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Sister Agatha was a rather strange woman, very concerned in many ways for all of us in the Home. She worked long hours on the small farm attached to the Home during the day and also supervised us at night. But shortly after ariving at the Home I began to realise that the good Sister had one or two little weaknesses. And that would be putting it rather mildly. Agatha seemed to be very fond of all of the boys and indeed she was. She was fonder still of our penises and testicles. In fact she had a terrible weakness for what we had between our legs. I was thirteen when I arrived at the Home. I was placed in a small room near her night office, rather than in the Dormitory. Being rather outgoing and not by any means shy, I soon got to know the other boys. The good Sister came for me on the second night. She smiled, took me by the arm and led me to her office, closing the door behind her. She spent the next half hour talking to me, asking me questions, and telling me about the Home. She told me that the Home was rather poor and did not have much resources but that she would look after me and see to it that I was well treated. She said that if I was a good boy and did everything she said I would have a good time and she would make sure of that. I liked her and felt happy that she had taken the time to talk to me so I was not in the least bit concerned at her next words.
She held out her hand. " Come here and sit on my lap" she said gently. Without any hesitation, her words still in my mind, I did as she asked. " You are a very pretty lad" she whispered, " a very pretty lad indeed". She was gently stroking my chest and stomach. Somehow I knew what was coming next. It was not the first time I had felt a womans hands stroking me like that. The young sluts who were employed to look after us in my previous Home had been very free with their hands. But somehow it never botherd me, in fact I had learned a lot from those rather dirty minded girls. I reckoned that I knew a lot more about sexual matters than the other boys. Agatha had one arm around my waist holding me close to her. Her other hand began to slip down, lower and lower. Then she grasped me by the groin. She was breathing heavily now. I could feel her fingers probing and squeezing throught the fabric of my pyjamas. " Open them for me now" she whispered. My mind was racing now, I taught of what she had said to me, how nice she had been, I had to do as she asked. All she wanted was for me to open my pants for her and to let her feel my genitals. I slowly undid the buttons. " Pull them down, pull them down" she whispered. I pulled them down to my ankles. She let out a long loud moan as she grasped the now bare flesh between my legs. Her fingers probed my scrotum searching out the contents. She was muttering to herself, I could barely hear what she was saying. " Your stones, your lovely stones" she muttered as her fingers probed, " you have them in you still, in your pretty sac, open your legs for me now, open them wide, I am not going to hurt you, I am not going to give you the knife. By now my penis was so stiff I was not really listening. But I did hear a few moments later when she asked me if I knew that boys could be castrated just like little boars. I was just about to discover her other little weakness.
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