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The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter 1. Setting the Table.


There is an island in Lake Neusiedl, near the southern end of the lake, where the borders of two countries goes across. The island is
approximately 1,000 feet wide and 2,500 feet long. The border between Austria and Hungary splits the island. During the years of the cold
war, a Soviet and Hungarian military installation dominated the southern sector of the island. Bunkers were built along the shore to guard a
small marina of coast guard vessels. Near the center of the Hungarian side a headquarters building housed a dozen officers and fifty soldiers. Though the island is not far from the mainland, there is no bridge or causeway.

After the fall of Soviet control the military installation was abandoned. For a decade the buildings sat empty. Then, around the turn of the
21st century a Russian oligarch set up a drug smuggling operation on the island. Drugs and human trafficking paid for an upgrade, a
modernization of the HQ building and upkeep of the grounds. The oligarch lived like a little emperor, moving goods, people, and money at his discretion. However, he messed up by pissing off Russian President Putin and the oligarch found himself tossed off a tall building in Minsk with
no parachute.

The Hungarian government assumed control of the island, but they didn't know what to do with it. It was decided the old army facilities would
be useful in a new way to function in a good and humanitarian fashion. The island buildings will be useful as an orphanage. Hungary, like most
of the countries of Eastern Europe, had a severe problem with too many dads who died from drinking cheap vodka or moms who got hooked on
the heroin that flowed through the country, thanks to the corruption of the oligarchs who organized the crime syndicates.

The county's orphanages were overflowing. More beds were needed and a proper school. The renovated HQ building would serve perfectly.
The problem was finding someone to volunteer to run the orphanage. The pay the state gives to orphanage managers was notoriously bad.
Noone in Hungary wanted the position. Then surprisingly an American businesswoman steps in to save the day.

Mrs. Marika Kubicek has a degree in child development from the University of Chicago and a business degree attained at Oxford England.
Formerly independently wealthy (her former husband had squandered the family fortune with bad stock picks), the 33 year old woman is
ready to make a new start in a new country, the country of her ancestors.

Marika Kubicek's large boobs tucked into tight fitting business attire helped to open many doors. Her talents in bribery and blackmail closed
other doors. What follows is an account of a unique system of human trafficking, money laundering, contraband smuggling and a host of
other misdeeds on the Island of Misfit Boys.

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The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter Two: The First Bunch


After several weeks of haggling with the local government everything is set up on the island. The water and electricity are working.
New bed sheets and blankets have been delivered, and Marika Kubicek stands at the main dock of the old marina to welcome the boatload
of orphans. Marika and her entire staff are there as the boat approaches.

The staff consists of Mrs. Gunter, age 50, who spent twenty years cooking in and managing all kinds of kitchens from schools to hotels.
Mrs. Gunter is from Germany and is a woman of very few words. Basically stay out of her way and let her run the kitchen the way she sees fit.
As long as the food tastes good that's all that matters. Then there is Nurse Nancy from London England, who prefers to dress more fancy than
the dull white uniform of a nurse. The floral pattern fishnet black lace stockings on her longish legs are not typically matched with such
uniforms.

The only other members of the staff are both nineteen years old, recruited from the Department of Psychology at the University of Amsterdam.
Gwen and Famke both attended classes of the controversial Professor Reindert Zaal, who wrote the book "Modesty Is Dishonesty". The two
young women will be the primary monitors of the kids and enforcers of the rules and regulations at the orphanage/school.

Mrs. Kubicek, with a clipboard in her hand, and her staff are there to welcome each of the twenty children the Hungarian authorities sent to the school. Marika smiles pleasantly as she greets the kids, but inside she is frowning. The group is mostly a sorry lot, consisting of twelve boys and eight girls. Most of the kids are too young, being around eight. Some are too old, looking to be around seventeen and nearing the point of aging
out of the orphanage system. Neither the younger ones nor the old ones fit the needs of Mrs. Kubicek. One by one a kid, holding onto a suitcase, exits the boat to step up the ramp to meet their new caretakers. Mrs. Kubicek is glad this is a late spring day and the weather is warm enough
for most of the children to be wearing shorts and t-shirts, giving her a chance to get a good look at them.

But it's not a total disappointment for Mrs. Kubicek. Some of the orphan children are what she is looking for. There is a tall and slender lad
with black curly hair and stunning gray-blue eyes like a malamute dog. And like a young dog in a new set of surroundings, the boy looks around
with wary but oh so cute eyes. And when the boy shakes hands with Mrs. Kubicek his smile is adorable and his teeth are perfectly white and
even. This boy could be the star of a tv show on Disney or Nickelodeon on US television, looking very much like the curly haired boy who stars in
the recent CHUCKY tv series.

"Hello, I'm Luka," the slender dark-haired boy gives his name as he stands before the director.

Luka's hand is shaken firmly, and for a longer period of time than Mrs. Kubicek shook hands with other kids coming off the boat. Other little
boys and girls were quickly sent off to be grouped in a line by Gwen and Famke, but for Luka is there a warm smile to go with the lengthy
handshake.

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Luka. And what is your age young man?"

"I'm fourteen," the boy says, and he is allowed to pick up his suitcase once more to head up the slope to where the others are gathering.
Mrs. Kubicek looks at the clipboard in her hand, writes a checkmark next to the name of Luka Donavich, writes the number 14 next to his name.

A second boy receives her special welcome. It's a lovely long-haired lad of twelve years with hazelnut brown eyes, named Tass Tivoli. His light golden-brown hair is almost blond. The boy's skin is pale ivory, and his features are soft and girl like. Put him in a church dress and take him to mass and the priest might not notice anything out of order, even when the boy speaks with a pitch that is high toned but sweet sounding to the
ears.

And that was it for the boys. Just two out of the twelve are judged to be of special quality. Only wanting to keep two out of twelve catches
would make for a poor day of fishing, but there will be more days to find fresh fish. As to the girls...the last one off the boat is a real keeper.
No, she is not lovely and adorable to look at. This girl has broad shoulders and sturdy legs. She would be described as a "Farm Girl" or a "Peasant
Girl" in the old days. Not only big in the bones, she is tall and rugged looking. She's perfect for Mrs. Kubicek's needs. Here is a girl who can
be the boss of the kids, a girl who can take the teasing and pushing and shoving that happens among groups of orphans and be able to dish it back
at the boys in double the amount. Even the age and name of the girl are perfect: Olga Shinski, age sixteen.

With all the new children meeted and greeted, it's time to get to business. After their suitcases have been taken to their rooms, they are all
to report to the shower room for de-lousing and a physical examination, starting with the boys.

[TeenFan]

This is the image that comes close to what I imagine Tass, the twelve year old, to look like.
This is a modeling photo of Dylan Patton when he was 12 years old.

https://happybday.to/sites/pics/dylan-p ... tler-3.jpg


This image of Zachary Arthur of the CHUCKY tv show looks like how I imagine Luka, the fourteen year old to look like.

https://i.pinimg.com/originals/bf/8d/b4 ... 5a5730.jpg

Readers will imagine characters the way they like to, but some people like knowing what inspires a writer to describe characters the way
they do. I hope knowing something about where character and story ideas come from helps some readers enjoy the story even more.

[TeenFan]

The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter 3. Luka Not Like


Luka didn't like the look of the place. The main dock where the boat unloaded looked new enough, but the surrounding sections of the marina
looked old and decrepit. The next closest dock looked gray and moldy, the wood looking rotted enough to just fall apart with the next big
wave from the lake. The concrete gun bunkers on the slopes at both sides of the small harbor made him think of post-apocalyptic movies
where Nazi Zombies chase people through dark forests.

Luka didn't like how grim the older woman looked, the cook with the German accent. Her face appeared resistant to smiling, not at all familiar
with happiness, so dour was the woman's demeanor. Hopefully her cooking will be more pleasant than her personality.

Mrs. Kubicek seemed friendly enough, greeting him with a firm handshake and a nice smile. At least the boss lady appeared pleased he was
here. The woman's business pantsuit looked prim and proper except for how many buttons were not fastened up top on her coat. There didn't
appear to be a shirt or sweater underneath the coat. The woman's bra showed where the coat spread wider than normally intended, hefty sized
boobs pushed outward making a noticeable amount of cleavage. Luka tried to look into the director's face the whole time, but his eyes couldn't
stop their southward drift to gaze upon the unexpected sight. Mrs. Kubicek is hotter than any teacher he ever had in school, so there is one
thing in the LIKE column.

After the greeting all twenty kids from the boat are lined up in a single file line and marched over to the main building. It looks old, but the
paint job is fairly new. After marching together up the stairs, the boys are directed to turn right and the girls ushered to the left. The second
floor has two sleeping quarters. Each one is a barracks with twenty beds, ten on each side with a walkway down the middle, a small dresser
against the wall next to each bed. Luka immediately dislikes the military feel of the room, the ancient looking metal frames of the beds, the uncomfortable looking mattresses, and of course the obvious lack of privacy. After all the boys have entered the room, Gwen stands just inside
the room by the door.

"Find your beds," Gwen says.

Each bed has a sign with a name on it. The youngest boys are positioned closest to the door with the older boys at the far end of the
room. The ten beds on the right side of the room have signs, as well as two beds on the left side at the far end, for the two seventeen year old
boys. A folded white towel is placed at the center of each designated bed. Several boys, including Luka, sit down at their beds, bouncing up and
down to test the firmness of the mattress. Other boys open up their suitcases and start pulling things out of them. Mrs. Kubicek enters the room.

"You can move your things into the dressers later," the director says. "First thing we need to do is go to the washroom. Everyone take off your
clothes...everything off...and wrap your towel around you. Then line up at the door for further instruction."

The directive to undress was unexpected. Luka looks around the room and the first ones to begin undressing are the younger ones. Gwen had
stepped over and was assisting some of the eight year old boys in getting their shirts off. Luka and the other older boys are looking at each other,
or looking at Mrs. Kubicek as if to ascertain if this whole thing is a joke.

"Come on boys. Stop dawdling," the director says, proving this is not a joking matter.

It's inconceivable, having to strip down in a very public barracks room while Mrs. Kubicek and her nineteen year old assistant remain in the room.
It's been years since Luka got undressed with a grown woman present, his dear departed Aunt Dorinka. Even though her nephew was twelve years old she dragged him into the ladies dressing room at a public pool. Luka was mortified and nearly in tears when he had to strip down to put on a speedo swimsuit while Aunt Dorinka and several other jovial ladies winked at him. One old lady even stuck out her tongue and she licked her lips.
Luka is not liking this at all. Besides a number of the ten and under group, the kids who don't care about being seen naked, all the older teens
show signs of discomfort and unease.

But with no other options or choices each boy gets undressed, placing their clothes on the bed. Once down to only underwear, each boy does
his fastest strip off and grab the towel. Some turned their backs to Mrs. Kubicek, but a couple of them forgot to make a turn of their bodies
they were so flustered, showing the director a quick side view of their dicks.

Luka made no mistake in body position. He turned around to do the final act of disrobing. Putting the towel around his waist, Luka notices
the white towel is a little smaller than the ones he is used to. Being surprisingly narrow, the towel only covers Luka from the waist to just above
his knees. These towels seem to fit decently on the eight year old boys, but Luka almost laughed out loud when he saw the difficulty the two
larger seventeen year old boys were having in getting the small towel wrapped around well enough to stay in place.

The director continues with the directions, "Line up by the door, and we'll head over to the washroom. Nurse Nancy will be there, and you'll
soon be all fixed up with a round of shots and whatever else she determines you need...and yes yes, she's seen all your medical records and
most of you are behind on your vaccinations. If any of you need more than two shots it's gonna be sore arms and asses for you tonight."

[Lefanto]

Interesting premise.

[TeenFan]

I had the idea of this story many years ago, the idea of how a group of boys in an orphanage could be used to entrap rich women, cause them
to fork over large sums of money. The boys mostly have no idea what is going on. They just know they must be helpful and friendly to the lady
guests at the orphanage. How women end up in this compromised situation, willing to give money to fund this facility...this will be explained
in due course and what the boys end up doing to achieve this.

[TeenFan]

The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter 4. The First Hard Task


Since all the boys are wearing only a towel, a smaller than normal sized towel to be used for drying off after a shower, Tass is glad the walk over
to the shower room is not a long one. Having just gotten into the building and only seen the barracks for boys room, neither he nor anyone else
even knows where the bathroom is. It turns out the bathroom with showers is in between the two second floor barracks, the door being right in
front of the stairway. Mrs. Kubicek opens the door, holding it open as she ushers the group of orphan boys inside.

It is spacious inside the washroom. A large open space must be crossed to get to the sinks straight ahead. The urinals and toilet stalls are to the
right side and the showers are off to the left. What is a surprise to Tass, and he should not have been totally surprised since Mrs. Kubicek did
mention that Nurse Nancy would be there, is seeing a table and a chair with Nurse Nancy sitting in the chair. The nurse is lining up a long row
of plastic vials which are next to several bottles and a box full of fixed needle syringes.

"I know what you are wondering," Mrs. Kubicek says to the astonished onlookers. "There isn't room in the nurse's office to have all twelve of you
get your treatments and shots, so naturally we set up shop here in the bathroom. Much more efficient this way. Now line up in front of the
nurse. It will be explained what you are to do."

Since there are so many younger boys it takes some time to get them lined up. All the little boys want to do is turn around and look around.
Gwen, the nineteen year old girl who is in charge of the boys, has her hands full with keeping the little ones still and focused on what the nurse is about to tell them. Tass is eager to get a move on. This dilly-dallying with the youngsters is starting to annoy him. Though he may look like the
son of California-American hippy parents, due to the long surfer boy hair, Tass is a do what needs to be done and do it now type of boy.

But not even Tass is quite prepared for what the group of boys is asked to do. The nurse stands up and she addresses the assembled kids.

"My nice assistant Gwen will take your towels and hang them up on the hooks for you."

Starting with the young boys, Gwen stops in front of each one to take the towels, and her arms are fully loaded by the time she got to the end.
Once deprived of their only cover, each boy stands there holding both hands over their genitals. Gwen takes the load of towels over to the
wall by the shower room entrance, starts hanging a towel on each hook, of which there are more than enough. Some of the boys look amused
at this development, some look scared. The faces of several turn red from blushing. Tass can feel his face burning, assumes he is among the
group that is turning red cheeked from embarrassment. What is with this assembly lineup? Can't we each get our physicals done separately
in the nurse's office he wonders, wanting to raise his hand and ask questions. Why aren't the older boys complaining and putting up a fuss?

Nurse Nancy continues, "On the desk is a vial with your name written on a label. When I call out your name come forward and grab your vial,
then return to your place in line. I must collect urine specimens. Do not fill the vial more than half full. Stop and hold the rest, and then you
can relieve your bladders the rest of the way when you jump in the shower. I know boys always pee while showering, so we are not going to try
to prevent this nasty habit. That would be a waste of time."

One by one the twelve names are called out. Each boy grabs the urine specimen bottle and returns back to his place in line. Most of the boys
stand there with one hand holding the vial while the other continues covering up, as if there is a way to pee into the vial while in such a position.

Tass is happy to see one of them is not comfortable with this, when a tall slender boy with black curly hair asks a question.

"Umm...miss nurse...you expect us to pee in front of everyone?"

Finally, somebody had the courage to speak up. Tass makes a mental note of who the brave one is. He is going to get to know that fellow better, make friends with him. The one who spoke up is not one of the oldest boys, but he's seems to be a couple years older than Tass.

"We don't have all day to do this, Luka. As soon as you pee in your bottle you can go take your shower. But you are not to grab your towels
when you finish. There are several more steps to this before you can cover up....now what are you waiting for? Take the caps off your bottles
and start peeing."

One of the younger boys is the first to pop the cap off of his vial, then holding onto the cap with one hand, and using that same hand as the 
aim helper, the boy aims his dick down toward the opening of the vial. Soon he has some urine in the bottle and he puts the cap on.

"That's a good boy, Gregory, now put the vial on my desk over here and go take your shower. Since you are first to finish you get to do a hot
shower for the longest amount of time. The ones that take longer to provide their samples will have less shower time."

"You won't always have a long time in the showers, boys. Enjoy a good hot shower, a long one when you have the chance," Mrs. Kubicek informs
them. "Most of the time it will be get wet, lather up, rinse off and get out."

After a few minutes most of the boys have pissed in their vial, some only looking down at their own dicks, some looking side to side to look at
other boys peeing in their vials. Tass didn't like how Gwen kept walking back and forth, getting good closeup looks at boys in the process of
urinating. Hasn't she ever seen a boy take a leak before? If she was ten years old that would be understandable for her to be so curious. Ten
boys have run off to get into the shower room after depositing their specimen. Tass can hear those boys laughing, can hear the sound of shower spray hitting bodies. He so desperately wants to fill his bottle and move on from standing in front of that desk and Nurse Nancy sitting there.

The other boy with a shy bladder, standing nearby Tass is Luka. Well, it turns out that Luka's bladder might be shy, but his penis isn't. Luka has a
full on raging stiffie situation on his hands, and his free hand is having difficulty aiming the sticking out dick down far enough to pee into the
small bottle. Luka's face is so red with the humiliation of showing his hardon in front of the nurse, the director, and Gwen, who stopped her
moving back and forth to stare directly at the erection. Gwen stands there smiling at poor Luka's predicament.

Tass himself now can't help it but to join the women in staring. Luka's dick is huge. Tass didn't get much of a glimpse earlier when the boys in
the lineup first removed their covering hands to produce urine specimens, didn't see Luka go from soft to erected as Tass was busy trying to
will his own bladder to let loose. Uh oh...it seems erections can be contagious. Tass feels his own penis making a movement and it wasn't
because he is about to pee.

Doubling down on his mental focus, Tass finally feels his abdomen become less tight and a stream of pee flows into the plastic vial. Oh such
relief to get this over with. But as he pees, Tass watches with consternation and growing alarm as the penis continues to stiffen and grow. Now
he doesn't have a long snake (and a small but lush and thick patch of pubes) like Luka does, but his got no hairs yet pre-teen dick is not small.

Placing the cap on the vial, Tass steps over to the desk and he places the vial down next to the others, the half erection bouncing with each step
he takes. The only one left standing is the boy whose dick is standing up too much to pee into a vial. Seeing that he's the only one not to
complete this dreadful task, Luka is shaking his head.

"I uh...I'm having trouble with this," the embarrassed boy says. "Can I do this later? Can I just jump into the shower?"

"You will stand there until you have pissed your bottle," the nurse replies.

Tass gets an idea. It just might work. Maybe the nurse will let him try it. Stepping up next to Luka, Tass has a question to ask, "Hey Luka, are you able to pee when your dick is hard, or does it have to get soft?"

"I've peed with a hardon before, but I didn't have to aim it down before," the exasperated boys says, his face making such a frown.

"Can I try something with him," Tass asks, and before waiting for an answer Tass grabs Luka by the arm. "Let's go over to the shower. Just do
what I tell you, okay."

Going over to the entrance to the showers, Tass stops Luka just as he gets past the opening. The other boys in the showers turn to look at the
one with the erection. Many of the boys start laughing, while others also point.

"Ignore them, Luka. Just focus and pee. Give me your vial. You just pee and I'll do the rest," and Tass grabs the specimen bottle from Luka's
hand.

For about a minute or so, it seems as if the plan to pee won't work. Luka's erect dick is throbbing, pulsating but no flow is coming out the end.
Finally, a stream gets going. Soon the urine stream is making a big arc into the shower room. This is what Tass was waiting for. With no regard
to how icky and disgusting it is, Tass holds the plastic vial out where it catches the flow of pee coming down. Before long the vial is partly filled,
much of the piss going into and splashing out of the bottle, the splash going all over Tass's hand.

Tass pulls the vial away from the flow. "Give me the cap", he says, and Tass closes up the specimen bottle.

"Wow, I can't believe that worked," Luka says, and a hint of a smile flickers across his face.

Tass steps up to the first shower that is in use. Sticking the bottle under the flow of water, both the bottle and his hand get rinsed off.
"You can take this to the nurse," Tass tells his new friend as he comes back with the rinsed off bottle.

At this point even Tass joins in laughing with the other kids, as Luka has to make the walk over to the nurse's table with a still very hard and large dick leading the way. But even while laughing along with the others, Tass can't help but notice the rest of Luka's body is impressive like that big
dick. Luka has muscular legs and a firm butt, even a pack of abs were showing. Tass finds himself to be a little envious, and he wishes he'd grow
up sooner and have a man-sized cock and balls to show off to the others.

[Themarble]

This story has a very nice start. I'm curious as to where it goes from here. Many boys, likely getting into more and more embarrassing situations. Perhaps one by one? Each getting rather more embarrassing until Luka is the last and most exposed?

[TeenFan]

The Island of Misfit Boys
Chapter 5. Soaps and Syringes


It felt like a long and lonely walk from the shower room back to the table, to give the urine specimen to Nurse Nancy. In reality it was probably
only around ten steps, but each step made his boner bounce. Luka can't figure out why he got such a raging erection. Getting marched into the
washroom with the other boys and then forced to get naked in front of not only the orphanage nurse, but the director and Gwen as well, should
have made his dick cower and shrivel in shame...but no, his dick wants to rise and shine. Each time Luka looked into the eyes of one of the
women present, the strangely interested eyes of the director, the alluring eyes of the nurse, or the overly eager eyes of Gwen, he looked down
and this just brought his own gaze upon his big woody woodpecker poking out. Up until this moment he'd been happy with how big he'd gotten
in the last year, even though he was shy about being seen even by other boys. Being seen in such an aroused state by the main women who run
this facility is beyond embarrassing. It's downright lewd to be showing himself this way, and Luka wonders if public penis pop ups will be grounds
for punishment.

"That's a very nice urine specimen depositor you have there," Nurse Nancy says, as she takes the wet bottle. She checks to make sure the name
LUKA is still legible on the label. "Now go get your shower. We are already behind schedule."

Luka is glad to walk away from the prying eyes of the women at the table, glad to get into the relative safety of the shower room. But now
there is a new issue to deal with. There are twelve boys in the shower room, but Luka can see only six shower heads. Each shower head has
two boys with their bodies under the outflow of water. Fortunately the shower with only boy underneath is the one where that friendly and
helpful boy Tass is at. Quickly Luka steps over to that shower to join Tass. Knowing the time is now limited to get thoroughly washed off,
Luka scrubs himself with his hands. No washcloths to use? How is he supposed to get clean well enough?  By the time the director is calling
for all boys to exit the shower room his erection has gone down to just slightly hard. But before that he had bumped the end of his boner
on the back of the other boy a couple times. One time Tass turned partway around, and seeing what poked him on the back he just laughed
and said, "I heard guys with big dicks sometimes pass out when they get hard. Do you get dizzy when you get hard like that?"

Luka feels lucky Tass is so understanding. How many other guys would get upset if they got poked by the erection of another? Finding a new
friend like Tass is a lucky break. That kid has a good set of brains upstairs. Luka laughs when he gets a mental image of the two of them as
a dynamic duo of crime fighters in a Saturday cartoon. The title of the tv show would be "Brainiac and the Boner Boy". Luka smiles when he
thinks about how Tass held that bottle under his high arcing stream of pee. That was an ingenious way to solve the can't aim the erection toward
the bottle problem.

The director is yelling at the washing boys again, telling them to get out and line up the same way before. Gwen grabs some of the little ones
and she drags them over toward the Nurse's table. Luka wishes he could dry off and cover up. Why line up again? Why did they have to stay
naked?

Everyone gets lined up. This time with only half the boys covering up, the other half having given up keeping themselves covered. Luka
wants to cover up but he can't manage to get everything tucked away behind his hands. He's still halfway hard. The nurse is talking again,
must pay attention.

"The next step is de-lousing. We don't know who has lice, not accusing any of you of being infested. We are going to treat everybody and
get it over with. Gwen is going to put the gel on your head and she will massage your scalps. If you feel any coming down your face use your
hands to wipe it off. Try to keep the stuff out of your eyes. While Gwen does your head, I'll be coming along in front of you. I'll be applying the
gel to the genital area and armpits on each boy."

Luka's previous assumption that having to urinate into a plastic vial, while sporting a very unwelcome erection, was going to be the worst part
turned out to be false. Gwen stood behind the row of boys, Nurse Nancy at the front, and again starting with youngest to oldest they
worked together to apply the de-lousing gel. The gel is clear and cool when applied to direct skin. Luka can hear the comments of the younger
boys at the beginning of the lineup. Many of the little ones laugh and squirm when the gel is put on them. Gwen gets the top of their heads.
The nurse uses her bare hands to coat the stuff all over the dick and balls of the young ones, then she tells them to raise the arms so she can
do the armpits. More squirming and giggling follows.

Luka notices this time that the blond long haired boy Tass is standing just to his left. That means there isn't any boy in the group who is
thirteen. There are eight boys who are younger than Tass. Then Tass the twelve year old, and Luka at fourteen years old. To the right of Luka
stands the two big seventeen year old boys who look almost like grown men.

Luka wasn't planning on watching, but when Nurse Nancy stepped over to Tass, and she began applying the lice treatment onto the other boy's
penis and balls, scrubbing the gel on thoroughly making Tass's dick get hard...well, his own dick swelled and grew knowing it's going to get it next. When the nurse first squirts a dollop of the cold gel onto his pubic patch and uses her fingers to rub it in, Luka can't help it when his cock lurches
up to hit the nurse's hands.

"You are such an eager beaver," Nurse Nancy declares and she squirts some more onto her hand and grabs hold of the shaft. Luka's dick gets
coated all over and then his balls are pulled forward and lifted up, so that those cold and sticky fingers can apply the gel right behind the balls.
Luka then gets his pits lubed with gel and the nurse moves on to the next person. Looking down at himself his pubes are a mess of white foamy
bubbles, his dick looking whitish with a thin coating. If only he wasn't all hard and erected once again. But Luka was able to feel a little better
about his condition when both of the big boys to his right also ended up with hardons after Nurse Nancy's handiwork is completed. It was good
knowing some of the others have just as little control of their arousal responses.

"The gel must sit for ten minutes. Try not to touch yourself on any of the applied areas of your bodies. During this waiting period we will get
started on your shots," Nurse Nancy says, as she sits down in her chair. She wipes her hands with some wet-wipes. "Now when I call your name
step forward."

Three of the little ones are called forward and each one got a shot on the right arm. The fourth boy called got a shot in each arm. Luka tries to
recall how long ago he had gotten a shot, what type of shot it was, but he can't remember.

A commotion commences when the door to the washroom opens up. Famke leads the eight girl orphans, with white towels tightly wrapped around
their torsos, into the room. These girls see a lineup of twelve bare assed boys standing in front of the table, seeing them from the backside,
and most of the girls start laughing. Some of the boys cover up, even though they were told not to touch their genitals, even though their
fronts are facing away from the girls.

"Oh, I thought you were done already. It is past time for the girls to be brought in. I thought we were running late," Famke says to the director.

"No problem," Mrs. Kubicek says. "Just have the girls sit down to wait. They can sit down in front of that wall over there, under the
towel hooks."

Famke directs the eight girls over to the wall next to the shower room entrance. Luka looks over to see most of the girls can get a good view
of the entire row of boys from the side. The girls are giggling and pointing at the boy parts they can see pointing out the farthest, of which
Luka's boy parts might be sticking out most noticeably.

"Luka, you are next," Nurse Nancy calls out, and Luka steps up to the nurse. "You are way behind on your shots, Luka. You will need three inoculations. We'll start with your right arm."

Luka gets a shot in the right arm, then he has to turn all the way around and present his left arm to the nurse. The girls at the wall laugh when
Luka shows them his erection facing one direction and then another direction. Then Luka must turn his body one more time, and he ends up
facing toward the eight girls as the nurse jabs the needle into his butt.

Feeling a burning in both arms and his right butt cheek, Luka gets back in line. Only one more boy needs to get shots. Tass was lucky, not
needing to get poked with a needle.

"Okay, that is it for the shots. Go back to the showers and rinse the gel off."

The good news is the lice soaping and the needle jabs are over, but now the boys must all return to the shower, and sitting there by the entrance
are the eight orphan girls and their handler, Famke. Most of the boys cover themselves as they hurriedly walk past the giggling group of girls.
That turned out to be the easy part. Once fully rinsed off, each boy then has to exit the shower room, make the turn toward the wall, and
grab a towel to dry off. The eight girls are still sitting there when the boys exit the shower. They remain seated and smiling as the boys do
their best to dry off without exposing their dicks for very long. Not surprisingly, several of the youngest ones just stand there not covering up
after drying off. Some eight and nine year olds just don't mind being naked. None of the girls paid much attention to the young ones. They
moved their heads this way and that, trying to get a glimpse of the goods on the older boys. Luka can see each of them making glances his
way as he dries off, his erection too hard to hide easily.

Once the boys are dry Gwen orders them to line up again. Why do we have to do everything in a single file line? Luka wonders. This isn't
elementary school. Not all of us are little kids. Gwen opens the washroom door and the twelve orphan boys file out.

"How come the girls got to see us, but we don't get to see them?" Tass asks once the group is into the hallway, and Luka thinks that is a very
good question.

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What a great chapter here Teenfan, boner and shots. Luckily no shots from the boner yet. I'm very curious to see the direction here. Loads of naked boys, will they ever be allowed to dress or are their clothes coming but on indefinite hiatus?