Jan Mitchell - The Boy Tamer

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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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My own prescription for providing therapy for preadolescent young boys with anxious behavior and/or body shyness. It is my belief they should all be naked, all the time, right up through puberty. Continuous access to their naked bodies provides immediate access when a belt is called for while also offering a unique combination of humiliation and embarrassment, shows of tenderness, and a good path to self-control. It’s all natural, organic if you will. Here’s the story of two of my clients.

Jan Mitchell—The Boy Tamer

By, Running Bare

My name is Jan Mitchell. I'm known as “The Boy Tamer”, because of my work with timid preadolescent boys. I specialize in adjusting bad attitudes in boys from nine to thirteen or fourteen. I’m especially good with boys who have been called hyperactive or compulsive. And have a very successful approach at calming them down. But what I love the most is breaking the modesty in body shy kids. What I strive for is also instilling the idea that females are not to be dominated, that we will dominate if need be. Children’s Services and often the courts refer clients to me. I take in governmentally referred boys who are either parentless or are wards of the state. For others, I run parenting classes and do home visits to make sure they are following the outlined program.

There he was, my new charge, eleven-year-old Jack. What a handsome boy! As promised, his social worker delivered him in skimpy shorts. A quick assessment of his muscular, smooth, tanned legs was a real surprise. More often than not, boys his age aren’t quite as sculpted. His body was not too lean and certainly not the least bit over weight. And, his face, good God, that tanned oval topped by curly brown what appeared to be unkept hair. Those hazel eyes beckoning for loving acceptance. He was perfect.

I had to see this kid nude. The sooner the better. Again, his social worker was well aware of our therapeutic approach with young boys, especially those who’d been diagnosed with “body shyness”.

I grabbed the kid and gave him a quick hug. “Jack, you are one handsome boy. I think you’ll learn to like it here. Lots of room for a kid your age to run and do what’s natural for boys.”

“Miss Jennings, here needs to stay for a few minutes while we all get better acquainted.”

I chauffeured the boy and his worker to the living room. She sat in the chair she usually graced on these occasions. I motioned to Jack to sit on the throw rug on the floor. He took the hint and naturally assumed a cross legged sitting position. Needless to say, as he did so, the legs of his shorts slid up closer to his crotch, I found myself glancing at him to see if there was any chance for my arousal by a display of his briefs or the off chance of a penis head. No such luck, but that would be remedied in a few minutes.

I began the session, “Jack, do you know why you’re here?”

His head was bowed in humility as he answered. “Miss Jennings said it was to help me with my behavior and other stuff.”

My heart rate increased and a lump developed in my throat as I tried to get the kid to specifically state what “other stuff” meant. I knew it was his over modesty or “body shyness”, but did he? And, if he did, what might he think we’d do to correct the problem? Just the idea he might stumble on the main component of such plans with boys in his situation was definitely arousing.

“What does ‘other stuff’ mean? What problems do you think you have?”

A shoulder shrug was followed by an, “I don’t know.”

“Do you ever get embarrassed? And, if you do what are some things that embarrass you the most?”

“Yeah, I get embarrassed sometimes.” That was the extent of it. How I longed for getting to a response that total nudity before others was utmost on the list. I’ll give him a nudge.

“Why don’t you take off your shoes and socks. Going barefoot will help you feel more at home.”

He didn’t respond quickly. “Just take them off, stuff your socks in your shoes and I’ll put them by the backdoor for you.”

He slowly complied and I sat glued to watching those leg openings hoping for a mini-revelation as he did so. Finally, a flash of his white briefs. I was getting excited.

I grabbed the Nikes stuffed with his white footies and took them to the back door. Jennings followed me.

“How long until you get him naked? I have to get back to the office.”

“You can’t just jump into these things. You have to savor the eroticism of working the kid’s sensibilities. Whatever you have to do at the office isn’t going to be as much fun as unwrapping this kid. Just be patient.”

We reentered the room. Jack was now sitting with those beautiful legs extended, feet spread. The shorts were in a position hiding any hope of sneak peeks. I sat back on the couch and Jennings was back in her usual chair.

The boy was still having a hard time with eye contact. I tried again.

“So, you’ve had some time to think. Did you come up with any other things you might need to work on while you’re here?”

He again mumbled, “My school work.”

“Okay now we’re getting to important things—your school work. I guess you think your grades could be better, huh?”

He nodded his agreement. Still no eye contact.

“We can work on that, but its summer time so we can hire a tutor to help if you want.” I imagined some young lady his age or not much older playing schoolmarm with this eye candy.

“Why don’t you take your shirt off? You might feel more comfortable. Besides, I’d love to see how buff you are. I hear you like to play baseball. That true?”

My level of arousal skyrocketed again as I anticipated problems getting the boy to remove his shirt.

“I’m fine. I’ll just keep my shirt on.”

“You embarrassed to take it off?” More hormones released as I realized I was entering a challenge with the kid. Jennings sat there staring at the boy.

“A little bit.”

“Okay, we can work on that this summer. You are embarrassed about your body. Jack, it’s beautiful. You are a very handsome boy. Just slip your shirt off.” I readied myself to go help him pull it off.

“I’m okay.”

With that I stood up and approached him. As I bent over, uninvitedly and grasped either side of his t-shirt, he succumbed to the defeat and automatically raised his arms. After slipping it off, I remained standing next to him.

“Kinda’ white. Your skin I mean. Not much time outside without a shirt on? Not nearly as tan as those legs. What’s with that?”

He finally loosened up a bit. “I don’t like to wear shorts. People say weird things about my legs.”

Jennings was notably silent as I went about working on the boy. My heart beat increased as I anticipated the removal of his last two clothing items. I wondered whether he finally anticipated having to remove them. Nothing about him signaled he had any idea where the whole situation was going to end up.

I sat back on the couch.

“So, you are uncomfortable going shirtless and wearing shorts. Why is that? Got any idea?”

Again, a shoulder shrug.

“You know boys aren’t supposed to be so shy about being undressed. Girls? Well, girls on the other hand need to always be pretty much covered, but not boys.”

My arousal spiked as I anticipated disrobing the final two clothing items from the boy.

“Let’s try a little experiment. Just to see if you can discipline your fears a bit. You know beat your fears by doing something you’re afraid of. I want you to walk over here to me.”

He stood up and approached. Jennings tracked his moves the whole time.

I grabbed him on either side of his bare torso and manipulated him into a position facing me.

“Jack, I want you to show me you can ignore your fears. I’m going to slip your shorts off. All you have to do is stand there and lift your legs when I get them to the floor. Understand?”

He backed away. I grabbed him and pulled him back into position. He firmly grasped the waistband in a show of defiance.

“Ready?”

He didn’t respond verbally but definitely tightened his hold on the shorts.

“You’re going to have to let go so I can pull them down. You can do this, Jack. You can fight this fear. Now, let go of your shorts.”

Hesitantly he released his grip. I pulled them down quickly. “Step out of them.” He did and I placed them on the couch next to his shirt.

“See, now that’s not so bad is it?” I was quickly planning how to get the briefs off this boy. I couldn’t help but note the tenting I’d been instrumental in bringing to the kid. His penis definitely was sizeable beyond my anticipation.

Jennings was just shy of salivating with erotic anticipation. I think, if I was her, I’d have at least accompanied the boy to a physical or something to see him naked, but that was supposed to be taken care of by the foster parent, in this case me. I actually found much less arousal when kids were stripped at the doctor’s office. I much preferred doing it to them in my home. Besides, in the doctor’s office only he or she was fortunate enough to examine their goods closely. At home, I had free access and could arrange for him to be exposed before a larger audience as well.

Still standing not much more than a foot from me, my eyes at crotch level, I could see the outline of what appeared to be a four-inch erection sticking out above what appeared to be a bulbous scrotum. I was beside myself—verklempt, if you will. I had to see that package unwrapped from the cotton protection of his briefs.

“How we doing, Jack?”

“Okay, I guess.”

“I think you know what’s next. Don’t you?”

He quietly responded with the obvious next step, “You’re going to take my underpants off.”

I agreed and followed up with a leading question. “How does that make you feel? Scared?”

“Does Miss Jennings have to watch?”

“Let me tell you, Miss Jennings has seen many little boys’ penises. You don’t have anything down there she hasn’t seen before. Yes, Miss Jennings has to be here. But I can tell, looking at you, your penis is going to be handsome too. The rest of you is beautiful so your penis will be too. I just know it. Nothing to be ashamed of.”

Without further warning, I jerked the briefs down to his calves. The surprise didn’t allow him time to cover as his fully erect penis bounced free. Jennings had to reposition herself for a better view. As she had seen many such unveilings in my home, she maintained a disinterested posture as much as she could. Even so, it was very apparent where her attention was centered.

This kid was perfect. His penis was average or above in size and his circumcision seemed clean. The bulbous head perfectly highlighted his well-proportioned shaft. I had an immediate drive to fondle it, but resisted doing so.

“Well, Miss Jennings, here you go.” I handed the shorts, t-shirt and underwear to her in a pile. “I guess you have to get back to your office.”

“Why did you give her my clothes?” The kid had a sense of panic on his face.

“Well, Jack, we need to make you more comfortable about being naked. I think we talked about that. So, you’ll be naked for most of the summer. You don’t have to worry about it, we don’t have many visitors, but each one who does come will make you feel more and more confident about showing off your young boy body. Before school starts you should be very comfortable being naked in front of other people.”

I ushered Jennings to the door. Her parting words to me reflected our understanding, “He’s all yours. Oh, and use of the belt for discipline has been approved by the supervisor and the judge.”

As I reentered the living room, that beautiful specimen stood cupping his boyhood. “Come on over here Jack, I want to examine you.”

He slowly approached as I pried his hands apart. Immediately, I grasped his hardened appendage and gently fondled him supporting his penis and eventually massaging his scrotum with my middle and forefingers. At first, he resisted by slightly shifting backward. Within minutes he had relaxed and allowed my touch without complaint.

“Look at you. You like me to rub you down there, don’t you?” His fearful expression was replaced with a bit of a smirk. “Jack, I’ll be massaging your boy parts a lot. They’re beautiful. I can’t take my eyes or my hands off of them. You’ll get used to it. And, you’ll lose that body shyness by the end of the summer. I promise.”

“From now on you will stay naked all the time unless I give you something to put on. You’ll be naked during the day, you’ll be naked inside and outside, you’ll sleep naked. That penis and little ball sack will be showing all the time. That means you aren’t allowed to cover your boy parts for any reason or any time. If you do, I’ll have to spank you with a belt. Understand?”

He stood before me pinching his beautiful glans and began to cry. He was frustrated by losing his last vestige of privacy, but that was my motivation.

“The first thing we have to do is introduce you to some playmates. Cara lives across the street and she helps tutor kids who aren’t getting their school work. She’s only fourteen, but she’s very smart—straight A’s.”

“Do I get to wear clothes when she comes?”

“No, budddddyyyyy, she gets to see you naked and she can even play with your penis if she wants to. You’ll get to like it or at least ignore it, if you don’t. But you are to do whatever she tells you. I’ve been known to let HER use a belt on boys who don’t cooperate. We can walk across the street and introduce you to her later today.”

“I have to be naked outside?”

“Yep, you’re naked all the time unless I decide you need to put something on. Those times will be very rare. I love to show you boys off, and you are one of the most handsome specimens I’ve ever worked with. Has anyone told you your smile is captivating?”

Still pinching his glans with his head down the boy mumbled, “No.”

“How about how muscular or shapely your legs are?”

“A lot of times. That’s why I don’t like shorts. People are always staring at my legs and saying how good looking they are.”

“And, that embarrasses you.”

“Yeah.”

“What about your penis? Anyone told you it’s very nice for a boy your age? I mean it is a bit longer than most eleven-year-old penises. That knob of yours is beautiful. Some doctor was very artful when he cut the foreskin off.”

“Other boys see it when we change at the pool. They call me “Long Dong” and some of them pull it. And that makes me feel embarrassed too.”

“Come over here and let me get a closer look.” The timid boy slowly approached me with a look of consternation. Each step his stiffy swayed erotically left and right. When he was within reach, I pinched the glans and gently stretched the erect member even further than it had projected causing the boy to approach closer.

The boy’s stiffy was hard as a tree limb. I gently slid my hand up and down his shaft as I talked. Occasionally, I’d stop and pinch the glans to open the pee slit. It was all I could do not to, at the very least, kiss the perfect head. My attention slowly focused on his young ball sack. I gently felt for the testicles enclosed and rolled them around within the pouch. Yes, this boy would be fun to both play with and embarrass. His handsomeness would automatically attract attention, but his naked beauty would demand it.

“Relax, I’ll be touching your penis and testicles a lot this summer. So will other people. You should be proud of your boy parts, they’re beautiful. We’ll work on your self-confidence and acceptance of your penis this summer. I’ll be massaging you every day at least twice a day and it will include your penis and scrotum. You’ll learn to relax.” I acted empathetic to his problems but, in reality, they gave me a hormonal rush. “Let’s have lunch. At one o’clock three or four of the neighbor boys will be here to meet you and you guys can swim out back. I’ll even put the sprinkler out if you get tired of the pool.”

“Will they have to be naked too?”

“No, Honey, only you will be naked. Mrs. Hodgkins, William’s mother, he’s one of the boys, will come too to take pictures of you guys while you play. She loves taking pictures of young naked boys. Don’t worry. You’ll get used to it.”

An hour or so later there was aggressive banging on my door. That could be the demanding rap of only one person, Andy. He was always hyped up. The boy lived three doors down and across the street. He’s a really cute kid but a handful to manage. I tried to get his mother to use a similar program as mine to curb some of the ten year old’s exuberance, but his father didn’t want him “running around the neighborhood naked”. She did strip him naked in the house and make him participate in massage sessions. She noted how it calmed him down during the sessions and for a few hours afterward. She was impressed with the intimacy the two built as a result and attempted to get his father to run a few sessions. He again objected with “I’m not rubbing the boy’s package. That’s kind of queer, don’t you think?”

I told him, because he refused, he was ultimately the loser.

When the door was opened to no surprise it was Andy. This amicable little guy had some of the most inviting legs. He was attired in his usual trunks which could be more appropriately described as boxers or athletic shorts. Though I’ve never seen the boy completely nude, his swim attire obviously lacking the usual mesh insert always provided quick peeks of his boy equipment. From the usually scrotal and glans views it left this observer wanting more exposure of his body. Those quick peeks and the view of his wet suit tightly glued to his front and back sides hinted that his penis is average size and cut and his balls were also of what I’d call average for a ten year old. Much the less, I’d still love to get him out of his suit for the day. Maybe someday but not today. As skimpy as his attire was, it provided more pressure on Jack’s forced nudity. Making Andy run around naked would only lessen Jack’s misery and I didn’t want to do that.

Another observation of Andy was his propensity for continually checking out my client’s packages. He was also the one who had to be reminded to keep his hands to himself as he often copped a feel of other boys’ exposed equipment. Budding gay? Maybe, but I think he was just a curious ten year old comparing himself to his naked playmates. Other than fondling and some anal exploration he was controlled around my clients. Who knows?

All in all, after or during Jack’s stay, I was committed to convincing Andy’s parents to go full blown into the program. I longed to make the kid run the neighborhood naked for at least a year. After all, his mother massaging him would suggest I’m halfway there.

Standing to Andy’s left was Joey Jenkins. He was the youngest of the crew. Nine and pushing ten in two months. No way to judge his development progress down there. Not to be mean, but the best description of Joey was nondescript. Not a looker but certainly not a castaway.

Then Marge Hodgkins pulled into the driveway. Her twelve year old son, William in tow. Now, William was a boy I’ve known since the day of his birth. Many were, and occasionally are, the times I’d babysit, or should I say stay with him. “Babysit” seems highly inappropriate for a twelve year old, don’t you think?

Maybe I’m partial, but of the bunch he is, in my opinion, the best looking. I know what he’s packing as I still make him spend naked time when I stay with him. He’s not too self-conscious as I’ve been considered family for over fifteen years. Like Jack, but not quite as pronounced, Will is well hung for a prepubescent boy. I guess he won’t be prepubescent much longer but he still is. How do I know? I stayed at their home last week and made him stay nude from dinner til breakfast the next morning. And, if you’re wondering and I bet you are, I do massage Will when I stay with him. Have since his infancy.

Anyway, the boy ran up and hugged the hell out of me.

Something was missing from the mix. Jack! Where the hell was the naked master of ceremonies? I wasn’t the only one who noticed. Andy was first to acknowledge his absence.

“Hey, where’s the new naked kid?”

It was apparent my latest charge had found a temporary holdout in the bathroom. He wanted me to believe he was “going”. I knew the kid was concerned about being exposed to the boys and had to either call bullshit when he spoke through the closed and locked door or jimmy the lock.

I challenged him, “Jack, you’ve got five minutes to do whatever you’re doing and you better be out here. I don’t want to have to take a belt to you in front of our guests, but I will. The boys want to meet you and Mrs. Hodgkins wants some photos of you and the group before she leaves.” I knew and so do you he wasn’t going to the bathroom, he was buying time.

After five minutes, I pounded on the door and ordered him out. Slowly the knob turned and I heard the lock pop. Eventually the door opened enough for me to see Jack looking out. I pushed it opened further, took him by the arm and escorted him to the living room.

Andy again compulsively remarked, “Man, look at his dick! It’s real long!” And, momentarily, almost as an afterthought added, “And hard.”

That was followed by the compulsory laughter of the other two boys and caused Jack’s facial expression of total embarrassment. Marge was busy clicking away photographing my newest charge from every frontal angle she could manage. Noting from behind the camera, “He’s beautiful, Jan. He’s perfect. Will go over and grab hold of his penis. Act like you’re looking at it.”

“Mom that’s gay. Get someone else to do it.”

I knew the kid would physically contact Jack’s package once his mother was gone. He always did for my prior clients. This one was much more inviting than most.

“I will, Mrs. Hodgkins.” Of course, Andy-on-the-spot.

Jack automatically took a protective posture covering his erect member with both hands as Andy approached. I intervened telling him to put his hands behind his back so Andy could explore his body. Comically Andy grabbed the penis and said “Can I pull it off?” He didn’t of course but he did give it a good tug. Ever the center of attention he dropped to his knees and holding the erect penis, opened his mouth and acted like he was going to eat it. That caused another round of laughter and a very worried look on Jack’s face. The camera was forever clicking.

“You boys go out to the yard and show Jack around. Remember you can touch his boy parts as much as you want but be gentle. Gentle, Andy, gentle! You can use the pool or turn on the sprinkler. Pool toys are in the chest under the pool ladder. Boys if I have any problem, with any of you, I’ll warm your backside with a belt. Andy, did you catch that?”

“Yes, Ma’am!” departing with a salute.

I mentioned to Marge, “He’s a handful but you have to love him.”

“Ever spanked him?”

“Who Andy? No, but I’ve come close. His parents wouldn’t let him come over here if I hadn’t agreed to straighten him out when he needed it. I’d love to spank him just to see him naked but he pushes right up to the line and stops. He’s very astute in knowing where that line is.”

“You know, the same applies to Will. When he’s here you feel free to do the same to him if he needs it. If you do, make him stay naked from the belting to the time you return him home. He’s getting a little too modest for a boy his age. I don’t know what he’s going to do when he has to shower in the locker room after P.E. starting this fall.”

“Oh, I wouldn’t hesitate to spank him. But, he’s always a perfect gentleman when he’s here. I can depend on him to lead the younger boys. As far as school, Lorena Thompson won’t hesitate to strip him herself and push him into the shower. She’s a tough old bird. I imagine all of the boys are going to be hesitant having a woman coach watching them saunter around the locker room naked. Eventually, they get over it.”

Marge clarified further, “I don’t think it’s just a woman coach. Will doesn’t want to be naked in front of the other boys either. He kind of hints the whole being naked thing is the problem. Harry takes him to the Men’s Club to swim and he says Will his very skittish about changing and showering there and they’re all males.”

“Hey, I offered to help with Will, and you guys decided not to join the program. I can help with that taming boys is what I do. That’s why Jack’s here. I can make Will strip today. But, I’ll only do it if you promise to follow through with all the other activities at home. He’ll have to be naked at home during the summer and you or Harry will have to massage him at least twice a day. We’ve talked about this before.”

“I think it’d be great for him. Besides, it’s one of my last chances to get some pictures of him before he hits puberty. I’d love to have some photos of him naked while he’s still ‘bald’ down there. I’m getting a bit of and erotic feeling just imagining his reaction to being forced to be naked in front of other people. Let me talk to Harry and I’ll let you know.”

Never one to avoid encouraging the mother of preadolescent and adolescent boys, I pushed. “He’s twelve. This may be the last chance to get those photos. I must say, his package is quite visible in those Speedos. I mean you can’t see the skin but the outline they show leaves little to the imagination.”

“Why do you think I make him wear Speedos? He hates them. He begs for trunks or those god forsaken board shorts. I just tell him that Speedo also makes boys’ thongs, and, if he continues to give me trouble, he’ll be wearing them. I have really had the inclination to buy him some white ones. Imagine the show they’d give when they get wet. He’d stop swimming all together.”

“I’d do it. I’d buy him thongs and white ones at that. But it’s much better to make him spend naked time swimming. He’s too young to have any cover. That’s my opinion and I’m sticking to it. Why don’t you go to lunch with Harry and give me a call when you decide? I’ll strip him right here in front of the others and let him know it’s ‘new rules’ for him. Jack will certainly feel a bit easier. Misery loves company.”

The mud room door slammed shut and momentarily I was bombarded with, “Miss Mitchell! Miss Mitchell!”

“What, Andy?”

“That new kid punched me when I tried to feel his wiener. And he’s staying on the porch and not swimming with us.”

“Andy, the new kid has a name. His name is Jack. Let’s use his name. Let me go and get a belt. Marge, that camera of yours make videos? Want a video of a naked boy getting his ass whipped? Just hang around for a minute. It’s about to happen.”

Being in the profession I was in I had a wide selection of men’s work belts. Most size thirty eight some forties. I bought them while they were on sale. Their sole purpose was to provide me with a tool to ensure discipline hurt enough that it would discourage repeat misbehavior.

Marge followed me out the backdoor. Why do kids gloat over another’s punishment? Or was it just Andy? He shouted gleefully to Jack that he was going to get his “butt whipped”.

I latched on to Jack’s arm and ushered him to the picnic table. “What did I tell you about letting the boys play with your penis?”

Jack’s demeanor was such that he just pouted and didn’t answer. I’m sure he was anticipating the belting that was about to happen. I didn’t wait. I told him to kneel on the bench and lay his torso across the table. He succumbed to the fact it was going to happen and slowly complied. By the time he was in position, Will and Joey had joined the audience.

The first stripe to grace Jack’s lily white backside reported with a loud snap. As the pink stripe made its appearance as the boy lurched forward. I followed with another. “You will let anyone I say feel any part of your body when I tell them they can.” Another snap. I was determined to give a minimum of six lashes but would go for as long as necessary to cause crying. Another snap of the belt sent Andy to bouncing around with a big grin, unempathetically verbalizing “ooooooo”.

The fourth stripe was accompanied by sobbing. I was getting there. By the sixth it was apparent Jack couldn’t remain in place. I stopped after the eighth and picked the boy up from the table. I then broke up the mini audience sending them back to the pool, except for Andy.

“Now Jack, you stand here and Andy you can feel his junk. Be gentle or I’ll use the belt on you. Did you hear me?”

“Yeah.” He rubbed Jack’s ball sack and flutily tried to coax an erection. Jack had some sobbing to do before that was going to happen.

“Jack, you might want to go to the pool, it’ll help cool you down.” With that he angrily strode off with Andy to do just that. He was going to get used to being in open spaces where others could see him.

Having left Will with me, Marge left to join her husband for lunch. I’d guess it was around two in the afternoon when my phone rang. It was Marge. They decided to try the program I would outline, massages and all. I was given permission to strip Will immediately. I was excited. Not so much for seeing the boy naked, but more so the challenge of getting him naked. Forcing the boys to undress was always one of my favorite challenges.

I called Will into the house. “Will I need you to take off your swimsuit. Just peel it off and put it on the side of the deep sink.”

“Why, what’d I do?”

“I’m not going to spank you. You aren’t in trouble. Your mom and dad want you to spend naked time so you need to take off your bathing suit.”

“Why do I have to be naked?”

“We want you to get used to being naked. It’ll help you next year in school and it’ll give us all a way to enjoy your body. You’re a good looking boy and you shouldn’t be so worried about being naked. Just get your suit off and put it on the deep sink.”

His face took on the look of anger and frustration combined as he untied the bow in the drawstring, pinched the waist band of his Speedo, and pushed it down. I can still see that erect penis as it bounced free of the suit. It was a sight to behold. That bluish pink knob bobbing around as the boy naturally tried to corral it with his hands.

“No, no, no, Will you leave your penis alone. You know the rules, no covering. Come over here and let me see it.”

It wasn’t as long an appendage as Jack’s but it certainly wasn’t anything but high average. His scrotum was tightly rolled up. I wasn’t sure that the pool hadn’t helped it tighten up. I gently rubbed both his erection and the ball purse. My touch took the boy out of his comfort zone for sure.

“Relax, Will. This doesn’t hurt. Does it?”

He mumbled, “No”.

“Feels kind of nice doesn’t it?” No answer. “Well, doesn’t it?”

“I guess so. Can I put my suit back on?”

“No, you aren’t going to be wearing anything for quite a while. You need to get used to it.” I curtailed my genital massage and suggested, “You need to go back out and play. I’ll be out in a few minutes to massage you.”

I really loved to take the boys to the back patio to massage them. The sun just made it a much more pleasant experience and helped get rid of those tan lines. I also liked that neighbors on either side and in the back had a clear view of my naked little fellas. To a neighbor they loved to watch, especially when I stretched them out and massaged them. Just wish Cara lived in one of the adjacent homes, she didn’t. But hey, she was welcomed to my place any time.

Will interrupted my brief revelry, “I need my suit.”

He knew full well that wasn’t even a consideration but I felt compelled to make sure he got it straight, “And, like I said, that isn’t going to happen. Get used to it. They’re all boys out there. Just go out and join them. Remember they can touch you wherever they want. New rule, if you don’t let them, you’ll get the belt just like Jack did. Oh, and your mom won’t be here to pick you up until after dinner. I’m going to teach her how to massage you. l think I’ll teach you boys to massage each other at the same time. Now get out in the yard.”

“But. I don’t feel good.”

I brushed it off, “It’s just nerves. It’ll go away after a few minutes. Go on now.”

The next thing I heard was Andy’s unmistakable shout. “Look, Will’s naked!”

As the time approached five thirty, I sent Andy and Joey on their way. I’d called out of pizza and when the delivery guy came, I had my naked charges answer the door, pay and tip him. That was kind of comical. They cracked the front door about a foot and tried to transact business keeping their lower bodies behind the door. I was amused when they tried to get the eighteen inch pizza box through the twelve inch door opening. Finally, I just thrust the door totally opened. Both boys grasped their crotches. I reminded them of where their hands should be. The young driver was treated to two hard penises pointed directly at him. I’d have loved to be at the pizza shop when he tried to reiterate what had happened at that Mitchell house.

We chowed down on pizza and Coke. Then to the boys’ dismay I told them it was time to go meet Cara the fourteen year old tutor across the street. I wanted to get that done while I could put Will on display as well. Why waste a humiliating moment if I did have to? I’d called Cara’s mother and told her there’d be two naked boys at the introduction. She was always as excited during those introductions as I was to make the boys have to do it.

The meeting with Cara and her mother came off as expected. I did take a moment to suggest that Cara could help me with the massages, if she wanted to. It was important to make sure her mother knew, if she did, she’d be rubbing their items of interest as well as the rest of their bodies and, if that was troublesome, we’d drop it and I’d squeeze the massages into my schedule. Of course, the boys were quite shocked at my suggestion some girl only one or two years their senior would have open access to their boyhoods.

I sensed their concern. That’s what motivated me to suggest…

“It might be helpful for me to demonstrate the process right here. You can watch and listen as I do Jack and you do Will right alongside. I’ve been planning on teaching the boys to do each other, but that can wait until you’ve mastered how to do it. It’ll also help your mother understand what I’m asking you to do.”

Both Gloria and her daughter had an eager glint in their eyes. I took it to mean “Hurry up! We can’t wait for this to get started.”

“Okay boys, on the floor on your backs.” As they assumed the supine position, I patted the floor next to Will to show Cara where I wanted her to sit. “Okay boys legs spread wide apart. Arms out to the side.” There they were completely vulnerable. Both penises were as hard as they could possibly have gotten. They were truly beautiful specimens.

Gloria was watching attentively from the couch. A big smile adorned her face.

“Now start by massaging his face like this. Just be calm, gentle and loving. Now his neck and shoulders. That’s it, knead those shoulders like bread dough.” The kid was getting it. “Take your hands and rub with gentle pressure down the middle of his chest like this.” I demonstrated with Jack. “When you get to his boy parts take some time to rub, stroke and gently ‘play’ with them.”

Cara was gently stroking Will’s scrotum and then for lack of better description ‘polishing his knob’.

“You’re a natural with this, Cara. Now go back up to the top of his chest and using both hands rub out from the center at the same time.” I demonstrated. “And, when you get to his hips take some time to once again work on his penis and ball sack. Oh, I’m sorry, his scrotum.” Daughter and mother laughed at my self-correction.

“Now, spend some time using your index and middle fingers to gently stimulate the area between his scrotum and anus.” She was genuinely enjoying this.

“Now we want to do my second most favorite part, their legs. It just feels good to slide your hands over an athletic boy’s firm legs and we have two great examples here. Let’s first just slide our hands up and down the leg, inside, outside and front. When we roll them over, we’ll knead them from butt to foot, but let’s just trace over their skin right now. Don’t forget their feet.”

Cara was a natural. After attending to the boys’ front sides, I ordered them to roll over and spread their arms and legs.

“Cara, if you reach under them you can pull their penises down so the back of their glans or head can be seen. It’ll stay there so as you work on the backs you can occasionally rub what’s showing of the back of their penises.” She slid her hand under Will to reposition his erect appendage. He showed signs of reacting negatively, so I joined her from the opposite side. “Here it is. Just grab it and force it downward.” The boy pinned it into position when his body returned to the throw rug.

I started at Jack’s head and demonstrated gentle ear and scalp massage. Cara followed my lead with Will. We progressed down their arms and worked on their hands. Eventually we returned to their backs and followed the same progression we did on the front.

“Now when you get to their butt cheeks you need to fairly roughly spread them apart and squeeze them. That’s it just like that bread dough.”

The teen was really an ideal student. Her mother was visually glued to the action.

“See the back of his penis?”

She acknowledged she did.

“Use your index and middle fingers to reach down there and rub it. Then as you finish there, rub them around his butt hole. You don’t have to push your fingers in there if you don’t want to, but if you do want to, go ahead and push ‘em in.”

I watched to see how far she’d penetrate the boy. Not far. I, on the other hand, pressed into Jack a good inch or two causing him to complain. A firm swat on his left cheek and admonition of “Hush. Quit complaining.” Shut him up.

We kneaded and worked each area of the back of their legs all the way down. I really love working those calves. Almost as much as their butt cheeks.

Last but not least we did their feet. My experience is that they like their feet done more than most other parts except for… You guessed it. It takes them a while to get used to the massage, but generally by the third or fourth session, if asked where they want more attention, they choose their genitals. Only the shiest of boys choose some area other than their penises and scrotums. I find for those who are timid I can say, “Oh, if you want your boy parts done, just say so. It’s okay. I’m perfectly fine with rubbing them.” And, it works.

On this occasion, Gloria announced, “Hey, I’d like to give that massage thing a try. Can I do one of them?”

“Sure, why don’t you take Jack and Cara you can redo Will on your own. I’ll watch and coach you guys if I have to.”

Gloria anxiously sat on the floor next to Jack and stared admiringly at his little flagpole. “Guess this throws that stereo type about black boys’ penises and white boys’ penises right out the window. Honnneeyyy, I’ve been black all my life. Like it could rub off. I had three brothers and over the years I’ve seen many naked little black boys, but this, this kid is hung. Guess black and white it’s all the same—some long, some short, some skinny and some fat.” She giggled as she took Jack’s penis in hand.

I knew Gloria couldn’t wait for the massage sessions progression to getting there. So did Cara.

She corrected her, “Mom we aren’t doing their boy things yet. First we have to start on their faces.” I laughed.

Following the session, the three of us walked back to my house. Their boners swayed and bounced the whole way three houses down and across the street. Both boys kept surveying whether other people were “seeing them”. They’d get used to it.

After dinner Andy and Joey returned. I sent them out to the pool.

I’d guess it was an hour later, Marge showed up to retrieve her son. Suspecting who was knocking, I sent the fully exposed twelve year old to answer the door with the warning he’d be spanked not by his mother, but by me if he made the slightest effort to cover his package. She was notably excited to see the naked boy openly displaying the things that made him a boy.

Marge’s greeting said it all. “My God Will, look at you. Check out that peepee. You are so good looking. Just look at that.”

I couldn’t resist, but to make it worse for the boy (and fun for the mother.). “Go ahead Marge, you can feel it. Just slide your hand up and down the shaft of squeeze his knob. Do anything you want. He’s yours.”

As she reached to feel her son’s erect penis, the boy moved to cover. His movement was immediately challenged by a loud, firm swat by me to his bare backside. It left a pink hand print. “Don’t go there, Will! You know better.”

His mother gently encircled the hardened phallus. It was a beautiful thing to see. Almost the definition of parental affection. He stood, head bowed, watching his mother’s every move. After exploring the boy’s scrotum with her open hand, she kissed him on the forehead and turned her attention to me. “Now how long does he need to be naked?”

“He should be naked unless he’s going to school, but it’s summer and he won’t be. If you’re going to church, the mall, out to eat, if you’re eating in, that’s about it. If he does need covering, he needs to wear open-leg short-shorts, nothing longer than a two-inch inseam, and at most a tee. No underwear no matter where you’re going. Make him sit with his legs spread so he’s always giving a sneak peek at his penis and ball sack.”

I guess all the activity and the massage training drew Cara’s interest. She made a rare unsolicited visit to the house. She entered without knocking. I introduced her to Marge. That was followed by the young girl acknowledging Will’s presence with a wave and a “Hey Will.”

I saw that as the ideal time to both humiliate the boy and demonstrate for Marge how to do and massage session with her son. “Cara, I’m glad you came. I’ve got to get dinner going and the other boys are out at the pool. Why don’t you massage Will so his mother can learn how to do it? You do remember don’t you, or do you need my coaching?”

“I can do it.”

“Remember lots of attention to the boy parts.”

Marge had a look of apprehension as Will’s agemate ordered him to get in position. Will hesitated with a worried look.

I offered support to Cara’s direction, “Will, you heard the lady. Get on the floor and spread ‘em!”

Marge watched as the thirteen-year-old gently massaged the boy, genitals, anus and all. Will cried for at least ten minutes into the session. I did hear her tell Marge that she liked doing their boy things the best. They were fun to feel. “I guess because they don’t like it.”

Before I got dinner on, I hollered out to the boys to get out of the pool and dry off. Naked or clothed I didn’t need wet boys in my kitchen. They got out and kicked a soccer ball around. As I monitored their activity from the kitchen window, it seemed Jack was getting used to being fully exposed to the neighbor boys. His erections were becoming more spontaneous rather than constant in the boys’ presence.

As I finished up dinner preparation, Marge came in the kitchen. She said she felt confident she could massage Will. “Cara even showed me how to push his hard-on down when he was laying on his belly. She said it made it easier to rub it if I wanted to.” We both laughed. “Hey I was wondering if I might get a few pics on my cellphone of the four boys and Cara to show folks. I especially want Will and Jack front and center.”

“Sure. Why don’t you take Will and Cara out front? I’ll send the other three out there to join you. Take as many as you want. That is unless you want to pose them indoors.”

She chose outside. She said it made it look like we weren’t hiding something and it was a much more public space.

“You want public? Take them out to the front curb. That way the whole neighborhood and passing motorists can enjoy them.”

She opted to do just that. As a note, I’d be glad to share a copy of one or two of the photos Marge took if you ask. She texted them to me right after taking them. E-mail me.

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