Nurse Frye was more than ready for young Tim when he was brought to her examining room at two o'clock the next afternoon. Several times she'd been ready to go seek him out earlier, but when he arrived she was glad she'd waited, for now he looked well prepared to start in his role as her special assistant. His hair was bedraggled, he was still perspiring, his clothes were torn, he had a black eye and he was filthy, and all in all he was ripe to be placed in the favored position she had in mind for him.
"Good afternoon, Tim," she sweetly said. "It looks as if you've had a busy time since last night. You may go now, Lester," she said to the big leering boy whom brought Tim to her. "Save Tim's bunk for him, though I'm not sure if he'll be returning to the dorm tonight."
As soon as the older boy was gone Nurse Frye went to Tim, slipped an arm about his shoulder, and said, "How did your first day at the Agency go? Tell me about it."
He glared at her and said, "I got in a fight as soon as I got there. They called me names and then they all ganged up on me. And then they pantsed me and said they were gonna… do things to me, but Lester finally stopped 'em. And then I had to peel potatoes and weed the grounds and wash pots and pans and do just about everything. And they kept calling me names and I got in another fight this morning over it."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. And what names were they calling you, Timmy?"
He sulked and said, "I'm not gonna say it. When can I get out of this place?"
She laughed and said, "You just got here. You'll leave when you're ready to. But come now, have a nice hot shower."
She led him balking through her rose-lighted room to her bathroom, and there she watched him, smiling, while he quickly shed his torn and dirty Agency uniform and darted into the shower. She hummed while she gathered up his clothing and stuffed it in the waste basket, and she thoroughly enjoyed her anticipation while she sat on the toilet seat waiting for him.
She beamed a smile at him when he emerged, and he averted his gaze and did his best to hide his private parts while he dried himself. With the towel wrapped around his waist he looked for his clothes, and Nurse Frye said, "You can't wear those any more. Put these on," she said, and handed him a pair of white boxer shorts from where she'd placed them on the sink.
He quickly put them on and tried to cover himself again, for they were made of silk that was so sheer that it was quite transparent, and there were no buttons on the overly long fly. Even a moderate erection would poke its rosy head out of that fly, but the transparency of the flimsy shorts would keep him exposed before that happened. "I can't wear these!" he said.
"It's all you will wear until you go back to the dorm, if you do. Come sit on my lap and let's have a look at that eye."
"I don't wanna sit on your lap and my eye is okay," he said. "And I sure don't wanna go in that other room again and look at those weird pictures and do those weird things!"
"Here at the Agency you don't always get what you want," she sweetly said, and reached out and grabbed him by the ear, plunked him down on her commodious lap. He was close to tears again but she just smiled and hugged him to her bosom and said, "You'll be happier here than you'd be out there with those awful boys. You know if they take off your pants again they might really do it to you next time. I hope they didn't hurt your precious prick," she said, and her hand slid down his hairless chest and inside the long fly, and though he squirmed and moaned on her lap, she had hold of his prick again.
"Oh, it looks just fine," she said, taking it out, working the foreskin up and down. "Does it want some Vaseline? Such a pretty thing, and starting to get stiff, just like my nipples are. You see? You see how my nipples are getting bigger and showing through my nurse's uniform? That's because I didn't wear a brassiere today, and because I'm so happy to see you. Put your hand inside my uniform and feel how stiff they're getting. Go on, honey. It's all right. You know very well how much you like to play with my big soft titties."
"I don't want to," he said, but he was looking longingly at them, and his prick was getting harder still in her moving hand.
"But of course you do," she said, loosening two buttons of her white nylon dress, and letting him have a good look at her mountainous cleavage before she took his little hand in hers and let it inside.
Soon it was moving there of its own accord, and soon Nurse Frye was sighing happily and this Special boy was breathing a little hard from the exertions of having his prick so nicely played with. It was completely stiff and hard and the end was just a little wet before she said, "Did you play with this last night? Did you jerk yourself off?"
"Heck, no n told you I wouldn't. But all the other guys in the dorm sure did play with themselves all night. Gosh!"
“Show me how they did it, Tim."
“I didn't see. It was after dark."
“You did see. Show me how they did it. Show me how I taught you to do it," she said, and she opened another button of her dress and hefted one big tit out right before his goggling eyes. "You can play with that big old thing all you want to, even kiss it once you've shown me what you learned about jacking off."
She clasped his hand around his dick and he quickly beat his meat, and she let him get to the point where he was panting with hot young excitement before she took his hand away and lifted a big tit, which he was quick to go for. Now it was she who played with his prick, slow and easy, while her darling black-eyed boy further excited them both by sucking on her nipple. He obviously hadn't had near enough of it when she lifted his face and kissed him on the mouth, hot and deep.
"What were the names they called you? What was it they said that made you fight them?" she said, nuzzling all around his hot little mouth, working his foreskin over his swollen glans, pushing her tit into his hand.
"I can't tell you. I don't wanna say it," said he, panting against her mouth, squirming all over her lap.
But she kept on and on, with words and actions, until at last he drew back from her, angry again, and blurted, "Cuntlapper! They called me a cuntlapper!"
She raised an eloquent eyebrow. "And what's so wrong with that?"
"It was the way they said it! I don't know…"
"Oh? So it wasn't that you didn't like lapping my cunt, it was just the way the other boys said it to you?"
"Well…," he said, fidgetting nervously.
"Don't tell me you don't like it already, that you've grown tired of lapping cunt. You just loved it last night. Well? Didn't you, Tim?"
His nervousness increased, and he said, "I don't know. It was all so weird."
"Is everything weird to you? We'll see," she said, and eased him off her lap, and got to her feet and began to work her skirt up as he crouched before her.
Nurse Frye's buttocks and hips were overly large for the uniform, but she exaggerated the effort it took her to work her skirt up, inch by inch, until her big red-thatched pussy was bared before his eyes. In honor of his coming she'd worn neither bra nor panties, and having kicked off her shoes, now all she had on was her white nylon uniform, and this was largely bunched about her waist. "Are you a cuntlapper?" she asked the crouching boy.
"Well, I did it, but… "
"Would you rather do it or just have the boys call you that name?" she said, swaying closer, tickling a finger through his hair.
"It… doesn't smell good."
"I think it does. And it tastes divine. Try it again; you'll see," she said, and fingered her fat wet cuntlips apart, and thrust her box still closer to him.
He whimpered once, but he began to lick her. She crooned in contentment but she didn't let it get out of hand. She just stood there tingling nicely and saying encouraging things to him until his cuntlapping showed signs of ardor and his hands were on her loins, and then she backed off, bent down, and said, "Are you a cuntlapper, Tim? Are you my cuntlapper?"
"Yes!" he croaked, and she kissed him on the lips, and she told him to follow her to her chair.
She had him stand before the movie screen while she got completely out of her uniform and settled comfortably in the big soft chair, knowing that even she looked good to a boy his age in that light. She pressed the button that started another movie loop, and she let it play upon his panting chest while she got comfortable, with each knee hooked over an arm of the chair and with her big old pussy all open and wet and red. All it took was a crook of her finger now and he was on all fours between her legs, licking and lapping her cunt while his stiff prick hung down waiting for its turn at heaven. Yes, he'd be a good boy, she thought, while she enjoyed the movies and the tonguing, and looked forward to the frantic prick-pounding she'd soon be getting.
Young Tim worked out well as Nurse Frye's assistant. Of course he couldn't carry out any of the routine medical chores that were her responsibility but he was there to keep things tidy and to help with the little things and to keep her in a good mood. He liked his job. All he ever wore were those ridiculously flimsy silk boxer shorts there in her little two and a half room empire, and that garment revealed the fact that he was generally a happy boy. His prick seemed to grow in just a week or two. Its foreskin certainly stretched, because he had hardon after harden, all day long. Sometimes Nurse Frye used them, other times she let them die, but she always did what she could to encourage him to get a new one. He was given free access to her dirty pictures, for instance, since she made it a point to leave at least a few lying about on her desk. They had a showing of dirty movies at least once a day, and these of course never failed to bring his thinly concealed prick peeping out of his silk shorts. She touched him and teased him too, but most of all she simply showed herself off to him, posing and posturing artfully about the examining room, letting her darling boy see all he wanted of her, then lifting her dress and smiling as he went obediently to his knees and happily carried out his role as her own private cuntlapper. Of course he fucked her too, and this was every bit as good as when he licked her cunt, but she held their fucking to only three or four times a day, not wanting to diminish his ardor for her.
He was a happy boy. He had all the sex life any boy could ever dream of, and he was generally a happy boy. But there were times of course, because he was also a young and growing boy, that he'd become a little obstinate or hard to handle. In a way Nurse Frye rather welcomed these times because she was first and foremost a juvenile expert and it gave her a professional pleasure to put him in his place and get him back on the straight and narrow. In fact, this challenge was so important to her that on occasion she was responsible for his acts of obstinacy that she would then have to correct.
For instance,
Other boys, -girls too, would have to come in to see Nurse Frye, either to be admitted to the Agency or more commonly in answer to some complaint over illness or minor injury. At these times. Nurse Frye would be forewarned, and would send young Tim to her mini-apartment while she examined or treated them in private. But there were times when she wouldn't send him away. He'd be working about the room, doing his keep-busy tasks and most frequently accompanied with a harden that poked out through his little uniform, when there'd come a knock at the door. He would freeze for a moment and then start for the sanctity of the apartment, but Nurse Frye would at times say, "No. You stay here. I might need your help."
He would moan and plead arid almost cry, but she would usually remain adamant, and then admit the caller, the patient.
It might be a boy with a cut finger, smirking and sniggering at the briefly clad Tim while Nurse Frye bandaged him up and said things to him that clearly indicated she'd had him in there in the past for more than a cut finger.
It might be a girl with a wrenched back whose pain was largely forgotten while she got her treatment and made snide little remarks about the boy in the thin boxer trunks who was blushing scarlet while he swept the floor around the examining table.
It might be Mr. Scantland himself, come in to talk about the management of the Agency and casting stern looks in Tim's direction while the boy cringed about the room, doing his little tasks.
Whoever it was, Tim was in constant fear of getting a hardon in their presence, for the thin shorts offered no protection at all against embarrassments such as this. But whoever it was, he knew very well when they were gone that he was in for another wild time with Nurse Frye, his protector and his lover, for each of these little episodes seemed to bring out the fiery woman in her. There were times when Tim even looked forward to being a part of this type of humiliation, but young as he was, he didn't realize he was looking forward to it.
Nurse Fyre knew it, though. If she knew anything, she knew young boys. She knew Tim very well because he'd been a special one in her hopes, but as usual, her hopes did not exceed reality. He was a good, dear boy, but he wasn't perfect. He worked hard and he sexed hard but he wasn't perfect, because there were so many other boys in the world that no one boy could be altogether perfect. Still she worked with him, enjoying him, finding new ways for enjoying him and training him.
For instance,
Tim slept in the little apartment while Nurse Frye usually went home to her comfortable house every night. One particular morning she came in and found nothing but fault with him. His hair wasn't properly combed, his shorts weren't properly ironed, he'd overslept and hadn't made his bed, and all the chores he'd done the day before simply weren't right. "I thought you were a man, at least a boy," she said. "But you're acting more like a silly girl. Lord knows I've tried to guide you rightly but it just hasn't worked out. I'm going to have to take you to Mr. Scantland's office and make an example out of you."
"But what'd I do?" he pleaded. "I live right here and do everything you say."
"You argue, that*s what you do. And it's time you got a good spanking for it. You've seen the girls that have come in here for salve for their blistered bottoms? You're going to need a whole jarful of salve for yours when Mr. Scantland is done with you."
“No, please!"
"Oh, yes. Matter of fact, he'll do a better job on you if you're dressed up like a girl. See? I've got a uniform for you right here."
She produced that awful uniform, the white blouse and the brown skirt, the one he knew the girls wore when they were summoned to Mr. Scantland's office for a whipping. And he broke down and simply begged that he shouldn't have to wear it. She hemmed and hawed, as only she could do, and at the last possible moment she relented and allowed as if he could go as he was, with some minor alterations.
She put her hand up the leghole of his shorts and inserted the pigeon's egg in his asshole. This was a plastic ovoid that contained a very active vibrator, operated by the batteries which were connected to it by the wire that came out of his anus. Nurse Frye had used it many times to bring out the best in him when he was fucking her, and both of them knew what it did to his prick when she used it. Next she put a blindfold around his eyes and a gag over his mouth and tied his hands behind his back and led him out of the examining room.
He hadn't been out of the rooms for several weeks and he'd had fantasies about how nice it would be to be free, but the fantasies hadn't included this. Though he couldn't see, he could hear, and he heard all manner of snickerings, both real and imagined, as he was led along on the front of the electrical wire leash, prick uncontrollably jutting out of his flimsy little silk shorts as Nurse Frye followed behind, pressing the button that worked the vibrator, deep in his asshole.
At last, after an interminable bare-footed trip through cold hallways, Tim was led through a door to be greeted by Mr. Scant-land's stern voice. "What's this???"
"He needs some discipline, I'm afraid."
"I have no time for him today. Two very bad girls are due right now for some discipline, Nurse Frye. He certainly does need it, though. The very idea, coming into the Office of the Director of the Agency in a condition like that!"
A chair squeaked backwards and in a moment Tim could feel the presence of the Director at his side. To his abject horror a hand grasped his stiffly jutting prick and milked back the foreskin, and for the life of him he didn't know if the hand belonged to Mr. Scant-land or to Nurse Frye, and for the life of him he couldn't help but go on responding to the buzzing pigeon's egg lodged deep up his ass.
They discussed him, discussed the girls who were to be disciplined, discussed the workings of the Agency while he gritted his teeth behind the gag and squinted his eyes behind the blindfold and tried not to squirt in the hand that was milking his prick and thus make an utter fool of himself. He almost had a heart attack when the timid knock at the door came, and then he sagged with relief when he was bustled along and hidden behind something long and soft, red draperies, he saw, when the blindfold was whipped off.
He could see through the drapes, dimly but clearly. He could watch everything going on, hear all of it, as Mr. Scantland administered stern discipline to two of the most gorgeous girls Tim had ever seen in his life. One was black and one was white, and each was superbly dressed in the brown and white uniform he'd been threatened with, and they were gorgeous. Even without the impetus of the thrilling pigeon's egg he might have cum, might have helplessly squirted his jizm against the drapes as he watched in real life, not just on a screen, while the girls took their punishment and gave much more.
He saw the whippings and the scoldings, the kisses and the tears, the finger-fuckings and the cuntlapping, and the fucking. He saw it all, even saw when each of the girls knelt and begged for and then sucked upon Mr. Scantland's long prick, and this too made Tim cum as he stood behind the drapes, watching, hearing, longing.
He was exhausted when he was let out, back down the hallways, blindfolded again. But he was able to show all his youthful vigor when he was back in the cozy apartment, with Nurse Frye comfortably ensconced in her chair, and with him given the opportunity to do as he would with her.