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"Hmm ... are we shy again, Tim? I thought you'd learned yesterday that there's no reason to be.
She bent over and picked up my clothes off the floor. I think you'll have to learn to take better care of them, though. Hey! Where are your undies?"
"I'm still wearing them," I said.
"Well, give them to me. Come on, I want to get my work done.
Oh, damn, I thought as I realized which undies I was wearing. How would she react to seeing them, I wondered. I put my fingers in between the waistband and my skin and pushed them down and over my legs and feet. I felt them ... they were nice and warm, I thought. I took them out from under the cover and handed to mom who was now standing just a couple feet from me.
"Oh, what are these?" she asked as she dropped the undies on the bed so she could have a good look at them. "You like those, Tim?" she asking me.
"They're OK," I said, trying to sound noncommittal.
"Well, I'm not sure you're old enough to wear this model although, if you're naughty and need a spanking, they're convenient. I'll wash them and then decide what to do with them.
She took a good look at them, then sighed and picked up the rest of the laundry. I was happy that she'd left and not waited until I'd stepped out of bed. I got up and went to the bathroom. As I shut off the water and started to dry myself off after my shower, I heard voices coming from the living room. My dad and mom were having an argument. I couldn't hear what they were saying but it was quite heated, I think.
I let out a sigh and went to my bedroom. On my bed there was a stack of clothes. My mom must have come back and laid out my clothes for today. It wasn't worth fighting about, so I thought I'd better do as she wanted. She included a pair of the colored undies from the day before and some play shorts from a few years back. They felt too tight and too short but at least the t-shirt hung quite low.
It had gotten quiet downstairs. I looked at the clock, took a deep breath, and said to myself, "OK, let's go and get this over with."
When I walked into the living room, my dad smiled at me, a very small smile but a smile nevertheless. He was sitting on the couch. Mom was sitting in her chair. "There's some breakfast for you in the kitchen. Go eat it and, when you're done, we can talk."
I got my breakfast and returned to the living room. I sat down at the small table and started to eat. "You had a good evening, Tim?" my dad asked. I could feel that dad was trying to defuse the situation with small talk, but I thought that was better than the silence that had been there earlier.
"Yea, it was great. The food was very nice and we talked a lot."
"And drank a lot, too, I suspect," mom said.
"No, mom. I had only one small glass of wine before dinner, nothing more.
"Well, that's something."
"Oh, I'm sure Tim has the good sense to know that he'd better not drink to much. He's old enough to know better than over-indulge."
"He isn't and stop saying that," she counterattacked without a pause.
"You finished?" she asked me as she couldn't see my plate.
"Yes, I am."
"Good. Come over here and sit on the couch. We've discussed this thoroughly and have come up with a few rules. If you show us you can follow them, then we might consider you as a responsible boy, OK?"
"Yes, mom," I said with a sense of defeat in my voice.
"Good. Oh and one thing ... we agreed on these together so there is no sense asking one of us (she meant my father) for permission to break them, understand?"
"Yes, mom."
"OK. We've discussed your status and we've agreed that, because of your behavior, we'll treat you more as a child from now on for as long as we think necessary. This means the following rules will again be in force:
- You'll go to bed on school evenings at 8 p.m.; your light must be off by 8:30. - We won't take away your cellphone, but you are not to use it during school hours except in emergencies and not at all after 7 p.m. - You will receive a bath inspection once a week again. Your dad said he'll take on that responsibility, however. - You will go to Sunday school every Sunday. - My selection of clothes for the day will be ready on your bed each morning so you'll have the proper clothes on at all times. - At home you'll always wear clothes similar to what you're wearing now. - You're allowed to go out with your friends as long as you ask beforehand. You are still allowed to invite friends over as long as you ask previously and follow the rules we set for visitors. - You will do all your chores and your homework each day, and we'll be checking your homework each day to make sure that your work is properly done. - As time passes, I'm sure there'll be additional rules to cover situations we haven't considered. Oh, one more thing: I wasn't happy this morning with the way you removed your underwear under the covers. I don't want you to do things like that privately; you need to undress in front of me. After seeing that, I knew for certain that you need to be checked out by your doctor, so I can be assured that this behavior is not a result of an overactive hormone level or anything like that. Any questions, Tim?"
"No, mom. That's all quite clear."
"OK. I'll let you know tomorrow when you get back from school when you need to go to the doctor. I'll set the time for the bath inspection on Saturday morning. I know you want to invite Justin over again. I'm fine with that. He can spend next weekend here if you wish. My sister has asked to spend a week with us at Christmas as she feels she needs to spend a short holiday with someone at that time. If Justin behaves during the weekend and if you act responsibly, he can stay that week as well. For now, go to your room, clean it up, and then we'll see about dinner. After that I want you in bed early as you were out late last night.
I took a deep breath and left the living room. I was on the phone with Michel within five minutes though telling him what their rules were. He was happy we could still meet and that Justin was allowed to come over, too.
We talked about the evening before and how much we'd both enjoyed it. He told me he wouldn't plan any tasks or another play session for a few days. He wanted me to have a bit of a rest after the last few days.
For a joke, I said, "Yea, until next weekend, I presume?" and I could almost hear him smile through the phone.
I cleaned my room and, around bedtime, my dad walked in.
"I'm sorry, Tim, that I couldn't convince her to be more forgiving but, with what happened in school, she simply had too much ammunition for me to argue against her rules. At least I was able to make sure you could see Michel and your other friends. For a time, I was afraid that she'd ground you for a long period. Oh ... make sure your underwear and other clothes are kept clean, OK? I convinced her last night that you shouldn't have to visit the doctor but she found some residue in your jockstrap," which, he added, were pretty cool, "and that made her go off of you seeing the doctor all over again. I just hope everything will be OK and she won't be too embarrassing.
"Nothing can be humiliating any more, dad, not after what she did in the shop yesterday."
"Yea, she told me about that episode. I hope you're OK, though."
"I will be as long as I can stay around Michel from time to time."
"I'll do my best to help you out, Tim, so just behave and hopefully this will be all gone in a few weeks.
I had a reasonably good night. When I left my bathroom the next morning, there was a complete outfit sitting on my bed. The underwear she chose had cartoons on them and were very bright, especially when I saw that mom had chosen the white shorts for me to wear. I put them on and could feel how tight they were. I just hope the underwear couldn't be seen through the shorts.
Fortunately, not a lot happened on the Monday or the Tuesday. We agreed to meet up with Dennis and Paul later in the week. I'd seen Stephan once or twice from a distance but he hadn't approached to talk to me. Mom had made an appointment for me to go and see her doctor on Wednesday. I was supposed to be there at 4 p.m. She'd laid out a particularly small pair of undies that morning ... white ones ... so I had to stay soft as best as I could. I changed very quickly before and after PE, as I didn't want anyone to make a comment about them. So far it seemed my shopping experience was not the subject of rumor around the school and I just hoped it would stay that way.
I arrived at the doctor's office a few minutes before 4. I was told to go straight into the doctor's examination room. There was no one there, so I just sat down. Then the door opened and a lady of around 50 or so walked in.
"So, you're Tim?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," I answered.
"Call me doctor, OK? So you're the boy who needs a checkup. I was surprised your mom didn't allow you to see a male doctor although, when she described your behavior, I agreed that I'd be the best person to help. Although I don't have a lot of male patients, I've successfully treated women with the same problems and I have some experience treating sexual problems in males as well. Now, before we start your treatments, I want to do a full checkup. All your vital signs will be recorded and finally I'll want a semen sample from you to check out your hormone levels. I know you probably don't want a woman to assist me or ..." She stopped and waited for me to answer.
"Hmm ... well, you are a woman."
"Yea ... but I'm a doctor and I know how horny you teens are ... so I asked two of my older nephews to come and help. They've done this before. Come on in, guys," she said through the intercom.
The door opened and two guys walked in... young, handsome guys, I thought. One was a bit older and the other a bit younger or the same age as me, or so I thought. But I had never seen either of them before.
"They go to a private school just outside town, so I'm sure you've never seen each other before. But they come here to help me from time to time. OK ... let's get going."
I had three sets of eyes locked on me now. When I didn't move, the doctor said, "Get a move on. Get undressed ... you can keep your underwear on for now. I can't do any testing while you're dressed."
I looked around to see if there was any screen or anything that I could undress behind.
"We're all going to see you undressed, so start removing your clothes and put them on the chair beside you. See? The first sign of childish behavior, a shyness about getting undressed." She started to ask me a series of normal questions for a doctor and then she wanted me to stand up. She listened to my heart, lungs and other parts of my body. Her hand brushed my dick once and it jumped to attention even though it had been a woman touching me.
Then she tapped my knee to check my reflexes and took my height and weight. One of the guys had been writing the information down.
"OK, hop onto the examining table, Tim."
I did as I was asked and laid down.
"OK, lift your bum up." I raised myself and one of the cuties pulled my briefs down over my dick. His eyes were riveted at my groin as he pulled them over my balls and towards my feet.
"Good ... that looks nice and healthy," the doctor said.
She took it in her hands and felt it. "Nice big balls, a strong, well-developed dick. I think this is all good. Now, let's see what your hormonal levels are. Although, seeing your responses so far, I'm sure your levels will be way too high, even for a young man your age. You can't be horny all the time."
I thought at that point, you've never had kids yourself, of that I could be sure. But it wasn't something I'd say out loud.
"OK, let's proceed. You guys know what to do."
The older nephew came towards me with a bit of rope. He reached down and, before I knew it, he had his hands around them and started to pull them down. I now felt my dick start to drip.
"Oh, he's an oozer. You'd better make him ejaculate quickly or the sample will be spoiled.
He moved quickly and, before I knew it, I felt the rope tighten hard around my balls, which were lifted up and displayed quite nicely below the rope.
Then the younger one approached me with a razor and some shave cream.
"We need to clear your crotch a bit ... we don't want it to get infected."
The guy started to shave me. My dick was hard and jumping up and down. I felt very embarrassed by it all.
He took his time shaving, I must say. He not only did my balls but my dick as well. He just left the pubes above my cock and my underarm hair.
"OK, ...now, this is going to sting a bit ... so be ready for it."
The doctor now walked towards me with a needle with a small tube and a container on the end.
She got closer to my balls and then said, "I'm going to drain some fluid straight out of them ... so here we go."
Before I knew what was going on, she slid the needle straight into one of my balls. To my surprise, I saw some clear fluid run into the container. She didn't leave the needle in very long, though.
"OK, that was step one. Now we need you to produce some semen so we'll put you on this machine. Just lay down and relax."
The younger one now took my dick in his hand and his older brother came closer with a glass tube of some kind in his hand. I'd never seen anything like it. It was placed over my dick and then some buttons were pushed. I felt how the glass ... if it was glass, that is ... slowly start to suction my dick. It felt as one with it. Then a strong sucking feeling enclosed my dick. It couldn't but it seemed like the machine was sucking my dick. I reacted to it immediately as I moaned loudly as I got up to take that infernal machine off me. "Hold his hands," the doctor said and both my hands were drawn back to the head of the examining table by the two guys.
It didn't take me long to erupt. At first, it felt like a relief but the machine kept sucking and, although my dick went soft for a moment, the sucking motion restored me to hardness again. I'm not sure but I don't think I lasted very long before I shot again and then again. I was kept pressed against the table quite firmly and I wasn't sure how many times I came. I was soon exhausted, that was for sure.
"OK, that's enough," the doctor said and I felt the sucking gradually stop. My balls were small and shriveled. When I was released, I sat up and looked at the machine.
The container was now almost half full of cum. I looked at it, knowing that I'd produced all that cum. "You did well, Tim. You shot an enormous amount, I must admit. It took a bit longer than normally to empty you, but I think that's what we did. We'll wait now for five minutes and then I'll draw some fluid from your dick to see what happened to your hormone levels.
"So you didn't need any of the sperm? You just wanted to drain my balls?" I asked.
"Yea, that's about it. Although we'll freeze the sperm and perhaps it might come in handy in the future," she said.
My dick shrunk as we waited for the five minutes to pass. The guys were talking to each other. I could definitely see that the older one had a hardon in his pants.
After five minutes, the rope was pulled tightly again around my balls and she drained some more fluid. Just a little bit came out this time, though.
I was sent out with the message that the results would be ready in two weeks time. When I got home, mom was home and, to my embarrassment, she wanted to know exactly what had happened.
"Oh ... so they shaved you? Perhaps we'll need to do that more regularly. Have you finished your homework already?
"No ... I was about to go and do that now."
"Good. Dinner will be ready in an hour."
So what is going to happen now, is Tim going to be able to get back at his mom some how or ... and what will Michel say of it all. More stories you can find at my free website www.timsfunplace.com . If you want to leave me a message send it to noway16@hotmail.com. Enjoy ...