Chapter 6
When Dr. Landes found little Ronnie wandering around the halls of the hospital, the little boy was wearing a very cute little red dress.
It wasn't the dress of a woman. Rather it was the dress of a little girl, and that had been the least of the boy's humiliation at the hands of the bitch nurse named Renetta.
"She hurt me," sobbed Ronnie as Dr. Landes found him wandering around the halls.
She hurt my little bottom."
Ronnie was crying in long sobbing wails and Landes, the gay old doctor, put his arm around the little boy to comfort him.
"Did Renetta dress you up like a little girl, too?" asked Dr. Landes.
The boy sobbed and nodded his head. Renetta had placed a little blond wig on his head before setting him free. His little curls rolled as he nodded.
"I don't wanna be a little girl," he said. "She stuck something up my asshole."
Little boys who mention their bottoms to Dr. Landes invariably get a free on-the-spot medical examination. And anyone could guess which spot it's on.
Landes immediately bent over the little boy and pulled his skirt up. Landes discovered that Renetta had stuffed a short leather plug, somewhat in the shape of a penis, up the boy's asshole.
It hurt horribly, and when Dr. Landes pulled it out, the pain was relieved.
"How horrible," said Dr. Landes as he took the boy's hand in his. Yet, Landes, for all his physical examination had never asked the boy who he was, so Landes thought he was Andy, not Ronnie.
Thus the gay old doc spread the word erroneously that Andy had been found. In truth it was Ronnie, but Ronnie soon was able to tell part of what had happened to the two boys.
Upon the false news that Andy had been found, Doris rushed to his private room. Instead of Andy, she found Ronnie.
"You stupid fart," said Doris to Dr. Landes. 'That's not the little boy I love. That must be Ronnie Dexter."
"Yes," sobbed the boy. "I'm Ronnie."
"Gracious," said Dr. Landes, thoroughly confused by now. "All these little boys look so similar to me."
"That's because you only look at their asses and their penises," cursed Doris.
"And what do you look at?" countered the doctor as Rhonda watched him confront Doris.
"I happen to be in love with Andy," Doris countered quite righteously.
"Bullshit," said the doctor. "You should have learned by now never to give your heart to these little boys. Every time you fall for one, their mommy or daddy comes to take them away. Then you're left with a broken heart again over these little fellows.
"You sound so knowledgeable about little boys," intoned Rhonda.
"I speak from experience," said the doctor, batting his eyes to keep them dry. It was indeed true. The doctor had been deeply in love with many youngsters in his life.
There had been Phillip a ten-year-old with golden hair. And Charlie, a sixteen-year-old with a huge phallus. And Kenny, and Lenny and Brucie and Marvin and Stevie and Markie and Chuckie and Neil. All those lovely little boys had broken the good doctor's heart. Life could be so cruel to a man of unusual taste.
Heartbreak was nothing new to the doctor. Just the month previously, his companion of the last year, seventeen-year-old Jimi Tate had broken the old man's heart by suddenly moving out of their apartment and taking up with a rough trade rodeo stunt man who had just blown into town from Houston.
Jimi had been a beautiful young boy of sixteen when the doctor had met him in a bar and offered kindly to keep him in return for an occasional trick.
Yet, in return for his generosity, the doctor had been thanked with an empty bed and a broken heart. So when the good doctor spoke of how little boys break adult hearts, he spoke from deep and painful experience. But then, what normal man hasn't had his heart broken at least once by his homosexual yearnings? After all, all men are homosexual. It's just that most haven't faced the truth and admitted to themselves that they'd like to take a boy lover from time to time. If only grown men would be honest with themselves!
It took some time for Ronnie to calm himself down from the humiliating experiences which he'd suffered at the hands of that bitch nurse.
The boy's girl clothing was removed and Doris spotted a few fresh scratches near the boy's hairless little penis.
"That bitch!" cursed Doris at the sadistic nurse, Renetta. "It lookes like she tried to flay his little balls."
Ronnie was given a seditive and allowed to sleep for a few hours. Doris used the time to the same purpose. She dozed off down in the nurse's quarters. When she woke up she learned exactly what had befallen the boys. Ronnie had told the other nurses exactly the depths of degeneracy which Renetta had descended to.
When Renetta had run off with Andy, she had taken Ronnie too, because she had a strange plan which she'd need two little boys for.
It was when Renetta was leading Andy by the hand out of the teen-age ward that Miss Sharborne first noticed Ronnie.
Ronnie was sitting alone in his hospital bed with his little tunic pulled up just beyond his waist. Renetta was walking by when she noticed Ronnie. Ronnie's back was to her at the time. Yet, she knew exactly what he was doing-playing with himself.
"Hey!" she snapped at the youngster. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
The boy turned to Miss Sharborne quickly and defensively, pulling down his tunic quickly as he turned. "I ... I wasn't doing anything," he protested.
Miss Sharborne's face wrinkled into a cruel scowl. She walked over to the boy's bed on her haughty and impeccably white nursing shoes.
"Liar," she said. "You tell me exactly what you were doing or I'll have you spanked with a hairbrush!"
"Some ... something strange was happening," the boy said in a scared, stammering voice. Miss Sharborne glanced through her mean eyes at the little boy's crotch. She could see a huge erection beneath it. Miss Sharborne wasn't a nurse in the teen-age ward for nothing. She knew when the little fellows were up to a little autoeroticism.
"Exactly what?" she demanded. She let her eyes run from the boy's eyes to his name on the bed chart. "Ronnie Dexter," she thought. 'That has a nice ring."
"Something strange happend to my little, my little...." stammered the boy. Miss Sharborne, like a good nurse, helped the boy out.
She reached forward and her hand slipped under his tunic. She grabbed his erection in her hands and held it firmly. "Something happened to this?" she asked.
The boy was embarrassed. But he nodded that yes indeed, he thought something strange was happening with his little member. Nothing half as strange, though as the things which were about to happen.
"It's as hard as a rock, you impetulant little son of a bitch," cursed Miss Sharborne. "Explain yourself! Explain why is your penis fully erect!"
Ronnie was near tears. He couldn't explain it since this was the first time it had ever happened to him. Ah, the boy had just enjoyed one of the golden moments of his childhood-his first erection! What better day would there ever be for him to learn the facts of life?
"It't ... it's never done that before," he sobbed. "I must be sick. My little ding-ding has never done that before."
What nurse wouldn't be intrigued with such a delightful situation? "Never?" she asked.
"Never," sobbed the boy. "Honest, nunie," he whimpered. "It's never done that before."
Renetta leaned over the boy, pushing her massive breasts very close to his body. "Well," she said. "There's nothing to worry about. But I will have to take you with me for a little exercise."
"Exercise?" he asked.
"Of course," she said. "Once your penis begins to do things like that, there are certain things which you must learn to do with your body."
"Like what?" he asked, his eyes drying up now that the nurse was speaking so kindly to him.
"You must learn how to fuck," she said. "And you must learn about the things adults do for enjoyment with their bodies."
"Gosh," was all he could say. And Miss Sharborne took the lad by the hand and led him away with Andy.
She led her two boys through a maze of tunnels and elevators, making them lose complete track of where in the hospital they were. Then eventually they arrived at a locked door which Miss Sharborne had a key to.
"You don't know how lucky you young fellows are," she said to her two little boyfriends. And indeed they didn't. Nor did they know whether the luck could be considered good or bad.
Miss Sharborne walked through the door first. Then came the boys, a bit scared, but even more curious. They saw a sparsely furnished room with a multitude of mirrors on the wall. On one wall, between two huge mirrors, there was a strange rack, the kind Andy had once seen in a movie about medieval torture practices, practices which are believed to be extinct in our enlightened day and age.
There were a few strands of leather on the bars of the rack, strands which almost looked like they held things in position on the rack. But what would be tied to a rack like that? The little boys had so very much to learn about the unusual taste which some nurses are blessed with.
And on the floor, set strangely in the center of the room so that all the mirrors could focus on it, was a large mattress, big enough for several bodies, be they child or adult .
Miss Sharborne locked the door with a key after the boys had entered. "We wouldn't want to be disturbed, would we?" she said rhetorically to her two young men.
The boys just stared around the room and looked at Miss Sharborne with a complete lack of any comprehension as to what was going on.
"I think it's time to remove our clothing," she said to her young friends. "All three of us!"
"You're getting undressed, too?" asked Ronnie in total surprise and astonishment.
"Of course, my little dear," she said to him. "It's medically necessary for this exercise we must perform. After all, clothes are dirty while the body is quite beautiful."
Renetta watched as the two boys pulled their little blue tunics up and over their heads, revealing their bare little bodies.
And what wonderful little bodies they had! Renetta could only watch and stare in wonder and complete thrill when she saw their two little penises.
The penises of boys that age are warm and rubbery looking. They are firm and resilient and quite, quite, desirable for a woman like Renetta who will never again see her thirtieth birthday. Fucking with little boys is the new modern way for a number of women to keep on the young side. There's really nothing quite equal to it!
Andy's penis she had of course seen before, when she watched it erect and then insert itself into the warm vibrating pussy of nurse Doris, the woman who loved Andy more than any other. At that time Renetta had marveled at how long and supple Andy's member was, despite his early age and his almost complete lack of hair on his penis.
She had noticed in particular the fine pattern of veins on his penis. It was crisscrossed very handsomely with veins of a great variety of colors-different reds and very bold blues, and crowned with that nice brown ring up near the head of his penis. And now Renetta was so close to it. Like any good medical person, she wanted a close examination.
"And how is your penis, Andy?" she asked kindly.
"Very well, thank you," he said. He'd been getting so much sexual action lately that he had learned to be both polite and humble about it. There's nothing more obnoxious than a conceited twelve-year-old boy who owns an enormous wang.
"I'm sure you won't mind if the nurse inspects," said Renetta as she loosened her nurse's uniform and stepped over to the naked boy.
Andy shook his head. Of course he wouldn't mind.
Renetta stepped completely out of her uniform and let it slip to the floor as she approached the boy. She was down to bra, panties and those big white stockings which climbed all the way up her legs to a pot just below the hairy mass of her pussy. She reached forward and took the boy's testicles in her hand.
"My, but you're endowned nicely," she said to Andy. "What a fine set of nuts."
"Thank you, nurse," Andy said.
"My name is Renetta," she said. "And I like little boys like you and Ronnie. I'm going to be your friend. Your dominant friend."
She looked at the boys as she continued to rub Andy's nuts with her hand. She saw a total lack of comprehension remaining on their faces.
"You don't understand, do you?" she asked them. And they both shook their heads. It would be necessary for action to replace words as their teacher.
"Just let things happen," she said. "You listen to the nurse and we'll all have a lot of fun playing with each other instead of with ourselves. That's what life is all about," she explained. "Seeking pleasure from the body of another person."
She continued to rub Andy's balls as the other boy watched carefully. He seemed particularly intrigued with Renetta's breasts and her hand as it fondled the first boy's jewels.
"May I taste your balls?" she said to Andy. Andy nodded. He had already become well aware of how good a grown woman's mouth feels on the penis and nuts.
Renetta moved forward and knelt down before Andy. She told him to lie back on the mattress. He did. He moved back and sat his fair young white ass down on the soft mattress. He looked all around him. All he could see was his reflection in the mirror. And with it, he saw Miss Sharborne make him lie back as she moved her head in slowly above his crotch.
Andy was getting excited, especially with Ronnie watching him. And when a young boy gets excited, what else is there for him to do except erect his penis?
Renetta brought her mouth into his crotch and kissed all around it, nibbling at the boy's balls as she kissed. Then she moved her lips and tongue upwards and Andy was suddenly aware that his penis was fully elongated and Miss Sharborne's tongue was lightly licking the underside of his staff.
How good that felt! Andy looked up and saw Ronnie watching him. It made him feel even better to know that another little boy was seeing him be the object of the amorous attentions of a grown woman. Being watched can be even more fun than watching. It all depends.
"This is what happens when your little dingle erects," Miss Sharborne said to Ronnie. "It's one of many wonderful things which can happen to the inflated penis."
The boy, Ronnie, was silent. But, standing there bare assed beside the loving couple on the mattress, Ronnie could not hide his carnal desire. He was erecting. Yes, indeed! The second erection of his life. And it was to be satisfied!
"Why don't you come join us, young fellow," she said to Ronnie, looking up from Andy's captive penis for an instant.
"You'll have more fun down here on the mattress with us," she added.
Ronnie walked slowly onto the mattress and sat down right beside the prostrate Andy. What a lucky woman Miss Sharborne was with her choice of two erect young penises right before her. All women should be so fortunate in the affiars of the flesh!
"Goodness," she said as she admired the two penises. "I wonder who's bigger."
The two boys glanced at each other's penises to see for themselves who was bigger. It looked pretty even. They both were pretty big.
"I think I should taste Ronnie's penis too," Renetta said. And she gently moved her head downward until her moist lips came to rest on the very tip of Ronnie's big hairless prong.
Then, as Ronnie lay back and began to enjoy his first lesson of love, Renetta flicked her tongue into the little orifice on the tip of Ronnie's instrument. It was moist with the sticky fluid males produce in anticipation of an orgasm. She ticked it out with her tongue and brought it back into her mouth to taste.
She liked it. She liked the flavor of young penis. It was sweeter and less pungent than the sperm and fluids produced by grown men. Little boys are just more desirable. That's all there is to it.
She wet her lips and let them glide slowly down his shaft and she felt Ronnie's fair young body give a slight twitch. He was nervous but was enjoying this strange new exercise most immensely. She was making a young oralist out of him. But if Ronnie liked mouth, he'd love cunt.
Miss Sharborne's cunt was still covered with her white panties. And her white bra and stockings covered the other important parts of her body. And how can a grown woman love her men if her nipples and her cunt are covered.
"Andy," she said to the first boy as she paused over Ronnie's erect and drooling penis. "Would you be a good boy and take my bra off?"
"Yes, nurse," he said. What a good boy he was!
Renetta, as she began to suck on Ronnie's penis, glanced upward to see the many mirrors around her. In each, she saw her body set near the naked boy's crotch. And she saw the darling body of that little boy stretched out before her as Andy rose to assist in the removal of her clothing.
Andy's little hands fumbled with the hooks on the back of her bra. But one by one the little hooks snapped loose and the next thing she knew, Andy had completely unlatched her from that uncomfortable device which the hospital dictated that she must wear.
"Now, Andy, darling," she said as the boy slid the bra forward and she pulled it off her huge breasts, "I want you to feel my nipples from where you're standing."
She tossed away her bra and brought her mouth back down on Ronnie's penis as she waited for Andy to obey her command. At the same time, as her moist mouth descended on Ronnie's prong, she noticed that Ronnie's eyes were fixed on her breasts.
"Do you like them?" she asked Ronnie.
"Uh-huh," he affirmed. He more than like them, he loved them.
"They're quite big, you know," she told her little boyfriend. "I'm a particularly large woman. And I have a cunt which loves both boys and girls! It's a very versatile cunt."
Ronnie didn't understand that much. He didn't know what a cunt was. He'd have to be shown.
Andy leaned over Renetta as she licked and mouthtooled Ronnie's penis. Andy's grasp just barely went around the large nurse, but sure enought, she soon felt Andy's able little hands playing with her nipples.
Andy had instinct like few other twelve-year-olds. He knew just how Miss Sharborne liked her nipples played with. He gripped each of those inch long nipples between his thumb and forefinger and gently played and tweaked them until Miss Sharborne's cunt started to froth with excitement.
"Oh, Andy," she said, discovering what Doris before her had discovered. "What a little devil you are!" Andy smiled.
But as Renetta ran her moist lips around the outside of Ronnie's erect young penis, Andy was giving the good nurse a little treat from behind. Andy, you see, had to hold Miss Sharborne quite firmly in order to wrap his young arms all the way around her body to her nipples, and in holding her so firmly, the youth was forced to press his penis hard into her back. And feeling that erect big prong at her back made the nurse's cunt froth all the more.
"Shit," she thought. "I wish to fuck that he'd stick that stiff up my cunt or my ass. Shit! What a rod on that boy!"
The pressing of hard dick to her back brought Miss Sharborne to the breaking point as it would any woman. She had to have cock. Fortunately, she had her choice of two.
Miss Sharborne could be a mean and punishing bitch. She was of a haughty dominant nature with older men, any man in fact, with hair on his nuts. But for boys, well, she could switch hit with boys. She could let them fuck her or she could wallop the shit out of them with a high pair of leather boots. It all depended on her mood. Yet at this moment she couldn't decide exactly which way she wanted to go.
Instinct told her to dominate. Yet, Ronnie had such a baby fresh penis that it would be an absolute shame not to let him slip it into her wet cunt. After all, getting a boy at his second erection in life was like really getting the best of it at the beginning. The first time is an experience-the second is pleasure.
She looked at Andy.
He was a living doll.
"Andy," she said. "Be a little dear and pull my panties down."
"Yes, nurse," he replied docily.
She let Ronnie's penis slip from her mouth. The boy stared up, not knowing what to expect yet. What he saw was Miss Sharborne standing and allowing Andy to pull her white panties straight down her long legs. And then for the first time ever, young Ronnie saw a bare cunt.
The cunt was massive and coated with thick black hair as many of the other nurses in the hospital had already learned. Renetta liked the other nurses in the hospital to look at and touch her cunt. And many nurses had already had intercourse with Renetta. This is, after all, a big city in the 1970's. Things are pretty swinging and sophisticated.
But to Ronnie, the cunt was a total mystery. He knew he was supposed to do something to it but he didn't know what. Yet his penis was stiff and had a very strange feeling. A feeling as if there were something bottled up inside it-something which had to be someway released. Ronnie wondered if there was any connection between that thick black patch of hair between Miss Sharborne's legs and his aching penis. After all, the two were in exactly the same position of their respective bodies.
Yet the boy was understandably confused. "What do I do now?" Ronnie asked as he lay back with his wang sticking straight up at Miss Sharborne.
"I'm going to teach you how to fuck," she said. "It's something you should know about now that your little dirty-dick is getting hard."
"Oh," said Ronnie. He was quiet and a trifle on the shy side.
Miss Sharborne kept those high white stockings on as she prepared to screw the little boy. The stockings she wore were of a special white silk. She knew men often liked to fuck women who were still wearing their stockings, and the proximity of silk to her cunt excited her immensely. So the stockings remained on.
She stepped forward and brought one leg to each side of Ronnie and prepared to sit slowly down on his needle.
"I want you to watch and observe," said Renetta to Andy. Andy had never watched anyone fuck. He found the prospect quite interesting.
Then slowly, Miss Sharborne sat her massive body down on Ronnie's needle. The boy's penis was immense and quite near orgasm. Who can expect an eleven-year-old to know how to control his penis on the first fuck?
Renetta's cunt was loose and wet, just hankering for Ronnie's young cock. But Ronnie was hideously excited by Miss Sharborne's licking of his wang and the sight of her big, heavy boobs and her hairy black pussy. Ronnie, in short, was too excited.
When she slowly brought her cunt down on his stiff shaft, the boy could hardly contain himself. His hose was ready to unload. After all, one couldn't argue that he'd been waiting eleven hears to come.
Miss Sharborne felt his penis right at the entrance to her vagina. The penis was past the first two lips and quite past all her hair. It was just the time for that wonderful feeling of entry, that feeling of the big hard prick sliding into the milky wet vagina.
She imagined those big veins and that brown ring around it. And she thought how young this little virgin was. He was the youngest virgin boy she'd ever had ... by almost a full year. What a triumph for this bizarre bitch!
But triumph suddenly became fiasco. Ronnie, not knowing how to clench the ass muscles to refrain from orgasm, suddenly let his member have its own way. He orgasmed.
It was a long, hard orgasm and it took Miss Sharborne by surprise. The prick was only maybe an inch into her pussy when she felt it making strange twists and wiggles. Then she felt the hot liquid sort of spurting into the upper regions of her vagina.
"Hold that, you little punch!" she bellowed. "Hold your come! I'm not ready yet!"
But young Ronnie hardly knew what it was all about. His penis was squirting strange liquid and releasing him into a lovely feeling in the genital area. It was the greatest feeling of his life. The first orgasm! Another of the golden and beautiful moments of childhood.
But it was hardly a beautiful moment for Miss Sharborne. Instead of a beautiful fuck with a young boy she had been robbed by the oldest form of female oppression in history-the premature ejaculation. How she was pissed! She lost control of herself!
"You fucking little fart!" she roared. "I'll teach you! I'll teach you!" And she slapped the boy across the face with a brisk slap of her powerful left hand. The boy, Ronnie, who was barely out of his blissful orgasms, took the blow across the face with complete surprise.
It hurt horribly! And he began to cry like the little baby [additional text was missing in the original pocketbook]
She felt like shit.
She glared at him.
"You wrecked it, you little fucker!" she roared. "Now you'll be punished instead! I'll get my satisfaction today if I have to bullwhip it out of you!"
She stood up and towered over the boy. She pushed her hand between her legs and pulled a solid mass of his filthy male crud off the outer lips of her cunt. She was disgusted. He had betrayed her kindness! Now both boys would have to suffer humiliation.
"Impotent, huh?" she nted. "I'll teach you! If you can't fuck, you" get fucked."
She grabbed Andy by the ear and threw him down on the mattress with Ronnie. "I'll show you!" she said. And she stomped to a bureau and grabbed a handful of things, mostly clothes, out of a drawer.
"You!" she snapped, staring at Ronnie. "Put this on!" And she flung a red garment on him. His cock was sticky and his face was smarting through the tears. So he quickly obeyed.
Andy was bewildered by it all. Yet, the sap was flowing so strongly in his young body that he still maintained a firm erection. Especially when he looked at Miss Sharborne as she stood before him with her black pussy and massive breasts highlighted by her insistance on wearing those high white silk stockings.
Not until Ronnie's red garment was completely on did either of the boys realize what it was. It was a cute little red dress, much like the one worn by the little blond girl in those insipid 1930's movies.
"A dress?" cried Ronnie when he realized what he was wearing.
"If you fuck like a little girl, you'll be dressed like a little girl!" insisted Miss Sharborne. And then, pulling apart the objects from the drawer, she flung something else at him: a little blond wig. It hit Ronnie in the face.
"Put it on!" she bellowed at the sobbing boy. "Put it on or you'll get the spanking of your fucking life!"
Again he obeyed. And he looked so darling sitting there on the mattress in his cute little red dress and his curly blond locks. Ronnie was now a darling little girl seated beside that little boy with the massive hard rod.
But she made Andy sit there, with his hands folded, while she applied a little rouge to his fair cheeks, and then she powdered his nose a little.
Andy bowed his head in shame.
But when Andy, still holding his erection, looked back up at Miss Sharborne, he saw that the bitch nurse had put on a few wierd garments of her own.
First she had slipped into a short pair of boots which sported the highest heels Andy had ever seen. Then she had wrapped a tight leather belt around her waist. The leather was black and with a mean sparkle to it. Black patent leather! It was like one of Andy's mommy's pocketbooks.
And around her neck she wore a similar collar. It, too, was a tight harsh garment. It stung and hurt her terribly to wear it. But more importantly, it made her feel mean!
"What strange clothes you're wearing, nursie," said Andy, paraphrasing the nursery rhyme which he'd been told repeatedly a few short years ago.
"Better to discipline you with, my sweet," she snapped back at him harshly. "There's not a male in the world who couldn't be taught to love leather."
Leather to Andy meant cowboy saddles and baseball gloves. But to Miss Sharborne it meant discipline. First," however, her two little sex toys had to be humiliated.
"Fuck him!" she snapped to Andy as she started to laugh uproariously at him. "Ronnie's a little girl!"
Andy was mystified. He didn't quite know how or what she was talking about.
She came down on his cheek with the side of her leather booted, silk stockinged right foot..
He couldn't believe it. ThThe foot was a had found out through cruel knees jabbed fiercely into their balls. [The preceding sentence is exactly as found in the original pocketbook.] The foot sent Andy reeling backwards onto the mattress. And it wiped the silly male grin off his face. Andy realized that he was about to be disciplined for the failures of another of his sex.
"Do you remember what Dr. Landes did to you?" she demanded. Andy thought back to that gay old doctor and the immense penis which he had slid up Andy's tight little back door.
"Yes," said Andy slowly and humbly.
"Well, it's time for you to learn how to fuck other boys!" said the cruel and imperious nurse. "Raise Ronnie's skirt and take off his panties. Right now!"
Andy was losing his erection and his face was getting red. For some strange reason he was getting a bit inhibited about a simple act which occurs millions of times daily among grown men who love each other. Andy didn't want to fuck Ronnie. At least, not there before that cruel and strangely clad nurse and her whole array of mirrors.
"You'll obey or you'll be thrashed, my sweetie," she snapped at him. Miss Sharborne was not shitting around with the youngsters. They would yeild to her humiliation or they would be most severely punished.
"For the final time," ranted Miss Sharborne with a cracking, raging high voice and a brutal stamp of her foot. "Fuck that little girl!" And her forefinger stretched supremely out of a clenched fist and pointed to the sobbing red-dressed Ronnie.
"Fuck him or you'll be tied to that rack and tortured with a lovely long leather whip!"
And Andy shook his head. No, he would not fuck the little boy in the red dress. His erection was gone and he, too, was starting to cry. How childish!
"Then you'll have to be tortured!" she raved in triumph and madness.
Andy's heart leapt into his mouth at the terrifying prospect of being tortured. This nurse was not a kind and good nurse like Doris, but rather a raging virago, a bitch and a persecutor of little boys. Andy was petrified.
Renetta stamped on her haughty clacking heels into a closet where she grabbed a long stick-like object and suddenly turned to return to Andy and Ronnie.
Andy was clever enough to figure out that he either fucked the little boy in the red dress or he got some unspeakable act inflicted upon him. The choice was clear. He'd fuck Ronnie.
As Miss Starborne stalked angrily back to the two boys on the mattress, she saw that Andy was finally preparing to obey. He had crawled on his knees to Ronnie and had forced Ronnie to kneel similarly on his hands and knees.
"You got to," demanded Andy. "You got to let me fuck you."
"I don't want to be fucked," sobbed Ronnie, crying long streams of tears beneath that blond wig.
"You've got to!" repeated Andy, more insistent than ever. Ronnie tried to wiggle away. Andy would have to enter Ronnie's back door with force. It was so amusing to see a little boy anally raping another little boy that Miss Sharborne stopped to watch.
She stood haughtily with that long object in her hands. It was, of course, a firm and smart riding crop of the most stern and brittle leather. It was pitch black, the color of Miss Sharborne's pussy-no mean coincidence! She stood there and watched the boys as she flexed that long cruel crop in her commanding hands.
Ronnie was on his hands and knees, yammering like a little girl in his dress and his blond wig. Yet, a bad boy to be sure, Andy had managed to raise Ronnie's dress from the rear. Ronnie's two little white buttocks were bare and exposed. And Andy, who had learned his lesson well from Dr. Landes, was trying to stick his penis into Ronnie's asshole.
But there were difficulties. Ronnie was squirming like a sixteen-year-old virgin who's scared of dick. Ronnie didn't want to be back door fucked by Andy. Yet, Andy, with a firm grip on Ronnie's hips, realized that Miss Sharborne would have to have her orders fulfilled.
Andy's further difficulty was that he was scared shitless and he was unable to get a full, stiff erection-one hard enough to penetrate the tightness of Ronnie's back door.
Miss Sharborne knew her little male pets. She knew what would excite a sensitive young man like Andy-a smart crack across the bare buttocks with her riding crop. So she stepped forward to give him what he needed most.
Miss Sharborne, watching her image in the countless mirrors as she stood above the two struggling children, reared back with her powerful left hand and gave Andy a solid slap with that blistering riding crop.
Smack!
"Oooeeow!" wailed Andy. His bare little [additional text in this sentence was missing in the original pocketbook] crisp crack of the leather crop on his ass cheeks reminded him that he had a job to do now, so, Andy, with a frim grip on his sensuous pain he tried to get an erection so that he could fuck Ronnie's back door to Miss Sharborne's satisfaction and delight. He concentrated on gelling stiff.
He looked up at her strange face as she gleamed over the tightness of Ronnie's back door.
She was wearing stockings up to her cunt. Slap!, She briskly brought the sweet lash of the crop against his bare fleshy buttocks a second time, marking the buttocks with a second red lash mark. And for a second time, little Andy yelped in the combined pleasure and pain of the leather staff across his ass.
"Fuck!" commanded Miss Sharborne. "Or the further punishment will be far worse!"
Andy's little body was beginning to drip with sweat. He had played with his peter many times in the past few months. Every time he had been able to erect almost instantly upon the very desire to play jack-off. Yet this time his organ was failing him. It wouldn't erect fast enough.
Slap-Crack! Whack!
Andy yelped a long howl for the three new slaps across his bare fanny. Since his flesh was already quite sore and anguished by the first strokes of the crop, these next three strokes hurt even more. And yet, a strange thing began to happen.
Andy, inspired by that massive woman's black pussy and immense bosoms, began to find the pain most exciting. In fact, he found it so exciting that the pain itself was causing him to erect.
"Get it up, or I'll cut it off!" screamed Miss Sharborne. And the cruel one sent a sixth lashing of the crop across the boy's tender young buttocks.
Andy's prick was fully erect now.
She glared at them dominantly.
Andy squirmed and pushed to get into that asshole and he'd evade the torture that this dominant bitch spoke of. He pushed his member into the orifice between Ronnie's two cheeks, and with a firm shove and a seventh slap across the ass, his erection began to slide comfortably into Ronnie's wiggling asshole.
Ronnie gave a little yelp as the penis went in. It hurt. It opened up his tight little boyish rectum brutally. Amazon's
"Back and forth, my little dear!" instructed Miss Sharborne, motioning to Andy with her cruel crop. Andy looked up and straight into her pussy and then farther up at the Amazon's massive breasts. She saw that her nipples were quite erect. Somehow Andy knew that Miss Sharborne was very much enjoying the sight of him fucking Ronnie.
In and out of the asshole drove Andy's firm penis. Ronnie was soon quieted by the wonderful feeling up his ass. And soon he began to wiggle his butt around and drive his ass backward into Andy's prong. Miss Sharborne stood defiantly by and watched her two little male pets copulate with each other under her firm command.
Andy humped the little boy in the red dress as a German shepherd might hump its bitch partner. And, seeing his reflection in all those mirrors and the defiant large features of Miss Sharborne, Andy's little peter could only withstand so much of all that true boy-to-boy loving.
Andy orgasmed hard with hot gushes of come up Ronnie's asshole. Ronnie could feel the hot sperm up his rectum but was still too shaken and frightened to be able to fully appreciate it. Perhaps when he's older he'll have more of an appreciation of such things. After all, it is an acquired taste.
Just when the boy was orgasming, Miss Sharborne gave him, for good measure, a few solid slaps across his big humping bottom. She figured it would rattle the sperm up and help him spurt out more. Plus, it would hurt. And the bitch nurse was suddenly quite angry with little Andy. Renetta wanted to hurt him and hurt him quite severely.
Andy was fully expended after his orgasm. He pulled his dirty, dripping penis out of Ronnie's asshole and lay back on the mattress, breathing as hard as he had ever breathed in his twelve-year life.
And as he lay back, Ronnie slumped forward on the mattress and lay still with a warm glow in his rectum. He had been satisfied with the premature ejaculation he had shot into Miss Sharborne's pussy hair, but the butt-fucking he had just received from the other little boy was certainly a fine dessert. It was the type of thing that Ronnie might want to do again, but without that silly red dress and wig which Miss Sharborne had forced him to dress his otherwise naked little body in.
When Andy had nearly regained his breath, he looked up to discover that Miss Sharborne was standing just above him, one foot on each side of his waist. That meant that he was staring straight up into the folds between her legs. Indeed! He could see the inner folds of the pussy and, from the smell, though he could discern that she had remained quite aroused throughout Andy's screw with the other little boy.
"I remain quite angry with you, Andy," said the cruel and deviant nurse through clenched teeth. "I wish to be satisfied and you've just wasted your erection on another little boy."
"But...." Andy tried to explain.
"No excuses, damn it!" she cursed at him, stamping her harsh foot down on the mattress beside him. He felt how hard that boot hit the mattress beside him. He felt how hard it had hit him earlier. He knew what a mess it would make if it landed on something else, like, say Andy's testicles. She was every bit mean enough to wreck him.
Andy tried to explain. He meekly tried to tell her that it was she who had commanded him to fuck Ronnie. He didn't understand why she was being so obstinant and demanding. He almost began to cry.
"Please, Miss Sharborne," he sobbed, fighting back those childish tears which males never really outgrow.
"Silence!" she demanded. "You are my sexual pet. You will be kept here for me to do with as I see fit. Is that clear?"
And as she asked that question, she raised that fierce riding crop above her head and held it so that it would strike him across his smelly crotch if she felt obliged to land such a sadistic blow.
"Very clear, Miss Sharborne," he sobbed again, withholding those tears again.
"It better be!" she snapped. "For it will cost you your genitalia if you do not obey!"
Andy swallowed hard. He was beginning to get the idea. Ever since puberty he had a fear of castration. There was just some ingrained fear he had of having his balls cut off. And this cruel bitch of a nurse would have access to all the surgical equipment necessary to do it.
"You will have fifteen minutes to obtain another erection," she said casually. "If you fail, Andy," she said in a stern and uncompromising voice, "I will have no alternative but to cut off your testicles as punishment for your naughty behavior."
Andy was white with fear. His poor overworked testicles would never be able to work up another stiff on such short notice.
Miss Sharborne walked to her closet again where she seemed to have a wierd assortment of all sorts of painful little devices.
From the closet she pulled a little leather plug, somewhat in the shape of a cork, but with a sharp end on it. She pulled up Ronnie's skirt and shoved it up his asshole.
"It will keep Andy's gism from escaping from your little brown hole," she said defiantly as Ronnie yelped at the pain of the plug in his ass.
"Now up on your feet," she added, grabbing Ronnie by the ear. "It's time to return you to the ward. You will never mention any of this. Otherwise," her voice trailed off as she glanced at the rack on the wall. "Otherwise, you'll make a dandy little ornament hanging on my rack by your nuts."
Ronnie was still trying to stifle sobs as she led him to the door by his ear. Andy lay still on the mattress as the haughty Amazon hastily pulled her nursing uniform back on over her body. She even removed that leather collar so it wouldn't give away this bizarre penchant of hers.
"You will be locked in here, Andy," she said as she opened the door. "Do not try to escape. And do not harbor any hope that you will be discovered and saved. No one comes in here. No one even knows that this room exists."
And she laughed. Andy could only lie there and sob as the cruel one took Ronnie quietly back to the ward. Andy tried to muster an erection but knew that the task would be futile. It would just be demanding too much from any twelve-year-old boy's penis.
And worse, Andy was certain that she was intent on cutting his balls off when she returned. If she dressed one little boy up as a girl, what would stop her warped mind from making a "more realistic" girl out of another. Particularly since she was angry with Andy already.
Renetta took Ronnie back to the same corridor as his ward was on. Then she released him and told him to return to his bed. As soon as she was out of his sight, he began to cry. The leather stopper was still up his ass and he was still dressed in that humiliating wig and dress. A few minutes later, Dr. Landes found him wandering around the hall and Ronnie eventually told him, Doris and Rhonda all that had happened.
"My poor little Andy," cried Doris. 'That bitch is going to cut his jewels off."
Dr. Landes looked at his watch.
"Correction," Landes said, "by this time she may already have them off."
"My poor little lover," sobbed Doris uncontrollably.
They all assumed that Andy's genitals were as good as chopped off. They had no idea where to even begin to look for either Andy or that cruel bitch of a nurse who had sworn to make a little girl out of him.