Nurse's Association of Knowledge, Education and Demonstration
Part 12: The Injury
At long last, Seth lay in his bed, his foot propped up on a pillow, with an ice pack against his ankle. He’d given up on confronting his brother for the time being, as their parents said Joseph was at a friend’s. Seth was somewhat relieved if he was honest, as he didn’t feel ready to have a conversation about what transpired at lunch. As he remembered lunch, he felt a stirring below his waistband, and his hand navigated its way down the front of his sweatpants, which he had eventually changed back into. As per his “medical advice”, Seth was still not wearing boxers.
He reflected on the day that felt more like two, remembering how he had been given an oily massage just hours ago. He thought about the cold stethoscope but associated it with the warm rubbing that followed. Then he’d done exercises to increase his heart rate, exercises which were typical on their own, but which he’d never even considered doing naked before. He remembered his balls bouncing, and his dick twitching, in full view of four ninth grade girls who had now seen more of him than probably anyone else in his whole life. And then his brother had entered the room – Seth tried to gloss over this part as he felt his dick growing harder – focusing instead on his second set of exercises.
Seth closed his eyes and breathed shakily, stroking faster as he continued to replay the lunch period. He couldn’t dare to think about the basketball game yet, realizing that actual parents of team members had seen him basically bare. No, he was focused just on the lunchtime events right now, dangerously approaching the point of no return.
Bzzzt. Bzzzt.
Seth opened his eyes and groped to his left, finding his phone. Sara was calling. He’d been waiting for a response all afternoon, but she had left him on ‘sent’. He quickly answered the call.
“Hey baby,” Seth said smoothly, still in a horny haze.
“Don’t
‘hey baby’ me, Seth Zinck. I want to know what you were doing at lunch because it wasn’t chemistry extra help.”
Seth clenched his teeth, considering how to respond. Finally, he settled on a half-truth. “Look, I’m sorry I lied. I had to join a club to graduate and so that’s where I was.”
Sara was silent for a moment. “A club?”
“Yeah, apparently we need one to pass. Mrs. Masters told me.”
“Well, no shit we need one Seth. You’ve known that since ninth grade. But why would you lie to me about that?”
‘Because I have to get stripped and massaged and masturbated in this club,’ Seth thought, but obviously didn’t say. “Because I’m embarrassed that I left it this late into high school and I didn’t want anyone to know.”
Sara finally sighed and accepted her boyfriend’s apology. She decided to come clean too. “Look, I’m really sorry, but I knew you were lying, and I came to do some investigating. Your brother gave away what room you were in. I don’t think he meant to. But I heard through the door some talk about pulses. What kind of club is it?”
Seth hesitated, deciding whether or not to be honest. “The science club,” he finally lied. “Please don’t tell anyone, babe. I’m a sports guy, not a science nerd.”
“I know,” Sara empathized. “I won’t tell. So, how was your game?”
Seth and Sara talked for a while longer, as Seth’s boner wilted. He figured he could always finish his masturbatory session after the phone call, but by the time he hung up, his eyes were heavy from the day’s events and he fell into a deep slumber.
“Seth, wake up or you’ll be late!”
Mr. Zinck knocked loudly on his son's door on his way to the shower. Seth tried to orient himself as he opened his eyes and realized it must be Friday morning. He hadn’t meant to sleep all through the evening and night, but he had obviously been extremely tired. It had been a long week since he joined the nurse’s club on Tuesday, but he had survived. Just a few more weeks. He could do it.
Seth checked the temperature and saw it was going to be a warm spring day. He pulled on a long t-shirt and a pair of red basketball shorts, remembering not to wear boxers underneath. He headed downstairs for breakfast.
Joseph was sitting at the table eating cereal, and instantly looked up at his brother. Seth avoided eye contact, heading straight for the freezer, where he retrieved two waffles, popping them into the toaster.
“How’d you sleep?” Joseph asked boldly. “I came to talk to you last night, but you were out.”
“Yeah, my bad,” Seth replied, still not looking at his brother. “I was tired and Sara called, and I just passed out I guess.”
The air was awkward between the two, at least from Seth’s perspective.
“So,” Joseph said finally. “Dad’s going to be about ten minutes in the shower. Do you want to jerk off now then?”
“What!?” Seth finally spun around and looked directly at his brother. “I’m not doing that,” he said quietly.
“You have to. I talked to the girls from the club in my class after lunch, and they told me it’s really important.”
“Look Joe, I’ll cum once per day, and I won’t wear the boxers. But you’re not going to watch or check up on me. You can just tell them you did.”
Joseph looked slightly panicked. “They said you would ask for that, but I’m supposed to insist. You have to do it in front of me today, tomorrow, and Sunday.”
Seth approached the table and looked right into his brother’s eyes. “
No,” he said, grabbing his backpack and the waffles from the toaster, opting to eat in his car instead of the kitchen.
“You wanted to see me, Mrs. Masters?”
It was lunch time and Seth had dragged himself to the main office after the teacher in his previous class let him know Mrs. Masters had requested him.
“Sit down, Mr. Zinck. We are just going to wait a moment for our guests.”
Seth took a seat, annoyed, and not knowing what this was all about. He hadn’t planned to miss this lunch, and wondered, for the third time this week, what he would tell his girlfriend Sara. Finally, there was a knock on the door, and Mrs. Masters invited the guests inside.
Marcy and Clementine entered. Marcy had a clipboard and Clementine had a red backpack that said, “First Aid”. The girls closed the door behind them.
“Mr. Zinck,” Mrs. Masters started, “How is your foot after your injury yesterday?”
“My… foot? It’s fine. How did you know?”
“Your basketball coach files a report whenever there is an injury. You should really let us know yourself, but I’ll forgive you this time, because we caught the injury early.”
“Let you know?” Seth asked. “I’ve always just told the school nurse if I had an issue before.”
“Ah, that was a wise choice, at least until you had your own medical team,” Mrs. Masters smiled. “I daresay, our school nurse is busy enough with all the other students. Unless I, or your nurse team decide your injuries are worth escalating, you will come to them with all of your concerns. If you feel it is outside their scope, come to me, and I will decide. Do I make myself clear?”
Seth didn’t say anything, so Mrs. Masters repeated her question. “Yes ma’am,” Seth finally replied.
“Perfect,” she smiled, “Marcy and Clementine here would like to make sure your ankle is truly healed.”
“Fine,” Seth grumbled, kicking off his sneaker, and extending his foot towards them.
“Oh, Seth,” Marcy said, “That’s not how we do things. It’s important to have all your clothes off and out of the way. You know that.”
Seth glared at Marcy as he pulled off his sock and re-extended his foot. He was wearing shorts today, so there were now no clothes below his thighs that would be getting in the way.
“It’s important to have all your clothes off and out of the way,” Marcy repeated.
Seth looked at Marcy, then at Clementine, then at Mrs. Masters. “You’re just checking my ankle though? For that, I don’t need to be… naked.” The last word was almost silent.
“Yes, you do.” Marcy insisted. “Accuracy and consistency are important. You’ve done all your other check-ups in the nude, so it must continue exactly that way.”
“Consistency?” Seth questioned. “Then let’s at least go to the classroom we’re usually in. I can’t strip in the principal’s office.”
“That room isn’t available on Fridays,” Mrs. Masters shared. “My other option is the auditorium. It’s free for the first half of lunch on Fridays, but I figured my office is a bit more private.”
“And if things run long, we won’t be interrupted by the cast of the musical,” Clementine added, giggling at the thought.
Seth could see their point, although he still wasn’t happy with the situation. He stripped down, facing his tormentors, but cupping his hand over his junk at the same time.
“Alright, take a seat and put your foot on the desk,” Marcy instructed.
Seth did as he was told. With Mrs. Masters seated behind her desk, this gave her an interesting view. The boy sat, one foot on the floor and one on the desk, leg outspread. He cupped his privates with one hand, but his pubic hair still peaked out about his thumb. Part of his ass was on display too, easy to see between his legs and under his protective hand.
“Let me know if anywhere I press is tender,” Marcy offered, and began applying pressure around different areas of his ankle.
Seth knew his foot was healed. It had hurt at the game, and for the evening after, but over twelve hours of rest later, his foot was doing just fine. He didn’t raise any concerns as the girl pressed her fingers into his foot.
There was a soft tap at the door and Mrs. Masters called out to ‘come in’. She did it with such confidence that Seth knew she was expecting someone. He had no chance to grab his clothes, but it didn’t really matter anyway. His younger brother entered the room.
“You wanted to see me, ma’am?” Joseph asked. Despite his shock at seeing Seth naked for the second time in two days, and this time in the principal’s office, he tried his best to act natural.
“Yes Mr. Zinck. I just wanted to make sure that you are taking your role seriously as assigned by the ‘Nurse’s Association of Knowledge, Education and Demonstration’?
“When you say
my role, you mean what exactly?” Joseph asked.
“I mean, have you checked that your brother was not wearing underwear today, and observed him masturbating to completion?”
“Well, no,” Joseph muttered. He was still floored that the principal knew about all this occurring and, to top it off, seemed completely fine with it. “I mean, I tried this morning to get him to jerk… I mean to masturbate… but I don’t think he was comfortable with it.”
Mrs. Masters turned her gaze to the naked boy sitting by her desk. “I don’t care if he is comfortable with it. Your brother is fully aware that by not participating in every requirement of this club, he will be risking his graduation status.”
Mrs. Matthews let the silence hang in the air as Seth looked down at his hand, which was covering a stiffening dick. His penis was growing only because one of Clementine’s hands had nonchalantly rested on his thigh, and she was making little figure eights with her fingernails.
“Have I, or haven’t I been clear that you WILL follow all requirements of this club?” Mrs. Masters asked, still staring at the naked boy.
“Yes,” Seth said, barely audible. A silence again permeated the small office.
“If you would prefer, I can ask another student to observe your masturbatory sessions. I suppose you would be more comfortable with someone from your basketball team?”
“No!” Seth said, more loudly. As embarrassing as it was for his brother to find out about his situation, he didn’t want anyone from the basketball team to know. “I’ll do it in front of Joe. Fine.”
“Okay, perfect then.” Mrs. Masters grinned. “All good there, ladies?”
“Yeah, it seemed to be ligament inflammation from twisting his ankle. Nothing too serious.” Marcy said.
“Alright then,” Mrs. Masters folded her hands. “You may all go enjoy what remains of your lunch period, just as soon as Seth ejaculates.”
“Huh?” Seth said, eyes widening.
Mrs. Masters looked right at the boy. “It is my understanding that you refused your brother’s request before, and also that you must ejaculate at least once per day. Let’s avoid accidentally missing today’s target and get this taken care of for today.”
Seth was absolutely speechless, being expected to jerk off in his principal’s office. Sure, Clementine, Marcy and Joseph had seen him bust just yesterday, but Mrs. Masters never had. And this wasn’t even a Tuesday or a Thursday! Seth was frustrated that this stupid club seemed to be carrying over to other days now.
“Or…” Mrs. Masters started, looking at the clock, “You can continue to delay and run into my next appointment in a few minutes. I told my secretary to send them right in. I hope, for your sake, you are done by then.”
“Screw this,” Seth said under his breath, and began to stroke, already hard from Clementine’s continued fingernail-traced shapes. He wasn’t even close to finished when, as suggested might happen by Mrs. Masters, the door opened once more, and yet another person entered the cramped principal’s office.
“Emmett?” Joseph gasped, embarrassed to be caught in this room by a friend.
“Joe… is that your brother? Fuck.” The ninth-grade boy said, wide-eyed. Then he saw Mrs. Masters and quickly apologized for his foul language. “But what is going on here?”
“Seth has to purge some of his semen so he doesn’t, uh… leak so much.” Clementine said, recognizing the boy from some of her classes.
“Wicked,” Emmett said under his breath, taking in the sight of the naked senior boy.
“Why are you here?” Joseph asked cautiously.
“We had an appointment,” Mrs. Masters interrupted. “I hope you brought the results?”
“Uh… oh, yes, I did!” Emmett said, unzipping his backpack and pulling out a manilla, letter-sized envelope. “Here are the results of the sperm sample sent to the science club on Tuesday.”
Seth couldn’t take it anymore. This random ninth grader and his friends had handled his sperm? He was jerking off in front of a bunch of ninth graders and his principal, completely naked with his foot on the principal’s desk? His dick erupted with pent-up cum, which landed in splashes up his torso, just below his neck, each pump landing a little lower, until finally just a dribble remained, flowing into the boy’s pubes. He breathed heavy, as Mrs. Masters stood up from her seat and offered the boy a box of tissue.
“You have some explaining to do,” Emmett said to Joseph, scrunching up his nose at the sudden unmistakable smell of teenage spunk that filled the room.
“Thank you everyone.” Mrs. Masters smiled. “I’ll keep the girls for just a moment longer so we can review the results of Mr. Zinck’s sperm test. Everyone else is free to go.”
Part 13 - The Cinema 
(I think I just made myself feel ill 
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