The Party Boy

Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine

“Your son is wetting the bed,” another prevarication in reporting to Jack’s haughty mother.

This brings a look of disgust, a subject not for discussion and a deed deemed well beneath the desired deportment of her silver spooned son.

“Well, it must be dealt with. He’s too old!”

Yes, he is. Jack is approaching his senior year. And he has no real problems, in fact, urinating for me only at my command, most times with me handling what has blossomed into a nice sized manhood.

“I have both experience and training in the matter. I’ll need cart blanche in dealing with it. He may complain... and deny that he’s bed wetting.”

“He’ll not wriggle out from under your auspices, Miss Kelly. He’s greatly improved over the years of your tutelage. A very docile boy.”

And looks sweet completely hairless and in girl’s underwear I am tempted to add.

Alas, Jack has been more than receptive to the feel of smooth silk on his shorn privates. And as noted, it so nicely tempers male belligerence.

And so Jack’s mother washes her hands of what is perceived to be a most embarrassing family problem... a complete ruse on my part.

Offered to me by one of my nursing compatriots is a special locking diaper, used in psychiatric wards with not only incontinent patients, but those with dementia who, extended opportunity, are given to masturbate most obsessively.

‘Some of the younger dementia patients will rub the skin right off their p*****s,’ my friend relates.

It’s comprised of heavy canvas... a thick waist belt, a formidable crotch piece locking at the back.

“He’ll need to sleep with me for a while. This will require close supervision,” I forewarn the matron of the house.

She shrugs, reiterating her desire to wash her hands, showing no concern for further details of the proffered treatment and ‘cure’.

Yes, handling Jack’s rapidly developing organs, so often milking him of his burgeoning male essence, has brought needs of my own. Yet, I cannot have carnal relations and do not wish to tempt Jack into any thoughts of such.

Thus he will be bound... at least his privates will be. And Jack will begin wearing a hood, darkness deepening his docility.