted long enough not to see Charley whisper under her breath and tap out a fresh spell with her thumbs and forefingers…

Daniel felt the tickly feeling at his wrists and ankles that he had felt before… He looked up quickly at his wrists and saw that Charley had tricked him, and restrained him with those threatening light green snakes with the bright orange eyes. He panicked and tried to wrestle with them, to get free from them. But he realised that his ankles were similarly restrained - he was powerless yet again.

“I’m sorry… It has to be the snakes this time Daniel, you were a naughty boy just now…” Charley chided softly, wagging a finger at him.

“But Charley… Nooooo! Please… I didn’t know… Please, not the snakes…” he whimpered, terrified of the slithering reptiles that somehow held him captive… prisoner. He looked fleetingly at the other two girls, silently begging them to help him get free. But he found no compassion, only a smirk of derision at his struggling frame as he writhed on the bed, unable to get free, his crotch and privates bouncing up and down from the bed in a fitful display of boyish bondage. He wanted to cry… he wanted to cover himself up… his modesty had returned with a vengeance.

“Shhhhhh… I told you last time that my snakes cannot hurt you… just relax…” Charley explained, her voice now soothing again. Daniel reluctantly started to calm down, slowing down his struggling movements until he gasped in frustration and lay there still, fully naked and on display, heavy heart and tears welling up in his eyes.

“So…” he began quietly, “why have I got to have an operation? What’s wrong with me? Am I dying?” Zoe and Portia giggled at his simple paranoia and his ongoing torment.

“No, you’re not dying…” Charley assured him. “You’re mother brought you here because she is worried about you… now that you have started having your… wet dreams…”

Daniel blushed scarlet as more of his secret things were seemingly about to be discussed with Portia and Zoe present.

“Please… don’t talk about stuff like that… not here…” Daniel protested tearfully. “It’s not fair…”

“Your mother thinks that you might start to masturbate more frequently now that you have started having wet dreams about girls.” Zoe and Portia just giggled as Charley continued to explain the situation. “Having spoken to Martin’s mother, she thinks you might have an overactive sexual imagination too… and that there is only one treatment that she is focussed on right now…”

“Wh-what is it?” Daniel asked nervously.

“She wishes for you to be circumcised…” Charley replied with a smirk of empowerment.

“What?” Daniel wailed. “She can’t be serious…”

“Oh but she is… she wants to have that sensitive little sliver of tingly flesh cut away from your handsome little willy… She wants to take that away from you…” Charley teased.

“Nooo! I don’t want that… I want to stay a real boy… a full boy… I don’t need to have it removed… Let me go… You can let her do this…”

“Well, it’s not her that’s going to be doing it…” Charley announced… “Is it girls?” Daniel was horrified at the thought that Charley, Portia and Zoe were going to circumcise him. He started wrestling with the snakes again and writhing around on the bed.

“Please let me go…” Daniel cried, tears flowing down his humiliated face. “I don’t want it… I… I can decide for myself… Please don’t do it…”

“Zoe, please prepare the patient for the procedure…” Charley said, loud enough to be heard over Daniel’s pitiful cries to be freed. Zoe gleefully picked up the cream coloured tub from the bedside furniture and opened the lid. She scooped up some of the cream and fully covered her hands with it, showing them off to a quizzical, writhing Daniel.

“Wh-what’s that on your hands?” Daniel asked, momentarily abstaining from his physical exertion.

“Just relax…” Zoe replied calmly. “You’re just a boy… You won’t escape from those snakes while there is still salt in sea water… Please try to relax… it’s only shaving cream… and I have a job to do…”

“Shaving cream?” Daniel asked naively. “What d’you need that for?”

“The nurse needs a nice, smooth surface on which to apply the anaesthetic,” Zoe remarked scientifically. “And since you’re going through puberty, we need to have all that hair away from around your cock… What little there is… A job is a job…” With that, and with Daniel watching in disbelief, Zoe applied her cold hands to Daniel’s crotch, initially rubbing over his pubis and around the base of his penis.

“Ahhhhh, Jeez that’s cold…” Daniel tensed. “Stop it! Please… Zoe, stop it… you’re tickling me…” Portia and Charley giggled at Daniel’s humorous behaviour, his protests weakening as he succumbed to the pleasurable feelings of the cream being rubbed into his sensitive, pubescent genitals.

“Relax, be a good little boy… we’ll have you smooth as a baby again in no time…” Zoe giggled as she worked the shaving cream into his crotch, then massaging her hands over his scrotum and along the length of his stiffening penis. The tingling of Zoe’s actions was maddening, as she deliberately started using long, firm and slow hand actions to work up the shaving lather around his entire private area. She was masturbating him back to full stiffness.

Daniel closed his eyes and became overwhelmed by the wonderful feelings that Zoe was producing in his genitals as she fondled and groped and wanked him to full erection while expertly applying the shaving cream. He felt so naughty and helpless to just lie there and let a girl do that to him. The thought of it made him feel very much like an imprisoned little boy… weak and submissive to a younger, yet seemingly superior girl.

“Nnnghghh… stop… please…” Daniel begged as he felt a nagging tingling around his groin and in the tip of his penis. Zoe had brought his sexual arousal right back… “I don’t want to cum again… Please…” Daniel felt he was losing this renewed battle of the sexes hands down… Zoe and the girls had weapons of mass arousal. He didn’t even have anything with which to defend himself, much less have the mobility to use it, such was his surreal reptilian bondage.

“Okay, he’s ready,” Zoe announced, ignoring Daniel’s protests. While Charley retrieved a wet-shave razor from the purple plastic box, Zoe teased his foreskin back and forth, revelling at the power she had as she repeatedly exposed his tip at her whim, and feeding on his embarrassment. “This isn’t about whether you want to cum or not…” she whispered to him, without moving her lips. “I don’t really care what you want… you’re just Charley’s new toy…”

“Now you better hold still Daniel,” Charley began. “This is a five bladed razor, and if you make it difficult, losing your foreskin could be the least of your worries… Hmmmm?”

“Please don’t shave me…” Daniel begged, totally still on the bed out of fear of losing his crown jewels. “I don’t want to look like a baby… please,” he sniffled. Charley giggled and ignored his plea, and with the skill of an expert sculptor, took hold of his penis and held it up and out of the way of any mischief, gripping just underneath the glans. Satisfied, she began to apply the wet-shave razor to his groin and swipe away the hair that had made him proud for the last three months…

“Relax my baby boy…” Charley soothed as she continued to work the razor along the shaft of his penis and down underneath his balls as far as she could go. Daniel sobbed as he felt the razor tickling over his secret places and stripping away his sparse pubic hair. Even without seeing himself, the images in his mind alone made him feel like a little boy again. He tried to bury the sexy feeling he felt about becoming ‘fully nude’ once more.

‘She’s shaving me bald… noooo… A girl is using a razor to take away my pubic hair… from around my willy… from around my balls… Noooo! I don’t want to look like a little boy… Damn it! It’s making me feel horny… Why? It shouldn’t be like this…’ Daniel wrestled in his mind, still cautious not to wrestle on the bed. ‘I’m just a little boy… naked in front of three girls… I’m Charley’s toy… Oh god help me… Mummy…please stop them…’

“There… all done… how sweet you will look when we clean you up!” Charley beamed in victory. It always gave her a sense of feminine pride and dominance when she applied a razor to cast off the trammels of a boy’s pubic hair. How she enjoyed hearing them ‘scream’ in denial within their minds… and Daniel was an equally exciting example… Daniel strained to look down his body to confirm what he hoped wouldn’t be true, but he couldn’t quite see, only the cream-laden tip of his ongoing erection. “Portia… another wipe please to clean him up… and while you’re at it… empty him…”

Portia eagerly took Charley’s place between Daniel’s legs and applied the anti-septic wipe to commence cleaning away the remnants of the shaving cream. The wipe felt cool on the skin between his legs as the girl proceeded to clean him off, tracing the wipe down underneath his scrotum, cupping him, fondling him and then encircling the girth of his boyhood… pulling and pushing while she cleaned.

When Daniel’s crotch was clean of the cream, Portia discarded the wipe and boldly climbed up onto the bed, sitting herself astride Daniel’s tummy but facing his feet. He felt the warmth of her crotch spreading through her panties as she pressing down onto him and then the tickling fingers dancing across the top of his thighs. She tickled them upwards, spreading over and exploring his newly denuded pubis, tickling along the length of his dick and groping over his tingling sac.

“Nice and baby smooth again,” Portia teased.

“Just like all boys should be…” Zoe added menacingly. Daniel closed his eyes as his arousal giddied at Portia’s ministrations and tried to blot out the humiliation and shame he felt at that moment, barely holding back an inevitable tear.

As Portia closed her fingers around the shaft of his penis, she began to masturbate him in earnest… on her mission to ‘empty him.’ He felt the moist warmth of lips touching his and he quickly opened his eyes to discover that Charley was kissing him softly. A painfully short kiss…

“There, my sweet slave boy…” she whispered. “Pubic hair is over-rated anyway… So many people race to grow as much as they can because they think they feel mature… Only then to spend years trimming and shaving it off to make themselves look and feel younger… Go figure… You look so cute and handsome… especially down there…”

“Please don’t hurt me Charley… I don’t want to have that done to me…” Daniel begged, providing a feast of fear, humiliation and arousal for Charley to devour. She didn’t say anything, but leaned in to kiss her slave-boy more passionately this time as Portia continued to deliberately wank the imprisoned boy. Charley’s teasing tongue parted his lips and entered his mouth, subduing him, making him relax, making him submit… She was controlling once again, solely with her tongue…

Faster now, Portia milked Daniel’s erection, gripping him like a badminton racquet. One hand was fondling and gently squeezing the testicles that were crying out for instant relief, her other hand stroking up and down, edging him closer and closer.

Charley broke off the kiss and stood up to watch the impending climax as her protégé demonstrated her advanced understanding of ‘boy control.’ Zoe and Charley grinned at each other as Daniel continued to keep his eyes firmly closed, suffering the seemingly never-ending debasement of his humiliation and submission. Portia’s hand was a blur as she stroked the boy to the cusp of orgasm…

Daniel was breathing hard as he fought the conflict in his mind… to let go and endure another enforced orgasm, or to fight it and fight it for as long as possible. He resolved in his mind that Portia and the other two girls would continue until they got what they wanted… and he felt he was about to cum…

“Nnnngghh…” he grunted, his tummy flexing and hips jiggling slightly. Portia chuckled under her breath knowingly as she felt Daniel trying to push his crotch upwards to ‘make love’ to her hand. She was winning… just like she always did… just like girls like her always did…

“I’m gonna make you cum Danny…” Portia teased, never ceasing her vigorous stimulation of his cock. “I can feel that you’re gonna cum… your hairless little horny willy is gonna shoot for me… In front of the girls…”

Daniel lost it… his outraged body succumbed to orgasmic climax… his hips shuddering, his mind protesting as the familiar tingling electricity engulfed the tip of his cock… His glans throbbed as Portia’s hands left his groin, his penis remaining upright in salute to it’s watching conqueress.

“Oh god!” Daniel breathed hard. “I can’t…” But he did… Spurt after spurt erupted afresh from the slit of his dick, his hips jerking and trying to buck Portia from him in time with his visible orgasm.

“Whew!!” Portia chimed. “Good boy!”

Soon, the orgasm subsided to leave just a single dribble of his ejaculate seeping downward along his denuded cock. Daniel was lost in a haze of post orgasmic bliss, piecing together the shreds of his emotions and feelings, wondering if he was in a heaven or some kind of hell. His breathing took longer to come under control this time.

Daniel was aware that Portia was climbing off from his tummy and through the squints of his eyes, he could make out that Zoe was now using a wipe to gently swab and clean his genitals for him. It was so embarrassing, but at that very moment, he couldn’t have cared less. There was no denying that his orgasm had felt sublime… it was all of the other peripheral baggage that went with his current predicament that scared him, humiliated him.

Vaguely aware that Zoe had completed her task, and aware that he was breathing normally again, Daniel opened his eyes and saw Charley looking down at him. He raised his eyebrows in his best ‘injured puppy’ style, silently begging to be let go. But coldly, the girl just stared at him…

“Anaesthetic…” Charley suddenly said calmly to Zoe. Beside Charley, Zoe was there opening the longer thin black case... Inside was a hypodermic syringe with a very sharp looking needle some two inches in length… Very threatening…

“Nooo! Please Charley…” Daniel renewed his begging, becoming tearful once more. “I’ll do anything… please don’t do this to me… Don’t… you’ll hurt me… Please don’t…”

Emotionless, Charley took the needle from the case and brought it forward to hold it in front of Daniel’s quivering face, horror stricken.

“I’m sorry about this little slave boy,” Charley began softly. “But it’s true… you do need to be circumcised…”

“Noooo! You can’t do this to me… this isn’t real…” Daniel whimpered. “Don’t take my skin away… I don’t want to look like that… PLEASE!”

“But Daniel, when I was examining you, the skin covering the top of your handsome little willy felt all tight and restrictive,” Charley lied. “That’s not healthy, despite what you say… Sometimes, a nurse knows best… and a nurse has her job to do… hmmmm?”

“Noooooo!” Daniel wailed and gabbled. “It’ll feel horrible… it’ll look horrible… Please… Don’t do it… please!! Stop it… Noooooo!!”

“Time to cut you… Say goodbye to Mr Floppy Foreskin!” Zoe teased mercilessly.

Charley moved position, closer to his crotch, as Daniel continued to protest and writhe on the bed to free himself from his bondage… He looked on in terror as Charley positioned the needle, aiming it at a point just underneath his concealed glans. The needle was just millimetres from his flesh… threatening… it was going to happen… she was going to do it…

The room suddenly went dark and Daniel felt himself falling… through the bed… downwards… falling… spiralling… spinning… The familiar sound of the wind rushing around his ears and the harsh coldness of his nudity. He gave in.

As Daniel’s senses returned, once more he could hear music… The Spice Girls… ‘Spice Up Your Life…’ As his eyes focussed, he could see that he was somehow back in his room and that a record that he had never downloaded or placed onto his MP3 player was sounding in his room. It was bizarre.

He was relieved initially that there was nobody else in the room. His crotch was tingling and he moved his hands there for reassurance… he was at least still wearing his underpants… But like the last time, they were soaking at the front and his cock was still sensitive to touch. Remembering Charley and the needle, he was horrified at what he might find concealed in his underpants this time…

Gingerly, he pulled the material of his underpants up and over his cock. As before, he discovered a wet and sticky mess of his ejaculate smeared all around his genitals, evidence that he had climaxed somehow. He checked his penis, thoroughly relieved to see that he had not been circumcised at all… the treasured skin crowning his glans was still there and he rolled it back to confirm his relief. He was still a full boy…

‘Phew… Thank god… Was that another dream?’ Daniel questioned himself. ‘Surely it was a dream? A stupid wet dream…’

Daniel felt the need to get up and take a shower to clean off his latest disaster, and bury another set of his pants somewhere.

“It’s just your over active imagination Danny boy,” he said to himself, mocking the voice of his old PE teacher, and climbed off the bed. Then he looked again at his crotch… His foreskin was there, but he felt different… Then he felt it… “Shit! Where’re my pubes??!” Looking down at the floor, there was a small dollop of shaving cream… “What the hell?”

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Postscript -
There is a fifth dimension beyond which is known to man. It is a dimension as vast as space and as timeless as infinity. It is the middle ground between light and shadow, between science and superstition, and it lies between the pit of man’s fears and the summit of his knowledge. This is the dimension of imagination. It is an area which we call, The Twilight Zone…

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Daniel Grainger will return in Chapter 3... Playing Mummy…

(The End)