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Click hereShe sprinkled baby powder onto the parts near the boy's crotch that would produce friction as he walked, something she wouldn't even think of doing to one of the animals she usually treated. Sprinkles of baby powder tingled on the skin of his inner thighs as the gloved hand of Theresa Edwards, now covered in a generous amount of baby oil, touched on his scrotum.
"Feels nice, doesn't it?" she asked as she applied the oil to his sac and groin area.
"MmmmmmMMMMMM," he replied and Theresa ran her gloved hand up the length of his erect shaft, also covering it in baby oil. He squirmed as her other hand tickled his scrotum, producing very pleasurable sensations.
Thinking she would stop it after a few strokes, James tried to savour the moment as well he could. But she didn't stop. The doctor continued slowly stroking his erect member with her oily gloved hand. Her other hand continued to play with his testicles, making the boy squirm even more.
Theresa didn't pick up the pace though, keeping at a slow and steady pace that would keep the boy at the brink of an amazing orgasm for a few minutes at least. The soundproofed walls blocked outsiders from hearing the loud moans of pleasure escaping from the boy's mouth as the doctor toyed with him ever more, her hand still agonizingly slowly stroking his penis.
His eyes begged hers for an orgasm, but she wanted him here. She wanted him to know, that she had full control over him for his entire stint as a patient of Bethlem Mental Institute. Dr. Edwards wouldn't budge, wouldn't comply with his wishes to be brought to an immediate release. Theresa loved toying with him, as her hand still, ever slowly pumped his large knob.
Right hand still pumping, her left hand turned her playful tickling of his sac into a sensual massage of it, her fingers digging deep into his testicles. She wanted to massage the boy's prostate again, but felt the rectal dilator placed exactly on his prostate gland should be of enough help. James's moans grew louder and louder with every agonizing pump of his prick, his toes curling as she ran her thumb across his glans.
It wasn't long until the boy was on the verge of climax, but the very slow pace the doctor was pumping at kept him there for quite some time. James's loud moans only pleasured the doctor more as soon she felt her own waves of pleasure running through her body as her knees started to weaken at the immense pleasure she was deranging from delivering this agonizing torture to James's body.
"James, I want you to know something," she said, still smiling at the young boy, fidgeting on the table in front of her. He tried keeping eye contact with her, but her thumb teasing his peehole for a few moments got another huge moan from him forcing him to look away. "I'm not doing this for your pleasure, though I know you enjoy it very, very much. I want to show you who's in charge here. I've got full dominance over you for your entire time as a patient here at Bethlem. You are my patient, you submit to me. Is that clear?"
He vigorously nodded at the stern voice of the doctor.
She took her left hand from his scrotum for a moment as he felt a sharp slap land on his bottom.
"Is that clear?" she asked, louder and angrier this time.
"Y- Yes, Miss," he managed to stutter through his loud moans of pleasure.
"Very good," said Dr. Edwards, taking her hands from his crotch and peeling off the oily gloves slowly, before discarding them in the bin.
"Doctor, please!" he begged as she took the ball gag from the tray, about to replace it to his mouth.
"PLEEEAASSSEEE!" he screamed as the ball gag was fastened behind his head once more.
He struggled in his bonds as Dr. Edwards moved his bed through the halls of Bethlem. His member rock solid and oily, desperate for release and a dull pain present in his shaft from the sudden cut-off of stimulation to it. The boy tried to scream, but the large black ball gag muffled his begs for a climax very well.
Dr. Edwards didn't look at the boy throughout the short journey, as she reached his room, a clipboard against the door reading: "PATIENT 81139 - BEING TREATED FOR: _______".
Theresa brought the bed to rest in its original position in the cold room he had spent the night in.
"I'll see you tonight, James," she said as she left the poor, struggling boy with a rock hard penis that was in desperate need of an orgasm behind. He writhed on the table as the dull pain in his shaft grew to a sharp sting throughout his penis. The heavy steel door to his room closed, as he started to sob loudly.
As Theresa closed the door, she withdrew a pen from her dress pocket and wrote on the blank space on the clipboard: "Severe Nymphomania".
- COMMENTS
TF2123almost 7 years agoAuthorI was worried someone would point out the historical inaccuracies. I know it's not accurate to history, but this is a fantasy and I didn't really worry too much about nailing every detail, such as the history of sexology and the conscription of all able bodied men etc.
I based this story off a girl I know in real life. I could best imagine her in the 1930's, as she's a tad old-fashioned. I did minimal research into the time period, such as the state of mental asylums and the clothing styles etc, but thanks for pointing out some of the historical things I missed. I might not edit this story to fit those criticisms, but if I ever write another story set in the past, I'll make sure to do more research.
Anonymousalmost 7 years agoYou obviously have some talent - but you need to plan the setting of your story more consistently to engage the reader better. You have chosen to set your story in London November 1939, yet then write as if the action is taking place in contemporary America. It would be long and boring to list all the inconsistencies so I'll just cover the main two, as they directly undermine the credibility of the two main protagonists.
Dr Edwards has been working at the institute for five years after earning THREE degrees. British society in the first half of the 1930's was deeply sexist and the chances of any woman other than the daughters of the aristocracy going to university were remote. The chances of a daughter of the aristocracy actually working for a living after graduation even more remote. If Dr Edwards has a personal back story that dodges these two bullets it needs to be explained.
More seriously she is supposed to have a degree in sexology. In 1939 there was no such thing. Several years earlier the Nazi's have ransacked the first and only institute (not university) studying human sexuality and publicly burnt all its books. Havelock Ellis was a lone pioneer. No university was offering degrees based on his work. Kinsey will not publish “Sexual Behaviour in the Human Male” until 1948. Masters and Johnson will not even begin their research until 1957. Though I’m not so confident on this, I suspect degrees in nursing also post-date this story by a few decades.
Turning to James, how is he working in a kitchen of a mental hospital? Two or three months before this story is set the UK government has introduced conscription of all able bodied men. Why isn’t he in the armed services?
Good advice is to write what you know. I can’t see why this story couldn’t have been set in 21st century USA, and it would have been much better if it had been.
