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Irene was very pleased with how things were developing the first several weeks with Craig. He had taken to his milking schedule very well, and the daily pill and lotion applications seemed to be working well also. The boy's already prodigious genitals seemed to be growing larger, and he was becoming almost constantly aroused. It now took only half an hour from the time he had recovered from his milking to the time that he began to show signs of involuntary stiffness and easy arousal again. All she had to do was mention something about his genitals or semen-milking schedule, and the boy couldn't help but get another erection.
He was becoming insatiable...
Irene was first attracted to her young nephew, only just turned 18, from the first time she had accidentally seen him undressed at her younger sister's house. She had always thought the boy to be a cute and adorable young fellow, but her breath had caught in her throat when she had first seen what was hanging between his thighs that fateful morning. Young Craig was not aware of his Aunt Irene, in her late 50's, lurking in the darkness of the hallway as she looked through his partly open door.
Craig had though he was alone in the house, and having just showered, he was preparing to get dressed but was in no hurry to do so as he had walked back and forth in his room picking up this and that. His movements had given Irene a view of his naked young body from every angle several times, but her stifled gasps betrayed the fact that her favorite view was when her nephew was walking toward her. She was delighted and fascinated by the way his fresh young genitals swayed to and fro with each step – they looked so succulent and full of promise...
Craig had a smallish but muscular build, filling out into manhood slowly, but his genitals were already very much 'man-sized', and then some. So big and heavy looking, she had wondered how he ever got his delightfully oversized genitals into his pants. His flaccid penis was long and thick, and his testes hung low in his relaxed scrotum and appeared to be the size of eggs.
At once Irene knew in her heart that her little sister's boy was very special. He was always so quiet and shy and easily embarrassed, which made him just adorable, but his genitals were just so big that she really wanted to touch and feel them. And she couldn't help but be fascinated by the idea of watching the boy ejaculate – no – making him ejaculate with her own hands. Yes, that would be so wonderful, she thought, to help him keep up his healthy genital development by frequently relieving him of any build up of excess semen.
In the days that followed her first glimpse, she had hatched the plan to bring the boy to live with her for the summer, and to make certain that she would be able to see his naked body and touch his young manhood regularly. She had heard whispers of Dr. Jordan Andre, and her special clinical practice devoted to the proper development and maintenance of male genitalia. Irene searched online and – voila! – She found the website and made an appointment to bring her nephew in for an examination.
Irene's sister was happy to have her son stay with his Aunt, and for Irene to take an interest in his health and take him to the doctor. Irene was amazed and thrilled that the visit to the clinic was more than she could have ever imagined. Her nephew had been put on an exam table completely nude, his legs were up in the stirrups, and his genitals were examined thoroughly by Dr. Andre and her assistant Nikki.
Then, to Irene's even greater delight, Dr. Andre had proceeded to stimulate the boy's penis and bring him to ejaculation. And the most amazing thing of all was that Irene was allowed – no, required – to be in the room and watch the whole thing. After that, Dr. Andre prescribed that beautiful young Craig's enormous genitals be 'milked' several times per day according to a strict schedule, and that he be given applications of a special 'genital development' cream, and also a daily pill of some kind.
It was required that all of a boy's scheduled milkings be properly supervised by a woman, preferably a family member like Irene. It was further stated that since his milkings must take place according to the time schedule, and because his output of semen must be collected, measured, and recorded on a chart, it was best if the boy were to be milked by his Aunt, rather than to be supervised while masturbating.
Irene was delighted, to say the least, and the blushing look on her already recently-milked and embarrassed nephew was priceless. And one couldn't go against a doctor's orders, could one?
Dr. Jordan also gave Irene a pair of special underwear for Craig, and the web link where she could purchase more. The underwear were called 'pouch-panties', and they were designed with three purposes in mind.
First, the special 'pouch' was made of very thin, stretchy material, so that his genitals had plenty of room to hang naturally with just a tiny bit of support. This was understood to encourage healthy genital development for boys – far better than either restrictive briefs or useless boxers.
Secondly, the pouch itself was very sheer, so that it was nearly transparent. This was really for the benefit of the women in the presence of a male who wore the pouch panties so that his genitals could be clearly seen and enjoyed.
Third, the name 'pouch-panties', the soft pastel colors they were made in, and the fact that they were designed to be thin, soft, and clingy, all added to a boy's embarrassment at wearing them. They were cut with a low waist, high-cut thighs, and the minimum fabric necessary to fulfill the function.
Having a boy wear pouch panties always made him self-conscious and easily embarrassed. Dr. Andre also recommended that when the boy was at home, he should wear nothing but the special pouch-panties, as they were the only truly healthy garment for a male to wear.
In addition to the physical aspects of extracting semen from the boy under a rigorous schedule of milking sessions, and the replacement of the boy's normal underwear with the 'pouch-panties', there was also a psychological aspect to the boy's 'treatment program'. Dr. Andre and her staff trained Irene both in written form and by example, how to 'imprint' her young charge with the proper psychological suggestions to help him be the most delightful young man he could be.
These suggestions, applied in subtle ways throughout the day, but more dramatically during his milking sessions when his young mind was most open and vulnerable, were designed and intended to help him become even more self-conscious about his genitals and to bring out his submissive nature.
The results were wonderful. He was more easily embarrassed than ever, and now was so easily aroused at the slightest suggestion. Dr. Andre had told Irene in a phone conversation that this was to be expected, and encouraged the mature woman to continue to keep the boy erect and embarrassed as much as possible between milkings.
Whether merely by the psychology of suggestion at his most impressionable moments, or that in combination with the drugs, Irene was not sure. But just a hint of talk about his genitals could now make his penis swell and his breathing quicken, and the boy would become obviously aroused no matter what the circumstance. It was hard for Irene to keep from toying with the boy's arousal and easy embarrassment about it as he was more easily manipulated every day.
He was so easily aroused, and still so blushingly embarrassed by his body's responses, that Irene couldn't help herself but to enjoy making the boy stiffen up in the most embarrassing situations. She loved nothing more than to be out shopping with him, or in line for a movie ticket, or in a restaurant, or especially visiting one of her many friends, and say something to arouse the boy. It was so easy and delightfully fun – especially for the ladies present!
When out of the house, Irene would have Craig wear small cotton gym shorts and a tee shirt. The gym shorts she chose for him were always of a thin fabric and one size too small, so that his ample genitals were evident even without arousal. She loved to watch his face blush whenever he noticed that women were eyeing the copious bulge in his shorts, and to hear him softly groan if she had to remind him, always whispered loudly enough so that others could hear, to keep his hands at his sides like a gentleman should.
That always produced small grins on the faces of nearby females whose inquisitive eyes were being pleased by the boy. Irene loved to lean over and whisper to her nephew something like, "Those ladies over there are looking right at the big bulge in your shorts, dear. I suppose they are wondering just how big your penis is, aren't they? Wouldn't it be nice if this were a good place to slip your shorts down and let them see your pretty pink panties? I'm sure they'd be very pleased..."
Words like that would now make the boy tremble and blush anew as his penis would immediately start throbbing and stiffening, tenting his shorts out. He would be so embarrassed, and Irene could always see the mental war going on inside him as he fought the powerful urge to cross his hands in front of his crotch and hide his erection from view. But if he tried, Irene would again insist that he stand up straight with his hands at his sides and assure him that there was nothing to be ashamed of and that it was normal for boys to have erections.
He was allowed to wear nothing in Irene's home but his pouch-panties, and he was becoming accustomed to Irene having her friends over to visit. He was 'accustomed', but not 'comfortable', since part of the conditioning of his mind included keeping him very self-conscious and embarrassed at being exposed to his aunt and her mature lady friends, even though it was now almost a daily occurrence.
Irene mused as she drove her 18-year-old nephew home from his latest follow-up appointment at the Andre Clinic for Male Genital Health that she had conditioned the boy very well in the first several weeks. She had already included her friends Marg, Daphne, and Cora in his milking sessions at home and away, and the boy had been an obedient and compliant young man, cooperating fully with his milkings no matter how embarrassing Irene made them to be. She had managed many 'out of home' milking sessions in order to keep up the schedule; several while visiting at Marg's or Daphne's house, and once at the shopping mall with Cora's help.
The first time he had been milked away from Irene's house or the Andre Clinic was at Daphne's. She had purposefully taken the boy to Daphne's home only a half-hour before his scheduled milking. Since she only let him wear small cotton gym trunks, and his conditioning had caused him to become erect in anticipation of his next milking, the poor boy arrived at Daphne's already struggling to hide a growing erection. Irene just 'had to' insist that he stand up straight with his hands at his sides as she greeted her friend and chatted about the weather.
The boy's blushing and fidgeting were just priceless as Irene explained all about Craig's milking schedule, and the two mature women blatantly looked at the tenting bulge in his shorts. Irene then told Craig to go ahead and take off his shorts and tee shirt so Daphne could see how pretty his new pink pouch-panties were. He was so nervous as he undressed under the oh-so-interested eyes of his two mature keepers.
Daphne allowed as how the pouch-panties looked 'very nice' on Craig and encouraged him that from now on, he need wear nothing else whenever he came to visit her home. Of course Irene agreed that would be best as she explained to her friend the developmental benefits of the pouch-panties while young Craig could only stand in front of them as a panty-model.
Soon it was time to relieve her nephew's semen build up, and Irene asked if she could enlist her friend's help to perform Craig's scheduled milking atop Daphne's dining table. Daphne was only too happy to help, and led Craig by the hand to her dining room, helped him out of his pouch-panties under Irene's watchful eye, and the two ladies worked together to position Craig just right at the corner of the table.
Daphne brought the boy some small pillows for his knees, and a big fluffy one to lay his head upon. His position was perfect for milking – on his elbows and knees – with his left knee just at the dining table's corner. Irene positioned the sample cup beneath Craig's stiffening penis, and taught Daphne how to properly milk a boy with the two-handed downward strokes. She also taught her how to properly fondle and stimulate the boy's dangling testes to excellent effect, and the two women took turns at each station.
The constant starting and stopping of the milking process as the two women kept changing places made this particular milking session take extra time. Of course, the ladies were in no hurry, and took their time to chat about the wonders of male genital development and keeping up a good schedule with a boy so that he wouldn't get an unhealthy 'backing up' of semen.
The boy's blushing embarrassment was just adorable! It seemed the more embarrassed and ashamed the boy was, the more intense were his ejaculations and more copious the semen he produced. This was, of course, one of the chief goals of the psychological imprinting portion of his genital development program.
Daphne picked up on the verbal 'imprinting' with the same acuity that she had mastered the downward milking stroke and testicle massage techniques that were so important for a boy's healthy and thorough milking. She quickly joined in with Irene in saying all the special things that a boy needs to hear from his lovingly maternal and mature masturbatrices.
Daphne was taking a turn sliding her hands from the base of his thick penis all the way over his red and swollen glans, slowly and efficiently repeating the hand-over-hand continuous downward stimulation to draw the boy ever so slowly to ejaculation.
She said, "Keep your thighs nice and wide, dear so that your Aunt Irene can properly massage your full testicles while I milk your beautiful penis. You're being such a good cooperative boy, honey, and we'll have you making nice big spurts of semen soon, dear. But right now, you just relax and let Aunty Daphne stroke your penis for you, that's a good boy..."
Irene chimed in, "Yes, what a good boy you are being, dear. Your testicles are so big and full for us this morning. I'm sure you'll soon be giving us some nice big-boy spurts of semen soon and fill up the sample cup for us, won't you dear? But not too soon, dear, because we have to build up the stimulation slowly, don't we? Yes, such a good boy knows that his Aunt Irene and Aunty Daphne know what's best for his penis. And we know just how to stroke your penis gently and rub your sweet testes to help you."
Daphne slowed her hand movements even more, saying, "Oh, my, Craig, I could feel your beautiful stiff penis throb a little, so I have to slow down. We don't want to have you spurt for us too soon, dear."
"Yes, that's right," said Irene as she fondled her nephew's large testes in her little hands, "We can't have our boy spurting too quickly. A good and proper milking of semen takes a long time and must be done with patience and care, honey. We know what's best for you dear, you just need to breathe deeply and relax and let us take care of your big stiff penis and your firm swollen testicles. We're going to get all your semen out in just a while longer, dear, so you just relax and let us take good care of you."
The ladies changed positions so that Irene was in charge of Craig's penis and Daphne had charge of his testes. Irene had shown Daphne how to gently stretch the boy's testes down and behind him while feeling and fondling them lovingly. Daphne had never seen genitals as large as Craig's, and was both impressed and fascinated by every shape, texture, and color. She adored his testes and treated them lovingly as she massaged and felt them to her heart's content.
Irene began to increase the tempo of the downward strokes slightly as she teased the boy mercilessly. "Mmm..." she mused, "I wonder if our sweet boy is nearly ready to spurt for us, Daphne, what do you think?"
Daphne replied, "Well, I think he's such a good boy that we shouldn't stop now. I suppose since he's scheduled for a milking, that we should milk him fully..."
"Yes, I agree," said Irene as she smiled at her friend, "But I was just wondering if we should let him spurt all his semen out for us now, or perhaps we should wait a little longer..." Irene was increasing her pace slightly as she spoke, in contrast to her words, and she was holding his erect penis more firmly as she milked downward.
Irene continued, "On the other hand, I suppose I could begin to rub his penis faster and encourage him to let his semen flow. But at the same time, it might be best to slow down and just make it last another half hour or so." Both women smiled as they heard the boy gasp and moan at the thought of being pleasurably tormented for another long period of time.
Daphne said, "But I think we agree that he has been a good boy. He's been holding nice and still for us in his milking position, just like you told him to. He's kept his head down and his thighs wide so that we can access his genitals well. What if he promises to give us his very best spurts and give us every last drop of his semen? Would you let him ejaculate for us if he promised to be such a very good boy?"
Irene winked at her friend and slowed her hands so that they were just barely moving – ever so slowly down the length of his shaft. Then she gripped his penis in her left hand just above the crown of his glans, and rubbed the flat palm of her soft and well-lubricated palm in circles against the red and swollen head of his overly-aroused penis. Both ladies suppressed giggles as the boy gasped and moaned as his hips couldn't help but wiggle in response to the intense stimulation.
Irene spoke in a soft and maternal voice, as though speaking to a very young child, as she said, "Craig, dear, your penis seems very sensitive, do you think I should stop rubbing and stroking and playing with your penis so you can rest honey?"
Between gasps, the boy could only shake his head, 'no'.
Irene increased the stimulation, pulling and twisting with her hand around his shaft and rubbing the tips of her soft fingers all over his glans. "I'm sorry, honey, Aunt Irene couldn't hear you. Please use your words like a good boy and tell me what you need."
Irene had, in the past few weeks, become a highly skilled masturbatrix, able to manipulate her nephew's penis in all the unique ways that could control his ability to breathe, let alone talk. She used her skills to try to prohibit the desperate boy from talking, just to enjoy his delicious torment. She knew that by focusing all her attention to the head of his penis, he wouldn't be able to ejaculate, but he'd be overwhelmed by the intense sensations.
Oh, how she loved boys and their oh-so-delightfully sensitive penises. She knew the old saying was true that if you were in control of a boy's penis, you were in control of the boy.
Craig squirmed and panted and gasped for breath, trying to form words in his overwhelmed mind. "Ugh... Oh... Pleassse... Spurting.... Ooohhh... must... spurt.... Aaahhhhh...." He said in the midst of Irene's onslaught.
Irene smiled and said to Daphne, "Dear, would you please pull his sweet testes down a bit, and make sure they can't be drawn up? That will help him hold back from spurting too quickly..."
"Yes," said Daphne, "I'd be happy to," and she used both of her soft tiny hands to make a ring around his scrotum above his dangling testes, and gently held them down as she thought happily about his impending ejaculation and how delightful it would soon be to watch each precious spurt of semen filling up the sample cup.
Irene said, "Craig, did I understand correctly that you'd prefer to be milked to ejaculation soon, rather than for me to just continue playing with your penis for a long time?" She continued to over-stimulate the boy's glans, turning it from a swollen red to a truly desperate and urgent purple with her skilled handling.
He nodded emphatically, "Oooohh God... Yesssss.... Ughrrrrrr..... Ahhhhhh..... Please...... Now..... Arghhhhhh....."
"Very well," said Irene, "If you insist. I suppose it is true that you've been a very good boy for us and does seem like you're ready to have a nice big ejaculation for us. Do you promise to spurt hard for us and give us every last precious drop of semen? If I ask Daphne nicely to release your testicles and come sit by me to watch your spurts, will you be a good boy and make big spurts for her and make me proud?"
He nodded again, desperately squirming and moaning incoherently – no longer capable of more than that.
Irene said, "Alright then. Daphne, why don't you come over to my left and sit in a dining chair, I'm sure you'd have a good view of Craig's spurting penis from there."
"Delighted," said Daphne, and she gently let go of the boy's testes and took up her new position.
Irene scooted a little to her right, toward Craig's bottom, and she reached her right hand between his thighs and grasped the shaft of his penis firmly. She began to stroke up and down with her right hand with firm even strokes. Her new position caused her right wrist to push against the boy's testicles as her hand stroked up his shaft, and with her left hand out of the way, she gave Daphne a clear view of the boy's purple head from whence would soon come spurts after spurt of juicy boy semen.
Irene caressed the boy's bottom with her left hand as she stroked his penis quickly with her right. She said in a very maternal and comforting voice, "Alright honey, it's time for you to spurt out all of your semen while Daphne watches. Just let it flow now, dear. I want you to be a good boy for us now, and you have your Aunt Irene's permission to ejaculate for us."
Irene stoked the young boy's penis vigorously for the umpteenth time. She marveled that her hands and arms had grown in their stamina for this task, never tiring anymore. She worked her boy's penis thoroughly, driving him right to the edge of ejaculation and over the cliff as her mature friend Daphne watched with rapt attention.
Suddenly, as boys always do, Craig's body stiffened with every muscle tensed. "Here comes his semen," said Irene, and the moment his body relaxed, a long white rope of thick fluid spurted from the tip of his penis and splashed into the collection cup as Daphne's eyes opened wide in happy amazement.
Another and another and another – the boy kept spurting into the cup as Irene continued stroking his penis and making sure that his head was over the collection beaker so that not a drop would be wasted. After five or six strong spurts, the boy's body relaxed further and Irene continued milking him. He dribbled more semen as Daphne looked on, and then finally Irene used long base-to-tip strokes to coax additional drops from the boy's softening penis.
When there was not a drop more that could be enticed from the boy's spent penis, Irene let go of him. Craig rolled onto his back, away from the ladies, and lay there panting to catch his breath.
Daphne looked up at her friend. "My, my," she cajoled, "You certainly have your hands full with this boy. Is it this intense every time he's milked?"
"Yes," smiled Irene, "Isn't it wonderful?"
"Certainly – I just want you to know you can count on me any time you need help with him."
After the two ladies had milked a truly impressive amount of semen from the trembling boy's penis, they took him down from the table and helped him to lie down on a nearby chaise to rest from his labors. The women drank tea in quiet happiness as they sat near the boy's reclining body and observed his soft and resting genitals.
Daphne was so pleased and fascinated with the ample size of the boy's penis and testicles, that with Irene's happy permission, she pulled a chair close beside the resting boy and laid her hand gently upon his genitals. The two women chatted for at least half an hour as Daphne sipped tea with one hand and explored Craig's soft and relaxed genitals with the other. Daphne sighed many times with contentment as she fondled the resting boy. It seemed so peaceful and natural for a woman to enjoy the warmth and velvet feeling of a boy's most intimate parts.
When it was time to go, Daphne got to help Craig on with his pouch-panties and very much enjoyed helping his penis and testicles into the correct position inside the pouch. She even leaned forward and planted a chaste little kiss on the head of his penis.
Daphne smiled up at him and gently patted his genitals as they nestled in their sheer pouch. She said, "Now you be a good boy for your Aunt Irene, and do come back and visit your Aunty Daphne soon. And when you do, be sure to wear your pretty panties, won't you dear?"
"Yes, Ma'am," he said, blushing anew at the bold attentions he was receiving from the plump and pretty mature lady.
Irene said, "Perhaps in the future, I could drop Craig off to stay with you for a day or two. I'm sure you've had enough experience now to be quite capable of taking good care of his penis and testicles and seeing to his milking needs."
Daphne brightened, "Oh, yes, that would be lovely. Any time at all that I can help with Craig's needs, I'd be happy to do so."
The two 50-something ladies hugged and kissed and so ended Craig's first visit to Daphne's home. In the subsequent weeks there had been many others and Daphne had become one of Irene's favorite partners to help her with Craig's milking schedule...
On a different day, Irene took Craig shopping for some new swimming suits, since he loved swimming so much and summer was upon them. They went to the store in the nearby mall owned and operated by Irene's dear friend Cora, who had recently entered her sixties, and her 28-year-old daughter, Marilynn.
While trying on several tiny Speedos and modeling them for the three ladies, two things happened. The girls got a very good display of the blushing boy's big genital bulges in the tiny swimming briefs he was forced to try on, each one smaller than the next. Also, as the time for his milking approached, he had an obvious erection, which simply could no longer be contained in the little briefs.
Irene then made a big show of looking at her watch, and then explaining to Cora and Lynn that the boy was on a Doctor-ordered milking schedule to help his proper genital development. The look on the blushing and timid boy's face was priceless as Irene explained in great detail the requirements and methods prescribed to make the boy ejaculate 4 times a day on a strict schedule. Cora, who knew a little about it from phone conversations with Irene, then asked how she and her daughter could help support the boy's healthy program.
Irene allowed as how they needed a place to perform his milking, and that it would be not only alright, but actually beneficial to the boy's conditioning if they watched and helped. Cora offered that they had a small sorting table in the back room, and Irene soon had the naked and erect boy on elbows and knees atop that very table as Cora and Lynn watched his milking.
Irene continued to imprint they boy's mind powerfully during that session, by having both Cora and Lynn add to his intense feelings of helplessness and humiliation by massaging his testicles, holding the sample container, and even taking turns applying the prescribed milking motions to his erect penis. Both mother and daughter had a wonderful time and showed themselves to be 'naturals' by cheering him on and yet making his ejaculation as humiliating as possible by talking 'baby talk' to him.
Cora was just a natural when it came to the 'baby talk'. She had the most fun leaning down and whispering into the boy's ear while either Irene or Marilynn was stroking his penis.
Irene noted that the boy's ejaculation was extremely intense as Cora and Lynn worked together, saying all the right things to embarrass the boy to the fullest imaginable extent. Irene wished she had brought a note pad. Needless to say, the boy came in buckets to the absolute delight of mother and daughter alike, and it was deemed a very successful outing.
Irene recounted all of Craig's milkings and exhibitionist adventures of the past few weeks to Dr. Andre during Craig's follow-up milking procedure at the clinic. It was an especially embarrassing milking for the boy. Dr. Andre performed it with the help of her trusty assistant Nikki, with Craig strapped into the stirrups again. But this time, there were also three young nursing interns in attendance to heighten Craig's experience of embarrassment, resulting in a truly prodigious ejaculation, much to the delight of the students who broke into applause as Craig lost himself in a fit of spurting.
Dr. Andre had later spoken to Irene and Craig in her office about a very special and exclusive boy's school for which Craig might be an excellent candidate. Since Craig was an avid swimmer, perhaps he'd like to enroll in the summer swimming camp, receive excellent coaching, engage in competitions, and continue his genital development program in the bargain.
Irene listened attentively as Dr. Andre explained that the school was very prestigious and exclusive and had been organized after the First World War around the concepts of Nouveu Femme philosophy as a sort of 'charm school' for young gentlemen. It was a boy's school for young men aged 18-21 where the boys received an excellent college education in an environment that espoused the Nouveu Femme virtues of Female-dominant relationships and society.
The school was called the Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, and was owned, operated, and staffed exclusively by females and both Dr. Jordan Andre and her sister Professor Victoria Andre were on the board of directors. This particular institution had always focused on instilling submissive behavior and feelings in the young men toward the mature maternal guidance upon which they would be dependent for the rest of their lives.
All of the staff – administration, teachers, the board of regents, and even the 'boosters' of the swimming team – were all mature women in their 50's and 60's, who provided maternal wisdom and guidance to instill the formation of submissiveness in their young male students.
In addition to teaching the Nouveu Femme philosophy, the Institute now employed, with Dr. Andre's help, the very methods that Irene was currently using to help her young nephew's genital development – the pill, the lotion, and the scheduled milkings – as well as the mental and emotional imprinting practices to help enhance the young man's development as a submissive male suitable for a Nouveu Femme lifestyle in the company of enlightened women.
Each boy's sponsor, in Craig's case that would be Irene, had the responsibility to meet with the boy for a milking session 4 evenings a week to keep up their special and intimate relationship. That would mean Irene would have to attend the evening session with Craig Monday through Thursday evenings. Luckily, the institute was nestled in the hills just 10 miles from the clinic so it would not create an excessive travel burden.
Irene was very interested and said so. Craig admitted that he loved to swim and would relish the opportunity to attend a swimming camp. Though the boy was very embarrassed to admit it, he agreed that it would be good for him to be able to continue his genital development program at camp. Dr. Andre smiled knowingly, and then took steps to help the process along.
As Irene took Craig home, she was excited about the literature she had received from Dr. Andre, and the appointment she and her nephew had that evening with Head Mistress Dawson to discuss Craig's acceptance to the swimming camp, which was to begin on Monday, just two days hence. There were only 12 boys accepted to the camp, and with only one slot left, she hoped Craig would be admitted.
Dr. Andre had magnanimously made a phone call and set the appointment, so Irene was hopeful. Craig liked the idea of the swimming camp and was very interested. Little did Craig know what the qualification process would entail, but Irene knew he would do well. It was a 12 week course lasting the summer, and if he excelled in the camp, he could be offered admission to the school for the fall semester!
When they got home, Irene had the boy shower and dress in his best clothes for the interview. They only had a few hours to get there with bells on.
The time came and as Irene steered her car through the large gates, she realized the institute was a former mansion of huge size. It had stables, an indoor Olympic sized pool, a full gymnasium, and over 50 rooms on a parcel exceeding 100 acres of rolling hills. It was most impressive.
Upon entering the foyer, they were escorted to the meeting room by a fit and rather severe-looking woman in her sixties who identified herself as Ms. Rigby, the biology teacher. The meeting room was a large ballroom with an expansive dance floor, a stage, and vaulted ceilings painted with exquisite replicas of famous and recognizable artwork, all of which had been modified to feature the males fully nude while the females were fully dressed. The males in the paintings were all young and very well-endowed, making Irene's breath catch.
All around the room, there was still more artwork. All paintings of nude young men in various poses, their large genitalia displayed to great advantage, and all in the company of several fully dressed and mature women. It dawned on Irene, when she saw that many of the women were repeatedly represented with different boys, that these might be portraits of past students of distinction.
Ms. Rigby ushered the Aunt and nephew to a large conference table at the far end of the room. Seated at the table were five women around Irene's age, all dressed immaculately with an air of both grace and authority about them. They rose and each gave both Irene and Craig an introduction, a warm smile, and a welcoming handshake.
Once they were all seated around the table, Head Mistress Elizabeth Dawson introduced the other 4 women as members of the swim team booster society. Ms. Dawson gave a brief history and description of the Institute that mirrored what Dr. Andre had told them. Irene was startled when the Head Mistress specifically stated that there were really only three qualifications for a boy's entrance to the summer program.
First, he had to be recommended by a staff member or a member of the board of regents, or the booster society.
Second, he had to have already shown strong personality traits of submissiveness and obedience to female authority.
And last, in order to be admitted to the swimming program, the boy had to have larger-than-average genitalia.
It was something of a shock for Irene to hear such a thing stated in so matter-of-fact a tone. Craig blushed and looked down, bringing smiles to the faces of the five representatives of the Institute. Since neither Craig nor Irene spoke, the Head Mistress continued.
"The founders of the Institute, now long dead, were three women. They were sisters, named Eunice, Eleanor, and Francis Larraine. They were of a family of French Aristocrats and came to this country around the turn of the century to distinguish themselves as wealthy matrons of the arts. They were well before their time as they imagined the early ideas of the Nouveu Femme philosophy, and sought a way by which they could begin to make them flourish.
"In 1905, the sisters Larraine founded a women's college in this very city. Today it is known as Bellamore University, where a member of our board, Dr. Victoria Andre, is the dean of Women's Studies. Other than the more avant-garde curriculum in the Women's Studies department, Bellamore has become a very mainstream coeducational university, as you well know.
"What was kept very quiet, and is fairly unknown today, is that in 1920 they founded the Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, to which they gave their former home as the campus and a large endowment to maintain it. This institute still operates today as it did at its founding, very strictly according to the 10 principals of which you will learn shortly."
The Head Mistress took a moment to allow the historical information to sink in. After a suitable pause, she said, "A moment ago I listed the three qualifications for admission. The qualifications themselves contain two of the 10 principals upon which the school was founded. The Sisters Larraine imagined a very simple solution to the obvious problem of how one could know a boy's status as regards the first two principals of the institute – a student must have a submissive and obedient nature toward women, and he must have a generous endowment."
Ms. Dawson looked at Craig and said, "Young man, please stand up."
Almost without hesitation, Craig stood as if it was the most natural thing in the world.
She said, "Thank you Craig. Now, I want you to undo your trousers and pull them down, and then pull down your underpants so that we can see the size and shape of your penis and testicles."
The woman spoke in a completely natural voice, betraying no hint of emotion. Likewise, the faces of her four compatriots displayed no hint of interest or anticipation.
Craig looked quickly at Irene and blushed. His Aunt nodded that he should continue.
Craig looked down and fumbled with his belt buckle, afraid to look up at the women sitting at the table.
"Please keep your eyes front, young man, and be quick. We simply want to see your genitals. Do not displease us with further delay."
"Yes, Ma'am," Craig whispered. A mixture of nervousness and resignation on his blushing face, the boy kept his eyes of the ladies in front of him as he undid his pants and let them fall. Then he gripped the waist of his pouch-panties and pushed them to his ankles and stood up straight to allow the women to see his nakedness.
"Please lift your shirt, Craig, so that it doesn't impede our view."
Craig lifted his shirt tails and stood, mortification written all over his face. Despite the strange formality of the situation, Craig's penis was pulsing with the beginning of an erection. Several of the women whispered to each other, and Irene thought she made out the word 'perfect' said by one of the booster society members.
The Head Mistress spoke again. "Please answer my questions with complete honesty, Craig, as your admittance to our program depends upon it."
He nodded, with fear and sincerity in his eyes.
Her voice changed. It was now softer, warmer, like a mother comforting her beloved child. "Craig," she said, "do you feel embarrassed and humiliated that you have pulled down your pants and displayed your penis and testicles so that we can look at them?"
He swallowed and whispered, "Yes, Ma'am," as his penis throbbed and erected still more.
In the same caring and comforting voice, she said, "Even though you feel embarrassed, does it arouse you to know we are looking at your naked genitals?"
He hesitated, but then whispered, "Yes, Ma'am."
"Craig," she asked sincerely, "Do you want to pull your pants up?"
There was a long pause as the boy looked confused. A broad range of conflicting emotions played across his face to eventually be replaced by revelation. He then admitted very quietly, "No, Ma'am," as his blushing renewed its vigor and his eyes fell to the floor in shame.
Finally, the Head Mistress smiled, "Good boy," she said with happiness in her voice, "you may be seated."
He started to reach for his pants, but then looked up at her for guidance. She smiled and shook her head slightly and he left his pants pooled at his ankles as he sat down with his now erect penis jutting up from his lap lewdly.
Still smiling, Ms. Dawson said, "Good boy," eliciting just a small embarrassed grin from Craig's face. She looked at him a moment and then said, "Spread your thighs for us, Craig. A boy must not hide his charms from a woman's eyes."
Craig's face betrayed renewed humiliation as he forced his legs apart to display his genitals for the women. He felt pleased when they all smiled and nodded slightly.
The Head Mistress cleared her throat and spoke again in the more formal tone with which she had begun. "We believe Craig will make a nice addition to the swim team, and we will approve his admission as the final member of the summer swim camp."
Both Irene and Craig smiled.
The Head Mistress continued to smile, and spoke in an ironic tone. "There are two more of the ten principals which have now come into play. The third principal is that a boy is not allowed to have un-cared-for erection, and the forth is that a boy is not allowed to masturbate; ever. Therefore, we now have a problem that must be dealt with." Her eyes focused on Craig's penis in its fully erect condition to indicate the 'problem'.
She then looked at Irene meaningfully. "The fifth principal is the principal of nurture and care. Since you are present as his Aunt and guardian Irene, it falls upon you to remedy his erection by the most proper and natural means."
She turned her head to Craig and said, "Now we come to the fifth principal – the principal of request. Just as it is Irene's role to care for your erection, it is your duty to be a polite and respectful boy. By having an erection, whether it is purposeful or not, you have put a demand of honor upon your loving Aunt Irene. Therefore you must be suitably polite and respectful of her position and request her aid and support. You must ask her to help you according to the principal of request."
She looked at Craig to see if he seemed to understand. Satisfied, she said, "There is a protocol of language that you must learn to use, and you will learn to say these words to the woman who has charge over you at any given time the need arises."
She smiled in amusement, and continued, "The wording is somewhat archaic, but yet remains very appropriate. Please repeat after me. 'Aunt Irene, I have become aroused and my penis is erect. I humbly ask that you touch my penis intimately, so that if it pleases you, I may spend my semen at your bidding and become again soft in your hand.'"
Craig did his best to say the humiliating words, and with correction and help from Ms. Dawson, he spoke the formula correctly on his third try.
All during this time, Irene listened and watched the boy with fascination. She thought it was wonderful that the boys in this school would be milked by several different women several times a day. And the idea that the boy would have to 'report' his erections, and 'request' to be masturbated and milked, was just a stroke of genius!
She looked from the women at the table to Craig, and said, "Alright, dear, thank you for asking."
She pulled her chair closer, adjusted her position, and began to masturbate her nephew as the ladies watched. The experiences of the evening had had such effect on Craig that it did not take long for him to start to squirm and gasp under her loving stimulation. She increased the urgency of her strokes and began to coach her boy.
"Good boy to ask your Aunty to rub your penis. Such a nice penis you have, dear, so stiff and full of boy-juice that you're going to give to me soon... Show the nice ladies what big-boy spurts you can give me. I want you to spurt for me now, Craig, make nice big juicy spurts of semen for us! You must keep your hands off your penis, but I'm stroking you now and making you spurt. The nice ladies here will help you to spurt when your penis gets stiff, dear, so don't worry. Now come for me!"
The boy moaned and writhed and spurted again and again as Aunt Irene drove him through his ejaculation until he was just a dribbling, quivering mass of spent boy-flesh. When she had milked him quite thoroughly, the five ladies gave polite applause and a few "Good boy's" and "Well done's".
Ms. Dawson produced a few tissues and handed them to Irene so that she could clean the boy up. Craig just lay in the chair, covered in his own semen, exhausted and spent.
"That was lovely," said the Head Mistress, "We all enjoyed that very much, as I'm sure Craig did too. We'll expect to see your nephew here at 9am on Monday to begin his time with us at Swim Camp. Please be on time. Now Ms. Rigby will show you out."
"Thank you," said Irene, 'We'll see you Monday."
TO BE CONTINUED...
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