Chapter 1
Davey Needs Help

David Taylor sat in the waiting room outside the social worker's office and worried what was going to happen to him and his mum now. He had hoped by telling Mr Worsley, his teacher, about the problems at home that it would help him get out of the trouble he had found himself in. He had always kept things secret before but it had never been this bad and he had got the impression despite only knowing him for a few weeks this teacher liked him and would be understanding and sympathetic, maybe even able to help his mum a bit. He had seemed sorry for the boy and said he was going to help, but David hadn't wanted this sort of help. This was the kind of help he had been trying to avoid for about six years ever since he was old enough to understand where it would lead. Ever since that time he had been put in a home for a couple of weeks when something happened to his mum and she was really ill and was taken into hospital. He didn't know exactly what was wrong with her but he knew it was his fault, well his and his dad's, who had left while he was a baby.

His mum had often told him how the two of them had ruined her health, which was why of course she couldn't work and why they were so poor. Despite that she still loved him, but if he thought it was unfair that he had to look after her then perhaps it would be best for him if he went back to that home where people could look after him. She was sorry she couldn't do all the things that other mothers did, but he was the most precious thing in her life and if he wasn't around, there would be no point in her living any more. So, for the six years since he had got out of that horrible place where he had been scared the whole time and the big kids had hurt him it had been just him and his mum together. 'Against the world' as she often said.

In those six years he had taken on more and more responsibilities and while he often felt sad, he loved his mum and he knew she would die if he wasn't there to look after her. He certainly didn't want to go back to that horrible home; he'd much rather put up with going hungry a lot of the time, having old clothes that the other children laughed at and having virtually no toys. He had his mum and she had him and they loved each other and that was the most important thing wasn't it. He might only be just 12 years old but he was the man of the house and he was responsible for them both.

Unfortunately, recently things had got worse, mum was hardly getting out of bed nowadays. Despite him trying to be really careful with the little money she got, the electricity had been cut off so he had not been able to do the washing properly any more. So, his old clothes got dirty and a bit smelly. He had tried washing them in cold water in the sink but he hadn't managed to really get rid of the dirt or smell. As it was winter it had been difficult to dry them as well. It also meant that as it got dark early, he couldn't see to do his homework, the single candle that lit his and his mum's room wasn't bright enough to read or write by. It was so cold with no heating that all he could do was snuggle in the bed as they listened to the transistor radio. He just hoped the battery would last because he wasn't sure they could afford another one.

With all that going on, it was not surprising that he had got into trouble with school. Failing to do his homework, turning up in a dirty, smelly uniform, same with his games kit. His mum had bad days when he didn't dare leave her so it became easier to just stay at home rather than go and face his tormentors at school. Then the letter came for his mum from the truant officer threatening dire action if he didn't attend school. So, he had returned and when Mr Worsley had told him to stay after class and asked him what was going on it had all just spilled out. Mr Worsley had been one of the few teachers at the school that hadn't been rude to him about his clothes or ignored it when the other kids bullied him. But telling him had made things much, much worse, instead of making them better.

Although he had been allowed to go home that day it was on the understanding that Mr Worsley was going to talk to a social worker he knew to see what could be done. Although he had begged him not to, explaining his mum needed him, even sharing his fear of being taken away and put back in that home, Mr Worsley had insisted that he came to school the next day even though it was a Saturday. David knew there were rugby matches on Saturdays but otherwise no one went to school on a Saturday but it was made clear if he failed to turn up the consequences would be serious.

Taking his teacher's advice to make sure he looked his best he had forced himself to have a thorough wash in cold water and then had got into his school uniform, as it was the best thing he had to wear. After making his mum a sandwich and giving her a kiss, he left her in bed. She hadn't asked why he was wearing his uniform on a Saturday. He wasn't sure if it was because she didn't realise it was Saturday or that going to school on a Saturday was unusual or whether she hadn't noticed what he was wearing. He turned up at 10am which was the time he had been told to be there and despite his further pleas Mr Worsley insisted he get into his car and came with him to see the social worker he had talked to yesterday.

As they drove, he explained to David that the situation was indeed serious but if he did as he was told, was honest with Mr Carter then perhaps they could sort something out that wouldn't need him to leave his mother and go into the home. He might have to agree to do some things he might not like but it would be that or being taken away. He made it very clear that the decision was up to Mr Carter so he needed to not anger him. He said Mr Carter didn't like boys who argued or didn't do what they were told but for good boys he was prepared to bend the rules a bit. He also confided to David that he had put in a good word for him, that he had told Mr Carter that David was generally a decent boy despite the trouble he had got himself into and that he was prepared to help. David felt very grateful to Mr Worsley for saying those things but he didn't really hold out much hope that Mr Carter wouldn't whisk him away and then he would never see his mum again. Tears welled up in his eyes as they pulled into a small office with a single car in its car park.

They got out of the car and as he rang the bell Mr Worsley explained that normally the office wasn't open on a Saturday but Mr Carter had considered the situation so serious, he had not been willing to leave it to next week. While David thought that sounded bad for him, the teacher said it just showed how committed Mr Carter was to helping boys. Leaving David in the waiting room he had knocked and gone into the social worker's office. That had been over twenty minutes ago as David kept glancing at the second hand going round and round the big wooden clock on the wall. He wondered what was happening but hoped Mr Worsley was trying to persuade the social worker to let David stay with his mother but he didn't feel very optimistic. However, he was determined to follow Mr Worsley's advice and do as he was told and show the man who as far as he was concerned literally held the power of life and death of his mother in his hands, that he was a good boy.

Another ten minutes passed before Mr Worsley came out of the office accompanied by another man who was almost as tall as Mr Worsley but much, much fatter. The man smiled at David and invited him into his room. He sat back behind his desk and Mr Worsley sat in the only other chair in the room leaving David standing.

"Come stand in front of me so I can get a proper look at you," said Mr Carter. "Well, you have managed to get yourself into a right pickle haven't you. I have to be honest if it wasn't for your teacher, I would have already had you in a home. We can't have boys deciding when they will attend school or turning up dirty and smelly."

David blushed at the idea that Mr Worsley had noticed and told him about him being smelly.

He started to explain that it wasn't his fault but was cut off.

"Mr Worsley told me you knew you had done wrong by missing school and you were going to turn over a new leaf, if that is not true then we can leave now for your new home."

David immediately backed down and said he was sorry and it definitely wouldn't happen again.

The social worker said that he was prepared to give the boy a chance but he needed to appreciate what thin ice he was on. If he wasn't totally honest with him or tried to not take responsibility that would be it. When David promised he understood, the man got out a folder and started to ask the boy a lot of questions about his life, noting down what David said. Some of it was things he had told Mr Worsley but the man went into much greater detail, demanding to know all the ins and outs of his life with his mother. David felt he was being stripped bare, that all the things he had tried to keep hidden from the rest of the world were now being exposed to this man and his teacher. He stood there moving awkwardly from foot to foot, umming and aahing at times, embarrassed to admit the truth of his life but the man didn't let him hold anything back.

By the end, after nearly two hours, the man had the full story and David was exhausted and had been in tears for much of it. Neither man had done anything to comfort him, the questioning had been relentless and David thought he had never felt so ashamed before and he had experienced a lot of shame in his life. He was sure the man was going take him away but he had been unable to cover anything up.

The man looked at Mr Worsley and then said to David, "Well it is as I thought, a very serious situation. Really, I should take you to the home right now but I realise you want to stay with your mother even if you have been rather letting her down recently. If I am going to take a risk with you, I will need to be confident that you are being properly supervised and you promise not to have any secrets from me and anyone else who I ask to assist me."

David immediately started to babble assurances of perfect behaviour and honesty.

Mr Carter held his hand up to stop the boy. "I am a firm believer that actions speak much louder than words and they are what I will judge you on, so make sure your deeds prove to me what you have just said.

"Right, well there are three more things that will need to happen before I can agree to you remaining with your mother. Firstly, I will need to go and speak to her to check whether she is willing to have you still living there, despite you getting her into trouble by bunking of school. I will also see whether there is anything she needs that I can arrange to make her life better. Would you like that?"

David nodded but he wasn't sure if it was a good idea that Mr Carter met his mum. While he had no doubt that she would want him to stay, what if Mr Carter decided she was too ill to leave him with her, perhaps she would have to go into a home as well. Despite his reservations, he knew he had no say in the matter so stuck with his resolution to agree with the man and show he was a good boy. Perhaps the man really could arrange something to help her.

"Secondly, I will need you to have a full medical to reassure me that despite the way you have been neglecting yourself that you are healthy and fit enough to stay. If you are in agreement then I will arrange it. It can take place while I go and speak to your mother. Your teacher has kindly agreed to drive you there and stay with you while it happens. Do you agree?"

David nodded again. He felt fine apart from being hungry so couldn't imagine the doctor would find anything wrong. He thought it was a waste of time but if that was what he needed to do to remain with his mum then so be it. He hadn't been to a doctor before as far as he could remember although one had come to his primary school a couple of times and seen him along with the other children. There had been nothing to it and the man had been friendly and seemed nice, so he wasn't worried about seeing him again.

"What do you have to say to Mr Worsley then," asked Mr Carter.

David was confused he had been thinking about the school medical and how he had had to strip down to his undies and they had had holes in them but the doctor hadn't said anything. He didn't know what the social worker meant.

"I hope you aren't one of those selfish little brats who think everyone should run around after them. If someone I knew had given up their time off after a hard week at work to help me, I would be really grateful and be thanking them every opportunity I got. I would certainly not be just accepting it as if it was my right, like I thought I was a prince that was entitled to have everyone waiting on me hand and foot."

David blushed when he realised what the social worker meant. He was normally a very polite boy who did show appreciation whenever anyone did something nice for him, although it didn't happen very often. It was just he had found the whole situation so overwhelming and the lengthy interrogation had left his brain scrambled. He hurriedly turned to thank his teacher telling him how grateful he was for all he had done.

The man told him it was alright, he just hoped David wouldn't let him down and make him regret doing it. He then prompted the boy that he wasn't the only one who was giving up his Saturday to help him. David quickly turned to the social worker and thanked him as well.

"Well, I hope you won't need to be reminded to thank people in future. I think ungrateful brats are best placed in a home so they can be taught manners if they don't have them already. Now when we were talking about you going to school dirty, you admitted you did not always wash properly in the mornings because you didn't like the cold water, but you had a proper wash this morning. Is that correct?"

David nodded making a mental note to make sure he thanked the men for anything they did for him.

"Well, this will be my first chance to test your honesty. Take your jumper, tie and shirt off and take them over to Mr Worsley and ask him if he will look after them for you while I see if you were lying to me."

David was stunned for a moment. What did the man mean, how would taking his jumper, tie, and shirt off help? He was still thinking about it when he heard a cross sounding, "Well?"

With a start he pulled his jumper over his head not wanting to make the man angry. He could feel his face blushing as he was not used to the idea of taking his clothes off in front of another person, particularly not a stranger. Even though he shared a room with his mother he was always careful to go to the bathroom to change his clothes at night and in the morning. It was another thing he had hated about his new school, having to change into his games kit and had always tried to find a space away from others and changed as fast as he could exposing as little of his body as possible. He was not alone in trying to avoid the new experience of having to shower afterwards, but a couple of times he had been caught by the PE master and forced to strip and get under the water. Of course, he had not had a towel with him and ended up drying himself off on his inadequate shorts and top because none of the other kids would contemplate lending him their damp towel after they had finished drying themselves.

He pulled the jumper off and walked over to Mr Worsley and held the jumper out towards him but the man just sat there making no effort to take it. David wasn't sure what was going on until it registered what Mr Carter had said.

"Sir, would you look after my clothes for me, please?" he requested politely.

"Certainly Taylor, remember manners at all times," responded Mr Worsley.

"Yes sir, sorry sir," David apologised as he removed his tie and handed it over to his teacher who took it without hesitation this time.

He then started to unbutton his shirt. He was aware that it had a couple of buttons missing and he was glad the school allowed boys to wear grey shirts because he knew if it had been a white one it would have looked even worse than this faded, too small one did. His fingers stumbled over the bottom two buttons. He felt more nervous about taking this item off than the other two as it would leave his upper body totally exposed. He knew he was skinny and remembered the remarks some of the other boys had made about what he looked like when he had been on the skin side for some of the games at school. He unbuttoned his sleeves, pulled it out of his trousers and handed it over to Mr Worsley, and then made his way back to the fat man sitting behind the desk. As he walked back to where he had been standing, unconsciously he hunched over, crossing his arms across his chest.

Mr Carter signalled for him to come round to his side of the desk and as the boy reached him, he pulled him in close, pushing his head down into his large belly and started running his fingers through the boy's hair and examining his neck. The boy's immediate reaction was to struggle but the man, despite his flab, was strong and David quickly came to his senses and realised fighting against the man was not going to help his cause.

As the man felt the boy relax, he ran his hands over the boy's back and then told him to stand and lift his arms up. The boy took a step back and did as instructed, but the man hooked a finger into the waistband of the tight school trousers and pulled the boy close. The look on his face gave the boy a clear message that he would not appreciate any further struggles so the boy allowed himself to be dragged up against the man and just stood there while the man ran his hands over the white chest and stomach."

"Mr Worsley, in your experience of teaching boys, where would you say are the main areas of the body that are inclined to get smelly if a boy doesn't wash properly?"

"Oh, definitely their armpits, feet and in their groin and backside are the main sites."

"So, if this boy was telling the truth about washing thoroughly then I shouldn't get any unpleasant odour from his armpits?"

"No, he won't have done any exercise since then, I don't think, although I suppose he might have been a bit nervous this morning."

"So, boy have you done any exercise this morning after washing yourself thoroughly?"

"No sir, not really. Although I did run the last bit to school so I wasn't late," David tried to cover himself in case there was any smell. He had tried to make sure he was really clean but it was hard to be sure washing in the bathroom sink. He regretted now he hadn't been able to pluck up the courage to have a cold bath or even use the hand-held shower attachment that fitted on the taps of the bath. He hoped his decision to settle for a strip wash was not going to cause him more trouble, but the bathroom had been really cold and he had shivered badly as he had tried to lather up with the old bits of soap, which were all there was to wash with. He certainly hadn't made the same mistake he had made at primary school and used any of his mum's toiletries. He had ended up going to school smelling of lavender, which had attracted much ridicule.

As he stood there with his arms up in the air, the man leant his nose in one of the boy's armpits and sniffed deeply, he moved his head and for a moment it felt to David like he had licked it and its few straggly hairs, but of course David knew that was stupid. No one licked someone else's armpit. However, when the man turned him around and sniffed the other armpit, it felt the same.

"Okay take your shoes and socks off and ask Mr Worsley if he will look after them for you."

David knelt down and untied his shoes. They were old and squeezed his feet but there had not been any around his size in the charity shops he could afford, despite him having been looking for several months. They let in water and he knew they had felt damp for weeks and he just hoped they hadn't contaminated his socks and via them his feet. After pulling his socks off, he stuffed them into his shoes and walked barefoot over the lino to his teacher, not forgetting to ask if he would look after these as well.

When he was relieved of them, he made his way back across the cold flooring to behind the desk where he was required to raise each foot in turn which was examined closely including being sniffed. He was worried when he saw the man screw up his face, but as he didn't comment David hoped he had passed the test.

"Right trousers off and over to Mr Worsley with them, chop chop, time is flying and we don't have time to waste," was the next startling command David heard.

He hesitated not believing that the man could really want him to take his trousers off here in his office. Surely that couldn't be right. Perhaps he had misheard, he thought, but he knew he hadn't.

As he stood there frozen with indecision, he heard the fat man say, "Well Mr Worsley it seems you were wrong about this boy being a good obedient boy who would do as he was told. It seems we have both been wasting our time. If he can't even follow such a simple instruction then I think the home will be the best place for him."

Those words seemed to release David from his frozen state and he hurriedly undid the cheap plastic belt and clasp on his trousers and pulled them down and off and rushed once more over to Mr Worsley, politely requesting if he would take care of them for him. He nervously returned to the desk hoping he hadn't blown his chances by his delay, determined not to fail again. As he got close the man poked a stubby fat finger into the waistband of the boy's boxer shorts and pulled him towards him. David followed rapidly as he was alarmed at the way the waistband had stretched forward opening a gap between the pants and his body. He clamped his hands to his groin and almost crashed into the man trying to ensure that part of his body was not exposed.

The boxers were the newest clothes he had. He had been really delighted when he discovered them in a charity shop and found he could afford them. The denigration of boys who wore briefs rather than boxers had been another source of shame amongst the boys in his year. It was nearly as bad as for the three boys who wore shorts rather than long trousers, but of course the shorts boys also wore briefs. He was not alone in this failing, but had been delighted to escape after only a week when he had found the boxers even though they were cheap and certainly didn't bear any designer name like the richer kids wore. They were his only pair so they had been worn nearly constantly every day he went to school since finding them, being rinsed out at weekends or overnight when David thought they needed it. Luckily, he had worn long trousers at his primary school and although they were tight and his ankles now showed, they didn't attract as much attention to him as shorts did to their unfortunate wearers.

"Hands up!" barked the man and David reluctantly released the cloth and raised his hands.

The man again leant in and sniffed and then turned the boy so he was facing away and sniffed again. David couldn't believe a man was sniffing his bottom, he could feel the man's nose pressing into his crack. While he was still getting over the shock of that, suddenly he felt his boxers being pulled down and before he could react, they were at his ankles. As he reached down to try and pull them up again the man was lifting one foot and then the other removing them completely.

David's head was spinning he couldn't believe what had just happened, he was now standing in this office naked in front of one of his teachers and this overweight man who he had met for the first time a couple of hours ago. He spun round to try and recapture his underwear, but became aware he was now showing this stranger his willy. As he saw the angry look on the man's face, he faltered not knowing what to do. His hands slumped to his groin clasping his genitals in one hand with the other on top as some form of additional protection. The man inwardly smiled as he saw the boy concede defeat but his face remained stern and frightening to the boy. After what seemed an age to the boy, who just stood there not knowing what to do, the man looked down at the boy's hand-shielded-groin and raised his eyes back up to the top of the boy's head. The boy understood what the signal meant and felt his hands releasing his balls and slowly rising up. It was almost as if they were acting on their own volition under the control of the man as he had made no conscious decision to do it, but here he was standing with his hands on his head fully exposed to this man who had the power to save or ruin his and his mother's life.

Finally, the man spoke but not to the boy. "Mr Worsley I would value your opinion. I am getting a distinct odour from this boy which if as he claimed he had a thorough wash this morning means either there is something seriously wrong with him or his idea of a thorough wash is very different to mine. If it is the first, the doctor will know what to do, but if it is the second then that is something he will learn in the home. However, you have a lot more contact with boys his age so perhaps you could give me your opinion."

Only now did the man address David. "Keep your hands on your head and go and ask Mr Worsley if he thinks you smell and what he thinks of the standard of your wash this morning."

Once again David found himself making the same walk from behind the desk across the office to where his teacher was sitting in a comfortable chair. Somehow this time the journey seemed much longer and he felt so aware of his willy and balls leading the way while his hands stayed firmly on his head, exposing him fully to the appraisal of the man he had confided in. He was desperately hoping that the man could help somehow as it sounded like the fat social worker had made his mind up. The boy was sure there was nothing medically wrong with him and cursed himself again for taking the easy way out this morning by not forcing his body into that cold bath. He berated himself silently for being a softy and that it was going to be all his own fault if he was sent to a home and his mum died. He wasn't sure if he really believed in God any longer but he uttered a silent prayer just in case for once there was someone listening who was willing to grant his wish. At the same time, he was thinking hard how he could frame the question he had to ask to persuade Mr Worsley that he should speak up for him again.

"Please sir, will you see if you think I smell, sir? I did have a wash this morning but I didn't have a bath so perhaps I wasn't really thorough. I'm sorry sir, I know you told me to make a real effort, please ask Mr Carter to give me another chance and I will do better, I promise never to not wash properly again. I don't need to go to a home to learn, I can do it sir. Please sir." David was almost babbling by the time he reached the end of his heartfelt and forlorn pleas.

The two men heard the desperation in his voice and their eyes met and exchanged a look of satisfaction and agreement.

"Come closer Taylor, you surely don't expect me to get up, do you?" was the initial response.

"Oh no sir, sorry sir," the boy apologised, pushing himself against the man who spread his legs allowing the boy to stand against the chair. The man shifted forward so he was inches away from the boy's shrivelled genitals. He could clearly see the few wispy hairs above them that signified the boy was entering puberty even if the size of his cock and balls at this moment didn't really support that.

After a few minutes of contemplation of the boy's developmental stage he leisurely reached out a hand and placing it on his pupil's bare back pressed so the boy bent forward. He mimicked the social worker's actions and sniffed both armpits and ran his hand over them sniffing his hand. This was followed by getting David to raise one foot at a time which he carefully examined by both touch and for smell. Finally, as the boy had been fearing and the man had been looking forward to, there was an even more thorough and close examination of both the front and back of the boy's middle. The man sat back to give his judgement only after making the boy bend over facing away from him with his legs wide apart and sniffed several times in the boy's now separated cheeks and rubbing his hands over those cheeks and between them as well as delving between the legs coming up against the tight little sac that held those delicate little orbs that the man knew only too well could be so easily hurt.

"Well, Mr Carter. I understand what you said. You are quite right, there is a bit of an odour about the boy and I have to say I am disappointed that he failed to make a better effort to turn up in pristine condition as I had advised him to."

David heard the words and felt terrible, not only did it seem that by his cowardice he had destroyed his life but his favourite teacher thought he smelt.

"However," he heard his teacher continue, "I do think there are some mitigating circumstances to take into consideration. Having had his clothing by me for some time I am aware they are not as clean as they could be. As Taylor explained, unfortunately the electricity has been cut off in his home for some time now and he has found it hard to wash his clothes properly. I do think some of the smell may actually have come from the clothes onto the boy rather than vice versa. Secondly, I do think the boy has been very nervous about this meeting and as you know anxiety can cause perspiration which is one of the causes of unpleasant odours. Thirdly, while as I say it is disappointing that he failed to wash better, he has at least admitted it, which shows an awareness about what is needed in this area. So, subject to the doctor not finding some medical problem, I think perhaps you should be prepared to give him another chance as long as he promises to make more of an effort in future."

David felt ridiculously grateful to his teacher for arguing for another chance for him. He felt like hugging him although his state of undress and the fact that he was a teacher meant he didn't try to. Instead, he stood there still bent over, bottom thrust towards the man he hoped would turn out to be his saviour. He was hardly daring to breathe but did raise his head to look at the man who he had been told had the final say.

"Well, you make some interesting points, Mr Worsley, but I have to say you seem to have more faith in this boy than I have seen any reason to feel is justified. You have both admitted that he has let you down by failing to follow your advice, being too lazy or uncaring to wash thoroughly this morning, even though he initially claimed he had. I could only consider following your suggestion, if I was confident that you would monitor closely his cleanliness in future. And I mean you would need to do frequent and thorough checks as I have done today as clearly, he has shown you will not be able to rely on his words.

"Well, if it means you would be prepared to give him another chance and Taylor wants me to then I am prepared to do them. However, I am a busy man so I will expect him to strip for examination whenever and wherever I tell him without arguing or discussion."

"So, David would you like Mr Worsley to monitor your hygiene for me in future and will you co-operate fully and immediately whenever he wishes to carry out a check?"

David immediately nodded and was about to stand up and turn to ask Mr Worsley to do it, but felt the man's hands holding him in his bent over position, so turned his head to look back at him. "Oh yes, please sir, will you check me, sir, to make sure I am washing properly? I will do it when you say sir, without arguing, sir. I am sorry about letting you down, sir, this morning and sorry for being smelly. I will do better, sir, I promise."

At that time, he would have agreed to strip in class if that was what the teacher required but he knew that wouldn't happen, his teacher would never ask him to do that. He switched his attention back to the man behind the desk who was speaking again.

"Well, against my better judgement and only because I respect you, Mr Worsley, and trust you to make sure whenever I see this dirty boy in future that he will be so clean that I could eat my dinner off him. David, I will also be checking in future so don't let your teacher down again. Right, I suppose the next thing to do is for me to go and see your mother and you to take him to see the doctor. I will meet you there and I will make my final decision. Okay David, come here and we will get you dressed."

David felt the hands that had been resting at the top of his buttocks be taken away and he stood up and walked back to the man behind his desk. Although still worried about the visit to his mother he felt more hopeful and very grateful to Mr Worsley. It would be an exaggeration to say he skipped across the floor but he felt much lighter even when the man held the boxers out in front of his very large belly clearly expecting David to step into them rather than handing them over. The boy raised his right foot up high and tried to direct it inside the flimsy material, but as his foot went in, he staggered and toppled forward putting his hands down to save himself. He felt them sink into the plentiful flesh of the man who took one hand off the boxers to grasp the boy round the buttocks to steady him. Once the boy was stable, the boxers were stretched again and he brought his left foot up and pushed his left leg into them joining the right, and they were slid up his legs by the man who even helped the boy's balls and testicles to get past the elastic waistband, which had been pulled hard against the front of his legs. When he was satisfied that everything was fitted in properly and the underwear was correctly positioned, which seemed to need quite a bit of adjustment to achieve, he was sent back to Mr Worsley who handed him the rest of his clothes and he got dressed.

They all walked down to the car park with Mr Worsley and David getting in the teacher's car while Mr Carter got into the other car that had been parked there when they arrived. With a final word between the adults, the cars pulled out of the car park and went their separate journeys.

Chapter 2
Davey's Health Is Checked

Ten minutes later Mr Worsley drove through one of a pair of large stone gateways onto a wide circular gravel drive, which was larger than the playground and parking area at his school. The car stopped by the imposing front door of, in David's eyes, an enormous and old house. Five stone steps led up to the studded oak door. David nervously followed Mr Worsley up the steps and waited while the teacher pulled a handle attached to a long chain. From within the building, they heard the clanging of a bell. After a couple of minutes, a young woman opened the door and invited them in. She invited Mr Worsley to go down to the doctor's surgery where the doctor was waiting for him and she would get the young man ready for his examination. David felt nervous as his teacher walked away from him down the long wide corridor leaving him with this uniformed female.

"Come along David," she said, "we mustn't keep the doctor waiting. He doesn't usually see children on a Saturday. In here!"

She opened the door on their right and steered him into a medium-sized-room. David looked around as he was ushered into what seemed to be an office with some unusual items in it. While he was trying to take it in, the nurse went and sat her desk and picked up a clipboard with a form on it.

"Right take your clothes off while I get your details. What is your full name?"

"Um, David Taylor," the boy said blushing at the thought of taking his clothes off again so soon since the last time and this time in front of a woman. He wasn't actually sure that this was worse than in front of his teacher and the social worker as he sort of knew that people did sometimes have to take their clothes off when they saw a doctor. He remembered at school, he had had to take his top off so the man could listen to his chest and back with that cold metal thing. He was still trying to get over the trauma of having been stripped less than an hour ago and he wasn't keen on it happening again.

The woman sharply told him to get a move on as she queried him whether that was his full name and what his address and date of birth were. David answered her as he reluctantly removed his jumper, tie, and shirt for the second time that day and put them on the cabinet at the side of him. She was going through a long list of childhood illnesses asking him if he had had them but as soon as the shirt came off, she demanded he removed his shoes and socks before continuing with the list. David didn't think he had had most of them, but of course he wasn't sure as he could have forgotten or not been old enough to know. He knew he hadn't had any illnesses in the last few years but he felt unsettled and worried about giving the wrong answer as well as having to remove his shoes and socks. After neatly tucking the socks into his shoes and putting them by the cabinet he stood up.

The nurse looked up at him when she had finished the list and just said, "Trousers too!" She stared at him sternly until he reluctantly started to undo his belt and unfasten his trousers. She returned to the form asking for his family details and he explained there was just his mother and him. The final question was about his doctor so David told her about the school doctor who was the only one he had seen. He did have a vague memory of seeing someone who perhaps was a doctor when he was in the home, but the whole experience had been so distressing it was now just a painful blur. As he slid his trousers down his legs and folded them up, he hoped even more fervently that he would not be travelling back there later that day. He gave himself another stern warning to do everything he was told and not to do anything to make that happening more likely.

The nurse got up from her desk and walked over to him with her clipboard in one hand and took hold of him with the other and led him over to the scales and measured his height and weight. Then, using a tape measure, she measured his head, neck, and waist before using the Brannock to get his shoe size. David remembered it from when he had got a pair of shoes from the shoe shop to go to his primary school. Since then, the only shoes he had got were second hand ones from the charity shops.

After noting down all the measurements on her form, she opened one of the cupboards and pulled out a child's patient gown. "Undies off!" she ordered sharply.

The boy jumped but following his commitment he reluctantly and slowly pulled them down turning away from the nurse to try and preserve a little modesty. His hands took up their now familiar position of trying to shield his willy and balls. The nurse smiled at the boy's modesty and ordered him to go and put them with his other clothes. She was amused as the boy walked over to his clothes holding his pants in his hands which remained firmly attached to his privates. He reluctantly removed one to place the boxers on top of his trousers and quickly clasped it back on top of the other one and its precious but embarrassing content. As he sidled back to her, she made no effort to avert her gaze just held out the folded-up gown towards him.

David was in a quandary, while he realised this strange object was some form of clothing, he hated the idea of having to show this woman his bits. He held out his top hand to take it and then turned away as he removed his other hand while he opened up the paper-like garment. He quickly pulled it over his head happy that he was to be covered again. It was only as it settled on him, he realised that it was open at the back with just a single button at the very wide neck which settled almost at the extreme edge of his shoulders. He realised he could easily shrug them and the garment would slide down his body. Despite it being much wider than he needed he felt it was also much shorter than he would have chosen. In fact, the hem of the garment was flapping against the bottom of his cheeks and against his scrotum and the tip of his willy which was resting against them.

"Come along boy," the nurse said, taking hold of one of his hands and led him down the stone flagged hall which felt cold to his feet. He felt the gown swirl as they hurried along until the nurse opened the door next to the one Mr Worsley had gone through. "Stand there and don't touch anything," the woman ordered as she closed the door, leaving the boy alone to survey his new surroundings.

If the boy had any conscious experience of doctors' examination rooms, he would have seen most of the standard things in such rooms; an examination couch, stirrups, a big lamp, chairs. As it was, the boy just looked around him, scared, cold and embarrassed. One hand crept behind him to pull the two sides of the gown together while the other pulled down to try and make it longer. He quickly stopped pulling down as he felt it slipping over his shoulders and grabbed at the neck to stop it sliding down his body. He looked over at the single large window in the room which looked out onto what he guessed must be the back garden of this enormous house. Not that this garden looked like his or any of those he saw around his home. It had a terraced area with a well-cared for lawn surrounded by flower beds leading down to hedges and an orchard. There was no sign of another property as far as David could see, and as far as he could remember, he didn't think he had ever been in such a posh property. He wished the window was not wide open as the wintery wind was rustling his gown and giving him goosebumps, unless they were due to his fear.

Next, he caught his reflection in an enormous mirror. It took up most of the wall between this room and the one he had heard the nurse say the doctor was in. It stretched from the ceiling to the floor. David blushed as he saw what he looked like in the gown and crouched a little to lower the hem so his bottom wasn't showing. Again, David found himself waiting for another man who he had not met before who was going to have a say in what happened to him. So, he stood there, hands clasping his gown shut behind him and shivered, not daring to move away from the open window because that was where the nurse had told him to stand. He noticed a clock on the wall and resumed his morning's activity of watching a second hand go round, ticking away the seconds until he would know his fate. This time it was only ten minutes before Mr Worsley and another man joined him, but the wait had seemed much worse. Not only had he had to stand, but he felt and saw he was virtually naked and he was freezing.

The first thing the man did was walk over to the window and shut it. "Ah sorry, Worsley, old man, had to get rid of a bit of a pong from a previous patient, hope you are not too chilly. Have a seat."

He picked up the form the nurse had left on his desk and read it, "So, this is the young man in question that Carter wants me to check out. David Ian Robert Taylor, aged twelve years and two months. Height 5 foot 3 inches [160cm], weight 6 stone 4 pound [40kg]. Right boy, stand up straight, don't slouch."

With this the doctor started to do the standard checks on the boy, looking thoroughly in his ears, eyes, and mouth. Then he listened to his chest, front and back, pulling the neck down to get to the front but spreading the gown at the back. David was aware that the man, and Mr Worsley, because of where he was sitting, could see his bare bottom. He tried to tell himself it didn't matter as doctors saw lots of bottoms and Mr Worsley had seen his earlier but he couldn't really convince himself and his face blushed more. The man made him stretch his arms and tested their mobility.

Next, David sat on the examination bed as directed, pulling the gown down towards his knees like a demure spinster. He felt the opening spread behind him and the cold of the leather couch on his bare bottom kept how nearly naked he was in the front of his thoughts. When the doctor made him cross his legs over each other to test his reflexes, the gown rose again but he pushed his hands down over his groin trapping the gown to provide some cover, which he tried to retain when the doctor moved his legs around stretching them and testing their flexibility. The doctor minutely examined both feet, making the boy close his eyes and tell him when he felt the doctor touch the sole in different spots.

The doctor picked up the form and sat at his desk making a few notes but he seemed to be waiting for something. There was silence in the surgery, each occupant alone with their thoughts, but the boy's were much more anxious than the adults'. There was a knock at the door and on the doctor's invitation the nurse came in and told him that Mr Carter had phoned and said it was fine to go ahead and that he would see them shortly.

David thought it must be the social worker who had gone to see his mother, although of course it could be another Mr Carter. But, assuming it was THE Mr Carter, what did the message mean; was 'fine to go ahead' a good or bad thing for him.

The doctor thanked the nurse who went out shutting the door behind her.

"Well Worsley, let's see whether this boy is fit enough to stay at home or go to that home Carter thinks will be best for him. Are you ready to demonstrate those skills you learnt at college?"

"Certainly doctor, always happy to help and I know it would mean a lot to Taylor here to be able to remain with his mother, even though he hasn't been helping himself with that lately."

As David listened to the two men talk about him, he wasn't really clear about what they were saying, but he understood that this next part was important for his and his mother's future and he had to show he was fit enough to stay. He didn't know how or what his geography teacher had learnt at college would do to help it but he knew Mr Worsley was on his side and he was determined to do anything to prove he was fit.

"Right let's get the baseline score to work from," the doctor said as he fixed a blood pressure machine around David's arm and pumped it up. The boy felt alarmed as his arm was squeezed. He didn't know what this thing was or what it was doing, but he didn't dare ask and the doctor hadn't said anything more than not to slouch to him, since he came into the room, addressing all his remarks to the teacher. The pressure pad was released and the man took the boy's wrist and checked his pulse. Dropping the wrist, he went and made a couple of marks on the form.

"Right lie on the couch, boy, on your front," he barked as he opened a cupboard and brought out a tub of petroleum jelly and a large thermometer.

David scrambled to turn over and lie on his front, pulling the gown together behind him as he felt it flapping open. The two men smiled at each other at the boy's futile attempt to protect his modesty. The doctor walked over to the couch and placed the two objects carefully on it by the side of the boy's head."

"On your knees!" was the sharp command. "Keep your head down!" he snapped, pressing down on the blonde hair as the boy started to raise his upper body. For a moment the boy was confused as to what he was supposed to do, but then realised and started to slide his knees up the bench. As his middle rose, he felt the gown slide up his buttocks. He grasped the two sides even more firmly and pulled them together and down. Despite the extra effort he was aware that only half his bottom was now covered and that his teacher was sitting almost directly behind him.

"Hands off!" was the next instruction accompanied by a tap on them.

David shuddered as he knew what would happen when he obeyed, but he knew he must obey. Not only was he aware of the consequences of disobedience, but there was something about this man that just made not doing what he said, unthinkable. David had always been a generally well-behaved boy who listened to adults, but this man had such a sense of authority about him that saying no to him was not something David would have done even if there wasn't so much resting on his report. So very reluctantly he opened his fingers and despite a last attempt to keep the gown in place he soon felt it slipping open.

"Hands by your head!" was the next instruction.

He moved his hands slowly up towards his head trying not to dislodge the gown which somehow was still draped over his buttocks with only a small gap showing the centre of his bottom. However, his care was to no avail as the doctor grasped both sides and pulled them wide and pushed them up towards where his hands were now resting. The boy was now bare from the top of his shoulders down to the soles of his feet.

The doctor and Mr Worsley drank in the sight of the boy kneeling on the couch, head down and bottom thrusting back, the cheeks spreading apart to display the place of interest for the doctor's immediate task, but also for both men's future plans. A pleased look was exchanged between them before the doctor pulled on a latex glove and unscrewing the jar of jelly scooped out a large dollop which he transferred to the centre of his target.

The boy gasped as he felt the cold substance touch a place that as far as he could remember no one but him had touched before and then only with toilet paper or a flannel. He tensed up as the doctor started to rub the jelly around his hole. The man took his time, caressing the crinkled skin with slow sensuous small circles, gradually working inwards until the finger was pressing on the completely closed entrance. The boy and his muscle automatically tried to prevent the intruder from gaining entrance to what he had always thought was a one-way street and that direction was the opposite one to the way the finger wanted to go.

"Relax boy, it will hurt more if you resist," the doctor warned.

Despite his vow to obey, the boy was just incapable of relaxing. His body told him this was wrong and even if his brain had been able to comprehend the advice, he didn't know what to do.

"Brace your knees boy and press back with your bottom as if you are trying to have a shit," advised the doctor.

The boy was shocked at the use of that word by the medical man as he had heard boys at primary school being told of for using it. His mum had always referred to it as doing number twos, although she didn't speak about that sort of thing if she could avoid it. As he felt the finger pressing harder, he tried to follow the instructions and the little relaxation of his sphincter and the greater force applied by the finger allowed the doctor to achieve his objective.

The boy squealed as the large finger intruded into him, despite the lubrication it hurt, but also it felt very strange to him. He had of course experienced a variety of stools leaving his body with his very limited diet. Some had felt sharp and occasionally large but nothing like this firm large object that was stretching the muscle beyond what to the boy seemed natural.

The man allowed the boy a bit of time to try and adjust to his invasion and then started to rotate the digit, reversing the direction when his wrist could turn no more, and then adding an in and out movement. There followed several minutes of continuous movement that speeded up and became more forceful until he was driving the finger fully in and only stopping on the out stroke when his finger tip threatened to slip completely from the boy's body. The boy squeaked and grunted as his anus got its first workout. It was painful and unpleasant and he kept hoping the man would finish.

Even for the reason the man would have given, if anyone had challenged this procedure, it was totally over the top. The thermometer he was going to use to take the boy's temperature was certainly larger than the standard rectum thermometer, as it was designed to be used on horses and other large animals. Nevertheless, it was still thinner than the latex covered thick finger and also with a bit of lubrication would have slid in much easier. Of course, Dr Smythe-Soames had numerous more suitable thermometers of the oral variety, and even a few small rectum ones that were used for babies, if his intent had been to just establish the boy's temperature. He actually had no interest in that, it didn't matter to him what it was but he would have been prepared to lay a large wager that when the thermometer did its work it would show around 36.5ºC [97.7ºF], the average temperature for a healthy boy.

Of course, there was no one who would have had the impudence to question the Doctor, or to give him his full title Sir Richard Smythe-Soames, Bart. Not only was he a respected medical man he was a member of the British aristocracy, albeit on the lowest rank and this was his family seat. With that came duty that he was often wont to mildly complain about. This duty encompassed his seat on the police authority, his role as a local magistrate, a member of various school governing bodies and other charitable bodies. He even had been an alderman until the position was abolished but still remained active and powerful in the local Conservative association, whose members ran the local and county councils as well as most of the other organisations in the area.

Of course, everyone appreciated that he was a busy man so unable to turn up for many of the meetings but they wanted his name and patronage and often ran matters past him unofficially before the meetings took place. It was rare for the following decisions to be different to his expressed opinion, although of course he would never be so crass as to instruct the chief constable or the other senior people what they should do. He modestly would suggest things and if they happened to be the organisations' decisions, he would never claim credit.

So, no one would have had the nerve to question why the doctor was driving his finger vigorously into the arsehole of this twelve-year-old boy. There were very few people he would have admitted to the true reason which was, firstly, he enjoyed doing it. He got real pleasure from seeing a boy trying to hold still, scared to move but still squirming around while his formerly untouched anus was violated. He had first learned about this pleasure during his expensive education and although his fingers had grown larger over the years, he had never lost the thrill. His medical work had provided him with many legitimate and not so legitimate opportunities to indulge in the practice, but of course, one had to be careful and restrained with most patients.

The second reason for performing this procedure on this boy was that he was testing out and starting to prepare this particular orifice for larger objects. His own organ was considerably bigger than his finger, which he and his wife were grateful for, but he knew well that Peter Worsley's was even larger than his own.

It had not been when he had first seen it, back when Peter started at his school. Then, the little eight-year-old, like the rest of his year, had had just a little shrimp between his legs, which as far as they all knew was just used for releasing their piss and not always too accurately. Over the years as they had shared their expensive education, his paid for by his parents and Worsley's by a number of scholarships and grants he was awarded, he had seen it develop until, in the last year of his own schooling, it had caught up with his own Rt Honourable member. Being three years older than Worsley, it had taken a bit of accepting but nothing else changed in their relationship. It wasn't just his position as head boy and his extra years that maintained his superiority. Even after they had both finished their education and the penis had clearly outgrown his own, there was never any doubt that the balance of power had remained the same as it had been when he was the cane wielding prefect and Worsley was the subservient younger school boy.

While he had no objection to a boy suffering as he was buggered, in fact it was the way he preferred it, he was a man of finesse and had no wish to seriously damage or destroy the sphincter and leave it spoilt for future use. There were always other ways to introduce more pain and suffering into the act once a boy started to adjust to his experiences without ruining the muscle. So, a bit of stretching beforehand was not only fun but would pay dividends in the future.

Having enjoyed himself for a good five minutes and feeling the muscle relax a little, he had removed his finger and replaced it with the horse thermometer. He stepped back to where the teacher, who had spotted this potential victim, sat. There was no need for either of them to say anything, so they just smiled at each other and watched the thick glass tube twitch and move as the recently stretched sphincter slowly tightened up again. While it served no purpose, his medical training almost compelled him to wait for several minutes to allow the instrument to settle on its reading. During that time the two men contemplated the delightful behind that was being presented to them. It was certainly not fat, but nor was it skinny, certainly not like the rest of the boy's body. They also both imagined it being offered in a similar way when they would not be just admiring but preparing to take an active role in using it. Peter also wondered what the boy was thinking, kneeling there, exposed to him, his teacher, and a man he had not been even introduced to, who had spoken hardly a word to him but handled and then violated the most secret part of his body.

David wasn't really thinking, he was just feeling. Confusion, shame, fear were the strongest emotions running around inside him and an incredible desire for it to be over and to be allowed to go home to his mother. He knew his home and home life would be considered poor by most people but it was what he knew and it was where he wanted to be right now, more than anywhere else.

The finger had hurt and although the thermometer didn't, it still felt strange to him to have something in his bum. He could no longer see the two men, but was very aware that they were close behind him with a clear view of his naked body. He felt this was worse than having to get undressed in the changing rooms at school, there his bottom was on display for as short a time as he could manage which, apart from the times he was forced to take a shower, would be only a couple of seconds with his top pulled down to cover himself as best he could. Here he was having to leave it exposed for what seemed an interminable time with a glass tube sticking out. He was grateful that the men weren't making comments about his body like the bullies had on occasions at school.

Finally, the doctor walked back to the boy and whipped the thermometer out. He gave it just a cursory glance to check his prediction was right before depositing it in a beaker half full of a solution, knowing his nurse/wife would clean it later and return it to the stable where it could be used again for its proper purpose.

"Right Worsley, over to you, let's see how fit this tyke is. I want you to get his heart rate and blood pressure up. Come on boy, up you get," the doctor urged slapping the still perfectly presented arse.

Although the words accompanying the slap had been said in a jovial tone the boy gave a yelp as he felt a sharp pain in his right cheek. He would not have needed any encouragement to get out of his shameful position but it still hurried him along. He scrambled off the couch onto his feet while hastily trying to gather the gown back around his body to cover not only his bottom which he felt had been exposed for much too long but also to hide his willy from the two men.

As David was trying to preserve what little modesty, he felt he still had, his teacher got out of his seat and walked over to stand in front of the boy.

"Right Taylor, running on the spot," was his first instruction.

David started jogging hardly lifting his feet off the ground while still holding the gown closed behind him with his left hand.

"Faster and knees up higher," was the dissatisfied response these actions got him.

David tried to comply but his efforts to not expose himself hampered his ability to satisfy the teacher.

"Come on Taylor, you can do better than that."

The doctor reached forward and grabbed the gown by the neck and tore it out of David's left hand and away from his body. The boy's reaction was to stop his jogging, clasp his hands to his groin and physically try to shrink himself down in size.

"God boy, we're all males here and Mr Worsley and I have seen more naked bodies than we've had hot dinners, so stop acting like a girl and put some effort into it.

"Right, knees up, waist high and start pumping your arms," Pete added to the instructions which the boy reluctantly obeyed.

As his teacher continued to encourage him and insist he went faster, the doctor looked towards the large mirror that was on the wall between this room and his office and a minute later the nurse came into the room. David faltered again moving his hands down but a sharp order from Mr Worsley made him resume his running although everyone in the room including himself via the mirror clearly saw the blush on his face deepen and spread down his neck to his chest. The doctor handed the ripped gown to the nurse who also collected the beaker with the thermometer in it and with a last look at the running boy she left the room. After a good five minutes of serious running David was put through a series of hard exercises which included star jumps, burpees, press ups, sit ups and squat thrusts. After thirty minutes of total effort with little rest between each exercise, David was sweating profusely despite his nakedness and the chilly room. He had always enjoyed gym and sports in general but he couldn't remember feeling this tired after any lesson so he was delighted to be told to sit on the couch while the doctor took his pulse rate and blood pressure again.

As he regained his breath, he became more and more conscious of his complete nakedness again. Although the gown had seemed an inadequate garment to him before, he now found he missed it greatly. Once again, he was using his hands to cover his groin until the doctor brought over a large glass of water and instructed him to drink it all. This was not a problem for the boy as he was dehydrated after his exercising and was happy to drink the second glass as well but struggled with the third and only managed less than half of the fourth despite the doctor urging him to finish it. David was most grateful that the man didn't insist as he really felt he could not physically swallow another drop.

While sitting there recovering David was worried when he saw the doctor taking out two large syringes to which he fitted, to the boy's eyes, two enormous needles through which he filled the syringes with a clear liquid from a large bottle. David was scared they were going to be used on him as he couldn't imagine why else the doctor was preparing them but he tried to tell himself that the doctor was getting them ready for some other patient. His hopes were dashed when the doctor brought them over with another bottle and some wipes on a tray and told the boy to turn around and bend over the couch.

Extremely reluctantly the boy did as the man said and once more, much against his inclination, found himself showing his bare bottom to the two men in the room. The doctor handed the tray to the teacher and picked up a wipe which after applying the alcohol to it he rubbed it over the boy's right buttock which still showed the clear outline of the hand he had encouraged the boy to get off the couch with earlier. Placing the bottle and wipe back on the tray he picked up the first of the syringes and with just a quick siting, jabbed it in the boy's sterilised buttock and much faster than was the recommended technique, pushed home the plunger shooting the fluid into the boy's largest muscle. The boy yelped at the shock of the prick and then the pain of the liquid entering him and a third time as the needle was withdrawn and the doctor applied another 'encouraging' slap which overlay his previous one perfectly. Both men smiled at the speed of the shot and the accuracy of the slap.

Allowing the boy to experience the pain for a few minutes the doctor repeated the whole procedure on the left buttock leaving the boy with two hurting cheeks, both clearly marked with the doctor's large hand print although the right one was of a deeper colour despite the doctor's extra effort on the left to achieve the same effect with only one blow. Leaving the boy bent across the bench the doctor relieved the teacher of the tray and took it back to his desk where he deposited it before picking up a shiny metal instrument out of one of the many drawers of a tall upright dresser. He picked up the tub of Vaseline, a cloth tape measure and the boy's form before bringing them all over to the examination couch and laying them next to the boy's still obediently bent body.

David felt the various pains in his bum and the tears forming in his eyes. He was a tough boy who didn't cry easily but something about this situation, more than the actual pain, had brought on the tears. He sniffed and wiped his eyes and looked warily at what the doctor had placed next to him. He didn't know what that funny looking instrument was for or why there was a tape measure. He did know that his optimism that the injections had been the end of his examination and he would be allowed to get dressed and go home to his mum had been misplaced. He just hoped that there would just be a delay before that happened.

"Right let's see whether there is anything internally that is causing this urchin to smell other than his poor washing efforts," he heard from behind him.

He hadn't realised he smelled today but all three men had said he did, so he assumed he must. It had been said before when he was younger and at primary school, first by some of the other kids and then his teacher had spoken to him and his mum. Since then, despite the lack of facilities he had always tried really hard to make sure it didn't happen again. Once again, he silently admonished himself for not having had a cold bath or shower this morning but he didn't understand it, he had washed thoroughly, he was sure. Perhaps there really was something wrong with him and the doctor could give him something to help. He didn't want to be called Whiffy Taylor again by the other kids at school.

While these thoughts were running around in his brain, the doctor picked up the speculum and after dabbing some Vaseline on it he placed it against the boy's anus which he decided was still well enough greased from the earlier finger fucking not to require more. He asked his friend to take hold of the boy's cheeks and stretch them apart while he inserted the instrument.

Peter Worsley eagerly grasped those enticing buttocks and imagined the fun they were all going to have with them in the forthcoming months and maybe years until they got bored with the boy. They all enjoyed punishing a boy's bottom and although he was allowed to use corporal punishment at school there were limits so he always had to restrain himself more than he would choose. While he knew that the cane was Richard's favourite implement of punishment, he had a soft spot for the plimsoll or even his hand. He anticipated the first time he would be able to put Taylor over his knee and spank the pliable mounds he had under his fingers, which were pressed into the still clear handprints the doctor had given the boy. He gripped and stretched his hands away from the target of the metal implement, opening the cheeks and fully exposing what he also knew was something they would all be able to sample to their hearts content in the not-too-distant future.

David felt his buttocks being stretched apart by his teacher and at the same time the hard metal instrument being pushed against his hole, that had only been entered for the first time less than an hour ago by the doctor's thick finger and then the thermometer. This time, the cold metal entered more easily than the finger had, although it still needed more pressure than the thermometer. The boy shivered as the cold metal made its way inside him and then gasped as he felt it opening, stretching his sphincter further. He wasn't sure if it hurt or just felt uncomfortable as the doctor enlarged his hole more and more, but he was certain he didn't like it. It felt to him like his bumhole was now gaping wide open and the doctor must be able to see right up inside him. His shame at that was increased when the doctor invited his teacher to have a look, he couldn't imagine what it would be like to have to sit in class and look at him knowing the man had seen right inside him. This whole day was going to make it hard for him to see the schoolmaster in the same way.

Mr Worsley released the cheeks and came round to have a look. In truth, despite how it felt to the boy, the doctor had not opened the speculum particularly wide and Pete couldn't really see anything. This was not due to his lack of medical training; the doctor had seen the same amount. This procedure like most of what had been inflicted on the boy had no investigatory value and had just been carried out for the amusement of the two men, to start to accustom the boy to being naked in front of and handled by them, and to pass the time until the third member of their triumvirate returned from assessing the boy's home situation. In particular what sort of threat, the boy's mother might pose to their plans for him.

When the nurse came back into the room and let them know that Mr Carter had returned, the doctor released the jaws of the speculum and withdrew it from the boy's stretched orifice. He instructed the nurse that she had missed a couple of measurements which she needed to complete and then she should clean the boy out thoroughly to try and get rid of the smell. With a curt instruction to the boy to behave and not give her any trouble he took Mr Worsley back to his office where Mr Carter was standing looking through the two-way-mirror into the examination room they had just left.

"How did it go, Carter?" asked Sir Richard. The custom of their schooldays had lasted and he still usually addressed the other two men by their surnames as he had when they were his juniors at both the prep and public schools, they had all attended.

"Fine. Worsley you were right, she is the perfect mother for a boy we are interested in. She is totally wrapped up in herself and her own needs and troubles. She is weak and I think will be easily influenced. I am sure she does love her son but it seemed her main concern about him being taken into care was how it would affect her. She certainly blames her husband's abandonment of them for her troubles and by extension the boy himself. She wanted reassurance that her behaviour towards and expectations of her son were reasonable given her circumstances, which of course I was more than happy to provide.

"The house is little more than a hovel but pretty isolated. As David told us the electricity has been cut off and it was freezing when I was there. It was colder than our old school's lavs and I certainly wouldn't want to be washing in cold water there. She never got out of her bed the whole time I was there but was happy for me to look around. I had had to let myself in but she didn't make any fuss once I explained who I was and why I was there.

"She was quite prepared to accept that 'Davey', as she refers to him, had been bad to skip school, once she was sure I was not going to blame her for it. I told her he was quite old enough to be responsible for his own actions and that he should be doing more to help her rather than getting into trouble, being the 'Man of the House'. Once she heard that, she had no problem agreeing that if we let him stay, he would need to be punished for behaving in that way. 'To clean the slate' as I explained. She did ask what I meant by punishment as she said they didn't have any money for paying a fine. When I explained that it would mean corporal punishment, she seemed fine with that, saying she knew boys needed it sometimes but she just wasn't up to doing it herself. I reassured her that that wouldn't be necessary and I would find someone to do it. She didn't even ask who but remarked that men were better at that sort of thing.

"I told her that if I let 'Davey' stay I thought we could probably help them make the home a bit more comfortable but he would need to do some jobs for a few people to earn some money. If she agreed I would see about getting the electricity turned back on and a heater in her bedroom but there was something that would need to be changed. Davey was nearly a teenager and it wasn't acceptable for him to still be sharing a bed with his mother. While I knew there was nothing wrong going on, the authorities would not permit it and would insist I removed him from the home if he did not sleep elsewhere.

"That was no problem to her and she seemed pleased that things could be going to get better for her. Even when I explained that her son initially would be unlikely to be able to earn enough to heat the whole house, just her room she accepted it and just seemed interested in when the electricity would be turned on; saying he was a strong young man and used to the cold whereas with her health it was a real problem."

The other two men smiled at this, they certainly had no intention of making David's life more comfortable for him, in fact they planned on the exact opposite. They couldn't believe what a perfect victim they had found.

While they had been listening to the report they had been watching through the mirror as Lady Smythe-Soames had taken the missing measurements. She had made the boy stand up and put his hands on his head then first measured around his hips bringing the tape through his straggly hairs sitting around the top of his penis. She had already heard from Clive Carter that all systems were very much go. So, while of course she knew they would not be rushing down the path to the boy's full abuse there were no obstacles to the initial elements and so felt freer to touch the boy in ways that might, to a more aware person, seem to be not totally medical. Of course, the boy had nothing to judge them by, so although he felt uncomfortable at the way the nurse was touching him, just assumed it was normal at a health check-up. His discomfort increased as she took both his inner leg measurements, spending some time moving the tip of the tape and her fingers around his testicles.

When she moved onto his penis, he couldn't believe it as she ran the tape along it and then wrapped it around and was horrified to hear her say as if talking to herself, "Well, this is a little one."

David was well aware that the other boys were often making disparaging remarks about the size of other boys' dicks or bragging about how they had the biggest one. He didn't really know why but he had gathered that having a little willy was not something a boy wanted. Having avoided looking when he was in the changing room, he had had no idea up until now that this was another area, he might be worse off than others.

When the nurse had had her fill of touching the boy up and she felt the first stirring of his cocklet, she moved onto one of her favourite tasks, the administration of enemas. From the first time she had been taught to do it during her training she had enjoyed everything about the procedure. She had developed her technique over the years, with the encouragement of her husband, to make them as intrusive and traumatic for the recipient as possible. She gathered together the necessary equipment. A large nozzle, much larger than was needed, attached by a long hose to a bag containing an excessive quantity of liquid with a high concentration of irritants. These had been refrigerated since the day before, when the boy's appointment had been made and felt extremely cold in her hands. She got out a tall stand and attached the bag to it having opened the air vent in the bag. She then extended the stand until the bag nearly reached the ceiling and the hose stretched down with the nozzle swinging just above the examination couch.

She called the boy over and made him take up the same position that he had been in when he had had his temperature taken by the doctor. She wiped a small quantity of a strong embrocation around the tip of the nozzle and with no word to the boy thrust it into his arsehole. The boy yelled at the forceful impalement, head coming off the bench and hands moving towards the site of his latest molestation. The nurse expecting this reaction was ready to block the hands and with a sharp command returned the boy to his compliant state. As soon as he had retaken his position, she had fully opened the valve on the hose and the bag's cold content flowed down the hose and into the boy's bowels.

The impact of the cold water rushing into his body shocked the boy and it was a little while before he noticed the burning around his sphincter. The contrast seemed to exaggerate both the cold and the heat causing the boy to groan and whimper which was music to the nurse's ears. As his body adjusted a little to those extremes, he started to be aware of the pressure building inside him. First it was just a feeling of fullness, not one he was used to but as the water continued to drain into him it got stronger and the pressure began to hurt as every nook and cranny inside him was filled. As the pain increased David started pleading with the nurse to stop it. She looked at the bag and saw there was still a quarter of the contents left so she knew however bad he felt at the moment it was only going to get worse for him; particularly when his body started reacting to the glycerin, salt, baking soda and other substances in her personal recipe.

As the boy's complaints and pleas got stronger, she started to speak to him in a calm but assertive voice. She told him that it was for his own good and he needed to be a strong boy. It was something lots of people had and children younger than him didn't make such a fuss. This was of course not true. She thought he was actually controlling himself quite well and thought it was a good sign for the future that he would be a tough little victim. There was nothing they all disliked more than a wimpy little boy who cried too easily.

As the boy struggled to control himself, his distress and increasingly his bowels, the men enjoyed the live show they were watching. As his wife reached up to squeeze the bag forcing the last of the solution down the hose and into the boy's bowels before shutting the valve and removing the large nozzle from the boy's twitching bumhole. As she quickly got the boy to his feet the men were amused at the sight of his swollen belly looking really incongruous on his skinny body. Their merriment was greatly increased by the boy's antics as he simultaneously bent over while at the same time grabbing his buttocks and squeezing them tightly together, clearly trying to form a barrier to stop what must have felt like an imminent explosion was about to erupt from within him.

The boy was begging the woman, pleading he needed to go to the toilet. He knew it would be beyond humiliating if he had an accident here in the doctor's room but he didn't think he could hold it a moment longer. It was getting more and more painful in his stomach and the pressure was building behind. His hands were squeezing and pressing but he was sure they were not going to be able to hold the tide back for much longer. Despite his entreaties, the woman was just telling him not to be such a baby and he needed to give the solution a proper chance to work thoroughly. She even took hold of his shoulders and forced them up and back causing more pain in his stomach. Tears were now streaming down his face as he was forced upright facing the mirror and he rocked from foot to foot just trying to get some relief from his torment.

As the men continued to observe and enjoy the boy's distress, Clive continued to fill them in on his visit and what he had learned that would be useful for their future plans for the boy.

"Neither the mother nor the boy is registered with a GP so if they came on to your books there would be no chance of any other medical person sticking their nose in. Of course, I know they are not the type of person you have on your list but you are known for your generosity and good work. It would be good to have you as the person who officially would deal with any medical problems that might arise for the boy. I was wondering if there might also be something you could prescribe for the mother that would make her more reliant on your good offices and so even less likely to object to the help we give her son. It will just be another element of everything that happens for her advantage coming from us and making her scared of losing our goodwill."

"Well, I suppose it is an idea. I have always taken a few charity cases along with my private patients and I am sure that I can find something that will make her feel better. Did you get a look at the boy's clothes while you were there?"

"Oh yes, a very poor set of rags although surprisingly clean considering the circumstances he lives under but it will be easy to justify getting rid of them and getting him into things we would prefer. I also had a look round and saw no sign of a bike, so he will need to borrow one if he is going to be able to make it over here to do his work or when he visits Peter or myself."

Sir Richard tore himself reluctantly away from the mirror to go to a cabinet which he opened displaying a full range of drinks. "Well gentlemen I think we have all earned a drink, what will you have?"

The other two men gave him their choice and once he had dispensed them and got himself one as well, he rejoined them at the mirror.

He raised his glass and said, "Gentlemen a toast, To David Taylor and all the help we are going to give him."

The other two also raised their glasses and chinked them with his and said, "David Taylor and help."

As they savoured their drinks and the subject of their toast's ongoing suffering, the nurse was deciding that she had probably pushed the boy as far as she could if she didn't want the examination room sprayed with what was likely to be a very unpleasant substance. While from the point of view of the child's humiliation it had some attraction, she didn't think her husband would be happy. Somewhat reluctantly, she led the boy closer to the large mirror on the wall. She opened a nearby cupboard and pulled out something the boy recognised immediately. It was a white plastic child's potty. The only difference was it was a bit higher than the normal model so it had a greater capacity which she knew would be fully utilized because of the amount of liquid she had put in the boy. She hoped it would be big enough but there was the unknown extra the boy would contribute not only the content of his bowels that had been there before the enema but also the almost certain release of urine that would accompany it.

She placed the potty facing square to the mirror just a yard away, knowing that would give a close and detailed view of the boy to the spectators on the other side of the glass. She then steered the boy so he sat on it facing the mirror. The design forced his legs wide apart and although she was sure that normally he would have objected to using such an infant's facility, he was just so desperate to relieve himself he said nothing. As soon as his buttocks touched the hard plastic rim the evacuation started. She allowed the boy's initial relief to pass and for him to start to register his exact situation helped by the clear view he had of it directly in front of him, which if he leant forward he would probably have been able to touch. As she waited, she saw his already flushed face blush more as he took in the site of himself sitting on a white plastic child's potty, legs spread wide and totally naked. His eyes caught hers in the mirror and he quickly averted them but he seemed unable to drag them away from the view of himself. As she smiled at him, the noises coming from below him continued, the sound of his pee hitting the plastic and the now intermittent squelches of material being removed via his back passage.

She patted him on the head and cooed, "You be a good little boy and do all your wee wees and poo poos. Just sit there and don't move until I come back or there will be trouble."

With that final stab of humiliation, she left the boy sadly gazing at himself and exited the room. She went next door and joined the men on the other side of the mirror. After her husband handed her the drink, he had prepared for her, the four of them stood and stared at the boy who seemed to be staring back at them. It must have been fifteen to twenty minutes before it became clear that the boy's body had expelled everything it was going to but the quartet waited the same time again enjoying a second drink and allowing the boy's misery to rise up and up.

Finally, the doctor as usual took the lead and said with a smile, "Well I think it is time to go and give young Taylor the good news that we are going to give him the help he needs."

To Be Continued