Dick or Treat 1

By Gerste

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"Dick or Treat," part I, by Gerste

In a cul-de-sac of modern American suburbia stood the two story home of Mr. and Mrs. Briwahls. Their son, Aiden Briwahls, was an adorable, sandy blonde boy of nine years and three months. A very good-looking boy, he was the rage with all the girls at his school. His build was slender (about 51 lbs) and he had Nordic features, from his Scandanavian and Germanic heritage. He favored his beautiful mother, who was predominantly of British descent, but retained something of his clearly Northern European stock. His father descended from a long line of Swedes and Norwegians, with some Finish and Ukrainian besides.

Aiden had three sisters: the first, named Ashley, was 8; the second, named Shirley, was 11, and the third, named Beverly, was 15. He was the youngest boy, but the second youngest child. He was a little smaller than his 59 pound younger sister. He also had two brothers: Brandon (10) and Aaron (12). All three boys were circumcised. Their Aunt Evelynne was staying the week that Holloween day, when the kids were deciding on a costume.

Mrs. Briwahls and her sister were helping the six children with their costumes. It was decided that little Ashley would go as a princess; Shirley would go as a fairy; and Beverly would help supervise, since she was in high school. Then it came time to decide what costume the boys would wear. Their aunt Evelynne spoke up: "Bridgette [their mother's name], may I make a suggestion for the boys?"

Mrs. Briwahls: "By all means, Evelynne, fire away."

Aunt Evelynne: "Are you familiar with Dr. Madison Kterussioun's new remedy for rambunctious boys? She prescribes excessive humiliation and skin exposure to cure their ambitious male nature and dominating spirits. Let me tell you about it."

The childrens' aunt and mother walked into the other room to discuss this new "procedure." The boys looked at each other inquisitively. Never before had anyone questioned their compliance. Mrs. Briwahls had often boasted about her sons' goodnatured cooperation and obedient dispositions, as well as that of her daughters'. Never before had this even become an issue. She also had bragged about her sons' majestic good looks and athletically toned, slender physiques. They were the talk of the school, where the girls would often stare at them as if in a trance. The boys, for their part, would usually ignore it or shun them in embarrassment. Though it was subtle, it had not occurred to the three boys that their mother had a thing for boys, which she heedfully suppressed at every turn. But all that was about to change; or, rather, HAD changed.

The childrens' aunt and mother re-emerged from the other room, from their "huddle," as it were, to lay out for the boys the new format of their lives. The mother was the first to speak:

Mrs. Briwahls: "Boys, your aunt and I have been discussing this new therapy for sons. We have decided to implement this procedure asap."

The boys again looked at each other in confusion and curiosity. This didn't sound good. She continued:

Mrs. Briwahls: "This procedure requires that you boys become nude from now on, until you enter highschool."

Aunt Evelynne: "Well, until you boys are fifteen or sixteen, at the earliest. Fourteen, of course, is too early."

Mrs. Briwahls: "Right. Now boys, strip down right this instant."

Her three sons looked at her as if to say, "You can't be serious." Aunt Evelynne answered their expression: "Boys, she's serious. And to enforce these new rules, we will be imposing spankings on an ongoing basis, until you fully comply."

The boys stood there stunned, waiting for the two women to say, "We're just kidding." Again, their aunt exploded their skepticism:

Aunt Evelynne: "What? You think we're kidding! Girls, show them how serious we are! Strip them!"

Aiden's three sisters looked at each other, until it sunk in how serious they were. Their aunt had mentioned something about this to them, to prepare them for just such an eventuality.

Aunt Evelynne: "Well, girls, what are you waiting for?"

That was all the behest they needed, before the three of them began tearing off their brothers' clothing, giggling all the while. Once the three boys were entirely nude, and attempting to cover themselves (Aiden himself crouching to preserve whatever trace remained of his modesty), their mother ordered, "Boys, stand up straight and keep your hands to your sides!"

The boys did no such thing, escalating matters to the next step:

Mrs. Briwahls: "Very well, you will not cooperate. It's the belt for the three of you."

At that, the childrens' aunt and mother ordered the girls to bend the boys over while the two of them spanked them. The girls did so, and they did so. The boys' exposed anal clefts and gluteal globes were soon reddened by the 35 strikes their aunt and mother administered to them. The girls, observing this, were euphoric with glee (and wet with excitement). Once the boys were standing again, and crying profusely (as much from the pain as from the embarrassment), aunt Evelynne ordered the girls to bind the boys' hands in back. This done, the two adult females began to apprise their nestling tenderfoots about the new rules:

Mrs. Briwahls: "Boys, we are embarking on a new course of action. You three boys are under new rules. From now on, you will be naked until you are fifteen years old. Your body, and more especially your dicks and nutsacks, will be public property for any and all to see and handle at will, with the one exception of you yourselves. Under no circumstances are you boys ever to touch your dicks or boysacks. Since all three of you have cut penises, or cute penises, is more like it...," she paused a minute to chuckle at her clever jaunt, before continuing with, "...that should be no problem. Others will 'assist' you in using the bathroom. You can touch or wipe your assholes, but not your dicks and balls. You will need to do so when you often spread them for the crowds." Brandon's stomach went cold at this last remark.

Aaron (12): "But if they belong to all, as you say, why not to us? Aren't we included in this 'all'? In fact, don't we own them before anyone else? Aren't they on our bodies?"

Mrs. Briwahls: "No! Aaron, they are not yours, anymore than something that accidentally falls into another's yard belongs to the yard's owner. If I lose a wallet on another's property, it's still mine, right?"

Aaron: "Right, but is that really the same thing?"

Mrs. Briwahls, ignoring his pertinent question: "So by the same token, just because it's on your body does not make it yours, especially if your body is ours anyway. For you to touch it without permission, that would be stealing. These no longer belong to you boys." She grabbed Aaron's genitals to underscore her case in point. She hadn't squeezed so hard as to cause him to double over in pain, but her actions did cause Aaron to bend over a bit out of instinctive reaction. She then ordered him to stand up straight. He did so.

Mrs. Briwahls continued: "Because you are public property, anyone can see your dicks and balls and assholes and entire bodies anytime they wish. We will be making detailed photographs of you three and putting you online just for that very purpose. This will be done on a monthly basis, beginning tonight, when we get back from trick or treating."

Brandon (10): "But what about our costumes? I was going as a pirate."

Mrs. Briwahls: "We have already thought of that. Brandon, you will be going as a nudist. Aiden, you will be going in your birthday suit. Just pretend it's your birthday. And Aaron, you will be going as the naked cowboy."

Aaron: "Don't I get a guitar, at least?"

Mrs. Briwahls: "No need. We all can see that you have an instrument for all of us to play with, except you. Many will be strumming your strings quite a bit here, shortly."

At this, the boys' sisters could not contain their laughter, as each of them chose a brother to molest at that point. Little 8 year old Ashley was fondling her even littler brother Aiden, his flaccid four inch penis. 11 year old Shirley was fondling her 10 year old brother's "5 incher" (flaccid), and Beverly (15) was flondling her 12 year old brother's five and a half flaccid member and his testicles.

Mrs. Briwahls: "Now for the girls' rules."

The boys looked up in anticipation, and the girls looked a bit nervous, until she continued: "Girls, you are not to harm your brothers' boy parts, since they are public domain. That means that you are not to cut their genitals in any way, or squeeze their testicles so as to cause ruptures or perferations. We are not dealing in damaged goods here. Also, you cannot have sexual intercourse with them or expose your privates to them. YOU have privates; but THEY don't. Do you understand?"

The girls nodded, looking relieved that the boys' rules did not extend to them.

Aunt Evelynne then broke in: "If I may, Bridgette, dear, could I field the part about the trick or treating itself."

Mrs. Briwahls: "Oh, sure, Evelynne. Go right ahead."

Aunt Evelynne: "Very good, then. Boys, these are your instructions, which both I and your mother have agreed upon. At every house you go to, you are to say, 'Dick or treat.' Not TRICK or treat, mind you, but DICK or treat. Then you are to explain, or we will, that the resident has the choice of either pulling on your dick, or giving you candy. But chances are good that they will be fondling your every boy part regardless. You got it?"

On hearing this, the boys began to cry even more. One of them, Aiden, gathered the resolve to finally ask the inevitable, amid sniffling: "How [snif, sniff] will we be able to hold our bags up, if our hands are tied."

Mrs. Briwahls: "You let us worry about that part of it. You just keep up your end of things."

Aunt Evelynne then produced a hat and announced, "Good news for Aaron, our naked cowboy. He won't be naked after all. Here's a hat for your head, Aaron." Having said that, she placed the cowboy hat upon his attractive, naturally curly blonde crown. Aaron said, "What about my penis? I'm still naked, really." She responded, "Oh, that remains uncovered, remember?" Aaron responded, while crying, "That's the head I wish you HAD covered."

End of part 1

(The End)