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Peter At Sea
By Jane Marwood
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by Jane Marwood, all rights reserved

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit
depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not
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Peter At Sea

A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the
cobbled harbour causeway. The threadbare soles of his white
yacht shoes did little to cushion the rough surface.

He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small
pension where, for a few francs he had stayed the night. He
reached into the pocket of his white trousers, which were
already grubby and dusty from his journey, finding the piece
of newspaper, which carried the advertisement.

"Wanted Cabin boy" fit and able. Motor Vessel 'Sobsel'
requires young person for a variety of duties at sea. Cruising
June to January, applicants must be smart, energetic and be
prepared to take on a variety of sea-going duties.
Apply Bo'sun, MV 'Sobsel' SW Harbour, Antibes.

Peter looked at the advertisement and returned it to his
trouser pocket, next to his passport.
He noticed that the larger vessels were moored further down
the causeway, around the curve of the harbour, their mooring
ropes pointing towards the smart cafe's and restaurants that
were the habitue of the very rich. He put his hand to his
forehead in a salute, shielding his eyes from the bright
sunlight, which reflected from the blue waters of the harbour.

He could see several large yachts and beyond them a series of
smart motor vessels. All of the motor vessels appeared to be
of the ocean going type, sleek and expensive with a plethora
of radar and communication devices bristling from the top of
their bridges and wheelhouses. Peter walked on, not really
knowing which type of vessel to look for. He strode quickly,
but it was another ten minutes before he was able to read the
names on the sides of the large motor vessels.

"Sobsel", the name was etched in chromium plate on the side of
the largest ship in the harbour. His heart sank as he realised
that his prospects of gaining employment aboard such a vessel
would be slim. He looked down at his dusty and dishevelled
white shirt and trousers, unconsciously excusing his own
appearance for the effort he had made in walking twenty miles.

The gangplank of the ship was finished in fine hardwood; it's
many coats of lacquer glistening in the bright sunlight. Peter
shrugged his shoulders and walked towards the two gendarmes,
who were leaning against the gangplank rails, they both looked
bored and irritated by the heat of the day. As he approached
they made a halfhearted attempt to stand to attention, moving
slowly they stood together barring his way to the ship.

The taller of the two looked him up and down and grunted
incoherently, lifting his chin in a questioning gesture.
Peter, without thinking, addressed them in English. "I have
come to see the bo'sun of this ship, er... about the job of
cabin boy."

Peter hoped that their English was good enough for them to
understand him. "Wait!" was the only reply he received. Peter
watched as the man walked slowly up the gangplank on to ship.
Peter eyed the other policeman who was now standing in the
centre of the gangplank, eyeing him warily. Peter shrugged and
stood back feigning disinterest.

Unknown to either of them was that their every movement was
being observed from the ship. "I think we might have found our
cabin boy". The dainty hand of the captain placed the
binoculars down on to the highly polished surface of her desk.
She looked across the wheelhouse to the bo'sun. "Miranda, why
don't you take a look?" Miranda laughed at her friend. "The
trouble with you my pretty little captain is that you are too
impatient. You've interviewed over twenty prospective cabin
boys already and you must admit none have come up to standard.
Mind you, this one does look scrummy."

Miranda raised her own glasses and looked in more detail at
the boy who was aimlessly pacing around the paved area at the
end of the gangplank. "I think you could be right, certainly
the physique looks good. Are you going to put him through the
interview process, then we could get a better look at him
through the closed circuit cameras."

The captain lifted up the phone and talked quickly for several
minutes. When she had finished she sat back in her chair and
opened the collar of her uniform. Miranda watched avidly as
the captain undid the rest of the buttons of her white tunic.
She ran her hand over her perfectly formed breasts, teasing
the nipples between her delicate fingers.

Abruptly she stood up and walked to the far end of the
wheelhouse, carelessly throwing her uniformed jacket on to the
desk. She reached up to one of the cupboards, which was set
into the wall. Her tanned torso revealed lithe muscles and
sinew beneath the smooth flesh as she stretched.

She slid open the door and took out a long leather strap. She
ran her hand down the full length of the heavy hide, grasping
the solid calf handle she wrapped her delicate fingers around
it, her bright red nails in stark contrast to the rugged dark
brown leather.

Miranda looked apprehensive as the beautiful young woman
turned towards her. She looked at the captain's magnificent
breasts, marvelling at their size and firmness. Miranda had
seen her friend naked many times and had had the pleasure of
being seduced by her and the pain of being punished by her but
she could not help feeling a thrill as she stood in awe of her
magnificent figure.

"You need not worry this time Miranda, I have a small
disciplinary measure to take care of, but it is not for you
this time so relax. Will you call the duty officers and tell
them to bring Gillian to me. I think she should be in the
galley preparing tea."

It was only a few moments after Miranda had picked up the
telephone that a tall girl entered the wheelhouse. She was
dressed, as were all the crew, in a white tunic top with a
short matching white skirt. Her tanned legs were bare, the
white deck shoes she was wearing made no sound as she entered
the room. "We have brought rating Gillian Saunders Ma'am, She
is waiting outside with duty officer Williams. Shall we bring
her in?"

The duty officer showed no surprise at seeing her captain
bared to the waist.
"Yes you know the routine. Strip her in here and then bring
her through to my office." The captain walked through the door
at the end of the room and entered her private office. The
room was magnificently furnished with a large ornate desk and
several leather chairs.

Pictures of various schooners were hung on the walls, along
with antique ship's clocks. Glass cabinets held various
historical brass sextants and navigational items. One cabinet
held an assortment of telescopes that had been lovingly
preserved.
In the centre of the room stood a low bench, the top covered
in matching leather to the chairs.

The captain watched as the naked girl was brought forcefully
into the room. The pretty duty officers held her firmly by
each arm as they sat her on the end of the bench. Quickly they
grasped her legs and bent them up and over her chest, raising
her bottom several inches off the end of the bench. They both
knelt at each side of the girl and held her legs firmly.

The captain moved forward and stood over the pretty young
girl. She noted that she had started to tremble, her pretty
face flushed and blushing as the duty officers spread her legs
wide apart. The plump flesh of her bottom was stretched tight,
revealing the neat pink rosebud of her anus.

"Gillian you have been a naughty girl and you know I have to
punish you." The captain leaned forward and stroked her
fingers gently down the inside of the girl's thigh. "Be a good
girl and take your punishment." She slid her hand over the
soft flesh of the girl's shaven pubis and parted the plump
lips with her delicate fingers. "Miranda would you come here?"

Miranda, who had been observing the procedure from the open
doorway, walked through and knelt down facing the girl's
upturned buttocks. She took the small tube of gel she was
carrying and, opening the top, smeared the lubricant over her
fingers.

As the captain took her hand away from the girl's pubis,
Miranda immediately placed one hand between the girl's bottom
cheeks and the other over her smooth pubic mound. Expertly she
parted the labia and slipped a finger into the moist orifice,
watching the knuckle disappear into the trembling girl's most
private part.

"You have been a silly girl haven't you Gillian." Miranda
spoke gently and lovingly as she moving her finger quickly in
and out of the blushing girl's vagina. "It won't be long now
and it will soon be over." She cooed as she deftly slipped a
second finger into the trembling girl.

With her other hand she gently stroked between the cheeks of
her bottom, locating the tight opening of her anus. "Let's
just pop a finger in here and open you up a bit." She murmured
as she probed the opening.

"There we are, that's a good girl. She felt the sphincter try
to contract as she pushed her lubricated finger straight up
into the tight orifice. Miranda expertly manipulated her
fingers inside the girl, occasionally running a fingernail
over the erect clitoris. She worked diligently for several
minutes until she felt the telltale signs of acute arousal.

The captain looked down at the trembling body of the young
girl, noting the anguished expression on her face as it became
suffused in a red blush. The girl's lips were parted and she
had begun to breathe heavily as Miranda quickened the pace of
her fingers.

"Three strokes, I think." Miranda took her cue and once more
speeded up the tempo of her fingers buried deep in the girl's
vagina, at the same time she pushed hard with her other hand
impaling the girl's bottom with the length of her forefinger.

The captain stood back and raised the heavy leather strap
above her right shoulder.

Miranda sensed that the girl was close to orgasm; the flesh of
her vagina was contracting and expanding involuntarily against
her fingers. Quickly she pulled her hands away, feeling the
tight flesh of the sphincter shudder as she withdrew her
fingers. Miranda moved quickly aside as the captain brought
the heavy leather strap down hard against the timid flesh of
the trembling girl.
Whap. The strap bit into the tender flesh, wrapping itself
intimately around the tightly stretched buttocks.

The girl screamed, arching her shoulders back and thrusting
her young breasts upwards. Almost immediately the captain
raised the strap again and brought it down hard. The heavy
leather singing through the air towards it's target.

Whap. The second stroke smacked into the centre of her
upturned bottom, the thick leather imprinting its form on her
captive flesh. The girl tossed her head from side to side, her
breath exhaling in a violent hiss as the shock of painful lash
coursed through her body.

"Arrgggghhhhh...nooo ..ooo" The girl screamed, unable to
control her pain. "Pleeeessse, argggghhh,, noo more." Her
body was trembling from head to toe as she pleaded with her
tormentors. The captain quickly raised the strap again and
brought it down again, this time against the sensitive
juncture between the girl's thighs and buttocks, it's broad
imprint was accompanied by a loud slap as the leather once
more found it's target.

The girl bucked as if she had been electrocuted, her lips
drawn back in a grimace as she fought the pain.
"Arrrggghhh.... Arrrrrggggghhh" She cried. Her limbs trembled
and quivered as she tossed her head to left and then right as
the pain coursed through her body.

It had been no more than ten seconds between the first and
last stroke as Miranda quickly took up her position between
the girl's widely parted legs. Quickly she probed the
trembling flesh of her vagina and pushed her finger rudely up
inside the girl. "There, there, it's all over now, try and
relax there's a good girl. Her soothing words contrasted
against the quickening fingers of her hand. Miranda slipped
her other hand between the girl's parted buttocks and gently
but firmly, pushed her forefinger back up into the girl's
bottom.
"There you are you are going to cum soon."

The captain put down her strap as she spoke and kneeled down
beside the distraught girl's head. She leaned forward and
kissed her, thrusting her tongue deep into her mouth.

Casually, the younger of the two duty officers, grasped one of
the girl's nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed
hard. Gillian could not control herself, she felt her body
tense as wave after wave of sexual sensation coursed through
her body. She managed to draw air into her lungs just before
she felt her captain's lips once more close over her mouth.
Skilfully the girls brought their captive to new heights of
sensation as they caressed and speared her body.
Veronica smiled to herself. It was always the same thought she
had as she pursued her pleasures. Being captain of the
"Sobsel" was a true fulfilment, a job that provided her with
limitless pleasure and satisfaction. To have one's whims and
desires catered for so completely was a privilege that few
would enjoy in their lives. She bent once more over the
distraught body of the young girl and whispered to her. "There
my pretty young thing, we are just going to make you cum once
more before we let you up."

Her softly spoken words seemed to inflame the girl to new
passion. She could not help screaming as she felt Miranda push
a second finger deep inside her vagina. The second duty
officer smoothed her carefully manicured nails down over the
girl's heaving tummy and cruelly pinched the exposed clitoris.
"Arrrrgggghhh... arggggh." Gillian screamed as she reached her
second orgasm. "Arrgggh..oooooohhhh pleeeeease" Miranda smiled
to herself as she felt the walls of the vagina contract
violently against her fingers.

"There we are, you are a good girl. Now lets have a nice big
cum this time." She spoke softly as she deliberately thrust
her finger hard up into the young girl's bottom, curling it
upwards as she furiously moved the fingers of her other hand
in a deep circular motion inside the timid girl's vagina.

Gillian's body tensed in one violent spasm, her legs and torso
locked rigid as she reached her second orgasm. Suddenly she
started to quiver from head to foot and screamed
uncontrollably
"arrrggggghhhhh... argggggghhhh...ooooohhhhhh." She thrashed
her head from side to side as paroxysms of emotion overtook
her body.

They watched intently as Gillian's body trembled and shook,
before her emotions subsided. Her lungs gasped for breath as
small tremors ran through her body. Her full breasts heaved
upwards as she fought to take in air. Miranda gently reduced
the motion of her fingers until there was no movement. Gently
she withdrew her finger from the girl's tender bottom and
pressed her hand firmly against the crease between her
buttocks.

"There you relax and we'll get you comfortable, there's a good
girl. The captain spoke gently and tenderly, ending the
sentence by kissing the distraught girl lovingly on the lips.

The duty officers, their faces flushed with excitement,
carefully let the girl's legs down so that her feet were able
to touch the floor at either side of the bench. Miranda
withdrew her fingers from between the girl's legs and bottom
and stood up. She looked at the captain and smiled.

"Not a bad little interlude before morning coffee, wouldn't
you say." The captain looked at Miranda. They had been friends
for over three years now and yet Veronica was often forced to
laugh at Miranda's impudence and "off the cuff" humour.
"I hope our cabin boy was not able to hear anything of this in
his little interview room."
Veronica laughed once more. "Don't worry dear Miranda, I'm
sure he is being kept quite busy filling out our
questionnaire."

The captain turned to Gillian who was being helped up to a
sitting position by the two duty officers. The girl winced as
her weight was transferred to her tender buttocks. "The girl's
will take you down to the medical office, ask them to put some
antiseptic cream on that sore bottom of yours." Gillian looked
at her captain, her flushed, blushing cheeks and trembling
lips a testament to her ordeal. "I.. I'mm." Tears fell down
her cheeks before she could complete her sentence.

The captain bent forward and gently lifted the distraught girl
under the arms until she was standing upright. Veronica put
her arms around her and kissed her on tenderly on the lips.
Their naked breasts touched together, their nipples pushing
softly into each other's flesh.

"You'll be alright in a few moments, I'll get one of the girls
to make you some tea. Then you can go to the medical office by
my private stairway so you won't have to get dressed until
they've seen to your bottom."

Veronica ran her fingers gently over the girl's naked breasts
as she spoke softly to her.
"The girls will carry your clothes. I want you to tell the
doctor that I would like her to prepare to give someone a full
medical examination in about an hour's time. She can call me
if she needs any details, but if you tell her I am
interviewing a cabin boy I am sure she will understand.
Gillian nodded her head. She looked at her captain, her eyes
could not conceal the look of love and supplication she felt.
"Yes Ma'am I will tell her."

The captain looked across at the young boy seated before her
and then back to the resume she held in her hands. Peter had
been taken to a small reception room and had been asked to
fill in a questionnaire. The questionnaire was detailed and if
answered thoroughly, quite revealing. The reception room had
been made deliberately drab, belying the opulence of the rest
of the ship. It was ideal for meeting petty port officials or
customs officers.

Peter had been sat at the small desk for nearly two hours when
the pretty young duty officer had come to collect him. She had
noticed he was still writing and had gently pulled the sheaf
of forms from under his pen. "That will have to do, if the
captain needs anymore information I am sure it will be asked
for." She had deliberately not referred to the captain as
"She" leaving any look of surprise for the captain to deal
with.

Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. He felt gauche and
out of place against the luxurious setting of the captain's
office. He looked down at his clothes and his deck shoes,
feeling ill at ease and in contrast to the captain's crisp
white uniform. He looked at the young woman sat behind the
desk. She was astoundingly beautiful, her emerald green eyes
were quite the most beautiful he had ever seen. Her mouth was
small and her lips were shaped with a small dimple at either
side of the mouth. Her beauty and the surroundings of her
office did little to bolster his confidence.

She leaned forward and began to question him, her tunic unable
to conceal the full-unfettered breasts beneath.

She had quickly read the answers within the questionnaire and
noted the salient points. No parents - saving to go to
university next year. Hoping to find employment and new
friends on the beautiful southern coast of France.

She questioned him for about half an hour, although she had
made up her mind in the first five minutes of the interview,
she wanted to watch for clues or tell tale signs of bravado or
aggressiveness.

"Well Peter, there are one or two things you need to know and
agree to. This ship is well disciplined and tardiness,
lateness and laziness are not tolerated. On board ship, you
will obey the officers, whatever you are asked to do, without
hesitation. Do you understand that?"
"Err..er Yes Miss." Peter replied hesitantly.

Veronica had been careful to avoid the boy knowing that the
entire crew, apart from himself, was female. She had referred
to the crew as officers or ratings.
"Good, you need not worry about clothes, we have uniforms and
a seamstress on board. Likewise toiletries and personal
effects can be bought from the ships store. I assume you have
little or no money, is that correct?" Peter blushed but nodded
his head. "I only have a few francs, Miss."

"You will address me as Ma'am or Captain Soames"
"Yes Ma'am" Peter replied. Veronica was pleased to note that
the boy did not try to be familiar or adopt a humorous
persona, had he done so she would have terminated the
interview forthwith and let him go on his way.

"Right I am prepared to offer you employment, providing that
you are medically fit of course. Have you had a medical
examination recently?"
"Er.. no Ma'am, not since I was at school."
"Have you had any, sexually transmitted diseases.?"
Veronica was delighted to see the boy instantly blush a deep
red as she asked the question.
"Oh no Ma'am" He protested.
"Well you must have had sexual relationships, are you
homosexual?"
Peter's face flushed an even brighter red.
"Oh no Ma'am.. I mean I haven't had er.. er sex with anyone..
er and I'm er..not homosexual."
Veronica delighted in the youth's embarrent and his reply.

"Alright Peter, I will see if I can get the ships medical
officer to see you now, if you are pronounced fit and well,
then I might see you later to welcome you officially onboard.
That is of course if you would like to take the job."
"Oh Yes please Miss.....er I mean Ma'am."
Veronica smiled and pushed a pile of forms forward across her
desk to the young boy.
"You will have to sign these, I can leave you to read through
them if you like or I can tell you their content."
"Yes please Ma'am.. I mean if you would tell me."

Veronica smiled and explained that they were merely his
affirmation that he would abide by the rules and disciplines
of the ship.

She watched as the boy signed the last sheet of the pile of
forms, she realised he was blissfully unaware of exactly what
he was signing. She pressed a bell and waited until the pretty
duty officer entered. Claire I would like you to take Peter
Jones to the ships Medical Office, Peter has applied for the
job of ship's cabin boy and will, all being well, be joining
us.

Peter followed the pretty young officer along the walkways and
stairways to the lower decks. He would have liked to ask her
questions, but the girl walked quickly in front of him, easily
negotiating the stairways and corridors with a deft
familiarity. Peter watched her pretty bottom and legs as she
led him along the corridors and stairways.

She stopped at the entrance to a long corridor and turned to
him. "We are on Deck 'C' if you ever loose your way" She
smiled and approached a door along the corridor, which had a
brass plaque set into it. The plaque read "Medical Officer".
The young girl immediately knocked on the door and without
waiting for a reply opened it. She turned and beckoned him to
follow. Peter found himself in a spacious reception area.
There was a large desk upon which was a word processor and
telephone switchboard.
Behind the desk sat a slender and pretty young girl. She was
not in ship's uniform, but wore a blue and white striped
short-sleeved blouse.

Her hair was tied back into a neat bun. Her lightly tanned
face bore no traces of makeup apart from a little eye shadow,
which accented her dark brown eyes beneath the thin wire
frames of her glasses. Her tanned arms were slender and her
hands neat and delicate. Peter, once more feeling ill at ease,
looked down at his own dishevelled appearance.

He looked round at the room as the girl's exchanged
pleasantries. There were several modern leather seated chairs
arranged against the wall, on the opposite wall was a modern
chromium plated weighing scale which stood next to a height
chart on the wall.

Next to the chart was a small curtained screen on castors. The
screen was about four feet high. Behind the screen was a small
desk with bottles and jars on top of it and behind the desk a
small stainless steel sink.

"I'll leave you here and come and collect you when you are
finished." The young duty officer smiled at him and left the
room.

"Can I help you?" The young girl looked up at Peter from her
desk, her lips drawn back in a professional smile revealing
sparkling white teeth.

"Er.. yes Miss.. er... the captain has sent me for a medical."
Peter stammered his reply.
"What name is it please?" She asked without looking up.
Instead tapping the keys of her computer and peering into the
screen.
"Peter Jones, Miss."

The young girl tapped several keys and then slowly looked up
at the boy. She paused before delivering the lines she had
been relishing.
"Ah yes, you are next in to see the medical officer. Would you
strip please, you can put your clothes on the chair behind
you."
Peter could not believe his ears, nor could he help the blood
rushing to his cheeks as she said the words.
"Er... what Miss?"

The girl looked at him directly, her face betraying none of
the excitement she felt.
"Take off your clothes and put them on the chair behind you."
Before Peter could reply or protest she turned back to her
computer and began to type.

Peter was left standing in the middle of the room feeling
foolish. He wanted to protest, but could think of nothing to
say. To have to take his clothes off in front of the young
girl filled him with embarrent. She could only be a year
or so older than himself, he thought.

Resignedly he bent down to take off his shoes and socks. He
carefully placed his socks inside his shoes and pushed them
beneath the leather chair. Looking towards the girl for
confirmation he began to unbutton his shirt. The girl did not
look up although she was well aware of his reaction to her
command. She continued typing, her peripheral vision keeping
her informed of the boy's progress.

Peter took his shirt off, his face was burning red as he laid
the garment on the chair behind him. He looked across at the
girl once more for some confirmation that he was to take off
his trousers. The girl continued with her work, leaving him no
alternative but to continue undressing. He unbuttoned his
trousers and with acute embarrent took them off. He placed
them over the chair and stood up in his brief underpants. He
looked across at the young girl feeling utterly foolish at
being made to strip in front of her. The cool moving air from
the room's air-conditioning teased the tiny hairs on his skin,
accentuating his nakedness.
Nikki continued to type, although she was well aware that the
boy was now down to his underpants.

"Er.. I'm ready Miss." Peter stammered.
Nikki looked up and gave the boy a professional smile. "Come
over here Peter and stand by the side of my desk." Shame-faced
he moved toward the desk as she took a series of printed forms
from her drawer and placed them in a clipboard.

"Now lets see." She looked down and perused the forms as Peter
stood at her desk. He felt awkward and embarrassed, acutely
aware of the brevity of his worn underpants.
Without getting up she wheeled her chair to the side of the
desk so that her knees were only inches away from the boy's
shins. Peter could not help look down at her. Her slender legs
were bared to mid thigh, her short navy-blue skirt revealing
the smoothness of her lightly tanned limbs.

Her dainty feet wore flat soles, which were held by delicate
thongs, criss-crossing her shapely ankles and ending in a
small bow at mid calf.
Nikki was well aware of the effect she was having on the
blushing youth, his face betraying the utter shame and
embarrent he felt.

" Right... height and weight... er...we can do that in a
moment. Have you any distinguishing marks or abnormalities.?"
She looked up into the boy's face, watching him blush
profusely as she asked the question.
"Er.. n'no Miss." Peter stammered as he looked at the pretty
young girl seated before him. Nikki paused before delivering
her 'coup de grace'. She deliberately looked up into the boy's
face making sure that his eyes met hers.
"No marks... good, now just slip your underpants off for me
and place the palms of your hands on top of your head."

Peter felt his cheeks burning as he looked at her with an
expression of pure anguish on his face.
The girl did not repeat the command but looked down and began
reading the forms she had in front of her. Peter did not know
what to do; he waited hoping that he could catch her eye, in
case he had misheard her command. Eventually, in total silence
he pushed his underpants down his legs to his ankles and
stepped out of them. Straightening up he could not bring
himself to look at the girl as he raised his arms and placed
his hands upon his head.

"Now let's have a look at you." Her words caused Peter even
greater embarrent as she looked up, her eyes coolly
appraising him. He watched dejectedly as she examined him from
head to toe.

Nikki was delighted with his appearance. His body was slim but
very well proportioned. His hairless chest dipped to a slim
firm waist, narrow hips and long legs. He had very little body
hair, even for a young boy. She turned her attention to his
genitals, noting his penis which, although flaccid was a good
size as were his testicles. She presumed that he had been
circumcised, the tip of the glans visible through the soft
folds of the foreskin, was pointing downwards below his
scrotum. She looked up to his face, which was flushed a deep
red. She noted that his body was covered with goose bumps, a
testimony to his nervousness, she thought, rather than the
temperature of the room.

"Stand with your feet apart." Peter looked at her in horror as
he shuffled his feet to a wider stance. He watched, almost in
shock as she took a pencil from the desk and placed it beneath
his penis, he felt the cold painted wood being pressed against
his flesh. He was trembling involuntarily as she used the
pencil to lift his penis away from his scrotum.

She peered between his legs and then let his penis drop back
between his thighs. At that one small contact Peter felt his
penis begin to engorge. His stomach churned at the very
thought that his penis might erect in front of her.

"Turn around with your back towards me and bend over and touch
your toes will you."
Humiliated beyond belief Peter did as he was told. Slowly
turning away from her, he took his hands from his head and
bent forward.
"All the way over and touch your toes."

Peter felt his whole body begin to shiver as he bent over,
acutely aware of the view she would have of him. He could not
help the gasp that escaped from his lips as her cool hands
parted the cheeks of his bottom. She held his buttocks open
for several seconds stretching the flesh tightly to expose the
puckered star of the sphincter.

"You may get up now." She said sweetly, taking her hands away
from his bottom. "Go over there and stand on the scales."
Peter quickly bent down to retrieve his underpants.
"No, you can leave those off for now." Her voice was firm as
she commanded the trembling youth.

"Put them on the chair over there with your other things,"
She stood up and taking her clipboard proceeded to the
weighing scales. Peter followed fighting the tingling
sensation within his groin. Her touch and cool demeanour had
initiated the first stirrings of sexual arousal within him.

Nikki was delighted with her progress, no longer conscious of
the button beneath her desk, which would, if pressed, summon
the duty officers from across the corridor.
She put her clipboard down on the desk and bade the boy stand
on the scales, marvelling at his acquiescence.

"Stand up straight, there's a good boy."
Her voice became softer as she stood close to the naked youth.
She placed the palm of one hand flat against his tummy, her
little finger just touching his pubic hair. She rested the
other hand on the small of his back and with a slight
pressure, urged him to stand further forward on the platform.
Peter felt his penis tingle with desire once more as her soft
cool hands touched him. He felt his face blush with
humiliation as she casually let her hand slide from the small
of his back and down over his buttocks.

"Let's see that's eleven stones and seven pounds." She let go
of him and picked up her clipboard and wrote quickly.

"Right, stand up against the chart with your shoulders pressed
against the wall and your feet flat on the floor."

She watched as the boy almost blinded with embarrent moved
clumsily to stand beside the chart. She noticed that his penis
was already slightly distended, the circumcised foreskin
gradually creeping back, showing more of the bell shaped head.
She looked at his blushing face and trembling lips.

"Are you feeling alright, you look a little flushed.
Peter could hardly bring himself to look at the girl. As their
eyes met Nikki noted the look of pure anguish in the boy's
expression. Delighted, she placed her clipboard on the floor
and stood up close to him, her young breasts pressed firmly
against his chest as she adjusted the gauge to sit on top of
his head.

"There... that's... exactly six feet tall. Is that what you
are Peter... six feet tall?" There was just a touch of
merriment in her voice as she spoke to the trembling youth.
Peter almost groaned as he tried to form a reply.
"Er... y..yes Miss..s..er six feet." Peter missed the double
entendre of her question, in fact he felt like fainting, such
was his humiliation and embarrent. His stomach churned
with dread and foreboding as she picked up the clipboard and
placed it on the desk.

Leaning over she filled in more details and then reached in to
one of the drawers for a small tape measure. "Step forward
and stand in front of me, legs apart and hands on your head."
Her sweet innocent face and almost childlike figure, belying
her firm command.
Peter stood forward and placed his hand on his head. He
shivered with pure anguish as he felt her place her hand on
the inside of his thigh.
"Spread a little wider there's a good boy." He stood in an
aura of abject humiliation as he felt her hands pass the tape
measure around his chest and then waist.

He shivered as she smoothed her hands over his bottom, her
delicate touch caressing his flesh. She passed the tape
measure around his buttocks and held the ends against the
pubic hair just above his penis. She felt the boy shudder as
she deliberately brushed her knuckles against the tip of his
member. Ignoring his plight, she placed the tape around his
thigh and measured the circumference, once more filling in the
details on her clipboard.

Peter could not help looking at her as she kneeled down in
front of his widely spread legs. Without preamble she took the
tip of the tape measure and pressed the end between the
juncture of his thighs. The back of her hand softly touching
and lifting his testicles as she pressed upwards behind his
scrotum, holding the other end of the measure lightly against
his ankle.

Peter, shamefaced and completely humiliated felt his penis
begin to engorge. He could not help himself. Nikki kept the
tape between his legs and moved the end to his other ankle,
her face only inches from his penis as she altered her
position. She watched his penis gradually distend, thrilling
as the foreskin rolled back almost imperceptibly to reveal
even more of the glans. She pressed the tape more firmly
between his thighs her hand deliberately moving against his
testicles.

Peter moaned involuntarily as the humiliation continued. He
looked to the ceiling, trying to avoid looking down at all
costs. Nikki took her hands away from him, deliberately
brushing her soft fingers against his penis as she stood up
and faced him. Her body was merely inches from him as she
spoke softly.
"You seem hot and you are shivering Peter, I think you may be
coming down with something and that would never do if you
really want this job... look at me Peter, you do really want
this job don't you?"

She watched as he lowered his head, his eyes bore all the
anguish that he felt as he looked into her eyes.
"Imm... er alright Miss... I'mm just um .. er.. a little
nervous."

Nikki was delighted in the boy's discomfort and complete
acquiescence - and of course, her own performance in handling
him. She decided that she would prolong his torment at her
hands just a little longer before she handed him over to her
compatriots.

"I think you might have a temperature. I am going to have to
make sure you are not ill. There are a variety of influenza
bugs going around on the 'Cote' this year."

Peter groaned as she put her pretty hand on his hip and
beckoned him to the small desk. Deftly she placed her left
hand on his tummy and stroked her other hand up to small of
his back. She looked down at his engorged penis, which moved
from side to side as he walked, although not yet fully erect
the flesh was plump and turgid. She skilfully manoeuvred him
until he was facing the desk,. pressing firmly on his back and
tummy she bent him forward.

Lay your chest down on the desk there's a good boy." She had
him bent over before he could protest.
"There's a good boy, chest flat against the desk now... that's
it rest your head on your hands." Peter had obeyed almost
without thinking. His humiliation and total embarrent had
acted on his body like a heavy drug.

"W..what are... are you going to do Miss." Peter managed to
stammer. His face was bright crimson as he felt her put her
hands on his buttocks.
"I'm just going to take your temperature you silly boy, now
stay still and spread your legs apart... come along now."
Peter felt his face burning as she slid her hands down over
his buttocks and pressed the inside of his thighs until he was
positioned to her liking.
She walked round the desk and placing a soft hand on his
burning cheek, looked into his eyes.

"Just you stay still, we're nearly finished now."
She ruffled the hair of his head, delighted that he had laid
his head to the side facing her. She stooped to open one of
the drawers, her whole body tingled with anticipation as she
reached inside.

She took a large rectal thermometer out of the drawer and
deliberately placed it in on the desk in front of his face.
She noted his agonised expression as she slowly and
deliberately pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Intentionally
she let the rubber snap against her wrists, making sure that
her hands were within his full view.

Next, almost ritualistically, she took a tube of lubricant and
smeared it on her right forefinger. Watching his expression of
horror, she formed the thumb and forefinger of her left hand
into an 'O' and sensuously slipped the lubricated finger
though it.

She looked into his face as she picked up the large glass
tube. Slowly, almost hypnotically she smeared more lubricant
around the bulbous end of the glass, smiling sweetly at him as
she worked the lubricant over the large protuberance.

"Just relax and everything will be fine, little boys sometimes
tense their bottoms - but I am sure you are going to be a good
boy aren't you?"

Her words, combined with his vulnerable position had managed
to reduce him in stature to that of a whimpering child. He
uttered a groan as way of an answer, but in fact he was almost
delirious with acute embarrent.

Nikki was relaxed and enjoying every minute of her dominance
over the trembling boy, His compliance and embarrent
almost total, as she left the thermometer on the desk in front
of his face and moved behind him. Standing back, she admired
the firm hairless buttocks and strong legs of the naked youth.
Because of the limited height of the desk, his back was
slightly dipped into a smooth concave arc; small beads of
perspiration were evident on his clearly defined spinal
column. Even with his legs widely spread, the smooth flesh of
his bottom was raised higher than his head.

Nikki thrilled as the flesh of his buttocks shuddered and
contracted violently at the first touch of her hand. Sliding
the fingers of her left hand between the deep crease of his
bottom, she pulled the cheeks apart. Slowly and with
deliberate intent she placed her right hand underneath his
buttocks. Before he could protest she had slipped her hand
upward between the cheeks, further parting the buttocks.
Inexorably the tips of her delicate fingers wriggled between
the pliant mounds of flesh and located the sensitive opening
of the sphincter.

She felt the boy tense his entire body as she gently probed
the opening.
"Just stay still and relax... I am going to be very gentle
with your little bottom." Peter shuddered as he felt the tip
of her finger probe the opening of his sphincter. He had never
experienced anything like the sensation he felt as her finger
slipped through the tiny orifice of his sphincter and up into
his anus.

Nikki felt the boy's involuntary reflex to straighten up as
she probed his bottom. She placed her free hand on the small
of his back and spoke softly to him.

"There we are now, just relax, you'll soon get used to it."
Her voice and the hand on his back seemed to quiet him. She
increased the pressure of her hand on the middle of his back
as she pushed her finger firmly up into his virgin bottom.

"OOOoooohhhhh." Peter moaned as he felt the intense pressure
of her slender finger push into him and then inexorably
intrude even further up into his bottom. Nikki quickly located
the prostate gland and without hesitation proceeded to massage
it with the very tip of her finger.

"Arrrggghhhh..ooohhhh." Peter let out a low moan as her finger
moved over the sensitive gland. In a series of tiny movements
she jiggled the tip of her finger against the pliant flesh of
the prostate, knowing that it would be impossible for the boy
to avoid his penis erecting.

She pushed harder, applying a firmer pressure and increasing
the rapid movements of her finger.
Deftly she continued the stimulation for several minutes
before abruptly pulling her finger from within his anus.

"Arrggghhh...arrrggghhh." Peter could not help gasping as his
sphincter was stretched over the knuckle of her slender finger
for a second time.

Nikki laid her hand gently on his buttocks and stroked the
soft flesh before moving around the desk until she was facing
him. She noticed a tear roll down his crimson cheek and on to
his hand.

"You're doing fine Peter, just relax a little more while I pop
this into your bottom."
Her words rekindled his acute embarrent, as he lay
helpless before her. Deliberately she re-coated her fingers
with lubricant and picked up the thermometer.

Moving around him, she parted his buttocks with her left hand
and introduced the large glass bowl of thermometer to the
sphincter. Holding it firmly she teased the orifice by pushing
firmly with the glass tube.

She watched as the sphincter began to dilate around the
bulbous mercury filled sphere. With a firm push she watched
the glass orb disappear inside him.

"oooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Peter could not contain himself as he
felt his bottom being stretched wide to accommodate the
device.

Nikki smiled to herself as she pushed the glass thermometer up
into his anus, the length of glass such that the bowl
penetrated deep inside him.

"Now just relax... you're not feeling any discomfort are you.
Do your genitals feel alright?"
Peter could not believe what was happening to him as he felt
her delicate hands slide over his buttocks and between his
legs.

He shuddered as he felt her cup his testicles in her hand and
pull them backwards. His whole body began to tense rigidly as
he felt her other hand slip between his parted legs and take a
firm hold of his penis.

To his horror he realised that he was fully erect. Nikki
smiled to herself as she stooped between his legs to view his
erection. She pulled the foreskin of his penis back along the
shaft, revealing the whole of the sensitive glans.

"Well you seem alright there, I'll leave you for five minutes,
so don't move from that position - do you understand me."

Peter could not have moved had he wanted to. He was near to
fainting as her hands left his body. His chest was heaving and
he gasped for air as he heard her exit the door to the surgery.

Veronica turned the volume of the audio down on the
communications console. The six video-monitors and hi-fidelity
speaker had enabled her to watch and hear the whole of the
proceedings. She picked up her telephone and pressed a number
on the keypad in front of her. She spoke quickly, giving
instructions and then replaced the telephone. Turning to
Miranda she smiled. "There, what did I tell you, he is
completely malleable and should suit are owners to a tee, what
do you think?" Miranda could not help grinning as she leaned
over the captain's shoulder, examining the body of the naked
boy on the monitor screen. "You are always right, aren't you
my clever captain, I agree, the owners will be delighted, not
to mention most of the crew." She laughed as she completed the
sentence; bending her head forward she kissed Veronica on the
cheek. Do you mind if I pull up a chair for the rest of the
performance? She giggled as she sat down in a swivel chair
next to Veronica and leaned forward to watch the monitor.

Peter lay, where he had been placed, unable to comprehend the
turn of events that had led him to his position. For all he
knew he might have fainted as he felt smooth fingers touch his
bottom for he had not heard her re-enter the room.

"Right.. any pain here?" She asked as she slipped her hand
quickly between his legs and fondled his testicles.
Peter almost choked with embarrent as she slipped her
other hand over the head of his penis. "What about here... do
you feel any sensation." Nikki had to stifle her amusement as
she felt the rigid staff throb between her fingers.

"er er...nooo Miss." Peter could hardly reply as once more
she pulled the foreskin back firmly, stretching the skin to
its fullest extent.

Without preamble Nikki took her hands from his genitals and
quickly took hold of the thermometer. With a practised motion
she pulled the thermometer out of his bottom, watching with
delight as the sphincter stretched and then closed behind the
glass bulb as it was pulled free.

Peter gasped at the acute sensation, feeling his penis throb
as his sphincter stretched. He was unaware of the expert way
his body and emotions had been deliberately manipulated,
unaware that the girl was well practised in the humiliation
and dominance of patients.

The girl glanced at the temperature gauge, knowing already
that any elevation in temperature would be a result entirely
of her own doing.
Nikki discarded the rubber gloves and stood back admiring the
boy's naked form.

"There now stand up straight and we have finished, come along
- you are not going to lay across my desk all day are you?"

Peter groaned as he lifted his body from the desk. He felt an
ache in his back, suddenly realising that he must have been
bent over for at least ten minutes. As the young girl moved
around to face him, Peter immediately tried to cover his
erection with his hands. He placed both palms over his
genitals, pulling his erect penis up against his stomach and
holding his forearms close together to cover himself.

Nikki pretended not to notice but lifted a large and a smaller
jar from the far end of the desk. Holding one in each hand she
moved towards him. "Take these and go behind the screen. I
want you to fill the small jar with urine and you can expel
what ever is left into the other."

Peter looked shocked as she proffered the jars to him.
"But..but Miss."
"What on earth's' the matter, come along there's a good boy."

Peter blushed furiously as he slowly uncovered himself. He
could not help looking down as he took his hands away,
horrified as the watched the young girl observe his penis as
it sprang outwards. He tried to take the jars from her quickly
so that he could turn away and walk behind the screen, but
Nikki held his wrist just as he had taken the jars from her.

"What is this... how on earth are going to give a urine sample
like that you naughty boy." Peter was mortified as she stopped
him from turning away and pointed to his penis. To his
horror, his penis was standing upwards at an angle of forty-
five degrees. In vein he tried to hide his erection by
squirming his legs and trying somehow to turn his hips away
from her.

"Give me the jars Peter, you are a naughty boy"
Peter could not control himself, his body racked in tremors of
embarrent as she delicately took the jars from his
fingers.

"Come along I'll have the nurses deal with you." Her voice was
stern as she deliberately took hold of his erect penis before
he could cover himself.
"Hands on your head now... quickly do as I say." She had
raised her voice only slightly, but was delighted to see the
embarrassed youth obey immediately.

She placed her other hand beneath his scrotum and cupped his
testicles. "Fortunately for you young man I am going to let
the nurses deal with you. Now come along with me and don't you
dare move those hands."
Taking her hand away from his scrotum, she led him by his
penis towards the door leading to the surgery.

"Please Miss, wait a moment, I'm so sorry... I..I.." Peter
could not complete his sentence. His embarrent was so
acute he felt near to fainting.

2

Marie looked at Sarah's naked body as the beautiful girl
reached for the hanger, which held her nursing uniform. Marie
smiled knowing that even this simple white cotton dress would
be as alluring as the sheerest of evening gowns over Sarah's
curvaceous body.
Marie could not help herself as she reached forward and
placing her hand between her friend's lush thighs. She
thrilled as she squeezed the smoothly shaven pubis, her
fingers revelling in the plump flesh of the girl's prominent
pubic mound.

Sarah remembered that, as a young girl at the age of eleven,
feeling awkward and embarrassed by her body. She smiled as she
thought of her ugly duckling childhood, little knowing then,
the transformation that would take place. She had been
horrified by her rate of growth, already six inches taller
than the tallest boy in her school, she had avoided dances or
parties or any social gathering where she would have to meet
or socialise with the opposite sex.

By the time Sarah was fifteen her young body had filled out to
become the envy of every girl in the school and the desire of
every boy. Not only was Sarah tall and shapely, her face was
stunningly beautiful. Her classic bone structure, beautiful
almond eyes and lush lips had been the envy of every girl in
school. When she had left school to enrol at nursing college,
she was already self-assured and had developed a persona so
powerful that she was easily able to manipulate her peers,
easily able to repel unwanted attention, without causing
offence to the young male students.
"I know I'm wet, and so... I bet, are you my little nymph."
Sarah smiled as she spoke to Marie. "I am rather looking
forward to this and I know you are, so let me get dressed
before I crumple into a heap.

Marie smiled. She knew better than to think that she could
reduce Sarah to a crumpled heap. Sarah was very much in charge
of her life, self-assured and dominant in her role as head
nurse, taking her work and her pleasures seriously. Marie knew
that Sarah intended to enjoy and savour every minute of the
afternoon.

3

Peter stumbled rather than walked the few feet to the door. He
watched blankly as she pushed down on the handle and without
preamble pulled him forward by his penis. Peter stumbled
behind her, his mind in turmoil as he involuntarily followed
her into the modern surgery.

A large examination table was the centrepiece of the room,
it's chromium-plated centre stand glinting under the strong
lights. The leather-covered top of the table had been draped
with a white sheet. Around the walls were cupboards and
shelves all finished in a stainless steel or chromium metal.
Instruments and medical paraphernalia abounded within the
confines of the shelving.

The receptionist did not stop but led the trembling boy
towards another door. She swung it open - and taking a firmer
grip upon his penis led him through to a smaller room. The
room was completely tiled in white porcelain, it contained a
bath already half full of warm water, several sinks, a toilet
bowl and a low padded table. Peter almost fainted as he saw
the two beautiful nurses, who were laying out tubing on top of
a chromium-plated trolley. They looked up and smiled as Nikki
pulled the embarrassed youth forward.

Sarah stood up and addressed the trembling boy. "What have we
here?" She looked down at his groin as Nikki let go of his
penis, leaving his rigid member pointing upwards toward the
ceiling. Peter blushed profusely, his face and chest suffused
in red as he took his hands from his head in an attempt to
cover himself.

"Get those hands back on your head at once." Nikki spoke
sharply her voice penetrating Peter's cocoon of shame and
embarrent. He could not help squeezing his eyes shut as he
slowly replaced his hands back upon his head. He shivered as
he felt a soft hand on his shoulder. Opening his eyes he
blushed as the taller of the two nurses gently pulled him
toward the low padded table.

"Kneel upon there will you... on your hands and knees...
there's a sweetie."
Peter blushed again as the nurse, quickly positioned him. He
shivered as he felt the hands of both nurses upon his body,
unable to protest as they placed his knees wide apart on the
padded surface of the table.

"My you are a nice looking boy". Sarah cooed as she slipped
her hand between his legs and cupped his testicles. Peter
could not stop his body from trembling as he felt the
receptionist reach beneath him and take hold of his erect
penis. He quaked as she placed the cold glass of a specimen
jar against groin, deliberately pushing his penis downward
into the broad opening of the jar.
"Well at least you're in a position to give me a urine sample
now, so off you go and give me a full jar, there's a good
boy."

Peter could hardly believe what was happening to him as he
felt one of the nurses press the flat of her palm up against
his tummy.

"Just let it all go." He heard her whisper as she pressed
harder against his stomach. Suddenly without warning, Peter
felt his bladder relax and he began to urinate helplessly into
the specimen jar. Sarah looked across at Nikki as she held the
jar up against the boy's penis.

Nikki could feel the heat of the urine through the glass as
she lowered the jar and took a firm hold of the young boy's
penis. She squeezed gently, pulling her fingers down the shaft
and watching as the last drops of urine escaped.

"There's a good boy... that was no trouble at all was it." She
watched excitedly as he hung his head in shame. Nikki took the
urine sample and left the room. Before Peter could compose
himself Sarah had placed her hands on the cheeks of his bottom
and parted the firm flesh. She felt the boy wince as Mari
pushed a well soaped shaving brush between his buttocks and
began to lather him.

"Keep still, there's a good boy and let nurse soap your
bottom. We're just going to give you a little shave between
your cheeks, so try and keep still won't you"
Peter could not believe his ears as he felt their gentle
fingers part his buttocks further and press the cold steel of
the safety razor against his flesh. Just relax, and it will
all be over before you know it.

Peter was blushing a bright red as the nurse began shaving
between his legs. He shuddered with embarrent as the
second nurse deliberately slid her hand beneath his tummy and
cupped his testicles, drawing the soft pouch forward as the
razor moved down lower between his legs. "Just you relax
there's a good boy." Sarah whispered to him as she gently
squeezed his scrotum. She slid her other hand beneath him and
took a firm hold of his penis. She felt the organ throb
between her fingers as she tightened her grip.

Peter trembled as the nurses continued their ministrations,
their hands probing and kneading his flesh, seemingly
oblivious to his distress. He shuddered as the nurse who had
been shaving him, put down the razor and taking a dab of
lubricant ran her fingers up between the cheeks of his bottom.
The cool liquid emphasised his nakedness as she probed the
opening of his sphincter. Without warning she pushed her
slender forefinger up into his bottom making him moan audibly.
"Just relax there's a good boy." She ignored his moans as she
reached for the enema nozzle and introduced it between tightly
stretched flesh of his sphincter.

Deftly she withdrew her finger and pushed the slim metal
nozzle upward into his anus. "Arrrgggh... ooohhh." Peter
moaned as he felt the cold metal stretch his opening,
shuddering as the appliance penetrated him. Before he could
protest further she had pushed the appliance deep into his
anus.

"Now just relax your bottom while I put the bulb in." Peter
did not know what she meant, but moaned loudly as his
sphincter was stretched wide over the bulbous rubber ball
which was attached to the nozzle. The nurse gave him no
respite as she inflated the ball. "Arrggggghhhhhhh." He could
not help but protest his anguish as he felt his sphincter
stretch tightly over the inflated intrusion.

He gasped again as the other nurse pushed the skin of his
foreskin down the shaft of his penis and squeezed his
testicles firmly. "There... there.... Just relax while we see
to you." She spoke softly and gently. She turned on the
irrigator and watched the young boy shiver and tremble as the
water began to penetrate his insides.

The nurses looked at each other and smiled as Peter moaned
loudly, unable to contain his emotions. He felt dizzy with the
sensation of their hands upon his naked body and the sensual
sensation of the warmed water seemingly rushing inside him.
The water began to fill him up quickly, he felt the nurse lean
over and reach underneath him to gently stroke his tummy.

He was trembling uncontrollably as the second nurse squeezed
his penis and pulled the foreskin down over the shaft, her
voice soft and low as she whispered to him. "Be a brave boy,
there is not much more to go now and then you can pop to the
toilet."

Mari felt his tummy, stroking her hand gently under the young
trembling flesh. She moved her hand down until she felt the
tip of his penis, which Sarah was holding. "There that's a
good boy, your tummy is almost full." She whispered softly,
well aware of the sensual effect of both their softly spoken
words and their gentle hands.

Sarah felt his penis throb between her fingers as she watched
Mari switch off the irrigator and pull backwards on the
inflated bulb trapped in his anus. "Just shuffle backwards and
put your feet on the floor and I will take you to the toilet."
She held the tubing as both she and Sarah helped the boy get
down from the table

Peter felt utterly humiliated as he struggled to get down from
the table. Although he was acutely aware of his bloated
stomach, it was the inflated rubber ball within his anus that
accentuated his embarrent. Naked and ashamed he put his
feet to the floor, not daring to look at either of the pretty
nurses. He was horribly aware that were able to touch his
naked body as intimately as they wished. Their soft hands
emphasised the point as he felt the nurse squeeze his penis
and pull his testicles forward.

Sarah squeezed once more and then let go of him, smiling to
Mari as they helped the young boy to the open toilet. They
watched in amusement as his erect penis bobbed up and down as
he stumbled forward.

Peter felt utterly humiliated as they sat him on the white
porcelain. His face blushed a deep red as Sarah bent forward
and lifted his testicles while Mari deflated the bulb and gave
a sharp tug to the tubing. Peter closed his eyes in shame as
he evacuated almost immediately.

"There's a good boy." Sarah cooed as they stood over him. They
watched as he sat trembling before them. Sarah let go of his
testicles as Mari took the enema apparatus over to the sinks.

"Stand up now and we'll just give you a quick bath before you
see the doctor." Peter coloured up almost immediately as he
heard their words. Surely they did not intend to bathe him he
thought as they helped him from the toilet. Gentle hands and
soft-spoken voices accompanied his short walk to the bath.

They helped him to step over the side as and positioned him so
that he was facing them with his legs spread apart. Gently
they took his wrists and lifted his arms. "Hands on your head,
there's a good boy, we can't wash your bottom with your hands
in the way, can we? Just stand still and we'll give you a
thorough wash all over... how's that?

Peter felt his cheeks suffuse with a red blush as the nurses
looked at him. He had had no other experience to prepare him
for the humiliation he was suffering. He was acutely aware of
his dilemma, standing naked before the two young nurses with
his penis erect.

Deliberately Sarah reached forward and delicately held his
testicles in the palm of her hand. She watched the boy shiver
as she cupped her fingers, drawing her nails gently over the
flesh behind the scrotum. Peter moaned in embarrent as he
watched Mari deliberately soap her hands in front of him.
Making sure that he was watching her every move she reached
between his legs and slipped her hand between the cheeks of
his bottom. Peter involuntarily tried to clench his buttocks
at the intrusion.

"Just relax your bottom, there's a good boy." She cooed as she
pushed a soapy finger against the tightly closed flesh of his
sphincter. "Ooops there we are." She murmured to him as she
slipped her forefinger up into his bottom. Sarah pulled his
testicles forward and watching his expression of dismay took a
firm hold of his erect penis.

Both Sarah and Mari were aware of the boy's utter distress as
time after time they brought him to the very edge ejaculation,
each time taking their hands away from his body before he lost
control.
They washed his whole body, their hands gently soaping his
chest thighs and buttocks. He stood helplessly before them as
they deliberately excited his body. Sarah teased his nipples
with her fingernails, coaxing the sensitive flesh to erect as
Mari, slipped her fingers between his buttocks and pushed a
soapy finger into his anus.

They made him sit in the bath while they washed his hair and
then stand once more, as they rinsed him. Each touch coaxing a
sexual response from his trembling body.
Eventually they helped him step out of the bath. "Hands back
on your head now, there's a good boy." Mari's sharp command
pre-empted Peter's attempt to cover his genitals with his
hands.

"Legs well apart now, we

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