By Endorphin
Copyright 2025 by Endorphin, all rights reserved
[2,303 words]
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This
story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
nudity,
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
the
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
attempted
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
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Richard Rodgers Enters The Orphanage
By Endorphin
Mr Jonathan Smyth (the Principal), Mr Oliver Carpenter (House Father of
Ash House), Miss Jane Worthington (the Matron – a fully qualified
Nurse) and Dr Helen Johnson (the Home’s resident doctor) were assembled
in the Parlour of the Admin block at ‘Chatersham Home and High School
for Orphans’, ready to greet the Home’s newest resident, 13‑year‑old
Richard Rodgers, who was due to arrive with his Case Worker any minute.
Richard’s parents had died together two and a half months ago in a
multi‑vehicle pile‑up on the A14 near Newmarket in Suffolk. While they
had each left a Will that would provide financially for Richard, not
expecting to both die in their early 40s, they’d made no provisions for
anyone to bring him up when they couldn’t. His only living relatives
were his Grandparents.
Richard’s Maternal Grandfather had died
of cancer at the age of 78. His wife, now in her 80s, had sold the
family home in York and moved into a Retirement Apartment where she
couldn’t look after Richard (and to tell the truth, she didn’t want the
responsibility of a teenage boy in any case!)
Richard’s
Paternal Grandparents were in their late 70s and had recently moved to
the French countryside, where they had a nice, but small, apartment, so
again couldn’t take on looking after Richard. For his part, he would
not have wanted to move to France anyway, with a different language and
a different school system.
With each having absolved
themselves of all responsibility for Richard, it thus fell to the
Children’s department of the Local Authority to make arrangements for
his care and education.
Initially, Richard had been placed
with a regular couple on the Council’s Fostering List. However, they
preferred to only do short‑term fostering – having a child for no more
than two to three months while a permanent solution could be found for
them. His parents’ joint funeral had now been 6 weeks ago and he was to
be re‑housed at the Chatersham Home. He had no idea, however, of just
how his life was to be completely turned upside down at this place.
When he arrived, he was greeted by the aforementioned staff of the
home. Refreshments were laid out for everyone: a choice of tea, coffee
or a soft drink, accompanied by sandwiches and a portion of cheesecake
for Richard, or biscuits for the adults.
Once everyone had
been introduced and refreshed, Richard’s Case Worker departed, leaving
him to finish his snack lunch. That done, Mr Carpenter took the boy
into another room where the contents of his suitcase were examined. The
small number of his personal items were put into another box, which was
given to him to keep. The rest of his clothing, etc. was put back in
the suitcase that was then taken to be locked away in storage.
Richard was then led a quarter of a mile down a path behind the Admin
block to Ash House, which would be his home for the remainder of his
teens – after which he would have to leave and find his own way in the
world.
Once there, he was shown into Dorm B, which had 6 beds
– so for the first time in his life he’d have to share a bedroom with
other lads. After putting his box of possessions into his wardrobe for
now, he was taken to see the Home’s barber who trimmed his auburn locks
down to a very close ‘crew cut’ – much to the boy’s distress as he was
very proud of his medium length wavy hair. It was explained that for
hygiene and uniformity, all boys at the Home had their hair kept this
way.
Back in Ash House he was required to take a hot shower
and, to his horror, found that the ablutions room had 20 open showers
where his naked body (including, of course, his developing penis and
balls) would be seen by all the other boys in the House – and in this
case by Mr Carpenter, who watched to see that Richard washed himself
completely.
He was not allowed to put his clothes back on and
thus was highly embarrassed by being totally naked as he was led past
most of the other Boarding Houses to the remote medical block (known as
the Sanatorium – ‘San’ for short) where Dr Johnson and Matron were
waiting for him. ‘Oh, Horror of Horrors!’ his naked body was on display
to the two women! He nearly died of utter embarrassment and his hands
flew down in an attempt to hide his up‑to‑now so private genitals.
“Hands away from your groin, boy. You have nothing I haven’t seen
before. There’s no place for excessive modesty here. Sit on the chair
while I take your blood pressure,” instructed the doctor. She produced
a blood‑pressure cuff and slid it onto his left arm. Richard’s blood
pressure was satisfactory and he was now subjected to the ice‑cold
stethoscope as the doctor listened to his heart and lungs – both of
which were obviously satisfactory. A cannula was inserted into a vein
in Richard’s right forearm and several vials of blood were taken for
testing.
Giving the lad a small beaker, she said, “I need a
sample of your urine; piss into this container for me.” Richard was
unused to having an ‘audience’ and he became ‘pee shy’ with the two
women and his House Father watching closely – so he couldn’t produce a
sample although he’d not used the toilet since drinking his tea on
arrival. Matron turned on a tap at the sink and gradually the sound of
running water caused the lad to release his urine.
Dr Johnson
now started to examine the boy from head to toe. Looking at his arms,
she noted that there was no sign of him having had a BCG vaccination
(against TB) – but that was not unusual since, to save money, the NHS
had ceased offering it to all young teens.
His nipples were
quite prominent and he responded vocally as she squeezed the teats.
“Suitably tender and reactive,” she commented.
Richard’s navel
was of the type that was only very slightly indented, leaving his
umbilicus clearly visible: the doctor remarked that his ‘cord’ had been
tied very neatly when he was born.
The lad started to try to
slap the doctor’s hands away as she attempted to take hold of his
penis. “I told you before to keep your hands out of the way – or I’ll
have to restrain them,” she remonstrated, “I have to examine every part
of you, including your genitals.” The doctor commented that it was good
to find a boy who was already circumcised, and asked if it had been
done for him as a baby or some time later. He said that he didn’t know
when it was done, but presumed it was as a baby since he’d never known
his penis to look any different from how as it currently was.
Dr Johnson commented to Matron that the circumcision itself was
absolutely complete. “There’s not a scrap of vulnerable inner mucosa
left and the skin has been radically cut back so there is no free
movement, even when flaccid. The only thing that wasn’t done was to
remove the useless frenulum – but we can deal with that shortly.”
The doctor took hold of Richard’s testicles, rolling them in her
fingers feeling for any lumps or other abnormalities. Pressure on the
testes elicited a pained yelp from the lad.
Then to Richard she said, “Up on the couch lad; lie flat on your back with your hands behind your head.”
“Matron, would you deal with his pubes please?”
Matron picked up an electric razor and soon made short work of
completely relieving the lad of his pubic hair, happy trail, and also
the hairs around his nipples and underarm. Denuded of his precious
pubes, Richard’s groin was now as smooth as a baby’s – he found it very
humiliating to look like a little pre‑pubescent kid!
“Thanks
Matron,” said the doctor as she donned examination gloves and took a
dollop of ‘medical’ lubricant from a jar to spread on Richard’s penis.
It took several minutes of manipulating the lad’s well‑circumcised
penis before he eventually ejaculated into a jar that Matron was
holding. “The lab will let us know how fertile, and how advanced in
puberty, Richard is. Now to deal with that useless and untidy frenulum.”
She cleaned Richard’s penis and painted on some antiseptic before using
a plasma pen to completely destroy the boy’s frenulum, leaving just a
burnt looking groove. As no anaesthetic had been used, Richard was
crying with the pain. He’d cry more in bed a week later when he found
just how much pleasant sensation he’d now lost with the frenulum gone!
A simple dressing was applied to the end of Richard’s penis to keep it
clean and aid healing.
“Turn on your left side,” Richard was
ordered. Her lubricated finger now penetrated his anus in search of his
prostate. Having a woman’s finger up his bum was so embarrassing, and
even more so when its probing so aroused his prostate that he couldn’t
avoid an erection and dry orgasm! “His reproductive system seems to be
in good condition,” commented the doctor. Then to Richard, “Off the
couch and stand over there again,” pointing to the spot where she’d
initially had him for examination.
Matron brought over a tray
of syringes and the two of them vaccinated Richard’s arms, thighs and
even his buttocks with duplicates of all the injections he should have
had as a baby (Measles, Mumps, Rubella, Diphtheria, Tetanus, Pertussis,
Polio and Chickenpox). Then came the BCG vaccination that, despite the
NHS having dropped it for teens, the Home felt was desirable with so
many kids crammed together 24/7. BCG was injected just under the skin
of both arms, close above his elbows. The doctor moved the needle about
as she injected, so a large area was infiltrated and quite large scars
would develop.
The doctor being satisfied that Richard was fit
enough; still embarrassingly naked, he was led back to Ash house, where
he expected to put his clothes on again. However, he found that they
were no longer where he’d left them on his bed. “Where are my clothes?”
he asked.
Mr Carpenter replied, “You don’t have to worry about
those – they are all packed away with the others that you brought. Boys
don’t need any clothing here at Chatersham. They have no need for for
any modesty or privacy – everyone knows that you all have the same bits
and there’s no need to hide them.”
At this point, Richard
noticed that his bed had no top sheet or duvet – none of the other beds
seemed to have them either. “Will someone be bringing clean top sheets
later?” he enquired, only for Mr Carpenter to reply that no coverings
were used – boys simply slept naked on top of the bed. What he didn’t
say was that apart from saving a lot of washing, it made it impossible
for the boys to secretly masturbate under the covers!
“It’s
nearly time for lunch,” said Mr Carpenter, “I’ll take you over to the
refectory, then after you’ve eaten I’ll introduce you to your new class
in the school.”
A small number of other residents were already
queuing and Richard saw that all the boys were also naked – he didn’t
fail to notice that every one of them looked to have been circumcised.
(This was indeed the case as it was the Home’s policy that any boy
arriving with a foreskin would, on the grounds of hygiene and
uniformity, be relieved of it during his induction medical.)
But there weren’t only boys in the queue – Chatersham was for girls too
– Richard realised that they could see his naked ‘Privates’ and his
embarrassment shot up another notch! However, rather than being naked
like the boys, the girls wore a sort of two‑piece bikini that hid their
boobs and vulva. ‘Why are they allowed modesty when we boys aren’t?’ he
wondered.
After lunch Richard was taken to his new Form Room
in the school, where he was made to stand on the dais in front of all
his new classmates to be introduced. He was required to keep his hands
at his side so, to his continued acute embarrassment, all the other
boys and girls could clearly see his endowment and lack of body hair.
Richard’s embarrassment was only slightly reduced when he found that
boys and girls lived in separate boarding houses on opposite sides of
the site and he’d not have to share those horrible open showers with
the girls. However, he found that there was no privacy for any of the
boys in his House, even when ‘doing their business’ – the urinals were
open troughs where a dozen boys could piss elbow‑to‑elbow. The sit‑down
toilets were even worse as they had only short dividers (just long
enough to mount a toilet roll holder) between each; there were no other
walls or doors, not even curtains, to give them privacy.
It
took Richard a long time to get to sleep that night, lying there naked
on his bed with 5 other lads similarly naked and exposed around him.
He’d been used to wanking himself to sleep in the privacy of his bed at
home – but there was no way he could give himself that pleasure here at
the Home without even a thin sheet to hide his activity.
It
was 5 more years before Richard turned 18 and could leave Chatersham.
In all this time he never totally lost his embarrassment at being
totally naked day and night, and without even the protection of pubic
hair – which was subject to being shaved off every Sunday!
[The End]