Timothy looked at his mother as she sat down in the easy chair by the fireplace of their picturesque family cottage. His face showed concern as she winced with the pain she felt throughout her slender and petite body. His mother, although beginning to suffer the first symptoms of a bout of influenza, had, as always, carefully applied makeup to her delicate and refined features.
Jenny Althorpe had been blessed with a beauty and grace that was near perfection. Her face was exquisitely featured, the high cheekbones and beautiful shaped lips now revealed perfect teeth as she smiled at her sons concerned expression. She was the product of several generations of fine breeding.
Jenny was dressed in a crisp white cotton blouse and navy skirt that complimented her slender and trim figure. Although she was now thirty-four years old, her face and body would have had even the most discerning admirer guessing at twenty-five.
Timothy had inherited the perfect features of his mother and equally the strong physique of his father who had died at the wheel of his car while making his usual journey to his office in London soon after Timothy's birth.
Timothy was now fourteen years old and was to Jenny's mind the most perfect son a mother could ask for. He was kind obedient and although perhaps a little shy, had a keen and responsible attitude to his schoolwork and household duties.
Jenny sighed as she looked at her son and picked up the papers that were laid on the small occasional table that was conveniently placed by the arm of her chair.
"It says here that you must be accompanied by a parent or guardian when you visit the medical centre today Timothy... and with all the will in the world I don't think I am going to be well enough to take you on the bus. I don't suppose that missing the school annual medical for one year is going to hurt, do you Timothy?"
Timothy looked at his mother, managing to hide his delight at the news. He had no desire at all to visit the school doctor and to be examined in front of his mother. He remembered the previous year when, right in front of his mother, the retiring grey haired doctor had pushed his hand down the front of the Timothy's trousers and grasped his testicles, instructing him to cough. He had not been able to look his mother in the face for several days such was his embarrassment.
Another reason, even more embarrassing was that for the last year Timothy had been getting erections. He had never been able to bring himself to mention them to his mother and although his friends at school often talked about "having a wank" as they put it, he had never dared to make himself ejaculate. He often found that as he rubbed against the bed sheets at night that he was near to making something happen, such was the intensity of feeling that he had stopped himself well before the moment of no return, scared and unsure of what the consequences would be. A manifestation of his reluctance to masturbate was that his testicles had swollen to such an extent that they were becoming painful. He had examined himself several times as he sat on the edge of his bed and noted the skin of his scrotum was stretched tightly around his balls and that they had become painful to the touch.
Jenny looked at her son and then seemed to make a decision. "Alright Timothy I'll make some phone calls... and as school is closed for the medical examinations, you might as well go out and get some fresh air. In fact you might pop across to Mrs Grant and tell her that I am not well and ask her if the blouse I made Susan was alright."
Timothy managed not to blush as his mother mentioned going over to Mrs. Grant. He was rather in awe of both Susan and her mother. Like him, Susan had no father and as such, he had often been asked by Susan's mother to do odd jobs that sometimes required lifting or climbing a ladder "Men's work" as she often called it. He always became embarrassed in front of the pretty mother and daughter as Mrs. Grant would occasionally run her hand through his hair and announce to her daughter "look what a good looking boy Timothy is... don't you think he will make someone a wonderful husband someday?" Timothy would blush profusely and look down at his feet as Susan would laugh, or sometimes try to catch his eye. Susan was just sixteen years old, almost a year older than Timothy and as such, seemed far more world-wise and mature than himself. She was extremely pretty and was popular with boys far older than him... at school he would see her talking confidently with sixth formers, boys that the school social hierarchy dictated did not deign to talk with lowly fourth formers.
Timothy returned home at five o-clock. He had performed several chores for Mrs. Grant, carefully avoiding looked at her beautiful and shapely legs as she stood watching him hang a picture, dressed, as she often did in the summer, in revealing cotton shorts. Upon entering his home, he opened the door to the living room and greeted his mother, who was looking even paler than when he had left. She sighed as she looked up at him from her chair.
"Ah Timothy I am afraid I am getting worse so Aunt Claire is bringing your cousin Hazel over to look after you and... I am afraid; I am going to have to leave you to your own devices as your Aunt insists that I go back with her until I am well. I know you haven't seen Hazel since you were small, but she is nineteen now and a very responsible young lady. She is already in her final year, training as a Norland Nanny, which is the top establishment for nannies to the rich and famous..." Jenny managed a weak smile." So I am sure she will look after you well while I am gone."
Timothy had mixed feelings at the news. True he had not seen Hazel for years and really could not remember what she looked like... on the other hand he was rather embarrassed at having to be looked after by an nineteen year old girl. The second announcement from his mother came as even more of a shock! "I rang Vicki Grant while you were over there. She said you were being very helpful again... and I do appreciate that very much. I know that she misses having a husband as much as I do and I know I couldn't manage without you being so helpful. So you can give your self a pat on the back." Jenny managed another weak smile to convey her warmth of feeling to her son even though she was beginning to feel the real effects of what was turning out to be a really serious case of influenza.
His mother continued "I had a word with Mrs. Grant this afternoon and because she used to be a nurse I asked if she thought that they would mind you missing your annual medical. She offered to ring the centre at Bourne and they kindly offered to let you go tomorrow, even though it is the erm... girls day for their medicals. I also told her that Hazel was coming to look after you and she has offered to look in from time to time. It will be a lot better for you going tomorrow as Hazel is driving over in her own car...and she can take you over to Bourne in the car... would you believe a girl of eighteen already has her own car!"
Jenny Althorpe had never learned to drive and after her husbands death had never had an inclination to own a car.
Timothy was unable to conceal his embarrassment at the news that he would, after all, be having his annual medical... and worse still he would be having it on the girls medical day. He blushed profusely at the thought of the girls from his school recognising that he would be the only boy there having a medical. He had always been shy of girls and at school kept himself very much to his self. Would they think it strange... or perhaps that there was something different about him that he should be at the medical centre with the girls rather than the boys?
Jenny noted her son's blushing face and thought that perhaps he might think that he had to line up with the girls. Last year the medicals had been carried out in the school hall. Hasty screens had been erected and the boys lined up on one side and the girls on the other. She quickly hastened to reassure him. "You will probably have to go to a different section of the medical centre so I wouldn't worry that you are the only boy there. After all it is used 'day in and day out by' all the local residents of the area." Timothy listened to the news and, never having visited the centre before, was reassured by his mother's words.
It was almost two hours later that Aunt Claire arrived. She had not changed much from what Timothy could remember, having the same refined and delicate features as his own mother but perhaps showing a little more affection than he remembered. She held the boys face in her hands and planted a quite sloppy kiss upon his lips before letting him go, only to pat his head and tell him what a good looking boy he was. Timothy blushed profusely and trembled involuntarily as his aunt stroked his cheek and held him by the shoulders while she examined him from head to toe. "My Timothy you are SUCH a good looking young man" She exclaimed, causing him to blush once more before hanging his head and looking at his feet in pure embarrassment and humiliation.
It was moments later that Hazel drove her car into the driveway of the pretty thatched cottage. She parked carefully, allowing her mother plenty of room to manoeuvre her car out of the drive without difficulty. Timothy managed a sly glance at her without being observed as she slipped off her coat to reveal a navy blue shirt and matching short skirt. Timothy was dumbstruck... the girl was absolutely beautiful. Her straight shiny hair was jet-black and cut severely to just below her jaw line, accenting her beautiful clean-cut features. She was definitely a product of her mother, having inherited all the delicacy and refinement of her mother's features, but with perhaps a slightly more determined chin and jaw line. A feature that did not correspond to her mother were the full firm breasts that pressed against the sheer fabric of her blue cotton shirt as she reached upwards to hang her coat on the hooks behind the door and the tall lithe body. Her long tanned legs were bare and showed a great deal of her beautifully shaped thighs as she fastened her coat to the hook.
Timothy felt himself blushing even before Hazel turned towards him and spoke softly to him. "Why you must be Timothy, mother told me you were a good looking boy... but my aren't you just a beautifully handsome young man."
The compliment, rather than elevate Timothy's sense of maturity, made him feel even more childlike in her presence. He blushed, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks as his eyes met hers for the brief instance of time before he once again looked down at his feet in abject embarrassment.
Hazel was well aware of the boy's embarrassment, but chose to ignore it in the hope that he would come around and lose some of his inhibitions. She was well aware of the effect her looks and demeanour could have on some men, and so had developed a talent, if she felt inclined towards them, of putting people at their ease.
The conversations between Claire and her sister Jenny did not last long. Looking closely at her sister, Claire announced that Jenny was really poorly and needed her care and attention as soon as possible. Jenny gently kissed Timothy and with a wry smile let her sister help her out of the door and to her car. It was all Jenny could do, to look back at her son, as Claire solicitously herded her into the car and placed a blanket over her knees. Timothy watched almost in dread as his mother was driven off, knowing that soon he would have to come face to face with his cousin Hazel, who's beauty had already caused him profound embarrassment.
Much to Timothy's relief Hazel had busied herself in the kitchen and prepared a summer salad for Timothy's tea. She had laid out the cold meats, tomatoes, potatoes, beetroot and lettuce on several plates, which she had placed on a tray.
"You may eat your tea in front of the television and I will give you until half past nine before I put you to bed... how does that sound? Timothy blushed at the first sound of authority, realising that Hazel was indeed in charge. What did she mean put him to bed? He had always taken himself to bed, sometimes kissing his mother goodnight downstairs and other times sleepily turning his head to her as he laid in bed when she came in to his room before retiring herself.
Timothy was still blushing as he finished his tea and changed channels to one of his favourite space adventure programmes. He was aware that Hazel was looking at him from her own chair, but soon became absorbed in the latest instalment of Space Rangers.
As the boy sat absorbed in his television programme, Hazel examined him from head to foot. Noting his long legs and muscled thighs through the thin chinos he was wearing. She could clearly see the outline of his chest and slim waist accented by the thin tee-shirt which fitted tightly to his body. Hazel knew then that the boy was quite exceptionally good looking and wondered what it would be like to smooth her hands over his flawless skin. Well she would certainly have the opportunity if the forms she had laid on her lap were anything to go by.
She read the paragraph over:
1 Children (under the age of sixteen years old) MUST be accompanied by a parent or guardian. The parent and guardian will be expected to stay with the child during examination and remain throughout the day. Lunch will be provided for parents on an ad hoc basis in the staff canteen.
2 Nursing staff will expect parents to help prepare children for tests and examinations and will be expected to bring any medication that the child needs with them.
3 Adolescents (over 16 but under 21 years old) may bring their own dressing gowns.
4 We would be grateful if any parents with nursing experience would make themselves known to one of the staff nurses.
Hazel smiled to herself, we shall see, she thought, as you looked the boy over once more. Perhaps she would tease him a little before letting him go to bed.
"Timothy it's half past nine and I see that your programme has finished. Would you like me to bath you... or can you manage yourself?"
The effect was startling... Timothy blushed immediately his cheeks bright red as he opened his mouth to protest. He had to draw in a deep breath before he could manage to utter his protestation. "Oh no Hazel, I always bath myself and take myself to bed." To Hazel's delight he was trembling visibly and bright red as he stumbled off the deep settee and walked towards the stairs. "Well when you are all ready for bed you can come down in your pyjamas and I will make sure you are nice and clean for bed." All though she was filled with glee at the boy's discomfort, she did not let her feelings show. I want you to be thorough in your bath, remember the doctor is going to see you tomorrow." Hazel knew that this would elicit further embarrassed responses from the young boy.
Hazel watched as Timothy climbed the stairs. She noted his slim hips and firm buttocks, marvelling at the perfection of his figure. She had always liked having control over boys. Not for her the acquiescent breathless infatuation that some girls seemed to readily display to the opposite sex. Hazel had decided a long time ago that any relationship she would eventually enter into would be on her own terms. Her physical beauty and forthright manner had always helped her get her own way and as she had grown older she had observed the effect she had on men as well as younger boys.
Timothy felt absolutely humiliated as he entered the bathroom; his face was on fire as, for the first time, he carefully locked the door. He could not help blushing profusely as he thought of her words. What did she mean, make sure he was nice and clean? He ran the bath and took off his clothes aware that his penis was fully erect, and the pain in his testicles was getting worse. He spent ten minutes scrubbing himself diligently, almost embarrassedly washing his penis behind the foreskin. It was almost twenty minutes later that he emerged from his bedroom dressed in his pyjamas. Although he had tried to dismiss Hazel from his mind he found that his face was still red and that his penis was still erect and pushing against the material of his pyjama bottoms.
Reluctantly he began to descend the stairs hoping against hope that Hazel would not notice the bulge of his erection against the thin striped material of his pyjama bottoms. Shyly he looked at her as he entered the living room. She was sat reading and on hearing him looked up and smiled. "Come over here Timothy, where I can see you." She stood up from her chair and waited for the boy to come to her. Timothy was completely mesmerised by her as he shuffled forward, his mind in a haze of embarrassment. She held him by the shoulders and then placed her hands on either side of his face turning his head from one side to the other as she looked in his ears. "Well you seemed to have cleaned your ears well! How about the rest of you... are you clean all over?" Timothy blushed profusely, alarmed that she intended to examine him further.
"Oh yes... er...er Hazel, I scrubbed all over.... Please.. er I am clean everywhere!" Timothy was shaking from head to foot as Hazel held him by the shoulders once more and placed him at arms length. She could see his erection quite clearly, but chose not to embarrass the boy further by mentioning it at that moment. Instead she stroked his cheek tenderly causing him to blush and spoke softly but firmly.
"Well I will take your word this time... but I am quite used to smacking the bare bottoms of naughty boys that are lax in their cleanliness. She observed the immediate colouring of his face to an almost purple blush as she spoke those words. She was deliberately reducing his stature from that of a fourteen-year-old young man to that of a naughty and disobedient young child. She had realised by his look of anguish and humiliation that he was normally very shy and that perhaps he would be easier to handle than she had first thought. She immediately changed the tone of her voice "All right sweetie, off you go to bed and I will see you in the morning." She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the forehead.
Timothy's mind was in turmoil as he stumbled up the stairs to bed. The embarrassment of her mentioning smacking bare bottoms along with the tender kiss on his forehead had played havoc with his delicate emotions. As he got into bed he realised that his penis was so stiff that it was painful, he felt faint as he laid his blushing face against the crisp white pillow.
After a feverish and restless night Timothy awoke to the sun streaming through his bedroom window. He realised that Hazel must have already been into his bedroom and drawn the curtains. He lay there wondering what the day would bring when Hazel entered the room. She was dressed in a silk shirt and navy pleated skirt that came down to just above her knees. She was bare legged and Timothy could not help looking at her long well toned and tanned legs. She wore perfectly applied makeup and looked even more beautiful than he had remembered her from the previous evening. Without knowing why he blushed immediately upon seeing her and began to tremble as she placed the cup of tea she was carrying on to his bedside table. "Good morning young man, here is a nice cup of tea, drink it and then come into the bathroom. I have already run a bath for you and I want to make sure that every inch of your body is clean before your examination.
Hazel could clearly see the telltale bulge of his morning erection pushing the bedcovers upwards as he lay looking at her. He quickly turned on his side as he saw her glance at the tented bed covers. He was blushing and trembling as he looked away from her, clumsily raising the teacup to his lips to hide his embarrassment.
Although Hazel had deliberately embarrassed the boy by intimating that she would be either bathing him or at least inspecting his body, she had no intention in doing so. She knew that sooner or later she would have a genuine excuse to see him naked and that when that moment came, she wanted to be able to take her time and examine him at her leisure. She waited for Timothy outside the bathroom door and spoke kindly to him.
"Right young man, I am going to trust you to take your bath and make sure that you are thoroughly clean from head to toe. When you are finished I want you to dress in your school uniform and come down stairs for some breakfast. We only have an hour before we need to set off."
Timothy's sigh of relief was audible as he stood before Hazel covering the front of his pyjamas with his hands to hide his erection. Hazel again ignored the boy's obvious erection and turned away and walked down the staircase.
Parking at the Medical Centre was quite easy, as many of the parents had taken advantage of the school bus to accompany their daughters to the centre. A kindly looking nurse greeted them in the reception hall and began talking with Hazel. She looked over at Timothy and told him to sit on one of the waiting room chairs while she filled in the appropriate forms. Timothy looked across at them once or twice as they chatted while completing a sheaf of white forms. With the end of the form filling they were ushered into a cubicle, which was curtained off from the main corridor.
The medical centre was much smaller than either Timothy or Hazel had imagined it to be. Apart from four consulting rooms and a reception hall, there was just one other large room.
The nurse spoke to Hazel, again ignoring the boy completely. "Right Hazel if you would get Timothy here undressed and them take him through to the room opposite. Nurse Davis will be there to give him his enema and shave him! You can put all of his clothes in this locker." She indicated one of four wooden lockers built into the back wall of the cubicle above a slatted bench that ran the length of the room. "Take the key with you. Oh if you want coffee, there is a canteen just off reception." Hazel felt a thrill run through her at the young nurses words. "Do you want him to leave his underclothes on?" Although Hazel already knew the answer she wanted the boy to hear it for himself. "No they tend to get lost if they are left in the examination rooms so we find it best to leave all of their clothes in the locker."
Without another word the Nurse pulled the curtain across the opening of the cubicle and left Hazel and - a profusely blushing and trembling Timothy, alone.
Hazel savoured the moment as she turned towards Timothy. He was trembling visibly and as she touched his shoulder he almost flinched, such was his abject state of nerves. "Right Timothy you hand me your blazer and shoes, those seem to the biggest items and I will put them away for you." She kept her tone neutral as she watched him blushing and trembling as he stood in front of her." Each stage of his undressing was an absolute delight to Hazel. She stood admiring his chest and narrow waist as he got down to just his trousers.
Turning to the lockers she tucked his socks into his shoes, wondering if he would start unbuttoning his trousers without being prompted. Hearing no movement from him she turned back towards him, she could see his eyes had began to water slightly as he held his hands to the clasp of his trousers, making no further movement. A thin sheen of perspiration had formed on his body as he stood trembling, his eyes down cast and his bottom-lip quivering.
"Come along Timothy," she savoured the next phrase "drop your trousers!" Timothy undid the buttons with trembling fingers. Not daring to look at Hazel as he eased the material down his thighs, acutely aware of his erection, which tented the thin cotton material of his underpants. Handing his trousers to Hazel he suddenly covered his erection with both hands, pushing his bottom backwards and almost crossing his legs. Hazel pretended not to notice as she carefully folded his trousers and laid them on top of the neat pile of clothing she had taken from the boy. She could here the sounds of females talking in subdued tones from other cubicles along the corridor, when suddenly she heard a loud slap and an admonishing raised voice "Now get those panties off straight away you naughty girl." She glanced at Timothy who had also heard. He looked at Hazel in anguish, tears welling up in his eyes as he stood cowering before her. Hazel could not miss the opportunity as she looked at Timothy. "Now you wouldn't want me to smack your bare little bottom for being difficult, would you Timothy?" Hazel looked at him and placed her hand under his chin raising his head so that he could do nothing but meet her steady gaze.. "Would you Timothy?" With trembling voice Timothy shook his head... er no miss." Hazel's heart jumped a beat at the use of the word miss, instead of her Christian name.
She knew that the nature of the relationship had changed at last. Her authoritarian manner and the constant humiliation of him had finally reduced his self-esteem enough for him acknowledge, perhaps unconsciously, her complete superiority over him. Her constant referral to him as more of a child than an adult had helped his unconscious thought accept, however reluctantly that, subtle but important, shift in their relationship.
"Place your hands on your head young man... and stand up straight." Hazel waited for the boy to obey. She knew that she might have to wait for him to compose himself, but instinctively she knew that he would eventually comply. She tapped her foot and folded her arms as if impatient. She felt a thrill run through her body and a tingling between her legs as she watched the boy stand straight and reluctantly uncover himself and place his hands upon the top of his head. "You can straighter than that arch that back shoulders back, you don't want me to think of you as a slouch...do you?"
Trembling and blushing a bright red, Timothy stood straight, staring in horror as Hazel went down on one knee in front of him and placed her delicate hands on either side of his waist. He shivered uncontrollably as she slid the smooth palms of her hands down inside the waist of his underpants. She watched his face for a moment as she slowly pulled them down until his erect penis halted them. Looking at his groin she lifted the waistband over his penis, watching it spring upwards as it was freed from the confines of the material. She was astonished at how large it was for such a young boy. Her face was only inches away from the smooth bulbous head, which she noted had been circumcised, as she slid the garment down his thighs and to his feet.
"Lift your feet so that I can take them off, there's a good boy." Hazel's voice was soothing, her tone almost husky as she slid the garment from his feet and stood upright.
She placed the garment in the locker and then before Timothy could cover himself she spoke sternly to him. "Stay exactly as you are... and tell me young man..." She paused for effect "Why you have an erection?"
Timothy did not believe he could have been more embarrassed his mind was in a whirl, the cheeks of his face were on fire, and he was trembling from head to foot. "I......d'''ddddonnt k'know muh mmm miss. I..."
He failed to finish the sentence, feeling near to fainting as Hazel looked at him, her face seemingly serious and stern.
"Well young man, I will just have to take you out into the corridor as you are... I sincerely hope that we don't meet anyone." Holding his chin in her hand she looked into his eyes. "Now put your hands down by your sides and follow me." Before he could protest or compose himself she had taken hold of the curtain to the cubicle and opened it wide, stepping into the corridor immediately. Almost fainting with embarrassment the trembling boy followed her. He could not help clasping his hands to his groin as he stumbled after her, pressing his hands tightly to his penis so that it was tight against his body. He walked with his knees pressed together as he followed her to the door opposite and stood cowering while she opened it.
If Timothy thought that his humiliation could get no worse, then he was in for a shock. It was Hazel's quick thinking in catching hold of his arm that stopped him from fleeing down the corridor. In the room were two nurses, one of about twenty years old and the other a student of not much more than sixteen years of age. There were several mothers who were standing with their daughters. It was a large tiled room with several baths, two of which had the curtains drawn around them. In the centre of the room was an examination table complete with stirrups, which were set at such an angle that, even to the casual observer it would be obvious, that, one's legs would have to be spread high and wide to fit in them.
All the girls were wearing dressing gowns of various styles. To Timothy's absolute horror one of the girls was Susan. She was wearing a fluffy towelling dressing-gown and looked completely composed, her hair freshly brushed and shining with health, her pretty face even had a touch of makeup. Behind Susan was Mrs Grant, who upon seeing Timothy immediately came over to him. "Ah there you are Timothy, I knew you were here somewhere." She turned to Hazel, seemingly ignoring the boys nakedness and abject embarrassment. "You must be Hazel, Timmy's mother said you would be bringing him, I hope you didn't have any trouble finding the place then?" Hazel smiled at Mrs. Grant and held out her hand. "Pleased to meet you, Vicki isn't it? Yes I found the place with no trouble at all." They shook hands and Vicki immediately turned her attention back to Timothy. She had always wanted to see the boy naked and now was her chance. Even though he was cowering crouched against the cold white tiles of the wall, trying to hide his naked body from the interested stares of the mothers and the curiosity of their daughters, she could confirm that he was, as she had always thought, a perfectly physically proportioned boy.
She spoke to Hazel again. "The rest of the girls have had their enemas, there is only Timothy left to do. So I am sure Nurse Davis will prepare Timothy next and then she will probably help you bath him." She turned to Timothy as she spoke again. "I am sure Timmy doesn't want to stand naked in front of all us ladies and the girls for any longer than he has to."
Susan looked at Timothy, admiring his perfectly formed body. She had always liked him and looked forward to him coming over to her house. Even though he was two years younger than her she had always known that he was someone special. She looked over his naked body and although his hands were clasped over his groin she could clearly see that his penis was erect. Susan had often visualised what the boy must look like naked, but the reality, despite his crouching position was better than she had ever hoped. She smiled at him and watched him blush an even deeper red as she spoke.
"Hello Timmy, mummy said you were having your medical with us today. Gail and the rest us girls," She looked over shoulder at a tall blond girl who, had never taken her eyes off the boy since he had come through the door. "...are going to join the line for the doctor so you will be on your own in here. Don't worry we all have to go through it." She smiled kindly at him and walking forward touched her hand to his blushing cheek. Timothy could never have envisioned, even in his widest dreams that he could feel so humiliated. To be naked, not only in front of Susan and her mother, but in front of Gail the head-girl who besides Susan was the prettiest girl in the school.
Gail was tall and her maturity and aloof demeanour had set her apart from the rest of the school, making her the perfect choice for the prestigious position of head prefect. Excelling at sport as well as academic work she was extremely popular amongst all of the teaching staff as well as the pupils. He had seen sixth formers, boys that would not even think of talking to him, mooning after her like lost sheep. Now the humiliations of humiliations, she was seeing him naked and cowering in front of her.
"Timothy was as near to fainting as he had ever been as Mrs Grant took his arm and propelled him along to the examination couch. Hazel walked with her and took the boy's other arm as Timothy tried to crouch even lower to the floor; his face was ablaze with utter humiliation and embarrassment as the nurses came towards him. It was like a nightmare as he was made to sit on the end of the examination table and then lay back. He felt his legs being lifted and spread wide open as they placed them in the stirrups lifting his bottom completely off the bed. A pad was placed under the small of his back, which supported him and elevated his bottom even further away from the bed. He resisted as the young student nurse moved to his side and gently took his wrists to pull his hands away from his groin.
Hazel spoke sharply to the trembling boy. "Look at me Timothy." He opened his eyes which he had tightly shut with embarrassment and looked at Hazel through his widely spread legs. "Naughty boys get their bare bottoms smacked... and you are no exception." Vicki Grant looked on with admiration as Hazel delivered three sound slaps to the boy's naked buttocks. You could have heard a pin drop in the room such was the silence that followed. It was such a shock to the boy that it was several seconds before he managed to gasp in astonishment.
Hazel spoke again; "Now my boy, let the nurse position you properly and perhaps we will have no more such nonsense." Both Vicki and Hazel watched the uncovering of the boy in silence. The nurse took his wrists and raised his arms until they were laid on the bed stretched out above his head. Hazel was now able to examine the boy at her leisure. His penis was completely erect and pointing upwards toward the ceiling. His swollen testicles had stretched the scrotum so tightly that the skin shone under the overhead lights that illuminated the examination table.
Vicki Grant called to her daughter as she was leaving with the rest of the girls and their mothers. "If you go and join the line Susan I will be with you in a few moments."
Timothy did not hear Susan's reply such was his utter embarrassment in realising that not only had he been smacked in front of Mrs. Grant and the nurses, but that Susan and the rest of the girls had still been in the room. He lay his head to the side and closed his eyes tightly with pure and utter embarrassment and humiliation.
Both Hazel and Vicki looked down at the boy as Nurse Davis Wheeled across a trolley, filled with a variety of instruments. One of the four corners of the trolley ascended into a stand that had an enema bag held high with tubing descending to the glass top which held the instruments.
Vicki whispered to Hazel as they stood side by side examining the boy. "He has the most perfect looks and physique of any boy I have ever seen." Hazel nodded, not taking her eyes from the boy's body. "Wonderful skin too, look at him, his skin is flawless." They moved back from between the boy's widely spread legs as Nurse Davis handed the enema nozzle to the young nurse and then greased her un-gloved finger with lubricant. "Now keep still Timothy" She announced "I am just going to slide my finger up into your little bottom and lubricate you a bit before I put the nozzle in. So be a brave boy."
"Open your eyes and pay attention to the nurse there's a good boy." Mrs Grant's voice, which was soothing but firm, had the desired effect as she watched the young boy open his eyes. Hazel realised that perhaps there was more to Vicki Grant than met the eye. Vicki put her arm around Hazel's waist as they both watched the two nurses at work on the boy. Timothy groaned and writhed as first a finger was slid up into his bottom and then his buttocks spread wide by nurse Davis, while the young student nurse gently inserted the pre-greased nozzle right up into his bottom. Hazel could not help feeling a thrill as Timothy grunted as the lower part of the nozzle was inflated with deft squeezes of the rubber bulb that the young nurse held in her hand. Nurse Davis let go of the boy's buttocks and immediately started lathering a shaving brush. Almost nonchalantly she applied the brush to his genitals, gently lifting the swollen testicles as she applied the foam evenly. The younger nurse reached upward and switched on the water from the enema bag and then took a razor from the trolley.
In an almost callous and casual manner she took hold of the young boy's penis and ignoring his moans of protestation, moved it this way and that as she shaved the entire area between his legs and buttocks.
Timothy was beside himself with utter humiliation as the nurse deftly pulled the skin of his foreskin tightly up over the head of his penis and shaved the small hairs that could be seen on the base of the shaft.
He opened his eyes in shock as he felt one of the nurses stretch his bottom cheeks wide while the nurse shaved in-between them. He gasped as she moved the tube from side to side to facilitate the further exposure of the crease of his bottom.
Timothy felt his eyes well up with tears of embarrassment. The light above him became blurred as he felt the first pangs of cramps in his tummy. He groaned audibly as the water began to fill up inside him. The young nurse looked at Hazel and beckoned her over to the side of the examination table. "Will you gently rub his tummy for him, it will stop some of the cramps and he still has another pint to go."
Hazel moved to the boy's side and placed one hand gently on his chest and stroked his cheek with the other. She watched as he opened his eyes, his expression showing his utter dismay as she leaned her head over his and whispered to him. "Don't worry Timmy, I think all the younger boys have had to go through this before their medicals. Somehow her words or the closeness of her caused him to blush an even deeper shade of red. "I am going to rub your tummy a little it will help you." As Hazel rubbed almost sensually over the boy's tummy she casually let her forearm brush over the head of his penis. As if it was the most normal thing in the world she took hold of his penis and moved it out of the way while she rubbed his lower stomach. "There has that lessened the cramps Timothy?" He looked at her through his haze of embarrassment, feeling her stretch his erect penis back between his legs as she continued rubbing his stomach. Another hand was placed on his chest and he looked to his right to see Mrs Grant peering over him. "I have to go Timothy, but I will pop in and see you before I go." She looked up at Hazel and smiled. "I am helping some of the nursing staff as well as looking after Susan, but I will see you later.
The nightmare continued... Hazel and the nurses helped and guided him to the toilet...the humiliation as a hand reached between his legs and deflated the nozzle... the bending over as a syringe was pushed into his bottom and water expelled up into him... standing naked and ashamed after he had expelled so that the nurse could examine the contents of the toilet bowl.
Timothy could not believe that he could be so humiliated. He trembled and shook as the nurse made him walk to the middle of the room and bend over whilst she wiped his bottom like one would a small child. She then instructed him gently but firmly. "Hands on your head and legs wide apart. Stand straight like a big boy now." When at last he had his legs spread apart and his hands placed on his head to her satisfaction, she pulled up a chair and sat down in front of him. To his horror she moved the chair closer, her knees almost between his legs. His body tensed as he watched her hand encircle his penis. Although his penis was no longer erect he felt utterly humiliated and powerless as her cool slender fingers encircled his timid flesh. Without preamble she lifted his penis upward as she placed her other hand beneath his scrotum and gently lifted his testicles, pulling them forward from between his widely spread legs. Her cool hands gently holding his most intimate and private parts, was too much for Timothy to bear. He felt his penis throb between her delicate fingers and begin to erect.
Both Hazel and the young nurse had moved to stand in front of him. He looked at them, his whole body beginning to shake with the shame he was feeling. Nurse Davis spoke to Hazel and the nurse ignoring both the boy's utter humiliation and his erecting penis.
"This is most unusual I have only seen it once before." She pulled his testicles even further forward, ignoring Timothy's gasp as she held them firmly stretched away from between his legs. "His testicles are so swollen that they are causing pain. If I were to guess I would say that he has not yet ejaculated, although as you can see the testes are full.. and he is obviously capable of an erection." She squeezed his penis and let her hand slide down the shaft exposing the glans and ignoring completely the boy's complete humiliation and groans of dismay.
I will let you bath him if you will Hazel and have a word with the doctor while you are doing that. Tina will help you bathe him..." She nodded at the young nurse, but try to avoid him ejaculating as I would like the doctor to see this." She hefted his testicles in the palm of her hand as she spoke.
Timothy looked at Hazel, his face filled with shame as he saw her looking at his testicles and penis. He blushed again as she looked him in the eye.
"I hope Timothy that you are going to behave yourself while the nurse and I bath you and that I am not going to have to smack your bottom again."
Timothy looked at her his bottom lip trembling and mumbled to her almost incoherently. "err....nnnnooo..miss."
The Bath was prepared and a naked and trembling Timothy was made to stand in the ten inches of water that the young nurse had drawn into the bath. Tina looked at Hazel and spoke to her a voice that showed her admiration for how she handles the boy. "Er Miss... erm,,, Hazel, if you would get the boy to hold on to the safety rail up there.... Er you will be able to hadle him erm... more easily."
Hazel smiled to herself as the young nurse pointed to the safety rail that was set into the ceiling above the bath. Two chromium plated adjustable rods extended down from the ceiling to a bar, which was high enough to make Timothy have to stretch to reach it. Hazel was aware of the exact meaning of what the young nurse had said, in that the boy would be completely open to their ministrations.
"Grasp the bar Timothy and open your legs wide, let's have no nonsense now." She slapped him lightly on the buttocks, much to the embarrassment of the boy and perhaps, she thought, to the delight of the young nurse.
Timothy stood and endured the most humiliating bath he had ever had. Not only did they handle him like a prize animal on show, but their comments on various parts of his anatomy, accented his total shame and vulnerability.
"Right keep straight and stop squirming about" Hazel admonished him as she took the first scoop of water and began to lather her hands with soap. Tina followed suit as they began at his shins and lathered him up to the tops of his thighs. Timothy could not cope with the sensation of their soft and delicate hands gently soothing and caressing his body. His penis had erected fully and was standing straight out and upwards from his body at an angle of forty-five degrees. Both Hazel and the young nurse deliberately ignored his genitals as they began to soap over his chest. Hazel became aware of the sensitivity of his nipples as she gently scraped her nails over them on the pretence of washing his chest.
The intimacy of them washing under his arms and around his chest had him trembling from head to foot. He knew with an absolute certainty what was yet to come, dreading the moment when they would turn their attention to washing between his widely parted thighs. It was Hazel that made the first move, making the most of the situation she took hold of his chin and made him look her in the eyes. She could see the distress written all over his face as she spoke to him. "Right Timothy, I am going to wash your penis and testicles and I do not want any false modesty from you young man. Now turn to face me and get those legs spread wider so that I can get at you properly. Remember... any nonsense and you will be out of this bath and over my knee... and all in front of our young nurse here. So Timothy my boy... are you going to be a good boy or will you be going over my knees with that bare bottom of your raised in the air...mmm?"
Her words could not have been chosen better for the humiliating effect it had on the young boy. His face suddenly suffused in an almost purple blush as he looked at her. He could not speak such was his abject dismay... instead he opened his legs as wide as he could and looked down shamefaced and trembling.
The first touch of her hand was like an electric shock as she took a firm hold of his penis and without warning stretched the foreskin back as far as it would go. He jerked his hips in shock as she raised her other hand and soaped behind the rim of the glans. He trembled and shook as she washed his penis thoroughly, before reaching right between his legs and carefully drew his tender scrotum forward rolling the testes in her hand before applying more soapy lather to his most intimate parts. Suddenly he felt himself beginning to throb uncontrollably and his body tremble as the acute sensation of an impending ejaculation surged through his young body. Hazel felt it at that very same moment and took her hands away from the boy. Hoping that she was not too late and the boy would ejaculate. This was something that she did not want... at least not yet. Her surprise turned to a smile as Tina, who had been aware of the danger suddenly dowsed the whole of his genitalia with a jug of freezing cold water. The boy gasped out loud as the shock of the water hit him. "arrgghh... ahhhhh"
Hazel could not help smiling at Tina as the boy shivered from the shock of the cold water. She ignored his protestations and spoke to Tina. "Well that seemed to do the trick, I think we are nearly finished if you would just bend him over and wash his bottom I think that will do."
More humiliation followed as Timothy was made to hold on to the side of the bath with his legs spread wide apart, while the young sixteen year old, insinuated her small hand between the cheeks of his bottom and washed him thoroughly. He gasped as a slender finger was pushed against the tight rosebud of his sphincter and to his horror, pushed up inside him. To add to his humiliation her other hand slid around his hips and he felt slender fingers take a firm hold of his penis. "Just one more little push and I am almost finished." Her soft voice almost whispered in his ear as she pushed up into his bottom and at the same time jerked his foreskin up and down the shaft of his penis in quick succession until he was fully erect again.
"Arggghhh...arggghhhh. He moaned and groaned as the young girl expertly manipulated him, feeling the head of his penis slap against his tummy as she stretched his foreskin backwards and forwards.
"There now we are all done." She whispered as she suddenly pulled her finger from inside his bottom and smacked him smartly on the buttocks. She let go of his penis and stood back. "Right young man. Let's have you out of this bath and dried off." Hazel wondered as she watched Tina manipulate the boy so expertly, how many young boys she had done that to, at their compulsory medicals.
As Hazel dried the boy she continued to subjugate him with words and actions. "Bend over there's a good boy and let me dry your little bottom." She parted the cheeks of his buttocks with her bare hand and then proceeded to dry between them. As she stood him up and died his chest she mad sure that the towel constantly rubbed the tip of his penis. She mad him stand with his legs wide apart while she took hold of his penis and patted it dry. She repeated the procedure with his testicles, aware that boy was absolutely suffused in a blush from head to toe. The final humiliation was when she asked Tina to check his bottom and behind his foreskin to see if he was completely dry, accompanied by the remark; "I usually have to powder little boy's bottoms after they have been bathed. I don't suppose you have any do you?"
Timothy absolutely cringed with embarrassment at the remark and the instruction she gave to the young nurse.
Timothy could hardly bring himself to look at her as the nurse stood in front of him in her crisp white apron. "Legs apart and bend over, there that's the way." She leaned over him and encircled his waist her hand reaching up under him and nonchalantly taking a firm hold of his penis and testicles as her other hand explored between the cheeks of his bottom. "Right up you get, come along now." She hurried the boy to a standing position and slapped the inside of his thighs until they were spread to her satisfaction. Timothy could have sworn she had a satisfied smirk on her face at his abject humiliation, his body was trembling all over as she reached forward and deftly took a firm grip on his penis. He trembled as she moved close to him. Her young breasts were almost pressed against his chest as she reached between their bodies and cupped his testicles in an upward motion and at the same time stretched his penis so that it was touching his naval. He could not meet her gaze as she stepped back again and deftly pulled his foreskin back along the shaft and examined behind the glans, she moved the swollen flesh this way and that and then casually patted it in an upward motion before letting him go.
Timothy was near to tears with embarrassment as he was made to walk between Tina and Hazel as they left the tiled bathroom and proceeded towards the larger room at the end of the corridor. Again he clasped his hands to his groin, battling to keep his erect penis hidden from view. As they walked down the corridor he could see several of the mothers with their daughters who were fully dressed in their school uniforms. Timothy cast his eyes to the ground and began to crouch lower, it was just as they were passing a pretty girl of sixteen and her mother that Hazel slapped his bottom twice in quick succession. "I can see that I am going to have to take you over my knee if there is any more nonsense. Now stand up straight and walk properly you naughty child."
Timothy wished a hole would appear in the floor and swallow him up, such was his dismay as involuntarily he looked up to see the girl snigger at his nakedness. The mother raised her eyebrows to Hazel in sympathy as Hazel took his arm and pulled it away from his groin. Timothy could not contain his penis and testicles in just one hand so he pressed his penis close to his tummy as he was led towards the door of the common room.
As they entered a nurse as well as Mrs Grant were clearing screens away. To the side of the room He could see Susan and Gail, now fully dressed, helping to arrange the screens against the wall. Timothy groaned with embarrassment as he saw Susan and Gail. The nurse stopped and turned to Hazel. "If you have Timothy wait by the door over there, I will see how long it will be before he can see the doctor,. Why don't you go and get a coffee, you must be parched"
Hazel smiled at Tina and instructed the boy to go and wait by the door. When he hesitated Hazel immediately took a firm grip on his upper arm. Timothy groaned in horror, as he saw that the door the nurse had indicated was where both Susan and Gail were stacking the screens.
The offer by both Gail and Susan to help with the screens had not been entirely altruistic. Susan knew that Timothy would be the last to go in and that in all likelihood her mother would stay at least to see Hazel, before she left. She smiled at Gail almost conspiratorially.
They both watched as the naked boy was escorted by Hazel to wait by the surgery door. The door, which was only a few feet from where they were standing, had a screen in front of it, which was shaped in the letter L. He was again crouched low, both hands now protecting his modesty as best he could as he hobbled rather than walked to the closed door and disappeared behind the screen. He had managed to avoid the interested gaze of the girls as he walked across the room. Once behind the screen Hazel spoke sternly to him. "Right young man I have told you about being slovenly once too often." Without warning she took a hold of his waist and turned him around. Before he could protest she had bent him over with her arm encircling his waist. To his horror he realised that she was going to smack his bottom and that Susan and Gail were only a few yards from the other side of the curtained screen.
"Pleeeaaaa...aasssee." His pleading was cut short by the first of a dozen sound slaps that she delivered not only to his bottom but also to his legs. He involuntarily began dancing about as she slapped him. "Smack smaccckkk... smackkkkkkk."
"Owwwhhh arggghh... pleeeasee... ouchhhh." He could not believe this was actually happening to him as she tightened her grip around his waist and continued slapping him. "Smaaaccck... smaaacckkk.... Smaccckkkk. As the twelfth stroke of her hand fell upon his reddened bottom and legs she stopped and stood him upright...
"Right young man... hands on your head...quickly now and stand up straight." She watched him intently, her beautiful face stern and foreboding as he reluctantly obeyed. "Now let me tell you, if I find that you have moved one millimetre while I am gone, you will be over my knee, right here in this room!" Timothy blushed profusely feeling utterly ridiculous as he stood with his hands on his head. His long penis although not erect was still turgid, the plump flesh lying heavily over his swollen testicles.
Timothy stood as he had been instructed to, when the screen in front of him was suddenly wheeled away. To reveal both Susan and Gail looking cool and fresh in their school uniforms. "Sorry Timothy, Susan said as she slid the screen along the floor. "We have to have all of these away before the next girls arrive."
Timothy could have died. He dare not move his hands, the results of his disobedience already displayed in red blotches on his bottom and thighs. He blushed bright red and hung his head in utter shame as the screen was wheeled away. Looking down with his hands pressed firmly to the back of his head, all he could contemplate was his absolute nakedness and utter humiliation.
He could hear the screen s being moved and several footsteps in the hall, he sensed that someone was approaching him. He raised his head to see Mrs Grant standing in front of him. "I am sorry Hazel has had to smack your bottom, my it does look red... and your legs too I see." Timothy blushed aware that that was not all that Mrs Grant could see of him. "Never mind you will be seeing the Doctor in a few minutes... I'll get Susan to come across and cheer you up a bit... they can manage the other screens afterwards."
The last thing Timothy wanted was for Susan to see him naked again, he felt even more vulnerable with his genitals freshly shaven, not even a whisper of hair to protect his modesty. He was blushing an even deeper shade of red as Mrs Grant gently patted his burning cheek and walked across to where Gail and Susan were working. He dare not look as Mrs Grant spoke to them, his body trembling uncontrollably with embarrassment as the two girls walked across to where he was standing. Susan was the first to speak as she stood close to him and placed her hand on his bare shoulder. "Poor Timmy... having to have his bottom smacked. I am sorry, I know how shy you are." Susan's voice was soft and soothing and sounded sincere. Timothy blushed an even deeper shade of red as Gail casually walked to his side and smoothed hand gently across the cheeks of his bottom. He flinched in shock at the intimacy of her touch. His embarrassment was paramount at being made to stand naked and fully on display in front of the two teenage girls.
Gail spoke to him, her hand stroking gently down across his sensitive bottom cheeks. "Did she hurt you very much? They were very loud slaps." Richard blushed again, his face already so reddened with embarrassment that the effect was minimal. To his horror he felt his penis pulse, knowing full well that he had no control over it. He began to crouch, pushing his bottom backwards as he felt his penis beginning to become erect once more. "Pleeeaaase er.. miss" His plea went unfinished as Gail took her hand from his bottom and stood beside Susan. She placed her hand gently on his chest, her long fingers grazing over the sensitive flesh of his nipple as she spoke to him. I think you ought to stand up straighter. If Hazel catches you like this I think she will be having your bare bottom over her knee.
To his horror Gail's hand moved softly over his chest and down onto his tummy before she moved her hand away and both girls stood back from him. He stood straight his eyes unable to avoid looking at them as they watched his penis begin to throb, the turgid flesh pulsing visibly. "Oh Timothy... you're penis is moving... are you going to get an erection?" Susan asked innocently. Timothy wished he would faint... anything to escape the foolishness and humiliation he felt. The girls stood and watched as his penis stiffened until it stood out from his body, the flesh full and throbbing visibly.
Susan could see he was becoming more and more distressed at his embarrassment and motioned to Gail. "We will leave you Timmy, don't worry it will all be over soon." The girls moved away talking quietly to each other, it was Gail that turned her head back to look at the naked boy, his body standing upright with his hands on his head and his penis sticking straight out in front of him.
It was perhaps a quarter of an hour later that Hazel returned to the surgery door. Timothy's erection had subsided to an almost flaccid state as she looked at him, placing her hand gently on his cheek."I am sorry I had to smack you Timmy, but you were a naughty boy. However Vicki has been telling me what an extraordinarily shy young man you are. The doctor will see you now I think, so you can take your hands down." Hazel stepped forward and knocked confidently upon the surgery door. It was only a few moments before an extremely pretty young nurse opened the door. "Come in." She announced, holding the door open wide so that Hazel was able to usher the young boy in.
The surgery was large and divided by a large screen in the centre of the room. In front of Timothy, who was again clasping his hands in front of his groin, was a large desk, upon which was a blotter pad, 'in' and 'out' trays and a stethoscope. Towards the middle of the room was a very modern examination couch with brown leather stirrups already in place. There were weighing scales of a very modern design and several shelves with complicated instruments of various shapes. A strong overhead light illuminated the examination table. There were two nurses, both dressed in smart white tunics. Both of the nurses were young and slender. The shorter of the two had short almost black hair while the other nurse wore her longer blonde hair tied back in a chignon. It was the doctor who held Timothy's attention, she was small and petite, her pretty face was neatly made up and the small steel rimmed glasses she wore gave her a studious appearance. She was wearing a white coat made of very fine cotton. He realised that the doctor could not be much more than twenty-five years old. As she stood up Timothy could see that a white cotton belt accentuated her tiny waist. She looked at Hazel and smiled, displaying her perfect teeth. "I understand that you are" She looked down at the form she held in her hand "Timothy's temporary guardian, while his mother is away?"
Hazel replied confidently. "Yes that's right, his mother is staying with my own mother while she recovers from a bout of influenza. So I have taken charge of Timothy and am staying at the house to look after him."
The doctor smiled. She realised that Hazel was a quite confident and able young lady and was quite sure that Hazel meant exactly what she said when she said 'take charge'.
The doctor turned to one of the nurses. "Let's get him weighed and measured and then I will examine him. "She turned to Hazel. "There are some forms to sign, which you as guardian at the present time may sign in his mother's absence.
She opened the palm of her hand to indicate that Hazel should sit on a chair by the desk while one of the nurses took Timothy by the arm and led him to the scales. He began to blush once more as the Pretty dark haired nurse placed her soft hands on his waist and positioned him on the scales. He stood there until she motioned him to step down and stood him against the wall, which had a scale marked in feet and inches upon it. "Put your hands by your sides and stand up straight with your head touching the wall." Reluctantly Timothy uncovered himself, blushing as the nurse glanced down at his naked body. He blushed even more as he body pressed firmly against him as she placed a small movable marker on his head. "Right you can move forward." She said as she noted the position of the maker.
The next part was particularly humiliating as she made him stand with his legs apart and his hands stretched out to either side. "Now stay like that until I have finished measuring you there's a good boy." He blushing her delicate hands held the tape around his neck and then from his shoulder to his fingertips. Each time she measured him she called out the result to the other nurse who had come to stand by them with a clipboard. She pressed her body against him as she measured his chest and then his waist, her cool hands playing havoc with his feelings.
Timothy blushed profusely as she knelt down and passed the tape around his buttocks, her face was pressed almost intimately against his tummy as she brought the ends around to the front. He trembled as her hand brushed against his penis as she placed the end of the tape to the measurement. Again the back of her hand brushed against his penis as she placed the tape around his thigh.
Timothy could but stand there, his arms still outstretched and beginning to ache just as the pretty nurse smiled at him and spoke; "You may put hands on top of your head now, they must be aching by now." Timothy blushed, as she looked him in the eye. Deliberately and without warning she reached forward and cupped his testicles before placing the end of the tape with her other hand between his legs. The effect of her looking him straight in the eye while holding his genitals was too much for Timothy and he blushed mightily.
"My you are a shy one;" she said. "I would not have thought a young man like you could blush so much." He proved her wrong as involuntarily he blushed once more at seeing Hazel turn her head, from the desk where she was filling out his forms, and look at him. She spoke, her tone matter of fact, as she watched the young nurse nonchalantly lift his testicles once more and proceed to measure the length of his leg from the groin. "Now Timothy I hope you are behaving yourself, I would not want to have to smack your bottom again."
Her words causing the boy to blush an even deeper shade of red, waves of humiliation washing over him as he stood naked before the young nurse, his legs spread wide apart and his hands on top of his head. "The nurse looked at him as she finished taking his measurements and stood upright, her face now only inches away from his. Her tone conveyed a feeling of sympathy as she gently laid her soft hand on his cheek. "Poor baby, it's all a bit much for you isn't it." Timothy blushed again this time at the intimate contact of her hand and the closeness of her face to his.
His humiliation continued as the nurse sat him on a cold metal chair while she took his blood pressure and a small quantity of blood. She bade him stand up and passed him a large jar with a tube like end. He blushed as he saw it, knowing that he would be required to give a urine sample. His embarrassment was almost palpable as she made him stand by the sink in full view of everyone. "Now see if you can fill the bottle for me." Timothy looked at her incredulously; surely he would be able to do it in private! The nurse smiled at him and said. "I am sorry Timothy you will have to do it in front of me, I am going to test it straight away." She took the jar from his hands and knelt in front of his. To his dismay she took hold of his penis, which was still plump but hanging down between his legs, and placed the end and most of the shaft into the jar. "Now take hold of the jar, there's a good boy." Without another word she turned to the sink and turned on the cold tap. She placed a sponge underneath the running water and quickly, turning towards him, placed it against his tummy. The shock of the cold water and the running of the tap quickly had the desired effect and Timothy began to urinate helplessly as the young nurse watched him. She moved behind him and pressing her body close to his, she passed her hands around his waist took hold of his penis and the jar and squeezed the last few drops from the end of his penis.
Timothy was made to stand in the middle of the room with his hands on his head for about ten minutes before the doctor got up from her desk and placed the stethoscope around her neck. He could feel himself blush as she took his face in her hands and bent his head forward. Her gentle fingers began to run through his hair as she examined his scalp. She then looked in his ears before tracing her hands around his jaw line. He could see from over her shoulder that Hazel and both the young nurses had joined the doctor and were standing to her side as she placed the cold stethoscope against his chest. "Breathe in deeply and hold your breath until I tell you to expel." Her voice was soft, almost intimate as she moved the cold metal over his chest. "Right put your hands by your side and expel your breath." She let the stethoscope drop and waited until his hands were by his side.
She raised her arms and placed them on each shoulder before moving them over his shoulders and down his arms. Her touch was soft and gentle and her cool hands made goose bumps appear upon his flesh. "Now hold your arms out." Timothy obeyed as she placed her hands on either side of his chest and slowly moved them down his body until they were holding each side of his narrow waist.
She went down on one knee and continued feeling either side of his body as her hands brushed down over his hips and thighs to his ankles. "You may put your hands down by your sides now." She stood up and to Timothy's embarrassment took hold of his penis with both hands and gently pushed the foreskin back until the glans was fully exposed. She examined it carefully before letting it drop back between his legs. Timothy groaned as he felt his penis throb at her touch. She made no comment as she lifted his testicles and spoke to him once more. "Now turn you head to the side and cough for me." Timothy obeyed, his cough week and feeble, such was embarrassment at standing in front of the four young women while his testicles were being held so intimately.
"And again, a nice big cough please Timothy." He blushed, but managed a much stronger cough. The doctor turned to one of the nurses and asked her to bring a chair. The taller blonde nurse immediately fetched a chair, which she placed in front of Timothy.
The doctor sat on the chair and placed her hand upon the inside of the boy's thigh. "Now open your legs as wide as you can there's a good boy." She turned her head to Hazel as the boy obeyed her, spreading his legs as wide as he could.
"Nurse Davis has told me about her cause for concern Hazel, and his testicles are indeed very enlarged and swollen." She turned back to Timothy and looked up at him from her chair. "Look at me Timothy and listen." Shamefaced the boy looked at the young doctor, his face blushing as her eyes fixed upon his. "I am going to ask you some questions and I want truthful answers. Do you understand me?" Timothy blushed, but managed to answer.
"er... Yes doctor." His voice was croaky and hoarse. "Do you know what masturbation is?" Her question embarrassed the boy but reluctantly he managed to answer her. "erm... Yes I think so .. er miss... er doctor." Have you ever masturbated? Played with this until you have ejaculated. I want a truthful answer now." Timothy blushed profusely as the doctor, almost casually took hold of his penis and laid it in the palm of her hand. The doctor could see the colour suddenly rush to his face as he looked at his penis laid in her hand and then replied.
"Honestly er.. miss.. erm truthfully I haven't."
He stuttered and stammered as she continued to hold his penis. After a few moment she let go of his penis and cupped his scrotum in one hand and gently felt around the testes with the other. "Are you having pain from your testicles?" She looked up at him as she spoke. His eyes were immediately drawn to hers as he made his admission.
"Yes... miss... er doctor, sometimes they hurt."
"Does the pain wake you up at night?"
"erm... Sometimes miss." The boy replied truthfully.
She stood up and left him and spoke to both of the nurses. "I want him on the table... er no not that one." She gestured towards the examination table. "Behind the screen I think. I want good access and plenty of support he may be there for a while." Timothy could hear the conversation but had no idea what was about to happen to him.
Timothy stood as he had been left while the nurses disappeared behind the screen. He could here the soft hiss of pneumatics and hear the nurses busy with some kind of apparatus, but beyond that he had no idea what they were doing. He was aware that a very bright light had been turned on, reflecting its beams against the ceiling above the top of the screen that divided the room. Hazel and the doctor were in deep conversation by her desk as the boy stood naked and embarrassed but otherwise waiting patiently.
It was probably ten minutes that the two nurses came for him. He could understand that something was about to happen as he was led with each nurse either side of him holding his arms to the side of the screen and made to walk through the opening next to the wall. He trembled as he saw the fully automatic gynaecological bed starkly illuminated against the white tiled floor and walls of that section of the room. There were futuristic looking gas cylinders and trolleys with callipers and instruments neatly placed on their surfaces. He was propelled towards the bed and quickly turned around so that his bottom was pressed against the end of the bed between the technical looking stirrups. Pads and supports seemed to be everywhere, their brown leather supported by highly polished chromium plated arms that seemed to have adjustments everywhere.
His confinement to the examination bed was carried out quickly and efficiently as if he might flee with fright. He was made to sit his bottom on the bed and quickly laid back while to nurses deftly hoisted his legs into the stirrups. Straps were attached and pads placed under him and around him that he apprehensively looked at the two nurses and stammered:
"er.. what are.. y... you going to do.. er nurse."
The nurse answered soothing her hands over the trembling boy's brow. "Don't worry, doctor will be through in a moment." He was given no more information as they continued adjusting the bed. His legs were held high but thankfully not too far apart. The support pads were under his thighs, knees and ankles as well as soft supports under his lumbar region and around his hips. Suddenly he heard the hiss of pneumatics and felt the stirrups moving, pulling his legs further upwards and widely apart until he felt his bottom cheeks opening. One of the nurses busied herself adjusting something cold against his buttocks and again he heard the hiss of air as the cheeks of his bottom were stretched apart, exposing the sensitive opening of his sphincter.
The last adjustment was the placing of a pad under his head, which the nurse inflated with air. Timothy did not think that he could have been placed in a more humiliating position. His legs were stretched far wider and higher than that of the preparation room where he had been given an enema and had his genitalia shaved.
He blushed as he saw Hazel walk in to the room and stand looking at him from in-between his widely spread legs, just as the nurses were attaching loose restraints to his wrists which had been placed on the bed above his head.
His apprehension grew even stronger as one of the nurses placed an oxygen mask next to his head. Although it had been placed it there as a precautionary measure, Timothy looked at it ominously.
The doctor walked through and asked one of the nurses to reduce the size of the screen, which divided the room so that she could see the door. The nurse walked in-between Timothy's prone position and the dividing screen and drew it back. Timothy could now see into the first part of the room and realised to his dismay that the screen only covered the middle part of him. His legs and head were clearly visible to anyone that entered the surgery.
She spoke to Hazel, ignoring the boy's worried expression. "I have asked Vicki Grant to come as soon as she is free. Vicki used to be a nurse here at the centre and as she lives near to where you are staying I thought she would be the ideal choice to help you with what we discussed." Timothy blushed immediately as he heard that Mrs grant would be coming in to the surgery, hoping against hope that whatever they were going to do to him would be finished and she would not see him in such a humiliating and revealing position.
The doctor continued talking with Hazel: "Of course you will ideally need three of you so I am going to ask the one of the nurses from the centre to come along and help you.
"Now what I am going to do is extract as much semen as I can and..." The surgery door opened cutting the young doctor off in mid-sentence. Timothy watched in horror as not only Mrs Grant walked in, but she was immediately followed by Susan and Gail. They all immediately looked at Timothy as they entered the room, seeing him blush a beetroot red as he saw them. Mrs. Grant spoke to Susan; "If you and Gail take a seat here I will go through. I don't know why you both don't go and get a drink from the canteen after all your hard work.
Timothy watched the girls sit down realising immediately that they could see him quite clearly from their position. Mrs Grant walked through and smiled at Hazel and the doctor and nurses. "Sorry I couldn't come sooner." She looked down at Timothy her eyes taking in every inch of him as she walked over to Hazel who was standing next to the doctor at the foot of the bed. The two nurses immediately took up their positions at each side of his hips. One of them nonchalantly laid her hand against his tummy just above the juncture of his penis, which was lying flaccid between his legs.
"As I was saying;" The doctor continued where she left off. "I am going to take as much semen from him as I can from him in the time permitting and then I think we will have to keep a close watch on his output during the coming weeks.
The doctor looked over Timothy's body and addressed Hazel, Mrs Grant and the two nurses. "As you can see he is physically extremely well proportioned in fact I don't think I have seen a boy quite up to this standard of perfection... and I don't use the word perfection lightly. Because of his quite sheltered upbringing I think that it would be morally wrong to encourage him in masturbatory habits. I am sure that if he is well supervised and drained at regular intervals it will be the most satisfactory solution." Hazel looked at Timothy as the doctor continued. She could see his face was one deep red blush and wondered why she felt so much excitement at his subjugation.
Now I am going to suggest that you take semen from him between say... five and seven times a day. I will give you a box of test-tubes and if you would mark them with time and date, we will be able to judge what amount needs to be extracted per day, to keep his testicles at a normal size for physical comfort."
She turned to one of the nurses; "Will you make sure we have some to hand."
"I will use two methods today so that you can alternate between them or at times use other methods to obtain as much as you can at each session. The school holidays start on Friday and as today is Tuesday I will issue a sick note so that you may keep him at home for the rest of the week."
She turned to Hazel and smiled as she finished her sentence. "If you check him during the day, it should indicate whether he is ready to have some more taken from him.
Timothy could not believe his ears. He was trembling from head to foot, his embarrassment increasingly fuelled by each sentence. He felt like a prize animal on display as the doctor discussed what was to be done to him in such a 'matter of fact' manner.
Involuntarily he turned his head to the side to avoid the steady gaze of the Hazel and Mrs. Grant as he turned his head he suddenly became aware of Susan and Gail who were leaning forward in their seats. It became obvious to the distraught boy that they had heard every word the Doctor had said.
Timothy's penis was completely flaccid as the doctor moved further forward between the boy's legs. The nurse handed her an opened tube of lubricant and waited with her hand outstretched while the doctor greased several of her fingers before handing it back. The fluency of the procedure seemed well practiced and made Hazel wonder how may young boys and been subjected to this kind of humiliation before Timothy.
Without a word the doctor inserted her hand between the boy's buttocks, the smooth plastic pads that stretched his bottom wide, allowed her full access to his sphincter.
She looked at Timothy as she pressed her forefinger against the tight rosebud at the entrance to his anus. "Just relax there's a good boy, I am just going to slide a finger up inside you." Timothy turned his head to the side in embarrassment only to see that Gail and Susan had left their chairs and had moved to the other side of the room. They were looking towards the far side of the screen and Timothy knew that they could now see everything that the doctor was doing to him.
He groaned as he felt her finger push past the constricting muscle of his sphincter and suddenly felt an acute sensation as she located his prostate.
"Arggghhh... ooohhh." Timothy groaned as he felt her finger, which seemed to be deep inside of him, stimulate the prostate gland. He could feel an answering throb in the tip of his penis, as to his horror; he felt the nurse casually lift the flaccid member and deftly pull the foreskin down the shaft revealing the glans and the sensitive flesh beneath.
He writhed his hips, trying to escape the acute sensation he felt deep inside his bottom, but was hindered by the confines of the gynaecological table.
The doctor turned to Hazel and Mrs Grant..."As I thought, the prostate is enlarged I would imagine that the boy has been in discomfort for some time."
The nurse caused his next groan of misery, embarrassment and acute sensation as she rubbed the palm of her hand over the very tip of his penis.
"Arrggghhhh.... Arggghhhhhh...arggggggggggggghhhhhhhhh." The sensation was so acute that he felt he would die unless she stopped immediately. The nurse gave a smile of satisfaction to Hazel and Vicki as the penis became fully erect and hard within her hands.
"There's a good boy now that didn't take long did it sweetheart." The dark haired nurse coo-ed at him as she began to sensually manipulate the foreskin up over the sensitive glans and then back down again. Her practiced milking motion soon had the boy gasping for breath and every sinew of his body as tight as piano wire.
"Arrgggggghhhh...arggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhh. Timothy was beside himself, engulfed in a myriad of the most acute sensations he had ever felt in his young life.
Hazel moved, almost instinctively, moved from the doctor's side and came to stand beside the boy. She lowered her head, her breath soft and sweet and her voice gentle and loving as she spoke to him. "There my sweet boy let it all come out for doctor, you'll feel much better soon."
She placed her hand softly on his chest and ran her fingers articulately over his sensitive nipples. She could feel a thrill run through her body as he suddenly arched his back and groaned his voice almost a wail of anguish and sensation.
"Argggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... argh argh argh." His body shook as Hazel quickly took each nipple in her hand and squeezed hard, turning her head to look at his penis which the nurse was steadily milking in her long fingers.
Hazel noted that the other nurse was now holding his testicles and stroking his tummy. She also noticed with amusement, that it was Vicki who held the test tube over the end of his penis just at the vital moment, catching a mighty stream of thick semen as it erupted from his thrusting member. The nurse did not miss a stroke in her milking of him as Hazel watched avidly, noting the doctor almost jabbing her finger up between his captive buttocks as he ejaculated in a wail of anguish.
"Arggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" His wail seemed to go on forever. Hazel turned back to look at the boy captive on the bed below her. His head was thrown back and his mouth was wide open gasping for air, as jet after jet of thick white globules seemed to burst from the tip of his penis. His head lashed from side to side as still the nurse manipulated his penis and doctor stimulated his prostate. They held him in the throes of ecstasy, manipulating his flesh so expertly and for so long that the boy began to shiver as if his body was in spasm,
On and on it went until the last spurts of semen were drained from him. His back arched one final time before he fell back on the bed exhausted. His chest heaved for breath as the nurse milked the last few globules in an upward motion from the very base of his penis, watching as the very last drop escaped into the glass test tube. She gently let go of his penis and placed the oxygen mask over his face.
Simultaneously the doctor slowly and gently slid her finger from his bottom and patted his penis gently.
"There's a good boy Timothy, you have done very well. We are going to let you rest for a while now."
Timothy sucked at the rich air. His mind and body were in turmoil. He had never imagined that he could have experienced such feelings. He could feel his heart beating within his chest. He could, he imagined, feel every inch of his skin, and still impossibly feel their hands roaming over his body. Paramount to all these feelings was the utter humiliation he felt. He knew that his face was a red as a beetroot. Not just with the physical overwhelming experience of his first ejaculatory orgasm but with the already deeply carved humiliation, that he had suffered at the hands of his cousin and the doctor and nurses. These feelings were even more acute; he shivered at thought, of Susan and her mother and of course the head girl, Gail. They had not only heard him have his bottom smacked in public, but had also witnessed his nakedness and humiliation, being made to stand with his hands clasped to his head, unable to stop his penis from erecting in front of them. He shivered again at the thought of the recent events, his young body shaking visibly.
Had he known or been able to foresee the events that would follow, he might well have died of shame and humiliation. Or even had he been able to hear the conversation centred around the doctor's desk his unease would have been multiplied tenfold.
Both Hazel and Vicki were seated at the doctor's desk. Susan and Gail had gone back to their seats rather hurriedly as the proceedings with Timothy had finished. Although they were sat some way a way from the desk they could hear the conversation quite clearly.
Lucy Ashcroft was without doubt one of the brightest young doctor's that visited the clinic. But there was much more to Lucy than reached the eye. She had realised for the first time, that her leanings towards an authoritarian management of young boys had until now been hidden and recessed in the back of her mind. She knew that she had experienced great sexual pleasure from the morning events and was already planning to repeat the episode. Not for her the pimply, greasy skinned adolescents that she had to deal with from time to time. For her it was the huge significance that she had actually experienced the pleasure of toying with the emotions and physically exploring the body of the most perfect young male individual she had ever seen.
Her thoughts turned to her college friend who was now operating her own private IVF clinic in London. A quiet and hugely successful establishment that relied upon, apart from the necessary skills, what she now held in her hand; a test-tube full of the reluctant emission of a perfect donor.
Lucy looked at Hazel and Vicki Grant and held up the test-tube. "I have never seen such an amount ever... and from one emission. He must obviously have been in physical discomfort as well as the emotional one of not daring to masturbate.
I think we have an obligation to the boy to make sure that he is well managed over the next few weeks. I don't know how you both feel but I think it would be wrong of us to set him on a course of masturbatory habits at his age. Apart from the clandestine and furtive approach young boys seem to have to this activity, it can be physically damaging to the penis. The penis can become bent and malformed with vigorous and constant masturbation. Therefore I propose that we keep it on a supervisory and clinical basis as we have already discussed. There is one other thing - and that is that I would rather like a colleague of mine in London to see him at some time, a second opinion is always welcome." Lucy smiled at Hazel and Vicki as she stood up from behind her desk and placed the test-tube in a holder.
"Would you like me to have a word with his mother and tell her what I am proposing? I think it would be best if she was kept informed right from the start."
Hazel spoke, her voice confident and steady. Although she was only nineteen years old, her confidence and manner were of a much more mature woman. "I will ring my mother tonight and tell her of the events so far. We have a relationship as such, that I can easily talk to her about such things, I am sure that she will be able to talk to his mother, my aunt, and explain what the poor boy has been going through."
Hazel thought to herself, that what he had gone through would be nothing to what she was going to do to him. She had thrilled at the boy's humiliation and her total dominance of him, where at a whim she could play with his body as she wished.
Susan and Gail had been sitting quietly listening to the conversation. Susan had known for some time that Timothy's popularity with her and her mother had not been just for his practical usefulness with the various jobs he had done for them. She remembered when he had once been emptying a pail of water, that he had wet his shirt and shorts so much so that they were wringing wet. Her mother had instantly rushed to the boy and started pulling his shirt from his body with which she succeeded, however when she had tried to pull his trousers down, he had resisted and quickly elected to return home in the sodden garments. Susan thought then that her mother had been rather keen to divest the boy of his clothes, however well intentioned her motives.
What had surprised Susan more today was that her mother had seen nothing untoward in Susan seeing the boy in all his nakedness - and that in fact she had encouraged Susan and Gail to go and talk to him while he was being made to stand naked with his hands on his head, obviously knowing that his penis and testicles would be completely on display for the girls to see.
Susan spoke; "Mummy, will Timothy be alright now, I just heard him moaning, he seemed to be very distressed while you were with him in there." Vicki Grant smiled at her daughter and before answering her question, looked at the young doctor. "Will it be alright for Susan to see Timmy for a moment? Susan seems a little concerned about him... and of course she is a going to have to baby-sit him while his mother is away if Hazel needs a night off, which I am sure she will. The doctor smiled at Vicki, understanding immediately the implications of what she was asking.
"Hazel almost chuckled at Vicki. "That sounds a nice idea... I mean the night off; are you proposing to show me the bright lights of this agricultural county? Vicki laughed; "Well I thought I might take you out for a meal while you are here and perhaps the theatre afterwards... there is a good rep company here."
The doctor answered Vicki's question; "But of course Vicki, How remiss of me. I think it would be very sweet of you girls if you were to go in there and keep him company. I am going to extract some more semen from him and then measure his testicles. He has been in quite some discomfort I imagine, but I am sure that he is going to be much better in a few days."
Susan looked at Gail, the mischievousness in her eyes made the head girl smile as Susan took her hand. "Come on Gail, let's go and cheer him up." Susan led Gail through the gap in the screens. Both Susan and Gail stood and stared at the sight that greeted them. The boy's body was raised up as if in supplication, his bottom supported upwards off the bed and spread open by slim clear plastic pads. His legs were fastened high in the air and his hands were loosely restrained above his head on the padded surface of the examination couch.
He looked at the two girls as they entered and groaned. Both nurses were stood at the side of the bed as the girls entered the screened-off area. The dark haired nurse smiled at the young girls and spoke. "He seems to have recovered alright from his little ordeal. She looked at his penis that was now hanging down between his legs and saw a globule of clear liquid, which had emerged from the tip of the urethra. The nurse took a gauze pad from the instrument trolley and moved between his legs, gently lifting his penis she wiped the moist teardrop of liquid from the opening. Susan watched Timothy turn his away from the girls in shame. He blushed, his cheeks colouring immediately into a bright red hue. Susan moved to his side and took his burning face in her hands; "Don't worry Timmy, the doctor says you will be feeling a lot better in a few days. Mummy and Hazel are going to milk you every day to make sure that you don't get... erm, big balls again."
Gail nearly laughed out loud as Susan described his condition so innocently. Her amused expression was not lost on Timothy as Gail bent right over him, her firm breasts pressing against his chest as she looked into his eyes.
"Are you feeling better now Timothy?" He could hardly bring himself to answer as he looked into the beautiful faces of the two girls. He was aware that their soft hands were placed casually on his chest as they looked at him with expressions of concern. He could barely stammer an answer, as Gail casually placed her other hand on his lower tummy and moved it downwards over his freshly shaven pubic area "Er... erm... y'yessss... err misss... " Timothy did not know what to say... his embarrassment increasing with every moment as the girls looked at him their hands gently stroking over his body.
Gail looked at the nurse and spoke sweetly. "Have his testicles reduced in size much? The test-tube the doctor had looked really full." The nurse almost nonchalantly moved around to stand in-between the boys widely spread legs. "Come and have a look, you can see that the scrotum is no longer stretched and that they seem to be hanging normally. They are very large for a boy of his age, but you can see even though he is not erect that his penis is well developed too. Some boy's do develop early, but even so his penis is unusually large."
To Timothy's horror he felt the nurse lift his testicles and take hold of his penis. He could not help but look down at himself as the nurse spoke once more. "Take them in the palm of your hand, you can feel the weight of them, but you will notice if your roll them between your fingers that they are now able to move freely in the scrotal sac." The nurse casually held his penis upwards so that Gail had completely free access to his testicles. He groaned in anguish as Gail gently lifted his testicles and moved the soft balls around in her hand. He could not believe that such a thing was happening as Susan spoke. "Let me have a feel, they look awfully large." She too moved to stand between the boy's legs. Timothy's mind was in turmoil, his embarrassment like a wave washing over him as he felt the nurse let go of his tingling penis and her soft hand stoke over the sensitive skin between his legs, feeling his testicles being gently lowered as Gail let them hang freely between his legs.
He was in anguish as his humiliation continued. Gail spoke sweetly to her friend. "I will hold his penis for you so that you can lift his testicles. They feel very soft and delicate." Timothy sighed in utter embarrassment as Susan took his sensitive scrotum in her cool fingers, her touch was soft and sensuous as she moved the soft orbs to and fro within their sac. Worse still he felt his penis throb as Gail delicately took it between her finger and thumb. Not content with holding the tumescent flesh, he felt her slide his foreskin back down the shaft. The cool air of the examination room was apparent against the unprotected flesh, accenting fully his rude exposure.
He groaned inwardly as he felt his penis becoming erect, it began to pulse and stiffen as her delicate fingers nonchalantly encouraged and stimulated the sensitive skin. He tried to pull back as her thumb casually rubbed over the sensitive rim of the glans. Both Gail and Susan looked at each other as they let go of him, almost giggling as they left him with his penis completely erect and standing straight up between his legs. The nurse smiled as she saw the effect the girl's hands had had upon the young boy. "Well girls, he obviously doesn't seem to need a lot of encouragement does he? You might as well help us turn him over for the doctor, He seems to be rested enough."
The nurses experienced hands soon had the boy released from the confines of the apparatus and laid flat on the bed with his legs hanging over the end.
"Right young man1" the blonde haired nurse said brightly to Timothy: "Let's have you over on your tummy, I want you up on your hands and knees." The nurse was perfectly aware that the boy would not be able to turn over with his penis so stiff and erect. So, as he groaned in embarrassment at their positioning of him, the nurse casually took hold of his penis and at the same time gestured to the other nurse and Susan and Gail to help him up onto his knees.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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