And So It Began 2

By Running Bare

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Copyright 2012 by Running Bare, all rights reserved

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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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And So It Began Part 2
 


“You need to keep rubbing yourself Kenny.  I want that little thing to be stiff as a board until Daddy gets home.”  My mother wasn’t just out of control she was relentless.  “Billy, take this ruler over and measure Kenny’s penis.  How long is it?”
 
The kid who was engaged in his Lego construction,until now, showing little interest in his naked brother, jumped up and took the ruler from Mom.  He smiled as he walked over and pressed my hardened penis on the ruler.
 
“No, Honey, push it tight against his sack.  Don’t just plop it up there.”
 
I felt the edge of the ruler press firmly against the top of my ball sack right where it met the bottom of my penis.  It pinched a bit.
 
“Well, how long is it?”
 
“It says five and then some lines.  I don’t know.”  He smiled as he reported.
 
“Here let me see.  I’ll help him, Mom.” Karen pushed Billy out of the way and shoved the ruler back in place, “It’s just under five inches.  Is that good?”
 
“Well, let’s just say your brother is pretty long for an eleven year old.  Most little boys would probably be three inches or so.”
 
“Why don’t I measure Teddy’s?  Then we could compare.” Karen suggested.
 
“Why don’t we NOT measure mine,” Teddy spouted.
 
“Teddy, get naked now,” Karen ordered.
 
“I don’t have to do what you say.”
 
With that Mom responded, “Did you forget?  I gave her permission to make you strip whenever she wanted.   Now, get to it boy.  And, if you ever give her a hassle about doing it, I’ll use a belt on your bare backside.  Get your clothes off, now.”
 
Teddy stomped in frustration and began to disrobe.  Karen grinned at her new found power over him.  He stopped at his tightywhities and folded his arms and began to pout.  Mom grabbed a wooden spoon out of the container by the stove and began to snap it against his backside.  I know it hurt just by the sound of it.  Teddy screamed in pain and began crying.  He slid his briefs off and stood there exposed to the world.
 
“It has to be hard like Kenny’s doesn’t it?” My gleeful sister asked.
 
Teddy just stood there crying.  His penis, which was not as long as mine, was hanging flaccid atop his smaller ball sack.
 
“Kenny go help your brother get stiff,” my mother ordered.  “Go over there and rub his boy parts.”
 
She was still holding that wooden spoon and I knew not to push her buttons because she’d use it on me too.  I gently took my brothers penis in my hand and began to rub it.  I cradled his balls and rubbed his penis for a few minutes before it began to show signs of life.  His crying subsided and soon his eight year old phallus was sticking straight out.  Karen pushed me aside and she measured his penis.
 
“Teddy’s is only three inches.  Guess Kenny wins.”  She reported.
 
Teddy walked over to pick up his underpants and Karen, the little shit, barked, “I didn’t say you could get dressed yet.  Did I?” 
 
Teddy appealed to my mother with a look.
 
“She’s in-charge, Teddy.  You do what she says.”  Mom was not the least bit sympathetic.
 
Teddy threw down his underpants, hollered “I hate you guys”, and stomped off toward the living room. 
 
To make a long story short it was like two in the afternoon and it would be at least four hours until Dad got home.  I anticipated his arrival with a lot of hope and I think so did Teddy.  Yep, he was naked the whole time too.  Billy for some reason was like a wall flower and no one bothered him.  Mom went about her dinner preparation and Karen spent the time playing with our boy parts.
 
“I can’t wait to have some friends over so they can feel you guys too. They’re going to have a blast doing this.  I think I’ll tell ‘em to bring their cameras too.  They aren’t going to believe this.
 
Dad got home at about six.  He came in and immediately was drawn to the sight of his two naked sons.
 
“Kenny, looks like you saw Dr. Cheryl today, huh?”
 
“Yeah,” I was a little angry.
 
“Well?” He looked me in the eye as if to seek a report of the visit.
 
“She told Mom I should stay naked for awhile,” I reported.
 
“What about you?” He nodded toward Teddy.
 
“Mom said I had to get naked whenever Karen tells me, and she made me get naked and said I had to stay like this,” Teddy explained.
 
“Oh, okay.”
 
That was it?  That was his whole reaction?  ‘Okay” was all it was going to get?
 
He left and walked to the kitchen to greet my mother and Billy.  Karen finally bounded down the hall from her bedroom where I’m sure she was calling all her friends to tell them of the boy fest she had arranged for them.  She stuck her tongue out at us and went to the kitchen.
 
I remember hearing his voice as he went in the kitchen where Karen had congregated.  “What? Billy got a pass?”
 
Mom responded, “A pass?”
 
“Yeah, his brothers are naked and he isn’t.  Thought the juvenile male set in this family was under a stay naked rule or something.”
 
Karen jumped in, “Billy’s still little.”
 
“What’s little mean?  His pecker? His age?”
 
“Daaaaddd, he doesn’t mind being naked or me feeling his stuff.  Those two do.  I like making them embarrassed.  But, if you want me to, I’ll make Billy get naked too.”
 
Dad just laughed, “No Karen it’s your show.  You do it however you want.”
 
I’ll never forget the dinner conversation.  Karen actually asked Dad, “If the boys are all naked, can we make them do stuff to each other?”
 
“What kind of stuff?”
 
“Well, say one of my friends wants them to say suck on another one’s peepee?”
 
“I don’t think that would be appropriate.” I knew I’d win this. Dad was telling her like it is.
 
“Well, Hun, I think it might be okay.  You know they’re young and not really ‘shooting’ anything.  I mean what harm is there in a little girly entertainment?  It’d be kind of cute.”
 
“I don’t want them engaging in homosexual behavior.  That’s all.  I just don’t think it would be right.”
 
“Suppose I run it by Dr. Cheryl?  See what her take is on it?”  Like I said before, Mom was out of control. She was going to try to get permission for us to do unthinkable things to each other at the behest of a ten year old girl and her friends.
 
“You can call her, but I’m still not sure I want them doing that to each other.  I mean touching is one thing, but penetrating body areas is a whole ‘nother thing.  Go ahead and get her take on it and we can talk about it tomorrow night.”
 
Later that evening I was draped face up across my mother’s lap as we watched TV.  She was stroking my penis and ball sack, and, honestly, I don’t think she was paying attention to my body.  She was totally involved in the program we were watching.  I, not so much.
 
“Mom, why do you keep saying things about me and Eddy?” I asked very submissively.
 
Dad answered, “When you were doing your little night time displays and dances, Eddy’s mom was watching from the window.  She watched you two playing around with each others tally-wackers and gallivanting.”
 
“That’s why Dad and I decided to take you to Dr. Cheryl.  We couldn’t figure out why you were so shy around everyone else, but did all those crazy things when you were with Eddy.  It was truly bothersome that you wouldn’t even wear short pants, but you would expose yourself when you were with him.”
 
I wanted to deny it all, but how could I.  We’d been caught by Eddy’s mother.  How could you deny?
 
Mom finished, “We decided that if you could show the rest of the world your stuff, we should get to see it too.”
 
My Dad picked up from there, “When we found out about your shyness at school and at the Y, I became a bit concerned.  Real boys don’t hide their parts from others in those settings.”
 
“But at the Y, we had to be naked in front of girls if we went swimming.”
 
“That’s the point.  At your age you should be naked in front of everyone and not worry about it.  When you become a man, it’s different.  You have a responsibility to your mate not to be strutting your stuff but ten, eleven and twelve year olds shouldn’t have any privacy.”  Dad calmly explained. 
 
“It’s not fair.  Girls don’t have to be naked when they swim.”
 
“Life’s not fair.  You’re not a girl, you’re a boy.  Get used to it.”  I couldn’t believe Dad’s attitude about it.  “You know, if I’d been hung like you, I’d of flaunted it all over the place—school, the Y, scout camp, everywhere.  And, I wouldn’t have cared who saw it.”
 
I occurred to me, my mother had been rubbing my parts the whole time and my dick was flaccid.  I’d actually become accustomed to her touch.  However, when that observation occurred to me, I immediately began to harden again.  Boy parts are complicated like that.
 
Teddy was still nude and lying on his stomach watching the TV.  He too had apparently gotten somewhat used to his situation.  My sister was just sitting in a chair occasionally watching my mother rub my stuff.  I could tell the wheels were turning each time she’d glance over at me.
 
The commercials came on and Mom stopped rubbing and pushed me upward.  “I have to go out to the kitchen and clean up the dinner mess.” 
 
With that, Karen spouted out, “Maybe Kenny should rub Teddy for a little while.  I’d kinda like to see both of them sticking out again.”
 
“You’re really into this penis watching aren’t you?” Dad commented to Karen.
 
“Yeah, it’s fun.  I think those little peepees are cute.”
 
My mother who still hadn’t left the room couldn’t help but make one last comment herself, “That’s my girl!”
 
“Kenny, you heard you sister get down there and play with your brother’s boy parts,” Dad ordered.
 
Under the circumstances, what could a guy do?  I slowly slid to the floor toward my brother who still hadn’t turned over so I could have access to his penis and scrotum.  Believe me I wasn’t anxious to get involved in the activity.  Let’s just say I wasn’t too put off with the idea either.  In a strange way, feeling another boy’s privates offered an opportunity to compare at the very least.  After all, they weren’t ordering me to sodomize the kid or anything like that.  Teddy on the other hand wasn’t quite as receptive as I shoved him and said,“You have to turn over”.
 
“I don’t want Kenny touching my thing.  Boys aren’t supposed to do that.”
 
“Who said, ‘boys aren’t supposed to do that’?” My father asked.  I was really getting a mixed read on where my father stood on all this forced nudity and stuff.  I certainly thought he would have taken a more manly stance on all of this stuff.  Then he continued, “When I was in Boy Scouts, I was Kenny’s age.  My troop had an initiation for new boys, and I was one of them.  When we went to camp the first timers had to be naked for the whole two week stay.  Even on the in between weekend when your grandparents brought your Aunt Jenny, who was only nine at the time, to visit me, we had to be nude.  There were six of us who had to walk around naked in front of all those visitors.  The two oldest scouts carried a switch around with them and if they saw you trying to hide anything, they’d whip you on the bare ass with one of those switches right in front of your family and everyone else.  Now, that was embarrassing.  I remember all six of us were stiff as a board all weekend.  I also remember how sore my penis was from all the ‘examining’ hands that were fondling us.  You guys just don’t know embarrassment, yet.  Hell, Kenny, swimming nude in front of the open community isn’t anything.  At least, they can’t rub, pull, pinch and all that stuff at the Y.  All they can do is watch.  And you Teddy, your brother rubbing your stuff?  During that whole weekend at camp anyone could rub or touch our stuff.  Your Aunt Jenny had a handful of somebody’s peepee the whole weekend and it wasn’t always mine. “
 
I had to respond with a remark I probably should have kept to myself, “Yeah, well at least it was a girl holding it not some other boy.”
 
“You who plays with, or, at the very least, allows his best friend to play with his penis is someone to talk.  Just pretend your brother there is Eddy.  By the way, who do you think was manhandling our stuff at camp at times other than that weekend?  And, believe me, we were manhandled.”
 
“And, Dad, I didn’t rub Eddy’s penis.  In fact, he usually didn’t take his clothes off.”
 
“Why did his mother tell us you were naked then?”
 
“I always lost the challenges and the loser had to strip naked for the whole night.  It was usually me.”
 
“Sounds like it may have been rigged.  But, no matter, you were so shy your mother and I were glad it was you.”
 
I went back to my ordered activity and started flipping my little brother’s penis up and down and pulling on it.  He just looked at me with angry eyes.
 
“Yank on it some more Kenny.  I want to see how far you can stretch it out.”  I pulled on his glans and stretched it out for my sister’s amusement.  Dad quietly chuckled at the scene.
 
“You know, Cindy’s baby brother doesn’t have the same kind of thing that Kenny and Teddy do.  He has some kind of skin growing over his and it has a little like hole in the end.  Her mother pushes the skin back and wipes off the iniside.”  She made the comment to my father.
 
“That’s because your brothers are circumcised and that skin was cut off right after they were born.  Your mother felt it would be easier to keep them clean.  I think she liked the clean cut look and all.  She also thought it would save questions if they were more like me.  You know, Karen, most little boys and men in our country are circumcised.  I think circumcision may be a little less common now, but I think it’s safe to say most are still having it done.”  Dad explained all this in what we called his serious voice.
 
“Well, I like theirs better than Cindy’s brother’s.  They look like mushrooms.”
 
“Yes, I guess they do.”
 
“Dad, how come Teddy’s has like rings around the bottom of his top part and Kenny’s doesn’t have those rings?”
 
“Different doctors, different penises, I guess.  Kenny got a closer cut than Teddy I guess.” He muttered as he went back to watching the program.
 
Karen knelt down beside Teddy and pulled my hand off his penis.  “Let me see something.” She pinched the shaft just below the glans.  “Well now the wrinkles aren’t there.”
 
“That’s because he’s stiff.  He’s got an erection.”  Dad muttered.  “When he gets soft again the ‘wrinkles’ will be back.”
 
“Kenny doesn’t have wrinkles when he’s soft.  Guess you’re right they must have cut the wrinkles off.”
 
“Yeah, kind of like permanent press, huh?” He chuckled at his own clever analogy.
 
I couldn’t get over the nonchalant way that whole conversation went down.  What I was happy about was my sister had taken over playing with my brother’s penis and scrotum.  Needless to say he was none too happy with either of us touching his “thing”.
 
She further explored Teddy’s hard-on, “Daddy what is this slit on the bottom of his mushroom?  I mean look it’s like a ‘v’ and some of the other skin is stuck in there.”
 
“Karen, why don’t you look it up on the internet?  I’m trying to watch TV.”
 
She pinched the skin of the frenulum and shook the penis wildly.  “Guess I will look it up.  Kenny come here and let me see yours.”   I reluctantly complied to avoid the wrath of my mother.  She flipped it up and pinched me in a like fashion.  “Yep, they both have that.”
 
The next day, as anticipated, my mother called Dr. Cheryl.  I didn’t hear the conversation, but I can report on what my mother told my father and sister.
 
“Dr. Cheryl said prepubescent boys often play with each other’s genitals and anuses.  They just do it in the privacy of hiding places because they fear adult backlash.  She said our society makes too big a deal of it that and it is natural and normal for them to explore each other between the ages of five or six  and ten or eleven, or even later.  She also said it is normal for little girls to want to feel boy parts as they are external and puzzling to them.  It’s more of an educative process than a sexual one.  And I quote, ‘As such it isn’t a precursor to homosexual behavior.  There’s a lot more that goes into a boy or girl developing alternative sexual tendencies than sex play.’”
 
“In fairness, she went on to say, ‘oral stimulation and anal penetration are not usual activities during these exploratory sessions but that doesn’t mean such things don’t occur.  Usually, anal exploration involves fingers and sometimes foreign objects like sticks’, and get this, ‘carrots, celery, toys and the like’. “
 
Dad interrupted, “Carrots and celery? Like a shit salad?” grinning at his own witty observation.
 
Mom ignored him and continued, “She said, if these were things that we condone, the sessions should be supervised by an adult so nobody gets hurt.  So there, mister high and mighty, it doesn’t lead to homosexuality, at least in her opinion.”
 
Dad responded, “Well I’m still uncomfortable with it.  You’re their mother, you make the call, but if one of them grows up,” and he took his fingers and did the air quotations, “’flaming’ it’ll be all your fault.  I wash my hands of any part of this decision.”
 
“She did say if we incorporated some pain to the recipient during such things it’d make them not like being involved in such activities.”
 
“What’s that supposed to mean?  They should bite each other’s penises after sucking them?  That’s real good huh?  Teaching them to hurt each other and possibly damage them for life.  Real good.”  He was really sarcastic.
 
“I never thought about having them bite each other, but I suppose that’d work to make them not like the activity.”  Mom was kind of dingy about reading my father’s true meaning at times.
 
“Yeah, Marianne, just have them bite each other.  Whatever...” He went on watching TV.  “Tell you what why don’t we buy a taser and let them shock each others balls.  That’d be a deterrent wouldn’t it?”
 
“Don’t be silly.  Now you’re just being silly.” By God I thought she was finally getting it.
 
Karen who had listened intently began to badger Mom, “Does that mean we can make them do it?  Huh?”
 
Teddy and I were a bit concerned to say the least as we waited for Mom’s verdict.
 
“I guess we can try it.”
 
Karen started the damned girly screaming and clapping, “Ohhhhgoooooodddddyyyyyy, gooooddddyyy!”
 
Mom calmed her down with codicils, “We will start slowly and you will always make sure an adult is there when you and your friends are experimenting.   Do you understand young lady?”
 
“Oh yes, thank you, thank you, thank you.”
 
Teddy was livid.  He was also outspoken.  “Yeah, Mom, thank you, thank you, thank you.”  The sarcasm was dripping.  He was actually tearing up at the thought of the upcoming violations to his modesty and moral standards.
 
Don’t get me wrong it violated my standards as well, but I wasn’t as bold as my brother when it came to confronting my parents.  I did have to think though, both Teddy and Billy were wearing clothes and I wasn’t allowed to.  For me it just made a bad situation worse.  For them it only made bad situations possible.  Frankly, I don’t think Billy cared, or, at least, knew what was going on.
 
“Right after dinner I’m going to make Teddy suck Kenny’s wiener, okay?” It was apparent Karen was wasting no time.
 
I still couldn’t believe my father abdicated his roll as the head male.  The protector.  What’s with  that? The “well you’re their mother, you make the decision” ruling really surprised and at the same time embarrassed me.  I thought he was tougher than that.  But, then who would have thought he’d be on board with the forced nudity in the first place?
 
After dinner Karen made Teddy and Billy “get naked”.  She ordered it right in front of my parents who paid no attention to it at all.  Billy stripped within a minute or two and immediately began pulling on his own penis without any prompting.  Teddy stripped slowly, but strip he did.  Guess he was resolved to the inevitable and didn’t want to get Mom to the point of the belt or the wooden spoon.  There they stood, Teddy hard as a rock and Billy soft as he could be.
 
“Teddy, rub Kenny’s wiener.  Get going now.”  I couldn’t believe she’d feel free to order such a thing in the presents of my parents.  Man, had life changed drastically over the past few days.
 
I felt Teddy’s hand on my penis as he pinched and prodded.  Then he gently rubbed my ball sack and I quickly achieved full extension.
 
“Now, kneel down right here,” Mom and Dad stopped cleaning up and just stood there silently watching.  Teddy knelt down and my sister then said, “put his wiener in your mouth and suck on it.”
 
“No, that’s gross.  I’m not going to do it.”
 
Karen looked to Mom, who then looked to Dad.  He just stuck his hands in the air and said, “Hey, don’t look at me.  I’m with Teddy on this one.”
 
Mom said, “Just give me your belt please.”
 
Dad slid the belt from the loops and handed it to her.  Mom doubled it over and began a relentless barrage of strikes to Teddy’s bare ass.  He screamed and wiggled and eventually sobbed.  She stopped and said, “Put your brother’s penis in your mouth and do what your sister told you to do.”
 
“No, I won’t!  I hate you.  You’re not a mother, you’re a pervert.” I couldn’t believe he spouted that out. 
 
Then Dad took the belt, bent Teddy over a chair, pushed on his back with his left hand, and said, “This is for the way you talked to your mother.  You won’t be sitting down for weeks.”  The snap after snap of the belt was at first intriguing then became scary.  I’d never seen Dad that out of control.  He whipped Teddy so hard that there were welts that were actually bleeding.  Then it stopped, “Go to your room.  And, by the way, no clothes.  You stay naked from now until you graduate high school as far as I’m concerned.  You won’t ever talk to your mother like that again.”
 
Teddy got up and was sobbing so heavily he couldn’t talk.  He ran to his bedroom.  Billy just stood there still pulling on his penis, with eyes wide opened, obviously in a state of fear.  Karen was straight faced.  Mom had a look of appreciation for the support her mate had just shown.  It was evident she had no empathy for Teddy in this situation.  Dad regained his composure to some extent, rethreaded his belt around his waist, poured a drink and went to the living room.  It was evident he was in the throws of half way between disappointment and frustration.  We all knew to give him time to come back to a state of equilibrium.
 
I remember wanting desperately to go up and comfort my little brother, but thinking he needed time to himself before any comforting would do any good.  I went to the living room and sat cross legged glancing occasionally at Dad.  He couldn’t look me in the eye.  I could tell he didn’t like what he’d just done, but, in some ways, Teddy had it coming.  As much as we might not like what Mom or Dad told us, we didn’t have the right to say those kinds of things to either of them. 
 
Karen came in and tried to put her arm around Dad’s shoulder and he just pushed her off, “I need some time to calm down, Karen.   Just leave me alone.”
 
For the first time in hours, my penis was flaccid.  For the first time in hours, Karen wasn’t into fondling my boy parts.  The family was truly in a state of quiet remorse.
 




   
   
(The End)