“We’re in Prep Room Three,” she told him over her shoulder as they walked, “it’s just down here!” Rounding a corner, Timothy saw another pair walking towards them – another uniformed young woman, a brunette this time, slightly taller than Mollie, leading a grinning, sporty-looking girl of fifteen or sixteen by the elbow. Not only was the girl stark naked but her hands appeared to be tied behind her back.

“Have fun!” she smiled at Timothy as they passed.

“Eyes back in your head, mister!” Mollie teased as Timothy turned his head to continue watching the naked girl, observing her lovely, shapely rump and the aluminium band around her wrists.

“Why is she restrained like that?” he asked. “She doesn’t look like she’s going to try running away!”

“It’s part of the process.” Mollie explained. “Don’t worry!” she winked, “I won’t fix it too tight!” Timothy was about to ask more questions, not having realised that he would be delivered to the party like a prisoner, even if the restraints were only symbolic, but he was distracted as they arrived at the door. “Here we are!” the pretty red-head smiled, but instead of just pushing the door open like Timothy had expected, she knocked on it.

“Nearly done!” a voice from within answered. “Come on in!” Now she did open the door and led the young meat-boy into Prep Room Three were a young man was fixing the hands of a nine or ten year old girl behind her back, watched by a boy of somewhere between her age and Timothy’s who was already restrained. Both were grinning happily and, from their matching golden blonde hair, it seemed likely that they were siblings. What the teen could not fail to notice was the that boy’s sausage, despite being a similar size and shape to his own index finger, seemed to be fully erect and had some sort of hook coming out the top of it which was fixed like a piercing to his belly-button.

“Yup!” Mollie chuckled, as if reading his thoughts. “I’ve got one of those lined up for you too but don’t worry, I’ll talk you through everything as we do it. You done in here, Phil?” The man confirmed that he was and led his two charges out of the room, leaving Timothy alone with Mollie and giving him a chance to take a good look at the room. It was, he thought, as if someone had decided to turn their kitchen into an office. The floor was covered in easily-cleaned linoleum and there was row of cabinets down one wall with a black marble-effect counter-top and a desk, half of which was taken up with white carrier bags, all sealed with labels bearing QR codes and hand-written names and the other half of which was a selection of boxes, packets and bottles. The lighting with bright but warm, not like the harsh fluorescent lights of the reception area or corridor and the temperature clearly designed to be perfectly comfortable for people with no clothes on.

“Okay!” Mollie made some notes on her clipboard then took an empty bag and passed it to him. “Pop your clothes and shoes in here, please. They will be returned to your nominated carer or guardian within three working days. Come on,” she tapped her pen on the edge of the board a little impatiently. “No need to be shy! I can assure you that you don’t have anything I’ve not seen before, many, many times. Let’s get this show on the road!” If it had felt awkward undressing in front of his mum, stripping off in front of an attractive young woman who, despite being an adult, was probably far closer to his age than his parent’s, was on a whole other level! Still, she was a professional and it’s not as if he could get cooked with a pair of shorts on, so Timothy slightly nervously did as he was told, starting with his shoes and socks which he put straight into the bag, then his top and finally his trousers, under which he was not wearing anything.

“There you go.” he smiled a little shyly, feeling his cheeks getting hot, as he passed the carrier bag to Mollie who took a pre-printed label from her clipboard and used it to seal the bag before adding it to the others on the desk.

“Very good!” She smiled, setting down the clipboard and putting on a pair of blue latex gloves. “Now, let’s have a look at you.”

With his arms by his side and trying to relax despite the somewhat surreal situation and his knowledge of what was to come next, Timothy stood in the middle of the floor as Mollie walked around him to complete her visual inspection. Timothy was two month shy of his fourteenth birthday, a little taller than average for his age and, although not exactly muscular, had a well-toned body from swimming and cycling with very little fat but not too thin either. His thighs were quite thick, his belly taught and rump round, firm and peachy. His sausage, which was currently in a somewhat swollen state but nowhere near fully hard was a good size, especially when erect, and his oysters in their tight pouch were the size and shape of damson plums and promised to be just as juicy. His dark brown hair was not exactly long but not too short either, cut in a kind of feathered style that framed his handsome face nicely and hung just past his ears. Mediterranean blood on his paternal grandfather’s side had given him big, dark eyes and light olive skin which gave him the appearance of having a year-round tan and, although his rump was a little paler than the rest of his body, was generally an even shade all over. There was no denying that he looked good in his birthday suit and would look even better on the spit!

“Great stuff!” Mollie smiled. “Now,” she picked up a plastic flask with a wide opening and a screw-top lid from the desk, “I assume you haven’t eaten for the past twenty four hours?” Timothy confirmed this. “And nothing to drink but water?” He nodded. “Good. When did you last drink anything?”

“About half an hour ago, I think?” he ventured. “In the car before Mum dropped me off. Just a few sips ‘though.”

“Good, should be fine.” Mollie nodded. “Now, once we complete the next step, you won’t be able to urinate at all so,” before he knew what was happening, the young woman had put the flask around his penis, the wide hole accommodating it easily, “try to get everything out now. Come on,” she urged, seeing the embarrassed look on his face, “think of me as a nurse if it helps?” Closing his eyes and exhaling, Timothy tried to relax the relevant muscles and soon felt the sense of relief as the hot liquid flowed from him, resonating loudly against the inside of the bottle. When the flow stopped, Mollie pulled the bottle most of the way off then gave his willy a light shake to get rid of the last drops. “Good fellow!” She grinned, screwing the cap on the flask so it could be disposed of cleanly later and setting it down on the desk.

“Now this next bit is more fun!” She gently teased and stroked his boyhood with her fingertips until it stood to full attention. She then opened one of the boxes on the desk and took out a pre-loaded syringe with an orange cap with she pulled off with her teeth then depressed the plunger just enough to ensure that there were no air-bubbles. “Right,” she took hold of his erection quite firmly with her free hand and pulled his foreskin down with her thumb then Timothy looked down in fascinated trepidation as she pushed the think needle in under the rim of the mushroom-like head. He gritted his teeth and inhaled sharply as it went in but more from the idea of what was happening than from the actual pain which only felt like a sharp pinch. He felt a warm sensation spreading downwards as she injected approximately half the straw-coloured liquid then carefully pulled the needle out.

“It’s called Permahard,” she explained as she pushed the needle in again, this time near the root of his penis, hurting a little more as it pierced the blood-filled muscle, “it’s basically the same stuff as the Liquifirm we inject into girls’ breasts but a slightly more concentrated formula. There we go!” she grinned with satisfaction as she pulled the needle out then released his organ which had grown even thicker and harder than he thought possible. “Now you’ll have an erection for the rest of your life any beyond!”

Stepping back, she dropped the spent syringe into a sharps bin on the desk then pulled a packet out of another of the boxes and tore it open. Inside was a metal rod about seven inches long and curved like a fish-hook at one end. The other end was tapered to a sharp point and, between half an inch from the bottom and two inches from the top, the sides were lined with impossibly fine bristles, five milometers long, which were angled slightly upwards.

“The Permahard stops it from shrinking once your heart stops,” Mollie explained as Timothy felt the warm sensation turn to tingling and then to pins and needles throughout his entire penis, “but this keeps it nice and neat. Don’t want that thing flopping around as you turn over the coals, do we?” Timothy wasn’t sure what to say to this so simply smiled and gave a rather sheepish little shrug. “Once it’s in,” she continued, running her thumb down one side, the barbs making an almost musical sound like the teeth of a comb when twanged the same way, “these stop it from pulling out again. Ready?” The uncomfortable pins and needles were subsiding, giving way to a slight ache and feeling of pressure which was not entirely unpleasant. Once again she took a firm grip of his pride and joy then lined up the sharp tip with the hole in the end and began to push.


To be continued...