Craig & Irene Ch. 03byjeffrey214©
This story contains Femdom themes -- including dominant older women and submissive younger men, and perhaps some occasional F/m spanking. If this sort of theme does not appeal to you, please check out some other author's stories on Literotica that will better suit your tastes.
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The "Craig & Irene" story is a spin-off from chapter 8 of "Ms. Andre dates my dad." I got so many complements regarding the 'Craig & Irene' side-story, that I've begun to give their adventure its own separate tale. I hope that many readers will continue to enjoy Craig's journey to become a true slut-boy.
This story is dedicated to all the Ladies in their 50's and 60's out there who are still hot women - your sure hands and knowing, comforting smiles are so good for us younger boys, who need your nurturing attention to our youthful genitals...
Craig & Irene - the Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Ch.03
Inside the Mansion:
Craig walked through the big oak doors and found a very comfortable reception area with warm and homey furnishings. There were three well dressed women, seemingly near the age of his Aunt Irene, sitting in various chairs and the sofa while sipping tea and chatting.
The ladies looked up to see Craig entering with a look of wonder and confusion on his face. They smiled at him and a buxom brunette in a red dress and a black hat said, "Don't worry, dear, the reception area for boys is just down the hall. Is this your first time here?"
He nodded, and the three women grinned again knowingly. "Well," said the brunette as she eyed him up and down, "I'm sure you'll make a wonderful addition to the swim team."
Just then, a young girl of about 25 dressed in a white nursing uniform walked up, her white heels clicking on the parquet flooring and her large bosom jiggling with each step.
The brunette said, "Ah, there's Caroline now, she'll take charge of you dear." The women all smiled at the boy and the brunette added, "I'm sure we'll see you again soon, as there's a scheduled swimming practice within the hour."
The young girl in white had now made her way to them and, taking Craig by the hand she said, "Hi Craig, you can call me Caroline. I'll be taking you to Nurse Wanda right away so that we can get your physical exam and grooming taken care of before swimming practice starts."
The young nurse was smiling, and Craig thought he heard the slightest twitter of a giggle from one of the seated mature ladies, but he thought nothing of it.
He let himself be led by Caroline down the hallway and into a large room. This must have been a conservatory, thought Craig, since the Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen was fashioned from an enormous turn-of-the-century mansion. The room was brightly lit, bathed in white paint and with a white floor. There were white metal chairs set up in sort of a 'gallery', capable of seating about a dozen persons. Opposite the chairs, in the middle of a wide-open space, was a white medical exam table, complete with stirrups and straps.
Craig knew all about that sort of table from his previous 'treatments' at the Andre Clinic for Male Genital Health - it was there that he was first milked, and the doctor had prescribed his milking schedule and the application of his genital development cream and his daily pill.
He got a sort of 'falling' sensation in his tummy as Caroline led him straight away toward the table as she said, "Nurse Wanda is in charge of all the boys' personal grooming, and she will be in shortly to examine you and see to it that you are suitably clean and fresh like all our boys must be. She'll see to it that all your pubic hair is removed from your genital area - and I'm sure you'll look very nice, dear."
The girl's eyes sparkled as she said this with a smile, making everything seem so normal and natural. She continued, "Let's get you out of your clothes so that you're ready to go when Nurse Wanda arrives."
"Uh, ok," mumbled Craig.
It felt strange to have someone help him undress, but it seemed that Caroline was in a hurry. Her hands were all over him, unbuttoning, unfastening, unzipping, and pulling things off and pulling things down. Craig hardly had to lift a finger before he found himself standing before Caroline in nothing save his little pink pouch panties.
The young woman smiled when she saw them, "Oh, your pouch panties are very pretty, Craig," she said. "They are such a wonderful invention the way they present a boy's genitals so nicely. In fact, all our swimming uniforms are based on the pouch-concept of presenting male genitals properly for the visual enjoyment of our Boosters. Isn't that nice?"
"Uh, I guess so..." mumbled Craig, feeling quite embarrassed and beginning to blush.
"Ah, here they come," said Caroline, as she looked over Craig's shoulder. Craig turned his head to see a mature, petite brunette woman in a lab coat walking into the room from a side door, smiling happily at Craig. She was followed by 6 or 8 well dressed women in their 50's and 60's. Craig noticed that the three women he had seen in the lobby were not among this crowd.
Caroline said, "Why Craig, how nice, Nurse Wanda has a few of our Boosters with her. They will be observing your exam and grooming, and perhaps they'll even lend a hand to prepare you for swimming. Our Boosters are very involved and active with our swim club, and they take an intimate interest in each of our boys. I'm sure you'll be meeting every one of them soon."
"Oh..." said Craig, as he watched the mature ladies file in and take their seats very gracefully. They were all dressed in beautiful summer dresses of every pastel color and pattern. Some wore gloves and hats, and all of them were smiling and nodding greetings towards the boy. He smiled back sheepishly, blushing, and his hands accidentally found themselves crossed in front of him to hide his sheer pink pouch.
"Now, Craig," said Caroline as she gave a 'tsk' sound with her tongue, "good boys keep their hands at their sides like a gentleman. Good boys never try to hide or cover their genitals, dear..."
"Yes, Ma'am," he whispered as his hands dropped back to his sides.
Nurse Wanda drew his attention, "Hi Craig, I'm Nurse Wanda and I'll be performing your exam and handling your grooming needs, sweetie. All the boy's call me 'Nursey', and you're welcome to do so as well."
The mature nurse seemed to be in her late 50's, and was a handsome brunette. He hardly had time to give her a good looking over before Nursey moved behind him and was bending down and taking hold of the waist band of his pouch panties.
She said, "Hold still honey, and we'll get your pouch-panties down for the ladies. Just relax and feel proud that all us girls are interested in your beautiful penis and testicles."
Nurse Wanda bent down with her knees tight together and squatted in a very ladylike way as she slipped Craig's underwear slowly down, revealing his naked genitals to the gallery of boosters. Craig noted that she had positioned him to be facing the gallery, and he saw that all the seated ladies, and Caroline too, were looking at his groin.
Nurse Wanda took her time carefully drawing the panties down and helping Craig step slowly out of them, almost as if she was making it take extra time for the benefit of the Boosters, who all seemed to be happily enjoying the view.
Wanda left Craig standing there completely naked, facing the gallery, as she took her time putting his pouch panties neatly folded on the pile of his other clothes. Once she had done so, Caroline picked them up with a smile and took them out of the room by the same side door.
Craig now had no clothing in a room filled with mature women. He felt those submissive feelings in his tummy as he stood there, letting all the women look at his pink penis and testicles as they dangled in front of his pale thighs. At least it seemed that his audience liked what they saw.
Nurse Wanda took his arm and led him to the table. "Hop up here, dear," she said kindly, "and we'll get you situated in the stirrups properly."
Craig soon found himself on his back with his legs high and wide in the air. His genitals, bottom, and entire groin area were lewdly exposed to the gallery of Booster ladies, who were seated just a few feet away.
Wanda chatted as she went around Craig's reclining body, fixing the leather straps firmly, but not too tight. "So, dear, what I'm going to do this morning is a very normal part of your stay here at the Institute. I'm going to shave you below the waist today, and tomorrow I'll do your upper body. It's important for a good swimmer to be free of body hair as he glides frictionless through the water."
She finished strapping him in, and then rolled a tray with water, towels, foam and razors near to the exam table.
She continued speaking as she began to wipe foam onto his feet and legs, and then set to with the razor. "I'll remove the hair from your legs first, which will make you look just delightful, by the way. Then, I'll take my time to be very careful as I remove all your pubic hair stubble. It is best for a good boy to have very clean and fresh genitals, without any nasty hairs or stubble in the way."
There were slight murmurs of approval emanating from the gallery, but since he was strapped down to the exam table, Craig couldn't see the women who were no doubt staring between his spread thighs and whispering to one another.
Soon Nurse Wanda had finished with his legs and she began to put the shaving foam all over his tummy, his inner thighs and crotch, and on his genitals. He felt the razor begin its round-about journey as Nurse Wanda worked from the outer regions ever closer to his tender and vulnerable private parts.
She was obviously expert, because in what seemed a very short time, she had finished everything but his penis and scrotum themselves.
Craig felt the mature woman's gentle hands as she efficiently manipulated his soft genitals into positions to afford the razor to do its work. Rather quickly, she was wiping him down with a warm wet cloth.
Craig thought she was finished, but then he felt Wanda's hands on his genitals again, applying some sort of lotion.
She said, "Almost through, dear, but we must have a second go at your pretty penis and testicles so that we leave no stubble. I'm going to ask a few of the Boosters to come and help make sure your genitals are properly bare."
In a flash there were two women standing with smiling faces on either side of Craig's hips and another was next to Wanda between his spread thighs. Wanda said, "These nice ladies will help me find any areas that need another go, and help hold you in a good position for very close shaving."
The ladies all bent over and used their sharp eyes to examine every millimeter of his genitals, prodding and pulling with their soft and warm hands as they searched for any offending hairs. They found many areas that needed a touch up, and they were very helpful to stretch his skin so that the razor could pass safely, amid copious whispering and giggling.
Honestly, it was like these mature mothers and grandmothers were high school girls, seeing and touching their first naked boy - such was their obvious delight with their important and helpful duties. With all the attention, Craig felt the stirrings of arousal in his groin, even though he had been thoroughly milked by his Aunt Irene just more than an hour ago.
Again the wiping with the wet cloth was accomplished, and Nurse Wanda pronounced Craig to be well groomed and completely bare down there.
Craig thought the ordeal was completed, and his arousal was soooo embarrassing. He felt very helpless as his penis began to throb and lengthen right before the women's eyes. Then Nursey produced a bottle of special 'after-genital-shaving" lotion, and asked the boosters to help apply it.
For the next 15 minutes, an unknown number of hands took turns 'helping' apply the lotion and rub it in thoroughly. Needless to say, this resulted in Craig's penis becoming fully erect under the tender and affectionate care of the mature women.
"Oh, my," said Nurse Wanda with mock surprise, "Your penis is erect, Craig." She looked at her watch, and said, "I guess it is time for you to be milked, isn't it dear? And that will be good since you'll be going directly to swim class from here, and our uniforms really don't have space for an erect boy..."
The whole team of Boosters assisted Nurse Wanda in unfastening Craig's bonds and releasing him from the table. He was surrounded by smiling Boosters as Nurse Wanda led him to the next room with his erect penis throbbing and bobbing with his every step - much to the delight of the diligently attentive boosters. Craig felt so embarrassed to be erect in front of these women, and he blushed profusely.
It was another room, completely white, with another gallery of chairs set opposite a strange padded table-looking thing covered in white leather as had been the medical exam table he'd just come from. The table was in the shape of a "Y", with the spread arms of the 'Y' facing the gallery. There were straps on every part of the table.
After puzzling a few seconds, Craig noticed a small glass beaker in a stand just below where the arms of the 'Y' parted. His tummy rolled as he realized that this was some sort of specially designed milking table, and that he was about to be strapped to the table and milked as the Boosters watched, and possibly even participated.
A chill ran up his spine as nurse Wanda did indeed begin to help him onto the table.
She said, "Craig, this is our special milking table. It is designed so that a boy's semen can be taken very comfortably and efficiently. I'm sure you'll get used to it, because you'll have many milkings here on this table."
Once they had trussed him up completely, he found himself completely helpless and immobilized. Lying face down on the table, with his wrists cuffed above his head on the long stalk of the 'Y'. There were straps around his upper back and across his hips just above the cleft of his bottom.
From there, his legs were spread in a wide 'V' on the two arms of the 'Y', and there were straps across his thighs and ankles. The juncture of the 'Y' had an extra rounded opening, such that his genitals were hanging completely bare and accessible, directly over the semen collection beaker.
He was completely at the mercy of Nurse Wanda and the enthusiastic and supportive Boosters, with his erect penis and full testes hanging freely beneath his prone and restrained body. He knew that the women could do anything they wanted with his genitals and he would be helpless to resist.
Nurse Wanda turned a crank a few times and Craig's legs were forced even wider apart as the arms of the 'Y' spread wider, making him feel ever more open and vulnerable to the women's eyes and hands. Wanda pulled up a stool and sat down just beside Craig's left hip, and gently began to fondle the boy's large and stiffly erect penis.
He was so helpless as his legs were forced apart. In so doing, the cheeks of his bottom were also forced apart, revealing the tender pink valley between them and the dark rosette of his anus. He closed his eyes and shivered at the feeling of being so helplessly exposed to the interested eyes and caressing fingers of Nurse Wanda and her Booster Club helpers.
Wanda said, "Craig, I want you to relax and breathe deeply for us. That's a good boy. Now just keep your mind on the fact of how utterly naked and helpless you are. We are all looking at your delicious genitals and cute bottom, and I am caressing your swollen and stiff penis. We can all see your throbbing purple head clearly, and you're already leaking little pearls of pre-seminal fluid..."
He felt her soft and warm hand caressing his shaft and encircling the ridge of his head as she slowly massaged him. She said, "Since we don't have a lot of time, I'm going to have make you ejaculate quickly, dear. But don't worry, at other times, we can spend as much as an hour taking semen from you, and we'll have that chance soon enough."
She took a firm grip on his shaft and began to pump downward, hand-over-hand in very much the same way as his Aunt Irene would do. He tried to relax, but the stimulation to his penis was very strong and he could already feel the urgency begin to grow for ejaculation.
He couldn't help but gasp, "Oooohhh..." when he felt another set of hands take his testes and begin to massage them between warm knowing fingers. Other hands soon joined them, to caress his inner thighs, his bottom, his back and even his shoulders. He opened his eyes to confirm that the boosters were surrounding him, caressing him everywhere on his bound and helpless body.
Many mature voices began to say soft comforting things, in no certain rhythm or formula, but the cooing voices were very nurturing and brought up greater feelings of weakness and submission for Craig. He felt his body relaxing under their experienced touch and their comforting voices.
He felt soft fingers exploring the tender cleft of his bottom with gentle caresses. He moaned as the careful hands stretched his testicles just a little, as a voice said, "Deep breaths for us, honey..."
The voices said things as the hands caressed his body, such as, "Sweet boy," "nice soft bottom," "full manly testes," "make big juicy spurts for us, dear," "relax and just let it happen," "we'll take good care of your genitals," "you can do it, honey," "such a stiff penis," "be a good boy," and "let nurse Wanda have your semen, dear."
It only took a few minutes with all this stimulation, and he could feel his ejaculation approaching. He began to pant and moan, writhing against his bonds and gasping as the Nurse's expert hands increased their speed and pressure, pleasuring the boy's penis and driving him right to the edge and beyond.
Wanda said, "Make us proud with big spurts, Craig, we know you can do it."
The other voices chimed it, "Yes, big spurts, dear" "make a nice big cum for us with your big juicy penis, honey," "don't hold back, sweetheart," "be a good boy and give us some big-boy spurts,".
"Urghhhhhh...." Craig groaned, as his first spurt of semen splashed into the beaker, followed by several more as Nurse Wanda worked his stiff cock and milked him thoroughly.
The Boosters all made gleeful noises and praised the boy for his spurts of rich boy juice, and a couple of them gave him playful swats on his round white bottom in time with his spurts and spurring him on with nurturing encouragement to spurt again and again for them.
When he finally could give no more spurts, all the hands caressed him more gently. The hands on his testicles continued to massage softly, and Nurse Wanda continued to slowly stroke his softening penis downward, eliciting little pearls of extra semen every few strokes.
This 'after-ejaculation' time lasted quite a while, with Craig feeling very much loved and cared for by the Nurse and the Boosters. They never ceased whispering compliments and encouraging things into his ears as they caressed the spent and relaxed boy.
"Such a good boy," "We're very proud of you, honey," "That was a very good ejaculation, dear," "You gave so much semen, sweetheart," "My, what a manly cum, we are so pleased with you," "You're a very good boy, dear..."
The boy was completely relaxed and spent as he lay under the soft caresses and nurturing whispers of the ladies. His genitals felt very well-cared-for, fully emptied and relieved of pressure. Even soft now, he still enjoyed how the mature hands were taking turns feeling his genitals so tenderly and with so much care, as yet other hands caressed his bottom and inner thighs as soft voices continued to praise him.
For their part, the mature women had greatly enjoyed the boy's ejaculation. Letting their hands roam all over his young muscular flesh, copping feels of his intimate and tender boy-parts at will, and most of them had bent over to watch his youthful and virile spurts of semen as they poured from the head of his penis into the collection beaker.