Peter at Sea
A warm breeze blew in from the sea as Peter walked along the cobbled harbour
causeway. The threadbare soles of his white yacht shoes did little to cushion
the rough surface.
He had walked over twenty miles since leaving the small pension where, for a few
francs he had stayed the night. He reached into the pocket of his white
trousers, which were already grubby and dusty from his journey, finding the
piece of newspaper, which carried the advertisement.
"Wanted Cabin boy" fit and able. Motor Vessel 'Sobsel' requires young person for
a variety of duties at sea. Cruising June to January, applicants must be smart,
energetic and be prepared to take on a variety of sea-going duties.
Apply Bo'sun, MV 'Sobsel' SW Harbour, Antibes.
Peter looked at the advertisement and returned it to his trouser pocket, next to
his passport.
He noticed that the larger vessels were moored further down the causeway, around
the curve of the harbour, their mooring ropes pointing towards the smart cafe's
and restaurants that were the habitue, of the very rich. He put his hand to his
forehead in a salute, shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight, which
reflected from the blue waters of the harbour.
He could see several large yachts and beyond them a series of smart motor
vessels. All of the motor vessels appeared to be of the ocean going type, sleek
and expensive with a plethora of radar and communication devices bristling from
the top of their bridges and wheelhouses. Peter walked on, not really knowing
which type of vessel to look for. He strode quickly, but it was another ten
minutes before he was able to read the names on the sides of the large motor
vessels.
"Sobsel", the name was etched in chromium plate on the side of the largest ship
in the harbour. His heart sank as he realised that his prospects of gaining
employment aboard such a vessel would be slim. He looked down at his dusty and
dishevelled white shirt and trousers, unconsciously excusing his own appearance
for the effort he had made in walking twenty miles.
The gangplank of the ship was finished in fine hardwood; it's many coats of
lacquer glistening in the bright sunlight. Peter shrugged his shoulders and
walked towards the two gendarmes, who were leaning against the gangplank rails,
they both looked bored and irritated by the heat of the day. As he approached
they made a halfhearted attempt to stand to attention, moving slowly they stood
together barring his way to the ship.
The taller of the two looked him up and down and grunted incoherently, lifting
his chin in a questioning gesture. Peter, without thinking, addressed them in
English. "I have come to see the bo'sun of this ship, er... about the job of
cabin boy."
Peter hoped that their English was good enough for them to understand him.
"Wait!" was the only reply he received. Peter watched as the man walked slowly
up the gangplank on to ship. Peter eyed the other policeman who was now standing
in the centre of the gangplank, eyeing him warily. Peter shrugged and stood back
feigning disinterest.
Unknown to either of them was that their every movement was being observed from
the ship. "I think we might have found our cabin boy". The dainty hand of the
captain placed the binoculars down on to the highly polished surface of her
desk. She looked across the wheelhouse to the bo'sun. "Miranda, why don't you
take a look?" Miranda laughed at her friend. "The trouble with you my pretty
little captain is that you are too impatient. You've interviewed over twenty
prospective cabin boys already and you must admit none have come up to standard.
Mind you, this one does look scrummy."
Miranda raised her own glasses and looked in more detail at the boy who was
aimlessly pacing around the paved area at the end of the gangplank. "I think you
could be right, certainly the physique looks good. Are you going to put him
through the interview process, then we could get a better look at him through
the closed circuit cameras."
The captain lifted up the phone and talked quickly for several minutes. When she
had finished she sat back in her chair and opened the collar of her uniform.
Miranda watched avidly as the captain undid the rest of the buttons of her white
tunic. She ran her hand over her perfectly formed breasts, teasing the nipples
between her delicate fingers.
Abruptly she stood up and walked to the far end of the wheelhouse, carelessly
throwing her uniformed jacket on to the desk. She reached up to one of the
cupboards, which was set into the wall. Her tanned torso revealed lithe muscles
and sinew beneath the smooth flesh as she stretched.
She slid open the door and took out a long leather strap. She ran her hand down
the full length of the heavy hide, grasping the solid calf handle she wrapped
her delicate fingers around it, her bright red nails in stark contrast to the
rugged dark brown leather.
Miranda looked apprehensive as the beautiful young woman turned towards her. She
looked at the captain's magnificent breasts, marvelling at their size and
firmness. Miranda had seen her friend naked many times and had had the pleasure
of being seduced by her and the pain of being punished by her but she could not
help feeling a thrill as she stood in awe of her magnificent figure.
"You need not worry this time Miranda, I have a small disciplinary measure to
take care of, but it is not for you this time so relax. Will you call the duty
officers and tell them to bring Gillian to me. I think she should be in the
galley preparing tea."
It was only a few moments after Miranda had picked up the telephone that a tall
girl entered the wheelhouse. She was dressed, as were all the crew, in a white
tunic top with a short matching white skirt. Her tanned legs were bare, the
white deck shoes she was wearing made no sound as she entered the room. "We have
brought rating Gillian Saunders Ma'am, She is waiting outside with duty officer
Williams. Shall we bring her in?"
The duty officer showed no surprise at seeing her captain bared to the waist.
"Yes you know the routine. Strip her in here and then bring her through to my
office." The captain walked through the door at the end of the room and entered
her private office. The room was magnificently furnished with a large ornate
desk and several leather chairs.
Pictures of various schooners were hung on the walls, along with antique ship's
clocks. Glass cabinets held various historical brass sextants and navigational
items. One cabinet held an assortment of telescopes that had been lovingly
preserved.
In the centre of the room stood a low bench, the top covered in matching leather
to the chairs.
The captain watched as the naked girl was brought forcefully into the room. The
pretty duty officers held her firmly by each arm as they sat her on the end of
the bench. Quickly they grasped her legs and bent them up and over her chest,
raising her bottom several inches off the end of the bench. They both knelt at
each side of the girl and held her legs firmly.
The captain moved forward and stood over the pretty young girl. She noted that
she had started to tremble, her pretty face flushed and blushing as the duty
officers spread her legs wide apart. The plump flesh of her bottom was stretched
tight, revealing the neat pink rosebud of her anus.
"Gillian you have been a naughty girl and you know I have to punish you." The
captain leaned forward and stroked her fingers gently down the inside of the
girl's thigh. "Be a good girl and take your punishment." She slid her hand over
the soft flesh of the girl's shaven pubis and parted the plump lips with her
delicate fingers. "Miranda would you come here?"
Miranda, who had been observing the procedure from the open doorway, walked
through and knelt down facing the girl's upturned buttocks. She took the small
tube of gel she was carrying and, opening the top, smeared the lubricant over
her fingers.
As the captain took her hand away from the girl's pubis, Miranda immediately
placed one hand between the girl's bottom cheeks and the other over her smooth
pubic mound. Expertly she parted the labia and slipped a finger into the moist
orifice, watching the knuckle disappear into the trembling girl's most private
part.
"You have been a silly girl haven't you Gillian." Miranda spoke gently and
lovingly as she moving her finger quickly in and out of the blushing girl's
vagina. "It won't be long now and it will soon be over." She cooed as she deftly
slipped a second finger into the trembling girl.
With her other hand she gently stroked between the cheeks of her bottom,
locating the tight opening of her anus. "Let's just pop a finger in here and
open you up a bit." She murmured as she probed the opening.
"There we are, that's a good girl. She felt the sphincter try to contract as she
pushed her lubricated finger straight up into the tight orifice. Miranda
expertly manipulated her fingers inside the girl, occasionally running a
fingernail over the erect clitoris. She worked diligently for several minutes
until she felt the telltale signs of acute arousal.
The captain looked down at the trembling body of the young girl, noting the
anguished expression on her face as it became suffused in a red blush. The
girl's lips were parted and she had begun to breathe heavily as Miranda
quickened the pace of her fingers.
"Three strokes, I think." Miranda took her cue and once more speeded up the
tempo of her fingers buried deep in the girl's vagina, at the same time she
pushed hard with her other hand impaling the girl's bottom with the length of
her forefinger.
The captain stood back and raised the heavy leather strap above her right
shoulder.
Miranda sensed that the girl was close to orgasm; the flesh of her vagina was
contracting and expanding involuntarily against her fingers. Quickly she pulled
her hands away, feeling the tight flesh of the sphincter shudder as she withdrew
her fingers. Miranda moved quickly aside as the captain brought the heavy
leather strap down hard against the timid flesh of the trembling girl.
Whap. The strap bit into the tender flesh, wrapping itself intimately around the
tightly stretched buttocks.
The girl screamed, arching her shoulders back and thrusting her young breasts
upwards. Almost immediately the captain raised the strap again and brought it
down hard. The heavy leather singing through the air towards it's target.
Whap. The second stroke smacked into the centre of her upturned bottom, the
thick leather imprinting its form on her captive flesh. The girl tossed her head
from side to side, her breath exhaling in a violent hiss as the shock of painful
lash coursed through her body.
"Arrgggghhhhh...nooo ..ooo" The girl screamed, unable to control her pain.
"Pleeeessse, argggghhh,, noo more." Her body was trembling from head to toe as
she pleaded with her tormentors. The captain quickly raised the strap again and
brought it down again, this time against the sensitive juncture between the
girl's thighs and buttocks, it's broad imprint was accompanied by a loud slap as
the leather once more found it's target.
The girl bucked as if she had been electrocuted, her lips drawn back in a
grimace as she fought the pain. "Arrrggghhh.... Arrrrrggggghhh" She cried. Her
limbs trembled and quivered as she tossed her head to left and then right as the
pain coursed through her body.
It had been no more than ten seconds between the first and last stroke as
Miranda quickly took up her position between the girl's widely parted legs.
Quickly she probed the trembling flesh of her vagina and pushed her finger
rudely up inside the girl. "There, there, it's all over now, try and relax
there's a good girl. Her soothing words contrasted against the quickening
fingers of her hand. Miranda slipped her other hand between the girl's parted
buttocks and gently but firmly, pushed her forefinger back up into the girl's
bottom.
"There you are you are going to cum soon."
The captain put down her strap as she spoke and kneeled down beside the
distraught girl's head. She leaned forward and kissed her, thrusting her tongue
deep into her mouth.
Casually, the younger of the two duty officers, grasped one of the girl's
nipples between her finger and thumb and squeezed hard. Gillian could not
control herself, she felt her body tense as wave after wave of sexual sensation
coursed through her body. She managed to draw air into her lungs just before she
felt her captain's lips once more close over her mouth. Skilfully the girls
brought their captive to new heights of sensation as they caressed and speared
her body.
Veronica smiled to herself. It was always the same thought she had as she
pursued her pleasures. Being captain of the "Sobsel" was a true fulfilment, a
job that provided her with limitless pleasure and satisfaction. To have one's
whims and desires catered for so completely was a privilege that few would enjoy
in their lives. She bent once more over the distraught body of the young girl
and whispered to her. "There my pretty young thing, we are just going to make
you cum once more before we let you up."
Her softly spoken words seemed to inflame the girl to new passion. She could not
help screaming as she felt Miranda push a second finger deep inside her vagina.
The second duty officer smoothed her carefully manicured nails down over the
girl's heaving tummy and cruelly pinched the exposed clitoris. "Arrrrgggghhh...
arggggh." Gillian screamed as she reached her second orgasm.
"Arrgggh..oooooohhhh pleeeeease" Miranda smiled to herself as she felt the walls
of the vagina contract violently against her fingers.
"There we are, you are a good girl. Now lets have a nice big cum this time." She
spoke softly as she deliberately thrust her finger hard up into the young girl's
bottom, curling it upwards as she furiously moved the fingers of her other hand
in a deep circular motion inside the timid girl's vagina.
Gillian's body tensed in one violent spasm, her legs and torso locked rigid as
she reached her second orgasm. Suddenly she started to quiver from head to foot
and screamed uncontrollably
"arrrggggghhhhh... argggggghhhh...ooooohhhhhh." She thrashed her head from side
to side as paroxysms of emotion overtook her body.
They watched intently as Gillian's body trembled and shook, before her emotions
subsided. Her lungs gasped for breath as small tremors ran through her body. Her
full breasts heaved upwards as she fought to take in air. Miranda gently reduced
the motion of her fingers until there was no movement. Gently she withdrew her
finger from the girl's tender bottom and pressed her hand firmly against the
crease between her buttocks.
"There you relax and we'll get you comfortable, there's a good girl. The captain
spoke gently and tenderly, ending the sentence by kissing the distraught girl
lovingly on the lips.
The duty officers, their faces flushed with excitement, carefully let the girl's
legs down so that her feet were able to touch the floor at either side of the
bench. Miranda withdrew her fingers from between the girl's legs and bottom and
stood up. She looked at the captain and smiled.
"Not a bad little interlude before morning coffee, wouldn't you say." The
captain looked at Miranda. They had been friends for over three years now and
yet Veronica was often forced to laugh at Miranda's impudence and "off the cuff"
humour.
"I hope our cabin boy was not able to hear anything of this in his little
interview room."
Veronica laughed once more. "Don't worry dear Miranda, I'm sure he is being kept
quite busy filling out our questionnaire."
The captain turned to Gillian who was being helped up to a sitting position by
the two duty officers. The girl winced as her weight was transferred to her
tender buttocks. "The girl's will take you down to the medical office, ask them
to put some antiseptic cream on that sore bottom of yours." Gillian looked at
her captain, her flushed, blushing cheeks and trembling lips a testament to her
ordeal. "I.. I'mm." Tears fell down her cheeks before she could complete her
sentence.
The captain bent forward and gently lifted the distraught girl under the arms
until she was standing upright. Veronica put her arms around her and kissed her
on tenderly on the lips. Their naked breasts touched together, their nipples
pushing softly into each other's flesh.
"You'll be alright in a few moments, I'll get one of the girls to make you some
tea. Then you can go to the medical office by my private stairway so you won't
have to get dressed until they've seen to your bottom."
Veronica ran her fingers gently over the girl's naked breasts as she spoke
softly to her.
"The girls will carry your clothes. I want you to tell the doctor that I would
like her to prepare to give someone a full medical examination in about an
hour's time. She can call me if she needs any details, but if you tell her I am
interviewing a cabin boy I am sure she will understand. Gillian nodded her head.
She looked at her captain, her eyes could not conceal the look of love and
supplication she felt. "Yes Ma'am I will tell her."
The captain looked across at the young boy seated before her and then back to
the resume she held in her hands. Peter had been taken to a small reception room
and had been asked to fill in a questionnaire. The questionnaire was detailed
and if answered thoroughly, quite revealing. The reception room had been made
deliberately drab, belying the opulence of the rest of the ship. It was ideal
for meeting petty port officials or customs officers.
Peter had been sat at the small desk for nearly two hours when the pretty young
duty officer had come to collect him. She had noticed he was still writing and
had gently pulled the sheaf of forms from under his pen. "That will have to do,
if the captain needs anymore information I am sure it will be asked for." She
had deliberately not referred to the captain as "She" leaving any look of
surprise for the captain to deal with.
Peter shuffled uncomfortably in his chair. He felt gauche and out of place
against the luxurious setting of the captain's office. He looked down at his
clothes and his deck shoes, feeling ill at ease and in contrast to the captain's
crisp white uniform. He looked at the young woman sat behind the desk. She was
astoundingly beautiful, her emerald green eyes were quite the most beautiful he
had ever seen. Her mouth was small and her lips were shaped with a small dimple
at either side of the mouth. Her beauty and the surroundings of her office did
little to bolster his confidence.
She leaned forward and began to question him, her tunic unable to conceal the
full-unfettered breasts beneath.
She had quickly read the answers within the questionnaire and noted the salient
points. No parents - saving to go to university next year. Hoping to find
employment and new friends on the beautiful southern coast of France.
She questioned him for about half an hour, although she had made up her mind in
the first five minutes of the interview, she wanted to watch for clues or tell
tale signs of bravado or aggressiveness.
"Well Peter, there are one or two things you need to know and agree to. This
ship is well disciplined and tardiness, lateness and laziness are not tolerated.
On board ship, you will obey the officers, whatever you are asked to do, without
hesitation. Do you understand that?"
"Err..er Yes Miss." Peter replied hesitantly.
Veronica had been careful to avoid the boy knowing that the entire crew, apart
from himself, was female. She had referred to the crew as officers or ratings.
"Good, you need not worry about clothes, we have uniforms and a seamstress on
board. Likewise toiletries and personal effects can be bought from the ships
store. I assume you have little or no money, is that correct?" Peter blushed but
nodded his head. "I only have a few francs, Miss."
"You will address me as Ma'am or Captain Soames"
"Yes Ma'am" Peter replied. Veronica was pleased to note that the boy did not try
to be familiar or adopt a humorous persona, had he done so she would have
terminated the interview forthwith and let him go on his way.
"Right I am prepared to offer you employment, providing that you are medically
fit of course. Have you had a medical examination recently?"
"Er.. no Ma'am, not since I was at school."
"Have you had any, sexually transmitted diseases.?"
Veronica was delighted to see the boy instantly blush a deep red as she asked
the question.
"Oh no Ma'am" He protested.
"Well you must have had sexual relationships, are you homosexual?"
Peter's face flushed an even brighter red.
"Oh no Ma'am.. I mean I haven't had er.. er sex with anyone.. er and I'm er..not
homosexual."
Veronica delighted in the youth's embarrassment and his reply.
"Alright Peter, I will see if I can get the ships medical officer to see you
now, if you are pronounced fit and well, then I might see you later to welcome
you officially onboard. That is of course if you would like to take the job."
"Oh Yes please Miss.....er I mean Ma'am."
Veronica smiled and pushed a pile of forms forward across her desk to the young
boy.
"You will have to sign these, I can leave you to read through them if you like
or I can tell you their content."
"Yes please Ma'am.. I mean if you would tell me."
Veronica smiled and explained that they were merely his affirmation that he
would abide by the rules and disciplines of the ship.
She watched as the boy signed the last sheet of the pile of forms, she realised
he was blissfully unaware of exactly what he was signing. She pressed a bell and
waited until the pretty duty officer entered. Claire I would like you to take
Peter Jones to the ships Medical Office, Peter has applied for the job of ship's
cabin boy and will, all being well, be joining us.
Peter followed the pretty young officer along the walkways and stairways to the
lower decks. He would have liked to ask her questions, but the girl walked
quickly in front of him, easily negotiating the stairways and corridors with a
deft familiarity. Peter watched her pretty bottom and legs as she led him along
the corridors and stairways.
She stopped at the entrance to a long corridor and turned to him. "We are on
Deck 'C' if you ever loose your way" She smiled and approached a door along the
corridor, which had a brass plaque set into it. The plaque read "Medical
Officer".
The young girl immediately knocked on the door and without waiting for a reply
opened it. She turned and beckoned him to follow. Peter found himself in a
spacious reception area. There was a large desk upon which was a word processor
and telephone switchboard.
Behind the desk sat a slender and pretty young girl. She was not in ship's
uniform, but wore a blue and white striped short-sleeved blouse.
Her hair was tied back into a neat bun. Her lightly tanned face bore no traces
of makeup apart from a little eye shadow, which accented her dark brown eyes
beneath the thin wire frames of her glasses. Her tanned arms were slender and
her hands neat and delicate. Peter, once more feeling ill at ease, looked down
at his own dishevelled appearance.
He looked round at the room as the girl's exchanged pleasantries. There were
several modern leather seated chairs arranged against the wall, on the opposite
wall was a modern chromium plated weighing scale which stood next to a height
chart on the wall.
Next to the chart was a small curtained screen on castors. The screen was about
four feet high. Behind the screen was a small desk with bottles and jars on top
of it and behind the desk a small stainless steel sink.
"I'll leave you here and come and collect you when you are finished." The young
duty officer smiled at him and left the room.
"Can I help you?" The young girl looked up at Peter from her desk, her lips
drawn back in a professional smile revealing sparkling white teeth.
"Er.. yes Miss.. er... the captain has sent me for a medical." Peter stammered
his reply.
"What name is it please?" She asked without looking up. Instead tapping the keys
of her computer and peering into the screen.
"Peter Jones, Miss."
The young girl tapped several keys and then slowly looked up at the boy. She
paused before delivering the lines she had been relishing.
"Ah yes, you are next in to see the medical officer. Would you strip please, you
can put your clothes on the chair behind you."
Peter could not believe his ears, nor could he help the blood rushing to his
cheeks as she said the words.
"Er... what Miss?"
The girl looked at him directly, her face betraying none of the excitement she
felt.
"Take off your clothes and put them on the chair behind you." Before Peter could
reply or protest she turned back to her computer and began to type.
Peter was left standing in the middle of the room feeling foolish. He wanted to
protest, but could think of nothing to say. To have to take his clothes off in
front of the young girl filled him with embarrassment. She could only be a year
or so older than himself, he thought.
Resignedly he bent down to take off his shoes and socks. He carefully placed his
socks inside his shoes and pushed them beneath the leather chair. Looking
towards the girl for confirmation he began to unbutton his shirt. The girl did
not look up although she was well aware of his reaction to her command. She
continued typing, her peripheral vision keeping her informed of the boy's
progress.
Peter took his shirt off, his face was burning red as he laid the garment on the
chair behind him. He looked across at the girl once more for some confirmation
that he was to take off his trousers. The girl continued with her work, leaving
him no alternative but to continue undressing. He unbuttoned his trousers and
with acute embarrassment took them off. He placed them over the chair and stood
up in his brief underpants. He looked across at the young girl feeling utterly
foolish at being made to strip in front of her. The cool moving air from the
room's air-conditioning teased the tiny hairs on his skin, accentuating his
nakedness.
Nikki continued to type, although she was well aware that the boy was now down
to his underpants.
"Er.. I'm ready Miss." Peter stammered.
Nikki looked up and gave the boy a professional smile. "Come over here Peter
and stand by the side of my desk." Shame-faced he moved toward the desk as she
took a series of printed forms from her drawer and placed them in a clipboard.
"Now lets see." She looked down and perused the forms as Peter stood at her
desk. He felt awkward and embarrassed, acutely aware of the brevity of his worn
underpants.
Without getting up she wheeled her chair to the side of the desk so that her
knees were only inches away from the boy's shins. Peter could not help look down
at her. Her slender legs were bared to mid thigh, her short navy-blue skirt
revealing the smoothness of her lightly tanned limbs.
Her dainty feet wore flat soles, which were held by delicate thongs,
criss-crossing her shapely ankles and ending in a small bow at mid calf.
Nikki was well aware of the effect she was having on the blushing youth, his
face betraying the utter shame and embarrassment he felt.
" Right... height and weight... er...we can do that in a moment. Have you any
distinguishing marks or abnormalities.?" She looked up into the boy's face,
watching him blush profusely as she asked the question.
"Er.. n'no Miss." Peter stammered as he looked at the pretty young girl seated
before him. Nikki paused before delivering her 'coup de grace'. She deliberately
looked up into the boy's face making sure that his eyes met hers.
"No marks... good, now just slip your underpants off for me and place the palms
of your hands on top of your head."
Peter felt his cheeks burning as he looked at her with an expression of pure
anguish on his face.
The girl did not repeat the command but looked down and began reading the forms
she had in front of her. Peter did not know what to do; he waited hoping that he
could catch her eye, in case he had misheard her command. Eventually, in total
silence he pushed his underpants down his legs to his ankles and stepped out of
them. Straightening up he could not bring himself to look at the girl as he
raised his arms and placed his hands upon his head.
"Now let's have a look at you." Her words caused Peter even greater
embarrassment as she looked up, her eyes coolly appraising him. He watched
dejectedly as she examined him from head to toe.
Nikki was delighted with his appearance. His body was slim but very well
proportioned. His hairless chest dipped to a slim firm waist, narrow hips and
long legs. He had very little body hair, even for a young boy. She turned her
attention to his genitals, noting his penis which, although flaccid was a good
size as were his testicles. She presumed that he had been circumcised, the tip
of the glans visible through the soft folds of the foreskin, was pointing
downwards below his scrotum. She looked up to his face, which was flushed a deep
red. She noted that his body was covered with goose bumps, a testimony to his
nervousness, she thought, rather than the temperature of the room.
"Stand with your feet apart." Peter looked at her in horror as he shuffled his
feet to a wider stance. He watched, almost in shock as she took a pencil from
the desk and placed it beneath his penis, he felt the cold painted wood being
pressed against his flesh. He was trembling involuntarily as she used the pencil
to lift his penis away from his scrotum.
She peered between his legs and then let his penis drop back between his thighs.
At that one small contact Peter felt his penis begin to engorge. His stomach
churned at the very thought that his penis might erect in front of her.
"Turn around with your back towards me and bend over and touch your toes will
you."
Humiliated beyond belief Peter did as he was told. Slowly turning away from her,
he took his hands from his head and bent forward.
"All the way over and touch your toes."
Peter felt his whole body begin to shiver as he bent over, acutely aware of the
view she would have of him. He could not help the gasp that escaped from his
lips as her cool hands parted the cheeks of his bottom. She held his buttocks
open for several seconds stretching the flesh tightly to expose the puckered
star of the sphincter.
"You may get up now." She said sweetly, taking her hands away from his bottom.
"Go over there and stand on the scales." Peter quickly bent down to retrieve his
underpants.
"No, you can leave those off for now." Her voice was firm as she commanded the
trembling youth.
"Put them on the chair over there with your other things,"
She stood up and taking her clipboard proceeded to the weighing scales. Peter
followed fighting the tingling sensation within his groin. Her touch and cool
demeanour had initiated the first stirrings of sexual arousal within him.
Nikki was delighted with her progress, no longer conscious of the button beneath
her desk, which would, if pressed, summon the duty officers from across the
corridor.
She put her clipboard down on the desk and bade the boy stand on the scales,
marvelling at his acquiescence.
"Stand up straight, there's a good boy."
Her voice became softer as she stood close to the naked youth. She placed the
palm of one hand flat against his tummy, her little finger just touching his
pubic hair. She rested the other hand on the small of his back and with a slight
pressure, urged him to stand further forward on the platform.
Peter felt his penis tingle with desire once more as her soft cool hands touched
him. He felt his face blush with humiliation as she casually let her hand slide
from the small of his back and down over his buttocks.
"Let's see that's eleven stones and seven pounds." She let go of him and picked
up her clipboard and wrote quickly.
"Right, stand up against the chart with your shoulders pressed against the wall
and your feet flat on the floor."
She watched as the boy almost blinded with embarrassment moved clumsily to stand
beside the chart. She noticed that his penis was already slightly distended, the
circumcised foreskin gradually creeping back, showing more of the bell shaped
head. She looked at his blushing face and trembling lips.
"Are you feeling alright, you look a little flushed.
Peter could hardly bring himself to look at the girl. As their eyes met Nikki
noted the look of pure anguish in the boy's expression. Delighted, she placed
her clipboard on the floor and stood up close to him, her young breasts pressed
firmly against his chest as she adjusted the gauge to sit on top of his head.
"There... that's... exactly six feet tall. Is that what you are Peter... six
feet tall?" There was just a touch of merriment in her voice as she spoke to the
trembling youth. Peter almost groaned as he tried to form a reply.
"Er... y..yes Miss..s..er six feet." Peter missed the double entendre of her
question, in fact he felt like fainting, such was his humiliation and
embarrassment. His stomach churned with dread and foreboding as she picked up
the clipboard and placed it on the desk.
Leaning over she filled in more details and then reached in to one of the
drawers for a small tape measure. "Step forward and stand in front of me, legs
apart and hands on your head." Her sweet innocent face and almost childlike
figure, belying her firm command.
Peter stood forward and placed his hand on his head. He shivered with pure
anguish as he felt her place her hand on the inside of his thigh.
"Spread a little wider there's a good boy." He stood in an aura of abject
humiliation as he felt her hands pass the tape measure around his chest and then
waist.
He shivered as she smoothed her hands over his bottom, her delicate touch
caressing his flesh. She passed the tape measure around his buttocks and held
the ends against the pubic hair just above his penis. She felt the boy shudder
as she deliberately brushed her knuckles against the tip of his member. Ignoring
his plight, she placed the tape around his thigh and measured the circumference,
once more filling in the details on her clipboard.
Peter could not help looking at her as she kneeled down in front of his widely
spread legs. Without preamble she took the tip of the tape measure and pressed
the end between the juncture of his thighs. The back of her hand softly touching
and lifting his testicles as she pressed upwards behind his scrotum, holding the
other end of the measure lightly against his ankle.
Peter, shamefaced and completely humiliated felt his penis begin to engorge. He
could not help himself. Nikki kept the tape between his legs and moved the end
to his other ankle, her face only inches from his penis as she altered her
position. She watched his penis gradually distend, thrilling as the foreskin
rolled back almost imperceptibly to reveal even more of the glans. She pressed
the tape more firmly between his thighs her hand deliberately moving against his
testicles.
Peter moaned involuntarily as the humiliation continued. He looked to the
ceiling, trying to avoid looking down at all costs. Nikki took her hands away
from him, deliberately brushing her soft fingers against his penis as she stood
up and faced him. Her body was merely inches from him as she spoke softly.
"You seem hot and you are shivering Peter, I think you may be coming down with
something and that would never do if you really want this job... look at me
Peter, you do really want this job don't you?"
She watched as he lowered his head, his eyes bore all the anguish that he felt
as he looked into her eyes.
"Imm... er alright Miss... I'mm just um .. er.. a little nervous."
Nikki was delighted in the boy's discomfort and complete acquiescence - and of
course, her own performance in handling him. She decided that she would prolong
his torment at her hands just a little longer before she handed him over to her
compatriots.
"I think you might have a temperature. I am going to have to make sure you are
not ill. There are a variety of influenza bugs going around on the 'Cote' this
year."
Peter groaned as she put her pretty hand on his hip and beckoned him to the
small desk. Deftly she placed her left hand on his tummy and stroked her other
hand up to small of his back. She looked down at his engorged penis, which moved
from side to side as he walked, although not yet fully erect the flesh was plump
and turgid. She skilfully manoeuvred him until he was facing the desk,. pressing
firmly on his back and tummy she bent him forward.
Lay your chest down on the desk there's a good boy." She had him bent over
before he could protest.
"There's a good boy, chest flat against the desk now... that's it rest your head
on your hands." Peter had obeyed almost without thinking. His humiliation and
total embarrassment had acted on his body like a heavy drug.
"W..what are... are you going to do Miss." Peter managed to stammer. His face
was bright crimson as he felt her put her hands on his buttocks.
"I'm just going to take your temperature you silly boy, now stay still and
spread your legs apart... come along now."
Peter felt his face burning as she slid her hands down over his buttocks and
pressed the inside of his thighs until he was positioned to her liking.
She walked round the desk and placing a soft hand on his burning cheek, looked
into his eyes.
"Just you stay still, we're nearly finished now."
She ruffled the hair of his head, delighted that he had laid his head to the
side facing her. She stooped to open one of the drawers, her whole body tingled
with anticipation as she reached inside.
She took a large rectal thermometer out of the drawer and deliberately placed it
in on the desk in front of his face. She noted his agonised expression as she
slowly and deliberately pulled on a pair of rubber gloves. Intentionally she let
the rubber snap against her wrists, making sure that her hands were within his
full view.
Next, almost ritualistically, she took a tube of lubricant and smeared it on her
right forefinger. Watching his expression of horror, she formed the thumb and
forefinger of her left hand into an 'O' and sensuously slipped the lubricated
finger though it.
She looked into his face as she picked up the large glass tube. Slowly, almost
hypnotically she smeared more lubricant around the bulbous end of the glass,
smiling sweetly at him as she worked the lubricant over the large protuberance.
"Just relax and everything will be fine, little boys sometimes tense their
bottoms - but I am sure you are going to be a good boy aren't you?"
Her words, combined with his vulnerable position had managed to reduce him in
stature to that of a whimpering child. He uttered a groan as way of an answer,
but in fact he was almost delirious with acute embarrassment.
Nikki was relaxed and enjoying every minute of her dominance over the trembling
boy, His compliance and embarrassment almost total, as she left the thermometer
on the desk in front of his face and moved behind him. Standing back, she
admired the firm hairless buttocks and strong legs of the naked youth. Because
of the limited height of the desk, his back was slightly dipped into a smooth
concave arc; small beads of perspiration were evident on his clearly defined
spinal column. Even with his legs widely spread, the smooth flesh of his bottom
was raised higher than his head.
Nikki thrilled as the flesh of his buttocks shuddered and contracted violently
at the first touch of her hand. Sliding the fingers of her left hand between the
deep crease of his bottom, she pulled the cheeks apart. Slowly and with
deliberate intent she placed her right hand underneath his buttocks. Before he
could protest she had slipped her hand upward between the cheeks, further
parting the buttocks. Inexorably the tips of her delicate fingers wriggled
between the pliant mounds of flesh and located the sensitive opening of the
sphincter.
She felt the boy tense his entire body as she gently probed the opening.
"Just stay still and relax... I am going to be very gentle with your little
bottom." Peter shuddered as he felt the tip of her finger probe the opening of
his sphincter. He had never experienced anything like the sensation he felt as
her finger slipped through the tiny orifice of his sphincter and up into his
anus.
Nikki felt the boy's involuntary reflex to straighten up as she probed his
bottom. She placed her free hand on the small of his back and spoke softly to
him.
"There we are now, just relax, you'll soon get used to it." Her voice and the
hand on his back seemed to quiet him. She increased the pressure of her hand on
the middle of his back as she pushed her finger firmly up into his virgin
bottom.
"OOOoooohhhhh." Peter moaned as he felt the intense pressure of her slender
finger push into him and then inexorably intrude even further up into his
bottom. Nikki quickly located the prostate gland and without hesitation
proceeded to massage it with the very tip of her finger.
"Arrrggghhhh..ooohhhh." Peter let out a low moan as her finger moved over the
sensitive gland. In a series of tiny movements she jiggled the tip of her finger
against the pliant flesh of the prostate, knowing that it would be impossible
for the boy to avoid his penis erecting.
She pushed harder, applying a firmer pressure and increasing the rapid movements
of her finger.
Deftly she continued the stimulation for several minutes before abruptly pulling
her finger from within his anus.
"Arrggghhh...arrrggghhh." Peter could not help gasping as his sphincter was
stretched over the knuckle of her slender finger for a second time.
Nikki laid her hand gently on his buttocks and stroked the soft flesh before
moving around the desk until she was facing him. She noticed a tear roll down
his crimson cheek and on to his hand.
"You're doing fine Peter, just relax a little more while I pop this into your
bottom."
Her words rekindled his acute embarrassment, as he lay helpless before her.
Deliberately she re-coated her fingers with lubricant and picked up the
thermometer.
Moving around him, she parted his buttocks with her left hand and introduced the
large glass bowl of thermometer to the sphincter. Holding it firmly she teased
the orifice by pushing firmly with the glass tube.
She watched as the sphincter began to dilate around the bulbous mercury filled
sphere. With a firm push she watched the glass orb disappear inside him.
"oooooooohhhhhhhhhh." Peter could not contain himself as he felt his bottom
being stretched wide to accommodate the device.
Nikki smiled to herself as she pushed the glass thermometer up into his anus,
the length of glass such that the bowl penetrated deep inside him.
"Now just relax... you're not feeling any discomfort are you. Do your genitals
feel alright?"
Peter could not believe what was happening to him as he felt her delicate hands
slide over his buttocks and between his legs.
He shuddered as he felt her cup his testicles in her hand and pull them
backwards. His whole body began to tense rigidly as he felt her other hand slip
between his parted legs and take a firm hold of his penis.
To his horror he realised that he was fully erect. Nikki smiled to herself as
she stooped between his legs to view his erection. She pulled the foreskin of
his penis back along the shaft, revealing the whole of the sensitive glans.
"Well you seem alright there, I'll leave you for five minutes, so don't move
from that position - do you understand me."
Peter could not have moved had he wanted to. He was near to fainting as her
hands left his body. His chest was heaving and he gasped for air as he heard her
exit the door to the surgery.
Veronica turned the volume of the audio down on the communications console. The
six video-monitors and hi-fidelity speaker had enabled her to watch and hear the
whole of the proceedings. She picked up her telephone and pressed a number on
the keypad in front of her. She spoke quickly, giving instructions and then
replaced the telephone. Turning to Miranda she smiled. "There, what did I tell
you, he is completely malleable and should suit are owners to a tee, what do you
think?" Miranda could not help grinning as she leaned over the captain's
shoulder, examining the body of the naked boy on the monitor screen. "You are
always right, aren't you my clever captain, I agree, the owners will be
delighted, not to mention most of the crew." She laughed as she completed the
sentence; bending her head forward she kissed Veronica on the cheek. Do you mind
if I pull up a chair for the rest of the performance? She giggled as she sat
down in a swivel chair next to Veronica and leaned forward to watch the monitor.
Peter lay, where he had been placed, unable to comprehend the turn of events
that had led him to his position. For all he knew he might have fainted as he
felt smooth fingers touch his bottom... for he had not heard her re-enter the
room.
"Right.. any pain here?" She asked as she slipped her hand quickly between his
legs and fondled his testicles.
Peter almost choked with embarrassment as she slipped her other hand over the
head of his penis. "What about here... do you feel any sensation." Nikki had to
stifle her amusement as she felt the rigid staff throb between her fingers.
"er er...nooo Miss." Peter could hardly reply as once more she pulled the
foreskin back firmly, stretching the skin to its fullest extent.
Without preamble Nikki took her hands from his genitals and quickly took hold of
the thermometer. With a practised motion she pulled the thermometer out of his
bottom, watching with delight as the sphincter stretched and then closed behind
the glass bulb as it was pulled free.
Peter gasped at the acute sensation, feeling his penis throb as his sphincter
stretched. He was unaware of the expert way his body and emotions had been
deliberately manipulated, unaware that the girl was well practised in the
humiliation and dominance of patients.
The girl glanced at the temperature gauge, knowing already that any elevation in
temperature would be a result entirely of her own doing.
Nikki discarded the rubber gloves and stood back admiring the boy's naked form.
"There now stand up straight and we have finished, come along - you are not
going to lay across my desk all day are you?"
Peter groaned as he lifted his body from the desk. He felt an ache in his back,
suddenly realising that he must have been bent over for at least ten minutes. As
the young girl moved around to face him, Peter immediately tried to cover his
erection with his hands. He placed both palms over his genitals, pulling his
erect penis up against his stomach and holding his forearms close together to
cover himself.
Nikki pretended not to notice but lifted a large and a smaller jar from the far
end of the desk. Holding one in each hand she moved towards him. "Take these and
go behind the screen. I want you to fill the small jar with urine and you can
expel what ever is left into the other."
Peter looked shocked as she proffered the jars to him.
"But..but Miss."
"What on earth's' the matter, come along there's a good boy."
Peter blushed furiously as he slowly uncovered himself. He could not help
looking down as he took his hands away, horrified as the watched the young girl
observe his penis as it sprang outwards. He tried to take the jars from her
quickly so that he could turn away and walk behind the screen, but Nikki held
his wrist just as he had taken the jars from her.
"What is this... how on earth are going to give a urine sample like that you
naughty boy." Peter was mortified as she stopped him from turning away and
pointed to his penis. To his horror, his penis was standing upwards at an angle
of forty-five degrees. In vein he tried to hide his erection by squirming his
legs and trying somehow to turn his hips away from her.
"Give me the jars Peter, you are a naughty boy"
Peter could not control himself, his body racked in tremors of embarrassment as
she delicately took the jars from his fingers.
"Come along I'll have the nurses deal with you." Her voice was stern as she
deliberately took hold of his erect penis before he could cover himself.
"Hands on your head now... quickly do as I say." She had raised her voice only
slightly, but was delighted to see the embarrassed youth obey immediately.
She placed her other hand beneath his scrotum and cupped his testicles.
"Fortunately for you young man I am going to let the nurses deal with you. Now
come along with me and don't you dare move those hands."
Taking her hand away from his scrotum, she led him by his penis towards the door
leading to the surgery.
"Please Miss, wait a moment, I'm so sorry... I..I.." Peter could not complete
his sentence. His embarrassment was so acute he felt near to fainting.
