22 comments/ 292934 views/ 77 favorites Craig & Irene Ch. 01 By: jeffrey214 This story contains femdom themes – dominant older women and submissive younger men, and perhaps some occasional F/m spanking. If this sort of theme does not appeal to you, please check out some other author's stories on literotica that will suit your fancy better. All the best to you!!! This story is a spin-off from chapter 8 of "Ms. Andre dates my dad." I got so many complements regarding the 'Craig & Irene' side-story, that I've begun to give them their adventure its own separate tale. I hope that many readers will continue to enjoy Craig's journey to become a true slut-boy. The Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Ch.01 Irene was very pleased with how things were developing the first several weeks with Craig. He had taken to his milking schedule very well, and the daily pill and lotion applications seemed to be working well also. The boy's already prodigious genitals seemed to be growing larger, and he was becoming almost constantly aroused. It now took only half an hour from the time he had recovered from his milking to the time that he began to show signs of involuntary stiffness and easy arousal again. All she had to do was mention something about his genitals or semen-milking schedule, and the boy couldn't help but get another erection. He was becoming insatiable... Irene was first attracted to her young nephew, only just turned 18, from the first time she had accidentally seen him undressed at her younger sister's house. She had always thought the boy to be a cute and adorable young fellow, but her breath had caught in her throat when she had first seen what was hanging between his thighs that fateful morning. Young Craig was not aware of his Aunt Irene, in her late 50's, lurking in the darkness of the hallway as she looked through his partly open door. Craig had though he was alone in the house, and having just showered, he was preparing to get dressed but was in no hurry to do so as he had walked back and forth in his room picking up this and that. His movements had given Irene a view of his naked young body from every angle several times, but her stifled gasps betrayed the fact that her favorite view was when her nephew was walking toward her. She was delighted and fascinated by the way his fresh young genitals swayed to and fro with each step – they looked so succulent and full of promise... Craig had a smallish but muscular build, filling out into manhood slowly, but his genitals were already very much 'man-sized', and then some. So big and heavy looking, she had wondered how he ever got his delightfully oversized genitals into his pants. His flaccid penis was long and thick, and his testes hung low in his relaxed scrotum and appeared to be the size of eggs. At once Irene knew in her heart that her little sister's boy was very special. He was always so quiet and shy and easily embarrassed, which made him just adorable, but his genitals were just so big that she really wanted to touch and feel them. And she couldn't help but be fascinated by the idea of watching the boy ejaculate – no – making him ejaculate with her own hands. Yes, that would be so wonderful, she thought, to help him keep up his healthy genital development by frequently relieving him of any build up of excess semen. In the days that followed her first glimpse, she had hatched the plan to bring the boy to live with her for the summer, and to make certain that she would be able to see his naked body and touch his young manhood regularly. She had heard whispers of Dr. Jordan Andre, and her special clinical practice devoted to the proper development and maintenance of male genitalia. Irene searched online and – voila! – She found the website and made an appointment to bring her nephew in for an examination. Irene's sister was happy to have her son stay with his Aunt, and for Irene to take an interest in his health and take him to the doctor. Irene was amazed and thrilled that the visit to the clinic was more than she could have ever imagined. Her nephew had been put on an exam table completely nude, his legs were up in the stirrups, and his genitals were examined thoroughly by Dr. Andre and her assistant Nikki. Then, to Irene's even greater delight, Dr. Andre had proceeded to stimulate the boy's penis and bring him to ejaculation. And the most amazing thing of all was that Irene was allowed – no, required – to be in the room and watch the whole thing. After that, Dr. Andre prescribed that beautiful young Craig's enormous genitals be 'milked' several times per day according to a strict schedule, and that he be given applications of a special 'genital development' cream, and also a daily pill of some kind. It was required that all of a boy's scheduled milkings be properly supervised by a woman, preferably a family member like Irene. It was further stated that since his milkings must take place according to the time schedule, and because his output of semen must be collected, measured, and recorded on a chart, it was best if the boy were to be milked by his Aunt, rather than to be supervised while masturbating. Irene was delighted, to say the least, and the blushing look on her already recently-milked and embarrassed nephew was priceless. And one couldn't go against a doctor's orders, could one? Dr. Jordan also gave Irene a pair of special underwear for Craig, and the web link where she could purchase more. The underwear were called 'pouch-panties', and they were designed with three purposes in mind. First, the special 'pouch' was made of very thin, stretchy material, so that his genitals had plenty of room to hang naturally with just a tiny bit of support. This was understood to encourage healthy genital development for boys – far better than either restrictive briefs or useless boxers. Secondly, the pouch itself was very sheer, so that it was nearly transparent. This was really for the benefit of the women in the presence of a male who wore the pouch panties so that his genitals could be clearly seen and enjoyed. Third, the name 'pouch-panties', the soft pastel colors they were made in, and the fact that they were designed to be thin, soft, and clingy, all added to a boy's embarrassment at wearing them. They were cut with a low waist, high-cut thighs, and the minimum fabric necessary to fulfill the function. Having a boy wear pouch panties always made him self-conscious and easily embarrassed. Dr. Andre also recommended that when the boy was at home, he should wear nothing but the special pouch-panties, as they were the only truly healthy garment for a male to wear. In addition to the physical aspects of extracting semen from the boy under a rigorous schedule of milking sessions, and the replacement of the boy's normal underwear with the 'pouch-panties', there was also a psychological aspect to the boy's 'treatment program'. Dr. Andre and her staff trained Irene both in written form and by example, how to 'imprint' her young charge with the proper psychological suggestions to help him be the most delightful young man he could be. These suggestions, applied in subtle ways throughout the day, but more dramatically during his milking sessions when his young mind was most open and vulnerable, were designed and intended to help him become even more self-conscious about his genitals and to bring out his submissive nature. The results were wonderful. He was more easily embarrassed than ever, and now was so easily aroused at the slightest suggestion. Dr. Andre had told Irene in a phone conversation that this was to be expected, and encouraged the mature woman to continue to keep the boy erect and embarrassed as much as possible between milkings. Whether merely by the psychology of suggestion at his most impressionable moments, or that in combination with the drugs, Irene was not sure. But just a hint of talk about his genitals could now make his penis swell and his breathing quicken, and the boy would become obviously aroused no matter what the circumstance. It was hard for Irene to keep from toying with the boy's arousal and easy embarrassment about it as he was more easily manipulated every day. He was so easily aroused, and still so blushingly embarrassed by his body's responses, that Irene couldn't help herself but to enjoy making the boy stiffen up in the most embarrassing situations. She loved nothing more than to be out shopping with him, or in line for a movie ticket, or in a restaurant, or especially visiting one of her many friends, and say something to arouse the boy. It was so easy and delightfully fun – especially for the ladies present! When out of the house, Irene would have Craig wear small cotton gym shorts and a tee shirt. The gym shorts she chose for him were always of a thin fabric and one size too small, so that his ample genitals were evident even without arousal. She loved to watch his face blush whenever he noticed that women were eyeing the copious bulge in his shorts, and to hear him softly groan if she had to remind him, always whispered loudly enough so that others could hear, to keep his hands at his sides like a gentleman should. That always produced small grins on the faces of nearby females whose inquisitive eyes were being pleased by the boy. Irene loved to lean over and whisper to her nephew something like, "Those ladies over there are looking right at the big bulge in your shorts, dear. I suppose they are wondering just how big your penis is, aren't they? Wouldn't it be nice if this were a good place to slip your shorts down and let them see your pretty pink panties? I'm sure they'd be very pleased..." Words like that would now make the boy tremble and blush anew as his penis would immediately start throbbing and stiffening, tenting his shorts out. He would be so embarrassed, and Irene could always see the mental war going on inside him as he fought the powerful urge to cross his hands in front of his crotch and hide his erection from view. But if he tried, Irene would again insist that he stand up straight with his hands at his sides and assure him that there was nothing to be ashamed of and that it was normal for boys to have erections. He was allowed to wear nothing in Irene's home but his pouch-panties, and he was becoming accustomed to Irene having her friends over to visit. He was 'accustomed', but not 'comfortable', since part of the conditioning of his mind included keeping him very self-conscious and embarrassed at being exposed to his aunt and her mature lady friends, even though it was now almost a daily occurrence. Irene mused as she drove her 18-year-old nephew home from his latest follow-up appointment at the Andre Clinic for Male Genital Health that she had conditioned the boy very well in the first several weeks. She had already included her friends Marg, Daphne, and Cora in his milking sessions at home and away, and the boy had been an obedient and compliant young man, cooperating fully with his milkings no matter how embarrassing Irene made them to be. She had managed many 'out of home' milking sessions in order to keep up the schedule; several while visiting at Marg's or Daphne's house, and once at the shopping mall with Cora's help. The first time he had been milked away from Irene's house or the Andre Clinic was at Daphne's. She had purposefully taken the boy to Daphne's home only a half-hour before his scheduled milking. Since she only let him wear small cotton gym trunks, and his conditioning had caused him to become erect in anticipation of his next milking, the poor boy arrived at Daphne's already struggling to hide a growing erection. Irene just 'had to' insist that he stand up straight with his hands at his sides as she greeted her friend and chatted about the weather. The boy's blushing and fidgeting were just priceless as Irene explained all about Craig's milking schedule, and the two mature women blatantly looked at the tenting bulge in his shorts. Irene then told Craig to go ahead and take off his shorts and tee shirt so Daphne could see how pretty his new pink pouch-panties were. He was so nervous as he undressed under the oh-so-interested eyes of his two mature keepers. Daphne allowed as how the pouch-panties looked 'very nice' on Craig and encouraged him that from now on, he need wear nothing else whenever he came to visit her home. Of course Irene agreed that would be best as she explained to her friend the developmental benefits of the pouch-panties while young Craig could only stand in front of them as a panty-model. Soon it was time to relieve her nephew's semen build up, and Irene asked if she could enlist her friend's help to perform Craig's scheduled milking atop Daphne's dining table. Daphne was only too happy to help, and led Craig by the hand to her dining room, helped him out of his pouch-panties under Irene's watchful eye, and the two ladies worked together to position Craig just right at the corner of the table. Daphne brought the boy some small pillows for his knees, and a big fluffy one to lay his head upon. His position was perfect for milking – on his elbows and knees – with his left knee just at the dining table's corner. Irene positioned the sample cup beneath Craig's stiffening penis, and taught Daphne how to properly milk a boy with the two-handed downward strokes. She also taught her how to properly fondle and stimulate the boy's dangling testes to excellent effect, and the two women took turns at each station. The constant starting and stopping of the milking process as the two women kept changing places made this particular milking session take extra time. Of course, the ladies were in no hurry, and took their time to chat about the wonders of male genital development and keeping up a good schedule with a boy so that he wouldn't get an unhealthy 'backing up' of semen. The boy's blushing embarrassment was just adorable! It seemed the more embarrassed and ashamed the boy was, the more intense were his ejaculations and more copious the semen he produced. This was, of course, one of the chief goals of the psychological imprinting portion of his genital development program. Daphne picked up on the verbal 'imprinting' with the same acuity that she had mastered the downward milking stroke and testicle massage techniques that were so important for a boy's healthy and thorough milking. She quickly joined in with Irene in saying all the special things that a boy needs to hear from his lovingly maternal and mature masturbatrices. Daphne was taking a turn sliding her hands from the base of his thick penis all the way over his red and swollen glans, slowly and efficiently repeating the hand-over-hand continuous downward stimulation to draw the boy ever so slowly to ejaculation. She said, "Keep your thighs nice and wide, dear so that your Aunt Irene can properly massage your full testicles while I milk your beautiful penis. You're being such a good cooperative boy, honey, and we'll have you making nice big spurts of semen soon, dear. But right now, you just relax and let Aunty Daphne stroke your penis for you, that's a good boy..." Irene chimed in, "Yes, what a good boy you are being, dear. Your testicles are so big and full for us this morning. I'm sure you'll soon be giving us some nice big-boy spurts of semen soon and fill up the sample cup for us, won't you dear? But not too soon, dear, because we have to build up the stimulation slowly, don't we? Yes, such a good boy knows that his Aunt Irene and Aunty Daphne know what's best for his penis. And we know just how to stroke your penis gently and rub your sweet testes to help you." Daphne slowed her hand movements even more, saying, "Oh, my, Craig, I could feel your beautiful stiff penis throb a little, so I have to slow down. We don't want to have you spurt for us too soon, dear." "Yes, that's right," said Irene as she fondled her nephew's large testes in her little hands, "We can't have our boy spurting too quickly. A good and proper milking of semen takes a long time and must be done with patience and care, honey. We know what's best for you dear, you just need to breathe deeply and relax and let us take care of your big stiff penis and your firm swollen testicles. We're going to get all your semen out in just a while longer, dear, so you just relax and let us take good care of you." The ladies changed positions so that Irene was in charge of Craig's penis and Daphne had charge of his testes. Irene had shown Daphne how to gently stretch the boy's testes down and behind him while feeling and fondling them lovingly. Daphne had never seen genitals as large as Craig's, and was both impressed and fascinated by every shape, texture, and color. She adored his testes and treated them lovingly as she massaged and felt them to her heart's content. Irene began to increase the tempo of the downward strokes slightly as she teased the boy mercilessly. "Mmm..." she mused, "I wonder if our sweet boy is nearly ready to spurt for us, Daphne, what do you think?" Daphne replied, "Well, I think he's such a good boy that we shouldn't stop now. I suppose since he's scheduled for a milking, that we should milk him fully..." "Yes, I agree," said Irene as she smiled at her friend, "But I was just wondering if we should let him spurt all his semen out for us now, or perhaps we should wait a little longer..." Irene was increasing her pace slightly as she spoke, in contrast to her words, and she was holding his erect penis more firmly as she milked downward. Irene continued, "On the other hand, I suppose I could begin to rub his penis faster and encourage him to let his semen flow. But at the same time, it might be best to slow down and just make it last another half hour or so." Both women smiled as they heard the boy gasp and moan at the thought of being pleasurably tormented for another long period of time. Daphne said, "But I think we agree that he has been a good boy. He's been holding nice and still for us in his milking position, just like you told him to. He's kept his head down and his thighs wide so that we can access his genitals well. What if he promises to give us his very best spurts and give us every last drop of his semen? Would you let him ejaculate for us if he promised to be such a very good boy?" Irene winked at her friend and slowed her hands so that they were just barely moving – ever so slowly down the length of his shaft. Then she gripped his penis in her left hand just above the crown of his glans, and rubbed the flat palm of her soft and well-lubricated palm in circles against the red and swollen head of his overly-aroused penis. Both ladies suppressed giggles as the boy gasped and moaned as his hips couldn't help but wiggle in response to the intense stimulation. Irene spoke in a soft and maternal voice, as though speaking to a very young child, as she said, "Craig, dear, your penis seems very sensitive, do you think I should stop rubbing and stroking and playing with your penis so you can rest honey?" Between gasps, the boy could only shake his head, 'no'. Irene increased the stimulation, pulling and twisting with her hand around his shaft and rubbing the tips of her soft fingers all over his glans. "I'm sorry, honey, Aunt Irene couldn't hear you. Please use your words like a good boy and tell me what you need." Irene had, in the past few weeks, become a highly skilled masturbatrix, able to manipulate her nephew's penis in all the unique ways that could control his ability to breathe, let alone talk. She used her skills to try to prohibit the desperate boy from talking, just to enjoy his delicious torment. She knew that by focusing all her attention to the head of his penis, he wouldn't be able to ejaculate, but he'd be overwhelmed by the intense sensations. Oh, how she loved boys and their oh-so-delightfully sensitive penises. She knew the old saying was true that if you were in control of a boy's penis, you were in control of the boy. Craig & Irene Ch. 01 Craig squirmed and panted and gasped for breath, trying to form words in his overwhelmed mind. "Ugh... Oh... Pleassse... Spurting.... Ooohhh... must... spurt.... Aaahhhhh...." He said in the midst of Irene's onslaught. Irene smiled and said to Daphne, "Dear, would you please pull his sweet testes down a bit, and make sure they can't be drawn up? That will help him hold back from spurting too quickly..." "Yes," said Daphne, "I'd be happy to," and she used both of her soft tiny hands to make a ring around his scrotum above his dangling testes, and gently held them down as she thought happily about his impending ejaculation and how delightful it would soon be to watch each precious spurt of semen filling up the sample cup. Irene said, "Craig, did I understand correctly that you'd prefer to be milked to ejaculation soon, rather than for me to just continue playing with your penis for a long time?" She continued to over-stimulate the boy's glans, turning it from a swollen red to a truly desperate and urgent purple with her skilled handling. He nodded emphatically, "Oooohh God... Yesssss.... Ughrrrrrr..... Ahhhhhh..... Please...... Now..... Arghhhhhh....." "Very well," said Irene, "If you insist. I suppose it is true that you've been a very good boy for us and does seem like you're ready to have a nice big ejaculation for us. Do you promise to spurt hard for us and give us every last precious drop of semen? If I ask Daphne nicely to release your testicles and come sit by me to watch your spurts, will you be a good boy and make big spurts for her and make me proud?" He nodded again, desperately squirming and moaning incoherently – no longer capable of more than that. Irene said, "Alright then. Daphne, why don't you come over to my left and sit in a dining chair, I'm sure you'd have a good view of Craig's spurting penis from there." "Delighted," said Daphne, and she gently let go of the boy's testes and took up her new position. Irene scooted a little to her right, toward Craig's bottom, and she reached her right hand between his thighs and grasped the shaft of his penis firmly. She began to stroke up and down with her right hand with firm even strokes. Her new position caused her right wrist to push against the boy's testicles as her hand stroked up his shaft, and with her left hand out of the way, she gave Daphne a clear view of the boy's purple head from whence would soon come spurts after spurt of juicy boy semen. Irene caressed the boy's bottom with her left hand as she stroked his penis quickly with her right. She said in a very maternal and comforting voice, "Alright honey, it's time for you to spurt out all of your semen while Daphne watches. Just let it flow now, dear. I want you to be a good boy for us now, and you have your Aunt Irene's permission to ejaculate for us." Irene stoked the young boy's penis vigorously for the umpteenth time. She marveled that her hands and arms had grown in their stamina for this task, never tiring anymore. She worked her boy's penis thoroughly, driving him right to the edge of ejaculation and over the cliff as her mature friend Daphne watched with rapt attention. Suddenly, as boys always do, Craig's body stiffened with every muscle tensed. "Here comes his semen," said Irene, and the moment his body relaxed, a long white rope of thick fluid spurted from the tip of his penis and splashed into the collection cup as Daphne's eyes opened wide in happy amazement. Another and another and another – the boy kept spurting into the cup as Irene continued stroking his penis and making sure that his head was over the collection beaker so that not a drop would be wasted. After five or six strong spurts, the boy's body relaxed further and Irene continued milking him. He dribbled more semen as Daphne looked on, and then finally Irene used long base-to-tip strokes to coax additional drops from the boy's softening penis. When there was not a drop more that could be enticed from the boy's spent penis, Irene let go of him. Craig rolled onto his back, away from the ladies, and lay there panting to catch his breath. Daphne looked up at her friend. "My, my," she cajoled, "You certainly have your hands full with this boy. Is it this intense every time he's milked?" "Yes," smiled Irene, "Isn't it wonderful?" "Certainly – I just want you to know you can count on me any time you need help with him." After the two ladies had milked a truly impressive amount of semen from the trembling boy's penis, they took him down from the table and helped him to lie down on a nearby chaise to rest from his labors. The women drank tea in quiet happiness as they sat near the boy's reclining body and observed his soft and resting genitals. Daphne was so pleased and fascinated with the ample size of the boy's penis and testicles, that with Irene's happy permission, she pulled a chair close beside the resting boy and laid her hand gently upon his genitals. The two women chatted for at least half an hour as Daphne sipped tea with one hand and explored Craig's soft and relaxed genitals with the other. Daphne sighed many times with contentment as she fondled the resting boy. It seemed so peaceful and natural for a woman to enjoy the warmth and velvet feeling of a boy's most intimate parts. When it was time to go, Daphne got to help Craig on with his pouch-panties and very much enjoyed helping his penis and testicles into the correct position inside the pouch. She even leaned forward and planted a chaste little kiss on the head of his penis. Daphne smiled up at him and gently patted his genitals as they nestled in their sheer pouch. She said, "Now you be a good boy for your Aunt Irene, and do come back and visit your Aunty Daphne soon. And when you do, be sure to wear your pretty panties, won't you dear?" "Yes, Ma'am," he said, blushing anew at the bold attentions he was receiving from the plump and pretty mature lady. Irene said, "Perhaps in the future, I could drop Craig off to stay with you for a day or two. I'm sure you've had enough experience now to be quite capable of taking good care of his penis and testicles and seeing to his milking needs." Daphne brightened, "Oh, yes, that would be lovely. Any time at all that I can help with Craig's needs, I'd be happy to do so." The two 50-something ladies hugged and kissed and so ended Craig's first visit to Daphne's home. In the subsequent weeks there had been many others and Daphne had become one of Irene's favorite partners to help her with Craig's milking schedule... On a different day, Irene took Craig shopping for some new swimming suits, since he loved swimming so much and summer was upon them. They went to the store in the nearby mall owned and operated by Irene's dear friend Cora, who had recently entered her sixties, and her 28-year-old daughter, Marilynn. While trying on several tiny Speedos and modeling them for the three ladies, two things happened. The girls got a very good display of the blushing boy's big genital bulges in the tiny swimming briefs he was forced to try on, each one smaller than the next. Also, as the time for his milking approached, he had an obvious erection, which simply could no longer be contained in the little briefs. Irene then made a big show of looking at her watch, and then explaining to Cora and Lynn that the boy was on a Doctor-ordered milking schedule to help his proper genital development. The look on the blushing and timid boy's face was priceless as Irene explained in great detail the requirements and methods prescribed to make the boy ejaculate 4 times a day on a strict schedule. Cora, who knew a little about it from phone conversations with Irene, then asked how she and her daughter could help support the boy's healthy program. Irene allowed as how they needed a place to perform his milking, and that it would be not only alright, but actually beneficial to the boy's conditioning if they watched and helped. Cora offered that they had a small sorting table in the back room, and Irene soon had the naked and erect boy on elbows and knees atop that very table as Cora and Lynn watched his milking. Irene continued to imprint they boy's mind powerfully during that session, by having both Cora and Lynn add to his intense feelings of helplessness and humiliation by massaging his testicles, holding the sample container, and even taking turns applying the prescribed milking motions to his erect penis. Both mother and daughter had a wonderful time and showed themselves to be 'naturals' by cheering him on and yet making his ejaculation as humiliating as possible by talking 'baby talk' to him. Cora was just a natural when it came to the 'baby talk'. She had the most fun leaning down and whispering into the boy's ear while either Irene or Marilynn was stroking his penis. Irene noted that the boy's ejaculation was extremely intense as Cora and Lynn worked together, saying all the right things to embarrass the boy to the fullest imaginable extent. Irene wished she had brought a note pad. Needless to say, the boy came in buckets to the absolute delight of mother and daughter alike, and it was deemed a very successful outing. Irene recounted all of Craig's milkings and exhibitionist adventures of the past few weeks to Dr. Andre during Craig's follow-up milking procedure at the clinic. It was an especially embarrassing milking for the boy. Dr. Andre performed it with the help of her trusty assistant Nikki, with Craig strapped into the stirrups again. But this time, there were also three young nursing interns in attendance to heighten Craig's experience of embarrassment, resulting in a truly prodigious ejaculation, much to the delight of the students who broke into applause as Craig lost himself in a fit of spurting. Dr. Andre had later spoken to Irene and Craig in her office about a very special and exclusive boy's school for which Craig might be an excellent candidate. Since Craig was an avid swimmer, perhaps he'd like to enroll in the summer swimming camp, receive excellent coaching, engage in competitions, and continue his genital development program in the bargain. Irene listened attentively as Dr. Andre explained that the school was very prestigious and exclusive and had been organized after the First World War around the concepts of Nouveu Femme philosophy as a sort of 'charm school' for young gentlemen. It was a boy's school for young men aged 18-21 where the boys received an excellent college education in an environment that espoused the Nouveu Femme virtues of Female-dominant relationships and society. The school was called the Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, and was owned, operated, and staffed exclusively by females and both Dr. Jordan Andre and her sister Professor Victoria Andre were on the board of directors. This particular institution had always focused on instilling submissive behavior and feelings in the young men toward the mature maternal guidance upon which they would be dependent for the rest of their lives. All of the staff – administration, teachers, the board of regents, and even the 'boosters' of the swimming team – were all mature women in their 50's and 60's, who provided maternal wisdom and guidance to instill the formation of submissiveness in their young male students. In addition to teaching the Nouveu Femme philosophy, the Institute now employed, with Dr. Andre's help, the very methods that Irene was currently using to help her young nephew's genital development – the pill, the lotion, and the scheduled milkings – as well as the mental and emotional imprinting practices to help enhance the young man's development as a submissive male suitable for a Nouveu Femme lifestyle in the company of enlightened women. Each boy's sponsor, in Craig's case that would be Irene, had the responsibility to meet with the boy for a milking session 4 evenings a week to keep up their special and intimate relationship. That would mean Irene would have to attend the evening session with Craig Monday through Thursday evenings. Luckily, the institute was nestled in the hills just 10 miles from the clinic so it would not create an excessive travel burden. Irene was very interested and said so. Craig admitted that he loved to swim and would relish the opportunity to attend a swimming camp. Though the boy was very embarrassed to admit it, he agreed that it would be good for him to be able to continue his genital development program at camp. Dr. Andre smiled knowingly, and then took steps to help the process along. As Irene took Craig home, she was excited about the literature she had received from Dr. Andre, and the appointment she and her nephew had that evening with Head Mistress Dawson to discuss Craig's acceptance to the swimming camp, which was to begin on Monday, just two days hence. There were only 12 boys accepted to the camp, and with only one slot left, she hoped Craig would be admitted. Dr. Andre had magnanimously made a phone call and set the appointment, so Irene was hopeful. Craig liked the idea of the swimming camp and was very interested. Little did Craig know what the qualification process would entail, but Irene knew he would do well. It was a 12 week course lasting the summer, and if he excelled in the camp, he could be offered admission to the school for the fall semester! When they got home, Irene had the boy shower and dress in his best clothes for the interview. They only had a few hours to get there with bells on. The time came and as Irene steered her car through the large gates, she realized the institute was a former mansion of huge size. It had stables, an indoor Olympic sized pool, a full gymnasium, and over 50 rooms on a parcel exceeding 100 acres of rolling hills. It was most impressive. Upon entering the foyer, they were escorted to the meeting room by a fit and rather severe-looking woman in her sixties who identified herself as Ms. Rigby, the biology teacher. The meeting room was a large ballroom with an expansive dance floor, a stage, and vaulted ceilings painted with exquisite replicas of famous and recognizable artwork, all of which had been modified to feature the males fully nude while the females were fully dressed. The males in the paintings were all young and very well-endowed, making Irene's breath catch. All around the room, there was still more artwork. All paintings of nude young men in various poses, their large genitalia displayed to great advantage, and all in the company of several fully dressed and mature women. It dawned on Irene, when she saw that many of the women were repeatedly represented with different boys, that these might be portraits of past students of distinction. Ms. Rigby ushered the Aunt and nephew to a large conference table at the far end of the room. Seated at the table were five women around Irene's age, all dressed immaculately with an air of both grace and authority about them. They rose and each gave both Irene and Craig an introduction, a warm smile, and a welcoming handshake. Once they were all seated around the table, Head Mistress Elizabeth Dawson introduced the other 4 women as members of the swim team booster society. Ms. Dawson gave a brief history and description of the Institute that mirrored what Dr. Andre had told them. Irene was startled when the Head Mistress specifically stated that there were really only three qualifications for a boy's entrance to the summer program. First, he had to be recommended by a staff member or a member of the board of regents, or the booster society. Second, he had to have already shown strong personality traits of submissiveness and obedience to female authority. And last, in order to be admitted to the swimming program, the boy had to have larger-than-average genitalia. It was something of a shock for Irene to hear such a thing stated in so matter-of-fact a tone. Craig blushed and looked down, bringing smiles to the faces of the five representatives of the Institute. Since neither Craig nor Irene spoke, the Head Mistress continued. "The founders of the Institute, now long dead, were three women. They were sisters, named Eunice, Eleanor, and Francis Larraine. They were of a family of French Aristocrats and came to this country around the turn of the century to distinguish themselves as wealthy matrons of the arts. They were well before their time as they imagined the early ideas of the Nouveu Femme philosophy, and sought a way by which they could begin to make them flourish. "In 1905, the sisters Larraine founded a women's college in this very city. Today it is known as Bellamore University, where a member of our board, Dr. Victoria Andre, is the dean of Women's Studies. Other than the more avant-garde curriculum in the Women's Studies department, Bellamore has become a very mainstream coeducational university, as you well know. "What was kept very quiet, and is fairly unknown today, is that in 1920 they founded the Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, to which they gave their former home as the campus and a large endowment to maintain it. This institute still operates today as it did at its founding, very strictly according to the 10 principals of which you will learn shortly." The Head Mistress took a moment to allow the historical information to sink in. After a suitable pause, she said, "A moment ago I listed the three qualifications for admission. The qualifications themselves contain two of the 10 principals upon which the school was founded. The Sisters Larraine imagined a very simple solution to the obvious problem of how one could know a boy's status as regards the first two principals of the institute – a student must have a submissive and obedient nature toward women, and he must have a generous endowment." Ms. Dawson looked at Craig and said, "Young man, please stand up." Almost without hesitation, Craig stood as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She said, "Thank you Craig. Now, I want you to undo your trousers and pull them down, and then pull down your underpants so that we can see the size and shape of your penis and testicles." The woman spoke in a completely natural voice, betraying no hint of emotion. Likewise, the faces of her four compatriots displayed no hint of interest or anticipation. Craig looked quickly at Irene and blushed. His Aunt nodded that he should continue. Craig looked down and fumbled with his belt buckle, afraid to look up at the women sitting at the table. "Please keep your eyes front, young man, and be quick. We simply want to see your genitals. Do not displease us with further delay." "Yes, Ma'am," Craig whispered. A mixture of nervousness and resignation on his blushing face, the boy kept his eyes of the ladies in front of him as he undid his pants and let them fall. Then he gripped the waist of his pouch-panties and pushed them to his ankles and stood up straight to allow the women to see his nakedness. "Please lift your shirt, Craig, so that it doesn't impede our view." Craig lifted his shirt tails and stood, mortification written all over his face. Despite the strange formality of the situation, Craig's penis was pulsing with the beginning of an erection. Several of the women whispered to each other, and Irene thought she made out the word 'perfect' said by one of the booster society members. The Head Mistress spoke again. "Please answer my questions with complete honesty, Craig, as your admittance to our program depends upon it." He nodded, with fear and sincerity in his eyes. Her voice changed. It was now softer, warmer, like a mother comforting her beloved child. "Craig," she said, "do you feel embarrassed and humiliated that you have pulled down your pants and displayed your penis and testicles so that we can look at them?" He swallowed and whispered, "Yes, Ma'am," as his penis throbbed and erected still more. Craig & Irene Ch. 01 In the same caring and comforting voice, she said, "Even though you feel embarrassed, does it arouse you to know we are looking at your naked genitals?" He hesitated, but then whispered, "Yes, Ma'am." "Craig," she asked sincerely, "Do you want to pull your pants up?" There was a long pause as the boy looked confused. A broad range of conflicting emotions played across his face to eventually be replaced by revelation. He then admitted very quietly, "No, Ma'am," as his blushing renewed its vigor and his eyes fell to the floor in shame. Finally, the Head Mistress smiled, "Good boy," she said with happiness in her voice, "you may be seated." He started to reach for his pants, but then looked up at her for guidance. She smiled and shook her head slightly and he left his pants pooled at his ankles as he sat down with his now erect penis jutting up from his lap lewdly. Still smiling, Ms. Dawson said, "Good boy," eliciting just a small embarrassed grin from Craig's face. She looked at him a moment and then said, "Spread your thighs for us, Craig. A boy must not hide his charms from a woman's eyes." Craig's face betrayed renewed humiliation as he forced his legs apart to display his genitals for the women. He felt pleased when they all smiled and nodded slightly. The Head Mistress cleared her throat and spoke again in the more formal tone with which she had begun. "We believe Craig will make a nice addition to the swim team, and we will approve his admission as the final member of the summer swim camp." Both Irene and Craig smiled. The Head Mistress continued to smile, and spoke in an ironic tone. "There are two more of the ten principals which have now come into play. The third principal is that a boy is not allowed to have un-cared-for erection, and the forth is that a boy is not allowed to masturbate; ever. Therefore, we now have a problem that must be dealt with." Her eyes focused on Craig's penis in its fully erect condition to indicate the 'problem'. She then looked at Irene meaningfully. "The fifth principal is the principal of nurture and care. Since you are present as his Aunt and guardian Irene, it falls upon you to remedy his erection by the most proper and natural means." She turned her head to Craig and said, "Now we come to the fifth principal – the principal of request. Just as it is Irene's role to care for your erection, it is your duty to be a polite and respectful boy. By having an erection, whether it is purposeful or not, you have put a demand of honor upon your loving Aunt Irene. Therefore you must be suitably polite and respectful of her position and request her aid and support. You must ask her to help you according to the principal of request." She looked at Craig to see if he seemed to understand. Satisfied, she said, "There is a protocol of language that you must learn to use, and you will learn to say these words to the woman who has charge over you at any given time the need arises." She smiled in amusement, and continued, "The wording is somewhat archaic, but yet remains very appropriate. Please repeat after me. 'Aunt Irene, I have become aroused and my penis is erect. I humbly ask that you touch my penis intimately, so that if it pleases you, I may spend my semen at your bidding and become again soft in your hand.'" Craig did his best to say the humiliating words, and with correction and help from Ms. Dawson, he spoke the formula correctly on his third try. All during this time, Irene listened and watched the boy with fascination. She thought it was wonderful that the boys in this school would be milked by several different women several times a day. And the idea that the boy would have to 'report' his erections, and 'request' to be masturbated and milked, was just a stroke of genius! She looked from the women at the table to Craig, and said, "Alright, dear, thank you for asking." She pulled her chair closer, adjusted her position, and began to masturbate her nephew as the ladies watched. The experiences of the evening had had such effect on Craig that it did not take long for him to start to squirm and gasp under her loving stimulation. She increased the urgency of her strokes and began to coach her boy. "Good boy to ask your Aunty to rub your penis. Such a nice penis you have, dear, so stiff and full of boy-juice that you're going to give to me soon... Show the nice ladies what big-boy spurts you can give me. I want you to spurt for me now, Craig, make nice big juicy spurts of semen for us! You must keep your hands off your penis, but I'm stroking you now and making you spurt. The nice ladies here will help you to spurt when your penis gets stiff, dear, so don't worry. Now come for me!" The boy moaned and writhed and spurted again and again as Aunt Irene drove him through his ejaculation until he was just a dribbling, quivering mass of spent boy-flesh. When she had milked him quite thoroughly, the five ladies gave polite applause and a few "Good boy's" and "Well done's". Ms. Dawson produced a few tissues and handed them to Irene so that she could clean the boy up. Craig just lay in the chair, covered in his own semen, exhausted and spent. "That was lovely," said the Head Mistress, "We all enjoyed that very much, as I'm sure Craig did too. We'll expect to see your nephew here at 9am on Monday to begin his time with us at Swim Camp. Please be on time. Now Ms. Rigby will show you out." "Thank you," said Irene, 'We'll see you Monday." Craig & Irene Ch. 02 This story contains Femdom themes – including dominant older women and submissive younger men, and perhaps some occasional F/m spanking. If this sort of theme does not appeal to you, please check out some other author's stories on Literotica that will better suit your tastes. All the best to you!!! The "Craig & Irene" story is a spin-off from chapter 8 of "Ms. Andre dates my dad." I got so many complements regarding the 'Craig & Irene' side-story, that I've begun to give their adventure its own separate tale. I hope that many readers will continue to enjoy Craig's journey to become a true slut-boy. Craig & Irene - the Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Ch.02 All too soon, it was Monday morning and Craig was nervous as he got up and made his bed. Aunt Irene happened to be walking by the doorless entry of his small bedroom and paused to smile and watch the boy's cute bottom and dangling testicles as he bent across the bed to pull the covers up. It occurred to her that she was neglecting her nephews round boyish bottom, just begging for a few swats to warm each cheek to a pink and tingling glow. Since and occasional bare-bottomed spanking was recommended as an additional help in bringing out a boy's submissive nature, she reminded herself to come up with an excuse to have him across her lap... But right now it was 7AM, and time for Craig's morning milking session. Over the many weeks of his stay with his Aunt Irene, his body had grown accustomed to the scheduled milkings he received from his Aunt several times a day. Due to this, and due to being only just 18, he had a fine erection already standing out from the juncture of his thighs, wiggling delightfully with his every move. Irene had brought Craig's morning pill with her, as well as the genital development cream, so that his daily regimen could begin as ordered by Dr. Andre. The good doctor had prescribed the daily pill, the regularly scheduled milking of young Craig's copiously produced semen, and the application of the genital development cream, in order to facilitate full and healthy development of Craig's genitals. Irene never got tired of seeing the boy naked. He was so young and fresh and clean-looking, especially since she had begun to keep his genitals and tummy shaved free of all pubic hair. His large genitalia looked just wonderful so naked and bare and vulnerable, and keeping a boy bare helped make him feel continually 'naked' and furthered his submissive feelings. She loved how soft the bare skin of his scrotum felt in her hands, and the velvet-over-iron feel of his young erect penis. At 58 years old, Irene had never imagined that she would be so lucky as to have her young nephew living with her, going nude in her home or doing chores while wearing the delightful pouch-panties in pretty colors for her never-ending visual enjoyment... She did think that his genitals were responding well to the therapy program. They certainly seemed bigger than they were before, and it was the size of his genitals that first attracted her to her nephew. She had always wondered what a truly bigger-than-average penis was like, and she certainly was well acquainted with Craig's endowment now. And she liked his extra-large size very much, and she was also fascinated with his shape as well as his size. His hairless genitals seemed almost out of proportion with his slight build. He was muscular, but thin, and his boy-parts seemed just enormous as they hung and swung from his taunt groin. Whether flaccid or stiff, or especially pleasing at is throbbed between those two states, Irene just adored every shape of the boy's penis. Craig finished making the bed and looked up to see his Aunt standing in the open doorway. Even now, after all this time of being seen naked by his Aunt, he blushed and tried to cover his erect penis with his hands. Still a delightfully bashful boy, Irene thought. She said, "Craig, dear, you know the rule in my house about covering your genitals...now you be a good boy and stand up straight with your hands at your sides like a gentleman." Irene's lips curled into a grin as she realized what a lovely excuse for a spanking it would be whenever Craig tried to hide his nakedness from her - or from any of her female friends, for that matter... "Yes, Ma'am," he said, blushing and looking at the floor as his hands fell to his sides to reveal his lewdly jutting erection and heavily dangling testicles to her view. "That's my good boy, now come here and take your pill, dear," said Irene. She happily watched the boy's large penis swaying stiffly with each step and involuntarily licked her lips. Not for the first time, she imagined her lips on the boy's turgid purple head, just at the moment of his ejaculation. She wondered if feeling his hot jets of semen splash against her tongue, tasting his precious offering, and swallowing the nutritious boy-juice he would give her would be wrong. Certainly she could estimate his quantity of ejaculation based upon previous mornings for the logbook... and then nobody would know except her and Craig... But she decided to control her urges and satisfy herself with the enjoyment of milking her young nephew, which duty she would happily perform in only moments. She decided to change his milking position this time, because variety was good for the boy, she thought. And she had been thinking of how nice and helpless he looked when she brought her nephew in for a 'check up' at the Andre Clinic for Male Genital Health - because they put him on an examination table complete with stirrups! She really enjoyed watching her boy being milked by the professional women at the clinic, especially in that special oh-so-helpless position. Her mind wandered to the Larraine Institute, where Craig was due to arrive at 9AM sharp to begin the summer swimming camp. She was very proud that he had been admitted, and she looked forward to being a part of the prestigious institution as Craig's Guardian. She was sure that the wise and mature women of the Institute must have many wonderful ways to milk the penises of the boys in their charge, since they had 12 young men to care for. Especially considering that the Institute had 'principals' to abide by - principals that included regularly relieving young men of their semen - how delicious! Craig dutifully took his pill with the water Irene gave him, and then Aunt Irene took his hand and led him into the hallway. She was now well versed in using her words to help develop the boy's submissive feelings and keep his embarrassment peaked during and between his milkings. It was an important part of his therapy and she enjoyed the mind-play very much. As Irene led her young nephew down the hallway, she started in with her little chat, to help the boy feel very self-conscious and frame his arousal in a male-submissive way so as to imprint his mind with the right connections between female-dominance and the pleasure of ejaculation. Dr. Andre had encouraged Irene to work this angle relentlessly. She had said, "The best ejaculation comes from a boy with a whimper of surrender - as though he has no choice but to obediently submit to your will, and give his semen at your command. If you imprint him properly, he'll learn that only a mature, caring, and loving woman can properly take care of a young man's genitals." To pursue that goal, Irene spoke to her young nephew, Craig. "Craig, honey, I see that you have a very nice erection this morning. Your penis looks so pretty and pink when you are erect. Are you ready to have me milk your penis and get some nice big spurts of semen?" Craig bashfully croaked, "Yes, Ma'am," feeling embarrassed as he did every time his Aunt or one of her friends spoke to him like that. Her voice had a maternal quality as though talking to a young boy, and it made him feel timid and insecure - which was of course Irene's plan. "I think it will be very nice this morning for you to lie on your back," she said, as she led him into her own bedroom. "I want you to sit on the edge of the bed and lie back, dear, and then grab hold beneath your knees and make them high and wide for me. Can you do that, honey?" "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered. He felt it was strange how whenever his Aunt or another mature woman gave him instructions, he felt the need to obey, especially if the instruction was embarrassing. And being spoken to like that also seemed to increase his arousal as he felt his penis throb and stiffen even more. It was like having his Aunt tell him that it was time for his bath, or it was time to go to bed. As though it was a normal and natural thing for her to tell him that it was time for her to milk his penis and make him spurt out all of his semen. Somehow it made him fell 'cared for' when his Aunt announced that she would milk him, and it gave him a warm feeling. Irene helped the boy to sit at the edge of the bed and lie back, enjoying the sight of his big, stiff penis pointing straight up and throbbing nicely. She brought a little chair over from her vanity and set it between the boy's spread legs. "Now, honey, I need you to lift your legs up and grab behind your knees with your hands... That's it, good boy, now spread your thighs nice and wide... Now pull your knees up more... Yes, that's very nice, Craig, I like how openly you are displaying your penis and testicles for me. Very good..." She sat down between his wide-open legs so that his penis was presented to her and easily accessible. She began to massage his testes as she spoke to him in a calm, motherly tone. "Isn't it nice to present your genitals to me this way, honey?" He nodded. "Use your words, dear." "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered. "Good boy," she said, continuing to massage and roll his testicles in her experienced hands, marveling at their size and weight. "Now, Craig," she cooed softly, "I want you to rock your pelvis forward so that you are voluntarily offering your genitals for me to care for. Can you do that, honey? Ah, yes, that's my good boy, offering his penis and testicles to his Aunt Irene very nicely." She smiled warmly in approval and gave his testes a more vigorous, yet loving massage. "Doesn't it feel nice for you to open up for me like this?" He nodded. She said, "And when your thighs are nice and wide for me, so that I can take good care of your penis and testicles, doesn't it feel good to surrender yourself like this to me, dear?" He whispered, "Yes, Ma'am," closing his eyes and blushing again, much to his Aunt's delight. "Good boy," she said, "It's good for you to be in a nice open and vulnerable position like this. It shows that you are trusting me and submitting yourself to me. See how good it feels to voluntarily submit your genitals to my care?" He nodded and whispered "Yes, Ma'am," as his hips wiggled under her caresses and fondling. Irene just relaxed on her stool and enjoyed a few quiet moments alone with her nephew's genitals, enjoying the feel of his stiff penis, the fullness and firmness of his youthful testicles, and the smooth softness of his bare scrotum. She loved spending casual time just enjoying the boy's nakedness - feeling unhurried so that she could take the time to explore every little feature of his genitals with her hands and eyes. And of course, it pleased her to watch his body's reactions to her touch as he wiggled and occasionally sighed under her mature and knowing hands. "This morning I'm going to rub your penis so that you can make me some nice big-boy spurts, dear. But before I make you spurt for me, I'll be working on your sensitivity training. Do you understand, honey?" "Yes, Ma'am," he moaned as she slowly began to stroke his fully swollen and stiff shaft. She continued, "Now, when I rub your penis, I'm going to work on expanding the amount of stimulation you can endure on the head of your penis. It is very good for a boy to have the head of his penis stimulated, don't you agree, dear?" "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered as Irene licked the palm of her left hand and gently capped his swollen pink head, letting the stroking motion of her right hand provide just a little movement to begin to stimulate his glans. "Yes, it's very good for you, honey. And when I stimulate the head of your penis, and the sensations are overwhelming for you, I need you to keep your hips rocked up like a good boy, so that you are fully participating in the therapy. If you let your hips fall back naturally, it would be like you're being a naughty boy and not fully cooperating with your treatments." She gripped his stiff penis in her hand more tightly and began to move in long strokes from base to tip to base, smiling as he closed his eyes and gasped slightly. She said, "Craig dear, I need to hear you promise me you'll keep your thighs nice and wide apart, and your hips rocked up so that you are intentionally offering your penis to me for therapy and milking. Tell me you promise, honey..." "I promise," he gasped, already having difficulty holding still for his mature Aunt. She cooed, "Yes, very good. A good boy keeps his hips up, and offers his genitals properly, dear. A bad boy tries to pull away. I want you to be a good boy for me and keep your knees high and wide and your hips up in 'offering' position, no matter how intensely I stimulate your pretty purple penis head. Can you do that for me, dear?" "I'll try," he whispered, as he wiggled involuntarily in response to Irene's hands at play upon his naked genitals. Irene stroked his penis slowly but firmly with one hand, and fondled his big testicles with the other to give the head of his penis a small rest, all the time smiling and cooing encouraging sounds to the boy. Noting his difficulty in holding the proper position, she kept encouraging him, knowing that her words and the requirement of his 'proper position' were excellent imprinting words to maximize his helpless and submissive feelings. She said, "Craig, keep your thighs spread wide, honey, and keep your hips up. Remember we talked about that you need to participate willingly by staying in 'offering' position? And you promised me you would be a good boy and keep offering your penis to me. Now tell your Aunt Irene what it is to properly 'offer' your genitals, dear." Irene purposefully increased the urgency of her stroking on his penis, and she moistened her hand again and started gently twisting her fist around the corona of his head with each stroke to increase the stimulation. "I have to... uh...uh... keep my... legs spread wide...and... ugh...ooohhh... keep my hips up...aaahhhh... so that I.... ooohh... offer my penis.... ahhhhh... and testicles... uhooooohh... to you.... Ma'am.... oooohhh." "That's very good, honey, and you're doing a good job." She did so love to make a boy answer a question while his penis was being played with. Boys were so cute when their penises had wise and mature feminine hands at work on them... Irene reached into her pocket and took out a small tube of genital development cream. She paused to lather a portion onto her right hand, and then gripped Craig's head like a door knob in her hand and began to turn back and forth. The lubrication made it possible for her to grip firmly and yet her hand slid easily on his glans. This sent the boy into shivers and convulsions, writhing and rocking and gasping. Irene loved how such a small movement of her soft little hand could cause her nephew to react so vigorously. She stifled a giggle. "Breathe, Craig," she cooed lovingly, "Try to relax honey, I know you can do it. Just relax and concentrate on your offering position. I know it's difficult to hold still for me, but this is an important part of the therapy we have to do together, dear. You can take it, honey, just breathe." His movements slowed and his thighs opened wider again and his hips rocked upward as he tried hard to fully surrender his penis. Irene could see the concentration on his brow as he fought the urge to withdraw his penis from her hand's torturous stimulation. He could hold the position for a few moments, and then he'd lose control and let go of a leg or pull his pelvis down. These things never deterred Irene from continuing the stimulation of his penis, but she would calmly remind him that he was out of position, and watch gleefully as he fought his natural responses and pulled his thighs wide, bringing his hips forward again as he gasped and moaned loudly. It was a battle inside young Craig - to keep his body voluntarily surrendered and offered while enduring the overwhelming stimulation on the head of his penis. It was as though the development cream made his glans even more sensitive to stimulation - which was a thought that pleased Irene. He was moaning and writing as his Aunt relentlessly played with the young boy's penis, scrambling the circuits of his brain with contradictory inputs. Her voice continued lovingly insisting that he hold the 'offering position', while her hands made doing so virtually impossible. With her hands, she was overwhelming the boy with stimulation that he couldn't handle, and with her words she was cooing, encouraging, and demanding that he hold his offering position still and endure the torturous pleasure/pain that was just too much. He tried to obey, but every time he succeeded in spreading wide for his Aunt and pushing his genitals up towards her in 'offering', she would praise him but at the same time increase the stimulation and force him to fail. "Be a good boy, Craig, open your thighs wide and push your hips up for me. Offer me your penis, dear, even though it's it seems too much for you - i know you can do it. You can open up for me... yes, good boy... oh honey, now don't close your legs, keep them nice and wide for me, that's it... now bring your hips up... push your penis forward for me... that's a good boy... yes, now hold that position... very nice.... you can take more, honey, that's a good boy... give your penis to Aunt Irene... Yes... I know it's so hard to do.... yes, my sweet little nephew can give me his penis so I can play with it..." On and on the cycles of surrender and retreat played out until the boy was covered in sweat and panting hard as he struggled to obey against the onslaught of over-stimulation Irene was forcing upon the delicate and oh-so-sensitive purple head of his penis. She continued to coo and whisper and cajole and command that he surrender completely and take it. "Just open up and relax, honey, and let Aunt Irene play with your penis... yes, give me your penis, honey... you need to get used to this, dear, because lots of different women at your new school will need to take their turn with you.... you'll be milked at least 6 times a day, dear... it will make me so proud when they say you were a good boy and stayed in position as they touched and felt and played with your pretty penis..." The boy just continued to writhe and moan and fight to hold the offering position, pleasing Irene very much with his efforts to be a good boy and obey. Then she had a thought. She slowed the onslaught her hands were prosecuting on the boy's tender and sensitive penis enough so that he calmed down a bit more. She grinned to herself and said, "Now honey, I want you to get into a good offering position... Yes, that's it, good boy... And now, I want you to hold your position and ask me for more. I want to hear you ask me to keep playing with your penis more vigorously for as long as I want. i know you can be a good boy and do that for me..." Craig pulled himself into position, lewdly raising and spreading his knees and pushing his pelvis upward toward his Aunt's hands. He gasped, "Please Aunt Irene, please play with my penis more - as much as you want to... Ahhhhh.... oooooooooh..." Craig & Irene Ch. 02 She said, "Yes dear, thank you for being a good boy and asking for more," as she doubled her attentions to the swollen head of his penis, twirling and rolling the palm of her hand across his glans as she pumped his thick shaft. Finally, after driving the boy near the breaking point, Irene stopped stimulating the head of his penis and returned her hand to stroking his shaft lovingly. "There, there, dear, you've been very good for me, and now you can relax while I make all your semen spurt out." The boy collapsed in a mixture of relief and despair, his mind completely turned to mush from the mixed signals of intense overstimulation and the coaching to 'offer' his genitals for more stimulation, and yet at the same time to 'relax' - which was impossible! His breathing was deep and ragged and his heart was beating a mile a minute. Irene smiled as she sped up her stroking. Just a few moments, she thought, and he'll be spurting nice juicy spurts of fresh warm semen for her enjoyment. She didn't care about getting the measuring cup because she didn't want to disturb the flow of stimulation she was applying to the boy. Again, she looked at the swollen purple puffy head of the boy's penis and licked her lips. Dare I? No, she thought firmly, I won't do that. She began to stroke fast and hard, making the boy's body bounce and shake on the bed as she worked his big stiff penis. His head moved side to side and he moaned incoherently in response. He began to whimper helplessly, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth locked open at the edge of ejaculation. Irene pointed his penis toward his navel and gripped his big testicles, giving them a firm squeeze. "Surrender, Craig," she cooed softly, "surrender your semen, just let it happen. You know you can't stop it. I'm making you ejaculate, honey, so just let it happen. Just relax and surrender to your Aunt Irene. I'm making your penis spurt, dear, so just fully submit to me and you may come for me." He let out a long and truly soulful moan and it was followed by the whimpers of despair and helplessness that Irene wanted to hear. She smiled as the first spurt of semen flowed from his penis. It was a good spurt in volume, but it wasn't a truly powerful spurt. It was more of a gush and flow, and only traveled a few inches before falling on his bare shaved tummy. There followed another big gush, and another, and another, accompanied by plaintive and helpless-sounding whimpers. Each gush and flow was weaker than the previous one, but there were many and he was producing a very large amount of fluid, which pleased Irene greatly. She wondered about the over-stimulation of his glans affecting the boy's ability to shoot his sperm in the usual way. But she decided she liked this method, and enjoyed that his ejaculation was different and no less interesting than every other. This was a slower and somehow more intimate ejaculation, taking longer between spurts, and Irene stroked him more slowly as he came, keeping time with the relaxed tempo. The boy continued to moan softly and make the most delightfully helpless whimpers through his pouting lips as Irene caressed and coaxed his semen out with long slow strokes. She felt it was a very intimate ejaculation, perhaps the most intimate they had yet shared, and she marveled at how sweet and tender it was to feel each slow pulse in her hand and watch the white fluid continue to flow and dribble from the boy's pink and purple penis. Fully half of the boy's ejaculate merely dripped and pooled on her fingers as it continued to slowly flow out of him as she milked him fully of each precious drop. She felt as though his ejaculation took more than a full minute from the first gush to the last dribbles. When she was sure there was no more semen to be coaxed from the boy's exhausted and half-erect penis, she laid his member softly against his belly and stepped into the bathroom to clean her hands and get a warm wet towel to clean him up. It's so messy this way without the collection cup, she thought as she smiled at her semen soaked fingers, but it's very nice too. When she milked him on his hands and knees, making him spurt into the measuring cup, she seldom had to wipe him at all, let alone clean her own hands. But this morning both she and the boy were messy with his warm offering. She looked at the warm pearly fluid, squishy between her fingers, and her mouth watered involuntarily. It seemed so intimate to have her hand so drenched with her nephew's warm and rich semen. I suppose it wouldn't matter if I just had a taste of the boy, she thought, as she lifted her hand to her face and took a deep sniff of his scent. It was vaguely bleachy and very male, she thought. It made her wonder more about its possible flavor. Without thinking further, she slipped the tip of her tongue out toward her small hand, and let it dab at her nephew's boy-juices. Just a little taste won't hurt anything. She couldn't taste or feel anything on her tongue, the sample was just too small. She turned her head to confirm that the doorway to the bathroom didn't reveal her to the boy on the bed. She turned back and opened her mouth, watching herself in the mirror as she let two semen-laden fingers slip in. Irene watched her lips close on her fingers, and she watched her fingers slowly drawn out. Her fingers were now clean - her tongue had even slid between her digits of its own accord so as not to waste a drop. There was taste now and she could feel the thick consistency of the gooey fluid, unusual and rare. She decided that it was nice, and it made her feel warm inside. She was affectionate toward her nephew, and this little private intimacy with him felt very special to her. She rolled the boy's semen around in her mouth, examining its flavor and texture as it quickly dissolved and she swallowed. She decided she liked it quite well. Irene repeated the process, licking her nephew's semen from the rest of her hand. Soon she had cleaned the boy's juices thoroughly from her hand, and had savored and swallowed every last bit. She quickly washed her hands and brought the wet towel back to her nephew and cleaned the semi-conscious boy gently and lovingly. She sat on the side of the bed next to him and caressed his face for a few minutes, letting him recover from what she thought was a truly special time together. When the boy roused, she helped him up and shooed him into the shower and then made breakfast. After they had eaten, she got him dressed and out the door. As they pulled up to the entrance of the Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, she gave her invitation to the guard at the gate, and drove to the parking area. "Well, here we are, Craig," she said, "Are you ready?" "I'm nervous," he said, looking at her for support. "Don't worry dear," she said as she gave him a hug, "I'm sure the nice ladies here will take good care of you. Just be a good boy and do whatever they say." She gave him a peck on the cheek and then he was out of the car and going up the steps toward his new adventure. Irene called from the car's open window, "I'll see you tomorrow night, honey." "I'll see you then, Aunt Irene," he called back waving. And then he disappeared through the massive oak doors... Craig & Irene Ch. 03 This story contains Femdom themes -- including dominant older women and submissive younger men, and perhaps some occasional F/m spanking. If this sort of theme does not appeal to you, please check out some other author's stories on Literotica that will better suit your tastes. All the best to you!!! The "Craig & Irene" story is a spin-off from chapter 8 of "Ms. Andre dates my dad." I got so many complements regarding the 'Craig & Irene' side-story, that I've begun to give their adventure its own separate tale. I hope that many readers will continue to enjoy Craig's journey to become a true slut-boy. This story is dedicated to all the Ladies in their 50's and 60's out there who are still hot women - your sure hands and knowing, comforting smiles are so good for us younger boys, who need your nurturing attention to our youthful genitals... Craig & Irene - the Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Ch.03 Inside the Mansion: Craig walked through the big oak doors and found a very comfortable reception area with warm and homey furnishings. There were three well dressed women, seemingly near the age of his Aunt Irene, sitting in various chairs and the sofa while sipping tea and chatting. The ladies looked up to see Craig entering with a look of wonder and confusion on his face. They smiled at him and a buxom brunette in a red dress and a black hat said, "Don't worry, dear, the reception area for boys is just down the hall. Is this your first time here?" He nodded, and the three women grinned again knowingly. "Well," said the brunette as she eyed him up and down, "I'm sure you'll make a wonderful addition to the swim team." Just then, a young girl of about 25 dressed in a white nursing uniform walked up, her white heels clicking on the parquet flooring and her large bosom jiggling with each step. The brunette said, "Ah, there's Caroline now, she'll take charge of you dear." The women all smiled at the boy and the brunette added, "I'm sure we'll see you again soon, as there's a scheduled swimming practice within the hour." The young girl in white had now made her way to them and, taking Craig by the hand she said, "Hi Craig, you can call me Caroline. I'll be taking you to Nurse Wanda right away so that we can get your physical exam and grooming taken care of before swimming practice starts." The young nurse was smiling, and Craig thought he heard the slightest twitter of a giggle from one of the seated mature ladies, but he thought nothing of it. He let himself be led by Caroline down the hallway and into a large room. This must have been a conservatory, thought Craig, since the Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen was fashioned from an enormous turn-of-the-century mansion. The room was brightly lit, bathed in white paint and with a white floor. There were white metal chairs set up in sort of a 'gallery', capable of seating about a dozen persons. Opposite the chairs, in the middle of a wide-open space, was a white medical exam table, complete with stirrups and straps. Craig knew all about that sort of table from his previous 'treatments' at the Andre Clinic for Male Genital Health - it was there that he was first milked, and the doctor had prescribed his milking schedule and the application of his genital development cream and his daily pill. He got a sort of 'falling' sensation in his tummy as Caroline led him straight away toward the table as she said, "Nurse Wanda is in charge of all the boys' personal grooming, and she will be in shortly to examine you and see to it that you are suitably clean and fresh like all our boys must be. She'll see to it that all your pubic hair is removed from your genital area - and I'm sure you'll look very nice, dear." The girl's eyes sparkled as she said this with a smile, making everything seem so normal and natural. She continued, "Let's get you out of your clothes so that you're ready to go when Nurse Wanda arrives." "Uh, ok," mumbled Craig. It felt strange to have someone help him undress, but it seemed that Caroline was in a hurry. Her hands were all over him, unbuttoning, unfastening, unzipping, and pulling things off and pulling things down. Craig hardly had to lift a finger before he found himself standing before Caroline in nothing save his little pink pouch panties. The young woman smiled when she saw them, "Oh, your pouch panties are very pretty, Craig," she said. "They are such a wonderful invention the way they present a boy's genitals so nicely. In fact, all our swimming uniforms are based on the pouch-concept of presenting male genitals properly for the visual enjoyment of our Boosters. Isn't that nice?" "Uh, I guess so..." mumbled Craig, feeling quite embarrassed and beginning to blush. "Ah, here they come," said Caroline, as she looked over Craig's shoulder. Craig turned his head to see a mature, petite brunette woman in a lab coat walking into the room from a side door, smiling happily at Craig. She was followed by 6 or 8 well dressed women in their 50's and 60's. Craig noticed that the three women he had seen in the lobby were not among this crowd. Caroline said, "Why Craig, how nice, Nurse Wanda has a few of our Boosters with her. They will be observing your exam and grooming, and perhaps they'll even lend a hand to prepare you for swimming. Our Boosters are very involved and active with our swim club, and they take an intimate interest in each of our boys. I'm sure you'll be meeting every one of them soon." "Oh..." said Craig, as he watched the mature ladies file in and take their seats very gracefully. They were all dressed in beautiful summer dresses of every pastel color and pattern. Some wore gloves and hats, and all of them were smiling and nodding greetings towards the boy. He smiled back sheepishly, blushing, and his hands accidentally found themselves crossed in front of him to hide his sheer pink pouch. "Now, Craig," said Caroline as she gave a 'tsk' sound with her tongue, "good boys keep their hands at their sides like a gentleman. Good boys never try to hide or cover their genitals, dear..." "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered as his hands dropped back to his sides. Nurse Wanda drew his attention, "Hi Craig, I'm Nurse Wanda and I'll be performing your exam and handling your grooming needs, sweetie. All the boy's call me 'Nursey', and you're welcome to do so as well." The mature nurse seemed to be in her late 50's, and was a handsome brunette. He hardly had time to give her a good looking over before Nursey moved behind him and was bending down and taking hold of the waist band of his pouch panties. She said, "Hold still honey, and we'll get your pouch-panties down for the ladies. Just relax and feel proud that all us girls are interested in your beautiful penis and testicles." Nurse Wanda bent down with her knees tight together and squatted in a very ladylike way as she slipped Craig's underwear slowly down, revealing his naked genitals to the gallery of boosters. Craig noted that she had positioned him to be facing the gallery, and he saw that all the seated ladies, and Caroline too, were looking at his groin. Nurse Wanda took her time carefully drawing the panties down and helping Craig step slowly out of them, almost as if she was making it take extra time for the benefit of the Boosters, who all seemed to be happily enjoying the view. Wanda left Craig standing there completely naked, facing the gallery, as she took her time putting his pouch panties neatly folded on the pile of his other clothes. Once she had done so, Caroline picked them up with a smile and took them out of the room by the same side door. Craig now had no clothing in a room filled with mature women. He felt those submissive feelings in his tummy as he stood there, letting all the women look at his pink penis and testicles as they dangled in front of his pale thighs. At least it seemed that his audience liked what they saw. Nurse Wanda took his arm and led him to the table. "Hop up here, dear," she said kindly, "and we'll get you situated in the stirrups properly." Craig soon found himself on his back with his legs high and wide in the air. His genitals, bottom, and entire groin area were lewdly exposed to the gallery of Booster ladies, who were seated just a few feet away. Wanda chatted as she went around Craig's reclining body, fixing the leather straps firmly, but not too tight. "So, dear, what I'm going to do this morning is a very normal part of your stay here at the Institute. I'm going to shave you below the waist today, and tomorrow I'll do your upper body. It's important for a good swimmer to be free of body hair as he glides frictionless through the water." She finished strapping him in, and then rolled a tray with water, towels, foam and razors near to the exam table. She continued speaking as she began to wipe foam onto his feet and legs, and then set to with the razor. "I'll remove the hair from your legs first, which will make you look just delightful, by the way. Then, I'll take my time to be very careful as I remove all your pubic hair stubble. It is best for a good boy to have very clean and fresh genitals, without any nasty hairs or stubble in the way." There were slight murmurs of approval emanating from the gallery, but since he was strapped down to the exam table, Craig couldn't see the women who were no doubt staring between his spread thighs and whispering to one another. Soon Nurse Wanda had finished with his legs and she began to put the shaving foam all over his tummy, his inner thighs and crotch, and on his genitals. He felt the razor begin its round-about journey as Nurse Wanda worked from the outer regions ever closer to his tender and vulnerable private parts. She was obviously expert, because in what seemed a very short time, she had finished everything but his penis and scrotum themselves. Craig felt the mature woman's gentle hands as she efficiently manipulated his soft genitals into positions to afford the razor to do its work. Rather quickly, she was wiping him down with a warm wet cloth. Craig thought she was finished, but then he felt Wanda's hands on his genitals again, applying some sort of lotion. She said, "Almost through, dear, but we must have a second go at your pretty penis and testicles so that we leave no stubble. I'm going to ask a few of the Boosters to come and help make sure your genitals are properly bare." In a flash there were two women standing with smiling faces on either side of Craig's hips and another was next to Wanda between his spread thighs. Wanda said, "These nice ladies will help me find any areas that need another go, and help hold you in a good position for very close shaving." The ladies all bent over and used their sharp eyes to examine every millimeter of his genitals, prodding and pulling with their soft and warm hands as they searched for any offending hairs. They found many areas that needed a touch up, and they were very helpful to stretch his skin so that the razor could pass safely, amid copious whispering and giggling. Honestly, it was like these mature mothers and grandmothers were high school girls, seeing and touching their first naked boy - such was their obvious delight with their important and helpful duties. With all the attention, Craig felt the stirrings of arousal in his groin, even though he had been thoroughly milked by his Aunt Irene just more than an hour ago. Again the wiping with the wet cloth was accomplished, and Nurse Wanda pronounced Craig to be well groomed and completely bare down there. Craig thought the ordeal was completed, and his arousal was soooo embarrassing. He felt very helpless as his penis began to throb and lengthen right before the women's eyes. Then Nursey produced a bottle of special 'after-genital-shaving" lotion, and asked the boosters to help apply it. For the next 15 minutes, an unknown number of hands took turns 'helping' apply the lotion and rub it in thoroughly. Needless to say, this resulted in Craig's penis becoming fully erect under the tender and affectionate care of the mature women. "Oh, my," said Nurse Wanda with mock surprise, "Your penis is erect, Craig." She looked at her watch, and said, "I guess it is time for you to be milked, isn't it dear? And that will be good since you'll be going directly to swim class from here, and our uniforms really don't have space for an erect boy..." The whole team of Boosters assisted Nurse Wanda in unfastening Craig's bonds and releasing him from the table. He was surrounded by smiling Boosters as Nurse Wanda led him to the next room with his erect penis throbbing and bobbing with his every step - much to the delight of the diligently attentive boosters. Craig felt so embarrassed to be erect in front of these women, and he blushed profusely. It was another room, completely white, with another gallery of chairs set opposite a strange padded table-looking thing covered in white leather as had been the medical exam table he'd just come from. The table was in the shape of a "Y", with the spread arms of the 'Y' facing the gallery. There were straps on every part of the table. After puzzling a few seconds, Craig noticed a small glass beaker in a stand just below where the arms of the 'Y' parted. His tummy rolled as he realized that this was some sort of specially designed milking table, and that he was about to be strapped to the table and milked as the Boosters watched, and possibly even participated. A chill ran up his spine as nurse Wanda did indeed begin to help him onto the table. She said, "Craig, this is our special milking table. It is designed so that a boy's semen can be taken very comfortably and efficiently. I'm sure you'll get used to it, because you'll have many milkings here on this table." Once they had trussed him up completely, he found himself completely helpless and immobilized. Lying face down on the table, with his wrists cuffed above his head on the long stalk of the 'Y'. There were straps around his upper back and across his hips just above the cleft of his bottom. From there, his legs were spread in a wide 'V' on the two arms of the 'Y', and there were straps across his thighs and ankles. The juncture of the 'Y' had an extra rounded opening, such that his genitals were hanging completely bare and accessible, directly over the semen collection beaker. He was completely at the mercy of Nurse Wanda and the enthusiastic and supportive Boosters, with his erect penis and full testes hanging freely beneath his prone and restrained body. He knew that the women could do anything they wanted with his genitals and he would be helpless to resist. Nurse Wanda turned a crank a few times and Craig's legs were forced even wider apart as the arms of the 'Y' spread wider, making him feel ever more open and vulnerable to the women's eyes and hands. Wanda pulled up a stool and sat down just beside Craig's left hip, and gently began to fondle the boy's large and stiffly erect penis. He was so helpless as his legs were forced apart. In so doing, the cheeks of his bottom were also forced apart, revealing the tender pink valley between them and the dark rosette of his anus. He closed his eyes and shivered at the feeling of being so helplessly exposed to the interested eyes and caressing fingers of Nurse Wanda and her Booster Club helpers. Wanda said, "Craig, I want you to relax and breathe deeply for us. That's a good boy. Now just keep your mind on the fact of how utterly naked and helpless you are. We are all looking at your delicious genitals and cute bottom, and I am caressing your swollen and stiff penis. We can all see your throbbing purple head clearly, and you're already leaking little pearls of pre-seminal fluid..." He felt her soft and warm hand caressing his shaft and encircling the ridge of his head as she slowly massaged him. She said, "Since we don't have a lot of time, I'm going to have make you ejaculate quickly, dear. But don't worry, at other times, we can spend as much as an hour taking semen from you, and we'll have that chance soon enough." She took a firm grip on his shaft and began to pump downward, hand-over-hand in very much the same way as his Aunt Irene would do. He tried to relax, but the stimulation to his penis was very strong and he could already feel the urgency begin to grow for ejaculation. He couldn't help but gasp, "Oooohhh..." when he felt another set of hands take his testes and begin to massage them between warm knowing fingers. Other hands soon joined them, to caress his inner thighs, his bottom, his back and even his shoulders. He opened his eyes to confirm that the boosters were surrounding him, caressing him everywhere on his bound and helpless body. Many mature voices began to say soft comforting things, in no certain rhythm or formula, but the cooing voices were very nurturing and brought up greater feelings of weakness and submission for Craig. He felt his body relaxing under their experienced touch and their comforting voices. He felt soft fingers exploring the tender cleft of his bottom with gentle caresses. He moaned as the careful hands stretched his testicles just a little, as a voice said, "Deep breaths for us, honey..." The voices said things as the hands caressed his body, such as, "Sweet boy," "nice soft bottom," "full manly testes," "make big juicy spurts for us, dear," "relax and just let it happen," "we'll take good care of your genitals," "you can do it, honey," "such a stiff penis," "be a good boy," and "let nurse Wanda have your semen, dear." It only took a few minutes with all this stimulation, and he could feel his ejaculation approaching. He began to pant and moan, writhing against his bonds and gasping as the Nurse's expert hands increased their speed and pressure, pleasuring the boy's penis and driving him right to the edge and beyond. Wanda said, "Make us proud with big spurts, Craig, we know you can do it." The other voices chimed it, "Yes, big spurts, dear" "make a nice big cum for us with your big juicy penis, honey," "don't hold back, sweetheart," "be a good boy and give us some big-boy spurts,". "Urghhhhhh...." Craig groaned, as his first spurt of semen splashed into the beaker, followed by several more as Nurse Wanda worked his stiff cock and milked him thoroughly. The Boosters all made gleeful noises and praised the boy for his spurts of rich boy juice, and a couple of them gave him playful swats on his round white bottom in time with his spurts and spurring him on with nurturing encouragement to spurt again and again for them. When he finally could give no more spurts, all the hands caressed him more gently. The hands on his testicles continued to massage softly, and Nurse Wanda continued to slowly stroke his softening penis downward, eliciting little pearls of extra semen every few strokes. This 'after-ejaculation' time lasted quite a while, with Craig feeling very much loved and cared for by the Nurse and the Boosters. They never ceased whispering compliments and encouraging things into his ears as they caressed the spent and relaxed boy. "Such a good boy," "We're very proud of you, honey," "That was a very good ejaculation, dear," "You gave so much semen, sweetheart," "My, what a manly cum, we are so pleased with you," "You're a very good boy, dear..." The boy was completely relaxed and spent as he lay under the soft caresses and nurturing whispers of the ladies. His genitals felt very well-cared-for, fully emptied and relieved of pressure. Even soft now, he still enjoyed how the mature hands were taking turns feeling his genitals so tenderly and with so much care, as yet other hands caressed his bottom and inner thighs as soft voices continued to praise him. For their part, the mature women had greatly enjoyed the boy's ejaculation. Letting their hands roam all over his young muscular flesh, copping feels of his intimate and tender boy-parts at will, and most of them had bent over to watch his youthful and virile spurts of semen as they poured from the head of his penis into the collection beaker. Craig & Irene Ch. 03 The ladies looked at each other and winked, silently mouthing "Oh, my" and "big penis" to each other with gleeful expressions on their faces. Nurse Wanda finally broke the spell as she began to un-strap the boy's restraints, and many of the ladies' hands helped him gently off the table until he stood before them on shaky legs, with his limp penis still stretched out and dangling over his low-hanging testicles. Craig just relaxed and stood silently, allowing the women to feast their eyes on his sated, relaxed nakedness. Slowly, he was led again to another door, with the mature ladies' hands on his bottom, hips, and shoulders helping guide him to his next destination. The door opened and Craig found himself in a large locker room. There were many padded benches around the floor and a few lockers here and there against the walls, leaving the room completely open. There were several other mature women in pretty dresses walking around, carrying towels or swimming gear. Across the room was a shower area, without walls or doors, where several boys about Craig's age were showering under the watchful eyes of the various ladies who were holding towels patiently. A few boys were just out of the showers, standing with legs apart and arms raised as two or three mature women wiped them down with towels. Craig saw that all the other boys were not only naked, but they too were shaved of hair, and all the boys had genitals that seemed a little large compared to their relatively slight but muscular bodies. He noted that their builds were similar to his, and their genitals were large like his. One wall, across from the showers, was completely mirrored and Craig saw his reflection. He looked at himself, fully naked and surrounded by mature well-dressed women. He saw that his skin was almost uniformly pale, now that there was no visible darker hair below his waist, with the exception of his genitals, which were clearly a darker shade and sort of pink. His penis and scrotum were identical in color, with just his head a little darker pink. The overall effect was to further amplify his explicit nakedness. He noticed that the eyes of the women with him were also studying his body in the mirror, and he felt at least three hands busy caressing his bottom as he stood. It was a little unnerving to realize that he had no idea which of the smiling ladies in the mirror were fondling him. Nurse Wanda broke the silence, "Dear, I'm going to leave you in the capable hands of Mrs. Cahey. She'll be in charge of you while you get ready to swim." With that, Wanda left. Craig looked up to see a smiling red-head, possibly in her early 60's, who said, "Hi, Craig, I'm Mrs. Cahey. Let's get you into the shower, shall we?" "Yes, Ma'am," he said, and he let her guide him toward the showers. Mrs. Cahey and 3 other ladies watched him soap up and rinse off, while they held towels at the ready. Craig came out and, taking note of what the other boys had done, stood with spread legs and raised arms, allowing the ladies to dry him off. He noticed Mrs. Cahey was in front of him and spent the entire time making sure his tummy, inner thighs, and especially his genitals were nice and dry while the other ladies saw to the rest of him. While being dried off, Craig had the chance to look around the room more, seeing each of perhaps 6 other boys being taken care of by groups of 2 or 3 mature Boosters. Some boys were being helped into their swimming practice costumes, which made Craig's tummy flip with submissive feelings. The little swimming costume that the boys were being dressed in consisted of nothing but little pale yellow strings attached to a little yellow pouch. The pouches had the usual elastic band at the opening, and were of a completely sheer, thin, and clingy pale yellow fabric. So, when a boy was dressed and guided out the door toward the pool, he was effectively naked, with just his genitals enclosed in a sheer pouch. Craig shivered at the thought of walking around in one of those pouches, in front of who knows how many mature female strangers... Craig noticed that one boy was being gotten back out of his pouch by his handlers, and then he was led over to lie down on a padded bench in the corner. Once the boy had laid down on his back, it was obvious that he was beginning to have an erection. One of the boy's Matrons sat on a bench next to his hips and proceeded to begin to stroke his penis vigorously as the other two women looked on. One of Craig's Matrons whispered into his ear from behind. "Thomas has had a little stiffness, which is not appropriate for swimming practice. Mrs. Anderson is going to help him be a good boy by relieving his seminal pressures. His penis is Mrs. Anderson's responsibility today, so she'll take care of him quickly, and he'll be right along, I'm sure." "Yes, Ma'am," Craig whispered back, thinking how embarrassing it would be to have an erection and have to be 'relieved' right in front of everyone. Guessing his thoughts, the lady behind him whispered, "It's quite normal, dear. We ladies all know that our boys can't control their penises, and we're more than happy to care for our boy's genital needs." "Yes, Ma'am," said Craig, swallowing hard and still feeling nervous as he watched Thomas begin to writhe and moan under the experienced ministrations of Mrs. Anderson. Thomas's other two Matrons put gentle hands on his body, helping him lie still and not fall from the bench as his ejaculation approached. In seconds, the boy gasped and stiffened on the bench as Mrs. Anderson stroked his turgid penis yet more vigorously, forcing his first spurt of semen to splash onto his belly. She continued to work the boy's penis, drawing spurt after spurt of semen from him, as she seemed to roll and squeeze his testicles with her other hand. The two matrons had to use both hands on his chest and thighs to hold the boy down still as his body convulsed and flexed in ejaculation. Once his last spurt had been pulled out of his body, he relaxed with a large exhalation as Mrs. Anderson expertly milked additional pearly drops to the last. As Craig was led away toward his locker, he noted that the three Matrons attending to the boy Thomas, were each sliding their fingers along his belly, wiping up the semen the boy had spilled upon himself. Craig didn't see any cloths or tissues in evidence, and wondered what the ladies were planning to do with the semen they were wiping up with their hands... Craig stopped in front of a small locker, with his name on it. Mrs. Cahey opened the unlocked door and took out the two items that were inside on a shelf. One item was a tube of lotion, marked "Andre Genital Development". Craig was familiar with this product. The ladies each took a glob on their fingers, and four hands began to compete for space as they rubbed the lotion into every tiny nook and crevice of his genitalia. Craig felt the usual tingle associated with the lotion, but having already been well-milked twice before 10AM, he felt no swelling or throbbing in his penis, though he suspected that the ladies were secretly trying to elicit a little stiffening. After the lotion was applied, the ladies helped Craig step between the strings of the little g-string pouch, and then Mrs. Cahey took her time to hold the elastic open while tucking his large but soft genitals into the easily-expandable sheer pouch. The ladies positioned the strings properly on his hips and the cleft of his bottom, and he was ready. He looked again at himself in the mirror, seeing now that his very naked pale body had a yellow pouch of genitals dangling between his thighs instead of a pink penis and testicles. Mrs. Cahey said, "Ok, Craig, let's go out to the pool." "Yes, Ma'am," he said, as the ladies led him out the pool doorway. They emerged into an arena with an Olympic pool in the center and bleachers on either side. The bleachers were about half full with perhaps as many as 50 women on each side, all dressed nicely, and all mature ladies in their 40's, 50's, and 60's. Sprinkled here and there in the crowd were perhaps a dozen younger gals, in their 20's and 30's, which Craig rightly assumed were guests of the Booster members. These women were daughters, nieces, and close family friends of the Boosters. Craig felt very strangely weak as so many of the eyes of the women turned to examine him as he emerged from the doorway, with his pale yellow pouch wiggling in front of his thighs as he stepped. He felt so exposed before so many women, and while it made his tummy flip and his knees feel weak, he couldn't help but feel that it was good to be so nearly naked in front of all the fully dressed women. The women in the half-full bleachers were all pushed toward the ends of the seating nearest the starting blocks, so as Craig approached Coach Mathews, all the women in attendance were no more than 30 feet from him. The coach was a nice looking woman of about 55, with short blond hair and sparkling green eyes. She smiled at Craig and motioned him closer. "Hi, Craig, you're our last team member for the summer. Welcome aboard. I see you've been assigned Mrs. Cahey, she's a great Booster and will surely take good care of you today. I want you to go ahead and take lane five and just swim some freestyle warm-up laps at perhaps half speed. Once you feel good, go ahead and report back to me." "Yes, Ma'am," he said. Craig saw that of the 8 lanes, 6 were already filled with boys swimming slowly to warm up. One boy was climbing the ladder out of the pool and Craig noticed that the women on that side of the pool were all turning their attention to that boy. He saw the women's faces turn from focused interest to focused happiness as one when the boy stepped clear of the water. The Ladies were all smiling and their heads swiveled as one as the boy came toward them and then passed, as the ladies looked at the groin and then the naked bottom of the wet boy. Only when the boy rounded the corner of the pool as he walked toward the coach did Craig see him from the front. Not only was this blond boy very well endowed, but his now-wet pouch was completely see-through, hiding nothing at all. The boy's fat penis was clearly visible, capped with a dark pink head that seemed swollen because of the exaggerated ridge of his crown. The big pink penis sat atop big swollen testicles, and his genitals hung low and swung widely with his fast steps. No wonder the women liked to attend swimming practice - they effectively would get to view the boys so nearly naked that the pouch was just a procedural requirement and did nothing to diminish the ladies' viewing pleasure as they ogled the young male genitals and bottoms. Craig noticed something else - something that he'd barely given thought to when he saw several boys in the shower. This boy seemed to have little blotches of pinkness on his bottom, which Craig couldn't understand. It was almost like he had fallen and a bruise or two were almost cleared up. Oh well, things happen... Craig swam more and then it was time to get out. He took a deep breath as he began to climb the ladder, determined not to look down at his transparent pouch, nor to watch the faces of the women who were about to ogle his nakedness. But once he was out of the water, he couldn't help but glance to see if the ladies were in fact looking at him. In the short glance, he saw happy faces and female eyes fixed just a little below his navel as he walked. He felt proud and nervous at the same time. Secretly he hoped they liked looking at him, and he hoped they would all want to keep looking at his body. And super-secretly, he also hoped that the women would be imagining having their hands on him, caressing, fondling, feeling, and eventually milking him of his semen. He blushed at the fact that he liked the idea of all the women wanting to touch and feel his body. Once he approached the Coach, she glanced at his sheer pouch and smiled. "You look very nice in your swimming suit, Craig." The boy blushed, "If you say so, Ma'am," he said, looking down and seeing that his pouch was very transparent and knowing that the Coach was basically seeing his naked genitals. He fought the instinct to cover his exposure with his hands, but he knew not to do it. Coach Mathews said, "You have a nice stroke, and I think you'll do fine. But I just got a note that you're required in the Dean's office. Probably some small administrative thing. You're certainly not in trouble as far as I know. So just go right to the Dean - Mrs. Cahey will take you there." "Yes, Ma'am," he said, almost disappointed that he wouldn't get to make that walk past all the women in the bleachers again. Mrs. Cahey appeared at Craig's side and led him back through the locker room and out into a hallway toward the front of the house. Craig sort of thought he'd be allowed to dress in something other than the little pouch, but apparently not. All the way to the dean's office, Craig and Mrs. Cahey passed various women of various ages, all of whom made no effort to cover the fact that they were staring him directly in the groin, enjoying the view of his genitals in the little sheer pouch. Arriving at the Dean's office, Mrs. Cahey opened the door and ushered Craig inside. She put her arm around him and whispered in his ear "You're a good boy. I'll see you in a little while." She gave him a little kiss on the cheek and left Craig standing in front of a large mahogany desk. A mature woman entered the room, followed by two other ladies of younger ages. The severely dressed woman was Head Mistress Elizabeth Dawson, the queen of the institute, whom Craig had met at his interview before the board of regents, and who was certainly in her late 60's. The other women seemed to be about mid 40's and mid 20's, possibly a mother and daughter, Craig thought. Mrs. Dawson spoke. "Craig, this is Mrs. Powell, and her daughter Gwendolyn. Mrs. Powell is a Legacy Matron of the Institute, which is a rare and high honor." The two Powell women gracefully took their seats on chairs in front of Craig, as Mrs. Dawson sat behind her grand desk. She continued, "A Legacy Matron is rare, Craig, but Mrs. Powell is a 4th generation legacy, and if all goes well, her daughter Gwendolyn will be the first 5th generation legacy." A woman entered the room, delivering tea on a tray to the Dean and the Powell ladies, and then she left. As the ladies sipped tea, the Dean spoke again. "Being a legacy, means that a woman's mother was a Junior Booster here at the Institute, and her father was a graduate as well. Mrs. Powell's husband is, of course a graduate, as were her father, grandfather, and great-grandfather. Mrs. Powell's brothers, and her son, are also graduates of the Institute. Gwendolyn has now decided to begin to interview boys as potential husbands upon their graduation, and such a process is best served when begun early." After sipping again, the Dean said, "She has had a chance to interview each boy here for the summer, but since you have only now arrived, she will now interview you. As a submissive boy in training, I expect you to be on your best and most compliant behavior. Answer all of her questions truthfully and obey all of her instructions. Gwen's mother, Mrs. Powell, will also be present during the interview. Do you understand everything I've said?" "Yes, Ma'am," said Craig, feeling very trapped under the control of the dominant women here at the institute. He also felt very naked and vulnerable standing in his little sheer pouch as the women examined him with their eyes. "Good," said Mrs. Dawson, "Then Gwendolyn will now take charge of you." The dean nodded at the two blond women, mother and daughter, and the pair stood as one. The younger woman, the daughter Gwen, took Craig's hand with a smile and led him to a small room aside from the dean's office. Her mother followed and closed the door after them. The room was warm and well furnished in subdued colors with a small couch and two padded chairs. The Mother took a seat in a chair, and the daughter sat on the sofa, pulling Craig to stand in front of her with his pouch now at her eye level. The twenty-something Gwen, probably ten years Craig's senior, smiled up at him as she reached for the strings at his hips and began to tug them down. "Let's have this off, Craig, I want to see you fully naked." "Yes, Ma'am," he said, moving his hips and spreading his stance to help her as she pulled down his pouch and helped him step out of it before she slipped the little pouch into her purse. Craig obediently stood naked in front of her, hands at his sides, letting her feast her eyes on his genitals from only a foot away. Slowly, she began to touch his genitals, probing and exploring his penis and testicles from every angle, pulling, pushing, prodding, and feeling every little bit. "He's bigger and lighter pink than daddy," she said to her mother, who smiled and nodded back to her daughter. She looked up at Craig, and smiling she said, "Turn around please." The boy turned to face the mother, whose eyes moved to his bare genitals and never moved from their focused examination. Gwen said, "Bend over with your hands on your knees, Craig, and spread your feet well apart." As he did so, he felt the young woman's hand reach between his thighs and cup his testicles in her palm, feeling their weight and shape. Her other hand caressed and fondled his bottom, exploring the tender pink flesh of his cleft as well as the roundness of his pale cheeks. He felt her hand grip his testes firmly as she said, "Craig, I want you to hold still for me. Can you do that?" "Yes, Ma'am," he said. Just as the words passed his lips, he heard the SMACK of her hand coming down with a practiced swat upon his offered bottom. The stinging heat registered and he gasped in surprise but did well to hold still. Gwen swatted his bottom again and again, building the stinging pain and heat of the spanking into his bottom and his mind. She expertly swatted into the cleft between his cheeks, spreading the stinging fiercely - as the sensation was twice as harsh on the tender pinkness between his bottom cheeks. This woman knew how to spank a male - how to get and hold his complete attention. Between swats, she began to question the boy as she began the interview... Craig & Irene Ch. 04 This story contains Femdom themes – including dominant older women and submissive younger men, and perhaps some occasional F/m spanking. If this sort of theme does not appeal to you, please check out some other author's stories on Literotica that will better suit your tastes. All the best to you!!! The "Craig & Irene" story is a spin-off from chapter 8 of "Ms. Andre dates my dad." I got so many complements regarding the 'Craig & Irene' side-story, that I've begun to give their adventure its own separate tale. I hope that many readers will continue to enjoy Craig's journey to become a true slut-boy. This story is dedicated to all the Ladies in their 50's and 60's out there who are still hot women - your sure hands and knowing, comforting smiles are so good for us younger boys, who need your nurturing attention to our youthful genitals... Craig & Irene, Ch.04 Craig left the room with a red and tingling bottom. He hadn't been handled like that before, and he secretly admitted to himself that being spanked was quite an erotic experience. It made him feel like he had been a naughty boy, and had his bottom spanked for it, even though throughout the spanking and the interview, Gwen had told him he was being a 'good boy' for her. Her questions had mostly been about his family life, and how he had come to be enrolled at the institute. She seemed pleased with the answers, and her mother had smiled and nodded often, but he didn't know what the real outcome would be and the dean had told him not to worry but to just carry on with his normal schedule. Craig had to walk back to his room naked. The dean led him by the hand, as it always seemed that boys were never left alone at the Institute. In his room, he was given another small pair of pouch panties to put on, and then three mature women appeared at the door of his room and greeted the dean. They were all in their 50's or 60's, well dressed as usual, and introduced themselves as Mrs. Carrington, Mrs. Wrightwell, and Mrs. Douglass. Each woman wore a summer dress and strappy sandals with matching purses and sharp hats. Mrs. Carrington said, "Hello, Craig, we are assigned to take care of your midday milking and then we'll take you to lunch." "Uh...yes, Ma'am," Craig said, realizing that he'd be milked by these ladies, which was a very intimate thing, and he'd been feeling quite violated already that day. "So, let's all go to our assigned milking room and get started, shall we?" She reached down and cupped his pouch in her hand, hefting and feeling his genitals, "Very nice, Craig, and your testes do feel nice and full like a boy's should. We'll just take care of any excess fullness you may be feeling, dear, ok?" Without letting him answer, she took his hand and the ladies led him down the hallway again, this time to another sidelong hall with many doors on either side. Each door had a boy's name on it and they found Craig's room half way down on the right side. Mrs. Carrington opened the door and ushered the boy inside, followed by the other two ladies, all smiling happily. In the room Craig saw a medical exam table with the usual straps and stirrups prepared to hold a boy in position for his milking. The three women stood around Craig and Mrs. Wrightwell bent down and began to lower Craig's pouch panties, letting them fall to his ankles and helping him step out of them. Mrs. Douglass was behind him and giggled, saying, "Have you been a naughty boy, Craig? Your cute bottom is so pretty and pink from an obvious spanking..." All three women took turns examining, fondling, and commenting on the state of Craig's bottom. They all seemed delighted that he had received some swats, saying things like, "It's good for a boy to have his bottom swatted, so that he can be on his best behavior." No amount of explanation by Craig seemed to change their minds. They just 'knew' he had been somehow naughty, needed a spanking, and received one, as is proper for boys. They assured him that having his bottom swatted was a good and normal lifelong experience for a boy, as they helped him onto the exam table and began strapping him in securely. Craig was embarrassed by everything, especially the fact that his penis was already starting to show signs of erection, with little throbs, and a little thickening and lengthening. "Oh, what an adorable penis you have, Craig," said Mrs. Wrightwell. "Oh, yes, I love the shape and pretty pink color of your head Craig," said Mrs. Douglass, and Craig blushed at receiving such intimate praise, which only served to quicken his growing erection. Mrs. Carrington said, "Now that we have you nice and comfortable on the table, dear, we must begin your milking because we don't have a lot of time before lunch. It's important for you to have a nice big ejaculation for us before lunch so you can keep on your proper milking schedule." "Yes, we must keep you on schedule, Craig," agreed Mrs. Wrightwell. The three women took up their positions, Mrs. Wrightwell at his right hip, Mrs. Douglass at his left hip, and Mrs. Carrington pulled up a rolling stool and sat between the boy's raised and spread thighs, in position to attend to his plump exposed genitals. Each of the women at his sides took one his testicles in their warm soft hands and began to massage them, lifting and spreading his testes apart so that they were each being fondled separately in different ways by the two attending women. With their other hands, the two mature ladies began to caress and play with one of his nipples. Mrs. Carrington pressed the soft tips of the fingers of one hand into the base of his scrotum, finding the stiffening root of his penis and began to slowly massage it up and down, admiring its girth and growing stiffness. With her other hand, she pushed her knuckles against the boy's little pink anus and began to move in a circular motion, stimulating the outside of his rectum. All of this stimulation sped up the rate at which Craig's penis was becoming erect and he throbbed powerfully to full erection in seconds. All three women's eyes were fixed on his stiffening shaft and swelling glans, as Mrs. Carrington said, "Look's like we'll have you fully erect in just a few seconds, dear, so just relax and breathe deeply for us." Mrs. Douglass giggled, "Oh, Craig, you have such a big penis, so long and thick and so beautiful. We shall enjoy taking care of your ejaculatory needs this week very much." "Oh yes," said Mrs. Wrightwell, "we are very pleased to help with your genital development. It's so nice to work with a handsome, polite boy's penis to help him reach his full potential." Craig closed his eyes and nodded. He could feel all of the separate stimulations all over his body as each woman used each of her hands in a different ways, and it was working. He was suddenly feeling very slutty. Their compliments made him feel special, and he felt that he would be well taken-care-of by these nice mature ladies. He'd had feelings of wantonness before, when his Aunt Irene, or the many other women whom his Aunt had invited to help, had taken a turn to force him to ejaculate, but this time it was more intense. He felt abandon, wantonness, sluttiness, and he was beginning to revel in the emotions of being an interactive toy for the pleasure and entertainment of the mature women. Having so many mature ladies, focusing so much of their attention on his penis and testicles, made him want even more attention. He was proud that they liked to look at him and touch him and make him ejaculate. He was amazed at how many times a day the women that took care of him made him spurt. They clearly knew how to make a boy become instantly and intensely aroused! Craig could feel the blood rushing into his penis, filling it up and making his shaft as long and thick and hard as it had ever been. He reveled in the heavy, stiff feeling of his erection, and really enjoyed the way the three women were touching him and smiling at him and complimenting his penis. In all his months of scheduled milkings, he had never felt so naked, exposed, humiliated, and objectified before. And he loved it. He surrendered to the feelings of the women stimulating his body, taking unimaginable liberties with his restrained body. He felt completely at their mercy, which he was, and he knew they would force every drop of semen from him. But he really wanted them to do it. He wanted to please them with spurt after spurt of his semen – to surrender and submit himself to them and to feel ever more used and taken as they forced him to ejaculate again and again. After several minutes of the exquisite torment of the three pairs of mature hands stimulating him in new and amazing ways, Mrs. Carrington seemed satisfied with the effect. She said, "Well, it seems that you've offered us a very nice erection, Craig. Now I think it's time to start working with your delightful penis and see what wonderful spurts you can give us." Craig gasped, "Yes, Ma'am," between his involuntary moans and sighs. The boy couldn't help but wiggle against his bonds, even though he was fully immobilized at wrists, chest, hips, thighs and ankles. The teasing stimulations were forcing his body to respond on its own and he couldn't help it. Mrs. Douglas noticed him blushing and whispered softly, "We know it's hard for a boy to hold still, honey, that's why you're properly secured. It's ok for a boy to wiggle and moan, Craig, we know it's good for you. And we know you like it, honey. We know you want us to make you spurt, and of course, that will embarrass you. It's as it should be, dear. Just let us play with your body and let it happen. It's good for you, dear." "Yes," said Mrs. Wrightwell, "When a boy's body is properly stimulated, he can't help feeling very naughty and slutty. It's good for you to have those feelings, Craig, so just relax and enjoy how wanton you feel. We'll take good care of your penis and testicles for you, sweetheart, so don't worry." Mrs. Carrington moved her hand from deep within his scrotum, and made a ring with her thumb and forefinger around the base of his glans, just capturing the edge of his corona in her grasp. She cooed, "Ah, what a nice penis, dear, your head is turning a delightful purple color, in preparation for ejaculation. Now I'm going to stimulate just the most sensitive parts of your penis, and we'll see if you respond for us like a good boy should." "Ahhrrrggggg..." gasped Craig as she began to twist and stroke lightly just under his head. The stimulation was very dramatic, sending shockwaves of intense sensation shooting through his penis, testicles, and nipples. It seemed like all the energy in his body was centering itself in his genitals as he writhed and gasped uncontrollably. "That's a good boy, give in to the sensations, honey, and just let them take over. You know it's good for you to be milked, and we're going to take good care of you, dear." Said Mrs. Carrington as she continued to stimulate his anus and the corona of his penis, quickly reducing the boy to a gasping, moaning, wiggling wreck of nerve endings set on fire. "Mmmm," said Mrs. Douglass, "It's good for you to be a naughty, wanton boy, sweetheart. We know what you need and we'll take good care of you. Just imagine how you look, all naked and splayed open for us, so vulnerable and submissive like a good boy, and we're doing such deliciously naughty things to your sweet young body..." "Yes," said Mrs. Wrightwell, "Such naughty things to your penis and testicles and little nipples and bottom – and you like it – you want us to do this to you, don't you dear?" Craig couldn't help but nod his head as he moaned and writhed under the onslaught of way-too-much sensation. He felt completely naked and vulnerable and exploited and used and he loved it. He could feel his ejaculation approaching quickly, but he could feel the ladies grip on his testes tighten as they continued to pull and spread his testicles. "Ah," said Mrs. Wrightwell, "You want to spurt for us honey, and your big swollen testes want to pull up to your body – but we want to play with your testicles, dear, they are so cute and full and firm." Mrs. Carrington increased the speed and urgency of her hand motions, twisting, pulling, with little fast strokes that made her fingers stimulate his corona more and more as she expertly began driving him toward ejaculation. "Tell us you like it, Craig," said Mrs. Carrington firmly. "Ooohhhh," moaned Craig. "No, we need you to use your words, dear," she said, "We want to hear your voice confess that you are a naughty slut-boy." As one, the three women removed their hands from his body, leaving him tingling all over, and very desperate that they continue. His enormous erection throbbed and pulsed in frantic need for just a little more stimulation. His body writhed against his bonds, wishing for more of the mature ladies' touch. An involuntary whimper of disappointment escaped his lips causing the three mature women to giggle. Craig knew more or less what they wanted him to say, but he was too embarrassed to bring himself to verbally admit that he was a naughty, wanton, slut of a boy. He just couldn't make his mouth say the words. Mrs. Douglass leaned over and he felt the soft breath on his ear as she whispered, "Oh, come on, honey, you don't want us to stop do you? It's easy, you just need to confess to us how much you like being strapped down and helpless as we play with your body and make you spurt. That's all, it's no big deal, honey." Mrs. Carrington said, "Craig, would you like us to continue playing with you, or would you rather just go to lunch." "Please..."he pleaded desperately, "please continue..." "Ok, we can do that, sweetheart, but you just need to tell us why." Craig tried to put it into words and finally gathered up his courage, "Because I like it..." he whispered. "Tell us more, Craig," said Mrs. Douglass, "Tell us that you are a naughty penis-boy and you want us to make you spurt." "Beg us to continue, honey," whispered Mrs. Wrightwell, "tell us how much you need to be milked and how much you liked having us touch you..." "I want it.... I need you to milk me... please make me spurt... I can't help but love what you're doing..." the boy's gasping voice rasped out the words as his body writhed to prove the truth of them. "That's nice honey," said Mrs. Carrington, "Now just admit that you are a slut. Confess that you are willing to pull down your pants and let any mature woman have her way with your penis and testicles. Admit that you want us to milk you and take your semen..." "I do... I confess..." he gasped, "I can't help it... I'm a slut for you... please milk my penis and make me spurt!!!" Six hands were suddenly on his body again, resuming the stimulation as the three women all said "good boy." Mrs. Carrington cooed, "Now, Craig, just answer my questions, and as long as you say "yes, Ma'am" to each of my questions, we'll continue to touch you and play with you and we'll let you spurt for us. Would you like that?" "Yes, Ma'am," he gasped. "Good boy. Now then, you liked it when Mrs. Wrightwell pulled down your pouch panties and exposed your naked penis to us, didn't you dear?" "Yes, Ma'am," he admitted as he whimpered and writhed against his bonds. "You like having all of the mature women here at the Institute see your naked penis and testicles, don't you, sweetheart." "Yes, Ma'am," he gasped. Mrs. Carrington continued interrogating him, forcing him to admit all the naughty nasty secrets of his submissive heart. To each of her questions, he couldn't help himself but answer "Yes, Ma'am." She said things like: "Do you like the feeling of being naked around women?" "Do you like to feel a woman's eyes on your body?", "Do you like the fact that your genitals are shaved – so that you're even more naked?" "Do you like to let all the women touch your naked body?" She continued: "Don't you feel embarrassed to get an erection in front of the Ladies – and see them all looking at your penis and smiling?" "Don't you secretly enjoy being helplessly strapped down – so we can do whatever we want with you?" "You like the sheer pouch panties, don't you Craig?" "You like the swimming pouches because they are transparent when wet, don't you?" Mrs. Wrightwell asked: "You love to feel helpless as a woman milks your penis and makes you spurt, right Craig?" "Don't you secretly desire to be a naughty little slut-boy and give yourself to any woman that wants to fondle and caress your genitals?" Mrs. Douglass added: "You want to spurt for us now, don't you dear?" "You want to see the smiles on our faces when you spurt your semen – you want to please us with your semen, don't you honey?" When Craig nodded emphatically to that last question, "Yesssss..... Ma'aaaammmmm", after having humiliated himself with affirmative answers to all of the other questions, Mrs. Carrington gripped the full shaft of his penis firmly and began to stroke long and hard – quickly driving him over the edge to ejaculation. The boy's body writhed against the straps and he wailed and whimpered in submissive ecstasy as the first spurt of semen flew from his turgid straining shaft, to the delight of the three mature women. Craig was surprised as the two women at his sides released his nipples and testicles and began dipping their fingertips into the little pools of semen that had fallen onto his belly, and putting their fingers quickly into their mouths, making pleased and satisfied noises in their throats. He was further surprised to feel Mrs. Carrington place the head of his penis on her extended flat tongue and stroke the next several spurts right into her mouth, and making her own satisfied noises. Somehow, the way the women treated his semen – as a delightful treat to which they had every right to enjoy as they saw fit – made him swoon with submissive feelings. He felt as though he was merely a body whose spurting fluids were being harvested for the benefit of the women, and this made him fall into a deeper sea of submissive feelings. More than being restrained and helpless. More than having to beg and plead for them to force his ejaculation. More than having to confess that he was in fact a completely naughty and wanton slutboy. More than all of that, the way the three mature women treated his semen made him feel more helpless and vulnerable and powerless than anything else. He felt like he was not only their personal play-toy, but that his semen wasn't even his. It belonged to them the same way that a cow's milk belonged to its owner. He was just a boy whose penis was being milked for the pleasure and enjoyment of the ladies. They were in charge of him. They took care of him. They controlled him. With his last spurt, merely a dribble, he collapsed exhausted. His body felt completely warm, worn out, used, taken, exploited, dominated, and 'had'. He felt a depth of submission he'd never felt before. He felt as though he belonged to the women in the institute and that he would obey and let them do with his body whatever they wanted whenever they wanted. His genitals felt completely empty and used up as his penis softened to a flaccid and exhausted state. He could feel one of the women still stroking and pulling and milking his soft penis, and a tongue occasionally licked a little drop of leftover semen from the tip. It seemed right and normal somehow, since all of his semen was theirs for the taking, and no longer his own. They had every right to every last drop, and he knew it. He waited patiently for them to finish with him and then he felt his bonds being loosed and opened his eyes as he felt Mrs. Carrington, still between his spread thighs, massaging the special genital development cream onto his penis and scrotum as was always done after a milking. Craig & Irene Ch. 04 He found the three smiling faces of the attractive mature women. They silently helped him up off of the table without saying a word. They helped him back into his pouch panties, making sure that his spent genitals were properly positioned in the pouch. They helped him out of the room and down the hall to the lunch room. The door opened into a large mess area, with small tables for 4 spread around the room. Many of the boys of the school were already seated and eating their lunch with three mature women. His matrons led him to his table and sat him down. Through his bleary eyes, Craig noticed that at many tables the mature 'caretakers' of the other boys were feeding them with one hand while caressing the boys' inner thighs and genitals with the other. All of the tables had at least one Lady whispering to the boy, and the boy nodding obediently. Once the foursome was seated, a young female waitress came to the table and delivered the day's lunch meals of roast turkey and salad. Craig was told to keep his hands at his sides and Mrs. Carrington began to feed him one small bite at a time as she talked to him from across the table. While Mrs. Carrington spoke, the other two mature ladies sat close by his sides, smiling and nodding as they caressed his thighs. Craig found his legs involuntarily spreading apart, allowing the ladies full access to his soft pouch, without even thinking. It just seemed right. Mrs. Carrington said, "After lunch, we have a fun activity planned for the boys, Craig." She fed him another bite, and continued. "Each boy will be taken by his Ladies to the assembly hall where we'll set you up on another exam table. The summer biology class from the girl's academy will be coming by to study male anatomy and the girls will each get to examine a naked boy so that they can get a good score on their exam." Mrs. Carrington grinned, "The Girl's Academy has a special summer program called "Introduction to Male Genital Development", and only their best and brightest 18-year-old students are allowed into this special program. So isn't it nice that our Dean has volunteered the swim-camp boys to be the genital models for the girls to study?" Craig blushed, "Um...I guess so..." "Yes, it is very good for the young Ladies to be able to examine the genitals real live boys. Pictures of naked boys, and movies of naked boys having their penises stimulated to ejaculation are shown every day in the classes at the Girls' Academy. But images just don't do justice to real male genitals, which are quite interactive. So it is best for the girls to have firsthand experience touching, feeling, examining, and milking a cooperative naked boy, don't you think?" "Uh...Yes, Ma'am." Craig blushed at the thought of a Girls' School that had a summer program completely focused on male genitalia. Mrs. Carrington continued, "And, we'll be expecting our boys to make a good showing for the sweet young ladies of the Girl's Academy, and give them a full experience of male genital function. This will serve as our boys' 2pm scheduled milking. A very nice 2-for-1, don't you think?" Craig realized what she meant and asked, trembling, "Do you mean..." "Yes, of course, dear," said Mrs. Carrington, "You'll have a randomly selected young lady from the Girls' Academy examine and explore your genitals, which will of course make you erect. After satisfying her curiosity about your penis and testicles, she'll stimulate your penis and make you spurt out your semen. It's important for you to give her a very educational ejaculation that she can observe and study. But don't worry, we'll all be there to give her guidance and help so that she'll feel confident in performing her first clinical penis milking, honey. It will work out just fine, I'm sure..." Craig was surprised to feel his penis throbbing and getting a little stiffer. He'd only just ejaculated for the Ladies a half hour ago, and already he could be aroused again. He realized that the special lotion and the pill they gave him must be working to increase his semen production and ease of arousal. He nodded bashfully to Mrs. Carrington, after all, there was nothing he could do about it. He was enrolled in the institute and couldn't leave even if he wanted to. Of course, he was becoming aware that he really didn't want to leave. Quite the contrary. He never wanted to leave. He knew in his heart that he wanted these women to continue 'taking care' of his penis and making sure his semen was properly milked from his body. He needed to ejaculate many times a day now, and he could always feel a subtle need to spurt growing in his groin at all times. He realized he could no longer imagine a life without his Aunt Irene and her friends, or his wonderful three caretakers, constantly milking his enormous production of semen from his overlarge and over-productive genitals. Soon lunch was over and the ladies led him to a large hall, fitted with more than 20 examination tables complete with stirrups and restraints. These tables also had an additional feature - there was a white sheet set on an angle from the middle of the table. Craig instantly realized that the sheet would cover a boy from the waist up, so that the young ladies would not see the faces of their assigned boys. He supposed this was so that the girls could do their studies in a more 'clinical' environment without making any sort of attachment with the boy they would milk. Anonymous milking by young untrained female hands. Yet another humiliation for the boys. The room was already filling up as trios of mature ladies, all dressed smartly in skirts and dresses, helped their boys into position on the tables, and adjusting the sheets to keep their boys anonymous. Craig's Matrons took him to his appointed examination table and helped him into position. They strapped him down securely but comfortably, and placed the sheet appropriately so that his assigned girl from the Academy would not be able to see him. She would be able to hear all of his moans of pleasure and whimpers of submission, and she'd see his body writhe against his bonds, but she would not be able to see his face as she played with his genitals and eventually forced yet another ejaculation from his productive penis. Soon all the boys were in position, secured behind the anonymous sheets on their respective tables. All the mature female handlers stood by their boys, caressing them and cooing encouragements and praise. Then, at the end of the great hall, the double doors were opened and the Dean entered, followed by several instructors from the Girl's Academy, and then the young 18-year-old female students filed in, wide-eyed and grinning in amazement as looked around the room. Obviously, none of the young ladies, all recent graduates of the high school level of the Girl's Academy, had ever been in a room full of naked males. Their young roving eyes took in the scene of so many tables, with boys strapped down naked with their thighs spread wide and offering their young virile genitals for the girls to study and examine. It was like a parade as the single file line of girls walked slowly around the room, passing close by each table in the circuit. By this, each girl was able to take a few moments to see each boy's genitals, all shaved bare for their complete naked offering to the girl's view. The girls were meant to appreciate all the differences from one boy to the next. Some boys were already erect. Some boys only partly so, and some flaccid. Some were longer, thicker, more pink, more brown. Some penis heads were plumper than the shaft, some less so. But all of the boys were handpicked for the larger-than-average size of their endowments, so all of the boys presented very large genitals for the girls to look at, and giggle, whispering softly to one another. The room was silent as the girls filed past each boy. Each girl pausing a moment to gaze between his spread thighs, and hold silent secret thoughts in her heart. After two complete circuits of 'viewing', the girls all moved to their assigned boy, which they knew by the numbers on the tables to be matched to the slip of paper they each had been handed by their instructor. The head of the Girl's Academy summer program, Mrs. Peterson, addressed the young ladies as they each stood at the ready, between the spread legs of their assigned boy. "Ladies," she said, "let us give a round of applause for Headmistress Dawson who has so generously offered us the use of her boys this afternoon." All the girls gave polite but enthusiastic applause, smiling as the Headmistress of the Larraine Institute gave a slight bow in acknowledgement. Dean Peterson of the Girls' Academy continued. "Ladies, you each have been assigned a boy to examine and should by now be standing in front of him. As you look at your boy's presented genitalia, I want to begin by reminding you of many things we have already covered in our Summer Classes so far." Craig, like every other boy in the room, could 'feel' the anonymous girl standing between his legs, and looking at his vulnerable penis and testicles. It was an arousing feeling, and he blushed as he felt his penis throbbing toward erection. His matrons all stood by him, caressing his face and chest, murmuring softly to 'relax dear', and 'it's alright', and 'good boy'. Dean Peterson said, "As you young ladies can see, the male's legs are large and muscular, his abdomen is tautly muscled. The overall size and shape of the male body shows that it is designed to do heavy work, and to do battle to protect his female..." She looked around the room as the girls were all smiling and nodding in appreciation of this knowledge. "But unlike the softer, more voluptuous body of the female," Dean Peterson went on, "the male is actually more vulnerable in many ways than the female. There, between his spread thighs, you can see how his most tender and precious organs are outside his body, where you can see and touch and enjoy them. Just imagine, girls, if your ovaries were hanging out between your thighs - so vulnerable and exposed to injury - as are the boy's testicles..." Again, the young girls' faces were somber, showing compassion at the boys' plight, and nodding sagely that what the dean spoke was certainly true. Dean Peterson continued, "And so, ladies, we females must always keep in mind that our boys' testes are susceptible to pain and harm. We shall always treat them with nurturing tenderness as only a wise female is able to do." The girls were all nodding in agreement and smiling with friendly, appreciative looks on their faces. "And now," said the Dean, "Let us draw our attention to the penis, that most delightful of appendages, so soft and delicate one minute, and then engorged and firm with arousal the next. I can see that most of your boys are already well on their way to full erection, if not there already. For those of you who have a boy who is still mostly soft, do not worry, he is probably just nervous. Once you begin to touch him and talk to him, he will certainly firm up for you nicely. That's one of the wonderful things you will learn about boys - they are quite easily aroused - and they are therefore so much fun to play with." There were twitters and giggles at this last comment, which were quickly hushed by the Dean, as she stifled her own smile, attempting to keep up good decorum. She continued, "Now ladies, you may pull out the little stool you'll find under the exam table, and you may sit on it and adjust the height so that your boy's genitals are at your elbow height. Remember, as we have discussed in class, good ergonomics must always be observed when examining a boy." There were little squeaks of wheels and the hiss of pistons all around the room as the girls positioned their respective stools properly and sat down between the raised and spread thighs of their assigned boys. "Alright girls," said the Dean, "you may now place the flat palms of your hands on the boy's inner thighs, near his knees." The girls all carefully did so. The Dean looked around the room, seeing all the seated girls with their hands dutifully in their laps and their eyes fixed on the male genitals displayed in front of them. "Now you may begin to caress your boy's thighs, sliding your hands gently to his inner thigh and back, but do not make contact with his genitals. This is a comforting gesture on your part to show the boy that you mean no harm and that you appreciate him. You may introduce yourself by your middle name only, and praise your boy as we have practiced in class." Craig jumped a little in surprise as he felt the small soft hands of a girl touch his thighs and begin to gently caress him. He heard a tentative little voice say, "Hi, my name is Sally, and I'll be examining you today." Craig whispered, "Hi", not knowing what else to say, and Mrs. Carrington leaned over and murmured in his ear, "It's not necessary for you to respond, dear, just enjoy her hands and her words." He nodded, feeling the girl's hands on him and feeling his penis throbbing and his testicles pulling up automatically when her hands approached the upward reaches of his thighs, so close to his genitals, but not touching. He hoped she would touch him soon. Dean Peterson spoke. "Now girls, I'm sure you can see how your boy's genitals respond as you caress his thighs. You are probably seeing his penis and testicles react to your touch, even though you're only touching his legs. Isn't that adorable?" There were soft murmurs of approval from around the room. "Now ladies," said the Dean, "you must always to remember to compliment your boy. Find something, or many things, that you like about his genitals and compliment him. Boys need consistent feminine approval to be truly happy, just as they need consistent feminine attention to their genitals." The girls all practiced saying nice things to their boys. All around the room were heard young female voices saying things like, "I like how pretty pink your penis is," or, "I like how big and full your testes look," or, "Your penis is nice and big and stiff, it looks very nice." Sally cleared her throat and said to Craig, "You have a very pretty penis and testicles." Then she thought she could do better, "I like how your penis throbs and your head is a darker pink color, it's very nice." She smiled as she was rewarded with a nice throb of Craig's penis, making his head puff out momentarily and turn even darker - almost purple. "Oooh," she said, "that was very fun to watch. Your penis is just lovely." Craig felt comforted that the girl was being so nice to him. He hadn't known what to expect, and he was pleased that she found his genitals attractive. The dean spoke. "Girls, now you may begin your examinations by touching your boy's testicles. Take one of his testes in each hand gently, and roll them softly in your fingers. This will feel good to your boy, and you can also feel the oblong shape of real testicles, and you can feel the bumpy area where the cord that connects his testicles to his body attach. Try to feel the seminal ducts if your boy's scrotum is relaxed enough." The girls all spent several minutes fondling and examining their boy's testes, eliciting the occasional sigh or soft moan of pleasure from their boys. The girls also noted that each boy's penis throbbed to fully stiff erectness as they fondled their testes. "Compliments, ladies, always let your boy know that you accept him and approve of his genitals..." cautioned the dean. The room filled with small female voices praising their male charges' testes and scrotum. Craig's Sally said, "I really like how soft your scrotum is, and I like that it is shaved nice and bare. It feels soft and nice in my hands. I also think your big testicles are just adorable. They're nice and firm, but I know they are also delicate and I'm doing my best to be very gentle..." She giggled to herself and added, "And I'm imagining your testes are very busy, working hard to make sperm for your upcoming ejaculation. They feel nice and healthy, and I'm happy to have the chance to examine them." That was so nice, Craig thought, and he gave a little moan of appreciation for his young lady examiner. The Dean spoke again, "Now ladies, you may gently take hold of your boy's shaft and begin to softly stroke up and down. This will bring pleasure to his penis, so don't be alarmed if he can't help but wiggle in his bonds or gasp and moan. That is all perfectly normal and to be expected." Craig's Matrons looked at Sally's hand on his erect penis, gently beginning to stroke him. Mrs. Douglass leaned over and whispered, "It's ok to grip more firmly, love, and give a nice stroke all the way up so that your fingers rub against the crown of his head... Yes, that's it, well done..." Sally smiled and improved her technique as Mrs. Douglass had suggested, and she was very pleased to see her boy wiggle a bit more and moan in obvious pleasure. Sally smiled, 'this is so amazingly fun!' she thought to herself. As all the girls in the room stroked their boy's penis, the dean encouraged them to keep feeling the boy's testes with their free hand, and to continue complimenting their boy on how nice his penis was responding to stimulation. Male throats gasped and moaned and whimpered all over the room. A few of the more adventurous girls would lean forward when the Dean wasn't looking, and give the head of their boy's penis a quick furtive lick, usually followed by a desperate whimper from their boys, which of course pleased the young lady very much. Smiling girls busily stroked penises all over the room, sometimes looking over to the girls next to them, watching for any special techniques they might try. The Dean, now walking about the room to look over her girls' shoulders and assess their work, gave further instruction. "Now girls, don't be alarmed if your boy develops a dollop of clear fluid at the tip of his penis. This is perfectly normal, and is a good sign. As you know, boys will leak pre-seminal fluid as they become aroused, and this is a clear lubricant produced in their urethra so that their semen can slip out more freely when they boy ejaculates. You can cause him to dribble more of it by making the upward stroke on his penis with a stronger grip than the downward stroke." She strolled around a little more as the girls all tried to make their boys drippy with the clear fluid, to varying degrees of success. After a moment, the Dean giggled, "I know what you girls are thinking, and yes, it is perfectly alright for you to dab his dribbles with your tongues. You'll find this clear fluid relatively pleasing, as it usually has a hint of sweetness..." Male moans and gasps were heard all over the room, as well as the satisfied smacking of youthful female lips as the girls tasted their first male juices. "While you are there, girls," said the Dean, "Take a moment to put your nose right into his scrotum between his testicles and inhale his male scent. You'll find it entirely unusual, yet strangely attractive. There's just something splendid about the smell of male genitalia. You'll remember this smell for the rest of your lives..." The girls sniffed, sampled, and in some cases deeply inhaled their boys' scents, each girl reacting in her own way, some ambivalent, some pleased, and some fascinated. The dean indicated that the girls should now all increase the speed of their stroking, increasing the stimulation of their boys' penises in preparation for forcing his ejaculation. Boy's wiggled and writhed and gasped and whimpered and moaned all across the hall. "That's it, girls," said the Dean, "your boys will ejaculate soon, and when they do, you should be very proud. Now, it is important for these boys' training, as well as your own practice, that you now begin to focus your boy's thoughts. A good boy has submissive thoughts and feelings when he spurts his semen as an offering to his Mistress. For a brief moment, you will each become the Mistress of your boy - in total control of his genitals - you are going to make him ejaculate and it must happen on your terms. This means, he must spurt submissively for you. That is good for him and good for you." Craig & Irene Ch. 04 The Dean looked around the room to see determined young faces, getting serious about stroking their boys and making their penises spurt. The Dean said, "Now is the time for you to give them dominant talk - just as we have practiced in class so many times. You girls know what to say to your boys and you drive them over the edge and force them to ejaculate. Now is the time that you exert your feminine power and make your boy spurt while you control what you allow him to think about." All over the room, young female voices took on powerful authoritative, yet nurturing tones as they guided their boy's to ejaculation with their hands and their words. Sally began to rub Craig's penis with greater vigor one moment, then slowly yet firmly the next, as she spoke to him. "I'm going to make you spurt out all your semen for me, young man," she said, "now I want you to be a good obedient boy for me, and when I give you my permission, I expect you to ejaculate within ten strokes of my hand on your penis. Can you be a good boy for me?" She took Craig's gasp and whimper as a fine submissive response. "Yes, I'm sure you are a good boy, and you'll be nice and obedient for me. I have complete control of your penis, so it's best for you to just surrender to me and let me have what I want. I'm going to take your semen, and you are going to obediently give it to me on command. Yes, good boy, all tied down on this table, helpless as I stroke your beautiful penis... You can't help but submit your genitals to my care... You know it's good for you to yield yourself completely to me... Yes, good boy... I can see your hips struggling to wiggle, but you're completely bound and helpless.... I think you're ready.... I'm rubbing your penis and I'm watching carefully.... I want to see you spurt for me, my good boy... yes, such a good boy with such a pretty penis, all stiff and pink and ready to spurt for me..." Craig was beside himself with the agony and ecstasy of her hands and words. He felt completely submissive to her and he knew she would make him ejaculate very hard. He knew she was going to drain him completely dry and leave him weak and spent and very limp... "Now, my good boy," said Sally, "I am going to make you ejaculate. Your penis is ready to spurt your offering of semen for me, and I am ready to receive it. I'm going to count down from ten, and you will spurt for me." Craig whimpered in surrender, writhing and moaning much to the delight of his young female captor. "Ten... Nine... Eight... Seven... Six..." With each number, Sally stroked Craig's penis longer, letting her hand rub against and over the ridge of his crown further and further, increasing the stimulation of the boy's penis tenfold. "Five... Almost ready," she said. "Four... Yes, good boy..." "Three... You're head is so swollen and purple, I can't wait to make you spurt." "Two... Good boy, here it comes..." "One. You may now spurt for me and show me what a good boy you are." Sally's hand simply gripped around the ridge of his penis and stroked fast in little jerks - localizing the intense stimulation right at his most sensitive and vulnerable area. In response, Craig's body went completely stiff and he cried out in despair as his first jet of semen vaulted from the tormented purple head of his penis, to be followed by several more spurts of equal power and volume. Sally giggled with delight and triumph, amazed at how forcefully her boy was spurting his slimy white juices into the air above her hand. She directed the aim of his penis so that his semen went onto his belly and accidentally onto the white sheet. Sally was completely excited and happy to have caused her first ejaculation - and such a nice big one - from such a nice boy with such beautiful genitals. It was a day she would treasure all of her life. She loved to feel his penis pulse in her hand as it spurted, and she loved the feeling of the last of her boy's warm semen as it dribbled onto her hand and ran down her wrist. Sally, following the instructions that all the girls had received, continued to hold her boy's shaft in her hand and gently stroke it as it slowly pulsed and softened over the course of two or three minutes. She loved how she could keep milking just one more drop from his penis, and then just one more, and again. It just seemed like the boy was so full of the wonderful warm juices, and she kept looking at the drops that were on her hand, hoping to soon have her first tasted of a boy's offering... The Dean praised the girls - each one having very successfully masturbated her boy to ejaculation. Many of the girls had lost a bit of control and had at least one spurt in their hair, or on their blouse or skirt, but it was all in good fun, and while embarrassed by the mess, the girls were also proud to wear the signs of their victorious handling of their first boy. The Dean encouraged the girls to leave their boy with a little kiss, and most girls used the opportunity to plant their lips softly on the sensitive head of their boy's penis, thanking him for being a good boy, and then stepping away from the table politely. Sally's hand still had a good deal of semen, and she couldn't wait any longer, bringing it to her mouth and lapping up the pearlescent remembrance of her time with her boy. Her first taste of semen was strange but not completely unpleasant, more acceptable because of what it represented, rather than being particularly enjoyable. Over the next several weeks, however, Sally would continue to remember, and celebrate in her mind, the wonderful feeling of her boy's penis in her hand, his pulsing as he ejaculated, and the taste of his youthful semen that she could always easily recall to her lips... For Craig's part, after all the girls left the hall, his matrons unfastened him and cleaned him up. They took him back to his room for his three o'clock nap, and each told him how proud they were of him and what a good boy he was. All he knew was that it was extremely arousing to have his genitals milked by a woman that he couldn't see. Being used so anonymously was very exciting and only increased his feelings of being exploited and completely submissive to female dominance. As Craig drifted off to a much needed nap he wondered what would be in store for the evening... Craig & Irene Ch. 05 This story contains Femdom themes – including dominant older women and submissive younger men, and perhaps some occasional F/m spanking. If this sort of theme does not appeal to you, please check out some other author's stories on Literotica that will better suit your tastes. All the best to you!!! This story is dedicated to all the Ladies in their 50's and 60's out there who are still hot women - your sure hands and knowing, comforting smiles are so good for us younger boys, who need your nurturing attention to keep our youthful genitals healthy... Mrs. Douglas was delighted that she had drawn the duty of waking young Craig from his nap, and quietly entered his little room, seating herself on a small chair next to his bed. She had pushed the covers down to reveal Craig's nakedness as he slept, and she had just looked at him for a while before she began to massage his testicles in her warm experienced hand. She simply adored well endowed young men. They were so beautiful to look at, so pleasurable to touch and explore, and wickedly delightful to dominate and control. And most especially delightful to see them writhe and whimper when an experienced woman makes them spurt out all their semen - and young men could be made to produce a lot of semen! Particularly, she thought, the boys at the Larraine Institute, who were specially chosen for their large genitals and submissive tendencies. And the special pill that the boys took each day worked wonders to increase their semen production, causing a boy to have a physiological requirement of at least six to ten ejaculations each day. She also had become quite impressed with the special 'genital development' cream that was massaged into the penis and scrotum of the boys at the institute after each ejaculation. It was clear to her that the skin of a boy's genitals grew increasingly sensitive to stimulation over time, and though it was difficult to believe, she knew that these well-endowed boys were continuing to somehow grow and become even larger. She felt herself thrice-blessed to have worked her way up from a novice Booster of the boys' swim team to the exalted position as a Matron, and now was able to care for a boy, alongside her team members. The stated goal of the Matron team was to take care of 4 or 5 milkings a day, and to see to it that each milking served to feed the boy's submissive tendencies. She felt her team was doing a wonderful job, working together to control Craig's sexual pleasure so that every ejaculation the boy experienced reinforced his submissive feelings. Mrs. Douglas just adored the feeling of making a penis go from soft to hard in her hand, and caressing it properly so as to cause ejaculation. The exhilaration of forcing a male, especially a younger one, to spurt whether he wanted to or not (and they always wanted to, she giggled to herself) was priceless. As she caressed the soft hairless scrotum of her young 19-year-old charge Craig, she looked down at his cherubic face lovingly, whispering, "I'll take good care of you, dear, and you'll be a good boy for me...", her mind went back to earlier years and the thrill of taking her first young man in hand... 20 years earlier... When Mrs. Douglas was just turned forty, she was feeling sort of down. Her rich husband was off in Europe somewhere on an extended business trip, leaving her home and alone to face the benchmark birthday. Sitting in Mrs. Douglas' kitchen and having tea with her neighbor Ellen, a fifty-something elegant woman who had become a very close friend, they were discussing birthdays that end in zeros. Ellen was compassionate about Mrs. Douglas' feelings about her fortieth, but suggested a solution. "Darla," said Ellen, "there's nothing magic about turning forty, or fifty, or sixty. You're still a woman, and a beautiful one at that. The only question is, are you enjoying life? At any age, that's what matters." Mrs. Douglas took in this sage wisdom and answered, "Well, I'm bored and lonely." Ellen understood, and with a wise grin she leaned close and whispered. "So, Darla, have you ever had the pleasure of enjoying a young man? A much younger man?" "I'm married," said Darla Douglas, "Of course not." "Pity," said Ellen, "they are quite delightful. And honestly dear, they are far more available than you might think. Why, just a few years ago, I invited my pool boy in for tea, and one thing led to another... Eventually every Saturday for several years, after he finished with the pool, he would sit with me for tea and I became intimately acquainted with his charms. I enjoyed him very much." "What do you mean?" Darla responded in shock, "You didn't have sex with him, did you?" Ellen giggled, "No, dear, I didn't do anything of the sort. But, I did ask him to sit for tea with me, in... ah... shall we say, a state of undress." Darla sat back, "You don't mean he was...naked..." "I most certainly do, dear. I'd have Billy come into my parlor every Saturday, once he'd finished with his work, and I'd have him take off his clothes for me, and have his tea with me in the nude. I of course remained fully clothed at all times." Ellen smiled at Darla's incredulous expression. "I assure you it is true, and it was very easy to get him to do it the first time. He was such a precious boy. I also had him pose for my paintings. You should come over and see them some time." Darla was silent for a moment, and then with resolve she said, "I'm not sure I understand, so perhaps you should tell me exactly what goes on, in detail." A small grin played at the edges of Darla's mouth. Ellen, the handsome 50-something woman, explained how her special relationship with Billy the Pool Boy started and progressed. One day, many years ago, Ellen had looked out the window and saw that there was a new young man cleaning her pool. She had not changed the maintenance company, but they had changed the personnel. He was wearing a small pair of tight gym shorts, displaying the tanned and muscular physique of his legs, arms, and torso very nicely in the midday sun. She watched him work and saw that, in addition to nicely developed muscles and a handsome face, they boy had a very cute bottom and a pronounced bulge in the front of his clingy shorts. She felt her heart beating and realized that she was interested to see the boy without the unneeded shorts on. Ellen was an aggressive woman, a woman before her time those twenty years ago, and Darla knew she subscribed to Playgirl Magazine since she had seen them on her coffee table. Ellen also painted very well, and her specialty was to paint portraits. Her favorite subjects were men, and she usually painted them nude. She had a few of them on her walls and many in her studio... Ellen decided she would invite the young 18-year-old gentleman in for some tea and see how things progressed. If they got on well, she might invite him to pose for her as she painted him. She asked him in and sat him down in the parlor, where there were several recent editions of Playgirl on the coffee table, and her best male nude painting on the wall. She sat across from the boy so that he would see the painting over her shoulder, which was of a young man about his age, lying on silk sheets with his thighs apart so that his large hairless genitals were fully and magnificently displayed. The trap was set and she would see how the boy reacted. They chatted amicably for quite a while, and she had time to notice his furtive glances as the painting and at the Playgirl magazines displayed on a nearby table. She could see that they made him a little uncomfortable, but perhaps not in a bad way. He sat casually as boys do, never able to keep his thighs from parting, and this gave Ellen an enjoyable view of his genital bulges, which sometimes betrayed a little swelling - much to her delight. Ellen guided the conversation to the painting when she caught the boy obviously looking at it, and asked if he liked her work. Of course he was very complimentary, so she led him into her studio where she had set up many of her paintings on easels for easy viewing. They were all male nudes. She took the boy by the hand around the room, pausing in front of each painting. They were of different young men, in different poses, but all of the paintings depicted the boys' genitals in full and explicit detail. Several of the paintings were of boys Billy's age, between 18 and 20 years old, with erections - making them even more inflammatory. She adored asking the boy to tell her his thoughts on each painting, and she reveled in his obvious blushing embarrassment. But he did not, she noted, run screaming from the room, and his little shorts could not hide the fact that he was experiencing some embarrassing firmness and swelling in his groin area. Therefore at the end of the tour she took him back for more tea in the parlor to ask the question. "How would you feel about sitting for me, Billy, and letting me paint you? Provided of course, that you prove to be a exceptional model. I do pay an hourly fee of $25 to my models..." Ellen watched his eyes fill with surprise, fear, embarrassment, and just a hint of excitement. Perfectly natural. Without waiting for an answer, she simply moved forward. "Billy," she said firmly, "Please stand up and lower your shorts for me so I can have a look at you." The boy was frozen, his eyes wide. She stood and stepped to him, offering him her hand. He automatically took it and she lifted so that he would follow her hand and stand. "There, that's better," she said smiling, "Now let's have the shorts down to your knees, Billy, that's a good boy..." She let go of his hand and just stood expectantly, waiting for him to obey. Finally after a pause, he did it. It was amazing for Ellen to see how pliable young males are, as always. The boy pushed his shorts down and they fell to his ankles, and he stood up straight with his hands at his sides. It was so cute that he was blushing and squeezing his eyes shut, afraid to look at Ellen as her eyes slowly roamed up and down his body several times, finally coming to rest on what was hanging between the boy's thighs. She smiled as she focused her attention on his plump circumcised penis, throbbing just slightly as the boy couldn't help but become aroused. His testes were nice and big, hanging low in his soft scrotum. He was delightfully endowed. "Very nice, Billy," she said, "now I'd like you to step out of your shorts, leave them on the ground, and take your seat again in the chair. He opened his eyes and moved to sit down, this time with his hands in his lap and his thighs close together, trying to hide his genitals and the embarrassing fact of his growing erection. "Now Billy," she said, "It's not good for a boy to be so modest. You need to get used to being undressed in a Lady's presence, so I want you to take your hands out of your lap and stop squeezing your legs together. Now be a good boy for me and open your thighs and put your hands on the arms of the chair." He sheepishly obeyed, blushing profusely and breathing shallowly. "That's a good boy," she said, "just relax and get used to freely exposing your body. Don't worry if you have an erection, that's perfectly normal for a boy and nothing for you to be ashamed of. That's it, good boy." She eyed the beautiful shapes between his spread thighs and said, "You look very nice without any clothes, Billy. I think I'd like you to be undressed whenever we are together. It's good for you to relax and let a lady look at your body." She smiled as she could see his muscles slowly become less tense as he let her look at him, but he still felt quite embarrassed to let her watch as his penis slowly filled out and stiffened. They sat in silence together as he watched her watch him come to full erection, with his youthful penis standing up from his groin all thick and long and crowned with a swollen pink head. "Very nice," said Ellen again, "you have a beautiful body, Billy, and you should be proud to let me look at you. Here, have some more tea, dear." They again drank tea and chatted for a while, deciding what days and at what times Billy might be free to come and pose for Ellen's painting. They decided on Tuesday and Thursday evenings. Once it was all decided, Ellen said, "Billy, I wonder if you'd feel comfortable if sometimes, when you come to pose, we could just spend time together? Occasionally, I won't have the right creative feeling to paint, but I would like you to arrive for your appointment and undress for me, and then just stay the two hours like we planned. I enjoy having a handsome young man around, and a boy is at his best when he is naked, in my opinion." "I guess so..." he answered. "Now Billy, I know you have to go and do other people's pools, and I've already made you late. But, in gratitude for your cooperation today, and in view of your present condition, I feel obligated to relieve the pressures a young man can feel..." It was clear that Billy had no idea what she meant, so Ellen smiled and explained it better. "Billy," she said in a very maternal voice, "You obviously have an erection, which will make it difficult for you to put on your shorts properly. I am offering to help to relieve your erection. Would you like that dear? Would you like me to caress your penis and draw out a nice ejaculation? I'm sure you must be feeling lots of pressure, with your youthful buildup of semen, so I think it would be best if I helped your penis to relax..." His eyes went wide, but he certainly looked interested, and his penis throbbed in his lap to betray that this idea was exciting for him. He carefully nodded his assent. "Yes, I thought you'd like that. Good boy." Ellen stood and took Billy by the hand, leading him from the parlor to the kitchen. She had him stand with his back to the wall, and his penis jutting right out toward her, as she set a towel down across the kitchen table. "I want you to lie back on the table for me, Billy, so that I can help relieve your stiffness." Billy laid down on his back across the table, next to the edge where Ellen had laid the towel, and once he was in position, Ellen stood next to his right hip and took hold of his penis in her soft, warm hand. As she gently stroked the shaft of his penis, she marveled how it's girth filled her hand so that her fingers couldn't touch, and she had to stroke long to cover the length of his beautiful shaft. "My, you have a very nice penis, Billy," she said softly. "Whenever I have a young man spend time undressed in my presence, I always feel it is my duty to take care of his needs ejaculatory. Whenever a naked boy gets an erection, I always lay him down and take good care of his penis." She smiled down at the boy, "So, from now on, whenever you're with me and you have an erection, don't ever be shy, Billy. I know that a young 19 year old is full of genital energy, and I'm always happy to help a boy to relax his genitals in this perfectly natural way. So you must always let me know whenever your pretty penis is beginning to feel stiff, so that I can rub it and make it all better. Can you do that for me, Billy?" He nodded yes. With her other hand, she began to feel the firm roundness of his testicles, each big enough to fill her palm. They felt warm and heavy as she rolled them between her fingers, relishing the soft texture of his scrotum, lightly dusted with hairs. "Next Tuesday," she said, "when you come to pose for me, I'd like you to have shaved off all of your pubic hair. As you can see from my paintings, I feel that even a light dusting of pubic hair is unnecessary on males as it hides their beauty. I think boys look best when they are completely bare. If you are afraid to do it yourself, I can do it for you before you begin to pose. Ok, Billy?" He nodded, moaning slightly as Ellen's ministrations to his stiff organ began to do their magic. "Good boy," she said. She stroked his penis for a while, slowly increasing tempo and pressure, and soon she had the boy writhing on the table and gasping and moaning. "Shhhh," said Ellen, "take deep breaths and try to hold still for me, dear. I know it's difficult, but you need to learn to lie back and trust me to take good care of you. That's a good boy. You're approaching ejaculation, Billy, so I want you to do your best to relax. You'll soon learn that it's good for you to let go and surrender yourself to me completely. That's better, good boy, just let it happen..." Suddenly with a gasp, Billy's body tensed and Ellen was rewarded with an enormous spurt of youthful semen that flew several feet into the air before landing on the boy's chest. There followed many more distinct spurts, each a little smaller and weaker, and then finally the last few pulses of semen simply flowed out of his penis as Ellen continued to milk his shaft with gentleness and affection. "Oh, Billy, you did very well dear, I'm very proud of you," said Ellen warmly. "You gave me such fine spurts and you produced so much semen. You're a very good boy, Billy. Now just relax and let me milk out the last few drops, and then I'll get you cleaned up." He nodded imperceptibly as Ellen continued to stroke his softening shaft in a root-to-tip motion, to express any remaining semen from the boy's penis. She obtained several last pearlescent drops, which pleased her greatly, and she enjoyed feeling the boy's penis as it became slowly softer and smaller in her hand. Finally, she laid his penis down on his belly and warmed a washcloth at the sink. Returning, she gently and lovingly wiped up all of Billy's semen from his genitals, thighs, belly, and chest. Once he was clean, she cooed at him to lie still a little longer, as she casually caressed his soft penis and emptied testicles with her soft, knowing hand. She comforted the post-orgasmic boy, massaging his genitals and caressing his face as she cooed soft encouraging words. Ellen whispered, "There, there, dear, just rest now and let me take care of you. You're a very good boy and I am proud of you for giving me such a nice ejaculation. Just rest and let yourself surrender, knowing that I understand that a good boy needs to have his penis cared for. I know how to take proper care of your genitals to keep them healthy. You can trust me..." When finally he'd rested enough, she helped him off of the table and held his little shorts for him to step into. She gently cupped his genitals in her hand, gave him a peck on the cheek, and lovingly patted his bottom as she sent him out the door. "See you next Tuesday, Billy," she said happily, "and remember to be a good boy for me and shave off all your naughty hair so that your pretty genitals will look fresh and clean for me..." In the ensuing years, Billy continued to pose twice a week for Ellen, and also continued to clean her pool on Saturdays. He posed nude for her in whatever position she desired, and she painted many portraits of his beautiful body, always featuring his naked genitals prominently. She especially enjoyed having him pose with an erection, because that required that he stroke his penis from time to time to maintain the proper stiffness. After each posing session, Ellen would lead her naked young man by the hand into her parlor, where she would take her time to play with and pleasure his penis with her hands. She adored bringing the boy to a writhing, gasping ejaculation, and would always coo sweet encouragements in his ear as he spurted for her. On 'pool days' he was always quick to come inside when he'd finished his work, and take off his shorts to have tea with Ellen. She marveled that her young man was always so eager to undress, eager to have her eyes on his nakedness, and ever so eager to lie down and offer his genitals for her to touch and pleasure. Ellen was always gracious and happy to massage his penis and bring him to a much needed and relaxing ejaculation. Craig & Irene Ch. 05 As time passed, Billy learned to overcome his natural modesty and embarrassment when one or more of Ellen's lady friends would drop by while Billy was posing nude. At Ellen's insistence, he always posed with his thighs spread wide to expose his large pink genitals completely, as was Ellen's trademark in her artwork. Within the first year, Ellen had painted nudes of Billy for each of her closest friends - the ladies of her bridge club - and she additionally hired Billy to act as 'waiter' at their card games. Of course, since each woman had seen him pose nude several times, and each owned a detailed portrait of his nude body, the ladies agreed that Billy should wait on them in a state of complete undress. The Bridge Club ladies enjoyed their youthful waiter very much, constantly ordering tea or sugar or a cookie, causing young Billy to walk back and forth to the kitchen under their delighted gaze. When Billy wasn't running an errand for one of the ladies, his job was to stand next to each lady, giving them an opportunity to feel, caress, and fondle him. The ladies hands were ever caressing his shapely bottom, fondling his big firm testicles, and stroking the shaft of his penis to keep him erect during their games. This of course, was distracting and often caused a team to lose a hand, due to their attention being drawn away from the game, but no matter - they liked to have Billy attend them. At the end of each bridge game, the winners had the honor of relieving the young man's erection. Billy was required to lie down on the card table as the ladies of the winning team played with his penis and testicles, bringing the boy to ejaculation as all the ladies watched and cheered him with encouraging and complimentary words. After four years, Billy completed college, and got a job in a far away city, and so had to bid goodbye to Ellen and her bridge club ladies. They were sad to see him go, since they'd all enjoyed having him serve them nude, and each Bridge Club gal had enjoyed stroking the boy's penis to ejaculation many times. Then, one evening, the ladies' bridge club added a new member named Martha. Martha's son was enrolled in a nearby exclusive boys' school - the Larraine Institute for Young Gentleman. Martha recommended to Ellen that she join the 'Booster Club' at the Institute, as she would find the way they trained the boys at the Institute to be very enlightened. Ellen had gone with Martha to a swimming event and seen the delicious spectacle of all the 18-21 year old boys swimming in their special 'uniform' suits. She couldn't keep the smile off her face as the well-endowed young males walked around with the sheer and see-through pouches of the little uniforms wiggling to and fro. Enthralled with the program, Ellen had joined the Boosters and remained a stalwart supporter of the boys to this day. Some years later, Mrs. Darla Douglas had moved into Ellen's neighborhood, joined the ladies' bridge club, and subsequently was led into her association with the Larraine Institute, along with the rest of the ladies in the club... All of these things went through Darla Douglas' mind as she casually massaged young Craig's testicles. She knew that boys in the special summer program needed good testicle massage to help the testes continue to grow and develop to produce ever more testosterone and sperm. She noticed that Craig was beginning to awaken, shifting a bit in his light sleep. She also noticed that his penis was beginning to lengthen and thicken. She looked at her watch. 5.30pm. It was almost time for the boy's next scheduled milking, so she would take Craig to see Nurse Wanda. Mrs. Douglas helped Craig to fully awaken, and she helped him into his little pouch panties, pale green in color, and led him by the hand toward the nurse's office. Upon entering, Nurse Wanda took charge of Craig and led him to one of the small clinical milking rooms with one of the 'Y' shaped milking tables. Wanda's assistant for this shift was Ms. Peters, a pretty woman in her early 50's with short blond hair and sparkling blue eyes. Ms. Peters helped Craig off with his pouch panties, and up onto the milking table, strapping him in and adjusting the leg supports to spread his thighs wide apart. When she was finished, she caressed the boy's naked bottom and said, "The Nurse will be in shortly to milk you, Craig. Just try to relax, dear." "Yes, Ma'am," he said quietly. Nurse Wanda soon came in and said, "Hi Craig, it's nice to have you back on my table for your six o'clock. Just be a good boy for me and we'll always get along well." "Yes, Ma'am." "Now Craig," she said as she pulled a stool up to sit on at his left hip, "I am responsible to see that each boy in our Institute stays properly free of pubic hair, and I give each boy at least one of his six scheduled milkings every day. That way I can stay in touch with his genital development, and see that his semen is continuing to flow nicely." "Yes, Ma'am," Craig said. "So, I'm a very busy woman and I have Ms. Peters to assist me. I'm going to milk you very thoroughly, and then turn you over to Ms. Peters who will take you into the grooming room to inspect your genitals for any stubble, and shave you." "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered, feeling quite humiliated in the way the women treated him, but at the same time, his penis was stiffening to full erection. "When I give each boy their milking, once a day, I also milk the boy's prostate gland to really make sure I empty his pipes, so to speak. This will be different than the usual penis stimulation, Craig. We're going to insert a vibrating device into your bottom, and press it against your prostate gland as I stroke your penis. This will cause you to ejaculate rather quickly, and really quite involuntarily. Your ejaculation will also last longer than normal and hopefully, you'll produce an unusually large amount of semen for me. Since this is your first time for a daily prostate milking, I thought I should explain everything for you." "Yes, thank you, Ma'am." "Good boy," said Wanda, then she turned to Ms. Peters, "Please prep him for the prostate gland treatment, and you may insert the prostate wand when you're ready since his penis has already firmed up nicely." "Yes, Nurse," said Ms. Peters. As Nurse Wanda began to use both hands, going hand-over-hand with a downward motion on Craig's erect penis, the boy felt Ms. Peters' gloved and lubricated fingers probing the opening of his bottom. Ms. Peters said, "Try to relax, dear, and let me slip my fingers inside. I need to lubricate your bottom properly to accept the vibration device." "Ooohhh!" gasped Craig as he relaxed a little and felt Ms. Peters' cool lubricated finger slip inside his bottom. She wasted no time in pressing deeply and finding his walnut-shaped prostate gland, which she began to massage. Craig felt embarrassed at having his bottom penetrated, but he also found the feeling of prostate massage very interesting. Soon, Ms. Peters removed her finger and inserted the prostate stimulator, pressing around until she had it right on top of his gland. She turned on the vibration, and Craig felt the bulbous head of the wand wiggle and vibrate against his swollen gland. Nurse Wanda said, "Craig, I want you to relax and just let your ejaculation happen naturally. I do this with scores of boys each day, and I'm confident you'll be spurting and flowing within a minute or less. It will feel different in many ways. Just don't fight it." "Yes, Ma'am," he gasped as his hips wiggled against their bonds. He'd never felt anything like this. It was as though, with the dual stimulation of both his penis and prostate gland, his semen was quickly reaching threshold and was ready for release. He didn't even have time to process his feelings before he felt his genitals react, and his first spurt came gushing out of his penis and into the measurement beaker. "Ahhhh..." he moaned, as his body reacted completely on its own, taking his mind with it. He felt spurt after spurt leave his body, and then a sort of trickling flow as Ms. Peters increased the pressure against his throbbing prostate. "That's it, good boy Craig," said Nurse Wanda, "you spurted nicely, and now you just let it flow. We'll still get more semen from you, honey, so just relax and let it happen." Craig could feel a sensation inside his penis, sort of like urination, but more pleasurable as his prostate was milked by the stimulation device and his semen kept dripping out of his penis. Nurse Wanda carried on with the milking motions, coaxing the boy's semen down his dangling penis and out into the beaker drop by drop as Ms. Peters kept up the vibrating pressure on his prostate. Craig couldn't see his penis or the beaker due to being restrained onto the 'Y' table, but the Nurse and her assistant continued to stroke and vibrate against his sexual organs and he continued to feel the sensation in his urethra that semen was passing from his body. He blushed with renewed embarrassment. Never before in all of his humiliating treatment at the hands of his Aunt Irene, her friends, and the women of the Institute, had he felt so completely used. He felt like he was merely livestock, an animal to be milked and exploited. Deep feelings of submission flowed through his body and mind as he imagined how he must look - tied down with legs spread wide, as his genitals were forcibly drained of semen by trained clinicians. So naked, exploited, exposed, vulnerable, used, plundered, helpless, surrendered, was he. He felt so vulnerable, completely submitted into the hands of these women, all of them in powerful control over him. But somehow deep inside, he trusted them. He wanted to lie voluntarily upon their tables, feel the straps restrain him, feel their hands and eyes on his exposed vulnerable genitals. He briefly wondered how this had all happened. How had he become so addicted to these women's control over his mind and body. He was their slave, their property, to do with as they wished. And he realized that he wanted to be just that - he wanted to give himself in complete submission... Ms. Peters used her free hand to cup his testes and she massaged them. Having already delivered their sperm in his initial spurts, his testes were now relaxed and Ms. Peters thought they deserved some attention too. She knew that the Institute's employee guidelines encouraged the staff to "give constant, gentle, affectionate attention to the male's genitalia at all times. Always keep your attention focused to look at, touch, and talk to the boy about his genitals, keeping the focus of attention on his growing ability to produce semen." After a few minutes of prostate milking, Nurse Wanda said, "There, I think we're through, Craig. You're not producing anything more now, so we'll stop." The skilled hands and the vibrator were removed from his body, and he was unstrapped. Never in his life had Craig felt so 'empty' in his pelvic region. He knew that the skilled women had fully drained him and he wondered how long it would take for him to build up enough semen to ejaculate again. Ms. Peters led him into an adjacent room, with a now-very-familiar medical exam table complete with the usual straps and stirrups. She smiled to him as she strapped him into the table and stirrups, saying, "Craig, you were a very good boy for your milking, and you produced a lot of semen for us today. Nurse Wanda is very pleased with you." "Thank you, Ma'am," he said, smiling. Somehow, he found that he very much wanted to please the women who took care of him. He realized that each ejaculation he produced, caused the ladies' faces to light up with smiles and their lips to breathe out compliments. He wanted to make them happy and proud of him. He needed them to be pleased. Ms. Peters took a safety razor, shaving foam, and a towel from a tray and "touched up" Craig's genital area. She gently sought out any stubble of re-growth and shaved it off, leaving him fresh and clean as a whistle. She said, "You look very nice now, dear, all cleaned up. I hope you'll consider letting me do some waxing and electrolysis this winter. I recommend that you don't shave during Christmas break, and when you come back, I'll start with the wax treatments. By the end of January, we'll have you completely and permanently hair-free down here, which is just the way a boy should be." "Yes, Ma'am," he said. Then he asked, "Does it hurt a lot?" Ms. Peters smiled, "No, dear, not too bad. All the boys have it done and you'll do fine, I'm sure." It sounded scary, but Ms. Peters seemed insistent that this was a thing to be done, so he said, "Yes, Ma'am." She poured some of the special cream onto her hand and began to rub it into Craig's penis and scrotum as she chatted. "So, Craig, tell me. Are you enjoying the swim camp?" "Yes, Ma'am," he said. "What is your favorite thing about the Institute?" He thought how he should answer, and said, "All of the ladies take such good care of us boys..." She smiled knowingly and whispered, "Tell me the truth - your favorite part is having so many milkings every day, isn't it?" Craig blushed, "Well, uh, I guess, um, that's a good part." He couldn't keep the grin off of his face. Ms. Peters was finished with him and after wiping him with a towel, she unstrapped him and gave him a little hug. "It's ok, honey," she said, "I know you boys like having your penises played with. Don't be ashamed that you like having women play with your penis and make you spurt. That's perfectly natural for a boy, and that's an important part of the Institute's vision and philosophy." She hugged him tightly again, and reached down to cup his soft genitals in her hand. "Just be a good cooperative boy, and we'll take good care of you." "Yes, Ma'am," he said. She helped him into his pouch panties and gave his bottom a pat as she shooed him out the door into the reception area. He found Mrs. Carrington waiting for him. She smiled brightly, gave him a hug, and took him by the hand. "I'm taking you to a special session tonight," she said. "Headmistress Dawson will be giving a lecture on the subject of Nouveau Femme - the philosophy underlying the principals of the Larraine Institute. It is a talk she is giving tonight for the Aunts and Mothers of prospective new enrollees, as well as staff and the Boosters. There will also be many staff and students from our sister school, the Girls' Academy. We Matrons can bring our boys to attend as well." "Thank you Ma'am," said Craig. He remembered the Headmistress from his initial interview, and she had mentioned some of the principals of the Institute. He was surprised that he was actually quite interested to hear her talk. "Is it to start soon?" he asked. "Yes, dear," said Mrs. Carrington, "I'm taking you to your room to get dressed, and then I'll take you straight away to the auditorium." Upon reaching his little room, he was surprised to see a shirt, pants, and sandals laid out on his bed. Mrs. Carrington said, "Yes, tonight is very formal, so we'll be dressing the boys up nice and proper." She helped him out of his pouch panties, and into the shirt, pants, and sandals. The pants were particularly unusual, as they buttoned up the sides and were quite tight and form-fitting, of some sort of black stretchy fabric. At the crotch, there was a pouch of thinner, gauzy fabric, and he discovered that the pouch was removable, held to the pants by a few small snaps. "Aren't these pants delightful?" asked Mrs. Carrington, "I love the integral pouch because it can be removed at any time - so if a boy has an erection, he can be conveniently taken care of without having to take off his pants. A wonderful invention..." Craig gulped, "Yes, Ma'am," he said. Once dressed, Mrs. Carrington took Craig on her arm and escorted him through several new hallways and to the entrance of the Auditorium. There they found hundreds of women. All the Matrons, staff, and Boosters of the Institute were there, dressed very nicely. A few of the Matrons could be seen with a boy on their arm, and those boys were the only males in attendance. Craig also saw several girls his age, dressed in the Navy blue dresses of students from the Girls' Academy, along with staff from the sister school. Mrs. Carrington pointed out that there were many sponsors from both the Girls' academy and the Institute attending as well. A Sponsor was the woman who had enrolled her son or nephew into the Institute, or her daughter or niece into the Academy. In this sea of women, talking softly and filing gracefully into the Auditorium, Craig could feel their eyes on him as all the nearby females gave him the once-over, and always holding their gaze at his crotch for a few seconds before carrying on with whatever they were doing. He felt very much 'on display' in the crowd of women, and as Mrs. Carrington led him into the crush of the crowd, Craig began to feel anonymous feminine hands caress, squeeze, and pinch his bottom in the crowd. He also felt a few more aggressive female hands cop a quick feel, cupping his genitals momentarily, or merely caress his pouch provocatively. Mrs. Carrington giggled when she noticed Craig's surprised reaction, and she said, "Relax, dear. Girls will be girls, and there are so few boys around that sometimes they just have to satisfy their curiosity. It's perfectly normal and you just enjoy it." All the way to their seats, in the crush of the crowd, Craig's bottom and genitals were groped and fondled wickedly by the anonymous hands. Mrs. Carrington told him it was impolite for him to react, and that he should keep his eyes straight ahead and just act like nothing was happening. Finally, they reached their seats in the middle of the Auditorium and sat down. It just so happened that the woman at Craig's right was a Sponsor, Mrs. Blake. She was the mother of a boy whom she hoped to enroll into the Institute in the fall. She shook Craig's and Mrs. Carrington's hands and introduced her 24-year-old daughter, Rebecca, a recent graduate of the Girls' Academy, sitting on her other side. To Mrs. Carrington's left was another Matron, Mrs. Holbrook, and in the next seat over, Craig's classmate William. Once the introductions were completed, the lights of the Auditorium began to dim, and the elegant figure of Headmistress Dawson appeared at a podium under a spotlight. She was greeted with tremendous applause as the audience rose in adoration. Craig's eyes went wide as he felt Mrs. Blake's hand caressing his bottom as he stood clapping. He couldn't help but glance at her and she smiled and nodded at him. He smiled back politely, and continued clapping as the strange woman fondled his bottom. It seemed very strange to him, but in a way he liked it. He found he couldn't help but enjoy being the object of female attention and appreciation. He worried when he felt a small stirring in his groin. Having been groped and fondled in the crowd, as exciting as it was, had not overcome the 'emptiness' he felt due to the recent exhaustive prostate milking he had received from Nurse Wanda and Ms. Peters. But the very intimate way Mrs. Blake was touching his bottom somehow made him begin to feel arousal. It was some distance away, but it was lurking there... Headmistress Dawson raised a hand to calm the crowd, and once the applause settled, the audience sat back down quietly to await the Headmistress' wisdom. On a large screen behind the Headmistress, there was a projection of the title of her talk. "Nouveau Femme - an introduction to the philosophy" was its title. She sipped a glass of water and began to speak. "Ladies of the Larraine Institute and of the Girls' Academy, welcome. To our few but precious Young Gentlemen, welcome as well. And to our Sponsors of prospective students, let me say that this talk is really for you, and you are so very welcome this evening." Craig & Irene Ch. 05 There was polite applause, and then the lights became dimmer as more words appeared on the screen. It said "The place of the male in Nouveau Femme society". After a moment, the words on the screen were replaced by a photograph of a young man, nude, standing inside a hoop of sorts, with arms and legs spread wide to mimic the famous drawing of man's perfect size ratios by Leonardo Da Vinci. A quiet twitter of feminine delight passed through the crowd, as the shaved-bare genitals of the handsome young man were quite large and well-proportioned. The Headmistress grinned and began her talk. "The founding of the institute at the turn of the century, by the sisters Larraine, was dedicated to the philosophy of Nouveau Femme - "New Woman". The simple idea was that, while being completely feminine in behavior, dress, and attitude, it is at the same time possible - may I say necessary - that the woman take her rightful place in society, business, and most importantly, family. The woman is the rightful leader of the man. It is the woman who should be making the decisions and directing the affairs of the family and thereby, the world. A female-led world, a female-dominant world, is a world without strife, famine, or war. It is as yet an unrealized world, but we shall work diligently toward it together until it becomes reality... Again, polite applause erupted. Clearly the ladies present had much the same ideas... While this truth is obvious - that women should rule, and that men should obey them - one would think that the truth of it would be seen in the woman. But this is not so. The truth is seen in the male. A simple study of the male anatomy and the male psyche will convince the intelligent person that males were meant by the Creator to be subject to female authority. Observe first, the muscularity of the male - their bodies are designed for work. They are meant to do the heavy lifting of society, as they certainly do. But then we observe the male genitalia, and discover an important message - vulnerability. Testicular vulnerability. The most tender and vulnerable organs of the male body are made to lie outside the protection of all that bone and muscle. Why could that be...? Now observe the male mind - always thinking about sexuality, driven by his body's relentless production of semen, the male is constantly forced to seek sexual release. And where does he seek it? He knows that the female is the natural source of seminal ejaculation. The male seeks out the female as a biological imperative, of course, to mate with her and produce offspring. But while the female cycle operates this same imperative once a month, the male is a daily gushing fountain of semen, far beyond the evolutionary needs of the species. So, Ladies, I ask you. What is the message here, given by nature, that describes the relationship between the male and female. Male muscularity speaks of work-readiness. Testicular vulnerability shows the male susceptible to control. Seminal productivity gives the female the psychological handle she needs to harness a male's mind. Simply put, a woman can very easily bring a male to heel, in a way that pleases and satisfies the male's main drives, as equipped by nature. Patriarchal society has turned this natural order upside down, and it is the fault of the female. We have not stepped into our proper role, we have not take our males properly in hand, and we have not trained out males to be subservient in exchange for the thing they want most. The male deeply desires that a woman would focus her attention toward relieving his semen-stress. Any woman who takes it upon herself to consistently relieve her males of their semen, finds herself worshipped, adored, and obeyed. Taking it one step further, if she talks to her male at his most intimate moments, teaches him the proper way of thinking - teaches him to submit and obey - while he is in the throes of genital pleasure, she can imprint his mind. He will become a very good boy, a very obedient boy. This is what nature teaches. A male's testicles are his most vulnerable parts. His prostate creates and builds up semen without stopping. His penis is the key that unlocks the semen and spills it from his body. And this system is designed so that the male will voluntarily spread his thighs wide, exposing his vulnerable testicles to his Lady, trusting her completely with complete control of his body - in the hopes that she will be kind enough to take his semen. Ladies, think if your ovaries were outside your body, so delicate and vulnerable. Would you present them willingly to be caressed, fondled, and possibly injured by a man in return for clitoral stimulation. I think not. You are too wise. But the male - he will trust you instinctively to hold his testes in your hand. He believes you will not harm him by squeezing too hard or striking them. He knows you are a gentle woman and that you are full of feminine wisdom and justice. You will caress, not slap. You will comfort, not cause harm. And every time you attend to the needs of his penis, to take his semen, he will love you more." Craig felt Mrs. Blake's hand on his thigh. Slowly caressing up and down, gentle and unhurried. With each caress, her hand rose just slightly higher, eventually beginning to touch his scrotum. Craig knew he should sit still and not resist. He glanced at Mrs. Carrington to see if she noticed what was going on. She had, and she was smiling as she winked at him and nodded her head that he was doing the right thing to let Mrs. Blake touch him. He felt his erection beginning, the slow throbbing and heaviness beginning to become noticeable if it weren't for the near-darkness of the Auditorium. After many caresses wherein Mrs. Blake's hand had slid against his testicles deeply, she let go of his thigh and simply cupped his genitals, squeezing gently like a massage. The Headmistress continued. "So, once a woman is stimulating her male's penis, she must use the opportunity to talk to him for the purpose of training him to her liking. Nature has designed the human male to be extremely open to suggestion during the time when his penis is being stimulated. He will agree with you, obey you, promise you anything, all because of the sensations you are causing him to feel in his penis. The closer to ejaculation he is, the more susceptible to your thoughts and words he becomes. This is how a woman is supposed to imprint her will upon the psyche of her males. It is the position of Nouveau-Femme philosophy that we should follow nature and use the tools nature has given us to bring our males under submission to female authority. Properly treated, it is our belief that males can all be brought into their submissive natures. They want, deep down, for a woman to lead and guide them. The life-long training of the male to be submissive to the female is certainly more complicated, but the methods and guidelines that we follow all stem from this simple, natural beginning. Boys naturally submit to their mothers. This is how they begin - in the warm caring hands of their mothers they learn what it is to be loved, cared for, corrected, and cherished. Why should a growing male be stripped of this love, this care, this wise female guidance, that has brought him up from a baby to the beginnings maturity? Of course, it should not be taken from him. Young boys learn to obey their mothers. Why should not older boys, young men, and mature men not continue to live peacefully obeying the women in their lives? This is the question that is answered by the Nouveau Femme philosophy, and the answer is a resounding "No" to the patriarchal dismantling of the natural female-leadership order, and a resounding "Yes" to loving and caring for the males in our lives." As another round of applause filled the auditorium, Craig felt Mrs. Blake's hand cease cupping and caressing his genitals. She was obviously aware of his growing erection, having felt his swelling and stiffening penis under her hand. Craig felt her deft fingers searching out the little snaps that held his pouch, and she began to undo them one by one. By the time the applause was dying down, she had freed most of the snaps, releasing his erect penis from its captivity to stand up proud in his lap. He again looked at Mrs. Carrington, and she again smiled her approval of the other woman's hands playing with his genitals. Craig found himself sliding his bottom forward on his seat and spreading his thighs wide to allow Mrs. Blake greater access to his now-naked genitals. She leaned over and whispered, "good boy" in his ear as her hand gripped his stiff shaft and began to slowly and gently stroke him up and down. Craig noticed from the corner of his eye that Rebecca, Mrs. Blake's daughter, was smiling as she watched her mother's hand begin to stimulate the boy's penis. The Headmistress waited for the applause to end, and then she continued her talk. "So, to our Sponsors of potential students, I say the following things in the hopes that you will increase your desire to enroll your ward, whether son, daughter, niece, or nephew, into one of our schools. You have raised your child in the manner that seemed best to you, and we applaud you for it. To the sponsors of young gentlemen: Today, as your young men are of legal age, in the homes of wise women such as yourselves, I suspect that you continue to spank your boys regularly as needed so that they behave properly for you. You very likely practice home nudity for the males in your household, or perhaps have introduced pouch panties for your males to wear at home. Your boys address you as "Ma'am" and obey your instructions both privately and in public. You probably have prohibited unsupervised masturbation, so that your boy's semen can be released only under the guidance of you or another female. All these things and more we will continue at the Larraine Institute with your boy, continuing his submissive training and helping him to develop into just the kind of young man you can be proud of. To the sponsors of young ladies: your girls have been raised to see your example as you are the head of your household. They love and respect their fathers, but are well aware that he is a loving and obedient husband. That's what they want too - a young man who will be loving, submissive, and obedient. Your 18-year-old young lady is ready to really learn all the secrets of bringing a male under her thumb. She wants to explore all the possibilities of being the woman in control of her life, supported by her husband. She is also aware that variety is the spice of life, and wants to experience the joys of additional male partners, just as you have shown her by example. The Girls' academy will teach your daughter or niece all the feminine wisdom of the ages. Why, just this afternoon, the girls of the Academy's summer program were here at the Institute, practicing some of their new skills on our swim team boys. If you choose the Academy for your girls, or the Institute for your boys, you will be making a very wise choice. Thank you for listening to my short talk, and now we can all adjourn to the lobby for refreshments, and our Matrons will have a treat for all the ladies - the boys of the Larraine Institute will be modeling the famous Dr. Victoria Andre's newest fashion sensation which she calls "Freedom Trousers". They are a wonderful garment suitable for semi-formal occasions that feature a removable pouch, which, if they haven't been already, Matrons, please feel free to remove them now. Ladies, I encourage you to help with our summer program boys' continued training by feeling free to look at, touch, and play with our boys' genitals. This helps them learn that all women are entitled to enjoy their nakedness and they will practice being nice submissive boys for all of you. And the young ladies who are possible enrollees at the Girls' Academy next fall, are likewise invited to explore and enjoy the boys' genitalia as well. Remember ladies - our boys are good boys, and they are practicing trusting all of you with their delightfully vulnerable testicles - let's be feminine and gentle with our boys!" Great applause erupted once again, as the women began to file out. Mrs. Blake took the liberty of taking hold of Craig's erect penis and leading him out of the Auditorium. Craig noticed that the other six boys he could see were also bereft of their pouches, erect, and being similarly escorted through the crowd by a mature female hand on their penises. Once the crowd had filtered out of the auditorium and into the reception hall, Craig noticed that there was a generous buffet of hors d' oeuvres' and light snacks, as well as champagne and sodas for the guests. Craig soon found himself standing in a circle of champagne-sipping, smiling women, as his erect penis and large dangling testicles were on full naked display before them. He looked around and could see neither his Matron, Mrs. Carrington, nor the infamous Mrs. Blake who had been fondling him during the lecture. He did see Rebecca Blake, graduate of the Girls' Academy, walking toward him with two glasses of the sparkling wine. She smiled and handed him a glass. "Hi Craig," she said, letting her beautiful eyes flick down to take in his big erect penis jutting from the tight black fabric of his trousers. "You look lovely this evening." "Thank you, Ma'am," he said. Rebecca Blake had reddish-brown hair, green eyes, and a voluptuous figure that featured quite a bit of cleavage in her little black dress. He realized that she was quite beautiful, and he couldn't stop staring at her face as she smiled at him. He was frozen like a deer in the headlights. "So tell me, Craig," she said seductively as she stepped close to him. "When is your next scheduled milking?" His eyes went wide and he blushed with embarrassment at the unexpectedly bold question. Rebecca was wearing high heeled pumps, very sexy looking, and she towered at least 4 inches over him as she looked expectantly into his eyes. "Uh, um," he said fumbling for words, "I'm not sure, Ma'am, I think I'm to be...milked, um... at bed time." It was so embarrassing to have to say it out loud in front of all the nearby women watching the interaction between Rebecca and himself. But somehow, confessing his situation to the beautiful Rebecca seemed right and natural. "I see," she said, smirking knowingly, "But it's not yet bedtime, and yet you have a naughty erection. Are you being naughty, Craig?" "I'm sorry, Ma'am," he said as he looked down at his lewdly jutting penis, feeling deeply embarrassed and humiliated again. "I don't mean to be naughty..." "Of course you don't mean to be, dear," said Rebecca. Then she leaned close to him. He could feel her breasts against his shoulder and arm, and it was very exciting. He could smell her perfume, light as a meadow at sunrise, and he could smell her own scent beneath it. She smelled clean and fresh and wholesome, like home and safety and contentment. Rebecca said, "But even if a boy doesn't mean to be naughty, sometimes he can't help himself. And you know what naughty boys need, don't you Craig?" Her voice was sultry and just the sound of it made his penis throb. Her warm breath on his ear was very arousing and he felt his body shiver. "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered. "What do naughty boys need, honey?" she whispered as she rubbed her full breasts more fully against his shoulder. He hesitated, but couldn't fail to answer. He knew the answer. It was so humiliating. "Spanking..." he whispered. "I'm sorry dear," she said loud enough for all the nearby women to hear. "What did you say naughty boys need?" "Spanking, Ma'am." He said. "That's right, honey, naughty boys need to be spanked. You know its naughty for a boy to have an erection when it's not his milking time. And your penis is stiff, dear, so that means you're a naughty boy, aren't you? So I'm wondering...why do you have a stiff penis now, Craig? Is it because my mom was touching you?" He shook his head in silent shame. "Really? Not that?" she said, reaching down and cupping his testes in her hand and leaning her whole body against his. "Then why are you having an erection, honey?" He tried to say something, but no words would come out. Rebecca smiled and tried again, this time whispering in his ear. "I'll let you whisper so it will be our secret. Just tell me why you have an erect penis, which, I might add, is just gorgeous..." She leaned closer, putting her ear right in front of his lips. Craig finally found the courage to answer. "You. Ma'am. You are really beautiful...and you smell so good...and you were looking at me...." he said. Rebecca leaned back and looked him in the eye with a knowing grin on her beautiful mouth. "So, if I understand you correctly, you're saying that your penis is erect because of me." She increased the firm yet intimate probing and fondling of Craig's testes in her warm soft hand. "You're saying that I am the reason your penis is all swollen and throbbing and stiff, dear?" He blushed and nodded his head, unable to meet her powerful eyes. She let go of his testicles, stood back a step away from him and sipped her champagne as she looked at his blushing face. She said, "My, how delightful you are..." Her eyes washed over him again from top to bottom, and paused once last time to admire his well displayed erect penis and heavy dangling testes. "I think I'll see you again sometime, Craig." She turned and walked away and Craig couldn't help but watch the sway of her glorious hips in her tight little dress before she disappeared into the milling crowd of women. Whether the nearby ladies had realized the interaction between himself and the amazing Rebecca, Craig didn't know, but suddenly he was surrounded by elegantly dressed mature women and he felt their hands begin to explore his bottom and his genitals. "Oh what a delightful penis you have, young man," said a sharp looking woman with grey hair and sparkling grey eyes, as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and felt its girth and stiffness. "So firm and lovely," she mused as his dark pink head pulsed as she watched. "Very nice," she complimented as she let go and moved away. Another woman, perhaps in her mid thirties with brown hair and eyes and a rubenesque full figure appeared before him. She smiled, "Hello there." She caressed his penis and testicles delicately, as if to feel only the softness and smoothness of his skin. "My, you are a pretty one," she said. Her hand felt comforting and Craig found himself liking her, and liking the way she was so gentle and appreciative. She explored the tender head of his penis with her fingertips, feeling the soft spongy pink flesh, so sensitive to her touch. She smiled as a soft moan escaped Craig's throat unbidden. "Ah, that's so sweet," she said, and she raised one fingertip to her lips and kissed it, then she reached down and transferred the soft kiss to the tip of Craig's penis, just at the mouth of his urethra. "See you later, honey," she said. Women continued to file by, giving him smiles as their eyes washed over his exposed genitals. He felt so exposed, like a piece of artwork being admired or judged or simply used for visual sensation. He longed to see their smiles of approval, he wanted them to like him. He felt humiliation, submissiveness, and surrender wash through him, and he found that his hips were rocked slightly forward to more fully present his erect nakedness for the women to view and evaluate. A woman with blonde hair, perhaps 50, was standing a few feet away, watching him. She was tall and thin in a graceful way, and she was smiling. He watched as she stepped toward him and stood close so that his erect penis was only a few inches from her tummy. Craig & Irene Ch. 05 He watched as she grinned and her hand reached down to touch the tip of his penis with only a single finger of her graceful hand. Her finger rose to show Craig that she had captured a pearlescent drop of pre-seminal fluid from his penis. She casually slipped the finger into her mouth, gliding the fluid across the pad of her tongue. "Yummy boy," she said, and then she walked away. Such experiences were happening all over the large room, wherever the swim team members stood. Each boy's genitals were dangling freely naked from the opening of their tight stretchy pants, since all of their pouches had been removed. Women of all ages, but mostly older more mature women, were circulating through the crowd, and having their turns to look at, touch, and talk to the boys. Most of the boys were erect; their long thick penises standing proudly displayed for the viewing and fondling pleasure of all the ladies. The boys were all blushing and embarrassed, feeling the humiliation of their youthful genitals being displayed for the shoppers, like sides of meat in a market. Suddenly there was a hush in the crowd that began in a far corner. Female heads turned all in that direction, but Craig couldn't see anything. Then he heard it. There was a gasping moan from a young man's voice, and a panting breathing sound could be heard in the instantaneous silence of the crowd. Women's faces lit up with devious smiles and nods to each other of knowing satisfaction. Another moan was heard, followed by an "Oh!... ooohhh.... ahhhhh... please....." Craig realized that a boy was making the kind of sounds that happen when his semen is being coaxed from his body. There must be a boy over in that corner being milked by a woman from the crowd! Craig heard a woman whisper behind him, "Sheryl, it sounds like somebody is breaking the rules over there." Another woman giggled, "I was never so fond of the rules anyway... Just look around, we're all thinking about the same thing, aren't we?" Yet another woman whispered, "I say opportunity is knocking. If we don't do it, someone else will..." Craig heard another sound from a different corner of the room. It was the distinct slapping sound of an experienced female hand firmly swatting a boy's needy bottom. The smacking was firm and regular at a swift tempo, and followed quickly by a muffled "Oooh.... Ahhh.... Uhhhhmmmm...." In a boy's voice. Female smiles turned toward the new sound all over the room. Some women casually moved closer to the noise. But Craig realized that there were many women moving toward him, and they were looking at him. Suddenly, Craig found himself surrounded by a cluster of ladies. He felt several hands firmly gripping his wrists and arms and guiding them behind his back. Two women close in front of him took hold of his erect penis and began to stroke as a team with one hand above the other. Another two women each took a testicle in their hands and began to massage them. He felt hands at the back of his waist band that began to work his pants down in back to reveal his bottom. "SMACK" he felt a swat on one bottom cheek. "SLAP" another swat to the other cheek. Craig realized that he was completely overwhelmed by so many women. He was helpless to resist, but also knew that he would resist because he didn't want to. He liked the feeling of being overpowered and taken advantage of. His body began to relax in submission and his knees nearly buckled. Though lidded eyes, Craig could see that the throng of ladies around him was 4 or 5 women deep, for perhaps a total of more than 30 ladies of all ages. Perhaps 7 or 8 of them had a hand or two on his body, and the others were watching his degradation. The women working his penis were expert in their knowledge of stimulation techniques, and his penis was being well-pleasured which caused moans to escape his lips. At the same time, the swats that were landing on his bottom stung well, and a fiery heat was building up. The spanking pain in his bottom was at war against the pleasure of having his penis expertly rubbed, and it held him in a limbo between pain and pleasure. The swats made his hips buck forward, to 'offer' his penis with little thrusts. Another woman appeared before him. She seemed in her 60's, with black/grey hair and blue eyes. She winked at him as she drew the palm of her hand across her wet tongue, and then placed her wet palm upon just the head of his engorged penis. The intense sensation as she let her palm twist a little against his sensitive pink glans was so much that his hips withdrew involuntarily, only to be thrust again forward to escape the wicked swats on his tender pink bottom. Back and forth his hips rocked, lost in a never-ending futile attempt to avoid the pain of the spanking and the intense over-stimulation to the head of his penis. He was only slightly aware of the female voices around him, cheering, jeering, making nasty comments about him being a 'slut boy' and 'loving it'. His voice was locked in a cycle of gasps, moans, and a sort of begging whimper of helplessness, which seemed to excite the women to further heights of glee and determination to drive him out of his mind. Craig was not aware that, all over the room, groups of women were surrounding all of the boys, and each group was dealing with their captive in their own manner, according to the tastes of the boldest among them. Boys were being spanked and masturbated, some boys' penises were being sucked upon, some boys' testicles were being stretched and squeezed until they yelped, some boys' bottoms were being penetrated with probing fingers or a vibrator from a nearby purse. Throughout the room there were laughs and giggles, cheers and coaching encouragements, and the sounds of boy's voices in agony or ecstasy or both. Craig could hear nearby women, some who touched him and some farther away, calling out to him. "Do you like that, dear?" "You can take it, honey!" "Are you going to ejaculate for us, you naughty boy?" "Stroke his penis harder!" "Swat that cute bottom!" "Make him come!" "Let's see some big spurts!" The swats on his bottom, each well-delivered to slap just right and sting like a swarm of bees, were building into a hot glow of searing pain, and yet the pain was changing into something else. He could feel pleasure in the swats - not pleasure itself, but a kind of wellbeing and surrender. As if accepting and embracing the submissive feelings of being spanked as a naughty boy was fulfilling and good. His penis was throbbing, swelling, his head was tormented with the most exquisite sensations - far too stimulating to endure, but yet he must yield to it and give himself to it, and thereby it became wonderful. The two hands, as a team, pulling and gliding on his stiff shaft were coaxing him to ejaculation relentlessly. It was irresistible. It was inevitable. There were soft lips against his ear, warm breath breathing out small whispered words of silk that wrapped around and captured his mind. With a sultry, feminine, gentle voice, those lips said soft words that caressed him, overpowered him, and took him. The Voice said, "You must give us your semen..." "Your penis must obey us..." "You must obey me..." "You have no choice, dear." Craig whimpered and almost lost his balance, feeling hands all around helping to hold him up. The Voice. Its tongue flicked out against his ear. "Penis, testicles, semen...all mine..." Craig gasped as he felt his ejaculation begin in the deepest regions of his pelvis, boiling upward slowly, relentlessly... The Voice. "Naughty bottom swats..." Another lick. "Helpless boy..." A kiss. "Rubbing your penis...stiff...naked..." Another lick. "You know you have to do it..." A soft breath. "You want to do it...for me..." A kiss. "Come for me now..." The last firm but loving whisper ended his endurance. Craig's body shuddered. A moaning wail of surrender bolted from his throat. His muscles contracted and his hips thrust forward lewdly. The first gush of semen spilled forth against the wet hand that had so wickedly stimulated and tormented his glans. Semen dripped out to the floor. The hand withdrew only to be replaced by another, cupped to capture the second spurt. Anonymous hands took turns collecting spurt after spurt, as the women rubbing his penis never let up in the slightest, nor did the hands that swatted his bright pink searing bottom. He didn't notice the delighted female voices that chimed in as he ejaculated. "Oh my!" "Oh yes!" "That's it!" "Good boy!" "Wow!" "Look at that!" "So much semen!" "What a lovely cum!" "Don't stop!" "Yesssss!" "My goodness..." "How delightful!" Spurt after maddening spurt of rich warm boy juice continued to pour forth from his penis as the women milked him relentlessly. Soon his urethra was delivering mere pulses of semen, only a few drops at a time, which were wiped from the tip of his penis by eager fingers, one after another. Spasms of ejaculation wracked his body and his penis continued to spurt and pulse and drool the pearly drops of his soul. When finally, there was nothing more to milk and coax from his softening shaft, his penis was released to dangle and throb softly alone. Women started filtering away from the group, as Craig fought the urge to collapse on the floor. Someone pulled his pants up in back, and patted his sore bottom affectionately. "Good boy," was whispered in his ear. As he stood catching his breath, a hand would appear momentarily to give his soft and tender penis two or three milking strokes, collect a little dab of semen on a fingertip, and move on in the crowd. As he came to himself, he realized that there was still one woman at his side, and slightly behind him holing her hand at the small of his back to lend support. He turned his head and saw that it was Rebecca Blake. She smiled, "Are you ok now dear?" He nodded and gave her a weak smile of gratitude. "Ok," she said softly, then she leaned in and whispered in his ear. "I quite enjoyed out time together, Craig..." She casually walked off, leaving the spent boy alone to recover himself. Craig's eyes opened wide. He realized something. The Voice. The Voice was Rebecca. Oh, my. Half an hour later, when Mrs. Wrightwell put him to bed, she said, "I suppose I should feel sad that you've already had your nighttime milking, honey. But I know it was good for your training when things got sort of out of hand in the reception hall. All the boys gave a good ejaculation, and I heard yours was exceptional." She leaned forward and kissed him on the forehead, caressing his naked genitals with her hand. "Sleep well, dear, and we'll have you up early for swimming practice in the morning." "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered. As he began to fall asleep, he thought of the Voice. The Voice made him feel safe and special. The Voice was so warm and caring and nurturing and wonderful. He wanted to obey The Voice. His penis gave a small twitch as he thought of Rebecca. He wondered what it would be like for her to be a Roman noblewoman and he her naked slave. It would be wonderful to serve her... Sleep took him and he dreamed of Rebecca. The Voice. He hoped she could milk him sometime soon... Craig & Irene Ch. 06 This story contains Femdom themes -- including dominant older women and submissive younger men, and perhaps some occasional F/m spanking. If this sort of theme does not appeal to you, please check out some other author's stories on Literotica that will better suit your tastes. All the best to you!!! This story is dedicated to all the Ladies in their 50's and 60's out there who are still hot women - your sure hands and knowing, comforting smiles are so good for us younger boys, who need your nurturing attention to keep our youthful genitals healthy... * Mrs. Carrington's eyes opened softly into the morning light. A warm breeze wafted through the slightly opened window, causing her sheer curtains to dance slowly as she watched. She loved the early morning, just at sunrise, on a summer day's beginning. Especially with the warm muscular body of the young man lying nude next to her. Her nephew Thomas had just turned 18 and she hoped that he would be accepted to the Larraine Institute in the fall, as did her sister Jane. Her mind wandered as she dozed comfortably next to the boy, letting her hand wander carefully down his smooth belly until her fingertips found the root of his delightfully large penis. She imagined in her mind's eye how young Thomas looked the previous evening at his unveiling. He had been so nervous and cute. Jane Alexander, Mrs. Carrington's younger sister, was a credit to the Institute. She ruled her home and husband very well and had raised her two daughters and her son according to the precepts of Nouveau Femme. Mrs. Carrington was proud of her. As Thomas was now 18, it was time for his full unveiling as a properly-raised young man. Jane had invited select friends and family, all ladies, to her home for cocktails and treats and she was beaming with pride over her handsome son. Thomas was wearing a beautiful white thong pouch panty as he greeted each lady or group of ladies at the door, taking their coats and escorting them into the home as a gentleman should. Once they had all arrived, he circulated in the room with a tray of crackers and brie, and refilling wine glasses until his mother told him it was time. Like a good boy, he stood in the center of the room, took a deep breath as he was blushing profusely, and lowered his little sheer pouch letting it fall to the floor and stepping out of it. Jane smiled proudly as all the ladies broke into polite applause as they admired her son's smooth muscular body and his generous endowment, unhindered by even the slightest stubble of hair. Jane had always been a stickler about male pubic hair - she just couldn't abide it - and she always made sure that all of her males were kept properly and completely bare. She believed, as all good 'Larraine Institute Ladies' did, that male genitals were precious and appealing and should be clearly visible to a woman's eye. Mrs. Carrington's hand slid lower to cup young Thomas's full testicles, feeling the smooth softness of his bare scrotum as she intimately explored the shape of his egg-like testes. She felt the nubs where his vas deferens attached and she noted how each male's testes were unique in shape, as were their penises. Mrs. Carrington just adored genital variety - it just made every day at the Institute a fresh delight to see all the different boys with their beautiful genitals on display. The variation of size, shape, pinkness, etc. was just enchanting... She sat up in bed, smiling at the memory of her sister as she had proudly taken her naked son with a gentle grip on his penis, and led him to the center of the living room as all her guests gathered round for a closer view. Jane had stood to his side and began to stroke her son's semi-erect penis, bringing him to erection quickly. She had said, "I'm glad you can all be here for Thomas's unveiling party. I know a few of you are family and have supervised my sweet boy in the past, but tonight he is 18 and we will all share the experience of his first fully-public ejaculation." There was light applause, and a few comments of encouragement for the boy, who smiled in response. Jane continued, "And now, Thomas, I hope you will show all my lady friends what a good boy you are, just close your eyes and make nice big spurts of semen for mommy..." "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered. Jane expertly stroked her son's erect penis, which was pleasingly plump and with a beautiful pink and swollen head, whispering secret things into his ear as she stimulated him. His legs began to twitch and his breathing became shallow in response to her experienced hand. Jane stroked her son's penis more quickly as she whispered, loud enough for the gathered women to hear, "That's it honey, all the ladies are watching me rub your penis..." A little gasp escaped his quivering lips, and it was a struggle for him to hold still as his mother stimulated him so skillfully. "Yes, dear, almost there," said the proud mother, "you're being such a good boy...now I want you to spurt your semen for all of us, sweetheart...come for mommy...come for mommy..." At that moment, Thomas's oldest sister Karen stepped up to his other side and held a glass bowl in front of his penis so as to catch his semen when he ejaculated, leaving about eight inches of space so that all the ladies would have a clear view of each spurt as it launched out of his darkly-swollen pink head. Karen purred lovingly to her brother, "We're all ready, Tommy, you can come for us..." With her free hand, Karen began to caress her brother's bottom with a gentle encouraging touch. "Yes, honey," said Jane as she slid her dainty hand up to focus short strokes against the ridge of his corona to maximize the stimulation of her son's penis, "come for mommy...come for mommy...come for mommy..." Thomas's body stiffened and he gasped, and then a perfect pearlescent rope of semen thrust forth from the boy's stiff and straining young penis to splash into the bowl as the silent crowd of mature women burst into cheers and applause. "Good boy!" "That's it, Tommy!" "Beautiful!" and "Well done!" rang out across the room as spurt after spurt rushed forth into the glass bowl. Jane's hand kept up a steady long stroke, working her son's penis without pause to wring every last drop of semen from his body. She cooed with a grin, "That's my good boy, you're doing great honey, don't stop now, keep coming for mommy and make all her friends jealous..." Karen's free hand continued to caress and squeeze her brother's bottom as she too cheered him on. "Oooh, that's so nice Tommy, you're making such a big cum in the bowl, I'm proud of you honey." After a few more moments, Thomas's body relaxed and Jane then slowed her strokes, but she continued to milk his penis from root-to-tip, forcing little pulses and dribbles of semen to add themselves to the already-respectable contents of the bowl. "Let's make sure we get every drop, honey," said his mother Jane, "just like always..." "Yes, Ma'am," the boy whispered. Jane kept at it, sometimes having to work three or four strokes until she could express another drop from her son's spent and softening penis. She wanted to make this milking very complete and thorough so that her son wouldn't be too 'drippy' once they finished. When she was satisfied, Jane released her son's nearly flaccid penis and stepped back. There was another round of polite applause and the many women moved forward to congratulate Thomas on his fine 'coming of age ejaculation'. Thomas's Aunt's, Cousins, and his mother's friends all took turns giving Thomas an affectionate kiss on the cheek, and an equally affectionate caress of his bottom or gentle cupping of his testes along with a compliment or other word of congratulation. Jane had then taken over bar-duty, refreshing the ladies' wine glasses as she became the center of her guests' attention once more as she basked in their congratulations of having raised such a worthy young man. Twenty-two-year-old Karen and her twenty-one year old sister Penny then took their little brother by the hand and led him to his room. There, they did the sisterly thing of cleaning up his penis of any leftover semen that might still be present, so that the boy wouldn't drip on their mother's expensive carpet. While both girls grinned, Penny simply dropped to her knees in front of her little brother and gently took his flaccid penis into her mouth. As softly as she could, she ran her tongue around his sensitive pink glans to cleanse any residue, and applied gentle suction for a couple moments to be sure he was empty. The girls were proud how their brother endured this necessary procedure on his sensitive penis, and they finished quickly with a warm wash cloth and a dry towel with gentle hands. Penny said with a grin, "Delicious as always, Tommy..." The two girls led their naked brother back into the festivities and he spent the rest of the evening nude in a room full of smartly dressed women who would be free at any time to look at and touch his body, especially his bottom and genitals, in any way they wished. That was a thing he would now have to get used to. So........ The evening progressed nicely, and once all the other women had gone home and the place was cleaned up, Mrs. Carrington was left with Jane sitting at the kitchen table as Thomas put the last of the dishes into the washer. "So Carrie," said Jane, "What do you think we should do with Thomas for the night? Seems a shame to waste him by just sending him off to bed..." "Hmm," smiled Mrs. Carrington, "now that you mention it, I suppose I might have a use for him. I'd have to return him early in the morning as I'm due to hand off my charge Craig to his Aunt for the weekend this morning." "Oh, well that's fine," said Jane, then she giggled, "But won't your two fine gentlemen be jealous? And I don't know how you could handle a third male anyway..." "Well," said Mrs. Carrington knowingly, "I think I do just fine. I hear no complaints, not that I'd allow them anyway. And your Tommy has learned his new skills pretty well, and of course he needs constant practice, so I guess I could take him off your hands. I am feeling kind of frisky this evening." And so it was that Mrs. Carrington had taken young Thomas home with her and into her bed. Upon arrival to her home, she sent the young boy into her bedroom with instructions to undress and get under the covers. She then went down to the game room and found her husband Edward, and her long-time live-in lover Jonathan, watching the end of an extra-inning baseball game. She paused on the stairway and smiled with satisfaction at her two men, sitting on the sofa in their matching powder blue pouch panties under short work-out tee shirts. She scowled happily in mock anger as her boys argued and punched each other's shoulders, throwing popcorn in disgust when the Yankees defeated the Red Sox for like the zillionth time. She was happy that they got along so well, but they were so much like brothers that they were forever insulting, hitting, and playing practical jokes on each other. Boys will be boys, no matter how well they are trained, she thought, with an equal warmth of love in her heart for both of them. When she was a young girl of 25, Mrs. Carrington, "Carrie" to all her family and friends, had the strange twist of fate that she had fallen in love with two boys. Edward, then aged 20, and his next-door-neighbor Jonathan, then 18. She had dated them both concurrently, and when Edward graduated from the Larraine Institute, they had married. But with an understanding. The understanding was that Carrie would continue to date Jonathan, and that upon his graduation from the Institute, he would also move in with she and Edward. And they would live together as a family. Such an arrangement was rare, even for graduates of the Institute, but it was the right thing to do. Legally, she could only marry one of them, so Edward Carrington received that honor by virtue of his earlier graduation. Legally, there was no reason why consenting adults could not form a lifestyle of their own choosing, and so effectively, Carrie had two "husbands". And even at their ages, now in their mid-fifties, they still behaved like high school boys. They had lived together in perfect harmony for over 30 years. And of course, Carrie had had other lovers from time to time, for that was also part of the arrangement. Somehow, she managed to enjoy many men over the course of her life and it was a tribute to her intellect and femininity that she had always managed her men very well. She couldn't help but smile. She took a few more steps into the room as her boys realized her presence for the first time and jumped to their feet, spilling even more popcorn. "Hi, honey," they said in unison, then Edward said, "how was the party?" "The party was fine, boys. I've brought Thomas home to spend the night with me, so you can both bunk in the extra bedroom tonight. And I expect this room to be a clean as every other when I wake up." "Yes, Ma'am," the boys said in unison again. Carrie stepped forward and took Jonathan in her arms, planting a full and juicy kiss on his lips. She purred, "Are you going to miss me tonight, Jon?" He hugged her tightly, burying his face in her neck as he whispered, "You have no idea how much..." She smiled and released him, then she took Edward into her embrace and kissed him equally. "And you?" she asked playfully. "Can't you tell?" smirked Edward. Carrie leaned back enough to take one of her hands off of his shoulder and slide it down between their groins, cupping her husband's genitals in her soft hand and feeling his stirrings of erection. "Oh, my, is that for me?" she asked. He nodded. She stepped back, still holding Edward's genitals, and she reached out to cup Jonathan's nicely full pouch with her other hand. "My, my," she said, "how does one girl get lucky enough to have all of this?" She gave them each a kiss on their smiling cheeks, and said, "You boys hold that thought. I know I've been so busy lately that I haven't been keeping up the proper maintenance of these gorgeous penises, but I'll be home early tomorrow afternoon, and I'll take both of you to bed for a marathon, I promise." Her boys said, "Yes, Ma'am," and "Can't wait", as she sauntered back up stairs, letting her fine ass sway just a little extra for them in her clingy dress. She smiled to herself, my cup runneth over... she thought. As she reached her bedroom doorway, she looked in and found a masculine-shaped lump with eyes peering from under her covers in the darkness of the room. She smiled and said, "Just a moment and I'll be ready for bed, Thomas." "Yes, Ma'am," he whispered with obvious nervousness. Carrie giggled to herself as she closed the door to the master bathroom. She slipped out of her pumps and hung her cocktail dress in the walk in closet, dropped her matching bra and panties in the laundry hamper, and stood naked before the sink as she removed her makeup. After relieving herself, she opened a drawer and chose a sheer lace burgundy negligee robe with matching panties. She emerged into the dark bedroom, and sliding under the covers, she sat against the padded headboard looking down at the young man and caressing his hair. "Do you want to please me, Tommy?" she said firmly, the darkness of the room hiding the grin on her lips as she noticed the tent in the bed covers at the boy's groin. Young boys are just insatiable, she thought. That's what makes them so much fun... "Oh yes, Aunt Carrie, very much," said the young man. She looked at his face and caught his young eyes fixed upon her full and mature breasts, the outline of which were visible in the scant moonlight and the sheerness of her negligee. "And how have I taught you a Lady likes to be pleased, Tommy?" she cooed. His eyes shot up to hers and grew wide, "Well, um, with uh, my mouth, Aunt Carrie." She smiled and pushed back a lock of hair from his eye. "Yes, Tommy, a Lady likes to be pleased by a young man's mouth." She reached down and lifted the covers up and parted her legs, giving the boy raised eyebrows as an encouragement. Tommy said, "Yes, Ma'am," and carefully climbed over her near leg and laid on his tummy between them. Mrs. Carrington let the covers fall down over Tommy's head, wrapping the boy in darkness between her legs. She had taught him to please a woman this same way, never really letting him see her naked, but giving him enough guidance and access to pleasure her properly. The boy's eager mouth was quickly at work between her thighs, and she raised her knees and parted them, slouching down a little in the bed so that he could do his best work. She let one hand fall on top of his head, over the covers, to give him encouragement and a little guidance when the time came. Her other hand reached under the covers and found his, enclosing it as an additional point of contact, and somehow she liked that better as she felt a more intimate connection by holding hands with the boy. Ahh. The eager mouth of the young man gobbled and licked and nibbled at her core with great enthusiasm. Carrie was happy that this particular panty was very thin and sheer, and therefore did little to mask the pleasure of the boy's lips and tongue upon her pussy. Mrs. Carrington adored cunnilingus and had trained herself to endure it for hours on end. With her two husbands, she had the means to receive such pleasure continually as her boys could trade off when exhausted. She had once spent almost an entire weekend with her two men licking her body without ceasing, and there was nothing like receiving oral love at the same time as her other man kissed her breasts and suckled greedily at her nipples. But she wanted to orgasm. Now. And she decided that since it was Tommy's unveiling night and he had been such a good obedient boy, she would allow him a treat. She removed her hand from his head and slid it under the covers to her panties. Tommy raised his head in confusion and she took the opportunity to slide the sopping narrow crotch of the panty to one side, allowing the boy his first-ever direct contact with her naked pussy lips. She kept her mound of pubic hair groomed neatly, but she kept her labia shaved clean, as it increased her pleasure when receiving oral services. She squeezed Tommy's hand to signal him back to his duties and she felt a gasp and a moan leave her throat involuntarily as the boy's tongue began again to serve her. It felt wickedly delicious to feel the boy's young tongue sliding up and down each side of her, dancing momentarily upon her clitoris, and then up and down again. Up and down one side, up and down the other, up the center and circle her pleasure button. Again. Again. "Rrrrrrhhhh," she growled, "such a good boy..." Mrs. Carrington's hips soon began to rotate slightly, interrupting the boy's pattern and causing unexpected sensations to occur. Very yummy...Ooooh yes....Ahhhh. Her motions became more urgent. Tommy's worship of her mature labia became equally more urgent, licking and gobbling and sucking gently here and there. Ahhh..... yessssss... very nice... Carrie sought pleasure more ardently with the experienced motions of her hips, the grinding of her womanhood against the boy's soft face increased in tempo. Mmmmm.... Oooooohhh... She put her hand on his head and pressed him into her body as her hips rode him, seeking pleasure heaped upon pleasure, feeling the surges and sparkles of joy begin to radiate from her pelvis into the outer reaches of her body. Her nipples were taut and sensitive as the fabric of her negligee slide back and forth over their tips. Ghhhhhhrrrrr..... Mmmmm..... Nnnnnnn...... Ohhhhhhhh.... Yesssssss.... Craig & Irene Ch. 06 Mrs. Carrington ground her pelvis into the boy's face, her hips gyrating lewdly. Tommy's tongue, which was in fact gloriously long, slithered into her body, forcing a gasp of new pleasure from her lips. She rocked her hips urgently up and down, rubbing her clitoris directly on his nose as he toungued her silken tunnel. Suddenly, as if the boy really knew what he was doing, he slid upward slightly and wrapped his lips around the uppermost portion of her labia, and began to suck her lips and clitoris into his mouth. Even better his deft little tongue began to flick quickly and mercilessly across the swollen tip of her clitoris, sending shockwaves of electric pleasure that resonated through her womb, through her breasts and nipples, up her neck, and dragged a wail of pleasure out across her tongue. Mrs. Carrington was exceptionally loud as she came. She didn't care. She just writhed on the bed - her body torn between the need to escape the intimate delicacy of too much pleasure, and the greed for yet more. She came and came and came. She bellowed. She wiggled. She screamed. She shook from head to toe. She finally collapsed. Tommy was properly trained to hold perfectly still, keeping his warm lips upon her without suction, awaiting her recovery and next instruction. Her eyes closed, just for a moment. When Mrs. Carrington finally came to her senses again. There was this young boy, her 18-year-old nephew lying in her arms and grinning like the cat who swallowed the canary. He had right to be proud of himself. She was very pleased with him. Her breathing slowly became normal again. She smiled. "My, my, it seems you have been practicing without me, Tommy." He nodded. She presumed his sisters had probably been lending a hand in his education of late. Regardless, that had been one of the best orgasms she'd had in a while. She grinned when she felt her nephew's erection against her thigh. Oh, yes, the boy has a penis, and of course, it's stiff again. What to do? Mrs. Carrington felt deep affection for her young nephew, particularly heightened due to his latest exploits. She rolled up onto one elbow facing him and lifted the covers, peering into the darkness in search of a nice stiff penis. There it is. She motioned for him to lie down on his back and she pushed the covers aside to reveal his long, thick, erect, throbbing penis. Delicious. She put her hand on it and began to stroke him up and down. "Are you going to come quickly for me like a good boy, Tommy?" she asked. He nodded, "Yes, Ma'am." "Be a good boy and spurt quickly, honey, I'm tired." "Yes, Ma'am." She pulled his head closer and slipped a shoulder strap down, "Close your eyes and come for me, Tommy." She guided his face to her breast and gave him her nipple to suckle as she rubbed his penis, knowing that young men can't handle that much woman-ness. She was rewarded in less than a minute with a nice spurt of semen, followed by two more. She rubbed a few more pulses from the head of his youthful penis, and then sent him off to the bathroom to clean up. While he was gone, she licked his juices from her hand, relishing the youthful flavor. She adjusted her panties and the bed covers, and upon his return she spooned him from behind and bid him good night. And so.....Mrs. Carrington awoke the next morning to the earliest of summer's light through her sheer curtains. She had to take Thomas back to her sister, and get to the Institute by 9am to escort young Craig back into the capable hands of his Aunt Irene, who would keep him for the weekend. And then, she would come back home to her two men, in her mind her two husbands, and she would have them both make love to her all afternoon until they were both completely spent and exhausted. It should be a fun day... she thought.