Trust Me, I'm A Doctor!
When Doctor Montgomery came into the van, with a young boy – about ten or eleven I thought, he was full of smiles for me: “Teri, you look lovely, what a pleasure this is, seeing you away from work. George has been telling me all about you and how happy you've made him. Congratulations!” and he
came forward and kissed me on the mouth – and, like George, it was a tongue kiss. And he put his hand between my legs and gave a little squeeze. “I delivered you, though you won't remember anything about it. Your Mum went into labour in the middle of the night and your Dad was away lecturing somewhere and she didn't have any transport, so she rang the Surgery and I was on that night and came straight over: Oh, you were a strong little blighter, fair kicking and punching and roaring like a Banshee! Your Mum was very grateful for my help. Very grateful  . . . . .” and he winked and let the sentence hang in the air, and I guessed what he was implying – that my Mum had given him sexual favours, out of her debt of gratitude for my safe delivery. I couldn't think of anything safe to say, so just sat and stared at him and the boy.
     George broke the silence: “So, Graham, who's this little chap, I don't think you've had him here before,” and I realised that there were double entendres there, and that George had probably used plenty before that I hadn't picked up on, and probably others when he was talking to his friends. And 
Graham introduced Pavel: “He's Polish, his parents have come over here for work, his Dad's a Bus Driver and his Mum's a Nurse and she's working at the Health Centre - you'll probably see her, Teri, next time you're in for a jag. He's a smart little fellow, but struggling a bit with his English and Sciences, so I offered to give him, some tuition – a favour to his Mum, because they really aren't in a position to pay anyone. And this is a Nature Study Trip, so I'm getting some good exercise, it's a Quid Pro Quo, as you might say.” And turning to me, he point-blank asked: “And what are you going to be doing this Weekend, Teri? Putting a smile on George's face, I shouldn't wonder. Perhaps he'll let you cheer me up some time, what do you think?” And I couldn't help feeling that whatever I said would be wrong, but George spoke first, “Oh Teri is my Special Friend, Graham, I'm sure you'll understand if I say she's all mine.” And Graham laughed: “You're a lucky man then, George, is all I can say – I should have taken the opportunity to get to know her better when I had the chance, before you snapped her up.” And he put his hand on my knee and said, “If you ever get bored with Old George, Teri, you know there'll always be a place for you in my Caravan.” He winked again and said that he and Pavel ought to get back to their Van as he had some delicate tasks for Pavel to perform before lunch. And Pavel looked as if he had no idea what Dr Montgomery and George had been talking about. As the Doctor stood, and motioned for Pavel to follow, the boy looked shyly at me and smiled. I smiled back and took his hand and gave it a squeeze – I hoped it would let him know that he had a friend in me.
     After they left, George said he wanted to tell me a little about his Friends who had the other caravans. Graham, whom I already knew, liked boys mainly, but occasionally girls too. Martin, who had the caravan between us and Graham, also liked Girls and Boys. James, on the other side of Graham's only liked Boys, and Angus, in the fifth Caravan, like George, was only interested in Girls. “So we're a cosy little group. Sometimes we play games – when we're all here with our own Special Friends – Party Games, but with a few little twists. We've all agreed to abide by the rules, so if one of us who only has Girl Friends, happens to find ourselves with one of the Boys, we still use them; truth is, under 16 there's not such a lot of difference. Present company excepted Teri, there's no-one I've ever met who's a patch on you. You are unique. And now we've got time for a bit of fun before tea. And this time, 'Fun' involved tying me to the bad, arms and legs akimbo, face down, so that he could take me from behind. This was the first time he had ever entered me like that and at first it was quite sore, but he used plenty of lubrication and once he was right in, as deep as he could go, he began to fuck me, while I shut my eyes tight and waited for it to stop. As usual, he went rigid just before he came and I could feel him squirting his cum inside me, and just shortly afterwards, Big George slipped out.
     After tea, George demonstrated some of the ways he cpuld tie me up, either with long scarves – what he called 'Gentle Bonds' or with different starps and ropes, for more Restrictive Bondage. I must say, he was very creative and used all sorts of complicated binding and knotting. He was careful not to mark or hurt me, and I found that it felt good to be dependant on him – in a way it set me free. If that sounds strange, I mean that I didn't have to worry about doing the right things for him – he took all the responsibility. I didn't know anything about this kind of business, so I was glad I didn't have to tie him up, as I would probably have got it all wrong. This relaxed me, this knowledge that I was in the hands, in the possession, of a True Master. And I fel;t my love for him growing. But I hadn't forgotten what he had said about playing their Party Games with his friends. I didn't really want anyone else to have sex with me, but I felt that it was what he wanted, then it must be ok. And anyway, if it happened, he'd be around to keep an eye on me, to look after me, as I was his.    
So between tying me up and fucking me whenever Big George had recovered, our afternoon and evening passed quickly and in the evening, when it was quite dark outside, George looked out and said that another couple of his friends were here – we hadn't heard their cars because we were quite noisy ourselves, in the safety of our Caravan. He asked if I wanted to meet them. I didn't particularly, but I said that if it was what he wanted, it was fine by me. We wrapped up and went out and saw that it was James and Angus who had arrived. First, George took me to James' Van – he was the one who only liked boys, so I wasn't too worried that he might kiss or touch me. George knocked at the door and a moment later, a bald man with a moustache opened up. He saw George and grinned and George explained that I was his guest. Well, this James invited us in – he said he and his friend, Allan, were going to have an early night, but there was time for a dring if we would like one, so we climbed aboard. Allan was a chubby boy, about my age, with long golden hair and an angelic face. I thought he looked familiar. James, he said he was Father James, but I could call him Jim, said that Allan was one of his Altar Boys, but he wasn't wearing his vestments today. George laughed and said he had a rather lovely collar on – it was leather, with a number of metal rings sewn into it, and Father James, or Jim, demonstrated how he could clip various straps onto it, and secure these to Allan's wrist or ankle cuffs, which were also leather. I saw George studying them carefully, as if he was thinking they might be useful for me. George handed each of us a glass of whiskey – I'd never had this before, and it burnt my throat when I swallowed it. I noticed that Allan knocked his back easily, so he must be more practised than me. After some chat between the men. George said we'd leave them in peace and Father James Blessed me, making a Cross towards me with his hand.
     Then we went to see Angus, and crikey! He was Mr Arbuthnot, the Music Teacher who took classes at several schools and came to mine every Tuesday. He was teaching me Piano, but I hadn't been taking lessons for long and I think he had been getting exasperated with me. Now, he stared at me in some surprise, and behind him I saw a girl I recognised, though I didn't know her name, she was a year below me. Angus kissed me warmly, the same way as Dr Montgomery and he, too, put his
 
hand between my legs, and let hid thumb slide up into my See You Next Tuesday! I must have gasped, because George said “Don't ne taking any liberties, Angus, or I'll have to return the favours with your lassie here.” Angus laughed and said he was always up for a bit of Give and Take, but George said we had enough to do, this weekend, but he'd bear that in mind for the future. Angus said that was “very Big” of him, and both men laughed heartily and clapped each other's shoulder.
     And so we returned to our own cosy Van and George suggested we have some fun of our own.