Bartholomew's recent growth spurt has put him head and shoulders above the other boys in his class. He feels awkward and ungainly and often gets picked on. His mother is also not happy with the way he rapidly outgrows his clothes - she can barely keep up! Mary Phelps who lives next door thinks it might be to do with the size of his willy and says it's worth seeking medical advice in case there is some underlying problem.

Mary Phelps walks confidently into the reception area at the medical centre with an uncomfortable looking Bartholomew trailing along behind her. He didn't want to come but his mother insisted.

"Hello Mrs Phelps!" Says Dawn cheerily. "Back so soon?" Dawn is doing her work experience at the doctors and so far it's been a real eye-opener.

"Good morning Dawn," says Mary, "this is my neighbour's son Bartholomew." She hushes her voice a little: "I think he has a problem with his willy."

Bart looks at her in shock. Why did she have to go and tell the girl on reception his private business? He recognises Dawn from school and she's a well known gossip.

A big grin appears on Dawn's face as she senses another boy to humiliate. "Oh?" She enquires sweetly, "what sort of problem?" She turns to stare openly at the tall lad towering over Mrs Phelps.

"Well, his body just keeps growing and growing - it's showing no signs of stopping! I swear every day he gets an inch taller," explains Mary.

"But one part of his body just doesn't seem to be keeping up," she says, "I think his willy is far too small." A horrified Bart immediately covers his groin area with his hands.

"It's much smaller than it should be for a boy of his age," continues Mary - heedless of the acute discomfort she's causing the young man stood next to her.

'Well well well,' thinks Mary to herself. If she plays her cards right she'll get to see yet another boy's penis. And the girls at school will want to know how he compares to the others that she's seen.

"In fact," Mary blurts out, "it's tiny!" Bart cannot believe what he is hearing. Could this day possibly get any worse?

"Ah well - I can see how that could be a problem," says Dawn, glancing down at Bart's crotch. She scribbles down some notes on a pad for the doctor.

Bart looks away, unable to meet her gaze. The shame burns deep inside him - he just hopes that the doctor will be more sympathetic.

"I'm sure the doctor will be able to fit you in. If you'd like to take a seat, I'll just finish typing up Bartholomew's notes then I'll fetch Dr Moore for you," Dawn says in her most professional voice.

"Come with me young man. I'm sure the doctor will be able to get to the bottom of this. You'll feel so much better when it's all sorted out," says Mary encouragingly - oblivious to the embarrassment she's already causing him.

Bart makes to sit down on one of the chairs but Mary stops him. "The seats are for adults. You just stand there and wait until the doctor is ready," she chides.

Mrs Phelps sits down in the comfortable chair gratefully. She likes doing favours for friends and knows how grateful Bart's mother will be if Dr Moore can help. She looks over at Dawn - pleased to see the girl is doing so well in her placement.

She reaches over and picks up a magazine to pass the time.

Bart meanwhile has to stand there awkwardly. He glances over to the reception desk where Dawn is sitting. Why did she have to be here?

As he stares she gets up from her chair and walks over to him. He looks away feeling flustered but he can see her grinning at him out of the corner of his eye. "I'll just go and let Doctor Moore know you're here," she says as she passes.

She walks by him and he turns his head away. He can just picture her with her girlfriends at school huddled in a group and discussing him. He's looking forward to getting into the doctor's room and away from her penetrating gaze.

With Dawn gone, Bart stands there in uncomfortable silence wishing he was at school. The thought that his penis might be smaller than other boys plays on his mind.

He doesn't have to wait too long before Dawn comes bursting back into reception followed by what must be the doctor. Bart wasn't expecting a woman and looks away - shocked.

"So you're the boy my receptionist told me about are you?" Says Doctor Moore abruptly. "Yes doctor," mumbles Bart in a small voice.

The doctor notices Mary sat down next to him. "Ah Mrs Phelps!" She says warmly. "This must be another one of your good deeds. I must say - you're certainly keeping me busy!"

Dr Moore tells them to follow her as Dawn goes back and sits at her desk. Bart clenches his fists, nervous of having to discuss deeply personal matters with a female doctor. He's also chagrined that Mrs Phelps appears to be coming in with him too.

Reluctantly he walks after them dreading what is to come.

Mary and the doctor walk into the cramped room and take seats so they can talk in comfort.

"Over there," say Mary as Bart arrives, indicating that he should stand between them.

Mary begins to explain to the doctor about Bart's sudden growth spurt while he stands there feeling more and more ashamed. Being talked about as though he weren't there is upsetting.

"And the thing is, his willy still seems to be the same size as a much younger boy's," continues Mary making Bart wither inside. Why does she have to keep going on about it?

"Well Mrs Phelps, it's not uncommon for boys of Bartholomew's age to grow all of a sudden and it could just be that his penis looks small in comparison to the rest of him," says Dr Moore soothingly.

"But it just doesn't look right to me. And remember, I've seen a fair few boy's penises so I should know," counters Mary - pointing at Bart's crotch.

"His mother is just worried that the bullying at school might not just be because of his height. You know how cruel boys can be. If his willy isn't growing then couldn't there be something wrong with him?" 'Oh Go - this is awful!' Thinks Bart as the woman blathers on.

He hopes the doctor will dismiss Mary's suggestion and say there is nothing wrong with him so he can leave. Every second he has to stand there gawkily is distressing for him.

"Well," says the doctor leaping from her chair, "why don't we examine him so we can put your mind at rest? If we find anything unusual I can suggest a course of treatment."

"Thank you doctor!" Says Mary effusively. Bart isn't so keen but cannot see a way to object without his mother getting to hear about it. "Let's get your top off shall we?" Says Dr Moore.

Mary gets up, eager to help now she's had experience in these matters. Bart stands there rigid as the two women start to strip him.

It's bad enough that the female doctor is removing his clothes, but it's far worse that his neighbour is assisting her.

Bart wonders just how far they'll go. Surely they don't need to remove all his clothes just to perform a basic medical examination?

But his heart sinks as the doctor gets down and starts to unlace his shoes. He wants to say something but is too intimidated by the confident mature women.

He gulps and stares upward as the women pull off his school shirt. He can feel the cool air of the room against his flesh and it brings him out in goosebumps.

And it doesn't end there. Mary and Doctor Moore reach for his waistband and between them start to unbuckle his belt.

Bart wants to put a stop to this right now before the two women have his trousers down. He doesn't want to be stood about in just his underpants! He psyches himself up to insist that they leave him alone before it's too late.

Bartholomew has been getting more and more nervous the longer he has to stand in the doctor's surgery. He wishes that Mrs Phelps hadn't blabbed all about his "problem" to Dawn on reception. And now he has to face the embarrassment of having his shirt and trousers removed. He wants to put a stop to this before it goes too far...

Bart stands there - trying to think of the words to stop them from taking his trousers down. But he is intimidated by the stern doctor and more than a little frightened of his neighbour Mrs Phelps.

What can he possibly say to deter the two women who seem so intent on what they are doing? If he does speak will he get into trouble? Will they tell his mum?

Then it's too late. Mrs Phelps and Doctor Moore unzip his fly and start to slide his trousers down.

He covers his crotch with his hands and look away in shame.

"Don't be silly now," says Mrs Phelps with a smile and grabs his hands to pull them apart.

"It's nothing we haven't seen before," she continues.

Bartholomew looks down glumly as his neighbour pulls his trousers right off. He knows deep down there's nothing he can do or say to prevent the two women from conducting the medical assessment.

Mrs Phelps casts his trousers aside. Bart closes his eyes as he feels the touch of the doctor's hands on his bare skin, little shivers running down his spine.

Without even thinking his hands drift back to his groin but Mrs Phelps once again removes them, not being so gentle this time.

"There's nothing to worry about," she says, a hint of exasperation in her voice, "it's all routine."

"If there is something wrong it's much better that we find out now so the doctor can do something about it," she continues.

The women begin to check him over, running their hands over his torso. Bart gulps and looks away hoping it'll be over quickly.

"You can see how tall his is and how long his limbs are," Mary says all of a sudden, making him jump. "But his willy is still very small."

"I'm just worried if it doesn't develop any further it'll affect his prospects in future," she concludes.

"Well there are treatments for small penises but hopefully it will catch up with the rest of him," Doctor Moore explains.

"However I need to check him over thoroughly so I can get a better idea of whether there is a problem or not."

The doctor continues her examination and Bart finds himself holding his breath. He's not used to being touched by women and even though it's in a purely medical capacity, he cannot help but have inappropriate thoughts.

He stiffens as the women's hands travel up his thigh and approach his middle. The closer they get to his genitals the worse he feels.

"Well I can certainly see what you mean about his size," says the doctor eventually. "He's quite the tallest boy of his age I've seen."

She instructs him to tense his arms. "His muscular development is more advanced too," she continues.

"Feel for yourself," she offers and Mary squeezes his biceps.

"Given his physique I would expect him to have a penis of above average size but if you say it's not then there could be something awry."

"But boy's penises come in all different shapes and sizes so we shouldn't jump to any conclusions. There may be nothing wrong with the boy." Bart certainly hopes there isn't. He just wants to go home.

They discuss his build and run their fingertips across his chest sending waves of excitement through him.

They tweak his nipples to test his response and he winces with pain. Nothing wrong there!

Then to his horror, their hands wander down to his underpants and without warning Mrs Phelps presses his bulge.

The doctor has a feel too - trying to judge the size of his genitals. Bartholomew tries to focus his thoughts elsewhere but they are all over the place with the unintentional stimulation he's receiving.

"It just doesn't seem like there's much there does there?" Says Mary, cupping her hand around his crotch.

Having his genitals so openly discussed is hugely embarrassing for Bart and he wishes they'd just shut up.

"We'll come back to that later," says the doctor, "but let's continue our evaluation first."

They spin a disconcerted Bartholomew around on the spot.

Doctor Moore wants to take a look at his back - to see if the growth is even all the way round.

"Do you ever get tired of having to deal with young men and all their problems?" Asks Mary inquisitively. "Oh no," replies Dr Moore, "I see each patient as a challenge!"

"But boys seem to be so obsessed with their genitals. I just can't understand it," says Mary. "Yes they are," agrees the doctor, "but usually after a visit to me they learn how insignificant they are."

"Back round you come," says Mary. Bartholomew turns around reluctantly. It's marginally less shameful having them pay attention to his backside than his front.

"I hope you're not sulking young man," says Mary mistaking the look on his face for one of petulance. She has no idea just how upsetting this is for the shy young man.

"I think we should get his underpants off now so we can take a proper look," says the doctor and the two women take hold of the waistband of his y-fronts.

He bites his lip, close to tears as they start to slide them down.

An instant later and his penis and testicles are revealed.

Bartholomew gasps in horror and immediately seeks to cover himself up.

But Mrs Phelps is having none of it and this time smacks his hands away crossly. She's starting to lose patience with this stubborn boy.

"Now then," says Doctor Moore, "let's see what all this fuss is about."

The two fully-clothed women peer intently at the naked boy's penis and testicles making Bart horribly self-conscious.

He cannot hold back the tears which roll hotly down his cheeks. What is happening to him? He hasn't done anything wrong so why does he feel like he's being punished? Little does he know that things are going to get much, much worse.

Poor Bartholomew is too intimidated by the stern doctor and Mrs Phelps to say anything - even though he desperately wants them to leave him alone. It was bad enough when they were just discussing his penis verbally, but now he's stripped bare and they are standing there staring at it! It feels so unfair and his shame has brought him to tears.

Mrs Phelps and Doctor Moore lean in closer to evaluate Bart's genitals. It remains unclear if they are indeed under-sized, or just appear so due to the lad's great height.

To Bartholomew's horror, the doctor reaches in and takes his penis in her hand. He gulps and looks intently away.

Having had some experience in such matters, Mary feels no compunction about touching Bartholomew's testicles.

He breathes a sigh of relief as they release him. But it's short lived when he realises they simply mean to remove his underpants entirely.

They tell him to lift his feet off the floor so they can unhook them. It's surprising how upsetting it is for Bart - at least with them round his ankles he could have pulled them up in a hurry.

Having casted his underwear aside, the two women return their attentions to his crotch. "I do see what you mean," says the doctor pointing to his penis, "it does seem on the small side."

The doctor "umms" and "aahs" thoughtfully as she sizes up his manhood, her hands never leaving his body.

Without warning she cups his testicles in her hand, weighing them. Although he's been brought in regarding the size of his penis, she might as well check everything over while he's here.

As she fondles his sensitive genitalia Bartholomew feels his pulse quicken. He tries to distract himself by reading the signs posted to the wall. But it's impossible to ignore the sensation of the women touching him.

"Compared to the other boy's privates that I've seen, Bartholomew's seems... I don't know... shrivelled? More wrinkly? Definitely not as big," says Mary - heedless of how much her words are upsetting the boy.

The tears stream down Bart's face. It's excruciatingly uncomfortable hearing his cock being compared to other boys' - it makes him feel less of a man somehow.

Suddenly he hears a noise from the corner of the room and looks up, startled.

His eyes widen with shock as he sees the girl from reception barging into the room without knocking. Oh no! What is she doing here?

Without even thinking about it he covers his privates. He certainly doesn't want Dawn to see them and be able to tell all her friends about them!

The doctor looks up and smiles. She was expecting Dawn - she's proved herself invaluable with these sort of examinations. Mary meanwhile angrily slaps Bart's hands away yet again.

Bart looks down as the doctor greets the girl warmly. "Thank you for coming in. You can assist us," she says.

"You can note down the boy's measurements as I take them. That way we can get on to the next stage more quickly."

Dawn walks over - more than happy to help given that it allows her another chance to see a naked boy humiliated.

She takes the pen and pad from Doctor Moore with a shy smile, keeping up the pretence that she's sweet an innocent. When in fact she's the biggest gossip in school and this just provides her with more news to spread.

Doctor Moore grabs her tape measure and Bartholomew looks at it mournfully. To have his bits and pieces actually measured is going to be so shaming!

Wasting no time, the doctor seizes his penis once again and lines up the tape measure.

She runs it along the length of his shaft. "I hope it's not too small to get a proper measurement," says Mrs Phelps - much to Dawn's delight.

"I think I can manage," says the doctor. Bartholomew just wants her to hurry up and get it over with so he can go home.

She fiddles with his willy, finding it hard to keep a grip on it and at the same time hold the tape. Unwittingly she starts to excite Bart who is horrified to find his penis begin to twitch in response.

"There," says the doctor showing Dawn the result. "It's just over four inches. Not desperately tiny, but well below average. Small enough to give concern anyway."

Dawn eagerly writes it down, trying to suppress her giggles. "See," says Mary feeling vindicated, "I told you."

Bartholomew feels his stomach clench. Is there really something wrong with his willy? He never thought he was smaller than the other lads - but then he never really looked at their bits and pieces.

"There's no cause for alarm at this stage," continues Dr Moore, "but we should take a few more measurements just to get an overall feel for its heft."

Dawn breaks out in fits of laughter. A small willy! Just wait till she tells everyone at school. At least Lucas and Charlie had normal sized ones!

She hides her face behind the pad, pretending to write something down so the doctor cannot see just how much she's enjoying herself.

Doctor Moore moves on to measure the circumference of Bart's member. Once again he experiences unwanted pleasurable sensations as she touches him.

It's very disconcerting with the three females huddled around his groin talking about him as though he weren't even there. He holds his breath waiting to see if he comes up short in other areas too.

The doctor tries to get a clear reading but for some reason the boy's penis keeps moving about.

"Hmmm," she says, "I think it's about four and a half inches round." Mary has noticed something odd about Bartholomew's penis. "Doctor," she says concerned, "I'm sure it's longer than it was a second ago."

"I think you should measure it again." Doctor Moore agrees and gets down to have another go. Dawn has to bite her lip as she looks up at Bart and sees the look of guilt on his face.

Bartholomew knows exactly what is happening and feels deeply ashamed. But now it's started there is nothing he can do to stop it.

The doctor can see straight away that's it's grown by an inch already!

"Oh dear," she says, "it would appear that Bartholomew here is getting an erection."

"You mean even though he's in a doctor's surgery undergoing a routine medical examination he's allowing himself to become aroused?" Mrs Phelps cannot believe it.

"Bartholomew how could you? That's disgusting!" She stares accusingly at the ever expanding penis in the doctor's hands. Bart has to stop himself from sobbing openly. This is the worst day of his life!

Bartholomew didn't mean to become erect in front of the women - in fact, he tried his hardest to contain himself. But the gentle handling of his penis and testicles aroused the young lad and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Stood with no clothes on in the cramped doctor's surgery he must now face the consequences.

Bartholomew has never been so embarrassed. Mrs Phelps's harsh words ring in his ear as he stands there. But Doctor Moore doesn't let something as silly as an erection stop her from continuing her examination.

She slides his foreskin back and forth to make sure it is all as it should be. She's still not sure if there genuinely is as problem or not.

Bart just wishes she'd stop. He knows she is merely doing her job but her ministrations are driving him wild.

As a healthy young man with powerful hormones coursing through his body it takes very little to get him worked up. He starts to panic in case something even more serious happens.

He bites his lip as the doctor feels all round his testicles. He knows Mrs Phelps is already cross with him - if anything more were to happen who knows what she'd do?

"Surely this isn't normal doctor?" Worries Mary aloud. The doctor can see the woman is deeply concerned about her neighbour's son.

"Usually young men are able to control their erections. But in some troublesome cases they achieve them in the most inappropriate places - like here for example," explains Dr Moore.

"You mean he might be letting that happen when he comes round my house to visit my daughter?" Mary says - a worrying thought suddenly occurring to her.

"Well?" Asks Doctor Moore accusingly. "Do you become erect in Mrs Phelps's house?"

"No. No!" Bartholomew stutters. "Are you sure?" Says Mary - not certain she believes him. "I've never had an..." He cannot say the word out loud and mumbles it under his breath.

"Even so," continues Mary, "he could be getting one in all sorts of places. On the bus! At the shop! Something must be done!"

Bartholomew's penis has become very stiff now and points determinedly upwards. Doctor Moore waits for Mary's tirade so subside, not wanting to interrupt.

"What would your mother say if she were here now? She'd be horrified to see you like this!" The thought of his mother being there makes Bartholomew feel nauseous.

Finally Mrs Phelps falls silent and the doctor takes the chance to respond. "Don't worry," she says soothingly, "we'll soon put a stop to it."

"Dawn, would you mind fetching the medical probe? I want to measure his anal depth," says the doctor.

What the? Bart is deeply disturbed by mention of a 'probe' and 'anal depth' in the same breath. "Don't just stand there looking gormless," says Mrs Phelps, "get up on the desk."

Reluctantly Bartholomew clambers onto the desk. The women pull him about until he is in the correct position to receive the probe. "You might feel slight discomfort," warns the doctor.

Bartholomew closes his eyes and fresh tears run down his cheeks as he feels the cold metal tip touch the entrance to his anus.

Without ceremony, Doctor Moore starts to drive it into him.

It hurts a lot more than a little discomfort and Bart has to keep his mouth firmly shut to stop himself from crying out.

"It's for your own good," says Mrs Phelps hearing a muffled whimper coming from him.

Doctor Moore can feel resistance as his sphincter tries to clench around the probe.

But in order to get an accurate reading she has to break down his defences and loosen him up.

It feels totally emasculating having his virgin anus penetrated by the doctor. He can imagine what the other boys will say when Dawn spreads it all round the school.

Bart winces as a sharp pain shoots up from his backside. He feels incredibly vulnerable in this position but there's nothing he can do about it.

The doctor slides the probe in and out to encourage his sphincter to relax. Then she'll be able to get an idea of the depth of his rectum.

It doesn't get any less painful for Bartholomew however. In fact, the more she does it the more acute the pain.

"Will that help stop his erections?" Asks Dawn with interest.

"Well it should take his mind off impure thoughts for a while. So in a way, it will," explains the doctor. And Bart is certainly finding it impossible to focus on anything other than the agony of having his anus probed.

"I never understand why young men like Bartholomew here make sure a fuss when I perform a very basic medical procedure," says Doctor Moore.

"They can be so pathetic and weak sometimes." Dawn has to stifle her laughter yet again. She's looking forward to recounting everything the doctor has said to her friends when she goes back to school.

Having something shoved up his arse is terribly degrading for a proud hetero lad like Bartholomew. It's only his fear of the doctor and Mrs Phelps that's keeping him from running from the room.

Doctor Moore continues the procedure unaware of the torment she's causing.

It feels to Bart like he's been lying on his back being fucked with the probe for hours when in fact it's only been a matter of minutes.

The doctor is relentless, pulling the thing out then ramming it back in again.

She has plenty of stamina and can keep going for as long as it takes to get the information she needs.

To Bartholomew's alarm, Dawn reaches up and takes hold of his penis. What is she doing?

"Is it OK if I do this doctor?" She asks. "That way I can make sure he doesn't go getting an erection again."

She grips his now flaccid penis and starts to tug on it gently.

"Yes - that's a good idea Dawn," replies the doctor, "we wouldn't want any accidents now would we?"

Despite all the pain and humiliation he's experiencing, Bart starts to feel strangely aroused by the girl's rhythmic stroking of his penis. He knows how much commotion it caused when he got erect before - whatever happens he MUST control himself now.

Bartholomew never thought that his sudden growth spurt would land him in such a totally humiliating and painful situation. His interfering neighbour Mrs Phelps convinced his mother to let her take him to see the doctor. What followed was the most embarrassing ordeal he's ever experienced. And unfortunately for the poor lad, it's not over yet.

Bartholomew cannot stem the tide of tears running down his face as he is made the lie there and take the humiliation.

His rectum throbs with pain but it's now accompanied but an equally disturbing sensation coming from his penis.

Dawn giggles to herself as she teases him knowing full well what she's doing to the helpless lad.

Her tugs become more and more insistent - she wants to see just how far she can push him.

Bart closes his eyes and tries to divert his thoughts away from where they are headed. But it's impossible to ignore the tingling sensation in his groin.

Dawn can tell his penis is getting thicker and this only serves to encourage her more.

Having so much control over a naked boy is a huge thrill for her and she loves taking advantage of him like this.

Doctor Moore continues with the procedure to measure the depth of Bart's anus. It's important that they establish if there is a problem with him to allay his mother's fears.

Bartholomew is in a strange sort of agony. Wanting the penetration of his tender backside to stop but at the same time enjoying having his penis stroked by the girl.

He knows he shouldn't be taking pleasure from a medical procedure like this but it's so difficult to resist Dawn's rhythmic action.

"Everything OK up there?" Asks Dawn sweetly, looking up at the flushed expression on the boy's face.

"Yes thank you," replies Bartholomew weakly - looking away. He finds his pulse speeding up the longer he has to lie here and wonders if anyone will notice he's becoming erect.

Dawn can feel his penis twitch in her grip but she keeps her mouth shut - for now.

After much effort, the doctor finally manages to get an accurate reading. This will be added to his notes along with his penis and testicle measurements.

She withdraws the metal probe and Bartholomew breathes a sigh of relief glad that it's finally over.

"Doctor," says Dawn thoughtfully, "I think Bartholomew's willy is starting to get all hard again."

The doctor peers closely at it. It's not as bad as last time but it's definitely thicker than it should be. "I see what you mean," she says grimly.

"Well," she says - looking accusingly at Bart, "it seems you are managing to derive pleasure from even a simple medical procedure like having your anal depth measured!"

"Get up off the desk," she says exasperatedly. Reluctantly Dawn lets go of his penis while Bartholomew hurries to get up off the desk.

But she doesn't let go for very long. "Dawn, be a dear, could you carry on?" Asks the doctor and the girl is only too happy to resume massaging his organ.

"Like this doctor?" She asks, squeezing Bart's penis as she runs her hand up and down his shaft.

"That's right Dawn, just like that," says Doctor Moore. "I've a feeling these involuntary erections are part of his problem. Possibly linked to his growth spurt."

"I think it would help to extract a sperm sample to send off to the lab for checking," she continues.

"Don't worry Bartholomew, the doctor will get to the bottom of this," says Mrs Phelps soothingly. But her words do nothing to relieve Bart's fear as he realises what is going to happen to him.

"You can go a little rougher on him," says the doctor, "boys tend to be quite vigorous when they masturbate."

Dawn starts to yank on his penis to get him to respond faster. Although highly stimulated Bartholomew's embarrassment is starting to affect him.

He feels so uncomfortable with the whole idea of being made to give a sperm sample that he starts to worry he might not be able to deliver what is expected of him.

He feels under intense pressure. But Dawn has learnt a thing or two working at the doctor's and is certain she can encourage him - whether he wants it or not.

And it doesn't take her long to get Bart's penis hard as a rock causing the lad to gasp as the sensations start to overwhelm him.

Dawn can see that he's close and speeds up. She'll be writing an essay on her experiences during her work experience placement and this will feature prominently.

Bartholomew lets out a long slow breath as the orgasm takes hold and he ejaculates into the petri dish the doctor is holding.

Dawn angles his penis down so as much of the sticky white substance as possible is collected.

It's amusing to see the way it spurts out. 'What strange creatures boys are,' thinks Dawn to herself.

She continues to milk him, determined to drain every last drop from his balls.

He produces an impressive amount of semen - plenty for the doctor to work with.

Although Bartholomew is experiencing the usual pleasurable sensation from the orgasm he's still aware of being surrounded by the fully clothed women - making him feel deeply ashamed.

Eventually the torrent subsides and the doctor puts a lid on the petri dish. Plenty of the boy's ejaculate for the lab to test!

"We'll see what the results are when they come back from the lab," says the doctor, "but he'll have to come back every week to have his measurements recorded. If his penis doesn't develop as it should then we may use electric shock therapy to his testicles."

"Oooh!" Exclaims Mrs Phelps. "Won't that be painful?" The doctor tries to hide her mirth. "Well, a little - but it might help to curb his shocking erection problem!"

With the sound of the women's laughter ringing in his ears, Bartholomew glumly pictures his future: regular visits to the doctor's involving being stripped naked, having his penis measured, having his anus probed and being milked of his sperm. And all because he grew too quickly...

Grown too quickly...