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for a week now. A long, boring, often painful week! Yet some things were, whether he liked it or not, becoming normal. Not “normal” normal, but a new normal; a normal where coming down stairs too fast would land an unwelcome punishment. A normal where burping at the dinner table would see a dessert of soap in the muzzle. That kind of normal.\nWhat was also sadly normal was his needs. So far he'd gone a week without masturbating, and not by choice. This was the longest bout of celibacy he'd experienced since puberty began, and being in the near-constant presence of a girl whose lower half was often exposed, and who would more often than not deliberately give him teasing flashes of the pinkness between her lower scales... it was all too much!\nHe woke up on the eighth day hard as he'd ever been, a nine-year-old body sporting the most urgent stiffy his sixteen-year-old mind could create. He slid out of bed and hurried across the open plan room to the 'bathroom' – the toilet, sink and bath parked in the corner of their living space, with nothing to give any kind of privacy! Finding a spot he could sit and pee with such an angry boner was a challenge, and one that his mother witnessed as she came in to rouse the pair for the day. Liki didn't say anything, but she did quite deliberately stand and watch him struggle. “You'd best be sure no splashes,” she warned.\n“I... I can't help it!” Talek whined, having to all but lie over the seat in an effort to get his boyhood aimed down.\n“Oh come here! This is getting silly!” the blue-green Karrian hoisted her son off the toilet and into the bath. “Get on all fours if you have to.”\nRilka wandered over, grinning at the spectacle. The sides of the bath were translucent, no doubt done to further the shaming potential of the rejuve within. “Want some help?” she asked, undoing the ribbon on the front of her pants and letting them fall away. The sudden flush of blood to his lower regions made him dizzy.\n“Rilka, Talek is having a hard enough time going without you offering a show!” Liki scolded. “Do your business and be quick!”\nThe sound of Rilka's tinkling was no help at all. “Talek, I don't want to be hard on you for something you can't help, but I am not going to wait around all day. If you can't go, it's diapers until you learn how.”\n“I'm trying!” Talek whined. He got down on all fours, used one paw to point his parts straight down, and gave a yelp as the seal finally broke. Before long, he was kneeling in a bright yellow puddle of his own making, which Liki rinsed away. “We'll give you a quick scrub, okay? I won't touch your privates.”\n“P-please let me take care of it!” Talek whined, blushing so hard it hurt.\n“No more talk about your stiffy unless you'd like me to rub capsaicin cream all over it!” The message was received loud and clear. “Alright, get dressed and we'll head downstairs for breakfast.”\n\nHe ate in a miserable silence, whimpering over his cereal bowl at the prospect of another awful day as a penitatas. Eight days had been more than enough time to exhaust every toy they had, the only games they could play had to be quiet and fairly sedate, and the books were boring. Lack of intense stimulation to engross himself with meant that his mind inevitably wandered to his loins, and how badly he wanted to rub one out. “I want you to help carry firewood for me this morning,” Shon told him. “It needs a big, strong lad to carry all the wood!”\nHe accepted the job without protest, for protest could only end badly. His father fetched a thicker jacket for him to wear, gave him some gloves to protect the soft flesh and thinner scale of his paws, and set him to work. It soon became apparent that Talek was going to do all of the carrying, his father loading the boy's arms with enough wood each trip that the boy had to strain a little, making him breathe heavily due to the work.\nAs the pair walked into the storage shed at the house's rear, ready for another load, Talek felt the need to voice his distress. “Dad? You said if... if I was really struggling with... my needs...” he trailed off, ashamed of having to talk about his sexual urges with a man who was still somewhat a stranger, and all too often a source of misery.\n“Trying to confess to breaking the rules?” Shon asked.\n“No! No I haven't!” Talek blurted out in fear. “I've been good, but it's getting really, really hard! Dad... please?”\nShon placed the log in his hands back down. “Tell me exactly what you want. Don't be vague or elusive. Explain precisely what it is you want from me.”\nTalek scrunched his eyes closed. “I... I want you to let me go into your upstairs bathroom and... and masturbate.”\n“Why our bathroom?”\n“I... want some privacy?”\nShon's snout split with a cruel little smile. “That's important to you, is it? Privacy when tending to your needs?”\nTalek winced, already guessing where this was going. “It's bad enough having to be stiff around you guys all the time! I...”\n“You can masturbate on one condition: you do it in the open. Me, Liki, Rilka, we'll all watch you beat it out. In fact, I expect you to make eye contact with me the whole while.”\n“What? Why?” Talek gasped at the disgusting unfairness of the terms.\n“Because of how you reacted just now,” Shon responded calmly. “Maybe if you're ashamed of your little man, it won't be so demanding. What'll it be?”\n“I...”\n“Yes or no. Ten... nine...”\n“Okay!” Talek yelped to stop the dreadful count. “I'll do it!”\nShon nodded. “Alright. Come on, let's find you an audience.”\n\nThe family gathered in the Penny room. Shon bade his son undress, making the little lizard cub stand in the very centre of the room, facing the door. Utterly nude, his father's eyes locked onto him. “Remember the terms, little man. You break them, and your rear will be burning for the rest of the day.”\nFeeling a tear form, Talek did as ordered and met the older male's gaze. Calmly, softly, Shon said, “Alright, you can start now.”\nA shy claw gently wrapped the length of soft boyish scale. Talek squeezed himself, making the pink flesh of his tip slide out from the protective outer skin. His paw moved slowly at first, for despite his needs he had no wish for the situation. In fact, he was getting a little soft if anything; his paw moved faster, more urgently, but the flesh betrayed him in the end. “I... I can't do this!” he whined, breaking eye contact and hiding his teary eyes in the elbow of his free arm.\n“I guess you just don't need it enough,” Shon said casually. “It's alright, Talek. When you really need release, it'll happen no matter how ashamed you are.”\n“Wait, dad!” Rilka piped up, making Talek pause his blub. “Maybe... he just needs a little help?” she pointed to the laundry basket by their bed. With a nod from her mother, the girl walked briskly over, fished around for the item in question, and stepped up next to her struggling brother. In her paw were the panties she'd slept in. “You aren't the only one who gets pent up,” she whispered.\nThe garment was held against his snout, filling his mind with the pleasing musk. “Pretend it's my paw,” she whispered.\nThe scent of Rilka's crotch helped his boyhood find some confidence. The smiling, cream-coloured lizard in the corner of his vision made it harder to stay fixed on the less appealing face of his father, but he wasn't about to risk something far worse... not that wanking in front of his adoptive parents, with his sister's panties on his face, could possibly get much worse!\nBut for all the shame of it, the scent in his snout and the friction of his paw was making headway. His half-hard member swelled and stiffened, his little sac squirming under the pressure of eight days of denial. His lips began to move as he spoke to himself inwardly, encouraging his imagination to help him along. “Furry girls...” he mumbled, hoping nobody made out what he was saying. “Soft grey fur... furry breasts...” his eyes narrowed as his inner eye tried to recall an especially saucy porn video, involving a feline 'barely legal' girl. She'd sat with her legs wide open, her pinkness sharply contrasted by the grey fur of her body, and had teasingly wiped a makeup brush over her slit.\nThat mental image, one of his favourite porn videos, fixed firmly in his mind as he huffed his way closer and closer to release, the boy's paw pumping faster and clenching harder around the painfully stiff length of scale. The pressure, so much he thought his balls might burst, drew deeper into his body and built at the base of his cock, more and more, no matter how he beat.\n“Please! Come on!” he whined, struggling to keep his eyes on his father, who was beginning to frown at what looked like Talek's eyes closing. “I'm... I'm...”\nThe boy's knees trembled hard, and with an undignified yelp his sac pulled tight. A long, glistening string of Karrian seed flew from the reddened tip of his cock, drawing a clear arc that drew the eyes of parents and sister alike as it splatted down onto the polished wood floor. Another, shorter spurt followed, and for good measure came a thin dribble of fluids that mostly clung to his scaly fingers, or smeared between pink inner flesh and protective scaled layer.\n“Take those panties off him, please,” Shon said, and once his snout was free Shon tapped his right knuckle against his own snout. “Wipe your paw on your face, please.”\n“W-why?” the boy asked, trembling from the aftershock of his first post-rejuve climax.\n“Don't make me say it twice,” the adult growled, and Talek meekly did as he was bidden. His own juices trickled softly over his nostrils and onto his lip while Shon used the boy's shirt to wipe the floor. Once done, he gave Talek the soiled clothes. “Put it back on.”\nThe damp patch on his chest was obvious, but worse was the sticky feeling of his own seed dribbling across his stomach. Shon pulled his son's pants up, adding to the messy feeling as a small wet patch formed on the front of his underpants, and a rather large glob of seed managed to slink around the belly button to soak into the waistband of his trousers.\n“You can stay up here now,” his father added. “Have a play if you like, but you are not to clean yourself or change your clothes. You'll be sleeping in your tee-shirt and briefs as well. A nice, long spell in your own mess it just what you need.”\nTalek hung his head at the news. It wasn't the worst thing to endure – he'd gone a few days without a change of clothes out of sheer laziness before – but somehow being forced to 'wear' the results of his exhibitionism were all the more unbearable. The little giggle from Rilka was a dagger in the gut on top.\nHowever, the boy wasn't the only one to hear the outburst. Rilka was ordered downstairs, her mother taking a hefty handful of clothes with her. It was some time before she returned, panting hard and heavily layered up as if facing the worst of winter.\nTalek looked up from the textbook he'd resorted to reading, but kept his lips firmly sealed until their mother was gone. There was only a little bit of pleasure from his innocent question. “No bath for you either?”\nThe girl paused, only briefly angry before composing herself. “Nope. We're both going to be sweaty, sticky and stinky tonight.”\nA little chuckle slipped from the boy's lips. “At least I got off, I guess. My balls never felt so light!”\n“Lucky you,” Rilka replied, and Talek worried she'd taken the comment as mockery as she headed to the bed to offload as much clothing as her parents would allow. Talek kept his dead down, not wanting an argument – he learned [i]that[/i] lesson once, and once was enough! There was an odd amount of rustling though...\n\nThat night, as the pair were tucked into bed still dressed, as his green-scaled head hit the pillow, Talek became aware of a... scent. A dry, stale scent mixed with just a hint of feminine need. He rolled onto his side, noting how proud of herself Rilka looked, and the boy carefully sniffed his pillow. “Did you... wipe your crotch on my pillow?”\n“Sleep tight, Talcum!” Rilka teased, rolling over and settling down.\n“Thanks for that,” the boy muttered. The outer child was angry at her for defiling his pillow, but the inner teenager was overjoyed. The scent conjured ghostly memories of wet girls on the net.\nHe felt an all too familiar tingle in his loins. He was going to have to get used to being sticky...", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Talek had lived in Northrock for a week now. A long, boring, often painful week! Yet some things were, whether he liked it or not, becoming normal. Not “normal” normal, but a new normal; a normal where coming down stairs too fast would land an unwelcome punishment. A normal where burping at the dinner table would see a dessert of soap in the muzzle. That kind of normal.
What was also sadly normal was his needs. So far he'd gone a week without masturbating, and not by choice. This was the longest bout of celibacy he'd experienced since puberty began, and being in the near-constant presence of a girl whose lower half was often exposed, and who would more often than not deliberately give him teasing flashes of the pinkness between her lower scales... it was all too much!
He woke up on the eighth day hard as he'd ever been, a nine-year-old body sporting the most urgent stiffy his sixteen-year-old mind could create. He slid out of bed and hurried across the open plan room to the 'bathroom' – the toilet, sink and bath parked in the corner of their living space, with nothing to give any kind of privacy! Finding a spot he could sit and pee with such an angry boner was a challenge, and one that his mother witnessed as she came in to rouse the pair for the day. Liki didn't say anything, but she did quite deliberately stand and watch him struggle. “You'd best be sure no splashes,” she warned.
“I... I can't help it!” Talek whined, having to all but lie over the seat in an effort to get his boyhood aimed down.
“Oh come here! This is getting silly!” the blue-green Karrian hoisted her son off the toilet and into the bath. “Get on all fours if you have to.”
Rilka wandered over, grinning at the spectacle. The sides of the bath were translucent, no doubt done to further the shaming potential of the rejuve within. “Want some help?” she asked, undoing the ribbon on the front of her pants and letting them fall away. The sudden flush of blood to his lower regions made him dizzy.
“Rilka, Talek is having a hard enough time going without you offering a show!” Liki scolded. “Do your business and be quick!”
The sound of Rilka's tinkling was no help at all. “Talek, I don't want to be hard on you for something you can't help, but I am not going to wait around all day. If you can't go, it's diapers until you learn how.”
“I'm trying!” Talek whined. He got down on all fours, used one paw to point his parts straight down, and gave a yelp as the seal finally broke. Before long, he was kneeling in a bright yellow puddle of his own making, which Liki rinsed away. “We'll give you a quick scrub, okay? I won't touch your privates.”
“P-please let me take care of it!” Talek whined, blushing so hard it hurt.
“No more talk about your stiffy unless you'd like me to rub capsaicin cream all over it!” The message was received loud and clear. “Alright, get dressed and we'll head downstairs for breakfast.”

He ate in a miserable silence, whimpering over his cereal bowl at the prospect of another awful day as a penitatas. Eight days had been more than enough time to exhaust every toy they had, the only games they could play had to be quiet and fairly sedate, and the books were boring. Lack of intense stimulation to engross himself with meant that his mind inevitably wandered to his loins, and how badly he wanted to rub one out. “I want you to help carry firewood for me this morning,” Shon told him. “It needs a big, strong lad to carry all the wood!”
He accepted the job without protest, for protest could only end badly. His father fetched a thicker jacket for him to wear, gave him some gloves to protect the soft flesh and thinner scale of his paws, and set him to work. It soon became apparent that Talek was going to do all of the carrying, his father loading the boy's arms with enough wood each trip that the boy had to strain a little, making him breathe heavily due to the work.
As the pair walked into the storage shed at the house's rear, ready for another load, Talek felt the need to voice his distress. “Dad? You said if... if I was really struggling with... my needs...” he trailed off, ashamed of having to talk about his sexual urges with a man who was still somewhat a stranger, and all too often a source of misery.
“Trying to confess to breaking the rules?” Shon asked.
“No! No I haven't!” Talek blurted out in fear. “I've been good, but it's getting really, really hard! Dad... please?”
Shon placed the log in his hands back down. “Tell me exactly what you want. Don't be vague or elusive. Explain precisely what it is you want from me.”
Talek scrunched his eyes closed. “I... I want you to let me go into your upstairs bathroom and... and masturbate.”
“Why our bathroom?”
“I... want some privacy?”
Shon's snout split with a cruel little smile. “That's important to you, is it? Privacy when tending to your needs?”
Talek winced, already guessing where this was going. “It's bad enough having to be stiff around you guys all the time! I...”
“You can masturbate on one condition: you do it in the open. Me, Liki, Rilka, we'll all watch you beat it out. In fact, I expect you to make eye contact with me the whole while.”
“What? Why?” Talek gasped at the disgusting unfairness of the terms.
“Because of how you reacted just now,” Shon responded calmly. “Maybe if you're ashamed of your little man, it won't be so demanding. What'll it be?”
“I...”
“Yes or no. Ten... nine...”
“Okay!” Talek yelped to stop the dreadful count. “I'll do it!”
Shon nodded. “Alright. Come on, let's find you an audience.”

The family gathered in the Penny room. Shon bade his son undress, making the little lizard cub stand in the very centre of the room, facing the door. Utterly nude, his father's eyes locked onto him. “Remember the terms, little man. You break them, and your rear will be burning for the rest of the day.”
Feeling a tear form, Talek did as ordered and met the older male's gaze. Calmly, softly, Shon said, “Alright, you can start now.”
A shy claw gently wrapped the length of soft boyish scale. Talek squeezed himself, making the pink flesh of his tip slide out from the protective outer skin. His paw moved slowly at first, for despite his needs he had no wish for the situation. In fact, he was getting a little soft if anything; his paw moved faster, more urgently, but the flesh betrayed him in the end. “I... I can't do this!” he whined, breaking eye contact and hiding his teary eyes in the elbow of his free arm.
“I guess you just don't need it enough,” Shon said casually. “It's alright, Talek. When you really need release, it'll happen no matter how ashamed you are.”
“Wait, dad!” Rilka piped up, making Talek pause his blub. “Maybe... he just needs a little help?” she pointed to the laundry basket by their bed. With a nod from her mother, the girl walked briskly over, fished around for the item in question, and stepped up next to her struggling brother. In her paw were the panties she'd slept in. “You aren't the only one who gets pent up,” she whispered.
The garment was held against his snout, filling his mind with the pleasing musk. “Pretend it's my paw,” she whispered.
The scent of Rilka's crotch helped his boyhood find some confidence. The smiling, cream-coloured lizard in the corner of his vision made it harder to stay fixed on the less appealing face of his father, but he wasn't about to risk something far worse... not that wanking in front of his adoptive parents, with his sister's panties on his face, could possibly get much worse!
But for all the shame of it, the scent in his snout and the friction of his paw was making headway. His half-hard member swelled and stiffened, his little sac squirming under the pressure of eight days of denial. His lips began to move as he spoke to himself inwardly, encouraging his imagination to help him along. “Furry girls...” he mumbled, hoping nobody made out what he was saying. “Soft grey fur... furry breasts...” his eyes narrowed as his inner eye tried to recall an especially saucy porn video, involving a feline 'barely legal' girl. She'd sat with her legs wide open, her pinkness sharply contrasted by the grey fur of her body, and had teasingly wiped a makeup brush over her slit.
That mental image, one of his favourite porn videos, fixed firmly in his mind as he huffed his way closer and closer to release, the boy's paw pumping faster and clenching harder around the painfully stiff length of scale. The pressure, so much he thought his balls might burst, drew deeper into his body and built at the base of his cock, more and more, no matter how he beat.
“Please! Come on!” he whined, struggling to keep his eyes on his father, who was beginning to frown at what looked like Talek's eyes closing. “I'm... I'm...”
The boy's knees trembled hard, and with an undignified yelp his sac pulled tight. A long, glistening string of Karrian seed flew from the reddened tip of his cock, drawing a clear arc that drew the eyes of parents and sister alike as it splatted down onto the polished wood floor. Another, shorter spurt followed, and for good measure came a thin dribble of fluids that mostly clung to his scaly fingers, or smeared between pink inner flesh and protective scaled layer.
“Take those panties off him, please,” Shon said, and once his snout was free Shon tapped his right knuckle against his own snout. “Wipe your paw on your face, please.”
“W-why?” the boy asked, trembling from the aftershock of his first post-rejuve climax.
“Don't make me say it twice,” the adult growled, and Talek meekly did as he was bidden. His own juices trickled softly over his nostrils and onto his lip while Shon used the boy's shirt to wipe the floor. Once done, he gave Talek the soiled clothes. “Put it back on.”
The damp patch on his chest was obvious, but worse was the sticky feeling of his own seed dribbling across his stomach. Shon pulled his son's pants up, adding to the messy feeling as a small wet patch formed on the front of his underpants, and a rather large glob of seed managed to slink around the belly button to soak into the waistband of his trousers.
“You can stay up here now,” his father added. “Have a play if you like, but you are not to clean yourself or change your clothes. You'll be sleeping in your tee-shirt and briefs as well. A nice, long spell in your own mess it just what you need.”
Talek hung his head at the news. It wasn't the worst thing to endure – he'd gone a few days without a change of clothes out of sheer laziness before – but somehow being forced to 'wear' the results of his exhibitionism were all the more unbearable. The little giggle from Rilka was a dagger in the gut on top.
However, the boy wasn't the only one to hear the outburst. Rilka was ordered downstairs, her mother taking a hefty handful of clothes with her. It was some time before she returned, panting hard and heavily layered up as if facing the worst of winter.
Talek looked up from the textbook he'd resorted to reading, but kept his lips firmly sealed until their mother was gone. There was only a little bit of pleasure from his innocent question. “No bath for you either?”
The girl paused, only briefly angry before composing herself. “Nope. We're both going to be sweaty, sticky and stinky tonight.”
A little chuckle slipped from the boy's lips. “At least I got off, I guess. My balls never felt so light!”
“Lucky you,” Rilka replied, and Talek worried she'd taken the comment as mockery as she headed to the bed to offload as much clothing as her parents would allow. Talek kept his dead down, not wanting an argument – he learned that lesson once, and once was enough! There was an odd amount of rustling though...

That night, as the pair were tucked into bed still dressed, as his green-scaled head hit the pillow, Talek became aware of a... scent. A dry, stale scent mixed with just a hint of feminine need. He rolled onto his side, noting how proud of herself Rilka looked, and the boy carefully sniffed his pillow. “Did you... wipe your crotch on my pillow?”
“Sleep tight, Talcum!” Rilka teased, rolling over and settling down.
“Thanks for that,” the boy muttered. The outer child was angry at her for defiling his pillow, but the inner teenager was overjoyed. The scent conjured ghostly memories of wet girls on the net.
He felt an all too familiar tingle in his loins. He was going to have to get used to being sticky...", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Juvenalas Penitatas Lesson 3 - Masturbation Is Messy!", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/rtf", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "0", "views": "414" }