Strip Poke-Him 4 and 5

By Gerste

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"Strip Poke-Him," by Gerste, Part IV

It took fully 3 hours before the effects of the potent itching powder wore off, during which Simon was in torment and wanted sorely to scratch his itchy penis and testicles. But since his hands were streched tout on his bed by means of the rope, he could not do a thing about it. After the effects wore off, he eventually fell into a fitful sleep, around 4:00 A.M. Sunday morning. His dreams were filled with nightmares about hundreds of hands feeling his whole body. He awoke in a cold sweat, and was relieved to see that it had been only a nightmare. His bound state quickly reminded him, however, that his waking state was not far different from the nightmare from which he had just escaped, and that, in fact, hundreds of hands had indeed felt every inch of him only the day before. Again he fell back asleep, only to be awakened a few hours later by his mother, Mrs. Ditther, who asked if he needed to use the bathroom.

Simon: "Yes, I have to pee."

Mrs. Ditther: "Very well, then, I'll hold your penis while you urinate. Remember, you cannot touch your penis without permission from someone, and I didn't give you permission."

Simon, still at a loss to fathom all of this: "Sure, mom."

After Simon had urinated into the bathroom toilet bowl, with his mother holding his penis for aim, Mrs. Ditther played with his penis for a while and then instructed him on the day's events: "Melissa's friends are coming over, about ten in number, each about her age, and you will need to answer the door as you are, without covering up, and ask them if they would like to play with your dick and balls. Also, turn around and show each of them your asshole and ask if they would also like to play with it. You will always answer the door whenever we have guests or anyone knocks, and you will always answer it in this prescribed manner. Is that clear, Simon?"

Simon, looking down: "Yes."

Mrs. Ditther: "Good. Now go wake your sisters so they can play with that cock of theirs--you know, the one attached to you? I understand they are trying to see how long they can make it."

Simon looked at her with a perplexed expression on his family, as if to say, "How did you know that?" Simon then left for Melissa's room. Melissa awoke and began to play with Simon's penis and testicles. As if by instinct, Carol came into the room and did the same. They resumed their quest to make his penis 8.5 inches in a month, and Simon was again in torment as they squeezed his erect penis as hard as they could for about a half hour. When they had "finished," Carol led Simon downstairs by the penis, and began to rummage for food.

Mrs. Ditther emerged onto the scene and informed Carol that everyone was eating out for breakfast. Carol, who was still in her PJ's, ran upstairs to change, when the door rang.

Mrs. Ditther: "That's your cue to answer it. And remember what I told you, Simon. I, or someone else, will always be listening to make sure you follow my directions to the letter. And you had better not disobey my orders."

Simon then went to the door and reached for the handle. He hesitated before opening it, trying to contain his perpetual embarrassment.

Mrs. Ditther: "Well, open it. What are you waiting for? A good belt on the ass?"

Simon summoned his strength and opened it; the image appeared of 10 girls he had never met before, all gawking at his penis. Simon swallowed hard, saying, "Wou...would do want...like t..t..to touch m...my p...penis?" he stammered out, palid from fright. He turned around, parted his buttocks with his hands, and showed them each his anus.

The girls, who were put wise to all of this beforehand, giggled and variously said, "Of course. Look at that huge whopper of a penis. Let's examine him." Once more Simon was the subject of intense examination as each girl examined his every inch, especially his formerly intimate regions, in gratuitous detail. A few of them took detailed pictures of every one of his aspects (penis, testicles, anus, face, etc., etc.), and promised each other that they would share with each other and everyone they could. Simon was once more red faced and exceedingly embarrassed at all their comments and fixations. He began to cry. Mrs. Ditther, who had watched from "the shadows," eventually emerged to announce that they were all going to the restaurant for breakfast. Melissa and Carol came down with Mr. Ditther, who announced that he had returned home late last night and was glad to see that Simon had adjusted to his new "wardrobe," such as it was. He went over to where Simon was still being probed and prodded by the rabble of girls and joined in examining his son.

Simon, exasperated and dumbfounded: "Oh no, not you, too, dad?"

Mr. Ditther: "Yes, son, things have changed for you. From now on, that rather nice size package is now community property, along with basically the rest of you." He ended by examining Simon's anus, inserting as many fingers as possible, to the extreme discomfort of his sqirming son. He managed four fingers.

After a little bit, everyone was ready, including the naked Simon, to go eat. They all packed into the two cars, with Mrs. Ditther in one car, and Mr. Ditther in the other. Simon was lodged between two girls who were playing with his member the whole time.

Simon then decided to ask his mother, who was driving the car he was in, "If my nude state is no big deal because I'm just a boy, why is everyone so interested in it?" Simon thought it was an interesting, if paradoxical, question, until Mrs. Ditther shot it down.

Mrs. Ditther: "That'll be enough out of you, young man. What do I look like? A philosopher? Now resign yourself to your new set of circumstances, and I don't want to hear another word about it! When we get to the restaurant, dear, you are to go from table to table and ask if anyone would like to feel your dick and balls. Also, show them each your pucker, understand?"

Simon, blinking back the tears: "Y..yess!!!"

When they arrived at the restaurant, Simon almost forgot himself and tried to cover up at the sight of so many strangers. Mrs. Ditther at once slapped away his hands and sternly said, "That just earned you a spanking!" She bent him over in full view of everyone and wacked his trembling buttocks. They all then entered the restaurant, which was crowded with about 80 people. His mother had Simon go to each table and repeat his ritual of asking each person if they would like to feel his "dick" and "balls" and "asshole" (during which he would show them the latter). Carol went with him to make sure he performed this task properly and to make certain not a single person was missed. No one, it seems, said no, and many pictures were taken, in the same way as before. After awhile (over an hour), Simon took his seat at the two booths where his family and the girls were seated. They ate, and Simon was aloud to use the girl's restroom, with the understanding that there were no females going to the bathroom or in a state of undress at the time. He was watched and supervised by all the girls in the restroom at the time, with Melissa attending. After defecating and wiping, he was made to bend over while each girl present examined him to make sure he was clean.

After the restaurant it was "decided" that they would all go to the beach. The girls all had their suits on under their clothes. Simon, of course, would be nude. Mrs. Ditther instructed her son to ask each person on the beach if they wanted to handle his (or, rather, their) penis, testicles and anus. She took a red marker and wrote the words on his front and back torso, "Please feel my dick, balls and asshole," with an arrow pointing down.

Once they arrived at the beach, about nine A.M., they saw that it was crowded. Mrs. Ditther instructed the girls to take turns, all ten of them (and Simon's sisters), making sure Simon asked each person the prescribed questions, and to keep track of the names of the participants, all numbered as before. For the next nine hours, Simon performed his duty, at times stonefaced, at others crying, while the "note taker" kept track. The number of people who examined every inch of Simon's body, which turned out to be the whole beach, turned out to be 617. Many took pictures as before (filming every inch of him), and promised to show these detailed photos to as many as possible. The girls also made sure each of the participants received a paper with the web address of Simon's sexual growth exhibition written on it. Simon's activity drew the attention of a TV camera crew who happened to be there at the beach, and Simon was made to "give a show" to the whole world. His mother wrote up the script and he was made to say and do the following, all intermittently interrupted by Simon's occasional outburst of tears:

"I'm proud of my six inch dick and my big balls. Here, have a good look, planet earth."

A zoom-in focused on his genitalia from all angles. He also bent over at his audience's behest and presented his outstretched anus to the world. Simon was then given permission to make his penis "hard," and he gained an erection while the world watched. Simon was given a ruler, which he held up to measure his erect penis (which filled the screen), and said: "I'm proud of my eight inch penis, and I invite the whole world [sob, sniff]...to come play with it whenever they want...as they are not mine, but everyone's."

The camera crew promised Mrs. Ditther that many millions would see this footage as is, unedited, and that many TV stations around the world carry the story as such as well.

When they all arrived back at Mrs. Ditthers house ninety minutes later, Mrs. Ditther was delighted to see that the footage, a full unedited seven minute segment of everything, was already on all the news channels. Simon watched in horror as his face, full body (front and back), and then close-ups of his penis, testicles and anus, filled the screen in detail. The news caster announced and repeated the web address and home address of Simon several times, adding that the story shall be online for anyone who missed them. The phone began to ring and Mrs. Ditther began to book appointments for anyone who wanted to come and examine Simon's body for themselves. Simon's heart kept sinking deeper and deeper as he heard and saw all this.

"Strip Poke-Him," by Gerste, part V

Simon Ditther was not happy at all. After having spent all Sunday at the beach being felt up and photographed in all his glory, he was now treated to a televised view of himself on every news channel. The news team apparently shot the story and footage to all the stations around the world, who took it up immediately throughout their various airtimes. (News networks which missed their time slot owing to time zone differences were slated to carry the story and show the footage the next day.) That Sunday evening, Simon watched as the girls went to the computer to open the "Simon Photo-Site" of his nude "development," and observe the hits literally climb into the one hundred millions bracket.

Melissa: "Wow, millions are seeing every inch of you, Simon. How does that make you feel?" Simon felt tainted and filthy.

Simon: "Shut the fuck up. This is bullshit. I can't take this any more."

With that, Simon dissolved into tears, with his sisters giggling.

Carol: "The whole world is going know how you look nude, better than you ever did."

That night, after bathing Simon, Carol and Melissa, with the help of the other girls, who were spending the night, resumed their quest to make Simon's nearly eight inch erect penis a full eight and a half inches within a month. They measured it after excessive sqeezing for hours (while Simon sqirmed and fidgeted), and then found that it had only "grown" to 7 and 15/16th inches.

Melissa: "That's about one sixteenth of an inch in two nights. We should make our goal if we continue."

When Simon went to bed that night, tide to the four posts, his penis was very sore. They had "mercy" on him and left off the itching powder, but they assured him that Monday was going to be a busy day, so he'd need his rest.

Simon's mother awoke Simon for school at 6:00 A.M. After untying him, she again "assisted" him at urinating. She then allowed him to "dress," which entailed donning a pair of shoes and short socks. Simon still couldn't believe he was only allowed these paltry items, and then he would exchange them for a pair of sandals once they arrived at school.

Simon was in for another surprise. His mother and father tide him to the back of the car spread eagle, so that his anus and genitalia were fully exposed, and drove him to school going about one mile an hour. As if people knew about this event ahead of time, people came out in droves to feel and view Simon's obscene exposure. A police woman interrupted the whole affair and pulled over Mrs. Ditther, who was driving. Simon thought, "Finally, justice."

"Hello, Miss, I'm offier Millers. I need to speak to you about your son tied to the back of the car."

Mrs. Ditther, innocently: "What seems to be the problem?"

Simon could not believe how dense his mother appeared, in the face of patently illicit behavior.

They both went to the back of the car, where Simon was tied, and a few girls were fondling him.

Simon saw his chance, and took it. A waterfall of complaints and grievances poured out of him, as did the tears:

Simon: "They have been treating me this way since Saturday. They filmed every part of my body and put it online for millions to see. They've been pawing at my privates and butthole, by the hundreds. My mom is allowing total strangers to come over and fondle me, by appointment. She was making those appointments last night. They put me on the news, where people all over the world can see my peter and ballsack, and asshole..."

Officer Millers: "Yes, I know. I saw it, as did everybody. I hear that more are going to see this footage than view the super bowl worldwide." Then turning to Mrs. Ditther, "How could you be so cruel and thoughtless?"

Here it comes, thought Simon, his vindication; the day of reckoning.

Officer Miller continued: "After all, we at the station also want to see this boy's nice sized penis and feel all his boy parts," she said as she reached down and fondled his penis, testicles and anus, trying to insert as many fingers as she could."

Mrs. Ditther: "Yes, how thoughtless of me, indeed. I'll bring him by for all of the officers to have a good feel."

Officer Millers: "Not just the officers, but the prisoners as well will enjoy this, and my girls at home. There are a shit load of boylovers down at the station--they'll just love him. I think the women prisoners will also love to feel him up. They just can't expose themselves to him or have sex with him, as that would be illegal."

Mrs. Ditthers: "Oh, of course. We always want to abide by the law."

Officer Millers: "Very good, then. It's settled. Bring him by sometime. Carry one," which she did.

Simon could not believe his ears. Is this collusion on a grand scale? Collusion, nothing! This is being done in open daylight! Simon knew he was "fucked," not just by the fingers that kept exploring his anus, but in more ways than one.

Once they arrived at school, after a two and a half hour drive, Simon was given a spanking for being a half hour late (never mind that it was due to matters beyond his control): 40 wacks on his already sore anus, and only ten on his buttocks (just the reverse of before).

Simon donned the pair of transparent sandals afforded him, and received his school day instruction from the female teacher. He was told to go to each student and ask if they would like to feel his penis, scrotum and anus, and to cooperate with all who did. Anyone was allowed to do anything to him, except 1) harming him physically (squeezing testicles, drawing blood, and the like), and 2) girls were not allowed to have coitus with him or expose themselves to him, as that would be "improper." (As the teacher told him, "Modesty is for girls, not boys"). So Simon was poked, prodded and palpated for the duration of the school day, with the understanding that his penis and testicles, and pretty much his whole body, was theirs for the taking. Everyone in the school of 600+ students (especially the girls), it was learned, participated--students and staff alike. If Simon used the facilities, he was supervised by girls, who were not allowed to, nor did they, expose themselves to him. Simon again thought he noticed that wet spot around their covered crotch area. Simon was also brought to the other schools in the district (Elementary, Middle and High Schools), and told to ask each student and staff member if they wanted to feel his penis, scrotum and anus, with the explicit understanding that it was "theirs anyways, and not" his. No one, of course, refused, and all students and staff participated. Very large, explicit photos of Simon, showing every detail of him, appeared in the district's school hall ways, in and on lockers, and even began to appear on posts throughout the city. Wherever Simon would go, people would help themselves to his body (even at the jails and prisons he "visited"), and it became popular to squeeze his erection to facilitate Carol and Melissa's efforts of augmenting Simon's length. Also, the girls at school would play a game to see how many fingers they could insert into his anus. Giving Simon "titty twisters" also become a favorite pastime of the girls, and also of the guys. Many strange men and women, and also many girls, would come by the house to examine Simon, at Mrs. Ditthers' behest. A glass wall was built to replace Simon's former wall to the outside, so that people could come and see Simon in the nude at any time. As per Mrs. Ditthers' instruction, Simon was to walk up to the wall where the person was peering in any time he saw this, so that the peeping tom could get a "good look." He was also instructed to bend over and expose his anus to them, which he reluctantly did. All of this became Simon's routine for the next four weeks (and for much longer thereafter), during which month Melissa and Carol met their persistent goal of increasing the length of Simon's penis, and bypassed it to 8.67 inches.

Little did Simon realize that he would soon have company...

End of part five.

(The End)