The following is a work of fiction. It includes themes of cfnm, sph, forced nudity, and premature ejaculation of a young boy. Be advised.
Chapter 1
Timmy
Timothy had already had a pretty rough childhood as it was. He was nine years old when his mom left him and his father as result of an affair his father had been having behind her back. The other woman, an athletic thirty-something redhead named Ruth, moved into Timmy’s father’s house, and insisted that little Timmy call her “Mommy”. She brought with her her daughter, Emily, who was seven years old.
For a while, things were okay. The four played house together, Emily and Timmy got along fine, if not for some general step-sibling tension here and there. One night when Timmy was 10, he was awakened by shouting coming from the living room, and red and blue flashing lights through the windows. Running to the main room of the house, Timmy saw his father being escorted out of the front door in police cuffs. He had just been arrested for armed robbery.
Timmy’s father pleaded guilty and the trial was quick. 20 years, no parole. There was the question of custody. Timmy’s mother could not be found, and foster care was on the table. In the end, Ruth acquiesced guardianship of the young boy, and life went on, Ruth, Emily and Timmy. It didn’t take long however, for Ruth’s anger at Timmy’s father to turn into a poorly-hid resentment toward Timmy.
Despite still making Timmy call her “Mommy”, Ruth began to treat Timmy as a burden, rather than a beloved step-son. Emily on the other hand was treated like a princess, anything she asked for she received. The contrast with which the two children were treated was like a true Cinderella story. Emily even played the role of the evil stepsister, and even at two years his junior identified the power imbalance as an opportunity to tease, bully, and shame Timmy.
School life was not easy for Timmy. Despite being handsome and smart, word of his father’s crimes spread around his classmates and an ugly reputation began to envelope him. Timmy had become an outcast in fifth grade. Emily, by contrast, was a popular girl. She was pretty, with strawberry blond hair and a slim prepubescent build. She had many friends, and would often lead the charge in spreading stories and rumors about Timmy, as to deflect her own close association to the situation. Timmy was eventually relieved to graduate elementary school, but in 6th grade, his troubles were only just beginning.
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Chapter 2
Dr. Phillips
It was one day in late November, and Timmy, now 11-years old, had his yearly physical exam scheduled with his family doctor after school. Ruth picked him up from middle school at the bell, and then zipped across town to pick up Emily from the elementary school. Visibly stressed, she lamented how much of a hassle it was to drive to both schools now for pickup. In the backseat, Timmy quietly said “sorry, Mommy”. Ruth pulled up to the pickup circle and stopped the car just in front Emily, who took her place in the front seat.
They pulled up to the family practice just a few minutes late, and Ruth rushed the two of them out of the car and into the office. Upon checking in at the desk, Ruth learned that Timmy’s doctor, Dr. Rosenbaum, whom Timmy had seen since he was three years old, had retired. Almost on cue, the door near the reception desk opened and a tall woman with dark hair, heels, and red lipstick walked out.
“You must be the Zieglers! And is this Timothy? Hello, I’m Doctor Phillips, but you can call me Nancy. I’ll be taking you through your physical today!”
Timmy’s stomach dropped. He hated going to the doctor as it was. But now, he was to have a female exam him? He shuddered at the thought that this might be one of those exams and dreaded any girl seeing him naked. Timmy had a secret.
Timmy had known for a long time that he was very underdeveloped, sexually. He had measured himself time and time again, hoping that as he got older he might have less to be embarrassed about below the waist, but the result was always the same. Timmy had a tiny penis. The thought of this woman - or any other - discovering this made Timmy’s cheeks and ears glow red hot. He was nearly speechless when the doctor introduced herself, save for a meek “Hi”. He just hoped that this might be a quick exam.
“Well, it is just so nice to meet you. Sorry that you’re learning about Dr. Rosenbaum like this, but I think you and I will do just fine together” Dr. Phillips said with a smile. “Mrs. Ziegler, I-”
“Ruth is fine, Ziegler is Timmy’s father’s name - I’m his stepmom,” Ruth cut in.
“Oh, sorry about that, didn’t know! Ruth, typically on a patient’s first visit with me, I ask that his or her parents come back with us, so we can get to know each other and so that everyone feels comfortable,” the doctor said. Timmy couldn’t think of a worse idea. He spoke up for himself.
“Um, I um, no, I don’t think she needs to come back with us, it’s ok,” he stammered. The doctor was quick to respond.
“Oh, Sweetie,” she half giggled. “I guess instead of ‘ask’ what I really mean is ‘require’. It's a common practice for a first visit.”
Ruth turned and looked over at Emily, who was sifting through the magazines on the waiting room end table. Ruth said “Alright that’s fine, but I’d really like to not leave my daughter alone out here - she’s only 10.”
“Totally fine,” the doctor replied with a smile. “She can come on back with us. You all can follow me please.” And with that Ruth called Emily over and Dr. Phillips lead the three of them through the reception door back toward the patient rooms.
Timmy felt like he was in a dream. Don’t worry, he told himself, nothing bad will happen, especially with your stepmom and stepsister in the room. The doctor wouldn’t make you do anything too embarrassing. This is just a quick, introductory, get-some-information visit. Everything is going to be fine.
But he couldn’t shake the knot in his stomach.
Dr. Phillips led the three of them down the hall. For a Wednesday afternoon, there were not many people in the facility. Except for Dr. Phillips, the receptionist, and one nurse in scrubs carrying a manilla folder in the opposite direction down the hall, they seemed to be entirely alone. The doctor entered the third room on the left and Ruth, Emily, and Timmy followed.
It was small, maybe 10’ by 10’. Along one wall was an exam table, and along the opposite wall were two chairs facing the table, as well as a desk with drawers and an older style of computer. On strips along the walls hung typical doctor’s instruments - a stethoscope, blood pressure sleeve, a container holding wooden popsicle sticks, and some other devices. Along the far wall was a large picture window allowing a view of the woods behind the facility. One of the window panes was creaked slightly ajar to allow some fresh, albeit cold, air into the room.
The group entered the room. The doctor gestured Timmy toward the exam table, and closed the door behind them. Timmy hopped up on the paper covered table while Ruth and Emily took seats in the chairs facing him, not eight feet away. The doctor picked up the clipboard on the desk and began to peruse Timmy’s file. “Ok now, Timmy Ziegler, age 11, four foot ten, 90 pounds…” And the examination had begun.
The doctor went through all the basics. She had Timmy stand on a scale, measured his height. She checked his ears, eyes, nose. She took his blood pressure and had him take off his shirt so she could listen to his heartbeat with the stethoscope. She commented that it seemed a bit elevated and he should try to relax. Meanwhile she was making small talk with Ruth while Emily played games on her phone. The cadence of the conversation sounded as though, luckily, they were just about to wrap up. Timmy took his shirt and began to put it back on.
“Just one sec, there, Sweetie,” the doctor said. She was looking at Timmy’s chart again. She said to Ruth, “It looks like he hasn’t had a full physical exam in over a year, does that sound right?”
That was it, Timmy knew he’d be in for some embarrassment now. His mind started to panic.
“Sounds about right to me, I think maybe it’s been two years now,” Ruth replied.
“Well, we’ll have to take care of that before you go, it’s pretty important for boys his age. Timmy, would you please stand up for me?”
The exam table paper crinkled as Timmy slid himself down onto the floor. He stood there and awaited further instructions.
“Thank you, please take off your shoes.” One by one Timmy slid his sneakers off and felt the cold floor through his socks.
“Pants as well please.”
Timmy looked up at Dr. Phillips bewildered. Dr. Phillips smiled at him. “Oh, don’t be shy,” she said half mockingly. “It’s just a normal procedure, nothing to be embarrassed about. It’ll only take a few seconds.” Ruth was looking on impatiently. Emily was looking up from her phone with a big grin on her face. Nervously, Timmy unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, revealing a pair of tighty-whities. He stepped out of the jeans on the floor, picked them up, and put them on the exam table.
“Those too please,” the doctor said, pointing to his underwear. Timmy froze. He thought at least maybe the doctor would ask his stepmom and stepsister to leave the room during this, but was offered no such mercy. Both sat there just watching him expectantly. Finally, he managed to get out, “Do- do I have to?” Timmy’s stepmom interjected.
“Timmy, stop being such a baby. Do what the doctor says so we can go home already”.
In his last effort to save some level of dignity, Timmy turned 180 degrees and faced the table. He pulled down his underwear and cupped his privates with his hands and looked up at the ceiling, desperate for this moment to pass. The doctor sighed and spoke more sternly. “Young man, please stop playing games, I promise I want to get this over with as much as you do. Turn and face me please.”
Still cupping his genitals, Timmy stepped out of the briefs around his ankles and turned to face the three females in the exam room. Ruth had her arms crossed, clearly running out of patience, while Emily covered her mouth with her hands to stifle a huge grin. The doctor, with her hands firmly on hips said, “Hands at your sides please.”
Without seeing any other options, Timmy lowered his hands. Ruth gasped. Emily let out a huge laugh when she saw, “ppPHH HA!” Even the doctor looked shocked at the young boy's condition. Instinctually, Timmy’s hands lifted to cover again. “No, no, no” said the doctor. “Hands down, we’re almost done here.”
Timmy lowered his hands again. There was a long pause and smiles shared by all three onlookers. Finally the doctor broke the silence “Ok, well, now I see why he’s so embarrassed.”
Emily snickered and Ruth’s face lit up with a devilish smile. Timmy looked down at his boyhood. The attention, his nerves, and the cold November air coming through the crack in the window were not helping. His penis resembled a small pink acorn sticking out from the bottom of his hairless pelvis. He was circumcised, though one could barely tell by looking at it. The tip of his penis stuck from a dime sized circumference of foreskin, like a pencil eraser poking through a fruit loop. He felt so ashamed with all of them looking at it. The doctor started up again.
“Ok so, some routine questions and some not-so routine questions for you,” she said. “First, are you sexually active?” Timmy shook his head no. The doctor recorded his response on the clipboard.
“You are likely going through puberty soon - have you ever ejaculated?”
Timmy kept looking down at the floor in front of him and shook his head no.
“Have you ever masterbated?”
Timmy paused. He had tried - heard talks of boys in his class having their first orgasms, and how good they felt. He also noticed that when he played with it, it seemed like it got bigger, but not by much. Another moment passed and he shook his head no. He was not about to admit to touching himself in front of his stepmom and stepsister. The doctor sensed his hesitation.
“Never played with it, not even a little? Don’t lie, this is important to know for your health.”
“A little,” Timmy whispered.
“Sorry, having trouble hearing you. Please look up at me and speak up.”
Timmy looked up and all saw all three of them still staring at him. Humiliated, he admit, “I’ve played with it a little bit”.
“Ewww” Emily said. Ruth smiled and gave her a light elbow on her arm. The doctor said “I see,” and began writing down notes on the clipboard.
“So you’ve had erections before, then, yes?”
Timmy nodded yes. The doctor continued to record his responses.
“Now, has your penis always been, I mean - I’m trying to find a sensitive way to say this. Has it always been.. So-”
“Tiny!” Emily blurted out, laughing. Ruth shushed her and then smiled back at the doctor. Timmy felt like he was about to cry.
“Well,” the doctor said, “yes, at first glance it’s a bit concerning how small it is. I’m wondering if you’re developing normally. Your old doctor never made any mention of it in your records. Unfortunately, development is a process that needs to be recorded over long periods of time. So we’ll take a measurement today, and then another in, say six months, when you come back.”
Timmy was half listening, half in a state of humiliated defeat and stupor. Wait - did she just say “measurement”??
The doctor opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a shiny metallic ruler. She walked over to him and stood to his side, towering over him in her heals. She bent her knees slightly and held the cold end of the ruker to the base of his pelvis and said “Stand up straight, please”. Timmy adjusted his posture and looked down at the ruler against his pink fleshy nub. He saw the measurement, and only hoped Ruth and Emily weren’t close enough to see. It didn’t matter if they were or not, as the doctor cheerfully said “Hm, just under half an inch!” Emily laughed some more, and now even Ruth was covering her hand with her mouth, grinning with her eyes. The doctor picked up her clipboard again and started writing.
“Ok, hang in there Timmy, we’re almost done here.” The doctor said as she pulled out a box of latex gloves. She donned a pair and walked back over to Timmy. “Spread your feet apart for me a little, Honey?” she instructed. Timmy widened his stance, and immediately felt the warmth of the doctor’s finger tips handling his testicles. She gently rolled each around in her fingers with a concerned expression. “Hm, yeah, these are pretty small in size too, for a boy your age. Could you please turn your head and cough?” Timmy obliged and felt tension as the doctor held on to his sensitive sack, which had retracted tightly to his body. She wrote more down on the clipboard and returned to Timmy, this time placing her attention on his member.
“Ok, let me know if any of this hurts,” she said. Timmy watched as Doctor Phillips again crouched slightly next to him and dwarfed the tip of his penis with her thumb and index finger. She pinched down lightly on his foreskin and pulled it back toward the base, exposing the rest of his tiny pink tip to the room. With her pointer finger on her other hand she pressed ever so gently on the tip of it, angling it around in different directions while she inspected. No one had ever touched Timmy like this ever before in his life. He closed his eyes and waited for the moment to pass. He had never felt so violated.
The doctor finished inspecting and returned to her clipboard. Timmy kept his eyes pressed closed listening to the scratchings of the pen against paper. A record of his utter shame and humiliation. And then he heard whispering. He opened his eyes a little and saw Emily whispering close in Ruth’s ear while pointing at Timmy’s penis. He looked down and he saw what she was whispering about and immediately covered again. He was getting an erection.
Emily giggled when she saw his reaction. Timmy was confounded how that could even have happened amidst all of his embarrassment - he didn’t expect his penis to work ever again! But there it was, hiding behind his cupped hands. Tightening, stretching and standing up, poking the inside of his palm. He wasn’t sure if Emily had realized what she had just begun to witness, but within seconds Timmy felt a full and intense boner behind his hands. It must have been all of the touching and attention from the attractive female doctor. He shut his eyes again, tight, and tried to think of anything that would make it go away. Math, baseball, spiders. Nothing worked, and the doctor had just finished writing. Timmy pleaded, “Can I get dressed now? Please?”
“Almost done, Sweetie, hang tight.” She looked back up and saw Timmy hiding himself again and added, “This will go a lot faster if you stop covering yourself, young man.”
“Please - do I have to? Do, do they have to- do they have to be here for this?”
Ruth interrupted, “Timmy, if you don’t stop misbehaving right now, you’re going to be in big trouble when we get home. Do what the doctor says NOW.”
Resigned to yet another humiliation, Timmy took a deep breath and lowered his hands again. Emily gasped, and the room fell silent. Ruth looked appalled and angry. The doctor covered her mouth. After a moment, which felt like an eternity to Timmy, the doctor finally broke the silence. “Well, looks like someone’s getting a little excited!”
Emily laughed again. Timmy looked down to see for himself. His penis had elongated to about an inch and half, with the thickness of his pinky finger. It formed a 45 degree angle from his pelvis. The tip had darkened its pinkish hue to a bright magenta.
“Timmy! Control yourself!” Ruth scolded.
“Oh, now, it’s ok - I’ve seen this kind of thing before, especially on some of the smaller ones,” the doctor lamented. “So, since it’s so small, there are more nerves concentrated on a smaller area, which makes his penis all that more sensitive. I should have known that the little bit of contact I made while examining him might cause this to happen.” She turned to Timmy. She took the tip of his erection between her pointer finger and thumb and pulled down slightly and said to him, half mockingly again, “I bet this happens to you a lot, huh little guy?”
Timmy was so embarrassed he mouthed the words but couldn’t even speak. The doctor kept holding on to his pink penis head and pressed him, “Hm? Do you get a lot of little boners like this?” Ruth smirked, Emily snickered. Timmy again tried to speak but couldn’t overcome his humiliation and the tingling sensation growing in his penis. He began to feel as though he might have an accident and start peeing in front of all them.
“Timmy, the doctor asked you a question - answer her!”
Timmy looked up and saw his stern stepmother expecting an answer. Emily covering her mouth stifling her laughter, the doctor still holding downward pulling pressure with her two fingers. He felt more and more that he was going to start peeing and he had to try harder and harder to hold it in. He tried to respond to the doctor’s question.
“Y- ye- aAH!”
His first orgasm. Long blasts of semi-opaque white semen started shooting out of his tip. It was the most intense and humiliating feeling he had ever felt in his life. Outside of the cloud of shame and physical ecstasy he was experiencing, the room reacted.
Emily screamed and laughed. The doctor kept holding his penis at the same angle while cum spurted passed her glove hand and onto the floor. She gasped and said “Oh.. my.. goodness” while she continued to hold it, afraid to move it or let go, lest she lose control over Timmy’s cumshot trajectory. In all her years as a pediatrician she had never encountered a boy this sensitive, and wasn’t sure how to handle other than letting him finish. Emily kept laughing while Ruth looked on appalled and started to scold the cumming Timmy. “Timmy! How DARE you spray your little babydick like that! Apologize to Dr. Phillips, you pervert!”
Doctor Phillips was speechless. Timmy tried his best to apologize between cumshots. “Ah, I- I’m- aAhhmm ohh”
Emily exclaimed, laughing, “Ewww I think he likes it!”
Smaller and smaller spurts of cum signaled the last convulsions of his orgasm. The doctor, still holding the tip of his penis gave it two quick tugs to make sure it was all out. Timmy shuddered and let out a final drop of cum onto the floor.
The room was silent except for Emily’s stifled snickering. Timmy looked up and saw her red in the face holding a flood of laughter. The look on his stepmother’s face read an ugly mix of anger and disgust. Dr. Phillips broke the silence, and looking down at Timmy with a self-content smile asked, “All done, squirt?”
Emily laughed out loud at that little jab. Ruth shook her head and breathed “Oh my God, Timmy.” Timmy, having barely just heard the question over the faint ringing leaving his ears meekly shook his head. The doctor let go of his softening penis and picked up a box of tissues off of the desk. Tears began to well up in Timmy’s eyes. “I- I’m s- sorry Doctor. I don’t- I don’t know-“
“Oh, it’s alright, accidents happen. They’re not always this messy though, would you mind?” She replied, handing Timmy the box of tissues and eyeing the milky white puddle on the floor in front of him. He took the tissues and took them out one by one, wiping up the still warm cum off the floor. Its path led a trail up to a few feet in front of his giggling sister.
“Doctor, there’s no way that’s normal, is it?” Ruth asked, now showing a bit of concern.
“Well,” the doctor started, reaching for the small trash bin underneath the desk. “Like I just mentioned - it’s likely very sensitive because of how little it is. He said earlier that he had never ejaculated before, so it’s likely he didn’t expect it and was therefore unable to control it. Then again, I’m not sure that a boy his size would really ever be able to control it. We can access it again in six months” She held the trash bin toward Timmy who had just finished wiping up the last of the semen off the floor. Timmy stood up on his knees and dumped the wad of tissues into the basket. Emily let out an involuntary “Oop!” as she saw his once again flaccid penis.
“Now it’s an innie!” She giggled. Ruth and Dr. Phillips both smiled at her amusement. Timmy looked down and saw to his horror that his penis had now indeed fully retracted into his body, leaving only a coil of wrinkled skin at the base of his pelvis. He moved to cover it, but the doctor, noticing the glistening of some residual ejaculate, said “No no, hands away.” Timmy obediently moved his hands as doctor Phillips took another tissue from the box. She squatted down in front of him and gave him a good wipe around the top of his scrotum and the edge of his inverted penis. She took the last tissue from the box and, wrapping it around her index finger, probed and swabbed the inside of his skin hole. As she did it she joked, “Still in there little guy?”
She discarded the two tissues in the bin and placed it back underneath the desk.
“Ok Timmy, I think you’ve had enough fun, why don’t you get dressed now before you have another accident,” the doctor said. Timmy climbed to his feet and began to turn toward his clothes on the exam table.
Ruth, eyeing him intently, scolded “Oh my god, disgusting! Timmy, your hands!”
Timmy held his palms up to his face and saw they were wet with his juices. He looked for the tissue box and noticed it was empty.
“Uh oh, looks like we should get washed up first,” Doctor Phillips exclaimed. “Follow me and please don’t touch anything.”
With that the doctor walked to the exam room door and swung it open. Timmy froze, aghast. She waved him toward her. “Come, come. The bathroom is just across the hall, let’s go.” Timmy took a step forward and went to cover his penis, the tip having protruded again after standing. “No! You’ll get it on yourself and I don’t want to have to clean it a second time - you might get excited again. Hand up!”
“Timmy, for God’s sake stop being so difficult just listen to the doctor,” Ruth ordered.
Timmy held his hands palms up in front of his chest and followed Dr. Phillips out into the hall. The bathroom was indeed across the hall from his exam room, about thirty feet down. He followed the doctor who walked at a leisurely slow pace. Was she doing this to him on purpose? Was she enjoying his utter humiliation?
As they walked further down the hall toward the bathroom, Timmy started to hear the unmistakable sound of female chatter emanating from one of the upcoming rooms. He stopped walking and stood in the hall paralyzed by fear.
Noticing his hesitation the doctor beckoned him, “Come on now, sweetie we’re almost there, just a bit farther.”
Timmy continued to follow closely behind Dr. Phillips. The voices were growing louder and Timmy was able to make out some of the conversation coming from an approaching room on the left.
“..and he got me flowers and told me how sorry he was..”
“..oh so same move as last time?”
Some laughter.
As the two got closer and closer to the room, Timmy, still with his cum-sticky hands held out in front of his chest read the placard on the wall next to a wide open alcove. LOUNGE. He hoped they could pass by without being noticed.
This was not the case. Timmy trailed closely behind the doctor and almost bumped into her when she stopped cold in front of the break room. The doctor peered and said, “Say, Jenna?”
All three scrubs-clad nurses sitting at the break table abruptly stopped their chatter and immediately all eyes fell on Timmy and his tiny pink pecker. All of their eyebrows raised. One concealed a gasp with her hands. The one called Jenna opened her mouth to speak, and finally redirected her gaze to Dr. Phillips. “Hey Nancy, what’s up?” she replied with a smile.
“Would you mind grabbing some boxes of tissues from the storage closet and bringing them to exam room three? This little guy had an accident back there”
All three looked again at Timmy, cracked smiles but tried their best to remain professional.
“Sure thing, Nance,” Jenna replied after a brief pause. “Thanks so much,” Dr. Phillips said, and continued down the hall. Timmy followed quickly after her and heard the nurses’ chorus of snickers and stifled laughter as soon as he was out of view. When would it all end?
Dr. Phillips finally reached the door at the end of the hall with the placard RESTROOM. She gave it a quick knock and a bright “Just a minute!” chirped back in return. Dr. Phillips called back “Take your time!”, sighed, and turned to Timmy. “Sorry, Sweetie, occupado. We could wait or just take a quick visit to the hand washing station just around the corner here - up to you. I know you’re probably dying for some privacy right about now, huh?” She glanced down at his exposed pink pecker and gave a smirk.
Timmy looked around nervously. He was frozen with fear and shame, and surprised to even have any agency in the decision at all. “Well, what’ll it be, squirt?” Dr. Phillips goaded. Looking back down the hall he saw Jenna emerge from the break room and start to walk briskly toward them. “Let’s go,” he quickly dictated to the doctor.
Dr. Phillips smiled with an ‘I told you so’ look on her face. “Alright it’s just this way, keep your hands up and don’t touch anything” she reminded him, and began to turn the corner. As the next part of the hallway came into view, Timmy saw that they had completely looped around back to the reception desk. He saw the back of the receptionist and some more figures further beyond the glass divider at the desk - it seemed like the office had gotten busier since he had arrived. His stomach dropped but kept a plan to just keep his head down and move quickly.
“Oh, Nancy!” Jenna spoke up from now just a few paces behind them. The doctor stopped and turned. Timmy had a choice - stand there facing the open reception area and risk being seen by even more onlookers or hide his shame or turn to face pretty Nurse Jenna. He figured, she’d seen it already anyway and turned with the doctor.
“Remember, I told you my key fob stopped working - I’ll need yours to get into storage,” she said.
“Oh yes, sorry I forgot about that. The new ones are set to arrive later on today, here.”
The doctor pulled the lanyard around her neck holding her ID, some keys, and the key fob. She took her time loosing it from the rest.
While they stood there, Jenna turned her gaze back to Timmy. “Hi there, cutie, what’s your name?”
The young boy, still with his hands in front of his chest and his penis in full view, looked down at Nurse Jenna’s white tennis shoes and muttered quietly “Timmy.”
“Hi Timmy, I’m Nurse Jenna,” the twenty-something brunette returned with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
Timmy didn’t say anything. Dr. Phillips continued to mess with her lanyard.
“So um,” Jenna continued in an attempt to ease the tension, “what kinda mess did you make back there?”
“He had an accidental ejaculation event.” Dr Phillips answered bluntly for him, having finally freed the key fob from her lanyard. Jenna’s eyes widened.
“Are you serious?” she asked the doctor in a hushed tone.
“Yup, his first one too,” the doctor replied.
“Oh.. my goodness - ever?”
“That’s what he said”
“Oh god, jeeze that musta been pretty embarrassing huh, kiddo?”
Dr. Phillips let out a slight laugh, continuing to speak for Timmy. “Right in front of his mom and sister. I’ve never seen anything like it - feelin’ pretty bad for the poor kid.”
“Awh, well, don’t worry buddy, accidents happen, right doc?
Dr. Phillips smiled and handed the fob to Jenna, who said “Nice meeting you, Timmy,” and turned left around the corner and walked the down the adjoining hall. “Come along,” said Dr. Phillips.
The hand washing station actually was just around the corner. Timmy turned right around the corner and the small metallic hand washing sink jutted out from the wall to his right. Still, any keen observers from the waiting room or reception desk might spot him if he wasn’t quick. Dr. Phillips gestured toward the sink and said “All right, go ahead.”
Timmy hesitated and glanced toward the open reception area of the office, and then back at Dr. Phillips. Starting to become a bit impatient, she rolled her eyes and walked beyond the sink and faced toward him, signaling the visible barrier she created between him and any potential onlookers. Grateful for this small gesture of mercy, Timmy scurried to the sink and started the water. He hastily rinsed his hands and pulled a paper towel from the dispenser.
“Woah, woah, woah!” The doctor interjected. “I don’t know where you learned to wash your hands, but this is a doctor’s office, young man. A medical facility. We wash our hands properly here. Again, with soap please.”
Timmy looked back at her pleadingly but with the distant medical patrons moving around in the background beyond the desk, decided it better to just listen to her so he could get back to the exam room, back into his clothes, and back home before he was seen by anyone else. He discarded the paper towel, started the water again and pumped some liquid soap from a dispenser into his palm. He began to lather his hands.
“Now, proper medical science suggests that people should wash their hands with soap for at least thirty seconds before rinsing. That’s about as long as it takes to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ two times in a row. Go on, let’s hear you.
Timmy gave her a look of incredulity. “Go on, or will stand here all day, mister.” He started to sing.
“happybirthdaytoyou, happybirthdaytoyou, happybir-“
“No, no, no. Come on. You know what I mean and now you are testing my patience. Come on, let’s hear your pretty singing voice.”
Timmy started at the more traditional tempo.
“Haaappy Birrthdayyy to youuu…”
“Good boy!” The doctor exclaimed. “You do have a lovely singing voice, go on.”
Utterly humiliated, Timmy continued to sing. By the end of the first round through, to his surprise, he felt a tightening in his loins. Oh no, was he getting an erection again? Maybe it was the attention, the adrenaline. Maybe it was the ounce of praise he had just received from this attractive older woman. He looked down to check, and his pink little tip had indeed fully emerged and was stretching upward. Doctor Phillips noticed too and could barely conceal her delight as she called him out for it.
“Uh oh! Look who wants to come out and play again! Wow, you really are a precocious one. Go on, better hurry up then.”
Timmy started the second verse and felt his penis getting stiffer and stiffer. “Haaappy Birrrthday…”
He stopped singing when he heard the bathroom door around the corner open. Two seconds later a teenage girl, likely another patient, emerged from the adjoining hall. She stopped in her tracks and her eyes met Timmy’s, and then darted straight down to his aching pink boner. She gasped and covered her mouth and looked away. “I’m sorry!” She exclaimed. Then composing herself, she stole another glace. Her cheeks glowed red, a big smile grew on her face and she said “I’m really sorry!” She stormed passed them out into the lobby, hiding a mischievous smirk.
“All right squirt, that’s enough - rinse off,” the doctor said. Timmy rinsed and dried his hands, and was relieved to finally have the opportunity to cover himself. As he cupped his privates and scurried back around the corner toward the exam room, he caught site of Jenna returning from the storage room carrying a large cardboard box.
“Oh, perfect timing, Jenna, we’ll take some of those off your hands. Just a minute Timmy.”
Timmy stopped and waited. His erection pulsed behind his cupped hands. Jenna approached and placed the box down on the floor of the hallway. She prayed the cardboard folds open to reveal a neatly tessellated arrangement of tissue boxes. “How many you want?” Jenna asked, looking up at Dr. Phillips.
“Five or six ought to hold me over for a while. You can hand them to our little friend here, said the doctor.
“Looks like he’s got his hands full,” Jenna replied with a grin.
Please, please no.
“Oh he’s perfectly capable of helping - you should of seen him mop up the little mess he made on the floor in exam room three. He’s an eager little helper.” The doctor said all this with a smiling, knowing glare at Timmy, who looked back up at her with silent, begging eyes.
“Alrighty then, here ya go,” Jenna said as she dug out four tissue boxes, stacking them in her hands. She held them out toward Timmy. He looked once more at the doctor but was offered no reprieve. “Go on, don’t be difficult,” she instructed.
Timmy reached out with one hand and tried to grab the stack. Quickly realizing he couldn’t balance them all with one hand, he relinquished his other hand from his throbbing hardon and pulled the boxes to his chest, revealing it to yet another attractive older one. Jenna saw it point right back up at her from under the boxes in his arms and breathed a short chuckle. “Oh!” She gasped. “We’ll, hope you don’t make another mess, little stiffy!” She teased, eyes fixed on Timmy’s fleshy predicament. She took two more boxes and stacked them in his arms and picked up the cardboard box. Still looking down at Timmy’s boner she said “I’ll take that as a compliment,” and turned with a wink back toward the storage room.
The doctor led Timmy back down the hall. She stopped briefly at the break room once again. “How is this room on tissues?” She asked the two nurses still sitting at their lunch table, now talking in whispers. Timmy stood outside the opening of the alcove, peaking in. They caught his glance before one of them said “We could probably use a box.” The doctor looked at her little helper back in the hall. “Timmy, come,” she commanded. Timmy slowly emerged into the light of the break room and immediately felt both of their gazes on his twitching stiffy. No one said anything, the doctor took a box from the top of the stack in the young boy’s arms and placed it on the table in front of her. She turned without speaking and walked back into the hall. Timmy quickly followed after her. As soon as he was out of sight he heard the girls snickering again at his expense.
Dr. Phillips and Timmy returned to the exam room to find Ruth and Emily sitting right where they had been. Ruth upon seeing Timmy’s little pink pole exasperatedly sighed “Dammit Timmy, again?” Emily laughed out loud.
The doctor took the remaining boxes from Timmy’s arms and placed them on the desk. “Yes, seems the little guy just can’t help himself. Happened while he was just washing his hands out of nowhere too. I’m thinking he might even have some sort of undiscovered medical condition, but that’s just purely speculation at this point. We’ll be able to get more information when you all come back in six months. I’d say we’re all done here today. Make sure to make an appointment at the front desk on your way out. Timmy, you can get dressed now.”
Timmy got dressed, Ruth and Emily gathered their things, and the doctor led them back out to the waiting room. While Ruth made the appointment with the receptionist, Emily looked at Timmy with the most devilishly victorious grin he had seen. Avoiding her gaze, he looked around the waiting room and inadvertently locked eyes with the young teen he had encountered while washing his hands, sitting with her mom. She smiled at him and raised her hand and wiggled her pinky at him.
Ruth led Emily and Timmy to the exit, and he left, utterly defeated.
Dr. Phillips
It was one day in late November, and Timmy, now 11-years old, had his yearly physical exam scheduled with his family doctor after school. Ruth picked him up from middle school at the bell, and then zipped across town to pick up Emily from the elementary school. Visibly stressed, she lamented how much of a hassle it was to drive to both schools now for pickup. In the backseat, Timmy quietly said “sorry, Mommy”. Ruth pulled up to the pickup circle and stopped the car just in front Emily, who took her place in the front seat.
They pulled up to the family practice just a few minutes late, and Ruth rushed the two of them out of the car and into the office. Upon checking in at the desk, Ruth learned that Timmy’s doctor, Dr. Rosenbaum, whom Timmy had seen since he was three years old, had retired. Almost on cue, the door near the reception desk opened and a tall woman with dark hair, heels, and red lipstick walked out.
“You must be the Zieglers! And is this Timothy? Hello, I’m Doctor Phillips, but you can call me Nancy. I’ll be taking you through your physical today!”
Timmy’s stomach dropped. He hated going to the doctor as it was. But now, he was to have a female exam him? He shuddered at the thought that this might be one of those exams and dreaded any girl seeing him naked. Timmy had a secret.
Timmy had known for a long time that he was very underdeveloped, sexually. He had measured himself time and time again, hoping that as he got older he might have less to be embarrassed about below the waist, but the result was always the same. Timmy had a tiny penis. The thought of this woman - or any other - discovering this made Timmy’s cheeks and ears glow red hot. He was nearly speechless when the doctor introduced herself, save for a meek “Hi”. He just hoped that this might be a quick exam.
“Well, it is just so nice to meet you. Sorry that you’re learning about Dr. Rosenbaum like this, but I think you and I will do just fine together” Dr. Phillips said with a smile. “Mrs. Ziegler, I-”
“Ruth is fine, Ziegler is Timmy’s father’s name - I’m his stepmom,” Ruth cut in.
“Oh, sorry about that, didn’t know! Ruth, typically on a patient’s first visit with me, I ask that his or her parents come back with us, so we can get to know each other and so that everyone feels comfortable,” the doctor said. Timmy couldn’t think of a worse idea. He spoke up for himself.
“Um, I um, no, I don’t think she needs to come back with us, it’s ok,” he stammered. The doctor was quick to respond.
“Oh, Sweetie,” she half giggled. “I guess instead of ‘ask’ what I really mean is ‘require’. It's a common practice for a first visit.”
Ruth turned and looked over at Emily, who was sifting through the magazines on the waiting room end table. Ruth said “Alright that’s fine, but I’d really like to not leave my daughter alone out here - she’s only 10.”
“Totally fine,” the doctor replied with a smile. “She can come on back with us. You all can follow me please.” And with that Ruth called Emily over and Dr. Phillips lead the three of them through the reception door back toward the patient rooms.
Timmy felt like he was in a dream. Don’t worry, he told himself, nothing bad will happen, especially with your stepmom and stepsister in the room. The doctor wouldn’t make you do anything too embarrassing. This is just a quick, introductory, get-some-information visit. Everything is going to be fine.
But he couldn’t shake the knot in his stomach.
Dr. Phillips led the three of them down the hall. For a Wednesday afternoon, there were not many people in the facility. Except for Dr. Phillips, the receptionist, and one nurse in scrubs carrying a manilla folder in the opposite direction down the hall, they seemed to be entirely alone. The doctor entered the third room on the left and Ruth, Emily, and Timmy followed.
It was small, maybe 10’ by 10’. Along one wall was an exam table, and along the opposite wall were two chairs facing the table, as well as a desk with drawers and an older style of computer. On strips along the walls hung typical doctor’s instruments - a stethoscope, blood pressure sleeve, a container holding wooden popsicle sticks, and some other devices. Along the far wall was a large picture window allowing a view of the woods behind the facility. One of the window panes was creaked slightly ajar to allow some fresh, albeit cold, air into the room.
The group entered the room. The doctor gestured Timmy toward the exam table, and closed the door behind them. Timmy hopped up on the paper covered table while Ruth and Emily took seats in the chairs facing him, not eight feet away. The doctor picked up the clipboard on the desk and began to peruse Timmy’s file. “Ok now, Timmy Ziegler, age 11, four foot ten, 90 pounds…” And the examination had begun.
The doctor went through all the basics. She had Timmy stand on a scale, measured his height. She checked his ears, eyes, nose. She took his blood pressure and had him take off his shirt so she could listen to his heartbeat with the stethoscope. She commented that it seemed a bit elevated and he should try to relax. Meanwhile she was making small talk with Ruth while Emily played games on her phone. The cadence of the conversation sounded as though, luckily, they were just about to wrap up. Timmy took his shirt and began to put it back on.
“Just one sec, there, Sweetie,” the doctor said. She was looking at Timmy’s chart again. She said to Ruth, “It looks like he hasn’t had a full physical exam in over a year, does that sound right?”
That was it, Timmy knew he’d be in for some embarrassment now. His mind started to panic.
“Sounds about right to me, I think maybe it’s been two years now,” Ruth replied.
“Well, we’ll have to take care of that before you go, it’s pretty important for boys his age. Timmy, would you please stand up for me?”
The exam table paper crinkled as Timmy slid himself down onto the floor. He stood there and awaited further instructions.
“Thank you, please take off your shoes.” One by one Timmy slid his sneakers off and felt the cold floor through his socks.
“Pants as well please.”
Timmy looked up at Dr. Phillips bewildered. Dr. Phillips smiled at him. “Oh, don’t be shy,” she said half mockingly. “It’s just a normal procedure, nothing to be embarrassed about. It’ll only take a few seconds.” Ruth was looking on impatiently. Emily was looking up from her phone with a big grin on her face. Nervously, Timmy unbuttoned and unzipped his pants and pulled them down to his ankles, revealing a pair of tighty-whities. He stepped out of the jeans on the floor, picked them up, and put them on the exam table.
“Those too please,” the doctor said, pointing to his underwear. Timmy froze. He thought at least maybe the doctor would ask his stepmom and stepsister to leave the room during this, but was offered no such mercy. Both sat there just watching him expectantly. Finally, he managed to get out, “Do- do I have to?” Timmy’s stepmom interjected.
“Timmy, stop being such a baby. Do what the doctor says so we can go home already”.
In his last effort to save some level of dignity, Timmy turned 180 degrees and faced the table. He pulled down his underwear and cupped his privates with his hands and looked up at the ceiling, desperate for this moment to pass. The doctor sighed and spoke more sternly. “Young man, please stop playing games, I promise I want to get this over with as much as you do. Turn and face me please.”
Still cupping his genitals, Timmy stepped out of the briefs around his ankles and turned to face the three females in the exam room. Ruth had her arms crossed, clearly running out of patience, while Emily covered her mouth with her hands to stifle a huge grin. The doctor, with her hands firmly on hips said, “Hands at your sides please.”
Without seeing any other options, Timmy lowered his hands. Ruth gasped. Emily let out a huge laugh when she saw, “ppPHH HA!” Even the doctor looked shocked at the young boy's condition. Instinctually, Timmy’s hands lifted to cover again. “No, no, no” said the doctor. “Hands down, we’re almost done here.”
Timmy lowered his hands again. There was a long pause and smiles shared by all three onlookers. Finally the doctor broke the silence “Ok, well, now I see why he’s so embarrassed.”
Emily snickered and Ruth’s face lit up with a devilish smile. Timmy looked down at his boyhood. The attention, his nerves, and the cold November air coming through the crack in the window were not helping. His penis resembled a small pink acorn sticking out from the bottom of his hairless pelvis. He was circumcised, though one could barely tell by looking at it. The tip of his penis stuck from a dime sized circumference of foreskin, like a pencil eraser poking through a fruit loop. He felt so ashamed with all of them looking at it. The doctor started up again.
“Ok so, some routine questions and some not-so routine questions for you,” she said. “First, are you sexually active?” Timmy shook his head no. The doctor recorded his response on the clipboard.
“You are likely going through puberty soon - have you ever ejaculated?”
Timmy kept looking down at the floor in front of him and shook his head no.
“Have you ever masterbated?”
Timmy paused. He had tried - heard talks of boys in his class having their first orgasms, and how good they felt. He also noticed that when he played with it, it seemed like it got bigger, but not by much. Another moment passed and he shook his head no. He was not about to admit to touching himself in front of his stepmom and stepsister. The doctor sensed his hesitation.
“Never played with it, not even a little? Don’t lie, this is important to know for your health.”
“A little,” Timmy whispered.
“Sorry, having trouble hearing you. Please look up at me and speak up.”
Timmy looked up and all saw all three of them still staring at him. Humiliated, he admit, “I’ve played with it a little bit”.
“Ewww” Emily said. Ruth smiled and gave her a light elbow on her arm. The doctor said “I see,” and began writing down notes on the clipboard.
“So you’ve had erections before, then, yes?”
Timmy nodded yes. The doctor continued to record his responses.
“Now, has your penis always been, I mean - I’m trying to find a sensitive way to say this. Has it always been.. So-”
“Tiny!” Emily blurted out, laughing. Ruth shushed her and then smiled back at the doctor. Timmy felt like he was about to cry.
“Well,” the doctor said, “yes, at first glance it’s a bit concerning how small it is. I’m wondering if you’re developing normally. Your old doctor never made any mention of it in your records. Unfortunately, development is a process that needs to be recorded over long periods of time. So we’ll take a measurement today, and then another in, say six months, when you come back.”
Timmy was half listening, half in a state of humiliated defeat and stupor. Wait - did she just say “measurement”??
The doctor opened one of the desk drawers and pulled out a shiny metallic ruler. She walked over to him and stood to his side, towering over him in her heals. She bent her knees slightly and held the cold end of the ruker to the base of his pelvis and said “Stand up straight, please”. Timmy adjusted his posture and looked down at the ruler against his pink fleshy nub. He saw the measurement, and only hoped Ruth and Emily weren’t close enough to see. It didn’t matter if they were or not, as the doctor cheerfully said “Hm, just under half an inch!” Emily laughed some more, and now even Ruth was covering her hand with her mouth, grinning with her eyes. The doctor picked up her clipboard again and started writing.
“Ok, hang in there Timmy, we’re almost done here.” The doctor said as she pulled out a box of latex gloves. She donned a pair and walked back over to Timmy. “Spread your feet apart for me a little, Honey?” she instructed. Timmy widened his stance, and immediately felt the warmth of the doctor’s finger tips handling his testicles. She gently rolled each around in her fingers with a concerned expression. “Hm, yeah, these are pretty small in size too, for a boy your age. Could you please turn your head and cough?” Timmy obliged and felt tension as the doctor held on to his sensitive sack, which had retracted tightly to his body. She wrote more down on the clipboard and returned to Timmy, this time placing her attention on his member.
“Ok, let me know if any of this hurts,” she said. Timmy watched as Doctor Phillips again crouched slightly next to him and dwarfed the tip of his penis with her thumb and index finger. She pinched down lightly on his foreskin and pulled it back toward the base, exposing the rest of his tiny pink tip to the room. With her pointer finger on her other hand she pressed ever so gently on the tip of it, angling it around in different directions while she inspected. No one had ever touched Timmy like this ever before in his life. He closed his eyes and waited for the moment to pass. He had never felt so violated.
The doctor finished inspecting and returned to her clipboard. Timmy kept his eyes pressed closed listening to the scratchings of the pen against paper. A record of his utter shame and humiliation. And then he heard whispering. He opened his eyes a little and saw Emily whispering close in Ruth’s ear while pointing at Timmy’s penis. He looked down and he saw what she was whispering about and immediately covered again. He was getting an erection.
Emily giggled when she saw his reaction. Timmy was confounded how that could even have happened amidst all of his embarrassment - he didn’t expect his penis to work ever again! But there it was, hiding behind his cupped hands. Tightening, stretching and standing up, poking the inside of his palm. He wasn’t sure if Emily had realized what she had just begun to witness, but within seconds Timmy felt a full and intense boner behind his hands. It must have been all of the touching and attention from the attractive female doctor. He shut his eyes again, tight, and tried to think of anything that would make it go away. Math, baseball, spiders. Nothing worked, and the doctor had just finished writing. Timmy pleaded, “Can I get dressed now? Please?”
“Almost done, Sweetie, hang tight.” She looked back up and saw Timmy hiding himself again and added, “This will go a lot faster if you stop covering yourself, young man.”
“Please - do I have to? Do, do they have to- do they have to be here for this?”
Ruth interrupted, “Timmy, if you don’t stop misbehaving right now, you’re going to be in big trouble when we get home. Do what the doctor says NOW.”
Resigned to yet another humiliation, Timmy took a deep breath and lowered his hands again. Emily gasped, and the room fell silent. Ruth looked appalled and angry. The doctor covered her mouth. After a moment, which felt like an eternity to Timmy, the doctor finally broke the silence. “Well, looks like someone’s getting a little excited!”
Emily laughed again. Timmy looked down to see for himself. His penis had elongated to about an inch and half, with the thickness of his pinky finger. It formed a 45 degree angle from his pelvis. The tip had darkened its pinkish hue to a bright magenta.
“Timmy! Control yourself!” Ruth scolded.
“Oh, now, it’s ok - I’ve seen this kind of thing before, especially on some of the smaller ones,” the doctor lamented. “So, since it’s so small, there are more nerves concentrated on a smaller area, which makes his penis all that more sensitive. I should have known that the little bit of contact I made while examining him might cause this to happen.” She turned to Timmy. She took the tip of his erection between her pointer finger and thumb and pulled down slightly and said to him, half mockingly again, “I bet this happens to you a lot, huh little guy?”
Timmy was so embarrassed he mouthed the words but couldn’t even speak. The doctor kept holding on to his pink penis head and pressed him, “Hm? Do you get a lot of little boners like this?” Ruth smirked, Emily snickered. Timmy again tried to speak but couldn’t overcome his humiliation and the tingling sensation growing in his penis. He began to feel as though he might have an accident and start peeing in front of all them.
“Timmy, the doctor asked you a question - answer her!”
Timmy looked up and saw his stern stepmother expecting an answer. Emily covering her mouth stifling her laughter, the doctor still holding downward pulling pressure with her two fingers. He felt more and more that he was going to start peeing and he had to try harder and harder to hold it in. He tried to respond to the doctor’s question.
“Y- ye- aAH!”
His first orgasm. Long blasts of semi-opaque white semen started shooting out of his tip. It was the most intense and humiliating feeling he had ever felt in his life. Outside of the cloud of shame and physical ecstasy he was experiencing, the room reacted.
Emily screamed and laughed. The doctor kept holding his penis at the same angle while cum spurted passed her glove hand and onto the floor. She gasped and said “Oh.. my.. goodness” while she continued to hold it, afraid to move it or let go, lest she lose control over Timmy’s cumshot trajectory. In all her years as a pediatrician she had never encountered a boy this sensitive, and wasn’t sure how to handle other than letting him finish. Emily kept laughing while Ruth looked on appalled and started to scold the cumming Timmy. “Timmy! How DARE you spray your little babydick like that! Apologize to Dr. Phillips, you pervert!”
Doctor Phillips was speechless. Timmy tried his best to apologize between cumshots. “Ah, I- I’m- aAhhmm ohh”
Emily exclaimed, laughing, “Ewww I think he likes it!”
Smaller and smaller spurts of cum signaled the last convulsions of his orgasm. The doctor, still holding the tip of his penis gave it two quick tugs to make sure it was all out. Timmy shuddered and let out a final drop of cum onto the floor.
The room was silent except for Emily’s stifled snickering. Timmy looked up and saw her red in the face holding a flood of laughter. The look on his stepmother’s face read an ugly mix of anger and disgust. Dr. Phillips broke the silence, and looking down at Timmy with a self-content smile asked, “All done, squirt?”
Emily laughed out loud at that little jab. Ruth shook her head and breathed “Oh my God, Timmy.” Timmy, having barely just heard the question over the faint ringing leaving his ears meekly shook his head. The doctor let go of his softening penis and picked up a box of tissues off of the desk. Tears began to well up in Timmy’s eyes. “I- I’m s- sorry Doctor. I don’t- I don’t know-“
“Oh, it’s alright, accidents happen. They’re not always this messy though, would you mind?” She replied, handing Timmy the box of tissues and eyeing the milky white puddle on the floor in front of him. He took the tissues and took them out one by one, wiping up the still warm cum off the floor. Its path led a trail up to a few feet in front of his giggling sister.
“Doctor, there’s no way that’s normal, is it?” Ruth asked, now showing a bit of concern.
“Well,” the doctor started, reaching for the small trash bin underneath the desk. “Like I just mentioned - it’s likely very sensitive because of how little it is. He said earlier that he had never ejaculated before, so it’s likely he didn’t expect it and was therefore unable to control it. Then again, I’m not sure that a boy his size would really ever be able to control it. We can access it again in six months” She held the trash bin toward Timmy who had just finished wiping up the last of the semen off the floor. Timmy stood up on his knees and dumped the wad of tissues into the basket. Emily let out an involuntary “Oop!” as she saw his once again flaccid penis.
“Now it’s an innie!” She giggled. Ruth and Dr. Phillips both smiled at her amusement. Timmy looked down and saw to his horror that his penis had now indeed fully retracted into his body, leaving only a coil of wrinkled skin at the base of his pelvis. He moved to cover it, but the doctor, noticing the glistening of some residual ejaculate, said “No no, hands away.” Timmy obediently moved his hands as doctor Phillips took another tissue from the box. She squatted down in front of him and gave him a good wipe around the top of his scrotum and the edge of his inverted penis. She took the last tissue from the box and, wrapping it around her index finger, probed and swabbed the inside of his skin hole. As she did it she joked, “Still in there little guy?”
She discarded the two tissues in the bin and placed it back underneath the desk.
“Ok Timmy, I think you’ve had enough fun, why don’t you get dressed now before you have another accident,” the doctor said. Timmy climbed to his feet and began to turn toward his clothes on the exam table.
Ruth, eyeing him intently, scolded “Oh my god, disgusting! Timmy, your hands!”
Timmy held his palms up to his face and saw they were wet with his juices. He looked for the tissue box and noticed it was empty.
“Uh oh, looks like we should get washed up first,” Doctor Phillips exclaimed. “Follow me and please don’t touch anything.”
With that the doctor walked to the exam room door and swung it open. Timmy froze, aghast. She waved him toward her. “Come, come. The bathroom is just across the hall, let’s go.” Timmy took a step forward and went to cover his penis, the tip having protruded again after standing. “No! You’ll get it on yourself and I don’t want to have to clean it a second time - you might get excited again. Hand up!”
“Timmy, for God’s sake stop being so difficult just listen to the doctor,” Ruth ordered.
Timmy held his hands palms up in front of his chest and followed Dr. Phillips out into the hall. The bathroom was indeed across the hall from his exam room, about thirty feet down. He followed the doctor who walked at a leisurely slow pace. Was she doing this to him on purpose? Was she enjoying his utter humiliation?
As they walked further down the hall toward the bathroom, Timmy started to hear the unmistakable sound of female chatter emanating from one of the upcoming rooms. He stopped walking and stood in the hall paralyzed by fear.
Noticing his hesitation the doctor beckoned him, “Come on now, sweetie we’re almost there, just a bit farther.”
Timmy continued to follow closely behind Dr. Phillips. The voices were growing louder and Timmy was able to make out some of the conversation coming from an approaching room on the left.
“..and he got me flowers and told me how sorry he was..”
“..oh so same move as last time?”
Some laughter.
As the two got closer and closer to the room, Timmy, still with his cum-sticky hands held out in front of his chest read the placard on the wall next to a wide open alcove. LOUNGE. He hoped they could pass by without being noticed.
This was not the case. Timmy trailed closely behind the doctor and almost bumped into her when she stopped cold in front of the break room. The doctor peered and said, “Say, Jenna?”
All three scrubs-clad nurses sitting at the break table abruptly stopped their chatter and immediately all eyes fell on Timmy and his tiny pink pecker. All of their eyebrows raised. One concealed a gasp with her hands. The one called Jenna opened her mouth to speak, and finally redirected her gaze to Dr. Phillips. “Hey Nancy, what’s up?” she replied with a smile.
“Would you mind grabbing some boxes of tissues from the storage closet and bringing them to exam room three? This little guy had an accident back there”
All three looked again at Timmy, cracked smiles but tried their best to remain professional.
“Sure thing, Nance,” Jenna replied after a brief pause. “Thanks so much,” Dr. Phillips said, and continued down the hall. Timmy followed quickly after her and heard the nurses’ chorus of snickers and stifled laughter as soon as he was out of view. When would it all end?
Dr. Phillips finally reached the door at the end of the hall with the placard RESTROOM. She gave it a quick knock and a bright “Just a minute!” chirped back in return. Dr. Phillips called back “Take your time!”, sighed, and turned to Timmy. “Sorry, Sweetie, occupado. We could wait or just take a quick visit to the hand washing station just around the corner here - up to you. I know you’re probably dying for some privacy right about now, huh?” She glanced down at his exposed pink pecker and gave a smirk.
Timmy looked around nervously. He was frozen with fear and shame, and surprised to even have any agency in the decision at all. “Well, what’ll it be, squirt?” Dr. Phillips goaded. Looking back down the hall he saw Jenna emerge from the break room and start to walk briskly toward them. “Let’s go,” he quickly dictated to the doctor.
Dr. Phillips smiled with an ‘I told you so’ look on her face. “Alright it’s just this way, keep your hands up and don’t touch anything” she reminded him, and began to turn the corner. As the next part of the hallway came into view, Timmy saw that they had completely looped around back to the reception desk. He saw the back of the receptionist and some more figures further beyond the glass divider at the desk - it seemed like the office had gotten busier since he had arrived. His stomach dropped but kept a plan to just keep his head down and move quickly.
“Oh, Nancy!” Jenna spoke up from now just a few paces behind them. The doctor stopped and turned. Timmy had a choice - stand there facing the open reception area and risk being seen by even more onlookers or hide his shame or turn to face pretty Nurse Jenna. He figured, she’d seen it already anyway and turned with the doctor.
“Remember, I told you my key fob stopped working - I’ll need yours to get into storage,” she said.
“Oh yes, sorry I forgot about that. The new ones are set to arrive later on today, here.”
The doctor pulled the lanyard around her neck holding her ID, some keys, and the key fob. She took her time loosing it from the rest.
While they stood there, Jenna turned her gaze back to Timmy. “Hi there, cutie, what’s your name?”
The young boy, still with his hands in front of his chest and his penis in full view, looked down at Nurse Jenna’s white tennis shoes and muttered quietly “Timmy.”
“Hi Timmy, I’m Nurse Jenna,” the twenty-something brunette returned with a smile. “Nice to meet you.”
Timmy didn’t say anything. Dr. Phillips continued to mess with her lanyard.
“So um,” Jenna continued in an attempt to ease the tension, “what kinda mess did you make back there?”
“He had an accidental ejaculation event.” Dr Phillips answered bluntly for him, having finally freed the key fob from her lanyard. Jenna’s eyes widened.
“Are you serious?” she asked the doctor in a hushed tone.
“Yup, his first one too,” the doctor replied.
“Oh.. my goodness - ever?”
“That’s what he said”
“Oh god, jeeze that musta been pretty embarrassing huh, kiddo?”
Dr. Phillips let out a slight laugh, continuing to speak for Timmy. “Right in front of his mom and sister. I’ve never seen anything like it - feelin’ pretty bad for the poor kid.”
“Awh, well, don’t worry buddy, accidents happen, right doc?
Dr. Phillips smiled and handed the fob to Jenna, who said “Nice meeting you, Timmy,” and turned left around the corner and walked the down the adjoining hall. “Come along,” said Dr. Phillips.
The hand washing station actually was just around the corner. Timmy turned right around the corner and the small metallic hand washing sink jutted out from the wall to his right. Still, any keen observers from the waiting room or reception desk might spot him if he wasn’t quick. Dr. Phillips gestured toward the sink and said “All right, go ahead.”
Timmy hesitated and glanced toward the open reception area of the office, and then back at Dr. Phillips. Starting to become a bit impatient, she rolled her eyes and walked beyond the sink and faced toward him, signaling the visible barrier she created between him and any potential onlookers. Grateful for this small gesture of mercy, Timmy scurried to the sink and started the water. He hastily rinsed his hands and pulled a paper towel from the dispenser.
“Woah, woah, woah!” The doctor interjected. “I don’t know where you learned to wash your hands, but this is a doctor’s office, young man. A medical facility. We wash our hands properly here. Again, with soap please.”
Timmy looked back at her pleadingly but with the distant medical patrons moving around in the background beyond the desk, decided it better to just listen to her so he could get back to the exam room, back into his clothes, and back home before he was seen by anyone else. He discarded the paper towel, started the water again and pumped some liquid soap from a dispenser into his palm. He began to lather his hands.
“Now, proper medical science suggests that people should wash their hands with soap for at least thirty seconds before rinsing. That’s about as long as it takes to sing ‘Happy Birthday’ two times in a row. Go on, let’s hear you.
Timmy gave her a look of incredulity. “Go on, or will stand here all day, mister.” He started to sing.
“happybirthdaytoyou, happybirthdaytoyou, happybir-“
“No, no, no. Come on. You know what I mean and now you are testing my patience. Come on, let’s hear your pretty singing voice.”
Timmy started at the more traditional tempo.
“Haaappy Birrthdayyy to youuu…”
“Good boy!” The doctor exclaimed. “You do have a lovely singing voice, go on.”
Utterly humiliated, Timmy continued to sing. By the end of the first round through, to his surprise, he felt a tightening in his loins. Oh no, was he getting an erection again? Maybe it was the attention, the adrenaline. Maybe it was the ounce of praise he had just received from this attractive older woman. He looked down to check, and his pink little tip had indeed fully emerged and was stretching upward. Doctor Phillips noticed too and could barely conceal her delight as she called him out for it.
“Uh oh! Look who wants to come out and play again! Wow, you really are a precocious one. Go on, better hurry up then.”
Timmy started the second verse and felt his penis getting stiffer and stiffer. “Haaappy Birrrthday…”
He stopped singing when he heard the bathroom door around the corner open. Two seconds later a teenage girl, likely another patient, emerged from the adjoining hall. She stopped in her tracks and her eyes met Timmy’s, and then darted straight down to his aching pink boner. She gasped and covered her mouth and looked away. “I’m sorry!” She exclaimed. Then composing herself, she stole another glace. Her cheeks glowed red, a big smile grew on her face and she said “I’m really sorry!” She stormed passed them out into the lobby, hiding a mischievous smirk.
“All right squirt, that’s enough - rinse off,” the doctor said. Timmy rinsed and dried his hands, and was relieved to finally have the opportunity to cover himself. As he cupped his privates and scurried back around the corner toward the exam room, he caught site of Jenna returning from the storage room carrying a large cardboard box.
“Oh, perfect timing, Jenna, we’ll take some of those off your hands. Just a minute Timmy.”
Timmy stopped and waited. His erection pulsed behind his cupped hands. Jenna approached and placed the box down on the floor of the hallway. She prayed the cardboard folds open to reveal a neatly tessellated arrangement of tissue boxes. “How many you want?” Jenna asked, looking up at Dr. Phillips.
“Five or six ought to hold me over for a while. You can hand them to our little friend here, said the doctor.
“Looks like he’s got his hands full,” Jenna replied with a grin.
Please, please no.
“Oh he’s perfectly capable of helping - you should of seen him mop up the little mess he made on the floor in exam room three. He’s an eager little helper.” The doctor said all this with a smiling, knowing glare at Timmy, who looked back up at her with silent, begging eyes.
“Alrighty then, here ya go,” Jenna said as she dug out four tissue boxes, stacking them in her hands. She held them out toward Timmy. He looked once more at the doctor but was offered no reprieve. “Go on, don’t be difficult,” she instructed.
Timmy reached out with one hand and tried to grab the stack. Quickly realizing he couldn’t balance them all with one hand, he relinquished his other hand from his throbbing hardon and pulled the boxes to his chest, revealing it to yet another attractive older one. Jenna saw it point right back up at her from under the boxes in his arms and breathed a short chuckle. “Oh!” She gasped. “We’ll, hope you don’t make another mess, little stiffy!” She teased, eyes fixed on Timmy’s fleshy predicament. She took two more boxes and stacked them in his arms and picked up the cardboard box. Still looking down at Timmy’s boner she said “I’ll take that as a compliment,” and turned with a wink back toward the storage room.
The doctor led Timmy back down the hall. She stopped briefly at the break room once again. “How is this room on tissues?” She asked the two nurses still sitting at their lunch table, now talking in whispers. Timmy stood outside the opening of the alcove, peaking in. They caught his glance before one of them said “We could probably use a box.” The doctor looked at her little helper back in the hall. “Timmy, come,” she commanded. Timmy slowly emerged into the light of the break room and immediately felt both of their gazes on his twitching stiffy. No one said anything, the doctor took a box from the top of the stack in the young boy’s arms and placed it on the table in front of her. She turned without speaking and walked back into the hall. Timmy quickly followed after her. As soon as he was out of sight he heard the girls snickering again at his expense.
Dr. Phillips and Timmy returned to the exam room to find Ruth and Emily sitting right where they had been. Ruth upon seeing Timmy’s little pink pole exasperatedly sighed “Dammit Timmy, again?” Emily laughed out loud.
The doctor took the remaining boxes from Timmy’s arms and placed them on the desk. “Yes, seems the little guy just can’t help himself. Happened while he was just washing his hands out of nowhere too. I’m thinking he might even have some sort of undiscovered medical condition, but that’s just purely speculation at this point. We’ll be able to get more information when you all come back in six months. I’d say we’re all done here today. Make sure to make an appointment at the front desk on your way out. Timmy, you can get dressed now.”
Timmy got dressed, Ruth and Emily gathered their things, and the doctor led them back out to the waiting room. While Ruth made the appointment with the receptionist, Emily looked at Timmy with the most devilishly victorious grin he had seen. Avoiding her gaze, he looked around the waiting room and inadvertently locked eyes with the young teen he had encountered while washing his hands, sitting with her mom. She smiled at him and raised her hand and wiggled her pinky at him.
Ruth led Emily and Timmy to the exit, and he left, utterly defeated.
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Re: Tiny Timmy *Extreme Content Warning*
Chapter 3
Cat’s Out of the Bag
Timmy sat in the back seat of his stepmother’s Jeep Cherokee, processing the twenty minutes of humiliation he had just endured. The reactions of the witnesses of his demise flashed through his head. The kind but stern Dr. Phillips, his giggling stepsister, Emily, his disgusted and appalled stepmother, the professional yet bemused nurses, the shocked young girl passing from the restroom. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. His body had betrayed him. Even after having gotten dressed, his little pink hardon throbbed between his pelvis and the waistband of his tighty-whities. It wasn’t until he was sitting in the back seat and putting his seatbelt on that his erection started to subside.
The drive home was quiet. Ruth sat behind the wheel minding the road with an annoyed and exasperated expression. Emily sat in the front seat and watched makeup tutorials on her phone. Timmy looked down at his feet. The hum of the car motor and the hiss of the air passing the outside of the car windows was finally interrupted by Ruth’s alto voice.
“Timmy,” she said as her eyes searched him out in the rear view mirror. Timmy looked up in response. “You really embarrassed me back there.” He had embarrassed her?
“I just can’t believe you would go and get a little stiffy in front of me, your sister, and your doctor like that. Don’t you have any shame?”
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Timmy meekly replied. “I couldn’t help it, I-”
“Oh stop it right now,” Ruth interrupted. “I heard what the doctor said. She said you can’t help it cause your peepee is so small, but I don’t buy it.”
Emily smiled. “It is really tiny,” she giggled, her phone continuing to play a video in the background.
“Lots of boys have little peckers, but you don’t see them showing their boners off to everyone. No, you want to know what I think?” Timmy paused. He wasn’t sure if she was actually expecting an answer or not. She wasn’t. “I think you got hard back there because you'r3 a little pervert. You liked all the attention the doctor was giving you, and you didn’t care enough about her, me, or your sister to even try to control yourself.”
“No, I swear, I-”
“Stop it. I don’t want to hear another word out of you. You don’t get to go parading your little boner around a doctor’s office like that and then defend your actions. It’s intolerable - and even worse - it’s a reflection on me, your mother. Imagine what they all must think you’re allowed to do at home if you act like that out in public.”
There was a pause. The car turned onto their street and their ranch style house came into view.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Timmy surrendered.
“Well you better be. You’re grounded… for a week. No phone, no TV, hear me?”
“Yes, Mommy,” Timmy whispered as he returned his gaze to his feet. He felt so aggrieved - he didn’t want any of it. He didn’t want to get an erection in front of them. He didn’t want to take his clothes off in front of them. He didn’t want a female doctor. He didn’t even want to go to the doctor’s office in the first place. He knew that no punishment could be worse than the embarrassment he had bared at the hands of Dr. Phillips. He would eventually learn just how wrong he was.
Ruth pulled the car into the driveway, put it into park and cut the engine. All unbuckled and she turned to face him.
“Also,” she said, looking directly into his eyes, “I want you to apologize to your sister. She’s younger than you and was an innocent bystander to your perverted display.”
Emily spun around with a great big smile on her face, looking at Timmy expectantly.
Timmy looked down and said “I’m sorry.”
Ruth crinkled her brow. “Excuse me? You think that was an apology? Look at your sister and apologize properly, now!”
Timmy looked up and met his stepmother’s glare. His eyes then shifted to his stepsister, still beaming back at him. “I’m sorry, Emily” he breathed.
“For what?” Ruth demanded.
Timmy searched for the words, “I- I’m sorry for getting a stiffy in front of you..”
“And?”
“And.. um.. for the um.. th- the white.. stuff.”
“You mean ‘for cumming all over the floor?’” Ruth goaded. Emily was now openly laughing.
“Yes,” Timmy replied returning his gaze downward.
“Say it!”
Timmy looked back up at Emily and confessed, “I’m sorry for getting a stiffy and cumming all over the floor in front of you.”
Despite the injustice of the situation, he truly was sorry. He had never had any real ill-will toward his sister, and now genuinely felt guilty for putting her through the experience of having to watch her older brother lose control like that in front of her. It was a strange but potent mixture of guilt, shame, and embarrassment.
Emily was still laughing. Ruth asked her “Sweetie, do you accept your brother’s apology?”
Emily replied, “I do, and I’m sorry you have such a tiny peepee, Timmy.” and started laughing again.
Ruth smiled, amused by her daughter’s response and looked back at Timmy. “Alright, that’s enough, you two - everyone inside.”
There was no further mention made of Timmy’s ordeal. The two kids gathered their book bags from the car and carried them inside. It was a modestly sized one floor house with a finished basement. Upon entering through the front door one was welcomed into a cozy, neatly decorated living room with maroon walls and white accent trim. Across from the entryway was a sofa and a loveseat which faced outward toward a large flatscreen TV on the opposing wall. Two alcoves bordered the seating arrangement. Through the left alcove was a hallway that led first to Timmy’s bedroom, then Emily’s, then the bathroom. At the end of the hall was the master bedroom, occupied by only Ruth. The hallway led back behind the living to the kitchen, which could also be accessed through the right alcove in the living room. It was a modern kitchen with stainless steel appliances and a small round dinner table, bathed in the warm glow of a low hanging light fixture. On the far wall was a sliding glass door that led outside to a fenced in yard with a small patio, a grill, some patio, and an above ground pool.
The kids went to their separate rooms to do their homework as was their afternoon routine. The afternoon dragged on. Timmy focused on long division and his report on Catcher in the Rye In an effort to escape the horror that had befallen him earlier at the doctor’s office. Throughout his life, Timmy had gone through great lengths to hide the shame and embarrassment of his tiny penis. When at home, he would always check to lock his door while changing. He would always bring his clothes with him to the bathroom so as to not risk walking through the hall in a towel. At school he would change for the gym in a bathroom stall. He didn’t want anyone to know about his tiny dicklet. But now, he could count seven females who had seen his tiny pink shame in all its glory - including his stepmother and stepsister.
Oh no. Emily. The realization was stunning, but when it hit him, it hit him hard. Girls talk. Especially bratty popular girls, like Emily. She had lots of friends. Timmy’s stomach sank. Has she told anyone? Would she? Maybe she already forgot about it. Maybe if he ignored it, it just would never be mentioned again. Maybe not.
He had to talk to her. For the next hour Timmy panicked in his room. He knew better than to approach Emily to talk to her about it when they could be overheard by his stepmom. At 5:30pm he got his opportunity.
“I’m going to the store to pick up dinner!” Ruth called down the hall from the kitchen. “Be back in about ten minutes, please behave yourselves and finish your homework!”
“Okay” both called back from their rooms. Timmy’s heart began racing. He would have to approach Emily and literally ask if she had told anyone about his tiny penis. This was not going to be pleasant.
Timmy listened as Ruth left the front door, started her car and drove off. He stood up from his desk and walked out into the hallway toward Emily’s room. He approached her doorway nearly silently and knocked on the frame. Emily jumped in desk chair.
“Oh my God you scared me! Why are you sneaking up on me like that!”
“Hi Em, sorry. Could I um- could I talk to you for a second?”
Emily put her pencil down and spun in her chair toward him, looking slightly confused and annoyed. Her figure sat in the desk chair like a queen on a thrown. The walls of her castle were pink and white, and was adorned in all corners by stuffed animals and the occasional dance competition trophy. Her name hung above her bed in white script letters. She stared at him as she waited for him to go on.
“So um, I uh - it’s about earlier. At um, the uh… doctor’s”
The corners of Emily’s lips curled upward ever so slightly.
“What do you mean?” Emily asked, reveling in Timmy’s discomfort. She knew exactly what he meant, and she knew how embarrassed he was by the whole ordeal. Timmy squirmed in the doorway, searching desperately for the words to speak frankly about his insecurities and secure his stepsister’s compliance in keeping his secret.
“It’s just- uhm, you saw.. um-”
“Your tiny weewee?” Emily blurted out.
“Em, stop! It’s not that small!” Timmy defended himself, his face flushing red. Emily laughed in response.
“Are you kidding?? Timmy you basically look like a girl down there!”
Speechless at this new insult, Timmy looked down at her feet and said dryly, “I just- you didn’t tell anyone did you?”
Now Emily realized exactly why her stepbrother had come to talk to her. The power she wielded him dawned on her. She replied, “No, Timmy, I haven’t told anyone about your tiny weewee.”
The jab stung, but Timmy needed to press on in order to achieve some sort of piece of mind. “You’re not gonna, are you?”
Emily paused for a second. She pursed her lips, wrinkled her brow, and shifted her eyes dramatically toward the left upper corner of the room, as if rigorously deliberating her next move. She looked back Timmy, smiled and asked, “About what - your little baby peepee? Or that you got all excited and had an accident?”
A lump shot up in Timmy’s throat. She held all the cards. He submitted and with one hand crossing his midsection holding his other forearm, quietly said “any of it.”
“Aww why not?” Emily mocked. “It was soooooo funny!”
“No! It’s embarrassing!” Timmy pleaded. “Please please don’t tell anyone!”
Emily paused again, crossed her arms and smirked. Timmy looked down at his feet, holding back tears. Part of Emily felt bad for her poor stepbrother, but another much larger part rejoiced in the new level of authority over him that she had just stumbled upon. She knew at that moment that she would always hold the upper hand over him. Even at just ten years old, her inner sadist was beginning to reveal itself. She loved the power - and she knew she had to solidify it.
“Oh I don’t know,” she said. “It’s really funny. I was kinda looking forward to telling Hannah and Kayla at school..”
“Please please Emily, please, you don’t understand how embarrassing it is. I’ll be a laughing stock!”
“Oh, you’re already a laughing stock,” Emily chuckled.
“Please, Em. I’ll do anything - I’ll clean your room, I’ll do your homework - please, anything!
“Anything?” Emily smiled wide. That was it, a tangible way to wield her new authority. Timmy swallowed nervously and shook his head yes. “Touch your nose,” Emily ordered, testing her power.
Timmy sighed and brought his index finger to the tip of his nose. Emily continued smiling smugly. “Jump up and down,” she said. Timmy hopped in place a couple of times and paused waiting for his next command. “I didn’t say stop!” Emily complained. To her amusement, Timmy continued jumping up and down again. She let him go for about fifteen seconds and said giggling, “ok, ok, enough.”
“So you won’t tell anyone?” Timmy pleaded once more.
“Just one more thing,” Emily retorted. She knew she was taking a risk but had him right where she wanted him. “Get naked!”
Timmy froze and his eyes widened. “Wh- what?” He stammered. His eyes begged that it was a joke.
“You heard me, get naked. You said you’d do anything, right?” A pause. Emily lifted her phone from her desk and leaned back in her chair. “Well, I guess you didn’t mean it - maybe I’ll text Kayla right now and tell her all about how your little baby peepee got all-“
“Ok!” Timmy interjected. “No, it’s ok I’ll- um, I’ll do it.”
Emily crossed her arms again and watched leaning back in her chair. Timmy began to peel off his socks one by one, hoping she was bluffing. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his skinny pale frame and placed it on the floor next to him. He looked back up at her to check her face for a sign of mercy. She kept smiling and watching. Timmy’s fingers met the button of his pants and shakily fumbled it open. He pulled down his fly and loosed the jeans from his hips. They sagged down around his knees exposing his tighty-whities. He stepped out of his jeans one leg at a time. He stood there and again paused. His eyes met Emily’s again. Her cheeks were now also red from a sympathetic embarrassment for his big brother. He squeaked out one final protest, “Do I have to?”
Emily picked up her phone in response as the smile faded from her face. “If I have to tell you again, I will text my friends right now and tell them all about your tiny pathetic baby dick,” she said sternly. “Better hurry up before Mom gets home, she’ll be pretty mad if she catches you like this in my room,” she added.
Timmy sighed and looped his hands into the waistband of his underwear. Closing his eyes he loosened them from his waist and let them fall to his ankles and stepped out of them. Emily’s snickering was immediate.
“Oh my god,” she laughed. “It’s like a little button! Are you sure you're a boy, Timmy??”
Timmy covered his shame with both hands at that comment. “No no no, don’t cover it - hands on your head, NOW,” Emily responded. Timmy lifted his hands and put them atop his dirty-blond shrouded head, exposing again his penis to mocking glares of his sister and cool air of her room. “Now close your eyes,” Emily commanded.
Timmy obliged and stood there a moment waiting for her next command. None came. Instead the sound he heard next was the unmistakable electronic camera shutter sound effect from Emily’s iPhone. His eyes popped open and saw her aiming her phone right at him with a huge grin on her face. Immediately he covered again, and mortified, yelled, “Stop it! What are you doing!?” Emily laughed at her brother’s terror and continued to snap the incriminating photos.
Panacking, Timmy lunged toward her, hands out reaching for her phone. Thinking quickly, Emily leaned back in her chair, and, snapping one more picture of her naked attacking stepbrother swiftly lifted her knee and swung her foot out making perfect square contact with Timmy’s testicles. “Mmunggff” was the sound that escaped from his mouth as he fell straight to the floor, hands between his legs.
The pain was intense, a dull but persistent ache at the very base of his abdomen. He was completely immobilized and moaned in pain on the floor.
“You tried to attack me!” Emily yelled at him, still half laughing. “I’m telling Mom when she gets home!”
“Please.. no..” Timmy gasped. “I- please I.. can you just delete the pictures, please??”
At that moment the two heard the garage door opening. Ruth had returned from the store. “You better get out of here before she sees you,” Emily warned. Timmy gave her one last pleading look which returned only a cross armed sneer. Finally she leaned forward from her chair down toward him, her golden red hair dangling from behind her ears. Her freckle-bordered green eyes met his as he laid in a half fetal position, cupping his aching testicles, tears beginning to form.
She said, “I own you now, big brother. From now on, you have to do whatever I tell you. If you don’t, well…” She held her phone up to her face, ran her finger across the screen a few times and angled it toward Timmy. The screen displayed one of the pictures she took - her stepbrother standing in the doorway of her bedroom, his eyes closed, hands atop his head. He was totally naked and a pink cluster of pixels peeked out from between his legs. Emily pinched the center of the screen and drew her fingers wider, and the display zoomed in on Timmy’s once well hidden secret, in high definition.
“If you don’t do exactly as I command,” Emily continued with devilish delight, “everyone at school will know about your teeny-weeny-baby-peepee. Is that what you want?” Timmy shook his head no. “That’s what I thought,” Emily said with a smug smile. She turned the phone back toward herself and swiped a few times, her smile widening. “And don’t even think about trying to tell Mom or anyone else about this. If you do, I can just tell her how you stormed in here, totally naked.” Her voice started to quiver with a feigned, mockingly scared tone. “I’ll tell her you were crazed and that.. that..” Timmy heard the engine cut and the car door open and shut from inside the garage. “I’ll tell her I thought you were gonna attack me - like - you were going to try to have your way with me…” she flipped the phone back toward Timmy showing him the last picture she took. It was indeed incriminating. He saw himself, totally naked, clearly moving toward her, in a rage. The garage door could be heard closing through the walls of the house. Timmy’s face wore a desperate fear, and his eyes once again pleaded to his new master. “Better get going, Babydick,” Emily warned with a smile. Keys could be heard opening the lock on the front door of the house.
Timmy came to his senses and scrambled to the pile of clothes on the floor, gathered them up, and stumbled toward the door. “Wait!” Emily commanded. Timmy froze as he heard the front door open. “Let me see it again” Emily commanded in a hushed tone. Holding the bundle of clothes in his arms and desperate to return to the safety of his room, Timmy spun from the doorway and faced Emily again. Emily smiled wide. Timmy looked down and saw to his dismay that the fear, panic, and pain had all collaborated toward rending his penis an innie, once again. “Kids, I’m home!” Ruth called from the kitchen. Timmy glanced over his shoulder making sure that he was not visible from just inside Emily’s bedroom door frame. Another camera shutter sound came from Emily’s phone. His head snapped back at Emily in horror. “Go!” She mouthed, with an accompanying gesture with her hand. Timmy peeked his head out the door and saw the back of his stepmother as she unpacked groceries in the kitchen. With his heart beating out of his chest, Timmy took his chance and slipped out of Emily’s room, and with his clothes held tightly, he took four long tip-toeing strides down the hall and slipped back into his bedroom. He silently shut the door just as Ruth turned back toward the hallway.
Cat’s Out of the Bag
Timmy sat in the back seat of his stepmother’s Jeep Cherokee, processing the twenty minutes of humiliation he had just endured. The reactions of the witnesses of his demise flashed through his head. The kind but stern Dr. Phillips, his giggling stepsister, Emily, his disgusted and appalled stepmother, the professional yet bemused nurses, the shocked young girl passing from the restroom. He wanted to crawl into a hole and die. His body had betrayed him. Even after having gotten dressed, his little pink hardon throbbed between his pelvis and the waistband of his tighty-whities. It wasn’t until he was sitting in the back seat and putting his seatbelt on that his erection started to subside.
The drive home was quiet. Ruth sat behind the wheel minding the road with an annoyed and exasperated expression. Emily sat in the front seat and watched makeup tutorials on her phone. Timmy looked down at his feet. The hum of the car motor and the hiss of the air passing the outside of the car windows was finally interrupted by Ruth’s alto voice.
“Timmy,” she said as her eyes searched him out in the rear view mirror. Timmy looked up in response. “You really embarrassed me back there.” He had embarrassed her?
“I just can’t believe you would go and get a little stiffy in front of me, your sister, and your doctor like that. Don’t you have any shame?”
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Timmy meekly replied. “I couldn’t help it, I-”
“Oh stop it right now,” Ruth interrupted. “I heard what the doctor said. She said you can’t help it cause your peepee is so small, but I don’t buy it.”
Emily smiled. “It is really tiny,” she giggled, her phone continuing to play a video in the background.
“Lots of boys have little peckers, but you don’t see them showing their boners off to everyone. No, you want to know what I think?” Timmy paused. He wasn’t sure if she was actually expecting an answer or not. She wasn’t. “I think you got hard back there because you'r3 a little pervert. You liked all the attention the doctor was giving you, and you didn’t care enough about her, me, or your sister to even try to control yourself.”
“No, I swear, I-”
“Stop it. I don’t want to hear another word out of you. You don’t get to go parading your little boner around a doctor’s office like that and then defend your actions. It’s intolerable - and even worse - it’s a reflection on me, your mother. Imagine what they all must think you’re allowed to do at home if you act like that out in public.”
There was a pause. The car turned onto their street and their ranch style house came into view.
“I’m sorry, Mommy,” Timmy surrendered.
“Well you better be. You’re grounded… for a week. No phone, no TV, hear me?”
“Yes, Mommy,” Timmy whispered as he returned his gaze to his feet. He felt so aggrieved - he didn’t want any of it. He didn’t want to get an erection in front of them. He didn’t want to take his clothes off in front of them. He didn’t want a female doctor. He didn’t even want to go to the doctor’s office in the first place. He knew that no punishment could be worse than the embarrassment he had bared at the hands of Dr. Phillips. He would eventually learn just how wrong he was.
Ruth pulled the car into the driveway, put it into park and cut the engine. All unbuckled and she turned to face him.
“Also,” she said, looking directly into his eyes, “I want you to apologize to your sister. She’s younger than you and was an innocent bystander to your perverted display.”
Emily spun around with a great big smile on her face, looking at Timmy expectantly.
Timmy looked down and said “I’m sorry.”
Ruth crinkled her brow. “Excuse me? You think that was an apology? Look at your sister and apologize properly, now!”
Timmy looked up and met his stepmother’s glare. His eyes then shifted to his stepsister, still beaming back at him. “I’m sorry, Emily” he breathed.
“For what?” Ruth demanded.
Timmy searched for the words, “I- I’m sorry for getting a stiffy in front of you..”
“And?”
“And.. um.. for the um.. th- the white.. stuff.”
“You mean ‘for cumming all over the floor?’” Ruth goaded. Emily was now openly laughing.
“Yes,” Timmy replied returning his gaze downward.
“Say it!”
Timmy looked back up at Emily and confessed, “I’m sorry for getting a stiffy and cumming all over the floor in front of you.”
Despite the injustice of the situation, he truly was sorry. He had never had any real ill-will toward his sister, and now genuinely felt guilty for putting her through the experience of having to watch her older brother lose control like that in front of her. It was a strange but potent mixture of guilt, shame, and embarrassment.
Emily was still laughing. Ruth asked her “Sweetie, do you accept your brother’s apology?”
Emily replied, “I do, and I’m sorry you have such a tiny peepee, Timmy.” and started laughing again.
Ruth smiled, amused by her daughter’s response and looked back at Timmy. “Alright, that’s enough, you two - everyone inside.”
There was no further mention made of Timmy’s ordeal. The two kids gathered their book bags from the car and carried them inside. It was a modestly sized one floor house with a finished basement. Upon entering through the front door one was welcomed into a cozy, neatly decorated living room with maroon walls and white accent trim. Across from the entryway was a sofa and a loveseat which faced outward toward a large flatscreen TV on the opposing wall. Two alcoves bordered the seating arrangement. Through the left alcove was a hallway that led first to Timmy’s bedroom, then Emily’s, then the bathroom. At the end of the hall was the master bedroom, occupied by only Ruth. The hallway led back behind the living to the kitchen, which could also be accessed through the right alcove in the living room. It was a modern kitchen with stainless steel appliances and a small round dinner table, bathed in the warm glow of a low hanging light fixture. On the far wall was a sliding glass door that led outside to a fenced in yard with a small patio, a grill, some patio, and an above ground pool.
The kids went to their separate rooms to do their homework as was their afternoon routine. The afternoon dragged on. Timmy focused on long division and his report on Catcher in the Rye In an effort to escape the horror that had befallen him earlier at the doctor’s office. Throughout his life, Timmy had gone through great lengths to hide the shame and embarrassment of his tiny penis. When at home, he would always check to lock his door while changing. He would always bring his clothes with him to the bathroom so as to not risk walking through the hall in a towel. At school he would change for the gym in a bathroom stall. He didn’t want anyone to know about his tiny dicklet. But now, he could count seven females who had seen his tiny pink shame in all its glory - including his stepmother and stepsister.
Oh no. Emily. The realization was stunning, but when it hit him, it hit him hard. Girls talk. Especially bratty popular girls, like Emily. She had lots of friends. Timmy’s stomach sank. Has she told anyone? Would she? Maybe she already forgot about it. Maybe if he ignored it, it just would never be mentioned again. Maybe not.
He had to talk to her. For the next hour Timmy panicked in his room. He knew better than to approach Emily to talk to her about it when they could be overheard by his stepmom. At 5:30pm he got his opportunity.
“I’m going to the store to pick up dinner!” Ruth called down the hall from the kitchen. “Be back in about ten minutes, please behave yourselves and finish your homework!”
“Okay” both called back from their rooms. Timmy’s heart began racing. He would have to approach Emily and literally ask if she had told anyone about his tiny penis. This was not going to be pleasant.
Timmy listened as Ruth left the front door, started her car and drove off. He stood up from his desk and walked out into the hallway toward Emily’s room. He approached her doorway nearly silently and knocked on the frame. Emily jumped in desk chair.
“Oh my God you scared me! Why are you sneaking up on me like that!”
“Hi Em, sorry. Could I um- could I talk to you for a second?”
Emily put her pencil down and spun in her chair toward him, looking slightly confused and annoyed. Her figure sat in the desk chair like a queen on a thrown. The walls of her castle were pink and white, and was adorned in all corners by stuffed animals and the occasional dance competition trophy. Her name hung above her bed in white script letters. She stared at him as she waited for him to go on.
“So um, I uh - it’s about earlier. At um, the uh… doctor’s”
The corners of Emily’s lips curled upward ever so slightly.
“What do you mean?” Emily asked, reveling in Timmy’s discomfort. She knew exactly what he meant, and she knew how embarrassed he was by the whole ordeal. Timmy squirmed in the doorway, searching desperately for the words to speak frankly about his insecurities and secure his stepsister’s compliance in keeping his secret.
“It’s just- uhm, you saw.. um-”
“Your tiny weewee?” Emily blurted out.
“Em, stop! It’s not that small!” Timmy defended himself, his face flushing red. Emily laughed in response.
“Are you kidding?? Timmy you basically look like a girl down there!”
Speechless at this new insult, Timmy looked down at her feet and said dryly, “I just- you didn’t tell anyone did you?”
Now Emily realized exactly why her stepbrother had come to talk to her. The power she wielded him dawned on her. She replied, “No, Timmy, I haven’t told anyone about your tiny weewee.”
The jab stung, but Timmy needed to press on in order to achieve some sort of piece of mind. “You’re not gonna, are you?”
Emily paused for a second. She pursed her lips, wrinkled her brow, and shifted her eyes dramatically toward the left upper corner of the room, as if rigorously deliberating her next move. She looked back Timmy, smiled and asked, “About what - your little baby peepee? Or that you got all excited and had an accident?”
A lump shot up in Timmy’s throat. She held all the cards. He submitted and with one hand crossing his midsection holding his other forearm, quietly said “any of it.”
“Aww why not?” Emily mocked. “It was soooooo funny!”
“No! It’s embarrassing!” Timmy pleaded. “Please please don’t tell anyone!”
Emily paused again, crossed her arms and smirked. Timmy looked down at his feet, holding back tears. Part of Emily felt bad for her poor stepbrother, but another much larger part rejoiced in the new level of authority over him that she had just stumbled upon. She knew at that moment that she would always hold the upper hand over him. Even at just ten years old, her inner sadist was beginning to reveal itself. She loved the power - and she knew she had to solidify it.
“Oh I don’t know,” she said. “It’s really funny. I was kinda looking forward to telling Hannah and Kayla at school..”
“Please please Emily, please, you don’t understand how embarrassing it is. I’ll be a laughing stock!”
“Oh, you’re already a laughing stock,” Emily chuckled.
“Please, Em. I’ll do anything - I’ll clean your room, I’ll do your homework - please, anything!
“Anything?” Emily smiled wide. That was it, a tangible way to wield her new authority. Timmy swallowed nervously and shook his head yes. “Touch your nose,” Emily ordered, testing her power.
Timmy sighed and brought his index finger to the tip of his nose. Emily continued smiling smugly. “Jump up and down,” she said. Timmy hopped in place a couple of times and paused waiting for his next command. “I didn’t say stop!” Emily complained. To her amusement, Timmy continued jumping up and down again. She let him go for about fifteen seconds and said giggling, “ok, ok, enough.”
“So you won’t tell anyone?” Timmy pleaded once more.
“Just one more thing,” Emily retorted. She knew she was taking a risk but had him right where she wanted him. “Get naked!”
Timmy froze and his eyes widened. “Wh- what?” He stammered. His eyes begged that it was a joke.
“You heard me, get naked. You said you’d do anything, right?” A pause. Emily lifted her phone from her desk and leaned back in her chair. “Well, I guess you didn’t mean it - maybe I’ll text Kayla right now and tell her all about how your little baby peepee got all-“
“Ok!” Timmy interjected. “No, it’s ok I’ll- um, I’ll do it.”
Emily crossed her arms again and watched leaning back in her chair. Timmy began to peel off his socks one by one, hoping she was bluffing. He pulled his T-shirt over his head, revealing his skinny pale frame and placed it on the floor next to him. He looked back up at her to check her face for a sign of mercy. She kept smiling and watching. Timmy’s fingers met the button of his pants and shakily fumbled it open. He pulled down his fly and loosed the jeans from his hips. They sagged down around his knees exposing his tighty-whities. He stepped out of his jeans one leg at a time. He stood there and again paused. His eyes met Emily’s again. Her cheeks were now also red from a sympathetic embarrassment for his big brother. He squeaked out one final protest, “Do I have to?”
Emily picked up her phone in response as the smile faded from her face. “If I have to tell you again, I will text my friends right now and tell them all about your tiny pathetic baby dick,” she said sternly. “Better hurry up before Mom gets home, she’ll be pretty mad if she catches you like this in my room,” she added.
Timmy sighed and looped his hands into the waistband of his underwear. Closing his eyes he loosened them from his waist and let them fall to his ankles and stepped out of them. Emily’s snickering was immediate.
“Oh my god,” she laughed. “It’s like a little button! Are you sure you're a boy, Timmy??”
Timmy covered his shame with both hands at that comment. “No no no, don’t cover it - hands on your head, NOW,” Emily responded. Timmy lifted his hands and put them atop his dirty-blond shrouded head, exposing again his penis to mocking glares of his sister and cool air of her room. “Now close your eyes,” Emily commanded.
Timmy obliged and stood there a moment waiting for her next command. None came. Instead the sound he heard next was the unmistakable electronic camera shutter sound effect from Emily’s iPhone. His eyes popped open and saw her aiming her phone right at him with a huge grin on her face. Immediately he covered again, and mortified, yelled, “Stop it! What are you doing!?” Emily laughed at her brother’s terror and continued to snap the incriminating photos.
Panacking, Timmy lunged toward her, hands out reaching for her phone. Thinking quickly, Emily leaned back in her chair, and, snapping one more picture of her naked attacking stepbrother swiftly lifted her knee and swung her foot out making perfect square contact with Timmy’s testicles. “Mmunggff” was the sound that escaped from his mouth as he fell straight to the floor, hands between his legs.
The pain was intense, a dull but persistent ache at the very base of his abdomen. He was completely immobilized and moaned in pain on the floor.
“You tried to attack me!” Emily yelled at him, still half laughing. “I’m telling Mom when she gets home!”
“Please.. no..” Timmy gasped. “I- please I.. can you just delete the pictures, please??”
At that moment the two heard the garage door opening. Ruth had returned from the store. “You better get out of here before she sees you,” Emily warned. Timmy gave her one last pleading look which returned only a cross armed sneer. Finally she leaned forward from her chair down toward him, her golden red hair dangling from behind her ears. Her freckle-bordered green eyes met his as he laid in a half fetal position, cupping his aching testicles, tears beginning to form.
She said, “I own you now, big brother. From now on, you have to do whatever I tell you. If you don’t, well…” She held her phone up to her face, ran her finger across the screen a few times and angled it toward Timmy. The screen displayed one of the pictures she took - her stepbrother standing in the doorway of her bedroom, his eyes closed, hands atop his head. He was totally naked and a pink cluster of pixels peeked out from between his legs. Emily pinched the center of the screen and drew her fingers wider, and the display zoomed in on Timmy’s once well hidden secret, in high definition.
“If you don’t do exactly as I command,” Emily continued with devilish delight, “everyone at school will know about your teeny-weeny-baby-peepee. Is that what you want?” Timmy shook his head no. “That’s what I thought,” Emily said with a smug smile. She turned the phone back toward herself and swiped a few times, her smile widening. “And don’t even think about trying to tell Mom or anyone else about this. If you do, I can just tell her how you stormed in here, totally naked.” Her voice started to quiver with a feigned, mockingly scared tone. “I’ll tell her you were crazed and that.. that..” Timmy heard the engine cut and the car door open and shut from inside the garage. “I’ll tell her I thought you were gonna attack me - like - you were going to try to have your way with me…” she flipped the phone back toward Timmy showing him the last picture she took. It was indeed incriminating. He saw himself, totally naked, clearly moving toward her, in a rage. The garage door could be heard closing through the walls of the house. Timmy’s face wore a desperate fear, and his eyes once again pleaded to his new master. “Better get going, Babydick,” Emily warned with a smile. Keys could be heard opening the lock on the front door of the house.
Timmy came to his senses and scrambled to the pile of clothes on the floor, gathered them up, and stumbled toward the door. “Wait!” Emily commanded. Timmy froze as he heard the front door open. “Let me see it again” Emily commanded in a hushed tone. Holding the bundle of clothes in his arms and desperate to return to the safety of his room, Timmy spun from the doorway and faced Emily again. Emily smiled wide. Timmy looked down and saw to his dismay that the fear, panic, and pain had all collaborated toward rending his penis an innie, once again. “Kids, I’m home!” Ruth called from the kitchen. Timmy glanced over his shoulder making sure that he was not visible from just inside Emily’s bedroom door frame. Another camera shutter sound came from Emily’s phone. His head snapped back at Emily in horror. “Go!” She mouthed, with an accompanying gesture with her hand. Timmy peeked his head out the door and saw the back of his stepmother as she unpacked groceries in the kitchen. With his heart beating out of his chest, Timmy took his chance and slipped out of Emily’s room, and with his clothes held tightly, he took four long tip-toeing strides down the hall and slipped back into his bedroom. He silently shut the door just as Ruth turned back toward the hallway.
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amazing SPH story!! I hope you write so much more! I love the medical humiliation.
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i just loooooooooooooooooove this story!!! More chapters pls
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Great story with a slow built of characters.
I hope the sequel will follow the same rythm.
I wonder if Kayla and Hannah are Emily's or Timmy's friends.
Maybe Hannah is in Emily's class and Kayla is in Timmy's.
It would be great that Timmy has a crush on one girl that would witness his future humiliation.
The blackmail of Timmy could bring a lot of different humiliation stories.
Can't wait for the next part
I hope the sequel will follow the same rythm.
I wonder if Kayla and Hannah are Emily's or Timmy's friends.
Maybe Hannah is in Emily's class and Kayla is in Timmy's.
It would be great that Timmy has a crush on one girl that would witness his future humiliation.
The blackmail of Timmy could bring a lot of different humiliation stories.
Can't wait for the next part
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