Sunday, 21 August 2011

James At The Clinic – Part 5

Dr Wang suddenly stopped and frowned: “Excuse me one moment, I just need to… hmm… yes… it should work… but…” she said to herself. It was obvious that something important had occurred to her and she was trying to make up her mind about whatever it was. After a moment or two she spoke:

“Lori… I wonder, could I have a brief word?”

Dr Wang turned and walked towards the door. Lori followed. James looked anxious.

“What is it doctor?” Lori was concerned, “Is there something wrong? Is James okay?”

“No, no, nothing like that, Lori. James is fine… fit as a fiddle, in fact… but I did want to speak to you in private about James. What it is… well, I need to ask a favour of you,” Dr Wang said and then explained what it was about:

“As you know Lori, for the benefit of our three young cadet nurses, I’m about to demonstrate the routine sperm extraction process we use in the ESA. Under normal circumstances the girls would simply observe the procedure… then it suddenly occurred to me that with James in position on the CMB, what a golden opportunity it would be for Nicky, Karen and Lucy to each perform a fully supervised sperm extraction… give them all practical ‘hands-on’ experience, you might say…”

Lori’s eyes popped out: “… but Dr Wang… surely even James wouldn’t be able… not three times in a row! Are you sure doctor?”

“Both you and I know James is capable of generating prodigious quantities of sperm, Lori, more than enough for three powerful consecutive ejaculations. However, I would like to ensure James maintains a sustained and viable erection during what might prove to be a prolonged ESA procedure…” Dr Wang paused before adding, “I’m proposing we give James a clinical dose of fast-acting Viagra… I realise I’m asking a lot for you to give your agreement, Lori…”

My agreement?” Lori was puzzled, “Why ask me?”

“Because you signed the consent forms on James’ behalf when he checked into the clinic, Lori. By having you sign for him, James effectively let you have the final say over any decisions which might need to be made during his visit... such as whether to allow Karen, Nicky and Lucy to be present, or even involved during James’ examinations… or any other matters which may arise…”

Lori nodded. She understood her position and the responsibility she had for James’ well-being.

“I know how close you and James are… I don’t think he’d go through all this if you weren’t there by his side, Lori…” Dr Wang added, “… so it’s as well that you’re here to look after him…”

Lori was flattered and not a little embarrassed: “… but what about James… shouldn’t we explain… about the Viagra, I mean…”

“No it’s better not to…” Dr Wang advised, “James is nervous enough as it is… You know Lori, sometimes I think we forget that James isn’t really a nudist at all… he’s just like any other boy of his age. James is shy and gets extremely embarrassed very easily… I see it every day here at the clinic. Imagine what it must be like for him to be nude and surrounded on all sides by attractive women and young girls, knowing that he’s going to be masturbated to full ejaculation… No Lori, if you’ll give your consent for me to administer the Viagra, that will be enough… I don’t want to give James anything more to worry about…”

Lori thought for a moment. Dr Wang was right, sometimes she did forget that the whole ‘James the Nudist’ thing was made up by her mischievous young sister Kristy.

“Okay, Dr Wang… but how will you give…”

“You leave that to me, Lori,” Dr Wang said, “Now let’s get back to the matter in hand…”

Together they walked back into the room.

“James, I’ve just been having a word with Lori because I’m a little concerned about your loss of fluid during the ETT and I wasn’t sure we’d be able to go ahead with the ESA,” Dr Wang began, ignoring the looks of disappointment from the three young cadets, “However, Lori assures me that your performance parameters during competition swimming are probably not significantly different to those recorded during the ETT… but to be on the safe side I like you to give you something to drink which will help to restore any damaged tissue…” she turned to Nurse Deerborn, “Barbara, could you prepare a sachet of V29LT for James?”

James was far too distracted by his situation in the ESA room and was completely bewildered by what Dr Wang was saying, so he looked over to Lori for reassurance.

“It’s okay James,” Lori said, “Dr Wang just explained to me that you needed to get your strength back after the exercise. She asked me if was alright to give you something to replenish the, err…”

“… salts… they’re a particular group of salts we have to make sure are maintained in the body,” Nurse Deerborn explained as she gave James a cup of clear fluid, “Here you are James, drink this down and you’ll feel much better in a minute or two…”

James took the paper cup. What the nurse said made sense to him. He knew about salts and how it was important to maintain certain levels in the body, so he drank the liquid in one drought. He couldn’t taste anything. Could’ve been plain water, he thought. He handed Nurse Deerborn the empty cup.

“Good… let’s get on…Okay Nicky…” Dr Wang turned the young cadet, “… if you would remove James’s gown… Yes, you Nicky… don’t look so surprised… you’ll have to learn to do these things if you’re to work in the clinic.”

Nicky stepped behind James and he felt the young girl’s fingers brush across his back as the knots of his gown were untied. The tabs of the gown fell away and Nicky moved round to face James. She had to stand up on tip-toes to reach his shoulders…

Nicky looked down and then turned to Dr Wang: “Please, doctor… I can’t reach...” she glanced down between James and herself again, “… it’s James’ penis… it’s in the way…”

“Then you’ll have to move it, won’t you Nicky?” Dr Wang said with an amused expression on her face, “Just move it to one side and you should be able to reach up to pull James’ gown off… You’ll have to learn that handling a boy’s penis is part of the day’s routine here in the clinic…”

Lucy and Karen looked on enviously as Nicky eyed the monster penis pointing straight out towards her. Bravely she opened her hand to grip the phallus, but soon found that she could barely get her hand around its thickness.

‘Gosh… it’s so thick… it’s hot as well… and very heavy...’ Nicky thought as she pushed James’ penis out of the way, ‘I wonder of it hurts to have this swinging about between your legs all the time?’

With James’ penis pushed to one side and pressing against her starched white uniform, Nicky took hold of the thin cotton of James’ robe at the front. She  reached forward, tugged at the arms of the tight little junior gown and eased it down and off. James was nude once more in front of the assembled women.

Nicky stepped back holding the gown and James’s big penis swung back to point straight out at the young girl.

“Very good Nicky,” Dr Wang said, “Always remember girls, the nurse is in charge of the patient… the doctor is present to diagnose, to treat and to decide on procedure, but the nurse is in charge of the patient at all times. It is her role to ensure the patient is properly prepared for whatever procedure the doctor may require to be performed… In this case James must have his gown removed as he must be fully nude before the ESA procedure can commence.”

“… Well done Nicky… You can dispose of the used gown in the basket over there,” Dr Wang said as she pointed to the corner of the room. “Now… who wants to help James up onto the CMB?”

Dr Wang smiled broadly, “… I guess you all do!” she said as the three young girls eagerly volunteered to help.

“You come and stand on that side of the bench Lucy… you too Karen… I’ll need you to help James put his right leg in position,” Dr Wang told the girls, “Nicky, you and I will help James up onto the CMB… Okay James, face me and sit back on the bench… good now hold tight and let me and the girls do all the work…”

Lucy and Karen had big grins on their faces as they stepped forward towards James and his big penis. Now it was their turn, they thought, to get a feel of that monster lurking between James’ legs.

James would rather have got himself onto the bench. He could see quite easily what needed to be done in order to lie down on the bench and expose himself in front of the girls. ‘If I’m going to have to spread my legs wide open for Dr Wang’s medical procedure, then at least let me do it on my own,’ he thought.

“Lucy, lean over and hold of James’ arm… good, now pull it towards you… relax James. Now Karen grip James’ thigh just above his knee… James, lean back and let Lucy and Karen manoeuvre you onto the bench.” Dr Wang instructed the girls as they turned James round so that he found himself half on and half off the padded bench, “Take note how of how you are positioning James on the CMB girls… you’ll be expected to remember how to prepare boys for this procedure if you decide to become full-time nurses at the clinic.”

Dr Wang turned to Nicky standing by her side: “Take hold of James’ left leg Nicky… that’s it… take hold of the leg about halfway between the knee and the ankle with your right hand… good… now steady yourself… you’ll find it easier if you slide your hand up James thigh… that’s right… a bit higher… good… now Nicky, push him onto the bench… Lucy and Karen, you pull James further towards you… not that hard, girls… you don’t want to pull him right off!”

The three girls found they could easily swing James round until he was straddling the bench. However, the momentum of the swing made James’ still semi-erect penis flop over and smack Karen on the wrist. She jumped and let go of James’ leg and squealed:

“Oh… Dr Wang… his penis… it touched me…!”

Dr Wang could see that Karen was deliberately over-reacting, but decided to play along.

“Now Karen don’t get upset, nurses have to get used to this sort of thing happening. Boys… especially boys with large genitals like James… have little control over their penises. Casual penis contact… that is penis contact other than for purely medical reasons… cannot be avoided in situations like this… I suggest we have a penis familiarity session for you girls…”

Dr Wang looked up at Lori, “Do you think James would be willing to help us?”

Lori nodded, “Oh, I’m sure James would love to help these girls with their cadet training…” she said and looked towards James, “You’d let Dr Wang use your penis for a familiarity session, wouldn’t you honey?”

Before James had a chance to say that he wasn’t sure, Lori turned back to Dr Wang and said: “That’s that great thing with nudists… they just don’t mind giving a helping hand… or a helping anything!… isn’t that right?” she added looking at James again.

James knew he couldn’t argue and once more he was forced to agree with Lori: “Sure thing, Lori… sure, I’ll help out Dr Wang… anytime…”

Dr Wang was overjoyed: “That is good of you James… You just don’t know how hard it can be for the clinic to get boys to volunteer for penis familiarity sessions… It makes a huge difference when we can get hold of a boy willing and eager to go that extra distance… I can’t tell you of the lengths we have to go to get a firm commitment from some boys…”

“… the girls who volunteer for cadet training at the clinic are all very keen to get as much experience as possible when it comes to handling a boy’s penis… you know, sometimes the younger girls just can’t seem to get to grips with the male genitalia... we find they need a firm hand to guide them…”

Lori smiled at her boyfriend’s naiveté. She found it so touching that he completely missed Dr Wang’s none too subtle emphasis on certain words.

Dr Wang continued to give her instructions to Lucy, Karen and Nicky. James allowed himself to be eased back until he was lying flat on the bench with his legs dangling over the sides. His left leg was held by Karen and the right by Nicky. James’ penis was once more sticking straight up like a flagpole.

James had closed his eyes as he was eased backwards in a desperate attempt to blot out what was happening to him. Now, as he opened them again and looked up, he was mortified to find he was staring straight into a mirror that had been swung into position above his head. It was set at such an angle that he could clearly see his penis pointing upwards.

Dr Wang saw the puzzled look on James’ face: “Ah… I see you’re wondering about the mirror James,” James nodded, “The mirror is there so you can watch the ESA procedure. We’ve noticed that boys lying flat on their backs on the CMB can get upset because they find it difficult to see exactly what’s happening to them during the ESA. Some boys get so distressed because of this, they have difficulty in maintaining a sufficiently viable erection for optimum sperm delivery…”

“… by placing a mirror above the CMB," Dr Wang continued, addressing the young cadets as well as James, "the boy can see precisely what the nurse is doing during the sperm extraction procedure… It is also very important for the nurse or doctor carrying out the ESA to be able to see the subject’s head, as facial expressions are a very good indicator of how the procedure is progressing… but for the moment girls, I think we’d better finish getting James settled on the CMB…”

With the mirror hanging over his head James realised that if he could see his penis reflected in it, there was no way he could avoid seeing the young cadet nurses as well and that meant he couldn’t avoid seeing their reactions as he pumped out his sperm in the midst of his climax. Which ever way he turned they’d be there and he’d see them… watching him… watching him ejaculate.

“Okay… Karen and Lucy, I want you to lift up James’ leg and hook it over the top leg-bar,” Dr Wang instructed, “Good… now ease James’ lower leg back so that the bottom leg-bar is in front of his foot… good… now we need to keep the leg in place… Michelle?”

Michelle stepped forwards and made one or two final adjustments. James found his right leg was held immoveable, just as Nicky was being shown how to secure his left leg. In a few minutes James was lying back on the CMB with his legs stretched wide apart, unable to move his lower body. He looked from left to right and listened as Dr Wang gave further instructions:

“Now James, I want you to raise your arms above your head… good. Now pay attention girls, because I’ll be expecting you to do this in future when James attends the clinic…”

This was news to James… Nobody said anything about doing this… this ‘procedure’ again… He opened his mouth to start to speak, but got no further as Dr Wang carried on briskly with her explanation:

“… we pull this lever here and that allows us to adjust the grip bar to the boy’s arm-stretch… James, lock your elbows… straight out… as far as you can reach… good, now hold on to the bar… Michelle, would you finish off?”

Michelle deftly secured James to the bar by his wrists and by the operation of another lever, succeeded pulling James comfortably taut along the length of the CMB. James tried to flex his body but found that he was unable to move.

“Now all we need do girls is to adjust the height and angle of the CMB so that we can reach James’ genitals easily. Remember the procedure can be quite prolonged, so we have to make sure the nurse is comfortably positioned… Michelle?”

Sunday, 14 August 2011

James At The Clinic – Part 4

The three young girls, Karen, Lucy and Nicky, each wearing their crisp white cadet uniforms, stood transfixed at the sight of James on the treadmill. Both Karen and Lucy had their mouths wide open in disbelief as they stared at James’ enormous penis as it slapped and bounced from thigh to thigh. Now that James had broken into a run, even Lori, who was used to seeing James in the nude, couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing. Dr Wang smiled with satisfaction. She knew what the ETT entailed and both she and Nurse Deerborn had conspired to put James through this quite pointless test. The data being recorded on the ECG was of no possible use to anyone.

“Very good James!” Dr Wang called out in encouragement, “We’re getting some good figures here… do you think you can go faster?”

James, so fit he’d barely broken out into a sweat, replied: “Sure… no problem… faster please nurse…”

Dr Wang and Nurse Deerborn exchanged glances. Everyone had their eyes on James’ penis as Nurse Deerborn pressed the control that increased the speed of the treadmill belt. This time James felt the belt begin to slope upwards so that he had to work harder as he was forced to run uphill.

“Omygod…!” Lucy squealed as she saw James big penis bounce up and hit his solar plexus. The meaty slap was followed by two cracks in quick succession as James’ penis, now totally out of control, hit the top of each thigh, left then right.

Dr Wang was, for a moment, shocked at the violence with which James’ penis was smacking against his body. She had never seen a sight quite like this. As she had said to James earlier, he was an extremely fit young man. To detect any meaningful changes in his ECG waves, James had to exert himself much harder than anyone less fit than he was.

“Keep going James…” Dr Wang encouraged him, “We’re just beginning to see some good data coming through… can you stay on longer?”

“Sure, doctor… sure I can… faster please, nurse…”

James felt the angle of the treadmill become steeper as the speed of the belt increased. The glint of fresh sweat could be seen on his upper body… but nobody was looking there… they were all mesmerised by the sight and sound of James’ penis as it pummelled his thighs, hips and waist. James was now exerting himself so much that, apart from feeling the sting of his penis as it lashed against his body, he was almost oblivious to the fascinated stares of the women around him.

James’ testicles too were receiving their share of punishing swings and slaps as his unsupported genitals were tossed about between his pounding thighs.

Inevitably, along with the violent movement of his genitals came a degree of stimulation and it was slowly becoming apparent that James’ penis wasn’t quite as flaccid as before. The girls noticed how the bouncing penis appeared stiffer, less flexible.

It was Lucy who pointed and drew attention to it, “Dr Wang… um, is…?”

Dr Wang leant forward in a fairly dispassionate, professional way, “There is a certain amount of stiffening of James’ penis, if that’s what you mean, Lucy… can you see it too Karen? Nicky?”

The girls all agreed they could see the big, bouncing penis crashing about between James’ legs, had got noticeably longer and stiffer now he was being made to work that much harder on the treadmill.

“How are you feeling James? Can you give us a few more minutes of data? You really are giving us a great performance… datawise…”

James was now feeling the strain of the treadmill test and was perspiring freely. His penis continued to smash against his thighs and a fine mist of sweat could be seen trickling down his legs as his bare feet pounded the treadmill.

“… okay… thanks… Doctor… Wang… I’m… okay… for…a… bit… longer…”

James was clearly stretching himself… pushing himself. But that was James. Despite the discomfort of his penis bashing into his legs and lower body, despite  his testicles swinging and being squashed between his pumping thighs, James gave of his best. It’s what made him such a competitive swimmer. Coach Holmes could see his ambition and drive to win were second to none. That’s what defined James.

So James stayed on the treadmill. He stayed on until Dr Wang could see from her monitors that he was getting perilously close to the plateau at which his muscle’s need for oxygen outstripped his cardio-vascular system’s ability to deliver it.

“Okay James… James, that was a great performance, but I’ve got to stop you now… okay,” Dr Wang nodded to Nurse Deerborn, “… Nurse Deerborn is going to slow the treadmill down… I want you to slow your pace… okay, James? Good, just take your time. Nurse Deerborn will help slow you down… that’s good…”

James reached out to grasp hold of the rails at the side of the treadmill. He was panting heavily as he paced himself down to a halt. It was clear that he’d put all his effort into the test and was now hardly aware of the girls staring in awe at his penis which had swung to a rest before their eyes pointing straight out towards them, parallel to the floor.

Lori stepped forwards. She’d picked up a small towel and proceeded to dry his glistening torso.

“Come on let’s get you back to the table… You need to rest while Dr Wang unplugs you…” she said.

James looked at her, still unaware that his monster penis was pointing towards Nicky, Lucy and Karen. His hair was damp and matted. He was still breathing heavily, but his smile was to die for.

“Did I do okay…?” he asked Lori.

It was Dr Wang who answered as she helped James back onto the bench, “That was great, James. I think we got the best ever data-set for a boy your age… a really excellent performance…”

James lay back with his penis pointing straight up towards the ceiling like a throbbing flagpole.

As Dr Wang started to unplug the ECG cables from the pads stuck to James’ body, she looked up at the cadets, “… you can help me girls… Karen, Lucy… you stand on that side and Nicky, you stand next to me. Now I want you to take off the sticky pads…”

Three pairs on hands were soon at work and James winced as the girls tugged at the pads.

“Careful girls… You’ll find it a lot easier and more comfortable for James if you place the palm of one hand flat on the flesh surrounding the pad… pull lightly and ease the pad off with your other hand… gently!”

James felt the eager hands of the three girls as they pressed their palms against his bare flesh. Even after his exertion on the treadmill, he found it difficult not to respond to the touching. He was still panting quite heavily, trying to regulate his breath and as James’ chest and abdomen heaved up and down, so too did his big penis.

Lori had moved so that she now stood facing the top of the bench, looking down on James’ head. She smiled at his up-turned face and saw him struggling with all the attention he was getting from Karen, Lucy and Nicky as their small hands tugged and pulled at the ECG pads.

Lori didn’t  resent in the slightest the obvious pleasure young girls were experiencing as they touched and felt her boyfriend’s nude body. She looked down at James with a sense of pride and a warm heart. That she should be so lucky to have such wonderful, loyal and touchingly innocent person as her boyfriend, was a constant source of amazement to Lori. He was such a nice guy that she’d love him even if he didn’t have such an astonishingly huge penis.

“Nicky, you’ll need to be extra careful with that pad…” Dr Wang said as she pointed to one that had been stuck on James’ upper thigh, “… You’ll need to put your left hand just… James, could you open your thighs a little wider?... Good… alright Nicky, push your hand right round the top of James’ thigh… good, now squeeze tight and with your other hand pull the pad from the thigh… excellent… Okay… Nicky…Nicky… you can let go of James’ thigh now…” Dr Wang smiled at her girlish enthusiasm.

“Okay girls I think that will do for now…” Dr Wang said as she draped the ECG leads back over the machine, “We need to get James down to ESA for the next assessment… James, are you okay to move now?”

“Yes, I think so doctor,” James replied as he grew nervous about the next ‘assessment’. What was the ESA? he wondered. This treadmill thing had been bad enough. Could it be worse than that?

“Just take your time, James. Nurse Dearborn and Tiffany are here to help if you need them…”

James stood up slowly and once more Lori took hold of his hand.

“Take it easy, honey… take your time,” Lori said as she helped James off the bench, “Tiffany is getting your gown and we’ll have you in ESA in no time…”

“Lori, what is ESA… what does it mean?” James asked.

“It’s nothing… just another test I’m afraid,” Lori assured him, “Dr Wang wants to get to the bottom of this problem you’ve been having… I do too… It’ll be okay, you’ll see… be brave honey…”

James looked doe-eyed at Lori: “Sure thing…” then he lowered his voice, “I want to find out too… about ‘it’…”

Tiffany walked over with James’ gown. James stretched out his arms and let Tiffany pull it on. In a few moments his was ready. James’ big penis was still engorged and stuck out from under the hem of the junior gown.

Dr Wang led the way, followed by James and his entourage.

It wasn’t long before they reached their destination and came to a halt outside a door. On the door a plate read ‘Ejaculation & Sperm Assessment’.

James looked up at the door plate, looked around himself at the nurses and girls, looked back up at the plate again and felt weak at the knees.

Lori squeezed his hand: “We’ve got to find out what’s causing your penis problems…” James swallowed hard, then nodded bravely.

Dr Wang led him and Lori into the room, followed by the cadet nurses. Like all the consultation rooms in the clinic the lighting was bright and the walls white-tiled. James immediately noticed spotlights had been placed strategically around an ominous-looking examination bench which took up most of the space in the middle of the room. Michelle stood by the bench. She was wearing a thin clear polythene apron. She smiled sweetly at James. James’ legs turned to jelly.

Dr Wang called the cadets to arrange themselves around the bench. Lori looked at it with fascination; James looked worried.

“This,” Dr Wang announced, “is a standard Clinical Masturbation Bench, or CMB as it is known. James has very kindly consented to demonstrate for us how it is used…” Lori again squeezed her boyfriend’s hand in encouragement.

Dr Wang continued: “… for now I want you all to familiarise yourselves with the CMB… as you can see, the main feature is the padded board which supports the boy’s back. Once the boy is positioned and secured on the CMB, the top of the bench can be adjusted to whatever angle is required for the procedure…”

At the sound of the words ‘positioned and secured’ James panicked and very nearly ran from the room. It was quite bad enough to be surrounded by a group of young cadet nurses, all eager to see him nude again, but the thought of being somehow ‘secured’ on the bench was deeply disturbing. If it wasn’t for Lori standing next to him and holding his hand, James may well have fled.

“… the boy’s legs are held in place by means of these bars which protrude from either side of the frame supporting the bench … The first set of bars… these ones at the top… are designed to fit behind the knees of the subject and these shorter bars lower down are where the subject hooks the front of his ankles…”

The cadets came forward and examined the leg bars of the CMB. There were one or two questions from the girls who didn’t quite understand how it worked, but Dr Wang assured them they would have ample time to study the CMB in use, once James had taken his place on the bench.

“… now, once the subject has his legs in place he leans back… naturally with his legs secured each side of the CMB, the width of the bench ensures the subject’s thighs are held apart…”

“This is the point at which the duty nurse would help the boy to ease himself back into a relaxed position, but today you girls…” Dr Wang smiled at Nicky, Lucy and Karen, “… will each be given a chance to help James position himself on the CMB ready for the ESA procedure…”

“… when properly positioned on the CMB the boy’s hips will be pushed forward so that his genitals are presented for full inspection and are at their optimum position for manipulation during the procedure…”

James felt weak with nerves and he was grateful that Lori had taken his hand. She leant over and whispered in his ear: ‘I’m so proud of you James. It’s so unselfish of you to help these nursing cadets understand these procedures. Not every boy would want to help out like this. Dr Wang is so grateful…’

“… all that remains is to secure the boy’s arms,” Dr Wang continued, “It is vital his hands and arms are kept out of the way during the ESA procedure, so we stretch the boy’s arms above his head to this bar here…”

Dr Wang pointed to a short bar a good arm’s-length above the head-rest on the apparatus at the top of the back-support.

“… if you think he can be trusted, the boy simply grips hold of this bar during the procedure, but in most cases and certainly during a prolonged procedure, the boy must have his wrists secured to the bar… I hope you can all see that in this way, with his legs held at this end by means of these bars and his arms secured at this end above his head, the boy will be held and presented for the commencement of the ESA.”

Dr Wang looked meaningfully at James, “There’s nothing to worry about, James… all you have to do is lie back on the CMB and try to relax… we’ll be doing all the work this time. You did extremely well on the treadmill for the ETT and I’ve every reason to believe you’ll perform just as impressively during the ESA…”

Friday, 12 August 2011

Scott’s Story – Part 1

My name is Scott Harris. I am in my mid-teens. It would be too embarrassing to tell you my exact age for reasons I’m sure will quickly become all too apparent. If I were to tell you how old I was, I don’t think you would believe me, especially when you find out what I’ve had put up with over this last year. Your first instinct would probably be to wonder why I didn’t rebel, like any other normal teenager. But the truth is that it’s too late for that now… far too late. I let myself get into this mess, so I’ve no one to blame but myself…

Where to start? Well, I suppose I’d better get it over with and tell you that I have a baby-sitter. Does that shock you… that a boy of my age should have a baby-sitter? That’s the reason I don’t want to tell you my exact age. She… yes, she… is three years younger than I am and a year older than my sister Rosie.

It gets worse. Despite being the oldest by far, I am treated as if it were me who was the youngest! You can’t imagine what’s it’s like. I was told by mum that I have to do exactly what Emily, that's my baby-sitter, tells me to do and being told what to do by a girl three years my junior is no joke.

Okay, having told you that, I’ll describe a typical evening when my baby-sitter is ‘on duty’…

I finish school at 3.30 and I have to head straight home. I don’t know why, as I’m always back first (Emily and Rosie go to different schools). I’m not allowed a front-door key, so I can’t let myself into the house. Emily’s been given a key and she normally collects my sister from her school. More often than not they stop off at Take-A-Shake for a smoothie on their way home and occasionally meet some of their friends there, so sometimes I have to wait for maybe an hour before they turn up. I daren’t bunk off as I never know what time to expect them. It’s not too bad having to wait, just boring when I could be inside doing something useful… if I was allowed a door-key. But what makes it worse, much worse, is if it’s raining.

There’s nowhere to shelter from the rain and I daren’t move away from the front door in case Emily gets back with my sisters. They have umbrellas, but needless to say I’m not allowed one as my school (it’s an all-boys school) doesn’t let boys bring them to school as ‘they are too dangerous’. But if it’s dangerous for boys to have umbrellas, surely they’re dangerous for girls as well… it doesn’t make sense. But then a lot of things don’t make sense to me…

By the time Emily gets to the house I’m usually soaked to the skin... I’m sure that when it’s raining she takes longer to get back on purpose …  But even being soaked to the skin doesn’t compare to when it rains and there’s a gale blowing in the middle of the winter. Then it’s really bad… I’m freezing cold and my school uniform is wet through, but there’s also something else which makes winter a particularly awful time for me… you see… I’m not allowed to wear ‘longs’… long trousers, that is.

This is so embarrassing, but I guess I ought to tell why…

It was Emily’s idea… what a surprise… yes, my baby-sitter (what’s it got to do with her what I wear to school… it’s bad enough to have to wear a school uniform). Well, one day Emily convinced mum that it would be far better for me to wear short trousers to school (and as it quickly turned out, short trousers for the rest of the time too, because when I came home one day I found that all my longs had gone).

Mum had bought me my first pair of longs a few years ago and I’d been allowed to wear them to school ever since… until Emily decided that it would be much healthier, as well as smarter, for me to wear short trousers to school again.

I can tell you that being put back into short trousers after wearing longs has to be one of the worse things that’s happened to me since Emily became my baby-sitter… and that’s saying something! You can’t imagine what it was like for me to walk to school that first day back in short trousers… I thought I’d die from shame when I walked into the classroom.

Then, when I sat down at my desk, the thigh-baringly short trousers that Emily selected for me to wear actually rode up so far that I could feel the cold wooden bench as it touched the bare lower curves of my bottom!

As you may have gathered Emily takes me to the Boys’ Outfitters and because mum doesn’t trust me to buy my own clothes, Emily decides what I’m allowed to wear. Mum gives her the money to buy all my clothes now.

Forgive me if I get a bit side-tracked, but it’s taken a lot of will-power for me to finally sit down and write this… and I’m still not sure how much to tell.

I started to relate what happened when it rained and I was stuck outside the house waiting for Emily and my younger sister to arrive…

It was a bitterly cold day just over a week ago and the rain had been lashing down all afternoon and there I was getting wetter and wetter and colder and colder, until I was soaked to the skin and still Emily and Rosie hadn’t returned.

I’d begged mum for a spare key now it was getting colder and the nights were drawing in, but mum said that I’d only lose the key somewhere and she didn’t want to have to change the locks ‘all over again’… but that was ages ago! (I’d been entrusted with a key to the back door so I could let myself in one Saturday afternoon after football. The key had dropped out of a hole in my trouser pocket and mum was convinced a burglar would find it and rob us, so she had all the locks changed. Although I couldn’t understand how the burglar would know where we lived as there was nothing attached to the key to tell anyone our address).

Anyway, there I was standing outside the house, freezing cold and soaking wet, looking through the windows. It was beginning to get dark and the inside of the house looked so warm and cosy. Even the unheated front porch looked welcoming… at least it was dry. The porch, which was glazed with clear glass from the top down to a low wall which was maybe a foot high, looked a bit like a very small conservatory. We had a short drive up from the reasonably quite road in which we lived. The porch could be seen from the road as mum refused to have a hedge or a fence, in case burglars (she had a thing about burglars) tried to break into the house. She said she didn’t want to give them something to hide behind while they got into the house through the front door.

Eventually Emily and Rosie, my sister, arrived. I swear I’d been standing there in the freezing cold for over an hour. My legs were blue with the cold and my school uniform was wet through. Rosie gleefully told me how Emily and she had stopped for a shake on the way home and had met some friends. I was furious, but I bit my tongue because I just wanted to get into the warm house and dry off. Then Emily said:

“… and it was raining so hard and we were having such a nice time talking to our friends, that I treated Rosie to another shake…”

The water was streaming down my face and it spluttered off my lips as I very nearly said something I would’ve regretted… so I had to satisfy myself with puffing my cheeks in frustration as more water splashed off my face.

Anyway, Emily got her key out of her bag and opened the porch-door. She let Rosie in and then turned to me just as I was about to put my foot on the threshold.

“Wait there Scottie, while I get something to put your wet clothes into…” Emily must have seen the exasperated expression on my face, because she added as she was about to close the door, “You can’t come inside like that, you’re far too wet… I won’t be long…” And with that the door clicked shut, leaving me outside in the rain. I watched through the glass of the porch as Emily unlocked the inner front-door and she and Rosie went into the house. I caught a fleeting glimpse of the cosy, carpeted hall before the front door was shut again

I looked up to the heavens and screamed to myself, “Of course I’m wet!! What do you expect!! I’ve been waiting here for over an hour!!!”

Needless to say I was kept waiting for a further fifteen minutes outside in the bitter cold, lashing rain. It was starting to get gloomy and it wouldn’t be long before it was dark. I was wet. I was freezing cold. And I was hungry.

While I was waiting outside Mrs Evans from Number 23 walked past and saw me standing in front of the porch looking like a drowned rat.

“Are you alright there Scott?” she asked as she adjusted her umbrella, “Have you locked yourself out, or something?”

I assured her that I was just waiting for a ‘friend’ (how could I possibly say ‘my baby-sitter’?) to let me in as I was a bit wet having got caught in the rain.

“You should have taken your mackintosh to school this morning,” She looked at my bare legs which had turned blue with the cold, “Aren’t you a bit cold in just those short trousers? You should ask your mum for some longs… you’re old enough to wear long trousers now, aren’t you Scott?” 

“It wasn’t raining when I went to school this morning, Mrs Evans,” I replied, then dreading having to explain why I wasn’t allowed to wear longs, when I heard the inner door open. I turned, relived to see Emily as she stepped into the porch holding a laundry basket. She waved to Mrs Evans, closed the inner door and opened the outer door. My heart sank. Would Mrs Evans find out about Emily’s true role in the household?

“Are you helping out, dear?” she asked Emily.

Emily stood blocking the door, making no move to let me in out of the cold, while she replied to Mrs Evans: “Oh, I’m always looking after Scottie and his sister for Mrs Harris… if I wasn’t around I’ve no doubt Scottie would have come straight into the house still wearing those wet clothes and dripped water all over the place …”

“I know exactly what you mean, dear… boys!” Mrs Evans replied.

It was then that the awful truth hit me… What did Emily just say? I’ve no doubt Scottie would have come straight into the house still wearing those wet clothes and dripped water all over the place … Did she mean what I thought she meant?!

Thankfully Mrs Evans decided she needed to get home and walked off, leaving me still stuck outside in the rain, which seemed to getting heavier all the time, and Emily on the threshold of the outer-door.

“Right…” Emily said, “You’d better get those wet clothes off…”

“Can’t I come inside… pleeeez, Emily… Pleeeez… It’s freezing out here…”

“You’ll get water everywhere, Scottie,” she looked me up-and-down, “You’re soaking wet… the sooner we get those wet clothes off the sooner you can come indoors…”

“Pleeeez, Emily…” I felt ashamed to be pleading with Emily like this… for heavens sake she was three years younger than I was! “Pleeeez, Emily, I’m freezing… besides it’s only the porch. I won’t come into the house… promise… just let me in, I’m so cold…”

Emily looked at me suspiciously, “… okay, but promise you won’t try and get in the house ‘til I’ve got you dried?”

“Yes… yes… of course… just let me into the porch and I’ll stay there, honest…”

I think I was actually in tears at this point… but with all the water running down my face, no-one would have known.

Emily stood to one side and let me past.

The porch was unheated and felt just as cold as it was outside, but at least it was dry. Before I had chance to say anything Emily had unbuttoned my wet blazer and taken off my school cap.

“We’ll have to dry those off in the laundry-room…” she said before quickly removing my school tie, “Right… off with those shoes. You’d better leave those in here for the time being… and while you’re about it we’ll have those socks off as well…”

I did as I was told and bent over to take off my shoes. The laces were so wet that it took me a while and I managed to get them all tangled up. I could see that Emily was annoyed, but I got my shoes off and set about pulling my long grey school socks off. They were soaking. I held them up and water poured from them. Emily made me go outside and squeeze some of the water out before putting them in the laundry-basket.

As I said the rain was coming down harder, so when I went outside without my blazer on, my grey school shirt got even wetter!

Back inside the porch again and Emily started to unbutton my school shirt. She pulled it out of my short trousers and then peeled it off me. It was dripping wet. My stomach turned as Emily decided that the shirt too needed to be squeezed out outside like the socks.

“… but, Emily pleeeez…” but it was no good arguing and I went outside again and this time got my school vest, which had been almost dry, soaked as well.

Into the porch once more and it was time for Emily to take off my short school trousers…

In no time Emily had my trousers off and into the laundry-basket. She stood in front of me and looked pointedly at my school vest and underpants… all I had left on.

“… oh… Emily… pleeeez… no, not my… pleeeez!”

But it was no use my pleading. Emily was exceptionally single-minded. My soaking wet school uniform had to come off… and that meant vest and underpants as well!

“Don’t be silly Scottie… you can’t stand there in wet underwear, you’ll catch your death… and besides, I’ve seen everything there is to see about you…”

Emily was certainly right about that last bit, but it wasn’t her seeing me with no clothes on I was worried about… it was anyone else!

“Come on, Scottie… the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get you properly dry…”

Oh well, I thought… I’ll only be bare out here for a few seconds while Emily takes off my wet vest and underpants… and besides it’s nearly dark now, so even if anybody did walk past, I doubt they’d see into the porch.

I bent forwards so that Emily could reach up and grab my school vest. The vest was wet and I was wet, so Emily pulled as I twisted and together we eventually got the white cotton vest off. I gulped… there was nothing left but my underpants. Emily turned me round to face the glass outer-door and I felt her fingers push into the waistband of the underpants…

I felt horribly vulnerable as I felt my school underpants being tugged down. I told myself that it was almost dark in the porch… that no-one could possibly see me… that I’d soon be inside…

Emily had pulled my underpants right down to my ankles. I bent over and unhooked them from my feet. Emily took them from me and placed them in the laundry-basket, along with the rest of my clothes…

“Now stay there until I get some towels…”

“What!... But Emily… I thought… but… Emily… Pleeeez!... It’s freezing out here… Pleeeez… don’t leave me out here with nothing on!”

I simply couldn’t believe it…

“Don’t be silly Scottie, you can’t come in the house until you’re dry… I’ll just get your clothes down to the laundry-room, then I’ll get some towels and we’ll get you nice and dry… I shouldn’t be more than five minutes…”

With that Emily picked up the laundry-basket, turned, opened the inner front-door, stepped through and closed the door behind her. I was too stunned to speak…

There I was soaking wet, standing bare-nude in the unheated freezing cold porch, prevented from entering my own house by my babysitter, Emily, who was three years my junior. Things could hardly get worse. The only possible crumb of comfort was that it was now so dark that thankfully there was no possibility of anyone seeing my plight…

Above my wet, matted hair, the bright porch-light flicked on…

Now I did swear… Shit!!

My heart thumped and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets…

Holy shit!!

I looked at the glass outside windows… they were like a mirror now. I saw myself reflected… I was standing looking horrified… nude, completely bare-nude and terrified because I knew that although I couldn’t see out… anyone passing by our house could now see me standing bare-nude in the brightly lit porch!!

I’ve never felt more vulnerable and exposed in my life as it dawned on me that I wouldn’t even know if someone had seen me… but if someone had… who?

My stomach turned somersaults…

… it was going to be the longest five minutes of my life…

Wednesday, 3 August 2011

James At The Clinic – Part 3

“I hope you can all see James’ penis,” Dr Wang told the assembled cadet nurses, “Don’t be afraid to move a bit closer… Karen and Lucy come this side… Nicky, you stand there… good, now you can see James’ penis better.”

James still stood, resolutely, desperately keeping his eyes focussed on the far wall of Dr Wang’s office.

“That’s it girls… Now James, what is it you wanted to see me about. We’ve established it’s to do with your penis. Would you mind telling these young girls what it is about your penis that’s brought you here today…” Dr Wang’s words were not so much a question as an instruction, to which James was obliged to reply by drawing even more attention to his penis.

With a remarkable display of willpower, James had managed to keep his penis under control. The tumescence he’d felt had caused his penis to move and hang away from his body, but there it stayed. How long James could hold out was anybody’s guess.

With his head still held straight and his eyes fixed on the wall across the room, James stuttered: “I… it… my… I… can’t…”

“It’s alright, James,” Dr Wang said sympathetically, “Take your time… when you’re ready… the girls have to know what it is about your penis you’re here to see me about…”

James drew a deep, deep breath, just as he would before plunging into a swimming pool: “My penis keeps getting stiff… I mean my penis gets erect… I mean I get erections and I-I can’t make them go away… and…”

Dr Wang, again using her best bedside manner, gave James some more encouragement, “… and… yes, you get erections… perfectly natural for a boy of your age…” she turned towards the cadet nurses and explained, “Boys like James’ commonly have spontaneous erections. These erections can occur at the most inopportune moments when it can cause a boy acute embarrassment, even distress in some cases.”

“Now James… what is it about these erections that’s causing you so much concern?”

At this point Lori decided to step in and offer her support to her boyfriend:

“They’re causing James awful embarrassment when he’s practicing his nudism,” Lori explained, “I know he’s putting on a brave face, but when his big penis won’t go down for hours on end, I’m afraid James gets himself into such a state that I don’t know what to do to calm him down. You’ve seen how big it gets doctor… James really does begin to panic when his penis just stays all hard and stiff.”

“Have you tried masturbation?” Dr Wang enquired.

“Oh yes, you have, haven’t you James?” James nodded and his face flushed yet again. Was there no end to this embarrassment? “But no matter how many times James masturbates,” Lori continued, “his big penis stays fully erect. He’s even got me to masturbate him, but it still stays hard, doesn’t it James?”

By now James’ throat was as dry as dust, but he managed to agree.

“Hmm…” Dr Wang again turned to the cadet nurses who were finding it difficult to keep themselves from showing their excitement at the thought of working in the clinic, “Lori and I have discussed James’ ability to produce large quantities of sperm,” she told the young girls, “and it occurs to me that over-production of sperm may be causing the erections that James is experiencing… Nurse Deerborn, would you assist me for a moment…”

Tiffany was still standing to one side of James, holding his gown up so that everyone could see his penis. Now Nurse Deerborn stepped forward and under the direction of Dr Wang took hold of James’ penis and lifted it up. Dr Wang then placed the palm of her hand underneath James’ testicles and held them up for inspection. She encouraged the young cadets to come even nearer to James so that they could examine his testicles more closely.

“It would appear that we need to consider releasing sperm more frequently…”

Lori interrupted, “… would that explain why James shoots… oh, I’m sorry doctor…”

“That’s alright Lori… I think you were about to tell us about James’ involuntary ejaculations…”

“That’s right doctor. Recently James has been ejaculating without even touching himself… isn’t that right honey…?” Lori looked up at her boyfriend, who, with great difficulty looked away from the spot on which he’d been concentrating on the far wall.

He quickly glanced down, “… yes…” and immediately flicked his head back up, biting hard on his lower lip as he did so. Beads of sweat ran down the side of his face as he fought to control his wayward penis. The closeness of the room. The nearness of the young girls. The feeling of hands on his penis and on his testicles. The hem of the gown tickling his abdomen. They all seemed to conspire in causing him waves of anguish. He knew that if he lost his concentration, even for a second, he wouldn’t be able to prevent an erection… and thought of having an erection in front of all the women and girls assembled in the room was more than James could bear.

“… and is the quantity of sperm emitted during an involuntary ejaculation of a comparable volume to that emitted during masturbation?”

Once more Lori raised her eyes up to look at James, “… I think so… I think you do too, don’t you honey…?”

This time James didn’t even move his head as between gritted teeth he managed to squeeze out his reply, “… sure…”

“Okay that’s fine…” Dr Wang observed as she rolled James’ big testicles backwards and forwards in the palm of her hand, although what was ‘fine’ James failed to understand. “Now that we’ve ascertained the problem James is experiencing girls, we need to carry out a couple of basic procedures. At this stage all we need to do is…”

James was left clueless as to what this was, as Nurse Deerborn interrupted: “Excuse me Doctor Wang, but we were due to take James for an ETT. Perhaps the girls would like to come and watch?”

“Yes that makes sense to me,” Dr Wang replied, “… yes we’ll need some base figures from the ETT before we take James to the ESA Room…”

James hadn’t a clue what these acronyms meant, but was so busy concentrating on the wall opposite that by the time he did think to ask, Dr Wang was already giving her orders:

“Nurse Deerborn… would you and Tiffany escort James to kinesiology. Michelle... I’d like you to go ahead and prepare the CMB in ESA We’ll need to set up the BP and HR monitors, plus ECG of course. Oh, and can you arrange for our girls to have copies of the print-outs… I want them to observe these procedures.”

James was completely baffled by all this talk and not a little anxious. He desperately wanted to ask what was going on, but suddenly everyone was busy. Dr Wang and Nurse Deerborn had taken their hands away from his genitals, Tiffany had dropped his gown back down. All three had quickly turned their backs and the only plus point as far as James was concerned was that his penis, although still slightly tumescent, had remained flaccid throughout his ordeal. James prayed it would remain that way. The thought that he might have an erection in front of the girl cadet nurses was agonising.

Lori saw his puzzled look and walked over to console her boyfriend. James, she thought, looked so sweet standing there wearing that oh-so short gown with his big penis hanging down, visible beneath the hem… and that look on his face, it just melted her heart. That a boy with such an unfeasibly large penis could be so shy was something of a mystery to her, but she found it endearing nonetheless. She thought that a boy with something like that swinging between his thighs would be proud to show it off.

Lori took hold of James’ hand and looked into his eyes: “It’ll be alright…”

“…but Lori, what are they talking about? It makes me nervous…”

“… just try to relax… everything will be alright,” Lori repeated, “… trust me, James…”

“Will you stay with me Lori?”

“Of course James… if that’s what you want, I’ll be there with you…” Lori said with a twinkle in her eyes.

Tiffany returned and took James by his other hand, “Time to get you along to kinesiology, James…”

“Tiffany, what’s this ETT thing that you want me to do?” James asked.

“Oh, that’s nothing to worry about… is it Barbara?”

“Of course not,” Nurse Deerborn said to assure James, “Don’t you worry about an ETT. It’s just a way of monitoring how your body reacts under physical stress. There’s no need to be concerned Dr Wang will be there throughout the procedure…”

“…but how does it work… what do I have to do?” James, already edgy, wasn’t at all consoled by these evasive answers.

As they walked down the corridor to the kinesiology lab, Tiffany, Lori and Nurse Deerborn chatted to each other, leaving James to worry in silence. They reached  kinesiology and as they walked in James could see Karen, Nicky and Lucy, the young cadets, standing around a treadmill. Next to them Dr Wang was busy sorting out the leads of an ECG machine and explaining to the cadets what James would be doing in front of them in a  few minutes time. They now knew far more than James what an ETT involved.

“Well let’s get started,” Dr Wang said when she saw James, “Tiffany would you remove James’ gown… I’m sorry the gown has to come right off for an ETT, James. We have to stick pads on you all over the place so we can connect these wires…”

Dr Wang waved the electrical leads to show James that there were indeed half a dozen or more wires which would be attached to pads placed on various parts of his body, “We also have to attach… thank you Tiffany, just leave the gown over there… a blood-pressure monitor to your arm…”

James stood completely nude facing everyone, fighting his natural urge to cover himself.

“… hop up onto the bench, James and we’ll get you plugged in…”

James did as he was told and under the gaze of everyone present climbed onto the bench and lay flat. His big penis flopped over the side of his left thigh as Dr Wang started to press sticky pads on various strategic parts of his body.

“You don’t know how lucky you are James… keeping your body so smooth you avoid a considerable amount of discomfort when it’s time to take these things off again…”

James smiled up at Dr Wang. For the first time since he’d met her, he thought how nice, how considerate she was. As she leant over him on the bench James was for a brief while shielded from the stares of the young cadet nurses. Lori came over to stand on the opposite side of the bench and her presence gave James the little bit of confidence he needed to ask Dr Wang what an ETT was and what he would have to do once the electrodes were attached.

“Well James, this procedure is called an Exercise Tolerance Test. It’s a means of raising your heart rate so that we can monitor how your heart performs under the stress of competitive sport, such as swimming. It’s commonly used in other areas of medicine… a standard procedure, so there’s nothing for you to worry about...”

Lori took hold of James’ hand and he felt assured by her presence.

“… I’m sure you’ll be able to provide us with some very valuable data James. Most boys get so embarrassed doing an ETT that we’re rarely able to capture data at the sort of performance levels we’d like,” Dr Wang said, as she continued to methodically press the pads on James’ body, “I explained our problem to Lori… I told her that when boys realise what’s happening, they simply refuse to exert  themselves on the treadmill and once that happens, it’s impossible for us to get any useful data… So Lori told me that you wouldn’t have any problems like that… you being a nudist… So we’re all very grateful to you James… I know you’ll give us only your very best.”

Although Dr Wang hadn’t said anything specific, she had left James in no doubt about the hazards of the treadmill for boys with no clothes on…

Dr Wang began to clip the ECG leads to the pads and explained to an increasingly nervous James:

“…once we’ve got you wired up I want you to step onto the treadmill… you’ve used a treadmill before? Yes? That’s good. When we start you’ll just be expected to walk fairly slowly… if you’re happy with that Nurse Deerborn will begin to gradually increase the pace until… we hope… your heart starts to work hard and pumps plenty of oxygenated blood into these fine muscles of yours… we’ll be monitoring and recording that activity on the ECG… Okay with that James?”

James nodded. He was very familiar with the treadmill… but he’d never tried using one in the nude before. His nervousness was causing his hands to sweat. It would have been bad enough having to run on the treadmill bare-nude in front of Dr Wang and the nurses… but in front of the young cadet nurses. He felt his stomach churn.

“Right,” Dr Wang continued, “We hope you’ll be able to stay on the treadmill long enough for us to get some data when you’re really pushing yourself, but if at any time you feel unwell or feel faint, tell Nurse Deerborn and she’ll slow the treadmill right back down again… That’s very important James… Much as I want to get the best results possible, I don’t want to do it at the expense of you getting injured…”

“Yes, I understand doctor… I’ll try my best…” James said, for the moment distracted from his audience by Dr Wang’s instructions.

“Now it maybe that we have to crank the treadmill right up to get some meaningful readings, that’s because you’re a very fit young man…”

James blushed… but not for the same reason that he soon would be!

“… I know that being a swimmer means you are constantly seeking to perfect you and your team’s performance through training and fitness regimes…”

“… everything’s ready Dr Wang…” Nurse Deerborn announced.

“Good… Okay, James? Here let me hold these wires up… Just one last thing, Nurse Deerborn needs to put this strap on your arm so we can monitor your blood pressure during the test…”

With these final few words James eased himself from the bench. He’d never in his life had all these pads and wires attached to his body and it felt rather strange. The girls had arranged themselves around the treadmill and watched expectantly as James climbed gingerly onto the belt.

“Okay, James,” Nurse Deerborn took over, “in a second I’ll start the treadmill and when you’re ready, I’ll increase the speed. If you’re happy at that speed, just say the word ‘faster’ and I’ll increase it a bit further and so on… okay?”

James nodded. Lori moved and stood on James’ left side. He looked over towards her and then he felt the belt beneath his feet begin to move…

Naturally James started to walk and just as naturally the meaty pendulum between his legs began to swing. He turned his head and looked towards Nurse Deerborn. As he did so James couldn’t help but see the eager faces of the young cadet nurses looking straight at him. He gulped.

“Faster please, nurse…”

Slowly the speed of the treadmill was increased and James had to walk a little faster. The swing of his mighty pendulum increased...

“… faster please…”

The treadmill gained more speed and James increased his pace to keep up… and as his pace increased, so did the swing of his pendulum…


The pendulum started to bounce from thigh to thigh…

“… faster please…”

Everyone in the room was quiet and all that could be heard was the whirr of the treadmill belt, the pounding of James’ feet… and the rhythmic slap, slap, slap, slap, slap of James’ penis as it bounced from one thigh to the other.

“Faster please nurse…”

This time James had to break into a run…