Charlie's Mucky Pants
There's nothing that Charlie likes more than to have a satisfying wank. At his age even the thought of a naked girl is enough to get him erect so he's always sneaking off to pleasure himself. But his selfish behaviour is about to get him into a lot of trouble. And he'll soon learn the dangers of self-abuse after an unpleasant visit to the doctor's.
Mary Phelps marches into the doctor's surgery with a young man trailing behind her looking warily about. She strides over to the reception desk where Dawn is sitting.
Dawn looks up as the woman approaches. She wonders what Mrs Phelps is doing here - Lucas's next anal milking isn't due for a couple of days. Then she sees that the boy behind her isn't Lucas - it's another boy from school.
"Hello Dawn," says Mary, greeting her warmly, "I hope your work experience is going well?" The boy next to her recognises Dawn immediately and is horrified - looking down rather than meet her penetrating stare.
"Oh it's great thank you Mrs Phelps. I'm <em>really</em> enjoying all the hands on experience," replies Dawn. "What can I help you with today?"
"This here is Charlie. You probably know him from school. Apparently he keeps skipping classes and going into the toilets," Mary explains in an accusing tone.
"When the teachers go looking for him they find soiled tissues all over the place! He denies it's him of course but I have evidence," She shakes her head in disbelief at the boy's behaviour.
"Really?! Well who'd have thought it. He's lucky he hasn't been expelled," says Dawn cheerfully - sensing another opportunity to have some fun at a boy's expense.
"Yes, he's very lucky. I'm good friends with the headmistress and when she heard how I'd had my nephew sorted out she wondered if I'd be so good as to bring Charlie along." Charlie's stomach does summersaults.
"I'm sure the doctor will know what to do," says Dawn. "How often does he do this erm... <em>activity</em>?" She asks nosily.
"According to the headmistress he disappears at least four times a day. He's getting behind on his schoolwork. And the cleaners are up in arms at all the sticky mess they have to deal with." Everything she says makes Charlie feel even more wretched.
Dawn tries to suppress her mirth. Just wait till she tells everyone at school! What is it with these young lads and their incessant need to play with themselves?
"Don't you worry Mrs P, I'll make you an emergency appointment. If you'd like to go and take a seat over there the doctor will call you."
Mary walks over to the waiting area with Charlie trailing along behind her. It feels really uncomfortable having his private matters discussed by this woman whom he barely knows. But the headmistress told him what would happen if he disobeyed her.
Charlie stands by the wall where Mrs Phelps indicates. His palms start to sweat and his heart races as he wonders what the doctor will say.
Dawn looks over at him and cannot help but grin at his obvious discomfort. She could ring through to the doctor but decides to go into her office in person so she has the opportunity to check Charlie out more closely.
Charlie looks startled when the girl from school jumps up and walks towards him. He wonders what she wants now. Not more personal questions he hopes.
"I'll just go and let the doctor know you're waiting," she says smiling sweetly - pausing to look Charlie up and down in a way that makes him hot under the collar.
He breathes out when she's gone. Given how horny he feels all the time, even being near a girl is enough to make his cock twitch in his pants.
The wait is agonising as thoughts run around his head. On the one hand there's Dawn's smiling face which makes him feel aroused. Then there's his fear of what the doctor might do to him.
Mary meanwhile is oblivious to the young man's worries and reads her magazine. She's flattered that the headmistress sees her as an expert in these matters. Even if it does mean giving up her time to bring Charlie here.
Charlie swallows as he hears a door opening. Dawn walks out of the doctor's room. As she passes him she sniggers which only makes him feel worse.
She's followed by Doctor Moore who walks smartly into the reception. Charlie stiffens as he realises that the doctor is female - that comes as a shock!
"Ah, Mrs Phelps," says the doctor stopping, "I understand you've brought me another problem boy to deal with." So saying she casually appraises Charlie. "Follow me please."
"Thank you doctor," says Mary, jumping up out of her seat. "You too," says the doctor as she passes Charlie - sensing his reluctance to move.
Charlie feels like bolting for the door, but that would mean he'd be expelled for sure. So he makes himself walk after Mrs Phelps and the doctor. Behind him Dawn calls out "bye!" in a cheery voice followed by "see you soon."
They enter the doctor's office and Dr Moore and Mary take seats leaving Charlie standing awkwardly.
"Well," begins the doctor, "Dawn has explained some of what Charlie's been up to. How serious is the problem?"
"Oh very serious doctor," says Mary, "the headmistress is threatening to expel him if he cannot be brought under control."
"I see," says the doctor looking at Charlie coolly, "and you say he claims the mess in the toilets is nothing to do with him?"
"Yes - but there is undeniable proof," Replies Mary. "The teachers have tried to keep an eye on him but he keeps giving them the slip. What's to be done?"
Charlie bows his head in shame. He knows what he does is wrong but he just can't resist. He'll be sat in class then glance at a girl and his dick will suddenly pop up! Then he can't think about anything else but sneaking off and having a wank.
"I told the headmistress how effective your treatment for Lucas has been. He's like a different boy now! Will you be able to help Charlie?" Asks Mary anxiously.
"Well as with your nephew Lucas it's not uncommon for lads of Charlie's age to be raging with hormones. Most manage to control themselves but in some cases they just follow their base desires," explains the doctor, taking notes.
"I see! Well I know his mother and I'm sure she'd be more than happy with whatever course of action you suggest."
Charlie tenses up wondering what she means. He cannot help but remember the stories about what Lucas went through. He thought they were exaggerations but now he's not so sure.
"I brought something along that proves his guilt doctor," says Mary, screwing her face up in distaste at the thought of what she has in her handbag.
She retrieves a pair of worn underpants handling them gingerly as she passes them over to the doctor.
"It's Charlie's mucky pants Doctor Moore," says Mary, "it's how we know what he gets up to when he wanders off. He must dribble in them even though he tries to clean himself with tissue."
She looks up at Charlie accusingly and the boy wrings his hands nervously. He cannot look at the article of clothing sitting on the doctor's desk.
"So doctor, do you think there's a solution to save this disgusting boy from expulsion?"
When he was sent to see the headmistress Charlie was terrified he'd be expelled. He tried denying any wrongdoing but unfortunately for the young lad, his mucky pants gave him away. He thought he'd gotten off lightly when he was told he'd be going to see a doctor. But he wasn't expecting it to be a female doctor. Nor is he expecting the kind of intimate examination that she has in mind for him.
"I'm certain we can find a way to bring this lad under control," says Doctor Moore. "We'll begin by checking him over before deciding on a course of action."
Charlie chews on the inside of his cheek nervously as the two women stand up. He gets very uncomfortable in the presence of females given how easily aroused he is.
He bites his lip as they approach wondering what they are going to do to him. His own doctor is a very bluff man who never examines him very thoroughly. He hopes it will be the same with this doctor.
But to his shock, the doctor starts to unbutton his blazer. Oh no!
He stands frozen to the spot as she slips it off his shoulders. He's intensely aware of how close her body is to his and he starts to find his mind wandering.
He looks at her as she loosens his tie. She's a lot prettier than the school nurse who's older and matronly. He wonders what she would look like naked.
He tries to pull himself together. He's in enough trouble as it is! He looks over her shoulder at a poster on the wall hoping to calm himself by reading it.
But it's so difficult as she unbuttons his shirt. He wonders why he has to be topless for her to examine him?
As she whips his shirt open he feels a cool draft against his exposed flesh that sends shivers down his spine.
While the doctor struggles to get the shirt off the uncooperative lad, Charlie tries to distract himself once again by looking away.
He nearly cries out with shock when he feels her hands go to his belt and start unbuckling it.
He gulps as she pulls it off and casts it aside. Just how far is she planning on going?
He looks sullenly down at the woman who brought him here. He really hopes the rumours about what happened to Lucas aren't true.
The doctor efficiently removes his shoes and socks. "Lift your leg up," she instructs and Charlie does as he is told.
Even though the room itself is cool, he starts to feel hot with the woman down on her knees in front of him.
Doctor Moore has no idea what's going through his mind - she would be horrified if she did. But she cannot assess him properly while he has all his clothes on.
She reaches for his fly and he silently pleads with her to let him keep his trousers on even though he knows it's no use.
And it's only a matter of moments before she has it unzipped and starts to pull on his trousers.
He wants to grab them and pull them back up but he's terrified of what would happen if he did. They'd be sure to tell the headmistress!
Once his trousers are over his hips, Doctor Moore lets them drop to the floor. Charlie's hands move to his crotch automatically.
Mary sighs - exasperated with him. 'What is it with young men and their genitals?' She thinks as she pulls his hands away.
"Stop being so silly," she says to him - drawing his attention back to her and the doctor.
"There, that's better," says the doctor - standing up after discarding his trousers.
Charlie hopes to goodness that he'll be allowed to keep his underpants on. At least they provide some modest cover for his penis and testicles.
He feels a sense of relief when the doctor grabs his head and starts peering at his eyes. Maybe this examination will be just about bearable.
She looks in his ears too performing a few standard checks. Charlie starts to relax a little although he still hopes she'll be quick so he can put his trousers and shirt back on.
"Open wide," she orders and he does so. Surely there's nothing physically wrong with him? He never thought wanking would lead to a trip to the doctors!
"I'm, just checking his muscle tone," says the doctor as she feels up and down his arm. She explains herself to Mary but only speaks to Charlie to issue orders.
"He seems like a fairly healthy young man," she continues, "certainly nothing immediately obvious is causing his behaviour."
"There must be <em>some</em> reason why he does it though?" Questions Mary. "I mean to spend so much time pleasuring himself can't be good for him can it?"
"Well to answer your first question, the cause could be more psychological rather than physiological," says Doctor Moore appraising him.
"And as for your second, whilst it won't do him any permanent harm, it's not to be encouraged." It feels humiliating the way they are discussing him as though he weren't there.
"Anyway, it will be a lot easier to work out what's going on once his pants are off," says the doctor to Charlie's alarm.
She smartly moves his hands aside so she has easy access. She's used to dealing with reluctant young men.
To his horror, she takes hold of the waistband of his underwear and starts to pull them down.
He knows he shouldn't do it, but his instinct is to hide his genitals behind his hands.
But he still feels horribly exposed as the doctor continues to tug on the flimsy piece of material. He cannot watch what is happening to him it's just too embarrassing.
Mary is having none of his nonsense and grabs his wrist. Even as he feels her yank his hand away he cannot look.
His penis and testicles come spilling out into view. He wants to go home - he doesn't like it here in this cramped room with the two women stripping him naked.
As the doctor slips his pants right off leaving him without a stitch of clothing on, Charlie realises with dread that expulsion from school might have been the better option after all.
Charlie's discomfort is made all the worse by the presence of Mary Phelps - who sits right next to him and watches keenly, ready to offer a stern rebuke if he steps out of line. He knows how bad it would be if he were expelled but at the same time, standing here totally starkers is proving very traumatic.
Charlie resumes his deep interest in the various posters pinned to the wall, desperately reading about diseases to try and distract himself from what's being done to him.
Doctor Moore continues her examination, running her hands up and down his legs. They are far too close to his genitals for Charlie's liking.
Then to his dismay, she reaches across and takes hold of his penis and testicles. The thing he dreaded most is happening and there's nothing he can do about it.
He really tries his hardest to focus elsewhere but it's impossible to ignore the gentle touch of the doctor's hands on his privates.
Just then something happens that makes him nearly jump out of his skin: there is a faint noise at the door.
He looks across and sees the door opening and Dawn from reception peering into the room. He has no idea that she's checking to make sure his examination is well in progress before entering.
Seeing him naked she marches into the room. Charlie watches open-mouthed in horror. Doctor Moore notices out of the corner of her eye and looks up.
"Sorry to interrupt doctor, but I really should update the files - like you told me," says Dawn innocently.
"Yes of course," says the doctor, "you're such a conscientious young woman." Charlie cannot believe that a girl from school is going to be allowed into the room while he is naked.
He doesn't know what to do. He wants to protest but he's momentarily struck dumb by the realisation that she'll be able to tell everyone at school what happens in his exam.
Doctor Moore and Mary don't seem to think anything is wrong so Charlie doesn't feel like he can say anything. But he has to bite his lip to stop himself from complaining.
Dawn walks right up to him until they are almost touching. "Oops!" She says brightly, "Excuse me I just need to get by." The proximity of her body makes Charlie's cock twitch.
He tries to side-step away but she keeps bumping into him even though there's room to squeeze past. "Sorry!" She says trying to suppress a giggle.
"There we are," she says as she stands in front of the filing cabinet - still too close to Charlie for his comfort.
He can hear her muttering behind him: "Now then... let's see.. where shall I start? Might be here a while..."
He tries to think of an excuse to bring the examination to an end but can't think of anything believable. He can feel his penis start to thicken and starts to panic.
Dawn has noticed it too, peering round without shame to take a good look. Charlie's armpits start to feel clammy as he worries he might spring an erection right in front of them all.
The doctor stares at his penis. "Hmmm," she mutters and Charlie's heart skips a beat.
He looks down at Mary - hoping she hasn't noticed. If she thinks he's deliberately letting it happen she might drag him straight back to the headmistress.
But Mary is content to watch the doctor and wait for her diagnosis. And Charlie soon has other things to worry about when Doctor Moore seizes his penis and testicles once again.
Phew! He puffs his cheeks and blows out to try and calm himself. Dawn can see how he's reacting to the doctor's touch and has to resist the urge to laugh at him.
Doctor Moore skilfully manipulates his genitals, examining them from every angle for signs of excessive self pleasuring.
She pulls on his penis, sliding his foreskin back and forth causing those distracting thoughts to return with a vengeance.
The doctor is merely conducting a routine medical examination, she has no idea what effect her actions are having on the boy.
"So tell me," she says suddenly, waking him from his reverie, "how frequently <em>do</em> you masturbate?"
"Oh," he replies, flustered, "hardly ever. Maybe once a week?" He doesn't know what to say but doesn't want to get into any more trouble. Doctor Moore looks at him in disbelief.
It all gets too much for the young lad and tears start rolling down his cheeks. It feels so unfair that he's being singled out like this. He's sure all the other boys in his year are wanking too!
"Well we'll see about that," says the doctor as she returns her attentions to his penis and testicles.
She squeezes his balls and he gulps. Everything she does seems to make him more aroused. He fights to keep himself under control but it takes all his willpower.
"Mrs. Phelps here has given up her valuable time to bring you here so you'd better co-operate and tell the truth," says the doctor warningly.
"But... but... I can't help it," he says fighting back the tears. He really doesn't want to have to tell the doctor the intimate details of his fantasies and how he likes to play with himself till stuff comes out of the end of his penis.
"What about these frequent trips to the school toilet? And the mucky pants?" Questions the doctor - not giving him time to think.
Charlie stammers, trying to answer her without having to say too much in front of the three fully-clothed women. "I sometimes just need to go to the toilet you know? I'm not doing anything wrong."
"I don't know how the muck got in my pants," he says desperately, "maybe they weren't washed properly." Dawn laughs at his bared-faced lies - as if the doctor is going to believe that!
Mrs. Phelps looks at him. "I know your mother young man. And I'm sure she wouldn't send you to school with pants that weren't completely clean. But I <em>will</em> be checking with her later," she says and Charlie realises his plan has backfired.
He chews his lip realising that the more he says, the more hot water he's getting himself into. But it's too late to backpedal now.
The doctor never leaves his privates alone and even in his wretched state he finds it pleasurable, which makes him feel even more guilty.
Tears stream hotly down his face as he contemplates his predicament. All he can do now is to try and appease everyone by doing whatever the doctor says and answering her questions honestly. But that's not going to be easy when it means revealing private details to everyone in the room...
In school Charlie is normally very outspoken and ready to give cheek to the teachers. But here in the stark doctor's surgery he is reduced to tears. He feels so ashamed at his nudity and the doctor's invasive questions about his sexual habits. But he really has no choice in the matter - the consequences of refusing are too bad to think about.
Doctor Moore continues with her physical exam of his naked body, feeling his genitals for any abnormality - although she's fairly sure the problem is down to his selfishness.
"Is there anything that can be done Doctor?" Asks Mary plaintively. "I'd hate to see him expelled but he doesn't seem to be taking things seriously."
"Oh I'm sure we can find a solution to his problem," says the doctor reassuringly, "it's not that unusual for young men like Charlie to allow their base desires to rule their lives."
Charlie looks down at Mrs Phelps, his cheeks still wet with tears. He really hopes she doesn't tell his mum about this otherwise he'll probably be grounded forever!
Mary is curious and seeks clarification on something that's been bothering her. "You mentioned masturbation earlier," she begins, "what exactly did you mean by that?"
"Well... masturbation is when a young man plays with his penis," explains the doctor. "Here, let me show you," she says seeing a blank look on the woman's face.
"Grip his penis like this..." She continues, guiding Mary's hand towards Charlie's penis. Charlie gulps - unable to believe what's about to happen to him.
He breathes out sharply as Mrs Phelps grabs hold of him. "Grip it firmly then start tugging gently," encourages Dr Moore.
"Like this?" Asks Mary as she pulls sharply on Charlie's penis while he tries to look away and pretend this isn't happening.
"Nothing seems to be happening. I don't think I'm doing it right?" Dawn grins, enjoying the obvious discomfort the woman is causing Charlie by fiddling with his willy.
"Try holding it higher up... just here." The doctor repositions the other woman's hand - keen to teach her about masturbation so she'll be better prepared to help boys like Charlie in future.
She thinks it'll be easier to show her and takes hold of Charlie's penis herself, trying to find the best angle.
"You see," she says, "it's starting to firm up already." She continues to stroke Charlie and to his horror he feels his penis starting to thicken in her grip.
"Oh yes! It feels harder than before," says Mary taking over again.
"So this is what boys do to themselves when they are alone. How disgusting!" Mary is shocked but the doctor explains that it's quite normal.
"It's only a problem with lads like Charlie who have a lack of self control and do it to excess," explains Dr Moore. Mary continues to masturbate him while the two of them discuss him.
"How often is normal doctor? I mean - he's always going to the toilet and leaving a mess behind. He must be doing it constantly!" Mary is suddenly concerned.
"So Charlie. Being honest this time. How often do you play with yourself?" Charlie realises there's no point in lying so answers truthfully: "About 4 or 5 times a day," he says in a small voice.
"That's terrible!" Exclaims Mrs Phelps. "Surely that can't be good for him? Will it do him any lasting damage?"
Mary wrinkles her nose up in disgust at the thought of it. "It won't actually hurt him," says the doctor, "but it will be a distraction and could cause his schoolwork to suffer."
"Well we'll have to make sure that doesn't happen," says Mary severely. "And you mean to say that simply sliding my hand up and down his penis is causing him pleasure?"
"I hope you can think of a way to put a stop to it once and for all." Her words fill Charlie with fear. He enjoys wanking and the thought of not being able to do it isn't a pleasant one.
Mrs Phelps never leaves Charlie's penis alone for a second and he starts to feel highly aroused.
He starts to worry that if she doesn't stop, sticky stuff might come out of the end like when he does it to himself.
He grinds his teeth and tries to distract himself but the woman's actions are starting to take him over.
The doctor recognises the expression on his face. "I think we'd better move on to the treatment," she says, "before Charlie here makes a mess all over my floor."
Charlie is relieved when Mrs Phelps finally lets go of his willy. He leans against the desk and breathes slowly trying to slow his fast beating heart.
"So what do you suggest we do doctor?" Asks Mary. "Is there something that will ensure he doesn't waste his life engaging in this filthy act?"
"Of course there is," says the doctor matter-of-factly, "let's get him up on the desk then we can administer an appropriate remedy."
"Up you get Charlie," says Mrs Phelps pleased that there is a solution, "aren't you lucky that the good doctor here is going to help you?" Charlie mumbles his thanks as he clambers onto the desk.
He's sharply aware that his bottom is completely exposed and that his penis and testicles are dangling unprotected between his legs.
"I'd better go round here to make sure he behaves," says Mrs Phelps moving to stand directly in front of Charlie.
"Oh! You're going to use <em>that</em> on him," she says seeing the doctor reach for a large metal probe and some lubricant.
"I remember that worked very well on Lucas," she continues as the doctor applies some of the special liquid to the object in her hand. Charlie stiffens - remembering the stories that went round school about what happened to his classmate.
"I've always found this to be particularly effective on wayward young men," says the doctor with a smile. She knows that a painful lesson can often be the most effective.
Charlie shivers as he hears the women talking. His stomach churns and the tension builds up inside him as he tries to prepare himself for what's to come.
"Now then," says Doctor Moore, "let's get this probe inside you and see if we can't discourage you from pleasuring yourself all the time."
Charlie feels the woman's hand on his buttocks as she stretches them apart so she has easy access to his anus. Mrs Phelps meanwhile holds him in place in case he tries to resist.
"I'm sure that a spell of anal stimulation will change your attitude," says the doctor. Dawn leans in close not wanting to miss a moment of Charlie's humiliation.
The probe hovers close to Charlie's puckered sphincter. He starts to perspire, fighting his instinct to bolt from the room before the doctor can stick the thing into him. Will this really hurt as much as the rumours about Lucas suggested?
It's not at all pleasant being up on the doctor's table without a stitch of clothing to cover his modesty. Charlie is fully aware of the metal probe in the doctor's hands and waits with trepidation for her to begin. The thought of something being inserted into his bottom makes him feel sick but he has no choice but to allow her full access to his naked body.
Charlie feels the tip of the probe pressing up against his sphincter - which clenches as tightly as it can. But the doctor pushes hard and starts to drive it into him.
At first it's only a little uncomfortable. Only a small amount of the probe is inside and Charlie starts to think maybe it won't be so bad after all.
But a firm shove from Doctor Moore changes everything and the poor lad gasps with shock as the metal object is pushed deeper in.
"Do be quiet Charlie," says Mary crossly, "we're trying to concentrate here and your silly noises are distracting."
"You're lucky that the doctor is prepared to go to such lengths to help you out," she continues. Charlie doesn't feel at all lucky and wishes it wasn't too late to accept expulsion rather than this.
"But it hurts Mrs Phelps!" Wails Charlie - the pain getting worse and worse as the doctor slides the implement in and out of his anus.
"Well of course it hurts," replies Mary, "it's supposed to. That's the whole point! You're not meant to <em>enjoy</em> it."
Charlie certainly isn't enjoying it. The sensation is like nothing he's ever experienced before and it takes his breath away.
He can feel the probe going in and out of his arse and there's nothing he can do to stop it. Added to the pain is the sense of shame at being penetrated like this.
Especially since he can hear Dawn sniggering to one side. That she should be here to witness his humiliation makes it all the more unbearable.
The doctor is relentless, never giving him a chance to catch his breath as she jams the medical device in and out.
Dawn is nearly in tears with laughter. Seeing the normally tough boy sobbing as the doctor fucks his arse is the funniest thing!
"If you could take hold of Charlie's penis and stroke it then we can create an association in his mind between masturbation and pain," says Doctor Moore to Mary.
Mary gingerly reaches round and takes Charlie's penis in her hand. It's not something she particularly wants to do but she did promise the headmistress she'd do her best to help.
She gently starts to tug on Charlie hoping that what they are doing will be effective in bringing the boy to order.
It feels very strange indeed to the young man as the older woman pulls on his penis. It's pleasurable but feels wrong while his anus is being probed so painfully.
'Oh this is even better!' Thinks Dawn to herself as she breaks into fresh hysterics, 'Now one of the mums from school is wanking him off!'
Mary continues with the disagreeable task while Doctor Moore works on his rectum with her probe.
She has the utmost faith in the doctor's skill and knowledge but she hopes it doesn't take too much longer.
The conflicting sensations are driving Charlie wild. His backside burns from the repeated penetration but the insistent stroking of his dick is starting to turn him on despite himself.
He wants to scream at them both to stop and leave him alone. But he's too intimidated by the mature women to resist.
He's ashamed at the way his body is reacting to the stimulation but there's nothing he can do to stop it.
Mary can feel Charlie's penis twitching in her grip and wrinkles her nose in disgust. Why are young men all so obsessed with their penises?
She supposes that's why they tend to do worse than girls at school. If they spent half as much time studying as they do fiddling with themselves then the world would be a better place!
Doctor Moore concentrates on the task in hand, repeatedly penetrating Charlie's anal cavity with the probe.
She speeds up, ramming it in and out of him at speed.
His backside starts to loosen up but it's still incredibly painful and Charlie isn't sure he'll be able to take it for much longer.
"He'll be feeling a mixture of emotions right now," says the doctor, "and by the time we're finished the desire to masturbate all the time should abate."
Mary hopes the woman is right. After all the effort she made bringing Charlie here it would be a shame if he had to be expelled after all.
She continues to pump away on the lad's penis trying to keep time with the doctor.
Dawn peers round not wanting to miss a thing. She enjoyed spreading the gossip about Lucas and now it looks like she'll be able to do the same for Charlie.
Charlie feels like his backside is on fire but the pain is tempered by the pleasing warmth spreading through his groin.
His head starts to swim as the sensations overwhelm him.
He lets out a low moan and fresh tears roll down his cheeks.
Dawn bites her lip to try and prevent herself from laughing too loudly. She'd hate to be sent out of the room just as things are starting to get interesting.
"Hmmm," says the doctor, "he should be responding more quickly than this. But his penis isn't as engorged as I would expect."
"Do you think he's playing up doctor?" Asks Mary worried in case the boy's behaviour reflects badly on her.
"You'd better stop trying to resist and get erect for the doctor right now!" She demands.
'Oh this is too much!' Thinks Dawn, 'The boy gets hard when he isn't supposed to, now when it's actually required - he can't do it!'
Charlie isn't deliberately trying to antagonise Mrs Phelps and the doctor. He knows how much trouble he's already in and certainly doesn't want to make things worse. The shivering lad has never felt under such intense pressure and is almost at breaking point.
When his privates were being examined earlier Charlie found himself becoming erect despite his best efforts to control himself. Now he's being told he must get an erection whilst his anus is being probed - and he's finding the pressure unbearable. How is he supposed to get aroused when he's in so much pain?
Charlie breathes deeply, trying to block out the discomfort of having his rectum penetrated and instead thinks erotic thoughts about the girls at school.
But the doctor is tired of waiting for him to get hard and whips the probe out without warning. "This is no good," she says crossly, "I haven't got all day!"
"He might as well get down," she continues, "he's not really making the effort." Mrs Phelps lets go of Charlie's penis and tuts - annoyed with him for trying to resist the doctor."
"Down you get," she says sharply. Whilst he's eager to get off the uncomfortable desk, Charlie worries what the doctor will do now. He doubts she'll give up so easily.
Having been in that awkward position for so long he nearly stumbles as he clambers down, his penis hanging limply between his legs.
Doctor Moore grabs a tray and explains what the next step is: "We'll have to milk Charlie whilst he's in the upright position. It's not what I'd wanted to do - but the effects should be similar."
Reluctantly Mrs Phelps takes hold of Charlie's penis once again and beings to stroke it. "The main thing is that if his testicles are emptied here it will save his underwear from leakages," says the doctor.
"He can come here daily before school. That way he won't present such a problem to the cleaners and leave mess in the toilets," she carries on.
"And his concentration on his studies will improve immensely. But if it doesn't, I will write a note to the school nurse and she can carry out this procedure during the day as well if necessary."
Charlie bites his lip to try and stop from crying again. It feels so unfair that he should be put through this ordeal once - let alone on a daily basis!
"Charlie..." Says Mrs Phelps warningly, "you'd better cooperate this time. You've already wasted enough of the doctor's precious time."
"Ugh!" She exclaims. "I think something is starting to happen!" Without the searing pain of the probe up his bottom, Charlie is finding it much easier to become aroused.
But that doesn't make it any less humiliating - having his penis stroked by his friend's mum with Dawn looking on.
Mary pumps away at the boy's penis. It's an unsavoury task but she's prepared to do her bit for the sake of Charlie's mother.
His penis is much thicker now than it was when he was on the table. Why couldn't he have let them get this over and done with before?
Although his penis is becoming engorged, Charlie still feels under a lot of pressure with the women surrounding him and staring at his privates.
"Well I certainly wasn't expecting to have to masturbate one of the boys from school when I left home this morning," says Mrs Phelps with a grimace.
Charlie wasn't expecting it either - certainly not being on the receiving end. He chews his lip nervously wondering what it will be like to cum in front of these fully-clothed women.
Dawn is transfixed. Watching the older woman rhythmically stroke Charlie's penis is mesmerising and she can't wait to tell everyone at school all about it.
"I know it's not very pleasant Mrs Phelps," says the doctor sympathetically, "but is <em>is</em> the most effective way to deal with his problem."
"I understand," replies Mary, "I'm just glad I won't be the one that has to do it every day. His poor mother!"
Charlie starts to feel the familiar pressure building up inside him.
His testicles churn and he knows the woman's actions will have the desired effect whether he wants them to or not.
"Surely I won't have to have this done <em>every</em> day?" Asks Charlie hoping desperately he won't have to undergo such a shameful procedure so often.
"The doctor has said daily so that's what will be done. I shall ring your mother this evening and explain everything to her," replies Mrs Phelps firmly.
Charlie is suddenly overcome. All the tension that has been building inside him suddenly bubbles to the surface. "I think I'm going to..." he starts to say.
But before he can even finish he ejaculates - a jet of semen firing from the end of his penis.
Dawn gasps in surprise as the white stuff sprays out into the dish the doctor is holding to collect it.
For the first time since he walked into the room, Charlie feels good. All his troubles momentarily forgotten as the orgasm washes over him.
Mrs Phelps continues to pump away - determined to drain every drop from his balls so there won't be any left to mess his underpants.
She hopes the young man by her side appreciates all the effort she is making to try and help him.
She wrinkles her nose in disgust as more and more of Charlie's sperm is ejected into the dish.
Gradually the flow subsides, as does Charlie's orgasm - leaving him starkly aware of the shameful position he's in.
Dawn doubles over with laughter as Mrs Phelps squeezes the last few drips out. At least it's all gone into the dish rather than making a mess on the doctor's floor.
Charlie's penis becomes hyper-sensitive post orgasm but Mary is reluctant to let go in case it dribbles and continues to hold it over the dish.
"Would you mind awfully keeping hold of Charlie's member for a moment longer for me? I just want to be sure that he isn't in a position to revert to his previous behaviour when you take him back to school," says the doctor.
To Charlie's utter horror Dr Moore whips out a length of cord and brings it up underneath his testicles while Mrs Phelps holds his penis out of the way.
Mrs Phelps then lets go of his penis which flops down moistly while the doctor starts to wrap the cord around.
She loops it round his penis and testicles multiple times so it'll be nice and tight when she's finished. She doesn't want it to fall off, or for him to be able to remove it himself.
She takes her time - in no rush. It's important she do it properly even if it means Charlie suffering for longer.
Charlie winces as she tightens it around his genitals. It's not exactly painful but it pinches against the skin as he fidgets. He certainly won't be forgetting that it's on.
"There," says the doctor, satisfied. "I'll release it when he comes in for his regular milking. The rest of the time it will make getting an erection extremely painful and should serve as a reminder not to touch himself inappropriately."
Charlie stands there forlornly with the three women's eyes all fixed on him. The guilty pleasure of a sneaky wank will forever be denied to him and he'll have to endure the embarrassment of daily visits to the doctor. But he's knows what's expected of him, and in a voice that's barely a whisper he finally speaks: "Thank you Doctor Moore."
