Brotherly Love

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Brotherly Love

By, Running Bare

When I was three, my mother was killed in a head on collision by some asshole who didn’t think twice about drinking and driving. He ended up in prison for vehicular homicide, but I ended up without a mother and a very lonely father. That’s why when he met Monica, my stepmom, it seemed everyone was happy. I was lucky enough to add a new older brother as well.

Rick is almost seven years older than I am, and I idolized him from even before Dad and my new Mom married. Rick was always very protective and kind to me. I loved them both.

Rick would often include me in his social activities. Sometimes he’d even take me with him on dates. I think it was that most of his girlfriends found me “cute”. I’m almost sure he used me as a chick magnet, but to this day he’d deny it. Don’t get me wrong, though, I didn’t mind being used as such. Not even a little. The girls would hug and kiss me, rub my head, back and sometimes legs. They treated me as they would any little kid. Up until I was around eight some of them would want to hold me in their laps.

To say all that female attention didn’t feed my ego would be a lie. But the most thrilling part of it was seeing my big brother build a little resentment when they gave me more attention than they gave him. And, if Rick showed any resentment toward me, I would always be defended by his date. He always got over the jealousy though.

When I started the third grade, Mom put an end to me going on dates with him. She said he and his girlfriends needed time to themselves and I needed to find something else to do.

Fast forward four years and there I stood, almost twelve and having agreed to what I considered the deal of my lifetime. My eighteen-year-old brother Rick and his friend Sammy were taking me to Sammy’s parents’ lakefront cabin for a week. Mom and Dad had given their blessing with some ground rules.

My list was simple—you are to do whatever your brother tells you to do. You aren’t to swim or go boating alone. When you are in the boat (and this was addressed to both of us) you must wear a life vest.

Rick’s was a bit more complex. He had to make sure you watch your little brother all the time. You are permitted to make him mind (shorthand for you can punish him if you think he needs it). If there are any problems call us and we’ll come and get him. You are to call us every night.

According to Sam, his parents were pretty explicit. No girls overnight. No alcohol. No parties. Clean-up the cabin before you come home.

It was evident they were still a bit skeptical that we boys could pull this unaccompanied stay off without problems. I could see the nervousness in Mom’s eyes. I think she was more worried about me going than allowing Rick the privilege.

Packing for the outing wasn’t difficult as Rick kind of helped me with the planning. “Take your bathing suit, a couple pair of shorts and a couple of t’s. You won’t need underwear because we usually go commando. Makes you feel free when you free ball it.”

I idolized my big brother, but the whole shorts thing and “free balling” idea didn’t sit well with me. I was highly what Mom called body shy. I hated exposing my legs so the whole idea of no underwear was really a stretch. But, what the hell, I wanted to be with the “big” boys and if that’s how they rolled, I was on board.

Another problem for Mom and Dad was the concern about my being timid to be fully exposed when boys and men were supposed to “suck it up and be a man”. Places like locker rooms or times when boys were required to skinny dip. During bath and shower time Mom, and Dad for that matter, were locked out of the bathroom. Hell, I didn’t let Rick see me naked if I could avoid it.

The body shyness, I think, was directly attributable to my stepmother’s friends and relatives on both sides. As long as I could remember, the females in my life complemented my legs and it embarrassed me. Add to that comments about my “handsomeness” often coming from strangers and you get the picture. I can still remember two of my aunts sharing observations of my penis with Mom. I was six and during backyard swims all prepubescent boys were required to be naked for some reason. Without fail one or more of the female contingent would call attention to how well-endowed I was.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary on those occasions for one or two of the adult female spectators to call me over to fondle my penis and scrotum for a minute or two. As I recall, it always resulted in an erection. They’d all laugh and the woman who “handled” me would pat my bare backside and send me on my way.

Notably, the comments of adult women who were present during those times of forced nudity were ignored until I was eight. It was at that age I became aware of the term “well hung”. The ladies, most of whom were still actively engaged in playing with my penis and scrotum during visits, had used the term frequently. Until I was eight or nine, I had no idea what that meant. After my ten-year-old next door neighbor, Billy, explained it to me, I became a bit self-conscious. I started wanting to cover up those specific body parts to protect myself from those kinds of comments.

Out of curiosity on that day when Billy and I were sent to his bedroom to put our clothes on, I suggested we use the ruler in his “arts and crafts” cigar box to measure our wieners. He giggled and was eager to comply. Now, mind you, I was eight and Billy was ten. He insisted on measuring each other rather than measuring ourselves. I was okay with that. I remember him jabbing that six inch ruler into my pubis and lifting my flaccid member next to it. Mine? Just a little over two and a half inches from pubis to the tip of my circumcised head. His? About an inch and three quarters from point to point.

By the time we completed gathering the data we both were hard. So, as you’d expect, we repeated the measures more from amusement of feeling each other’s penises than curiosity. Mine? A little over three and a half inches. His about two and a half. We reasoned his should have been longer because he was two years older.

Other experiences over time caused me to compare other boys’ penises with mine. In the community pool locker rooms and during skinny dipping at family and friends’ houses, I always copped a glance. It was then I started thinking I was some kind of freak. Most of the other boys were more in line with Billy’s than mine.

I believe that was the onset of my body shyness. From that summer on, I argued each time I was ordered to be naked by either parent. It wasn’t until I was nine or so that my arguments became effective.

One of the stipulations my Dad made in agreeing to let me go that summer was giving Rick the authority to take a belt to my backside if he thought it necessary. I found that bothersome, but Rick had never spanked me before even when he babysat and I warranted a spanking, so that remark was water off a duck’s back. He’d never do that.

Sammy came by the following day. His parents had lent him his Mom’s car for the week. As I ran out to the waiting car with my backpack, Rick sauntered behind. We were all excited about this, for better words, right of passage—allowing us to be completely on our own for a week.

I was a bit uncomfortable with the whole free balling thing but I have to admit Rick was right. There was a certain “airiness” or freedom when your package was minimally covered. And, yeah, it felt better than being compressed in my jockey shorts. That said, I know Mom wouldn’t have approved of it. I imagined the complaints of skid marks on our shorts. It was bad enough she sometimes mentioned them when telling us to do a better job cleaning ourselves.

The shorts I was wearing were more like trunks. They had the wide legs that stopped a couple of inches down my thighs. It occurred to me that when I sat and spread my legs it could very well give a straight visual shot of my goods. I made a mental note to make sure to keep my legs together when I sat.

After the seventy-five-mile trip, we pulled off the main road and slowly pulled down the well potholed side road to the cabin. There were similar abodes to the left and right. I was excited. It was warm, the car windows were down and the smell of the pine trees filled the air. Sam pulled alongside their family retreat and we all jumped out. I could see the lakefront directly ahead of us and couldn’t wait to jump off the dock.

We unpacked the groceries Sam’s mother sent and he unlocked the door. The musty cabin smell surrounded us. That smell just made my excitement grow. Sam asked me to go around and open the windows. One thing the getaway didn’t have was air-conditioning. Who cared?

Rick asked for the keys to the car. He and I would empty out the luggage from the trunk. I happily followed my big brother to do my part. He stuck the key in the trunk, opened it, to expose our backpacks and a couple boxes of other supplies. He handed me a box of linens and had me take them in. I returned and Rick had the trunk empty except for my backpack. I reached in to grab it and he stopped me suggesting I change for swimming. The reasoning was we would be living in our swim attire unless we had to go somewhere. I had no problem with that until he told me to change out there behind the car.

I questioned why I couldn’t change in the cabin. There weren’t any neighbors within view of the cabin, but stripping out there in the driveway made absolutely no sense to me. Rick pressed the issue, “Come on just get your shorts and shirt off and get ready to swim. If you hurry no one will catch you. I’ll find your bathing suit.

I stood there without removing anything and Rick got pissed. Sam came out, I think to see what the hell was keeping us. Rick explained he wanted me to get ready to swim and I was giving him a hard time about stripping out there in the driveway. Sam, I think in a way to calm matters and reassure me we wouldn’t be in anyone’s view offered to change right there himself. He slid off his shirt, then his shorts exposing his bushy adult penis and testicles. He sauntered over to his pack and took his time fishing around for his suit. There was no attempt to cover his goods. In fact, he stood there with his suit in hand, making no attempt at putting it on.

“Okay your turn, Jack. See how simple it is?”

It did appear simple. I reluctantly followed his example. Rick took my shorts and t-shirt leaving me totally naked except for my Nikes. I reached for my backpack but Rick whisked it up and away from my grasp. He threw the damn thing back in the trunk along with my clothes and slammed the lid. My still bald penis began to harden. “You my dear boy will be naked all the time unless I tell you to wear something. Mom and Dad made me promise to keep you naked the whole week. If we go to town or something, I’ll let you wear shorts and maybe a t-shirt but otherwise you’re naked, Buddy.”

“What? Moooom and Daaaddd told you to do this to me?”

Sam confessed, “Yeah, they did. I was there when they told Rick to do it. They even asked for pictures, Little Buddy.”

I stood there containing my erect penis with both hands, “I don’t believe you guys. Call ‘em!”

With that Rick pressed the screen on the cellphone. “Hi, Mom, we’re here safe and sound and I have Jack naked as the day he was born. Ooopppss, that is if he was born with Nikes on. He wants to talk to you.”

Mom confirmed Rick’s story. She told me that Dad and she had decided to use the last year of me being a little boy to become more comfortable with my body and this was a good way to start. I teared up and started a mini pleading session. She just kept reassuring me I’d be alright. She attested that everyone knew what little boys looked like and no one would be anything but happy to see me naked. Her final reassurance was that I’d get used to it.

I begged to come home. Mom quickly nixed that idea and Rick and Sam both said that wasn’t going to happen. They “weren’t going to travel seventy-five miles because some eleven-year-old didn’t like being naked at the lake.”

I followed my brother and his friend into the cabin. I was conscious of my penis as it swung back and forth with each step.

“Damned he is pretty well hung for an eleven-year-old, isn’t he?” Sam had to rub it in.

To which Rick replied, “Yeah, and as you know, it doesn’t run in the family!” They both laughed.

Rick patted my bare ass with his hand as a way of encouragement. Then he said what he could have avoided all day. “Don’t worry, Little Brother, we aren’t going to have any girls over today. Just relax. Hey, let’s go out and swim.”

The last part evaded me at first. The bit about girls did catch my attention. What the hell did he mean girls?

“What girls?”

“Oh, you don’t expect Sam and me not to have some girls over. I mean we’re batching it. I know you’re still a little awkward around the ‘fairer sex’, but give it a year or two and you’ll understand.”

Being naked and having the threat of being seen by anyone other than these two dorks was a bit problematic for me. I decided rather than grovel with my brother I’d accept that he was just teasing about such things and ignore it.

“No, let’s go out and swim. Besides I need some pictures and video clips of you enjoying life naked for Mom and Dad. I promised them I’d get some. Shit I could text them to them and they could enjoy in real time. Whataya’ say, Sport? Swimming time?”

Sam scared me with his tease. “Or we could run a hook thru his worm and throw him in and see if we could catch something.” I knew it was meant to scare me, and it did, but soon I shook off the fear. “If this was Florida, we could troll for alligators that way!” Very funny, ha, ha!

Then he actually pinched the tip of my penis and shook it saying, “I hear they just love tender young pecker heads. They’re like peanuts—snack food for them!” I pushed his hand away and he and my brother just laughed.

I wasn’t in a teasing mood. And, just what made him think he could feel my penis like that? I wrote it off as what Dad referred to as “grab ass play”. It was evident his intention wasn’t molestation but more designed to irritate and tease me further. Whichever, it did both.

“Let’s go Jack. Time for the lake.” Rick pushed the issue.

I went coyly worrying about fishermen (or women), boaters and water skiers, other swimmers, or whoever we might encounter when I got down there. Here we had trees and brush to guard against being seen. Down at the lake it was wide-open for the viewing. I did remember it was usually very quiet, but the opportunity to be on exhibit did exist. My plan? Wade out to about navel depth and stay there.

“Quit covering your dick. Makes you look like you’re playing with it!” Rick ordered.

“I can’t help it. This is embarrassing. Why don’t you let me get my bathing suit? I won’t tell Mom or Dad you let me wear it. They’ll never know.”

“What? You don’t think tan lines Mom will see won’t give you away? I mean if you’re naked your tan will be smooth and clean—chest, legs, dick, balls and backside all the same color! Besides, I like looking at you naked. So will anyone else who sees you. Just remember nobody who sees you naked knows who you are so what’s the big deal? Oh shit, I forgot my cellphone. Gotta send Mom and Dad pics and videos of you. Be right back. Don’t go in the water until I get back, understand?”

I nodded my acknowledgement about waiting.

Rick left and I wandered behind two bushes to block the view of anyone who might be passing on the lake. Good first call as within a minute or two a boat pulling a water skier passed within a hundred feet of the dock. Talk about the feeling of vulnerability. Had I been where Rick left me, I’d have been ripe for being discovered.

There was an audible click from behind me. Rick held his cellphone up and informed me he’d completed the first of many images of me. The bare ass edition would soon be on its way to Mom and Dad as soon as he took some frontal images to accompany it.

“Let’s get one thing straight, you may never cover your dick or your balls with your hands or anything else. Mom and Dad are expecting some good images to share with friends and relatives, aaaaannnd, as Mom puts it, your future girlfriends. Lucky you. Just sayin’ little brother, you cover up and I’ll have to take a belt to your bare ass. So, help me out here and we’ll be good.”

“Why do you need pictures of my front? Just send the back pictures.”

“You know what people want to see and it isn’t your ass. Everybody’s got one of those and they all look pretty similar. No, you are hung like a race horse and they want everyone to have a chance to see it. I heard Mom telling Dad she wished she could allow everyone to feel it too. Lucky for you that’s not very likely. Just bear with me and I’m pretty sure she’ll back off after you get some hair down there. She likes to show off her ‘babies’.”

Rick went about taking as many pictures of me as he could as evidence he was complying with orders from home. Frankly, I think he enjoyed both the challenge and embarrassing me. On the other hand, I found my quest to be making it as difficult for him to follow those orders as I could. Sam? Well, Sam was amused by the whole thing often teasing me about my shyness and at times jokingly encouraging my brother to “Beat his ass with a belt. I would love to watch that.”. Kidding I hope, but, hey, Sam was Sam.

It must have been the third day. Sam and Rick decided they needed “provisions”. That boiled down to bags of various snack foods. They took the landmark step to allow me to stay a home and play video games or go with them. My question was how in the hell they would explain a naked boy walking around the grocery store. No, I’d stay home bare as the day I was born and play the games. I think Rick had reservations telling me to come along and he’d allow me to wear shorts, but only shorts, while we were in the store. My thinking was that would still be too much skin to be out in public. They left me at the cabin after Rick outlined the expected prohibitions.

About three hours later, as I sat naked, cross-legged on the living room floor, playing one of the antiquated video games Sam had, I heard the car pull in. Then the subtle thump of a car doors closing. I briefly thought about helping them carry in whatever, but chose instead to continue my game. Then the sound of another door closing and still another. I dismissed the additional thumps with them unloading the purchases from the back seat.

As I continued slaying dragons, I was jolted to reality by the sounds of high-pitched voices and what were definitely female giggles. The screen door slammed shut. Next thing I knew…

“Oh, he’s a cutie! And he’s naked too!” No mistaking it, it was an unfamiliar female voice.

“Stand up, Honey. Let us get a look at you.” Another unfamiliar female voice.

I looked over my shoulder and sure enough there stood my brother, Sam, and two girls in teenaged summer attire. My penis immediately straightened up. I tried to think of an evasive exit from the uncomfortable situation. There was none.

Sam, with a shit-eating grin, repeated, “Stand up Jack, let the girls get a good look at you!”

Rick stood there without saying a word to protect me. He didn’t say a damn thing. But he was also smiling. Oh yeah, they were enjoying my embarrassment.

What was I supposed to do? There was no way I was going to see this cup pass. They were positioned in a solid line between me and the privacy of the bedrooms and bathroom. No way, even covering with my hands, I couldn’t get by them without a show. Besides, I wouldn’t put it past Sam to grab me and force my hands apart to expose my junk to these teen girls.

I rose holding my package. My cut glans couldn’t be fully enclosed and was peeking out above my clasped hands. I know I must have been red as a beet with resentment.

The taller girl commented, “Oh my God, he’s a really good-looking kid. Does he always play naked?”

Rick found his voice, “Jack, this is Joanie and this is Claire. We met them in town and they wanted to come out to the cabin for the afternoon.”

She spoke again, “Honey, don’t be so shy. You can move your hands. Claire and I have baby sat boys. Heck, I have a little brother your age. I see him naked all the time and so has Claire. We know what penises look like.”

Rick spoke again. This time with some authority, “Put your hands down. You can’t hide it all day and they’ll be here for a while. They will see it eventually. Jack, put your hands down!”

I didn’t. I could feel my fear of doing so produce some tears. Yeah, embarrassed and scared do produce tears even in eleven-year-old boys. They’d do that to you too at that age.

Rick grew impatient, “I said put your hands down. The girls want to see your package.”

That last part made me even more committed to keeping my dick and balls covered. It was bad enough these two strangers were treated to seeing my bare backside, but my front side? I don’t think so.

“Sam let me borrow your belt!”

Without a moment’s hesitation, Sam pulled his belt from the loops on his shorts and handed it to Rick.

“Rick, don’t whip him. We can wait. He’ll put his hands down sooner or later.” Hmmmm, Claire had a heart.

Didn’t help though. Rick swung that belt and caught me on the hip. It stung like the devil. He glared at my eyes. The message was clear, “put your hands down”. I started crying more from the realization I’d eventually lose this one than from the pain. Foolishly I stood my ground.

Another stinging stripe was placed on my hip. “Put your hands down or I’ll whip you again!”

I was stubborn though. The embarrassment of exposing myself to these girls trumped anything Rick could dish out. Another sting. This time Rick repositioned himself and the belt landed across both cheeks on the backside. It was followed immediately by a second contact.

The snap and my tears must have made an impression on the girls. Joanie pled my case this time, “That’s enough, Rick. Don’t hurt him. He’s cute as can be. We can wait him out.”

It worked. Rick handed the belt back to Sam. Then he grabbed me and putting me in a full Nelson hold, forcefully exposed my erection and balls. I wiggled to free myself, but to no avail. “Let go of me you shithead. Let me go!”

Joanie tried reasoning, “There, Baby, we both have seen it. Now you can relax.”

Rick released me. He was still pissed at me. Like I wasn’t at him!

“It’s a very nice penis. Why so shy? Look, I’ve seen a lot of penises, but yours is probably one of the longest for a kid your age that I’ve ever seen. You should be proud. My little brother’s isn’t nearly that long, even when it’s hard. But he’s only nine. Maybe he’ll catch up. You should be proud to show it off. Can I feel it?”

Before I could object, Rick gave permission. I just glared at him as this girl reached for my hard-on. I reacted by putting my hands back in the protective position.

Rick responded by reapplying the full Nelson hold pulling my hands apart again. I felt the girl’s gentle grasp of my penis. I have to admit her gentle stroking felt good and I quickly succumbed to her fondling.

She turned to her friend, “Claire, you want to feel it? He’s a real sweetie.”

As Claire began her gentle molestation, my eyes went to Sam. I know he was enjoying the show. I could see the intensity of his gaze and unmistakable tenting in his crotch. I wondered about my brother. I couldn’t see his reaction, but I’m sure he too had a tent pole under his clothing.

As Claire played with my boy parts, I shivered. She returned to stroking my penis from the pubis to its engorged tip and a major shiver overtook me. I uncontrollably thrust my hips forward and wretched every muscle in my body.

Sam finally broke his silence, “And that, my friends, is what we call a dry orgasm. Felt petty good, didn’t it, Jack?” Amid the laughter that resulted from that pronouncement, he continued. “Damned good thing he isn’t a year or two older or someone would be cleaning up the floor!” More laughter ensued.

Rick released his hold. “You’re not to cover yourself. Got it? The girls will be here all afternoon. They want to ski. You and I will be spotters and Sam will drive the boat. I’m warning you, NO COVERING! There’ll be other boaters and people fishing out there and you will not hide from them.”

For some reason I had lost my inhibition for being totally exposed to the girls. Maybe it was the fact that they’d seen it all, but I think the touching was a bigger part of it. They’d seen my excited penis and stimulated me to a dry orgasm. I mean, what’s left in such an acquaintance? But, going out on the lake and exposing myself to the public at large? Not my cup of tea.

I thrust myself on the couch and tried to resume the video game. As I hit the firing button on the controller, Joanie sat down beside me. She gently rubbed my upper leg as I tried to concentrate on my game. For some reason, I found myself spreading my legs apart to invite her to once again engage my penis and scrotum. Moments later her brief teasing touches became full blown penile massage. I spread wider and lost all interest in what was happening on the monitor.

“You are a really cute little boy!”

Just because she was six or seven years my senior didn’t lessen my indignation of being called “little”. But I swallowed my pride as she continued to twist my penis and coddle my scrotum under her attentive hand. I wasn’t about to object. Hey, maybe I was getting better about my body-shyness.

Rick interrupted that thought as he was actually standing there videoing the whole thing with his cellphone. I squeaked out a protest.

“Look, Mom and Dad wanted me to take pictures and videos of you running around naked. They’ll love this! I tried to get them on Facetime, but they didn’t answer. I want them to see you allowing a stranger to play with your tool. They’ll be impressed.”

I didn’t think they would. But they didn’t respond with anything like a protest when he was finally able to share that with them. Actually, Mom turned her face away with a smirk. Dad just asked if what they did hurt me in any way. I had to admit it didn’t, but I did question the legality of the “assault”. To which Dad asked if I liked it. His reasoning was if it didn’t hurt and I was so upset by it, why did I WILLINGLY spread my legs to allow the girls to play with it.

On the lake when we took the girls waterskiing many people did notice my nudity. I attribute that to Rick insisting I stand up in the back of the boat and tend the ski ropes and serve as a spotter. I don’t know what his function was other than being a photographer with his cellphone. As we traversed the lake, I saw many a fishing fanatic pointing at me and laughing. People, including kids, splashing and swimming in back of their cottages were also amused. Why those girls seemed to fall close to shore in those situations I half suspected was they wanted those observers to have a closeup view of me as they put the skis back on and I threw the ropes back out to them. Truthfully, I gave up caring.

I did care when Sam and Rick insisted on teaching me to waterski. I will never forget the hollering and pointing from other boats and the shore. “Hey, look at the naked kid skiing!” If I heard it once, I heard it a hundred times. And, yes, when you’re the only naked person on the lake, you do automatically have a hard-on. And, no, that hard penis doesn’t flop around. It points out straight and stays pretty steady. At least it did in Rick’s videos.

Mom and Dad liked the skiing videos a lot mostly because Rick included footage of the observers’ reactions as well as me. Lots of laughter at peoples’ reactions. I didn’t find it amusing.

The day ended with another embarrassing twist. Claire wanted Rick to take me with them when he and Sam drove them home. She specifically mentioned sharing me with her ten-year-old sister. “I don’t think she’s ever seen a live naked boy before. It’d be educational for her.”

“What about your parents? What will they think?” Rick was hesitant.

“Mom will love it. She loves naked little kids. I think she’d make him stay naked at our house too.” There was that “little” word again, it pissed me off, but I was too overwhelmed that I might have to accompany them home to dwell on offensive words at that point. “Dad, he won’t give a shit. Jack’s a boy and boys aren’t supposed to be shy about being naked. At least that’s what one gets from his boyhood stories.”

I intervened before Rick could answer. “I’ll just stay here at the cabin and play some video games. Why don’t you guys stop at Micky D’s on the way back and bring me a burger and some fries? Really, I’ll be fine.”

Sam, ever the antagonist, was quick to counter, “Why wouldn’t you rather go with us? You afraid to let some little honey see and feel your junk?” His grin was one of those that said I hope your brother makes you go, but, if he doesn’t, I want everyone to think I’m kidding.

“That’s it, Jack. Get up! You’re coming with us. If I leave you here and something happens Mom and Dad would kill me. Besides, I’d like to see Claire’s little sister playing with your pecker.”

I couldn’t believe he was being that honest about his intention.

Of course, Sam had to offer his endorsement of the idea, “Me too. It’ll be fun. You’ll like it, Jack.”

The two girls stood silently, smiling and exchanging glances with each other.

I refused to rise. I insisted I wasn’t going. Rick reached down and grabbed my upper arm. He tugged at it trying to coax my compliance. “Shut off the game and get off your ass. We’re going and you’re coming.” I must have had a frantic look on my face. A quick rendition of mental images of some ten-year-old girl playing with my penis flashed through my head.

“Please, Rick, let me stay here. I promise I won’t go out. I’ll just play the games.”

“Nope, you’re going. Do I need to get a belt?”

What kid wants a couple of girls he hadn’t known for a full day watching him get spanked with a belt? It was humiliating the first time he did it, and I know it wouldn’t be any better this time. Once again, I started to cry and argue my position on the matter. To no avail.

Turns out Joanie and Claire lived next-door to each other. Who’d have thought it? Claire’s house was unremarkable (as was Joanie’s). Typical suburban brick ranch, two car garage, and spacious yard. I wanted to make my last stand and was hesitant to get out of the car. All was quiet. No one was running to greet the car. No one was on the street. Nobody mowing. No kids riding bikes or playing. In fact, the stillness of the setting was probably why I didn’t give Rick a harder time about “deplaning”.

Claire put her hand over my bare shoulder as we approached the front door and quietly said, “My sister, Gwen, is ten. She’s really a good kid. She won’t hurt you. You and she can go up to her room and play whatever while I introduce your brother to my parents. It’ll be all right. I’ll forewarn you. She’s going to want to play with that penis of yours, and I expect you’ll let her do whatever she wants. Won’t you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know what I mean. You’re going to let my sister do whatever with your penis and ball sack. She won’t hurt you. But, if you don’t cooperate with her, I will.”

So much for friendly Claire. I had no idea what she was planning or telling me but I was a bit frightened by it.

Joanie hollered to Claire, “I’m going to go check in with Mom and see if Timmy wants to come over and play with Jack and Gwen. I’ll be back in a few minutes!”

In an effort to ease myself in the situation, I took advantage of Joanie’s announcement to change the subject. “Who’s Timmy?”

“Oh, he’s Joanie’s little brother. I think he’s ten. Maybe eleven. He’s your and Gwen’s age. He’s a good little boy, you’ll get along fine.”

We entered the house and were quickly greeted by a middle-aged lady in an apron and a young girl, presumably Gwen. Claire still had her hand over my shoulder as I stood there completely naked. Rick and Sam were behind us. “Mom, Gwen, this is Jack, and these are Rick and Sam. Jack is Rick’s brother? Step brother?”

“Brother is fine by us.” Rick acknowledged.

“Their parents wanted Jack to stay naked while he visited their cabin on Tomahawk. I thought he was cute naked and brought him home to show him off.” She glanced down to focus on the same items her mom and sister were focused on. “Move those hands, Jack. Like we said their going to see it sooner or later.”

“Jack, put your hands down.” Rick ordered.

Reluctantly and embarrassed, I did.

“My you are all boy, aren’t you Jack? Rick, may I ask why your brother has to be naked all the time? Kind of unusual.”

“He has a problem with what they call body shyness. Mom doesn’t like it because he’s so bashful about it. Dad thinks it’s not normal for a boy his age to be that shy about being naked. They think if they make him be naked, he’ll eventually get over it. You know, get used to it?”

“Well, a good-looking kid like you, Jack, has nothing to hide. So. Are you boys staying for dinner?”

Sam was first to respond to that, “Well, if you’re inviting us, I guess it’d be rude not to.”

Gwen was still staring at my hardened appendage. I wanted it to relax, but under the circumstances that wasn’t going to happen.

“Gwen why don’t you and Jack go up to your room and find something to do? Dinner won’t be ready for an hour or so.”

Gwen took my hand in a guidance sort of way. “Listen, you be careful up there, keep your door open at all times. I don’t care if you want to play with his boy parts, but I don’t want the door closed while you do it.”

I couldn’t believe it. She just told her daughter my body was her playground. What the hell?

“Can I take pictures of him while he’s naked?” My jaw dropped. I couldn’t believe this was an actual conversation between a mother and daughter.

Misuse deferred to Rick. “Can she take pictures of him naked with her cellphone?”

Rick shrugged his shoulders, “I guess so. Mom and Dad told me to take some for them. So, yeah, I guess it would be alright if she wants.”

“Oh, hell no, she can’t!” echoed through my mind. I objected verbally. I think it kind of surprised Claire’s mother and it seemed to embarrass Rick, who apologized to the woman and told me, in no uncertain terms, I would allow Gwen to take pictures of me, and I would cooperate with anything she wanted to do.

As we started toward the stairs to ascend to Gwen’s bedroom, Joanie and a young boy pushed through the front door. No knock, no announcement. They just pushed through. “See, Timmy, just like I said he’s naked.”

“Timmy, Jack and Gwen were just going upstairs to her bedroom. Why don’t you go play too? Remember to keep that door opened, young lady!”

After we got into the frilly pink dominant environment, I felt completely disinterested in playing anything. Gwen kept eyeing my penis. Timmy broke the ice, “Well, what do you want to do?”

“We could play doctor. Guess who will be the patient.” She giggled as she glimpsed at me.

“Okay, let’s give him a physical. You know feel his balls and stuff like that.”

I got scared. Here I was alone with two kids my own age, one a girl the other a boy. Now they were discussing playing with my entire body. Top that off with the expectation Rick forcefully verbalized that I was to cooperate.

Gwen questioned her neighbor as if I wasn’t in the room or was deaf or something, “What do we want to do with him?”

“Well, my dad went to the doctor last week for a co… co…, some kind of ‘scopy’ or something like that. He had to drink this stuff he called ‘shit’. Guess that’s because that’s what it made him do. He said the doctor shoved a hose up his ass to make sure he didn’t have cancer. We could shove a hose up his ass.

“I don’t think we’re going to do that.” I calmly but firmly rejected Timmy’s idea.

“What we do isn’t up to you. We can do whatever we want.” Oh, little Gwen was a brat after all. “Where can we get a hose?”

I didn’t think they were going to let it go. At the same time, I was committed to prevent them from doing it. Nothing was going up my ass. Timmy offered that his father had an aquarium and there was some plastic tubing he used for the pump left over. He would run home and get it. And, without any ado, that’s exactly what he did. I heard the fast patter of his feet, the door slam as he ran out, and slam again when he re-entered. He flew up the stairs and entered the bedroom with a coil of clear plastic hose in his hand.

“Here. We make him lie down on the bed and spread his legs and we can shove the hose right in there.”

I again stood my ground, “Maybe you didn’t hear me. We aren’t shoving anything in my ass and that’s final.”

“Why not? We could put it in your dick.” He reached to grab it. I moved away from his grasp. Ooopppssss, no we can’t it won’t fit.” He giggled.

This Timmy kid was dangerous.

By this time, Gwen had her cellphone in hand. To my relief, Timmy put the hose on top of the chest of drawers. I could only hope he had gotten over any idea of being an amateur gastroenterologist. But Gwen decided to take the role of Hollywood director.

“Hey, when you go to the doctor, do they ever touch your boy things? You know your hose or your bag thing?”

Even I couldn’t help but chuckle briefly at her descriptions. Timmy was wild with laughter. “My hose thing? Our hose things? You mean our dicks? And the bag is our balls.” I wanted to correct his anatomical descriptions, but kept shut just the same.

“Yeah, they squeeze the tip. You know that pink thing on the tip. And check out my peephole. Then they press their finger on my sack and make me turn my head and cough. Don’t ask me why. They just do it. Sometimes they move their fingers over the sack and feel my balls inside.”

“Well do it to Jack, and I’ll video it.”

He beckoned me to go over to him. “Come on Jack let me check out your dick and balls. Gwen wants to watch.”

“No. I’m not wanting to play this. I think I’ll go downstairs with my brother. You guys are crazy.”

I went to the kitchen where Claire’s mother was busy at the stove. The four older teens were seated at the kitchen table talking and laughing. Rick was first to acknowledge my presence. “You okay? What’s up?”

“I just want to go back to the cabin. I don’t feel like playing.”

Claire’s mother informed me and I assume Rick and Sam that supper was almost ready and Claire’s dad would be home soon. She tried to verbally make me more comfortable. That wasn’t going to happen. I was the only totally naked kid in the midst of seven fully clothed people and I was expected to comply with the demands of two age mates. What’s right about that picture?

“Jack just go back up and play with Gwen and Timmy. We can go home after we eat.” Rick was a bit pissed. I could tell by the tone of his voice.

Claire put on her hospitality hat, “Here let me go up and get him settled in a bit.” She got up and actually rubbed my penis and scrotum for a minute. “There now let’s go up and see what we can do to make this more fun for you.” Both she and Rick accompanied me back to Gwen’s room.

“What’s going on?”

Gwen quickly explained, “We wanted to play doctor. Jack was going to be our patient, but he wouldn’t play.”

Timmy came up with another alternative, “We could play prison and tie him to your bed. You know with his arms tied up here and his legs to the foot of the bed. He’d be like a wild man in chains. You could take as many pictures of him as you want and he couldn’t cover up.”

Rick, my loving brother, agreed that might be fun. “Here, let me give you a hand. What are we going to use to tie him to the bed?”

Claire had a sparkle in her eye. “Mom’s got some clothes line in the garage. I could run down and get it.” She left to get it.

“I don’t want you to tie me to the bed, Rick. I don’t want to play. Can I just watch TV downstairs?”

“No, I want you to play with Gwen and Timmy. You need to stay up here and leave the bigger people alone.” He then ordered, “Here, lay down on the bed. Go on, do it!”

I hesitantly did as I was told, trusting Rick would protect me from any weird ideas Timmy might try to put into action. He took a piece of the rope Claire had brought back, made a loop and pulled it tight around my wrist. He then directed Claire to tie the other end to the bed post. Then he looped another around my other wrist and told Gwen to do the same to the opposite bed post. I was getting scared. I hoped he was going to remain with us as I started to feel more and more vulnerable.

Grabbing my left leg, he secured my ankle and stretched the rope to the left post at the foot of the bed. Claire grabbed my right leg and followed Rick’s example. I was spread eagle and completely open for anything my two age mates, or for that matter anyone, wanted to do to me. All I could do in protest was wiggle around in a very limited sense. Then before he left, Rick did something he’d never done before. He briefly rubbed my penis and scrotum. I never remember him touching me there before, even when I was little. His touch was joined with a directive, “You guys stay up here and we’ll come get you when supper’s ready. Don’t hurt him.” He and Claire left us. I tried a brief tug to try to get free of the ropes. No chance.

“Now, what can we do to him?” Gwen was ready.

Timmy grabbed the tubing from the chest and said, “Time to put the hose in his butthole!”

I was frantic. “I’ll kill your ass if you do that. Don’t even think it. I mean it Timmy, I’ll kill you.”

He approached my spread wide body. There was no doubt my hole was accessible to anyone anytime in my position. Here comes this kid with evil intent and commitment written all over his face.

I thrashed violently, repeating threat after threat. Gwen had long since started recording her video. Timmy unraveled about six inches of tube and poked my anal area. It didn’t go in but definitely was on target. He poked again and laughed. I continued to wiggle.

“Hey, Gwen. Grab his dick and pull on it. Maybe that’ll steady him. I can’t put this in while he’s wiggling around.”

Gwen put the phone down and did what she was told. I thought she was going to pull my penis off.” I continued moving around evasively.

“Pull harder. Pull it off if you have to.”

Her grasp tightened and she pulled me so hard my ass left the mattress surface. I became exhausted. The damned tube was entering my hole. I could feel it as Timmy slid it in even further. He allowed Gwen to release her hold after he’d shove five or six inches of the quarter inch vinyl up my ass.

“I wonder how far I can go. There’s a bunch of it in there right now.”

I was crying and begging him to pull it out. I wasn’t hurting, I was extremely uncomfortable. I really was worried about what might happen if he carried out his desire to shove it in until it wouldn’t go any further.

Common sense befell Gwen, “Timmy, you better not put any more in there. What if you hurt him? We’ll be in big trouble.” He smiled and seemed to want to continue feeding that tube into me. “Really, Timmy, Mom will kill us if we hurt him. Stop! Just take the thing out.”

Her demands were met. He took the hose out after a minor protest. He was sadistically inclined to inspect the end of the tube for “poop” remnants. How gross does it get?

“Just play with his wiener for a little while. I want to get some videos of this.”

He did turn his attention to my rock-hard penis. After some cursory batting it around and squeezing my ball sack, he lost interest.

“I heard Claire talking on her phone to one of her friends. They were talking about sucking some boy’s dick. Have you ever done that, Timmy?”

“Shit, Gwen, that’s gross. What if the boy peed in her mouth? No, I never… Why in the hell would someone even think about doing that?”

“Have you ever done that Jack?”

I was still reeling from the hose experience, but still managed a “No!”

“Wanna try it Timmy?”

“Hell no, I don’t. Why don’t you try it and I’ll make the video? That’s nasty. Mom always asks if I washed my hands after I pee. Must be something dirty about touching penises. Why would I put one in my mouth. Oh, yuck. Gwen, that’s just nasty!”

“I’m not gonna do it. If Mom found out, I’d be killed.”

“How about getting your mom’s vacuum and we could put that hose on it and suck it. He can’t stop us.”

Gwen pondered, “What if it sucks his pee out and gets all in the vacuum? I don’t think we should try that.”

Now I can’t say my curiosity wasn’t piqued at that point. I did wonder what it might feel like. I mean I’d put my hand over the end of my mom’s vacuum hose and it only sucked as the motor strained but not hard enough to pull my penis or balls off. Guess you could say, I was curious but not sold on the idea. It definitely couldn’t be worse than how hard Gwen pulled it while Timmy was shoving the tube up my ass. Still, I wasn’t sure I wanted to lie still for that kind of thing either. I wanted them to let me loose and I definitely wanted to go back to the relative safety of the cabin.

Gwen put her phone down and briefly left the bedroom. When she returned, she had a vacuum cleaner hung from a strap over her shoulder. She struggled as the cleaner itself was pretty large. The six foot hose had a brush attached to its end. The other end was plugged into the tank. She exhaled in relief as she took the strap from around her neck and lowed the machine to the floor. Without a word she plugged the cord into a wall outlet, twisted the brush off the end and handed Timmy the hose.

There was a click and the high pitched whine of the vacuum came to life.

Without comment or direction, Timmy engulfed my penis with the hose and pressed it down on the top of my scrotum and pubis. The machine struggled as the vacuum seal occurred. I could feel it as it almost pumped sucking my penis in as far as it could. It didn’t hurt, but it wasn’t all that remarkable either. I didn’t complain until impatiently Timmy pressed the hose down harder into my pubis. Still wailing the vacuum continued to suck my penis in further.

“Hey, stop, Timmy stop. Quit pushing it down so hard. It hurts. Take it off. That’s enough.”

He removed the hose. “Didn’t do anything.”

“Maybe you should put the end on his balls. Maybe that would work.” Gwen was quickly picking up the boyhood vernacular for body parts. Wasn’t too long ago she didn’t have any idea what “balls” were.

“Okay, turn it back on.”

Gwen pressed the button. Again, the hose was lowered, leaving my penis out and encompassing my ball sack. It just barely fit. Unlike the attack on my penis, the hose end almost immediately hurt my scrotum. It pinched as it sucked my loose scrotum and its contents up into the hose.

Suddenly, there was a voice, “Oh my God. What are you kids doing?” It was Claire’s mother. “Stop. Stop that. Who said you could use my vacuum for that? Gwen put it away and you three get downstairs dinner is ready. Wait til your father hears about this.” It was more than evident she was trying to be serious but it was also very apparent she was on the verge of laughing. “Untie him and come downstairs.”

Of course, you know what the misses shared with everyone at the dinner table. “I’m not sure I can use the vacuum ever again without thinking about that scene.”

Mister’s response brought laughter from all but we younger ones. “Well, it’s good it happened now. From the looks of things, Jack here isn’t a shooter yet. Otherwise it really could have been bad news for the vacuum hose.”

I didn’t even pick-up on the nuance. Maybe, my sixth-grade sex ed course wasn’t as complete as it could have been.

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