Message-ID: <41093asstr$1046466606@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Path: comporium From: shattered_mind@nospam.hotmail.com (Naive) X-Original-Message-ID: NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 14:33:58 +0000 (UTC) X-Spam-Level: Level **** X-MailScanner: PASSED (v1.2.7 97299 h1SEXw2R003624 mailbox2.ucsd.edu) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 14:29:18 GMT Subject: {ASSM} Web Cam Catastrophe [1 and 2/7] Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 16:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, dennyw ---------------------------- (c) 2003 copyright by SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive) Copyright information: This story is the sole property of SJTJ (a.k.a. Naive). No one has the right to alter, distribute, or sell this story with out my written permission. I do hear by give the right to give or display this story to anyone who wants it as long as it's free of charge. Changes and follow-up stories should have my permission. Any grammatical or spelling changes are permissible as long as it does not alter the concept. ---------------------------- This story is intended for mature audiences. You must be 18 or older to read this story. This story contains adult situations and sexual content. If subject matter of this type offends please DO NOT read any further. Thank you. ---------------------------- Web Cam Catastrophe By Naive, shattered_mind@hotmail.com Caught and Sentenced (Chapter 1) It started out like any other weekend. Nick was out in the backyard doing his chores. Donna, his sister, was out running around with her friends. And, Mary their mother was in the house doing bills and going over their finances. So here Nick was, like every weekend, stuck at home. Working away in the garden, pulling out rocks and planting some of his mother's flowers. He couldn't help feeling a little jealous; his mom always let his sister get away with everything, while he was lucky to survive scuffed shoes. To Mary though, this was the right thing to do. Donna was a little wild, but being a girl she would calm down. Nick on the other hand needed special attention. If she didn't keep an eye on him he'd be even wilder than Donna. She could help but remember that when Frank, Nick's father, was young he was rather wild, and wished he been kept on a tighter leash. Now that he was gone it was up to her to make sure that Nick turned out right, because Nick had to carry on his father's name - that was the most important thing. Deep down though, Mary could tell that she was being a little too hard on Nick. Really, she didn't give him much freedom, and he was becoming more and more introverted. So, she decided that this weekend would be a little different. She was going to run out to get her hair done, but she was going to leave Nick home alone; something she never did. Over the last four years, since his father had passed, Nick had never gotten into any trouble. In fact, he was an A student, very polite, and never really complained. Leaving Nick alone would be her chance to show him that she was really starting to trust him. Grabbing her purse and preparing to leave, Mary watched Nick out the back sliding glass door. He'd become quite a strong and handsome boy, but he was still very shy. So shy in fact, that the one thing he hated most about working outside on the weekends was his mother's rule that he could only wear a pair of shorts. Mary hated having to wash all those clothes weekend after weekend. Ground in dirt and mud were such a pain to get out, and right now they really didn't have the money to buy new clothes. So, she only made him work in the backyard, while carefully doing the front herself. Anyway, he always got such a nice tan out of it. Someday he'd really appreciate that. "Nick," Mary yelled from the back door, waving to him, "I'm going to run out and get my hair done. I'll be back in a few hours. Now don't go anywhere." Already getting to his feet to prepare to go, Nick staggered to a half crouch unsure he'd heard her right. But, she didn't repeat herself. She just waved and left. This was totally unexpected. Kneeling back down into the fresh sewn dirt, he hurried to finish planting the last of the flowers. This wasn't a chance he was going to waste. Nick felt lightheaded and giddy - it felt like he'd been paroled. Finally, something was going right. After quickly finishing up, he jumped in the shower. Washing away the grime and dirt. He felt clean and free in a way he hadn't in years. Quickly drying himself, he threw on some clothes. He had to look good for the web-cam. It was funny this chance coming up like this; just weeks earlier he'd start talking to Allison online. She was one of the prettiest girls in school, and surprisingly liked talking with him. Everything was working out just great. Rushing to the computer he could only hope she'd be there. This time he wouldn't have to sneak online to talk to her. They'd be free to talk for hours with no interruptions. He didn't have to worry about his mom watching over his shoulder. For some reason she seemed to think he'd get into one of those dirty chat room and become a total pervert overnight. All Nick cared about though was getting to talk to Allison. Having friends was okay, but what he really wanted was a girlfriend. Hoping beyond hope, he wanted Allison to be the one. What was really great though was that she really seemed to like him. Although they talked quite a bit Nick couldn't bring himself to tell her about his situation at home. It was just too embarrassing. In fact, none of his friends knew. What would they think if they found out just how bad his mother babied him? He just couldn't let that happen. He'd never be able to face them again. At sixteen you were supposed to be treated like an adult - not like a six year old. Flipping on the computer and starting his chat program Nick was overjoyed to see Allison's icon there. It was definitely turning into a great day. After their cursory hellos, Nick happily told her they were finally alone, at least for a few hours. They could talk and wouldn't have to worry about someone barging in. Allison seemed happier about this than he'd expected, but that was just a sign of how great the day was turning out. They didn't talk for long before Allison suggested the unthinkable: virtual doctor. A game of 'you show me yours and I'll show you mine.' Nick was flabbergasted by the very idea but more excited then clear thinking would allow. This would be his chance, his first chance, to see a real girl naked. It was well worth the price, because after all, it was Allison. They negotiated a little, setting down a couple of ground rules before they started: Neither would record their little game and each would take a turn stripping for the other. A quick game of rock, paper, and scissors and it was decided Nick would go first. Both moved their cameras around the room to show that they were alone. Then the game started. Taking a quick breath, Nick flipped on the radio finding just the right music for the occasion. Piece by piece he started pealing his clothes away. He was glad he took the time to get fully dressed before going online. Not that he suspected anything like this. Trying as best he could to look sex, making them both laugh, he stripped off. It didn't take long for him to be left with nothing but his blue boxers. Feeling a little shy, but pumped at the same time, he turned slowly sliding them cautiously down his legs. Allison had a perfect view of his ass as he did this, his balls swaying as he stepped free of the last of his clothing. Nick wasn't surprised to see a full-blown hard-on staring back up at him. This was the most erotic sexy thing he'd ever done. Turning around he kept his hands blocking Allison's view, but she just cheered him on until finally he let her see what she wanted. "Wow, nice package." She said examining him through the camera. "Will you stroke it for me." Nick was a little shocked at how forward she was and blushed a bit, but hormones had taken over. He was willing to do anything to see Allison naked. Sitting on the rolling chair, he adjusted the camera so she could see him stroke his hard cock for her. Suddenly, the door burst open. Barging into the room, his mom started to speak before she noticed what was going on. "Nick are you in here. I can't find my wallet have you ... Oh, my God!" She screamed as Nick tried desperately to hide his shame. "What in the hell do you think your doing?" Stepping behind him Mary looked at the screen catching Allison staring back at her still fully clothed. "Don't you move!" She yelled at Allison through the camera. Yanking Nick up and spinning him around over her knee, she gave him no time to protest. "You want a show. You're going to get one!" Shifting the camera angle to showcase Nick's ass she locked her leg over his, and started smacking away at his ass with her hand. From cheek to cheek she liberally spread her anger over them. "I can't believe you did this." Nick struggled as her hand burned into his tender flesh. "I was just starting to trust you and you do this?" Grabbing a large wooden ruler from the desk, she started turning his ass from bright pink to a fiery red. Allison couldn't move. She was trapped in perverse fascination, as Nick's mother laid into him. Never before had she seen someone get spanked. In fact, her parents didn't even believe in spanking. But watching Nick take his paddling, his pretty ass jiggling back and forth, struggling under her relentless blows. His cock peeking out from time to time, as his ass almost glowed, had her panties dripping. This was much better then what she had planned, and all of it saved for posterity. But, just as it was getting exciting the camera went black, leaving Allison to wonder just what was happening a few blocks away. "What do you have to say for yourself young man? Why would you do this to me?" Mary was breathless as she stood Nick before her. Gently he rubbed at his tender ass trying to look away, until Mary stood and forced him to stare her in the eyes. "I thought I raised you better then this. And look!" Mary smacked the sensitive underside of his still rigid member. "You're still hard, and in front of your Mother. What kind of pervert are you? I didn't raise you this way. I want a full explanation right this minute." So, piece-by-piece Nick had to explain just what had happened and why. It wasn't what his mother wanted to hear, but it was the truth. With a heavy sigh Mary sat back down and examined her son. He'd turned into an exceptionally handsome young man and decently endowed. Maybe he was too sheltered, but he still had to learn right from wrong. "I understand," she said shaking her head a little, "but that is no excuse. If you're so interested in seeing a naked woman I'll buy you a magazine. But this will never happen again, do you understand?" Nick could only nod, still mortified at having to stand naked in front of his mother. Even with his hands in front of him he felt totally awkward and humiliated. It was beyond words. "This little punishment didn't seem to do much good." She said setting the ruler back on the desk. "I think something more appropriate is in order. From now, until I feel you've regained some sense of modesty, you will not be allowed to wear any clothes in this house again. Do you understand?" Nick stood there totally knocked out. It was a total nightmare. Struggling for words, Nick finally turned shock into protest. "But Mom ... you can't!" "You wana' bet?" Grabbing his by the arm she dragged him into the living room, setting him right next to the front door. She was hot. Steam was rolling off of her. "You're my son and I'll deal with you in any way that I see fit. One more word and I'll drag you out that door and leave you there. Then we'll see how much backtalk you have." "Please Mom, don't." Nick was terrified; she might just do it. "I'll do whatever you say. Really, I'm sorry." "Good!" Mary knew just how to play him, with her simple threat she had him all but falling into place. "I want you to gather up all your clothes (and I mean all of them) and put them in my room right this instant." Nick almost jumped to gather his things up: anything to get away from his mother's wrath and hide his nudity. Mary knew just how body shy Nick really was. It showed in the way he moved, and that almost constant complete body blush. In a way, the situation was quite arousing, but Mary had to push those feelings down. He was her son after all. Still, she knew this week was going to be a very interesting one. But, she didn't want to do anything that might scar him for life. It was up to her to make sure of that - before things went too far. A talk with her doctor at their appointment tomorrow would surely clear things up. Better safe then sorry. And, a night in the nude couldn't really hurt him. Carefully folding all of Nick's clothes into the large chest in front of her bed, Mary locked them away tight. It usual contents: spare blankets and photo albums, were now relegated to Nick's empty closet. It was oddly exhilarating watching her son run errands around the house for her, and since that fist complaint not another word had been said on the subject. It didn't take long to notice that whenever Nick was in her presence he would instinctively use his hands to cover himself. For some reason that seemed to lessen his punishment. So Nick was ordered to always keep his hands at his sides, so he wouldn't 'play with himself in public'. Mary figured by putting it that way, covering himself would seem almost more embarrassing than not. For Nick everything had gone south since his mother had come home early. His little world seemed to be crumbling before his very eyes. Not only was he going to be naked for the foreseeable future, but he also couldn't cover himself for risk of his mother thinking he was playing with himself. As if there was anyway that this could turn him on. Nick wanted to find a hole to nowhere, so he could happily jump in. Besides the total embarrassment at home, Allison had seen everything. What would she think? It was all ruined. As a side note to his despair, his ass was still sore. From his room he could hear the front door open. It was at that moment that he knew his life was over. "I'm home Mom!" Donna yelled as she plopped down on the couch still uncertain as to the 'why' of her mom's urgent call to come home. When her cell phone rang and her mother's voice answered her she realized her mom was the last person she expected to hear from. Usually, Donna felt pretty ignored by her mother; Nick was always the center of attention. Being a little jealous of it all, she was glad when her mother did finally notice her a bit. But, on the weekends, her little piece of jealousy faded away as she ran off with her friends leaving Nick home with his chores. It was rare but sometimes she felt sorry for the little guy. He never got away with anything, and always ended up on the rough side of the paddle when he made anything lower than a 'B'. Still it didn't matter much, Donna was ready to get away, and what fleeting attention her mother was willing to give her wasn't really worth it. Soon she'd be off at college and on her own. Being a senior did have its advantages though. Popularity and name recognition were just a few of the perks. It was funny that not a single one of her friends even knew she had a brother. In school he was just another nobody, a cute nobody, but still a nobody; unlike her, a popular cheerleader. If it weren't for his excellent grades and his quick mind no one would even have known he was there. She was sure he had some friends, but he rarely brought them home. It was only a guess, but she was pretty sure it had to do with the way their mom treated him. He was totally embarrassed about his home life. In the end she guessed that it all balance out: he got their mom's attention and she got everyone else's. "Oh, hi Honey." Mary came over and gave her a little peck. "We need to have a little talk about your brother." "Why is something wrong with him?" Donna said a little concerned. She didn't usually think about Nick, but she sure didn't want anything bad happening to him. "Well I guess showing is better then telling. Nick would you come in here please!" Mary yelled as she sat down beside her daughter. "Do I have to?" Nick yelled from around the corner. "Nick, get in here right this second!" Donna couldn't help but bust out laughing as her shy little brother came gingerly into the room in nothing but his tan. It took all of his willpower to stand there as his sister burst out laughing at him. He wanted to just take off and hide under his pillows for the rest of his life. Humiliated was a stark understatement to how he felt. "What did I tell you about those hands?" Mary said in a stern sour voice. Reluctantly he moved his hands to his sides, standing there on the edge of tears. "Now Donna that's enough!" Mary snapped at her, trying to keep from laughing herself. "Nick is being punished. For this week at least, your brother is going to be dressed just as you see him." That shut her up quick. This would kill her reputation. If anyone found out the new naked boy in school was her brother she'd be done for. "But what about school? He can't go to school like that!" "Of course not at school." Shaking her head just a little exasperated. "I wouldn't do that to either of you. This is just at home." "Looking good baby brother." Donna chuckled. "That's enough Donna." Sighing Mary continued. "I caught your brother showing off online to some girl and I want him to relearn some modesty. So, teasing him a bit will be fine, but don't take it overboard. I'm leaving it up to you to help your brother, not just pick on him." "But I can pick on him some though, right?" Donna could see this was a chance of a lifetime. "Of course, it's his own fault he's this way." The rest of the night turned out to be just short of his worst nightmare. Running around doing chores and errands all night. Cooking dinner was at least a small reprieve, shielded by a frilly apron. And finally when the night was over they let him sulk off to bed, a sheet his only sanctuary. He couldn't help but wonder what horrors the next day would bring. ---- Doctor on Call (Chapter 2) The brush of cool air and the gasp of surprise were enough to pull Nick awake. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he hoped that yesterday was just a bad dream. But as soon as he looked around, spotting the angry look on his mother's face and his morning wood greeting the sun, he knew his nightmare had just begun. "What in the hell were you doing this morning, and what is that?" Pointing at his prominent erection pointing back at her. "Nothing mom," Nick blushing all over, tried as best he could to cover himself, "I just wake up that way sometimes. I wasn't doing anything." "We'll see about that." Mary huffed, tossing Nick's school clothes at him. "I have an appointment today, so I should be home just a little after you and Donna. I expect you to be dressed, or should I say undressed, exactly this way when I get home. Do you understand?" After his little nod she continued. "I want all your clothes folded and on my bed by then. And I don't expect you to be hiding in your bedroom either. This is punishment. Donna will be in charge until I get home. Now go take a shower and get ready for school." Mary couldn't help but give his ass a hard whap as he passed, leaving a large red handprint across his white skin. Hurrying to the bath Nick rubbed at the sore spot she'd left him. Mary felt a little ashamed of herself, as she stood there slightly out of breath. Her feelings just weren't right as she looked at her naked son, but she had no control over them. After her doctors appointment she'd have to decide if this should or shouldn't continue, because having him so compliant and naked was making her very wet. If she did continue his punishment she was scared what just might happen to her little family. Donna ducked back around the corner and quietly continued getting ready for school. It was weird watching her own mother get so hot over Nick. He was better looking then she'd realized, and those tan lines made his erection just reach out and grab your attention. But still, was this right? For the first time she saw a young man instead of her brother. She could tell that her mother was doing the same thing. One way or another this week was going to be one to remember for all of them. Rushing from the shower and out the door before anyone had time to realize. Nick grabbed a ride from one of his friends a few blocks over. It was funny how glad he was to be away from home. He wasn't sure if he ever wanted to go back. School was crowded as usual and Nick had planned to avoid both Donna and Allison as much as possible. The embarrassment was just so overwhelming. But the day wasn't working in his favor. As soon as he walked in the door and started pulling things from his locker there she was: Allison stood there just a few lockers down talking and laughing with her friends. Blending into the crowd didn't seem to work either. Allison spotted him, gave him a big smile and wave, which he tried to ignore, blushing from head to toe hurrying past. The giggling that followed, kept him burning with shame every time he thought about it. By now, all of her friends knew about what happened, and by noon the whole school would. It took every ounce of will he could muster to go to class instead of just skipping the entire day. Minutes clicked by like hours, as he watched the clock slowly plowing towards lunch. Classes passed like molasses until that horrible bell announced lunch with a taunting ring. Nick was sweating. He could see all those faces laughing, watching as he walked into the lunchroom. Taunting and jeering as Donna walked up and stripped him in front of everyone. His shame there before everyone. Shaking himself free of that dark mirage, he decided it was better to hide. So, lunch was spent in a stall of the men's room. The pungent smell of urine and the etched names and numbers sprawled across the red cubical his only companions. It was a toss up between just hiding or throwing in a quick retch as his heart pounded, waited for the bell to announce the next period. Time moved unbearably slow as he sat there, perched, waiting. As the bell tolled, he fled his captivity, sneaking off as fast as he could to his next class. ---- Donna wasn't really looking for Nick as she got to school, but she couldn't help noticing the sickly green color flushing his face as he passed her in one of the halls. He wore a constant blush and looked ready to upchuck at any second. Normally he wasn't one to hunch up and try to hide from people, even though he didn't really interact much. It made her wonder just who was the girl on the other side of that camera, and just what did she see. It didn't take long, only a few periods, for her to figure it out. But, when she did the revelation was a totally shock. Allison Pratchet was one of the most popular girls in school. Only a sophomore, but full of talent and looks - no one seemed able to resist. Every boy in school was after her. But, Allison's eyes were glued to one boy in particular, her brother. It was like watching a predator stalk its prey. She was there at his every turn. Stalking. Nick couldn't help looking spooked every time she appeared. Her eyes were a blaze with something Donna had never seen before, but instinctively she felt it: want and need. For some reason, Allison had laid claim to her baby brother and nothing (not even he) was going to stop her from getting what she wanted. During lunch Donna noticed Nick's disappearance, and she wasn't the only one. Allison also had her eyes out for the young man. After a quick meal Donna wandered around the room, as casually as she could, looking for him. It wasn't till the bell rang, that she caught sight of him darting from the restroom for his class looking even greener than before. It was hard for her not to feel sorry for him. Luckily though, nothing seemed to be circulating about him in the rumor mill. He had at least that much going for him. ---- Most of Allison's morning was spent hanging around Nick's classes waiting for the poor boy to come along. She was surprised to see how sickly he looked this morning, but with what she knew about him - shy was an understatement. Either the night before was too much for him or something else was going on. She knew she'd have to work carefully to get him right where she wanted him. It was at lunch that she noticed he'd disappeared. Keeping her eyes peeled, she caught Donna on her little search mission. But, unlike most people, Allison knew that Donna was Nick's older sister. Thanks to that little fact, she couldn't help but notice the recon and it's inevitable conclusion. As she sat there letting her friends' conversation wash around her for most of lunch, she followed Donna's movements around the room. Nick's sister wasn't exactly what she expected. It seemed, no matter what Nick thought, Donna cared for him and his well-being. Something she'd have to take into consideration if she was going to make Nick hers. It was tiring being popular. Allison was constantly being bombarded with boys, trying for their petty little conquests, but Nick was different. He was quiet and smart, just a bit too shy for his handsome face and shapely body. He was a mystery. Most of the girls wouldn't even notice him since he wasn't part of any real click. But to her, he stood above the rest. In fact, she was the first to make contact. With a little research she found out that Nick hit some of the chat rooms on the weekends when he could. He wasn't hard to find and he was eager for any type of socializing. It also wasn't hard to find out his mom kept him on a tight leash. As much as he tried, his friends still all knew about it, but kept it mostly to themselves. When she was younger she found out that she relished being in control, especially over boys. One of her best friends had been a little boy named Alex. It was with him that Allison learned about the male anatomy and all of their little secrets. On the weekends, when he'd come over to stay, she'd take charge. She liked it that way. Most of Alex's time with her was spent in her tree house locked away from adults' prying eyes. Quick to take advantage Allison soon made his toy her own. Playing with it her favorite pass time. That is until just before high school, when he and his family moved away. But she was determined to find just the right boy to fit her bill, that's when she found Nick. He was perfect. All she needed was a little time, the right amount of influence, and he'd belong to her. Maybe, just maybe, Donna could be of some use to her. With both their reputations it would be easy to make Nick an accepted part of their click, and then he'd be her perfect toy boy. The how was going to be her biggest problem. She was confident though, that soon everything would fall into place. ---- Nick's classes went much faster after lunch, just the opposite of what he wanted. They became a blur as he came closer and closer to the moment of truth. Before he knew it the bell was ringing for the end of the day. Luckily, after lunch things seemed to go much smother. Allison was no longer dogging his every turn, and no one seemed to notice him more than normal, which meant not at all. Staggered towards the bus, he was surprised to see Donna waving for him from the senior lot. "Hey little bother," smiling up at him from behind the wheel, "need a ride?" "Um, yea. Sure." Hopping into the car he rode home in silence. Nick was still a little green on the sides and looking totally worn out. It'd been a long day for him and Donna couldn't help noticing it. Normally she avoided him in school, but she was scared he wouldn't even make it home the way he looked. A few pangs of sympathy rushed through her as she looked at him, but there was nothing she could do about the way their mother decided to punish him. The ride was quite as they both contemplated the night ahead. ---- Locking up her office Mary glanced at her watch. It was just after two. Hurrying from the office, she had to rush if she was going to make her two-thirty appointment. Traffic was a bear and she had to fight it all the way. Time and luck were on her side though, and she got there just in time to hear the doctor call her name. The exam went fine and as she was dressing she got up the nerve to talk with the doctor. Running through just the basics of it, Dr. Kline stood listening intently to her story. "So, you see I'm not sure if I'm doing the right thing." Looking to the doctor she asked, "What do you think?" "Hmm, I'm not sure I can answer that for you." Dr. Kline paced back and forth across the little examination room. "Please, Dr. Kline," Mary pleaded, "you must have some opinion." "Call me Stephanie please." Dr. Kline tried to reassure her with a smile. "Stephanie, then. Please." Sitting on the little stool in front of Mary, Stephanie put a hand on her knee "Alright, first off, Nick was right; having an erection in the morning is totally normal for both boys and men." Mary sighed thankful to know Nick still never lied to her. "Second, I've heard of parents using methods similar to these before: on some it works, on others it doesn't. But, what I do know is that you have to be careful. Even the most sedate boy can become an animal when sexually frustrated. It may be best to relieve him of that pressure if you plan to continue this type of punishment." Mary looked a little shocked at her statement. "Calm down, I know what you're thinking, but masturbation is completely normal and healthy for a boy his age." "It just doesn't seem right to let him pleasure himself as part of his punishment." Mary couldn't help blushing as she saw her son masturbating at her command. "Well, if he's as shy as you've led me to believe I'm sure that doing it in front of an audience will only add to his punishment." Stephanie held her breath waiting for the explosion, but it never came. Mary thoughts instead turned inward about the whole thing. The situation had its appeal, but she was sure that Nick would never do it, no matter what. No amount of punishment would break down that wall, and his trust in her might also shatter if she tried to force him. "No, I'm sure that Nick would never do anything like that under any circumstance." Shaking her head she let image wither inside. "There are other ways." Stephanie knew this was her chance. Mary's situation was like a miracle. Never before did she believe that a gift like this would just land in her lap. If she played her cards right this would be a night to remember, and maybe more. "You know ... I could always come over and take a look at young Nick. That way you get a free physical out of this and I can show you what I know. In fact I have a few things that my last boyfriend left me that just might come in handy." "I could never ask that of you doctor. I know how busy you are." Mary held her breath. "And there are other reasons..." Her words died to a whisper, but still they came. "And what reasons are those?" Stephanie knew she had to be cautious. This type of thing could easily backlash on her at any time. "I'm just not sure that doing this is right. When I watch him," Mary's breath caught as she shoved her own shame into the light, "I get hot. ... A mother shouldn't feel this way about her son." Her blush so deep it was painful. "It's alright." Taking Mary into her arms, Stephanie comforted her, hiding the smile that crept to her face. It was better then she imagined. Instead of felling anger at Stephanie, it was guilt that was bothering her. It wouldn't take Stephanie much manipulating to get just what she was after. "All mothers have these feelings. Not so long in our own past it was common for relatives to have relations. Of course, in this day and age it's become a taboo, but every day we're becoming an enlightened society. Things happen, emotions happen that we can't control. No one will blame you for a little arousal." "Oh thank you doctor!" Mary clung to her like a raft plunging from the falls. She wasn't judged, but relieved of her nagging fears. Mary felt stronger and now even more determined to follow through. She couldn't go back on her word. "Just let me close up here and we'll talk a little more." Stephanie hurried things along. Her little practice was busy, but this was a chance she couldn't pass up. Telling the head nurse an emergency had come up; she had the place cleared out in less then half an hour. Opening her night for more interesting repasts. Doctor Stephanie had always fantasized about stripping young boys and playing with them, when she was younger. And this was her one chance to live that fantasy out with no worry or danger of repercussions. Stephanie remembered Nick well. He'd been in and out of her office many times, but never once had he been examined. Another doctor down the street treated him, a male doctor. With what she did remember of Nick though she knew this was going to be a wonderful night. Also, with just the right amount of leverage she could make sure Nick was her new patient. Giving her all the time in the world she wanted to play doctor with him. It was a dream come true. All she had to do was talk through all of Mary's fears, and get her situated for what she had planned for tonight. She was also sure that with a few more little talks Mary would be doing more than just think about her son - giving Stephanie a key to Nick anytime she wanted. ---- As the door slammed closed behind him, Nick felt trapped. He had no choice, but to do what his mother had ordered. It felt like the embarrassment alone would kill him. Like a robot he walked to his mother's room and started stripping. Donna watched him from the door. Again, she felt sorry for him, but she had no choice in the matter. Also, she had her own instructions. Donna was there to oversee him until Mary got home. He belonged to her until then, and for some reason that made her feel giddy even through all her other misgivings. With his clothes neatly stacked and piled on the bed Nick turned to leave. It was then that he finally noticed Donna. Instinctively Nick tried to cover himself, but Donna knew the rules and was determined to make sure he followed them, for his own good. Walking over she took his hands one at a time and moved them to his sides. She couldn't help noticing his little thing shriveling in her presence. Donna wasn't sure if she should be offended or not. Taking him by the arm she led him into the living room and sat him on the loveseat. Nick was so out of it he just followed without protest. It all seemed so unreal, until he heard the curtains opening. He almost leapt up at the sound, but stopped himself just in time. If he had, he would have exposed himself to the whole neighborhood. Effectively, Donna had him trapped where he sat. The little loveseat she'd plopped him down on was at just the right angle to hide him, yet let him see the TV and make standing up a show that wasn't for the whole family - unless it was his of course. The room was almost completely bare except for the loveseat and the entertainment center. Most of the furniture was pushed out of the way into their father's old den, and only pulled out for company. Mary liked to keep the room open and free to move around in. Also, so she could practice her 'Buns of Steel' and video yoga. The large window that now held him trapped went from floor to ceiling and wall to wall, so he couldn't even crawl from the room. Nick had never liked that window. It was like opening their house to everyone. Now his dislike could only be called loathing. Even his mother hated that window and would have had it replaced with a reasonable sized one if they could've wasted the money on it. Nick could only wonder how she'd feel about it now. Peaking over his shoulder he watched as people moved up and down the street. There was no way he could move without someone noticing. Woodvine was one of the busiest streets in the neighborhood. Nick brooded that they just had to live on the same street as the park and the closest shopping mart (one of those little mom and pop places). As Donna stood there watching him she couldn't help feeling that Nick had thrown a challenge at her. Most of the boys in school thought she was a total knockout, but her little brother shriveled at the sight of her! It was an attack on her ego she couldn't let slide. She had to prove she was woman enough for any man, even if that man was her little baby brother. Determined, she decided that before their mother showed up she'd have Nick's little dick standing at attention and drooling just by being near her, and not once would she lay a finger on it. This was her chance to prove, if only to herself, that she was a real woman. But how? Then it came to her in a flash. With a little grin she left Nick to sit and wait. Throwing open her closet she started flipping through all her outfits. She was sure that after a little fashion show he'd be done for. Pulling out all of her most amazing sexiest clothes and tossing them onto the bed, she couldn't help but smile. No one could stand up to her charms once she turned them on. Sliding open her chest of drawers she pulled out her best panties, the ones with all the lace and the little red bowties on the front and back. And her tiniest swimsuit she only used at home to get her best tan. As she closed the door and started slipping out of her school clothes, she knew that she was going to have the best time. It would be so much fun to see what kind of reactions she would get with each outfit, like her own personal opinion pole, no pun intended. She could help laughing at the thought. Nick sat there desperate to have something to think about other then the open window. He would have turned on the TV, but the remote was sitting on top of it, what seemed miles away. Even a quick dart across the room wasn't a chance he was willing to take. It wasn't until Donna cleared her throat that he noticed she'd come back. She stood there in the hall, one hand on her hip the other leaning against the doorframe. Nick had to blink twice. His sister was no longer in her school clothes, but in a tight Lycra top (with no bra - obvious from the pokies) and a short black mini that buttoned up the side (not all buttoned). Her long brown hair was pulled to one side in a kind of ponytail, and her lips glistened red. She was hot. The shock of how she looked held him for a second until he realized that other things were taking notice too. He tried to cover himself, but as soon as he did Donna said, "Don't. If you can't keep those hands still I'll have to tie them behind your back." Donna smiled, "Mom's orders." Nick couldn't believe it. Would she really? But looking into her eyes, he could see the determination there - she definitely would. Luckily, her threat had a similar effect to covering up, because his quickly rising member fell instantly. "But, since we're here and we have nothing to do, I figure that you can help me a bit. I have a few outfits I'd like your opinion on." Her smile grew as she said, "That is if you're up to it." He couldn't help but blush at her statement. If he refused, Nick was sure that Donna would do it anyway, so all he could do was nod and let her get on with it. He was sure with just a little willpower and the thought 'she my sister' running through his head, he's have no problem controlling his arousal. Sitting there waiting for her next show he was sure he was in complete control. But, when she did come back he almost chocked. She was wearing this little pink and yellow patch bikini. It was so small he almost didn't have to imagine anything. His reaction was almost immediate and his hands flew to cover it up. His willpower evaporated, and color filled his cheeks. The smile that rippled over Donna's face was half amusement, half appreciation, and half vindication. No one could have watched his reaction without a smile. He looked so shocked as she walked in, part for how she looked and the other for his immediate hard-on. And their isn't a woman out their who wouldn't appreciate such an overwhelming reaction. Finally, she had her vindication. Proof that she was woman enough for any man. She tried to let her smile fade some but it just wouldn't go. "I'm sorry Nick, but I warned you." Walking back to her room she threw on her robe and grabbed a pair of pantyhose. As she came back in the room, she couldn't help feeling sorry for the little guy. He looked like he wanted to bolt from the room but couldn't. His hands were back by his sides and his erection was gone. Pleading eyes looked back into hers. "I'm sorry." She said, but she wasn't sure if she really was. Walking behind him she took one arm and pulled it behind him. He didn't struggle, though he did whimper a bit as she tied one hand then the other together behind his back. Shifting trying to get comfortable Nick had to move into an even more embarrassing position. Hips thrust slightly forward, and his upper body leaning back. It made him feel like he was on display, and if Donna kept up her game it would be obvious any reaction he had. Donna knew now that even Nick couldn't look at her without get aroused, but his reactions were so much fun, she couldn't just stop. She still had too many outfits left to try. Half buttoned blouses, tight little pullovers, miniskirts, skintight jeans ... one by one she tried them all on for him. Asking his opinion on this or that, though his opinion was easily readable. From one to the next his erection wouldn't subside. It was most gratifying, even if it was from her little brother. The show lasted almost an hour and by the end Nick member was drooling all over the place. Throwing on her school clothes again. She came back to the living room smiling. Nick was wearing a depressed little frown and tried not to look at her. Even after an hour he was still blushing as she looked at him. Grabbing a tissue she kneeled down in front of him and grabbed his erection. "I don't think Mom would like you getting her chair all sticky." She said as she slowly wiped the pre-cum from his dick. Nick tried to pull back but Donna just tightened her grip. "Don't worry. I'm just cleaning you up some." This wasn't the first cock she'd held, but it was one of the nicest. After a few seconds she'd finished and tossed the tissue into the trash. It took her a minute or two to pull the couch and table into the room so she could get comfortable. Luckily their mother had bought some things to help slide the furniture around quickly, or she wouldn't have been able to do it without Nick's help. Flopping down on the couch she had a perfect view of him as she sat there. She couldn't help smiling as she noticed he was still rock hard. Just as she opened her mouth to start a conversation they heard key hit the lock. Nick sat there in horrified silence as his mother walked into the living room trailed by another woman. "My God!" Mary said furiously. "What do you think you're doing?" Closing his eyes he could already feel the tirade coming and somehow all this would be his fault. Opening his eyes he noticed the other woman had her hand on his mother's shoulder in a calming fashion. "What's going on here?" Mary asked in a calmer voice. "Why are you sitting like that?" "Because my hands are tied." The words rushed out as he tried to fight back tears. "Donna?!" Mary shot her daughter a dark look. "Why?" "Well you said that if he couldn't keep his hands at his sides we'd just tie his hands up, so I did." Donna said calmly, though a little flushed herself, not expecting a guest. "Donna, I didn't mean that literally." She sighed wearily. "But, still! Why is that," pointing to his erection, "like that." Before Donna or Nick had a chance to say a word Stephanie was already speaking. "Mary, please. You've had a husband don't you know by now that young men don't need a reason to have an erection." Stephanie smiled. "Young men, such as Nick here, get unwanted erections all the time it's just part of the male reproductive system. As it matures he'll gain more control, but even then most men still get them from time to time with no stimulus." Her smile swept to Nick. "Isn't that right." Nick was so shocked by her defense he just nodded without thinking. "I guess your right." Mary let out another little sigh. "Please Doctor have a seat. I'll go get us all something to drink. Donna, why don't you come help me?" As his mother and sister left the room Stephanie walked over to Nick. "Hello, I'm Doctor Kline. Pleased to meet you." Blushing from head to toe Nick nodded to her too embarrassed to talk. Taking a seat on the couch where she could see Nick best she smiled at him. "Your Mother invited me over to take a look at you." Her smile deepened a little at the shock on his face. "I'm sure that we'll get along just fine." Donna and Mary came back in with drinks for all of them: his with a large straw in it. Donna put it to his mouth, as she sat down beside him. His mother took up a place next to Doctor Kline. After just a few sips Stephanie clapped her hands. "Well I guess we should get this started. Could you clean this table off please?" Soon the long living room table was cleared of drinks and coasters. Placing her hand behind one of Nick's arms and wrapping her other hand around his hard member Stephanie pulled him to a standing position. Donna and Mary just sat there stunned, almost a stunned as Nick, at how forward she was. "The window!" Nick chocked in horror - the first of the three to recover. "Yes, I guess we should close that." Stephanie smiled. "Would you be a dear and do that Donna?" Luckily, Donna leapt up to close it. "That's better. Now Nick I want you right here." She said as she sat him down on the end of the table. Grabbing her bag from the hall she came back pulling a stethoscope around her neck. In no time she was poking and prodding him asking him personal questions. He tried not to answer but his mother stood there staring him down until he did. Once or twice Mary was about to berate him about one of his answers, but Stephanie was quick to step to his defense. But still things like how many times you masturbate a week, what do you masturbate to, what turns you on, do you find your sister or mother sexually attractive are not the kind of questions you want to answer, especially in front of your mom and sister; especially questions about them. It was quickly becoming his worst nightmare, but when he thought about he figured that this was much worse. Taking a couple straps from her bag Stephanie tightened Nicks legs to those of the table. Nick couldn't say who was more shocked him or them. Pulling him to his feet Stephanie started the testicle exam. "Now this is used to tell if there's something wrong with the testicles. Cancer or knots in the vas deferens (the spermatic cords). Really it would be best for both of you to know how to do this. Please come here and I'll show you how." If he could have bolted he would have but with his hands and legs tied he had no chance. Suddenly, both his mother and sister were right there with the doctor. Each taking her turn to feel, stretch, and molest his poor testicles. After a few minutes each, the doctor felt they were now well informed. Nick felt like he was burning up he was so embarrassed. Taking his arms Stephanie lowered him back down to the table. Taking a small knife from her bag she cut the pantyhose free letting Nick rub some feeling back into his hands. "Aw," Donna said, "those were a pair of my best pantyhose." "Sorry, dear." Stephanie said a little amused. "I'll get you a new pair." Smiling at Nick she said, "Now just lie back we have just a few more tests to do." Lying back reluctantly, Nick just noticed Doctor Kline pulling something from her bag. Before he had time to realize what it was Stephanie had his hands cuffed together under the table. "Hey!" Was about the only articulate thought that came to him. "Don't worry dear." Stephanie smiled at him again. "It's just a precaution. This test might upset you a little." "What test?" Nick whispered in bated breath. "I'm just going to take a sperm sample." Nick wasn't sure if it was him or Donna that gasped at the statement. "But ... but you can't. Not here. Not with them watching!" If he hadn't of been tied down he would of sat strait up but all he could do was lean up. Terror stark in his eyes. "It won't be that bad. Really." She said pushing him back down with one hand. Slipping on a pair of rubber gloves and pulling a small sample container from her bag she looked at Nick. He'd almost stopped breathing and he was looking around the room at his mother and sister to save him. But they just stood there. "Maybe ... " Donna's voice shook. "Maybe I shouldn't be here." "Nonsense." Stephanie said as she took hold of Nick's rigid member and pumped it a few times. "This will be a good learning experience. It will be up to you and your mother to do it from now on." "What?!" Donna and Mary said almost simultaneously. Nick couldn't even speak he felt so nauseous and dizzy. "Well, of course." Doctor Kline said. "If you plan to have him like this for a while, you're going to have to make sure he has a low testosterone level, so you won't have to worry about him. I've already told you the dangers of frustrating a young man." Taking some oil from her bag she put a little into her palm and took hold of Nick's cock again: slowly twisting and turning the oil into his hard-on. "Four or five times a day should do." This time Nick did gasp. "Maybe more if he seems too frisky." "But, they can't" Nick pleaded. "Oh, of course they can." She smiled at the two women. "I have the utmost confidence in them. This should be an easy task." Quickly she started pumping Nick's cock turning his coming protest into nothing more than a grunt. "You can do it all at one time in a row. When you do it that way it's called milking. And you can think of it the same way. Just a means to an end - nothing erotic." She hid her little smile by looking down at what she was doing. Already Nick was on the edge, but she wanted it to last longer so she tightened her grip and slowed down. "I don't know doctor." Mary said a little shaken. "Are you sure this is okay?" "Oh, positive." Stephanie smiled. "When I was an a med student, during my internship, I had to do this for some of the patients. It's really all just clinical. You'll have no problem." Putting on her most reassuring look she smiled up at them. "Besides it's almost like a punishment in itself. You don't feel guilty for a little paddling. Why should this be any different?" Moving the sample jar onto Nick's stomach she sped up her pace again. "After I'm through here. We can discus it. Then each of you can give it a try." Nick groaned at her words. He was once again on the edge. His cock felt ready to explode, he tried to hold back but Doctor Kline's hands were relentless. With a last heaving breath, cock pulsing, hands and feet in knots, he exploded into the container Stephanie held to tip of his cock. "Isn't the male reproductive system just amazing?" She exalted watching the last few pulses die away as she stroked it. Tears streamed down Nick's face through tightly closed eyes. He'd never felt so humiliated or lost in his whole life. Pulling the gloves from her hands Stephanie stroked Nicks chest and face trying to calm him. "Don't worry dear you did just fine." She said as she wiped a few tears away. "I think we should leave him to rest for a little bit. Why don't we have a drink or two in the other room?" Mary led them to the dinning room with only one quick glance back with a concerned look. Nick laid there mentally and physically exhausted. Everything had happened so fast. His life was crashing around his ears. Closing his eyes he tried to think of anything but what was coming. Until finally sleep claimed him. ---- "That was so amazing!" Donna blurted out as they all sat down at the table. "I've never seen anything like it!" "I agree." Stephanie said with a smile. "The male reproductive system just fascinates, doesn't it?" "That's not what I mean. It's the way you controlled it, controlled him ... it was, wow!" "Thank you dear," Stephanie said patting Donna on the hand while she took a sip of the whisky Mary had placed before her. "but in the end it's all just part of the whole. Just another fascinating side effect of the reproductive system." "I'm still not sure about all this." Mary said with a sigh. "It all seemed so rough on my poor little Nick." Concern heavy in her eyes. "Oh come on Mom. I haven't heard of a guy yet that would complain about cuming." Donna shot back with an exasperated look, but her eyes still glowed with the fascination of it all. "No, Donna, your mother has the right of it." Stephanie said hiding her smile. "I was very trying on poor Nick, but this is a punishment is it not? Doesn't he cry when you spank him?" Stephanie looked seriously into Mary's eyes. "Do you really want him enjoying it?" "No I guess not." Mary looked away not sure how to feel. Watching her son masturbated was the most erotic thing she'd ever felt, and the thought of doing it herself almost made her quiver with orgasm on the spot. But that was the problem: it felt wrong even though it also felt so right. It was like a war inside her head and her doubts were quickly losing. "But, should we really be doing it? He's my son and her brother." She said as if that should settle the whole thing. "As long as he doesn't take it the wrong way, why should it bother you?" Stephanie said in all seriousness. "Anyway it's up to you. I'm not here to pressure you into doing something that makes you feel uncomfortable, but I still will warn you that he may lose control and that will be your fault." Smiling at Mary she reassured her. "It's really just taking the high road and keeping him safe." After a little more discussion it was decided that as long as Nick was to be kept nude he would have to be milked to make sure his impulses were curbed. With a little more discussion they all decided that it would be best if Nick stayed home for the rest of the week, so he wouldn't do anything rash. Stephanie gave Mary an excuse for the week for his school and promised that she would come by sometime later in the week to check up on him. And after giving one last lesson in hand jobs Stephanie would have to go. ---- Nick wasn't sure what pulled him awake, but he remembered he was having the worst dream ever. Pulling his eyes open and trying to sit up he felt the handcuffs and saw Dr. Kline and realized that his dream, no his nightmare, was reality. "I'm glad to see you're awake." Stephanie smiled down at him. "Feeling rested? Because we have to more times to go." "What do you mean?" Nick tried to swallow the lump that had formed in his throat. "Your sister and mother have to have a go before I leave." "No, please..." Nick tried to sit up and pull his arms free but just succeeded in gouging a couple of furrows into his arms. "Now look what you've done." Stephanie said with a little heat. "Now you lay back right this instant young man." The crisp whip like tone had him lying back on the table before he realized it. "Let me clean these up." She said touching the little gashes on his arms. "Once were done with that we'll let your sister get her turn. And don't try to sit up again or I'll strap your chest down to the table and you'll have to sleep here all night. I'm sure you wouldn't like that." She said in tones that brook no argument. It was with a quick dab of some antiseptic or other and they were ready to start again. "Donna, please take your place." Donna nodded then knelt at Nick's side. She felt a little odd about being there, but the whole situation reeked with a wicked wild fascination she couldn't resist. This was her little brother, but at the same time it was a man she was about to take total control over. Nothing had ever given her such a wild thrill before. Slowly she took his limp dick into her hand and started to caress and squeeze it - taking control over it. With a few words of advice and encouragement she was slowly learning the power she now had. She tried to look into Nick's eyes to see the depth of her power, but his eyes were clamped tightly shut. On the few rare occasions when she'd given a guy a hand job she'd never felt this connection this power switching between them. But now it seemed so obvious it was like a slap in the face, a wakeup call. Donna knew that at that moment that Nick belonged to her, that he was totally in her power. With slow stops and subtle grip changes she could change the way he breathed and moved. She could bring him to the edge and leave him there or toss him over on a whim. It was a glory she'd never felt. One that she knew she want over and over again. And in that instant she understood Allison. This was what she was craving, what she could only get from a boy like her brother. But at the moment he belonged to her. Nick could feel the cresting waves of his orgasm come and fade with her movement. He felt like a new toy that she was just trying out. Just learning all it's new tricks. Minutes turned into an hour or more. His mind and body a roller coaster he couldn't control, until finally Stephanie told Donna to finish him off. That final crest felt like a mountain that he had to climb, but climb it he did. And the fall was glorious. A bone wrenching total body climax. But in that pleasure reality wouldn't leave him alone. It pounded with pictures of his cum stained body his sister leeching the last few drops from his still ridged cock. Shock and horror quickly stomped out what pleasure remained. Again, he was left feeling hollow and violated - humiliated more than he ever imagined. But it was just starting because as soon as Donna stood his mother took her place. Her eyes shinning with a gleam he'd never seen there before. And as her hand wrapped around his tender member he knew that his life had just turned to hell. Mary started pumping Nick's cock working him through his bought of over sensitivity. All he could do was grunt and moan while Dr. Kline urged her on. It took a minute or two for the pain to finally change back into pleasure. But by that point Nick was already in tears. It was just too much for him to deal with. Mary was quick and efficient and brought Nick literally to a screaming orgasm that left him shaking and totally crushed. He didn't even notice as the three women cleaned and pampered him and carried him off to bed. The night had shattered something in him and he knew he'd never be the same again. ---- It wasn't until later that evening that Donna stood in the door watching her brother toss and turn in his sweat soaked sleep that the guilt hit her. Her mother had somehow come to terms with it, but as she stood there watching Nick it hit her like a poleax. She'd done something wrong and she knew it, but she also knew she'd do it again and again and couldn't stop herself. Somehow she was going to have to make sure to fix it, to do something to make Nick all right. Crawling into bed beside him she took him in her arms and held him. With a little sob in his sleep Nick curled up tight and leaned into Donna's warmth. Bored into that safety that radiated from her. Finally with a sigh of relief he fell into calm silent sleep. Donna couldn't help but smile a sad but resigned smile as she held him closer. She knew what she had to do. ---- Mary sat there in her bed, the bottle of Jack Daniels propped up on the pillow beside her. The events of the night kept flowing over and over in her mind. It was like a nightmare. She had done the unforgivable to her son. She had forced herself on him, on a whim. But the worst of it was that she could feel the need in him, the need to be taken, and that really scared her. What was she to do with him? How could she even deal with something that she didn't even understand? With everything that happened she was going to have to finish what she started but how? All she really knew was that she was never going to touch him that way again. It would take time and effort but this time it was she who was going to have to build the trust back. It would be up to Donna to fill that need that they had fostered in him until she could find that someone who would know, and love him for or despite it. Taking another swig from the bottle and tightening the lid she slid into her covers. Clicking of the light she fought hard to find sleep in the tumble of guilt and shame that overcame her. But in the end she swept it all away with a firm resolve to find her son that true love to take care of him. 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