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The Larraine Institute for Young Gentlemen, Ch.01
Irene was very pleased with how things were developing the first several weeks with Craig. He had taken to his milking schedule very well, and the daily pill and lotion applications seemed to be working well also. The boy's already prodigious genitals seemed to be growing larger, and he was becoming almost constantly aroused. It now took only half an hour from the time he had recovered from his milking to the time that he began to show signs of involuntary stiffness and easy arousal again. All she had to do was mention something about his genitals or semen-milking schedule, and the boy couldn't help but get another erection.
He was becoming insatiable...
Irene was first attracted to her young nephew, only just turned 18, from the first time she had accidentally seen him undressed at her younger sister's house. She had always thought the boy to be a cute and adorable young fellow, but her breath had caught in her throat when she had first seen what was hanging between his thighs that fateful morning. Young Craig was not aware of his Aunt Irene, in her late 50's, lurking in the darkness of the hallway as she looked through his partly open door.
Craig had though he was alone in the house, and having just showered, he was preparing to get dressed but was in no hurry to do so as he had walked back and forth in his room picking up this and that. His movements had given Irene a view of his naked young body from every angle several times, but her stifled gasps betrayed the fact that her favorite view was when her nephew was walking toward her. She was delighted and fascinated by the way his fresh young genitals swayed to and fro with each step – they looked so succulent and full of promise...
Craig had a smallish but muscular build, filling out into manhood slowly, but his genitals were already very much 'man-sized', and then some. So big and heavy looking, she had wondered how he ever got his delightfully oversized genitals into his pants. His flaccid penis was long and thick, and his testes hung low in his relaxed scrotum and appeared to be the size of eggs.
At once Irene knew in her heart that her little sister's boy was very special. He was always so quiet and shy and easily embarrassed, which made him just adorable, but his genitals were just so big that she really wanted to touch and feel them. And she couldn't help but be fascinated by the idea of watching the boy ejaculate – no – making him ejaculate with her own hands. Yes, that would be so wonderful, she thought, to help him keep up his healthy genital development by frequently relieving him of any build up of excess semen.
In the days that followed her first glimpse, she had hatched the plan to bring the boy to live with her for the summer, and to make certain that she would be able to see his naked body and touch his young manhood regularly. She had heard whispers of Dr. Jordan Andre, and her special clinical practice devoted to the proper development and maintenance of male genitalia. Irene searched online and – voila! – She found the website and made an appointment to bring her nephew in for an examination.
Irene's sister was happy to have her son stay with his Aunt, and for Irene to take an interest in his health and take him to the doctor. Irene was amazed and thrilled that the visit to the clinic was more than she could have ever imagined. Her nephew had been put on an exam table completely nude, his legs were up in the stirrups, and his genitals were examined thoroughly by Dr. Andre and her assistant Nikki.
Then, to Irene's even greater delight, Dr. Andre had proceeded to stimulate the boy's penis and bring him to ejaculation. And the most amazing thing of all was that Irene was allowed – no, required – to be in the room and watch the whole thing. After that, Dr. Andre prescribed that beautiful young Craig's enormous genitals be 'milked' several times per day according to a strict schedule, and that he be given applications of a special 'genital development' cream, and also a daily pill of some kind.
It was required that all of a boy's scheduled milkings be properly supervised by a woman, preferably a family member like Irene. It was further stated that since his milkings must take place according to the time schedule, and because his output of semen must be collected, measured, and recorded on a chart, it was best if the boy were to be milked by his Aunt, rather than to be supervised while masturbating.
Irene was delighted, to say the least, and the blushing look on her already recently-milked and embarrassed nephew was priceless. And one couldn't go against a doctor's orders, could one?
Dr. Jordan also gave Irene a pair of special underwear for Craig, and the web link where she could purchase more. The underwear were called 'pouch-panties', and they were designed with three purposes in mind.
First, the special 'pouch' was made of very thin, stretchy material, so that his genitals had plenty of room to hang naturally with just a tiny bit of support. This was understood to encourage healthy genital development for boys – far better than either restrictive briefs or useless boxers.
Secondly, the pouch itself was very sheer, so that it was nearly transparent. This was really for the benefit of the women in the presence of a male who wore the pouch panties so that his genitals could be clearly seen and enjoyed.
Third, the name 'pouch-panties', the soft pastel colors they were made in, and the fact that they were designed to be thin, soft, and clingy, all added to a boy's embarrassment at wearing them. They were cut with a low waist, high-cut thighs, and the minimum fabric necessary to fulfill the function.
Having a boy wear pouch panties always made him self-conscious and easily embarrassed. Dr. Andre also recommended that when the boy was at home, he should wear nothing but the special pouch-panties, as they were the only truly healthy garment for a male to wear.
In addition to the physical aspects of extracting semen from the boy under a rigorous schedule of milking sessions, and the replacement of the boy's normal underwear with the 'pouch-panties', there was also a psychological aspect to the boy's 'treatment program'. Dr. Andre and her staff trained Irene both in written form and by example, how to 'imprint' her young charge with the proper psychological suggestions to help him be the most delightful young man he could be.
These suggestions, applied in subtle ways throughout the day, but more dramatically during his milking sessions when his young mind was most open and vulnerable, were designed and intended to help him become even more self-conscious about his genitals and to bring out his submissive nature.
The results were wonderful. He was more easily embarrassed than ever, and now was so easily aroused at the slightest suggestion. Dr. Andre had told Irene in a phone conversation that this was to be expected, and encouraged the mature woman to continue to keep the boy erect and embarrassed as much as possible between milkings.
Whether merely by the psychology of suggestion at his most impressionable moments, or that in combination with the d**gs, Irene was not sure. But just a hint of talk about his genitals could now make his penis swell and his breathing quicken, and the boy would become obviously aroused no matter what the circumstance. It was hard for Irene to keep from toying with the boy's arousal and easy embarrassment about it as he was more easily manipulated every day.
He was so easily aroused, and still so blushingly embarrassed by his body's responses, that Irene couldn't help herself but to enjoy making the boy stiffen up in the most embarrassing situations. She loved nothing more than to be out shopping with him, or in line for a movie ticket, or in a restaurant, or especially visiting one of her many friends, and say something to arouse the boy. It was so easy and delightfully fun – especially for the ladies present!
When out of the house, Irene would have Craig wear small cotton gym shorts and a tee shirt. The gym shorts she chose for him were always of a thin fabric and one size too small, so that his ample genitals were evident even without arousal. She loved to watch his face blush whenever he noticed that women were eyeing the copious bulge in his shorts, and to hear him softly groan if she had to remind him, always whispered loudly enough so that others could hear, to keep his hands at his sides like a gentleman should.
That always produced small grins on the faces of nearby females whose inquisitive eyes were being pleased by the boy. Irene loved to lean over and whisper to her nephew something like, "Those ladies over there are looking right at the big bulge in your shorts, dear. I suppose they are wondering just how big your penis is, aren't they? Wouldn't it be nice if this were a good place to slip your shorts down and let them see your pretty pink panties? I'm sure they'd be very pleased..."
Words like that would now make the boy tremble and blush anew as his penis would immediately start throbbing and stiffening, tenting his shorts out. He would be so embarrassed, and Irene could always see the mental war going on inside him as he fought the powerful urge to cross his hands in front of his crotch and hide his erection from view. But if he tried, Irene would again insist that he stand up straight with his hands at his sides and assure him that there was nothing to be ashamed of and that it was normal for boys to have erections.
He was allowed to wear nothing in Irene's home but his pouch-panties, and he was becoming accustomed to Irene having her friends over to visit. He was 'accustomed', but not 'comfortable', since part of the conditioning of his mind included keeping him very self-conscious and embarrassed at being exposed to his aunt and her mature lady friends, even though it was now almost a daily occurrence.
Irene mused as she drove her 18-year-old nephew home from his latest follow-up appointment at the Andre Clinic for Male Genital Health that she had conditioned the boy very well in the first several weeks. She had already included her friends Marg, Daphne, and Cora in his milking sessions at home and away, and the boy had been an obedient and compliant young man, cooperating fully with his milkings no matter how embarrassing Irene made them to be. She had managed many 'out of home' milking sessions in order to keep up the schedule; several while visiting at Marg's or Daphne's house, and once at the shopping mall with Cora's help.
The first time he had been milked away from Irene's house or the Andre Clinic was at Daphne's. She had purposefully taken the boy to Daphne's home only a half-hour before his scheduled milking. Since she only let him wear small cotton gym trunks, and his conditioning had caused him to become erect in anticipation of his next milking, the poor boy arrived at Daphne's already struggling to hide a growing erection. Irene just 'had to' insist that he stand up straight with his hands at his sides as she greeted her friend and chatted about the weather.
The boy's blushing and fidgeting were just priceless as Irene explained all about Craig's milking schedule, and the two mature women blatantly looked at the tenting bulge in his shorts. Irene then told Craig to go ahead and take off his shorts and tee shirt so Daphne could see how pretty his new pink pouch-panties were. He was so nervous as he undressed under the oh-so-interested eyes of his two mature keepers.
Daphne allowed as how the pouch-panties looked 'very nice' on Craig and encouraged him that from now on, he need wear nothing else whenever he came to visit her home. Of course Irene agreed that would be best as she explained to her friend the developmental benefits of the pouch-panties while young Craig could only stand in front of them as a panty-model.
Soon it was time to relieve her nephew's semen build up, and Irene asked if she could enlist her friend's help to perform Craig's scheduled milking atop Daphne's dining table. Daphne was only too happy to help, and led Craig by the hand to her dining room, helped him out of his pouch-panties under Irene's watchful eye, and the two ladies worked together to position Craig just right at the corner of the table.
Daphne brought the boy some small pillows for his knees, and a big fluffy one to lay his head upon. His position was perfect for milking – on his elbows and knees – with his left knee just at the dining table's corner. Irene positioned the sample cup beneath Craig's stiffening penis, and taught Daphne how to properly milk a boy with the two-handed downward strokes. She also taught her how to properly fondle and stimulate the boy's dangling testes to excellent effect, and the two women took turns at each station.
The constant starting and stopping of the milking process as the two women kept changing places made this particular milking session take extra time. Of course, the ladies were in no hurry, and took their time to chat about the wonders of male genital development and keeping up a good schedule with a boy so that he wouldn't get an unhealthy 'backing up' of semen.
The boy's blushing embarrassment was just adorable! It seemed the more embarrassed and ashamed the boy was, the more intense were his ejaculations and more copious the semen he produced. This was, of course, one of the chief goals of the psychological imprinting portion of his genital development program.
Daphne picked up on the verbal 'imprinting' with the same acuity that she had mastered the downward milking stroke and testicle massage techniques that were so important for a boy's healthy and thorough milking. She quickly joined in with Irene in saying all the special things that a boy needs to hear from his lovingly maternal and mature masturbatrices.
Daphne was taking a turn sliding her hands from the base of his thick penis all the way over his red and swollen glans, slowly and efficiently repeating the hand-over-hand continuous downward stimulation to draw the boy ever so slowly to ejaculation.
She said, "Keep your thighs nice and wide, dear so that your Aunt Irene can properly massage your full testicles while I milk your beautiful penis. You're being such a good cooperative boy, honey, and we'll have you making nice big spurts of semen soon, dear. But right now, you just relax and let Aunty Daphne stroke your penis for you, that's a good boy..."
Irene chimed in, "Yes, what a good boy you are being, dear. Your testicles are so big and full for us this morning. I'm sure you'll soon be giving us some nice big-boy spurts of semen soon and fill up the sample cup for us, won't you dear? But not too soon, dear, because we have to build up the stimulation slowly, don't we? Yes, such a good boy knows that his Aunt Irene and Aunty Daphne know what's best for his penis. And we know just how to stroke your penis gently and rub your sweet testes to help you."
Daphne slowed her hand movements even more, saying, "Oh, my, Craig, I could feel your beautiful stiff penis throb a little, so I have to slow down. We don't want to have you spurt for us too soon, dear."
"Yes, that's right," said Irene as she fondled her nephew's large testes in her little hands, "We can't have our boy spurting too quickly. A good and proper milking of semen takes a long time and must be done with patience and care, honey. We know what's best for you dear, you just need to breathe deeply and relax and let us take care of your big stiff penis and your firm swollen testicles. We're going to get all your semen out in just a while longer, dear, so you just relax and let us take good care of you."
The ladies changed positions so that Irene was in charge of Craig's penis and Daphne had charge of his testes. Irene had shown Daphne how to gently stretch the boy's testes down and behind him while feeling and fondling them lovingly. Daphne had never seen genitals as large as Craig's, and was both impressed and fascinated by every shape, texture, and color. She adored his testes and treated them lovingly as she massaged and felt them to her heart's content.
Irene began to increase the tempo of the downward strokes slightly as she teased the boy mercilessly. "Mmm..." she mused, "I wonder if our sweet boy is nearly ready to spurt for us, Daphne, what do you think?"
Daphne replied, "Well, I think he's such a good boy that we shouldn't stop now. I suppose since he's scheduled for a milking, that we should milk him fully..."
"Yes, I agree," said Irene as she smiled at her friend, "But I was just wondering if we should let him spurt all his semen out for us now, or perhaps we should wait a little longer..." Irene was increasing her pace slightly as she spoke, in contrast to her words, and she was holding his erect penis more firmly as she milked downward.
Irene continued, "On the other hand, I suppose I could begin to rub his penis faster and encourage him to let his semen flow. But at the same time, it might be best to slow down and just make it last another half hour or so." Both women smiled as they heard the boy gasp and moan at the thought of being pleasurably tormented for another long period of time.
Daphne said, "But I think we agree that he has been a good boy. He's been holding nice and still for us in his milking position, just like you told him to. He's kept his head down and his thighs wide so that we can access his genitals well. What if he promises to give us his very best spurts and give us every last drop of his semen? Would you let him ejaculate for us if he promised to be such a very good boy?"
Irene winked at her friend and slowed her hands so that they were just barely moving – ever so slowly down the length of his shaft. Then she gripped his penis in her left hand just above the crown of his glans, and rubbed the flat palm of her soft and well-lubricated palm in circles against the red and swollen head of his overly-aroused penis. Both ladies suppressed giggles as the boy gasped and moaned as his hips couldn't help but wiggle in response to the intense stimulation.
Irene spoke in a soft and maternal voice, as though speaking to a very young c***d, as she said, "Craig, dear, your penis seems very sensitive, do you think I should stop rubbing and stroking and playing with your penis so you can rest honey?"
Between gasps, the boy could only shake his head, 'no'.
Irene increased the stimulation, pulling and twisting with her hand around his shaft and rubbing the tips of her soft fingers all over his glans. "I'm sorry, honey, Aunt Irene couldn't hear you. Please use your words like a good boy and tell me what you need."
Irene had, in the past few weeks, become a highly skilled masturbatrix, able to manipulate her nephew's penis in all the unique ways that could control his ability to breathe, let alone talk. She used her skills to try to prohibit the desperate boy from talking, just to enjoy his delicious torment. She knew that by focusing all her attention to the head of his penis, he wouldn't be able to ejaculate, but he'd be overwhelmed by the intense sensations.
Oh, how she loved boys and their oh-so-delightfully sensitive penises. She knew the old saying was true that if you were in control of a boy's penis, you were in control of the boy.
Irene was very pleased with how things were developing the first several weeks with Craig. He had taken to his milking schedule very well, and the daily pill and lotion applications seemed to be working well also. The boy's already prodigious genitals seemed to be growing larger, and he was becoming almost constantly aroused. It now took only half an hour from the time he had recovered from his milking to the time that he began to show signs of involuntary stiffness and easy arousal again. All she had to do was mention something about his genitals or semen-milking schedule, and the boy couldn't help but get another erection.
He was becoming insatiable...
Irene was first attracted to her young nephew, only just turned 18, from the first time she had accidentally seen him undressed at her younger sister's house. She had always thought the boy to be a cute and adorable young fellow, but her breath had caught in her throat when she had first seen what was hanging between his thighs that fateful morning. Young Craig was not aware of his Aunt Irene, in her late 50's, lurking in the darkness of the hallway as she looked through his partly open door.
Craig had though he was alone in the house, and having just showered, he was preparing to get dressed but was in no hurry to do so as he had walked back and forth in his room picking up this and that. His movements had given Irene a view of his naked young body from every angle several times, but her stifled gasps betrayed the fact that her favorite view was when her nephew was walking toward her. She was delighted and fascinated by the way his fresh young genitals swayed to and fro with each step – they looked so succulent and full of promise...
Craig had a smallish but muscular build, filling out into manhood slowly, but his genitals were already very much 'man-sized', and then some. So big and heavy looking, she had wondered how he ever got his delightfully oversized genitals into his pants. His flaccid penis was long and thick, and his testes hung low in his relaxed scrotum and appeared to be the size of eggs.
At once Irene knew in her heart that her little sister's boy was very special. He was always so quiet and shy and easily embarrassed, which made him just adorable, but his genitals were just so big that she really wanted to touch and feel them. And she couldn't help but be fascinated by the idea of watching the boy ejaculate – no – making him ejaculate with her own hands. Yes, that would be so wonderful, she thought, to help him keep up his healthy genital development by frequently relieving him of any build up of excess semen.
In the days that followed her first glimpse, she had hatched the plan to bring the boy to live with her for the summer, and to make certain that she would be able to see his naked body and touch his young manhood regularly. She had heard whispers of Dr. Jordan Andre, and her special clinical practice devoted to the proper development and maintenance of male genitalia. Irene searched online and – voila! – She found the website and made an appointment to bring her nephew in for an examination.
Irene's sister was happy to have her son stay with his Aunt, and for Irene to take an interest in his health and take him to the doctor. Irene was amazed and thrilled that the visit to the clinic was more than she could have ever imagined. Her nephew had been put on an exam table completely nude, his legs were up in the stirrups, and his genitals were examined thoroughly by Dr. Andre and her assistant Nikki.
Then, to Irene's even greater delight, Dr. Andre had proceeded to stimulate the boy's penis and bring him to ejaculation. And the most amazing thing of all was that Irene was allowed – no, required – to be in the room and watch the whole thing. After that, Dr. Andre prescribed that beautiful young Craig's enormous genitals be 'milked' several times per day according to a strict schedule, and that he be given applications of a special 'genital development' cream, and also a daily pill of some kind.
It was required that all of a boy's scheduled milkings be properly supervised by a woman, preferably a family member like Irene. It was further stated that since his milkings must take place according to the time schedule, and because his output of semen must be collected, measured, and recorded on a chart, it was best if the boy were to be milked by his Aunt, rather than to be supervised while masturbating.
Irene was delighted, to say the least, and the blushing look on her already recently-milked and embarrassed nephew was priceless. And one couldn't go against a doctor's orders, could one?
Dr. Jordan also gave Irene a pair of special underwear for Craig, and the web link where she could purchase more. The underwear were called 'pouch-panties', and they were designed with three purposes in mind.
First, the special 'pouch' was made of very thin, stretchy material, so that his genitals had plenty of room to hang naturally with just a tiny bit of support. This was understood to encourage healthy genital development for boys – far better than either restrictive briefs or useless boxers.
Secondly, the pouch itself was very sheer, so that it was nearly transparent. This was really for the benefit of the women in the presence of a male who wore the pouch panties so that his genitals could be clearly seen and enjoyed.
Third, the name 'pouch-panties', the soft pastel colors they were made in, and the fact that they were designed to be thin, soft, and clingy, all added to a boy's embarrassment at wearing them. They were cut with a low waist, high-cut thighs, and the minimum fabric necessary to fulfill the function.
Having a boy wear pouch panties always made him self-conscious and easily embarrassed. Dr. Andre also recommended that when the boy was at home, he should wear nothing but the special pouch-panties, as they were the only truly healthy garment for a male to wear.
In addition to the physical aspects of extracting semen from the boy under a rigorous schedule of milking sessions, and the replacement of the boy's normal underwear with the 'pouch-panties', there was also a psychological aspect to the boy's 'treatment program'. Dr. Andre and her staff trained Irene both in written form and by example, how to 'imprint' her young charge with the proper psychological suggestions to help him be the most delightful young man he could be.
These suggestions, applied in subtle ways throughout the day, but more dramatically during his milking sessions when his young mind was most open and vulnerable, were designed and intended to help him become even more self-conscious about his genitals and to bring out his submissive nature.
The results were wonderful. He was more easily embarrassed than ever, and now was so easily aroused at the slightest suggestion. Dr. Andre had told Irene in a phone conversation that this was to be expected, and encouraged the mature woman to continue to keep the boy erect and embarrassed as much as possible between milkings.
Whether merely by the psychology of suggestion at his most impressionable moments, or that in combination with the d**gs, Irene was not sure. But just a hint of talk about his genitals could now make his penis swell and his breathing quicken, and the boy would become obviously aroused no matter what the circumstance. It was hard for Irene to keep from toying with the boy's arousal and easy embarrassment about it as he was more easily manipulated every day.
He was so easily aroused, and still so blushingly embarrassed by his body's responses, that Irene couldn't help herself but to enjoy making the boy stiffen up in the most embarrassing situations. She loved nothing more than to be out shopping with him, or in line for a movie ticket, or in a restaurant, or especially visiting one of her many friends, and say something to arouse the boy. It was so easy and delightfully fun – especially for the ladies present!
When out of the house, Irene would have Craig wear small cotton gym shorts and a tee shirt. The gym shorts she chose for him were always of a thin fabric and one size too small, so that his ample genitals were evident even without arousal. She loved to watch his face blush whenever he noticed that women were eyeing the copious bulge in his shorts, and to hear him softly groan if she had to remind him, always whispered loudly enough so that others could hear, to keep his hands at his sides like a gentleman should.
That always produced small grins on the faces of nearby females whose inquisitive eyes were being pleased by the boy. Irene loved to lean over and whisper to her nephew something like, "Those ladies over there are looking right at the big bulge in your shorts, dear. I suppose they are wondering just how big your penis is, aren't they? Wouldn't it be nice if this were a good place to slip your shorts down and let them see your pretty pink panties? I'm sure they'd be very pleased..."
Words like that would now make the boy tremble and blush anew as his penis would immediately start throbbing and stiffening, tenting his shorts out. He would be so embarrassed, and Irene could always see the mental war going on inside him as he fought the powerful urge to cross his hands in front of his crotch and hide his erection from view. But if he tried, Irene would again insist that he stand up straight with his hands at his sides and assure him that there was nothing to be ashamed of and that it was normal for boys to have erections.
He was allowed to wear nothing in Irene's home but his pouch-panties, and he was becoming accustomed to Irene having her friends over to visit. He was 'accustomed', but not 'comfortable', since part of the conditioning of his mind included keeping him very self-conscious and embarrassed at being exposed to his aunt and her mature lady friends, even though it was now almost a daily occurrence.
Irene mused as she drove her 18-year-old nephew home from his latest follow-up appointment at the Andre Clinic for Male Genital Health that she had conditioned the boy very well in the first several weeks. She had already included her friends Marg, Daphne, and Cora in his milking sessions at home and away, and the boy had been an obedient and compliant young man, cooperating fully with his milkings no matter how embarrassing Irene made them to be. She had managed many 'out of home' milking sessions in order to keep up the schedule; several while visiting at Marg's or Daphne's house, and once at the shopping mall with Cora's help.
The first time he had been milked away from Irene's house or the Andre Clinic was at Daphne's. She had purposefully taken the boy to Daphne's home only a half-hour before his scheduled milking. Since she only let him wear small cotton gym trunks, and his conditioning had caused him to become erect in anticipation of his next milking, the poor boy arrived at Daphne's already struggling to hide a growing erection. Irene just 'had to' insist that he stand up straight with his hands at his sides as she greeted her friend and chatted about the weather.
The boy's blushing and fidgeting were just priceless as Irene explained all about Craig's milking schedule, and the two mature women blatantly looked at the tenting bulge in his shorts. Irene then told Craig to go ahead and take off his shorts and tee shirt so Daphne could see how pretty his new pink pouch-panties were. He was so nervous as he undressed under the oh-so-interested eyes of his two mature keepers.
Daphne allowed as how the pouch-panties looked 'very nice' on Craig and encouraged him that from now on, he need wear nothing else whenever he came to visit her home. Of course Irene agreed that would be best as she explained to her friend the developmental benefits of the pouch-panties while young Craig could only stand in front of them as a panty-model.
Soon it was time to relieve her nephew's semen build up, and Irene asked if she could enlist her friend's help to perform Craig's scheduled milking atop Daphne's dining table. Daphne was only too happy to help, and led Craig by the hand to her dining room, helped him out of his pouch-panties under Irene's watchful eye, and the two ladies worked together to position Craig just right at the corner of the table.
Daphne brought the boy some small pillows for his knees, and a big fluffy one to lay his head upon. His position was perfect for milking – on his elbows and knees – with his left knee just at the dining table's corner. Irene positioned the sample cup beneath Craig's stiffening penis, and taught Daphne how to properly milk a boy with the two-handed downward strokes. She also taught her how to properly fondle and stimulate the boy's dangling testes to excellent effect, and the two women took turns at each station.
The constant starting and stopping of the milking process as the two women kept changing places made this particular milking session take extra time. Of course, the ladies were in no hurry, and took their time to chat about the wonders of male genital development and keeping up a good schedule with a boy so that he wouldn't get an unhealthy 'backing up' of semen.
The boy's blushing embarrassment was just adorable! It seemed the more embarrassed and ashamed the boy was, the more intense were his ejaculations and more copious the semen he produced. This was, of course, one of the chief goals of the psychological imprinting portion of his genital development program.
Daphne picked up on the verbal 'imprinting' with the same acuity that she had mastered the downward milking stroke and testicle massage techniques that were so important for a boy's healthy and thorough milking. She quickly joined in with Irene in saying all the special things that a boy needs to hear from his lovingly maternal and mature masturbatrices.
Daphne was taking a turn sliding her hands from the base of his thick penis all the way over his red and swollen glans, slowly and efficiently repeating the hand-over-hand continuous downward stimulation to draw the boy ever so slowly to ejaculation.
She said, "Keep your thighs nice and wide, dear so that your Aunt Irene can properly massage your full testicles while I milk your beautiful penis. You're being such a good cooperative boy, honey, and we'll have you making nice big spurts of semen soon, dear. But right now, you just relax and let Aunty Daphne stroke your penis for you, that's a good boy..."
Irene chimed in, "Yes, what a good boy you are being, dear. Your testicles are so big and full for us this morning. I'm sure you'll soon be giving us some nice big-boy spurts of semen soon and fill up the sample cup for us, won't you dear? But not too soon, dear, because we have to build up the stimulation slowly, don't we? Yes, such a good boy knows that his Aunt Irene and Aunty Daphne know what's best for his penis. And we know just how to stroke your penis gently and rub your sweet testes to help you."
Daphne slowed her hand movements even more, saying, "Oh, my, Craig, I could feel your beautiful stiff penis throb a little, so I have to slow down. We don't want to have you spurt for us too soon, dear."
"Yes, that's right," said Irene as she fondled her nephew's large testes in her little hands, "We can't have our boy spurting too quickly. A good and proper milking of semen takes a long time and must be done with patience and care, honey. We know what's best for you dear, you just need to breathe deeply and relax and let us take care of your big stiff penis and your firm swollen testicles. We're going to get all your semen out in just a while longer, dear, so you just relax and let us take good care of you."
The ladies changed positions so that Irene was in charge of Craig's penis and Daphne had charge of his testes. Irene had shown Daphne how to gently stretch the boy's testes down and behind him while feeling and fondling them lovingly. Daphne had never seen genitals as large as Craig's, and was both impressed and fascinated by every shape, texture, and color. She adored his testes and treated them lovingly as she massaged and felt them to her heart's content.
Irene began to increase the tempo of the downward strokes slightly as she teased the boy mercilessly. "Mmm..." she mused, "I wonder if our sweet boy is nearly ready to spurt for us, Daphne, what do you think?"
Daphne replied, "Well, I think he's such a good boy that we shouldn't stop now. I suppose since he's scheduled for a milking, that we should milk him fully..."
"Yes, I agree," said Irene as she smiled at her friend, "But I was just wondering if we should let him spurt all his semen out for us now, or perhaps we should wait a little longer..." Irene was increasing her pace slightly as she spoke, in contrast to her words, and she was holding his erect penis more firmly as she milked downward.
Irene continued, "On the other hand, I suppose I could begin to rub his penis faster and encourage him to let his semen flow. But at the same time, it might be best to slow down and just make it last another half hour or so." Both women smiled as they heard the boy gasp and moan at the thought of being pleasurably tormented for another long period of time.
Daphne said, "But I think we agree that he has been a good boy. He's been holding nice and still for us in his milking position, just like you told him to. He's kept his head down and his thighs wide so that we can access his genitals well. What if he promises to give us his very best spurts and give us every last drop of his semen? Would you let him ejaculate for us if he promised to be such a very good boy?"
Irene winked at her friend and slowed her hands so that they were just barely moving – ever so slowly down the length of his shaft. Then she gripped his penis in her left hand just above the crown of his glans, and rubbed the flat palm of her soft and well-lubricated palm in circles against the red and swollen head of his overly-aroused penis. Both ladies suppressed giggles as the boy gasped and moaned as his hips couldn't help but wiggle in response to the intense stimulation.
Irene spoke in a soft and maternal voice, as though speaking to a very young c***d, as she said, "Craig, dear, your penis seems very sensitive, do you think I should stop rubbing and stroking and playing with your penis so you can rest honey?"
Between gasps, the boy could only shake his head, 'no'.
Irene increased the stimulation, pulling and twisting with her hand around his shaft and rubbing the tips of her soft fingers all over his glans. "I'm sorry, honey, Aunt Irene couldn't hear you. Please use your words like a good boy and tell me what you need."
Irene had, in the past few weeks, become a highly skilled masturbatrix, able to manipulate her nephew's penis in all the unique ways that could control his ability to breathe, let alone talk. She used her skills to try to prohibit the desperate boy from talking, just to enjoy his delicious torment. She knew that by focusing all her attention to the head of his penis, he wouldn't be able to ejaculate, but he'd be overwhelmed by the intense sensations.
Oh, how she loved boys and their oh-so-delightfully sensitive penises. She knew the old saying was true that if you were in control of a boy's penis, you were in control of the boy.
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