Anatomy Class 1 to 5

By Gerste

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"Anatomy Class," by Gerste, part I

Little Billy Findlie was an attractive, blondish nine year old boy, with slender build. He was the rage with all the girls, though he never reciprocated their subtle overtures nor seemed the least bit interested in girls. Billy's mother and father arranged for him to become the subject of a photo session, ostensibly in the interest of medical research. The photos, he was told, would not include his face, would be selective, and would appear, in small number, in a black and white medical book. Nevertheless, the physician photographing him did take pictures of his face, along with the rest of his body, meanwhile assuring him that this was for cataloging and identity purposes. He would not, he assured Billy, share these photos with anyone, and they would be subsequently destroyed following the final publication of the medical manual in question. Billy, a bashful and fastidiously modest young lad, reluctantly agreed to these terms, provided even his parents were not present during the photo-takes nor even allowed to see the photos. The physician, Dr. Stanely, agreed.

After the long Saturday photo session, during which Billy was self-admittedly embarrassed, he was relieved that it was over. The photo-session took place in August, a few days before the commencement of the school year for Billy. A few days later, the school year began, and Billy took his seat in his new classroom. The homeroom teacher, Mrs. Hamsfeldry, announced that there was going to be an anatomy lesson. Most of the class didn't know what that was, or so it was thought, so an inquisitive classroom momentarily kept Mrs. Hamsfeldry busy with questions as to, "What is an-tome-ee???" (sic), or something to that effect. Mrs. Hamsfeldry answered them all by saying, "It is a study of the human body. Class, today I'm going to show you some photos of the body of a boy. These are very explicit photos. But it's OK, because the subject is a boy." Mrs. Hamsfeldry then gave a slide presentation. The pictures began to look all too familiar to Billy. The slide show presented every aspect of the subject, from his face and naked torso, to his genitals, from all angles, and his buttocks and anus--EVERY thing was shown up close. Billy recognized that it was HIS face in the pictures. He suddenly became angry and embarrassed when he realized that the treacherous Dr. Stanely had betrayed his trust, and apparently gave the photos to his teacher. Little did Billy know at the time, it was a plan concocted, not by the physician in question, but by his mother, female teacher, and girls in his class. His father just went along with the whole scheme, somewhat reluctantly at first.

Billy sat there, squirming, and hoping no one would recognize the boy in the photos. But the image of him was indisputable and clear beyond doubt. Kids began to look back to where he was sitting, as if to ask themselves, "Is that the boy in the photos?" Their curiosity was soon to be satisfied as Mrs. Hamsfeldry summoned Billy to the front of the class and said, after the presentation of the fifty or so photos, "You're probably asking yourselves if you know the naked boy in the photos here. Well, you do. It is Billy here." Then turning to Billy, Mrs. Hamsfeldry said, "Billy, this class has seen all of you naked. So take off all your clothes and let them see you naked in person. You see, Billy, your mother has warned me of your modesty problem. You are a boy, and boys don't need modesty. That is why it is perfectly OK for your doctor to give us these photos for EVERYONE to see. We arranged it. It doesn't matter that he said he would not do that, simply because you have nothing to hide. From now on, you will be nude, until your highschool year, when you turn fifteen."

Billy's stomach began to "knot up." His nervousness was so overwhelming, he almost felt faint-hearted and nauseated.

As Mrs. Hamsfeldry was saying this, she handed out poster-sized copies of the colored, digitally-detailed original 50 or so photos of Billy's entire body (just shown) for everyone in class to have their own complete copies. Billy, feeling sick, staggered toward the door, with the hidden intent of absconding. As if to stop him, some students blocked his way. The girls of the class, as if they had been put wise to the whole affair beforehand, began to strip Billy right there in class. Once he was nude, they walked him back to where Mrs. Hamsfedry was standing, after having passed out his nude "medical" photos. They made sure to hold his arms so he could not cover himself. Billy felt betrayed and hurt. Still, there was something else untoward about all this.

End of part 1

"Anatomy Lesson," by Gerste, Part II

Billy Finlie was mortified by what he was seeing. Every eye in the class was on his nude body, and many girls were eyeing his exposed genitals. Mrs. Hamsfeldry instructed the girls who were detaining him to bind his hands behind his back via the flexicuffs she gave them. They did.

Despite all the embarrassing scrutiny he was receiving, Billy mustered enough of his waning strength to again register his complaint to Mrs. Hamsfeldry, who was also staring at his penis, "Dr. Stanely promised he would not share those photos of me! He PROMISED!!! This is soooo unfair!" Billy dissolved into tears.

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "Now Billy, your body, especially your dick, balls and asshole, are not yours. They are now community property. You are a boy, and boys don't need privacy for their penises and testicles. Only grown-ups and girls have privates."

At this, some of the boys in class began to squirm, as they inferred the broader ramifications of Mrs. Hamsfeldry's unequivocal statement. They prudently decided not to challenge this strange axiom. She continued: "And Mr. Stanely did not violate his promise to you, any more than one 'violates' or breaks a promise to oneself."

Billy furrowed his brow and squinted his eyes. Mrs. Hamsfeldry read the puzzled expression on Billy's cute little face, prompting her to elaborate further: "Billy, say I promise myself that I would not eat a cherry pie I made and stored in the refrigerator, but then ate it anyway. To whom did I break my word?"

Billy: "To yourself?"

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "Exactly. There was no harm to anyone else. It is the same here. You're a boy, and have no need of bodily privacy whatsoever. Your body and genitals belong to everyone, except yourself. So Dr. Stanely did not break his word to you, since these body parts of 'yours' were not really yours to begin with, but his and everyone else's. He merely broke his word to himself, which is none of your business."

Billy was having a hard time following this inane "logic." He responded, "But we are not talking about someone's own self-baked pie, or someone's own body. We are talking about MY body, which belongs to ME. ME! ME! MMMMEEE!!!!!!"

Billy was abruptly interrupted by a swift swat acrossed his face, by Mrs. Hamfeldry's hand.

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "That'll be quite enough out of you, young man. I see we have to be more firm with you. I believe a good, long spanking is in order here. But first, let us go over the new rules you're under. Rule number one: You will be naked at all times, except in school, where you will be allowed to wear only sandals, and nothing else. This rule will be in effect until you turn 15."

Billy: "But that's like milliions of years from now."

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "It's about five years, eleven months and three weeks, since you just turned nine not seven days ago."

Billy: "Five days ago."

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "Enough! No more interruptions. Rule number two: Since 'your' peter, ballsack and pert little asshole, which we'll be seeing a lot of here shortly, do not belong to you, but everone else, you are never allowed to touch or cover your dickie or balls without permission."

Billy: "What about going to the bathroom?"

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "I'm getting to that, and you just earned yourself another spanking. That's two so far. As for toiletries and bathing privileges, you will always have someone to 'assist' you in those areas. Even then, you are never to touch your dick or balls even to clean, pee or scratch, without express permission from someone else. You had better not so much as swat a mosquito off your balls or dick. Got that? Usually a girl or grown-up has jurisdiction in the area of grooming you or allowing you to void...er...pee, but boys will still be able to touch you anywhere; they will just not be able to give permission relative to toiletries, except at the discretion of a girl or grown-up, who may allow them to give permission. Understood?"

Billy: "Sort of."

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "Perhaps the belt will teach you better?"

Billy: "No, no, I understand...I guess."

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "There's no guessing about it. You either understand or you don't!"

Billy: "OK, OK, I understand!"

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "Good! And you are always to cooperate fully with anyone who wishes to touch or see your, I mean, THEIR penis and testicles that are on 'your' body. If you see anyone staring, make sure they can see your peter and balls. Walk up to them and give them a close up shot. Show them your asshole, too."

Billy, weeping, managed another question: "Am I able to touch my ass?"

Mrs. Hamseldry: "Yes, of course. You will need to part those cute little asscheeks of yours to show as many people as possible, won't you, silly? Oh, yeah, and to take a shit. All that brings me to the next rule: Rule number three: Anyone who wishes to film you can do so, and you are to make sure they have as many face, ass and dick and ball shot as possible. Part your asscheeks and pose. Make sure they have plenty of close-ups of EVERYthing on you. Understand?"

Billy: "Yeah, I'm now an illegal porn star."

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "Wrong! This is NOT porography. You are a boy and have nothing to hide. There are no girls or women and probably no men in these photo shots. It cannot be called pornography. Understand? My belt is waiting for an affirmative answer!"

Instead, a cascade of expletives flowed as Billy began to cuss out Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "You fucking cunt, cocksucking, motherfucking bitchy assed..."

Billy was trying to be as shocking as he could, encouraged by his nude state. After he had exhausted the sailor's lexicon, he saw a very infuriated Mrs. Hamsfeldry leering back at him. His blood ran cold.

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "Bend him over." That done, Mrs. Hamsfeldry proceeded to tan, or rather, redden, Billy's buttocks with her belt. After about 45 whacks, she then told the attending students to part his buttocks. Girls rushed in for a closer look, but made sure not to block anyone else's view. She then proceeded to do the same on Billy's poor anus, doubling the number as Billy cried out in writhing pain with each dead-on-target blow. After 90 such bulls eye whacks, Mrs. Hamsfeldry instructed her students to stand Billy up. She then asked the weeping subject again if he understood.

"Understood," he shot back, biting his lip.

Then turning to her class, Mrs. Hamsfeldry said, "Now we begin our first anatomy lesson."

End of part two.

"Anatomy Lesson," by Gerste, part III

Nine y.o. Billy Finlie was in something of a dilemma: on the one hand, he was under strict new rules, enforced by the harshest, most draconian spankings, the likes of which his smarting anus had never experienced up until that point; on the other hand, he was an analytical little boy, and reasoned that he was the one in the right, but could not protest his fate. Maybe, he thought, this enforced nudity and distribution of these explicit photos of himself would be confined to this classroom. Maybe Mrs. Hamsfeldry, to say nothing of Dr. Stanely, overstepped their boundaries and will be held accountable soon enough. Maybe, in short, this whole traumatic experience will soon come to an end after today. Surely his mother and father would put a stop to all this, once they found out. Perhaps Mrs. Hamsfeldry is deceiving him into think they approved...such were his thoughts. His ruminations were interrupted by Mrs. Hamsfeldry's cell-phone call to someone...

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "Bring in the camera equipment and enlarged TV screen."

On hearing this, Billy's hair stood on end. This could not be good. In lieu of angry protests, which were suppressed by the nagging pain in his nether regions, tears started to well up in his ocean-blue eyes as he realized his helpless situation. Students, especially girls, would take turns feeling Billy's genitalia as they waited for the new classroom visual equipment to be set up for the apparent "lesson." After about ten minutes, Mrs. Hamsfeldry had everyone take their seat while she announced that the lesson was finally to begin. As Billy stood helpless at the front of the class, a rather large camera, attended by two camera-men, was trained on his person. Mrs. Hamsfeldry began the lesson, thus:

"Children, we are going to examine Billy here with this digitized, detailed camera, very, very closely."

Then, beginning with the boy's torso, Mrs. Hamsfeldry had the camera zoom in on every facet of Billy's anatomy, as Mrs. Hamsfeldry would identify various muscles and bones which stood out in the surface anatomy of a thin boy, with particular emphasis on each oreola (nipple). "On boys," she admonished, "these nipples do not grow into breasts, and even as children, you girls must be modest in this area. It is otherwise with boys. With boys, NO parts are for modesty. All parts are for public display. Which brings us to Billy's public penis and scrotum..."

The 7 ft. by 5 ft. crystal clear screen of the TV monitor zoomed in on all of Billy's penis and testicles. Mrs. Hemsfeldry proceeded to situate Billy's genitalia in various positions for the camera, meanwhile describing the various features of the penis and scrotum. Every eye darted from her manipulations to the camera screen and back again repeatedly, as if they were watching a tennis match. She described the glans ("head"), the eurethra (visually obvious from lifting the penis and locating the under-side), the meatus ("peehole"), the various close-up imperfections and terrain of the scrotum from all sides, etc. She had Billy turn around, as she then did the same with Billy's gluteus maximus, peraneum and, after having him squat and spread his legs, his rectum. She even had Billy stretch and part his anus as far as he could (she removed the cuffs momentarily just for such an occasion, only to replace them shortly thereafter), so everyone could see up his rectum. From every fine hair on his slender, muscular legs, to every goosebump on his slender chest, back or shoulders, everything was visible to the whole class, short of an electron-microscope. The demonstration took 57.9 minutes, 29.8 minutes of which were focused on his genitals alone.

Little Karen Sisten raised her hand and proffered the following request: "Could we have an assembly where we can share this with the WHOLE school, or even several schools? All my friends need to see this, as well as EVERYone else."

Mrs. Hamsfeldry: "Karen, that is an excellent idea. But I'm way ahead of you. Tomorrow, we are having an assembly for all three elementary schools to gather to see this footage of this demonstration on a far bigger monitor. And the details will be even more pronounced. We will be sending this to all the state schools, elementary, middle and high, and they, in turn, to others. We also plan to send it to all the state colleges."

Karen smiled sadistically and said, "Excellent!"

Billy's initial fantasy that the day's events would be an isolated occurance were slowly dying. But the nail on the coffin was soon to follow, as Mrs. Hamsfeldry announced, "And furthermore, this footage will be updated and posted online as soon as today. Each student will be given the web address, and you will be required to share it with everyone you know or meet. Understood?"

The girls, and some of the boys, variously responded with, "Of course, gladly!!!"

Mrs. Hamsfeldry then instructed Billy to go to each student and staff member, especially the girls and women, and apologize for hiding his genitals from them before that day and to ask them if they would each like to feel them and his anus, after which he was to bend and show them the latter. Mrs. Hamsfeldry instructed Billy further that he was not only to do this for each student in the class, but for every student in the school building--some eight hundred of them. That was Billy's assignment for the day. Billy was accompanied by a few female students to make sure he completed his task properly. Most of the time, Billy was choking out his words, but eventually, he repeated them by rote and angrily submitted to his fate. Of the more than 800 students, no one, especially the girls and women staff, refused his "invitation." Billy's anus was sore from all the thousands of fingers, sometimes three or four at a time, which invaded his hole. The girls "honored" the modesty decorum so far as their own privacy was concerned, but violated his naked state routinely and joyously.

When Billy was finally sent home on the bus, nude, of course, he was instructed by Mrs. Hamsfeldry to go to one of the bus seats, lay on his back, and throw back and spread his legs (buttocks facing the aisle), so that each student, in particular the girls, could more readily and easily go over to where he was sitting and feel his boy parts, in turn. "We must make this easy for them. After all, these are theirs to play with at will. It isn't fair to them that it should be easier for you to touch them than they. Your hands will remain cuffed until you reach home. Your mother, who's on board with all of this, also has a key." Billy resigned himself to his fate and complied, as each girl on the bus felt him up on the trip home. They were "cooperative" with each other, as they wanted to be "fair" and "unselfish." When Billy exited the bus, still nude, he was somewhat relieved, though not patricularly elated, to see home, although he felt that nowhere was now safe, if everything he heard about his mother's attitude here was true. He walked up to his house and kicked the door with his foot in repitition, since he could not "knock" in the conventional way, his hands still being cuffed behind his back.

The door opened, and he was greeted by the presence of his mother and two sisters. Billy knew it was all true when they didn't act the least bit surprised at his naked appearance. All eyes were fixed on his genitals. Billy then knew he was going to have to get used to having people stare at his "privates" (for want of a more accurate word).

End of part 3.

"Anatomy Lesson," by Gerste, part IV:

There Billy Finlie stood, at the threshold of the entryway to his home, sulking and fuming.

Mrs. Finlie: "Billy, don't just stand there like a statue! Come in!"

Billy: "Mom, Dr. Stanely lied. He shared those medical photos with my teacher at school, and she shared them with all my fellow homeroom students. Mrs. Hamsfeldry said you knew about this."

Mrs. Finlie: "Actually, Billy, I not only knew about it, I and others put him up to it. I, your teacher and a few other women were concerned about your modesty problem. You are a boy, and boys don't need modesty. They need nude exposure, so that we females can see everything you have, especially that nice circumcized dick, ballsack and asshole of yours."

Billy bridled at his mother's crass reference to his genitalia and hind-regional orifice. If it had been most anyone else, and if he had been clothed at the time, he might not have bristled; and would probably even have found it a little amusing. But immediate circumstances, coupled with his mother's evident treason, lent a more somber mood to his musings, and his scowl took a more dour turn.

Mrs. Finlie: "Billy, get in here this instant! I'm through arguing with you! Or would you like a second ass-whipping? That's right, I heard about your sullen attitude at school, mister. You will not take that tone with me!"

Billy entered slowly, almost haltingly. After his mother had shut the door behind him, Billy saw five other figures (five, that is, besides his two sisters and mother) to his left in the living room. He recognized two female cousins, about his own age; and three female friends of his elder sister, each about her age. His elder sister, Nastasha, and his younger, Laura, (both present) were 14 and 8, respectively.

Once inside, his sisters walked over to him and began examining his body, especially his formerly "private" regions. The aforementioned guests in the livingroom seemed to spring to life and came over to him and joined in examing his every body part. His mother said nothing, but seemed to be enjoying the spectacle. After a few minutes, she, too, started examining him. Billy wanted to crawl out of his skin. Only he had no choice but to stand there, mouth agape, as the girls satisfied their most prurient curiosities (solely by examining him). Billy noticed, as he had at school hundreds of times that day, that they seemed to be "wetting" themselves "down there." Since they were fully clothed, of course, he couldn't tell for sure. He didn't know enough about female reproductive physiology to realize that these clothed voyeurs had not urinated. Billy was made to bend over, as he had many, many times earlier that day, while the girls took turns "finger-poking" his "hole." They even tried hard to stick their finger in his urinary orifice ("peehole"), but to no avail. After a seemingly protracted 21 minutes, Mrs. Finlie decided to go over the new "etiquette rules" with Billy, while the rest continued the "examination."

Mrs. Finlie: "Billy, I don't know if Mrs. Hamsfeldry informed you, but you are under new rules. You are a boy, and boys don't need modesty, like we females do. Your body, especially your dick, ballsack and butt hole, are anyone's and everyone's property. And you are not allowed to touch your dick or balls without permission from others."

Billy, fatalistically: "Yes, mom, Mrs. Hamsfeldry told me all the rules. She also said you would support and enforce them as well. I guess she was right after all." Billy, morose, began to cry.

Mrs. Finlie: "Billy, this is for your own good. Well, maybe it's for everyone's good. But really, Billy, what do you have to hide? You're neither a girl nor a grown-up. You are only thinking of yourself. Think of others and their rights. They have a right to your body, and your have a 'right,' indeed, a duty, to oblige them. Understand?" Now that "mono-termed" question had been eluding Billy for the last nine hours. But he knew he had better not negate her claim; Mrs. Hamsfeldry's belt had taught him as much.

Billy, tears still flowing: "Sure, mom."

Billy no longer felt like the unwitting dupe of Dr. Stanely. He now felt like the unwitting dupe of many a female, who collaborated together, connived and hatched this plot. But little did Billy know, this was only the beginning...

Billy: "Mom, was there ever any medical book publication like you said?"

Mrs. Finlie: "Honey, yes, in a manner of speaking. Your images are now online, and posted all over the internet. Not only so, but, until you reach the age of fifteen, I will be taking monthly pictures of you, ALL of you, every part of your body, and posting them online, so that as many people as possible will see your nice five inch peter, your nuts and asshole, as well as the rest of you. Your face, of course, will be in most of the shots, but everyone will know it's you anyways. We will advertize this site with everyone at your school and everywhere online as much as possible, especially on the boylover sites. That's right, dear, many will be jacking off to pictures of you...ALL of you; especially when they see that that cock of yours is almost 7 and half inches erect. [They measured it both ways at the school "anatomy lesson" earlier that day.] That reminds me, your first monthly photo session is now."

That said, Mrs. Finlie, while pulling on Billy's penis, led him into the living room, where a large digital camera was present. She proceeded to photograph his every aspect, especially his anus and genitals, in the most intimate and detailed fashion. The pictures would have been classified as salacious had it been a girl subject. But only Billy was in the pictures, except for an occasional female hand protruding from the side to penetrate his anus or lift his penis. The girls watched the photography session with an excited look on their collective faces. Once the 400 or so pictures were taken, from every conceivable angle and position (the favorate one being the anal/genital simultaneous poses of him), the images were uploaded by Mrs. Finlie and company onto the household computer, and posted online for any and EVERY one to see. It was the site on which the uncensored, extremely explcit anatomy lessons of earlier that day were uploaded. The hits climbed higher and higher (into the thousands of thousands), as Billy's heart plummeted lower and lower. (Billy saw all of this, as everyone made sure.)

After the photo-shoot and image upload, the girls resumed their examinations of Billy and began to invent creative games involving how many fingers they could insert into Billy's wearied anus. This was eventually interrupted by bathtime, during which his sisters, to be accompanied by the aforesaid female company that night, were to bathe Billy. It was the first time that night that the cuffs were removed. The bathing process was prolonged by the fact that each girl took turns cleaning Billy's genitals and anus. No one gave him permission, of course, to touch his genitals, and refused when he asked. Whenever he would defecate and urinate, they were to assiste the latter process and check the former; for part of the new rules involved him being checked anally after every bowl movement. After his bath and toilet time, the girls left the flexicuffs off and taunted him by putting itching powder on his genitals and daring him to "just TRY and touch them." The inevitable happened and Billy furiously scratched his itching genitals, which was immediately reported to his mother, who then spanked him (despite knowing what they had done). She gave him thirty whacks on the buttocks with a belt, and twenty-four on the raw anus, to the screeching delight of the girl audience. They then re-applied the itching power and watched as Billy fought himself, literally sweating and biting his lower lip, to resist scratching, so horrified was he at the prospective spanking pain to his anus. They kept this up for hours, until they finally tethered Billy's four outstretched limbs to the four bedposts of his bed, he himself facing upward, re-applied the itching powder to his tormented penis and scrotum (very thoroughly) and left him screaming for the night, helpless to scratch the horrible itch. They all went to bed, and fell asleep, except for Billy. The screaming died down after two hours, and one of the girls, like clockwork, awoke to the new silence. She then went into Billy's room and re-applied another coat of itching powder to the lad's genitals. The squirming and screaming resumed. "There, that's better," she said, "now I can get some sleep." Having said that, she went back to bed, with all the alacrity and self-affirming cheer of one having completed a joyous "task."

End of part 4.

"Anatomy Lesson," by Gerste, part V:

Billy finally fell asleep after the prolonged effects of the itching powder wore off. He was awakened again, three hours hence, by his mother, who untied him and allowed him to use the bathroom, under her "supervision," of course. (She held his penis while he urinated, as he had not been given permission to touch his genitals.) Mrs. Finlie informed her son that he would be allowed to wear shoes and brief socks to and from school, which was to be his only school "attire." This was the only occasion that he "wore clothes," as it were. He would also need to use the bus there and back.

Mrs. Finlie: "Billy, today you take the middle school bus. While on the bus, you are to go from student to student and apologize for hiding from them your peepee and nutsack for so long, and ask them if they'd like to play with them and with your asshole; then you are to turn around and show them your asshole as you say this. Pretty much the same routine you did yesterday. Once you arrive at the middle school, you are to go from class you class and do the same questioning and apologizing routine with the staff and students once classes are started. The teachers know all about this ahead of time. The students, however, are in for a surprise, although they likely have your detailed photos we took of you yesterday. We sent them to every student in the state via a special program. Every kid in this state probably knows what you look like nude, in the most detailed way, better than even you do. And it's also really funny how we lied to you and told you that the original anatomy photos were only going to be black and whites in an obscure medical book, when they are colored digital images which bring out the smallest details of your whole body. Those pictures were also E-mailed to them." She laughed hysterically, even sardonically, as if she had heard the funniest joke. Billy failed to see the humor in all this. He feigned soicism, but inside really felt betrayed, used and objectified by everyone. An ugly feeling, something visceral, almost, was forming in the pit of his stomach. This was going to scar him forever, and it was only beginning.

Mrs. Finlie, speaking further: "We assigned to you a few of the girls here, who will ensure that you comply with my every instruction throughout the day. But just in case you get any funny ideas about touching that penis and ballsack of 'yours'...," she then turned him around and once more cuffed his hands behind his back. Billy asked how he would eat.

Mrs. Finlie: "The girls have a key and will allow you to eat at their discretion."

Mrs. Finlie did unlock the flexicuffs momentarily for Billy's small breakfast. He was watched to make sure he didn't touch his genitalia. Billy felt a nagging itching sensation on his testicles, and a persistent fly kept landing on them. Billy would shew the pest away, feeling that was acceptable, until the girls told him not to. Billy was also instructed to always sit with his legs spread as far apart as possible and in full view of everyone, so that anyone could see them at will, just by glancing over at him. Mrs. Finlie explained: "After all, Billy, these are not your dick and ballsack, they are everyone's, everyone, that is, except yours. Since it is against all propriety in polite society to 'scratch yourself' or 'touch yourself' in public [by using the reflexive pronoun "yourself," she was euphemistically referring to one's privates, of course], the girls and grownups around you cannot view or touch their privates in public. That seems unfair. So, to compensate, they have, instead, yours to view and touch, if they so wish, since your equipment is theirs to begin with. They can vicariously see and touch 'themselves' by doing so to you. Does that make sense, Billy?" Of course, Billy didn't think that it made sense at all. Not only was the vocabulary a little too "adult" for him, but the concept itself seemed almost illogical, hidden in a garb of pretense. But he dared not disagree, or risk another medieval style spanking. Billy said "Yes, it makes sense," patronizing her.

Billy sat at a tall portable table with his legs spread obscenely wide, to comply with everyone's wishes but his own; but this only served to facilitate the fly's insistent efforts to continually land on Billy's penis and testacles. Billy squirmed as the ordinary house fly bit him repeatedly, making it almost impossible to resist swating it. The girls simply giggled and watched the show as they whispered to each other. After breakfast, Billy's hands were again cuffed behind his back, to keep him from touching his genitalia. The girls decided to wash Billy's testacles and penis again for hygienic reasons, since many were going to be handling them that day (the proliferation of "fly germs" were to be avoided, of course). Later, Billy and his escort then entered the bus and Billy was made to go from student to student, all of them middleschoolers, and fulfill the prescribed routine. Everyone seemed to "accept" his apology, and no one, especially the girls, refused his "invitation" to handle his genitals and anus. They noticed how clean his anus was, since the girls had spent so long cleaning it the night before. Once Billy exited the bus, and classes had started, Billy had to go from student to student, and from staff member to staff member, with the same prescribed routine, his escort in tow. There were over 600 students, and fifty some staff, so, as before, several students or teachers at a time would examine him, and his "requests" and "apologies" were made to two to five students or people at a time, to make sure everyone had a chance to feel him all over. His female escort, themselves students, made sure he didn't miss a beat. Every student fulfilled their curiosity about his body, his WHOLE body, and none refused. The girls seemed to take twice as long, which was duly promoted by his female escort.

Billy's "schooltime" routine for the following three weeks was to go to the different schools (high, middle and elementary, and even colleges) to perform this assigned task. At times he would cry; at others, he would seem almost nonchalant and resigned, though inside he hated everything and everyone. On the weekends, Billy's assigned routine consisted in going from neighbor to neighbor, for miles and miles, and making the same "request" and "apology," as his mother would slowly follow with the car. Hundreds of neighbors got the chance to feel up and intimately film Billy, and Billy was growing increasingly angry with the world in general and women in particular.

One weekend, a news crew showed up in front of Billy's house. His mother didn't seem surprised (she wouldn't be; she invited them), and had Billy make a public statement. In it, he was to invite anyone who wished to "come on over" and examine his body for themselves. He partially cried as he choked out the remaining words, written down by his mother, "Here, take a close look at my dickie-wicke and ballzy-wallzie." (His mother instructed him to try to sound "seductive" and "sensual" as he said this. His attempts came off unnatural and affected.) The camera would then zoom in on his genitalts as his mother would situate them accordingly, making certain that every millimeter was visible to the camera's eye. He then bent over, parted his buttocks and showed them his toutly stretched anus, as per her instruction. The aperture filled with various close-up shots of his buttocks and anus. Nothing, not even the slightest inch of Billy, was left out. The camera crew, after "handling" Billy themselves, assured his mother that millions of news viewers from every part of the globe would see this uncut, uncensored footage, and that Billy's phone number, house address and web address (of his monthly nudes) would be printed at the bottum of the TV screen throughout the news clip, which would take up a full nine minutes. Hours later, Mrs. Finlie was delighted to learn that the camera men kept their word. Billy was all over the news, from the local news to the ubiquitous BBC, and calls started coming in from all over. Girls, men and women from all over would come to visit, usually by appointment (but Mrs. Finlie did her best not to turn anyone away), and examined Billy for themselves. The men and boys were allowed to have anal sex with him, provided they were medically cleared for AIDS and STDs. Mrs. really did love her son, but, more especially, she knew the counterproductive results of spreading diseases ("counterproductive" to her cause here, that is). The girls and women were not allowed to expose themselves to him or have coitus with him, so as to preserve their modesty in front of a young boy. The website of Billy's explicit nudity grew by the millions at an expeditious rate. Mrs. Finlie even had Billy's bedroom wall replaced with a thick, bullet-proof class sheet, which also acted as a support, just so that total strangers could view the naked Billy any time he was in his room and view his nude state. Billy was instructed to always accomodate their curiosities, by walking up to the transparent "ghost wall" and make sure they get an eye-full. He would stand near, and bend, so people could "see up his ass" (his mother's words and instruction). In all this, Billy felt quite alone (and such things, and more, would continue until he turned fifteen). But Billy was soon to have much company; none of it female, of course.

(The End)