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Comments by SensoryOverlord

In Mogg's original tale, a foundation element was 14 year old Christopher's increasingly desperate plight, as he stays with a neighbor's family while his mother is away on an unexpectedly extended business trip. By a silly mixup initially he became stuck with no clothes at all, and also no opportunity to masturbate. This situation becomes entrenched when he claims to Mrs Harper (mother of the house where he's staying) that in fact he never masturbates, by choice. And so Mrs Harper quietly mobilises her household to 'help' Christopher uphold his unusual but highly laudable moral choice. The results are very visible (due to no clothes!) and entertaining to everyone except Christopher, who is by this chapter eight days into his closely monitored total abstinence. Worse, his stay was originally to have been for two weeks, but there has been an unexpected extension for a vague 'few more weeks.' Mrs Harper has warmly assured Christopher that however long his mother needs to be away, he's more than welcome to stay with them.

This setup, and the day to day details of Christopher's predicament such as the Cowboys and Indians 'games' run by Terry (Mrs Harper's devious 10yo son), are a joy to read and promise much future naked embarrassment and frustration for Christopher.

However in Mogg's Part 7, let's say the central tension of the story is dissipated, in an all-round unsatisfying manner. The story could perhaps proceed on such embarrassing events becoming a regular feature of Christopher's life, but this lacks much of the original story energy. Which may explain why there have been no further parts since March 2016.

This rewrite addresses that plot pothole, with another chance turn of events. Christopher could hardly have imagined his plight could be any worse. In this new story timeline, he was wrong.
There've also been tantalizing hints of situations in other local families, that Christopher's prominently outstanding example could cause to cascade into wholesale disaster for other local teenage boys. Who we gather have been keeping certain habits a poorly kept secret from their mothers and sisters. This revision builds further towards that scenario, so dreaded by teenage boys.

I'm afraid I am unable to replicate Mogg's refreshingly brisk writing style. To make it worse this rewite has a long section of exposition. I hope the altered story is still worthy of it's origins.

Christopher's Story: Part 7 (an alternative, modified and extended by Sensory Overlord)

There was yet another surprise awaiting Christopher when he arrived back at Mrs Harper’s where he was staying while his mum was away. As he was marched up the drive towards the back door of the house, Christopher still had his hands tied behind his back. Terry and his friend Ben were happy to carry on playing the part of two Cowboys; old hands who knew just how to handle pesky Red Indians such as Christopher. However, Christopher had had quite enough of Cowboys and Indians for one day. The fourteen year old had been splashed with cum when Francis lost control and ejaculated during the ‘firing squad’ game that had been played in the field earlier in the afternoon. The sight of boys squirting cum served to remind Christopher, as if he needed reminding, just how frustrated he was feeling at not being able to masturbate ever since his arrival at Mrs Harper’s house.

It had started off as a bit of a misunderstanding. Christopher was an intensely shy boy and losing all his clothes during a silly game with Mrs Harper’s ten year old son Terry had been a bitter blow. Not only did he lose his own clothes, but it turned out that Mrs Harper didn’t have any boys clothes that would fit him and which he could wear in the meantime. As the days went by Christopher found his hopes of getting something to wear being raised only to be dashed at the last minute. Far from getting used to the idea of being constantly nude, Christopher found his sense of self-consciousness being transported to hitherto unknown levels of embarrassment. The games of Cowboys and Indians were the nearest thing Christopher came to being dressed, but even his Red Indian costume was a source of deep shame, being nothing more than a flimsy flap of leather that didn’t cover his penis properly. The slightest gust of wind and the little loincloth was brushed to one side to expose Christopher’s boy-bits for all to see.

Then he had been cornered into telling Mrs Harper that he didn’t masturbate! Christopher knew it had been his own fault, but he couldn’t bring himself to admit to a grown-up that he played with his penis. That had been a terrible mistake, but what could be worse for a fourteen year old boy? What could be worse was that everyone around him seemed to know what he’d said to Mrs Harper and were conspiring to prevent Christopher from doing what comes naturally to a boy his age. He was frustrated at every turn and when he did try to explain to Mrs Harper that it was all a horrible misunderstanding it all came out wrong and this made Mrs Harper even more determined than ever to help Christopher stick to his ‘decision’ not to masturbate.

“It’s your choice, Christopher,” Mrs Harper said one day, “I think it’s very brave of you. There aren’t many boys your age who would do… or rather not do, as you’ve decided…”

“Yes, Mrs Harper…” Christopher said rather sheepishly. The truth was that Christopher was at his wit’s end: no clothes and no opportunities to indulge in penis-play. The ‘firing squad’ game in the field had been agonising for Christopher. Having been coerced into firing David’s and Joe’s ‘rifles’ meant he, Christopher, did all the work in wanking his friends, but received none of the rewards. To add insult to injury, Francis, the target of the boys’ fire-power, himself blasted off a wad of boy-cum that landed square on Christopher’s tummy. Christopher was not a happy bunny. With his hands tied behind his back for most of the game, Christopher was unable to clean himself up and had to contend with Francis’ sticky mess as it slithered slowly downwards, leaving a slimy trail between his tummy and thighs. Worse than the feel of the cold cum was that Christopher was only too well aware of what other interpretation could be put on his appearance.

Mrs Harper’s reaction came as no surprise: “Christopher! What have you been up to? Have you been playing with yourself? I thought you told me you didn’t play with yourself like other boys…”

Standing in the kitchen with his hands still tied behind his back, Christopher could not have been more stuck for words. Wearing only the tiny buckskin loincloth with the cord slipped round on his waist so the flap now draped uselessly down his left hip, his completely exposed penis standing up rigidly and dripping precum from his extreme frustration, the still wet creamy cum dribbles down his stomach and thighs painted him as obviously guilty in Mrs Harper's eyes. His first instinct was to blurt out that with his hands tied he couldn't have done what she assumed, but just in time he thought better of that.

It was hard to get a word in as Mrs Harper admonished Christopher for something he didn’t do, but would have love to have done! Such is the life of a fourteen year old boy... Grown-ups always get hold of the wrong end of the stick, Christopher thought as he tried to tell Mrs Harper that hadn’t done anything wrong. Christopher turned round to ask Terry to corroborate his story, but the youngster had vanished into thin air, leaving him to try and make Mrs Harper understand what had happened.

That wasn’t easy as it meant Christopher had to explain his role in the afternoon’s proceeding, which left him wondering that she must be disbelieving him since she didn't seem at all taken aback by his description of the firing squad. Consequently in an attempt to have her accept his story he then found himself once more insisting to Mrs Harper that he didn’t masturbate, so reinforcing his position as the only known boy on the planet who doesn’t grab every opportunity to beat his meat until it squirts.

“Do you promise me you didn’t play with your penis, Christopher?” Mrs Harper asked the embarrassed boy.

“No, Mrs Harper, I didn’t… honest,” Christopher answered.

“And you’ll promise me that you won’t let these other boys tease you and trick you into masturbating?”

“I promise, Mrs Harper,” Christopher replied as he realised he was digging himself ever deeper into a hole. Secretly Christopher yearned for the opportunity to indulge in an uninterrupted session of penis-play.

“Well now I'm glad that’s settled. You'd better go and find Terry to untie that complicated knot. But first, come over to the sink. I don't want you dripping on the carpet."

She guided him by the arm to stand next to the sink, then first pulled loose the waistcord bowknot of his Indian loincloth. Removing the small leather flap from his hip she noticed it too was spattered with cum.

"Dear me, that needs cleaning before you can use it again. I'll have to have a word with Terry about these games. He should be more careful to keep the costumes clean. Buckskin stains so easily."

She dropped the loincloth on the benchtop, leaving him completely nude apart from the cord binding his wrists behind his back. As Mrs Harper dampened a sponge and quickly wiped his torso and thighs clean of the goo, Christopher was working through the implications of her comment in his mind. She hadn't been surprised at all when he told her about the firing squad... so she'd known all along what went on, and didn't disapprove. Only of masturbation apparently, which didn't help with his problem. Thinking that he'd been with the Harpers for eight days now, and never once cum, only made his stiff penis throb more urgently with frustration. His stay was supposed to be for two weeks, but just yesterday his mother had phoned and announced she'd be away for 'a few more weeks.' He would never have imagined he could go for eight days without masturbating, now it might be for weeks more? When was this predicament ever going to end?

Mrs Harper finished wiping down the cum dribbles, and then turned him around, examining him from all sides while making no comment on his extremely prominent erection. She rinsed the sponge again, not finished with him.

"You have grass stains on your knees and elbows. I have a little surprise for you this evening, but you need to be clean. Hold still a moment."

She proceeds to scrub him more extensively. Having satisfied herself his arms and back pass muster, she kneels down in front of him and began scrubbing his green-stained knees. This placed his erection and it's dribbles of pre-cum right beside her face. At first she ignored it, then while rubbing hard at the stubborn knee stains she turned her head to examine his engorged, dribbling erection close up. Because his body was being jogged by her vigorous knee-scrubbing, the shaft was wagging around stiffly. He was looking down at her, mortified to have her studying his shaft just inches from her eyes. He could tell that she was focussing on the tip, where even with his rigid extension the foreskin hasn't even begun to pull back over the bulge of his glans. He knew that with other boys the foreskin pulls back when erect, and that his was unusually long. Even now the end has only pulled to a barely open circle, still not revealing anything of the head hidden within. She's also glancing up and down the shaft and is clearly aware he's watching her look, but she doesn't stop or even make any comment.

Finally she finished with his knees, but rather than getting up she turned directly to his erection, at her face level. After a long silent moment's contemplation she comments.

"Christopher I do admire your choice and determination. I know there's a buildup and that has consequences. This hmm... persistent excitability for one, and the oozing. Of course this is natural, but there is the problem with stains on the carpet and things. It's unfortunate your mother didn't mention what she does about that. I suppose with clothes it's not such an issue apart from the extra washing? I'm sure your mother doesn't mind that, she must be proud to know her son doesn't masturbate, and this..."

She raises a hand and touches the side of his erection with a fingertip, pushing the shaft away from upright, letting go so it swings back, then pushing it again, repeating the poke, release, swinging several times. Her gesture makes it clear by 'this' she meant the stiffness specifically.

"... this certainly bears witness to your wise but difficult choice. Cute too. I'm sure she'd be happy to see this proof around the house any day. Every day even. Does your mother ever tell you to leave your clothes off?"

Aghast at this line of inquiry, Christopher found himself completely tongue tied. Both 'yes' and 'no' were minefields, that left him just standing silently, afraid to say anything. Mrs Harper keeps poking his erection to watch it wave back and forth, as if to help him answer. It doesn't help him answer at all. The only effect of her attention to his erection is to increase his throbbing hardness even more. The tight foreskin opening opens a little more, giving a glimpse of the dark purple glans skin within.

After a long pause Mrs Harper stops her hardon-swinging, and looks up to Christopher's face, questioningly. Then she smiles. "Oh, I think I see. She didn't want this little secret revealed, and then you forgot and went outside naked, getting all your clothes locked in your house. Well, I don't want to try and make you disobey your mother's instructions not to talk about it, so I won't ask you. But that still leaves the drips, and potential accidents. Two quite different problems."

With her face still close to his erection, she contemplates it thoughtfully. While making it wave, a couple of pre-cum dribbles had separated and fallen to the kitchen floor on long thin strands, that took surprisingly long to separate. Now she runs her pointer finger tip up the underside of his erection, collecting the line of clear pre-cum dribble. Holding it up to her face she touches the finger and thumb tip together, then draws out a sticky strand of the clear goo.

"These drips are something we need to solve now rather than later. I've been wondering why you never wipe it dry yourself, but now I think I understand. I'm sure your mother would have told you to wipe it or not, and you don't, so..."

She strokes his penis lightly with a fingertip again, but this time in small circles on the very tip, around the stretched ring of his foreskin. It is open just enough that her moving finger lightly grazes the glans tip within the tight opening. The feeling is intense and Christopher's internal muscles react with an involuntary clench, that makes his rod jerk upwards, breaking contact with her circling fingertip. He takes in a breath sharply, both at the feeling, and the realization that this is the first time Mrs Harper has touched him in a way intended to stimulate. The touch was only brief, but of a kind he had never felt before, or even imagined. His penis seems to fully understand the implications, and over the next few heartbeats as he tries to stifle a moan on the exhale of that breath and doesn't quite manage it, his already rigid erection visibly grows and hardens even more.

"It's extremely sensitive, isn't it? I can see why it's wise to avoid wiping it yourself, or touching it at all really. You'd be tempted to overdo it. Oh and look, just that little tickle and now another big gob of this stuff oozed out. Touching also makes that problem worse, but I suppose that's no surprise. Well, worse for my carpets."

"Alright. You don't wipe it yourself and I can see that's wise to avoid, considering it would be easy to get carried away and over do it. I shall assume I can't ask what your mother said about that either. But you're here without clothes, and something needs to be done about these drips."

"I don't want to tell you to wipe it yourself, since that would probably be contradicting your mother and certainly leading you into temptation. Also it's different in this house since you don't have clothes, and there are several others to notice it, unlike at home where you have no brothers or sisters. I expect you find this dribbling quite embarrassing?"

He stared down at her face, as she continues to gaze close-up at the goo oozing from the exposed opening of his swollen, mostly covered glans, on the end of a rigid erection. He's amazed that she doesn't seem to think those might be embarrassing at all, just the precum. But yes... the best answer seems to be to agree. He can't see how that admission could possibly make things worse?

"Uhh... y, yes Mrs Harper it is. I, I can't help it though. It just..."

"Oh don't be ashamed of it Christopher, it's natural for a boy to have this when he is excited. And I know you can't help being overexcited sometimes, it's unavoidable with boys and especially given your decision and the state of tension that's only natural. I do want to help you, and support your brave choice. This dripping problem we can deal with, it's the other that worries me. Here, I'll wipe it for you now, to start with."

She stands up, rinses the washcloth out quickly then kneels down again, taking his penis in her left hand and holding it upwards as she begins to wipe around his testicles with the damp cloth. It's not clear whether she's intending to clean pre-cum or any last drops of firing squad cum.

"Something that concerns me, is that somehow having no clothes might result in you being tempted to slip and spoil your efforts. It seems to me the best I can do about that, is to make it unnessesary for you to touch your penis ever, for any reason so long as you are staying here. We'll have to work out the details of that with Cindy and Terry, and I can help too."

Her hand grip around the base of his shaft was tight, as if using it as a handle to hold him still for the balls cleaning. He'd stifled a gasp of surprise, then had to struggle to remain still as she rubbed the cloth around his testicles briskly. Every slight movement he made resulted in her grip sliding slightly on his erection, and despite how much he wanted exactly that, this was definitely not the time to start thrusting his cock in her hand. But it did bring his horniness back to the front of his mind, overwhelmingly. After a few moments a small moan escaped, when he thought he was just breathing out.

She heard him, and glanced up at his face, seemingly surprised. "Oh... sorry. Are they a little ... sore? I suppose they must get quite full." She also stopped wiping, and let go of his erection. Now she takes his scrotum in both hands, cupping and lifting it, then lightly feeling the shape of his balls inside the sack, rolling them around gently between her fingertips to feel them from all angles.

"Hmm... you know it's something I've wondered about. These seem to be typical size and shape, but I didn't feel them before so don't really know. They must fill up and become quite uncomfortable I'd have thought. Oh well, I guess later... They're clean now anyway. Just this to do."

She grips his shaft again, only this time between thumb and forefinger just behind the thick bulbous swell of his mostly covered glans. Her other hand begins wiping the washcloth in long strokes upwards along the rigid shaft, catching all the precum on the first wipe but continuing just to be sure. Christopher shudders, both mortified and also thinking that if she keeps doing that it won't be just precum she's wiping. He can't decide if that's good or bad. After a few wipes he blurts "Uh... ahhh M.. Mrs Harper... I... if you keep... please stop.... oounnnnhh...."

She isn't finished, and switches her hold to a first finger and thumb circle right around his shaft a couple of inches down from behind the prominent bulb. She grips firmly, and starts pulling slowly down, sliding his sheath back down the rigid shaft. There is some slack, and the foreskin end opening doesn't open any wider, yet.

He panics. No noooo she can't... "Oh, stop! Mrs Harper, please, don't, don't..."

She doesn't look up at his face this time, instead just watching his penis as she keeps sliding the loose skin sheath slowly down. Now the foreskin is beginning to tighten over the bulb of his glans, pulling the opening back a little.

"Just control yourself a little longer Christopher, while I wash the head too."

He realises she doesn't understand. She thinks he's afraid of ejaculating. And that is a worry, but it's not what is causing his panic. She doesn't realise... His knob has always seemed so enormously rude and outlandish when exposed, he absolutely doesn't want anyone to see it. So far in his stay at the Harper's house, and even the cowboys and Indians games, he's never had the indignity of others seeing his very large and unusual glans. He's been naked the whole time, often erect, and even dribbling pre-cum, but no one has seen his shamefully rude knob, and the special... Now Mrs Harper is about to expose that most private part! It's unbearable!

"But, no please Mrs Harper, I don't, you... I don't want you to pull the... not my... " He's unable to express it. Now the foreskin tip has pulled back past the end of his glans, opening in a tight circle exposing the end of his purple head. It's already making other things apparent.

He's always had a very long foreskin, that forms a crinckled narrow tube-like ending when he's flacid. With that and the loose skin on the shaft, even when he's fully erect the foreskin remains covering all of his penis head, usually still with a short tube length at the end and not constricting his erection at all. There's easily sufficient lengthways slide in the skin on his shaft for more than comfortable masturbation (and perhaps a result of it), even allowing his hand to slide up and back over the foreskin shrouded bulge of his covered head.

Diameter-wise is a different story. His foreskin does not like to stretch over the glans. In fact over its length it's tight enough to restrict how much the glans can swell, as he knows from the exactly two times he ever did pull it right back. With his foreskin in place, the head of his erection looks like a rounded bulge under the skin, tapering down to the point of his foreskin tube-tip. Overall the bulge is maybe one third thicker again than his erection shaft, making it very clear there is a sizeable knob hiding under that skin. But his tight foreskin keeps secrets, that dismayed him when he first saw. Something he definitely doesn't want anyone else to see, ever.

With Mrs Harper firmly pulling the foreskin back, it's now making a tightly opened circle at the tip of his engorged glans. Except... there is not much 'tip' as such. The exposed dark purple-red glans has a quite blunt end with the urethral opening in the middle. The change from the tappered look when the foreskin was at rest is surprising. It also means the foreskin opening ring has to expand over a steep incline, rather than a more typical tapered end. As Mrs Harper makes her pull firmer the ring expands, slowly. It's uncomfortable, borderline painful for Christopher, which is one reason why he never does this even when masturbating. But the discomfort is not the main reason. That is the mortifying result, that he doesn't even like to think about and which has him so tongue tied he can't even speak as he sees her continuing the reveal.

Mrs Harper has slowed her pulling down even more as she realises there is considerable resistance. She is still increasing the pull-back force, only the effect is slower than she'd expected. She's also clearly intrigued by the discovery of his glans end bluntness. She has tilted her head, examining progress with surprise.

"Hmmm Christopher, you seem to have a very tight foreskin. Is this painful? You should be able to retract this quite easily, to wash underneath. Don't you do that?"

"No no, I um... er.. no I..."

"You don't wash under? My goodness... I suppose if you are not supposed to touch it, that's... but still. It's unhygenic. I'll have to give this some consideration. But for now, lets have a look at you. Hmmm, you do have quite a large head on your penis. Just a little more..."

She's pulling down harder, and after expanding to almost the full width of his glans, with a short length of the deep-red-purple end protruding, suddenly his foreskin pops back over the whole glans. He gasps at the sensation. She gasps at what she sees.

"Ohh! Oh my, Christopher, you... my goodness. That's.... a surprise." She squats, staring at his glans from a few inches away. She partly lifts her other hand towards the knob then stops.

It's worthy of her surprise. The overall size is quite unexpectedly large, since once free of the tight foreskin it rapidly and visibly swells up even more, till within moments the dark, blood engorged skin becomes tightly shiny with internal pressure. What's astonishing is the resulting size and shape. With the foreskin's tight constraint gone, his glans unfolds like a butterfly emerging from the crysalis. The whole thing swells, but most strikingly the rear rim rises up, thickening and extending till it's more like the flare of a mushroom than the small raised rim of a typical glans. Counting that rim, at it's widest his glans is easly twice the diameter of his erection shaft. With its squat, blunt end and newly unfolded width it's actually considerably wider than it is long, giving it a strange, exotic appearance.

Which is not how Christopher thinks of it. He just knows that it's very odd, and no one has a penis looking like his. Making him a freak, and now Mrs Harper knows. He barely stifles a sob, and looks away as she turns her astonished gaze up to his face.

She recognises his distress. "Ah... Christopher, look at me... look at me. .... That's better. I can see why this would upset you. But... it's not... hmmm, how shall I explain? I've heard of penises shaped like this, and it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's a bit rare, that's all. Really! Well, quite rare I suppose. And, ah... more importantly I'm certain you'll find it will, ah... have a positive side. You'll understand when you're older. Actually you'll be glad of it. I can't tell you why just yet, perhaps your mother should. Err... has your mother seen this?"

Christopher still can't speak, and has a tear slowly rolling down a cheek. He shakes his head. Mrs Harper seems even more surprised, if that was possible.

"She doesn't know? Well, I suppose it does look nor... um... look average with the foreskin on, even when you are erect. And I guess since you don't masturbate, you never... oh! Is this why you... why you don't masturbate? You're ashamed of this? I can see you are. Poor Christopher, you mustn't be ashamed of your penis. It's not deformed, just a bit unusual. Really, some other boys have this kind of head on their penis too. It's just a variety, like blue eyes. It's uh... extremely cute, I think."

She's still kneeling, face level with his erection. Turning back to it she examines it again, marvelling.

Meanwhile, her assurances haven't made much of an impression on Christopher. He heard her, but isn't processing her words. Partly because there's yet another demand for his attention. Something he hadn't experienced before. The previous times he'd pulled back his foreskin, both times he'd been only partially erect. The first time was several years ago, right at the beginning of puberty and he was just being curious. He'd been playing with his penis, and with some effort pulled the skin back over the beginning of an erection. He'd been so upset and disturbed by the sight that his erection had gone within seconds. He'd pulled the skin back over his shrunken glans with no trouble, and decided he didn't want to ever do that again.

The second time had been a year later, just after he had masturbated and ejaculated. He'd begun to wonder if he'd been imagining the way he remembered it looking with the foreskin rolled back, so he'd done it again as his erection shrank. No, he hadn't been imagining it. He had a little difficulty pushing the skin back over his knob, since the skin at first refused to ride up over the widely flared rear rim of the still swollen glans. Shortly afterwards he was soft enough again, and able to hide his weird knob from sight. But he'd learned that it could be difficult to hide the thing, and he'd better not do that again. These days he hardly ever thought of it, though it had been an almost subconscious worry during the cowboys and Indian games.

But now he's fully, throbbingly erect. He's been eight days without cumming, and moments ago Mrs Harper was wiping his erection down, bringing him teeteringly close to orgasm. And then... for the first time ever his glans is free to swell to its unrestrained maximum size, and there is a very tightly stretched ring of foreskin constricting his shaft just behind the flared rim of his mushroom-like glans. He hadn't realised a tightly swollen knob sends feelings all of it's own, even without any touch. And he didn't know that a tight constriction behind the glans results in the glans feeling like every pulse of blood into his penis goes diectly into the swollen knob, and feels like it stays there. This flood of feelings has a grip on his attention, and he's trying to deal with the contrast of his horribly weird-shaped knob feeling so very nice. Not to mention the ever-present frustration of not having cum for far too long, which all this is just making worse.

It's so intense, so overwhelming! He thinks of the position he's in... standing naked in the kitchen with Mrs Harper, hands bound behind his back by Terry, Mrs Harper's 10 year old son, and Mrs Harper seming to think that his hands will just have to remain tied a while more. He's been without clothes for eight days and constantly watched, giving him no opportunity to masturbate. Just a few hours ago he'd been forced to masturbate two other boys to orgasm, and watched a third cum too, with no relief himself. He's teased and excited by girls of all ages, and everyone he meets seems to think his increasingly frequent and long-lasting erections very funny and they are all acting together to make sure he has no chance to masturbate. All this is now going to go on for some unknown number of weeks more. And now... now Mrs Harper knows about his freaky knob, and he discovers that knob drives him crazy with extra horny sensations he had no idea existed. He needs to cum soooo badly! It's like an unrelenting pressure. He can't imagine how this can go on. It can't get any worse, surely?

He's looking down at his straining erection, topped by the purple mushroom monstrosity that is currently driving erotic spears into his brain. With Mrs Harper's face only inches from his organ, watching it closely. So of course his body picks now to exude a new gush of clear pre-cum, this time bubling clear as daylight from the slit in the end of his deep purple mushroom end. It runs down the underside of his shaft, forming two long strands dropping in slow motion to the kitchen floor. He gives up trying to control himself, eyes closing and letting his hips make futile thrusts, while letting out a moan of frustrated despair.

He doesn't see Mrs Harper smile faintly as she nods her head, or hear her speak softly "Not a day too soon." She picks up the washcloth again and speaks to him loudly. "Christopher, you're supposed to wash under the foreskin every day. It's obviously been a long time since you did, if ever. So I'm going to have to clean there now. Hold still a moment."

She holds his shaft with thumb and finger of her left hand, and starts delicately wiping the caked yellow cheesy stuff from the back under-rim of his mushroom in short swipes, stopping after each one to watch his reaction. He's astonished by this too. Who knew the head could be so deliciously sensitive? Each swipe kicks his arousal in an upward spike and makes him shudder. Then she waits till he's settled down again and does the next. Finally, after a longer wait she wipes the new stream of pre-cum from the underside then wraps the cloth around the head for a final quick wipe.

"It's a lost cause that, really. You just keep making more. My goodness, it's certainly very sensitive. That's settled then, in this house I don't want you to touch your penis yourself, ever, for any reason. As for the dribbling... from now on I want you to come to one of us and ask to be wiped whenever you're excited like this, and could leave drips. I'll explain to them how sensitive this is, and that they must be careful. We certainly don't want to cause an accident."

He's beyond answering. If she doesn't want to 'cause an accident' that he very much wishes for right now, she'd better stop soon. He loses control and all on their own his hips start thrusting, pushing his erection harder into her towel cupping hand as another longer moan escapes. Struggling against the ties holding his wrists behind his back, he wants nothing more than to grab her hand and press it harder against his cock.

"Oops." Mrs Harper stops suddenly, releasing his throbbing organ to jerk and thrust in midair. Her mouth twists to the side slightly in a moe of disapproval. "It seems your self control isn't all it could be either. Oh... Christopher, again?"

Almost immediately after she let go he'd clenched inside in desperation, and also producing another strong bubbling up and out of his clear precum. So much that it started dripping from the bulbous purple tip straight away, forming a long thick strand. Which pendulumed around a few moments with his hip thusting, then caught and stuck to the side of his shaft, over almost the entire length.

She shakes her head ruefully. "This is getting slightly repetitious. Hold still and for goodness sake try to get a grip Christopher."

He's barely aware of the irony, as she gets a grip on him again. This time she holds his penis by the sides, while reaching her other hand between his legs and presses upwards on his perineum just in front of his anus.

"Let's see if we can empty this out just for a while." She runs her fingertips firmly and briskly along his urethra, rear to front, continuing up his erection. A great deal of precum oozes out as her fingers near the tip, and by the time she completes the wipe there's another long dribble of clear goop hanging half the way to the floor and as much again on her fingers. She catches the strand with the cloth, wipes her fingers then gives his shaft a last, quick swipe clean.

"Ok, that should do it for now. None too soon."

He's shuddering with nearness to orgasm, and she seemed to realize it though she makes no other comment.

"You're all clean. Perhaps... we should cover that up again so it doesn't rub on anything? Hang on..." She grips his shaft just below the head, and tries to pull the skin sheath back up, obviously intending to roll the foreskin back over the glans. It's immediately obvious this is not going to happen. The tight band of tissue shows absolutely no potential to be pushed up over the flared mushroom rim, that overall is nearly twice the shaft diameter. She realises almost as soon as she starts that she's trying to do something simply impossible, and lets go, giving up. "Oh. Well that's a bit awkward. I suppose it will have to stay that way until your erection goes away. Then we can roll it back down. Alright. Go and find Terry and tell him I said to untie you and then you come straight back here please." Mrs Harper said.

Christopher stared incredulously at Mrs Harper. She couldn't make him go to Terry like this, with his... his... mushroom exposed? He complained "Please, can't I wait till.. this...? He's looking down at his erection with the purple freakshow tip. "No Christopher, now please. I told you not to be embarressed about that, and I think it's sure to be seen eventually. Well, every day now it's going to be washed at bathtimes. Don't waste time, I have things to do for something this evening. Don't forget to come straight back." Christopher sighed and did as he was told, reluctantly. He'd been living in this home for over a week, naked all the time and at times erect, but having to walk around the house searching for Terry while naked, hands tied behind his back and burning with frustration as he gradually wound down from being so close to orgasm, and with his most shameful secret glaringly exposed, was a new humiliation.

It took him longer than expected to find Terry, but even so he was a long way from hanging normally. Still reddened and thick and standing out at half mast, his mushroom diminished but still exposed by the foreskin tenatiously bunched up behind it, when he finally found Terry in the back yard. He's discovered that walking in this state makes has penis swing the heavy glans against his thighs, which with its sensitive exposed skin producing flares of intensity with each slap. The unfortunate result is to keep him in a state of half erection — when he stiffens up more the head doesn't slap against his thighs, so he gets no harder. But when he softens more the slapping starts and stimulates him to increased hardness. With his hands tied behind his back he's helpless to do anything about this self-sustaining semi-erection.

"Hey Christopher, what's.... oh wow. Look at that. Awesome!" He's grinning at Christopher's semi-fat and purple mushroom, so it's clearly not a question.

"Terry, your mum said to untie my hands now."

"Oh right, ha ha, I forgot. How did you lose your redskin costume? You'll need it for the next game."

He'd presented his wrists to Terry, who began to idly tug at the knots, in no great rush.

"I don't want to play again. It's never fair at all, and you... you always... it's not right. What if someone finds out what you..." He trails off, remembering that Terry's mom obviously did know all about it. And the girls...

"Ha ha, you redskin varmints have a lot to learn. Who do you think is the boss of us cowboys?"

Christopher could feel some ropes uncoiling from his wrists, but they were still firmly secured. That question surprised him. Wasn't Terry the one in charge?

"Um.. I thought you... ?"

Terry pops around to face Christopher, holding a rope end that is apparently still attached to his tied wrists. "Sure, in the game, after we catch some redskins. But the girls always turn up, right? You think they don't report back to the fort about redskin firepower? And if you want to fire your rifle, I think you'd better play. Eventually..."

Christopher was lost for words, as Terry tugged some more at his bonds. Then his hands came free and Terry came back to face him, neatly coiling an unexpected amount of rope. "I think mom probably wants you back there. She said she has a surprise this evening."

Walking back inside, he decided his penis head was finally shrunk enough to allow his foreskin to go back. Before the knob to thigh slapping can take hold again, with a quick surreptitious push he's able to slide the tight skin back over the head, again looking like it always had. Much to his relief. Deep in thought Christopher presented himself in the kitchen where Mrs Harper had been joined by her daughter Cindy. Mrs Harper gives his now soft penis a considering look, and seems about to ask him something. Then glances at Cindy and pauses for thought.

However long Christopher had been without clothes, he still felt self-conscious about being totally nude in front of Cindy; Mrs Harper he could just about cope with and Terry too since he was boy it didn’t matter so much. But with Cindy it was different. Cindy was a girl; not only a girl, she was an older girl.

Cindy had a way of looking at him that made him feel bonky. And when that happened Cindy’s eyes would travel downwards and her gaze would settle on Christopher’s groin. The longer Cindy’s eyes lingered in that area, the more blood was pumped into Christopher’s corpora cavernosa. Depending on Cindy’s mood, she might simply smile and look away leaving Christopher red-faced and semi-aroused. Other times she might turn to her mother: “Mum… Christopher’s doing it again!” This would be guaranteed to elicit some reproachful words from Mrs Harper.

Christopher knew what to expect. Mrs Harper would say how disappointed she was, “... and you were doing so well today, Christopher. What’s brought this on? I hope you’re not thinking of playing with yourself are you, Christopher? You promised me you didn’t do that sort of thing…”

So, once more Christopher would be forced to tell Mrs Harper, in the presence of her daughter, that he didn’t masturbate, even as he stood in front of them both with his tumescent penis visibly dribling pre-cum. It was horribly embarrassing when that happened. The more he was reproved by Mrs Harper, the more Christopher’s penis would show him up. On occasion his penis might end up fully erect. Christopher simply couldn’t control himself and before he knew it there was a long string of clear boy-goo dangling from the tip of his penis.

“Oh mum… that’s totally gross!” Cindy would exclaim.

This might cause Christopher’s penis to jerk and the string of pre-cum to swing back and stick to Christopher’s thigh.

“Now, Cindy you shouldn’t be too critical... Christopher is trying to keep his naughty penis under control, but sometimes… well, sometimes…”

“But, mum… look at all that stuff leaking out… it’s… it’s… like yuck!”

This would invariably cause even more goo to bubble out of Christopher’s penis, to the point at which Mrs Harper realised something would have to be done. She said nothing, but a few days ago resolved to speak to a friend, a Mrs Marjorie Wilson, who she knew had experience in these matters. To ask if she could suggest anything which might help Christopher. They'd had an interesting chat, and some arrangements were made.

Now standing here in the kitchen Christopher waited to hear what surprise Mrs Harper had in store for him.

“I’m having a few friends round later,” she said, “Cindy’s invited a couple of her friends as well, so you youngsters won’t be left out of things…”

Christopher looked anxious. The thought of even more people seeing him without any clothes on did not appeal.

“Don’t look so worried, Christopher,” Mrs Harper continued, “I thought you’d like to help so I’ve ordered a waiter’s uniform for you to wear tonight…”

Christopher was thrilled at the thought of a waiter’s uniform to wear and of performing such an important function at Mrs Harper’s party. It was as if his prayers had been answered and he wondered if Mrs Harper would allow him the keep the uniform to wear after the party.

“By the way, Cindy, I’ve invited Marjorie Wilson this evening… you remember Marjorie?”

Cindy shot a glance at Christopher: “Yes, mum…” But before Cindy could say anything else, Mrs Harper went on to tell Christopher that as a waiter he would help by serving snacks to the assembled guests. He could also greet the guests as they arrived and offer them a glass of wine.

Christopher had seen the way Cindy looked at him. It was a bit unnerving and he didn’t know why.

Mrs Harper pointed to the parcel which contained Christopher's waiter’s uniform which was sat on the breakfast bar and told him to open it. But when Christopher came to open the package he was in for a big disappointment. The black bow-tie was there, along with a collar and cuffs, but that was all there was of the waiter’s uniform. Christopher found a packing slip at the bottom of the box. A note on the slip apologised for the absence of the waiter’s apron which was due to a shortage of stock. An apron would be sent out as soon as stock became available. Sadly it seemed as if the vital item, the waiter’s apron, which would have afforded Christopher modest coverage of his boy-bits, would not be to hand that evening. Glumly he handed Mrs Harper the note.

“Oh dear me. Why on earth they bothered sending half the uniform… well, you just have to make do, Christopher,” Mrs Harper said and then tried to cheer Christopher up, “Never mind, Christopher, you’ll have a smart bow-tie to wear and with the collar and cuffs, you’ll look just the part… it’s a shame about the apron, but it’s not the end of the world...”

“But… but, Mrs Harper, won’t your friends be… err, if they see me with nothing on?” Christopher asked, desperate to find a way out of what promised to be his most embarrassing experience since he came to stay with Mrs Harper.

“Oh, don’t even think about it, Christopher. Most of my friends have boys of their own. They’re quite used to seeing boys with no clothes on. Don’t you worry, Christopher, I can assure you no-one will be in the least bit shocked or upset about seeing you in the nude.”

That was not what Christopher wanted to hear. He couldn’t care less what people thought… it was what he felt like that bothered him! The prospect of greeting Mrs Harper’s friends… and some of Cindy’s too by all accounts… wearing nothing more than a black bow-tie, a collar and cuffs was beyond his ability to put into words.

“Now, if you will excuse me, Christopher, I’ve got a lot to do…” Mrs Harper said, signaling to Christopher the end of the conversation.

Cindy picked up the bow-tie and fiddled with it: “Why don’t I help you try on your uniform, Christopher?” she asked.

Wondering what the point of it all was, Christopher allowed Cindy to help him into his waiter’s uniform. Cindy placed the winged collar around Christopher’s neck. It was a tight fit, but Cindy managed to get it done up. Next came the bow-tie. Fortunately for Cindy it was ready-tied and a band went round Christopher's neck to hold it in place. Christopher had never in his life worn a bow-tie before and it felt a bit strange… even more so as it was the only thing he was wearing. Cindy fussed about until she was satisfied the tie was nice and straight. Then she helped Christopher on with the cuffs which slipped easily over his hands and were fixed in place around his wrists with cuff-links Cindy found in the box.

Now Christopher felt even more strange than before. It was if he was sort of dressed and undressed at the same time… until he looked in the mirror and saw how bare he still was. He wondered what Mrs Harper’s guests would make of him. Christopher was distracted by Terry who wandered into the kitchen. Terry had changed out of his cowboy outfit and was now dressed in an unbelievably smart, long-trousered, suit. His hair had been oiled and slicked into shape. Terry didn’t look best pleased, but when he saw Christopher his eyes popped out on stalks.

“Wow! How cool is that!” he said grinning at Christopher dressed in his new costume.

“Terry, I can’t wear this to the party… Can’t you be the waiter?” Christopher said.

“Don’t be silly, Christopher,” Cindy said, “Terry hasn’t the faintest idea how to be a waiter… besides he’d eat all the snacks before they got anywhere near mum’s guests.”

“Hmm… that’s not a bad idea… but… nah… you’ll be much better, Christopher,” Terry decided as he allowed Cindy to straighten his bow-tie.

It wasn’t long before the first guests arrived. They were greeted at the door by Terry who took great delight in welcoming the ladies and then stepping to one side to reveal a very nervous Christopher who stood in the hallway holding a large tray laden with glasses.

“My, Terry, you do look very smart,” Mrs Symes said as she entered the hall, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen…” Mrs Symes paused when she saw Christopher standing in front of her dressed in nothing more than a bow-tie, collar and cuffs.

“This is Christopher,” Terry proudly introduced Mrs Symes to the practically nude boy. “He’s staying with us while his mum’s away,” he explained before adding, “He locked himself out of his house.” Terry thought this an adequate explanation for Christopher’s state of undress. Mrs Symes looked puzzled, so Terry offered some more information. “You see he left all his clothes inside his house…”

Mrs Symes peered at Christopher a little more closely: “Are you a nudist?” she asked.

The glasses on the tray Christopher was holding rattled as he replied: “... err, no… I err… don’t think so…”

Mrs Symes turned to her friend: “Boys…”

“Showing off, d’ye think?” the friend replied as she took two glasses from the tray and gave one to Mrs Symes.

Mrs Symes shrugged her shoulders at her friend’s question. “Shouldn’t think so… but… well, boys…”

This proved to set the tone for the rest of Christopher’s encounters with Mrs Harper’s guests and he had to endure the endless embarrassment of hearing Terry cheerfully repeating the story of how he managed to loose all his clothes.

“So you’ve not got a stitch to wear?” one visitor inquired.

“Umm… no… you see none of Terry’s clothes fit me and…” Christopher replied.

“I let Christopher borrow my Red Indian outfit,” Terry added, “We’ve been playing Cowboys and Indians.”

“Oh, that’s kind of you, Terry,” another guest chipped in as she lightened the load on Christopher’s tray, “I bet you boys have lots of fun.”

Christopher could only blush at the thought of what happened during Cowboys and Indians.

“You bet!” Terry said, “Redskins always lose… me and the other cowboys tie ‘em up and make ‘em talk…”

“... and if they don’t talk?” the lady asked.

“Oh, they always talk!” Terry gloated.

Just then Cindy’s friends arrived. Terry threw open the front door to give the girls an uninterrupted view of Christopher standing in the hallway still holding a tray.

“OMYGOD!!!” Lily squealed when she saw the virtually nude boy. The other girl, Sophie, was so stunned that for two whole minutes she stood unable to speak. Cindy heard Lily’s exclamation and rushed into the hall.

“Omygod… Cindy… it’s true!” Lily said, “He’s… he’s…”

“... Got nothing to wear, have you, Christopher?” Cindy said calmly.

“He’s… like... totally... bare-nude!” Sophie at last managed to splutter before Christopher could say anything.

“Not entirely…” Cindy corrected her friend, “If you care to look closely you’ll see Christopher is wearing the uniform of a waiter… Note the bow-tie,” Cindy pointed towards Christopher’s neck, “He is also wearing collar and cuffs… I’d hardly call that bare-nude, Sophie.”

“But… but I can see his… his thing!” Sophie insisted.

“You mean his penis?” Cindy couldn’t resist correcting her friend. She also knew the effect this sort of discussion would have on Christopher.

And sure enough… “OMYGOD!! It’s moving!!” Sophie screamed as she pointed at Christopher’s penis.

If it hadn’t been for the tray full of glasses, Christopher would have turned and run, but as it was he wouldn’t have got very far, since at that moment Mrs Harper appeared in the hallway.

“What is all this noise about?” she asked.

Sophie apologised. A little short of breath she pointed at Christopher’s penis jerking its way upwards, as if this explained everything.

Terry couldn’t resist the opportunity to show off: “That…? That’s nothing… You wait ‘til it starts to dribble…”

“Terry, that’s enough,” Mrs Harper said before Terry could give anymore details, “Sophie might not want to hear about Christopher’s penis…”

“Aw, mum…” Cindy leapt to her friend’s defence, “Sophie’s seen a penis before… haven’t you, Sophie?”

“Err… well actually…” Sophie blushed.

Cindy and Lily stared wide-eyed at their friend. “You’re kidding me?” Cindy said finally.

Sophie shook her head.

“It’s nothing to make a fuss over,” Mrs Harper said, “I don’t suppose Sophie has a younger brother who likes to play games of Cowboys and Indians...”

Sophie looked at Cindy quizzically. Her expression seemed to say, ‘What’s that supposed to mean?’

Cindy understood: “Better ask Christopher…”

“The… err, Indians always lose…” he said.

“We round ‘em up, tie ‘em up and strip ‘em bare!” Terry said gleefully.

“What? Nude?” Sophie asked.

“We sure do, mam… We sure do…” Terry gloated. “You should come and watch… it’s really good fun.”

Yeah… right, Christopher thought, for the Cowboys it’s fun…

Sophie couldn’t believe what she heard. The idea a boy of Christopher’s age would willingly partake in a game of Cowboys and Indians, knowing he was likely to end up stripped nude was, was kind of exciting…

“You… you play Cowboys and Indians with Terry?” Sophie asked Christopher. Christopher nodded. “As a Red Indian?” Again Christopher nodded in reply to Sophie's question.

“... so you end up… er, nude?” Sophie asked.

“Um… yes… a couple of times…” Christopher replied.

“You mean you’ve played more than once?!” Sophie could hardly believe her ears. She’d thought that games of Cowboys and Indians were for younger kids… boys more Terry’s age. She was definitely going to talk to Cindy about this and find out why she hadn’t been told about Terry’s way of playing Cowboys and Indians.

In the meantime all this talk was taking its toll on Christopher. He was still standing in the hallway of Mrs Harper’s house dressed in nothing more than a bow-tie, collar and cuffs, holding a tray which still had on it a few glasses. As Sophie had so startlingly announced, Christopher’s penis, to his intense embarrassment, had slowly and remorselessly stiffened until it was now fully erect.

Mrs Harper spoke: “Why don’t you put down the tray on the table over there, Christopher?” then she turned and called down the hallway, “Marjorie! Would you mind coming here a minute…” she turned back, “Stay here, Christopher… I want Mrs Wilson to have a little look at you… it won’t take a moment.”

Mrs Wilson appeared.

“This is Christopher,” Mrs Harper said by way of introduction.

“Yes… I met Christopher when I arrived,” Marjorie Wilson explained, “I take it Christopher is the boy you mentioned when we spoke on the telephone?”

“He is and I’d like you to give me some advice. You see…” Mrs Harper began.

Right on cue Christopher’s penis began to dribble. A string of pre-cum formed which hung from the tip of Christopher’s foreskin.

“Oh dear… is this happening a lot?” Mrs Wilson asked.

“I’m afraid that it is…” Mrs Harper replied

“Hmm…” Mrs Wilson said thoughtfully, “Perhaps tonight's talk will have a practical… Would you mind if I asked Christopher one or two questions?”

“Of course not… go right ahead,” Mrs Harper replied.

“Christopher, I want you to think carefully,” Mrs Wilson said as she looked at the nervous boy, “Can you remember when you last had an emission? You know what I mean by an emission, don’t you?”

Christopher nodded shyly in answer to Mrs Wilson’s second question. This was more embarrassing than ever, what with Mrs Harper, Cindy and her friends standing there watching… not forgetting Terry who was positively agog with excitement.

“Well…?” Mrs Wilson prompted Christopher when no answer to her first question was forthcoming, “When did you last produce…”

“OMYGOD!!” It was Sophie squealing again as more pre-cum bubbled from Christopher’s penis to form a string of boy-goo which stretched nearly halfway to the floor. Cindy, who was by now used to seeing the results of Christopher’s excitement, told her friend to be quiet so they could listen to what Mrs Wilson had to say.

After further prompting Christopher told Mrs Wilson how he’d last ejaculated a few days before he came to stay with Mrs Harper.

“I see,” Mrs Wilson said as she turned to Mrs Harper. "Janet, he's been with you for eight days now, I think you said?"

Mrs Harper nodded, and added "Christopher was tense like this for a while on his first evening here. So I wondered..."

Mrs Wilson frowned, and asked the ever more distressed boy, "A few...? You must mean at least three or four days, I expect, if you were making a spectacle of yourself already on your first day here. Can you remember exactly how many days before, Christopher?"

Being made to talk about this while standing naked was mortifying for the boy. The worst was that for some reason he couldn't understand the situation made his penis even harder, and obviously so. He'd become so hard his foreskin, which normally retained a short crinkle-tipped tube at the end even when erect, had pulled back enough to form a small tight circular opening just large enough to expose a glimpse of his darkened glans skin inside. Along the sides of his shaft sinuous veins were standing out, bulging blueish under the pale hairless skin. Cindy's round-eyed stare made him accutely aware that she was giving the state of his penis her rapt attention.

Christopher could see the opening ring of his foreskin of course, since his erection was standing up nearly vertically. He was becoming afraid that after having his foreskin pulled back by Mrs Harper earlier, maybe now it was stretched enough to pop right back by itself, like he'd seen with other boys' erections. Something he deeply wanted to avoid, but how? Feeling completely overloaded he tried to consider Mrs Wilson's question. In truth, the last time he had masturbated had been on the morning of the day his mother had left. So only a few hours before the disaster with the door key. As routine for virtually every morning without fail, and usually the evening before too. But he certainly couldn't admit that to the formidable Mrs Wilson. The safest thing seemed to be to agree with her.

Trying to speak, he made the mistake of looking shyly down to his toes. Which instead put his rigid penis standing up almost perpendicularly right in the middle of his view, just as another dribble of clear pre-cum oozed from the slit of his purple-red glans tip peeking from the opening of his slightly pulled back foreskin. This and hearing Sophie's sudden intake of breath sent him into a kind of flustered panic, where he looked away from himself and found his gaze being held by the stern Mrs Wilson. Something even longer, wouldn't that seem less guilty?

"Um... I err.... It... was fo... five days. Five days."

Matter of factly Mrs Wilson calculated aloud. "Eight days plus five then. Almost two weeks. I see. That's still a bit precocious for a boy of his age, to be in this condition already. It suggests to me... Hmmm... Tell me Christopher, did you make yourself ejaculate…?”

It was Mrs Harper’s turn to speak: “Christopher doesn’t masturbate, Marjorie… he told me so himself.”

“I see,” Mrs Wilson repeated herself, “so it would have been an involuntary emission… I see...” she paused and thought for a few moments before turning to Mrs Harper, “How long has Christopher been… er, dribbling like this?”

“On and off… most days really. I should say more or less since he came to stay with us, wouldn't you say, Cindy?” Mrs Harper replied.

Cindy agreed with her mother. Sophie found it difficult to believe: “You mean he… this stuff… he’s been… it’s been... yuck!”

Mrs Wilson came to a decision: “Janet I agree, there is a question. Christopher does need to be milked to resolve your concerns. Certainly before he has another involuntary emission, if we are to know for sure. Judging by his state of excitement, that could happen at any time… As we discused it’s a simple procedure. A practical lesson that will fit well with my presentation to your friends. Would the living-room be alright? It shouldn’t take long if Christopher cooperates…”

“I’m sure that would be fine,” Mrs Harper replied.

“Can I watch?” Terry asked eagerly.

“Well… I’m not sure,” Mrs Wilson answered, “You’d better ask your mother…”

“Please, mum… Can I watch Mrs Wilson milking Christopher?” Terry asked, “I’ve not seen anyone being milked before… Please let me watch, mum.”

Christopher was dumbfounded. All this talk of him being ‘milked’, whatever that entailed, and he wasn’t even being asked whether he wanted it done. Now Terry saying he wanted to watch!

“Please, Mrs Harper,” Christopher began, “I’m not sure… can’t I just… er, let it… y’know…”

“No Christopher, we must have an accurate measurement.” Mrs Wilson said firmly, “Also I’m sure Mrs Harper doesn’t want you to have an involuntary emission and… well you have to think of what might happen and there’s her soft furnishings to consider… You wouldn’t want to make a mess all over everything now would you?”

Christopher hung his head. Why was it that grown-ups always knew best? “Um, no… I guess not…” he mumbled, but still not convinced he wanted to be ‘milked’, and what she meant by 'measurement.'

“That’s a good boy,” Mrs Wilson said, “... and you’ll come along to the living-room?” Christopher nodded reluctantly. “And we can see to all that messy boy-stuff.”

So they all trooped down the hall. Mrs Wilson took Christopher by the hand and led him, his erection bobbing erratically as he walked. The long thread of pre-cum broke away, and a new one began to form. As they reached the living-room door Mrs Harper’s guests could be seen, and several were looking in the right direction to see Christopher.

Mrs Wilson halted him in the doorway and announced to the room: “Everyone, this is Christopher. I believe you have all met, and know of his apparel problem and had this other matter..." She gestures to Christopher's erection, in case anyone hadn't noticed. "Explained by now. Christopher has agreed to a milking proceedure, that will augment tonight's presentation. If no one objects?"

There was a positive murmer of responses, and Mrs Wilson nudged the boy. "Say 'hello' Christopher.." Christopher did as he was told and politely greeted them even though they had recently met at the front door. By now the entire room full of adult ladies were looking at him, most still chatting to each other as if a naked blushing boy with pre-cum drooling from his erection was something they saw every day.

Mrs Wilson's friend Sylvia suggested “Pop him up on the coffee table… perfect height… put a towel and a bowl down… get him milked in no time. Everyone is eager to hear your talk, as you know. For good reason, as always. Wait till you hear what Beth told us while you were out in the hall, that she discovered just this afternoon. What about it, eh?”

There were nearly a dozen of Mrs Harper’s guests gathered in the living-room. None of them had demurred at the prospect of the bow-tied Christopher being relieved of his build-up of boy-stuff in their presence. Indeed most of the ladies still carried on chatting, as if the announced milking was nothing out of the ordinary, and neither was a virtually nude teenage boy with an erection being ushered into the room.

However, for Christopher it was anything but an everyday experience to be shoo’d into the living-room along with Cindy and her friends Sophie and Lily, with Mrs Harper and Terry bringing up the rear. Now there was no question of whether Terry could watch the proceedings, as it was perfectly clear that everyone would be able to see Christopher being milked.

Christopher looked at Mrs Harper. He was more nervous than ever. “Don’t worry, Christopher, it will be alright and you’ll feel much better afterwards,” Mrs Harper assured him, then added, “Mrs Wilson is very experienced in these matters…”

The coffee table was cleared, a towel was produced and laid across it. Christopher was told to climb onto the table and to kneel on his hands and knees. His first attempt had to be corrected, reversing his position so his head was facing away from the center of the room and grouping of guests. He was asked to shift his knees further apart, and a large mixing bowl placed on the towel between them. Christopher was now so nervous that his penis had gone almost completely soft and, with his legs apart, could be seen hanging limply between his thighs.

Mrs Wilson began briskly, placing a bulky bag beside the coffee table as she addressed her audience. "A few of you know me already. I'm Doctor Marjorie Wilson, lead scientist at the Institute for Experimental Research on Attainment of Sexual Potential, and senior consulting physician at St Josephs Hospital for long stay adolescent convalescence. But please, call me Marjorie."

"We are most fortunate tonight, as Christopher's problem presents an excellent opportunity for a practical demonstration during tonight's talk on management of problematic teenage male sexuality. You will learn techniques my collegues and I have developed over the years at the Institute and the St Josephs Hospital for long stay convalescence. As I know all of you have teenagers or sons soon to enter puberty, I believe you will find the demonstration relevant and useful."

Extracting a pair of latex gloves from her bag and pulling them on, she speaks to the host. "Janet, it was also fortunate timing you called me when you did. I'll be leaving in a couple of days on a research exchange with one of our affiliates in England. I could just fit this in. Oh, and do you have your camera handy? Would you like to take some record of this? I believe photos of the proceedure may be helpful to the mothers here."

"Oh of course, I'll get it." Mrs Harper goes off to fetch her camera, while Mrs Wilson begins her presentation. It seems to be a talk she has given many times.

"As you all know, boys do not mature emotionally and intellectually until their late teens. If then. Without the most attentive and careful parenting, more than half are not capable of shouldering the responsibilities of adulthood until well into their twenties, and some males simply never can be trusted with anything more important than carrying the shopping bags."

There's a murmur of amused general agreement in the room.

"I gather you all are aware of that. Yet very few people realize the male reproductive system requires a similar kind of careful parental guidance to complete development, and in the usual case never reaches its full potential."

This time there is silence, and an air of puzzlement. Several of the women glance to each other with 'what does she mean' expressions.

As Mrs Wilson spoke she was screwing a thin chromed metal tube about six inches long, onto a fat shiny metal syringe. The end of the tube has an elongated ball on the end, about half an inch in diameter. There are several small holes over the ball's surface.

She holds it up for everyone to see. "Normally the bulk of this talk can be quite dry. I think the demonstration tonight will prevent you feeling bored. This is just a lubricant applicator. I'll be using several pieces of medical equipment, but they are all really only for convenience in our demonstration and our first basic proceedure can be performed just as effectively without any special equipment at all."

She places the metal ball against Christopher's arsehole. He flinches slightly. "Do hold still Christopher! This will feel a little cool, but it's not uncomfortable." She depresses the syringe plunger slightly and clear gell oozes from the ball, coating Cristopher's sphincter. Mrs Wilson moves the ball away, and smears the goo around with a gloved fingertip.

"Actually, for a demonstration like this, we'll clean things out first. It isn't strictly necessary for a quick milking, but many prefer to make it part of the routine, and for our demonstration it's certainly best. Now Christopher, just relax, You'll feel a little sliding sensation. Try not to tense up."

She slides her middle finger slowly into Christopher, who shivers and gives a small gasp, leaning forward away from the intruding finger. "No! Christopher, don't pull away." She grips him by the upper thigh with her other hand and urges him back. With the finger in to the hilt, she rotates it, feeling around inside.

"Hmm, yes, a rinse is needed. Janet, can you fetch me a large jug of water quite warm to the touch please? Oh, and I think later we'll also need a large pitcher nearly full of ice water with ice cubes."

As Mrs Harper leaves the room Mrs Wilson removes her finger from Christopher, pulling off her gloves. She opens a side pocket of her medical style bag, extracting a bundle of colourful printed pamphlets.

"I'll have to take Christopher off to the bathroom briefly, and there's no point all of you following and being put off your snacks. Unless anyone particularly wants to see him voiding a small enema. Here, pass these around. I'll be referring to the diagrams later. In the meantime..."

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   Mockup a photo-like image of an actual pamphlet,
   3d, standing half open on a table. Also scans of the 1st two pages?

She digs a coiled set of flexible tubing and squeeze bulbs from the bag. On one end of the complex there's a double oval-shaped bulge. She places this against Christopher's sphincter, and rotates it around, working the lubricant over the surface. Then she suddenly presses the first bulge into him, before he can react. Now there is just a thin flexible hose protruding from his rear, extending a couple of feet to a cluster of valves and squeeze bulbs held by Mrs Wilson. She begins pumping one of the bulbs, and Christopher again shudders and squirms, rocking his hips around.

"Really Christopher, there's no point squirming. I know it feels odd, but you'll just have to put up with it. And more soon." She turns to the others. "I'm inflating the plug balloon just inside him first. It's to prevent accidental leakage on the carpet. So I can apply the enema here, then take him to empty it."

She keeps pumping, observing Christopher. After a few more squeezes he starts squirming again, and complaining. "Oh... pl... please Mrs Wilson that, arrgh... oh stop..."

She gives it one more squeeze, then pulls firmly on the tube. His sphincter and a surprisingly large area of flesh around the tube bulges outwards. His spincter dilates slightly, revealing the start of a firm ball-shape just inside. He whimpers, obviously not happy, but unable to put his objection in words.

At this point Mrs Harper returns with a large water jug in each hand, one clinking with ice cubes. She places them on the floor under the coffee table, while taking an interested close look at Christopher's rear. "Marjorie, are these available? Would you recommend parents should have one?"

Mrs Wilson nods. "Oh definitely! All the items I'll demonstrate this evening are available at low cost from the Institute, which is a non-profit charity and heavily subsidized. There's a link in the back of the pamphlet. Now, I'll inflate the second retainer, outside. That really holds it in place." She twists a small valve molded in the hose, and pumps the bulb again. This time the thickenning of the tube at and just outside his entrance begins to swell. First it expands to fill the dilation of his opening, then keeps expanding, while also growing larger outside and starting to obscure his ring.

Now he really starts complaining. "Arrhhh... ohh... arrghhhhnnooooo... oh please that's...." As he jerks his pelvis as if trying to shake the intruder loose.

"Silly boy, stop that. I know it doesn't hurt all all, you just haven't experienced this before. You'll get used to it, especially as Janet will need to do this while looking after you. Your mother too, when she returns. There..."

Mrs Wilson lets go of the hose and bulb, leaving Christopher with a taught balloon shape pressed tightly between his butt cheeks, and the hose system hanging from that. "...that's not going to leak."

She dips a finger in the warm water jug. "Perfect." She turns to the audience. "It should be well above body temp, but nowhere near hot enough to do any harm. Think comfortably steamy hot bath." She drops a clear tubing end into the jug, where it stays due to its weighted end. Now she guides Christopher. "All right, for this You should sit back on your haunches, with your torso upright. That's it."

To the guests again. "We're only doing a lower passage rinse, so it's simpler to not get water up over into the other side of the bowel. For a full enema we'd have him horizontal on his back, so the water can flow right in. But for this one..."

She starts pumping another bulb. Water can be seen sucking up the clear tube. Suddenly Christopher gasps. He's sitting on his heels, and starts to stand up. Mrs Wilson puts a hand firmly on his shoulder, pushing him back down. "Really. Stop being disobedient, or Mrs Harper and I will give you a painful reason to behave. It's just warm water. I take it you have never had an enema before?" She looks at his crotch. "Oh, and don't be embarrassed about getting an erection again. Many boys do exhibit that response from sensations in the rear. In fact invariably when there's pent-up pressure in the glands, but we'll talk more of that later.

Christopher is sitting with his back to the others, so no one else had noticed his penis quickly coming to attention again. Mrs Wilson waves her hand at his crotch as a suggestion to look. Terry, Lily & Sophie lead the adults, who all file past, making various comments. Mrs Wilson is continually pumping more of the warm water into Chrostopher, so they all get close up views of him panting, undulating his hips, and tensing muscles that make his rigid erection jerk up and down. His pre-cum has started dribbling again too.

With about half the jug of water gone, Mrs Wilson stops pumping. His abdomen is visibly enlarged, and he's taking deep panting breaths. His penis is standing rigidly up from his crotch.

Christopher is in an agony of urgency. He feels desperate to void his swollen bowel, but the thing plugging his rear clearly won't allow it. He feels hot from the water, and has begun to sweat. But the worst is how badly he needs to cum. He thought he wanted to badly today during the Cowboys and Indians game, and when at the end it was clear he was going to be walked back to the house with no chance for relief, he'd felt like screaming from the feeling of pressure behind his persistent erection. Now somehow the pressure and heat in his bowel makes the feeling of need far worse. Just a few strokes of his penis, that's all it would take... He daren't touch himself, but can't prevent his hips rocking in futile thrusting motions.

The most abjectly humiliating part of that is, that from the comments of the guests taking a look at his thrusting boner with its dribbles of clear pre-cum, they all realise exactly what he's feeling. Terry even has the nerve to speak to Mrs Wilson. "Ma'm, it looks like he's going to shoot his rifle any moment. Is this how you milk him? I think he will miss the bowl."

"Terry, I've been hearing some very amusing gossip about your games. You seem to have set some things in motion of which I whole heartedly approve. And thank you for all your help with Christopher, that has led to today. Several families will benefit from this. I'd say you must be one of the most mature boys I've ever met. Ha ha... I think you may find your Indians growing more enthusiastic about the game soon. As for Christopher, no, the water just makes him want to, but I don't expect he'll be able to 'fire his gun'. If it seemed to be imminent we could use the ice water. The milking will be later. Now, one more little detail..."

She lifts the hose out of the warm water jug, and starts squeezing the bulb again. In a moment there's a audible gurgling, bubbling sound from Christopher's abdomen, and his manner of squirming changes suddenly. From frustrated sexual urgency he switches to startled and confused jigging up and down on his heels. This time Mrs Wilson ignores him and explains to the guests. "I always add a good volume of air. It bubbles up through the water for extra agitation, resulting in a more vigorous and well-terminated expulsion, and so long as only the one side is filled, provides a distinct marker of the last of the water. So... There. Done."

She stops pumping. "Now, if you'll all have a look at the anatomy diagrams in the pamphlets, I think you'll be surprised. I'll go through this when we return. Come along Christopher." Passing the coiled bundle of tubing between his legs to the front, she picks up the warm water jug with her other hand. Pulling on the hose attached to his rear she prompts him to stand and step down off the coffee table. With his swollen belly, the inflated plug spreading his behind, and a waggling erection in front, he's far from graceful. As he's led from the room only Mrs Harper, Terry and the three girls follow.

Less than fifteen minutes later they return. Now Christopher has a normal slim tummy, no hoses attached to his rear, but still sporting a full erection. Terry and the girls are in the rear talking quietly but animatedly, while the two older women are in converstation.

Once they are again at the coffee table Mrs Wilson announces to the room "There, that didn't take long. Sparkling clean now, hee hee. I'll briefly review the anatomical theory next. It's remarkable how little most people know of the male sexual plumbing and how it works. There are some very commonly held misconceptions. As mothers it's crucial to have a clear and correct understanding of these things. Once I explain, you'll see how important it is to keep boys under supervision. Anyway, here we are.

She glances at Christopher, and gestures him to come and stand right beside her. As he does she rummages in her large bag on the table, pulling out something that's obviously intended for the ears. All white plastic, there's a small flat central module with two tubes curving upwards like horns. At their ends are inwards facing plugs with the soft flanges typical of earbuds. She places the central module at Christopher's colar bones, and hooks the buds into his ears. Pressing one of the buttons on the center part she speaks to him. "There, Christopher, this will play some nice music for you. You would be bored by all the talk I'm sure. When I need to tell you something I'll press this button and cut in to the music so you can hear me. OK?"

He seems startled, but looks at her and nods. Answering a bit too loudly he agrees. "Umm... yes, that's... all right."

She pats him on the shoulder, still pressing the button with her other hand. "Good boy." Letting go of the button she turns back to the audience. "It's calming music. Also, I can speak to you freely about some delicate subjects without worry of concerning Christopher, or starting pointless rummors among the local teenage boys." She smiles at Terry. "Present company excepted Terry. I think you should know these things."

Addressing the mothers again, she points to Christopher's erection, drawing everyone's eyes to it, who wasn't already. "I'll be using Christopher as a model. You'll note he is still exhibiting two of the effects we'll discuss, this persistent erection and the fluid production. Please turn to page 5 of the pamphlet, and see figure 3, the diagram titled 'Male Sexual Plumbing - Conventional View'. As you see, this represents the belief that the testicles produce all or most of the seminal fluid, which is stored in the testicles and builds up pressure there..."

%%%% --------- The 'Male Sexual Plumbing - Conventional View' diagram here

She cups Christopher's hanging balls loosely in her hand, hefting them as if to indicate how weighty they are.

"Then at times is passed to the urinary tract during ejaculation and expelled from the penis in a series of pulses." With her other hand she grips his erection at the base, and makes the rigid shaft jerk upwards repeatedly as if pulsing in ejaculation. Christopher shivers, biting his lip. He's realized he can't hear what she's saying over the music, but he's not far from actually doing exactly what her movements imply.

Mrs Wilson is aware of that and stops quickly. She asks the gathering "Now be honest, could I see a show of hands of those who understand this is how it works, please?"

Among the dozen ladies present, more than half raise their hands. Including Mrs Harper.
"Thank you. This is actually a better ratio than in many groups I speak to. Often every single person believes semen accumulates in the balls. It's a reasonable conclusion too, from the visible male characteristics. Obviously, the testicles make stuff needed for male function, and stuff comes out of the penis during ejaculation. So, without ejaculation the stuff must be accumulating in the testicles, obviously. So when it hasn't come out, the testicles must be getting full, and that would explain why males are so driven to achieve ejaculation regularly. All completely obvious."

She pauses a long moment, as if building suspense. Only a few of the mothers have any idea what she's about to say next.

"It's also totally mistaken. The actual internal physical structures and processes involved bear almost no resemblance to that simple expectation. Those structures are not visible at all, unlike the balls and penis, so one can be forgiven for not taking them into account. However it is surprising that almost no one ever considers a well known fact, that on its own disproves this simple assumption. If the balls did fill up with anything, then vasectomies, in which the fine tubes from the testicles are tied off, would be quite problematical for males. Their tesicles would eventually explode. They don't of course, and the proceedure has no long term effect perceptible to the male."

"Now, figure 4 on the next page, titled 'Actual Male Sexual Anatomy' is the true anatomy. It shows the various sources and relative volumes of fluid components that make up ejaculate, and how they develop to the final product. It's more complicated than the intuitive 'all in the balls' idea, but that's life. Besides, the actual function is quite fascinating, and important for women to understand as a key to male behavior."

%%%% ----------- The 'Male Sexual Plumbing - actual anatomy' diagram here

"Firstly, there are the testicles. These produce only the microscopic sperm cells, the total produced volume of which over months would still only be visible with a high power microscope. For all the testicles' size and visibility, they produce by far the tiniest component of ejaculate volume. Their structure is delicate and susceptiple to knocks, but the only causes of swelling or pain in the testicles are physical injury, infection, or problems with their blood supply. If your sons ever do complain of pain or swelling in the testicles then that is a medical emergency and they should be taken straight to hospital."

She stares intensely at her audience, making sure they realise she is not joking.

"One cause can be a kinked blood vessel, and this must be corrected very rapidly or risk losing the testicle. But testicles never, and I emphasise never, become 'swollen or sore with retained semen.' That is a total myth and completely impossible. Ha ha, even though you may hear males claiming it occurs. I'm sure you can guess why many of them try this pretense."

Several of the women in the room are looking a bit puzzled, but no one interrupts. Mrs Wilson glances around, noticing the looks but continues. She's seen this many times. Usually a few in her audiences even look a bit irritated, as if that last line was accusing them of being stupid. Tonight she doesn't see any of those.

"The sperm cells are carried up the very fine vas deferens tubes, passing up in front of the bladder and over the top to the rear, then down to storage structures behind the bladder. These are still quite small; they are long, narrow convoluted sacs called the Ampula. Here some fluid is excreted, holding the still inactive sperm cells in suspension until needed."

"Also behind the bladder are a pair of much larger convoluted and elastic glands called the seminal vesicles. These secrete 70% or more of the final ejaculate volume. They produce continually, and store most of their own product, expanding as they fill."

"Below the bladder, wrapped around the urethral outlet from the bladder, is a spongy gland called the prostate. This continually secretes the second largest component of ejaculate, the prostatic fluid, and also stores its own product until needed. This constitutes about 28% of the final ejaculate volume."

"So those are the three main components. Seminal fluid, prostatic fluid, and the small amount of sperm-bearing fluid from the Ampula. There are also other minor components such as we see here emerging from Christopher's penis - a lubricating fluid produced by small glands on the urethra during sexual arousal and emitted immediately. It is not stored."

"The structures where the stored fluids are retained, then mixed and expelled during ejaculation, are the complicated part. These are also the mechanism ruling much of the male's sexual behavior, via the urges or drives transmited to the sexual areas of the brain by these glands' neural wiring and hormones."

"Ejaculation is initiated by contraction of a muscular sheath enclosing the entire prostate gland. When this contracts firmly it squeezes fluids from structures within it, into the urethra. For instance some of the prostate's content fluid is squeezed via multiple small ducts into the urethra. The bulk of fluid though comes from the vesicles, via two elastic ducts that drain the vesicles, pass downwards through the prostate sheath, then merge via two very small elastic sphincters into the urethra within the prostate. These ducts are called the seminal or ejaculatory ducts. They are important, and we'll come back to them. The Ampula likewise taper down to tiny ducts that enter the prostate and merge with the ejaculatory ducts just above their sphincters to the urethra."

"It may all seem ridulously complicated, but there are really three simple points to grasp about the overall function.
The first is that during ejaculation all three fluids are mixed and expelled. The seminal fluid is the bulk carrier, while the prostatic fluid is nutrient, activator for the sperm and contains an enzyme that thins out the highly viscous seminal fluid after a short delay. The ampula fluid contains the actual sperm. Well, mostly. There can be sperm in the seminal fluid as well, under certain circumstances."

"The second point is that all the fluids are continuously excreted within their respective glands, which expand to accomodate their accumulation over time. There's a neural sensitivity to this expansion, which underlies most of the problematic behavior we see with teenage boys. And I must say, many adult males too. In today's milking demonstration I'll be showing this sensitivity, its significance, and how best to manage it."

Thirdly, and this is very important, all the structures that create male perceptions of sexual urges due to simple dilation as fluid accumulates, are tucked away out of sight, out of reach to the male himself, and don't produce any identifyable sense of location in the body, for where the urges originate. Hence all the incorrect folklore about 'swollen balls', since those are the only visible candidate for the source of perceived feelings. The fact that stimulation of the erection is the only means available to males to relieve the sensation of sexual urgency, has not helped clarify the true cause of that sensation.

"Now some more explanation of the perception of 'need', or sexual urge as males experience it. Various parts of the male glandular system send nerve signals to the brain's sexual center, proportional to how much tension is present in the gland and duct walls due to dilation with secretions. None of these are perceived as specific sensations from identifyable locations, they just sum together and present as a general diffuse sensation of sexual urge."

"The seminal vesicles are very elastic and can develop considerable capacity under the right circumstances. They have some stretch sensitivity and contribute to the male's general awareness of sexual urge. The prostate too expands as it fills, and this also contributes somewhat."

"By far the major source of sexual drive though, is the seminal ducts. Their walls are densely supplied with stretch-sensitive nerves, that signal status to the brain's sexual areas and also to the spinal clusters that control ejaculation contractions. At their top end these ducts merge with the seminal vesicles, allowing free fluid flow and pressure equalization between the vesicles and ducts. Over their length they taper down to the tiny opening to the urethra. Despite these openings' small size they have strong muscular sphincters, normally tightly closed."

"The ducts themselves are elastic, with graded resistance along their length, getting firmer the further down towards their outlets. They expand as pressure is transmitted from the vesicles, with expansion increasing in diameter and progressing downwards along the ducts as seminal pressure increases over time. Stretch-sensing nerves in the duct walls are more densely present in the lower portions of these ducts, within the prostate bulk and becoming most numerous just before the final outlet to the urethra. Right where the outlets from the Ampula merge with the ejaculatory ducts. An amusing point, to which we'll return later."

"It's fair to say that the male's perception of sexual urge is directly proportional to the extent of dilation of the seminal ducts. Via various paths, some neural and some chemical, these signals also stimulate reflexes such as blood vessel dilation causing erection, activity of the glands responsible for this fluid you see dribbling from Christopher's penis, and general behavioral aspects such as sexual excitability, arousal, and urges."

"Incidentally most boys perceive these urges as a feeling of 'fullness', though with no specific location. However this is completely a learned association, developed from a boy's observing that the non-specific sensation of sexual need is temporarily relieved by ejaculation, hence must be due to the internal presence of the fluid. Pubescent boys who have not yet ejaculated experience the urge as a diffuse nagging sensation, of no identifyable origin other than an association with erection, that they have no idea how to relieve. We'll return to this later too."

"At onset of puberty the vesicles and prostate are minimally developed, with far less than their potential adult capacity. To mature adequately, they must be stretched for long periods by retention of their own secretions. This process also results in the seminal ducts becoming strongly dilated by the pressure in the vesicles, and thus the penis becoming frequently erect. Which is beneficial too, as firm and prolonged stretching of the penis tissues assists penile size development."

"Both these growth processes are potentially active throughout adolescence, with development strongly correlated to overall history of seminal retention. By around age twenty the potential for further growth of the glands and penis tapers off, and the adult male's sexual attributes plateau."

"Of course from onset of puberty the glandular distension required for capacity gain is accompanied by increased tendency to erection, sexual arousal and an instinctive urge to ejaculate. This is why appropriate guidance and close supervision is essential at this stage in a boy's life. He has to be taught that adequate maturation of his reproductive organs is a process that unavoidably involves strong sensations and visible display of sexual arousal. He has to be reassured through day to day living example that shyness about his erections and unease over his perception of fullness are inappropriate."

"Critically, he must also develop an understanding that for his own benefit, to reach his maximum adult sexual potential, ejaculation has to be avoided as much as possible during these growing years. He must learn that although the natural sensations and urges he experiences are powerful, they do not signify an actual medical need to release the internal pressure. Rather they are evidence of his development progressing as it should, and he should be proud of the visible side effects such as persistent erections."

"The key point, and I cannot emphasize this enough, is that in fact, releases of pressure and the temporary gratification of his urges have a significant negative effect on his overall sexual development. Every pressure loss results in a lengthy interval during which there will be no seminal capacity gains, and also greatly reduced prevalence of erection so no size gain there either.

When those around him are accustomed to his prolonged erections while his pressure remains beneficially high, after every release his lack of erections will be obvious and seem unusual to them. The only reason that condition is so common and considered normal these days is that in male teenagers almost without exception..."

Here she pauses and glances at Christopher, her brow furrowed in critical examination. Then with a neutral expression she continues.

"Actually in my extensive professional experience, absolutely without exception, pubescent males left to their own devices always practice regular masturbation to relieve their urges. Without a counteracting influence the male urges are powerful enough to guarantee it. Especially since even if masturbation does not initially occur, the male plumbing will eventually fill with secretions to the point of sensitivity where spontaneous ejaculation occurs without any deliberate stimulation of the erection."

"A boy's first ejaculation has a strong effect on him. He learns that it's very pleasurable, and also afterwards the mysterious strong nagging urge he'd been experiencing is relieved, at least temporarily. But most importantly he learns to associate those urges with the internal accumulation of the fluid he sees being expelled. He becomes convinced the urge signals an actual requirement to expell the fluid. A belief reinforced by the very pleasurable action of ejaculation. After which, secretive experimentation with later erections quickly leads to habituation to frequent furtive ejaculations."

"In fact, this is an evolutionary survival of the species effect, familiar to evolutionary psychologists. The male sexual system acts to condition the young male mind to the habit of frequently spreading his seed. In the early days of the human species, before social structures developed, the effect would be to maximize reproductive frequency. Starting at puberty in both sexes."

She laughs lightly. "Ha ha, fortunately we've advanced somewhat since then. Now the race survives just fine without endless teenage pregnancies. What was once good for the species, would be decidedly harmful for the individual in today's society. These days girls are freed from childbearing until they decide they want a family. Society protects them, or at least does its best to. But... you may not have considered that boys are still captive to a very disadvantageous side effect of the old species survival mechanisms. Something we could protect them from, but in general don't. Society leaves boys to deal with their urges on their own. Through ignorance really, both theirs and ours. The result will leave them sexually handicapped for life."

Mrs Wilson pauses again, looking around at the ladies in the room. There's puzzlement in the air. "That is not an exageration. I will explain, but first let me emphasise this is not hypothetical, or something that applies to 'other families'.

I know you were all invited here tonight by Janet because you have teenage sons of various ages, and all have at least some suspicions that your sons are engaging in furtive masturbation. I'm sorry to inform you that your suspicions, statistically speaking, are certainly correct. Unless you notice with your son a very frequent tendency to persistent erection as we see here with Christopher, a teenage male with normal physical development is certain to be deliberately ejaculating regularly. Typically several times a week, and quite likely multiple times a day."

There's a collective intake of breath among the guests. Sophie actually gives a short shriek of shock, then turns to Lily and Cindy, who all start whispering excitedly to each other. They then realise they are the only ones in the room making a sound, and fall silent with embarrassed looks.

Mrs Wilson waits till the room is settled again. "As I was saying, in my experience teenage boys left to themselves invariably indulge in frequent masturbation. Quite apart from moral and religious objections to masturbation, for parents to allow this is verging on irresponsible neglect, since the result is greatly diminished development of sexual capacity by the time the youth reaches adulthood. Penis size will be smaller than it could have been, and ejaculate volume will be far less."

"Both differences are functionally significant — it is considered normal for a young adult male to produce around 5 to 10 milliliters of semen per ejaculation. However this 'normal' is the result of near universal frequent seminal release by masturbation during the entire interval from puberty to adulthood. In contrast our studies find that for an adult male who has benefitted from properly managed abstinence during his teenage years, typical ejaculate volume can be five, even up to ten times that, after a suitable accumulation interval."

"Of course the enhanced volume involves a proportionally extended duration of ejaculation, since the volume per contraction is mostly determined by geometry of the lower ejaculatory ducts. Each contraction ejects only the fluids already in the ducts within the prostate muscular sheath when the contraction began. In fact with reduced 'duct stretch wear' from well regulated teen years without masturbation, the result is a lowered volume and increased velocity of each ejaculate pulse, relative to frequent masturbator normal. These effects combined can result in male orgasm lasting far longer than the few seconds that is today widely considered normal. Up to twenty seconds duration is commonly seen. With, by the way, virtually indefinite extension possible using a simple technique I'll be demonstrating tonight."

"Erection size distribution in our study has been found around 20% to 35% larger ultimately in our managed group, who had frequent, protracted, naturally occurring strong erections most days during the five years of the study, compared to a control group who were permitted masturbation at their discretion. This study was just completed last year, with 132 youths in the managed group and 153 controls, all of whom participated from age 12 to 17, with 24/7 instrumented monitoring under parental participation."

"Incidentally, the raw instrument data is available, including from the group permitted to masturbate, as a demonstration of typical teenage male habits. Monitoring was via a small chip implanted in the perineum under brief anesthesia, of which all control group subjects were unaware. Nor did they know they were being monitored. Thus the masturbators group data is considered an accurate representation of average teen secretive practices. Ha ha, we had those parents sign agreements to not interfere or even reveal their awareness to their teens during the study. They did not even have access to the study data until completion, to avoid potential unintentional behavioral influence. After the study completed and parents received the data, there were some boys with red faces, I can assure you!"

The room fills with giggles, and comments like "red bottoms too!" As it quietens down Mrs Wilson sets them straight. "No no! Many parents wanted to begin with punishments, but we counselled them to be more constructive, and simply act with compassion to the situation. In most cases that worked out for the best. The chips were left in place and parents were given live access to the chip data, so that helped. We're pleased that on completion of the original study, 116 of the managed teens and 48 of the control group signed up for a new managed group until age 21. In this set both parents and test subjects agreed to continue participation. Of the control group, 73 of the parent couples agreed to have their sons continue, still unawares. Of course all identity information is removed from the published datasets."

"As for qualitative effects of managed teen abstinence, the male's perception of ejaculatory pleasure is greatly enhanced due to stronger sensations, both in the ejaculation itself, and the relief of need accumulated over intervals regulated by his partner, in the manner he became accustomed to during properly managed sexual development in his teenage years."

"Yet another consequence of stunted seminal capacity is an extended refractory interval, as explained in the brochure. The primary cause of male refractory interval is the absense of sufficient seminal pressure to re-dilate the ejaculatory ducts, which in a collapsed state do not provide nerve signals that are effectively 'ready' flags to the rest of the sexual system. Where the seminal vesicles are underdeveloped, their convoluted structures are narrow and low capacity. A single ejaculation can so completely empty the lower reaches of the vesicles that it takes an unfortunately long time for more of the viscous seminal fluid to seep down through the convolutions and inflate the ejaculatory ducts sufficiently to permit arousal.

Of course, with improved capacity of the vesicles, including opening up of their chambers by stretching, there is both faster reflow after ejaculation, and greater quantity. This greatly shortens male refractory delay, and in many cases virtually eliminates it.
All of these factors together add up to very significant gains in sexual enjoyment for females as well as males in adult married couples."

"There's a further more subtle psychological effect too. A boy who habitually achieves his own gratification in private, will tend to grow into a man with little concern for the needs of his partner. In his mind it's all about his relief, with the woman being a means to an end. In the worst cases the woman's body is viewed as merely a replacement for the male's own hand. Albeit one with extra erotic inspiration for his imagination!"

She pauses again. The room is silent, but from the ladies' expressions one would expect to hear teeth grinding and thunder rumblings.

Mrs Wilson smiles as she changes to a more positive tone. "I'm sure none of you want your sons to turn out like that. Fortunately it's relatively easily avoided, with a simple ten-step program as outlined in the pamphlets I've given out. It's called 'ready-nomast' for short. There are two phases, the first of which 'ready' you can carry out more or less immediately. The second 'nomast' extends over the rest of his teenage years."

She holds up one of the pamphlets, open to a page with diagrams. "If you'll turn to figure 7 please. Page 10."

"The first thing to do is the 'reveal' - catch him masturbating. I'm sure you all have a fair idea of when he's doing it. For his sake you have to stop putting this off. It's shirking your parental duty to avoid this, and there's no reason at all to feel awkward or squeemish about taking charge. If it's happening behind a locked door, you'll just have to remove his ability to lock the door. Doesn't matter what reason you give, so long as one day soon you can simply walk in suddenly with no warning. If possible, for best effect you should time your appearance to the moment when he begins ejaculating, as at this point he won't be able to cover up and pretend he wasn't doing anything."

"Once begun, the ejaculation reflex almost invariably continues to completion, so your sudden appearance while he is in the throes, and unable to stop or pretend he isn't ejaculating, will produce the most dramatic impact. In the brochure it says 'at commit-onset', which refers to the moment just before actual spurting begins, but the ejaculation reflex has become inevitable. The NoMast advice is being a bit optimistic there, as it's a difficult timing to judge. But if you can pull it off this definitely is the best. That moment can be from near instantaneous, to as much as two or three seconds before in most individuals."

"Actually, if you have opportunity to study him unawares during his sessions for some time before you choose to act, you should develop a feel for when he is about to ejaculate. During this impending state the male is particularly focussed on the sexual process, aware that his ejaculation cannot be avoided, aware of his surroundings too, but quite unable to respond to them. He'll be fully aware that he is about to begin spurting as you watch, and there's nothing he can do about it. If you wish, you may time your entry in this moment for absolute maximum effect. Also, you'll see the first squirt directly."

"If you like, use a camera or video. You're his parent, under today's law you have the right to record such moments. If you can manage it, take the photos while he's unaware of you and repeat for all his sessions over a few days to a couple of weeks, to solidly establish just how often he does it. If you wish to have complete visual records, install small hidden video cameras in places he thinks are private. These should never be revealed, as they will be invaluable for long term verification of compliance with the program."

"Another monitoring option we recommend, is the implanted perineum chip I mentioned before. It's been approved for public use for several years, and we had excellent results in the study. No problems, no downtime. With some induction loops around the house for readback and keeping the internal battery charged, you get full real-time logging of erections, masturbation and ejaculations by any means including wet dreams. This is very useful even after he is fitted with a seminal regulation insert a little further into the program."

There's a sudden murmur of curiosity around the room.

"Ah yes. Patience, we'll get to that. Later tonight we should have time for a demonstration. Anyway... when you expose his masturbaton, it's important that you set the new relationship on a solid foundation of concerned parental authority. Don't show anger, only understanding but wise concern for his wellbeing. Demonstrate you are aware of exactly what he was doing, and why, and that you will be taking charge of his sexual activities from now on."

"Next you must educate him, in the self-harm consequences of what he is doing. You'll find the center pull-out page of the pamphlet designed for this. You can just give it to him to read, but it's much better if you read it to him. There's a quiz at the end, make him listen to the facts until he can give correct answers to all the questions."

"Once you have established that you are serious, you know about his habit, and he's been made aware that he has to stop and why, you must have him admit to you how often he has been habitually masturbating. For this it's helpful if you actually know the answer for sure, hence the recommendation for a solid photo or video record. This is the 'Admission' step, which is very important. It establishes a foundation for all later steps. There's a sample questionaire included, of things you should make him answer truthfully. Ideally he should provide the answers in writing, so there's no question later of what he admitted."

"It's also good to reinforce his understanding of your serious intent and authority, by making him perform practical demonstrations of his masturbation technique. All of them if there are more than one. This doesn't strictly have to be confined to the Admissions step, but can be used as appropriate to monitor his acceptance of your authority. He may initially refuse, but his determination won't survive more than a week or two of closely supervised retention."

"A crucial point to remember is that it's absolutely your choice whether he is allowed to finish in any instance. At this stage while he is still allowed relatively frequent ejaculations, permission to squirt can be a persuasive tool. You should get him accustomed to performance under supervision. Train him to be capable of extended edging, with no certainty of permission during any given session, but permission to squirt at all being absolutely dependent on his following instructions well and in good temper. Even when you deny him relief repeatedly, he must accept this and know he will not receive permission in the forseeable future if he complains."

She pauses, glancing around her audience. Then raising one finger in a 'just a moment' gesture asks... "I'd like a show of hands. Who here knows what edging means?"

About two thirds of the women in the room raise a hand, including Cindy. And Terry too. Sophie looks at her friend with a question, and Cindy whispers loudly "I'll explain later."

"Good. For those who didn't know, it means bringing someone close to the point of orgasm, and either holding them there or repeatedly bringing them to that point without allowing orgasm. Now, who knows why this is particularly intense for men, and why they make up stories about 'blue balls' and such, to try to obtain relief after being edged?"

This time no hands go up.

"I'm assuming you all remember me explaining that testicles have nothing to do with building sexual urge in the male. And that's right. Yet a male who has been brought close to orgasm then no further, does experience a greatly heightened urge to ejaculate. So intense they often claim it's painful. Of course it isn't, it's just a raised level of sexual urge. But what's the cause?"

"Remember a while ago I mentioned that the lowest ends of the ejaculatory ducts have the most stretch-sensing nerves? And that the Ampula which store actual sperm suspended in a fluid, join up with the lower ejaculatory ducts around this point? Well, as part of the programmed 'mix and squirt' process, shortly before ejaculation occurs, the ampula contract and inject some of their fluid into the lower ejaculatory ducts. This is like loading a bullet into the breech of a gun — the bullet is going to be the first thing to emerge. Same with that little volume of sperm, it's going to get squirted out at the head of the first pulse of seminal fluid, mixed with prostatic fluid."

"Except... if orgasm then doesn't happen, now the lowest, most sensitive sections of both ejaculatory ducts are left stetched out with a significant gob of quite viscous fluid. The openings from the Ampula are closed and the fluid can't go back. The duct outlets to the urethra are closed so the fluid can't get out that way... those suddenly full little ducts are sending lots of intense nerve signals to the male's sexual centers, demanding he fulfill his evolved function, and ejaculate, preferably into a receptive female."

It's remarkably like clockwork, isn't it? This plumbing has the effect that shortly before he cums, the male experiences a suddenly greatly intensified urge to cum. I suppose you could consider it an evolved insurance that males don't suddenly stop and lose interest just before doing their important job. Like they do with many other chores.

Anyway, the condition is not 'blue balls.' A more accurate name would be 'swollen tiny little tubes.' Same effect, except it has an advantage for the purpose of growing male seminal capacity. Because that extra fluid does slowly ooze up the ejaculatory ducts into the also swollen but less sensitive upper duct sections and seminal vesicles. It's only a small additional volume, but every little bit helps stretch those vesicles. Also the Ampula replenishes its content, and this can be done several times a day. Another benefit is that while he's feeling exceptionally urgent due to the most sensitive parts of his ducts being swollen, his erection will be maintaining a very good internal pressure. It all helps, and the sensation of frustrated sexual urge won't do him any harm."

"Explain to him that like any form of exercise there's 'no gain without pain.' His heightened urgency to ejaculate is a consequence of capacity increase, and so the visible signs of that urge are a measure of progress. The more the better and it's all good for his development. In any case as the female in charge of his exercising it's your decision when he's permitted to cum, not his, and you will be edging him as often as convenient in your daily lives. Make it absolutely clear to him this will be a non-optional daily routine, regardless of how much he whines about it being frustrating and not what he wants. In fact you should encourage him to be open and expressive about his sensations, since his behavior serves as useful secondary measure in addition to direct displays such as erection rigidity and pre-cum production."

She laughs lightly. "Ha ha, there's no need to take all this too seriously. The objective is to routinely exercise him to near orgasm, adding extra volume to his vesicles while avoiding any seminal loss from ejaculation. In general it's unavoidable to find the proceedure exciting yourself, since after all there are the natural responses to these kinds of situations. Keep in mind that you are working to benefit your son's future sexual potential and marriage eligibility. There's no reason to feel awkward about it, or guilty for enjoying the process. In particular most women will find a daily routine of stimulating a male to near orgasm then denying him the relief he desires, both erotic and empowering. This is natural, don't feel inhibited or bad about this. Consider it a reward for your efforts."

"He should also become accustomed to accepting the authority of females in general, not just his mother. The typical progression is to first have him supervised by older adult female relatives and friends, then girls closer to or at his own age, and finally by girls younger than him and even pre-teen. Teenage boys always find this the most difficult to accept, and so it serves as an excellent gauge of his gender authority role models having reached maturity. He has to accept that as a teenage male his sexual functions must be regulated by females for his own good, and also that the age of the females involved does not matter. The only significant requirements are that she is not at all influenced by his male instinctive urge to drain his semen frequently, while she is motivated to see to it that he is sexually exercised often, to maintain extended high-pressure erection durations and stimulate rate of seminal fluids accumulation, thus aiding capacity growth of the glands."

"This phase can typically run for weeks, months, or even a year or two. It's your choice when you are satisfied with his cooperation and attitude. Recall that you have been training him using permission to ejaculate sometimes as a reward for good performance. However even if perhaps as infrequent as once a month, these seminal losses are setbacks to his glandular capacity development. He will also likely be having wet dreams and spontaneous emissions, further stunting his capacity development. It eventually becomes time to shift emphasis to his capacity growth."

"This is where you announce 'Deny', which means what it says. From that point on he's forbidden to masturbate to orgasm, ever. He'll initially assume you are not serious, and he'll still be able to sneak away and jerk himself off sometimes. It's up to you to correct that misconception, by doing whatever it takes. Delegate more responsibility to other women or daughters in your household if you haven't already. You can also talk to his school, under the recent education code extensions, to have him placed on their 'no alone time' list. This means supervised toilet visits, and so on. If he proves incorrigible and disobedient but you didn't yet have him fitted with a perineum chip, do so at this time."

"Incidentally his school will likely have the pickup loops already installed for monitoring all students with a chip. The government initiative supporting rollout of the READY-NOMAST program in schools has been generously funded since last year, though mentions in the media are strongly discouraged. Each school's chip log records are made accessible online to parents of all students enrolled at that school, via a phone App. The male student participation by age 16 is projected to reach 30% by end of next year, and we are hoping to reach an 85% threshold within five years."

"At this stage he is no longer permitted to masturbate to ejaculation, he is never given permission to ejaculate for any reason, and he is explicitly instructed to avoid ejaculation. However about objectives, there's an important distinction to remember. As his parent you know that given male physiology, he will still ejaculate at times. Even if he's constantly supervised and there is no possibility he can masturbate, or he has a chip and is certain to be punished if he does masturbate, there will still be wet dreams, spontaneous emissions, and failures of self control during his regular sexual exercising. It's not actually possible for most boys to avoid all ejaculation, so what is the purpose of demanding he does stop?"

She pauses with her head tilted, waiting for someone to answer. There's not a peep, no one wants to try to answer. She's not surprised and continues quickly.

"It's to set the scene for the next step of the program. It's best if he perceives these events as reactions to his own faults."

"You should be reminding him of the requirement of maximizing erection size growth and internal capacity gain by continuous seminal retention and the resulting pressure effects, especially prolonged high quality erection. Emphasize the need for continuity to achieve good results. Ensure he understands the importance of this in his few teen years, and how his lapses are not acceptable. When these keep happening, explain to him that if he cannot control himself, then further steps will have to be taken."

"By this time you (and other females participating in his sexual management) should have acquired a keen instinct for his level of fullness and urgency at any time, and be able to judge quite accurately when any little kind of sexual stimulation will cause him to have a failure of control. These stimulations don't even need to be physical, as the horny male is reponsive to virtually anything even faintly sexually suggestive."

"Consequently, you all should be able to contrive situations in which his 'unexpected' spontaneous ejaculations occur in the most embarresing possible circumstances. The details are up to you, but there's no reason to skimp on creativity or stage management for maximum spectacle and entertainment value for your friends and ha ha, accomplices in these endeavours. And no reason not to ensure there are photos and videos. These can be particularly useful in discussions with him about the need for further steps."

"The intention of all this, is for him to accept that he is failing to live up to expectations, something will have to be done, and you are willing to take serious measures. Because otherwise, even with his greatly improved obedience, he might baulk at your next step. That you should announce right after another of his accidents that was particularly outrageous."

"Studies have demonstrated nudity has several positive benefits to male teenage attitude. It further establishes your authority, and combats his perception of male privilege and right to privacy. As punishment for his recent unpermitted messes, and to help him keep himself under control, you should announce that he must be completely naked at all times while home. As you are all no doubt aware, and from seeing Christopher here, parentally supervised nudity of minors and dependents is now permitted by statute in the home and private property, up to age 21. There's talk of extending this to public places in the not too distant future too."

"Another actual purpose of his nudity, is so his body's responses to the recently extended state of abstinence can be clearly and conveniently observed, and his further ejaculatory accidents even more embarrassing for him. You can obtain log books from the Institute for a small payment to cover printing costs. If you are not using an implanted chip with the logging software these aid making accurate notes of his erection times and durations, factors such as whether there was any initiating circumstance, pre-cum production as with Christopher here still..."

She turns to Christopher, who has been standing quietly beside her, head lowered and avoiding looking at the adults in the room. He seems fully occupied, listening to the music only he can hear from eartubes. Casually grasping his erection in one hand, she runs a finger of her other hand upwards under the head, catching a dolop of the clear viscous fluid on her fingertip. Turning back to her audience she holds the finger up where everyone can see it clearly. Bringing her thumb and finger together she then draws them apart, resulting in a string of the sticky liquid between them.

"It's called 'pre-cum', but actually it does not signal that ejaculation will definitely soon occur. Only that the male body is highly aroused and desires intercourse. In the absense of direct sexual stimulation, it's merely an indicator of a healthy, beneficially high seminal pressure. If it's high enough to induce arousal on its own, it will also be promoting useful capacity development. The pressure's side effects are frequent arousal and a strong urge to ejaculate, and so the boy should be closely supervised. It can also be a warning sign of risk of spontaneous ejaculation. Keeping a diary of times and amounts of pre-cum production will help you develop a keen sense of your teen-boy's sexual state, and his progress with the program. This will be especially useful if you choose to include a no-implant training phase, in which nocturnal and spontaneous daytime emissions are brought under control by conditioning, rather than simply fitting a seminal regulation insert. This path can be more interesting, though ultimately the unaided male body is unable to permanently retain without any unscheduled losses."

She glances at Christopher again, with a slight frown. "It's curious that Christopher was having erections and making pre-cum from his first day here, if he had ejaculated not long before. Normally I'd expect a boy who was consistently abstaining to have developed enough capacity for such effects to take longer to appear so soon after an emission."

She turns back to the room, resuming the practiced flow of her presentation. "As I've explained, a careful and informed supervision of young males is essential for their healthy sexual development. Unfortunately, in our society such tutoring is usually neglected, due in part to a lack of awareness among parents of the need for it. Because they do not know the crippling consequences of leaving boys to develop bad habits in secret. It is extremely rare for a boy to decide on his own, like Christopher here, that he will avoid masturbation. Almost non-existent... Virtually all boys will become habitual masturbators, bringing themselves to ejaculate as often as possible, typically once or twice a day, often several times a day. In general as frequently as their situation allows sufficient privacy."

"By preventing any significant long term accumulation of pressure, masturbating boys stunt their sexual growth. Glandular capacity increases only slightly if at all from the small volume initially present at onset of puberty. Erections do occur, but are usually brief due to being terminated by masturbation to ejaculation. The protracted intense erections induced by a high degree of seminal fullness are absent, hence penile development is stunted."

"In some cases of chronic masturbation, accumulation is rarely even for more than a few hours. In such cases glandular holding capacity can actually attrophy, becoming very small. Frictional inflamation of the penis can damage the blood supply, slowly reduce erection size, and desensitize, ultimately leading to erectile dysfunction. Secretion rates tend to remain normal or high though, with the result that even brief abstinence results in rapid pressure buildup and of course, strong sexual urges. This kind of masturbation addiction is self-reinforcing and needs particularly firm measures to rectify."

"On the other hand, there are outstanding lifelong benefits to prolonged seminal retention during teenage years. With the stretching exercise of accumulation, the seminal vesicles in particular develop far greater capacity than they would from never being required to hold much at all. The result is not just greatly enhanced volume per ejaculation, but also near complete elimination of the male refractory period since the enlarged, highly convoluted and elastic vesicles are able to re-dilate the ejaculatory duct immediately after an ejaculation. An adult male with well developed vesicles volume typically does not experience a diminishment in responsiveness until after three of four orgasms with ejaculation in succession."

"An adult male who as a teenager completed the full READY-NOMAST program can be permitted several orgasms per week, without ever losing his ability to erect on command and remain hard through extended utilization by his partner. When not permitted ejaculation for some time, especially once pressure reaches natural safety valve seepage levels, performance, enthusiasm and acceptance of verbal command-regulated orgasm delay leave absolutely nothing to be desired by his partner. When allowed to release, his ejaculate volume, vigor and duration are spectacular, with his near-helpless prolonged possession by the sexual reflexes highly erotic to observe or intimately enjoy. He will also exhibit a deep gratitude for the opportunity to release. I'm sure I hardly need to explain the value of these results to you ladies."

"You may wonder, with continual secretion and limited rate of capacity expansion in the glands, if there's some risk of causing harm by preventing any kind of emissions for extended lengths of time? Not at all, there's zero potential for harm. The various gland outlets and sphincters are able to hold against considerable pressure unless relaxing during orgasm, however do act as pressure safety valves by seepage well before any gland walls could become over-stretched. Also when approaching such pressures the teenage glands are capable of major volume increase, allowing accumulation of typical secretion rates for months at a time."

"I should also mention that besides the READY-NOMAST programme, other protocols exist that can be carried out under qualified medical supervision, by which truly remarkable capacity, stamina, genital physique and optimized male adult sexual behaviour can be achieved."

"Which brings us back to Christopher here. The first six steps of the program are detailed in the pamphlet, but number seven, 'Measure' involves a few simple techniques that are best taught in a practical hands-on demonstration. What must be measured is total seminal volume, in order to chart it over time. It's essential to know what is going on with this, for instance to verify that no emissions are occuring other than those permitted in the schedule. Trust but verify."

"The difficulty is that with natural ejaculation, only a portion of the total vesicles content is expelled. This is due to the convoluted structure of the vesicles, high viscosity of the unmixed vessicle fluid, and brevity of the male orgasm. But what needs to be measured is total fluid volume, or as close to it as possible."

"For this reason we use a method known as 'milking'. A milking can be continued for as long as required to extract virtually all of the vesicles' content. There are several methods, but the simplest manual form involves applying stroking pressure along the ejaculatory ducts, squeezing their fluid content down and out into the urethra. I mentioned these ducts join the urethra within the prostate, below the bladder. Also that all these structures are located within the lower pelvic area, and inaccessible to the male himself. So how can they be 'stroked', do you think?"

Another pause, waiting for someone to answer. About half of her audience look blank, others seem to be considering answering but feeling awkward about it.

She gives up waiting, laughing. "Ha ha, no need to be squeamish. I didn't clean out Christopher's rear for nothing. It so happens that the urethra and prostate are located right next to the lower bowel. At the front side, conveniently within a finger-length of the sphincter. Which... ha ha, I don't know if you've ever tried to reach that area within your own body, but actually it's quite a contortion. If a boy tries to reach it himself, it's barely possible, and then only very awkwardly. But for another person, able to orient their hand correctly with access from the rear, it's easy as pie."

"So, the whole prostate can be reached, allowing that stroking motion I mentioned. After each stroke more seminal fluid flows down into the ducts from the vesicles, to be expelled by the next stroke. The emissions during milking are captured and once no more can be milked out this shows the vesicles have been emptied. The produced volume is measured, giving total vesicle content. This is informative, for instance even one milking tells us much about the boy's recent uh..."

She pauses, glancing at Christopher. He appears to be zoned out, head turned to one side and down like he's fascinated by the carpet pattern, or the music in his earbuds. He doesn't seem to notice he's being looked at. His erection has softened somewhat, but still curves out thickly a bit below horizontal. Mrs Wilson continues, choosing her words carefully.

"His recent... hmmm, volume history. If performed at regular intervals, this measurement absolutely reveals whether the boy is..."

Here she makes a quick masturbation gesture with her hand out of Christopher's view, and continues.

"As well as how often, and when."

"The milking proceedure can be carried out at home with no equipment, but in its simplest form has the obvious drawback of draining seminal pressure to zero, and thus setting back his glandular development schedule by weeks each time it is performed. To remedy this, the Institute has developed a small low cost appliance, that can be used in the home by anyone after some instruction. We'll be using this later tonight. But first, the standard milking proceedure."

She reaches over and presses the button on Christopher's music player. "Christopher... Christopher, pay attention please. Climb back up onto the coffee table like before." As Mrs Wilson continues her talk he gets into position, tardily and only after glancing at Mrs Harper and getting a stern look in return. The mixing bowl is still there, placed to sit between his knees. He has mixed feelings about that bowl and its implications. The woman Mrs Wilson has been talking for a long time about something. He quite likes the music. It seems restful and he'd almost forgotten where he was.

"Now as I've mentioned, the seminal duct walls contain many nerves sensitive to dilation of the ducts, and these connect directly to multiple components of the male sexual neural structures in the spine and brain. In general, signals from these stimulate all aspects of sexual response. With gradually increasing dilation as seminal fluids accumulate the result is increasing overall excitability and responsiveness to any kind of sexual stimuli, including the boy's own imaginings. On the other hand, when the ducts are directly manipulated these nerves are stimulated to signal as if the ducts were being suddenly filled or stretched very strongly."

"Putting this another way, males experience manipulation of the prostate and ejaculatory ducts area as highly sexually stimulating. And I mean directly stimulating of responses. The neural processes involved are hard wired with very little input from the conscious mind, so are completely automatic and cannot be stopped or overridden by the boy's conscious control. Effectively, the person doing the manipulation is in complete control of the patient's sexual responses. By varying the intensity and rate of manipulation, they can achieve and maintain whatever degree of patient arousal and sexual reflex they choose."

She pats Christopher lightly on the bum, smilling to the group. "As we'll see. Ha ha ha... in the bad old days of widespread suppression of sexual reality, medical texts referred to these ducts as being 'exquisitely sensitive to touch, particularly when filled with excretions' and left it at that, as if saying more would be unprofessional or something. An attitude that resulted in generations of males and their partners suffering severely stunted male sexual development, which wasn't funny at all."

"Fortunately those days are past. We now have detailed practical and theoretical understanding of exactly what sensual effects result from touching this area in various ways. Even more usefully, performing various manipulations there achieves complete control of the movement of seminal fluid in the ducts. The milking downwards stroking action extracts fluid. A similar stroking but upwards will empty the most sensitive lower ducts, forcing fluid back up into the seminal vessicles. If contractions of the prostate muscular sheath due to orgasm are attempting to expell fluid from the ducts, applying firm fingertip point pressure to the ducts will block the movement of fluid along them. Sufficient manual pressure can easily be applied to completely block fluid flow resulting from contractions of the prostate muscular sheath, so ejaculation of seminal fluid can be prevented if required. In this case, the precise location at which pressure is applied makes a great difference to the sensory effect perceived by the patient, and progress of the orgasm. I will be demonstrating all these effects, including a method recommended for regular toning of the ejaculatory muscles without wastage of seminal fluid."

"Also, you probably expect that this will be a one shot demonstration, that you will only watch. Well, no, we'll be able to repeat the full process as required. I anticipate that most of you who wish to learn will have an opportunity to try it for yourself."

"Actually, that's why we'll need the bowl, which will be catching his output in later demonstrations. But for this first demonstration we need an actual measurement and I'll be using something more precise."
She opens her bag again, pulling out an elongated cardboard box. Opening that she holds up a clear glass measuring cylinder. It's about 25cm long by 6cm diameter, except for a narrower portion at the base, which is graduated along the side. She looks around the room, considering. "Oh Cindy, could you help me with this please?"

Cindy certainly wasn't going to say no. With a serious expression she stepps forward from among the audience and is guided by Mrs Wilson to kneel down on Christopher's other side from Mrs Wilson. Handing Cindy the measuring cylinder, she instructs the girl. "Just slide the open end up over Christopher's erection, all the way up to lightly press against his pubis. Hmm... it's a fairly close fit especially at his large glans bulge, isn't it. Interesting that his foreskin remains covering the glans when he's erect, and I suppose that increases the diameter somewhat. Well, that's useful since it means there won't be stimulation from his glans rubbing on the glass."

"Now, I want you to try to hold it stationary on his erection, to minimize friction. The main point is to catch everything that comes out. Also hold it vertical, and turn the gradations to his rear so people in the room have a clear view. OK, that's good. You can rest your elbows on the table. We need to keep that over him from the start, since it can be difficult to judge responses and pressure points initially with a new patient."

As she's talking she is putting on a new pair of latex gloves. Cindy's friends Lily and Sophie had been left behind in the group when Cindy came forward, and now have worked themselves up to following their friend, looking uncertain if they'll be allowed. Terry joined them, confidently, so the three end up sitting crosslegged beside Cindy, within arms length of Christopher. Mrs Wilson simply glances at them, then looks to Mrs Harper, who rolls her eyes and shrugs. They get to stay.

Picking up the lubricant applicator, Mrs Wilson repeats her previous preparation of Christopher's sphincter. This time she presses the metal ball and shaft deeply into the boy, while squeezing out a liberal amount of the slick jelly before pulling out the applicator. She reaches over and briefly pulls out one of his earbuds. "Hold still Christopher, I know it's a little cold but you'll be glad of it I assure you."

She turns back to her audience. "In the normal home situation, gloves are not reqired so long as the hands are clean and free of sharp points, and the bowel has been cleaned. Fingernails must be short and sanded smooth. If this is a problem for you, then you must either wear protective gloves for the boy's safety, or delegate the proceedure to someone with safe fingernails. I'm sure you all took note of the invitation details, but we will all wear gloves for this tutorial. Now..." She holds up her hand with the first and middle finger together, the others splayed wide. "The proceedure is best with at least two fingers. Some prefer to use these two.." she switches to the middle and ring fingers held together. "Or these two. It doesn't matter, whichever you find comfortable. Turn to page 9, you'll find diagrams of the finger motions. I'll begin with the basic extraction stroking motion."

She slides two fingers easily into Christopher's bum, as far as possible.

"Ah, there we are, mister prostate. It's a firm spongy mass in the forward wall of the anus, a few inches in. I... yes, I can just feel the lower seminal ducts too, which are... noticeably dilated. It's rather a pity that the seminal vesicles are too high up to reach with the fingers. If they were reachable this would be easier."

Christopher has tensed up, and begins squirming. He'd been aghast at being in this horrible position, with his bottom pointing at a room full of adult women. The tube thing slid onto his erection by Cindy had distracted him since the tube touched his penis lightly in many places. The feeling of his shaft teasingly enveloped by the smooth glass, together with how badly he needed relief made him struggle to hold still. He didn't want to start humping the tube in front of all these people. Worst of all, with Cindy holding it. Then the cyclinder began moving up and down ever so slightly... at first he thought he was doing it, but then no... Cindy was doing it, deliberately, too little for anyone to notice.

That was when the applicator slid deeply into his rear. He could feel the cool gel oozing into him deep inside. He'd just begun to squirm due to the slight movements of the tube on his erection, and the feelings that was producing, when Mrs Harper told him sharply to hold still. He tried... but the tube was still stroking him teasingly. Impossible to ignore, and then suddenly something very large slid slickly into his rear.

Fingers! He bucked his hips but felt a firm hand press down on his rear, steadying him. Just as he was about to try struggling harder, an astonishing sensation flooded his senses. It felt like being stroked right there, right where his need to cum lived. He hadn't even known where that was, but now there were fingers pressing that. Purely by reflex his head lifted, mouth open, as a long moan sighed out and his body pushed back onto those fingers. He looks back over his shoulder at Mrs Wilson, and sees her talking again. As before he can't hear her over the music.

"There, that's just a light circling rub on the prostate. The spot is very sexually sensitive as you can see from his reaction. Notice how quickly his penis returns to full erection. Simply continuing this kind of light stroking would bring him to orgasm quite quickly, and later we'll demonstrate that. Now, watch his penis. I'm about to reach up as far as I can, to a little above the prostate, where the seminal ducts are dilated with fluid, and then stroke downwards while pressing firmly. This will also be highly erogenous to him, but I'll repeat the stroke only a few times quickly, then stop. OK... now."

Her hand pushes hard into his bum, reaching fingers inside as far as possible. Then she holds there, with only the tendons on the back of her hand showing motion. Christopher lets out a loud, drawn out groan of pleasure. Almost immediately a thick dribble of white semen begins flowing from the tip of his swollen organ inside the glass tube. More keeps flowing out in a continuous stream. Christopher shudders and gasps, and his hips start undulating, thrusting his erection in the glass tube. It's incredibly frustrating; he feels right on the edge of orgasm but the strangeness of the woman's fingers in his rear and the very faint rubbing of his erection against the glass, seem to be keeping him just short of it. It doesn't help that Mrs Wilson is stopping and starting her finger movements in an irregular, unpredictable pattern. His hip thrusting grows stronger.

[SLAP!] There's a loud clapping sound and simultaneously his left buttock bursts into stinging fire while Mrs Wilson scolds him. Again she pulls out an earbud. "Christopher, I do insist you hold still. You'll get a spank every time you act up. Stay still!"

She looks back to her audience. "Curious. With each swipe I'm seeing a fair volume, which tells me his ducts are highly swollen. So his sense of urgency is near the high end of the scale. But this shouldn't really be the case for a 14 year old boy accustomed to long intervals between spontaneous emissions only. He should have developed holding capacity to be comfortable for more than two weeks. But this is only 13 days... Hmm... and he's very close to orgasm, jusging by the way he is clenching his sphincter on my fingers. He's so sensitive I've had to halt completely, see how the dribble is trailing off?"

She stays silent a little while, as Christopher struggles to stay still. He can't help clenching and unclenching his buttocks. There's still a long strand of while goo hanging from his foreskin shrouded tip in the glass tube, stuck to the side of the tube a little past his tip and running down the side to the small pool in the bottom. Cindy, her two girlfriends and Terry are staring wide eyed at the tube with its on-display dripping erection.

Eventually Christopher quietens down and is still. Mrs Wilson shrugs. "Well, I intended to demonstrate the process without orgasm, but he's very sensitive. I do need to get him empty, but if I have to keep stopping like this is will take all night. So the other alternative is to wear him out. It will also give me an opportunity to demonstrate the prostate blocking technique now rather than later. I believe you girls" She nods at Cindy's group "will find this quite entertaining. All right, I'm starting the massage again now, but a bit firmer and regular. Won't be long..."

She's right. As soon as she starts Christopher throws his head back, face grimacing in sexual overload. This time the sensation is far stronger than before. There's no question of whether he'll come now, it's like she's strapping rocket boosters to his special place and blasting it into orbit. Feels like. Head still back and eyes closed tight so he can't see the roomful of mothers watching him, he cries out "AAAaaaaauuunnnnNNNHHHHH! OOOWWWW..." He's never experienced such a violent onset of orgasm before! "UuuunnnNNNHHHHHH!" Oh god, it feels like he's exploding inside. Soooo intense. The third contraction hits, harder even than the others, almost painfully ecstaticly pleasurable. God! So much... "AAAAAAAAaaaaaauuuuuunnnnnNNNNHHHH!" His hips are thrusting again now with each contraction. They feel like his muscles are putting everything they can into it. Far more... "AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhh!" than he's ever experinced before. But... something's odd. It feels "AAAAAAAAAAHHhhhhhhhhhhhshhhhhhh..." it feels like... somehow... he isn't actually... "AAAAAAHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhh....oh god..." it should... diminish by now... "AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhffffffuuuuuu..." but it just stays the same. Or a bit stronger each.... "AAHHHHHHHHHffffffuuuuuuuuu.." He's stuggling in the flashes of brief lucidity between the waves to figure out what's happening. This is not normal... He can't.... "AAAAAAAAAAHHHhhhhffnnnnhhhhhHHH!

He's way too occupied to notice Mrs Wilson talking calmly to her audience again. "So as you can see, firm massage of the prostate can induce orgasm very quickly if you wish. However notice there is hardly any new semen being expelled? Mostly that strand still hanging there was from before. What I did was apply a brief, firm circular massage to the overall prostate body. This rapidly induced orgasm. At onset the gland can be felt beginning to tense up, as it's the muscular sheath around the prostate that does most of the work in ejaculation. As it clenches very firmly, it squeezes out some prostatic fluid from the bulk of the gland into the urethra, but mostly it gives the fluid-filled ejaculatory ducts where they enter the prostate a peristaltic squeeze, pushing the fluid downwards and ejecting it into the urethra."

She grins mischievously to the watching mothers. "Well, it would, if I wasn't now pressing continuously and firmly on the very point where those ducts enter the urethra. So none of that fluid can get out. What's happening is that the muscular contractions are forcing it down to the clamped ends of the ducts, swelling them powerfully. Those little things are very sensitive to stretch, most of the pleasure of male orgasm comes from those little tubes being stretched a little by ejaculate shooting through them, but now they are getting really worked over. So Christopher here is feeling something much more intense than usual."

"And guess what? Notice anything? Ha ha..." She asks the question of the mothers. Cindy and crew are obviously too gob-smacked to answer, and she knows they wouldn't get it anyway. Christopher is still being wracked with the spasms, crying out in pleasure-pain as each one hits, seeming to be paying no attention to anything else. He's quite loud, probably partly because he can't hear himself much.

Her audience don't have any suggestions either, for three more cycles of Christopher crying out. Then one lady hesitantly asks "Um... it's not stopping? That's... ah, about... oh 15 contractions and... he's not running down AT ALL?" She turns the ending into a sharply rising tone question, seeming to have trouble believing it.

Mrs Wilson laughs again. "Correct! Now for an adult with years of seminal volume development that could be happening even if he was ejaculating. But not for much longer. Meanwhile, Christopher here is still cumming hard after... what, 20? 25 contractions now? It's enough to make a girl jealous. Really. In fact I'm just going to keep pressing my fingers there and he'll keep on cumming for quite a while. Until either that prostate sheath gets exhausted, or he panics and his brain pulls the rug so to speak. Does anyone here understand why this is happening? Oh, and Cindy you can take that tube off his penis now that I'm certain I can hold the right spot. He's still dribbling pre-cum, and we don't want to count that volume. Plus leaving him bare for now will give people a better view. Notice how exceptionally swollen and hard that is, and how it jerks with each contraction. So many veins! I don't think... no, I've never seen a foreskin remain over the glans in such a state of arousal. It's quite unusual."

This time Mrs Harper answers, chirpily. "Oh, you should see his glans. Yes, he just keeps going! Is it, the uh, his ejaculation reflex just... keeps trying until the tubes are empty? But they're not emptying? It's very striking isn't it! I didn't know the male body... could do that." She glances at her children sitting just a few feet behind Christopher. They are both wrapped in the sight of Christopher's continuing synchronised hip thrusts and moaning cries. His penis really is getting very angrily red and veined, the head bulge now so big it had started to make a firmer sliding fit in the tube before Cindy removed it. Terry in particular looks like he's having a revelation.

"Yes, that's more or less right. The ejaculatory duct walls contain stretch-sensitive nerves. When the ducts are strongly filled but static those nerves are sending steady messages to the rest of the sexual system resulting in feeling horny, erections, etc. But those wall nerves are much more sensitive to dynamic stretch increases than to static pressure, so if any pressure increase occurs quickly, far stronger neural signals are produced. Sudden peaks in those nerve signals trigger wiring centers in the lower spine that drive the muscles surrounding this structure to contract. Sending pressure even higher.

Because of this feedback loop, once ejaculation begins it is a self-sustaining oscillation that continues for as long as there is seminal fluid pressure to refill the ducts in relaxation phase. Pressure of fresh fluid entering and re-expanding the ducts from the storage vesicles, stimulates stretch-sensitive nerves in the duct walls, which signal the muscles to pulse-contract again. When they relax again, if more fluid pushes in from the vesicles then the cycle repeats. It runs down like a clock running out of spring power, as the available pressure of viscous fluid escaping from the convoluted vesicles isn't enough to re-dilate the ducts rapidly enough to make the nerves signal the muscles... and so it stops. But with Chistopher and my fingers blocking his ejaculatory outlets, the pressure is the same each time. Every time the sheath muscles relax, the ducts get strongly expanded and the system goes back into contraction. Higher than normal pressure, fullness-sensation and resulting muscle contraction since the fluid can't go anywhere."

She pauses again, as Christopher clenches and wails a few more times.

"Also, the whole system is a critical survival of the species, must-work gadget, so if something is not happening right the body's reflex is to just try harder. That's why his erection has swollen up so much. It will be as hard as a brick I expect."

Another thoughtful pause, with Christopher's sex-overloaded grunting as background track.

"Christopher is 14, so his muscles may have lots of stamina. In fact, this was another reason I demonstrated this. If he rarely ejaculated, then his prostatic sheath won't be fit like a marathon runner, and would tire relatively quickly. If on the other hand he was accustomed to ejaculate oh, say, a couple of times a day normally, then he would have good stamina. Ha... I've encountered young male patients who could go until my fingers got too tired. So for all I know they could go all day. It sounds appealing, but most of them would beg to stop after a while. Which is funny, because they weren't panicking, and didn't seem to realise that panic does terminate this circular lockup."

She waits some more, two fingers still deep in Christopher's rythmically clenching anus.

Giving an idle thought to her audience, she mentions. "For youths in a Ready-Nomast program, before being fitted with a seminal regulation insert, it's recommended to exercise the boy at least a few minutes every day like this. Frequent ejaculation is bad for the vesicles because it empties them. But the prostate sheath is best kept well exercised, and this does the job. The trick is to learn how to do it without accidentally letting any semen leak out. When he's moving around a lot, it's a bit of a skill. But not too hard to pick up."

"And I tell you what, it's quite satisfying to get it right and see not one drop escaped. Think of his future wife, and how much she will appreciate a husband with exceptional capacity, happy to show his love by giving her his body in a state of urgent fullness and persistent, always ready very large erection, and best of all his acceptance that whether she wishes to appreciate the volume of his release and his satisfaction in their lovemaking, or have him retain so she can continue to enjoy the erotic pleasures of his constant arousal and need, that is entirely her choice."

"Of course there's no need to deny to yourself the fundamentally erotic nature of many of these proceedures. Regulating and exercising the sexual function of teenage boys unavoidably involves intimate sexual display, and as mature women it's unreasonable to expect to avoid instinctive biological responses of your own. There are also psychological aspects, related to the necessity for you to be fully in control. It's virtualy unheard of for a woman to not find satisfaction in regulating the male sexual function so totally, especially when it involves denying them release for a long time and seeing how incredibly horny they become."

"You don't have to be afraid of this, even though you are the boy's mother. You made his body, why shouldn't you enjoy the spectacle? I'm standing here with my fingers up the arse of a boy who is seminally full and easily brought to orgasm because he ... supposedly... hasn't cum for nearly two weeks, and it's my fingers blocking his ejaculation. It's very arousing! Also this is the law; notice in the pamphlet it mentions 'exercising guidelines'? Later on it lists the statute on which Ready-Nomast is based. You should read it. In the section of the Act detailing permitted and recommended techniques, the phrase "digital prostate manipulation and blocking" refers to using the fingers like this to stimulate orgasm and block ejaculate. Where it refers to "ejaculate sealing" that's about the fitting of a seminal regulation insert, after which there's zero chance of any emission. Or pregnancy of course, which is definitely something to bear in mind given the wide leeway in exercise techniques."

"But there are many kinds of reward. One I love is to watch as the boy who was just cumming for several minutes, slowly recovers his senses and the realization dawns that despite all the pleasure he's actually achieved no relief at all, he still has months of accumulated seminal pressure, still has the near-permanent demanding erection, and still feels an urgent driving desire to cum. Neither of which he has any say in when they will be next employed, as that is the choice of whatever female is supervising his development. But he can be virtually certain there will not be any relief then either. And this is going to happen to him more times that day, and every day."

"Ha ha, another thing is that during orgasm, the body releases chemicals including oxytocin, prolactin, GABA, and endorphins that are like a bliss-bomb. After a normal orgasm they result in the usual post-coital euphoria. Well, if the orgasm goes on for a long time, these chemical signals build up and up. The result can be quite amusing. He'll be feeling all the frustration and persistent arousal efects I mentioned, but also for a while, deeply euphoric. This tends to act as a reward conditioning, and develop in him an acceptance, even an enjoyment of the high levels of sexual need, arousal and frustration he's feeling. Of course the euphoria eventually wears off, leaving him plain hyper-horny still."

She contemplates his erection for a while, as it jerks with each of his contractions. "Oh, did I mention... tonight we're demonstrating prostatic milking to extract partial or total seminal volume, and seminal blocking, which is used to exercise the muscles without loss of seminal pressure. For that purpose, obviously penile stimulation isn't useful since a standard ejaculation expels semen. However with a seminal regulation insert in place, it doesn't matter which kind of stimulation is used to initiate exercising. There will be no seminal loss either way. I'll be covering the regulation insert later."

"Now I just want to mention that the inserts solve the emission problem, thus allowing employment of any type of sexual stimulation. The male finds stimulation of the erection very pleasureable, but of course it's your choice of whether pleasuring him is an objective or not. Opinions vary. Some mothers feel that their teenager's erection should be reserved in as near virgin state as possible for his future partner, and so any kind of stimulation of it should be strictly avoided. They employ only prostatic massage for exercising him, and some will even keep his penis permanently locked in a thing called a spit-cage. This constrains the penis to the center of a mesh cage, in which the penis is visible and can erect normally, but even when fully erect cannot be touched in any way. I have one here, I'll show you it later."

"Other families decide that their teen sons should be trained from the start in all lovemaking techniques. Typically employing the erection in the traditional manner. Since the erections are near-permanent, with virtually no refractory interval after orgasm, lesson scheduling and durations can be very flexible. One training goal often set, is for the male to learn to thrust at a requested tempo or profile to suit his partner's pleasure. The difficulty to overcome is the boy's urgency; he must learn to hold off his orgasm reflex, regardless of his accumulated seminal pressure. At the Institute we offer a hypnotherapy service, which has proven very effective in achieving well-regulated male orgasm. Typically involving key-words the woman can use to control his orgasm timing. Several other groups offer similar courses."

She runs out of talk, and stands there, just blocking his emission with her two fingers in his rear, following his hip movement like a rodeo rider as he bucks and grunts. Everyone in the room except Christopher is dead silent, fascinated by the display. Christopher is far from silent, as he cries and moans in the throes of powerful orgasm, his tone becoming gradually more frustrated as the minutes pass and relief obviously eludes him. Under his stomach his erection bobs stiffly, jerking up with each of his unrewarding spasms. For all his efforts he's achieved nothing but repeated long stringy drools of clear precum, dripping from the end of his bulging but still foreskin-covered glans.

Finally Mrs Wilson nods, speaking as if in thought to herself. "Well, that's going on twenty minutes I think, and the muscles are not yet fatigued. I'm convinced."

She raises her voice to be clear for everyone. "Janet, what did you mean about his glans?"

"Oh, he's... I think 'gifted' would be a good description. But he's shy about it."

"Shy? But why would he...? Er... let's get back to the volume reading now. I can't release this pressure point in here until... Cindy, can you slip the measuing cylinder back on him now? There'll be a sudden big flow."

Which there is. The moment Cindy slides the glass tube back onto his erection Mrs Wilson removes her gloved fingers from his bottom. First a thick jet of white cum jets into the tube as Christopher's contraction cry this time has an overtone of relief. Then he's spurting regularly into the tube, gasping half in exhaustion and half in satisfaction.

Mrs Wilson continues her casual running commentary, as she flexes her fingers after the long effort of holding him blocked.

"It doesn't make any practical difference to the measurement accuracy if a male orgasm is allowed, or avoided. It's a choice of the person performing the milking. Inducing orgasm or multiple orgasms can speed extraction somewhat, and give your fingers a rest. But is usually best avoided in order to keep the process orderly and without inappropriate sexual pleasure for the male. During the Nomast program stage, relief orgasms are entirely optional training elements, and generally only permitted as rewards for high achievement."

She watches him as he spasms several more times. When his orgasm noticeably begins running down she slips her fingers back into his bottom.

"Observe with diminishing seminal pressure the ejaculation feedback cycle tapers off. There's plenty of semen left, it just isn't flowing down fast enough to maintain the contractions, by dilating the ducts on each relaxation. So, I'll take over. I'm starting that downward milking action again. It will keep ejecting seminal fluid as it seeps from the vesicles. It will also cause the boy considerable stimulation, which after orgasm he'll find a novel sensation. We'll just ignore that, as I want to finish this part of the demonstration so we can set up to allow you all some practice. This will take a few minutes more. Oh, Janet, are you intending to allow Cindy to participate in Christopher's supervision?"

"Well, I was thinking that Christopher should be given assistance with some personal activities. There are some things I need to discuss with his mother next time we speak, but yes... I gather by supervision you mean this kind of intimate care? Cindy, are you comfortable with such responsibilities?"

At her name Cindy has looked up from the glass tube she's holding. "Like Mrs Wilson was talking about? Like she's doing? Yes mum, I think so. I'll do my best to learn what's needed." She tried to sound serious and responsible, but it still sounded quite eager. She adds "Look, it's started coming out in a stream again, like when you began."

Mrs Wilson replies. "That's right. Well then, if you are going to be assisting Christopher you shall have to learn tonight too. How are your fingernails?"

Cindy is struck dumb for a moment. She didn't expect to actually... Then she adapts, trying not to sound too breathless. "Oh, um... we're not allowed to grow long nails at school. So mine are short, see?" She holds up her right hand, fingers straight and nails towards Mrs Wilson, as her left is still holding the measuring cylinder on his still persisting erection. She wasn't expecting what happens next either.

Mrs Wilson nods. "Good. Keep that cylinder there, and this hand too. Just a moment." She pulls her right hand fingers out of Christopher again, and grabs another surgical glove from the box. In an obviously well practiced move she slips the glove down over Cindy's hand. "There. Now, come around the back here... transfer your left hand to between his legs from the back. OK, now put two fingers into his anus like I did. Palm down, that's right. Don't be hesitant, it's well lubricated. Now, lightly press your finger tips down and feel around. Do you feel that kind of spongy ridge along the center? And how it gets a bit larger further in?"

Cindy's head is reeling. A few minutes ago she was not expecting to be soon holding a glass tube over Christopher's erection, while probing a couple of fingers around deep in his rear. She also didn't expect the feel of his opening slickly tight on her fingers would cause the sudden intense flare of swelling heat she's getting between her own legs. She's so focussed on the sight and feel of those two fingers vanishing into his body, that she doesn't even realise she's fidgetting her hips and pressing her thighs tightly together. Inside him, her exploring fingers have found the noticeably firmer ridge Mrs Wilson mentioned.

"Ummm.... yes I can feel that."

Mrs Wilson has noticed Cindy's pelvic restlessness, and smiles widely as she continutes to instruct. "Alright, now the next part requires careful observation. See how there's no more semen running into the tube? That's because he isn't cumming, and you are not milking his ducts. What I want you to do, is poke straight in in as far as you can, while not pressing anything. ... Now, press your fingertips together into that spongy mass, then stroke downwards very slowly while maintaining that pressure. As you do, observe any flow from his penis tip. There, you see, there is some again. But what you want to do is identify the point at which the down-stroke stops producing any flow. That's why you have to do it slowly, because the flow takes a little while to pass down the urethra. You're trying to locate the spot where the ejaculatory ducts join the urethra. Obviously, stroking downwards starting below that point won't milk anything. Above it, yes. But most importantly, that's the spot I was pressing to block his expulsion of fluid during orgasm. Just at and a little above that spot. Cindy, you can experiment with short milking strokes to see which produce any output."

She falls silent and lets Cindy concentrate for a few minutes. The 16 year old Cindy is totally absorbed in her task. The white dribbles from Christopher's erection stop and start, varying as Cindy experiments. Christopher sometimes groans throatily as she works her fingers, much louder than he realizes due to the earpiece music drowning out his own voice. It's clear that he's building up the slope of arousal again, though not entirely comfortable with that so soon after one orgasm. His eyes are tightly closed, and since he's made no complaint about being penetrated by Cindy, it seems obvious to all watching that he's probably unaware it's Cindy not Mrs Wilson at work.

Once she's assured herself that Cindy is making progress, Mrs Wilson steps away, closer to the circle of ladies observing. Lowering her voice so as to not distract Cindy, she explains "Normally, during both milking and exercising with retention, if orgasm is permitted then the process can be sped up by stimulating the erection with a firm stroking action. We just can't do that if we want to be sure of capturing his total emission for volume measurement, like now. It's not essential though, as you can see. Even after one orgasm, and with Cindy's slow and intermittent massaging, notice he is being brought towards climax again."

She waits a little more, observing. It's very obvious that Cindy is getting quite aroused herself. Mrs Wilson glances at Janet, then the others. "Of course for most women it's not possible to perform such actions without becoming sexually excited. Especially when it is a new experience like for Cindy. I should mention that our research has identified no negative consequences at all to female orgasm, at any time from puberty onwards. It's purely a matter of personal preferene and beliefs, whether teenage girls, and adult women, should choose to have many orgasms by any means, or abstain. Some adults choose to abstain purely to experience the erotic and or relationship-spicing aspects of accumulating desire."

"I'll also mention that as you'll read in the brochure, the legislation establishing full parental control over dependent childrens' sexual development emphasizes the role of mothers over teenagers. This applies to both sons and daughters. The legislation also specifies that females carrying out the necessary routines of teen male sexual developmental exercising may apply their own physical charms, including nudity and direct sexual contact. This is particularly relevant where the male has a seminal regulation insert, meaning there is no possibility of unintended discharge and pregnancy risk. Janet after you've read through the brochure, you should decide on how you want Cindy to handle these situations, and have a mother and daughter chat. To make your instructions clear, and also to ensure she understands your authority is absolute, over her as your daughter, and Christopher as his carer. Ultimately it is your choice what range of methods Cindy must use to stimulate Christopher."

She goes back to Cindy, and asks "Have you located it yet? It looks like you have. Also he's going to cum soon, and I want you to show me you have the correct spot pinned down, by blocking ejaculation as he cums. Just press on that point quite firmly as soon as you feel that whole prostate structure start to tense up. You can keep on working him up as you are now, or you can apply some rapid and firm circular massage over the whole area, that will get him there quickly. I'd suggest the latter, if only to experience how easy it is to induce his orgasm. Then check that you can hold the spot continuously and prevent any further emission during his contractions. My guess is he still has maybe 50% of his volume to go, and it will be enough for some more vocal dramatics like the first one. When you've had enough of that, let him expell and run down then please resume steady milking till there's definitely none left. We'll see what his volume really was. OK?"

Cindy tries to sound calm when she replies. "Yes Mrs Wilson. I can do that." But she's actually panting.

She turns back to the watching mothers, then remembers something else and speaks to Cindy's friends who are still sitting cross-legged to the side of the coffee table on which Christopher is displayed. "Oh, er, and since Cindy has both hands occupied and she's just learning, we don't want Christopher squirming around like he was before. Can you, er, Lily and Sophie isn't it?"
They nod. "Can you take care of keeping Christopher still please? Just tell him to hold still if needed, and give his bottom a little spanking if he doesn't listen. Don't forget he can't hear you unless you pull out an earbud, or press that button on the front." The girls nod again, then break into giggles and turn to each other.

Mrs Wilson returns to the mothers. "I expect you are all feeling disappointed that he's going to be completely empty, and I promised you some hands-on practical sessions learning these techniques. Am I right?"

As she speaks she's opening her big bag again. She reaches in but doesn't pull anything out yet, Just pauses, waiting for the other women to respond. There's a general low and somewhat unhappy murmur of agreement. Then one mother speaks, a little timidly.

"Hi, uh, I don't think we've been introduced. I'm Beth Park, and my son's name is Francis. He's 17. I was really hoping to... to learn a lot here tonight. I'd heard a little about the legal changes, but didn't know about this Ready-Nomast program. It sounds... ahh... very interesting. Because just today I have discovered... well, may I tell a short story?"

Mrs Wilson smiles, lifting her hand empty out of the bag. "Of course! I hoped that tonight all of the mothers here can tell us of their problems. It's why we are here. And don't worry, I have a surprise. The demonstration is not over. But tell us your tale first."

"Thanks. Ah... Francis, I uh... for the last several years I've been growing more and more concerned with how much time he spends in his room. He's always insisted on keeping the door locked too. Since he was 12. Back then he said it was because his two little sisters would barge in and tease him. And they did then. They were 8 and 9. But after a couple more years they'd both become quite mature, yet he still insisted on the lock. For a long time I couldn't see anything I could do. I wanted to at least get him outside, to play with other boys sometimes. But how? He doesn't seem to have any real friends. So I arranged for him to go and play coyboys and Indians with Terry and his friends today. Actually, to be taken there by his sisters, since I wasn't sure he'd go by himself, and I'd heard some stories about these unusual games."

"Well! His sisters brought him home in an outrageous state, and I'm very unhappy about his behavior. And more... I'm informed by my daughters that during the game he cooperated poorly, and.. and... while the coyboys were playing at interrogating him he disgraced himself... he was an Indian and captured at that point... he... his penis... became fully erect for no reason whatsoever. Of course he was wearing an Indian costume, just a waist string and loin flap really, so the result was completely indecent. I say that, from, uh, personal experience, later. Worse, during the interrogation he'd been asked to confess when he last 'fired his rifle' — which they all understood as a euphemism for masturbation. I'd have hoped he could honestly answer something like "never" or "months ago". However my daughters inform me this question sent him into a totally evasive state, though didn't diminish the um... prominence of his erection. I'll come back to that later too."

"It served him right. Because the cowboys had been play-threatening to touch him with nettles, his penis was sticking right out and he was wiggling around being such an uncooperative spoilsport, he ended up getting some tiny nettle stings right on his penis. Along the underside of the... shaft. As part of the play interrogation, trying to make Francis talk, two of the other boys were ... induced ... to ejaculate. Onto Francis. And that this in turn caused Francis to ejaculate. Without any physical stimulation at all, which really worried me to hear. I was thinking he must have been aroused by... seeing the other boys ejaculating."

"After that display, my daughters brought him home. He arrived still fully erect, almost his entire front covered in not quite dry semen. I was shocked naturally, especially while Sam and Sarah told me what had happened. Francis didn't dispute any of it, so I accept their story. The first thing was to get the Indian costume into the wash, to deal with the stains. So I had him stand in the kitchen nude while I attended to that. I'd hoped his erection would subside while I was out of the room, at least. I found it unsettling because it's... Well, my dear husband William died four years ago now. I uh, that is... Will was satisfyingly well endowed. But Francis is strikingly larger already, at 17. I think... I don't know, but isn't a bit over eight inches length quite unusual for a 17 year old? Yes, I... I measured it. After I came back from starting the washing machine. Um... it's thick too. I couldn't believe it's actually five and a half inches around. With a, uh, bit of string and then measuring that on a ruler. I'm certain I did it right."

She pauses, with an awkward clearing of her throat, looking embarrassed. "Hcchmm.. I know it sounds like I'm exaggerating. Honestly, I'm not. It really is... quite an extrordinary sight. Completely outrageous, scarcely believable even right in front of your eyes. Even holding it, I thought I must have measured wrong the first time, so I checked. Five and half... with the string pulled quite tightly to be sure. As I'm sure you can imagine, this was all very unsettling.

"What really upset me was that he kept trying to touch his organ himself. He insisted the itching was unbearable and he just wanted to scratch it, but the first time I let him he scratched only for a moment then wrapped his hand around it and started stroking. I stopped him immediately, then he started babbling some absurd story about 'needing to cum to stop the itching, and how the itch was making him erect.' I told him not to be ridiculous, and anyway by all accounts he'd already ejaculated just an hour before, and why didn't that work then?"

"He didn't have any sensible answer of course, so then I took him to the bathroom to wash off all the mess. It's been a decade or more since I saw him without clothes, let alone bathed him, but by this time I'd become fed up. Also it's just recently I heard about the law changes, so knew I was within my rights to put my foot down. No matter how much he complained about me giving him a thorough scrubbing all over. Tonight's meeting was already arranged, and while I was washing his very large erection and thinking about things, I realized I've known all along that he's been abusing himself several times a day for years. I just refused to admit it to myself."

"Thank you Marjorie, for explaining about stunted glandular capacity due to excessively frequent masturbation releases. And how this causes rapid rise in pressure and thus excitability when there is no release even over quite short intervals. I think now I understand what happened. Simply by being out playing coyboys and Indians for the day, Francis had gone without his customary release. Or releases. By the time of the interogation, his tension was enough to result in an almost totally spontaneous ejaculation."

"Well I suppose I'm glad my initial worry is dispelled. Instead I have to face that his severe masturbation habit has stunted his storage capacity. Resulting in bodily responses that he cannot control, and which are a problem in polite society after just a short interval of retention. I shudder to think how he satisfies his need for frequent sexual release during the school day."

And then... after the bath I had to start making dinner, so I could leave soon. I told him to go to his room and get dressed for dinner quickly and come down straight away, no touching himself. He was still erect, in fact had become even harder while I washed him if you can believe it. I had some food left from the other night, so it only took a moment to set it ready on the table. I had a hunch, so went to his room quietly. He'd forgotten to lock the door, and I just walked in without knocking."

"I couldn't believe my eyes! He was lying on his bed, still naked, stroking his erection furiously. I think he must have been nearly about to spurt, from the way his face was screwed up and his entire erection was wet and shiny with pre-cum bubbling up, so his fist was sliding up and down slickly. His eyes were closed, he hadn't seen or heard me come in. I pulled his hands away, stopping him, then dragged him straight to the kitchen without clothes, since he didn't seem to want them. I made him sit down, and explained to the girls and him that the girls were as of that moment completely in charge, they were not to let him out of their sight till at least when I got home again, he wasn't allowed any clothes, and that he wasn't permitted to touch his organ under any circumstances. If he complained it was itchy, they could scratch it for him, but to be careful they didn't over excite him."

"Now you've explained how harmful his masturbation habit is, I'm determined to undo the damage. He's 17, turning 18 in a few months. Not long to go before he's supposed to be an adult, and more urgently, from what you say it's almost too late to correct his habit and the glandular stunting you mentioned. I just can't let him go on with an organ like that, and so little to back it up. I want to get started right away. I'll enrol him in the Ready-nomast program tomorrow. I'm very much hoping tonight to learn at least the kinds of things I can do to help him. I should get him one of those chips, shouldn't I? What is this um, semen regulation thing you mentioned?"

"So, that's my story. Oh and Terry, thank you for your cowboy and Indian games, that I've recently heard so much about. It seems you have precipitated saving my dear Francis from a terrible, crippling masturbation habit. Also thank you Doctor Wilson, for your time here tonight, explaining to all of us what we must do."

Mrs Wilson starts clapping enthusiastic applause, and the rest of the mothers join in with spirit. "Thank you Beth. That certainly is a stand-out example of the kind of male teen masturbation problems I'm talking about. Don't worry Beth, 17 and even 18 are not hopelessly too late to achieve a turnaround, so long as stern corrective measures are employed. With your determination and the Ready-Nomast program I'm sure you'll achieve a successful outcome. Just as an aside, I'd like to mention that we do also have what we call the 'Late Intervention' program. It's used where a male of 18 to 20 years is discovered to have been heavily masturbating their entire teen years. Resulting in very poor development, and not many years left in which to correct that. The downside is that it does require at least one year of intensive treatment. He must take leave from his school or job, since his ability to focus on non-sexual matters will be greatly reduced for the duration. Hopefully your Francis will not need that, but the contact details are in the back of the brochure should you wish to enquire further. I do think you should have the chip implant and seminal regulation insert done more or less immediately though. Which brings us back to my surprise..."

She reaches into her large bag again, this time pulling out a colorful store display box, though a little worn as if it's been carried in her bag for quite a while. "This, is a standard commercial Seminal Regulator model. There are variants, but you can buy these online via the Foundation. They are quite affordable since we are a non-profit group. Now..."

She's interrupted by Christopher starting to moan loadly again. It's clear from the rythmic clenching of his buttocks that he's cumming again, as Cindy continues working her fingers in his arse. The semen flow that had been dribbling out as she milked him now stops. Cindy looks to Mrs Wilson, smiling at her success. "I think I found the right spot to press, see? How long should I hold it in like this?"

Mrs Wilson nods. "Well done. You can keep him like that for a few minutes, just to demonstrate that the prolonged orgasm effect is repeatable so long as there is any seminal fluid left to dilate the ducts, and it is not allowed to escape. Consider that after standard intercourse a male will experience a 'refractory period' during which repeat performance is unlikely since the ducts are empty. With direct stimulation of the prostate and ducts, there is no such limitation."

Christopher has been drifting quietly in his own world of both familiar and unaccustomed sensual pleasures.

When that formidable Mrs Wilson had first slipped her gloved fingers inside his rear, the sensations had started off very strangely. He could feel a kind of stroking inside, that gave him a shivvery feeling. It was quite arousing, but slowly, and meanwhile there'd been the wierd sensation of fluid running down in waves in his pee tube each time she stroked. He'd looked between his legs, and seen the white fluid dripping from the end of his erection into the glass tube. It was a little bit like cumming, only a pale shadow. Sort of orgasm-lite. A wafery, tasteless and very unsatisfying kind. Even more frustratingly she kept altering her stroking rythm, breaking his concentration on the rising pleasure. Then when he'd stated bucking his hips in an attempt to increase the feelings something had slapped his bottom hard enough to sting. Her voice had broken through the music that was all he could hear mostly, telling him to hold still. So he did.

But the feelings were still something, and given his accumulated desperation to cum, it hadn't taken many of those strangely ghostly internal strokes before he'd started to feel the looming of a real orgasm.

He'd started clenching in anticipation, and then... she'd stopped! Completely, leaving him hanging there. He could still feel her fingers in his arse, and couldn't help squeezing on them reguarly. But without effect. He looked back over his shoulder and could see her talking, but not hear what she was saying. He lowered his head and shoulders, looking between his legs again. Seeing Terry, Cinday and her two friends sitting beside the low coffee table, staring at his finger-stuck rear and dripping erection in the glass tube wasn't a sight he wanted to see, so he turned his head to the other side and closed his eyes. Hopefully this would be over soon. Hopefully also involving the orgasm he so very badly needs.

Then suddenly her fingers were moving again, but this time the feeling was the opposite of gostly and intermittent. It was intense, regular, a tidal wave of instant orgasm crashing through him without warning. It's not just some fake feeling either. He can feel the powerful contractions exactly like a normal orgasm, each one jamming the well accustomed spike of ecstacy into his mind, shutting down any hope of coherent thought and allowing only brief flashes of hard-reset self-awareness in the rests between.

And so in that state he'd taken a long time to realise something odd was happening. For one thing he couldn't feel any surge of fluid jetting out through his penis. Nothing at all in fact, which was an absense he didn't notice till he did, after which it stuck out very much and felt exceptionally strange.

The other thing was not an absense. It was an intensification, where should be diminishment. During the relaxation phase after each contraction there'd normally be a feeling 'another one coming', which should quite quickly reduce in strength as the orgasm tapered off after a typical number of contractions. It should fade to a sensation of relief, of glowing pleasure in the new absense of the urge to cum that had been there before. But not this time. It wasn't trailing off!

In fact as the contractions continued, the relaxations between were growing more intensely filled with a sensation of urgent pressure and need to ejaculate. Which seemed to be making the contractions more intense too, as if the muscles were reacting to a need for greater effort. This whole orgasm mwasn't tapering off like a normal one, instead the entire thing was getting more intense, and just going on and on. And as it intensifies, his ability to think about it at all becomes tenuous as the strengthening pulses of orgasmic contraction take up more of his total awareness. With the last glimmer of reasoning he figures out that her fingers must be blocking where his semen comes out inside, into his urethra. So it can't... it can't... he wants to ejaculate more than he could have believed possible, each contraction tries so hard, but it can't...

After some indeterminate time he opens his eyes and looks between his legs. There's his erection, bare now. It jerks with each of the contractions wracking his body with pleasure, but nothing comes out other than a thin slow continuous dribble of clear stringy fluid. It's so swollen, just hanging there, rigid and jerking repetatively. He's dimly aware that he's cumming more intensely than he ever imagined possible, and it isn't stopping. Not stopping! He's too helpless in this mind state to do anything, other than just lie there, arse up in the air and knees spread wide on the towel-covered coffee table, head down on his forarms on the table, watching his own erection pulse without result over and over. He's losing even the concept of time, has no idea how long this goes on for. The only thing changing at all is a sense of floating euphoria, that just keeps getting stronger, till he can't even care anymore about his frustrated need to actually ejaculate. His body is trying to ejaculate, it's being blocked, his rigid, veined cock just stands there jerking in air, it's going on forever, and he can't even feel concerned. It just is.

Sometime later, he sees the glass cylinder being slid back over his cock, then suddenly there's a shifting of fingers in his arse and with the next contraction there's a huge gusher of white semen jetting from the end of his cock and splattering on the inside of the glass. After that his orgasm becomes the standard series of diminishing pulses, but he's still far too blissed out to notice anything much. Eventually it gradualy filters through that he isn't orgasming any more. Not that it makes much difference with how he's feeling, like he's floating weightless above the coffee table. He doesn't see any reason to move. Closing his eyes again he just enjoys the combined relief and bliss.

A hazy drifing interval, and then there are sensations of fingers entering and moving in his arse again. He ignores it. At first. They seem to be moving around differently to before, pressing and kneeding firmly all around on that spot which pushes him up into arousal. Now the arousal is growing again, slowly but inevitably. A time arrives when he realises he's going to cum again, and despite everything else he wants to. He's been fragmentedly aware of semen intermittently dribbling inside his erection and into the glass tube as the fingers massaged inside, but he isn't thinking enough to wonder how he could be going to orgasm again.

The moment the first contraction strikes, as he's wailing in the orgasmic throes, there is that feeling again of suddenly being unable to expell. The same as before, so this time he isn't panicked by it. He embraces the powerful waves of pleasure, that just keep rolling in. Each one boosted by the 'didn't squirt, more to go, try harder next contraction' sensation in every relaxation phase. Once more he becomes totally oblivious to his surroundings, not even aware of the music in his earbuds or his own moans and grunts.

Mrs Wilson, holding the boxed Seminal Regulator, falls silent as she watches Christopher and Cindy's technique. After a minute she reminds the others in the room what they are watching. "The lesson here, is that the prostate provides a means to directly manipulate the male's sexual reflexes, bypassing most of the performance limitations related to erection, penis stimulation, seminal pressure and so on. Even when there is no seminal pressure at all, massage of the ejaculatory ducts a little higher up can fool the male sexual system into thinking there is pressure, allowing orgasm."

She inserts a dramatic pause, holding the box up above her head and waggling it for their attention. "Or... there can actually be pressure again. As I mentioned before, Christopher will soon be milked completely dry. And yet, our evening will allow for everyone who wishes, to have hands on practice of these techniques. There will be plenty of semen to be milked and squirted out. That's what this box is for."

Another short pause. "Cindy, you can let him spend now. Then please keep milking till there's no more. I'll be needing him to demonstrate this soon."

She puts the box down on a nearby table, and opens the top. As she lifts out the contents, she explains the parts of the device.

"It's mostly tubing, with this long section between the operator's end, and the working part. The tubing is clear so you can observe contents, ensure it's clean when washing it, and so on. All the parts are quite robust, as its designed for daily use for years. This is actually a very well used one I keep in my medical bag. It's been sterilised of course. Notice the long part isn't actually a single tube; if you look closely through the clear plastic you can see there are multiple passages down its length. It's a kind of combined hydraulics actuator umbilical."

She holds up one end of the tube, which terminates in a small, softly wobbling white cylinder with a rounded tip, red coloured bands at both ends, and a green band where it narrows down to merge with the tube.

"This is the working end. It goes inside, and sits in the urethra within the prostate, where the two ejaculatory ducts and several prostatic pores empty to the urethra. It can be positioned briefly for quick use while remaining attached to the tube. Or it can be positioned, secured in place then detached from the tube for long term wearing. You can see the little hole in the tip here — that goes through and allows urination as normal when it is in place. The tube separates from it at the green band, which is a coupling that allows disconnect and reconnection while in place. These red bands are actually expandable cup-shaped flexible seals, used to isolate the section of the urethra around the central insert body, this white part. The white part also expands, to minimize the cavity volume between the insert body and the urethral walls. I'll demonstrate."

She pulls another largish object from her bag. "This is just for demonstration. As you can see, it's a life-size side view cross section through the lower abdomen. Male organs, clearly. The erection is for realism, as that will be the usual state while using this device. The erection size is realistic too, for a male with some years of participation in Ready-nomast. I'll just clip the insert into the exposed urethral channel rather than feed it in, since the model is literally rigid, ha ha, the plastic I mean. Now, here in the prostate below the bladder is where the end will sit. The model has the urethra expanded a little there, since we need to see the insert in its expanded state. I'll cover the insertion proceedure later, first we'll see how the working end does its job.

She lifts the other end of the tubing from its box. Her audience had been laughing at her pun, and that had barely died away when there's a subdued gasp, at the much more technical cluster of objects now revealed. It looks very medical, with the tube terminating in a sleek molded manifold, with several plastic syringe bodies clipped into receptacles along one side, and separate smaller tubes emerging from the other side. Each tube terminates in a soft fluid bag, some partly full, some empty. On the flat top of the manifold there are several small valve levers, with various coloured text and symbols molded into the manifold surface.

Mrs Wilson smiles reassuringly to her audience. "Don't panic, it's simpler than it looks. The working end is all hydraulic, which means it works by fluid pressure. This stuff is just for making the pressures. And there are only three things to work. The fluid filled bags are for fluid supply, and the empty one is a used fluid bin. They are all removable. The syringes are for moving the fluids, and the little valves on top here are to make the fluids go the right way - in or out. Everything has safety protections, so it's not possible to cause any harm by doing anything wrong. There are instructions in the box, but it's really very simple. Just pay attention to this demonstration. After that you'll see it in actual use."

She points to the abdomen model, where the rectum is shown widely open. "Really the only thing that takes any skill, is getting the working end in the right place. You need to have learned by practice where the lowest pressure point is, that allows you to block ejaculation. That's where the ejaculatory ducts — these here — join the urethra. See how in the model they merge around the center of the probe head? Right between the two red bands. Of course when it's inside you can't see it, but you can feel it very clearly with the fingertips, and push it to that position by feel. Then..."

She holds the manifold up so they can all see, putting a fingertip on the first syringe body in line. "Once the probe is in the right place, pushing this plunger expands the end seals of the probe head. You should keep your finger inside him as you do this, to ensure the probe doesn't slide out of position. Like so."

She demonstrates, holding two fingers of her left hand on the point in the sectioned rectum next to the probe head in the urethra, while with the other hand she holds the whole manifold and depresses that plunger slowly with her thumb. As she does, the red bands on the probe expand, revealing themselves to be soft rubbery cup-like seals, with their concave sides facing inwards, to the body of the cylinder. They swell outward and mold to the walls of the urethra, except for the model's cutaway side, where they open out further.

"Once those reach their operating pressure, pressing the plunger further expands the main body of the probe. The urethra isn't very stretchy, it can expand a little, then very little more. Both the end seals and the body open it up to that size. See? You just keep pressing this down, all the way to get a definite seal, with any excess fluid going to the waste bag. You don't need to pay attention to the gradations on this plunger. You can even pull it back and press it again, if for some reason you were unsure. There are one-way valves in the manifold, just the right amount of pressure goes to the probe head parts, none is allowed to come back like this. To remove it, just switch this valve here on top, from 'seal' to 'unseal'. See how the probe head contracts on its own? The fluid is draining to the waste bag here."

She switches the valve back to 'seal' and reinflates the probe head. "It's all repeatable, if you think you didn't get it positioned right you can undo and try again. While it's inflated, it isn't going to move. Not at all. After a few days the urethra develops a bit of an enlargement there, but that is harmless, and just makes it more unmovable. If you've left it in for long enough, then removed it, then put it back in, you can feel it settling into the expanded section during reinsertion. The first time you insert it, the male can feel it slightly, but it soon becomes unnoticeable. In just a few days he normally can't even tell if it's there or not."

She shifts her thumb to the second syringe plunger. "Well, he could tell if the tube was still hanging out the end of his penis. But it won't be, because it detaches with this control. See the valve lever next to this is labeled 'connect' and 'disconnect.' That controls the juntion at the green ring. Shift the valve to 'disconnect, and press the plunger. It comes apart there. See?"

As she does that, the tube end actually drops out of the abdominal model since the half section of the urethra there isn't deep enough to hold it. The probe end, with its expanded sections stays wedged into the model. The tube junction end can now be see to be a green coloured rounded bayonette fitting, with a keyway on edge, expanding seals, and two pipe joins.

Mrs Wilson holds it up for inspection, as the mothers come for a close look. "The actual fluid channels seal as it disconnects. To reconnect, you just push it back into the urethra till you can feel it bump against the head piece still inside. You rotate the tube till you feel it click into place, give it a good firm push to make sure it's seated properly, switch this valve to 'connect' and pump the plunger. The inflates the joint seal, which also locks the pieces solidly together. Also, remember I said the probe head piece has a hole through the center? Of course that is so he can pee normally. But with the tube connected, pee will travel down inside the tube, and go to the waste fluids bag. Or not, if this valve here is turned to 'Urine: off'. Obviously, it should not be left in that state with the tube connected, for too long. With the tube disconnected peeing will be normal for him."

As she spoke she had reconnected and locked the tube back into the head piece in the abdominal model. Now she pauses for dramatic effect, sure her audience are waiting for the key part of the demonstration. There are two more plungers to describe. After a wait she continues.

"So, what's it all for? Since it's called a seminal regulator I'm sure you can guess. Part of it, ha ha. Let's consider ejaculation first, and save the surprise for later."

She traces the outline of the prostate sheath with a finger on the model. "During orgasm, this muscular sheath contracts in repeating pulses. Each pulse squeezes fluid from the ejaculatory ducts here, into the urethra. Normally... except with the regulator taking up all available room here, and the end seals that don't let any semen past, there is nowhere for it to go. A little gets forced into this space, at the pressure the muscles can produce, but as soon as they relax virtually all of the fluid forces its way back into the ejaculatory ducts, since it's under enough pressure to overcome the duct outlet resting tension. And actually... since some prostatic fluid is also squeezed into this confined space, that goes back up into the ejaculatory ducts too. There's an interesting side effect of that mixing, but we'll get to that later. Overall, the effect is very like what happens when you press fingertips against this junction point during ejaculation. The fluid can't escape, but instead reflows back into the sensitive lower ejaculatory ducts very rapidly during each relaxation phase of the cycle. It's actually more intense for him than than the finger pressure method, since with this the lower ducts are free to be strongly dilated by the pressure during contractions. Add the reflow effect, and you'll observe the male having an orgasm of considerably greater than normal intensity and duration. In fact, sometimes you'll have to deliberately bring it to an end by distracting him. Various methods work, ranging from a sharp spank, to simply telling him to stop."

"Normally you would have the tube removed during daily life. In fact in the latter-stage Ready-nomast routine, it won't be used for months at a time. The regulator will just be left in place permanently, preventing escape of any seminal fluid. Maintaining a high seminal pressure and resulting frequent prolonged erection, and stimulating the seminal vesicles to grow as volume accumulates. With the regulator in place even manual milking cannot extract fluids."

"Sometimes though, it is necessary to allow either ejaculation or milking to expell fluids. For instance to measure his seminal volume to track his glandular capacity progress. You could just remove the regulator altogether, but in general it's best to leave it in place to maintain a reliable seal and avoid him noticing its absense then return. That's what this third plunger is for. You see the valve is labelled 'close' and 'open'. There's a small valve inside the head part, that stays in whichever position it was last set. When it's open, fluid is passed from the enclosed volume, to the inner pee channel. The result is that ejaculation will seem almost normal for him. Also milking will work, if it's desired to drain him without allowing orgasm. With the tube attached to the regulator head you just set this control valve the way you want, then press the plunger. That sets the slave valve in the regulator head. You can open it, then disconnet the tube for any length of time. To close that again, same thing."

She grins at her audience. "OK, who thought that one was the surprise?" A few of the mothers look like they were going to put their hands up, then all of them realise that if she asks that, it can't have been. There's an expectant silence.

"Right. It's this last plunger. Which is how Christopher will be providing all of us with hands on prostate milking practice this evening. You see this bag here..." She holds up the largest of the fluid filled bags attached to the manifold. "It contains a completely safe, inert, body compatible artificial seminal fluid. Its properties mimic the real thing very closely, in colour, texture, viscosity, and scent. With slight improvements — it's non-staining and vanilla flavored."

"I won't demonstrate it on the anatomical model, since having fluid squirting out and running down in the gaps between the removable organs makes for a big cleaning chore. Instead..." She unclips the seminal regulator, and holds the probe head above Christopher's back. By now he's no longer producing any semen, despite Cindy still working her fingers in his rear. Nobody has thought to point out to Cindy that for a while she's only been driving him to repeated completely dry orgasms.

"This plunger is used to insert the seminal fluid into his ducts, from where it flows up into his vesicles. The plunger is marked in milliliters and CCs, with 10 cc total per plunger stroke. There are one way valves, so you can pump it back and forth to add more. This has a pressure safety valve too, but it's still best to have a good idea of the volume he can hold, and not overdo it. There's one valve, normally you'd leave it on 'inject.' The other position is 'flush', in which pressing the plunger just empties it to the waste bag. That's only used when you want to change the fluid type, or zero the plunger on a major gradation line before starting."

She pushes the forth plunger slowly. Milky fluid oozes from the probe head, emerging from small pores around its central body and falling in stringy drops onto Christopher's back. He doesn't seem to even notice, as he's almost silently shuddering with another dry orgasm under Cindy's busy fingers. She's still holding the measuring cylinder over his not-so-rigid erection, but it seems unlikely she'll drag any more output from him.

"Cindy, you can stop now. Let's have a look at that cylinder. Also can you please turn him over to lie on his back please."

Cindy responds with a startled expression, as if she was in a world of her own just then. She stutters a little. "Uh, the... oh t..the measuring ... Um, here." She passes it to Mrs Wilson, who holds it up for everyone to see as she reads the scale on the narrow lower part of the cylinder where Christopher's semen is gathered. "Hmmm... That's 12 ml total volume. Eight days here, thirteen days after his claimed last ejaculation, which would only have partially emptied his glands. From a healthy 14 year old, who supposedly doesn't masturbate, and has been presenting for the last eight days with strong symptoms of retention frustration. Janet, I can't say for certain, since it may be that Christopher's production rate is at the low end of the scale, but I'd have expected a considerably larger volume from a practitioner of long term abstinence."

Mrs Harper replies thoughtfully. "Actually, I have had some questions in my mind. But I think until I have a word in private with his mother it's best to give Christopher the benefit of the doubt. We'll continue to assist him in his claimed resolve. It certainly won't do him any harm. Only my carpets and things, that he drips on."

"Oh that. Well, I'm afraid unless you... Hmm, never mind. Ah, good job Cindy. Now, can you please hold his legs up, with his thighs on his chest for me? ... That's perfect, thank you. Alright, with this demonstration I will go quickly, to show you how time efficient this proceedure can be. It really only takes a moment. Also the quicker the better, if everyone wants to practice milking."

She has brought the seminal regulator and the box it came in over to Christopher, and set the box on the coffee table beside him. Putting on fresh sterile gloves she briskly opens an alcohol wipe from the box.

"Always maintain reasonable sterile practice. The fluids used in the regulator are germicidal too, but we don't want to be introducing any bacteria into the urethra. Now, it doesn't matter if he's erect or not. Goodness, I think this is the first time I've seen him anything but fully erect! We just give the glans a quick alcohol wipe first."

As she's speaking she grips his half-erect penis and firmly pulls the foreskin back. "If your son has a foreski...." She freezes mid word, in astonishment, staring at what she has revealed. There's a chorus of gasps from around the room, Janet Harper excepted. She just laughs. "Hah. I was waiting for you to discover that. You think it's surprising now, wait till you see it when he's fully erect."

Mrs Wilson continues to examine the pink mushroom with its blunt top and widely flaring rim silently for a moment, then nods. "Yes, I expect so. You know, even with my work I've only ever read of this variation. It's very rare. You said he is shy about it? And it doesn't expose by itself even when he's fully erect! Remarkable! Ladies, he's not reacting to this exposure, because he's deeply blissed-out from the endorphin effects of such a long orgasm series. I must ask you all to be considerate, when he does regain his presence of mind. It is a remarkable thing, but due to its great difference from average appearance, and that he won't have heard of anyone having a glans like this, he probably considers it some kind of shameful freakish abnormality. We'll all have to reassure him that he is lucky to have this gift."

She pauses to consider it some more, turning his half-soft penis to different angles. "Janet, could you take some close up photos of this please, for my files? Later we'll see it in full... hmm... bloom seems the right word. I'd like more photos as we go along too please. Truly extraordinary! What a wonderful good fortune, to encounter one of these. I do hope that when his mother returns she can be pursuaded to put Christopher in the Ready-nomast program."

She holds it steady for the photos, then continues. "Hmmm... As I was saying, an alcohol wipe around the opening. Also run along the regulator head piece and tubing, like so, each time you insert it. You should have previously sterilized it properly, see the instructions. Now, a generous dab of lubricant on the end of his penis, like so. Delicate membranes tend to grab on the plastic tube otherwise. Work plenty of lubricant into the opening with the regulator tip, so... then just feed it in. It's narrow enough that there should be little or no resistance. If you do encouner some kind of obstruction, don't force it just stop. There can be constrictions in the urethra, and those need medical attention. But usually, as you can see, it just slides in easily. Now I..."

Christopher has been lying limply with his eyes closed, in a world of his own, earbuds in. Cindy is still holding his legs up, knees near his head, even while she stared in amazement and shock at his revealed mushroom-shaped glans. As Mrs Wilson feeds the tube into his urethra he'd shaken himself and opened his eyes in surprise, looking around in a dazed way. Mrs Wilson leans over and pulls out one of his earbuds.

"Hello Christopher! Glad to see you back with us. Just relax, this won't hurt and will only take a moment. I think you will find it enjoyable. Just lay back and rest some more. Thank you for your cooperation, everyone really appreciates it. And please don't feel embarrassed about anything. Everything is fine." She strokes his head, and surprisingly he seems to accept the reassurance without having looked down between his legs. So he hasn't seen the exposure of his glans yet. Cindy has the initiative to pop the earbud back in and lean further over his body, putting herself as a screen so he can't see his penis. Mrs Wilson nods silently to her in approval, then returns to her task. Her gloved fingers are well smeared with the lubricant, and she has no trouble slipping her left hand middle finger into his rectum, palm up.

"I can feel the end of the regulator through the thin tissues between it and the rectum. It's about right, just a little more... there. The cylinder is centered about on the ejaculatory duct exits. Now, I just pump the seal expanding plunger, so, while holding my finger inside him to check the unit doesn't slip out of place. You can feel the thing expand, and become a firm fit in the urethra. There, it's in place and sealed. Without distractions, that whole thing should only take a few seconds. Then you can let go. Though, if you want you can leave your finger there, to feel the progress of the fluid insertion. It's quite interesting, you can feel the urethra there go tight with the pressure, and even the ejaculatory ducts swelling up as the fluid pressure in them builds up."

She removes her finger, and picks up the manifold. "Christopher was holding 12ml, but hasn't had a wet dream or spontaneous ejaculation recently at that level. As I've mentioned, the vesicles are quite elastic, and I'm curious to see at what volume he would have a spontaneous ejaculation. To find out, over several refils this evening I'll increment the volume up a little each time. This time we'll start with 15 ml. With a new unit like this, the tubing is already primed with fluid, so what we insert here from the plunger gradations is what he'll get, minus a little required to presurize that section of urethra. In the instructions there are the amounts you have to allow extra. For now, say 2ml. For 17 ml total. You just push it down, by that amount on the scale. You can take it very slowly, perhaps with tiny increments over minutes, or faster, with a single stroke over say 10 seconds. You'll become familiar with his reactions, and can choose. Just bear in mind that the sensation to him is like a weird kind of reverse orgasm, usually without the contractions. In fact sometimes it's possible if he is already aroused this may trigger an orgasm if you do it the quick way. All that fluid pressure in the sensitive ejaculatory ducts. If he does, just slow down, wait till it passes, then continue. His muscles still can't overcome the regulator's seals, and come nowhere near to strong enough to push back on the syringe. Even if there wasn't a one-way valve inside the probe head."

As she's talking, she has been slowly pushing the plunger down, watching the scale. At the beginning Christopher had shuddered and gone stiff, arching his hips up against Cindy's weight. Then he went limp, eyes still closed, and beginning to pant. Panting that grows deeper and faster as the fluid insertion continues. About half way his penis begins stiffening up again very quickly, with more of the tube sliding into the well lubricated eye as his erection grows longer onto the unmoving tube. By the time she's finished his cock is ramrod straight again, glans purpled and flared to its full astonishing size. Cindy is lying across Christopher's thighs, bringing her face closest to his erection. She's staring at it in fascination.

The room is dead silent apart from Christopher's increasingly aroused panting gasps. Mrs Wilson breaks that rapt silence with a businesslike announcement. "There, that's 17ml, of which 15 is now in his ducts and vesicles. Removal of the regulator is even quicker than insertion. We just switch the first valve to 'unseal', and pump the plunger. It allows fluid to pull back out of the expanding parts of the unit head, and then the whole thing can be pulled out. Gently, like so."

She pulls on the tube, which slides easily out of his now rigid erection. As the end probe emerges there's a small dribble of whiteish fluid. It runs across the mushroom head and starts dripping off the widely flared rim. Janet has been taking a few photos of his growing erection with the tube extending from the extraordinary head, and now takes several more close-ups once the tube is gone. She runs through them on the camera back screen, and smiles, showing one to Marjorie. It's a short focal length closeup of just the shaft topped by the wide purpled mushroom, level with the rim so the wide flare out beyond the shaft is emphasised. All background is blurred out, with the image center a strand of pearly white fluid caught in the process of dripping over the rim. Mrs Wilson chuckles, as others gather round to see it. "I think we have the next cover illustration of the Institute magazine Janet."

Then she's bustling briskly again. Coiling up the tubing she slips the head and coils into a plastic bag and puts it back in the box, clearing everything off the coffee table again except Christopher and the towel. She gets Cindy to help her hoist his very loose body back into the kneeling arse-in air position again. This time she says they don't need the measuring cylinder, so just use the mixing bowl between his legs. She has all the mothers who want a practical in prostate massage to write their names on pieces of paper, and has Terry put them in a vase them draw them out, with Cindy writing them down on a list in sequence. Almost everyone puts in their name. The winner of first round is beginning her tentative feeling inside Christopher's rectum while Cindy is still writing names.

Just as Mrs Wilson had assured them, Christopher with his well filled ducts is every bit as horny and easily brought to orgasm as he was the first time. The first mother doesn't quite get her blocking pressure point right for his initial contractions, so a few mils of the fluid are jetted into the bowl, with Janet taking more photos. Then the woman finds the correct spot and Christopher again finds himself stuck in the throes of a continuing unproductive orgasm. Mrs Wilson suggests that these phases of the process had better be shortened to no more than 15 minutes or they will never get through the list, much as she's sure the ladies would prefer to each enjoy for as long as possible his protracted futile struggles to force fluid past their fingertip pressure.

She takes the opportunity to demonstrate several ways these long orgasms can be brought to an abrupt halt. The fastest and most reliable way is to immerse his erection and hanging testicles in the jug of ice water. However that one also results in a slower ramp up to orgasm with the next woman practising. Smacking, and tickling also work, but sometimes not right away. Mrs Wilson mentions that having him stand up and walk around can also work, but it's almost impossible to maintain correct finger pressure on his prostate to block all ejaculation in that case. She demonstrates it herself, and manages to maintain the block with only small leaks until his orgasm ceases. It's awkward, and two of the mothers have to hold him upright by the arms since he's unable to stand by himself.

They are managing two or three mother's training sessions between having to recharge him with the seminal regulator, so progress goes well on working through the names list. It still takes a couple of hours and Christopher is virtually an orgasm automaton by this time. The male ejaculation system proves itself immune to the mental exhaustion that has him reduced to a kind of semi-aware cum-zombie, just as Mrs Wilson explained it would. The simple neural-muscular hydraulic feedback system just works regardless. With sufficient priming pressure in the ducts, stimulate the prostate till contractions start, then the fluid pressure pulses stretch the ducts, firing the nerves that force the next contraction like clockwork.

On each refill with the artificial fluid she increases the volume another 1 ml, that seems to compensate well for any developing tiredness of the orgasm neuro-muscular mechanics. Much later when they are getting near the end of the list, with only two mothers to go, she is injaculating 24 ml.

During recent refills she has been commenting that Christopher seems to be nearing a threshold with each fresh fill. This time she goes into more detail as she removes the seminal regulator once again. "You notice how the last time he started to orgasm right after the refill, only the ice water worked to stop him cumming? That was 23 ml, say 21 ml actually injaculated. And now, did you see how fast and hard he erected as I put in the final few mil? And how he's thrusting his hips in that kind of slow strained way, as if he's already on the verge of cumming? I'm familiar with this degree of response. It seems to me he's nearing what we call the cum event horizon, or CEH for want of a better name. It's where the sensitive ducts are dilated to a critical point, beyond which the orgasm reflex cuts in with no other stimulation at all. In other words a male starts cumming, and never comes out. Not until there's some pressure release. It never happens with teens and just natural seminal accumulation, even when release is blocked with a management unit, since the vesicles can grow larger fast enough to stay below that threshold. But injaculating fluid can reach it anytime; just put in enough."

"What surprises me is that Christopher is nearing his CEH with a quite low volume. For a teen his age claiming to practice abstinence I'd have expected something like 25 ml volume to bring on wet dreams within a few days, and a CEH somewhere up above 30 to 35 ml. That's in the context of adult males who've completed the full Ready-nomast program over several years in their teens. Those guys typically have stable holding volumes up to 150 ml, and a CEH not far short of 250 ml. It seriously makes me wonder about his honesty Janet."

Mrs Harper nods. "Well, I understand but it still doesn't change the situation. What do you suggest I should do, make him masturbate? Surely it's best to have him effectively start the program in an unofficial way till his mother returns. At least that will make a start on improving his volume."

"Yes, I know, you are right. But I can't help suspecting he's lying to you. That deserves some kind of response, don't you think?"

"Maybe so, but I'm not his mother, and don't really feel comfortable with punishing him. Making him live by his claims though... heh, this is amusing. Oh! Whoopsy! Betty... why did you take your fingers out?"

On the coffee table Christopher had been arranged limply into the position, and Betty, the second last mother on the list, had been exploring the feel of his prostate, working him up to orgasm. Except he'd suddenly begun to come very powerfully and Betty had given a short shriek and pulled her fingers out. Now with nothing to stop his ejaculation he's jetting streams of the white stuff into the bowl while wailing loudly. Betty, a small delicate looking woman is timidly stuttering "I, I, I'm sorry! I just... he squeezed my fingers so hard and it hurt! I couldn't stand it! What should I do? I'm sorrryyyyy! He's, he's wasting it all, I..."

Mrs Wilson reassures her. "That's all right Betty. We can just refill him and you can try again. It's not a problem. Cindy, no, skip the ice water. Let him run down, and then milk him out again please. I want to start from a known empty state this time. Betty, and Judy do you mind waiting a few more minutes? I know it's getting late..."

Betty hesitantly says that yes, she'd like a second try. Judy, who's a bit tired says she would still like to try, but wouldn't be upset if they don't have time. She's been watching all the others and has a pretty good idea she can pick it up if she needs to. Ten minutes later Christopher is well drained again thanks to Cindy's now skilled fingers, and once more on his back. Mrs Wilson is getting the regulator ready when she realizes something. "Oh dear. Actually, the seminal substitute bag is just about empty. Not enough left for a fill. Just a minute, I have another in my bag I think."

She digs around in the compartments of her bulky doctor's bag. "Ah ha! Yes, found it." She pulls it out, reading the label. "OK, still well in date. I was worried it might be expired. Oh, but... Hmmm. Oh well, I guess that doesn't matter. It will only be for a few minutes anyway."

Mrs Harper asks her, curious. "What is it? Is there something wrong with it?"

"No not at all, it's perfectly good. Just a different type. The one we've been using is the plain one, an inert fluid. This product has several optional additives. It was leftover stock from a case where the teen... well, his parents wanted to get him to smarten up and stay at home more, and do what he was told. They felt some stronger than usual incentive would be needed. So they ordered this, and started him on it until he showed an attitude improvement, then switched back to the standard type. It worked, very quickly, and they've had no more lip from him. Hmm, I guess the best way to describe it, is it's strongly aphrodesiac. Slow release hormones, an erection stimulant, a stimulant that makes the seminal vesicles secrete more, and a mild irritant that acts on the nerves in the ejaculatory duct walls, increasing their response to duct dilation. On their own all those would result in excessive tendency to spontaneous orgasm, so there's a counteracting additive that strongly inhibits initiation of orgasm. Still achievable, but only by specific strong stimulation such as firm prostate massage. That one is also in slow release form, but does have a fast acting component so it takes effect virtually immediately when injaculated.

I saw the effect of this type, and it's very much as advertised. Marketted for middle aged men, who want a special sexual experience. It sure works! But it takes a few days for the full effect to build up, so it will be fine for Christopher for a few minutes. Actually, it wouldn't do him any harm even if retained, so forget I even mentioned it. He'd just be more horny than otherwise. A great deal more horny. Anyway, lets get on with this. By the way Janet, have you considered having Christopher fitted with one of these now? It would address your concern about him potentially masturbating. You did say his mother gave you a letter of authority, right?"

"Yes, she did. It's all so new though, I haven't thought about it. I suppose it's a possibility. But I don't want to decide tonight. It can always be done later, since it's so easy. I'll let you know. Probably yes, but I'm not sure..."

Mrs Wilson has been connecting the new bag of fluid to the manifold. She depresses the injaculate plunger several times, running the remaining old fluid to the waste bag, and also refreshing the fluid in the tube to the probe head. "Have to do this, to get any air bubbles out. It seems wasteful, but there isn't any other way. Anyway, that's all the new type now. Let's go. Cindy, thanks for having him all ready. Oh and Betty, I'll drop the volume back a little, say um... 20 ml. Not so close to his CEH, and he won't be quite as easily triggered. I'm sure you'll manage this time. Just be confident! You're in charge, and don't forget it."

She starts feeding the unit into Christopher's penis, for about the 10th time that evening. Talking as she does it.

"Oh, and Janet, while I remember, I want to show you something this time. You know the way he's always dribbling when he's aroused? It's particularly active when he's just been filled at these levels, as I expect you noticed. Well, the unit can stop that too. I'll show you. That clear fluid is an evolutionary feature, that aids intercourse by acting as a lubricant. It's also alkaline and helps sperm survive. Speaking in evolutionary terms, there was no downside to the dripping since cave men didn't have fine upholstery furniture, and carpet. Anyway, it comes from a couple of pea-sized glands off the urethra just below the prostate. Called Cowpers glands. My point being, that they are very close to the ejaculatory duct outlets. So, if I position the regulator a little lower, it will isolate them too, along with the ejaculatory ducts and prostatic outlets. You'll see. I'll just disconnect the tube for a while later to demonstrate. There now, that should be the right position. Then, the fluid... in it goes. Twenty one... oop, a little bit over. Twenty two ... ah, three. Hmm, with this fluid type the syringe slides easier than before. Actually come to think of it, with the orgasm inhibitor component, I could go higher so we have more fluid to work with. OK, lets try 35ml injaculated, so 37 on the syringe. I'll just wait a moment for the inhibitor to take effect, so he doesn't start having contractions immediately."

For about a minute she waits, while still talking. "If Christopher wasn't so spaced out on all the endorphins in his system from so many orgasms this evening, you'd see an entertaining effect with this large amount of injaculation. 35ml will put him about a third as much seminal dilation past what would produce a spontaneous orgasm. Except the inhibitor additive in this type of fluid will prevent the actual contractions from starting just from the dilation alone. However it only suppresses the contractions. His perceptions of being extremely full, and wanting to achieve orgasm and relief from the intense sense of sexual need would remain. He'll still have those, but since he's kind of dazed now, he won't be showing the effects so much. OK, that should be enough delay."

She slides the syringe plunger slowly down another 15 ml, then exclaims. "Oh dear me! That should have only been 14 ml. Anyway, now he's had 36 ml inserted. One extremely full boy. And now the disconnect. Betty, I'll take the regulator insert out right after demonstrating this pre-cum block, and you can have your turn then. His high dilation will partly counteract the orgasm inhibitor, so when you massage his prostate you'll only need to be a bit firmer than would normally be required to induce ejaculation. Don't worry if you take a while to find the pressure points to hold his fluids in during ejaculation, there's lots in him, and plenty more in the bag."

She's quickly pulling out the tube. Meanwhile Christopher's penis has rigidly erected as usual with the fresh seminal refill, and he's squirming again, undulating his hips and moaning sensually. Mrs Wilson runs her finger up from his perineum to the glans, squeezing out any remaining stray fluids. There's almost nothing. "When pulling out the whole thing there's always some leakage because of fluid remaining in the space around the probe head. But disconnecting it, leaving the head in place like this, there's almost no loss. Now, can we just sit him up or something for a few minutes? Cindy, can you and your two friends help hold him upright? Keep his legs apart so his erection stands clear... yes, that's good. Ha ha, now we make small talk while waiting for precum dribbles. Does anyone have any remaining questions?"

The ladies are standing around, chatting and making sure all the eats are eaten. Janet takes a couple more photos of Christopher's wildly erect shaft with its veins and almost surreal mushroom head, then fetches a plate with some remaining snacks and offers them to Marjorie. "You've been too busy to try my treats. We all greatly appreciate your generous gift of time this evening, so please, help yourself as we wait. Ah, quite a comical wait, isn't it? You're saying it's not going to happen at all?"

Mrs Wilson smiles and nibbles on a colourful thing made of cheese and shaved pickles on a cracker. "Mmm, very tasty. Nope, pre-cum dripping not going to happen. His erection will just stand there, entirely drip free. The funny thing is, he's still secreting that fluid, and it will build up in the space around the management unit. Eventually it will develop enough pressure to exit into his ejaculatory ducts, adding to the volume of fluid there. This is another technique that can be used to accelerate volume gains.

She laughs. "Ha ha... There's a minor but quite amusing side effect to this no-drips method, that you'd see if he's fitted with a regulator permanently later. Remember I mentioned what causes the blue balls effect? The Ampulla expelling their content into the lower ejaculatory ducts as the male's excitation nears peak. Causing an intensification of urge to ejaculate, due to the duct dilation increasing. Well, the accumulating pre-cum builds up around the management unit, and doesn't just gradually seep into the ejaculatory duct outlets. Those are always tightly closed except during orgasm. What happens is that pressure reaches a point where the pre-cum overcomes the outlet tightness, and there's a sudden squirt of the fluid upwards into the very lowest, most sensitive part of the ducts."

"You'll know it when you see it. The boy experiences a brief intense burst of orgasm-like sensation, as the fluid passes up through the duct outlets. Immediately followed by a sharp increase in urge, exactly like a serious case of blue balls. The fluid is not very viscous, and redistributes further up into the ducts and vesicles within a few minutes. The urge spike fades to his background level. When he's aroused and excreting pre-cum, this repeats at intervals determined by the rate of excretion. There's never been a boy in my experience who doesn't react visibly to the squirt-back sensation, so you'll know how often it happens. It's quite arousing for them, so there's a positive feedback that tends to increase their arousal. It can snowball ... ha ha we call it the blue balls snowball ... I've seen boys having these blue-ball bursts as often as every five minutes, then go into cum-event-horizon extended attempted ejaculation. In cases like that, it takes ice packs or removing the regulator if you need to bring them back down again quickly."

"Or you can just let them tire themselves out. It's harmless, and good exercise for him really."

"It's a mother's choice, to position the seminal regulator to allow precum to dribble out the usual way and have to deal with stains and cleanup, or to backflow his precum and deal with the potential need for intervention. Another factor is that overall the total accumulation of pre-cum tends to be quite significant. Backflowing it like Christopher is set up now, considerably raises the rate of seminal vesicle volume expansion and overall sexual display level."

"You don't have to stick with one way or the other. You can reposition it anytime to suit the situation, and depending on how susceptible he is to that blueball snowball effect. Switching it back and forth sometimes is a good way to get him accustomed to your authority over his sexuality, and work on cases of excessive modesty. Some mothers use this as entertainment for their get togethers; I'm sure you can see the appeal."

"Oh, and I never did expand on... ha ha, 'expand'. Anyway, about the side effect of prostatic fluid getting mixed in with seminal fluid and the mix flowing back up into the ejaculatory ducts. There's also fluid mixed in from the Ampulla, complete with sperm. So the whole milk shake is there, where in nature it would never be mixed and retained internally like that."

"It's not harmful, but... the sperm get activated by the mix, and start swimming. The chemical balance isn't what it normally is there. The prostatic fluid enzymes cause the seminal fluid to lose its viscosity. The whole mix infiltrates all the way up into the seminal vesicles eventually. It turns out that the altered chemistry, and perhaps the swimming sperm, stimulate the vesicles walls into higher secretion rates, and also tend to sensitize the stretch sensory neurons of the ejaculatory ducts. The overall result is about a 20% higher seminal production rate, hence pressure rise rate, and greater sensitivity to the increasing pressure. Also the less viscous fluid gets moved around easier by general internal movements, so more often tickling those ejaculatory duct nerves."

These stimulations make teens more horny than they would have been with just the building pressure alone. Huh. Come to think of it, it's much like what happens with that stimulant seminal substitute Christopher has in now. Heh, if that was left in there, along with the pre-cum backflow, the effect would be a tripple whammy! Still no dribbles I see. Janet, are you sure you don't want to leave him fitted with it after we finish up tonight?"

She picks another of the snacks and begins on it eagerly, apparently discovering that she is hungry. Janet replies. "You've almost talked me into it. But I really think I'd better have a talk with his mother first."

Meanwhile Sophie, who has been visibly struggling to appear less naive during the evening's events, is helping her friend Lily hold up one side of the barely conscious Christopher. Her position has put her directly adjacent to the boy's spectacular penis, and Sophie is mesmerised. Now she clears her throat. "Hc... hmm... ah, Mrs Wilson, I'd never seen a real penis before tonight. This... everyone says this is really unusual. I don't know... I have so many questions. Why is it like that? Does that skin... um... go back over it? It looks really tight at the back there. The funny shaped head part, it's so purple! Are they all like that? And... can I touch it?"

Mrs Wilson starts on a third cracker-based whimsy from the tray offered by Janet. Her eyebrows go up and she examines the thing more closely. "Goodness! That's very delicious. Tell me later how to make this, please? Hmm, Sophie, isn't it? It's such a charming twist of chance that the very first penis you see, is of a kind I've never seen in my whole career. In which I've seen thousands. Yes, I'm sure you can, right Janet?" Both look to Mrs Harper, questioningly, who smiles at Sophie. "Yes dear you may. I'm certain your mother wouldn't mind, in the circumstances."

Still munching, Mrs Wilson attempts to answer the questions. "Why? It's probably some recessive gene that gets activated very, very rarely, influencing natal differentiation of the penis. I don't think anyone knows, or has even studied it. I've never seen an explanation. It's rarer than hermaphodism, but unlike that range of development mixups, this one has no known functional defects. In fact... ha ha, I think most women would agree it has a strong fascination factor. One wonders, what does it feel like? That great round ridge... It's quite bestial, isn't it? Reminiscent of horses. Well, I suppose I shall never know."

Sophie is reaching a hesitant hand to the organ, and has just lightly touched the rim of Christopher's glans as Mrs Wilson mentions horses. She blushes strikingly at that moment. Her friend snickers. "Oh Sophie, what were you thinking?

Mrs Wilson laughs soundly. "HA HA HA, well we shall never know that either. If..."

She is interrupted by her cell phone ringing, in her bag. "Excuse me. That's not supposed to happen unless..." She picks it up and answers. "Yes? Dr Wilson here." Her expression clouds rapidly. "Oh no! Are the protocols in place?" She listens some more. "Yes, I can make the airport by then. If I go straight from here. Can you pack some clothes for me?" .... "OK, I'll be on my way immediately. Goodbye."

Suddenly she is tossing things into her bag, talking rapidly. "Janet, I'm so sorry. An unfortunate situation has arisen, and I must leave in haste. I'll be in touch by email. You have my contact details, and you can discuss any issues you have with Christopher here with my assistant at the Institute."

She's packed the seminal management tubing and other things into her bag, tossing in the anatomical model too. She glances at Christopher as she stands up, closing the bag. "The unit he's wearing. Don't have time to take it out, sorry. Doesn't matter. He's quite full and he'll certainly complain, but it's beneficial and I strongly advise to leave it there. A few weeks like that will rectify his stunted capacity, which he does need. I have a spare probe head in my bag and I need a working set with me so I simply can't leave you the management tubing. You were thinking of getting him fitted anyway."

Walking briskly to the door, she hurriedly gives some last words.

"He'll exhibit pronounced libido due to his quite high dilation, plus the slow release additives. Those will all remain effective for at least a month, and his secretions will accumulate so his libido will steadily increase. If his behavior due to this becomes too much of a problem you can get another of this model from the Institute. They are interchangeable so you can use the management tubing set to relieve some of his pressure."

"But I don't expect any problems in only a few weeks of holding. That will be good for him. Just be strict with his behavior till his mother returns. She can decide how she wants to proceed. Whether to remove it or enrol him and continue."

"Sorry Betty and Judy, no milking practice tonight. Next time. I'll be back er... in a few weeks. Probably. Bye!"

Her final words were called out from the hallway, then the front door closes behind her. A few moments later a car starts up outside, and leaves, engine running fast.

Everyone in the room is stunned silent. Terry is the first to speak. "Wowee! Sounds like the cavalry to the rescue! Mom, what are 'protocols'?"

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