PART 1: Peter Lloyd is like most other young lads. Not doing too well at school but not doing too badly either. Just his 'A'-level exams to sit and then pass or fail he's off. Can't wait to get a job and a home of his own. His favourite sport is football which he plays every day. It's becoming more physical as he and the other boys grow more muscular. On field scraps are not uncommon. Although no one likes a yellow card but it's not a problem to cry about. Unfortunately there's always someone looking after your welfare. Now that IS a problem...

Fresh from the football field Peter trudges through the garage and laundry-room hoping to reach his room before being cross-questioned by his Auntie Ruth.

His luck is out. "Hold it right there young man." she hollers.

"What Auntie Ruth?" he asks. "Take those dirty shoes off! I've just cleaned there."

Her piercing voice shoots right through him. He's been lodging with her for months but he still hasn't got used to it.

He looks down at his training shoes which he's sure won't leave any marks on her kitchen floor but thinks better than to argue.

He was hoping to stay on her good side this evening, hoping she'll go easy on him over the latest letter to her from the Deputy Headmistress.

Kicking off his shoes he takes out the letter he's been told to deliver.

Silently he hands it to her, intent on making a sharp exit.

He really doesn't want to be around while she's reading it.

Hearing the rustling of paper behind him he makes a bolt for the stairs and the sanctuary of his room.

Auntie Ruth quickly scans down the page, looking for a particular word she's expecting to see.

Just as she suspected. Another fight.

The letter is signed by the new Deputy Headmistress. A Ms. Daniels.

Now Auntie Ruth's unruly nephew has had to trouble the newly promoted Deputy Head! "Oh no. Not again." she exclaims.

"PETER! Peter, come down here right now!" Auntie Ruth shouts so the whole house can hear.

Peter comes back down stairs returning to the kitchen. "What now?" he asks sullenly.

Auntie Ruth holds up the letter and waves it in front of his face. "What's this about? This is the third time this year this has happened. I've had enough of it."

Peter stares at the letter. Why do they have to keep writing letters? He had a fight during football. Big deal!

Peter shrugs and tries to go back upstairs.

"Oh no you don't! First tell me what happened."

"Are you having trouble fitting in?" she asks.

There she goes again. Completely wrong end of the stick. "No." he shrugs.

Auntie Ruth doesn't believe him. He's only been at the school for 6 months and during that time there have been 3 fights. It's got to be something fundamentally wrong. </center>

"What was the fight about exactly?" she asks.

Peter can't bear this cross-questioning. He knows he won't be able to explain it properly and either way she's going to tell him off so she may as well do it and get it over with. "Nothin'" he mumbles.

"Have it your way. But you are going to be punished young man. First I want you to shower and then homework and straight to bed."

"But Becky and her friends are probably hogging the bathroom."

"Don't be rude to me Peter Lloyd. You take a shower this instant."

Meanwhile his cousin is getting ready to go out. "I am so fed up with Brian." Becky grumbles

"Why? I thought you said he was nice?" asks Cheryl

"He is but you should see what he's like down there."

Becky's friends Annie and Cheryl laugh at the idea of a big muscular man blessed with a dick the size of Becky's little finger.

"Well Charlie's willy is big enough, but it curves to the right when he's got a stiffy." Annie informs them of her current boyfriend.

"Oh, one of those." Cheryl comments, wanting the others to know she now has expert knowledge about men's anatomies.

"Your work experience is at the clinic right?" asks Becky. "So you see lots of guys naked?"

"Yep." she replies proudly. She's the first from school to get a work placement.

"What do you think is the average length?", asks Annie, intrigued.

"Oh, all the old men who come in are SO small!"

"After they leave," Cheryl continues, "the doctor and I talk about them and laugh ourselves silly."

"Really, some of their dicks are smaller than my clit!"

The girls laugh at Cheryl's turn of phrase.

Suddenly Becky stops laughing. She's heard the door to Peter's room opening.

Becky stands and walks to her bedroom door quietly. The girls wonder what she is up to. Obviously Peter's back from football and if he sticks to his normal routine...

...he'll head to the bathroom for a shower. </a>

Becky has wanted to do something for months but never had the opportunity. All this talk about dick-size means she can get her friends involved.

"Hey, I know someone with a really itsy-bitsy willy." she tells them.

"Who?" asks Annie, intrigued.

Unaware of the plotting down the hall Peter calmly takes out some shampoo looking forward to a well earned relaxing wash.

"My cousin Peter."

"He's staying with us while his parents are working abroad."

"I have heard at school them calling him Pin-Prick Peter." Cheryl adds, never wanting to appear out of the loop.

"I thought it was Pencil-Prick Peter?" questions Annie.

"No, I've heard it's more the size of a pin," insists Cheryl,

but then I've never seen it."

PART 2: It's been difficult for Peter having to make his way in a new town and at a new school. Pressures from new peers, the frustration of futile information being foisted upon him in classes and a burgeoning sex drive he can't control. The last thing he needs is his aunt and female cousin interfering with his business. His philosophy is that if he continues to stay out of their way, they will stay out of his way. But, sadly, this doesn't turn out to be true.

Peter feels more relaxed after his good hot shower, but he still can't stop thinking about his aunt's nagging.

The girls creep down the hall, quiet as mice.

All guys get into a fight now and then. What's the big deal? Can't she just worry about her own life and let him get on with his?!

The sound of the shower has stopped. They listen carefully and can hear a little movement inside.

The girls silently open the door and discover Peter full frontal - stark naked!

He angrily rubs the towel over his head trying to calm his mounting frustration. But he can't get over the injustice of it.

Their jaws drop and they are about to scream out in laughter staring at the boy's privates, but they immediately stop themselves.

They are careful to keep absolutely silent while grinning and pointing at his crotch.

His cock is damp after the shower and shrivels exposed to the cold air.

The girls are heaving with laughter staring at the boy's nudity. Their laughter is only intensified by the fact they are trying to keep quiet and prolong this moment.

Peter sighs drying off his hair, feeling his now relaxed muscles aching after the game this afternoon.

Cheryl can't stop herself. Seeing him standing there completely exposed and vulnerable, she stifles a snort of laughter.

His dick hangs completely out in the open. The boy has no idea how the girls are all staring at and scrutinizing the most private part of his body.

Annie shakes her head, grinning hysterically while looking down at him.

She holds up her index and thumb to make out that his dick isn't larger than an inch. The girls bodies actually shake they are laughing so hard.

He knows he should be more grateful to his aunt for letting him stay with her, but he'd rather have nothing to do with any of them. What he wants more than anything is to forget about this afternoon and relax in his room alone playing on his X Box.

The girls are giggling so hard staring at his dick and tight balls.

He opens his eyes hearing the sound of someone snickering.

Seeing they've been caught, the girls no longer keep silent and shriek with laughter.

He can't believe his eyes! There's his cousin pointing out his privates to her two friends.

"GET OUT!" he shouts, rushing to cover himself.

He lunges for the door and slams it shut in their faces. The girls fall into the hallway laughing hysterically.

Peter leans against the door, his heart beating madly.

He tries to catch his breath. His skin feels hot all over he's so embarrassed. </center>

The image of the girls laughing while staring directly at his penis is burned into his mind.

He covers himself thinking about it. Why were they laughing like that? He's not really that small, is he?

Even if he is it's not his fault. But now that they've seen him naked there is nothing he can do about it. They'll probably tell all their friends about him and he's going to have to continue living with the daily torment of seeing his cousin.

He feels too vulnerable standing here naked. The only thing he wants is to go back to his room, get dressed and hide there for the rest of his life.

He listens carefully, opening the door a crack to see if the girls are still there.

The hallway is completely silent. The girls must have rushed down the stairs laughing and gone out for the evening.

He cringes in pain at the thought of them talking about his dick and laughing more.

Utterly ashamed, he ties the towel tightly around his waist.

He makes another check, but no one is about. He couldn't bear another encounter with the girls.

As quietly as possible, he creeps out into the hallway towards his room.

His pulse beats loudly in his ears. He's ready to spring for cover at the slightest sign of the girls.

The house is quiet, but it's like he can still hear their cruel laughter. He can't get it out of his mind.

The only sound is from his aunt tidying things up.

There's no sign of them at all. At least his trials for the day are over.

But still, he cautiously backs into his room. He doesn't trust his cousin Becky or her friends.

He's trembling all over and his skin feels very sensitive from being unwittingly exposed like that. He tells himself to relax knowing he can shut and lock his door now.

PART 3: Innocent youngster Peter Lloyd has just experienced one of the most traumatic moments on his life. Being caught totally naked in the bathroom by his cousin and her friends. When he found them spying on him the girls, rather than be ashamed, taunted him about the size of his penis! Still, at least he's managed to creep back to the safety of his bedroom...

Peter makes one last check outside his bedroom door to make sure the mischievous girls are nowhere to be seen.

His heartbeat slowly returning to normal perhaps now he can relax. He will inevitably have to confront his cousin but at least that will be tomorrow and maybe it'll all be forgotten about.

He wonders for a moment where the girls must've disappeared to so suddenly. One minute they were loudly laughing at him and then it was like they'd vanished.

Just as he turns around and with no time to react, they lunge for him.

Annie and Becky grab an arm each and, although stronger than each of them, Peter is surprised by the girls' sheer determination.

Peter stares at cousin Becky. He can't believe what she's turned into. It's like she's a sex maniac.

Peter tries to struggle free but then holds back, his Auntie's warning earlier about fighting still ringing in his ears. Lashing out at his female cousin and her friends would be the last straw!

"Quick! Get the towel off him." screams Annie. Everything is happening so fast, the girls so mean and nasty.

In a flash Becky, the sweet innocent girl Peter had seen growing up, grabs hold of the lad's towel, wanting nothing more than to strip him naked.

All the girls and Peter look down and, as if in slow motion, his last bit of protection is deftly taken from him.

At a stroke he is rendered completely nude by the naughty duo.

Becky aggresively wrenches the fabric from him and casts it aside.

With both arms firmly held in place by the girls there is no way for the naked boy to defend himself.

With his cute little dick openly on show the girls can't help but begin blatantly laughing at him. "What the hell are you up to?" he cries.

"You shouldn't be doing this!" Is all he can say. He's never known girls behave in such a way ever before.

"Didn't have a proper look before at your little willy. Ooh it IS small." Becky mocks.

Peter physically weakens in their arms almost on the point of tears.

"It looks less than 2 inches!" adds Cheryl heartlessly,

"Let me get a ruler and show you." While Annie loves that idea, Peter looks on absolutely horrified.

"Then we'll ALL know exactly how tiny it is. Ah, there we are." she adds having spied a ruler on Peter's desk.

Everything is happening so fast it is running away from him. Peter is completely at the mercy of the devilish girls.

Peter stares at the instrument with a new sense of fear.

The realisation that the length of his cold wet penis is about to be actually measured and judged by these wicked girls sends him into panic.

Everyone looks down fascinated to see what the outcome will be. </center>

"Now then, hold still." advises Cheryl sweetly, "You want me to be accurate don't you?"

At once he feels Cheryl's fingers lightly lifting his exposed sensitive dick, the first time anyone else has ever touched it, and also sees the scale alongside it.

The room falls still and quiet for a moment as everyone waits for Cheryl to reveal her findings.

"4 inches exactly. Just as I thought. TINY!" Cheryl laughs spitefully.

"It's not small! It's normal!" argues Peter bravely, fairly sure that he's at least average.

But he is immediately crushed as Cheryl just laughs all the harder.

With her laughter becoming louder and louder Peter begins to breakdown.

The sight of a fully grown naked boy breaking down into tears causes all the girls now to snigger at him. Peter feels his face begin to crease up uncontrollably.

With loud laughter coming at him from all sides hot tears finally begin to flow down his face.

Cheryl watches as Peter finally manages to pull himself free and launch himself onto his bed.

The girls smile content that they have thoroughly beaten him. Peter's body shakes as he cries into his bedsheets. "Come on. Let's finish getting ready so we can go out and find some REAL men." Cheryl suggests cruelly.

"Pin-Prick Peter! Pin-Prick Peter!" Annie begins to chant.

Then cousin Becky joins in and the chanting becomes louder.

"Pin-Prick Peter! Pin-Prick Peter!" the girls dig at him,

and they emerge back onto the landing unaware that Aunt Ruth is eavesdropping from the stairs.

This sets her mind racing. Of course! No wonder he's been getting into fights during physical education.

As she watches the bullying girls return to Becky's room she realises that she wouldn't be doing her duty as Peter's guardian if she didn't try to help him somehow. Now she knows the real problem.

PART 4: Peter has barely had time to get over the horrifying experience of the night before when his auntie insists that he come with her to the school so "something can be done" about him. He has no idea what she has in mind for him - but realises he has no choice but to follow her. If he knew what was to come however he'd be out there like a shot!

Peter obediantly follows Auntie Ruth through the school. Looking around he recognises that this corridor leads to the staff offices.

Recalling several tellings-off he's had in these rooms Peter can't help but try one last time to stop this.

"But Aunt Ruth, I don't want to!" he pleads.

She turns on him. "Oh Peter, I'm sure she can help us." Ruth assures him.

She turns back round and carries on marching to the older part of the school buildings. Peter should know it's for his own good.

The old wood walls deaden any sound. All Peter can hear is their footsteps as they march up to an imposing office door. He reads the name "Ms. Daniels" on the outside.

Peter listens closely but there is complete silence. Maybe she's not in? He's surprised at first that Auntie Ruth is even bothering to knock if the teacher is out, but she does, loudly.

"Come!"

Auntie Ruth smiles at the teacher. She wants to let her know that although her nephew has been in trouble at school, his Aunt is cut from a very different cloth.

"Good afternoon Ms Daniels." greets Auntie. Peter stares at the teacher, realising that he'll now have two dragons to cope with.

He quietly closes the door, trying not to draw attention to himself. "Good afternoon Miss Moore. Please sit."

"And I know your nephew Peter. Hello young man." she adds sternly

He looks at the floor glumly, already feeling like he's being told off.

"The thing is Ms Daniels, I'm worried about how my nephew is adjusting at school." Auntie begins.

She looks up at him. Any hopes Peter had that she was just going to talk about general school stuff disappear.

Peter glances at Ms Daniels, praying that she just tell his Aunt that she's imagining things and to leave him be.

"Go on." shes asks, intrigued to know more about the wayward boy.

"The truth is," she begins. "Oh no!" thinks Peter.

Ms Daniels is all ears, knowing she is being confided in.

"I think my nephew might not be growing as quickly as other boys." she reveals.

Ms Daniels waves her hands dismissively. "All boys grow at different rates." she advises.

But Auntie Ruth won't be satisfied until it's all out in the open. "I mean he isn't growing quickly in the...

...private region." Auntie divulges.

A picture of how the young boy's private parts might look immediately appears in the teacher's head.

All previous meetings have been to tell him off for fighting but she's been unable so far to punish him properly. She can see that this revelation alone is painful for him. </center>

Ms Daniels catches his eyes and cannot help but smile a little knowing that perhaps now justice is being done.

"As I said, boys mature at different times." she stresses professionally.

"No, but I'm sure he is very very small." Auntie Ruth isn't having any of it.

"I'm certain it's fine." replies Ms Daniels insistently.

Auntie Ruth sees that Ms Daniels won't understand until she is shown proof. "Please, just let me show you."

"Auntie, NO!!!!" cries Peter.

The first time he speaks and it's to answer back to his Auntie. Ms Daniels is not pleased but hesitates to scold him.

A second later and Auntie is physically undressing the boy. Ms Daniels is impressed by the lady.

Embarrassed, Peter turns away. Ms Daniels is enthralled. Auntie Ruth is clearly a woman after her own heart.

Accepting no nonsense the older lady continues to undress the unruly boy.

Peter stands as still as a statue with absolutely no hope of halting this. Ms Daniels is intrigued to see how far this will go.

Aunt Ruth carefully folds his school tie, sure to set a good example.

Then she sets about his shirt. She may as well have the benefit of the Deputy Head's advice about Peter's entire physical development.

Conscious not to take up too much of Ms Daniel's valuable time once the shirt is off Auntie Ruth's fingers dart for his belt buckle.

Without any hesitation the older lady is actually undoing the lad's trousers right there in the office.

She quickly pulls them down revealing the clean white Y-fronts that she buys for her boy.

A moment later and they are down to his ankles and the boy is there virtually naked infront of the teacher.

Peter is told to step out of the trousers and Auntie folds them away with the rest of his clothes.

Ms Daniels steps from the far side of the desk and approaches the shaking lad.

He cannot look at her. Infact so embarrassed is he that his palms break out into a cold sweat. He clutches his hands closed.

Peter can feel her getting ever more close to him. With horror he feels a tell-tale sign of tumescence in his pants.

The teacher quickly spins him around and thank goodness she doesn't look down but straight at his chest. </a>

"You really needn't worry." Ms Daniels advises, "He's clearly gone through puberty. See the body hair and how low his voice is."

"That's what concerns me. His penis is still small I think." Auntie Ruth frets.

And horror of horrors she begins to tug on the waistband of his undies.

Peter watches knowing full well that there is nothing he can do to stop her. She'll find out soon enough what's been happening.

Peter looks at the pattern in the carpet, focusing on one little piece of coloured swirling wool as he feels his engorged teenage penis spring forth out into the open.

He watches his Aunt fussing with his pants around his ankles seemingly unaware that her face is mere inches away from his throbbing boner.

Ms Daniels does her best to make an initial assessment of it not quite sure what this woman is expecting her to say.

Finding that he hasn't in fact passed out from shock Peter too wonders what the Deputy Headmistress will make of his penis.

Under the insistent gaze of Auntie Ruth Ms Daniels feels duty bound to reach for it but then stops, unsure of the proper etiquette in these situations.

"Do you mind?" she asks Peter's Aunt. "Not at all." replies Ruth allowing the teacher to handle the schoolboy's organ in furtherance of the examination.

Having never so much as shaken a teacher's hand Peter is doubley shocked to experience Ms Daniels' fingers carefully enveloping his hardening member.

She lifts it until it points to the ceiling and then lets go.

All 3 pairs of eyes study it closely to see what will happen next.

With every beat of Peter's racing heart his prick twitches skyward. Up, up, there is no stopping it.

Although the room is completely, deadeningly, silent in his head he can hear loud gasps from both women.

For the boy's penis has become very obviously 90 degrees to the rest of his body.

Peter is so ashamed he feels like curling up into a ball but there is no getting away from the extra presence that he has made appear in the room.

Ms Daniel's decides to diffuse the situation, returning to her chair.

Peter though is left to suffer. "Mrs Moore, I'm aware your nephew has behavioural problems like so many of the young men these days."

Auntie Ruth tries her best to concentrate on the teacher's intelligent words although she isn't as sure now that Peter's penis is in fact any smaller than any other boy's.

"I have a theory that this misbehaviour might be prompted by how they view the size of their private parts."

Aunt Ruth listens but is pretty sure now that having a small penis is no longer an adequate excuse. He's evidently a very naughty boy indeed.

"Oh wouldn't it be wonderful if all boys were to see how penis size varies widely but it's not important in the least!" Ms Daniels continues excited.

"Perhaps some sort of public demonstration could be organized where we compare all the boys' penises showing how unimportant size is." She continues energetically.

Peter doesn't like the sound of where this might be leading.

"Wouldn't it be WONDERFUL!" she concludes evangelically. "Yes, that's a fanstastic idea." Auntie Ruth agrees staring at her naked nephew.

Ms Daniels waits for this idea to have it's full effect on the schoolboy.

"It will take some time to organize. For now I think you should seek a medical opinion." Ms Daniels suggests, reaching for some note paper.

Hearing the teacher scratching a name and phone number behind him Peter knows that this isn't over.

"A specialist" she says and hands the details to his Aunt.

"Thank you. Good. Alright," thanks Auntie Ruth sure that if the teacher thinks there is still a problem then there must be one,

"I'll take Peter to Doctor Heinz to see if he can help him to adjust. Thank you very much for your time."

PART 5: Auntie Ruth isn't sure what to think of her nephew's predicament now. Thank heavens for the medical profession which can provide clean, objective advice about situations such as this. She's certain they deal with cases like his all the time and she is fully prepared to follow whatever advice they give.

The doctor's office is very busy with many boys coming in and out all day. The brisk receptionist has little time for their fretting and misbehaviour.

She finds it easiest to have the boys stripped before they see the doctor. That way they can be in and out quickly and not disrupt the doctor's busy schedule.

Mrs Selby flips through the magazines patiently waiting for her son to be called in for his appointment, utterly oblivious to his embarrassment about waiting in this public space in his underwear.

The door opens and young Rodney winces. Every stranger that walks past him is a fresh reminder of how exposed he is and makes him feel horribly self-conscious.

Mrs Selby smiles and nods to the woman who walks in. This is always a nice place to meet the mothers of other boys from the school.

Auntie Ruth has a good look up and down at the fit young man and then greets his mother.

Rodney shrinks into himself feeling the woman's eyes on him. He has seen Peter around school before and hopes that he doesn't notice him. Of course, it would be impossible not to.

However, Peter feels equally awkward and hopes not to be noticed as well.

He can't help himself from glancing up at the other boy standing there in his underwear. Isn't that Rodney Selby who is on the football team?

Recently all the girls have been after him and he's become very popular. Peter is filled with terror wondering if Rodney is required to stand there in his underwear, what will he be required to do? Just then, a woman who Peter assumes is the nurse walks in.

Peter hopes that she won't remain in the room when the doctor is examining him.

"And how is Rodney progressing?"

"Oh wonderful doctor!" Mrs Selby chirps.

The two women stare down right at Rodney's crotch. Peter slumps further down in his chair. 'That's the doctor?!?' he thinks in a panic.

Doctor Heinz impatiently brushes Rodney's hand to the side so that they can have a clearer view.

"Hmm..." the Doctor sighs curiously. Rodney stiffens uncomfortably.

Peter is shocked that she is having a look at him right here in the reception room. But, not knowing any better, he supposes this must be normal. The other women certainly act like it is.

The doctor unashamedly reaches for his pants to pull them open.

Rodney looks to his mother hoping that she'll object to her doing a cursory exam of him right here in reception, but his mother merely waits for the doctor's superior opinion.

Peter doesn't want to look, but he can't help it. Seeing how the women are staring at this guy's most private parts is so strange and it disturbs him that the same might happen to him.

She holds the waistband firmly open and has a good look around.

"Better get him in the back for some tests."

Rodney's been dreading this doctor's visit all day and now it's happening. The intensity of being examined so closely is unbearable.

If it were up to Peter he'd run for the exit now, but unfortunately he has to obey what his aunt wants. This doctor is terrifying. </center>

"Oh yes..." the doctor says as if she's only just remembered something.

"Would you ask Cheryl to conduct the preliminary examination of this boy while I attend to Rodney?" "Certainly," the receptionist nods.

"Follow me," she says walking quickly to the door. The doctor is obviously a very important person and the boys are made to feel like they are consuming far too much of her precious time.

Peter is reminded of a movie he once saw where a man was being led out of a cell to be executed. Rodney has a similar look about him.

Naturally, Peter wonders what's wrong with him. Now that Peter is going to be examined as well he worries if people will wonder what's wrong with him also. What if other people from school find out about this?

He feels sick to his stomach. Maybe if he promises his aunt now that he will never ever get in trouble again, she'll let them go home. He'll do anything if they could leave the office now and spare him from this.

Before he can say anything to his aunt, the receptionist re-emerges.

Perhaps the person who gives him this "preliminary examination" will see that there is nothing wrong with him and say they don't need to waste their time seeing that intimidating doctor. He feverishly hopes for this.

A nurse follows the receptionist into the room.

He assumes that she will simply ask him a number of questions to fill out some paperwork. Then he can explain how this is all a big mistake.

The nurse looks at them both and there is a shocking second of recognition.

Peter can't believe his eyes! It can't be! What is she doing here? Is this some kind of prank?

It's his cousin's friend Cheryl! "Why, Cheryl!" Auntie Ruth says brightly. "I forgot you are doing your work experience here."

Peter didn't know anything about this. Otherwise, he'd never have allowed himself to be brought here. He would have refused to enter while kicking and screaming.

"It's nice to see you Mrs Moore," Cheryl says pleasantly. "And Peter."

"How's your mother?" Rush asks courteously.

"She's doing very well," she replies and then looks back to Peter. "Follow me please."

Peter has a horrible sinking feeling in his stomach and he's certain he caught a little grin spreading across Cheryl's face, breaking through her professional demeanour.

PART 6: Ambitious young students like Cheryl are given work experience assignments to see what working in a real profession is like. As she's shown herself to be extremely competent, the doctor has given her a number of responsibilities in order to help reduce her own heavy workload. Cheryl may be a friend of Peter's cousin, but she is above all a complete professional.

"Disrobe completely young man," Cheryl says immediately after they enter the examination room.

Auntie Ruth knows this may be a little awkward for Peter, but this is a good lesson to show him that they are all adults and part of being an adult is doing things which may make you uncomfortable. After all, having a family friend in the room should put him at ease.

Peter's hands are trembling as he removes his shirt. He can still hear Cheryl's laughter as she cruelly mocked the size of his penis.

He hesitates around the waistband of his trousers. When she said "disrobe completely" did she really mean everything? His heart is beating rapidly as he feels the women watching him impatiently.

"You wouldn't believe the trouble Peter's been getting into at school Cheryl," Ruth says rolling her eyes at him.

"I'm sure you see it all the time. These boys can't stop fighting."

"I'm glad we're finally getting help to take care of this little business."

Cheryl nods watching as Peter goes down to his pants, "We deal with lots of cases like Peter's. No need to worry."

She's suddenly filled with a wonderful feeling of power knowing that she is in total control of this situation.

"Now let's get these off," she says briskly sliding his pants down.

Peter stiffens in surprise, shocked that she so matter-of-factly stripped him bare.

Cheryl pulls them off from around his ankles while Peter feels a burning urge to cover himself.

She bundles up his clothes and puts them aside so she can get a nice clear look at him.

He feels again that incredibly painful sensation of helplessness like when he was exposed to the three girls earlier and unable to do anything about it. But now, under his Aunt Ruth's watchful eye, he can't run away!

An angry urge to fight her away in defence overcomes him, but he has to suppress it.

If he acts out now at all, it'll be the last straw and Auth Ruth will have had it with him.

But Cheryl isn't staring at him like earlier or laughing. Her cool professional attitude feels more threatening to him than if she were.

His balls tighten realizing that she is about to physically examine him - actually touching him!

His body goes stone cold though it feels like his face is burning. He can't stand the silence and still air of the little room.

She snaps her gloves threateningly.

He feels so completely exposed and vulnerable, every inch of his skin available for her scrutiny.

It feels like he's about to be punished for something he's done, yet he doesn't know what it is.

His arse slides across the neat, sanitary paper that makes his body feel like a dirty object that will ruin anything it touches.

Under the harsh light of the examination room, Aunt Ruth can see how muscular and fit he's grown. Her eyes linger curiously over his body. </center>

"Oh my! You really need our help!"

Spread out beneath Cheryl, Peter is incredibly vulnerable. He panics hearing her say this.

Aunt Ruth is immediately very concerned staring intently at his privates, trying to see what a person with a medical understanding of the male sex organs must be seeing.

"You're lucky you came to us when you did," she says to Ruth flipping open his file.

Ruth knows now that something really must be wrong, but she's prepared to do whatever is necessary to help her nephew through this. He's been left under her care, after all.

Peter's chest seizes up as she reaches down for his privates.

Unlike before when she only very tentatively touched his penis to measure it, she takes firm hold of the shaft of his penis.

She roughly pulls the skin back to see the head completely. Peter's overcome with embarrassment and shame.

Watching the girl handle his penis, Ruth is curious and aroused. She doesn't say a thing but stares intently.

She pulls his penis back to look closely at the fleshy sack beneath.

This wasn't what Peter was hoping it would be like when he was completely naked with a girl for the first time. He turns away with tears brimming in the corners of his eyes.

Inside he's coiled up tight, the muscles in his body rigid as she continues the Hellish examination. The seconds tick painfully by.

Cheryl makes a number of careful notes and Peter wonders feverishly what in the world she could be writing.

For the second time, she holds a ruler up against his dick to take his measurements.

But instead of bursting out laughing this time, she simply makes a tutting noise.

Ruth is terribly worried that she's overlooked how serious Peter's problem is if Cheryl is that concerned. She will really have to devote all her energy into getting this problem solved.

As emphatically as he tells himself that he's normal, Peter feels deeply ashamed as if he's a freak of nature.

He studies a spot on the wall, feverishly willing the time to pass more quickly, but Cheryl carefully and meticulously takes her notes in between examining him.

Peter's certain he can see a look of amusement in Cheryl's eyes. He's convinced that she's enjoying this and drawing it out just to tease him.

She pulls his cock up again letting the silky shaft of it rub against her stiff latex gloves.

He feels a twinge of excitement in his groin and he's suddenly overcome by a much more terrifying fear - that he'll grow a stiffy again right here in the open like in Ms Daniels' office.

He'd never be able to look Cheryl in the face if that happened. But the way she's pulling his penis back and forth makes him feel warm and excited. </a>

He angrily fights against it willing himself not to grow excited. Cheryl surveys his balls, pulling them aside and squeezing them between her fingers.

Peter desperately grapples with his body, squeezing his eyes shut trying to distract himself. But all he can picture are the laughing faces of his cousin and her friends.

He tells himself over and over that this will only take a moment longer. At worst, he will then be written some sort of prescription. Then it'll be over and he can go home to the safety of his room where he can hide away forever.

PART 7: Peter's nerves about undressing in front of women has now transformed into a terrifying paranoia that there's something seriously wrong with his genitals. Cheryl's opinion will have a lot of influence with what the doctor prescribes. His aunt wants to be certain she does everything she can to help her nephew while he's in her care.

Doctor Heinz enters the exam room, "And how is your boy today?"

From the position he's in, all the women seem to be towering over him. He feels like a small and insignificant problem that they have to solve.

"I was concerned before, but now I'm very worried," Ruth says thinking about Cheryl's response while she was examining him.

The doctor nods with concern and glances at the problem laying on the exam table.

"And Nurse, what do you think?"

Peter's chest tightens worrying what Cheryl is going to say about him. The fact that he's laying here fully naked while they stand around him discussing his body makes him want to curl up and hide.

"You can clearly see the problem," she says as if it's obvious.

She holds up his penis to show them more clearly, "A text book case I'd say."

"Good, good Cheryl," Dr. Heinz encourages her.

"And...erm...in a normal boy sperm is produced in the testicles...here..." she reaches with her other hand to envelope his sack.

"The penis is designed primarily for urination."

"Occasionally, for instance when a lady makes love with her husband, sperm is produced so they can have children."

Dr Heinz is very proud, "Good, good, and..."

"Unfortunately juvenile young men attempt to 'short circuit' the normal procedure and..."

Cheryl swallows hard and pauses as if it's too foul to continue on. Peter squirms feeling mortified.

"pollute their own bodies through masturbation..." Peter feels a horrible pain in his gut and it's as if his face is burning up with shame.

"...causing wear to the skin and stunted growth. Correct." she nods vigorously very pleased with her protege.

"Yes, well done Cheryl, I see." Cheryl follows Dr Heinz 'no nonsense' example for dealing with young men like this, talking about sensitive issues bluntly and head on.

"Peter," she queries facing him head on. "Tell me, do you often misuse your penis?"

Cheryl needs to suppress a fit of laughter she feels bubbling up inside and turns to see how he responds.

Peter immediately turns to his aunt silently asking if he has to answer this incredibly embarrassing and personal question.

"Answer the doctor Peter," Auntie Ruth insists.

"Erm..." he twists his hands together incredibly self-conscious and frightened. The seconds tick painfully by with everyone waiting impatiently, yet he's unable to summon the words to express himself.

"yes..." he mumbles in a barely audible voice. </center>

There is a pause as everyone sighs and lets this uncomfortable truth hang in the air.

"You've been doing rather too much of that from what I can see young man," she chides him. Cheryl looks at his penis again, but now allows a grin to cross her face.

"Not anymore." Overcome with shame, Peter's extremely frightened what she means by that.

"Mrs Moore, your nephew must not be allowed to play with himself if we are going to proceed with treatment for an enlargement." Cheryl can't wait to tell Peter's cousin Becky about this.

"Selfish stimulation will undo all our hard work and we'll be right back at square one."

Ruth hadn't realized such drastic treatment would be needed, but she's fully prepared to follow through with the expert's advice if it will help Peter adjust.

"However, so that he receives regular release of his useless fluids he must come to our clinic once a fortnight where we will deal with this."

Peter's stomach drops, petrified at the very idea of this.

"But it is crucial it is only done here," she says firmly.

"Oh yes doctor, whatever you think is best," Ruth blubbers. She is frankly shocked that such drastic measures are needed, but if it's necessary...

"Very good. I strongly recommend that you strap down your boy's hands in bed, supervise his bath time and you must time his visits to the lavatory."

Peter catches his breath in horror picturing this total loss of his personal freedom and space. Their cool eyes stare down at him harshly without any compassion.

"They're very devious at this age," Dr Heinz says knowledgeably, looking down on him.

They stare at Peter for a moment and then Dr Heinz says impatiently, "Well, what are you waiting for? Get dressed. Sadly I have many more teenage boys like you to see this afternoon."

Peter leaps from the table and rushes for his clothes. He can feel every minute surface of his skin exposed as he walks past in front of them.

His hands are shaking as he tries to put his pants back on. He's so self conscious about his body now he feels like everyone will know how disgusting he is.

He feels their eyes on him, evaluating every inch of his body. He'll never be able to forget the looks on their faces as they stared at his genitals.

He clumsily climbs back into his pants, trembling so hard that he nearly falls over. He feels like such a lowly fool in front of these cool judgemental women.

As he silently dresses again, he feels even worse that he's wasting their time, that he's a horrible inconvenience to them all. He can't imagine ever coming here again.

Auntie Ruth hurries the slow, clumsy boy out the door. He's taken enough of the doctor's time. She plans on following the doctor's orders to the letter.

She mouths a 'thank you' to the doctor while pushing him out the door and she nods as if to say that she will take care of this boy fully from now on.

PART 8: Filled with trepidation Peter makes a return to the Doctor's office for his latest check-up, the memories of his last visit still afresh in his mind. Peter is fearful as to what his latest treatment will entail and what new ordeals the Doctor and Cheryl have in store for him.

Peter nervously enters the waiting room.

"I'm here to see Doctor Heinz," he half-whispers, hoping not to draw attention to himself.

"Name?" the receptionist asks caustically, without raising her eyes from her paperwork.

Overcome with shyness Peter barely manages to utter his own name... "Peter, er... Peter Lloyd, " he stutters.

"Oh yes, Peter Lloyd;" she retorts, in a voice loud enough for everyone else to hear. "Back for your fortnightly visit!"

"Well, you'd better make yourself ready for the Doctor. Go on, undress to your underpants."

Peter scans the room and spies two ladies glancing in his direction. He speculates whether they know why he's here.

"Come on, snap to it! You musn't keep the Doctor waiting. And when you're done give your clothes to me," instructs the receptionist in a most forthright manner.

Peter can feel all eyes in the room watching him, this makes him feel nervous and uncomfortable. He struggles to undo his shirt buttons.

The women in the waiting room look up from their magazines while Peter undresses.

Like every well brought-up boy Peter takes the time and effort to fold his clothes as he removes them.

Peter still feels that he's being watched and looks up to reassure himself. The ladies in the waiting room quickly go back to reading their magazines.

As Peter reaches down to remove a shoe one of the ladies is less than subtle and has a long lingering look. This unnerves Peter further.

Peter can hear the women in the waiting room muttering. Are they talking about him? His paranoia increases.

The ladies go quiet as Peter looks up.

Their sly chatter continues as Peter finishes disrobing.

Peter places his shoes on the neat pile of clothes.

"I'm going to pop next door to put these clothes somewhere safe. In the meantime you can stand against the wall over there - out of my way - until the doctor calls you."

Peter wants to know how long it will be before he'll be seen by the doctor but feels he daren't ask.

"Wait there!" impresses the receptionist as she leaves the room carrying Peter's clothes.

Humbled and embarrassed Peter broods over the unfairness of all this.

The ladies continue to watch and discuss the young boy they see infront of them

The receptionist returns to the waiting room without Peter's clothes.

Without any acknowledgement of Peter she returns to her desk.

"This is all wrong," thinks Peter. "My cock isn't that small. This has to be some kind of mistake, I really shouldn't be here."

Boiling with frustration Peter looks for something to take his mind somewhere else.

While Peter edges towards the magazines he can't help but play over in his mind the ordeal he's had to endure over the past fortnight.

Peter's fury at the invasion of his privacy and the way his Aunt has taken over his life spins through his mind as he reaches down for something to read.

"Stop right there Peter Lloyd, those magazines are for proper patients!" snaps the receptionist.

Stunned by yet another telling off Peter immediately replaces the magazine.

Peter thinks he can hear the women talking about him.

Peter trudges back to his position by the wall. Stung again by unkind words.

With nothing to occupy him Peter is left to brood on the past two weeks. He shudders as he thinks about how his Aunt keeps track of how long he spends in the bathroom.

He muses over how he can't even sleep comfortably now his Aunt straps his hands down at night. How even his bathtimes are now supervised. He feels belittled and desperately put upon.

"Is the whole world against me?" Peter mutters to himself.

The attention of the women is caught by Peter as he continues to contemplate his existence.

He wishes he could grab his clothes and get out of here but is resigned to his fate.

Peter is becoming incensed by being made to wait and wonders how much longer he has to stand in nothing but his underpants in front of three strangers.

One of the ladies in the waiting room stands up suddenly. This stirs Peter from his trance like state.

She's swapping the magazine she's finished for a new one.

Peter watches her replace the magazine she's just read and select a new one.

The magazine she leaves is left open on a page featuring a young woman in her underwear, the stuff of Peter's dreams.

The half-naked images catches Peter's eye and he becomes transfixed. The picture seems to call for him to look more closely.

He can't stop staring at the picture. Her breasts looks so firm, her smile so inviting. After two weeks of deprivation he can feel the first stirrings of arousal.

His mind screams at him how good it would be to touch this woman, to feel her soft firm body against his.

Peter is becoming obviously aroused and its not long before the women start to notice.

Peter continues to stare at the picture of the model.

Peter just can't tear himself from staring at the picture oblivious to the attention his obvious excitement is getting from the woman in the room.

PART 9: Life has been an ordeal for Peter since his last visit to the doctor. Over the past two weeks he's been under constant supervision from his Aunt, not even being allowed visits to the bathroom without her watching the clock. He's been made to spend his nights with his hands strapped down to prevent masturbation. Dressed only in his underwear he is standing in the waiting room aroused and frustrated waiting to be ushered through to the doctor.

Lost in his fantasies Peter fails to notice Doctor Heinz arrive in the waiting room.

She makes her presence known to Peter and startles him back to reality.

With clinical authority Doctor Heinz tells Peter to come through to the treatment room.

Obediently Peter follows the Doctor and leaves the women in the waiting room to their gossip and their magazines.

The doctor leads Peter into the treatment room where they are met by his cousin's friend Cheryl which only adds to his unease. He is told where to stand by the Doctor and does so without question.

"Nurse, please remove his underwear and examine it thoroughly for signs of misbehaviour."

Peter's stomach drops but he knows by now that any refusal to co-operate would be futile.

Much to Peter's consternation Cheryl begins to remove his underwear.

Peter stands rooted to the spot with fear as Cheryl reaches down for his clothing, her face only inches from his much ridiculed willy.

Peter watches on helpless as Nurse Cheryl throws herself into the job of examining his underwear with great enthusiasm.

To Peter's horror the scanner detects a tell-tale sign which Cheryl is keen to impart to Doctor Heinz.

"Anything today?" the doctor asks the Nurse. Cheryl is only too happy to confirm that there most certainly is.

Dropping to bended knee Doctor Heinz turns her attention to his groin. "This is more embarrassing for me and Nurse Cheryl than it is for you," she assures him. But Peter is certain that no one could feel more embarrassed than him.

Peter tries to imagine that none of this is happening, but the grin on Cheryl's face and the feel of rubber gloves probing his genitalia are too real for him to pursue any illusion.

Pulling his cock one way and then lifting it the other the doctor gives a thorough and uncompromising examination.

"Dear oh dear," says the doctor, her words chilling Peter to the core.

"This really is a waste of our time..." she continues. A remark which causes a grin to breakout on Cheryl's face.

"There's only one thing for it. I want you to release your fluids quickly and without any fuss and nonsense," instructs the doctor.

The doctor continues unabashed, "I will give you a minute of stimulation and you had better behave properly young man."

Using only her thumb and index finger the doctor strokes Peter's penis back and forth.

Her firm, deliberate strokes are having the desired effect on Peter as his cock stiffens and his balls tighten under her touch.

Every second of Peter's fortnightly abstinence flashes through his mind as he struggles to maintain self-control.

Peter succums to his natural responses and begins to moan in pleasure.

Peter clenches and fights the urge to shoot his load.

Approaching the end of the time she has designated to his treatment the doctor increases the pressure on Peter's cock and strokes it all the faster.

Peter's hips rock in response to the stimulation. He can feel the spunk rising, ready to be released.

The doctor's deft touch makes it almost too much to bear for Peter.

Peter feels himself weaken under the intense manipulation by the doctor.

He emits a moan of pleasure as he momentarily forgets how and why he came to be standing here and instead revels in the attention he's receiving from Doctor Heinz.

The doctor notes that the minute is now up and releases her hold on Peter's penis. "Not done yet?" she asks angrily.

"You are wasting my time now boy!" Peter reels at her accusation.

"I know your game my lad. You are trying to prolong this for some disgusting selfish thrill."

"Aren't you?" she presses Peter, who is mortified with shame. "... No," he makes himself respond.

In rising fury the Doctor hands her notes to Cheryl. "Yes you are!" she states uncompromisingly, "and you know what ..."

"We have ways of dealing with boys like you!"

Cheryl can hardly contain her amusement as Peter catches a glimpse of what the doctor has in mind.

The doctor pulls a leather strap out of a draw and marches back to a horrified Peter.

"Hold out your hands," she instructs, "Palms up!"

Frozen with fear Peter fails to response to the doctor's order. "Now!" she bellows.

Sheepishly Peter offers up his hands.

Doctor Heinz brings the strap hurtling downwards. Peter tenses awaiting the contact.

Cheryl gives a wry smile as Peter winces in pain.

Peter's discomfort seems to tickle Cheryl as he receives another firm smack.

Peter looks at his throbbing hands struggling to comprehend what is happening to him.

As Peter prepares for the next stinging blow Cheryl bursts out laughing, but just manages to suppress the sound.

"Now," says the doctor, "bend over and touch your toes."

To avoid any further repercussions that might come his way Peter arches his back and waits.

Cheryl watches in anticipation as the doctor raises the belt and prepares to let fly.

She takes aim.

With precision and strength the doctor makes contact with Peter's tender young backside.

He flinches as pain pulses across his exposed buttocks.

The doctor takes aim again ensuring that the belt hits the target with maximum effectiveness.

Shell-shocked and sore Peter awaits the next vicious strike.

"Let that be a lesson to you." says the Doctor, drawing this punishment to its conclusion.

The doctor retakes her seat and sets about the task of releasing Peter's fluids.

The doctor takes quick control of his penis and Peter feels himself harden within her grip.

The doctor works hard expertly pumping Peter.

Peter is close to bursting point and knows it will only be a matter of seconds now.

As the ejaculation approaches the doctor holds out her gloved hand to collect his semen.

The intensity is too much for Peter and he feels himself start to come.

With two weeks of pent-up frustration behind it, the power of Peter's ejaculation sprays everywhere. "Peter. Oh dear me. Control yourself!" exclaims the doctor.

The doctor notices that Peter's sticky cum has sprayed onto her clothing and furiously stands up.

"You naughty naughty boy!" she scolds. Peter can't believe he's being blamed yet again.

The doctor angrily slaps Peter's face.

Cheryl passes the doctor a towel who in turn throws it at Peter. "Clean that mess!"

Peter gets down on his knees and starts to mop up his discarded spunk.

Peter is keen to avoid any further punishment and is sure to mop up every last drop.

While Peter cleans the floor the doctor and Cheryl stand above him, the doctor making notes on her clipboard.

"You must learn to be a man and ejaculate without so much fuss. I will let your aunt know about this.

With these final words the doctor leaves the room, leaving Peter still cleaning up with an amused Cheryl inspecting his efforts.

Cheryl laughs at him, "I'm going to let your cousin Gina know about it too!"

Peter cries into the towel wondering when it all went so wrong.

Cheryl cackles at Peter and the situation he's found himself in.

With Cheryl's cruel laughter ringing in his ears Peter drags himself to his feet and recovers his pants from the table.

Crushed, defeated and with tears in his eyes Peter slips his underwear back on and leaves the room hoping he'll never have to return.

PART 10: Peter's entire life is now under the control of his Auntie and cousin. He never has a moment alone as they check on him constantly to prevent him pleasuring himself. All in all he leads a pretty miserable existence. This afternoon, his Aunt Ruth is yet again picking him up from school and dragging him along to her friend's house to make sure he is constantly supervised.

It's a quiet suburban neighbourhood and all the female neighbours like taking a stroll past the Selby's house - particularly when young Rodney Selby is sent out to do the gardening in his small shorts.

With such a swollen, unruly garden Rodney needs to stay outside for hours sweating away under the sun, trimming the bushes and pulling weeds.

Auntie Ruth comes strolling up the drive straight from collecting Peter from school.

"What a good little boy Rodney is," Ruth muses aloud. "Doing his chores like this." Peter never helps out at home like this.

Peter blushes and looks down. The thought of being exposed outside where anyone can see for such a long period of time terrifies him.

Ruth's mind is already spinning with ideas. 'My hedges are rather overgrown,' she thinks.

They hear the doorbell chime throughout the house.

"Hello darling!" Mrs Selby greets her and the women kiss cheeks.

"I'm so happy you could make it. Come in," she says opening the door.

Rodney is left to carry on with his gardening work unnoticed.

Peter begins to follow them into the reception room, but Ruth stops him: "Wait in the hall Peter."

"You brought your exercise book, haven't you?" she says. "Yes." "Then you can read that while we talk."

Peter buries his head in his school work, trying to forget about the intimidating lady's house he's in.

"This is Ruth Moore everyone," Mrs Selby introduces her. "Hello!" the women chime.

"We were just talking about how slovenly our boys are getting around the house," Mrs Nash says as if this is a weary neverending problem.

"My boy leaves piles of used tissues on his floor for me to pick up!" Mrs Keating drones.

"The teachers are fed up with how the boys have been acting at school too," Mrs Nash says exasperated.

"Yes, recently I've received another notice about my nephew Peter's misbehaviour," Ruth joins in.

"I received notices like that about my Rodney all the time from the school," Mrs Selby agrees.

"But since his augmentation there hasn't been any trouble."

"That's what I wanted to talk to all of you about," Ruth says meaningfully. "Peter is in desperate need of an enlargement, but it is rather expensive."

"I know. That's why my Rodney now does all the household chores for me in order to help pay for his treatment."

"You could also hire your boy's services out to ladies in the neighbourhood to raise some money," she suggests taking Ruth's tea cup for a refill.

"I'm sure there isn't any rush. This boy's penis couldn't be any smaller than my son's," Mrs Keating announces.

"He's receiving treatment as well," she informs Ruth. "My daughter will be coming to pick me up soon and then we'll take him to the doctor for a check up."

"Oh but I'm sure Peter's is smaller," Ruth insists.

The ladies laugh and shake their heads sceptically unable to believe her.

"It's true. Let me show you."

"Peter!" she calls out.

"Come along Peter, don't dilly-dally," says auntie Ruth ushering him into the room.

Peter slowly inches his way into the room, intimidated by the group of matriarchs gathered there.

"Peter take your clothes off so I can show my new friends something," she says matter-of-factly.

He feels a wave of panic overcome him. "Auntie, I don't want to."

"Oh Peter. Stop being silly. Showing me up," Ruth says using her 'I'm warning you' voice.

"But..." Peter begins, but he's cut short by his aunt's cold stare. There's a moment of tense silence while everyone stares at him expectantly.

He sees that there is nothing else for him to do. The women all peer intensely at him while he removes his tie.

He can hear the ticking of the clock behind him and the occasional sips of tea. Mostly he feels the circle of expectant looks all painfully focusing on him.

Mrs Nash can see by the look of him that he is one of those trouble boys.

He fumbles with his buttons wanting desperately to stop, but Ruth shoots him another warning look.

His skin feels hot and itchy as he bares his chest to the room. It's as if his skin is turning against him.

The shame he feels undressing in front of women is still so painfully acute. He can't forget the laughter of his cousin and her friends when they caught him naked in the bathroom and the loud jeering, 'Pin-Prick Peter!'

Mrs Leeman's eyes devour the young man's flesh as it's revealed to her inch by inch.

Trembling as he moves on to undressing the lower half, he's incredibly self conscious about his body and what the women are thinking about him.

He climbs out of his trousers awkwardly, cursing himself for being so clumsy.

Mrs Nash's eyes linger on his boyish muscles and the leanness of his young body.

"Here. Stand where we can see you properly."

Feeling the women looking at the bulge in his pants as if gauging how large he is, Peter quickly covers his crotch.

They take a long look up and down his athletic body seeing he has the physique of a footballer.

Peter can feel how the tight pants cling to his bits and how the women are trying to see through them, making him even more self conscious than if he were naked.

The sensation of having these mature women's eyes lingering over his body is different from how his cousin and her friends looked at him. The experienced women's eyes are full of nostalgia as well as desire. They are also more commanding rather than curious.

"I wish you wouldn't cover up with your hands like that Peter," his aunt chides him.

"It really would be nice if you could cooperate a bit more when I'm trying to make a point."

"Now let's get these off..."

PART 11: Peter has that same achy, nervous feeling he had standing in the doctor's waiting room. Only now, he's trapped in an extremely domestic reception room with a group of mothers he will most likely continue passing by on the street or in the supermarket in the months and years to come.

A wave of panic envelopes Peter. He can hear his aunt issuing the instruction to him but is paralysed with dread. "Take them down!" she orders.

Before Peter has a chance to react to his aunt's instruction Mrs Nash is whipping down his underwear leaving him exposed to all.

Peter looks down and can't quite believe that a lady he's never met before has removed his pants and has her face only inches away from his exposed penis.

Mrs Nash looks Peter up and down before gently cupping his balls, measuring their size and weight with the palm of her hand. Peter shudders at the touch of this experienced lady.

While Mrs Nash continues her examination Peter breathes in her perfume and allows himself - just for a split second - to fantasise about this attractive older woman touching him down there. The fantasy is soon brought to a screeching halt as Mrs Nash comments, "Oh that is small isn't it?"

Deflated by her words, Peter is made to feel even more aware of the prescence of the women in the room. He can feel their eyes scrutinizing him and in the case of Mrs Nash, still touching him.

Peter sees the look of disdain - or is it pity? - on the faces of his aunt's friends and feels sick to his stomach that they are examining him this way.

"I didn't realise you meant it was this small," says Mrs Leeman, squeezing the end of Peter's penis between her fingers. Her unintentionally cruel words hurting him more than her overly-firm grip ever could.

"Has it grown at all ... since he was four?" Mrs Keating chips in frivolously.

Peter finds it hard to take the comments being bandied around about him. Mrs Selby consolidates his discomfort. "Oh dear, Ruth," she says almost apologetically, "I had no idea!"

Aunt Ruth nods with resignation at her friend's comment.

Peter's awkwardness reaches a peak as the ladies cease talking about him, as far as he in concerned - at this moment in time - he may as well not be there.

The women seemingly lose interest in Peter and return to sipping tea and enjoying each others' company.

Peter grabs his pants and takes the opportunity to retreat to the corner behind auntie Ruth.

"See Peter. No reason to complain about undressing." says his auntie. In the back of his mind Peter knows that that can't be true as he feels utterly miserable and sick to the stomach.

"No one is the least bit interested in your little thing." Says aunt Ruth.

"Have you measured him properly?" enquires Mrs Selby.

"I have some callipers from the hospital. We could take a measurement!" She suggests.

"Oh yes!" says Mrs Keating with rather too much enthusiasm for Peter's liking.

"Splendid idea," declares Mrs Nash.

Peter can't quite believe what he's hearing. Inside he fumes and his mind screams, "No way! Why do you want to do this?" But in reality he says nothing and merely complies to what's asked of him.

Mrs Selby rushes past Peter to fetch the callipers. The scent of floral perfume and hand cream lingers in the air as she passes.

"Peter ..." aunt Ruth begins. Again, all heads turn towards Peter.

"Where are your manners?" she continues. "Refill the ladies tea cups while we're waiting

Peter collects the teapot from the table and trudges reluctantly to each lady in turn. Mrs Keating takes a less than sneaky peak at his backside as he progresses around the room.

Mrs Keating enjoys having this lithe young man serving her and revels in how tense his young body is as he pours her the tea.

Peter serves his aunt and then Mrs Nash, desperate to make sure that he doesn't spill or overfill the tea cups. He can only imagine what punishment he will be faced with if he does that.

To the delight of the group Mrs Selby comes back into the room with the callipers and hands them to Ruth. She explains that although they weren't where she thought they would be she found them all the same.

"Come along Peter," his aunt Ruth urges, "stand a little closer so we can get the measure of you."

Aunt Ruth shoots Peter a "don't-show-me-up" glance and pulls him closer to begin the measurement.

In shear disbelief Peter lets his aunt take the measurement, knowing that kicking up any sort of a fuss would be pointless and may even prolong this ordeal.

"Oh dear," says aunt Ruth as she takes the first measurement.

Peter can only wince as his aunt brings the metal object against his exposed penis.

"I hadn't thought it was this bad," she annouces, "According to this he has the penis of an eight year old."

Peter is in a state of utter disbelief. He knows that this can't be right and yet he is completely powerless to do or even say anything about it.

"My Rodney was much the same before his treatment." explains Mrs Selby.

"And what about now dear?" asks Mrs Nash.

"Haven't I shown you?" asks Mrs Selby.

"No!" says Mrs Keating, barely disguising the anticipation in her voice.

"Oh right," she says full of pride, "I'll call him in to show you."

PART 12: Peter must stand stark naked in the middle of the suburban reception room while the ladies continue taking their afternoon tea. With horror, he hears their twittering laughter having measured the size of his penis. Their eyes dart to his crotch and then they shake their heads dismissively. And now the hostess wants to bring her son Rodney in as well...

Rodney hates these afternoons when his mother requires him to do the gardening wearing only a pair of shorts. He's aware of the neighbours walking past and noticing his body. He'd do anything to be allowed back inside.

Mrs Selby opens the front door and calls out, "Oh Rodney. Come back inside please."

Rodney immediately straightens up. It's like his prayers have been answered!

Peter stands to the side, twisting his hands together nervously, aware that the women are continuing to take casual glances at his privates.

"Erm... mother..." Rodney says uncertainly spotting the naked boy and group of women gathered in the room. Mrs Selby cuts him off ordering, "Come along now."

The housewives take in his youthful body as he passes by them, noticing his fine muscular form.

Mrs Selby positions him in the centre of the room where all the women can see clearly. Then, without a word to the trembling boy, she grasps his waistband.

Rodney holds his breath and stares helplessly as his shorts are yanked down over his thick powerful thighs.

He hears an audible gasp from the ladies sitting around the room watching as his penis and balls are revealed.

Because of the immense amount of focus that has been placed on Rodney's body and the size of his dick, he's incredibly self conscious about being naked in front of anyone. His mind is buzzing, worrying about what they are all now thinking.

His cock and balls feel very sensitive because he's excruciatingly aware of everyone staring.

"Shall we see how the boys compare?" Mrs Selby proposes, taking the callipers from Ruth.

She holds the instrument up to his bulbous penis while all the other ladies make mental calculations in their minds guessing its size.

"He's perfectly normal now. A perfectly healthy specimen they say. Just right for his age." Rodney's body is burning with shame though he knows he should be proud of it now.

"Is he? My husband is smaller than that," Mrs Nash interjects.

"You're not the only one!" Mrs Keating adds making all the women chuckle.

She holds up her fingers to indicate just how small her husband's privates really are.

The women all laugh knowingly. "He's probably bigger erect as well," Mrs Leeman speculates.

"Do you think so? Shall we test it?" she asks not considering Rodney's feelings about this at all.

The women nod enthusiastically, all intensely interested in seeing this healthy young man in an excited state.

"I want to see the little one erect too!" Mrs Nash bursts out pointing directly at the startled young lad.

Peter wants to shrink inside himself and hide seeing all the women suddenly look at him with mischievous grins on their faces.

"Oh but what about Dr Heinz?" Mrs Selby says looking to his auntie Ruth.

"It's been three weeks since the last visit. We can simply call her later and cancel this month's visit," Ruth reasons.

"Wonderful idea. They can have their scheduled release now. It'll save me a trip to the clinic." Rodney is overwhelmed hearing them decide all this and can barely bring himself to look up at the women.

Ruth hadn't thought of that added bonus. It'll make her day much easier.

She pulls Peter out from his hiding corner and instructs, "Go on Peter. Make yourself erect."

He's sluggishly drawn next to Rodney, ashamed to look at this boy who has been judged to be physically superior to him.

Ruth positions him in place so all the women can see clearly and make a comparison between the boys.

Peter's hands tremble reaching for his cock. He doesn't know how he can touch himself so shamefully while all these strange women watch him!

"Stroke it more Peter," Auntie Ruth insists firmly.

"I've just had this carpet shampooed," Mrs Selby says with concern.

"I'll get those lovely side dishes for them to ejaculate into so I can take them to Dr Heinz later."

The boys nervously chance a glance at the women and are frightened by the eager looks on their faces.

The dowdy housewife hands them her plates to wank into.

She can imagine what an enormous mess they will each make after weeks of being deprived the pleasure of emptying their testicles.

The boys begin stroking their limp penises. Peter feels like a disgusting ape next to the fit lad who has received advanced treatment. He can see this reflected in all the women's eyes as they look between the two of them.

Peter feels unspeakably dirty stroking his sensitive cock while the respectable women stare at him.

After being denied the ability to masturbate, just touching their cocks fills the boys' minds with pornographic thoughts and they feel their tight balls aching for release.

The women quietly watch, their bodies hungry for the masculine young men standing completely naked before them.

It's agonizingly shameful to do this while all the women watch, but the boys want to get off so badly they couldn't bear to stop now that their cocks can feel the delightful sensation of soft stroking.

As their dicks begin to stiffen and the boys' feel the urgent need to get off, the doorbell unexpectedly chimes...

PART 13: The terrified boys stand naked before the mothers and housewives lusting over their youthful bodies. They stroke their cocks both excited and nervous about pleasuring themselves before an audience after being made to abstain for so long. The urge to ejaculate is so great and the embarrassment almost overwhelms them. They are both startled by the doorbell.

The boys freeze in place holding their partially erect dicks, terrified that some new stranger will walk in to witness them masturbating.

Mrs Selby struts up to the door. She wasn't expecting anyone else to her tea party.

The women take the momentary break as an opportunity to look over the fully naked boys, admiring their supple bodies and smiling at how awkward they look holding their penises.

Rather than shooing the intruder away, the frightened boys hear Mrs Selby say in a welcoming voice, "Hello, come right in!"

She brings the girl in nodding to Mrs Keating that her daughter has arrived.

"Oh hello Annie," Mrs Keating greets her. Peter is shocked to see that it's his cousin's friend.

Annie is utterly surprised to see the two boys standing in the middle of the room completely naked holding their privates.

An excited grin spreads across her face as she looks them up and down.

Overcome with shame the boys use the dishes to cover themselves. They know this girl from school!

Annie takes a seat and Mrs Selby angrily says, "What are you boys doing? Don't cover up. Keep on."

Grudgingly, the boys lower the plates to reveal their tender cocks.

Annie stares at Peter thinking about the fun they had catching him naked and forcing him to reveal his penis. It intrigues her how the older women are able to make him reveal himself using only their authority.

Peter cringes feeling her eyes on them, knowing that she'll report this back to his cousin and her friends and it will eventually reach the whole school.

He feels his hot eager cock, longing for release. And it's as if the entire school is watching him now and the shame could not be any greater than it is at this moment.

"This boy has just begun a special treatment to deal with his penis size," Mrs Keating explains to her daughter. "I think it's something we'll have to consider for your brother."

The boys stroke themselves, feeling as if their bodies are ungainly things which must be cared for by women.

Their eyes widen seeing the boys' cocks thicken growing more excited.

They hang their heads feeling the embarrassment of their desire in every part of their bodies as they obediently stroke their cocks.

Mrs Selby feels proud at how well her Rodney has come along and is eager to show him off to others.

Peter and Rodney don't see how they can ever recover from the trauma of performing for these women side by side. This moment will forever be burned into their memories.

The women watch them feeling such great swells of longing and desire that they are utterly enthralled.

They notice the sensitive, bulbous pink head poking out as they pump their cocks.

Mrs Keating muses upon how vulnerable and attractive boys look in this excited state.

Rodney can feel his cock growing very stiff and wet in his hand, his breath quickening with the intensity of his emotion while jerking off in front of an audience.

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The captivated women are filled with desire and nearly breathless.

Rodney tugs on his cock frantically, his body threatening to rock wildly out of control. Annie gasps in surprise.

"You can see how excited boys can get. They can't stop themselves," Mrs Keating says knowledgeably.

Annie is startled by the strength of Rodney's orgasm, the thick sticky fluid shooting powerfully from his hard cock.

What seems like endless amounts of cum spill out of his dick.

Annie is mesmerized by the thick pearly stream.

Rodney moans, reaching the height of his orgasm, while massive amounts of sperm splash over the dish and onto the floor.

"Oh the little one is trying hard as well," Mrs Keating notes making everyone look at Peter.

He feels incredibly self-conscious and inadequate being pointed out.

The women are smitten seeing Rodney stand with his large, pulsing cock in his fist and they shake their heads at poor, struggling Peter.

Annie feels so excited and enlivened by Rodney's performance, she stares hungrily at his body.

Mrs Selby handles Rodney's tight pants saying to him, "Here we are."

She pulls his pants and shorts on although his cock is still quite erect and leaking cum.

"Well done Rodney. Now out with you to finish your gardening work," she shoos the embarrassed and exhausted boy back outside.

"Oh not done yet?" she tuts. "Well, you may as well finish."

Peter feels like a disgusting pervert that his sexual needs must be dealt with in this way while the women supervise him.

Annie watches closely as his cock hardens and he pumps it more vigorously.

Mrs Selby watches how he strokes himself guiltily.

He can see by the look on Annie's face what a disgusting pervert she thinks he is.

Incredibly self-conscious, he thinks how pitiful his small penis must look in these women's eyes.

Auntie Ruth stares at him sternly as if he's wasting their time and bringing shame to their family.

He strokes his dick faster turned on by the total exposure.

He feels the sperm rise up, the tip of his dick ultra-sensitive in front of the girl's face.

He remembers how hard she laughed with her friends, staring at his total nudity.

In his mind he pictures all the women who have looked down upon his penis making him feel such an intense all-consuming sense of shame.

Mrs Nash stares directly at his hard cock on the brink of explosion.

He moans piteously hammering his dick with all his strength.

The women watch silently with sly eyes while he wanks himself so violently.

Sperm erupts from his dick and flies through the air before the women's eyes.

A seemingly endless stream pours out into the dish.

Annie watches it fly onto the floor. The messy boy is completely out of control.

The relief of ejaculating after withholding it for so long almost makes him dizzy.

The women gape at how hard, throbbing and red his dick is.

His sperm spills off the plate onto the floor as he's unable to stop himself.

Aunt Ruth is relieved that Peter has finally followed through and hands over her tea cup.

Peter holds his throbbing, aching cock in his hand and is unsure what to do now. He feels so guilty about what he just did.

"That's most of the sample for Doctor Heinz on the floor then," Ruth says disappointed.

"We'll keep going to the doctor Peter," she says looking at his wet penis gradually shrinking.

Mrs Nash laughs as if the doctor has herself a handful to take care of.

His cock is still dripping with cum, red and worn after his furious wank.

"One day you can be big as well," Auntie Ruth assures him.

Peter is completely traumatized after his many experiences. This feeling of shame will never leave him.

His cock will only react under women's instruction from now on. It's the only pleasure he'll ever know.

Peter's Story