“Of course you are, Adam… just as long as this stays on where it belongs,” Coach Peters said in reply to Adam’s question - ‘this’ being of course the chastity cage that now encased Adam’s genitals.
Hand on heart, Adam couldn’t honestly say that he was as pleased as he thought he would’ve been at the news of his selection to join the Alpha Squad. In truth the loss of what might be called his ‘masturbation privileges’, alarming though it was, hadn’t quite sunk in. Sure, he regretted not finishing the surreptitious wank he’d had in his bedroom while Coach Peters was talking to his parents, but long term - a future of wankless frustration- no, that desert wasteland, barren of pleasure, hadn’t fully hit home.
“... AND you behave yourself, Adam,” his mother snapped, “... because if I ever find out that you’ve been playing with your… with yourself, I shall not hesitate to inform Coach Peters and tell her that you are no longer fit to be a member of the Alpha Squad… Do I make myself clear?”
Adam couldn’t believe the injustice of it… there he stood in the middle of the living-room naked save for a humiliating chastity cage and his mum was telling him that if she found out he’d had a wank, she’d get him slung out of the Squad. How could he possibly masturbate with this device locked onto his nob? Adam could see clearly that with this thing in place there was no room for an erection, never mind the chance of a wank. He wondered how other boys in the Alpha Squad managed.
“But, mum… how can I?” Adam blurted out, before he realised this was a tacit admission that he had indeed been masturbating.
“I’m sure Adam will behave himself… won’t you son?” Johnny Barrow, Adam’s father interjected, after all, like Adam, he couldn’t see how anyone could possibly play with themselves wearing one of Coach’s chastity cages.
His wife sniffed: “You haven’t managed to stop Adam from misbehaving so far, have you Johnny? So I’m not sure we should rely on his word that he’s been behaving himself. I want you to keep a much closer eye on Adam in future, Johnny… and if I even suspect our son has been masturbating I shall get on to Coach Peters straight away.”
Adam was shocked. He was so thrilled to be selected for the Alpha Squad and he couldn’t bear the thought of ever being thrown out of it again.
“I won’t, mum… I won’t, honest I won’t…”
It would have broken your heart to see Adam, a normal sixteen year old boy, pleading with his mum, begging her to believe in his future good behaviour. Adam possessed all the natural urges and desires of a boy his age and now he was committing himself to a life of chastity. Ruth Barrow hunched her shoulders and sniffed once more as if to say she’d believe that when she saw it.
It was down to Coach Peters to lighten the mood in the Barrow’s living-room.
“I’m sure Adam will set a fine example to all the boys who see him wearing his chastity cage. I’ve seen how dedicated he is. Once he sets his mind to achieving goals, there’s no boy in my experience like him. It’s all down to focus… focus, focus, focus and now that Adam has accepted that he needs to be in chastity and forget about wasting all his energies masturbating, I believe we’ll see great progress… won’t we Adam?”
“Sure thing, Coach,” Adam assured Coach Peters in that ‘aw-gee-shucks’ keen as mustard manner that so annoyed his mother. Quite where he got it from she didn’t know… probably from watching too much American television, she thought and sniffed disapprovingly.
“Now there are just one or two minor issues that we need to address…” Coach Peters said casually.
“Mum… can I go back to my bedroom now? I’ve got to finish my homework,” Adam asked. It wasn’t much fun standing with no clothes on in the living-room in front of his parents and Coach Peters. And he’d heard enough about chastity cages to be going on with, besides he wanted to have a closer look at the thing that had been locked onto his penis.
“I thought you’d have finished your homework by now, Adam…” his mum said with more than a hint of suspicion apparent in her voice. Now she knew that Adam had been masturbating, any tardiness on his behalf was now open to a new, quite shocking interpretation.
“It would be best if Adam stays while I run through the hygiene procedures and, er, certain other issues,” Coach Peters said, “It will be a lot easier to explain with him here in front of us…”
Johnny Barrow once more squirmed in his seat. His heart went out to his son stood a few feet away wearing nothing but that awful device. The two women in the room had made their positions with regard to masturbation very clear and appeared quite unconcerned for Adam’s modesty. The fact that he was nude didn’t bother them at all. Johnny was left with the distinct impression that anyone could walk into the room and neither woman would bat an eyelid. Indeed they would more than likely be treated to a full description of events so far.
Coach Peters, Johnny was sure, really did want to get the best performance possible from talented boys like Adam. If that meant putting them into permanent chastity, then that was a price worth paying for the greater good of the Squad. Boys in the Alpha Squad must - and here Johnny started to have doubts about his reasoning - these boys must somehow want to be controlled, to be denied the ability to masturbate. No, that couldn’t be right. Surely any healthy young boy told he’d have to accept enforced chastity would simply walk away… wouldn’t they? But they didn’t - well at least enough of them didn’t to form the Squad. That puzzled Johnny. Surely all the boys in the Squad couldn’t have mothers as strong-willed as Adam’s?
So what was it that made the Alpha Squad boys so compliant?
Johnny was so far immersed in his thoughts and speculations that he didn’t at first grasp what Coach Peters was saying.
“... these cuffs will keep Adam’s hands out of the way while his cage is unlocked and removed for cleaning. With his hands secured behind his back, Adam will be unable to handle his penis… is that clear?”
“Do we have to use the cuffs every time we take off the, er cage?” Johnny asked, shocked by this new development. The cage, it seemed, was only one of the steps involved in preventing Adam from playing with his penis. What next, Johnny wondered?
Ruth rolled her eyes up, astonished that her husband could be so slow on the uptake. She sighed audibly:
“Of course Adam needs to be prevented from touching himself… that’s what the cage is for, Johnny… and if the cage has to be taken off, then Adam has to have his hands held out of the way… I should have thought that was obvious, Johnny… you know boys aren’t to be trusted.”
Johnny blushed. It wasn’t pleasant to be criticised in this way in front of Coach Peters, never mind his son.
“All I was thinking, dear, was that if Adam was to hold his hands up behind his neck, for instance…” he said in an effort to save his dignity.
Coach Peters smiled: “If only boys could be trusted to do as they were told, Mr Barrow. I’m sure you have the best of intentions, but believe me when a boy has not been permitted to masturbate for a prolonged period… say eight or nine months, the temptation to touch his penis is overwhelming…”
Eight or nine months! Adam could hardly believe his ears. The thought of not being able to have a wank for months on end was appalling.
“That’s why we need to address another concern,” Coach Peters added.
“And what might that be?” Ruth Barrow said.
“Just because a boy is in chastity it doesn’t mean he stops producing certain, er bodily fluids,” Coach Peters explained, “Indeed, in certain cases I’ve known boys to actually increase the amount of these fluids their teenage bodies create. If this is not dealt with it can lead to problems… what one might call ‘uncontrolled leakage’ caused by the build up of these fluids...”
“It sounds perfectly disgusting,” Ruth interjected, “How do you deal with it?”
“Obviously we can’t allow this to happen… and it would be unfair to the boy’s parents to have to contend with their son’s over-active secretions, so boys in the Alpha Squad undergo regular sessions to drain them of their excess bodily fluids…”
This news sparked different reactions from each member of the Barrow family. Adam, fresh from the realisation he would be prevented from indulging in one of his favourite pastimes, was keen to know just what these sessions would involve in the hope that any outcome would at least bring with it the thrill he experienced when he masturbated. Johnny, for his part, simply couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Things went from bad to worse for boys in the Alpha Squad it seemed to him. Impressionable boys hoodwinked, as he saw it, into accepting strict chastity, a chastity enforced by locking a special cage over their young genitals… and now what? He felt obliged to ask Coach Peters what these ‘regular sessions’ consisted of and just how precisely were the unfortunate boys drained of their fluids. But before he had time to frame his questions his wife, Ruth had a few words of her own to say.
Ruth, upon hearing the words ‘excess bodily fluids’ was positively revolted… however, she was made of sterner stuff and knew where her duty lay. Boys, all boys, needed a firm hand if they were to be kept from getting above themselves. Johnny had been far too lenient with Adam and Ruth blamed herself for not being stricter with them both.
“I do trust you’re not going to tell me you pander to their baser instincts during these sessions,” she said, positively seething with indignation, “I simply couldn’t condone Adam’s presence in the Squad if these sessions of yours involved anything at all… sordid…”
“I can put your mind at rest straightaway, Mrs Barrow,” Coach Peters replied, “Boys are relieved of the buildup of their fluids by a process known as ‘milking’. This technique has been perfected by a fully qualified paediatrician and she always attends the sessions…”
“But I thought paediatricians were concerned with younger boys…”
“Her specialism,” Coach Peters interrupted Mrs Barrow, “...is the study of puberty in boys and I can assure you she views boys of Adam’s age as still very much within her remit. She has given freely of her time to the club… in particular the Alpha Squad team members. Adam will be seeing a lot of Dr. Shute in the coming weeks, I can assure of that.”
Johnny summoned up the courage to speak. He coughed… “Ahem… what exactly does this procedure involve, might I ask?”
Ruth was shocked at the forthright nature of her husband’s question: “Johnny!”
“... but I thought we should… and Adam of course… that Coach Peters should… should give us some idea of what’s involved…”
“I’m sure that if Coach Peters says that a qualified medical person is in attendance for these so-called milking sessions, then there is no need for us to concern ourselves with the details…”
“I’m sure that is the case, dear, but wouldn’t it be helpful to know what’s involved… I mean Adam might want to talk to us about it… what happens during the procedure… he might need reassuring…”
To his surprise, Coach Peters took Johnny’s side straightaway: “Yes, your husband is perfectly correct,” she said, addressing Ruth Barrow, “It does help the boys come to terms with the milking procedure if they feel their parents understand the process. Quite often boys… when they are milked for the first time, find they need reassurance and consolation… they can feel short-changed…”
“In what way ‘short-changed’,” Ruth asked.
“The girls who carry out the milking…”
Ruth was flabbergasted: “Girls!”
“Vicky Protheroe and Poppy Haydock have both been fully trained by Dr Shute to assist and, when required, to carry out full milkings…”
Adam couldn’t believe his ears. Vicky Protheroe and Poppy Haydock were girls at his own school! They were only a year ahead of him… and they were milking boys! Adam felt his penis straining against his chastity cage. If he’d understood what milking involved, he might not have been so excited.
“Please put your mind at rest, Mrs Barrow, the girls take their duties seriously,” Coach Peters assured her, “They wouldn’t have been allowed into the boys’ changing room if it were felt they had only volunteered for purient reasons.”
Ruth was to some extent placated: “I’m pleased to hear that and I’m sure that if the girls are as sensible as you say…”
“... but we still don’t know what’s involved,” Johnny interjected.
“Well, if you didn’t keep interrupting, Johnny, Coach Peters might be able to tell us…” Ruth sighed, exasperated by her husband’s seemingly constant and unnecessary interjections. “I do wish you wouldn’t interfere like this, Johnny… you do want what’s best for Adam, don’t you?”
“Yes… yes, of course I do, dear… it’s just that we’ve no idea what Adam will be expected to do when he is, er… milked…”
Ruth was getting exceedingly impatient with Johnny and was about to let her feelings show. However, Coach Peters saw that a parental dispute at this stage would not help Adam. Coach needed the support of both parents if she was to successfully induct their son into the Alpha Squad. She quickly stepped in to prevent the situation getting out of hand.
“As I was saying, Dr Shute has recruited Vicky and Poppy to help with milking the Alpha Squad boys. Given the number of boys in the Squad, Dr Shute couldn’t possibly be expected to carry out all the milkings personally, which is why the girls were asked to help. As I also said, Vicky and Poppy have both been fully trained and carry out their duties with commendable efficiency. One or two of the boys were, let’s say, a little uncooperative to begin with when Vicky and Poppy first started to assist with milking duties, but the girls soon made it clear they wouldn’t stand for any nonsense from them… I think their babysitting experiences with younger teen boys helped enormously and was probably one of the reasons Dr Shute recruited them in the first place.”
Adam was beginning to have second thoughts. He knew that Vicky and Poppy had a reputation for coming out with some truly scathing ‘put-downs’ if they thought a boy was getting too big for his boots. Yes, Adam was also aware of boys who had tried it on with either Vicky or Poppy and had come away with fleas in their ears much to the amusement, it has to be said, of other boys and their mates standing within earshot. Even so, the thought… the very idea, of Poppy Haydock manipulating his penis caused Adam’s heart rate to escalate dangerously, which in turn caused his penis to strain painfully against its cage. Adam struggled to think of something less stimulating; the homework he’d been doing; Miss Brown, the gorgon who taught Geography; his football team’s miserable performance in the Third Division… anything to take his mind off the hands of Poppy Haydock. But then Coach Peters started to explain to his parents what was involved in carrying out the milking procedure.
“The boys all line up… stripped nude of course, but before a boy’s cage can be removed one of the girls secures his hands behind his back by means of these cuffs… perhaps you’d allow me to demonstrate this with Adam…”
Ruth Barrow gave her approval and without further ado Coach Peters told Adam to turn around and put his hands behind his back. With the cuffs secured around Adam’s wrists, his arms were held firmly behind his back. Adam felt even more exposed than ever as he glanced in the direction of the big picture window of the living-room which looked out onto the road outside. Anyone walking by the house only had to look towards the window to see a sixteen year old boy naked, apart from a rather uncomfortable chastity cage, standing with his arms held behind his back.
The observer would see that the cage was about to be removed by the boy’s coach and if they were able to look closely they would see at the tip of the cage was a drop of clear viscous liquid. And if the observer were to wait a little longer they would see how the drop would slowly increase in size until it formed a short string that hung from the cage. The cage might twitch and jerk as the string of clear fluid became longer and longer until it swung like a pendulum from the end of the cage.
Adam knew then that his secret was out. Certainly Coach Peters was sufficiently experienced in the habits of teenage boys to know that he’d recently been masturbating. However she also concluded, to judge by the easy production of pre-ejaculate fluid, that Adam had failed to stimulate himself to full orgasm and concomitant ejaculation. Perhaps it was an opportunity for her to demonstrate how a boy is milked.
Johnny looked worried. He could guess what his son had been up to and blamed himself for not somehow making sure Adam had time to finish his wank, if indeed that’s what he’d been doing, before he came downstairs. Johnny wasn’t to know that it was Adam’s decision to finish masturbating later in the evening when he had more time to build himself up to a truly explosive climax, one that would see his spunk-jet fly over his head to land with a satisfying splat on the headboard of his bed. Of course, if Adam’s aim was off, he was just as likely to end up with a sticky mess all over his face!
Mrs Barrow was not at all pleased when she saw the string of goo: “What on earth… Adam!”
Coach Peters took charge of the situation once more: “If you’ll allow me, Mrs Barrow… Adam has clearly become over excited at the news he has been selected for the Alpha Squad. It’s perfectly natural for boys of Adam’s age to lose control of themselves. You’d be surprised at some of the reactions I’ve witnessed, Mrs Barrow. Some boys simply never grow up. It’s as if they need to be told what good boys they are and praised for every little achievement. That’s to say how some boys just need encouragement to push themselves that little bit further… indeed you could say that’s the basic ethos of the Alpha Squad… pushing boys a little bit harder by giving them lots of praise they so need at that time of their lives. It’s really quite touching to see boys like Adam when they realise how much they need to be strictly supervised to give their best performances…”
“But… that…” Ruth Barrow said, drawing attention to the ever lengthening string of pre-cum dangling from Adam’s chastity cage.
“Oh that’s nothing to worry about, Mr Barrow,” Coach Peters assured her, “Adam has simply got himself all worked up and over excited… just like a little boy, but although he’s past that age physically, mentally boys in their teens still behave like… well, just like little boys. What you are seeing is the manifestation of Adam’s excitement… and Adam has become so excited that I’m beginning to think he hasn’t been as naughty as I at first thought. You see boys usually only produce this amount of pre-ejaculate when they have been in strict chastity for some considerable time, so it rather looks as if Adam has been conserving his energies, rather than dissipating them through excessive masturbation…”
Johnny Barrow looked at his son. He wasn’t fooled by Coach Peter’s interpretation at all. He was positive Adam had been masturbating. The resultant string of pre-cum wasn’t due to Adam’s self-denial, it was due to his son’s ‘edging’, something he’d learnt to do himself… up until the time he met Ruth, that is.
Johnny realised it was his chance to speak up for his son: “This must mean that Adam can be trusted without resorting to the use of the chastity cage…”
Both his wife, Ruth and Coach Peters looked at him blankly. These expressions could mean only one thing… Johnny clearly hadn’t understood how things were. Adam had been put into chastity and he would remain in chastity and as long as he was in chastity he would wear his chastity cage. That was all there was to it.
“You don’t understand, Johnny,” Ruth said shaking her head, “Either that or you’re being wilfully obtuse. It is for Adam’s own good that he’s been put into chastity, it’s for no one else’s sake Johnny and the sooner you realise that, the better… Now, if you’ll let Coach Peters continue, I think we can all benefit from her experience with training boys like Adam.”
“Thank you Mrs Barrow. As I was about to say, given Adam’s over excited condition it would seem to be the perfect opportunity to show you both how we go about draining boys of their excess juices by the process we call ‘milking’. As you can see Adam has already worked himself up to such a state that he requires some expert attention. This of course would normally be dealt with at an Alpha Squad meeting, but in my opinion Adam needs to be attended to before then…”
Ruth had a suggestion to make: “Poppy Haydock lives just around the corner. I could call her mother and ask if she would allow Poppy to help with your demonstration.”
Much as he might fantasise about the ministrations of Poppy Haydock, the reality of having her here, being directed by Coach Peters, in the living-room in front of his parents, horrified Adam. He begged his mother not to call Mrs Haydock. He had been humiliated enough already, but mums always know best and Ruth Barrow went into the hall to the telephone. The call was made. Adam could hear his mother’s voice, but not clearly enough to understand what was said. The string of pre-cum grew longer and now dangled down to his knees.
Ruth Barrow came back into the room: “That’s settled… Poppy and her mother will be round shortly…”
Adam almost fainted.
Coach Peters was just running through a few minor details when the doorbell was heard. Johnny was sent to open the front door and show the guests into the living-room. Adam felt as if he was some sort of mannequin. While everyone introduced themselves to each other, no one appeared to see, let alone acknowledge, the nude boy standing in the middle of the room with his hands cuffed behind his back whilst displaying a chastity cage secured between his legs.
Coach Peters explained how there was a new recruit about to join the Alpha Squad and all eyes in the room were suddenly focussed on a blushing, hugely embarrassed Adam who was now even more ashamed of the string of pre-cum that he knew everyone could see swinging from the tip of his chastity cage, than his nudity.
Adam could see by the look in Poppy’s eyes that she had seen it all before. There was something almost dismissive in the way she carried out her evaluation of him. Coach Peters was right, Poppy and no doubt Vicky too, looked upon boys like Adam in a way that made them feel totally inadequate.
Poppy quickly assessed the situation and turned to Coach Peters. She spoke softly to Coach who nodded and said something in reply. Adam was unable to hear what was said and as his mother and Mrs Haydock were talking in a normal conversational volume it made it impossible for him to know what Poppy was saying. Johnny too strained to make out what was being said between Coach Peters and Poppy Haydock and in the end gave up.
Then Poppy turned and spoke: “Mrs Barrow, do you have a bowl I could use?”
“Certainly… Johnny, go and fetch one of the Tupperware bowls from the kitchen… they’re in the top cupboard to the left of the sink,” Ruth turned back to Poppy, “What sort of size, dear?”
“We normally use a medium pudding basin size,” Poppy replied, “but a small one will fine.”
“Johnny!” Ruth called to her husband who was already on his way to the kitchen, “Johnny! One of the smaller bowls!” she turned this time to Mrs Haydock, “He’ll bring something that’s quite unsuitable… too big or too small…”
Mrs Haydock pursed her lips. She understood. Men could never be relied upon to anything correctly.
Fortunately for Johnny the Tupperware bowl was deemed to be quite adequate by Poppy. She took the bowl and snapped off the lid.
“Come over here Adam,” Poppy ordered the now extremely nervous boy.
Adam did as he was told, but as he approached Poppy the string of pre-cum that up to now had been swinging freely between his legs, suddenly landed with a cold, wet slap on Adam’s left thigh.
Poppy sighed: “I’m sorry, Mrs Barrow, but have you got a facecloth I can use?”
Johnny was duly sent off once more to fetch the required item for Poppy who, as everyone could see, was in complete control of the situation. Ruth Barrow was impressed as was even Poppy’s mother who had never seen her daughter in her supervisory role at an Alpha Squad training session. Coach Peters, who had seen Poppy assisting Dr Shute on any number of occasions, smiled with genuine pride at the teenage girl’s maturity as she placed a small key in Poppy’s open palm.
Johnny returned with a flannel and gulped when he saw the little key in the hand of a young girl. It was as though he was witnessing control of his son’s sex-life, or at least Adam’s ability to masturbate, being handed carte blanche to Poppy. Adam’s teenage life was at that moment destined to be changed, as Johnny saw it, in much the same way as his own life was when he met Ruth.
Poppy sat on one of the armchairs that furnished the Barrow living-room and called Adam to stand closer. Adam, his hands still cuffed securely behind his back, flinched as Poppy wiped the pre-cum from his thigh. Poppy admonished Adam as if he was a little boy, telling him to hold still. Then Poppy, without another thought, simply took hold of Adam’s chastity cage while she used the tiny key to unlock the miniature padlock that held the cage secure.
Poppy carefully eased the cage from Adam’s penis. She was experienced enough to know that even if Adam’s new cage had only been locked in place for a short while, his penis would still be very sensitive to external stimulation. The copious amount of pre-cum that had dribbled from Adam’s penis was also another indicator that alerted Poppy to the danger of an accidental emission - this would be a very basic, unforgivable error for one so experienced as Poppy.
Poppy was not at all surprised to see Adam’s penis quickly engorge and the foreskin partially retract to uncover the meatus. Within a few short moments the penis had become fully erect. This was the usual reaction of a boy undergoing his first milking and Poppy barely registered the fact unlike Adam’s mother who was shocked and about to say something before being stopped by a sign from Coach Peters.
“Poppy is in charge now,” she whispered to Mrs Barrow, “She knows what to do…”
The ladies and Johnny watched as Poppy stood up directed Adam to stand behind and face the the armchair upon which she’d been sitting. The chair-back was almost waist-high to Adam who was then ordered by Poppy to lean forward and rest his head sideways on the top of the chair-back.
“Push your bottom out, Adam… place your feet apart… good boy… now I’m going to drain all that nasty boy-stuff that’s built up inside you… we’ll drain it off for you regularly so you’ll never have to play your silly little boy games ever again…” Poppy took the Tupperware bowl in her left hand, bent down and carefully reached between Adam’s parted legs. She then gently took hold of Adam’s engorged penis in her fingers and slowly, firmly pulled it back until it was pointing down at the plastic bowl.
Ruth saw how uncomfortable Poppy must be to be bent over as she was and decided to do something about it: “Johnny… go and fetch the pouffe for Poppy to sit on… can’t you see how uncomfortable she must be having to bend down like that?” She turned to Mrs Haydock, “Men… why do you have to tell them to do the simplest of things?”
Johnny brought the pouffe over from the other side of the room and positioned it for Poppy to sit down on.
“There… that’s much better,” Ruth Barrow said.
Poppy agreed that it was much more comfortable before turning back and asking: “Are you going to be a good boy for me, Adam?”
Without thinking Adam quickly gasped: “Yes, miss.” His penis was tingling and Adam knew that if his foreskin was further retracted and he felt the slightest stimulation on the zillions of nerve-endings that covered the underside of his penis and in particular the frenulum, he would have the glorious, intense orgasm he’d denied himself earlier.
Sadly for Adam that was not going to happen. Poppy had perfected her technique of milking boys without allowing them to enjoy an orgasm. It required complete control of the boy’s penis and this could only be achieved through thorough training and experience. To Poppy, milking a boy was just a routine task that had to be done. The only pleasure she derived from it was the satisfaction of a job well done.
Poppy knew all the tricks that boys would resort to, desperate for the release of an orgasm. She was more than a match for a boy who, aching to be stimulated, would try and move the head of his penis into her hand, hoping to feel Poppy’s fingers rubbing this super sensitive part of his anatomy. The boy would be frustrated however. Poppy was an expert and could extract every last drop of semen from the boy during the administration of a controlled ruined orgasm.
Adam was hardly aware of what was happening to him. He felt Poppy’s hand gripping the shaft of his penis at its lower end. In a series of small jerks that Poppy knew would edge Adam ever closer to ejaculation, she timed the throbbing of the rigid member, moving her hand clear and driving Adam almost insane.
“OH NO…. PLEASE!!!” Adam cried out when he realised what was happening. He could no longer control his emission. Poppy had expertly taken him to the point of no return WITHOUT THE EXQUISITE THRILL OF AN ORGASM!!
Adam’s semen splashed into the Tupperware bowl as Poppy held his penis by the base, making sure every last drop was collected.
“Good boy, Adam… clever boy… oh, what a clever boy you are… there it is… let it all come out… good boy… there we are… all done, clever boy!” Poppy said as if praising a little boy.
Poppy snapped the lid onto the Tupperware bowl and picked up the facecloth. While she waited for Adam’s penis to soften she looked up and saw that tears of frustration were rolling from down Adam’s face. It was a perfectly natural reaction, one that Poppy was familiar with.
“There, there… it’s all over now, Adam,” Poppy said, comforting him, “I’ll just get you cleaned up in a moment and then we can get you locked back up in your chastity cage like a good boy…”
Coach Peters smiled and spoke to Adam’s mother: “That’s all there is to it… you need never have to worry about Adam playing with his penis and masturbating as long as there are girls like Poppy to keep him under control.”
