The Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Chapter 4 – Onania Masturbator Forum

by Zardoz » Wed Nov 22, 2023 10:06 pm

Craig left the room with a red and tingling bottom.

He hadn’t been handled like that before, and he secretly admitted to himself that being spanked was quite an erotic experience. It made him feel like he had been a naughty boy, and had his bottom spanked for it, even though throughout the spanking and the interview, Gwen had told him he was being a ‘good boy’ for her.

Her questions had mostly been about his family life, and how he had come to be enrolled at the institute. She seemed pleased with the answers, and her mother had smiled and nodded often, but he didn’t know what the real outcome would be and the dean had told him not to worry but to just carry on with his normal schedule.

Craig had to walk back to his room naked. The dean led him by the hand, as it always seemed that boys were never left alone at the Institute.

In his room, he was given another small pair of pouch panties to put on, and then three mature women appeared at the door of his room and greeted the dean.

They were all in their 50’s or 60’s, well dressed as usual, and introduced themselves as Mrs. Carrington, Mrs. Wrightwell, and Mrs. Douglass. Each woman wore a summer dress and strappy sandals with matching purses and sharp hats.

Mrs. Carrington said, “Hello, Craig, we are assigned to take care of your midday milking and then we’ll take you to lunch.”

“Uh…yes, Ma’am,” Craig said, realizing that he’d be milked by these ladies, which was a very intimate thing, and he’d been feeling quite violated already that day.

“So, let’s all go to our assigned milking room and get started, shall we?” She reached down and cupped his pouch in her hand, hefting and feeling his genitals, “Very nice, Craig, and your testes do feel nice and full like a boy’s should. We’ll just take care of any excess fullness you may be feeling, dear, ok?”

Without letting him answer, she took his hand and the ladies led him down the hallway again, this time to another sidelong hall with many doors on either side. Each door had a boy’s name on it and they found Craig’s room half way down on the right side.

Mrs. Carrington opened the door and ushered the boy inside, followed by the other two ladies, all smiling happily.

In the room Craig saw a medical exam table with the usual straps and stirrups prepared to hold a boy in position for his milking. The three women stood around Craig and Mrs. Wrightwell bent down and began to lower Craig’s pouch panties, letting them fall to his ankles and helping him step out of them.

Mrs. Douglass was behind him and giggled, saying, “Have you been a naughty boy, Craig? Your cute bottom is so pretty and pink from an obvious spanking…”

All three women took turns examining, fondling, and commenting on the state of Craig’s bottom. They all seemed delighted that he had received some swats, saying things like, “It’s good for a boy to have his bottom swatted, so that he can be on his best behavior.”

No amount of explanation by Craig seemed to change their minds. They just ‘knew’ he had been somehow naughty, needed a spanking, and received one, as is proper for boys. They assured him that having his bottom swatted was a good and normal lifelong experience for a boy, as they helped him onto the exam table and began strapping him in securely.

Craig was embarrassed by everything, especially the fact that his penis was already starting to show signs of erection, with little throbs, and a little thickening and lengthening.

“Oh, what an adorable penis you have, Craig,” said Mrs. Wrightwell.

“Oh, yes, I love the shape and pretty pink color of your head Craig,” said Mrs. Douglass, and Craig blushed at receiving such intimate praise, which only served to quicken his growing erection.

Mrs. Carrington said, “Now that we have you nice and comfortable on the table, dear, we must begin your milking because we don’t have a lot of time before lunch. It’s important for you to have a nice big ejaculation for us before lunch so you can keep on your proper milking schedule.”

“Yes, we must keep you on schedule, Craig,” agreed Mrs. Wrightwell.

The three women took up their positions, Mrs. Wrightwell at his right hip, Mrs. Douglass at his left hip, and Mrs. Carrington pulled up a rolling stool and sat between the boy’s raised and spread thighs, in position to attend to his plump exposed genitals.

Each of the women at his sides took one his testicles in their warm soft hands and began to massage them, lifting and spreading his testes apart so that they were each being fondled separately in different ways by the two attending women. With their other hands, the two mature ladies began to caress and play with one of his nipples.

Mrs. Carrington pressed the soft tips of the fingers of one hand into the base of his scrotum, finding the stiffening root of his penis and began to slowly massage it up and down, admiring its girth and growing stiffness. With her other hand, she pushed her knuckles against the boy’s little pink anus and began to move in a circular motion, stimulating the outside of his rectum.

All of this stimulation sped up the rate at which Craig’s penis was becoming erect and he throbbed powerfully to full erection in seconds.

All three women’s eyes were fixed on his stiffening shaft and swelling glans, as Mrs. Carrington said, “Look’s like we’ll have you fully erect in just a few seconds, dear, so just relax and breathe deeply for us.”

Mrs. Douglass giggled, “Oh, Craig, you have such a big penis, so long and thick and so beautiful. We shall enjoy taking care of your ejaculatory needs this week very much.”

“Oh yes,” said Mrs. Wrightwell, “we are very pleased to help with your genital development. It’s so nice to work with a handsome, polite boy’s penis to help him reach his full potential.”

Craig closed his eyes and nodded. He could feel all of the separate stimulations all over his body as each woman used each of her hands in a different ways, and it was working. He was suddenly feeling very slutty. Their compliments made him feel special, and he felt that he would be well taken-care-of by these nice mature ladies.

He’d had feelings of wantonness before, when his Aunt Irene, or the many other women whom his Aunt had invited to help, had taken a turn to force him to ejaculate, but this time it was more intense. He felt abandon, wantonness, sluttiness, and he was beginning to revel in the emotions of being an interactive toy for the pleasure and entertainment of the mature women.

Having so many mature ladies, focusing so much of their attention on his penis and testicles, made him want even more attention. He was proud that they liked to look at him and touch him and make him ejaculate. He was amazed at how many times a day the women that took care of him made him spurt.

They clearly knew how to make a boy become instantly and intensely aroused! Craig could feel the blood rushing into his penis, filling it up and making his shaft as long and thick and hard as it had ever been. He reveled in the heavy, stiff feeling of his erection, and really enjoyed the way the three women were touching him and smiling at him and complimenting his penis.

In all his months of scheduled milkings, he had never felt so naked, exposed, humiliated, and objectified before. And he loved it. He surrendered to the feelings of the women stimulating his body, taking unimaginable liberties with his restrained body. He felt completely at their mercy, which he was, and he knew they would force every drop of semen from him.

But he really wanted them to do it. He wanted to please them with spurt after spurt of his semen – to surrender and submit himself to them and to feel ever more used and taken as they forced him to ejaculate again and again.

After several minutes of the exquisite torment of the three pairs of mature hands stimulating him in new and amazing ways, Mrs. Carrington seemed satisfied with the effect.

She said, “Well, it seems that you’ve offered us a very nice erection, Craig. Now I think it’s time to start working with your delightful penis and see what wonderful spurts you can give us.”

Craig gasped, “Yes, Ma’am,” between his involuntary moans and sighs. The boy couldn’t help but wiggle against his bonds, even though he was fully immobilized at wrists, chest, hips, thighs and ankles. The teasing stimulations were forcing his body to respond on its own and he couldn’t help it.

Mrs. Douglas noticed him blushing and whispered softly, “We know it’s hard for a boy to hold still, honey, that’s why you’re properly secured. It’s ok for a boy to wiggle and moan, Craig, we know it’s good for you. And we know you like it, honey. We know you want us to make you spurt, and of course, that will embarrass you. It’s as it should be, dear. Just let us play with your body and let it happen. It’s good for you, dear.”

“Yes,” said Mrs. Wrightwell, “When a boy’s body is properly stimulated, he can’t help feeling very naughty and slutty. It’s good for you to have those feelings, Craig, so just relax and enjoy how wanton you feel. We’ll take good care of your penis and testicles for you, sweetheart, so don’t worry.”

Mrs. Carrington moved her hand from deep within his scrotum, and made a ring with her thumb and forefinger around the base of his glans, just capturing the edge of his corona in her grasp.

She cooed, “Ah, what a nice penis, dear, your head is turning a delightful purple color, in preparation for ejaculation. Now I’m going to stimulate just the most sensitive parts of your penis, and we’ll see if you respond for us like a good boy should.”

“Ahhrrrggggg…” gasped Craig as she began to twist and stroke lightly just under his head. The stimulation was very dramatic, sending shockwaves of intense sensation shooting through his penis, testicles, and nipples. It seemed like all the energy in his body was centering itself in his genitals as he writhed and gasped uncontrollably.

“That’s a good boy, give in to the sensations, honey, and just let them take over. You know it’s good for you to be milked, and we’re going to take good care of you, dear.” Said Mrs. Carrington as she continued to stimulate his anus and the corona of his penis, quickly reducing the boy to a gasping, moaning, wiggling wreck of nerve endings set on fire.

“Mmmm,” said Mrs. Douglass, “It’s good for you to be a naughty, wanton boy, sweetheart. We know what you need and we’ll take good care of you. Just imagine how you look, all naked and splayed open for us, so vulnerable and submissive like a good boy, and we’re doing such deliciously naughty things to your sweet young body…”

“Yes,” said Mrs. Wrightwell, “Such naughty things to your penis and testicles and little nipples and bottom – and you like it – you want us to do this to you, don’t you dear?”

Craig couldn’t help but nod his head as he moaned and writhed under the onslaught of way-too-much sensation. He felt completely naked and vulnerable and exploited and used and he loved it. He could feel his ejaculation approaching quickly, but he could feel the ladies grip on his testes tighten as they continued to pull and spread his testicles.

“Ah,” said Mrs. Wrightwell, “You want to spurt for us honey, and your big swollen testes want to pull up to your body – but we want to play with your testicles, dear, they are so cute and full and firm.”

Mrs. Carrington increased the speed and urgency of her hand motions, twisting, pulling, with little fast strokes that made her fingers stimulate his corona more and more as she expertly began driving him toward ejaculation.

“Tell us you like it, Craig,” said Mrs. Carrington firmly.

“Ooohhhh,” moaned Craig.

“No, we need you to use your words, dear,” she said, “We want to hear your voice confess that you are a naughty slut-boy.”

As one, the three women removed their hands from his body, leaving him tingling all over, and very desperate that they continue. His enormous erection throbbed and pulsed in frantic need for just a little more stimulation. His body writhed against his bonds, wishing for more of the mature ladies’ touch. An involuntary whimper of disappointment escaped his lips causing the three mature women to giggle.

Craig knew more or less what they wanted him to say, but he was too embarrassed to bring himself to verbally admit that he was a naughty, wanton, slut of a boy. He just couldn’t make his mouth say the words.

Mrs. Douglass leaned over and he felt the soft breath on his ear as she whispered, “Oh, come on, honey, you don’t want us to stop do you? It’s easy, you just need to confess to us how much you like being strapped down and helpless as we play with your body and make you spurt. That’s all, it’s no big deal, honey.”

Mrs. Carrington said, “Craig, would you like us to continue playing with you, or would you rather just go to lunch.”

“Please…”he pleaded desperately, “please continue…”

“Ok, we can do that, sweetheart, but you just need to tell us why.”

Craig tried to put it into words and finally gathered up his courage, “Because I like it…” he whispered.

“Tell us more, Craig,” said Mrs. Douglass, “Tell us that you are a naughty penis-boy and you want us to make you spurt.”

“Beg us to continue, honey,” whispered Mrs. Wrightwell, “tell us how much you need to be milked and how much you liked having us touch you…”

“I want it…. I need you to milk me… please make me spurt… I can’t help but love what you’re doing…” the boy’s gasping voice rasped out the words as his body writhed to prove the truth of them.

“That’s nice honey,” said Mrs. Carrington, “Now just admit that you are a slut. Confess that you are willing to pull down your pants and let any mature woman have her way with your penis and testicles. Admit that you want us to milk you and take your semen…”

“I do… I confess…” he gasped, “I can’t help it… I’m a slut for you… please milk my penis and make me spurt!!!”

Six hands were suddenly on his body again, resuming the stimulation as the three women all said “good boy.”

Mrs. Carrington cooed, “Now, Craig, just answer my questions, and as long as you say “yes, Ma’am” to each of my questions, we’ll continue to touch you and play with you and we’ll let you spurt for us. Would you like that?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he gasped.

“Good boy. Now then, you liked it when Mrs. Wrightwell pulled down your pouch panties and exposed your naked penis to us, didn’t you dear?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he admitted as he whimpered and writhed against his bonds.

“You like having all of the mature women here at the Institute see your naked penis and testicles, don’t you, sweetheart.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” he gasped.

Mrs. Carrington continued interrogating him, forcing him to admit all the naughty nasty secrets of his submissive heart. To each of her questions, he couldn’t help himself but answer “Yes, Ma’am.”

She said things like: “Do you like the feeling of being naked around women?” “Do you like to feel a woman’s eyes on your body?”, “Do you like the fact that your genitals are shaved – so that you’re even more naked?” “Do you like to let all the women touch your naked body?”

She continued: “Don’t you feel embarrassed to get an erection in front of the Ladies – and see them all looking at your penis and smiling?” “Don’t you secretly enjoy being helplessly strapped down – so we can do whatever we want with you?” “You like the sheer pouch panties, don’t you Craig?” “You like the swimming pouches because they are transparent when wet, don’t you?”

Mrs. Wrightwell asked: “You love to feel helpless as a woman milks your penis and makes you spurt, right Craig?” “Don’t you secretly desire to be a naughty little slut-boy and give yourself to any woman that wants to fondle and caress your genitals?”

Mrs. Douglass added: “You want to spurt for us now, don’t you dear?” “You want to see the smiles on our faces when you spurt your semen – you want to please us with your semen, don’t you honey?”

When Craig nodded emphatically to that last question, “Yesssss….. Ma’aaaammmmm”, after having humiliated himself with affirmative answers to all of the other questions, Mrs. Carrington gripped the full shaft of his penis firmly and began to stroke long and hard – quickly driving him over the edge to ejaculation.

The boy’s body writhed against the straps and he wailed and whimpered in submissive ecstasy as the first spurt of semen flew from his turgid straining shaft, to the delight of the three mature women.

Craig was surprised as the two women at his sides released his nipples and testicles and began dipping their fingertips into the little pools of semen that had fallen onto his belly, and putting their fingers quickly into their mouths, making pleased and satisfied noises in their throats.

He was further surprised to feel Mrs. Carrington place the head of his penis on her extended flat tongue and stroke the next several spurts right into her mouth, and making her own satisfied noises.

Somehow, the way the women treated his semen – as a delightful treat to which they had every right to enjoy as they saw fit – made him swoon with submissive feelings. He felt as though he was merely a body whose spurting fluids were being harvested for the benefit of the women, and this made him fall into a deeper sea of submissive feelings.

More than being restrained and helpless. More than having to beg and plead for them to force his ejaculation. More than having to confess that he was in fact a completely naughty and wanton slutboy. More than all of that, the way the three mature women treated his semen made him feel more helpless and vulnerable and powerless than anything else.

He felt like he was not only their personal play-toy, but that his semen wasn’t even his. It belonged to them the same way that a cow’s milk belonged to its owner. He was just a boy whose penis was being milked for the pleasure and enjoyment of the ladies. They were in charge of him. They took care of him. They controlled him.

With his last spurt, merely a dribble, he collapsed exhausted. His body felt completely warm, worn out, used, taken, exploited, dominated, and ‘had’. He felt a depth of submission he’d never felt before. He felt as though he belonged to the women in the institute and that he would obey and let them do with his body whatever they wanted whenever they wanted.

His genitals felt completely empty and used up as his penis softened to a flaccid and exhausted state.

He could feel one of the women still stroking and pulling and milking his soft penis, and a tongue occasionally licked a little drop of leftover semen from the tip. It seemed right and normal somehow, since all of his semen was theirs for the taking, and no longer his own.

They had every right to every last drop, and he knew it. He waited patiently for them to finish with him and then he felt his bonds being loosed and opened his eyes as he felt Mrs. Carrington, still between his spread thighs, massaging the special genital development cream onto his penis and scrotum as was always done after a milking.

He found the three smiling faces of the attractive mature women. They silently helped him up off of the table without saying a word. They helped him back into his pouch panties, making sure that his spent genitals were properly positioned in the pouch.

They helped him out of the room and down the hall to the lunch room.

The door opened into a large mess area, with small tables for 4 spread around the room. Many of the boys of the school were already seated and eating their lunch with three mature women. His matrons led him to his table and sat him down.

Through his bleary eyes, Craig noticed that at many tables the mature ‘caretakers’ of the other boys were feeding them with one hand while caressing the boys’ inner thighs and genitals with the other. All of the tables had at least one Lady whispering to the boy, and the boy nodding obediently.

Once the foursome was seated, a young female waitress came to the table and delivered the day’s lunch meals of roast turkey and salad. Craig was told to keep his hands at his sides and Mrs. Carrington began to feed him one small bite at a time as she talked to him from across the table.

While Mrs. Carrington spoke, the other two mature ladies sat close by his sides, smiling and nodding as they caressed his thighs. Craig found his legs involuntarily spreading apart, allowing the ladies full access to his soft pouch, without even thinking. It just seemed right.

Mrs. Carrington said, “After lunch, we have a fun activity planned for the boys, Craig.”

She fed him another bite, and continued. “Each boy will be taken by his Ladies to the assembly hall where we’ll set you up on another exam table. The summer biology class from the girl’s academy will be coming by to study male anatomy and the girls will each get to examine a naked boy so that they can get a good score on their exam.”

Mrs. Carrington grinned, “The Girl’s Academy has a special summer program called “Introduction to Male Genital Development”, and only their best and brightest 18-year-old students are allowed into this special program. So isn’t it nice that our Dean has volunteered the swim-camp boys to be the genital models for the girls to study?”

Craig blushed, “Um…I guess so…”

“Yes, it is very good for the young Ladies to be able to examine the genitals real live boys. Pictures of naked boys, and movies of naked boys having their penises stimulated to ejaculation are shown every day in the classes at the Girls’ Academy. But images just don’t do justice to real male genitals, which are quite interactive. So it is best for the girls to have firsthand experience touching, feeling, examining, and milking a cooperative naked boy, don’t you think?”

“Uh…Yes, Ma’am.” Craig blushed at the thought of a Girls’ School that had a summer program completely focused on male genitalia.

Mrs. Carrington continued, “And, we’ll be expecting our boys to make a good showing for the sweet young ladies of the Girl’s Academy, and give them a full experience of male genital function. This will serve as our boys’ 2pm scheduled milking. A very nice 2-for-1, don’t you think?”

Craig realized what she meant and asked, trembling, “Do you mean…”

“Yes, of course, dear,” said Mrs. Carrington, “You’ll have a randomly selected young lady from the Girls’ Academy examine and explore your genitals, which will of course make you erect. After satisfying her curiosity about your penis and testicles, she’ll stimulate your penis and make you spurt out your semen. It’s important for you to give her a very educational ejaculation that she can observe and study. But don’t worry, we’ll all be there to give her guidance and help so that she’ll feel confident in performing her first clinical penis milking, honey. It will work out just fine, I’m sure…”

Craig was surprised to feel his penis throbbing and getting a little stiffer. He’d only just ejaculated for the Ladies a half hour ago, and already he could be aroused again. He realized that the special lotion and the pill they gave him must be working to increase his semen production and ease of arousal.

He nodded bashfully to Mrs. Carrington, after all, there was nothing he could do about it. He was enrolled in the institute and couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. Of course, he was becoming aware that he really didn’t want to leave. Quite the contrary. He never wanted to leave.

He knew in his heart that he wanted these women to continue ‘taking care’ of his penis and making sure his semen was properly milked from his body. He needed to ejaculate many times a day now, and he could always feel a subtle need to spurt growing in his groin at all times. He realized he could no longer imagine a life without his Aunt Irene and her friends, or his wonderful three caretakers, constantly milking his enormous production of semen from his overlarge and over-productive genitals.

Soon lunch was over and the ladies led him to a large hall, fitted with more than 20 examination tables complete with stirrups and restraints. These tables also had an additional feature – there was a white sheet set on an angle from the middle of the table.

Craig instantly realized that the sheet would cover a boy from the waist up, so that the young ladies would not see the faces of their assigned boys. He supposed this was so that the girls could do their studies in a more ‘clinical’ environment without making any sort of attachment with the boy they would milk.

Anonymous milking by young untrained female hands. Yet another humiliation for the boys.

The room was already filling up as trios of mature ladies, all dressed smartly in skirts and dresses, helped their boys into position on the tables, and adjusting the sheets to keep their boys anonymous.

Craig’s Matrons took him to his appointed examination table and helped him into position. They strapped him down securely but comfortably, and placed the sheet appropriately so that his assigned girl from the Academy would not be able to see him.

She would be able to hear all of his moans of pleasure and whimpers of submission, and she’d see his body writhe against his bonds, but she would not be able to see his face as she played with his genitals and eventually forced yet another ejaculation from his productive penis.

Soon all the boys were in position, secured behind the anonymous sheets on their respective tables. All the mature female handlers stood by their boys, caressing them and cooing encouragements and praise.

Then, at the end of the great hall, the double doors were opened and the Dean entered, followed by several instructors from the Girl’s Academy, and then the young 18-year-old female students filed in, wide-eyed and grinning in amazement as looked around the room.

Obviously, none of the young ladies, all recent graduates of the high school level of the Girl’s Academy, had ever been in a room full of naked males. Their young roving eyes took in the scene of so many tables, with boys strapped down naked with their thighs spread wide and offering their young virile genitals for the girls to study and examine.

It was like a parade as the single file line of girls walked slowly around the room, passing close by each table in the circuit. By this, each girl was able to take a few moments to see each boy’s genitals, all shaved bare for their complete naked offering to the girl’s view.

The girls were meant to appreciate all the differences from one boy to the next. Some boys were already erect. Some boys only partly so, and some flaccid. Some were longer, thicker, more pink, more brown. Some penis heads were plumper than the shaft, some less so.

But all of the boys were handpicked for the larger-than-average size of their endowments, so all of the boys presented very large genitals for the girls to look at, and giggle, whispering softly to one another.

The room was silent as the girls filed past each boy. Each girl pausing a moment to gaze between his spread thighs, and hold silent secret thoughts in her heart.

After two complete circuits of ‘viewing’, the girls all moved to their assigned boy, which they knew by the numbers on the tables to be matched to the slip of paper they each had been handed by their instructor.

The head of the Girl’s Academy summer program, Mrs. Peterson, addressed the young ladies as they each stood at the ready, between the spread legs of their assigned boy.

“Ladies,” she said, “let us give a round of applause for Headmistress Dawson who has so generously offered us the use of her boys this afternoon.” All the girls gave polite but enthusiastic applause, smiling as the Headmistress of the Larraine Institute gave a slight bow in acknowledgement.

Dean Peterson of the Girls’ Academy continued. “Ladies, you each have been assigned a boy to examine and should by now be standing in front of him. As you look at your boy’s presented genitalia, I want to begin by reminding you of many things we have already covered in our Summer Classes so far.”

Craig, like every other boy in the room, could ‘feel’ the anonymous girl standing between his legs, and looking at his vulnerable penis and testicles. It was an arousing feeling, and he blushed as he felt his penis throbbing toward erection. His matrons all stood by him, caressing his face and chest, murmuring softly to ‘relax dear’, and ‘it’s alright’, and ‘good boy’.

Dean Peterson said, “As you young ladies can see, the male’s legs are large and muscular, his abdomen is tautly muscled. The overall size and shape of the male body shows that it is designed to do heavy work, and to do battle to protect his female…”

She looked around the room as the girls were all smiling and nodding in appreciation of this knowledge.

“But unlike the softer, more voluptuous body of the female,” Dean Peterson went on, “the male is actually more vulnerable in many ways than the female. There, between his spread thighs, you can see how his most tender and precious organs are outside his body, where you can see and touch and enjoy them. Just imagine, girls, if your ovaries were hanging out between your thighs – so vulnerable and exposed to injury – as are the boy’s testicles…”

Again, the young girls’ faces were somber, showing compassion at the boys’ plight, and nodding sagely that what the dean spoke was certainly true.

Dean Peterson continued, “And so, ladies, we females must always keep in mind that our boys’ testes are susceptible to pain and harm. We shall always treat them with nurturing tenderness as only a wise female is able to do.”

The girls were all nodding in agreement and smiling with friendly, appreciative looks on their faces.

“And now,” said the Dean, “Let us draw our attention to the penis, that most delightful of appendages, so soft and delicate one minute, and then engorged and firm with arousal the next. I can see that most of your boys are already well on their way to full erection, if not there already. For those of you who have a boy who is still mostly soft, do not worry, he is probably just nervous. Once you begin to touch him and talk to him, he will certainly firm up for you nicely. That’s one of the wonderful things you will learn about boys – they are quite easily aroused – and they are therefore so much fun to play with.”

There were twitters and giggles at this last comment, which were quickly hushed by the Dean, as she stifled her own smile, attempting to keep up good decorum.

She continued, “Now ladies, you may pull out the little stool you’ll find under the exam table, and you may sit on it and adjust the height so that your boy’s genitals are at your elbow height. Remember, as we have discussed in class, good ergonomics must always be observed when examining a boy.”

There were little squeaks of wheels and the hiss of pistons all around the room as the girls positioned their respective stools properly and sat down between the raised and spread thighs of their assigned boys.

“Alright girls,” said the Dean, “you may now place the flat palms of your hands on the boy’s inner thighs, near his knees.”

The girls all carefully did so.

The Dean looked around the room, seeing all the seated girls with their hands dutifully in their laps and their eyes fixed on the male genitals displayed in front of them. “Now you may begin to caress your boy’s thighs, sliding your hands gently to his inner thigh and back, but do not make contact with his genitals. This is a comforting gesture on your part to show the boy that you mean no harm and that you appreciate him. You may introduce yourself by your middle name only, and praise your boy as we have practiced in class.”

Craig jumped a little in surprise as he felt the small soft hands of a girl touch his thighs and begin to gently caress him. He heard a tentative little voice say, “Hi, my name is Sally, and I’ll be examining you today.”

Craig whispered, “Hi”, not knowing what else to say, and Mrs. Carrington leaned over and murmured in his ear, “It’s not necessary for you to respond, dear, just enjoy her hands and her words.”

He nodded, feeling the girl’s hands on him and feeling his penis throbbing and his testicles pulling up automatically when her hands approached the upward reaches of his thighs, so close to his genitals, but not touching. He hoped she would touch him soon.

Dean Peterson spoke. “Now girls, I’m sure you can see how your boy’s genitals respond as you caress his thighs. You are probably seeing his penis and testicles react to your touch, even though you’re only touching his legs. Isn’t that adorable?”

There were soft murmurs of approval from around the room.

“Now ladies,” said the Dean, “you must always to remember to compliment your boy. Find something, or many things, that you like about his genitals and compliment him. Boys need consistent feminine approval to be truly happy, just as they need consistent feminine attention to their genitals.”

The girls all practiced saying nice things to their boys. All around the room were heard young female voices saying things like, “I like how pretty pink your penis is,” or, “I like how big and full your testes look,” or, “Your penis is nice and big and stiff, it looks very nice.”

Sally cleared her throat and said to Craig, “You have a very pretty penis and testicles.” Then she thought she could do better, “I like how your penis throbs and your head is a darker pink color, it’s very nice.”

She smiled as she was rewarded with a nice throb of Craig’s penis, making his head puff out momentarily and turn even darker – almost purple. “Oooh,” she said, “that was very fun to watch. Your penis is just lovely.”

Craig felt comforted that the girl was being so nice to him. He hadn’t known what to expect, and he was pleased that she found his genitals attractive.

The dean spoke. “Girls, now you may begin your examinations by touching your boy’s testicles. Take one of his testes in each hand gently, and roll them softly in your fingers. This will feel good to your boy, and you can also feel the oblong shape of real testicles, and you can feel the bumpy area where the cord that connects his testicles to his body attach. Try to feel the seminal ducts if your boy’s scrotum is relaxed enough.”

The girls all spent several minutes fondling and examining their boy’s testes, eliciting the occasional sigh or soft moan of pleasure from their boys. The girls also noted that each boy’s penis throbbed to fully stiff erectness as they fondled their testes.

“Compliments, ladies, always let your boy know that you accept him and approve of his genitals…” cautioned the dean.

The room filled with small female voices praising their male charges’ testes and scrotum.

Craig’s Sally said, “I really like how soft your scrotum is, and I like that it is shaved nice and bare. It feels soft and nice in my hands. I also think your big testicles are just adorable. They’re nice and firm, but I know they are also delicate and I’m doing my best to be very gentle…” She giggled to herself and added, “And I’m imagining your testes are very busy, working hard to make sperm for your upcoming ejaculation. They feel nice and healthy, and I’m happy to have the chance to examine them.”

That was so nice, Craig thought, and he gave a little moan of appreciation for his young lady examiner.

The Dean spoke again, “Now ladies, you may gently take hold of your boy’s shaft and begin to softly stroke up and down. This will bring pleasure to his penis, so don’t be alarmed if he can’t help but wiggle in his bonds or gasp and moan. That is all perfectly normal and to be expected.”

Craig’s Matrons looked at Sally’s hand on his erect penis, gently beginning to stroke him. Mrs. Douglass leaned over and whispered, “It’s ok to grip more firmly, love, and give a nice stroke all the way up so that your fingers rub against the crown of his head… Yes, that’s it, well done…”

Sally smiled and improved her technique as Mrs. Douglass had suggested, and she was very pleased to see her boy wiggle a bit more and moan in obvious pleasure. Sally smiled, ‘this is so amazingly fun!’ she thought to herself.

As all the girls in the room stroked their boy’s penis, the dean encouraged them to keep feeling the boy’s testes with their free hand, and to continue complimenting their boy on how nice his penis was responding to stimulation.

Male throats gasped and moaned and whimpered all over the room. A few of the more adventurous girls would lean forward when the Dean wasn’t looking, and give the head of their boy’s penis a quick furtive lick, usually followed by a desperate whimper from their boys, which of course pleased the young lady very much.

Smiling girls busily stroked penises all over the room, sometimes looking over to the girls next to them, watching for any special techniques they might try.

The Dean, now walking about the room to look over her girls’ shoulders and assess their work, gave further instruction.

“Now girls, don’t be alarmed if your boy develops a dollop of clear fluid at the tip of his penis. This is perfectly normal, and is a good sign. As you know, boys will leak pre-seminal fluid as they become aroused, and this is a clear lubricant produced in their urethra so that their semen can slip out more freely when they boy ejaculates. You can cause him to dribble more of it by making the upward stroke on his penis with a stronger grip than the downward stroke.”

She strolled around a little more as the girls all tried to make their boys drippy with the clear fluid, to varying degrees of success. After a moment, the Dean giggled, “I know what you girls are thinking, and yes, it is perfectly alright for you to dab his dribbles with your tongues. You’ll find this clear fluid relatively pleasing, as it usually has a hint of sweetness…”

Male moans and gasps were heard all over the room, as well as the satisfied smacking of youthful female lips as the girls tasted their first male juices.

“While you are there, girls,” said the Dean, “Take a moment to put your nose right into his scrotum between his testicles and inhale his male scent. You’ll find it entirely unusual, yet strangely attractive. There’s just something splendid about the smell of male genitalia. You’ll remember this smell for the rest of your lives…”

The girls sniffed, sampled, and in some cases deeply inhaled their boys’ scents, each girl reacting in her own way, some ambivalent, some pleased, and some fascinated.

The dean indicated that the girls should now all increase the speed of their stroking, increasing the stimulation of their boys’ penises in preparation for forcing his ejaculation. Boy’s wiggled and writhed and gasped and whimpered and moaned all across the hall.

“That’s it, girls,” said the Dean, “your boys will ejaculate soon, and when they do, you should be very proud. Now, it is important for these boys’ training, as well as your own practice, that you now begin to focus your boy’s thoughts. A good boy has submissive thoughts and feelings when he spurts his semen as an offering to his Mistress. For a brief moment, you will each become the Mistress of your boy – in total control of his genitals – you are going to make him ejaculate and it must happen on your terms. This means, he must spurt submissively for you. That is good for him and good for you.”

The Dean looked around the room to see determined young faces, getting serious about stroking their boys and making their penises spurt.

The Dean said, “Now is the time for you to give them dominant talk – just as we have practiced in class so many times. You girls know what to say to your boys and you drive them over the edge and force them to ejaculate. Now is the time that you exert your feminine power and make your boy spurt while you control what you allow him to think about.”

All over the room, young female voices took on powerful authoritative, yet nurturing tones as they guided their boy’s to ejaculation with their hands and their words.

Sally began to rub Craig’s penis with greater vigor one moment, then slowly yet firmly the next, as she spoke to him.

“I’m going to make you spurt out all your semen for me, young man,” she said, “now I want you to be a good obedient boy for me, and when I give you my permission, I expect you to ejaculate within ten strokes of my hand on your penis. Can you be a good boy for me?”

She took Craig’s gasp and whimper as a fine submissive response. “Yes, I’m sure you are a good boy, and you’ll be nice and obedient for me. I have complete control of your penis, so it’s best for you to just surrender to me and let me have what I want. I’m going to take your semen, and you are going to obediently give it to me on command. Yes, good boy, all tied down on this table, helpless as I stroke your beautiful penis… You can’t help but submit your genitals to my care… You know it’s good for you to yield yourself completely to me… Yes, good boy… I can see your hips struggling to wiggle, but you’re completely bound and helpless…. I think you’re ready…. I’m rubbing your penis and I’m watching carefully…. I want to see you spurt for me, my good boy… yes, such a good boy with such a pretty penis, all stiff and pink and ready to spurt for me…”

Craig was beside himself with the agony and ecstasy of her hands and words. He felt completely submissive to her and he knew she would make him ejaculate very hard. He knew she was going to drain him completely dry and leave him weak and spent and very limp…

“Now, my good boy,” said Sally, “I am going to make you ejaculate. Your penis is ready to spurt your offering of semen for me, and I am ready to receive it. I’m going to count down from ten, and you will spurt for me.”

Craig whimpered in surrender, writhing and moaning much to the delight of his young female captor.

“Ten… Nine… Eight… Seven… Six…” With each number, Sally stroked Craig’s penis longer, letting her hand rub against and over the ridge of his crown further and further, increasing the stimulation of the boy’s penis tenfold.

“Five… Almost ready,” she said. “Four… Yes, good boy…”

“Three… You’re head is so swollen and purple, I can’t wait to make you spurt.”

“Two… Good boy, here it comes…”

“One. You may now spurt for me and show me what a good boy you are.”

Sally’s hand simply gripped around the ridge of his penis and stroked fast in little jerks – localizing the intense stimulation right at his most sensitive and vulnerable area.

In response, Craig’s body went completely stiff and he cried out in despair as his first jet of semen vaulted from the tormented purple head of his penis, to be followed by several more spurts of equal power and volume.

Sally giggled with delight and triumph, amazed at how forcefully her boy was spurting his slimy white juices into the air above her hand. She directed the aim of his penis so that his semen went onto his belly and accidentally onto the white sheet.

Sally was completely excited and happy to have caused her first ejaculation – and such a nice big one – from such a nice boy with such beautiful genitals. It was a day she would treasure all of her life. She loved to feel his penis pulse in her hand as it spurted, and she loved the feeling of the last of her boy’s warm semen as it dribbled onto her hand and ran down her wrist.

Sally, following the instructions that all the girls had received, continued to hold her boy’s shaft in her hand and gently stroke it as it slowly pulsed and softened over the course of two or three minutes. She loved how she could keep milking just one more drop from his penis, and then just one more, and again.

It just seemed like the boy was so full of the wonderful warm juices, and she kept looking at the drops that were on her hand, hoping to soon have her first tasted of a boy’s offering…

The Dean praised the girls – each one having very successfully masturbated her boy to ejaculation. Many of the girls had lost a bit of control and had at least one spurt in their hair, or on their blouse or skirt, but it was all in good fun, and while embarrassed by the mess, the girls were also proud to wear the signs of their victorious handling of their first boy.

The Dean encouraged the girls to leave their boy with a little kiss, and most girls used the opportunity to plant their lips softly on the sensitive head of their boy’s penis, thanking him for being a good boy, and then stepping away from the table politely.

Sally’s hand still had a good deal of semen, and she couldn’t wait any longer, bringing it to her mouth and lapping up the pearlescent remembrance of her time with her boy. Her first taste of semen was strange but not completely unpleasant, more acceptable because of what it represented, rather than being particularly enjoyable.

Over the next several weeks, however, Sally would continue to remember, and celebrate in her mind, the wonderful feeling of her boy’s penis in her hand, his pulsing as he ejaculated, and the taste of his youthful semen that she could always easily recall to her lips…

For Craig’s part, after all the girls left the hall, his matrons unfastened him and cleaned him up. They took him back to his room for his three o’clock nap, and each told him how proud they were of him and what a good boy he was.

All he knew was that it was extremely arousing to have his genitals milked by a woman that he couldn’t see. Being used so anonymously was very exciting and only increased his feelings of being exploited and completely submissive to female dominance.

As Craig drifted off to a much needed nap he wondered what would be in store for the evening…

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