Declan
Sporty lad Declan leads a carefree life. Not the brightest of boys he nonetheless tries his best to please. But whatever he does he always seems to let his mother down. It doesn't help that all he can think of is girls and when he can be alone to play with himself. His repeated trips to the toilet at school for a crafty wank haven't gone unnoticed however and his headmistress is determined to put a stop to it. He'll have to learn self-control or suffer the consequences.
Declan reluctantly makes his way home after football practice. Normally after a match he's on top of the world. But today his heart is heavy as he's been given a letter for his mother from the headmistress at school.
His bag feels like it's being weighed down with the missive - the contents of which will undoubtedly send his mother into a rage if she reads it. He drags his heels wanting to delay the inevitable ear bashing.
But maybe she doesn't have to know about it. Maybe he can tear it up and avoid being shouted out. After all - if anyone asks at school he can just say she read it and wasn't bothered.
Mrs O'Rourke is busy trying to clean the house but her mind is on other things. She worries constantly about her useless son.
Keeping the place tidy with him clumping about is no easy task. And his school reports are frankly shocking. The more she thinks about it the more she realises there is only one path for Declan given how dim he is.
She looks up to see her son walking through the door, all sweaty and covered in mud from football. She tuts to herself.
"Hi mum," says Declan as he closes the door. His mother looks at him expectantly.
But he rushes past her without another word and heads for the stairs.
"Ahem!" Coughs his mother, "And where do you think you're going young man?" Declan freezes on the stairs and turns to look at her his heart racing, all too conscious of the letter in the bottom of his bag.
"Yes? What?" He stammers. "You've forgotten to take your shoes off! I don't want muddy footprints all over my nice clean floor." Admonishes his mother.
"Oh, Of course. Sorry!" He breathes a sigh of relief. For a moment there he thought his mother might know about the letter from the school.
He pulls off one of his trainers - his sense of guilt making him unusually ready to do as he's told.
Hopping on one foot he takes off the other. He just wants to get away to the safety of his bedroom as soon as he can and destroy the incriminating document.
He makes to rush up the stairs when his mother speaks again causing him to stop short. "I believe you have something for me?" She enquires, "A letter from the headmistress?"
Feeling sick Declan fumbles in his bag. His mother shakes her head - if the school hadn't rung her to tell her he was bringing home an important letter he'd have gone straight past without saying anything!
Realising he has no choice, he hands it over to her his palms sweating. 'Now I'm for it,' he thinks to himself.
"It's probably just a begging letter - asking for money for the new science wing," he says trying desperately to put her off, "I wouldn't even bother reading it. Just chuck it in the bin."
He hurtles up the stairs in a panic hoping his mother will throw it away unread.
But Mrs O'Rourke knows her son only too well. A letter from the school means he's done something wrong again. So with a heavy heart she reads it.
What she reads makes her see red. "Declan O'Rourke you get down her right this minute!" She hollers up the stairs.
She reads the note again furious that her son should keep showing her up at school.
"What's the meaning of this?" She shouts and begins quoting from the headmistress' letter: <em>"Your son is spending too long in the boys lavatory..."</em> Declan's heart sinks.
<em>"One of the teachers went to find out what was going on and found toilet paper covered in a sticky white substance on the floor...."</em>
Declan hangs his head in shame, unable to meet his mothers angry gaze. <em>"...along with a 'lads mag' featuring naked women in a variety of sordid poses."</em>
"You've brought shame on this family!" She screams at him waving the letter around. "I've tried to raise you to be a good Christian boy. I've made you wear a chastity ring to signify that you'll keep your virginity until you're married. But you keep on misbehaving and showing me up."
"But mum," says Declan trying to sound humble, "it's really no big deal. All the boys are doing it."
But his words fail to appease her. "I think the only solution is for you to go to the seminary and join the priesthood. Taking a vow of chastity might get you back on the straight and narrow."
"Aw mum!" Wines Declan, "not that again. I've told you - I don't want to be a priest. I want to be a professional footballer." But his words fall on deaf ears.
His mother dismisses him and he slopes off upstairs utterly dejected at the thought that he might be made to give up the chance of having sex forever.
Meanwhile his older sister Aileen is having a sleepover with her friends. They try on make-up and chat about One Direction and boys. Aileen flicks though a magazine restlessly - wishing something exciting would happen.
Her friend Emily turns away from the mirror to join in the discussion about which member of the band they'd most like to have sex with.
"Well I like Harry, but you prefer Liam don't you Aileen?" Says Kelly. "How's your work experience as a nurse going?" Asks Daisy changing the subject as she lies sprawled out on the bed.
Kelly is suddenly enthusiastic. "It's really great! You get to hear all about people's problems. And you get to see men naked - with their willies out and everything!"
"I wouldn't mind seeing your bother with his willy out!" Says Emily meaningfully.
"Well my little brother has grown quite a bit recently and his cock is as big as Harry Styles'!" Replies Aileen and they all burst out laughing.
Hearing a noise from the corridor Emily springs up and rushes to the door. She's just in time to see Aileen's brother Declan heading into the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel.
Declan reaches up to adjust the height of the shower and turns it on. He's looking forward to standing under the hot spray and trying to forget his woes.
He drops his towel on the floor and climbs into the bath, testing the temperature of the water before standing under it.
It feels good to have the hot water cascading over his naked body. His mind goes back to his mother's threat to send him to become a priest. He hopes if he tries to be on his best behaviour from now on maybe he can change her mind.
"Hey you guys," says Emily excitedly coming back into the room. "I've just seen Declan going into the bathroom and he was practically naked!"
"I've got an idea. Why don't we go and spy on him? See if what Aileen says about his willy being big is true."
The others gasp at her audacity - but readily agree as they're all tantalised by the thought of seeing Declan's penis.
Declan washes himself down feeling a little better already. Damn that teacher who found the toilet paper and magazine.
It was his favourite magazine too! He starts picturing the girls in it and their voluptuous curves. How could he become a priest and give all that up?
The girls cluster outside of the bathroom door shushing each other in case he hears them. Kelly crouches down in front of the door and very slowly starts to push it open.
Declan has got out of the shower and is drying himself off, his heavy penis and testicles bobbing about in front of him. He is blissfully unaware that he is being observed.
Emily pushes the door further open so they can get a better look. They hold their breaths trying not to make a sound.
Kelly is open-mouthed - it looks like Aileen was telling the truth about her brother! The girls all admire his genitals appreciatively.
They stifle their urge to giggle. If he removed the towel now, imagine the shock he would get with them all staring at him.
But Declan is so lost in thought that he's totally oblivious to everything around him. He closes his eyes and imagines being in a room full of beautiful naked women. His penis starts to thicken at the idea.
Emily risks opening the door further still and the girls all crowd round to enjoy the view.
Well well well, it looks like Aileen's little brother isn't so little after all! They decide not to push their luck and sneak away quietly, closing the door behind them.
But seeing Declan naked has given Kelly an idea and they lie in wait to ambush him in his bedroom. "Sh!" She says, "I think I can hear him coming."
"Alright mum I'll be down in a minute," calls Declan, backing into the room. Why won't the woman leave him alone? He's got himself all worked up now and would quite like to have a quick wank before dinner.
"What the?" Before he knows what's happening the girls leap on him. He's too surprised to know how to react, not to mention outnumbered.
"Hey! Get off!" He yelps, eyes wide with fear - but the girls grab hold of him and Daisy shuts the door so they won't be heard.
"What do you want?" He asks - shocked to be surrounded by his sister and her friends. He's noticed the predatory way they look him up and down as he passes and feels very vulnerable with nothing but a small towel to cover his modesty.
But soon he doesn't even have that as Emily reaches over and grabs hold of the flimsy material and wrenches it from his grip.
The others hold his arms out of the way so he can't grab it back and Emily tosses it aside leaving him stark naked and helpless.
Declan starts to quiver wondering what these girls have in store for him. "Well haven't you grown," says Kelly mockingly. "I think we should measure you to see just how much!" The girls shriek with laughter at her suggestion. It looks like their evening is going to be a lot more fun than they expected!
Inexperienced Declan finds himself trapped and surrounded by his sister and her scheming friends. Naked and helpless he's overcome with fear. The girls shriek with laughter at the way the embarrassed boy cowers from them. They are determined to measure his penis and nothing will stop them!
Declan cowers away from his sister and her friends as Emily leans towards him. "Your sister tells me your willy is as big as Harry Styles'," she says, "so we're going to measure it and find out!"
Feeling bold, Daisy daringly flicks Declan's exposed penis.
The sharp stinging sensation makes him look down with horror as his penis flies about and slaps against his thigh.
"It doesn't look that big to me," says Emily mockingly, "but we'll see." Declan gulps. With so many girls around him he can already feel his penis twitch.
Kelly grabs a ruler and reaches across to measure his penis. He tries to shrink away from her but the other girls restrain him. "Don't fidget," she warns him.
"Now let's see," she says staring hard at his penis, "it looks to be about five and a half inches."
Declan closes his eyes and tries to fight the feelings inside him that are threatening to take over. The sound of the girls voices breaks through though and he knows he's in real danger of becoming erect.
"My my," says Kelly, "I think your brother might <em>almost</em> be as big as Harry Styles after all." Declan withers inside at being compared to the boy band member.
"Perhaps we can make it get bigger if we try?" Wonders Emily aloud and Declan starts to panic even more. If he got an erection in front of his sister's friends he'd be in serious trouble and his mother would send him to seminary for sure.
Surrounded by their laughter he struggles in their grip, his fear lending him strength.
He manages to wrench himself away from them and launches himself for his bed.
He throws himself face down, his ever-hardening penis pressed firmly into the mattress out of sight. He covers his head trying to block out their taunting.
"I think my little brother might be shy," says Aileen giggling. Kelly takes a long hard look at Declan's backside as he lies sobbing on the bed. She was just starting to enjoy herself - oh well, maybe there'll be another opportunity.
"Bye bye Declan," chorus the girls as they hurry out of his room leaving him to his misery.
Hearing the commotion upstairs Declan's mother peers round the landing. Whatever is her dreadful son up to now?
"I think your brother got a semi!" Says Daisy breathlessly as the girls make their way back to Aileen's bedroom.
The girl's words ring in Declan's mother's ears reigniting her anger. Clearly his filthy thoughts are causing problems. Well she won't stand for it!
Declan and his mother's footsteps echo loudly as they make their way to the school headmistress. Despite his protestations he couldn't stop his mother from making an appointment to discuss his "problem".
The thought of bumping into one of his classmates makes him feel sick and he stops in his tracks refusing to go any further.
"Come on young man, don't you act up. I've had enough of your nonsense already. You've brought this upon yourself." His mother wants to get the advice of Ms MacAteer - the headmistress of Our Lady Academy.
She drags him along by the arm chastising him as they go. "I won't have you embarrassing me anymore. I want to get to the bottom of this today."
Declan feels horribly uncomfortable at the thought of his privates being discussed by his mother and the headmistress. His mother knocks on the door and a loud "Enter" emanates from inside.
He swallows, fighting the urge to make a run for it and reluctantly follows his mother inside.
Ms MacAteer looks up as the two of them enter. "Ah, Mrs O'Rourke," she says greeting the woman warmly. "And Declan," she says, her tone gaining a harder edge. "Do sit down."
Declan's mother sits on the only chair available while Declan stands with his head hung by her side. He feels awkward and fidgets - wishing he were anywhere else other than here.
"So, I hear my son has got himself into trouble again," says Mrs O'Rourke. "I'm afraid so," says the headmistress.
"I have had reports of Declan spending longer than the maximum two minutes per visit to the boys' toilet. The last time a teacher went in afterwards there was evidence of misbehaviour."
"I see," says Declan's mother, "please continue." Declan wishes she would just stop now. Hearing his misdemeanours read out loud like this fills him with shame.
"I can barely bring myself to describe it," says Ms MacAteer in disgust. "They found tissue paper covered with your son's filth and a copy of a magazine of an adult nature in the bin. It had a lascivious picture of a woman on the cover in her underwear!"
The women fall silent, both shocked by Declan's appalling behaviour. After a while Ms MacAteer speaks up: "As you can imagine, this cannot be allowed to continue. I wonder if perhaps he has gone through some late puberty and modern society is corrupting him?"
The women completely ignore him as they openly discuss his faults - as though he weren't there. "If his penis is larger than when recorded at the medical last year that would be a sign - we should check," says the headmistress. "What?" Says Declan, "No way!"
"Don't you speak unless spoken to. You're in enough trouble as it is. We'll have to get you undressed so we can examine you." Declan cannot believe what he's hearing.
Surely this isn't necessary. He was only having a wank in the toilets. But his mother is determined to get her son back on the straight and narrow whatever the cost.
She pulls off his blazer and an angry Declan stands there silently fuming. But the fear of a life of chastity as a priest stops him from putting up resistance.
She unbuttons and whips off his shirt. He can feel the headmistress watching him keenly. It's so humiliating to be stripped by his own mother in front of Ms MacAteer like this.
He just hopes the examination will be brief and then they'll let him go. The thought of being naked any longer than necessary fills him with dread.
He looks away as he feels her unbuckling his belt and unzipping his fly. He tries to dismiss another horrifying thought that enters his head. What if his wayward organ starts to play up again?
His mother instructs him to step out of his trousers and he does so as slowly as possible trying to delay the inevitable.
"Hurry up!" Chides his mother impatiently. It feels like her son is doing everything he can to show her up.
He stands uncomfortably in just his white underpants with his mother and Ms MacAteer in front of him. He can hear the noise of other students talking as they walk past the room and is only too aware that someone could come bursting in at any moment.
His mother tuts and grabs hold of the waistband of his underwear. If he isn't going to take them down then she will do it herself.
She pulls his underpants down and he's powerless to stop her.
His penis and testicles come spilling out into view and he can feel a cold draught round his privates.
His penis bounces around before finally coming to a standstill. Declan is both angry at being treated like this and ashamed that his genitals are to be shown off and inspected.
"Hmm, let's have a look shall we," says the headmistress adjusting her glasses. She leans forward and Declan starts to feel that all too familiar tingling sensation deep down.
She gets closer and closer to his exposed penis and he can feel her warm breath on his skin. 'I must not get hard. I must not get hard,' he thinks to himself over and over again. But it takes so little to get the hormonal young lad aroused he's not sure he'll be able to control himself.
A naked and quivering Declan stands in the headmistress' office with his mother and Ms MacAteer openly discussing his genitals. He tries desperately to fight his natural urges - which are the cause of all his problems. It's so humiliating for a lad of his age to have his mum present at such an intimate examination. But he has no choice - the threat of what will happen if he refuses is enough to keep him firmly in check.
"Are you happy for me to handle your son's penis?" Asks Ms MacAteer, "It's the quickest way to determine if there is a problem."
"Of course, be my guest," replies Declan's mother, "anything you feel is necessary to get this sorted out." Declan feels wretched at the way his own mother agrees so readily - doesn't she know how uncomfortable he is?
But neither woman are the slightest bit concerned about his feelings. They are trying to stop an unruly young man from brining disgrace to the school. Ms MacAteer reaches in to take hold of Declan's exposed penis.
He gulps as she takes the tip in her thumb and forefinger. Just seeing her hand on his tool starts to get him excited but he knows he must try to stop himself from becoming erect.
She lifts his penis up delicately and peers closely at it. He already finds himself starting to respond.
"Hmmm," she says thoughtfully as she examines it. It takes very little for Declan to become hard - even his feelings of discomfort at the situation aren't enough to stop it.
She lets it go and the heavy organ flops down before bouncing up again. Even this just serves to heighten his arousal.
"I see," says the headmistress - giving nothing away. Declan cannot help but think she must be aware that his penis is getting harder. His only hope is that she judges it to be the same length as when it was last measured.
She bats it up and down using the palm of her hand and also weighs his testicles to check their fullness. Declan holds his breath and he and his mother await her verdict.
Eventually she stands up looking pensive. Declan looks down and even he can see that his penis is larger than when the woman started her examination.
"I'm afraid to say that Declan's penis is far thicker and longer than previously recorded," says Ms MacAteer with a sigh. "Worse still, it seems to grow of its own accord!"
"Now what can we do about it?" She wonders aloud to herself as she returns to her desk. Meanwhile Declan's mother gives him a hard look for showing her up in front of the headmistress.
Ms MacAteer and Declan's mother sit down to discuss him. He stands there still stark naked and shivering waiting to be given permission to get dressed.
"There must be something we can do!" Says his mother exasperatedly. "We cannot allow this sort of behaviour to continue."
"There is one possibility. There is a doctor who specialises in immoral behaviour." The woman turns to her computer to look up the details.
"Here we are," she says, "Dr Heinz is her name. She used to be a nun you know! She's had great success with problem boys like your son."
"I'll give you her number so you can make an appointment." Ms MacAteer scribbles down the contact number, glad to be able to provide assistance to the woman who is clearly distressed by her son's appalling behaviour.
"Here you go. I'm sure Dr Heinz can help with your problem. She's never failed yet to bring a young man under control." Declan's mother thanks her profusely glad to have a solution.
Mrs O'Rourke has managed to get an appointment at Dr Heinz's busy surgery. Such is the call for her services that there is already another patient waiting in reception.
Declan's mother smiles and greets the receptionist as she leads him in. He doesn't want to be here but his mother mentioned the seminary once again and he knows she's serious.
He glances at the nearly naked boy stood waiting and immediately looks down. He recognises him as Patrick from the year below him and wonders why he's here.
His mother acknowledges Patrick's mother Mrs O'Connell - and acquaintance of hers. Declan hangs his head in shame. He'd hoped there would be no one else there. Now news of his problem will be spread amongst all the mums in the school.
Declan and his mother take a seat. Mrs O'Connell stares openly at him. He tries to feign nonchalance but deep inside is incredibly nervous. Patrick glances over at him, feeling some sympathy as he knows what's in store for him.
Declan's mother wonders what Patrick has done to end up here. She'll give Mrs O'Connell a call later so they can exchange ideas about their sons. Declan closes his eyes and tries to steady his nerves.
He jumps with a start as a stern looking woman comes briskly into the waiting room. "Mrs O'Connell?" She asks, "Here with your son Patrick?" Her tone is hard and efficient and devoid of any sympathy.
"Oh hello doctor," says Mrs O'Connell, "thank you for seeing us at such short notice. I'm afraid he's been at it again." Dr Heinz looks from her to Patrick - it seems the lad hasn't been following her strict instructions.
Dr Heinz is very busy so she decides to examine Patrick right there in the waiting room. She reaches over and grabs the waistband of his underpants, yanking them sharply so she can see the contents.
"His testicles are the size of lemons," she says loudly, making Patrick wither inside. His mother looks concerned. She tries to follow the doctor's guidance but cannot watch her son 24 hours a day.
Dr Heinz lets the material ping back. "I have no time to milk them today," she says harshly, "he must come back in a week's time."
"In the meantime I will install a chastity device on him to keep him from self-abuse. Follow me," she says and marches off.
"The next patient will have to be seen by the nurse while I deal with this," says the doctor as she leaves, followed by a glum looking Patrick and his mother. "Right o!" Says the receptionist before turning back to her work.
Declan is shocked by the way the stern looking doctor treated poor Patrick in front of them all. Still, at least it seems he'll be seen by a nurse which seems preferable to the scary Dr Heinz. "Ah," says his mother, "here's someone now."
Kelly walks into the reception area and is surprised to see Declan sat there. 'Well, well, well,' she thinks to herself, 'another opportunity to have some fun with Aileen's <em>little</em> brother.'
"Oh look, It's that friend of your sister's, Kelly," says Mrs O'Rourke. Declan looks fearfully at her. Oh no - not Aileen's evil friend!
"Hello Mrs O'Rourke," says Kelly warmly, "fancy seeing you here. I'm doing work experience as a nurse. It's fantastic!"
Declan looks away, unable to make eye contact. "Hello Kelly dear," says his mother, "I hope you'll be able to help me get Declan here fixed so he doesn't keep on embarrassing me."
"Of course. Dr Heinz has been training me. I'll be able to get started on the initial tests until she's available," says Kelly trying to come across as serious and mature to hide her excitement.
"This way please," she says and heads off to one of the rooms. Mrs O'Rourke encourages a recalcitrant Declan to get up and they follow the young woman.
Kelly leads them into the examination room. She cannot believe her luck. She thoroughly enjoyed stripping Declan and measuring his penis - now it looks like she'll get the chance to do it all again!
Declan and his mother are right behind her, although Declan hangs back fearful of what's about to come. He cannot believe that Kelly is to have a part in his examination. She'll no doubt tell Aileen and all her other friends all about it!
He looks suspiciously at Kelly as she picks up a clipboard and pen and walks around him. He doesn't trust her one bit. Surely she's not qualified to do this?
She openly looks him up and down making him squirm. His mother is completely oblivious to what's going on - she's just pleased that this young lady seems to know what she's doing.
"Your son will have to take his clothes off now," says Kelly, addressing Mrs O'Rourke and ignoring Declan completely. Declan stands with his hands firmly in his pockets wondering if he dare refuse.
"Declan!" Says his mother warningly and he reluctantly starts to unbutton his blazer. He decides to take his time hoping a real nurse will appear and relieve Kelly so he doesn't have to undergo the embarrassment of being naked in front of her again.
"I'm so pleased to see a young person taking advantage of such a great opportunity," says Mrs O'Rourke to Kelly.
"Too many youngsters like my son here, sit around idly. I'm sure that's a big part of Declan's problem. He doesn't apply himself." Kelly tries hard to keep a straight face and looks away as the woman heaps praise on her.
"You must be learning an awful lot from your work experience here at the clinic." Declan's mother continues while Kelly tidies away his blazer. Declan wishes she would just shut up.
"Tell me," says Mrs O'Rourke, "have you dealt with a lot of young men like my son? Are all of them cured?"
"The headmistress at my son's school seems to think Dr Heinz can sort him out but I'm at the end of my tether!"
"Don't you worry Mrs O'Rourke," says Kelly sweetly, "we'll soon put a stop to your son's immoral behaviour." Declan doesn't like the sound of that. Just what is it that they do at this clinic to boys like him?
"Dr Heinz has dealt with far worse cases than your son here," she continues, "Every mother that comes here goes away satisfied. That is, as long as she's prepared to follow the doctor's instructions to the letter."
Declan slowly slides down his trousers becoming more alarmed by the minute. He still remembers the look of fear on Patrick's face when the doctor appeared.
Kelly tuts impatiently as Declan dawdles with taking off his trousers. But at least he's finally down to his underpants.
"Right then, let's get these off you shall we?" Says Kelly approaching him. Declan covers himself up defensively. The last thing he wants is a pretty girl like Kelly anywhere near his privates.
"Don't be shy now," she says, "I can hardly examine you with these on can I?" Declan starts to panic. After all he's already been through, if he gets an erection again his mother will go ballistic!
Dr Heinz's surgery is a scary place for young Declan O'Rourke. But even here he is in constant danger of springing an erection. He just wants to get the examination over and done with so he can go home. But with the doctor otherwise occupied, it falls to Kelly to make a start. First things first, he must be stripped of his underwear so she can check over his naked body.
Declan stands stock still, frozen to the spot with fear as Kelly takes hold of the waistband of his underpants and starts pulling them down.
He feels totally powerless to stop her but worries that even with his mother present he won't be able to control himself.
Kelly seems to be taking her time almost as though she were enjoying herself. It's agony for Declan who can already feel his penis start to twitch in the presence of the confident young woman.
He does his best to cover his privates with his hand - but his heavy penis and testicles keep spilling out. He looks round fearfully as Kelly snaps on a pair of rubber gloves. "Up on the table, quickly now!" She instructs.
Declan does as he is told, aware that his mother would have something to say if he refused. He keeps a wary eye on Kelly and tries to maintain some dignity even in such a compromising position.
But Kelly insists he remove his hands so reluctantly he rests them by his sides. The nurse switches on a powerful light so she can see what she is doing and Declan can feel the heat on his exposed genitals.
"I'm going to check your son over now, is that OK?" Asks Kelly sweetly. To his chagrin his mother gives her consent straight away. Surely they should wait for a qualified professional?
Kelly reaches down and takes hold of his penis in her fingers. He breathes in sharply and holds his breath. It would be disastrous if he were to become aroused now.
Kelly lets it flop back down and writes something down on her clipboard. He wishes he could see what she is writing but it's impossible.
"I shall now measure your son's penis so we can monitor it," continues Kelly. Again she addresses his mother, ignoring him completely like he weren't even there.
He winces as she fiddles with his penis trying to get it to lie straight so she can take a measurement. But her delicate touch only serves to stimulate him more.
She tries to get an accurate reading by his penis keeps twitching and moving around making it very difficult.
She stares at Declan accusingly: "Can you as least try to control yourself for five minutes while I do my exam?" She asks. His mother tuts with annoyance. Even now he's showing her up!
Kelly has a feel of his testicles to see how full they are. It appears to her that he has been masturbating recently and his genital organs are overly sensitive to her touch.
Just then the door flies open and Dr Heinz struts in. Declan isn't sure if he's relieved or not. She seems very fierce. But he would prefer her to examine him rather than Kelly.
"How are you getting on?" The doctor asks Kelly. "What are your findings? He looks like a bad case to me."
"The testicles are very full," says Kelly - keen to prove herself to Dr Heinz, "that suggests chronic over use."
"A very interesting case - I hope we can help him doctor!" The doctor is very pleased with Kelly and praises her diligence before turning to address Mrs O'Rourke.
"From now on you'll need to strictly supervise your son to ban masturbation. I will also be telling the school so the teachers can keep an eye on him there."
"Whatever you think is best doctor. I'll do whatever you say." His mother's words make Declan groan inwardly. Is he to be allowed no privacy?
"Then once a fortnight, no more, no less, Declan will have to visit the clinic where his testicles will be examined. "
Declan cannot believe what he is hearing. It sounds appalling! But Dr Heinz is far from finished. "A programme of gradually weaning Declan off masturbation will take place. Initially once a fortnight and then at progressively lower frequencies, he will be milked."
She turns to look at him to drive home her most important message: "It will <em>NOT</em> be pleasurable for him so gradually he will get out of the disgusting habit." Declan's mother agrees fully.
"Stand up!" The doctor instructs and a crushed Declan does as he's told. "To make your life easier Mrs O'Rourke, his bath time and visits to the toilet can be supervised by your daughter or family friends if you are not available." Kelly smiles to herself - she must make sure she visits Aileen more often!
"Get dressed!" She barks at the quaking lad and Declan scrambles to grab his underpants so he can put them back on.
The shock as the implication of her words sinks in makes him uncoordinated and he nearly loses his balance with his haste to get covered up.
Even so, his errant organ seems to have a mind of its own and dangles in front of him heavily. He can hear Kelly sniggering behind him and realises that she may well be one of the "family friends" that is charged with supervising him. The thought makes his blood run cold.
In the end he has to stretch his underpants in order to get his semi-erect penis safely back inside. He's aware that the doctor is watching him impatiently and hurries up. The last thing he wants to do is get on the wrong side of her.
Although relieved at finally covering up his privates he cannot forget that he'll be required to strip off regularly when he visits the clinic. He hopes that next time his mother won't accompany him as that just makes it all the more embarrassing.
He struggles on with his trousers. Perhaps if he can talk to the doctor alone he can persuade her that her harsh measures aren't necessary. The thought of being banned from masturbation makes him inconsolable.
Doing up his fly makes him feel a little more secure. It feels so unjust that he be punished so severely. All his friends wank - what's the big deal?
Still, he supposes that it's a better option than being made to become a priest and give up any chance of having sex forever. He shudders at the thought.
His mother stands up as he puts his blazer on, having had enough of waiting while he dawdles about. She hopes the doctor's methods will work on her wilful son.
She practically drags a traumatised Declan from the room determined that she'll follow the doctor's instructions to the letter.
Declan catches the bus to the doctor's. He's been on edge for the whole journey - the anticipation of what he's about to endure shattering his nerves. There are already two housewives waiting in reception - one of them peers at him over her magazine.
"Hello," he mumbles softly, trying to ensure only the receptionist can hear him, "my name's Declan O'Rourke. I'm here to see Dr Heinz."
"Ah yes - Master O'Rourke," says the receptionist loudly, tuting with disgust when she sees what he is there for. "I see you have trouble controlling your erections." Declan withers as her booming voice carries around the room.
"Undress then go and stand over there at the side," she points without bothering to look at him. Young men like him need good firm discipline in her opinion.
Declan hears one of the woman stifle a laugh and realises they heard everything. Gloomily he unbuttons his shirt. It looks like this is going to be even worse than he thought.
As he takes his shirt off he can almost feel the woman's eyes boring into him with undisguised interest.
His nervousness makes him sweat and he feels all hot and sticky as he starts to strip off. He wasn't expecting to have to do it in front of strangers.
"Look over there," says one of the women in a whisper loud enough for Declan to hear. "Isn't that Mrs O'Rourke's son Declan?"
"Yes it is," says the other woman, "I'd heard he was causing her problems. I'll give her a call later - see if there's anything I can do to help." They aren't too subtle as they talk about him making Declan feel even more humiliated.
"I heard the receptionist say he has trouble controlling his erections. He looks the sort doesn't he." The women have no compunction about discussing the young lad stood just a few feet away from them.
"I've heard about this sort of thing before from Mrs O'Connell - she had all sorts of trouble with her son Patrick. If he were my son I'd have given him a good thrashing to sort him out." Declan feels very small indeed with the two women gossiping behind him.
They pause to consider poor Mrs O'Connell and Mrs O'Rourke, one of them never taking her eyes of Declan. Having stripped to his underpants he neatly folds his clothes into a pile and is about to take them with him.
But before he can do so the receptionist leaps from her desk and grabs the whole lot from his hands. She whisks them away down the corridor leaving Declan stunned.
He sees her bundle them into a cupboard and lock them away. Oh no! Now he has nothing but a flimsy pair of underpants to cover himself.
She returns to her desk and scowls at him. He backs away from her to stand in the corner where she indicated doing his best not to make eye contact with the two women sat down opposite.
He leans by the wall apprehensively. He can see the women staring at him from the corner of his eye and tenses up. His mother, sister, her friends and the teachers at school haven't left his side - he hasn't been allowed to wank for a whole month. And now he can feel those tell-tale stirrings in his groin that have already got him into so much trouble.
Declan wasn't expecting to have to strip down to his underpants and stand there in the busy waiting room of the doctor's surgery. But the fierce receptionist doesn't seem like the kind of woman to cross. He is aware of two housewives from the village openly staring at him and is becoming increasingly tense. As the minutes tick by his nervousness increases - where is the doctor? Why is she making him wait like this?
Declan keeps his head down, not wanting to risk accidentally catching the eyes of the two older women sat opposite him. He notices a pile of magazines - one of those will give him something to hide his face behind.
They are women's magazines but he doesn't care. At least it will help take his mind off his predicament. He reaches to pick one up.
But the receptionist is having none of it. "Put that down!" She bellows, "those magazines are not for boys <em>like you!</em>"
He leaps back from the magazines in shock, a wounded look on his face. What does she mean by boys like him? He hears one of the other women snigger and it makes his flesh crawl.
He resumes his position wondering what is keeping the doctor. He feels horribly exposed stood like this and wishes the two women sat down would stop staring.
"Look at it!" Says one, nudging her friend. Declan is horrified - they are looking right at his crotch!
He starts to sweat. He's convinced they can see the outline of his penis through his underpants. He closes his eyes - alarmed that their unwanted attention may cause him to become aroused.
"Disgusting!" Continues the woman - no longer even trying to keep her voice down. "It shouldn't be allowed." Declan finds it impossible to ignore them. His balls ache so much as they are overfilled with semen due to the doctor's strict regime of no masturbation.
He tries not to look at them. Even though they are ugly old hags he is sure he'll spring a boner. But he cannot help himself - he just cannot resist sneaking a glance.
One of the women looks knowingly at him as if she can read his thoughts. He can see her crossing and uncrossing her legs out of the corner of his eye. Even just the brief glimpse of her pale white flesh sets him off.
It happens again. He becomes erect with his penis stretching the fabric of his underwear. His face colours with embarrassment - he's well aware that everyone can see it.
The housewives giggle behind their magazines never taking their eyes off him. They are pleased that it's neither of their sons that is stood in the doctor's waiting room with an uncontrollable erection.
At that moment Declan stiffens - he hears footsteps and Dr Heinz appears from the corridor.
She takes in the sight in front of her with disgust. "I see you're still no better at controlling yourself," she says disdainfully.
"I can't say I'm surprised. You're clearly a very selfish young man. I can see we have a lot of work to do to sort you out." With that she walks off beckoning him to follow.
Feeling wretched he slopes off behind her becoming increasingly apprehensive about what the 'milking' will be like.
The housewives' snorts of derision follow him as he leaves the waiting area. He knows that his erection problem and visit to the clinic will be common knowledge around the village by the end of the day.
And things don't get any better when he enters the surgery. Kelly is there grinning mischievously. He was hoping she wouldn't be in today and there would be no one else around to witness his humiliation.
"Stand over there," says the doctor abruptly. She has no time to waste on silly young men who cannot control themselves. Declan does as he is told, his throbbing erection uncomfortable in the confines of his underpants.
"Shall I remove his underwear?" Asks Kelly helpfully. Declan looks at her fearfully. The last thing he wants is a pretty young woman anywhere near his privates given the state he is in.
But the doctor gives her assent and Kelly moves in to grab hold of the flimsy material that is all that's offering his engorged penis and heavy testicles cover.
He is helpless to resist as she starts to pull on them, slowly but inexorably sliding them down his legs.
Soon she has them all the way down and his erection bounces out into view. The doctor looks closely at it - it's worse than she thought!
He reaches down to pick his underwear up, wanting to keep it close by him ready to put back on. But Kelly has other plans. "Give them to me," she insists.
He hands them over even more worried now. What could she possibly want with them? He tries to hold his penis down with his other hand but it seems to have a mind of its own.
"I will inspect your underpants for signs of penile leakage or masturbation using a special sperm detection light," she says, relishing making him even more uncomfortable.
"This will tell us if you've been following the doctor's instructions as prescribed. There's no hiding anything from us!"
She holds his underpants and starts shining the light up and down them, checking them over thoroughly.
As she does so, small patches start to glow brightly. "There are stains on his pants doctor," says Kelly seriously, "that proves he has been having forbidden thoughts and selfishly indulging in penile engorgement."
The news angers the doctor even more and she tells Declan off sharply. "After all the effort your mother made to bring you here you still disobeyed my strict instructions. I've a good mind to throw you out on the street right now!"
Declan panics but the doctor decides to give him a reprieve - she'll examine his penis and administer the milking then see if he starts to show signs of improvement.
She grabs hold of his penis and pulls it about, peering closely at it. "What do you think about when you touch your penis?" She asks intrusively. Declan mumbles a reply, deeply embarrassed by her question. "Erm? Girls and stuff?"
"How long do you take to clean it?" She carries on, disregarding the look of horror on his face. "Do you roll the foreskin all the way back while you shower?"
"You do know that looking at girls innocently wearing short skirts is wrong?" Declan wishes the ground would open up and swallow him whole. Kelly smirks - enjoying his pained expression. "And those lad's magazines you like to look at are even worse!"
"I think we'd better proceed with the milking," she continues noticing his penis seems to be responding to the mere mention of skirts, "hopefully that will help you to contain yourself."
She sits down next to him and regards his throbbing member. There is a certain satisfaction to be had in teaching young men to better control themselves. And she's determined that by the time she's finished with Declan he'll no longer go about springing erections all over the place.
He gasps as the takes hold of his penis in her rubber-gloved hand and starts to masturbate him.
His penis responds immediately and part of him feels a sense of relief that his heavy testicles are soon to be drained of their semen. Trying to contain himself for so long has proved to be a strain.
At the same time, it is totally unlike the intensely pleasurable experience when he wanks himself.
This feels unpleasant somehow. Wrong. And he finds himself trying to resist the doctor's practiced ministrations.
He can see Kelly smirk as she stands right next to him, watching his discomfort with satisfaction. Seeing her friend's brother humiliated like this is a huge source of amusement for her. She can't wait to describe it in great detail to the others later.
Declan watches as the older woman strokes his penis, a battle raging in his mind between his desire for release and indignation at being milked like some animal.
He feels himself getting hotter as the woman works on him. He'd often fantasised about being wanked off by a mature woman but in his dreams it was nothing like this. This is debasing.
The doctor looks up at him exasperated. She wishes he would just hurry up - he's wasting her precious time!
"You're not even trying are you?" She asks him getting irritated. "Well I have better things to do than masturbate selfish perverts like you."
She stands up abruptly and walks over to the corner. Declan realises he is in trouble and looks to Kelly - but she has no more of an idea of what the doctor intends than he does.
She comes back with something in her hand. She knows how to punish naughty young men who disobey her. "Hold out your palm," she orders.
Declan very reluctantly raises his hands - he can now see what she holds in her hand and it makes him shake with fear. It seems that it's not just emotional discomfort he's going to experience here today. The doctor has decided that physical pain is what he needs to teach him a lesson.
Despite becoming aroused at the drop of a hat, Declan finds the process of being 'milked' so demeaning that he finds himself resisting the urge to cum. He feels under immense pressure - especially with his sister's friend Kelly sniggering and watching him intently. But Dr Heinz has had enough and decides that the resistant young lad needs something to remind him of just who's in charge.
Declan quakes as he sees Dr Heinz raise a thick leather belt high in the air. He has no choice but to hold out his hands as she instructed - even though he knows it's going to hurt like hell.
The doctor brings it down hard against his upturned palms with a loud thwack. It hurts even more than Declan thought it would.
He grits his teeth, trying hard not to cry from the shock and humiliation of it. But he's determined not to show weakness in front of Kelly - that would just make her even more unbearable!
He looks fearfully as the doctor makes to strike him again. His palms already sting from the last blow and he's not sure how much of this he'll be able to take.
If anything the pain is even worse this time. He tries to prepare himself for it, but cannot help but let out a muffled cry.
Kelly winces at the sound of leather against skin but has to suppress her urge to laugh - seeing Declan beaten like a naughty little schoolboy.
Dr Heinz evaluates her handiwork. His palms are reddened by her strokes, but she feels it's not enough for the lad who seems determined to disobey her.
"Turn around and bend over the table," she demands. Declan can't believe how harsh she's being - it's not his fault that he couldn't cum as quickly as she wanted.
He thinks momentarily about disobeying her. But the thought of his mother's punishment if he does stops him and reluctantly he does as he's told.
He can feel a cool draft on his exposed buttocks giving him goose bumps. He feels horribly vulnerable in this position and hopes she'll be more restrained when slapping his tender bottom.
But Dr Heinz has no such consideration. She wants this errant young man to remember what happens to boys who waste her time!
So she uses all her strength to bring the leather belt hard against his unprotected backside.
He arches his back in pain - the urge to burst into tears almost overwhelming. It feels so unfair to be struck like this but the doctor has complete authority over him.
The doctor doesn't let up with her barrage of blows. Her time is very precious and she's determined he'll learn not to waste it in future.
Each slap hurts a little more than the last and his buttocks develop a pink glow.
Kelly is loving every minute of it. She's just disappointed that the doctor hasn't asked her to have a go. His sister Aileen is going to love it when she hears about this!
"Now let that be a lesson to you. We shall now resume the milking. No more messing around." The doctor speaks harshly then takes her seat to continue the process of draining Declan's testicles of sperm.
She looks up at him threateningly as she grasps his penis in her hand and starts to stroke him.
Like before, it feels totally wrong for this to be being done - but once again his penis quickly responds - despite his backside throbbing painfully.
He becomes erect almost at once and his balls start to ache for release. The doctor's technique is carefully designed to extract sperm whilst providing as little pleasure for the recipient as possible.
Her aim is simply to empty the lad's testicles so she's quite rough with him - her impatience making her even rougher than before.
Declan is very quickly overwhelmed by sensation as the doctor works on his penis. He is very close to climaxing and this time doesn't try to fight it.
His penis is hard as a rock in Dr Heinz's grip eliciting a soft moan from Declan as she strokes it harder and faster.
Before he knows what's happening an intense feeling washes over him as the orgasm takes over and a dribble of semen issues from the tip of his penis.
This is quickly followed by a thick strand of the stuff. "What the?" Questions the doctor.
The boy had given her no warning this was about to happen! Another jet of sperm shoots from the end.
"No!" She hisses through clenched teeth but it's too late. Declan cannot stop now and ejaculates freely.
"You stupid boy!" She cries, trying to push his throbbing organ away from her so as not to get his filth on her clothing.
But it's like she's trying to control a wild animal as it wriggles around in her grip, all the while more and more semen is ejected. "You disgusting little... Why you nasty, dirty..." Dr Heinz is so angry that she's momentarily lost for words.
"YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO SAY WHEN THIS IS GOING TO HAPPEN SO I CAN CATCH IT IN A CUP!" She bellows - infuriated at the inconsiderate boy. Declan knows he's in trouble but there is nothing he can do to stop the semen from flooding out.
"YOU'VE SOILED MY FLOOR WITH ALL YOUR DISGUSTING MESS!" Finally the torrent subsides and Declan breaths out slowly - exhausted. Kelly bursts out laughing at the spectacle.
Dr Heinz stands up and stares Declan in the face. "You ANIMAL! I can't possibly see other patients in this room now."
"Your mother gave me full authority to discipline you if I see fit - so discipline you I shall!"
With that, and before Declan can react, she raises her hand to slap him full in the face.
Her anger makes her strike him hard and her blow nearly knocks him of his feet.
He's never experienced anything so painful in his life and barely manages to keep his balance. Dr Heinz still cannot believe the lack of consideration of this appalling boy.
"Dr Heinz," says Kelly in her most ingratiating voice, "since he made all this mess, it's only fair that he clears it up." The doctor readily agrees.
Kelly flings an old towel at Declan who instinctively winces after all the painful punishment he's received.
He manages to grab hold of it as the doctor barks at him: "Get on your hands and knees and wipe all your filth up."
He looks down at the semen spattered all over the floor, clutching the towel like a security blanket - suddenly reduced to a frightened boy by the doctor's harshness. He can feel her watching him and knows what he must do.
Nearly in tears he crouches down on the floor to try his best to mop up the sticky white substance.
He is totally traumatised by his experience. The doctor was right - he certainly got no pleasure from <em>that</em> orgasm. He kneels uncomfortably and starts scrubbing with the towel as the doctor marches past him still very cross with him for messing up her floor.
He sobs pitifully feeling ashamed and humiliated. He hopes desperately that the doctor won't tell his mother - otherwise she'll be sure to punish him herself.
Kelly looms over him, a big grin on her face as she watches the lowly lad try to clear the mess up. He can hear her laugh openly at him and it makes him feel even worse.
"Oh Declan," she says mockingly, "look at what you've done! Your mother is going to be so cross when I tell her about it. And remember - this is only your first visit to the clinic. You'll be back here in a fortnight!" Declan is crushed - the thought of having to go through all this again too much to bear.
Some months have passed since Declan's first milking session at the clinic when he spilled his seed all over the floor in front of his sister's giggling friend Kelly. The sense of humiliation at having to crawl around on his hands and knees to clear it up is still with him. Although he now only has to visit Dr Heinz every three months, he is still followed around by his sister or one of her friends at all times. When they aren't available his mother keeps him close to her to prevent the possibility of a relapse.
Outside a posh suburban house young Patrick O'Connell is doing some chores. As it's quite chilly today his mother has generously allowed him to wear underpants. But he shivers as he remembers being made to work out here stark naked.
Already today a group of schoolgirls has stopped to laugh and point at him. He never gets used to the sense of shame at being on display like this. He tries to focus on the task in hand and doesn't notice Declan and his mother approaching.
When Declan's mother told him she was going to tea with some of the other mums he had hoped he might at last get some time alone. But she still doesn't trust him and drags him along with her.
He's been warned about showing her up in front of her friends. He's dreading meeting them, knowing that his mother has discussed his "problem" and subsequent treatment with them in great detail.
"Oh look," says his mother, "there's Patrick. He's a good boy - always working hard. Does everything his mother tells him without arguing." Declan glances over at the boy from his school - grateful he hasn't had to expose his naked body in such a public manner.
Patrick ignores them completely as they walk past, busying himself with the task at hand. Declan feels sorry for him - it must be dreadfully humiliating to have to work in just your underwear like that!
Declan's mother is pleased with his progress but is still determined to keep an eye on him - at least until Dr Heinz says otherwise. At least the frequency she's had to wash his bed sheets has gone down. And they're getting through far less tissue paper these days.
Declan walks as slowly as he can getting more and more nervous as they approach the house. He still finds female company intimidating and is paranoid that he'll get overwhelmed and his willy will start to play up again.
He stops short as his mother reaches for the bell. He feels like making a run for it. But his mother has made it quite clear this is his last chance. If this treatment doesn't work then he'll be sent away to become a priest.
Mrs O'Connell opens the door to her friend and her son. She does enjoy these little get-togethers with the other women when they can discuss their children.
She glances over at her son to make sure he's still working hard. She deliberately set him to work knowing his presence would impress Mrs O'Rourke.
Declan swallows as the woman appears in the doorway. He hangs back as his mother smiles and steps forward to meet the hostess.
They greet each other warmly. Mothers of wilful young men must stick together and support each other.
"I love your top!" Gushes Mrs O'Connell. "Do come in - it's freezing out there. The others are already here."
Declan dithers on the threshold. He really doesn't want to go inside and have to face the other women's gazes. Perhaps he can persuade his mother that it's safe for him to go home on his own.
"Don't dawdle Declan, get inside so I can close the door before all the heat gets out," says Mrs O'Connell impatiently. It seems her friend's son is every bit as wayward as she has said.
Reluctantly he follows the women inside. As he closes the door he looks over at the lonely figure of Patrick still busily clipping the hedge wearing nothing but a small pair of pants.
"It's so good to see you," says Mrs O'Connell to Declan's mother. "Here, let me take your coat."
As she hangs it up, Declan's mother turns to him. "You can stay here in the hall. I don't want you cluttering up the place."
Declan is hugely relieved. It looks like he won't have to face the quizzical looks of the assembled women after all. "You can read your bible stories to keep yourself busy," his mother says - a slight warning in her tone.
They depart leaving Declan alone at last. He knows if he makes a sound the women will hear and he'll be in a lot of trouble. But standing here is going to be so boring.
He opens the book his mother made him bring and starts reading. It's better than nothing and his mother will most likely test him on their way home. To think that a few months ago he was enjoying a very different type of reading matter.
"Hello! Hello!" Says Mrs O'Rourke as she walks into the living room. Mrs Brown and Mrs Aherne are seated with their cups of tea and return her greeting.
She makes herself comfortable. "Don't mind if I do!" She answers in response to Mrs O'Connell's offer of a refreshing cup of tea.
The women chatter and catch up on all the gossip while Mrs O'Connell pours. It's been several weeks since they last met and there is lots to talk about.
They've all had problems with their sons' behaviour and it helps to be able to talk about it in a sympathetic environment. They all agree that boys need very strict handling if they are to be controlled.
"If you ask me, modern society is to blame," says Mrs Brown passionately and the other women all agree.
"It's those video games they insist on playing. Running around shooting each other. And one of them even has a woman exposing her breasts! It's no wonder the youth of today has become corrupted." Mrs O'Rourke listens with interest, mentally adding computer games to the list of things Declan isn't allowed to do.
"And have you heard that dreadful hippity-hop music they listen to these days? Full of the most dreadful language. I've banned all music except for hymns in our house." Declan's mother thinks the woman is talking a lot of sense.
"I blame 'Lad's Mags'," says Mrs O'Rourke joining in the discussion, "proselytising lascivious thoughts." She shakes her head, frustrated that there is just so much temptation out there for lads like her son.
"Those tablet computer thingies and that internet is just as bad. The things you can find on it! I'm sure that's what got my Patrick into so much trouble," says Mrs O'Connell wistfully.
"Something should be done about it," says Declan's mother determinedly. "All the trouble my Declan has put me through you wouldn't believe."
"Still," she says calming down a little, "that nice Doctor Heinz is a miracle worker. It's been tough, but following her instructions seems to be doing the trick."
"She worked wonders with my Patrick," agrees Mrs O'Connell. "I forbid any touching of his own genitals and insist on being present at his milking - once a month whether he needs it or not."
"His penis has shrunk back down as a result and the bothersome thing no longer sticks out creating an embarrassing bulge in his trousers." The women are all suitably impressed.
"Hmmm, I wonder if Declan's penis is normal?" Thinks Mrs O'Rourke out loud. "Perhaps we should take a look."
"DECLAN!" She calls out loudly. "Come in here at once. The ladies want to see you."
Despite his reservations, Declan knows better than to refuse and comes in immediately. He stands there feeling uncomfortable with the women all watching him keenly. Why has his mother called him in? What has he done now?
"Take your clothes off," says his mother, "we're going to check you over." She's oblivious to his discomfort and the clear fact that the last thing he wants to do is undress in front of her friends.
"Aw mum!" He starts to protest but his mum cuts him short. She won't have him embarrassing her in front of the other mums.
"None of your cheek young man, you just do as you're told." He can tell it wouldn't be wise to cross her and realises that he has no option but to obey.
Almost in tears he starts to unbutton his blazer. He feels awkward and on display stood in the living room full of his mother's female friends.
They stare at him openly not at all concerned with his embarrassment. They are all eager to see how he compares to their own sons.
He whips his blazer, shirt and tie off and lies them neatly to one side before removing his socks. The sooner he can get this dreadful situation over with the better as far as he's concerned.
Usually their tea parties are dull affairs but today looks set to be far more interesting.
Declan fiddles with his belt desperately hoping that his mother will give him a reprieve. But he knows that once she has set her mind to something nothing will change it.
Declan isn't exactly sure what will happen with all these women around. He still has dirty thoughts from time to time and is worried that he might not be able to control himself.
The room is very hot and he starts to feel clammy in his armpits. Fearing his mother's wrath he slides his trousers down revealing his underpants.
He pulls his trousers off trying to maintain his balance. He can see the women out of the corner of his eye - sat there as though they were watching some amusing soap opera on TV.
He stands up, his hands wandering to his crotch to cover himself. Hopefully his mother will let him keep his underwear on. He stands uncertainly in the corner by the door.
Mrs O'Rourke jumps up impatiently and grabs him by the arm. "There's no point trying to hide away. Come over here so we can all see you properly."
She manoeuvres the reluctant lad into a position right in the middle of the women. Declan feels himself start to flush, getting more and more nervous the closer he gets.
His mother sits down and points to his scantily covered privates. "Now then. Do we think <em>that</em> is normal?"
Declan cringes, not enjoying the attention his bits and pieces are getting. "Mrs Brown, perhaps you could remove his pants so we can get a good look. I'd like all of your opinions." What? Declan panics. He wasn't prepared to have one of his mum's friends so close to his genitals. This could be disastrous!
Declan is deeply uncomfortable and starts to sweat in the confines of the living room. It never crossed his mind that his mother might call him in and order him to strip down in front of all her friends. Now he's stood before them with nothing but his underpants covering his modesty. To make matters worse, his mother has just asked Mrs Brown to remove his underwear so they can all take a good look at his penis.
Mrs Brown is more than happy to oblige and reaches forward to grasp the waistband of his underpants. She has a son of her own and isn't at all bothered about boys' willies.
The other women watch with interest wondering if there is indeed something wrong with Declan's penis. They've all heard the tales from his mother about his unwanted erections and subsequent treatment.
The tight pair of pants pings down exposing his buttocks to the warm air of the room. Declan can hear his mother and Mrs O'Connell discussing how exhausting it is having to deal with sons and their genitals.
Mrs Brown coaxes Declan's underwear down and his penis bulges out. His mother thought wearing close-fitting underpants would help keep his penis in order but it's just uncomfortable for the well-built young man.
At last his penis is free and bursts out mere inches away from Mrs Brown's face. His mother is disappointed to see that it still seems to be quite prominent.
Mrs Brown rolls his pants right down so he can step out of them. He feels awkward and tense with the women all around him and sure enough those long suppressed feelings come flooding back.
"Come over here so I can take a look," orders Mrs Aherne pulling him towards her. The mere touch of her hand against his naked flesh excites him. But he knows he'll be in a lot of trouble if he embarrasses his mother in front of her fine friends.
Mrs Aherne hefts it up with her finger and studies it closely. "It does seem rather <em>bulky</em> I must say," she mutters. Declan feels himself start to harden and gulps.
She moves his penis this way and that regarding it from all sides. Although she handles him delicately it's enough to drive him wild. All the doctor's instructions are instantly forgotten.
"Let me see," says Mrs Brown keenly. She grabs his leg and leads him across so she can take a proper look for herself.
"I know just how you feel," sympathises Mrs O'Connell seeing the distressed look on Mrs O'Rourke's face, "boys these days just seem to delight in causing their mothers grief." She pats her friend's knee.
Declan's mother turns back to him. She can see immediately that his penis isn't the same size it was a moment ago. This boy is just too exasperating for words!.
"Declan!" She says peevishly, "go and stand in the corner and stop showing off. No one is impressed by your willy you know."
He does as he is told and scuttles meekly out of the way. "I shall be speaking to Dr Heinz about this later. It seems we shall have to increase the frequency of your sessions with her."
"You know what I find useful?" Says Mrs O'Connell, "I have set my son a target size to maintain. If he sticks with it he gets rewarded. If he fails he gets punished." Mrs O'Rourke is intrigued.
"Would you like me to fetch the measuring device I use?" Asks the woman. Declan looks around immediately concerned. He's had enough of his privates being pulled about and isn't sure how much more he can take.
Mrs O'Connell jumps up - eager to help her friend out. Mrs Brown and Mrs Aherne feel sorry for Mrs O'Rourke - it must be so embarrassing having a son that has so little self control.
As the host leaves, Declan's mother calls over to him. "Make yourself useful and pour us some more tea," she instructs. He doesn't really want to get close to them again, fearing what might happen. But he daren't cross his mother again.
He shuffles over trying to keep his bits and pieces covered up as much as he can, strongly aware of the overpowering presence of the confident clothed women.
He picks up the heavy teapot making sure not to spill a drop. His mother would go ballistic if he made a mess on her friend's expensive carpet.
His hands are shaking so much and it takes all his concentration to make sure all the hot liquid goes into the tiny cups. It feels humiliating being made to serve naked like this but at least it takes his mind off the absent Mrs O'Connell.
All those months with periods of controlled chastity followed by the unpleasant milking at the doctor's haven't managed to calm Declan's desires. He really wishes he were home on his own right now and could relieve his testicles of their burden of sperm.
He tops up his mother's cup with the women merrily discussing his shortcomings around him. He withers inside as they call him 'filthy' and 'depraved'.
Mrs O'Connell returns with something in her hand. Declan finishes the task he's been assigned and hovers about uncertainly.
"Here you go," says Mrs O'Connell handing it to Declan's mother. "It's already set to the preferred penis length - you'll be able to tell straight away if Declan has been allowing himself to think inappropriate thoughts about girls."
Mrs O'Rourke holds the metal device up to Declan's penis. Declan winces at her touch - it feels very strange having his own mother handle him like this.
"It's just as I feared," says Mrs O'Rourke turning to her friend, "Declan's penis is far too long. I don't know what he gets up to when I'm not around but he's clearly not following the doctor's instructions."
"Yes I can see. Perhaps he's managed to sneak off at school somehow and has been abusing himself in private. These boys will do anything to indulge their base desires," says Mrs O'Connell sadly.
"Perhaps you could get your son Patrick in so we can compare them side by side?" Suggests Mrs Brown - keen to help out. Mrs O'Connell happily agrees.
As she leaves Declan feels sick to his stomach. Not only is he going to have to stand naked before the assembled women for even longer, he's now going to have his penis compared with another boy from school. Today is just getting worse and worse.
It doesn't take Mrs O'Connell long to round up her son. She drags him behind her, not bothering to explain why she has gone to get him. She's keen to show her friends how obedient he is after the doctor's treatment.
He halts suddenly seeing the women sat around and Declan stood there stark naked. He wonders what is going on and why he's been brought in. His instinct is to pull away.
But his mother yanks his arm sharply nearly pulling him off his feet as she leads him firmly over to stand next to Declan. She won't tolerate him showing her up in front of her guests.
She grabs hold of his shorts before he knows what's going on.
She whips them down in seconds exposing his genitals to the room full of women. Although used to having his privates manipulated it's still a shock for Patrick.
He stands there feeling on display with his penis poking out through his bushy public hair. The women are all impressed and remark on just how small it is compared to Declan's. "You must be so proud," says Mrs O'Rourke.
Taking the measuring device Mrs O'Connell wastes no time in checking that her son is still within the allowed size limit.
She's pleased to see he is. It seems her strict routine is reaping rewards - Patrick's penis has remained at its small size.
"Spot on - nice and small!" She says to her friends, "See - I told you it worked. I'll give you some notes I made on how to reward and punish your son and you'll soon have him back under control." Patrick grimaces at his penis being described as small.
She sits down with a satisfied look on her face and the women all stare at the two boys stood before them. Declan and Patrick have no choice but to remain completely naked until the women say otherwise.
"I wonder if perhaps Declan would benefit from being milked more regularly?" Wonders Mrs O'Rourke. The women all murmur their agreement and Declan becomes increasingly concerned - he doesn't like where this is going. "Well since they're both naked, why don't we get them to masturbate for us now?" Says Mrs O'Connell loudly.
Both boys feel under intense pressure. It's horribly embarrassing being naked in the cramped living room with their mothers and their friends watching them intently. The last thing either of them wants to do is have a wank. But they know that the punishment will be severe if they dare to refuse. They never considered that what used to be a pleasurable pastime could become something that fills them with such dread.
Declan and Patrick stand stock still hopping that they've misheard. But deep down they know what they must do and cannot put it off for long.
"What a moment," says Mrs O'Connell and the boys wonder if they might be getting a reprieve. "I'll be right back!"
She rushes out of the room leaving the two young men standing awkwardly. What is she doing? The women continue their friendly chatter, oblivious to the boys' feelings.
Mrs O'Connell returns moments later carrying two small plates. The boys are totally confused. Is she going to offer them cake or something?
"Here!" She says, handing a plate to each boy. "I'll not have you making a mess on my fine carpet." Patrick and Declan groan as they realise they are going to be made to go through with the unpleasant task.
Patrick's mother sits back down with satisfaction. She's sure her son will produce a good sample of sperm - thus confirming he hasn't been abusing himself.
The two lads tug on their penises disconsolately feeling the women's scrutiny intently. They hold the plates close to catch anything that might come out of the ends.
For a moment the room is completely silent apart from a slight slapping noise as Patrick and Declan masturbate.
Mrs Aherne is mesmerised by the sight of two healthy young men working their penises right in front of her. It's certainly making this tea party much more interesting than normal!
Mrs Brown looks at Declan's mother who breaks the silence: "I'm sorry you have to be subjected to this ladies - but it looks like it's the only way to cure my son."
"That one is so much bigger than the other," remarks Mrs Aherne pointing at Declan's penis. "Who knew boy's willies could look so different?"
The room lapses back into silence when suddenly the doorbell rings making both Patrick and Declan jump. Who can it be? They hope it's just the postman or something and that whoever it is will go away.
"I'd better go and see who that is," says Mrs O'Connell and goes to answer the door. It could be that delivery of curtains she's been waiting for.
She returns a short time later with someone in tow. The boy's hearts sink even further when they realise they are going to be joined by someone else.
The girl pauses in the doorway, taking in the sight before her of the two young men stood stark naked and pulling on their penises.
A broad smile breaks across her face. It's Patrick from school and her brother Declan! Well what a surprise! She's used to seeing her brother naked by now but Patrick's body is new to her.
"Carry on. Don't stop!" Orders Mrs O'Connell when she notices the boys standing still with looks of horror on their faces.
"Declan! What <em>are</em> you doing?" She asks. "When I couldn't find you at home I thought I'd better come and tell mum. But I see she brought you with her."
After greeting her mother and friends she makes herself comfortable to enjoy the show. She'll be describing it in great detail later to Emily, Daisy and Kelly.
Mrs Aherne asks Aileen how her studies are going and the girl replies as politely as possible. It's very distracting for Patrick and Declan who are already on edge.
"We're just getting these two to empty their testicles for us," explains the woman to Declan's sister. "Hopefully that will make them behave better."
Patrick and Declan pump away furiously trying to ignore the chattering women. Getting hard isn't a problem though and they are soon stroking rock hard cocks.
"I really can't see why boys make so much fuss about their bits and pieces," says Mrs O'Connell, "they really are quite absurd things." The other women readily agree.
Patrick cannot help but sneak glances at Declan's sister while he manipulates himself. She is very pretty and he wishes the two of them were alone. He starts to feel a tingling sensation in his testicles at the thought.
Mrs Brown and Mrs Aherne continue to compare the two lads, pointing out the differences between them. Declan really wishes they wouldn't as it makes him feel small and insignificant.
Patrick feels the pressure inside start to build and knows it won't be much longer. He's terrified of what will happen if he makes a mess on his mother's carpet so angles the plate carefully.
Mrs Aherne leans in, sensing something is about to happen. The women all stop talking at once.
She gasps as a jet of semen spurts from the end of Patrick's engorged penis.
The orgasm takes over and he feels enveloped in its warmth as he ejaculates copiously.
Despite his best efforts he overshoots the plate but there's nothing he can do to stop himself now.
It's the most intense sensation he's ever experienced. Somehow the orgasm is heightened by the presence of so many women.
His full testicles gradually empty themselves of their load and he feels a sense of relief.
Finally the stream subsides and he makes sure the last few drips go on the plate and not on the floor.
"Well!" Exclaims Mrs Brown, "That gave me quite a shock! No wonder you're so keen to put a stop to their self-abuse if they always make such a mess."
Patrick looks down gloomily as his mother marches over. He expects her to shout at him for missing the plate.
But to his surprise she praises him. "Well done Patrick! You've produced a lot of semen. You've obviously been following Dr Heinz's instructions and not touching yourself," she says with pride.
She puts the plate down and Patrick stands there uncertainly, not sure how to feel. At least he hasn't been told off.
His mother helps him to get his underpants back on. Mrs O'Rourke tries to smile convincingly but deep down she's annoyed that her friend's son seems to be so much better at following the doctor's orders.
Mrs O'Connell pulls Patrick's underwear up. Now he's done what she's asked he can go back to work.
She gathers his things together while he tries to get his still hard penis back inside his pants.
He just about manages it but it's very uncomfortable. At least his testicles no longer ache the way they did before.
Patrick is pleased with himself. He knows if he hadn't performed as expected he would be severely punished. "You can go back to pruning the hedge now," says his mother ushering him from the room.
Declan watches the other boy go. He feels even more under pressure now that Patrick has done so well. And he also feels all the women's eyes focussed on him alone.
"Get a move on Declan," hisses his mother, "we haven't got all day."
But he finds it so difficult to concentrate with all the expectant faces looking up at him. It's just as bad as when he's at the surgery and Doctor Heinz is milking him.
His mother tuts impatiently. He knows what he has to do it's just off-putting having his sister there while he wanks!
Mrs Aherne looks at her watch pointedly. Finally Declan starts to feel a familiar warmth in his crotch that tells him he's about to cum.
"What's taking so long?" Wonders Mrs Aherns aloud. Just then Declan feels the orgasm build up.
Not wanting to repeat Patrick's mistake he holds the plate close to the end of his penis. But unlike the other boy, all he can manage is a pathetic dribble of semen.
He keeps pumping, trying to squeeze out every last drop - getting more and more panicked.
All the stress he's under results in only a small pool of the sticky stuff on the plate. He's almost in tears as he hears his mother jump up and come marching over to him.
"Declan O'Rourke," she bellows, "you have shown me up for the last time. You've clearly been abusing yourself behind my back - that's why you've produced such a poor sample. Well I won't stand for it!"
"It's off to the seminary tomorrow for you young man. You're to become a priest and abstain from all physical pleasured from now on." Poor Declan. His mother's words hurt him deeply. All he has to look forward to is a life of chastity. But at least he'll be free of female company and temptation.
