Jason, realizing that it was better to live with Mrs. Ames's cousin than to be forever kept as a boy by his mother, packed his belongings for the five hour drive to his new home and hopefully, freer life. His mother spent the day before his departure on the verge of tears, inconsolable, even by Betty. Soon her only son would be nearly beyond her protective arms. Even though she had done her best to see that he was going to be kept on a short leash, she would not be there to personally look after him. She worried that Jane would not be strong enough to keep her vulnerable and impressionable Jason on the straight and narrow.

On that front, she had little to worry about. Jane had tamed and trained Peter. It was a struggle for sure. Peter was a strong willed boy, but she was stronger and eventually he learned do obey her every command without hesitation or question. And with the experience she garnered training him, certainly getting Jason do obey her, could not be more difficult. Jane was confident that with the absolute authority given her by Jason's mother, she would have no difficulty at all. Peter would be useful in being a role model for her new charge. She smiled, pleased with her authority and supremely confident in her ability to live up to his mother's expectations.

"Mother, stop worrying. I will be fine. I am not a boy any more," he said in a futile attempt to console his sobbing mother. "Really, I will be fine and I will call you regularly. I promise."

"Oh Jason, be sure you do. You know how much I worry about you and how much I will miss taking care of you." Suddenly her demeanor changed and she became stern. "Remember what I told you about doing everything Mrs. Whiply tells you to do. I gave her complete authority to act on my behalf, so I want you to obey her like you would me. Understand?"

"Yes mother," he lied. Jason had other thoughts. He couldn't wait to get away. He reached out to hug and kiss his mother goodbye. "Well, I better get going if I am going to get to Mrs. Whiply's before dark. Bye Mom." And with that, he quickly got behind the wheel and was off to college.

He saw his mother waving as he sped away. "Finally, I am on my way !"

Immediately he started to daydream about life at college, what the other students would be like and how he would finally be able to live on his own, even if he was living with Mrs. …'s cousin. And there were going to be GIRLS at college. As he thought about this, he could feel his cock begin to erect. He had not been allowed to date all through high school so his sex life had consisted solely of masturbation driven by whatever fantasies he could dream up. He even thought about how aroused he got when his mother inspected his body, took his temperature and especially when she gave him enemas. He even got excited when she spanked him. It made him ashamed, but he could not deny his feelings.

So lost was he in his fantasies that he was startled to see a road sign that said "Marin College 10 miles. "Wow," he said out loud. "I can't believe I am here already." He easily followed the directions to Mrs. Whiply's and in a few minutes was pulling into her driveway. It was a large brick home on a heavily wooded lot from which no other homes could be seen. "Nice digs, he muttered to himself.

He wondered what she would be like. He knew that she was about ten years younger than his mother, but he had never seen a picture. As he shut the engine off, the front door of the house swung open and out came a beautiful woman with long jet-black hair. "Surely she couldn't be Mrs. Whiply," he thought to himself. She was in her early thirties, but this woman looked much younger, much closer to Jason's age than his mother's.

"You must be Jason. I'm Jane Whiply. Welcome to my home. My, Betty wasn't kidding when she said you were quite a looker!"

Jason was speechless and spellbound. He was expecting a frumpy, unattractive widow. But standing before him was a goddess – probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. All he could do was stare and try to stutter an introduction, but not a word came out.

"You are Jason Miller, aren't you ?" she said laughing at his embarrassment.

"Y… Y… Yes ma'm. Yes I am." He was now so flustered that what little poise he had, completely evaporated in front of his new landlady. Jason was bright red and his embarrassment was made all the worse because of Mrs. Whiply obvious amusement over his self-imposed predicament.

"Glad to meet you Jason. Why don't you get your things inside and I'll have Peter show you to your room. Once we get you settled, we'll have some dinner and then we can talk about the house rules."

"Rules?" He thought. That word did nothing to ease his discomfort.

Jane turned toward the house. "Peter, come out here and meet Jason."

After a few seconds, a boy about Jason's age appeared in the doorway and came towards them. Peter was wearing only a brief pair of gym shorts and seemed slightly awkward as he approached. Like Jason, but had a well-defined almost hairless body, although he was a slightly bigger boy. Jason became even more unnerved as he realized his instant attraction to him.

"Peter, say hello to Jason. Be a good boy and help him bring his things to his room."

Somewhat nervously, Peter reached out to shake Jason's hand and said, "Nice to meet you Jason."

Jason tentatively shook Peter's hand and stammered a similar, but barely audible greeting. He was surprised by his reaction to the other boy and more than a little confused by his very skimpy attire. Jason could clearly see the outline of Peter's penis through the gym shorts indicating that he was wearing nothing underneath. Did he have no modesty? Was he not embarrassed to be seen like that in front of Mrs. Whiply ?

"Well, shall we all go inside and get settled?" the awkward silence broken by a still smiling Jane Whiply. "Jason, you don't have much time to get unpacked and cleaned up before dinner. So be a good boy and show me how quick you can be."

Jason, still somewhat awestruck, didn't notice that Jane was speaking to him as though he was still a young boy, just like his mother. The boys opened the car trunk and began unloading Jason's clothing and other possessions. Quickly, they brought them into the house and Peter led the way upstairs to Jason's new room. It was a big, comfortably furnished room with a sturdy looking four-post double bed.

The two boys put Jason's bags down and Peter began showing him where everything was. "The bathroom is through the door over there," he said pointing to the opposite side of the room. "My room is on the other side of the bathroom. We have to share it, I'm afraid."

"Oh, I will be sure to knock first in case you are using it," Jason responded almost apologetically. Given his own experience, he was especially sensitive to privacy.

"Thanks, but Mrs. Whiply doesn't allow that. She is funny about teenage boys; thinks all we do is play with ourselves so we have to leave the door open when we are using the bathroom. Pretty crazy, huh? And dude, it is so humiliating. Sometimes she walks right in on me when I am taking a dump." Makes me feel like I was a little boy. But you get used to it after a while."

"Oh no! I can't believe it. My mother does the same thing to me. It makes me feel the same way – like a little kid. Now it is going to be even worse cause I don't even know her and she is such a knockout too. I can't let her see me that way. Fuck her, man. She can just take a hike. I am closing the door when I want to," Jason said defiantly.

"Hey man, you better watch that mouth. If she hears you swearing, you will regret it. She'll give your butt a spanking like you've never had before."

"Well fuck that, she is not going to touch me and she isn't going to watch while I take a shit!" Jason was sounding even more defiant.

"Hey buddy, I don't know you very well yet, but let me tell you, I had the same attitude when I got here, but I got over it. Just wasn't worth fighting her. She's tough, but she also really cares about me, so I figured it was better to cooperate. Now I kinda like the attention," Peter said blushing a little. He let that last piece slip out accidentally and glanced at Jason to see his reaction.

"Really?" Jason said in shocked disbelief. He flashed back to the instances with his mother that caused him to get a hard on. "You mean it Peter?"

Peter was desperately trying to interpret Jason's body language to see what he should say next. Then he just decided that his new friend would find out sooner or later anyway. "Yeah, I know it sounds weird, but it does sometimes turn me on." Peter was now beet red with embarrassment and Jason could see through his thin shorts that he was also starting to get hard.

"What's going on in here boys?" A woman's voice came from the doorway.

"Uh, nothing Mrs. Whiply I was just showing Jason around and telling him some of the rules," Peter sheepishly replied.

"Well, hurry it up. Jason needs to unpack and shower before dinner, so snap it up. And Jason, did Peter tell you about my bathroom door policy ?"

"Ah, yeah, I guess so, but I hope you won't mind if I close the door. I tend to be a little shy Mrs. Whiply," he said with far less defiance than just a few short moments ago.

"Jason, we will go over all of the rules later, but let's get one thing clear right from the start so it will be easier on both of us. As long as you are under my roof, you will do as I say – no questions, no back talk and no defiance. You will do as you are told, when you are told and that means no closed bathroom doors. If you follow the rules, we will get along fine. Break them at your own risk." Without another word, Jane turned on her heels and headed downstairs to the kitchen, leaving Jason with his jaw dropped and Peter with an "I told you so" smirk on his face.

Jason was the first to speak. "Dude, what just happened? I didn't even hear her coming. Is she for real? I mean, she just can't order me around like that."

"She can't huh? Just wait and see, and don't say I didn't warn you."

Jason, not knowing what to say, started to unpack and put his things away. As soon as he finished he headed for the bathroom to shower. As he reached to close the door, he paused to ponder his next move, and then in one defiant motion, he slammed the door shut and attempted to lock it only to discover that there was no lock. Peter just shook his head, muttering to himself, "he'll just have to learn the hard way."

Jason stripped off his clothes and jumped in the shower. In a flash he washed, grabbed a towel and dried himself off. Just as he was finishing the door flew open and there stood Jane Whiply. Reflexively, he covered himself with his towel, but said not a word. He didn't need to. His face said it all and Jane knew at that instant that he would be easy to tame. Jason looked like a deer frozen in the headlights of an oncoming car.

"Young man, was there something unclear about what I said before?" she scolded

"No ma'am, but I thought because I was new here and that because I told you that I was a little shy, you wouldn't mind." Jason was now frightened.

"I run a proper house. I know what teenage boys do behind closed doors and I won't tolerate it in my home. Do you understand ?"

Ah, yes Mrs. Whiply. I just wanted a little privacy so I could take a shower. I didn't do anything like you are thinking. I don't do that."

"Don't make matters worse by lying to me you naughty boy. Obviously, you need to be taught to behave. I thought after talking with your dear mother that you were an obedient boy. She told me that she has the same rule in her home and that you are punished when you violate it. I was hoping this wouldn't be necessary, but obviously I was mistaken. Jason, give me your towel."

Jason could not believe his ears. This woman who he had met only an hour earlier was standing in his bathroom with him covered only by a towel and now she wanted to take that meager protection away from him. He would be totally naked. His face was now as red as a fire engine and he wanted to run to his car and drive away.

"You heard me young man. Give me your towel. Peter, come in here at once. I want you to witness this."

Peter was in the bathroom doorway in seconds, transfixed by the sight before him.

Jason still hesitated, but the look on his face was one of desperation rather than defiance. Now it was even worse than he could have imagined. His humiliation would be not just in front of Mrs. Whiply but in front of his new roommate as well. How could this be happening to him?

"You naughty boy. You haven't been in my home for a full hour and already you are misbehaving. If you do not hand me that towel this instant, I will call your mother and tell her about what a bad boy you are."

He couldn't bear to have his mother know about this. She had warned him to behave and to be absolutely obedient to Mrs. Whiply. Surely she couldn't have meant this – or could she? It took him not more than a millisecond to answer his own question He slowly pulled the towel away from his naked body and moved it in Mrs. Whiply's direction.

"That's a good boy. Come over here and hand me the towel." She was adding to the humiliation by forcing him to walk it over to her.

He took three small steps before he could reach far enough to hand it to her. Jane took the towel from him and Jason instantly covered his privates with his hands. Peter was standing behind and just to the right of Mrs. Whiply so he had an unobstructed view of Jason. "Don't you dare cover yourself. Hands on your head right now. Bad little boys like you are not entitled to any modesty."

Tears were now welling up in Jason's eyes. Slowly he moved his hands away from his penis and testicles and lifted them to his head. Jane now was in complete control and she was reveling in her triumph over the new boy. "Poor innocent boy," she thought to herself, "but what a well-developed boy he is. This was going to be so much fun."

"I am glad you are finally behaving Jason. Don't you feel better when you are being obedient," she asked rhetorically.

He could not muster a response other than to look down at the floor.

"I didn't hear your answer Jason," she demanded. "Speak up so Peter and I can both hear you."

"Uh, ye-yes ma'am," he stammered.

"Look at me when I am addressing you. Have you forgotten all your manners just since you left home this morning?"

Jason slowly raised his head until his eyes met hers. Jane glared at him. He could see Peter over her shoulder staring intently at him.

"That's more like it young man. If you continue to behave like this, we will get along just fine. See what a good boy he can be Peter." Her remark was deliberately intended to further humiliate Jason. "Yes, I think you and I are going to do just fine together, aren't we Jason?"

"Yes ma'am," he whispered.

"Good boy. Since we seem to have an understanding and because you are new to my home, I am not going to punish you this time. However, don't mistake my lenience for weakness. The next time you disobey, you will be severely punished. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am," he said in an even softer whisper.

"Now that that is settled, and while you are still nude, your mother asked me to inspect your body after you shower to be sure that you got everything clean. According to her, you sometimes miss spots." She was thoroughly enjoying his humiliation as well as the sight of his beautifully shaped body.

Jason was, if it was possible, even more mortified. How could his mother do this to him? "Please Mrs. Whiply, do you really have to do that? It is so embarrassing and I did wash everywhere." He was practically begging.

"Not another word out of you young man or I will reconsider my decision not to spank you." Jane took a seat on the toilet so she could better position herself for the task at hand.

Jason looked at her, then at Peter who was still transfixed on the scene that was unfolding before his eyes, and then in total resignation lowered his head. Peter felt sorry for the new boy, but was also strangely attracted to he him. He really did have a perfectly chiseled body and the most innocent, beautiful face. His blond hair, blues eyes and full lips were making Peter noticeably excited. Peter started to panic that Jason and especially Mrs. Whiply would notice that his skimpy gym shorts were tenting. She had ordered him into the bathroom to witness Jason's discipline and he dared not leave lest he find himself in the same desperate circumstance as his new housemate. Besides, he was so captivated by what he was seeing that he couldn't even take his eyes away from Jason's crotch, let alone leave the room.

"OK Jason, come over here so I can have a good look at you."

Jason, just wanting to get this humiliation over with as quickly as possible, stepped the few feet until he was standing directly in front of his new surrogate mother. Jane stood up and looked in and behind each of the mortified boy's ears. "Good job so far Jason. Now, hands behind your head so I can check your underarms." Slowly Jason complied. Jane leaned into each armpit to see if she could detect any odor. This was even worse than his mother's inspections, he thought to himself. "Why Jason, you are beginning to impress me. Your underarms smell perfectly clean. Good boy!"

With that done, she sat back down on the toilet. "Now, let's see how well you did down here, shall we? Peter, come closer so you can see how this is done. When I am not around, I want you to inspect Jason for me." Again, Jason could not believe what he was hearing. Not only was she going to subject him to the worst kind of indignities, she was now going to put a boy who was only a year older than him in charge of his personal hygiene.

Peter was equally shocked that he was to be assigned the task of ensuring Jason's cleanliness. His erection was practically popping out of the top of his shorts and did not escape Jane's attention. "So," she thought to herself, "Peter is enjoying this." She quickly decided to pretend not to notice, but to save this knowledge for another time. "Pull that stool in the corner over by me and sit down Peter so you can see how this should be done. This is very important to Jason's mother and I promised her that I would be responsible for his hygiene."

"Ah, ah OK Mrs. Whiply," Peter, grateful for the chance to sit so his hard cock would be less noticeable as well as to get a better look, quickly complied and sat down right next to Jane. He was now directly at eye level with the other boy's genitals.

Jason jumped and pulled away as Jane took a firm hold of his penis. "Don't you dare pull away from me and get those hands back on your head so they won't get in the way. Any more of that and I will be forced to discipline you," she scolded.

"Ye… yes ma'am." Jason, wanting for his ordeal to end, stepped forward and obediently placed his hands back behind his head.

Jane took his penis in hand one more time and stretched it out to its full length. "Pay close attention Peter. As you can see, Jason is circumcised so keeping this area clean is less of a problem, but he does have some excess skin so it is important to pull it back as far as possible so you can wash under the head of the penis." She leaned forward so she could smell below the head of his penis and, making a sour face, quickly pulled her head away. "As you can tell by the odor, Jason has not done a very good job of washing his penis."

Jason was as humiliated as he had ever been and Mrs. Whiply's handling of his penis was achieving her desired effect – his penis was getting hard, not just with her and Peter watching, but with her actually holding it. He wished that the floor would just open up and swallow him. The poor boy was horrified.

"As you can see Peter, our new resident has a hard time controlling himself. This is why young boys need such strict supervision. Otherwise they would get into so much trouble doing nasty things to themselves. Since I have caught you right in the act several times Peter, you know what I am talking about, don't you?" She decided that Peter needed to be reminded of his own vulnerable status. Just because a new boy was in the house, she did not want him to think that he no longer needed her supervision. "And don't think that I didn't see that erection you got when you were watching me examine Jason."

Peter immediately blushed bright red and looked down towards the floor. It was the first moment his gaze was not fixed on Jason's genitals. "Yes Mrs. Whiply you are right. I do have problems controlling myself and need your guidance to keep me pure."

Jason was surprised at Peter's complete submission to this horrible woman who was making him suffer through the worst humiliation of his young life. He swore this would never happen to him, although his erection made him realize that, just as with his mother, he was excited by these strange sensations. He did think that Mrs. Whiply knew a lot about how he behaved when he was able to be alone and he wondered whether he really did need closer supervision. It was all so confusing to him.

"Now as I was saying Peter, Jason needs to do a better job of washing his penis so I am going to demonstrate to both of you how it should be done. Get a washcloth Peter and soak it with some hot water, then bring it to me with a bar of soap."

Peter immediately did as he was told and gave both the wet washcloth and soap to her. She rubbed the cloth against the cloth several times and then took Jason's still erect penis in one hand. "It will actually help with this demonstration that Jason is erect because it will be easier to pull his extra skin back, thus fully exposing the head of his penis. Now just be still Jason and I don't want to see those hands of yours move from your head. Do you understand ?"

"Yes ma'am," he whispered.

"Take the soapy washcloth and scrub the entire penis like this." She encircled the boy's erect penis with the washcloth and rubbed it up and down the shaft several times. With her free hand, she cupped Jason's testicles and held them tightly. Then, with the skin pulled tightly back, she scrubbed the entire underside of the head. "This is the most important part, boys. Now you try it Peter." She handed the soapy cloth to Peter.

By now, the conflict within him was so great that he did not even attempt to protest the fact that another boy would be touching the most private part of his body. Even though his humiliation was intense, the stroking of his penis was bringing him to the brink of orgasm. His mind was swirling with emotion and what really mattered at that moment was the intense pleasure emanating from his penis.

Peter took the cloth and hesitantly wrapped it around the other boy's swelled cock. He had never touched another boy's penis before and it excited him enormously. His own cock got even harder and he knew it was dripping precum. Slowly at first and then more rapidly, he scrubbed Jason's penis. Then as he had been instructed, he carefully washed the underside of the head. Peter liked this new feeling and got bolder. He decided to stroke the shaft more to be sure it passed Mrs. Whiply's inspection, and just as she had done, his other hand cupped the boy's scrotum. Peter could feel Jason's scrotum begin to tighten and knew that could mean only one thing.

"Please ma'am," Jason stuttered. He would be so mortified if he had an orgasm in front of the woman and boy. "I think I am clean now." Please stop now."

Jane new what was about to happen and she wasn't about to stop. "I will decide when you are clean enough. Go ahead Peter. I want to make sure you get enough practice so you will be able to keep Jason clean whenever he fails to properly do it himself."

Just as she got the last word out, Jason knew it was already too late as he felt the spasms start. "Aaaaargggggggggggg, oh nooooooooooo, pleeeeeeze." A shot of Jason's semen hit Peter right in the middle of his forehead. Another landed in his hair. The intensity of his orgasm was greater than he had ever felt. Peter was too shocked to say anything. He just kept stroking Jason's cock as fast as he could. Jason nearly collapsed on top of him.

"Well, you really can't control yourself can you? We are going to have a lot of training ahead of us. I can see that right now." She could feel moisture flowing down her thighs and she did her best to keep her composure. "Let me have the washcloth Peter so I can get Jason cleaned up again. My word! You boys are just incorrigible." With that, she grabbed the cloth from Peter and began scrubbing Jason's still very sensitive penis yet again. He could hardly stand it and began squirming as she thoroughly scoured his organ. "Stand still you naughty boy!"

Jason did his best to obey, but he was now quite beside himself with embarrassment. What would she think of him now? Would she tell his mother about his perverted behavior? He was practically in tears.

"There now. I think that will do for now," she said as if proud of her handiwork. "Now just one more part left and we will be done. Turn around Jason, spread your legs as wide as you can for me and grab your ankles. I need to check your bottom. Boys always do such a bad job there. I can't tell you how many times I have had to clean Peter's dirty bottom. I just don't understand how you boys can be so dirty."

Peter once again turned beet red. He did not want anyone, least of all the new boy, to know about this. As it is, he was going to have trouble looking Jason in the eye again. He just hung his head in shame.

Meanwhile, Jason was not sure what to do. Did she really mean for him to actually expose the most intimate part of his body to her? Surely he could be spared this final indignity.

"Jason!" What did I just tell you to do?"

Jason paused, then in complete submission, slowly turned and did as he was ordered by the woman who was now his virtual mistress. When he had grabbed his ankles, he felt her warm hands parting his cheeks.

"That's much better Jason. Now let me get a good look and then you can get up and dress for dinner. Hmmmm, looks like you did an acceptable job here young man. I want you to be sure to clean your bottom this well every day. And be sure you do as thorough a job on your penis next time. I never want to smell it again. Do you understand me?"

"Yes ma'am," he whispered. "May I get up now?"

"Yes Jason. However, even though I am not going to spank you or tell your mother about your little act of defiance earlier, I think some form of punishment is in order – something that will be a continuing reminder to you that I am in charge in this house. What I think is most appropriate is that until further notice, you are to completely undress as soon as you get home for classes and stay that way until you leave for school the next morning."

"B…but Mrs. Whiply, that's …"

"Not another word Jason or I will add a severe spanking to your punishment. And being naked means no covering yourself with your hands. I'll have none of that. You will report to me as soon as you are nude, standing straight with your hands at your sides. Are we clear on this young man?"

"But Mrs. Wh…"

She cut him off with a stern glare that made him understand that he was treading on thin ice. "Yes ma'am," he said , almost whimpering. His head was spinning and he started to feel dizzy. Even his mother was no match for this woman. What had he gotten himself into?

"So I am glad we understand each other Jason. I want both of you boys downstairs for dinner in five minutes. And Jason, your punishment begins right now, so don't you dare show up downstairs in anything but your birthday suit." With that, Jane Whiply got up from her throne and marched downstairs to put the finishing touches on the boy's dinner.

After she left, Jason looked at his roommate and with a tear in his eye, admitted that Peter was right. Gone was any pretence of defiance. He, like Peter, was now Mrs. Whiply's boy.