School Doctor Strips Schoolboys Ch. 01

"You have a large and loose scrotal sac. It is normal to have one testicle hang lower than the other. Now let's just measure your growth."

Whaaaaat? But incredibly it was happening. Johnny felt her press the end of the tape hard against his pubic bone - right in there with his hair - and stretch it along the curved, rock-hard length of his penis. Oh Jesus, he thought! Doctor Speight struggled to accommodate the banana-bend, pressing the tape along the upper side of his appendage and making a third attempt before announcing, "Six inches! Absolutely normal. Of course you may continue to grow. And remember, nothing to fret about in that curvature. It has no effect on function. And now...the circumference..."

The doctor went to the desk and sat down and made a quick call to- he thought- the principal's secretary, something along the lines of "being ready now." Presumably for the next poor sucker and his ritual humiliation.

The doctor then asked him to come over to the desk and sit on the chair directly in front of it. Aware his projection was jiggling in the air in front of him he stalked across, like a barefoot Indian patrolling the forest floor. That's what I am, he thought- a naked Indian brave taken prisoner by this woman and stripped of my loin cloth and examined. He lowered his bare buttocks onto the leather of the chair, his curved erection rising from his lap. But, on the other side of the table, she could not see it. This, at least, was comfort.

"Now Johnny..."

She gazed across the litter of her desk, sweetly looking into his nervous eyes.

"...because this is a review of boys' development, I need to ask some questions. I don't want you to be embarrassed. All the boys have answered them. The questions are about your personal habits..."

He knew what was coming.

But it didn't reduce the shame. He reddened all over again and lowered his eyes.

"...when it comes to masturbation."

She let the awful word hang in the air, accusingly.

"Johnny..."

Her voice was several octaves higher. She sound rehearsed.

"...from my inspection of your penis it is obvious that, like many boys, you engage in this practice. Is that true?"

Oh no, he couldn't lie. She had noticed the somewhat worn skin, folds and wrinkles. Maybe there were other give-always vouchsafed only for doctors. He was looking down. From his groin the fat head of his prick was grinning back up at him. It had let him down.

He couldn't look at her. He nodded, barely perceptibly.

She briskly put follow-up questions. Her prisoner- yes, a nude young Indian brave questioned by a female doctor on behalf of the US cavalry- sat humiliated and gulped out his answers.

Yes, as a rule he indulged once a day, sometimes more, definitely more on weekends. No, his mother did not know. No, had not caught him at it. No, she had never commented on stains on his pyjamas or sheets. Yes, he was aware that sometimes he had produced these tell-tale signs. Cold cream? Sometimes. Vaseline? Generally.

She asked him if he was aware of how unhealthy this addiction was? He said he didn't want to do it but found it hard to resist. Yes, he conceded, he did it because it gave him pleasure. He was drenched in shame at this particular confession. Gave me pleasure. Dirty, unhealthy pleasure, he thought ashamed.

Maybe, he thought, like a drowning man grasping at some hope, she is going to help me. At the end of these questions send me to a male doctor who will cure me. If...I confess the awful truths.

"Johnny," she continued, reading his mind. "If I am to help you reverse this unhealthy habit then I need to know what makes you excited. Let me ask...well, one boy today admitted he got excited looking at his muscles in the mirror and taking showers with the other boys..."

That's Eddie Whyte, thought Johnny in a flash. Always, without fail, sporting a hardon when he steps into the showers. Once when they were alone he had insisted on soaping Johnny's back. Weakly, Johnny had agreed and soon felt the head of Eddie's erection pressed into his buttocks as if seeking admission. Johnny had fled.

Now, Johnny shook his head. No, this stuff did not excite him.

Ladies underwear advertisements? His sisters' underwear? Girls in swimsuits at the pool? Thinking about the girls in your class with their clothes off? Magazines with women in their underwear? Different parts of female bodies- legs, feet?

He thought for a second. Then shook his head.

Doctor Speight closed in.

"Johnny, some men and boys get excited at the thought of..."

She spoke slowly. She enunciated every syllable.

"...at the thought of being naked...totally undressed...naked as the day that they were born..."

Johnny's erection hardened. A drop of moisture appeared on its tip. She couldn't see his cock but she could not mistake the ripple that was moving through his nude, white body, as a thrilling shame washed over him.

So she drew it out, cruelly, scientifically.

"Yes, some boys and men- more than is commonly realised- get terribly excited at the thought of going naked...nude, in their birthday suits...bare as boards...like you are now...in the company of girls or women who are..."

It was clear her words had sent the boy into the throes of some nameless emotion. He was trembling. His eyes were swimming. Yes, she thought triumphantly, I picked it! She would love, she thought, to see his penis, now sheltered by the desk: "I bet he's stiffer than before...I bet he's emitting fluid, throbbing away with my word pictures..."

She continued.

"...females who are...fully dressed. Entirely dressed while the male is trapped...without a stitch."

He was silent, shaking all over, his eyes distant and possessed.

She slowly rose, moved from behind the desk and stood above him. Yes! His erection pulsed and throbbed. His emission- clear and sticky- was flowing from his urethra, a runnel of guilty fluid from his mushroomy head.

The poor perverted young fella, she thought. She tousled his oiled black hair.

"That's what excites you, isn't it, Johnny?"

He gulped back tears.

"Thoughts of being trapped in the bath, when a party of girls bursts in...?"

He slowly nodded, shamed that she was reading the trail of fantasies left behind in his mind.

"...of being caught by girl guides when you are skinny dipping, being trapped by naughty, curious girls..."

That too was a staple of his diseased mind. He shook all over.

"That thought excites you, Johnny, doesn't it?"

He nodded, ashamed.

"You naked. The girls dressed, laughing at you."

A tear rolled down a cheek. His penis slit drooled, his erection jerked. He knew she could see it.

"...oh yes, I know what boys like you think about. I interview a lot of boys your age. And, of course, the most common trigger seems to be the thought of a medical examination at the hands of a female doctor. That makes a lot of boys get very hot and bothered."

Her hand was patting his head. He was astonished, that she could read his inner-most thoughts.

There was a knock at the door.

Doctor Speight could make out two female figures behind the frosted glass. Johnny, however, sat with his back to the door.

"Come in," said the doctor. The door opened abruptly. Johnny looked over his shoulder and saw Miss Assam, the tall, lanky secretary to the principal and Olivia Pucker, a senior girl with plaited auburn hair and granny glasses, freckle faced.

God! Olivia Pucker! Her prominent front teeth gave her plain farm-girl features a rodent caste. Indeed a certain predatory air took over, at this moment. And why not? Each night under the sheets she would roll-up her absurdly girlish frilly nightie and plunge her fingers into her soupy vagina, drifting in a world of lascivious fantasies. All to do with the boys at school; all to do with her peeling their clothes off. Or ordering them to peel their clothes off...and having her way with them.

Olivia Pucker had never seen a naked boy in her life.

She was looking at one now, seated next to the doctor! Oh my God! That's Johnny Marcello! Naked as the day that he was born! Naked, on that chair! And with...something like a big banana...with a pink nob on the end...sticking up out of his lap...God! Stiff, and pointing up, and curved! Rising out of some loose squishy flesh covered in hair in his groin...

Jesus, she couldn't believe what she was seeing! For the first time in her life: a naked young man! Not in her fantasies but in real life.

Horrified, Johnny crossed his legs...one leg over the other in a second flat...to trap his pounding erection and cover it with a thigh. Then he lent forward, arms on his thighs. To shield himself. From this awful girl, and Miss Assam.

He felt very, very exposed. Even with his legs crossed, with him leaning forward over his lap. He felt...very naked.

It turned out that Olivia had had to leave her class with some terrible tummy upset and reported to the principal's office and Miss Assam thought she was in a bad way and felt she had to bring her here even if the doctor was in the middle of an examination...

"Oh, young Johnny here won't mind," chimed Doctor Speight. "I'll return to him in a moment."

Miss Assam, lanky arms crossed over her flat breasts, stood appraising the contorted nude boy blushing like a fire hydrant. "But I don't think this boy likes the idea of being trapped like this with all this female activity around him."

Olivia was at looking at Johnny intently.

"Goodness, Johnny, the last thing Miss Assam or this young lady is interested in is seeing you without your clothes."

The looks of the two females gave the lie to this old-wives' tale, served up to embarrassed naked boys in the company of women from time immemorial. Johnny felt their eyes all over him, especially his exposed hips and thighs. For both of them a treat like this was rare: a shirtless laborer on a building site, the Greek athlete in marble in the foyer of the art museum, rumors of the nude male swimming at the Y or in the boys-only swim class.

Right now, however, here was a handsome athletic male, one hundred percent stripped off. Trapped, right in front of them, although sheltering his midriff from their eyes by that forward leaning crouch.

The three females started to fuss. First, they had to take Olivia's temperature, then her blood pressure. Chattering all the time they moved across the surgery, the girl and the secretary taking smirking looks at Johnny at every opportunity. Then it was a matter of getting the girl up on the table and the doctor began to feel her abdomen although there was no question of her undressing.

"Do you examine all the boys naked?" asked Miss Assam, idly looking across at trapped Johnny. "That boy is without a stitch." Her tone of voice suggested she was being mischievous, making the boy shrink with shame. In any case she knew the answer to her question.

"Oh, yes. It's the most efficient way. Let's me do all of my tests with a minimum of fuss."

"Bet they don't like that, not one little bit."

All three females were staring at the seated, crouching boy. He nearly fainted with shame and pressed down even harder to shield his modesty.

"Well, you know, while most are subject to that silly adolescent embarrassment there are some who seem not to mind, even to enjoy the experience."

Johnny thought, she means me!

Olivia's mind was racing, while she lay on the table, the doctor feeling her tummy, checking her nonexistent cramp. Lying head on her side, she was able to stare at the sheltering, naked, seated boy. And she was thinking, "It was worth it! It was definitely worth it! Making up that dumb story about tummy cramps...getting out of that boring Business Studies class...going to the principal's office and pretending I was about to collapse with pain...JUST TO BE BROUGHT IN HERE! Knowing that she was examining boys...and knowing that she makes them strip naked! And...BINGO! It's Johnny Macello! The handsome Johnny Marcello! And he's one hundred percent naked, and I saw HIS THING! Now look at him, blushing like a fire hydrant, crouching on the chair to stop me seeing more of it- that thing that was sticking up curved like a banana...with a big pink hat on the end...and I guess that other bit- squishy and hairy- is what naughty girls call 'balls' when they whisper about these things. Oh, pleaaaaaaaase, Doctor, make him stand up...Johnny Marcello in the nude standing up...that curved thing standing up, too...that hat on the end...and yes, HIS BALLS! I wanna see THEM! Oh, pleaaaaaase Doctor! Don't let this end with me going back to class without seeing him standing up...front-on!"

And as the doctor felt and massaged around the prone girl's tummy tall, skinny Miss Assam looked sideways to the nude boy, so reminiscent of Rodin's seated nude, The Thinker. Her thoughts raced, "The fifth one I've seen today- yes, me, bursting into this room with Doctor Speight's encouragement. This is the best part of my job: her medical examinations of the boys. She's an old friend, and we both relish putting these arrogant young males in their place. And fella, you can blush and bend over all you like but let me tell you this. She's let me see your classmates stark naked and erect- oh, about a dozen this week- and I doubt very much she's gonna let you stay sheltered while us females are itching for a good show. Why, this girl Olivia is one after my own heart. Like me she wants to see what you've got rising out of your groin. Indeed, what I glimpsed as we burst in looked very, very interesting..."

Doctor Speight interrupted her thoughts saying- in words that thrilled both females, "Johnny..."

A pause.

"...Johnny, be a helpful fella and trot over to the sink in the corner and boil some water...and then pour it carefully into that hot water bottle that you can find over in my cabinet...oh, and one of the towels from the cupboard in the corner..."

He gulped.

"You mean...me? Get up?"

"Yes, silly fella, you...UP!"

He froze.

The three females stared at him.

"Can I put my...underpants on?"

"Oh goodness, you are are a very conceited young man indeed, to imagine that all we want to look at is the sight of you without a stitch. I've got a good mind to..."

And she seemed to think, finger to lips.

"...yes, I know what I'll do. Olivia, do you study biology? Human biology?"

Sensing something wonderful she answered, "Er...yes...yes, Doctor..."

"And perhaps Art- art history, drawing, sketching...the human form..."

"Oh, Doctor, I love Art...history...the Greeks especially...statues, vase painting..."

"Well...I wonder if you have ever had the opportunity to see the male form in real life? And if you would find it at all helpful?"

"Oh Doctor, we can never see the real thing. Models? Never. And biology...yes, so hard without..."

"I understand," said doctor Speight. "Johnny, stand up."

His eyes bulged, like those of a frightened animal.

"But..." He sputtered.

"Johnny, I don't want to have to report to your mother. On our recent conversation just now."

She paused.

"Up."

He rose from his seat, bent over, arms crossed in front, hands pressed to his groin.

Miss Assam and Olivia stared, feeling flushed and warm. Behind their glasses their eyes beamed with the liveliest interest. But the boy was persisting in covering his genitals.

"Arms by your side. And stand over here."

He crouched over to her.

"Oh, straighten up!"

There was no alternative for the trapped boy.

He straightened. Moved his arms to his sides. Revealed everything.

They stared at him.

Said the doctor: "Well, as you can see Olivia, he is a fine specimen of young manhood, this Johnny Marcello."

The girl raised herself from the bed, sat on its edge.

Three feet from Johnny's midriff, she nodded her agreement. He was a fine specimen. Her bespectacled eyes moved greedily over his body.

His penis curved out and up at them, rock-hard.

The doctor decided to address this question, she could hardly ignore it.

"Well, as you can see, Olivia, Johnny is in what we call 'a state of erection.' That's when his sex organ- what we call his penis- stretches and stands up."

The girl nodded, staring reverently. She had overheard conversations among girls who did "dating." She had puzzled at whispered references to something like this phenomenon.

The doctor approached the boy. "The penis is only one part of a male's organs. This here is another. It is Johnny's scrotum, a bag, hanging below his penis. In most boys it becomes small and tight and barely visible when the boy is in an erect state but Johnny's still hangs remarkably loose. See? You can make out the two testicles or testes outlined inside it. One lower than the other - that's normal. They roll around...inside the boy's wrinkly sack. Two...see?"

She lightly touched Johnny's beanbag. He felt her long finger nail stroke his left testicle. It lingered. He shivered. The thrill travelled up his body, up his penis.

Olivia nodded. Miss Assam looked on.

"Johnny perhaps you might share with us the nick-name boys give this part of their anatomy?"

Johnny gulped. Blushed.

"Olivia, boys have the silliest names for their private parts. Go on, Johnny, share them. And if you are embarrassed...well, think next time you engage in smutty talk with your friends."

She took hold of his scrotal sack, made him wince, scared of pain being added to his humiliation. "Johnny...what is the nick name...for...this?"

She tightened. The threat was clear.

The words popped out.

"B...b...balls."

"And the bag that holds your precious 'balls' or, as I prefer, your testicles or testes? What is the smutty term you and your friends use?"

He blushed.

"B...b...beanbag," he stuttered.

Triumphant Doctor Speight lifted the object and offered it for freckle faced Olivia to inspect.

"Well, I suppose there's a logic to this: balls indeed. But beanbag! Truly! See, Olivia?"

The scrotum lay displayed in her palm, as if on a plate, the skin holding the two clearly defined marbles. The girl nodded, smiling, her buck teeth exposed.

"Although we prefer the correct language, not the smutty slang, and the correct terms are, again...scrotum, for the bag that holds the objects and dangles here between a boy's thighs..."

Both Miss Assam and Olivia smiled broadly at the ridiculous concept: a purse, or bag, hanging between one's legs.

"...yes, that's right, you are not the only female to think they look funny...and aren't we lucky we females aren't condemned to wear them! So that's the scrotum...and then we have testicles, the term for the two round objects within the bag. And..."

She dropped the testicles and ran her finger up the ventral side, or underside, of Johnny's erection. He shuddered with shame.

"...this is his penis stem. Note the network of lovely blue veins, running this way and that. Like a street map! As delicate as China, some of the smaller ones."

The three leaned in close. The doctor's long finger nail slowly traced the boy's filagree of decorative veins, at this moment filled with blood. The boy shuddered as the tingles ran through his cock, his whole body.

"Because of Johnny's erection we are forced to contemplate the underside of his penis, the ventral side. Note this bulging vein. It's called the ventral vein. On the penis stem. Stem- Johnny's is different from most other boys'. Most are straight. In an erect state they point out and up without a curve. Johnny's has a very pronounced...bend to it."

"Like a banana," suggested the girl helpfully.

Both women laughed and looked Johnny in the eye.

The boy hung his head with humiliation.

These females were mocking the shape of his dick.

"Exactly, like a banana! And Johnny is very self conscious about it but when I inspected him earlier I explained that it- his organ- will function normally when it is time for him to think about raising a family."