Comments welcome. The story becomes rather taboo in part two.
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The Anguished E
Tony’s Story
Chapter Eight
I went to the kitchen with the intention of preparing food. I was surprised to see a staff of caterers busy unwrapping trays of canapes, cold seafood and the largest pile of cracked crab imaginable.
“This must the serving girl,” exclaimed a large Teutonic woman. Then she spied my flaccid penis, the chains holding it upwards so it pointed to the ceiling. She laughed.
“Another California party,” she gushed to a nearby cohort.
“Here girl,” she commanded with sarcasm. “The guests are arriving and we’re told only you are to serve. Get busy!”
I shuffled forward feeling the various tugs on nipples, nose, penis and gonads. She handed me a tray.
“Hurry back,” she laughed again, fully cognizant of the limits to any attempts at celerity.
My bare feet padded to the poolside door, small steps dictated by the short chain. The door swung open and I faced Brandy. She was ravishing..., so casual yet so stylish..., her hair pulled back and wearing a halter top of material so thin that her breasts were perfectly outlined. Her arms and shoulders were bare, accentuating breasts so firm they seemed to be sculpted from marble. Her stomach was uncovered and below she wore a flowing diaphanous skirt that reached her ankles. The sunlight revealed that beneath was a bikini bottom of the same material as her halter and as brief as the one she had worn on that day swimming with Pat. She had once again been bestowed with a garment of high fashion. Her reputation was such that designers freely parted with the most expensive of attire just to have her wear it at social gatherings.
I stood naked..., chained..., infibulated..., and ready to serve food.
I blushed before the woman of my fantasies.
“Oh Tony. You look so pretty..., but you must begin to circulate. People are hungry and eager to meet the new graduate.”
I always felt humbled when Brandy stooped to speak to me. Being effeminately coiffed and adorned with jewelry designed for no other purpose than to highlight my subservient status, my self esteem sunk to new levels.
I couldn’t find words to reply. Instead I carefully stepped out as Brandy held the door. Around the pool were a dozen people of all ages and genders. It was going to be a trying day.
Most of the small crowd collectively turned their heads as I crossed the concrete decking. Nurse Annika had me sun bathing every day for the past week. My skin was an especially golden brown and beautifully complemented all the gold chains and jewelry. My sparkling diamonds and coiffed hair suggested the presence of an alluring young girl. My flaccid and ringed penis suggested otherwise.
Those that did not initially look my way did so when my little bells began to ring. I suppose they expected to see a dog or cat.
I began to tumefy. The attention caused arousal and I felt a strange combination of both pride and humiliation with all the eyes peering at me. Pride in pleasing Brandy by displaying her jewelry. Humiliation is being exposed before so many unknown people.
Dr. Stella stood dressed in a similarly informal but fashionable garment designed for pool parties, the lower portion to be removed for swimming. She was speaking to a man and a woman and called to me. I obediently shuffled her way at the far end of the pool.
The gold ring which replaced the infibulation wire was much less painful and permitted an interesting degree stiffness. I felt my penis become partially erect. I held the tray away from me and looked down to see that the ring was not tight enough to completely trap my glans within the foreskin. Telltale pinkness shown. By the time I reached Dr. Stella, the effect of all the rings and chains on numerous erogenous areas and the pressure of the butt plug had my prostatic fluid flowing.
Nurse Annika had not massaged my prostate in over a week. I thought it was unusual until I realized how wickedly deviant it was for the women to display me while I slowly leaked male essence.
“Tony this is Dr. Ann Simpson, the noted psychologist and her husband Tom. Tony has just graduated high school, Ann and he’s been a wonderful helper around the house over the past year. We’re not completely sure what we’ll have him doing next year. As you can see he’s become rather devoted to Brandy and she’s nicely bought him some jewelry.”
This Doctor Ann stared at me, seeming to both psycho-analyze and enjoy the sight of a feminized and thoroughly submissive male.
After a moment she smiled.
“You look charming, Tony,” she finally commented, reaching for a shrimp. “How do you feel, trussed in such fine bondage. Are you anally plugged, too? So many denied young males enjoy the delights of having the prostate gland manipulated. I’m told chastity serves to accentuate its sensitivity.”
Her smile turned devilish. When she noticed my blushing she laughed.
“You’ve kept his skin nicely colored, Stella. Have you had him whipped? I would think it would be quite a sight and in my experience they become delightfully humble afterwards.
“But I would not suggest it too often. He may learn to enjoy it..., and that would not do.”
She laughed again. I remained silent as Nurse Annika had commanded. Again, I learned over the years that suggestions at Dr. Stella’s house were more than suggestions.
“He has shown a certain penchant for pain, Ann. He tumefies with every piercing.”
Dr. Stella also took a shrimp and I found myself curtsying which brought smiles from the three.
“Follow me, Tony.”
The handsome Dr. Stella moved to a more mature gentlemen speaking to Nurse Annika. I rapidly moved my feet to keep up with her and arrived as the Doctor turned around with a sweeping gesture of her left arm.
“Judge, this is Tony. You signed his papers appointing me as his guardian.”
The white haired gentleman tried to disguise his interest in the sight of a naked subservient male. But one could tell, in his younger days the rakish jurist had an eye for young males.
For a moment he examined me over the top of half lense reading glasses then pulled off the spectacles to more fully inspect. He seemed to recognize Nurse Annika’s handiwork.
“Most fascinating. Have you thought about making the adornments permanent? This is Southern California, after all. The vanilla world would hardly notice.”
He laughed as if making a joke. Dr. Stella and Nurse Annika did not join him. Instead a smiling Doctor responded with a tone of sincerity that raised my concern.
“Funny you should bring up that subject, your honor. Tony will be eighteen next month and under your court order will no longer be my ward. In view of his proclivities, perhaps you would reconsider the matter if I presented a formal petition. Dr. Simpson is working on a psychological profile that will support my recommendation.”
The Judge took a sip from his drink, reached to the gold chain running from my nose ring to my nipple rings. He gently pulled up and down with his fingers. His action diddled my nipples and also served to tension the chain leading from my nipple rings to my penis. I quivered with the unexpected pleasure. Such wicked adornments!
He smiled.
“Your petition will receive my fullest attention. But if I may suggest, isn’t Brandy 21. And though young, she certainly has the financial resources to shepard a ward.”
Dr. Stella nodded in thought then we moved onwards to a tall black woman and her young white companion.
I found the Judge’s comments to be ominously intriguing but concentrated on my footwork.
The woman and girl had just arrived. The woman was in her thirties and attired in a light blouse and short pleated skirt. In her right hand was a leash leading to the polished steel neck collar of her young companion. The girl wore a kimono but her arms were not to be seen.
“Good afternoon, Erma. And how is Johnnie?”
Johnnie?
Erma turned and with the rapid motion of a powerful hand slipped off the kimono. ‘Johnnie’ was naked underneath except for a broad steel waist band and crouch piece that matched his neck collar. The bright piece of steel was custom fitted and disappeared between ‘his’ thighs. ‘Johnnie’ had breasts! Small mounds with perky nipples. His hair was shorter than mine but much more elegantly styled. And someone had spent hours on his make up. ‘Johnnie’ appeared to be an incredibly pretty girl.
Erma unhooked the leash.
“See if anyone wants to be serviced,” she sharply commanded.
As the boy scampered toward the Judge I noticed his arms were encased behind his back in a single patent leather glove. His buttocks were exposed and a metal piece ran between his cheeks up to the rear of the shining waist belt, obviously serving to lock in place the formidable band of steel and pierce covering his crouch.
Erma watched the Judge greet the ‘boy’ with an enthusiastic smile than turned to Dr. Stella.
“He’s adapting very well. His breasts are growing with the hormones and he’s stopped complaining about being belted. As you can see I have not had to cane him in a week.
“And the longer he’s kept chaste, the more tactile his tongue becomes. Doctor Ann has always postulated that with proper training the sex drive of the chaste male can be redirected to achieve a woman’s ultimate satisfaction. As usual she is correct.”
“Bring him in for a checkup next week if you’d like, Erma. You know Annika is very good about these situations. And there are male glands that need attention..., by the way this is Tony.”
I again inadvertently curtsied while I extended the tray. Erma looked at me sternly.
“I like the jewelry. Brandy’s creation?”
“Yes, she been watching those Roman slave movies again.”
Both women laughed.
Dr. Stella directed me to serve others while she and Erma continued their conversation. While shuffling from group to group I noticed that the Judge was walking Johnnie to the kitchen door utilizing the top of his single glove as a handle.
Later, Pat arrived bringing with her a bevy of Brandy’s friends from the fashion business. All young, pretty and wearing the skimpiest of bathing attire. Compliments abounded, most delivered to Brandy about my bejeweled naked body.
“So decadently subservient,” observed one of the older girls as she took the time to tenderly swab away my pre ejaculatory fluid with a cocktail napkin.
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Chapter Seven
The Anguished E
Tony’s Story
Chapter Seven
As graduation time neared my hair grew to shoulder length. Nurse Annika spent much time teaching me how to brush it and keep it neat and with the beautiful earrings I developed a very effeminate appearance. No boy in school would come near me. Girls just whispered when they saw me and giggled.
So I was happy to graduate. My grades were excellent. Being chaste since puberty I had none of the normal teenaged diversions. Other than serving Brandy with lips and tongue, it seemed most of my free time had been spent reading and studying.
Dr. Stella nicely planned a pool party to celebrate and at first I was excited. But when I learned that the household rule of strict nudity would remain enforced despite all the guests, I was most apprehensive. Who would attend?
The party was scheduled for a Saturday. On the Sunday before Dr. Stella again ‘invited’ me to an examination room. I was beginning to dislike Sundays for I was once more strapped onto the examination table with the low flame of the alcohol lamp doing its eerie dance.
Dr. Stella cut my infibulating wire and watched my penis engorge.
“Brandy has more presents, Tony.”
The callousness which the Doctor displayed never ceased to amaze me. I felt like a pin cushion as searing hot needles penetrated the most sensitive of places. Each nipple was skewered and most painfully my septum. Despite my screams of protest she worked without delay, ignoring all entreaties. She twisted the cooling rods of thin steel while showing me more golden rings..., in color exactly matching those encircling my testicles and hanging from my ears.
“Brandy wants them to be permanent. I’m going to solder them closed. Cut them off and there will be a penalty to be paid.
“And she wants these added.”
Dr. Stella held up another pair of diamond pendants with bells. These matched the ones dangling below my scrotum and within minutes my newly pierced nipples were ringed with another set of bells to chime with the slightest of my movements.
Thankfully, my nose piercing only received a ring. I assumed a pendant and bell in that location would interfere with Brandy’s favorite use of me. And the constant sound would have been most distracting.
Soldering to close the rings caused more agony and the Doctor commented that I was getting harder with each application of the painful soldering iron. She watched my penis lurch, but noted afterwards that it stood taller then before.
“You’re an interesting boy, Tony. There are people you will enjoy meeting on Saturday.”
Released and with penis wired, I sheepishly joined Brandy at the pool. Earrings, nipple rings, testicle rings, nose ring..., with the attached diamonds and bells my benefactress had thousands of dollars invested in my adornment and was quite proud. I too felt a certain appreciation..., like a well pampered show dog.
Dr. Stella joined us by the pool. She rarely did so, but the occasion served to remind me how attractive a woman she was. Brandy had obviously received the best of the available gene pools. Even in her early forties, Dr. Stella had not given one iota to the onslaught of the approaching middle aged years. She was trim with full breasts and a delightful curvature below her waist. Funny how being the object of such torments I had not before noticed.
I waited on the two women, bringing refreshments and fruit. Brandy seemed to enjoy basking in the sun, knowing by the sound of my bells that I was nearby. She was constantly sending me to fetch things. I suppose with the furtive oral service obviated by her Mother’s presence, it was an alternatively amusing way to spend the afternoon.
Later she took to throwing things to the bottom of the pool and demanding that I fetch them back. By the end of the afternoon I was quite well exercised. I enjoyed being of service.
Brandy had Pat drive me to the beauty parlor on the following Saturday morning. Though I had started to learn to drive while Mom was alive, Dr. Stella quickly curtailed any further lessons. For transportation I was dependent on being a passenger in Brandy’s yellow Ferrari or having Pat occasionally drive me on Brandy’s orders.
The girls at the parlor were nice in coiffing my hair and they adored my earrings and nose ring. Pat suggested, quite firmly, that I show them the rest. I demurred but was soon being relieved of my clothing. Dr. Stella had laid out the simplest of garments for the trip thus Pat had little difficulty stripping me so that the girls could examine the matching diamonds on nipple and testicle rings.
The bells also made an impression and the tinkling brought many smiles. One girl became somewhat giddy and began applying lipstick and rouge. Others joined in and Pat just stood by as my nipples were colored an alluring red to match my lips.
When finished, Pat picked up my shorts and shirt, the only garments I had, and walked to the side door.
“The limo’s in the alley, Tony. Come.”
I departed naked to the sound of ringing bells and laughing beauticians.
I was happy to be alone in the back of the limousine. The windows were deeply tinted. I felt myself strangely aroused by my experience of being exposed to so many unfamiliar women. I was shocked to look into a small vanity mirror mounted on the partition between driver’s seat and the passenger section. The girls had created a stunningly attractive dark skinned hermaphrodite. I became even more aroused and it hurt. Dr. Stella’s simple chastity piercing was admirably effective.
In arriving home, Nurse Annika greeted me. She was amazingly attractive without her starched white uniform. She was evidently invited to my party and had arrived early to assist.
“You look very pretty, Tony. To the office, now please. Brandy wants some minor modifications for your guests.”
My guests? I could truly reply that I did not know anyone.
But I had learned over the years that Nurse Annika did not make suggestions, only directives, and when she swatted my naked backside, the smack felt psychologically comforting on a day of great anxiety. I ran to the office area with bells ringing.
For some reason I just sat on the examining table and put my feet into the stirrups. There seemed to be no point in awaiting the command. Well spread with my genitals exposed was how the nurse and doctor preferred me. When Nurse Annika followed me with a large jewelry box she was pleased with my obedience.
“Just some decorative items for the party Tony. Expensive and somewhat delicate but I know you’ll be careful.”
The box contained many feet of fine golden chain among other items and I was heartened when Nurse Annika cut my thin infibulating wire.
“Don’t get excited. You’re to remain infibulated. Brandy wants something that’s more presentable that’s all.”
I indeed started to tumefy, as always. But experienced fingers stopped the reaction by gathering up my foreskin and threading a thin gold ring through the holes in my prepuce vacated by the wire. She pinched it closed with pliers.
Familiar fingers lubricated my rectum. I was heartened to see a regular butt plug appear, not inflatable and skilled fingers slid the stout ball of rubber well into me.
Then she removed several golden bands from the box.
She worked quickly, begging the question of how often she adorned a naked male with such trinkets. The circular bands opened and were placed around my ankles and thighs then snapped shut in a perfect fit. A large band encircled my waist and was likewise snapped closed. Then several sections of gold chain were unraveled and tiny hooks were used to attach the lengths to my rings and the newly attached bands. One length ran from right earring through the nose ring to the left earring. Another ran from right nipple ring through the nose ring to the left nipple ring. A third directly from right nipple ring to left. A fourth from right nipple ring through the new penis ring and back up to the left nipple ring. Another from the waist band through the penis ring and back up to the waist band. Then left scrotal ring to left thigh band. Likewise from right scrotal ring to right thigh band. Then right scrotal ring between my thighs, through a ring on the butt plug and between my buttocks to the rear of the waist band. Another from the left scrotal ring through the butt plug to the rear of the waist band.
All were decorative and, as Nurse Annika stated, in no way intended to restrain me. But the mirror reflected a naked body, bronzed through daily exposure to the sun, adorned with precious jewels and crisscrossed with foot after foot of fine golden chain.
Nurse Annika released me and I knew she was pleased. When I stood I felt sensuous tension on my testicles, penis, nipples, nose and ears and within my rectum. In short every imaginable erogenous zone.
“This one is functional, Tony. You’re going to have to walk carefully.”
A gold chain of considerable gauge was attached from right ankle band to left. It was only 18 inches long but strong. I was hobbled and the nurse laughed uproariously at my attempts to walk.
“You’re going to have a long day. Be careful carrying the hors d’oeuvres. And be silent”
She again slapped my posterior and directed me to the kitchen. There was much work to be done but each step I took was incredibly arousing. The gold infibulation ring was not as painful as the thin wire, but it still performed its function. My penis head was still entrapped. Tumescence was impossible despite all the sensuous sensations. And despite all the new faux restraints, my bells rang freely.
Tony’s Story
Chapter Seven
As graduation time neared my hair grew to shoulder length. Nurse Annika spent much time teaching me how to brush it and keep it neat and with the beautiful earrings I developed a very effeminate appearance. No boy in school would come near me. Girls just whispered when they saw me and giggled.
So I was happy to graduate. My grades were excellent. Being chaste since puberty I had none of the normal teenaged diversions. Other than serving Brandy with lips and tongue, it seemed most of my free time had been spent reading and studying.
Dr. Stella nicely planned a pool party to celebrate and at first I was excited. But when I learned that the household rule of strict nudity would remain enforced despite all the guests, I was most apprehensive. Who would attend?
The party was scheduled for a Saturday. On the Sunday before Dr. Stella again ‘invited’ me to an examination room. I was beginning to dislike Sundays for I was once more strapped onto the examination table with the low flame of the alcohol lamp doing its eerie dance.
Dr. Stella cut my infibulating wire and watched my penis engorge.
“Brandy has more presents, Tony.”
The callousness which the Doctor displayed never ceased to amaze me. I felt like a pin cushion as searing hot needles penetrated the most sensitive of places. Each nipple was skewered and most painfully my septum. Despite my screams of protest she worked without delay, ignoring all entreaties. She twisted the cooling rods of thin steel while showing me more golden rings..., in color exactly matching those encircling my testicles and hanging from my ears.
“Brandy wants them to be permanent. I’m going to solder them closed. Cut them off and there will be a penalty to be paid.
“And she wants these added.”
Dr. Stella held up another pair of diamond pendants with bells. These matched the ones dangling below my scrotum and within minutes my newly pierced nipples were ringed with another set of bells to chime with the slightest of my movements.
Thankfully, my nose piercing only received a ring. I assumed a pendant and bell in that location would interfere with Brandy’s favorite use of me. And the constant sound would have been most distracting.
Soldering to close the rings caused more agony and the Doctor commented that I was getting harder with each application of the painful soldering iron. She watched my penis lurch, but noted afterwards that it stood taller then before.
“You’re an interesting boy, Tony. There are people you will enjoy meeting on Saturday.”
Released and with penis wired, I sheepishly joined Brandy at the pool. Earrings, nipple rings, testicle rings, nose ring..., with the attached diamonds and bells my benefactress had thousands of dollars invested in my adornment and was quite proud. I too felt a certain appreciation..., like a well pampered show dog.
Dr. Stella joined us by the pool. She rarely did so, but the occasion served to remind me how attractive a woman she was. Brandy had obviously received the best of the available gene pools. Even in her early forties, Dr. Stella had not given one iota to the onslaught of the approaching middle aged years. She was trim with full breasts and a delightful curvature below her waist. Funny how being the object of such torments I had not before noticed.
I waited on the two women, bringing refreshments and fruit. Brandy seemed to enjoy basking in the sun, knowing by the sound of my bells that I was nearby. She was constantly sending me to fetch things. I suppose with the furtive oral service obviated by her Mother’s presence, it was an alternatively amusing way to spend the afternoon.
Later she took to throwing things to the bottom of the pool and demanding that I fetch them back. By the end of the afternoon I was quite well exercised. I enjoyed being of service.
Brandy had Pat drive me to the beauty parlor on the following Saturday morning. Though I had started to learn to drive while Mom was alive, Dr. Stella quickly curtailed any further lessons. For transportation I was dependent on being a passenger in Brandy’s yellow Ferrari or having Pat occasionally drive me on Brandy’s orders.
The girls at the parlor were nice in coiffing my hair and they adored my earrings and nose ring. Pat suggested, quite firmly, that I show them the rest. I demurred but was soon being relieved of my clothing. Dr. Stella had laid out the simplest of garments for the trip thus Pat had little difficulty stripping me so that the girls could examine the matching diamonds on nipple and testicle rings.
The bells also made an impression and the tinkling brought many smiles. One girl became somewhat giddy and began applying lipstick and rouge. Others joined in and Pat just stood by as my nipples were colored an alluring red to match my lips.
When finished, Pat picked up my shorts and shirt, the only garments I had, and walked to the side door.
“The limo’s in the alley, Tony. Come.”
I departed naked to the sound of ringing bells and laughing beauticians.
I was happy to be alone in the back of the limousine. The windows were deeply tinted. I felt myself strangely aroused by my experience of being exposed to so many unfamiliar women. I was shocked to look into a small vanity mirror mounted on the partition between driver’s seat and the passenger section. The girls had created a stunningly attractive dark skinned hermaphrodite. I became even more aroused and it hurt. Dr. Stella’s simple chastity piercing was admirably effective.
In arriving home, Nurse Annika greeted me. She was amazingly attractive without her starched white uniform. She was evidently invited to my party and had arrived early to assist.
“You look very pretty, Tony. To the office, now please. Brandy wants some minor modifications for your guests.”
My guests? I could truly reply that I did not know anyone.
But I had learned over the years that Nurse Annika did not make suggestions, only directives, and when she swatted my naked backside, the smack felt psychologically comforting on a day of great anxiety. I ran to the office area with bells ringing.
For some reason I just sat on the examining table and put my feet into the stirrups. There seemed to be no point in awaiting the command. Well spread with my genitals exposed was how the nurse and doctor preferred me. When Nurse Annika followed me with a large jewelry box she was pleased with my obedience.
“Just some decorative items for the party Tony. Expensive and somewhat delicate but I know you’ll be careful.”
The box contained many feet of fine golden chain among other items and I was heartened when Nurse Annika cut my thin infibulating wire.
“Don’t get excited. You’re to remain infibulated. Brandy wants something that’s more presentable that’s all.”
I indeed started to tumefy, as always. But experienced fingers stopped the reaction by gathering up my foreskin and threading a thin gold ring through the holes in my prepuce vacated by the wire. She pinched it closed with pliers.
Familiar fingers lubricated my rectum. I was heartened to see a regular butt plug appear, not inflatable and skilled fingers slid the stout ball of rubber well into me.
Then she removed several golden bands from the box.
She worked quickly, begging the question of how often she adorned a naked male with such trinkets. The circular bands opened and were placed around my ankles and thighs then snapped shut in a perfect fit. A large band encircled my waist and was likewise snapped closed. Then several sections of gold chain were unraveled and tiny hooks were used to attach the lengths to my rings and the newly attached bands. One length ran from right earring through the nose ring to the left earring. Another ran from right nipple ring through the nose ring to the left nipple ring. A third directly from right nipple ring to left. A fourth from right nipple ring through the new penis ring and back up to the left nipple ring. Another from the waist band through the penis ring and back up to the waist band. Then left scrotal ring to left thigh band. Likewise from right scrotal ring to right thigh band. Then right scrotal ring between my thighs, through a ring on the butt plug and between my buttocks to the rear of the waist band. Another from the left scrotal ring through the butt plug to the rear of the waist band.
All were decorative and, as Nurse Annika stated, in no way intended to restrain me. But the mirror reflected a naked body, bronzed through daily exposure to the sun, adorned with precious jewels and crisscrossed with foot after foot of fine golden chain.
Nurse Annika released me and I knew she was pleased. When I stood I felt sensuous tension on my testicles, penis, nipples, nose and ears and within my rectum. In short every imaginable erogenous zone.
“This one is functional, Tony. You’re going to have to walk carefully.”
A gold chain of considerable gauge was attached from right ankle band to left. It was only 18 inches long but strong. I was hobbled and the nurse laughed uproariously at my attempts to walk.
“You’re going to have a long day. Be careful carrying the hors d’oeuvres. And be silent”
She again slapped my posterior and directed me to the kitchen. There was much work to be done but each step I took was incredibly arousing. The gold infibulation ring was not as painful as the thin wire, but it still performed its function. My penis head was still entrapped. Tumescence was impossible despite all the sensuous sensations. And despite all the new faux restraints, my bells rang freely.
Tuesday, September 14, 2010
The Anguished E Chapter Six
The Anguished E
Tony’s Story
Chapter Six
Mom returned from the hospital in late July. I was happy get away from the 24 hour influence of Dr. Stella and Nurse Annika, though I missed awaking each day with the knowledge that I would be serving the most beautiful woman on Earth.
It was not a happy reunion. Long term, I learned that Mom’s illness would prevail. It was a matter of time and I overheard phone calls where she was making various arrangements.
By the time school started, she was taken away again. It was her final trip.
The funeral was simple. I grieved and could not help but wonder if she fully understood the effects of my alteration. Control of my sexual function had been ceded to Dr. Stella and her nurse and Mom had consented to it.
I began to stay back at Dr. Stella’s of course and after a few days resumed going to school. My clothing was under the complete control of Dr. Stella and each morning when I stepped from the shower found my day’s attire laid out on the bed. I never determined where it was kept, but my wardrobe probably was under lock and key so I never attempted to find the source.
With Brandy both in college and experiencing more and more demand for her modeling talents, her schedule was hectic. Leisurely afternoons with her by the pool became fewer and fewer. So I much more often found myself freed of the infibulating wire but restrained in wrist cuffs. Nurse Annika liked seeing me erect and I of course was very accommodating. With the complete sexual abstinence, my neglected manhood could not stay flaccid when liberated. On one afternoon she measured me to be nine inches and I remained so for hours.
Two weeks after the funeral I was called into Dr. Stella’s office on a Saturday morning.
“Tony, the papers are not yet official, but I soon suspect that you will become my ward. You’re not yet eighteen and the state requires that you have a guardian which your Mother suggested be me.
“I am also the executrix of her estate. We’ve had a good offer on your Mother’s house which will soon be sold. There are cash and investments from life insurance. So next year, college costs will be taken care of by a trust fund and later you will have a reasonable financial start in life.
“Since our circumstances here are far from modest, you will stay with us and be cared for without the necessity for dipping into any of your funds. Money is not a constraint. You’d be shocked to know what Brandy made modeling last year, and it appears the next few years will be equally lucrative.
“But you will have duties and responsibilities around the house. As you know I insist everyone pitch in here..., and you know the rules about Brandy. She is not to be touched.”
Her warnings always came with such an ominous tone. I again thought of that day years before when she casually passed a hot needle through my foreskin and forever changed my life. The recollection still caused me to shudder in fear.
I humbly nodded.
Over the next few months many gradual changes occurred. Mom’s house was sold and I sadly realized that with the sale went my last refuge from Dr. Stella and Nurse Annika. I had no where else to go.
Each day I arose early then prepared and served breakfast for everyone, naked as mandated. Later I showered and donned the clothing laid out for me. Over time my masculine underwear disappeared. In its place was frilly girls panties. Smooth and soft, it made the day very long and uncomfortable causing unwanted arousal by pleasantly frottaging against my chaste privates.
More embarrassing were the socks. Pastel blues, pinks and yellows called attention to my feet and drew ridicule from my classmates. As lonely as I was, I became lonelier. Not wishing to undergo the derision of other males, I immediately returned to Dr. Stella’s house afer school.
The house needed to be vacuumed twice per week. And I learned to do laundry. Being naked and proximate to Brandy’s undergarments provided an odd thrill. Each panty received a good sniff before finding its way into the washer.
My hair was growing and unlike Mom’s preference, Dr. Stella decided upon a longer style. Nurse Annika trimmed it ever so slightly, otherwise it was combed over the tops of my ears and styled to simply hang from a straight part in the middle of my head.
Then one Sunday, seemingly as a lark, Dr. Stella summoned me into the office area and led me to an examination room. The alcohol lamp was lit and I trembled, again recalling the painful skewering of my manhood.
“Brandy wants to make you look pretty, Tony. On the table please.”
I was strapped down. Dr. Stella cut my wire then paused to watch as my penis immediately celebrated its freedom with a firm stand. She had a look of pride as it towered nine inches above the base of my scrotal sac.
She slowly heated a needle which I noted was much smaller than that used to infibulate me.
“Just a little pain, Tony. I have gifts from Brandy. She was watching some movie a few nights ago and went out and bought these for you.”
Dr. Stella held up a pair of earrings. Gold with diamonds that sparkled under the bright lights of the examination room, they were expensive, attractive and most disconcertingly..., extremely effeminate.
“Sometimes I think she has too much money to spend.”
The Doctor worked quickly to pierce my earlobe. It hurt. My penis twitched and she took much interest in that.
She pierced the other ear and again my penis twitched. She smiled knowingly at that point. The earrings were slipped through the new openings and permanently closed with a set of pliers.
Then she stepped back to observe her work.
“Brandy will be very pleased.”
She held up a mirror for me. Though my hair had not been cut since permanently moving into Dr. Stella’s house, the lower portion of each ear was still visible. Only now they were more than noticeable..., the shining ornaments drew the attention of the eye.
“Yes, Brandy was watching some movie set in ancient Rome. It seems the women of Roman nobility took great delight in adorning their slaves with jewelry.”
She smilingly reached to my face, pushed my hair back then again held up the mirror for me to see.
“You look very cute, Tony. And there’s something hinting that you like the new look.”
She looked down to where my purple phallus pointed to the ceiling with prostatic fluid streaming down the shaft.
“If you like it that much, there will be more when you graduate.”
An excited Brandy stepped into the room.
“Oh, Mom he looks so pretty.”
She herself was ravishing as always. On her way to the beach with friends, even in casual attire she was more beautiful than any woman I knew. Her eyes moved to where a woman’s curiosity compels her to gaze. My nine inches stood so tall, glistening with the purple tip highlighting a long shaft of golden brown.
“Is he still growing, Mom? He looks bigger than ever.”
Dr. Stella nodded.
The blonde beauty stepped between my feet, well spread by the stirrups. She leaned over and pulled on my right ear to turn my head for a better view. With her proximity, the folds of a light shawl, worn to protect her from the sun, brushed against my penis and testicles. It felt wonderful and I moaned with the pleasure.
“So cute. And he really does like me. I’ll be back later Tony. You look very pretty...”
With that the idol of my dreams sauntered out.
I wiled away the day by the pool cuffed but in Brandy’s absence my phallus was free to stand.
It did. When Nurse Annika came to check on me she was pleased and also marveled at my jewelry.
The next day at school the dangling baubles served to keep me even more ostracized from my male classmates. The girls just giggled.
Two months later, Nurse Annika had me strapped to the chair and was preparing me for my prostate massage. She measured my erection, as always, but also took the time to isolate each testicle within my sac and carefully measure the circumference with calipers. The results were recorded and two gloves fingers proceeded with the massage. My flow was impressive at nearly eighteen years of age. She delighted in watching the cloudy slippery mess slither down my untouched shaft to my shaven scrotum. Under that a towel soaked up the essence and it became another piece of cloth for me to wash.
Her fingers were always frustratingly pleasing, causing me to buck my hips in a futile effort to copulate with the room air. This always brought a smile, knowing that she controlled what I could not have.
On the following Sunday I once again was called by Dr. Stella to an examination room. There she worked to separate my gonads within the sac and squeeze large rings over each one. Nurse Annika’s measurements had been precise and the Doctor knew just how much my testicles could be flattened without permanent damage in order to slip on the rings.
When finished, my plums were permanently separated within their pouch and no amount of painful tugging could pull off the rings.
“You’re still growing a little bit, Tony. Over the next few weeks even I will not be able to pull the rings off. It gives your genitals a wonderfully submissive appearance.”
I looked down and noted an eyelet on the bottom of each ring. I could only guess at the purpose.
When I joined Brandy by the pool she was ecstatic with the look. I only hoped she would not see any more of the Roman movies she fancied.
The girl of my infatuation had a small jewelry box with her, brazenly lying on top of the familiar silk scarf.
“Another gift Tony. Very expensive.”
She opened it to show me two sizable diamond pendants. Hanging below each by a small loop of gold was a tiny golden bell.
“We’ll now know where you are in the house. Like a cat.”
She had even brought pliers. Within a minute I was indeed belled like a cat as she attached a pendant to the eyelet on each ring. I chimed with the slightest of movements, bringing the most charming of smiles to the wondrous face of my dream girl.
“Mom has left to go to a barbeque,” Brandy explained as she picked up the scarf.
I laid beneath her both supine and blindfolded. Despite the intense pain caused by my arousal and the infibulating wire, I serviced her time and again for the entire afternoon. She was insatiable. I was in heaven.
Tony’s Story
Chapter Six
Mom returned from the hospital in late July. I was happy get away from the 24 hour influence of Dr. Stella and Nurse Annika, though I missed awaking each day with the knowledge that I would be serving the most beautiful woman on Earth.
It was not a happy reunion. Long term, I learned that Mom’s illness would prevail. It was a matter of time and I overheard phone calls where she was making various arrangements.
By the time school started, she was taken away again. It was her final trip.
The funeral was simple. I grieved and could not help but wonder if she fully understood the effects of my alteration. Control of my sexual function had been ceded to Dr. Stella and her nurse and Mom had consented to it.
I began to stay back at Dr. Stella’s of course and after a few days resumed going to school. My clothing was under the complete control of Dr. Stella and each morning when I stepped from the shower found my day’s attire laid out on the bed. I never determined where it was kept, but my wardrobe probably was under lock and key so I never attempted to find the source.
With Brandy both in college and experiencing more and more demand for her modeling talents, her schedule was hectic. Leisurely afternoons with her by the pool became fewer and fewer. So I much more often found myself freed of the infibulating wire but restrained in wrist cuffs. Nurse Annika liked seeing me erect and I of course was very accommodating. With the complete sexual abstinence, my neglected manhood could not stay flaccid when liberated. On one afternoon she measured me to be nine inches and I remained so for hours.
Two weeks after the funeral I was called into Dr. Stella’s office on a Saturday morning.
“Tony, the papers are not yet official, but I soon suspect that you will become my ward. You’re not yet eighteen and the state requires that you have a guardian which your Mother suggested be me.
“I am also the executrix of her estate. We’ve had a good offer on your Mother’s house which will soon be sold. There are cash and investments from life insurance. So next year, college costs will be taken care of by a trust fund and later you will have a reasonable financial start in life.
“Since our circumstances here are far from modest, you will stay with us and be cared for without the necessity for dipping into any of your funds. Money is not a constraint. You’d be shocked to know what Brandy made modeling last year, and it appears the next few years will be equally lucrative.
“But you will have duties and responsibilities around the house. As you know I insist everyone pitch in here..., and you know the rules about Brandy. She is not to be touched.”
Her warnings always came with such an ominous tone. I again thought of that day years before when she casually passed a hot needle through my foreskin and forever changed my life. The recollection still caused me to shudder in fear.
I humbly nodded.
Over the next few months many gradual changes occurred. Mom’s house was sold and I sadly realized that with the sale went my last refuge from Dr. Stella and Nurse Annika. I had no where else to go.
Each day I arose early then prepared and served breakfast for everyone, naked as mandated. Later I showered and donned the clothing laid out for me. Over time my masculine underwear disappeared. In its place was frilly girls panties. Smooth and soft, it made the day very long and uncomfortable causing unwanted arousal by pleasantly frottaging against my chaste privates.
More embarrassing were the socks. Pastel blues, pinks and yellows called attention to my feet and drew ridicule from my classmates. As lonely as I was, I became lonelier. Not wishing to undergo the derision of other males, I immediately returned to Dr. Stella’s house afer school.
The house needed to be vacuumed twice per week. And I learned to do laundry. Being naked and proximate to Brandy’s undergarments provided an odd thrill. Each panty received a good sniff before finding its way into the washer.
My hair was growing and unlike Mom’s preference, Dr. Stella decided upon a longer style. Nurse Annika trimmed it ever so slightly, otherwise it was combed over the tops of my ears and styled to simply hang from a straight part in the middle of my head.
Then one Sunday, seemingly as a lark, Dr. Stella summoned me into the office area and led me to an examination room. The alcohol lamp was lit and I trembled, again recalling the painful skewering of my manhood.
“Brandy wants to make you look pretty, Tony. On the table please.”
I was strapped down. Dr. Stella cut my wire then paused to watch as my penis immediately celebrated its freedom with a firm stand. She had a look of pride as it towered nine inches above the base of my scrotal sac.
She slowly heated a needle which I noted was much smaller than that used to infibulate me.
“Just a little pain, Tony. I have gifts from Brandy. She was watching some movie a few nights ago and went out and bought these for you.”
Dr. Stella held up a pair of earrings. Gold with diamonds that sparkled under the bright lights of the examination room, they were expensive, attractive and most disconcertingly..., extremely effeminate.
“Sometimes I think she has too much money to spend.”
The Doctor worked quickly to pierce my earlobe. It hurt. My penis twitched and she took much interest in that.
She pierced the other ear and again my penis twitched. She smiled knowingly at that point. The earrings were slipped through the new openings and permanently closed with a set of pliers.
Then she stepped back to observe her work.
“Brandy will be very pleased.”
She held up a mirror for me. Though my hair had not been cut since permanently moving into Dr. Stella’s house, the lower portion of each ear was still visible. Only now they were more than noticeable..., the shining ornaments drew the attention of the eye.
“Yes, Brandy was watching some movie set in ancient Rome. It seems the women of Roman nobility took great delight in adorning their slaves with jewelry.”
She smilingly reached to my face, pushed my hair back then again held up the mirror for me to see.
“You look very cute, Tony. And there’s something hinting that you like the new look.”
She looked down to where my purple phallus pointed to the ceiling with prostatic fluid streaming down the shaft.
“If you like it that much, there will be more when you graduate.”
An excited Brandy stepped into the room.
“Oh, Mom he looks so pretty.”
She herself was ravishing as always. On her way to the beach with friends, even in casual attire she was more beautiful than any woman I knew. Her eyes moved to where a woman’s curiosity compels her to gaze. My nine inches stood so tall, glistening with the purple tip highlighting a long shaft of golden brown.
“Is he still growing, Mom? He looks bigger than ever.”
Dr. Stella nodded.
The blonde beauty stepped between my feet, well spread by the stirrups. She leaned over and pulled on my right ear to turn my head for a better view. With her proximity, the folds of a light shawl, worn to protect her from the sun, brushed against my penis and testicles. It felt wonderful and I moaned with the pleasure.
“So cute. And he really does like me. I’ll be back later Tony. You look very pretty...”
With that the idol of my dreams sauntered out.
I wiled away the day by the pool cuffed but in Brandy’s absence my phallus was free to stand.
It did. When Nurse Annika came to check on me she was pleased and also marveled at my jewelry.
The next day at school the dangling baubles served to keep me even more ostracized from my male classmates. The girls just giggled.
Two months later, Nurse Annika had me strapped to the chair and was preparing me for my prostate massage. She measured my erection, as always, but also took the time to isolate each testicle within my sac and carefully measure the circumference with calipers. The results were recorded and two gloves fingers proceeded with the massage. My flow was impressive at nearly eighteen years of age. She delighted in watching the cloudy slippery mess slither down my untouched shaft to my shaven scrotum. Under that a towel soaked up the essence and it became another piece of cloth for me to wash.
Her fingers were always frustratingly pleasing, causing me to buck my hips in a futile effort to copulate with the room air. This always brought a smile, knowing that she controlled what I could not have.
On the following Sunday I once again was called by Dr. Stella to an examination room. There she worked to separate my gonads within the sac and squeeze large rings over each one. Nurse Annika’s measurements had been precise and the Doctor knew just how much my testicles could be flattened without permanent damage in order to slip on the rings.
When finished, my plums were permanently separated within their pouch and no amount of painful tugging could pull off the rings.
“You’re still growing a little bit, Tony. Over the next few weeks even I will not be able to pull the rings off. It gives your genitals a wonderfully submissive appearance.”
I looked down and noted an eyelet on the bottom of each ring. I could only guess at the purpose.
When I joined Brandy by the pool she was ecstatic with the look. I only hoped she would not see any more of the Roman movies she fancied.
The girl of my infatuation had a small jewelry box with her, brazenly lying on top of the familiar silk scarf.
“Another gift Tony. Very expensive.”
She opened it to show me two sizable diamond pendants. Hanging below each by a small loop of gold was a tiny golden bell.
“We’ll now know where you are in the house. Like a cat.”
She had even brought pliers. Within a minute I was indeed belled like a cat as she attached a pendant to the eyelet on each ring. I chimed with the slightest of movements, bringing the most charming of smiles to the wondrous face of my dream girl.
“Mom has left to go to a barbeque,” Brandy explained as she picked up the scarf.
I laid beneath her both supine and blindfolded. Despite the intense pain caused by my arousal and the infibulating wire, I serviced her time and again for the entire afternoon. She was insatiable. I was in heaven.
Monday, September 13, 2010
Chapters Four & Five
The Anguished E
Tony’s Story
Chapter Four
Kept chaste at the age of rapidly developing sexuality, my pining for orgasm was strong but curiously was slowly transforming to a pining to be with or near Brandy. Dr. Stella had enrolled her in exercise and dance classes and her body was not only curvaceous but becoming athletic in a most alluring way.
By the time she turned 17, she had the voluptuous figure of a movie starlet but retained the angelic facial features of a child. Retained that is until she did a photo shoot and the clever beauticians transformed the teen into a ravishing demimondaine.
Meanwhile, according to Nurse Annika, I was turning into a man, at least below the waist. Many times I was measured during the inspection process and I noticed the length and girth of my erect organ were recorded.
“Six and one half inches,” Nurse Annika announced on one afternoon.
“And still growing. You’re going to be a big boy.”
Her voice reflected a degree of pride, like the owner of a show dog or prize bull. And indeed since toying with my organ was forbidden, actually painfully futile, psychologically it did seem to belong to someone other than myself.
Afternoons by the pool continued to involve extensive cunnilingus and I greatly suspected both Dr. Stella and the nurse knew of Brandy’s guile in receiving oral attention. I speculated that from Dr. Stella’s point of view it was a simple yet effective way of keeping the highly successful model gratified without the dangers of intercourse or risky interaction at teen social functions.
One could easily imagine the tabloids printing stories of the prestigious teenaged model being busted at a party of unsupervised adolescents..., exposed to alcohol and drugs..., rumors of engaging in debaucherous activities with low life classmates. Such a scenario could result in the loss of thousands of dollars of modeling engagements.
No. With my tongue working daily to satiate the hormone laden girl, Brandy was deemed a simple home body by those with whom she worked. Little did they understand her nature.
After demonstrating to Brandy the prostate massage, the devilish girl used her acquired knowledge to torment me and thus further spur the efforts of tongue and lips. She took to sitting over my scarf covered face backwards, facing my feet. This gave her access to my organs, with which she would toy..., at first.
Within weeks she acquired a supply of latex gloves and carefully hid them away with the rubber tube. One day as I was energetically servicing her, I felt her fingers work under my semen filled sac to find my tight rear passage. She began to emulate the weekly massage which Nurse Annika used to drain me of excess fluid, only my prepuce remained wired closed over my glans.
“Come on Tony, you can do better,” she admonished, delivering her message of control.
Her short fingers and the unusual angle made it difficult for her to reach that magical spot that Nurse Annika so often found. But the intrusion into my anus still produced arousal. Only with penis encased, it was pure torment.
I licked and sucked with renewed vigor not only complying with her demand but also attempting to divert attention from her penetration.
It was another long afternoon. Refreshments were late. The silk scarf was soaked with Brandy’s spendings.
Thereafter, anal penetration was added to her repertoire of torments. She was fascinated by the uncontrollable efforts of my penis to free itself from the infibulating wire. And the pain seemed to make me lick with more vigor.
Brandy was all I had for social life outside of school. There could be no normal dating or attending dances or other stuff. To what end or purpose would I socialize with another girl?
I had a bag tie tightly twisted about the tip of my penis. Nurse Annika not only was shaving my pubes area, she had taken to applying a noxious smelling cream to my entire body to remove all the hair below my neck. How does one explain such eccentricities to teenaged girls?
And the same physical attributes kept me out of sports. One can imagine the reaction in the shower room.
Something within told me to be with Brandy and stay close to Dr. Stella’s home and pool even though I was long past the age requiring constant supervision. Though never brought to climax, Nurse Annika’s massages brought a mild glow and servicing Brandy was oddly exciting. After all, I was closer to the teen idol than any one else. There developed a humble pride in that.
After my junior year in high school, Mom became ill. Very ill.
On many occasions she spent days in the hospital and not only did Dr. Stella offer to have me stay overnight, she insisted.
Mom was grateful. I was petrified.
Over the years I really had limited interaction with the doctor. I guess the day she casually pressed a searing hot needle through my prepuce could not be forgotten, particularly due to the tender age when it was done.
So I arrived with apprehension on the first evening of an long hospital stay for Mom. I carried an overnight case filled with clothes and in hindsight I am not sure why. The attitude of the Swedish nurse toward clothing had pervaded the atmosphere of the Robertson household, for males of course. And the first thing Dr. Stella did was find a large closet and lock the suit case away.
“We don’t have any secrets here, Tony. You should know that by now.”
It was another control factor, I’m sure. For later that evening when I stepped from the shower I found that the attire I arrived with was also gone.
When Dr. Stella offered to take responsibility for me, she did not want to provide any opportunities for me to run off to some party or other potential troublesome gathering.
No, just as with the afternoons by the pool, I would cavort about naked. And since school was out for the summer, Dr. Stella could think of few reasons for covering.
“We’re accustomed to seeing the exposed human form here, Tony. After all it’s a medical office.”
Yes, but why only mine?
My shaven testicles had grown enormous over the years. I blamed it on the huge amount of semen which, due to my forced chastity, was never given the opportunity to properly escape. And Nurse Annika’s latest measurement put my length at over eight inches. Thus my penis, forced to a near constant state of flaccidity, swung about heavily as I walked about Dr. Stella’s huge house. This seemed to amuse the doctor. I suppose in her mind it was pleasing to have a male organ under control, its potency very much mitigated, and its ability to stand limited to times and places deemed appropriate by the commanding female.
And pleasure? That was not to be had.
“I think you’re much more docile kept completely chaste, Tony. You’ve been such a wonderful companion for Brandy over the years. Such a nice boy.
“She’s doing very well in college and has yet to develop ‘boy’ trouble.”
I once again wondered if Dr. Stella had any inkling of the extensive oral service I was providing. Brandy had a magnificent feminine organ and her modeling career mandated that she be well trimmed, if not shaved on occasion for close up bathing shoots. Her fragrance was sweet. Her taste was of overly ripe fruit. Yet over the years I had never seen what I was so often forced to service. Gazing her naked form was forbidden.
During my stay, Dr. Stella sternly suggested that I help out about the house.
“Everyone pitches in here,” she forcefully proposed.
So in the mornings I made coffee and simple breakfasts while Brandy was permitted to sleep and the Doctor busied herself with paperwork. Since everyone seemed to have a different schedule, early coffee for Dr. Stella, juice and Danish for Nurse Annika when she arrived, and later juice and cereal for Brandy when she chose to arise, my service in the kitchen lasted for two hours.
Dr. Stella insisted that she and Nurse Annika be served in the office. So I found a tray and dainty apron to provide some covering while serving food. This attire brought smiles and comments from the two women..., the nurse noting that my testicles hung well below the hem of the apron..., Dr. Stella suggesting that chastity does wonders for the male temperament.
“You may have found your calling, Tony,” the Doctor exclaimed. “So servile...,”
Her observation made me blush for some strange reason.
On the morning of the third day, a stretched limousine pulled into the driveway while I served Brandy her juice and cereal.
“I’m not quite ready, Tony. Please serve coffee to my driver and I’ll be right back.”
She left for her bedroom and I panicked! I knew Brandy was due to model at an all day fashion show, but usually on work days she just strolled out to the waiting car and sped off. Now I was trapped in the kitchen, naked but for the tiny apron which was more symbolic than functional. My remaining male pride told me to scurry for the bathroom and retrieve a towel. But then I remembered even those simple items of covering had been removed, forcing me to dry myself each morning with a small washcloth.
Before determining a course of action, there was a symbolic tap on the side door leading to the driveway, and the driver pushed it open and stepped into the kitchen.
It was a uniformed girl who politely smiled and said hello.
“Here to pick up Brandy,” she cheerfully announced.
Then her eyes scanned downward to where the tip of my infibulated penis and two ripened plums hung below the bottom of the apron.
“You must be Tony. I’ll have coffee, Tony.”
Her smile changed as she sat. It became mischievous and the request was more of a command.
I dutifully stood to her side and filled her cup. Her right hand reached out and palmed my testicles with the thumb applying slight pressure, just as Nurse Annika did during her examinations.
“I’m Pat, Brandy’s driver. She’s told me about you.”
I felt the familiar twinge of arousal as I returned the coffee pot to the stove. Pat grabbed a Danish. She was a vivacious brunette in her mid twenties. Her beige blouse and skirt, obviously part of a uniform, did little to disguise a very athletic body. She had short hair which flopped about as she moved her head to follow me around the room.
“Cute butt, Tony. So they keep you shaved here?”
I felt my heart jump with the shame of having to expose myself to this unknown vixen.
I managed to nod in reply, very much cognizant of Dr. Stella’s requirement for courtesy.
“Makes you look wonderfully effeminate. And no tan lines, just like Brandy said. How long have you been tied off like that? Let me look.”
Again, I thought of the level of professional conduct which Dr. Stella insisted be afforded both patients and guests and the punishments for rudeness. I sheepishly approached. Soft but firm hands lifted the apron. Pat began a thorough inspection, fascinated by my state of forced chastity.
“Must be interesting to be under the control of women. Brandy said she used to enjoy watching this stand. Guess those days are over.”
She laughed in an irritating way then tugged on the metal disk which produced a sharp pain when the thin wire pressured the sensitive flesh of my foreskin. I winced.
“I’ll bet you’re a big boy, Tony..., not that it matters any more.”
She laughed some more. Gratefully Brandy returned to the kitchen with her bag. The humiliation ended as both women quickly moved to the car.
My heart raced. My deep tan hid my blushing reaction. But worst of all, my phallus tried to free itself and stand. I reached to the refrigerator and applied ice.
Serving naked and being inspected by the female gender aroused me!
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The Anguished E
Tony’s Story
Chapter Five
The clock indicated I could make one more pass through the office before patients arrived. I loaded onto the tray juice for Nurse Annika and coffee for the Doctor along with a selection of fruit which I had spent over an hour cutting and peeling. I rushed to the office, perhaps too quickly.
I spilled juice on Dr. Stella’s desk.
She ignored both me and the faux pas and simply called out for Annika who immediately joined us in her office.
“Tony’s very fidgety. Have we drained him recently?”
The Doctor referred to my prostate massage when the weekly collection of fluid was slowly forced from male glands. It was the closest I came to being granted ecstatic relief.
Nurse Annika looked at the spilled juice with exaggerated agitation.
“He is due, Doctor. But there’s no time today. We have a full calendar.”
“Brandy’s gone for the day. Plug him, but take the necessary precautions against masturbation.”
With the Doctor’s order, the nurse directed me to an examination room.
I knew the required position. Feet in the stirrups.
I was plugged as directed and the nurse attached a hose to the intruding implement and gruffly pumped the expandable cone of rubber with air. My manhood began to tumefy immediately and the pain quickly became intolerable.
“Calm down, I’ll get to it, she gently suggested. “On your feet.”
I obeyed, and for the first time in the years I had visited Dr. Stella’s home and office, fur lined wrist cuffs appeared from a bottom cabinet drawer.
“You can watch television or sit about the pool, but no swimming. We won’t have time for you until much later.”
The soft leather was buckled around my wrists then clipped together behind my back. When done I was dancing in agony, the pressured prostate gland signaling the soft pink glans to escape its entrapment. The thin wire mandating otherwise.
Finally, Nurse Annika cut the wire and watched with amusement as my 8 plus inches sprang forth like a rapidly growing weed.
“I think you’ve grown more, Tony.”
As usual I was sent running from the room with a slap to my hairless buttocks. I moved quickly to the seclusion of the pool area. There I looked down to see myself erect with the long neglected penis tip standing straight up towards the sky.
Prostatic fluid streamed down my shaft. I struggled to free my wrists to stroke myself. The cuffs held firmly.
I could do nothing but sit and look at my erection. But was it really mine? I had not stroked it in years, and even while urinating I was careful not to excite it. When and if it ever stood was not my decision, it was that of Dr. Stella and Nurse Annika.
I found a comfortable position lying on my side on a lounge chair. I could do nothing but patiently idle away the time, becoming even darker under the more direct rays of the summer sun.
I realized that the two women probably preferred that I walk about erect. The condition so nicely, symbolized their absolute power. The ultimate control of the virile male..., having him naked, bound and erect, languishing under the sun and preventing him doing anything more than watching his essence slowly ooze from him..., forever denied the climactic relief of fornicating the ‘fragile’ female.
Brandy’s status as the pure, idolized maiden was not a frivolous matter in Dr. Stella’s household. She would never be in the presence of a potent male with penis free to make mischief. That was not permitted. Thus, I concluded it was only Brandy’s absence that enabled Dr. Stella to order the unusual method for slowly emptying my glands.
After two hours Nurse Annika came to check on me. The flow of fluid had slowed somewhat. But in her hands was the small bulb and connecting tubing which she used to expand the plug.
“Stand and bend for me.”
The tube fitted into the exposed valve of the inflatable plug. With three brisk squeezes, the pressure on my prostate grew. Nurse Annika expertly massaged my perineum. The flow resumed.
“If you walk about you’ll find the plug will better caress your gland and empty it faster. Too bad we can’t let Brandy see that. She would be most entertained.”
The chortling nurse disappeared leaving me to my thoughts.
Even more then wanting to stroke myself, I realized I wanted to taste Brandy.
As long as the typical day seemed with Brandy tormenting me, it was even longer without her.
I finally slept and fantasized being led about by Brandy, naked, bound and plugged with a leash tied about my scrotum. In the dream Pat the driver took us to a party where an alluring Brandy introduced me to her beautiful colleagues in the fashion business.
“Wish I had one like that,” was the typical comment. And my infibulated penis received much attention, it’s strained efforts to break away from the painful wire bringing laughter.
When I awoke, I found that my penis had drooled all over the lounge chair. I had no way of cleaning it with hands secured. I just had to watch as the sun dried the fluid and turned it to a stain that reflected in the light.
It was late afternoon when I heard a car in the driveway. I knew it was Brandy returning. For sure enough, Nurse Annika quickly exited the kitchen door. In her hands were a new infibulation wire, metal disk and the device used to seal it closed.
With the customary painful swat to my penis tip, I rapidly detumefied, as Brandy stepped out wearing the briefest bikini I had seen to date. With her was Pat also scantily clad and revealing the sculpted form of a body builder. Nurse Annika finished entombing my glans as the girls approached.
“It’s safely tucked away, girls. Do remove the cuffs before allowing him to swim, Brandy.”
The nurse left. I once again felt like a fly in a spider’s web.
“So you keep him out here in the sun. Turns him a nice brown,” commented Pat.
“Yes, when I look at him I think of the Egyptian slaves from a Cleopatra movie. Think his Dad was from Arabia or somewhere like that,” Brandy incorrectly explained.
Pat arranged a chair, evidently planning to sun herself. Brandy gracefully dove into pool. As usual my eyes followed her every move. The bikini bottom was no more than a thong, leaving her buttocks completely exposed. The patch over her pudendum was close to the size of a postage stamp. When she exited the water, I am sure her outer labia partially flashed, her well shaven pubes making it difficult to determine the separation between normal epidermis and that which I so fervently serviced with my tongue.
This was as close to complete nakedness as I had ever seen the magnificent Brandy. As she practiced dives and Pat soaked up the sun, the girls talked. I learned the bathing suit was something she was given after she modeled it. Over the years Dr. Stella purchased much more conservative bathing attire only allowing more risque designs in Brandy’s late teens. Therefore Brandy’s acquisition of the revealing attire was fortuitous.
Pat’s bathing suit was also abbreviated, plainly exposing a muscling rarely seen on a woman. Still she was most attractive and as I glanced from girl to girl I became aroused. This of course meant that the sensitive pink tip which Nurse Annika had just tucked away began to pressure the wire which was most tightly twisted about my prepuce.
I began to fidget. My cuffed wrists made it difficult to stand but I managed and Pat noticed some degree of turgidness.
“Want some cold water, Tony?” she tauntingly inquired.
“He usually calms himself eventually, Pat. The pain slowly increases and overrides the level of arousal. Guess he likes my bathing suit.”
How true.
“I’ll get something that will help. Just can’t let Mom see it.”
Brandy walked to the pump area where an unnoticed box contained her implements of recreation..., the silk scarf, rubber tubing and latex gloves. A curious Pat followed her and I could hear voices and laughter.
Brandy returned with the scarf. But Pat held the tubing and the gloves with the same mischievous smile she wore when she inspected my penis over morning coffee.
The girls giggled as Brandy wrapped the scarf over my eyes. It still smelled of her essence, having soaked up the efforts of my tongue and lips during dozens of leisurely afternoons by the pool. I am sure that the devilish Pat recognized the scent also.
Standing blindfolded with cuffs still restraining my wrists, I next felt fingers working about my scrotum. Their firmness told me it was Pat. After encircling the sac with the tubing she tightened with a force I had not before felt. I winced and after an amazingly strong tug winced again.
“A naked boy on a leash. I think I’m getting wet,” Pat proclaimed.
Meanwhile I followed the tugs. Brandy had never cinched the tubing as did Pat. I received the message. This was a young woman with whom I was not to trifle.
She walked me. For some reason I could not keep my penis from attempting to erect. Her controlling hand aroused me and when she shook the leash and laughed, my penis tried even harder to stand for her.
I felt my pulse increase and my heart pound. I so much wanted to look at Brandy and if not looking then lying beneath her and feeling with my tongue and lips the oscillations of female orgasm. Instead the amused driver with arms and hands of steel humiliated me before the girl with whom I was so besotted.
In a way I was glad to be blindfolded. Tears formed and were readily soaked up by the silk. I was having an hysterical reaction. I believe my hormone levels were incredibly askew.
Tony’s Story
Chapter Four
Kept chaste at the age of rapidly developing sexuality, my pining for orgasm was strong but curiously was slowly transforming to a pining to be with or near Brandy. Dr. Stella had enrolled her in exercise and dance classes and her body was not only curvaceous but becoming athletic in a most alluring way.
By the time she turned 17, she had the voluptuous figure of a movie starlet but retained the angelic facial features of a child. Retained that is until she did a photo shoot and the clever beauticians transformed the teen into a ravishing demimondaine.
Meanwhile, according to Nurse Annika, I was turning into a man, at least below the waist. Many times I was measured during the inspection process and I noticed the length and girth of my erect organ were recorded.
“Six and one half inches,” Nurse Annika announced on one afternoon.
“And still growing. You’re going to be a big boy.”
Her voice reflected a degree of pride, like the owner of a show dog or prize bull. And indeed since toying with my organ was forbidden, actually painfully futile, psychologically it did seem to belong to someone other than myself.
Afternoons by the pool continued to involve extensive cunnilingus and I greatly suspected both Dr. Stella and the nurse knew of Brandy’s guile in receiving oral attention. I speculated that from Dr. Stella’s point of view it was a simple yet effective way of keeping the highly successful model gratified without the dangers of intercourse or risky interaction at teen social functions.
One could easily imagine the tabloids printing stories of the prestigious teenaged model being busted at a party of unsupervised adolescents..., exposed to alcohol and drugs..., rumors of engaging in debaucherous activities with low life classmates. Such a scenario could result in the loss of thousands of dollars of modeling engagements.
No. With my tongue working daily to satiate the hormone laden girl, Brandy was deemed a simple home body by those with whom she worked. Little did they understand her nature.
After demonstrating to Brandy the prostate massage, the devilish girl used her acquired knowledge to torment me and thus further spur the efforts of tongue and lips. She took to sitting over my scarf covered face backwards, facing my feet. This gave her access to my organs, with which she would toy..., at first.
Within weeks she acquired a supply of latex gloves and carefully hid them away with the rubber tube. One day as I was energetically servicing her, I felt her fingers work under my semen filled sac to find my tight rear passage. She began to emulate the weekly massage which Nurse Annika used to drain me of excess fluid, only my prepuce remained wired closed over my glans.
“Come on Tony, you can do better,” she admonished, delivering her message of control.
Her short fingers and the unusual angle made it difficult for her to reach that magical spot that Nurse Annika so often found. But the intrusion into my anus still produced arousal. Only with penis encased, it was pure torment.
I licked and sucked with renewed vigor not only complying with her demand but also attempting to divert attention from her penetration.
It was another long afternoon. Refreshments were late. The silk scarf was soaked with Brandy’s spendings.
Thereafter, anal penetration was added to her repertoire of torments. She was fascinated by the uncontrollable efforts of my penis to free itself from the infibulating wire. And the pain seemed to make me lick with more vigor.
Brandy was all I had for social life outside of school. There could be no normal dating or attending dances or other stuff. To what end or purpose would I socialize with another girl?
I had a bag tie tightly twisted about the tip of my penis. Nurse Annika not only was shaving my pubes area, she had taken to applying a noxious smelling cream to my entire body to remove all the hair below my neck. How does one explain such eccentricities to teenaged girls?
And the same physical attributes kept me out of sports. One can imagine the reaction in the shower room.
Something within told me to be with Brandy and stay close to Dr. Stella’s home and pool even though I was long past the age requiring constant supervision. Though never brought to climax, Nurse Annika’s massages brought a mild glow and servicing Brandy was oddly exciting. After all, I was closer to the teen idol than any one else. There developed a humble pride in that.
After my junior year in high school, Mom became ill. Very ill.
On many occasions she spent days in the hospital and not only did Dr. Stella offer to have me stay overnight, she insisted.
Mom was grateful. I was petrified.
Over the years I really had limited interaction with the doctor. I guess the day she casually pressed a searing hot needle through my prepuce could not be forgotten, particularly due to the tender age when it was done.
So I arrived with apprehension on the first evening of an long hospital stay for Mom. I carried an overnight case filled with clothes and in hindsight I am not sure why. The attitude of the Swedish nurse toward clothing had pervaded the atmosphere of the Robertson household, for males of course. And the first thing Dr. Stella did was find a large closet and lock the suit case away.
“We don’t have any secrets here, Tony. You should know that by now.”
It was another control factor, I’m sure. For later that evening when I stepped from the shower I found that the attire I arrived with was also gone.
When Dr. Stella offered to take responsibility for me, she did not want to provide any opportunities for me to run off to some party or other potential troublesome gathering.
No, just as with the afternoons by the pool, I would cavort about naked. And since school was out for the summer, Dr. Stella could think of few reasons for covering.
“We’re accustomed to seeing the exposed human form here, Tony. After all it’s a medical office.”
Yes, but why only mine?
My shaven testicles had grown enormous over the years. I blamed it on the huge amount of semen which, due to my forced chastity, was never given the opportunity to properly escape. And Nurse Annika’s latest measurement put my length at over eight inches. Thus my penis, forced to a near constant state of flaccidity, swung about heavily as I walked about Dr. Stella’s huge house. This seemed to amuse the doctor. I suppose in her mind it was pleasing to have a male organ under control, its potency very much mitigated, and its ability to stand limited to times and places deemed appropriate by the commanding female.
And pleasure? That was not to be had.
“I think you’re much more docile kept completely chaste, Tony. You’ve been such a wonderful companion for Brandy over the years. Such a nice boy.
“She’s doing very well in college and has yet to develop ‘boy’ trouble.”
I once again wondered if Dr. Stella had any inkling of the extensive oral service I was providing. Brandy had a magnificent feminine organ and her modeling career mandated that she be well trimmed, if not shaved on occasion for close up bathing shoots. Her fragrance was sweet. Her taste was of overly ripe fruit. Yet over the years I had never seen what I was so often forced to service. Gazing her naked form was forbidden.
During my stay, Dr. Stella sternly suggested that I help out about the house.
“Everyone pitches in here,” she forcefully proposed.
So in the mornings I made coffee and simple breakfasts while Brandy was permitted to sleep and the Doctor busied herself with paperwork. Since everyone seemed to have a different schedule, early coffee for Dr. Stella, juice and Danish for Nurse Annika when she arrived, and later juice and cereal for Brandy when she chose to arise, my service in the kitchen lasted for two hours.
Dr. Stella insisted that she and Nurse Annika be served in the office. So I found a tray and dainty apron to provide some covering while serving food. This attire brought smiles and comments from the two women..., the nurse noting that my testicles hung well below the hem of the apron..., Dr. Stella suggesting that chastity does wonders for the male temperament.
“You may have found your calling, Tony,” the Doctor exclaimed. “So servile...,”
Her observation made me blush for some strange reason.
On the morning of the third day, a stretched limousine pulled into the driveway while I served Brandy her juice and cereal.
“I’m not quite ready, Tony. Please serve coffee to my driver and I’ll be right back.”
She left for her bedroom and I panicked! I knew Brandy was due to model at an all day fashion show, but usually on work days she just strolled out to the waiting car and sped off. Now I was trapped in the kitchen, naked but for the tiny apron which was more symbolic than functional. My remaining male pride told me to scurry for the bathroom and retrieve a towel. But then I remembered even those simple items of covering had been removed, forcing me to dry myself each morning with a small washcloth.
Before determining a course of action, there was a symbolic tap on the side door leading to the driveway, and the driver pushed it open and stepped into the kitchen.
It was a uniformed girl who politely smiled and said hello.
“Here to pick up Brandy,” she cheerfully announced.
Then her eyes scanned downward to where the tip of my infibulated penis and two ripened plums hung below the bottom of the apron.
“You must be Tony. I’ll have coffee, Tony.”
Her smile changed as she sat. It became mischievous and the request was more of a command.
I dutifully stood to her side and filled her cup. Her right hand reached out and palmed my testicles with the thumb applying slight pressure, just as Nurse Annika did during her examinations.
“I’m Pat, Brandy’s driver. She’s told me about you.”
I felt the familiar twinge of arousal as I returned the coffee pot to the stove. Pat grabbed a Danish. She was a vivacious brunette in her mid twenties. Her beige blouse and skirt, obviously part of a uniform, did little to disguise a very athletic body. She had short hair which flopped about as she moved her head to follow me around the room.
“Cute butt, Tony. So they keep you shaved here?”
I felt my heart jump with the shame of having to expose myself to this unknown vixen.
I managed to nod in reply, very much cognizant of Dr. Stella’s requirement for courtesy.
“Makes you look wonderfully effeminate. And no tan lines, just like Brandy said. How long have you been tied off like that? Let me look.”
Again, I thought of the level of professional conduct which Dr. Stella insisted be afforded both patients and guests and the punishments for rudeness. I sheepishly approached. Soft but firm hands lifted the apron. Pat began a thorough inspection, fascinated by my state of forced chastity.
“Must be interesting to be under the control of women. Brandy said she used to enjoy watching this stand. Guess those days are over.”
She laughed in an irritating way then tugged on the metal disk which produced a sharp pain when the thin wire pressured the sensitive flesh of my foreskin. I winced.
“I’ll bet you’re a big boy, Tony..., not that it matters any more.”
She laughed some more. Gratefully Brandy returned to the kitchen with her bag. The humiliation ended as both women quickly moved to the car.
My heart raced. My deep tan hid my blushing reaction. But worst of all, my phallus tried to free itself and stand. I reached to the refrigerator and applied ice.
Serving naked and being inspected by the female gender aroused me!
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The Anguished E
Tony’s Story
Chapter Five
The clock indicated I could make one more pass through the office before patients arrived. I loaded onto the tray juice for Nurse Annika and coffee for the Doctor along with a selection of fruit which I had spent over an hour cutting and peeling. I rushed to the office, perhaps too quickly.
I spilled juice on Dr. Stella’s desk.
She ignored both me and the faux pas and simply called out for Annika who immediately joined us in her office.
“Tony’s very fidgety. Have we drained him recently?”
The Doctor referred to my prostate massage when the weekly collection of fluid was slowly forced from male glands. It was the closest I came to being granted ecstatic relief.
Nurse Annika looked at the spilled juice with exaggerated agitation.
“He is due, Doctor. But there’s no time today. We have a full calendar.”
“Brandy’s gone for the day. Plug him, but take the necessary precautions against masturbation.”
With the Doctor’s order, the nurse directed me to an examination room.
I knew the required position. Feet in the stirrups.
I was plugged as directed and the nurse attached a hose to the intruding implement and gruffly pumped the expandable cone of rubber with air. My manhood began to tumefy immediately and the pain quickly became intolerable.
“Calm down, I’ll get to it, she gently suggested. “On your feet.”
I obeyed, and for the first time in the years I had visited Dr. Stella’s home and office, fur lined wrist cuffs appeared from a bottom cabinet drawer.
“You can watch television or sit about the pool, but no swimming. We won’t have time for you until much later.”
The soft leather was buckled around my wrists then clipped together behind my back. When done I was dancing in agony, the pressured prostate gland signaling the soft pink glans to escape its entrapment. The thin wire mandating otherwise.
Finally, Nurse Annika cut the wire and watched with amusement as my 8 plus inches sprang forth like a rapidly growing weed.
“I think you’ve grown more, Tony.”
As usual I was sent running from the room with a slap to my hairless buttocks. I moved quickly to the seclusion of the pool area. There I looked down to see myself erect with the long neglected penis tip standing straight up towards the sky.
Prostatic fluid streamed down my shaft. I struggled to free my wrists to stroke myself. The cuffs held firmly.
I could do nothing but sit and look at my erection. But was it really mine? I had not stroked it in years, and even while urinating I was careful not to excite it. When and if it ever stood was not my decision, it was that of Dr. Stella and Nurse Annika.
I found a comfortable position lying on my side on a lounge chair. I could do nothing but patiently idle away the time, becoming even darker under the more direct rays of the summer sun.
I realized that the two women probably preferred that I walk about erect. The condition so nicely, symbolized their absolute power. The ultimate control of the virile male..., having him naked, bound and erect, languishing under the sun and preventing him doing anything more than watching his essence slowly ooze from him..., forever denied the climactic relief of fornicating the ‘fragile’ female.
Brandy’s status as the pure, idolized maiden was not a frivolous matter in Dr. Stella’s household. She would never be in the presence of a potent male with penis free to make mischief. That was not permitted. Thus, I concluded it was only Brandy’s absence that enabled Dr. Stella to order the unusual method for slowly emptying my glands.
After two hours Nurse Annika came to check on me. The flow of fluid had slowed somewhat. But in her hands was the small bulb and connecting tubing which she used to expand the plug.
“Stand and bend for me.”
The tube fitted into the exposed valve of the inflatable plug. With three brisk squeezes, the pressure on my prostate grew. Nurse Annika expertly massaged my perineum. The flow resumed.
“If you walk about you’ll find the plug will better caress your gland and empty it faster. Too bad we can’t let Brandy see that. She would be most entertained.”
The chortling nurse disappeared leaving me to my thoughts.
Even more then wanting to stroke myself, I realized I wanted to taste Brandy.
As long as the typical day seemed with Brandy tormenting me, it was even longer without her.
I finally slept and fantasized being led about by Brandy, naked, bound and plugged with a leash tied about my scrotum. In the dream Pat the driver took us to a party where an alluring Brandy introduced me to her beautiful colleagues in the fashion business.
“Wish I had one like that,” was the typical comment. And my infibulated penis received much attention, it’s strained efforts to break away from the painful wire bringing laughter.
When I awoke, I found that my penis had drooled all over the lounge chair. I had no way of cleaning it with hands secured. I just had to watch as the sun dried the fluid and turned it to a stain that reflected in the light.
It was late afternoon when I heard a car in the driveway. I knew it was Brandy returning. For sure enough, Nurse Annika quickly exited the kitchen door. In her hands were a new infibulation wire, metal disk and the device used to seal it closed.
With the customary painful swat to my penis tip, I rapidly detumefied, as Brandy stepped out wearing the briefest bikini I had seen to date. With her was Pat also scantily clad and revealing the sculpted form of a body builder. Nurse Annika finished entombing my glans as the girls approached.
“It’s safely tucked away, girls. Do remove the cuffs before allowing him to swim, Brandy.”
The nurse left. I once again felt like a fly in a spider’s web.
“So you keep him out here in the sun. Turns him a nice brown,” commented Pat.
“Yes, when I look at him I think of the Egyptian slaves from a Cleopatra movie. Think his Dad was from Arabia or somewhere like that,” Brandy incorrectly explained.
Pat arranged a chair, evidently planning to sun herself. Brandy gracefully dove into pool. As usual my eyes followed her every move. The bikini bottom was no more than a thong, leaving her buttocks completely exposed. The patch over her pudendum was close to the size of a postage stamp. When she exited the water, I am sure her outer labia partially flashed, her well shaven pubes making it difficult to determine the separation between normal epidermis and that which I so fervently serviced with my tongue.
This was as close to complete nakedness as I had ever seen the magnificent Brandy. As she practiced dives and Pat soaked up the sun, the girls talked. I learned the bathing suit was something she was given after she modeled it. Over the years Dr. Stella purchased much more conservative bathing attire only allowing more risque designs in Brandy’s late teens. Therefore Brandy’s acquisition of the revealing attire was fortuitous.
Pat’s bathing suit was also abbreviated, plainly exposing a muscling rarely seen on a woman. Still she was most attractive and as I glanced from girl to girl I became aroused. This of course meant that the sensitive pink tip which Nurse Annika had just tucked away began to pressure the wire which was most tightly twisted about my prepuce.
I began to fidget. My cuffed wrists made it difficult to stand but I managed and Pat noticed some degree of turgidness.
“Want some cold water, Tony?” she tauntingly inquired.
“He usually calms himself eventually, Pat. The pain slowly increases and overrides the level of arousal. Guess he likes my bathing suit.”
How true.
“I’ll get something that will help. Just can’t let Mom see it.”
Brandy walked to the pump area where an unnoticed box contained her implements of recreation..., the silk scarf, rubber tubing and latex gloves. A curious Pat followed her and I could hear voices and laughter.
Brandy returned with the scarf. But Pat held the tubing and the gloves with the same mischievous smile she wore when she inspected my penis over morning coffee.
The girls giggled as Brandy wrapped the scarf over my eyes. It still smelled of her essence, having soaked up the efforts of my tongue and lips during dozens of leisurely afternoons by the pool. I am sure that the devilish Pat recognized the scent also.
Standing blindfolded with cuffs still restraining my wrists, I next felt fingers working about my scrotum. Their firmness told me it was Pat. After encircling the sac with the tubing she tightened with a force I had not before felt. I winced and after an amazingly strong tug winced again.
“A naked boy on a leash. I think I’m getting wet,” Pat proclaimed.
Meanwhile I followed the tugs. Brandy had never cinched the tubing as did Pat. I received the message. This was a young woman with whom I was not to trifle.
She walked me. For some reason I could not keep my penis from attempting to erect. Her controlling hand aroused me and when she shook the leash and laughed, my penis tried even harder to stand for her.
I felt my pulse increase and my heart pound. I so much wanted to look at Brandy and if not looking then lying beneath her and feeling with my tongue and lips the oscillations of female orgasm. Instead the amused driver with arms and hands of steel humiliated me before the girl with whom I was so besotted.
In a way I was glad to be blindfolded. Tears formed and were readily soaked up by the silk. I was having an hysterical reaction. I believe my hormone levels were incredibly askew.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
More Anguished E, Chapters Two & Three
More 'Anguished E'. Am I entertaining? This is it until some feedback comes.
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Part One
Tony’s Story
Chapter Two
Nurse Annika’s method of punishment by way of humiliation seemed to open doors for Brandy. Not only did she prove to herself and to me that she was in control, my strolling about plugged and with wrists secured spurred her imagination and made her quite brazen.
If Nurse Annika could so easily have me running about plugged and erect, what would limit this young ‘Princess’, not only becoming prettier each day but also becoming bolder and bolder with the development of a modeling career that made her the envy of her schoolmates.
She sneaked tubing from her mother’s medical supply similar to that used by Nurse Annika. But Brandy not only wanted my hands immobilized, she delighted in encircling my scrotum, beginning to burgeon under the weight of my growing gonads, with a long section of tubing and using it as leash.
Between the normal visits from the nurse for refreshments, I many times found myself in the deep section of the pool, hands restrained with the only thing saving me from drowning being the tubing knotted about my scrotum and a mischievous Brandy holding my head above water utilizing the free end while idly sitting on the diving board.
She had me kicking my legs endlessly. Yet I still slipped below the surface where I would await the uncomfortable but life saving tugs on the tube to bring my head back above the surface. There I would look into the angelic face of my tormentress.
“Saved you again, Tony,” she would exuberantly declare.
And I am ashamed to say I relished the feel of her hands on the leash, connected to organs where I could now sense the exchange of sexual power from this awkward swarthy pubescent 12 year old to the child beauty queen.
At age fifteen, Brandy was appearing on the covers of fashion magazines. When working, she appeared to be a gorgeous adult in full make up. Around the pool in a bathing suit, skimpier in design with each year, she was the vision of male masturbatory fantasies.
Yes, sometime in my twelfth year, I begin to stroke myself in the seclusion of my bedroom. I pictured Brandy as I rapidly worked my hand. And the fluid that Nurse Annika so deftly caused me to secrete not only turned cloudy but spurted out in thick gobs.
Hair began to grow in places where my skin was formerly completely exposed and Nurse Annika took delight in pointing that out each afternoon when she helped me out of my clothes.
Then one afternoon instead of sending me off to the pool with the firm slap to my buttocks which had me dashing through the house before any patients could see my nakedness, I was commanded once again onto the examination table.
I obediently placed my feet in the stirrups, bringing a knowing smile from the nurse as she donned gloves. My submission gave her comfort.
For the first time I felt my testicles dangle. I blamed it on Brandy’s constant toying, not knowing that my plums were ripening on their own and now hung quite freely with the onset of puberty.
“I had a talk with your Mom, Tony. You haven’t been playing with this have you?”
Nurse Annika was skinning back my flaccid penis as she questioned me. Not having a man in the house, and having received no instructions from Mom concerning the hygienics required of an uncircumcised penis, there was a goodly build up of smegma beneath the sheath. It slid back easily and knowing fingers pinched the prepuce to deter erection.
“Goodness, Tony. We must keep this cleaner. Young males produce an abundance of smegma and it should be kept under control.”
My penis was trying to tumefy and the amazingly experienced fingers of the handsome nurse knew exactly how to stop the normal reaction of a naked 12 year old male being handled in such a sensitive area. She trapped the prepuce with the fingers of her left hand as she swabbed with her right.
“We’ll tend to this for your Mom.”
She cleaned me. I was embarrassed, and to this day still am, to think that I learned proper male hygiene from an assertive female.
She released my penis to let it harden while she carefully checked my testicles, scrupulously kneading each egg and I suppose feeling for cysts and other irregularities. Then she took the time to shave what little hair had grown.
“We want you nice and presentable now, don’t we?”
By the time she was through my manhood was standing in salute. I did not know what to say or do. She was in control and I did not wish for another inflatable plug to add to my embarrassment.
Alas I was happy to find I was given quarter. She released me with my proud penis standing and swatted my left cheek to send me off to the pool. With the delay I knew there were patients milling about and the dash to the pool to join Brandy was faster then ever. By the time I arrived I noticed that my stiffness had not subsided at all. Running through the house with a larger than ever erection and the possibility of being observed seemed to keep it standing.
Brandy awaited with the tubing and a smile.
“Here, Tony. Hands behind your back.”
The tubing provided an incredibly effective bond. Though one half inch in diameter, it stretched like a large rubber band. Thus when tying it in the simplest of knots it contracted against itself and formed an ineluctable seal around my wrists.
On this day Brandy added to her assortment of torments. She brought to the pool a decorative silk scarf and despite the brightness of the cloudless day, I was soon immersed in darkness as she wrapped the silk around my head to cover my eyes. Then the second longer section of tubing was wound about my scrotum and, for the first time, my penis. The elasticity seemed to inhibit me from becoming flaccid. At least it felt that way and within minutes the deviant Brandy was leading me about the pool area erect and blindfolded.
“Mom’s got a long procedure planned this afternoon, Tony. I doubt if Annika will be checking on us soon.”
I was oddly both excited and concerned. As written, the occasional visits from the authoritative nurse were the only respite I received during long afternoons of Brandy’s play. And here I was bound and blinded and being led about by my precious organs.
It was difficult to determine to what section of the pool area she led me. I later found it was a far off corner which was for the most part not visible from the kitchen area where Nurse Annika emerged with snacks. Whatever Brandy was planning she was buying time, taking me where she could see or hear the Nurse before we in turn were spotted.
“Lie down.”
I complied. She had taken the time to move a lounge chair, normally prominently positioned to afford the user the maximum exposure to the sun.
I was on my back and she released my wrists then quickly resecured them under the chair. She adjusted the back and I lied supine. The leash leading to my testicles and penis was tied off somewhere below my feet.
This was the afternoon when I learned that girls have hormones too. I heard the slight rustle of clothing then felt Brandy’s weight on my chest! And my nose detected a familiar fragrance of which I had only caught brief wafts in the past. I would learn over time, it was the musky but most pleasing scent of an aroused female.
Brandy had removed her bikini!
“If you say anything to Mom or Nurse Annika, there will be a very heavy price to pay, Tony.”
With her warning she tugged on my penis leash. I winced and nodded, fully understanding that the impunity of the child Princess and her image of purity were not to be trifled.
She wiped her finger across my upper lip. The scent was incredibly strong. She had gathered up the evidence of her arousal and shared it. Then I received a second helping. This time a very wet thumb and forefinger was inserted into my nostrils, thoroughly coating my olfactory senses. She smelled divine.
“Want to taste?” she teased.
Yes. I did indeed.
She slid down my chest. I felt the warmth of her thighs on my cheeks then an odoriferous wetness about my lips.
“Be a good boy and lick.”
I did and in return felt her finger tips ever so briefly brush the exposed tip of my penis.
I licked again and felt the fingers again.
I was taught rudimentary cunnilingus that afternoon with her fingers rewarding me like a trained animal. She did not allow me to climax. But I felt an inner glow being of service to this future beauty pageant queen. Her spendings were frequent and her juices flowed with abundance. I only wish I could have observed her nakedness as she did mine.
As usual her timing was superb. Having had several apparent orgasms she arose to don her bathing attire just as the sounds of the kitchen door announced Nurse Annika’s delayed offering of refreshments.
Brandy tore off the scarf, saturated with her arousal and ripped the tubing from my wrists. She hurried to greet the nurse as I pulled the leash from my manhood, engorged and the color of purple from the limited circulation.
Brandy tried to divert the nurse’s attention but my penis could not shrink fast enough. The semi erect and discolored organ hinted that I was engaging in sordid activity of some type. And the child queen could not possibly be suspected of misbehavior. Therefore in the mind of the Nurse there was only one possible answer to her unasked question.
“Oh, Tony. You’re not learning are you.”
Brandy knew to immediately retreat from any position aiding my defense.
“It is rather annoying, Annika. He constantly wants to show it to me as it gets big and hard.”
Little did I realize that with Brandy’s comment and my Mother’s recent phone call expressing concern about stained and crusted sheets, my fate was sealed.
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Tony’s Story
Chapter Three
“Did Mrs. Fatiqua sign the papers?”
“With glee,” replied Nurse Annika.
Dr. Stella was inspecting my penis and testicles just as Nurse Annika so frequently did. Her pretty 35 year old face was covered by a surgical mask. I slowly erected and the good doctor took the time to measure my penis.
“Good...., Tony, we can no longer let the fox run loose in the chicken coop. Brandy’s quite fond of you as you know and from reports I received of your behavior, it is evident that the feeling is mutual.
“But you’re both of the age when trouble is easily encountered and temptation difficult to avoid.”
The kind Doctor was swabbing the tip of my penis as she spoke.
“You’re becoming a virile man, dear boy. Much faster than we expected.
“And you know how much Brandy enjoys modeling. Can’t have her working the runway with a rounded belly, can we?”
Nurse Annika lit an alcohol lamp on the counter to my left. The low flame did a slow dance which drew my attention from Doctor Stella’s lecture.
“So your Mom and I agree that in order for you to continue spending time here with Brandy, certain modifications are required.
“We’re going to allow some pain so you’ll remember the lesson and hopefully work to also modify your behavior.”
The doctor slapped down my stiff manhood. Then quick but skilled hands grasped my penis and inserted a tube. I was catheterized with a rapidity which amazed and as the tube slid past my prostate I jumped within the firm straps binding me to the table.
“This is termed an infibulation, Tony. It’s not permanent but if necessary it can be. I’m going to pierce the underside of your prepuce so we can thread a thin wire through the tip. Then we’re going to seal the ends of the wire with a dated clasp. Going forward you’ll find the meatus of your penis entrapped since the prepuce cannot withdraw. And I heartily suggest that you not cut and remove the wire. That will be Nurse Annika’s responsibility.”
The doctor gathered up the loose flesh of my prepuce and pulled it down the catheterization tube, evidently judging where to best pierce. I screamed in horror as a heated needle was casually pushed through the underside of my prepuce as described. Both women smiled as if I was receiving some well deserved comeuppance.
“The heat instantly cauterizes, Tony. See. No bleeding.”
I did look down to see the thin strand of surgical stainless steel horribly thrust through my precious organ.
The needle was allowed to cool somewhat then twisted and slowly withdrawn. As described a thin wire was pushed through the new openings on the underside of the head. Nurse Annika had the pleasure of tightly twisting the two ends together. It felt as if someone was constantly pinching the head of my penis between thumb and forefinger.
“This will remain here under lock and key. A little device that seals a dated metal disk over the wires. Only Nurse Annika will have access to it. We’ll decide when to release the infibulating wire and tend to your needs. Don’t think about doing it yourself, Tony”
I felt a chill with the Doctor’s ominous tone of voice. She had most insouciantly skewered my most sensitive male anatomy. I could only guess the penalty for removing the wire.
I was released. Despite the trauma Nurse Annika gave me the same slap to my naked backside to send me to Brandy and the pool.
“Cookies later,” she graciously announced.
Well dear reader, you can imagine Brandy’s reaction to my modification. It appeared that a bag tie was twisted about the tip of her favorite plaything and the little disk hanging below felt irritatingly heavy at first. But I was surprised to learn that she was not at all disappointed. Based on the extensive oral service I provided days earlier, the level of licentious activity during afternoons by the pool was to rise to another level.
“Well, it looks like a pencil again, Tony. Only its bigger than a few years ago.”
How true. Doctor Stella had pulled the prepuce well over the meatus of my penis tip before piercing the foreskin. Thus when the wire was threaded through only the smallest opening remained for urination.
“Looks like I only need one length of tubing now.”
Brandy led me to the lounge chair secured my wrists beneath and blindfolded me. She knew time was limited before Nurse Annika appeared with the promised cookies. She was eager to feel my tongue.
Over time I had to learn to concentrate on other things while lying with my face firmly encased by Brandy’s thighs. If I began to tumefy the pain became intense, the wire refusing to allow the prepuce to draw back and free my proud manhood for Brandy’s viewing pleasure.
We were both disappointed, but my tongue learned quickly and Brandy’s feminine passage was like a river when I wrapped my lips around her tender bud and gently sucked with the enthusiasm of a well trained servant.
I only wished I could see what I so assiduously serviced.
Over the following days my hormone levels exploded. Denied masturbatory relief, I awoke several times each night as dreams of Brandy caused my manhood to attempt tumescence only to painfully encounter the thin wire.
About every third day, Nurse Annika strapped me to the examination table, inspected the date on the disk and then removed it. I instantly erected for her which brought knowing matronly smiles, a quick cleansing and then a crisp slap to the penis tip which caused equally instantaneous flaccidity. I was shaven and then the wire was replaced with a new dated disk.
“Maybe at the end of the month, Tony. I’ll give you a nice massage if you’re a good boy.”
I obediently nodded, promising myself to be good. I desperately needed relief.
Weeks later the end of the month arrived. I scrambled to Dr. Stella’s house after school and ran into the examination room. Nurse Annika entered as I was removing my clothing. For the first time Brandy was with her.
“We’re going to teach Brandy some things about boys today, Tony. You know where I want you.”
Whatever it was that the precocious Brandy did not already know I could not imagine. Still, I jumped unto the table and placed my feet in the stirrups.
A fully clothed Brandy watched closely as Nurse Annika removed the entrapping wire and inspected the disk. Next she gave me the humiliating examination and cleansing, explaining the purpose of the gooey smegma which built up even quicker with my infibulation.
“It’s really an important substance for copulation and masturbation, both activities denied to young Tony. So every three days or so I remove it.
“The other important aspect of care for the chaste male is to massage the prostate. Like every muscle or organ in the body it must be used and exercised otherwise it atrophies.”
She was gathering a dollop of lubrication on gloved fingers as she spoke. I was not to receive the type of massage I was expecting.
“Try to relax Tony.”
With that two gloved fingers penetrated my rectum. I squirmed with discomfort but felt that twinge which signaled arousal. Nurse Annika gently massaged my scrotum as the penetrating fingers wriggled about seeming to search deep within my passage. My penis became larger and firmer and when it twitched without touch, Nurse Annika finally announced her goal.
“The prostate, Brandy. An interesting male gland so essential to his reproduction system and the process of erection. Notice the reaction. Have you ever seen him so big and stiff?”
Brandy nodded and watched in fascination as my urethra began to give up a steady stream of fluid. The knowledgeable nurse was forcing it from me and as her fingers kneaded the walls of my passage I felt a strong need to stroke myself.
It was not permitted.
The massage lasted several minutes and Brandy proved to be a cute ‘helper’ as the handsome nurse suggested she swab away the building viscous liquid streaming down my shaft. When finished Brandy giggled with the sharp slap to the very tip of my purple manhood which Nurse Annika used to achieve rapid detumescence.
The wire and a new disk were attached and I was sent to the pool with an excess of slippery lubricant between my buttocks. I was flushed with embarrassment being forced to lie strapped down and be the object of an anatomy lesson for Brandy. But deep within I also felt a strange satisfaction, knowing that I entertained the young beauty and was the focus of her attention, however deviant.
When Brandy later joined me, she was very eager to have me blindfolded and on my back. That afternoon I licked and licked feeling her thighs squeeze my head dozens of times.
My examination and massage had aroused her.
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Part One
Tony’s Story
Chapter Two
Nurse Annika’s method of punishment by way of humiliation seemed to open doors for Brandy. Not only did she prove to herself and to me that she was in control, my strolling about plugged and with wrists secured spurred her imagination and made her quite brazen.
If Nurse Annika could so easily have me running about plugged and erect, what would limit this young ‘Princess’, not only becoming prettier each day but also becoming bolder and bolder with the development of a modeling career that made her the envy of her schoolmates.
She sneaked tubing from her mother’s medical supply similar to that used by Nurse Annika. But Brandy not only wanted my hands immobilized, she delighted in encircling my scrotum, beginning to burgeon under the weight of my growing gonads, with a long section of tubing and using it as leash.
Between the normal visits from the nurse for refreshments, I many times found myself in the deep section of the pool, hands restrained with the only thing saving me from drowning being the tubing knotted about my scrotum and a mischievous Brandy holding my head above water utilizing the free end while idly sitting on the diving board.
She had me kicking my legs endlessly. Yet I still slipped below the surface where I would await the uncomfortable but life saving tugs on the tube to bring my head back above the surface. There I would look into the angelic face of my tormentress.
“Saved you again, Tony,” she would exuberantly declare.
And I am ashamed to say I relished the feel of her hands on the leash, connected to organs where I could now sense the exchange of sexual power from this awkward swarthy pubescent 12 year old to the child beauty queen.
At age fifteen, Brandy was appearing on the covers of fashion magazines. When working, she appeared to be a gorgeous adult in full make up. Around the pool in a bathing suit, skimpier in design with each year, she was the vision of male masturbatory fantasies.
Yes, sometime in my twelfth year, I begin to stroke myself in the seclusion of my bedroom. I pictured Brandy as I rapidly worked my hand. And the fluid that Nurse Annika so deftly caused me to secrete not only turned cloudy but spurted out in thick gobs.
Hair began to grow in places where my skin was formerly completely exposed and Nurse Annika took delight in pointing that out each afternoon when she helped me out of my clothes.
Then one afternoon instead of sending me off to the pool with the firm slap to my buttocks which had me dashing through the house before any patients could see my nakedness, I was commanded once again onto the examination table.
I obediently placed my feet in the stirrups, bringing a knowing smile from the nurse as she donned gloves. My submission gave her comfort.
For the first time I felt my testicles dangle. I blamed it on Brandy’s constant toying, not knowing that my plums were ripening on their own and now hung quite freely with the onset of puberty.
“I had a talk with your Mom, Tony. You haven’t been playing with this have you?”
Nurse Annika was skinning back my flaccid penis as she questioned me. Not having a man in the house, and having received no instructions from Mom concerning the hygienics required of an uncircumcised penis, there was a goodly build up of smegma beneath the sheath. It slid back easily and knowing fingers pinched the prepuce to deter erection.
“Goodness, Tony. We must keep this cleaner. Young males produce an abundance of smegma and it should be kept under control.”
My penis was trying to tumefy and the amazingly experienced fingers of the handsome nurse knew exactly how to stop the normal reaction of a naked 12 year old male being handled in such a sensitive area. She trapped the prepuce with the fingers of her left hand as she swabbed with her right.
“We’ll tend to this for your Mom.”
She cleaned me. I was embarrassed, and to this day still am, to think that I learned proper male hygiene from an assertive female.
She released my penis to let it harden while she carefully checked my testicles, scrupulously kneading each egg and I suppose feeling for cysts and other irregularities. Then she took the time to shave what little hair had grown.
“We want you nice and presentable now, don’t we?”
By the time she was through my manhood was standing in salute. I did not know what to say or do. She was in control and I did not wish for another inflatable plug to add to my embarrassment.
Alas I was happy to find I was given quarter. She released me with my proud penis standing and swatted my left cheek to send me off to the pool. With the delay I knew there were patients milling about and the dash to the pool to join Brandy was faster then ever. By the time I arrived I noticed that my stiffness had not subsided at all. Running through the house with a larger than ever erection and the possibility of being observed seemed to keep it standing.
Brandy awaited with the tubing and a smile.
“Here, Tony. Hands behind your back.”
The tubing provided an incredibly effective bond. Though one half inch in diameter, it stretched like a large rubber band. Thus when tying it in the simplest of knots it contracted against itself and formed an ineluctable seal around my wrists.
On this day Brandy added to her assortment of torments. She brought to the pool a decorative silk scarf and despite the brightness of the cloudless day, I was soon immersed in darkness as she wrapped the silk around my head to cover my eyes. Then the second longer section of tubing was wound about my scrotum and, for the first time, my penis. The elasticity seemed to inhibit me from becoming flaccid. At least it felt that way and within minutes the deviant Brandy was leading me about the pool area erect and blindfolded.
“Mom’s got a long procedure planned this afternoon, Tony. I doubt if Annika will be checking on us soon.”
I was oddly both excited and concerned. As written, the occasional visits from the authoritative nurse were the only respite I received during long afternoons of Brandy’s play. And here I was bound and blinded and being led about by my precious organs.
It was difficult to determine to what section of the pool area she led me. I later found it was a far off corner which was for the most part not visible from the kitchen area where Nurse Annika emerged with snacks. Whatever Brandy was planning she was buying time, taking me where she could see or hear the Nurse before we in turn were spotted.
“Lie down.”
I complied. She had taken the time to move a lounge chair, normally prominently positioned to afford the user the maximum exposure to the sun.
I was on my back and she released my wrists then quickly resecured them under the chair. She adjusted the back and I lied supine. The leash leading to my testicles and penis was tied off somewhere below my feet.
This was the afternoon when I learned that girls have hormones too. I heard the slight rustle of clothing then felt Brandy’s weight on my chest! And my nose detected a familiar fragrance of which I had only caught brief wafts in the past. I would learn over time, it was the musky but most pleasing scent of an aroused female.
Brandy had removed her bikini!
“If you say anything to Mom or Nurse Annika, there will be a very heavy price to pay, Tony.”
With her warning she tugged on my penis leash. I winced and nodded, fully understanding that the impunity of the child Princess and her image of purity were not to be trifled.
She wiped her finger across my upper lip. The scent was incredibly strong. She had gathered up the evidence of her arousal and shared it. Then I received a second helping. This time a very wet thumb and forefinger was inserted into my nostrils, thoroughly coating my olfactory senses. She smelled divine.
“Want to taste?” she teased.
Yes. I did indeed.
She slid down my chest. I felt the warmth of her thighs on my cheeks then an odoriferous wetness about my lips.
“Be a good boy and lick.”
I did and in return felt her finger tips ever so briefly brush the exposed tip of my penis.
I licked again and felt the fingers again.
I was taught rudimentary cunnilingus that afternoon with her fingers rewarding me like a trained animal. She did not allow me to climax. But I felt an inner glow being of service to this future beauty pageant queen. Her spendings were frequent and her juices flowed with abundance. I only wish I could have observed her nakedness as she did mine.
As usual her timing was superb. Having had several apparent orgasms she arose to don her bathing attire just as the sounds of the kitchen door announced Nurse Annika’s delayed offering of refreshments.
Brandy tore off the scarf, saturated with her arousal and ripped the tubing from my wrists. She hurried to greet the nurse as I pulled the leash from my manhood, engorged and the color of purple from the limited circulation.
Brandy tried to divert the nurse’s attention but my penis could not shrink fast enough. The semi erect and discolored organ hinted that I was engaging in sordid activity of some type. And the child queen could not possibly be suspected of misbehavior. Therefore in the mind of the Nurse there was only one possible answer to her unasked question.
“Oh, Tony. You’re not learning are you.”
Brandy knew to immediately retreat from any position aiding my defense.
“It is rather annoying, Annika. He constantly wants to show it to me as it gets big and hard.”
Little did I realize that with Brandy’s comment and my Mother’s recent phone call expressing concern about stained and crusted sheets, my fate was sealed.
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Tony’s Story
Chapter Three
“Did Mrs. Fatiqua sign the papers?”
“With glee,” replied Nurse Annika.
Dr. Stella was inspecting my penis and testicles just as Nurse Annika so frequently did. Her pretty 35 year old face was covered by a surgical mask. I slowly erected and the good doctor took the time to measure my penis.
“Good...., Tony, we can no longer let the fox run loose in the chicken coop. Brandy’s quite fond of you as you know and from reports I received of your behavior, it is evident that the feeling is mutual.
“But you’re both of the age when trouble is easily encountered and temptation difficult to avoid.”
The kind Doctor was swabbing the tip of my penis as she spoke.
“You’re becoming a virile man, dear boy. Much faster than we expected.
“And you know how much Brandy enjoys modeling. Can’t have her working the runway with a rounded belly, can we?”
Nurse Annika lit an alcohol lamp on the counter to my left. The low flame did a slow dance which drew my attention from Doctor Stella’s lecture.
“So your Mom and I agree that in order for you to continue spending time here with Brandy, certain modifications are required.
“We’re going to allow some pain so you’ll remember the lesson and hopefully work to also modify your behavior.”
The doctor slapped down my stiff manhood. Then quick but skilled hands grasped my penis and inserted a tube. I was catheterized with a rapidity which amazed and as the tube slid past my prostate I jumped within the firm straps binding me to the table.
“This is termed an infibulation, Tony. It’s not permanent but if necessary it can be. I’m going to pierce the underside of your prepuce so we can thread a thin wire through the tip. Then we’re going to seal the ends of the wire with a dated clasp. Going forward you’ll find the meatus of your penis entrapped since the prepuce cannot withdraw. And I heartily suggest that you not cut and remove the wire. That will be Nurse Annika’s responsibility.”
The doctor gathered up the loose flesh of my prepuce and pulled it down the catheterization tube, evidently judging where to best pierce. I screamed in horror as a heated needle was casually pushed through the underside of my prepuce as described. Both women smiled as if I was receiving some well deserved comeuppance.
“The heat instantly cauterizes, Tony. See. No bleeding.”
I did look down to see the thin strand of surgical stainless steel horribly thrust through my precious organ.
The needle was allowed to cool somewhat then twisted and slowly withdrawn. As described a thin wire was pushed through the new openings on the underside of the head. Nurse Annika had the pleasure of tightly twisting the two ends together. It felt as if someone was constantly pinching the head of my penis between thumb and forefinger.
“This will remain here under lock and key. A little device that seals a dated metal disk over the wires. Only Nurse Annika will have access to it. We’ll decide when to release the infibulating wire and tend to your needs. Don’t think about doing it yourself, Tony”
I felt a chill with the Doctor’s ominous tone of voice. She had most insouciantly skewered my most sensitive male anatomy. I could only guess the penalty for removing the wire.
I was released. Despite the trauma Nurse Annika gave me the same slap to my naked backside to send me to Brandy and the pool.
“Cookies later,” she graciously announced.
Well dear reader, you can imagine Brandy’s reaction to my modification. It appeared that a bag tie was twisted about the tip of her favorite plaything and the little disk hanging below felt irritatingly heavy at first. But I was surprised to learn that she was not at all disappointed. Based on the extensive oral service I provided days earlier, the level of licentious activity during afternoons by the pool was to rise to another level.
“Well, it looks like a pencil again, Tony. Only its bigger than a few years ago.”
How true. Doctor Stella had pulled the prepuce well over the meatus of my penis tip before piercing the foreskin. Thus when the wire was threaded through only the smallest opening remained for urination.
“Looks like I only need one length of tubing now.”
Brandy led me to the lounge chair secured my wrists beneath and blindfolded me. She knew time was limited before Nurse Annika appeared with the promised cookies. She was eager to feel my tongue.
Over time I had to learn to concentrate on other things while lying with my face firmly encased by Brandy’s thighs. If I began to tumefy the pain became intense, the wire refusing to allow the prepuce to draw back and free my proud manhood for Brandy’s viewing pleasure.
We were both disappointed, but my tongue learned quickly and Brandy’s feminine passage was like a river when I wrapped my lips around her tender bud and gently sucked with the enthusiasm of a well trained servant.
I only wished I could see what I so assiduously serviced.
Over the following days my hormone levels exploded. Denied masturbatory relief, I awoke several times each night as dreams of Brandy caused my manhood to attempt tumescence only to painfully encounter the thin wire.
About every third day, Nurse Annika strapped me to the examination table, inspected the date on the disk and then removed it. I instantly erected for her which brought knowing matronly smiles, a quick cleansing and then a crisp slap to the penis tip which caused equally instantaneous flaccidity. I was shaven and then the wire was replaced with a new dated disk.
“Maybe at the end of the month, Tony. I’ll give you a nice massage if you’re a good boy.”
I obediently nodded, promising myself to be good. I desperately needed relief.
Weeks later the end of the month arrived. I scrambled to Dr. Stella’s house after school and ran into the examination room. Nurse Annika entered as I was removing my clothing. For the first time Brandy was with her.
“We’re going to teach Brandy some things about boys today, Tony. You know where I want you.”
Whatever it was that the precocious Brandy did not already know I could not imagine. Still, I jumped unto the table and placed my feet in the stirrups.
A fully clothed Brandy watched closely as Nurse Annika removed the entrapping wire and inspected the disk. Next she gave me the humiliating examination and cleansing, explaining the purpose of the gooey smegma which built up even quicker with my infibulation.
“It’s really an important substance for copulation and masturbation, both activities denied to young Tony. So every three days or so I remove it.
“The other important aspect of care for the chaste male is to massage the prostate. Like every muscle or organ in the body it must be used and exercised otherwise it atrophies.”
She was gathering a dollop of lubrication on gloved fingers as she spoke. I was not to receive the type of massage I was expecting.
“Try to relax Tony.”
With that two gloved fingers penetrated my rectum. I squirmed with discomfort but felt that twinge which signaled arousal. Nurse Annika gently massaged my scrotum as the penetrating fingers wriggled about seeming to search deep within my passage. My penis became larger and firmer and when it twitched without touch, Nurse Annika finally announced her goal.
“The prostate, Brandy. An interesting male gland so essential to his reproduction system and the process of erection. Notice the reaction. Have you ever seen him so big and stiff?”
Brandy nodded and watched in fascination as my urethra began to give up a steady stream of fluid. The knowledgeable nurse was forcing it from me and as her fingers kneaded the walls of my passage I felt a strong need to stroke myself.
It was not permitted.
The massage lasted several minutes and Brandy proved to be a cute ‘helper’ as the handsome nurse suggested she swab away the building viscous liquid streaming down my shaft. When finished Brandy giggled with the sharp slap to the very tip of my purple manhood which Nurse Annika used to achieve rapid detumescence.
The wire and a new disk were attached and I was sent to the pool with an excess of slippery lubricant between my buttocks. I was flushed with embarrassment being forced to lie strapped down and be the object of an anatomy lesson for Brandy. But deep within I also felt a strange satisfaction, knowing that I entertained the young beauty and was the focus of her attention, however deviant.
When Brandy later joined me, she was very eager to have me blindfolded and on my back. That afternoon I licked and licked feeling her thighs squeeze my head dozens of times.
My examination and massage had aroused her.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Low on Ammo, drawing from reserves
I posted this story many years ago on the Eunuch Archive. The age interaction made it unpublishable.
I apologize to those who have before read it.
If acceptable I will post more. So let me know.
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The Anguished E
Copyright 2002
by Chris Bellows
Part One
Tony’s Story
Chapter One
As convenient as it was to have a doctor living next door before my father died, the presence of Dr. Stella Robertson later came as a great relief to Mom after Dad was gone. By necessity I spent endless hours at Dr. Stella’s house. For though Dad had left behind a beautiful house and some life insurance, Mom found she needed to work in order to pay the bills and ensure I could eventually go to college. In so doing I was not to be left on my own after school and thus returned each day to Dr. Stella’s house where along with her Nurse Annika there was more than adequate adult supervision.
And..., there was Brandy.
Dr. Stella’s daughter was three years older than I. Even at age 12 she was attractive in an adult sort of way and everyone seemed to recognize the potential of the budding beauty. Blonde with blue eyes, the attention she received from admiring adults became somewhat disconcerting to me over time. As much as I liked Brandy, loved her I suppose, standing to the side and listening to all the ingratiating comments and compliments while I was completely ignored gave rise to some degree of irritation, and I guess an odd level of envy.
Even boys need some form of attention.
Our initial introductions to Dr. Stella’s patients seemed to become repetitive over time. After minutes of exchanging hyperboles concerning Brandy’s pulchritude, Dr. Stella would nod and suggest that indeed Brandy had done some modeling and there was more to come.
“I am told the call backs are the important indicator, and Brandy always gets called back.”
Then as an aside, Dr. Stella would turn and introduce me. The dark skinned ‘boy next door’.
“This is Tony. We watch over him while his Mom works.”
She was gracious and as a proud mother did not realize the slight that I felt. And since I was shy I just smiled at the visitor and politely said hello.
Occasionally, there would be a tangential comment about my coloring.
“He’s nicely tanned,” a patient would aphoristically observe, sometimes with a sarcastic snicker.
Dad was from Morocco. Mom’s family emigrated years before from Mexico. So with much time spent frolicking about Dr. Stella’s pool, the sun triggered the genealogical pigmentation of my skin and turned it to a rich golden brown. And when standing near the alabaster Brandy, it was quite a contrast, spurring the comments, whether well intended or not.
Though I was only 9, I remember thinking to myself, ‘if the visitor only knew that the tan covered every inch of my young body’.
Yes, when lounging about the pool bathing attire was deemed superfluous by Nurse Annika. Completely surrounded by Dr. Stella’s sprawling ranch style house, the pool was secluded from the prying eyes of neighbors, and well away from the office area where patients came and went.
So the Swedish nurse, with a cynical attitude toward the puritanically American de rigeur for covering, directed that I would sun bathe completely nude.
But not Brandy, of course. She wore very fashionable bathing suits and was carefully coated with the strongest of sun screening.
“The modeling agency insists, Annika. Brandy’s coloring should not change between assignments,” directed Dr. Stella.
So every afternoon after school I reported to Dr. Stella’s home and office, where invariably the California sun afforded another opportunity to romp about the pool. Nurse Annika escorted me to an examination room. There she assisted me in undressing, clutched my clothing and after a firm but playful slap to my buttocks sent me scampering to the pool. Meanwhile, Dr. Stella put Brandy into her bathing suit and assured that the sun protection was adequately applied.
In the first few weeks of Dr. Stella’s ‘day care’ I learned there was an ulterior motive to Nurse Annika’s insistence that she take control of my clothing. One afternoon coming indoors for a drink I overheard a brief telephone conversation between Nurse Annika and my Mom.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Fatiqua, when you get home Tony will be here. He has every reason to stay near the pool and not wander off anywhere,” the nurse explained, stifling a laugh.
How true. Nurse Annika had my clothes! Lest I parade about the neighborhood naked, I was destined to play around the pool. But with Brandy as a companion, I was not wont to leave.
It is interesting to reflect back on how a twelve year old girl interacted with a naked nine year old boy. Initially, Brandy was oblivious to my body with its ‘strange’ dangling male part. I suppose she was beforehand counseled by her mother about proper deportment. But over time, realizing that we were left alone while Dr. Stella and Nurse Annika tended to patients, her curiosity overcame her and many times she stared and giggled.
I blushed. It was not fair to be so exposed to her but she not to me. But the ostensible unfairness was mitigated by the pleasing warmth of the California sun on my completely exposed flesh and the delight of being proximate to this budding young ‘starlet’ whose perfection I came to esteem more and more each day.
In hindsight, I believe a young Brandy had before been exposed to the adult male genitals, perhaps to Dr. Stella’s ex husband as he exited the shower or took a late night skinny deep in the pool. For many times as she stared below my waist she seemed to be comparing me to another of the male gender, asking why my uncircumcised penis pointed like a pencil and where my jewels were.
Yes, that’s how she referred to my undeveloped gonads, at that age still tightly encased in a puff of skin below my penis and practically invisible.
One day she became insistent and being naive, I lifted my sun darkened appendage to show her that the ‘jewels’ were indeed there, just hard to find.
This brought much giggling and a taunt that she still couldn’t see them.
“Let me feel,” she challenged.
Well, I had been exposed to her daily for many weeks. What harm could there be?
And I would postulate that even at age 9 the touch of soft feminine hands had a certain enchantment. And so before I could formulate an objection, I guess I let Brandy’s young hands reach out, her left lifting the thin and pencil pointed penis and the fingers of her right brushing the soft scrotal sac to feel the ‘two peas in their pod’, as she girlishly described my precious parts.
Her demeanor was that of a child petting a cat or dog. And in reflection, I suppose that had that in fact been the case, I would be purring or wagging my tail. Her fingers felt good, not only on my sensitive hidden scrotum but also on my prepuce which inadvertently slid about as she held it upwards.
I felt a certain twinge. I recall it as my first erotic sensation. And as opposed to most youths who discover such a feeling in early forms of masturbation, mine came at the hands of a beautiful yet prepubescent girl.
Brandy released my organs, but my penis began to engorge just as it sometimes did when I awoke in the morning. My dark brown foreskin began to draw back and the pink and moist head peeked out and shone shockingly in contrast to my sun baked shaft.
Brandy stepped back, in mock surprise.
“So that’s where it hides.”
Yes, the mature looking 12 year old blonde had definitely been exposed to other phalli, and years later in recollecting her initial ‘introduction’ to my little appendage, I realized that unlike mine those she had previously seen were circumcised.
Well reader, that started a game. For some reason, as young and naive as we were, we knew to conceal our interaction from nurse and doctor. So without their knowledge we played about on many afternoons. Brandy was constantly requesting, probably more demanding, to see if my ‘two peas’ were becoming easier to find. And that started my tumescence. My young shaft would begin to point with the pink tip exposing itself to the bright California sun.
Brandy was mesmerized by the process of male arousal and she developed a rather precocious sense of timing. She was able to bring me to erection when she knew her mom and Nurse Annika to be involved with a patient and somehow was able to anticipate the timing of the two or three daily trips the tall blonde nurse made to check on us or to bring lemonade or snacks.
That’s when she assertively suggested that I jump into the pool. I did not need to hear her command twice, wishing to avoid the ire of the demanding Swede.
We inherently understood that in the mind of the stern Scandinavian, nudity was one thing..., immodest youthful exploration something completely different.
Our surreptitious play continued for a few months with Brandy finding great joy in watching me walk about the pool with a tiny erection, though it certainly did not feel tiny to me. The brown shaft tipped in moist pink, sometimes turning purple if Brandy’s examination was extensive, was a source of wonderment for a girl rapidly approaching puberty. And her search for my ‘peas’ sometimes took several minutes if Brandy was in a devilish mood and her mom and Nurse Annika were known to be engaged in a complicated procedure.
My curiosity was not to be satisfied in reciprocation. We rode a one way street with Brandy in the driver’s seat. Every time I suggested looking at her hidden charms I was denied.
“No Tony. Good girls don’t do that,” she admonished.
Then I think Brandy attended some basic courses at school concerning male anatomy and reproduction. Those where girls are imparted at a young age with the concerns of pregnancy, for I became a walking specimen upon which she was learning. Meanwhile my requests to see what was under the skimpy triangle of cloth between her thighs, or peer at the perky bumps resting atop growing mounds on her chest, were turned down with growing annoyance.
“If you ask again, I’m going to tell Nurse Annika that you’re running about the pool with your thing sticking out.”
Well that was enough of a threat to temper any thoughts about seeing Brandy’s charms. Nurse Annika had special punishments for boys she deemed ‘naughty’. And over the months I experienced more than my share of incredibly filling enemas for minor infractions of the rules, such as splashing or being noisy. I could not imagine the giant nurse’s reaction and my punishment if she were made aware of our sordid game, though I was never the instigator.
Thus the unfairness mounted. Brandy became more aggressive with her examinations, her fingers massaging my testicles and pulling them downward in a futile attempt to make my manliness blossom quicker. She was more insistent concerning my constant state of turgidness, laughing as the organ stiffened under her touch. She became menacing and often, fully understanding my fear of Nurse Annika, used veiled threats to ensure my compliance, i.e. firm erection, with her whim to watch me shamefully walk about aroused.
And meanwhile, each day she seemed to become more beautiful, developing a radiance that was more that of a woman than a girl. Her breasts become larger and rounder and what she could not deny me was a view of buttocks that were exquisite, though frustratingly covered in bathing attire.
She was devious, astute, and stopped at nothing to develop a peculiar form control over me. She understood that threats would only be effective for so long. So she sagaciously decided to turn me over to Nurse Annika for no other reason than to demonstrate she could do it..., to have me punished at her caprice.
If I recall correctly it was some two years after our daily anatomical dalliances began. Brandy was exiting the pool and the cool water caused her nipples to crinkle underneath a thin and wet bikini top. I stared in wonderment. She was truly beautiful and though she commanded me to stay erect while she swam, I believe her order was not needed. The sight of her breasts, perfectly outlined by their tight confinement, would have had me standing. I did not realize it but I too was developing sexually.
She caught the direction of my intense gaze and smiled with a degree of evilness that made me cower.
“That will cost you.”
She reached down with her right hand and simply diddled the underside of my erect penis. She seemed to know that the small spot, the frenum, was the most sensitive of male erogenous zones and within a minute my penis tip turned purple. I had grown over the year and looked down in amazement to see that her manipulation caused it to rise straight upwards almost to my navel. She looked directly into my eyes while she worked and I just stood there in awe not only of her blossoming beauty, but her growing power and enjoyment thereof.
Then her sense of timing was once again demonstrated. She stepped back, pulled my erection downward then released it to thump up against abdomen...., just as Nurse Annika stepped out of the house with a tray of lemonade. She stepped further back and splashed noisily into the pool, the sound drawing the unwanted attention of the nurse.
The large blond, in her starched white uniform with the obligatory cap, looked up to see me standing with an ‘enormous’ erection looking down at the idol of the household, the ravishing ingenue Brandy, swimming with feigned innocence.
I thought the unexpected scene would bring forth a scream of shock. A verbal reproach of disgust. Perhaps even a firm cuffing.
Instead, Nurse Annika placed the tray on a nearby table and wriggled her finger, motioning for me to come to her.
My fear, my excitement, my embarrassment, would not allow my erection to subside! I had to cross the concrete decking, sheepishly feeling my erect manhood bob with each step, apparently putting on quite the show for the irrate Nurse Annika.
“You’re getting older, Tony. With age boys need to develop discipline and restraint.”
She was smiling. But it was the same smile of diabolism exhibited by the devious Brandy.
“I think I can help you. The Doctor’s last appointment cancelled.”
I shuddered. The nurse’s prior punishments were truncated by the need to tend to medical duties. Now it was the end of the day. The Nurse seemed amused by my realization that I was a very delicate fly that had firmly entangled itself in a spider’s web.
“If you like looking like that, showing yourself off to girls, we have ways of making it even more enjoyable...., come.”
I would not become flaccid. What was happening? The adrenaline? The fear? The embarrassment?
I stayed erect for the entire walk through the house to the wing containing Dr. Stella’s office facilities. She took me to an examining room and I found myself helpless to resist as she drew my hands behind my back and wrapped rubber tubing about my wrists, securing them togther. Then it was up onto a gynecological table where large, powerful but strangely sensuous hands examined my testicles and my still erect penis.
“Yes, Tony you’re becoming a man. Something normally to be celebrated, except we can’t have you bothering Brandy. She’s special you know.”
As Nurse Annika spoke I flushed with my tumefied state. Her hands were quite experienced and she herself was a handsome woman, though she made every attempt to hide her femininity under the plain uniform.
She placed my feet in stirrups and snapped on latex gloves. What followed was the most incredibly humiliating experience of my young life. Nurse Annika gave me a thorough prostate examination, probing with first one finger and then two well into my tight rectum.
She actual made my penis bob by pressuring areas she knew to effect my turgid manhood. This brought laughter from her, and a strange liquid from my urethral opening.
“Yes. You’re developing, Tony. We’ll have to keep an eye on you.”
She withdrew her fingers and stepped away. Returning, I felt her insert something into my anus. It was very tight and incredibly I heard the sound of air and felt the large object grow!
To my chagrin, I was to become all too familiar with the inflatable butt plug during my formative years. But the first time, the penetrating object felt both amazingly foreign and strangely arousing.
“Go back and join Brandy. No swimming.”
With plug in place, she released my feet from the stirrups. When I stood she slapped my buttocks with great force which seemed to harden my erection. I ran from the room to the pool area, penis wagging from side to side with each step.
A smiling Brandy was beside herself with not only my state of forced turgidness, but my complete helplessness with wrists secured.
The butt plug pressured my underutilized prostate gland and kept me not only erect, but leaking this stuff I had never before seen.
Brandy toyed with my testicles endlessly, fascinated by the slow stream of pre-ejaculatory fluid.
It was a long afternoon until Mom arrived home.
I apologize to those who have before read it.
If acceptable I will post more. So let me know.
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The Anguished E
Copyright 2002
by Chris Bellows
Part One
Tony’s Story
Chapter One
As convenient as it was to have a doctor living next door before my father died, the presence of Dr. Stella Robertson later came as a great relief to Mom after Dad was gone. By necessity I spent endless hours at Dr. Stella’s house. For though Dad had left behind a beautiful house and some life insurance, Mom found she needed to work in order to pay the bills and ensure I could eventually go to college. In so doing I was not to be left on my own after school and thus returned each day to Dr. Stella’s house where along with her Nurse Annika there was more than adequate adult supervision.
And..., there was Brandy.
Dr. Stella’s daughter was three years older than I. Even at age 12 she was attractive in an adult sort of way and everyone seemed to recognize the potential of the budding beauty. Blonde with blue eyes, the attention she received from admiring adults became somewhat disconcerting to me over time. As much as I liked Brandy, loved her I suppose, standing to the side and listening to all the ingratiating comments and compliments while I was completely ignored gave rise to some degree of irritation, and I guess an odd level of envy.
Even boys need some form of attention.
Our initial introductions to Dr. Stella’s patients seemed to become repetitive over time. After minutes of exchanging hyperboles concerning Brandy’s pulchritude, Dr. Stella would nod and suggest that indeed Brandy had done some modeling and there was more to come.
“I am told the call backs are the important indicator, and Brandy always gets called back.”
Then as an aside, Dr. Stella would turn and introduce me. The dark skinned ‘boy next door’.
“This is Tony. We watch over him while his Mom works.”
She was gracious and as a proud mother did not realize the slight that I felt. And since I was shy I just smiled at the visitor and politely said hello.
Occasionally, there would be a tangential comment about my coloring.
“He’s nicely tanned,” a patient would aphoristically observe, sometimes with a sarcastic snicker.
Dad was from Morocco. Mom’s family emigrated years before from Mexico. So with much time spent frolicking about Dr. Stella’s pool, the sun triggered the genealogical pigmentation of my skin and turned it to a rich golden brown. And when standing near the alabaster Brandy, it was quite a contrast, spurring the comments, whether well intended or not.
Though I was only 9, I remember thinking to myself, ‘if the visitor only knew that the tan covered every inch of my young body’.
Yes, when lounging about the pool bathing attire was deemed superfluous by Nurse Annika. Completely surrounded by Dr. Stella’s sprawling ranch style house, the pool was secluded from the prying eyes of neighbors, and well away from the office area where patients came and went.
So the Swedish nurse, with a cynical attitude toward the puritanically American de rigeur for covering, directed that I would sun bathe completely nude.
But not Brandy, of course. She wore very fashionable bathing suits and was carefully coated with the strongest of sun screening.
“The modeling agency insists, Annika. Brandy’s coloring should not change between assignments,” directed Dr. Stella.
So every afternoon after school I reported to Dr. Stella’s home and office, where invariably the California sun afforded another opportunity to romp about the pool. Nurse Annika escorted me to an examination room. There she assisted me in undressing, clutched my clothing and after a firm but playful slap to my buttocks sent me scampering to the pool. Meanwhile, Dr. Stella put Brandy into her bathing suit and assured that the sun protection was adequately applied.
In the first few weeks of Dr. Stella’s ‘day care’ I learned there was an ulterior motive to Nurse Annika’s insistence that she take control of my clothing. One afternoon coming indoors for a drink I overheard a brief telephone conversation between Nurse Annika and my Mom.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Fatiqua, when you get home Tony will be here. He has every reason to stay near the pool and not wander off anywhere,” the nurse explained, stifling a laugh.
How true. Nurse Annika had my clothes! Lest I parade about the neighborhood naked, I was destined to play around the pool. But with Brandy as a companion, I was not wont to leave.
It is interesting to reflect back on how a twelve year old girl interacted with a naked nine year old boy. Initially, Brandy was oblivious to my body with its ‘strange’ dangling male part. I suppose she was beforehand counseled by her mother about proper deportment. But over time, realizing that we were left alone while Dr. Stella and Nurse Annika tended to patients, her curiosity overcame her and many times she stared and giggled.
I blushed. It was not fair to be so exposed to her but she not to me. But the ostensible unfairness was mitigated by the pleasing warmth of the California sun on my completely exposed flesh and the delight of being proximate to this budding young ‘starlet’ whose perfection I came to esteem more and more each day.
In hindsight, I believe a young Brandy had before been exposed to the adult male genitals, perhaps to Dr. Stella’s ex husband as he exited the shower or took a late night skinny deep in the pool. For many times as she stared below my waist she seemed to be comparing me to another of the male gender, asking why my uncircumcised penis pointed like a pencil and where my jewels were.
Yes, that’s how she referred to my undeveloped gonads, at that age still tightly encased in a puff of skin below my penis and practically invisible.
One day she became insistent and being naive, I lifted my sun darkened appendage to show her that the ‘jewels’ were indeed there, just hard to find.
This brought much giggling and a taunt that she still couldn’t see them.
“Let me feel,” she challenged.
Well, I had been exposed to her daily for many weeks. What harm could there be?
And I would postulate that even at age 9 the touch of soft feminine hands had a certain enchantment. And so before I could formulate an objection, I guess I let Brandy’s young hands reach out, her left lifting the thin and pencil pointed penis and the fingers of her right brushing the soft scrotal sac to feel the ‘two peas in their pod’, as she girlishly described my precious parts.
Her demeanor was that of a child petting a cat or dog. And in reflection, I suppose that had that in fact been the case, I would be purring or wagging my tail. Her fingers felt good, not only on my sensitive hidden scrotum but also on my prepuce which inadvertently slid about as she held it upwards.
I felt a certain twinge. I recall it as my first erotic sensation. And as opposed to most youths who discover such a feeling in early forms of masturbation, mine came at the hands of a beautiful yet prepubescent girl.
Brandy released my organs, but my penis began to engorge just as it sometimes did when I awoke in the morning. My dark brown foreskin began to draw back and the pink and moist head peeked out and shone shockingly in contrast to my sun baked shaft.
Brandy stepped back, in mock surprise.
“So that’s where it hides.”
Yes, the mature looking 12 year old blonde had definitely been exposed to other phalli, and years later in recollecting her initial ‘introduction’ to my little appendage, I realized that unlike mine those she had previously seen were circumcised.
Well reader, that started a game. For some reason, as young and naive as we were, we knew to conceal our interaction from nurse and doctor. So without their knowledge we played about on many afternoons. Brandy was constantly requesting, probably more demanding, to see if my ‘two peas’ were becoming easier to find. And that started my tumescence. My young shaft would begin to point with the pink tip exposing itself to the bright California sun.
Brandy was mesmerized by the process of male arousal and she developed a rather precocious sense of timing. She was able to bring me to erection when she knew her mom and Nurse Annika to be involved with a patient and somehow was able to anticipate the timing of the two or three daily trips the tall blonde nurse made to check on us or to bring lemonade or snacks.
That’s when she assertively suggested that I jump into the pool. I did not need to hear her command twice, wishing to avoid the ire of the demanding Swede.
We inherently understood that in the mind of the stern Scandinavian, nudity was one thing..., immodest youthful exploration something completely different.
Our surreptitious play continued for a few months with Brandy finding great joy in watching me walk about the pool with a tiny erection, though it certainly did not feel tiny to me. The brown shaft tipped in moist pink, sometimes turning purple if Brandy’s examination was extensive, was a source of wonderment for a girl rapidly approaching puberty. And her search for my ‘peas’ sometimes took several minutes if Brandy was in a devilish mood and her mom and Nurse Annika were known to be engaged in a complicated procedure.
My curiosity was not to be satisfied in reciprocation. We rode a one way street with Brandy in the driver’s seat. Every time I suggested looking at her hidden charms I was denied.
“No Tony. Good girls don’t do that,” she admonished.
Then I think Brandy attended some basic courses at school concerning male anatomy and reproduction. Those where girls are imparted at a young age with the concerns of pregnancy, for I became a walking specimen upon which she was learning. Meanwhile my requests to see what was under the skimpy triangle of cloth between her thighs, or peer at the perky bumps resting atop growing mounds on her chest, were turned down with growing annoyance.
“If you ask again, I’m going to tell Nurse Annika that you’re running about the pool with your thing sticking out.”
Well that was enough of a threat to temper any thoughts about seeing Brandy’s charms. Nurse Annika had special punishments for boys she deemed ‘naughty’. And over the months I experienced more than my share of incredibly filling enemas for minor infractions of the rules, such as splashing or being noisy. I could not imagine the giant nurse’s reaction and my punishment if she were made aware of our sordid game, though I was never the instigator.
Thus the unfairness mounted. Brandy became more aggressive with her examinations, her fingers massaging my testicles and pulling them downward in a futile attempt to make my manliness blossom quicker. She was more insistent concerning my constant state of turgidness, laughing as the organ stiffened under her touch. She became menacing and often, fully understanding my fear of Nurse Annika, used veiled threats to ensure my compliance, i.e. firm erection, with her whim to watch me shamefully walk about aroused.
And meanwhile, each day she seemed to become more beautiful, developing a radiance that was more that of a woman than a girl. Her breasts become larger and rounder and what she could not deny me was a view of buttocks that were exquisite, though frustratingly covered in bathing attire.
She was devious, astute, and stopped at nothing to develop a peculiar form control over me. She understood that threats would only be effective for so long. So she sagaciously decided to turn me over to Nurse Annika for no other reason than to demonstrate she could do it..., to have me punished at her caprice.
If I recall correctly it was some two years after our daily anatomical dalliances began. Brandy was exiting the pool and the cool water caused her nipples to crinkle underneath a thin and wet bikini top. I stared in wonderment. She was truly beautiful and though she commanded me to stay erect while she swam, I believe her order was not needed. The sight of her breasts, perfectly outlined by their tight confinement, would have had me standing. I did not realize it but I too was developing sexually.
She caught the direction of my intense gaze and smiled with a degree of evilness that made me cower.
“That will cost you.”
She reached down with her right hand and simply diddled the underside of my erect penis. She seemed to know that the small spot, the frenum, was the most sensitive of male erogenous zones and within a minute my penis tip turned purple. I had grown over the year and looked down in amazement to see that her manipulation caused it to rise straight upwards almost to my navel. She looked directly into my eyes while she worked and I just stood there in awe not only of her blossoming beauty, but her growing power and enjoyment thereof.
Then her sense of timing was once again demonstrated. She stepped back, pulled my erection downward then released it to thump up against abdomen...., just as Nurse Annika stepped out of the house with a tray of lemonade. She stepped further back and splashed noisily into the pool, the sound drawing the unwanted attention of the nurse.
The large blond, in her starched white uniform with the obligatory cap, looked up to see me standing with an ‘enormous’ erection looking down at the idol of the household, the ravishing ingenue Brandy, swimming with feigned innocence.
I thought the unexpected scene would bring forth a scream of shock. A verbal reproach of disgust. Perhaps even a firm cuffing.
Instead, Nurse Annika placed the tray on a nearby table and wriggled her finger, motioning for me to come to her.
My fear, my excitement, my embarrassment, would not allow my erection to subside! I had to cross the concrete decking, sheepishly feeling my erect manhood bob with each step, apparently putting on quite the show for the irrate Nurse Annika.
“You’re getting older, Tony. With age boys need to develop discipline and restraint.”
She was smiling. But it was the same smile of diabolism exhibited by the devious Brandy.
“I think I can help you. The Doctor’s last appointment cancelled.”
I shuddered. The nurse’s prior punishments were truncated by the need to tend to medical duties. Now it was the end of the day. The Nurse seemed amused by my realization that I was a very delicate fly that had firmly entangled itself in a spider’s web.
“If you like looking like that, showing yourself off to girls, we have ways of making it even more enjoyable...., come.”
I would not become flaccid. What was happening? The adrenaline? The fear? The embarrassment?
I stayed erect for the entire walk through the house to the wing containing Dr. Stella’s office facilities. She took me to an examining room and I found myself helpless to resist as she drew my hands behind my back and wrapped rubber tubing about my wrists, securing them togther. Then it was up onto a gynecological table where large, powerful but strangely sensuous hands examined my testicles and my still erect penis.
“Yes, Tony you’re becoming a man. Something normally to be celebrated, except we can’t have you bothering Brandy. She’s special you know.”
As Nurse Annika spoke I flushed with my tumefied state. Her hands were quite experienced and she herself was a handsome woman, though she made every attempt to hide her femininity under the plain uniform.
She placed my feet in stirrups and snapped on latex gloves. What followed was the most incredibly humiliating experience of my young life. Nurse Annika gave me a thorough prostate examination, probing with first one finger and then two well into my tight rectum.
She actual made my penis bob by pressuring areas she knew to effect my turgid manhood. This brought laughter from her, and a strange liquid from my urethral opening.
“Yes. You’re developing, Tony. We’ll have to keep an eye on you.”
She withdrew her fingers and stepped away. Returning, I felt her insert something into my anus. It was very tight and incredibly I heard the sound of air and felt the large object grow!
To my chagrin, I was to become all too familiar with the inflatable butt plug during my formative years. But the first time, the penetrating object felt both amazingly foreign and strangely arousing.
“Go back and join Brandy. No swimming.”
With plug in place, she released my feet from the stirrups. When I stood she slapped my buttocks with great force which seemed to harden my erection. I ran from the room to the pool area, penis wagging from side to side with each step.
A smiling Brandy was beside herself with not only my state of forced turgidness, but my complete helplessness with wrists secured.
The butt plug pressured my underutilized prostate gland and kept me not only erect, but leaking this stuff I had never before seen.
Brandy toyed with my testicles endlessly, fascinated by the slow stream of pre-ejaculatory fluid.
It was a long afternoon until Mom arrived home.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
The Zesty Girl Irrevocable Trust
New offering... The Zesty Girl Irrevocable Trust
Well, it's Sunday and another week without inspiration.
So I searched a back up hard drive and found something not read in a while (and never published).
At www.lulu.com/content/9326950 you can find the unfinished sequel to 'Pony Girl Zesty'. It's Female dominant with both female and male submission, so readers should be forewarned. At 46,000 words it is a good value. And as requested, please write with some suggested endings. I may get back into the story and complete it but that is difficult, probably more time consuming (with more chance of error) than beginning anew.
Enjoy.
Well, it's Sunday and another week without inspiration.
So I searched a back up hard drive and found something not read in a while (and never published).
At www.lulu.com/content/9326950 you can find the unfinished sequel to 'Pony Girl Zesty'. It's Female dominant with both female and male submission, so readers should be forewarned. At 46,000 words it is a good value. And as requested, please write with some suggested endings. I may get back into the story and complete it but that is difficult, probably more time consuming (with more chance of error) than beginning anew.
Enjoy.
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