Chad Gets a Taste of Aristocracy Part 1
By Sir Cum Sizemore
copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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"Hi Mom, what'd did you call me down here for?" eleven year
old Chad inquired.

"I have an opportunity to spend the summer at the Andrews
estate this year.  Ever since I went to work for that man,
he's always been generous with his time and possessions.  He
and his wife felt if the two of us spent the summer there,
we'd be able to adjust better to the absence of your father
ever since he took off on us.  I told him we'd come."

"Oh Mom, what about my friends?  I mean I wanted to spend
the summer here.  What about baseball?  What about all the
fun my friends and I have the pool?  Can't I stay with David
this summer?  His mom will let me.  Please!!!"

"No, I need to take you with me.  I don't feel comfortable
leaving you with someone else for the summer.  Beside, Mr.
Andrews has three kids of his own and two of them are about
your age.  He has a huge pool behind his mansion and I'm
sure you will enjoy it.  Maybe he'll let you invite a friend
or two for weekend visits."

"Why do we have to go, anyway?"

"He has decided to move his office out to his house for the
summer.  And, as his secretary, I have to go too.  And as my
son, you have to go.

"How old are his kids?"

"Jennifer is twelve, Andrea is only seven, but Scott is ten.
So see, you and Scott are about the same age and you guys
can have some fun.  Mr. Andrews said you and Scott can go
and hunt in the woods with BB guns.  There are lots of
things to do.  They have four wheelers and mini-bikes to
play on, they even have horses to ride.  It'll be like being
at a park for the summer and you'll be allowed to do things
you wouldn't get to do if you stayed here."


Back at the Office

"Rita, would you come in here, please?"

"Yes, sir, I'll be right in."

Entering the office, Rita Billings was invited to sit by her
employer.  "Did you mention the idea of staying with us this
summer to Chad?"

"I did."

"Well?"

"He isn't too happy having to leave his friends.  But he's
very interested in all of the other things he'll be able to
do at the man  I mean at your house."

"Rita, Mrs. Andrews is a stickler on making boys mind even
more so than she is with the girls.  Scott, bless his heart,
gets his share of the strap or hairbrush, even sometimes
when I don't think he needs it.  She also is of the belief
there is no room in a boy's life for modesty until he
reaches puberty.  She has Scott parading around with little
or nothing on almost all the time he's home and in the
summer. He's usually only allowed to wear a thong, you know
the butt floss kind, or he has to stay nude depending on the
desires of his sisters.  Though I'm the undeniable head of
the house, the females are allowed to dominate Scott.  They
can order him around.  They are allowed to make him
available to their friends for sexual exploration.  You
know, examining his boy parts and backside at their whim.
Usually, when Jennifer is in-charge she makes him stay naked
so she and her friends and Andrea and her friends have ready
access.  If he doesn't do as he's told, one of the girls
takes a strap to him.  He has to allow it or Mrs. Andrews or
I have to use the strap and then supervise his sisters
taking turns.  I guess, I just wanted you to know, so when
you and Chad arrive and see him exhibiting his penis and
testicles, you won't be shocked.  Obviously, we only expect
that of Scott.  Chad is your son and he will not be under
the same rule as Scott, unless you put him there. Or, for
that matter, if this makes you uneasy, I can always arrange
for the company driver to pick you up each day and drop you
off in the evenings at your own place."  Rita's employer was
straightforward in his discussion.

"Well, let me mull this over and I'll let you know what I
want to do tomorrow.  Is that okay."  Rita was somewhat
surprised at the discussion, but she wasn't sure those
things were worth the disappointment she'd suffer by not
spending the entire summer in the lap of luxury.

"Sure.  And remember, there won't be any negative
repercussions for you making the decision not to stay the
summer."

"Thank you, Mr. Andrews."

That evening Rita retreated to the privacy of her bedroom
while Chad and two of his friends watched television in the
living room below.  

"Hello, Joann?"

"Oh, Rita, I haven't heard from you since that sleezy
bastard left the two of you.  How's it going?"

"Okay, I guess."

"How about Chad?"

"He's adjusting.   Listen, Joann, I'm between a rock and a
hard place here.  Mr. Andrews, that's my boss, invited us to
spend the summer at his mansion on a two hundred acre
estate.  He wants to move the office out there for the
summer."

"And, you're looking for my advice?  Let me think, YES!!"

"Well, wait.  He has three kids two girls and a son.  The
boy's a year younger than Chad and one of the girls is a
year older.  The little girl is like seven years old."

"And???"

"Well, his wife and the girls are in-charge of the boy all
the time.  He has to obey them and if he doesn't he gets
spanked with a strap by whichever he disobeys.  To make
matters worse, they make him stay naked or in a thong all
summer so they can play with his genitals or his butt at
their whim."

"What?  You're making this up, aren't you?"

"No, I'm just concerned about Chad.  He won't have to do
this, but it's screwy and I'm not sure I should go."

"Well, here are some things to consider. First, if Chad goes
he might learn to respect the opposite sex.  Quite evidently
his father didn't learn that.  You know how you have to pull
his teeth to get him in shorts?  Well, maybe he'll learn to
accept his body better if he goes.  On the other hand, the
whole thing might screw him up worse.  I don't know.  If you
made him go, would he have to avail himself to the girls
too?"

"No, Mr. Andrews was clear.  Chad is my son and I call the
shots."

Joann countered, "Not that making him obey the girls
wouldn't have some benefit.  I've heard him talking back to
you and being defiant to the point I wanted to pull his
pants down and wear him out."

"I don't want to take him and make him play under different
rules.  If I decide to take him, I want him to follow the
house rules as they pertain to Scott.  To me it'd be wrong
to have him under different expectations.  But, would he
ever forgive me for doing that to him?"

"Oh shit, Rita.  He'd sulk for a little while, but he'd
probably come back better as far as behavior and self-
acceptance.  You know the more I think about it, I think I'd
take him and make him follow the same routine as, what's his
name Scott?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Hey, would this guy like a maid or someone to help you with
the office tasks.  I could use a summer in the lap of
luxury.  Besides, I'd like to see my nephew in the all
together.  Little boys' parts are so cute.  I'll bet you
can't keep your hands off him or Scott for more than a day
or two."

"I'm sure you could visit.  Then you could 'put you hands
all over him'."

"You sure?  I can visit?  You know I'll be there and I want
to play with my nephew's little boy parts when I do."

"Well come on.  I'd love to have you visit. It might make me
a little less leery about this process.  I mean I was all
set and then this came up and I'm not quite as comfortable."

"Go and take Chad, he needs it.  That's my advice."

"How would I break this to him?"

"Well, make him wear shorts, or better yet a bathing suit
when you first go.  Then send him to the bathroom for a
shower.  Take his bathing suit and replace it with a thong.
When he comes out, tell him that's the most he'll ever wear
during the summer.  I'd wait for the naked part until an
appropriate time.  Or, if you'd feel better just leave that
for him all the time and skip the naked part.  I'll drive
out to visit that first weekend.  We'll tell Mr. Andrews I'm
helping you move in."

"Thanks Joann, you're a godsend."

"Only for you dear, only for you.  I want to see and feel my
nephew when the time is right though.  Agreed?"

"Agreed."


A Week Later...

"Come on, Chad, you can put this box in the back of your
aunt's pick-up, and while you're out there see if we can get
a couple more boxes in and still close the gate." Rita
directed her slightly pissed off son.

"Mom, why can't I stay here with my friends?  Billy's mom
said I could stay with them if you wanted to let me stay
here."

"Chad, I told you I wanted you with me this summer.  Maybe,
Billy can come out and spend a few days with you and Scott.
Let's just wait and see how this plays out.  Besides, you
might find you and Scott will become close friends and you
won't miss your friends around here as much as you thought.
Oh, be careful with that box it has breakable stuff in it."

Chad stomped off out the door toward Joann's pick-up.

"Well, did you tell him?" Joann asked.

"What?"

"Did you tell him about the naked thing?"
"Are you crazy.  He'd be completely upset, if he knew that.
I mean this boy locks the bathroom door because I might come
in and 'see' him.  No I didn't tell him."

"When's the last time you saw him naked?"

"Why are you so interested in this?  Just drop it Joann."

"Well, I was just wondering how big he was at the whopping
old age of eleven."

"Joann "

"Well, have you seen his wiener lately?  What about his
balls are the descending yet?"

"Okay, I saw him naked about three months ago.  I walked in
on him in his bedroom.  He covered his boy parts with his
hands to prevent me from looking, but before he got there I
did catch a glimpse."

"Well????"

"He's still built like a little boy.  No hair.  His nut sack
was tight and his penis was about three inches long."

"Stiff or soft????"

"I don't think this is an appropriate discussion, Joann.
Let's change the subject.  Besides, if he hears us talking
about this I'll never get him out of here."

"I remember changing his diapers and bathing him when he was
in kindergarten.  I loved pinching the little helmet on his
penis and wiggling the sucker back and forth.  He didn't
mind it either.  Funny how things change when the grow up."

"Well, in my mind he isn't much older than he was when he
was five and six and now he's much more concerned about
people seeing him naked even his mother at this point."

"Here he comes.  Hush!" Joann cut her off.

"Mom, you can get two boxes in there but it'll be tough.
Why do we have to take all this stuff anyway?"

"Well, we may need it.  Oh, you need to go and put on your
bathing suit.  When we get there, Aunt Joann will help me
unload and you can swim.  Now, go on up to your room and put
this on."  Handing the boy a red speedo, he took it and
bounded up the stairs to his room.

"What about the rest of his clothes?"  a persistent Joann
asked.

"All but a pair of short shorts, a half shirt, a pair of
white socks are in that box over there.  The other items
I've put in my suitcase along with the thong.  Hey, do you
know how hard it is to find a boys thong?  They've got them
for women and men and in some places for young girls, but to
find one for a boy is almost impossible, even on the
internet."

"I'll move his clothes box to the closet over there.  If he
doesn't have them with him, he won't be able to beg for
them."

"Okay, but I still feel unsure about doing this to him."

"Oh, cut the shit, Rita, he'll be fine.  He's beautiful.
Imagine how good he'll look in a week or two once that tan
is evenly spread over his little boy body."

Joann stashed to box with Chad's clothes in the front hall
closet just before the boy bounded down the stairs in the
speedo and a college t-shirt.

"Mom, I don't like this swimsuit."

"Why?"

"Look it's skimpy.  You can see my butt cheeks and the front
shows a bulge where my private parts are."

Overhearing this Joann responded before her sister, "Oh,
Chad you look fine.  You can't see all that much and besides
you shouldn't be so modest.  Nobody cares about your butt
cheeks or the bulge in the front.  Why don't you take off
that t-shirt and get some sun while we move you?"

"I'll just leave it on.  I might burn."

"Oh, your mom has some sun screen. I'll put it on for you so
you don't 'burn'."

"Aunt Joann, I don't want to take it off.  I don't want
people to see that bulge by my privates."

"Oh don't be such a wooss.  Take the shirt off and show me
those beautiful pecks.  You are a very handsome little boy."

"Cut it out Aunt Joann, I don't feel like teasing today."
Chad sulked and walked out the door toward the truck.

"Do you have to push it Joann.  I swear, you'll have him
begging not to go again if you aren't careful.  Okay, that's
about it.  Let's grab this last box, lock up and get on the
road."

Having loaded the truck and locking the house, Rita and Chad
led the two vehicle procession to the Andrews' estate.  As
they pulled in and drove up the half mile drive to the
house, even Chad was amazed at the size of the grounds and
massive house in the distance.  "Goooodddd, Mom.  Is this
guy rich or is he rich?"

"Please don't say that around the family.  Just enjoy being
here.  Over there are the stables where the horses are kept.
Oh look there's the garage.  We're going to stay in the
apartment above the garage.  It's got three bedrooms and you
will have your own bathroom.  Oh, what's that all over you?"

"Where?"

"Did you get into some grease or something while you were
around the truck?"

"What grease?"

"Look at those feet, you'll have to shower before you get
into the pool.  When we get there I want you to take the
suit off and leave it outside the bathroom for me, so I can
wash it while you're in the shower.  I'll unpack something
for you to put on while you shower and leave it on the bed."

"What grease?"

"Just humor me, get a shower."

As the drove up to the six car garage, Chad could make out
the stairs leading up the side of the building to the
apartment entrance.  As they were about to stop he could
make out a tall slender man in khaki pants and a white shirt
with the sleeves rolled up leaving the massive house and
making his way over toward the garage.  Behind him was a
woman, who was apparently his wife and two girls one quite a
bit younger than Chad.  They were followed by a boy who
looked naked from the distance.

"Mom, is that kid naked?"

"Who, that boy he is, he's bare butt."

"Oh, that must be Scott.  See I told you he was about your
age."

"Yeah, but he's naked and in front of all the girls and
stuff.  Man, this is weird."

"Behave yourself, Chad.  Don't you embarrass that boy.  You
just mind your manners, understand?"

"But he's naked.  Look you can see his dick and stuff."

"Welcome to our home.  You must be Chad."  The tall man held
his hand out to shake as the rest of the family gathered
just behind him.  "This is my wife, Natalie and these are my
daughters Jennifer and Andrea.  Then taking the naked one by
the arm, and this is my son Scott."  Turning toward Rita and
Scott he said, "these are the Billings's Rita, "Mrs.
Billings to you children, and Chad".

"This is my sister Joann.  She's come along to help us
move."

At this point both Chad and Joann were staring at Scott's
fully exposed penis and testicles.  Chad in disbelief and
Joann for the artistic value of the scene.  Their stares
were suddenly broken as they heard Andrea's little voice.
"Daddy, is Chad going to be naked too?"

"No, Baby, Chad doesn't have to follow the family rules.  He
has his mother and she makes the rules for him."

Satisfied, the little girl backed off and just stared at
Chad.  He couldn't help but notice the interest her older
sister was showing in the bulge in his Speedos a bulge which
had started hardening at the sight of Scott's predicament.  

"Mom, could I speak with you for a minute?" Chad asked.

"In a minute, Chad."

"We had the housekeeper leave the key in the door so you
should be able to get in.  Would you like some help
unloading this stuff.  Scott and I can help."

"Oh, no Mr. Andrews, we can take care of it.  Joann's a
workhorse."  With that her sister slapped her playfully on
the arm.  "Besides, I want Chad to get a shower and then
maybe he and Scott can take a tour."

"We'll help Scott show him around."

"No, you let the boys get to know each other.  You girls and
go swim or something, just leave the boys alone."  Natalie
corrected her daughters.

As the family withdrew, Chad whispered to his mother, "I
don't want to wear this suit.  Did you see how the girls
were staring at me?  Even Mrs. Andrews stared at my you know
what."  

"Okay, just leave it outside the bathroom and I'll find
something else for you to wear.  Now, let's go check out the
apartment."

Each grabbed a box and went up the stairs to the apartment.
As Rita opened the door their mouths dropped.  The door went
into a kitchen equipped with every imaginable appliance.
Through the kitchen was a family room with a big stone
fireplace and down the hall were three bedrooms, two with
their own baths and one with a third bath outside the
bedroom door.  "I think we can live here."

Everyone giggled at the remark which was meant as an
understatement.  "Mom, can you believe this place?  It makes
our house look little."

"That's my sister. You were always able to fall in a manure
pile and come out smelling like a rose."

"Oh stop.  Both of you.  You young man, will be in this
room.  Get out of that suit and get in that shower.  Oh,
look, here's a towel and washcloth.  I'll leave something
for you to put on, on the bed."

Being sure to close the door behind his mother, Chad slid
the suit and t-shirt off and quickly went into the bathroom
locking the door behind him.  He wasn't sure Joann might not
purposely barge in just to tease him.  She did shit like
that.  

"Okay, Joann open that box you carried up here.  You should
find his thong right on the top.  Take it in his room and
pick up his suit and t-shirt and leave the thong on his
bed."

Giggling under her breath, Joann couldn't help but let out a
snort of laughter.  "Oh, look at it.  He won't know how to
put it on.  Oh shit, it's cute.  Look little butt floss with
a generous (sarcastically) amount of coverage for up front.
Think he'll be able to pack it behind this?  Oh, God, Junie
this is cute as it can be."

"Just take it in there and leave it on the bed.  Don't
forget to get the clothes he wore in there."  Rita turned
and started to take out some of the books she had brought.
Joann did her chore and returned with the other clothing.

"What do you want me to do with these?"

"I don't care but you better get rid of them permanently.  I
don't want him to ask for them back.  Find a place to throw
them away or hide them in your truck, but get them out of
here."

"I don't want to miss him when he finds out."

"Well, then hurry up.  Get rid of them."  Joann left with
the suit and shirt and headed down to the truck.  After
disposing of the items where they wouldn't be accessible,
she brought another box up from the truck just in time for
the reaction.

"Moooommmm," Joann nudged her sister and snorted another
giggle. "Mooommmmm" came the second beckon.

"What, Chad?"

With the towel wrapped safely around his waist, Chad poked
his head out the door, "Moommmmm where are my clothes?"

"They're on the bed, Chad."

"There's only some string and stuff there.  Are you sure you
put something to wear on the bed?"

"Yes, Honey, the string is what you're going to wear." Rita
replied.  "It's called a thong. You like it?"

"Mom, quit kidding around, I need something to wear."

Rita pushed past the boy who ensured the towel was firmly
held shut.  She was followed by Joann who was pushed out by
her not so receptive nephew as he shut the door.

"Give me the towel and I'll show you how to put this on."

"Mom, I'm not going to put that thing on.  It isn't going to
happen.  Just give me my Speedo and t-shirt back and forget
it."

"No, I worked hard to find this thong and you're going to
wear it or nothing at all."

"Come on, Mom, quit it and get me some clothes to put on.
Did Aunt Joann put you up to this?  Cause it's not funny!!!"

"Chad, I'm not kidding.  Either you wear this or you wear
nothing at all.  Little boys don't wear clothes around here.
Remember, Scott?"

From outside the door Joann couldn't resist yelling, "Come
on little guy, I want to see that thong thing on you.
You'll be cute as a bug in it."

Chad yelled back, "Stop it, Joann.  Quit making fun of me
and get my clothes."

"Chad Thomas Billings give me that towel now."

"Please, Mom."

"Give me that damned towel or I'm going to beat you to a
pulp.  Now hand me the towel."

Reluctantly, Chad unwrapped himself and handed his mother he
towel.  He put his hand over his boy parts to shield them
from view.

"You can move your hands young man.  Those belong to me
until your eighteen years old, so I'll damned well see them
whenever I want to.  Now, put you hands down and get over
here so we can put this thing on you."

"No, I'm not wearing that."

"Suit yourself."  Rita picked up the thong and walked out of
the room leaving the door open.  As her now crying son went
to shut it, she caught it with her hand and said, "No, leave
it open.  In fact, get out here."

"No, I'm not coming out."

"Joann, go down the garage and see if you can find something
I can use to straighten him out.  I've had as much of this
as I'm going to take."

Aroused at the thought of her sister tearing up Chad's bare
ass was the most arousing thing she'd imagined in weeks.
Eagerly, she went to the garage below.  Opening the side
door she flipped on the lights.  There were two antique
sports cars, one and MG-TD.  Next to them was a Lincoln
Navigator, a Bently and a Towncar.  She just shook her head
at the money this family must have and poked around.
Hanging on the wall behind the TD was what appeared to be a
two foot fan belt.  Grabbing it she returned to the upstairs
apartment.  Her nephew was still throwing a tantrum about
his situation.  "Let me do it."

"No, Joann, he's mine and I'll do it."  Taking the fan belt
she entered the room.  "Chad bend over the bed."

"No!"

"Suit yourself", the fanbelt swept through the air landing
across his left thigh leave an immediate red welt.  The boy
put his hand up to deflect the next stroke and the belt
caught his hand between the thumb and forefinger on its way
to his thigh again.  Both contact points stung.  His mother
raised the triangular shaped belt and swung again as the boy
turned to avoid the hit it caught his penis and testicles
eliciting a loud scream of pain.  The reaction somewhat
scared his mother who took the opportunity to say, "Now, go
to the living room."

The angry crying boy, left the bedroom screaming, "I'm
leaving.  I'm not staying, here.  I hate you and I'm
leaving."

"Go ahead and leave.  Well, go on."

The boy collapsed to the floor of the living room and
continued to cry and yell with angry threats.  As he calmed
down, his mother threw a tube of lotion to her sister and
said, "Here, doctor up his boy parts.  I accidentally hit
them with the belt."  

"No, I don't want you to touch me."  The boy was covering
his genitals from his aunt's view.

"Put your hands down and let Aunt Joann put the lotion on."
The boy didn't respond, "Chad, I'm going to get that fan
belt and you won't be sitting for weeks.  I'm not going to
let you defy me.  Now, put your hands down and spread your
legs." He still didn't respond.  Rita went back to the
bedroom to retrieve the fan belt.  With that her son dropped
his hands and lay on his back with his legs spread as his
aunt began applying the lotion.  

"They don't look too bad.  I think you may have just grazed
them."  Joann kept rubbing his scrotum with the cool lotion
and then began sliding her hands up and down the boys little
shaft.  Soon his normal reaction kicked in as the penis
hardened under her touch.  "Oh look, I've given him a
woodie."

"Just keep rubbing it in.  Make sure you get all of it." The
somewhat repentant mother told her sister.

"Okay, you're the boss."

"That's enough," moaned the embarrassed boy.

"No, I'm going to make sure we fix it right.  Just lie there
and don't give me any of your crap."  His now fully
delighted Aunt threatened.  "I've wanted to play with this
little thing of yours for the last few years and now that I
have my chance I'm taking it.  Buster I might just rub this
little thing all night and if you give me any more crap,
I'll turn you over and finish the spanking you just
experienced.  Now, just shut up and lay still."

Chad's aunt spread his legs apart and continued to stroke
his hardened phallus.  Her lubricated hands stroked him
smoothly.  Suddenly, a feeling arose which caused him to
lift his butt off her lap and shiver in pleasure.  It felt
good, really good.  The very actions he had been told were
bad and should never happen to his penis were very pleasant.
So much so, he wanted his aunt to keep on doing it to him.
"Oh look, Rita, little Chad had an orgasm.  Maybe I can do
it to him again.  You'd like that wouldn't you Chad."  Not
sure what to say he ignored her remark.  "Okay, would you
like me to do your backside or keep rubbing lotion on your
little wiener?"

"Keep doin' it there." Chad managed to whisper.  He wanted
another round of that incredible feeling his aunt was able
to make happen.

"Well Rita, I think he likes it. He likes his little dick
rubbed."

The phone rang.  Rita picked it up, "Oh hi, this is
wonderful.  We have more room than we do at home.  You might
call it an apartment, but I'd call it a house.  No, Mrs.
Andrews..." Then a short pause, "I feel funny calling you
Natalie, but I guess, if that's what you want.  No we all
eat chicken.  Cordon what?  No, I don't think we've ever had
that.  Sounds good, we'll be there at five then.  That's
really nice of you.  Oh, Mr. Andrews wants us to eat with
the family every night?  Well, heck, if I don't have to cook
you won't have to twist my arm.  He can?  Scott does.  Okay
then, we'll see you at five."

"What was that all about?" asked Joann as she continued to
stroke her nephew's penis and finger his testicles.

"She invited us to dinner.  We're having some kind of fancy
chicken dish.  She said we could eat with the family every
evening to save me from having to cook.  You know, I think I
could get used to this."

Chad's situation was beginning to bother him, "Mom, can I
get some clothes to put on?"

"I'll have to think about it, Chad.  You said you weren't
going to wear the thong."

"But, my butt would be showing and my wiener wouldn't be
covered very much.  It's like being naked, Mom.  I need some
clothes to put on."

"Lay still, I'm still rubbing you."

"Yeah, but you can stop now."

"What if I don't want to?"

Chad was beginning to sit up and his aunt forcefully threw
him back down to lying with his ass in her lap and his boy
parts fully exposed to her stroking.  

"Just let Aunt Joann rub you for a little while.  I need to
get ready for dinner.  I don't know what I'm going to wear?"
Rita instructed her son.

"Shit, Rita, you aren't going to upstage me and dress up.  
All I have to wear are these jeans and this oversized tee-
shirt."  Joann whined.

"Well, I guess, under the circumstances, we are moving and
they should understand. We'll just go in jeans."

"Did she say the family dresses for dinner?"  Joann
inquired.

"No she just said they dress upscale casual except for
Scott.  He's expected to in shorts without a shirt or shoes
and socks.  Sometimes they make him eat nude just so they
can look at him while they eat."

"What about me, Mom?"

"She said you could come to the table naked, or however we
feel would be arousing or comfortable.  She did say the
girls were anxious to see you naked, but she'd told them not
everyone is comfortable making their sons walk around nude."

"Mom, you aren't even thinking of making me go naked or in
that thong thing, are you?"

"I'll think about it while I get cleaned up. What do you
think, Joann?"

"Well, his little pecker is cute as it can be.  Look at this
little helmet on the end here." Joann playfully batted the
penis so it bounced up and down slapping his abdomen on the
up swing.  "God, three orgasms and he's still hard as a
rock.  He'll make some girl really happy someday."

"Knock it off, Joann." Rita said with a smile and a wink.

"Knock what off?  His little penis or his balls?"

"Neither, just stop teasing him he's about to cry anyway."

"That 'cause he's scared he'll have to go to dinner naked
and let those little girls have a round with this little rod
and those two marbles of his."

"No, please, Mom.  Don't make me do that."

"Well, Chad, you said you wouldn't wear the thong.  So I
think we're going to let them have a look at those boy parts
tonight."

"I like it!  Super idea!" Joann yelled.

"No, please, Mom.  I'll wear the thong thing.  Please let me
wear something."  Chad pleaded.

"Listen, Chad.  You have no clothes other than that thong.
I left all of your clothes at home, on purpose.  I felt if
Scott had to be naked most of the time, you could be too.
His sisters and their friends can do whatever they wish to
him while he's naked and I kind of think such an arrangement
will do you good, son.  You are getting a little big for
your britches lately and this might take you down a peg."

"You didn't pack any of my clothes?"

"Oh they're packed, but they're at our house and they won't
be coming here."

In frustration Chad began to cry.  "I want to go home.  I
don't want to be here.  I want to go home now.  Aunt Joann
let me stay with you.  You need to take me home."

"Don't get me in the middle of this.  I'm just along for the
ride." Joann made her position known.

"Well, let's get going.  I don't even know where we're
supposed to go into the house."

"Probably the back.  That's the servants entrance.  I saw it
in a movie once."  Joann joked.

"Mom, where's that thong thing?"

"I put it away, Chad.  You said you wouldn't wear it."

"Yes, I will."

"No, you won't at least not tonight.  You're going naked,
and you will keep your hands away from your boy parts.  If I
even have a moment when I can't see that little penis or
that scrotum of yours, I'll use the fan belt on you right in
front of the Andrews.  You are to allow those children to
fondle your penis and testicles as much as they want too.
If you don't, you won't ever get to wear a thong.  I'll make
you stay naked all the time.  Do you understand me?  And you
can stop crying, it won't make things any different.  Just
stop."

"I'm not hungry.  I'll wait here." The boys sobbed.

"No, you will come with us.  You will keep your hands away
from your penis and you will sit with your legs spread wide.
You don't have to eat, but you better have your best
manners, young man.  I mean it.  I've had as much shit from
you today as I can handle.  Don't push me," Rita warned her
son.

The threesome made their way to the door.  Chad walked out
the door to the platform of the stairs.  The warmth of the
late afternoon sun engulfed his naked body.  Tears continued
to trickle down his cheeks and last minute begging for a
reprieve went without response.  As they reached the bottom
of the stairs, Joann turned to the boy and said, "Come on,
stop the crying.  It's going to happen and you need to be a
little man about it.  Besides, it's a cuter penis than
Scott's.  You have him beat by at least an inch soft.
Imagine how much bigger yours will be when you compare hard-
ons!"

"Stop patronizing him Joann.  Just let him suffer
apprehension.  He'll get used to it."

"Rita.  This way, Rita."  Natalie was waving them to the
front entrance.  As they approached, "Oh my God, he's
beautiful.  And look how well hung.  May I?"

Rita nodded her approval and the hostess reached down and
fondled Chad's boyhood.  "My, my, my the girls and their
friends will have fun with this one.  So will Scott. Come
in."  As they cleared the door, "Girls we have a surprise
for you.  Chad will be dining nude tonight."  With that two
young girls flew into the vestibule to have a look.
"Can we touch it? Little Andrea sought permission from Rita.

"Sure whenever you want."

With that two little hands began feeling Chad's appendage
and slowly it began to rise.  The frightened eleven year old
tried to shelter his groin from the advancements of the
seven year old by pulling it backward.  "Chad you stick that
penis out there where they can get a hold of it.  Push that
bottom forward, now young man."  Compliantly, he thrust his
now hard penis into full view and easy access for the girls.

"Okay, Andrea, it's my turn. I want to feel him too."
Jennifer ordered.  As she reached down and grabbed is dick
she turned to her mother and said, "He'll do.  My friends
will be impressed with how long this thing is."  Then
turning to Rita the girls inquired, "Can I have a look at
his butt hole?"  Rita nodded affirmatively and Jennifer spun
Chad around.  "Bend over Chad and spread your legs."  Afraid
to push the issue Chad bent over, spread his legs and
exposed his hole.  He would rather she be looking at it
closely than his boy parts.  I mean everyone has a hole, but
only boys have the penis and testicles.  A sudden tingle
shot through him as he felt her put her finger right on the
surface.  "I can't wait to feel around in there."

"Okay, kids, let's go eat. Jennifer you need to wash your
hands."  Mr. Andrews walked through the large entryway
without even acknowledging Chad's lack of attire.  He was
followed by everyone, except Scott who managed to enter
late.  He had on shorts and athletic shoes.  Looking at Chad
he stopped momentarily to manually examine Chad's penis,
"Nice one."  Then he went to his seat.  Natalie seated each
of the guests, putting Chad between the two girls.  "These
will be your permanent seats, that is except for you Joann.
You can sit in that seat when you're here though."

As dinner was served, Mr. Andrews asked, "So what's it like
being naked in front of all of us, Chad?  Not as bad as you
might have thought, is it?"

"I hate it.  I don't want to be naked."

"Well, neither does Scott, but that's too bad for your guys,
now isn't it?"  Natalie responded.  "If you weren't naked
how could we girls enjoy your little peepee?  I mean how
would we get pictures to enjoy forever or have the simple
pleasures of fondling hard little penises or rolling little
testicles around?"

"Don't forget fingering their buttholes too, Mom."

"Yes, Natalie, and examining their little prostates too. You
do enjoy doing that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do and I can't wait to get into that boy's butt."

Mr. Andrews entered the bantering, "Now, Jennifer, Chad is
Mrs. Billings' son and she may not want you doing such
things to him."  Then turning toward his wife, "Nor can we
assume she wants pictures taken of him or having him
fondled.  Those are her calls, not ours."

"Oh no, Mr. Andrews, he needs to be under the same rules as
Scott."

With that Scott choked on the sip of milk he had just taken
in.  "Something she said funny, son?"

"No Dad, it's just he doesn't know what he's in for."

"He'll be just fine."

The conversation was like Chad wasn't even there.  But he
wasn't listening as much as he was locked in thought about
his predicament.

Mrs. Andrews then shifted to question Rita, "I couldn't help
but notice the welts on his backside.  Did he give you some
trouble tonight?"

"Yes, but with the help of one of Mr. Andrews' fan belts we
straightened that out."

"It looks like you caught his little balls a bit with that
fan belt, what happened?" The hostess was relentless.

"He wouldn't bend over the bed to take his whipping, so I
gave it to him where he stood.  He started twisting and
moving around when I was swinging and that's what happened."

"After dinner we'll have Scott and Mr. Andrews show you the
spanking board.  You can feel free to use it when you need
to whip him.  If you prefer the fan belt you can just leave
it at the board so things go a little better for you next
time.  We do believe little boys need strong corporal
guidance.  You know they learn better through their skin.
Girls tend to be more capable to understand language.
Anyway, we use spanking a lot with Scott.  In fact, feel
free to straighten him out if he's misbehaving around you.
Just take him to the spanking board and wail the tar out of
him if he needs it."  Mrs. Andrews sufficiently embarrassed
her son.  "Sometimes we let the girls punish him and we
supervise.  Jennifer can make his little ass welt up good
she says 'It's all in the wrist'.

"Well it is, Mom.  Don't I hurt worse than Mom when I whip
you Scott?" Jennifer said with a mouth of half chewed food.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Dear."

"Well, don't I hurt worse than Mom, Scott?"

"Yes." Scott said in almost a whisper with his head looking
down at his plate.
"Jennifer, leave your brother alone."  Mr. Andrews cautioned
his daughter.

Joann picked up the conversation, "So, what's this spanking
board thing?  I might want to use it on my nephew sometime
soon."  She chuckled as she slapped Chad's bare hip hard
enough to leave a hand print.

"Stop," Chad hollered in automatic response at his teasing
aunt.

"It's this board where he has to put his dickie " an anxious
seven year old Andrea started until her father stopped her
by holding his hand up.

"We'll show you after dessert." He spoke to Joann.


The Punishment Chamber

After dinner the five Andrews, Joann, Rita and Chad
adjourned to the study.  In this walnut paneled office there
was a big ornate desk and some leather covered chairs.  A
large bookshelf adorned three of the walls.  The room was
big and Joann, Rita and Chad were impressed.  In the back of
the study there was what appeared to be 4 x 8 sheet of three
quarter inch plywood covered with leather which matched the
covering on the chairs.  However there were two straps at
each side of the base and two at about the seven foot mark.
In the middle of the board there was a five or six inch wide
slide track which from the bottom of the board to about the
four foot mark.  Attached to the track was a slide with a
hole in the center of it which was about one inch in
diameter.  Mr. Andrews looped his finger in the hole and
demonstrated how it could freely slide up and down from the
bottom to approximately the middle of the board. "This kind
of makes the board a 'one size fits all' that will grow with
the boys."  Then he turned to Chad, "Chad, I want you to
come over here so I can show your mother and your aunt how
this works.  Don't worry I'm not going to let anyone spank
you.  At least not right now."  Slowly, the boy walked to
the beckoning paternal figure.  When he got to the board,
Jennifer reached behind her father and slid the hole thing
up to the height of Chad's penis.  "Let Jennifer fit you on
the board." He commanded the boy.  Jennifer grabbed his
penis and stuck it through the hole in the wood.  She then
pushed his hips forward to ensure it stayed in the device.
Spreading his legs widely, she then began buckling the
straps on the bottom of the board around Chad's ankles.
Then she took his hands and placed them in the corresponding
upper straps.  Chad gave into his fear and tried to resist.

"Chad, let her do what she's supposed to, I need to see how
this works." Rita commanded.

"Yeah, me too.  This is getting me hot." Joann interjected.
With that Natalie Andrews raised her eyebrows as if to say,
"How common can one person be."  It was evident the two of
them would not get along if they had to be around each
other.

Chad was finally secured to the board at the ankles and
wrists.  His hips were the only thing he could move, but it
was evident he wasn't to move his penis out of the hole.
"Okay, Andrea, finish him up."  Mr. Andrews directed his
seven year old daughter.  She then walked behind the board.
Suddenly Chad felt a little hand grab his penis from the
other side of the board.  She pulled it hard then a sharp
pressure with excruciating pain shot up his little boy wand.
He tried to pull backward but his progress was halted after
an inch or so.  Whatever it was dug deeper into his penis
and he couldn't free it from the situation.  "Chad, don't
pull.  If you do the teeth of the clamp will cut deeper into
you little penis.  Just stand still and you'll get used to
the initial pain.  If you pull it'll get worse."  Then
turning to Rita, he said, "His penis is clamped on the other
side with a clamp similar to those on battery jumper cables.
They're spring loaded with enough pressure little Andrea has
to use both hands to open them.  The teeth dig into the
boys' penises firmly and if they pull the hole squeezes the
clamp tighter.  Here come around here and I'll show you."
Walking around the back of the board Rita and Joann could
see the boy's little penis sandwiched between the jaws of a
large copper clamp with teeth.  Chad was crying in pain and
fear.  "Now, you can walk around here and beat his ass as
hard and as long as you want to and he can't move away or
twist around."

"I like it, Rita.  We need one of these at your place."
Joann commented.

"How do I get him to hold still for this procedure in the
future. I mean, he's going to fight me on this now because
he knows what's coming."  Rita asked.

Natalie fielded the question, "You tell him that however
long he fights getting fastened to the board, you will make
him stay on it for ten minutes for every one you have to
wait.  If he fights for three minutes, after you've beaten
him, you leave him there for thirty minutes clamped to the
board.  If it takes five then he's there for fifty.  As you
can see it's uncomfortable enough without the spanking.
Sometimes we use it for time-out when Scott doesn't need to
be spanked but he needs to be timed-out.  I can send him in
here with his sisters and they'll fasten him to the board
for me now.  He knows if he fights a time-out, he'll be
severely spanked by the girls and have the time out on top
of that."  Hearing this Scott's demeanor changed and the
though brought fright to his eyes.

"I think, we'll use the board, too from now on.  I mean if
that's okay."  Rita agreed.  

"Mi casa, su casa," Mr. Andrews responded.

"I can see time-out will definitely be more meaningful this
way, too."  Rita said as she patted Chad's bare ass.

"Okay, Andrea go take the clamp off and Jennifer you can
undo the straps."  Natalie instructed the girls.

As the pressure subsided from his penis, a little girl voice
came from behind the board.  "Momma, can I rub him until his
peepee feels better?"

Deferring to Rita, Natalie said, "She wants to rub his penis
and use lotions to help the red marks go away."

"Sure, Honey, you can rub him as long as you want."  Rita
hollered toward the back of the board.  As Chad pulled away
from the board, red in the face but not crying she said,
"Go let Andrea play with your penis, and don't give her a
rough time or she'll get to use that fan belt on you while
your attached to the board.  Understand?"

Taking him by the hand the seven year old led him to the
carpeting in the center of the room and had him lay on his
back as she began rubbing his boyhood.  Embarrassing and
uncomfortable with the situation, yes, but it sure beat
being clamped to the spanking board.  The seven year old
fingers were gentle as they manipulated all of his package.
"Momma, can I use some ice on the red marks."

"Yes, Andrea, but remember, if you use ice, his boy parts
will shrink and his peepee won't get hard until you stop."

"I know, but he's gonna be naked a lot and I can make him
get hard when my friends are over."

"Seven and she's into erections.  She is fascinated by boy's
body parts." Natalie just shook her head.

"Well, now she's got two to play with." Joann tried to
redeem herself with the hostess.

"We're going to let Scott wear shorts for awhile.  We'd like
to treat him to your son for a couple of weeks.  You know
let him cover up, but keep Chad naked.  Let him bring his
friends over to play with Chad's parts.  In a couple of
weeks we'll return Scott to the natural too.  Do you mind?"
Natalie asked Rita.

"No, no, not at all.  Let everyone play with his dick and
balls as much as they want.  Just treat him like yours.  You
know, if you need to spank him.  Let the girls have at him
if he deserves it.  You can even let Scott have a few rounds
on him if it's necessary.  I'll just keep him naked 24/7 for
everyone." Rita responded.

"Mom, please let me go home.  I don't like this." Chad
called from the floor as he was fondled by the little
fingers.  "I can stay with Jimmy.  Remember, his Mom said it
was okay."

"No, Chad you're nude for at least the next three months.
We're going to let your friends come too.  You will just
have to entertain them as a nude host."

"When his friends come, we'll strip Scott too so they have
more to view and play with." Natalie offered.  "Scott, is
having a few friends for an overnight stay and I'm sure the
boys can entertain each other for the time they're together.
Scott, is it okay for Chad to hang with you and your
friends?"

"Sure." The boy replied excitedly.


Scott's Friends Arrive

On Friday afternoon Scott's three friends began arriving.
Rita was working with Mr. Andrews in the office wing of the
estate.  Chad was being supervised by Natalie and her
children. First to arrive was Chris whom he considered his
best friend.  As the car approached Scott beckoned the
completely nude Chad to the window.  "Here comes Chris and
his mom.  He's a real good shot with a BB gun.  Maybe we can
go hunting while he's here."  The car rolled to a stop and a
young boy clad in shorts and tank top jumped out.  His
mother left the driver's seat to accompany him to the door.
"Come on Chad, let's go meet them."  Still self-conscious
about his body, Chad paused in order to consider how to bow
out of appearing naked in front of two complete strangers.
Scott was allowed the comfort of shorts and athletic shoes.
Even though the shorts were very short and it was obvious he
was not allowed underwear, he was at least covered.
"Come on, Chad."  Then the voice of Mrs. Andrews beckoned
the boys to the entrance area.

"Scott, you and Chad need to come here.  Chris is here."

Slowly, Chad sauntered into the vestibule trying desperately
to find a way to cover his penis and testicles, but there
wasn't anything to hide behind.  He knew covering with his
hands would most likely lead to a round on the spanking
board.  

"Oh, how cute.  Who is this?" Chris' mother trained her
attention on Chad.  Chris too was half way shocked to see
this new boy totally exposed walking slowly in his
direction.  

"This is Chad.  He and his mother are spending the summer
with us.  His mother likes for him to be naked all the time.
She thinks it'll be good to temper his modesty.  Chad, this
is Mrs.Wright and this is Chris.  Scott and Chris have been
friends since before kindergarten. Can you say hello?"

"Hi," a half-hearted response was rendered with his head
held low.

"My Chad, you are a well endowed little guy, aren't you?"
Mrs. Wright couldn't get over the length of Chad's member.
"You know, Scott is usually running around naked when I come
here, but this is a switch.  You shouldn't be so shy.  When
Scott comes to visit with Chris he's always naked too.  We
don't let him wear clothes at our house either.  So we're
used to seeing naked little boys.  Chris doesn't spend much
time naked though, I wish he would, but he doesn't like it."

"Well, Sylvia, I told you, you shouldn't let him call the
shots.  If you want him naked, strip him and tell him to
stay that way.  He's going to have problems later, if you
allow his modesty to determine the rules."

"I guess you're right, but we aren't ready to be as open
with him as you are with Scott and now this little boy.
Well, I have to run.  If Chris gives you any problem, you do
what ever you feel needs doing.  If necessary, you can put
him on the board that Scott told us about."

"The spanking board?" Natalie asked with a surprised
expression.  She felt that was a family secret.

"Yeah, the one where his little peepee is pinched so he
can't move."  Sylvia Wright clarified.

"Well, you know he'll have to be naked if that happens, and
he might not like that." Natalie said somewhat sarcastically
to emphasize her earlier point.

"Just don't hurt him too badly, if you do," Sylvia warned.

"Oh nothing happens on the board that doesn't heal.  We
aren't completely without morals."  Natalie replied in a
tone that brought a chuckle to both.

"Chris, you behave now.  You heard what I told Mrs. Andrews.
She can spank you if you are misbehaving and she can use
that board you told me about."

"Yikes, I'll behave.  I promise."  Chris responded to his
mother's direction.  

"Give me a kiss."

"Mom, not here.  I don't want to kiss you.  Not in front of
all these people." The boy rebelled.  It was understood by
both Chad and Scott.  Kissing your mom or dad was okay but
not in front of other kids nine, ten, and eleven year olds
just don't do that.

With that Sylvia grabbed her son and kissed him briefly on
the cheek.  He rubbed the spot as if to erase the imposition
as his mother left the house.  After she left his attention
was drawn to Chad's penis.  "That's a pretty long one.  Mine
isn't that long."

"Go ahead, honey you can feel it if you want," Natalie
encouraged her son's friend to fondle Chad's semi-erect
phallus.  The boy balked with the understanding that as much
as boys that age enjoyed mutual exploration, it wasn't
something you did in front of adults.  He was sure there'd
be time to touch it later when grown-ups weren't around even
if Chad didn't want him to.

Over the next thirty minutes two more boys arrived.  Glenn
was nine he was a year behind Scott in school.  Glenn's
family was close to the Andrews as they often recreated
together.  He came with his father who also noted Chad's
penis size and inquired as to why Scott was clothed.  Glenn
and Scott were often made to romp nude when the families
were together as the parents and little girls in each family
enjoyed the sights, sounds and touching.  Today though Glenn
was clothed in short shorts and no shirt.  He was actually
attired like his friend.  It remained to determine whether
the boy was wearing underpants.  His father said Glenn had
to skinny dip if the boys swam as they purposely didn't pack
a suit.  He, too, gave permission to spank and was
apparently well aware of the spanking board.  Glenn, too,
was quick to visual peruse Chad's penis and testicles.

Simon was last to arrive.  He seemed older than the others
and, as it turned out, he was.  Apparently the boy was
twelve.  Simon was retained in school and felt quite a bit
of embarrassment being the oldest of the threesome (now
foursome).  But Scott was a tender hearted kid who was
instrumental in helping the retainee adjust to the younger
classmates during the first weeks of school during the
previous year.  He was in a pair of the longer more in-style
shorts that came to mid calf, a tee-shirt and athletic
shoes.  He rode his bike over.  Chad couldn't help but
wonder how discipline would be met out if Simon was a
problem.  

"Wow, that kid's naked.  How come he's naked?" Simon asked.

Natalie took over the situation, "Well, Simon, here at our
home little boys are often made to run around naked.  It's
okay here. Now, I'm sure Chad would rather be in clothing,
his mother wants him to stay naked, so that's what will
happen.  You know, Scott spends a lot of time naked and one
of these days, you'll come to visit and you'll see him in
the all together.  Sometimes, we make Glenn stay naked too
so Scott's sisters have something to play with."  With that
Glenn blushed.

"His sisters?  Where are they?" the more mature boy asked.

"They are visiting with some of their friends and they will
be home later this afternoon."

"I don't want to be naked in front of any girls," Simon
offered.

"Well, son you don't have to be, unless, of course you plan
to swim in the pool."  Mr. Andrews' voice broke into the
conversation.

"Simon, this is Mr. Andrews.  He's Scott's dad."

Mr. Andrews extended his hand to shake the hand of his son's
older friend.  "Here at the Andrews home, little boys swim
naked all the time.  Even if we're having a large gathering
little boys are required to swim nude.  So, if you plan to
swim, you'll have to be naked."

"I brought a swim suit."

"Well, you can just leave it packed.  You swim, you swim
naked." Mr. Andrews was emphatic.

So there they stood two boys in shorts and no shirt, two
fully clothed boys and one completely nude eleven year old.
Natalie and her husband left the five and retired to the
living room.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Simon asked Scott.

"First, I want to feel that boy's wiener.  Man look at the
size of it."  Chris offered.

"We could try to make it hard.  I'd like to see how big it
is when he's got a woody." Simon added.

Scott entered the discussion, "Why don't we take him out to
the woods and then we can do a lot of junk to him.  Glenn
and I like to explore butts and I haven't had a chance to
look at his.  Glenn, you want to look at his butt hole?"

"I guess."

They were planning the activities right in front of a
somewhat concerned Chad as if he wasn't even in the room.
Not one of them asked him what he thought.  Their plans were
somewhat nebulous but no less scary to him.

"Chris, grab his wanker and pull him along with us.  Let's
take him somewhere where we can look at him better." Simon
directed.

Compliantly, Chris grabbed and squeezed the penis which was
now fully erect and the five left the house.  Chris pulled
Chad by the penis in the desired direction.  "Hey, I can
follow you guys without you pulling my dick!"

"Maybe you can, man, but we're going to do it this way for
awhile.  Remember you're the new kid and we're going to
initiate you."  Simon retorted.  "Hey Scott, ask your mom if
she knows where we might find some rope.  We're going to tie
him up so we can play." The older boy continued finishing
with a snide smile at the soon to be victim of his plans.


Initiation Time

The five boys walked into the wooded five acre area that
adjoined the Andrews estate.  "Hey, Chris, pull him over
here." Simon's dominance was beginning to frighten Chad as
the younger Chris pulled him by the penis to the area
designated by Simon.  "Let's tie him to the tree."

Taking the rope from Scott, Simon put Chad's back to a tree
and pulled his arms behind him securing his wrists around
the tree.  With the remaining rope he tied Chad's ankles to
the base of the trunk.  "Now let's have a look at that long
wiener of yours," Simon asserted as he grabbed Chad's now
erect penis.  "Look his pee hole is pretty big.  Hey Glenn
get me a stick off that bush, one I can stick in his dick
hole."

"No, Simon, please don't stick anything in my penis." Chad
pleaded before Glenn even had a stick in his hand.

"Your what? Penis, what the hell is that.  It's a dick.
What the hell kind of word is 'penis'?" Simon antagonized
the bound child further.  "Give me that," he grabbed a small
twig Glen was holding.  "Now, hold still or it'll hurt
worse".  Simon recommended as he pushed the narrower end of
the twig into the urethra.  Chad yelled with a combination
of pain and fear as the twig was pushed about an inch into
the urinary tract.  

"Take it out, take it out, it hurts," tears swelled in
Chad's eyes as his panic became more and more evident.  

"Hey Simon, take it out.  Look he's not kidding. You're
hurting him," Scott pleaded his visitor's case.  "What if
you hurt him real bad.  Man, we'll all be in trouble.  I
don't need the spanking board.  Take the damn stick out of
his wiener."

"Not yet.  It can go in further.  Watch." Simon pushed it
another half inch into the penis. Chad screamed loud enough
to be heard at the house.  He was crying and begging to have
the stick removed.  

"Simon, take the stick out of his dick.  I'm leaving if you
don't.  I don't want to be in trouble," Scott reiterated.

"Me either, Simon.  Take it out," Glenn added.

"Com'on let's get out of here," Simon grabbed Glenn and
Chris' arms and began to lead them away.

"Okay, I'll take it out.  Stay here, we're not finished."
Simon relented.  He pulled the stick from the urethra slowly
adding to the pain Chad had gone through.  Once it was freed
from the boy's penis, Simon threw it down and began
examining the hole visually.  Chad was still crying from the
ordeal.

"Glenn, did you ever suck a boy's dick?" Simon now turned
his attention to the youngest of the boys.

"No, not no, hell no! I wouldn't do that." Glenn responded
much the same as an adult redneck.

"You will, if I tell you to or I'll beat the shit out of
you," Simon's bully colors were flying high.  "Get over here
and put that thing in your mouth."

"No, no way.  I'm not doing that.  It's gay."

"Look you get that dick in your mouth so we can watch you
suck it or we'll strip you and make you stay nude all
weekend with him.  And, if we have to do that, I'll punch
you 'til you cry.  Now, get your ass over here and suck his
dick."

Excited  by the prospect, Scott pushed they younger boy in
the direction of the tree.  "Yeah Glenn, suck his dick. Then
you can tell us what it tasted like."

"What if he pees in my mouth?" Glenn attempted to talk his
way out of it.

"If he pees, we'll whip his dick and balls with a switch.
He won't pee in your mouth.  Will you, Chad?" Simon
reasoned.

Chad still tearing from the intrusion into his urethra shook
his head slightly acknowledging he wouldn't.

Glenn was pushed to his knees on one shoulder by Scott and
the other by Chris.  Simon took his head and pushed it
toward Chad's now erect penis. "Open up, Glenn." Glenn
hesitantly opened his mouth and was then thrust toward Chad
pubis.  He could feel the immature penis in his mouth and
it's head pressing against the back of his throat.  Both
Scott and Chris let out an "ooooooouuuuu" and giggled.
Simon still maintained his authoritarian perspective, "Close
your lips and suck him hard.  Come on, Glenn, do it or I'll
punch your ass, I swear I will."

The boy sealed the shaft between his lips and began to suck.
He found himself moving his mouth up and down the now saliva
drenched shaft.  He could feel the boy's tip on his tongue
and was tempted to bite down just behind the glans.  Sharing
the victimization feeling of his target he decided to be
more friendly though and continued to suck.  Inexplicably,
Chad began to feel a swelling up and his breathing became
heavier.  Something this boy was doing soothed the
previously aching penis.  Suddenly, shivers traveled
throughout his body as he shook and thrust his hips forward.


"Whoa, did anything come out of his dick?" Simon asked the
now separated Glenn.

"No, I don't think so, but his stomach banged right into my
face.  I think he was mad and hit me on purpose."

"No that wasn't mad.  It was something called an organism or
something like that.  My dad told me about it when we had
the 'birds and bees' thing.  He said that boys shoot
something called sperm or what I call a wad.  I don't shoot
anything either yet, but my dick leaks a little when I  play
with it.  You sure nothing came out?"

"Yeah, pretty sure."

"What did it taste like?"

"I don't know.  The tip part felt real spongy though.  The
other part was hard and slippery."

"Yeah, that was because of all of your spit.  Man you
slobbered all over his dick," Chris pointed out.
"Chad, what did it feel like?  Was it fun or did it hurt?"
Scott's curiosity was getting the best of him.

"It felt okay.  I liked it a lot better than when Simon put
that stick in there."  Chad moaned but was evidently
regaining his composure.  The truth was the feeling of being
sucked off was fair payment for the hurt Simon had imposed
earlier.

"Okay, now I want to feel his balls for awhile." Simon
directed.  As his hand went to the captive boy's scrotum he
isolated an individual testicle and pinched it causing Chad
unbearable pain.  Being bound to the tree, he could only
scream and writhed in a limited way.

"Hey, I want to try that!" Chris entered the activity.

"Go ahead, you do his left one, I just finished the right
one."

Chris isolated the left ball and squeezed causing a similar
response followed by Chad's incessant begging.  "Please
don't do that, please it hurts, it hurts!"  At that the boys
all laughed sadistically.

Scott approached the victim and his three friends, "Hey let
me in there.  I want to whip his dick and balls with this
blackberry branch.  Look it has all those stickers on it."

"Shit, I bet that'll hurt."  Simon chuckled.

"Yeah, man that's going to really smart," Glenn agreed.
"Hit him with it.  Make sure you hit his things."

Suddenly there was a rather whimpy connection to his balls
just below the shaft of his again erect penis.  Though the
branch itself didn't welt the thorns on the branch scratched
the scrotum enough to burn.  

"Hey, let me try that," carefully the branch was handed off
to Chris.  Standing to the side of his intended victim,
Chris took careful aim with his tongue sticking out the side
of his mouth.  Rapidly the branch was brought straight down
on the shaft of Chad's erection.  It hit with force which
didn't hurt save the thorns which implanted themselves in
his penis.  

"Ooooooooo, I bet that hurts," Glenn observed as he
carefully raised the temporarily stuck branch from the
writhing boy's penis.  "Oh yeah, that's gonna leave a mark,"
as he rubbed his index finger over the effected area.  "Look
that red scratch and all those little holes."

"God, what if my mother sees that and asks him what
happened?"

"He won't tell, will you Chad?" Simon said in his firmest
bully voice.  "Your just gonna say you ran through some
stickers and that's how this happened.  Right?"
"Yes, yes, just let me go.  I don't want anymore of this."

"Oh we're not done.  We have another side to examine and
play with," Simon responded again with his tough guy voice.
"Let's turn him around and check out that asshole."

"Come on guys, don't.  Let me go.  You've had your fun."

"No, Chad, we aren't finished."  Chris supported Simon's
excitement.

"Okay, we're going to undo your legs and then your hands,
but if you don't do what we say, we're going to tell Mrs.
Andrews you were out here jerking off in front of us.
She'll put you on the board if we do.  Won't she, Scott?"
Simon threatened.

"Yeah, she puts me on it for just covering my penis when her
bridge club comes to the house.  I mean she hates for boys
to cover their things up, so she'll have a fit if she thinks
you were playing with yourself."

"Yeah, when I have to be naked here, she makes me walk
around to all the company and let them see it and touch it.
Even when it's hard."  Glenn added.

"Yeah, especially when it's hard."  Chris agreed.

The boys loosened the ropes from around Chad's ankles and he
felt the blood flow a little more freely.  Then Simon began
to loosen the wrist from around the tree.  His arms ached
from being tied behind him and the stress from jerking at
them during the painful ordeal he had just survived.  His
penis and scrotum still burned from the thorn treatment.
But his urethra still hadn't returned to normal after the
stick probe.  Though extremely uncomfortable the pain had
subsided though.  He was just glad to be free.

"Get over here Chad," Simon ordered from the side of a tree
which had fallen and was still connected to the stumb about
three feet off the ground.  "Come down here.  Bend over the
tree."  

Compliantly Chad wrapped his body around the contour of the
tree.  Simon took the rope and tied his wrists under the
tree to the ankles of his corresponding feet.  Again, Chad
was helplessly bound.  "Hey, take this rope and tie it to
his ankle and pull it over to that limb and tie it off.
Glenn, take this rope and tie off his other ankle to the
trunk over there.  Let's get him spread as wide as we can so
we can see that asshole.  Pull it a little more, Glenn.
Come on pull it tighter.  Some more.  Yeah, there it is.  We
can get to it easy now."

Suddenly, Chad felt the probing index finger of his chief
antagonist.  "Man, look at this pink part." Again, the
finger pressed as the other boys looked on.  "I wonder how
far in something can go.  Hey find me a smooth stick about
as big as my finger."

Chris left the group and began scouring the ground around
the downed tree.  Finding a piece of a branch which had lost
it's bark but had a roughly broken off end he handed it to
Simon.  Momentarily, Chad could feel the rough and scratchy
feeling of something probing and seeking entrance at his
rectum.   There was a sudden thrust and it scratched passed
the opening causing a loud and pronounced moan.  "Man push
it in further."  Chris encouraged.  Obligingly, Simon
pressed harder and the stick went in another inch.  

"Hey, what if it hurts the inside part.  You know his guts.
What if the stick cuts him inside?"  Scott was determined to
avoid any confrontation when he returned home.  He could
only imagine the trouble he'd be in if Chad had to go to the
doctor as a result of their playing around.  "Better pull it
out now."

"I'll pull it out, if you agree to put your finger in
there," Simon replied.

"Hey, there's shit in there.  I don't want to get shit on my
finger."

"Maybe there aren't any turds in there.  Maybe he shit them
out and he hasn't made anymore."  Glenn tried to reason.

"Well if you believe that, then you can lick his asshole,
Asshole."  Simon retorted.

"I'm not licking his asshole.  You made me suck him off and
that's all I'm going to do."

"Oh yeah.  Well, I might have to mess you up a little."

"You do and I'll tell.  I mean it.  I'll tell as soon as we
get back."

"What if I tell, Mrs. Andrews you sucked Chad's peter and we
all saw you do it?  Yeah, that's even better than beating
your face.  You'd get the board for sure and we could watch
your little pecker get clamped by Andrea.  She'd love to
play with your little thing.  
Jessica could use that cane thing they have in the closet to
stripe your naked ass.  Okay, so you tell on me and see what
happens to you.  Scott, put your finger in his ass and tell
us what's in there."

Slowly, Scott approached the anal entrance with his extended
index finger.  "No use your middle finger.  You know your
bird finger.  Shove it in there." Simon directed.  Scott
switched fingers and as he pressed found that the stick had
loosened the entry as it slid in without much resistance.
Even though it wasn't nearly as intrusive and rough as the
stick, Chad moaned as it entered.  "Well, what do you feel?"

"It's kind of warm and mushy."

"Mushy?  You must have found a turd."

"No, not like a turd.  Just kind of gushy.  Wait here's a
little bump.  Man the bump is right behind his dick."  As
the boy fingered his prostate Chad's moan took on an air of
pleasure rather than pain.  

"Listen I think he likes it.  Does that feel good?" Glenn
asked the bound boy.

"It feels weird, but it doesn't hurt.  It kinda feels good,
but I feel like I'm gonna shit."

"Oh my God, I'm getting my finger out of there.  If he's
gonna shit, I ain't standin' here."

"Now it feels like it, but I don't think I'm gonna."

"Okay everybody move aside.  I'm gonna whip his ass with
this sticker branch," Chris was back to thrashing the
blackberry branch through the air.  "That ass sticking up is
just begging to be whipped."

"Please don't.  That thing hurts." Chad pleaded.

"Maybe we shouldn't.  If it leaves scratches my mom will ask
questions."

"Hell, his dick has scratches on it.  If she's gonna ask
questions, she's gonna ask questions.  Go ahead, Chris tear
him up."

With a devilish grin the boy swiped Chad's butt with the
thorny branch.  As predicted it left a pink lightly bleeding
stripe across both cheeks.  Again, it landed right across
where the legs met the ass leaving a bleeding stripe.
Though the actual contact didn't sting, the scratches left
by the thorns burned. "Stop, please, stop.  It hurts.  Stop,
please." Chad begged.

"Hey, look he's bleedin'.  Chris, stop for a minute, look
there are some thorns still stuck in him."  Glenn pulled a
fine blond colored thorn from Chad's ass."

"Oh shit our asses are grass now.  Mom is going to whip all
of us."  Scott became very concerned as he surveyed the
wounds.

"Just let me go.  You guys have had your fun.  I won't
tell." Chad begged.

"You won't have to tell.  Your ass and your peter are
scratched and you have some thorns stuck in your ass.  She's
gonna see."

"I'll tell her I ran through some stickers.  She'll believe
me.  Just untie me and stop this bullshit."  Chad was
getting angry, but knew to keep composed.  It improved his
chances for being released.

"I'm untying him, Simon.  This was enough.  We need to
stop."  Scott undid the knots without further objection and
freed Chad.  "You promise you'll tell her you ran through
the stickers?"

"Yeah, but if you guys do anymore all promises are off.
Now, let's go back to the house.  I need to get in the pool
and cool my dick and ass off."

Returning to the house, the boys became aware that Jessica
and Andrea were home.  Andrea had some of her seven and
eight year old girl friends sitting on the patio overlooking
the pool. "Wow, hey everybody, look a naked boy," one of
them yelled.  "Look, he's naked.  Look at his thing.  Can I
see it?"

"See it? You can touch it if you want."  Andrea offered.
"Chad come over here and let Julie feel your wiener."  Chad
ignored her as if he hadn't heard her.  "I said come here
and let my friends feel your boy thing."  He couldn't ignore
anymore.  "Do I need to get Mom?"

Scott suggested, "You better get over there.  If you don't
you'll get the board in front of all of them and each one
will whip your ass with the cane."

"What the hell's the cane," asked Simon.

"It a long flimsy stick that stings worse than anything you
can imagine when it hits your ass."

"Well, my Mom and Dad use a belt on my bare ass and that's
the worst."  Simon tried to one up.

"I've had both and I'd rather have the belt.  I'm not
kiddin' Simon, if it's between the belt and the cane, take
the belt."

Following that interchange Chad reluctantly went over to the
girls.  "Why's it sticking out like that?" Julie asked as
she grabbed the dick.  "Wow, it sure is hard.  Are they
always hard?"

Andrea took her instructor attitude, "Well, boys get
rections or something like that.  And when they do, their
penis gets hard and sticks out.  Chad's got one of those."

"How do you know all that stuff?"

"Because my mother taught me on my brother."

"Let me feel it," Cindy another very young little girl
begged.

Julie still getting her fill of touching asked, "What's in
this bag under here?"

"His balls," Andrea chuckled.

"What are all these marks on his thing?"

Carefully Andrea examined his penis.  Then she noticed his
ass had similar marks.   "Hey, Chad what are these from?"  

"Let me see," Cindy begged.  "Can I feel his boy thing now?"

"Julie, let Cindy feel him.  I'm going to get my mother to
look at these."

"It's okay, Andrea, I just ran through some stickers.  You
don't have to get your mom."

"Yes, I do.  She can put some medicine on that."

"No, it's okay."  Andrea disappeared into the house.  He
could hear her yelling "Mom, Mom " as she went through the
door.  The other boys seeing what was happening started to
wander off toward the tennis courts.  

Shortly, Natalie Andrews appeared on the patio followed by
her concerned daughters.  Jessica's curiosity at hearing the
story brought her along.  Besides she loved looking at the
well endowed boy's penis.  It was longer than any she'd ever
seen, even though her experience with boys' penises was
limited to her brother and his friends.

"Let's have a look Chad," the concerned adult said as she
took the penis from the hands of the seven year old girl.
"Wow, what happened to your penis?" she asked as she
squeezed the glans to examine the opening.

"I ran into some stickers."

"No, Chad this was more than stickers.  Your penis head is
red and a little swollen.  What did you put in your penis?"

"Nothing."

"Chad, what did you put in your penis?"

"Honest, I didn't put anything in there."

"Chad, did the other boys put something in there?  Turn
around.  Did you run into the stickers or did you back into
them?  What are the pink marks around your ankles?  Chad,
what's going on here?"  He could feel her pulling his ass
cheeks apart.   "Chad your anus is red, too.  Okay, young
man what happened?"

"Nothing."

"If I hear another nothing, I'll doctor you until that penis
is back to normal and then I'm going to clamp it to the
spanking board and we'll beat the story out of you.  Now,
tell me what happened."

"The other boys initiated me to the group.  They just
examined me, that's all."

"Examined is what Cindy was doing to you, not putting things
in your penis and anus. Jessica, find the other boys and
tell them to get over here now."

Grinning from ear to ear Jessica went off to find her
brother and his friends.   As she approached the tennis
court she saw the boys sitting on a bench.  "Hey you guys,
Mom wants to see you at the pool.  She's pissed and said you
better get there now."

"Oh shit."  Scott immediately panicked.

"Do you think he told?" Glenn asked in a frightened tone.

"I don't know.  He promised he wouldn't."  Simon added

"We better go and find out."  Scott was curious enough for
clarification and he didn't want to piss her off any more
than she was.

As they got off the bench and began walking toward the pool,
both Chris and Glenn commiserated with a semi cry of
"Ooooooohhhhhhh, God."

"Scott, you want to tell me what happened to Chad's penis
and bottom?" Natalie demanded.

"He ran into some sticker bushes that's all." Scott replied.

"This is more than stickers.  His penis head is red and
swollen, so is his anus."

"Anus?" Simon questioned.

"His butt hole," Natalie clarified for the physiologically
uneducated pre-teen.  She paused to hand a tube of sunscreen
to Cindy.  "Here, Honey, put this on his boy parts.  Really,
rub it in well."  The little girl took the tube with glee
and immediately began to squeeze the tube applying the slick
contents to the boy's penis sliding her hand which wrapped
three quarters of the way around its girth back and forth.

"Now, what did you boys do to Chad?"

"Nothing, Mom.  We didn't do anything."

"You tied him up and did things to him, didn't you."

"No, Mom, we didn't do anything.  He ran into some sticker
bushes. What did he tell you?"

"He said he ran into some sticker bushes, but I don't
believe him either. I can see the marks the rope left right
here.  She rubbed her finger around his ankles and then
grabbing his arms pointed to his wrists.  I'm not stupid.
These are rope marks.  Sticker bushes don't make his penis
red and swollen at the tip and I'm sure they didn't get to
his anus.  Sticker bushes can't spread his cheeks apart and
play with his anus. What did you boys do to him?"

"We better tell her," Glenn was scared.

Scott told the story.  He tried to pin most of it on Simon
who really deserved most of the credit.

"I want all four of you to stand there and strip naked.
Let's go, get the clothes off." Jessica's face lit up.  At
the Andrews house if you can see it you can touch it and
that was especially true of boys' penis and testicles.  The
younger children hearing this command turned their attention
to the other four and actually jumped and cheered with glee
at what was about to be given to them.  "Now, boys.  Not
tomorrow, not in an hour, now.  Get naked right here."

Slowly, the boys began to undress.  Simon balked and said he
just wanted to go home. "Oh no, Simon, you're mine for at
least the next two days and you will be naked all the time.
Let's go get your clothes off."

"I want to call my Mom," he argued.

"Jess, honey, go get me the remote phone, please."  Natalie
instructed her eldest daughter.  As the girl left, Natalie
turned her attention to Chris who was ahead of his two other
peers and was standing in his jockey shorts.  "Julie, go
over and pull down Chris' underpants for him.  Then take
them off and put them over here with the rest of his
clothes."  The little girl rushed to the task and yanked his
underwear down to his feet.  Without resistance the boys
stepped out of them and moved to cover his boyhood.  "Oh no,
young man, you leave that where the little girls can see and
touch it. You're their property now.  They may be seven and
eight years old, but they're in-charge for the rest of the
weekend." Turning her attention to the other two strippers,
she noticed her son had shed it all and was already standing
ready for fondling with his average sized erection.  Glenn
was stepping out of his shorts with his back to the girls.
"Glenn, turn around and let them watch that little thing of
yours bounce around."  Compliantly, Glenn turned around to
face the girls and stretched out his arm to offer his
underpants to Julie who was collecting all the clothing.

Jessica returned with the phone.  "What's your mother's cell
phone number, Simon?" The boy hesitated, but then with the
possibility his mother would rescue him from the impending
embarrassment and possible spanking, he relented.  
"555-2498."

Natalie angrily pushed the numbers on the phone.  It was
evident it was ringing as she waited.  "Hi, Mrs. Johnson,
this is Natalie Andrews.  If you would, please give me a
call.  I'm having a problem with Simon and I think he needs
some straightening out.  My number is 555-2330.  Thank you."

"I can just ride my bike home." Simon suggested.

"No Simon, you're not getting out of this." As she was
explaining the situation to Simon the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hi, I'm Scott's mother, I know we haven't met, but here's
what's happening.  I have one boy who stays naked all the
time " then a pause, "no his mother and I feel making boys
stay naked is good for their modesty and humility. Well,
Mrs. Johnson, Simon and the other boys took him to the woods
and assaulted his body in entirely unacceptable and
dangerous ways."  Another pause.  "No they inserted things
into his urethra and shoved things into his anus.  It looks
like they whipped him with sticker branches too." Another
longer pause.  "Well, I thought that might help too.  I told
him to get naked.  The other four are nude, but he wouldn't.
I felt a couple of days being fondled and slaves to the
girls would help." A momentary pause, "Well, he won't get
undressed." Again a pause.  "Oh all four of the perpetrators
will be spanked, yes.  Sounds like we're on the same wave
length here." Again, a pause.  "Simon, your mother wants to
speak to you."  Natalie handed the elder boy the phone.

"Yes, Ma'am.  Yes, Ma'am.  But, Mom, I didn't do anything.
Awh, come on, Mom, just let me come home and you can punish
me.  But...  Please, Mom."  The mighty Simon began to tear
up as he handed the phone back to his host's mother.

"Oh, I will.  Well, when were done with his punishment,
he'll think twice about doing such things again."  A short
pause.  "No, boys do those kinds of things.  No I don't
think he's gay.  No it's just exploratory stuff.  If he was
fifteen or sixteen, I'd be more concerned.  No, being man
handled by the girls will help get some of that straightened
out."  Another pause, "Well, we've got the room and it
wouldn't be an intrusion.  No that will be fine. Okay,
you've got my number if you should need me."  Another pause,
"No feel free to stop by.  I'd love to meet you and talk
about what we think might help you and your son.  Bye."

"Simon get your clothes off now.  At this point, I'm a
little put out.  But your mother and I see eye to eye on
this.  She wants you to spend the week here totally and
completely naked the whole time.  She also wants me to spank
the daylights out of you.  Now, get undressed or I will have
the boys hold you down while I cut your clothes off."

Four naked boys were each being fondled by girls in
attendance.  Jessica was interested in what Simon, more her
age mate, was packing in his shorts and watched intently as
she fondled Chris' erect penis. "Come on Simon, I want to
see it.  Get those pants off, boy!"  She teased.

Simon slowly removed his clothing saving his shorts and
underwear for last.  When the shorts hit the ground, Natalie
reached over and removed them from his feet.  "Jessica, do
you want the honors of removing his underpants?"

"Why, yes, Mom, I do."  The girl smugly approached the boy
who was feigning being cold.  Slowly she put her thumbs in
the elastic of his underpants and started to wiggle them
downward.  As the elastic cleared the penis it snapped up
and slapped his pubic area.  "Wow, he's got a nice one too,
Mom.  Hey girls look at Simon's it's big too."
The little girls left their boys and came to look at Simon.

"You just make sure to keep that where we can see it at all
times, Simon.  When you sit you must sit with your legs
spread.  When you stand you must never cover it.
Understand?" Natalie instructed.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Then she uttered the words the boys feared most, "Now, you
four boys have a date with the board."

Jessica became excited immediately, "I want to spank them,
Mom, I want to spank them. Please let me do it."

"No, Jessica.  I think Chad has those honors today.  He's
the one they did all that stuff to.  We're going to let Chad
do it.  If he doesn't do it like I tell him, we'll let you
and the girls spank the lot of them.  Chad that means if you
don't hit hard, you're going to get a whipping from the
girls, understand?"

Chad reluctantly nodded.  Now he was being put in the
antagonist role.  

"Okay, Jessica, you and Andrea take the girls to the study
and wait. I'll bring the boys in just a minute."  The girls
giggling and excited about the show they were about to see
wandered off toward the punishment chamber.

"Boys, you can touch each other.  You can rub each other.
You can use you hands and mouths on each other, but if it
ever goes further than that, you need to ask me to see if
you can do it.  You could have really hurt Chad badly. You
will stay naked for the week-end and you will consider
yourselves toys for whoever wants to cop a feel.
Understood?"  All five nodded.  "Simon, you will be spending
the week with us and you will never place one little thread
on your body.  No shoes either.  You will stay completely
nude.  The same goes for you Scott and of course you will
stay naked forever Chad.  If your mothers wish to keep you
this way after they've heard what you've done, then you will
too Chris and Glenn.  Now, Simon come over here and let me
feel that big boy of yours."

Grabbing his penis she did a quick examination.  "Okay,
let's go get the punishment over." As the group walked
toward the study, Glenn began crying.


The Punishment is Meted Out

As the boys entered the room they immediately were drawn to
the gaggle of little girls seated cross-legged on the floor
eagerly chatting about what they were about to witness.
Jessica stood prominently almost striking the role of master
of ceremonies.  The dark walnut walls added to the mystique
of the black leather covered plywood board in the south west
corner.

"Scott, Chris and Simon, you need to stand over there with
you hands on your heads and your legs spread facing the
girls.  Glenn, since you seem to be the most traumatized
we'll let you go first.  Come over here.  Chad you stand off
to the side while we get Glenn fastened."

The now bawling child was led forward to the board.  His
hands were placed in the restraints which were velcroed
around his wrists.  Andrea left her position with the other
girls who were in awe still wondering what that contraption
was for.  She slid the small hole to the proper height and
pulled the boys penis through.  Suddenly there was a loud
scream as the teeth of the clamp dug into the shaft just
behind his glans. "Ooowwweee take it off, take it off.  It
hurts take it off." He pleaded.

"No young man, you need to learn a little play can cause a
lot of trouble.  You'll remember this spanking, if you've
forgotten others. Andrea, make sure the teeth on the clamp
are biting into his little wiener, honey."

With that the little girl squeezed both sides of the clamp
and the boy screamed again with definite agony in his facial
expression.  "It's on there okay, Momma."

Now the boys ankles had been secured.  Look at what was
going on brought tears to Chris' eyes and he began to cry in
anticipation of what awaited him in a few moments.
"Jessica, go in the closet and get the cane out of the
corner there and bring it to Chad."  Momentarily Chad was
being handed a long thin bamboo like reed.  "Chad, take that
over to that chair over there and whip the cushion a few
times.  I want to see if you can make it 'talk' for you."  

Chad walked to the chair and whipped the cane down on the
seat cushion. There was a whistle followed by a loud thud.
"Good Chad, try it a few more times."  Whistle after whistle
and thud after thud, Chad quickly got the hand of using the
cane.  

"It's kinda like a whip.  Isn't it?" he remarked to the
elder lady.

"Exactly, Chad.  Now I want you to go over there and whip
Glenn's bottom six times with the cane.  Make sure each time
you leave a mark on his butt.  Understand?  Remember, if you
don't do it right, you'll get a caning from the girls later.
So make it count and make it visible."

"Please Mrs. Andrews, I won't do it again.  Please let me
go.  Don't let him whip me.  Please."

"Hush Glenn.  Glenn, honey, if you try to pull away the
clamp will dig into your little boy thing and it will hurt
very badly so try to stay still until Chad is done.  Go on,
Chad."

Suddenly there was a whistling through the air and a sharp
swat very unlike the thud on the chair.  A red stripe
appeared on the nine year old's backside and he screamed in
pain.  Then there was another whistle and another stripe.
Glenn pulled to attempt escape and the teeth of the clamp
dug into his penis.  He quickly pressed his pubis against
the board to relieve the pressure on the clamp.  He was
petrified and screaming as still another welt was applied to
his white backside.  The little girls were giggling and
excited over the show they were watching.  "Hit him again,
Chad. Make him pull his wiener again," shouted the now
sadistic Cindy.  Again the reed hit the boys backside just
below the tan and white division at the belt line.  Writhing
in pain he squeeled more than screamed.  Tears were flowing
fluidly from his eyes.  He continued to beg as another was
applied to the center of his buttocks.  "One more Chad,"
Jessica coached.  The reed whistled and hit with a sound of
splat.  There were six distinct raised red line which at
time crisscrossed.  Glenn was then released from the board.
Andrea ran to the back to release the clamp and her sister
undid the Velcro straps holding his wrists and ankles.

"Let's see, I think it's Chris' turn," Mrs. Andrews selected
the next to be spanked.

"Oh no, please Mrs. Andrews.  Please don't make me get
spanked.  Please I didn't do anything," the boy was on his
knees pleading to be exempted.  Natalie picked him up and
held his arms in place as Jessica secured the straps.
Andrea waited until the straps were in place and then
manipulated the boy's penis through the hole.  She could
secure it though as he kept pulling it back out when she
squeezed the handles to open the clamp.  "Julie go on back
there and hold Chris' penis until Andrea can get the clamp
on it.  Jessica push his butt forward so he can't pull his
penis out. I'm just glad all five are circumcised so we
don't have to deal with a foreskin and the clamps.  I don't
think Andrea would know what to do."  

Jessica knowing what a foreskin was from her babysitting
experiences said, "What would she have to do?  I mean how
would you clamp it?"

"Well, honey, I guess one of the kids would have to slide
the foreskin back and she would bite into the glans.
Putting that clamp on top of the foreskin might circumcise
an active boy."  With that they both chuckled.  

Suddenly there was a thrust at Chris' hips backward and a
scream that ran throughout the study as the clamps teeth did
there thing.  Just as the pain was equalizing, Andrea
squeezed the two jaws together to make sure they were secure
and the boy screamed a blood curdling scream.

"He's all yours Chad. Go for it." Jessica assumed the
leadership role.

A quick whistle and there appeared a strip on Chris'
backside.  His buns were white and there didn't appear to be
a tan line.  It may have been assumed he wore a shirt all
the time.  His legs showed a little tanning from his shorts
but the line was at the calf. "Mom, its too bad little boys
wear those long shorts today.  I like to look at their
little legs almost as much as their boy parts.  I like 'em
best when they're really tanned."  Again amidst the small
talk another welt was applied to the white buttocks.  Chris
was screaming and begging at this point.  

"I like their legs too, Jess.  I like to see the little
dicks and ball sacks tanned too.  It makes them look like
little bronze gods doesn't it?  Well, anyway Chris will be
quite a bit tanner after this weekend.  If his mother
decides to leave him we'll send him back to her nude and
brown.  Come on, Chad, you can whip harder than that.  Let
him have a good one."

Swwwwissssshhhh, splatttt! Chris pulled backward in an
attempt to free himself and the jaws of the clamp chomped
down on the meatus tightly as they were pulled into the
hole.  This was the last audible scream from the boy.  He
was so traumatized he couldn't make any more noise, "That's
better boy.  Look you put that across both cheeks.  More
like that. Chris, baby, stay still or you'll hurt that
little peepee again."

After six were applied to Chris, he was released from the
board.  He took two steps away and fell to the floor holding
his backside alternating with his penis.  "Mom, Chris is
covering his wiener." Andrea reported.

"It's okay for him to do that now.  It hurts and we'll let
him rub it, unless one of you girls would rather rub it for
him."

"I will, oh, I will!" Julie was beside herself.

"Okay Julie put some of that lotion over there on it.  Rub
gently.  Chris go over there and let Julie rub your little
peepee."  Without hesitation the boy went where he was told.
One round on the board was enough.

"Let's see, I believe we'll let Scott go next.  He's a
veteran at this, aren't you son?"

Crying the boy went to the board.  He didn't beg as he knew
it was futile.  He didn't resist his sisters as they went
about their tasks as he knew that was futile too.  He was
fastened quickly.  "Okay, Chad, let him have it hard.  I
mean really, really hard.  He's my bratty brother and I'm
going to enjoy this every minute of it," Jessica reveled.

The first strike hit Scott just below the cheeks.  Unlike
the other boys there were no tan lines his entire body was
tanned and it was a little more difficult to see the welts.
But welt he did.  After the second stinging contact Scott
began to writh and grit his teeth almost too proud to scream
and beg.  The third brought an audible yell.  He couldn't
hold out any longer.  "Couldn't make it without screaming
could you Scotty?"

"Fuck you, Jessica."

"What did you just say to your sister?"

"Nothing.  She's all the time making fun of me.  It hurts,
Mom.  I'd like to see her get it, but she doesn't have a
dick to put that clamp on."  He was mad and the reprieve
from Chad's swats allowed him to verbalize it.  That was a
mistake.

"Hurry up Chad, after you've done your six give Jessica the
cane.  She's going to give him six more. That'll teach him
to watch that vulgar mouth of his and to be more respectful
to his older sister."

Swisssssshhhh, slaaaaatttt.  Another stripe appeared a
little high almost on the small of the boy's back.  He
screamed again.  Swiisssshhhh, slaaaaatttt a white welt
which quickly turned red wrapped itself cheek to cheek.
After six he handed the reed to Jessica who was much more
animated and violent in her approach.  It was apparent she
was trying not just to welt, but to open wounds on the boy's
ass.  At one point he pulled away from the board so hard the
clamp made a thud as its jaws tried to clear the hole.  The
teeth clamped down on the penis and the whole contraption
was caught in the hole on the board.  Mrs. Andrews walked
around and pulled the clamps back from the hole releasing
some of the tension on Scott's dick.  "Wow, Scott you'd
better stay still, you don't want to pull the tip off your
little tool, baby." She cautioned him.  "That's gonna hurt
for a day or two.  Girls someone will have to put lotion on
Scott's wiener when he's done."

"I will, I will."

"Julie, you already have Chris to work on.  We're going to
let Cindy do Scott."

Swwwwwiiisssh slatttttt another stripe appeared.  The boy
was bawling continuously.  After Jessica's fourth lash, he
began to beg for mercy.  "Oh no, Scotty I've been waiting
too long to do this to you.  You're getting all six," the
spanker yelled.  Swwwwiiiissssh, sllllaaaaaatttttt. Another
powerful contact with the cane against the boy's cheeks.
"Mom can't I do more than six.  He's a pain and I'm enjoying
this."

"No, Jess, give him the last one and we'll turn him loose.
You'll get another chance sometime, I'm sure."

"Well, turn him around so I can whip his bag and wiener
then."

"No, we're not doing that either."
"All right then," swwwwwiiissssh slllaaatttt.  The boys
bottom looked like a tan and red plaid.  Stripes were
crisscrossing everywhere.  He was crying profusely and was
lowered from the board.  Glenn, who had recovered somewhat,
helped Scott walk over to the area where they were standing.

"Okay big shot, you're up."  Natalie had begun to distain
the smart ass Simon when she first met him.  She felt he was
showing the adults one side of him, but a more devious side
came out when there weren't adults around.  She didn't trust
him and that little argument about getting his ass busted
pissed her off.  "Let's go, Simon, we don't have all day.
Look there Andrea.  He's got a big peepee and it's bigger
around than the other boys.  Lots of meat to sink those
teeth in now."  It was apparent that Simon was on the verge
of puberty.  His balls were hanging looser and his penis was
getting more girth, but still no hair.

As he was secured to the board, Andrea noted, "Hey Mom, his
peepee barely makes it through the hole.  When Scotty gets
big we might have to make the hole bigger."

"Just clamp it."  Julie had left her post rubbing Chris'
penis long enough to go to the back of the board to stretch
Simon's long enough for her friend to get the clamp on.  As
Andrea purposely released the clamp quickly it snapped down
on the boy's penis.  It hurt like hell, but Simon was
belligerent and he wouldn't give these wackos the
satisfaction of showing his pain.

Once secured, Mrs. Andrews said, "Chad give him six and then
give me the cane.  I'm going to give him six of my own for
his antics earlier this afternoon.  Go ahead and let him
have it.  And, Chad, remember if they aren't good ones
you're going on the board after he's done."

Simon was a good six inches taller than the other boys.  His
body had begun to bulk up so his backside was a larger
target which made it easier to center on the mark.
Swiiiisssh, spllllaaaaatttt a stripe appeared.  Simon
gritted his teeth.  He'd stick out the pain without crying.
Swwwwiiiisssshhhh sllllaaaattt.  Another stripe another
round of gritted teeth but no tears and no screaming.  He
hadn't even pulled the clamp.  Swwwiiiishhhh,
slllllaaaatttt.  Another welt.  But still no crying or
screams.  For the entire six lashes he showed no indication
of anything but bearable pain.  Having finished all six,
Chad handed the cane to Mrs. Andrews.  She took her place
and began thrashing.  It was evident from her first she had
a lot of experience.  By the time she applied the third, one
of the stripes on the boy's white ass was bleeding.  That
didn't stop her and it led to his breaking.  Tears swelled
up and he began to cry.  He was screaming at Mrs. Andrews
with "I hate you."  "I'm glad you aren't my mother."  "I'm
leaving here, and I'm never coming  back."  But no pleading
for her to stop.  Wouldn't have mattered anyway, Natalie
believed in the full sentence.  He'd get all six.

On the fourth, he was writhing and moving, but not pulling
his penis.  His face was red and he was still shouting
threats and hateful words, but nothing vulgar.  Perhaps he'd
learned having watched Scott's ordeal.  On the fifth he
began begging for Natalie to stop.  After eleven lashes he
was hurting.  The final lash was administered and he
obviously was relieved it was over.  Andrea went to get the
clamp. "No Andrea, let's leave him on the board for awhile
until he decides he's not going anywhere unless I tell him
to."

"I'll stay.  Please take me off the board.  I won't go
anywhere." Simon pleaded.

"No, we'll let to stay on the board with that peepee pinched
good and hard for another half hour and then I'll consider
whether to release you or not."  The woman was ruthless.
"Okay the rest of you go and get ready for dinner.  Boys
you're nude for the duration.  Remember to keep those legs
spread when you sit, if you can sit.  Girls I want you to
make sure the boys penises are rubbed every half hour.  Just
pick one and rub him, okay?"

"Yes, Mrs. Andrews.  Can we give them their baths?"

"Why of course."


The Family Dinner

Because the dining table would only accommodate ten, a card
table was set up for Andrea and her friends. The remaining
Andrews, Rita, Chad and the boys were set at the table. The
chairs for the boys were covered with towels to avoid
staining.

"Looks like the boys lost something," Mr. Andrews joked.
"Boy Rita that Chad is really going to make some woman happy
with that penis of his isn't he?"

"He already is making girls happy, Daddy.  My friends and I
like to play with his cause it's long.  You should see it
when it's hard.  Man, it's real long."  Andrea shared her
observations.

Mr. Andrews laughed at his daughter's remark.  "I'm glad you
girls have it to play with.  Enjoy!"  Rita was somewhat
embarrassed that her son was the topic of conversation, but
she was also proud he was hung as well as he was long dick
and tight little ball sack but some day the balls would fall
too.

"What happened to you boys anyway?  Is plaid the uniform of
the day?"  The paternal authority asked with a chuckle in
obvious reference to their stripped rear ends.

"No dear, they hurt Chad, so I arranged for him to return
the favor.  He did a pretty good job of it too."

"Really, what happened Chad?" Rita asked.

"Mom, I don't want to talk about it.  Nothing, okay.  It's
over with.  They didn't hurt me that badly.  I mean I hurt
them worse.  I really didn't want to, but Mrs. Andrews told
me I had to."
"Chad, I thought I was doing you a favor.  You know letting
you get even with them."

"Well, now they'll hate me."

"No they won't."  

"Yes, Dear, they will not be happy with him.  They probably
think he squealed on them."

"But I didn't.  I didn't say a word.  Mrs. Andrews figured
it out all by herself.  Really."  He glanced at the boys who
were taking the conversation all in.

"Yes, when I see a boy with stripes on his penis and
backside and a red and swollen glans and anus, I can figure
something isn't right."

"Oh my God, Chad are you all right?"  Rita dropped her fork
and showed a delayed concern.

"Yeah, Mom.  They didn't hurt me bad.  They were just
initiating me to the group.  When they were doing some of
it, it hurt, but I'm fine now.  Actually, I'm finer right
now than they are.  Look their wieners are red and swollen
and their butts are striped.   My marks are already
healing."

"Oh, I see, you used the penis clamps.  How'd they work?"
Mr. Andrews lifted the cloth to examine the boys' penises.

"Great.  There wasn't a whole lot of movement while they
were caned.  That's for sure." Jessica was quick to respond
to the question which was originally directed to her mother.

"Well, sounds like everything has been taken care of."  Mr.
Andrews returned to his dinner.

"The boys will be nude 24/7 until they go home.  Simon over
there is going to spend the week with us.  The girls will be
able to examine a bigger boy for the week.  All five are now
slaves to the little ones and Jessica.  We'll see how that
works out.  After dinner I'm going to call Chris and Glenn's
parents to discuss the days events.  Hopefully, they'll have
to say for the week too so the girls can each have a 'pet'.
Rita, after dinner we adjourn to the living room to watch a
movie, each of the females fondle the boy's penises while
they watch.  You can do Chad if you want.  Sometimes,
Richard Mr. Andrews fondles Scott's it's a kind of bonding
thing.  It makes the boys feel good and the fondler enjoys
the sensation too.  Can we count on you?"

"Well, yes, that'd be nice.  I haven't rub his little thing
since he was a toddler.  I'd kinda like that.  I'll do
Chad."

"Honey, do you want to rub Scotty tonight?" Natalie asked
her husband.

"No, I have some things to clear up in the office. I'll give
him his bath."

"Sorry, Dear, I've already promised that to your daughter's
friends."

"Scotty, I'll rub your penis and testicles tomorrow night.
Is that okay or do you want me to rub you when you go to bed
tonight?"

"It's okay Dad.  You can do me tomorrow."

"I want to do Scott," Jessica announced.

"No, Jessica, I'm mad at you."

"All the better Scott, maybe you two can make up.  She'll
make you feel better.  You know she will." His mother
teased.  "You will let your older sister rub your boy parts
tonight no more argument.  The little girls will have to
split Simon, Chris and Glenn amongst them."

"I have dibs on Simon," Andrea yelled.

"No, honey that's rude, you don't have dibs from your
friends.  You all can share the boys."

Dessert was served strawberry shortcake with plenty of
whipped cream.  "I have an idea for the left over whipped
cream and you little girls.  You boys are going to really
like it if your little wands have stopped throbbing. We'll
see all of you in the living room in fifteen minutes.
Remember boys never cover."

To be continued