A Little Foreign Culture Comes to New York - Part 4
By Sir Cum Sizemore
copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
explicit  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
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"I want to take my kids on a field trip to the oceanography
center out on the Island.  They can touch dolphins and pet
other marine wildlife and they can swim too," Mr. Rothberg
announced during lunch.

"Okay, we need field trip permissions and when you get
there, at the entrance gate I want you to line the boys up
and have the girls relieve them of their lederhosen.  Use a
marker to write their names on their backs in case they get
lost. Or if you would rather, take some of those name tags
we have on a string and loop them around their penises."
Corrine had no problem with his request, but wanted to make
sure the 'housekeeping' for such an outing was taken care
of.

"Oh good, you want the boys nude for the field trip.  I love
watching them blush when they have to be naked in public
places. You know, Corrine, if they're naked, they won't need
the name tags.  Who else will be naked there except our
boys?" Rothberg tried to reason.  

"Tag them anyway and if any of them is out of line I want
you to use a cane on them right there in front of all
bystanders.  I want you to really tear them up.  They have
to learn they represent the school and here we don't put up
with misbehavior."

"It'll be my pleasure. Maybe we should just take them nude,
it'd be less clothing to keep up with?" Again Rothberg tried
to simplify the whole trip.

"No, watching them have to strip is arousing and I think the
public should share in the rush of it all," Corrine replied
as Mrs. Zimmerman nodded her agreement.

"Okay.  Maybe we can make them do a little dance as they
disrobe," Mr. Rothberg chided the two.

"Whatever you want. They're your kids while you've got
them." Corrine was getting a little snippy with his comments
and was not in the mood for humor.


That Same Afternoon at the Chamblee's

"Here Eva, the teacher told me to give this to my parent.
Guess you should read it first and then talk to Mom or Dad.
It's about going someplace."  Standing before his Nanny in
his birthday suit, Steven handed her the note.  "What does
it say?"

"It says, 'Dear Parents, Our second and third grade class
will be going on a field trip to the Oceanography Center on
Long Island next Friday.  Boys are to report to school in
their lederhosen for the trip to the Center.  The boys will
tour the Center nude.  Following the tour they will return
to the beach adjacent to the Center for lunch and swimming.
They will  spend the rest of the day naked at the beach.
Girls will report to school in uniform and bring their
swimming attire to change into for swimming. Any parent who
wishes to chaperone please contact me by Monday.  Thank you
for your consideration in this matter.  Mr. Rothberg.'

"Well, I just might want to help on this one.  I've never
been to the Oceanography Center," Eva finished.

Steven bounded to the refrigerator and removed a milk jug.
As he poured the milk Eva playfully slapped his bare bottom
causing him to almost spill the milk.

"Steven after you have a snack you need to go down to Mrs.
Johnson's apartment.  Her granddaughter is coming to visit
this weekend.  She's your age and Mrs. Johnson wants you to
play with her.  She also wants to take a look at that penis
ring you've got.  I'm sure her granddaughter will want to
look at it too and probably more."

"Aw, Eva, don't make me go down there naked.  Can't I wear
my lederhosen or some shorts or something?  If I go down
there naked her granddaughter is going to want to play with
my wiener and you know it.  It's embarrassing for people to
play with it. Besides, Mrs. Johnson likes to kiss me and she
has old lady breath.  I hate that. Can't you send Jack
instead?  His wiener is longer than mine and she would
really like it better.  Or send Jeff he likes people pulling
on his penis."  Jeff sat on a stool at the kitchen island
and nodded affirmatively at that remark as he took a bite of
a peanut butter sandwich.

"Steven, that ring has you even more self-conscious doesn't
it?  You are even more embarrassed to be naked and have that
ring in your penis.  Aren't you?"  Eva tried her hand at
analysis.

"I don't like being naked in front of other people, period."

"All the more reason you should go.  Little boy's shouldn't
be so modest.  You have a good looking body and it's fun to
play with.  This little girl probably hasn't ever seen a
naked boy before.  You may be her first.  And, besides, you
don't seem to be too shy around Ula or me anymore.  Maybe,
the more people who see you and feel you will make you less
shy about being naked.  You know you're going to be naked in
public and at home for many more years, maybe being naked at
times like this will help you be more comfortable."

"I don't want to be her first.  I don't want to be her last.
I don't want her to look at me or touch me. I'll never like
being naked in front of people.  If you said I could put on
my clothes right now, I'd do it fast.  I really don't like
having to be naked in front of you or Ula or Mom or Dad or
Jack or Jeff.  I'm just used to it, I don't like it.  And as
far as Mrs. Johnson or her granddaughter, I want to stay
home."

"That's too bad you're going and I will use the cane on you
if you don't get your attitude shaped up.  Where's that
leader.  I think you need to clip it on the ring so we can
jerk you into submission a little bit."  Retrieving a foot
long lanyard from the counter she clipped it on the ring
encircling the boy's glans and jerked it sharply stretching
his penis half again its normal size.  Steven gritted his
teeth and began to cry in fright.  It was evident Eva was
again becoming perturbed by Steven's mouth.  "Ula, Ula,
where are you?"

"I'm here Momma.  What do you need?"

"Ula, get me the canes.  Bring both the one for his bottom
and the one for his penis.  I think Steven's dangerously
close to needing some straightening out."

Returning to the kitchen the girl placed the reeds on the
top of the kitchen island in front or her mother.  Steven
got the message and calmed down.  Slapping the top of the
counter with the penis cane Eva challenged him.  "Now, are
there any other complaints you think you need to bring up?"

Coyly Steven moved his head back and forth without verbal
comment.

"Okay, then let's go visit Mrs. Johnson.  By the way, you've
earned a whole weekend down there. I was only going to ask
you to be there this afternoon and this evening.  But now
I'm offering her the full weekend."

The two took the elevator to Mrs. Johnson's apartment two
floors below.  

"Oh, hello, Eva.  And hello, Steven.  I see you brought him
naked."

"Yes, that's his attire most of the time lately."

"Well, I've seen the three of them on the elevator and
around the building nude.  I'm glad to see he'll be nude
while he visits us this afternoon. I'm not sure Carla has
ever seen a naked boy of her own age.  It'll be an
education."

"Mrs. Johnson, you said your granddaughter will be here for
the weekend.  I think it would be good if we just had Steven
spend the whole weekend with you."

"That would be wonderful."

"Now here are some rules.  You or your granddaughter may
touch any part of him any time.  That includes his penis,
testicles and anus.  He may never cover his penis with his
hand or anything else no matter who is present or where you
are.  When he sits make sure his legs are spread so you can
always view his boyhood.  Should you go somewhere he will
accompany you naked.  If you plan to go out to eat, he will
have to wear these lederhosen, but only during his time at
the restaurant. He must remove them as soon as he leaves."

"What about museums and the park."

"He can be nude during those visits.  Again, his boy parts
are public property during those times too.  Anyone who
wishes can touch or photograph him."

"Now after his bath, you or your granddaughter need to
insert your finger into his anus and make sure he's clean.
Otherwise your furniture or carpet may be in jeopardy of
getting soiled.  Check him as often as you need to. You or
Carla may also make him fondle himself in front of you for
as long as you want."  She continued as she showed the
lanyard to the elderly neighbor, "This leader can be
attached to his penis ring like so."  She attached it to his
penis ring.  "When you need to keep him on a leash just use
this tether.  If he's acting inappropriately just give it a
tug."  She demonstrated by firmly yanking the tether and
stretching his now erect penis even further to the obvious
delight of the older lady. "If he is way out of line use a
belt on him, or, if you prefer use the lanyard to whip his
penis.  Either way make sure it hurts him before you stop."

"Oh, Eva, I'm sure he'll be good while he's with me.  He's
such a nice little boy."

"Well, Mrs. Johnson, he's been having an attitude lately.
That's how he got the penis ring."  It was evident this line
of discussion was embarrassing Steven even further.  He
tried to change subject.

"So when's this girl coming here?"

As if she didn't hear the boy's question the septuagenarian
ordered, "Come here Steven.  I want to examine that ring of
yours."

With that the old lady reached down and moved the ring up
and down while cradling his scrotum in her wrinkled hand.
She kissed him on the cheek, and, yep, the old lady breath
was still an issue.  Steven's face showed his dislike of the
smell.  Mrs. Johnson was oblivious to the facial expression,
but Eva was not.  Swiftly a hand slapped his bare bottom
very audibly, leaving a pink handprint and Steven jumped six
inches off the floor.  Looking at the Nanny it was apparent
he got her message.

"Just look at him.  He's beautiful.  There isn't a tan line
visible on his body.  Those brown little butt cheeks and
even his peepee and his sack are tanned.  He's very
beautiful."  Following her commentary on Steven's aesthetic
appeal she gestured with her arm toward the apartment,
"Well, come in Steven.  Carla should be here very soon and
what a surprise you will be."

With that Steven entered the old lady's apartment and Eva
returned to the Chamblee residence two floors above.

Taking a seat, Mrs. Johnson summoned Steven to stand in
front of her and she began rolling his glans between her
thumb and index finger gently squeezing the head of his
erect penis.  Steven had learned over the previous months
and at school to stand compliantly for such examinations as
not doing so often resulted in painful consequences.
Unexpectedly, Mrs. Johnson leaned forward and kissed the
boy's penis right on the hole in the tip. "Oh this is such a
cute little peepee.  I think we're going to have some fun
this weekend."

Momentarily there was a buzz from downstairs.  Mrs. Johnson
went to the intercom by her door and spoke.  A little girl's
voice announced, "Hi, Grandma, it's me Carla.  Let us in."
Mrs. Johnson buzzed the door to allow them entrance.  Three
or four minutes later an eight year old girl and her thirty
something mother were coming through the door.  Steven who
was still sitting in the kitchen heard Mrs. Johnson say,
"Carla, I have a surprise for you."

"What, Grandma?"

"Steven come in here." Somewhat timidly the nude little boy
walked into the living room. Carla's mother responded, "Oh
my God, Mom, where'd you find him?  He's beautiful."  
Carla was quick to notice the obvious.  "Grandma, he's
naked."

"Yes, Honey, and he'll be naked all weekend.  He's yours to
play with. You can examine him anyway you want to.  You can
touch any part you want to."

"What's that ring on his thingy?" asked the ever inquisitive
child.

"That's a penis ring.  Even I've never seen or heard of
such, but his parents and his Nanny were having some
problems with his bad attitude, so they had his penis
pierced and the ring put in to help lead him around. Here,
let me show you."  The old lady took the leader and called
Steven to stand in front of the female trio.  She snapped
the leader on to the ring and firmly yanked it causing
Steven to grimace.  "You see.  He doesn't like people to
pull on it.  So to avoid it he has to behave."

"Geeezzz, I need one of those for your father, Carla."

The threesome laughed at the close ended humor.

Then the little girl's mother reached down and felt the rock
hard penis.  "Quite a woody you've got there, Sport.  Here
Carla feel his penis, he's got an erection.  It's very hard
right now and probably a fun time to play with it."

Timidly the little girl stuck out one finger and quickly
touched Steven's boyhood.  Just as quickly she withdrew it.  

"No, Carla, grab that thing.  It won't bite you.  Here feel
his little sack.  There are two little marbles inside, see
if you can find them."

Again, the little girl reached down and mimicked her mother
gently squeezing Steven's scrotum.  He was humiliated.  This
was something he would never get used to and it certainly
was less than enjoyable.  He was completely at this other
kid's mercy.

"Now feel his little rod again.  This time squeeze it.
Pinch the tip.  See that hole that's where boy's pee comes
out.  When he grows up other stuff will come out there too.
Go ahead, you can rub it.  He'd feel better if you rubbed
it.  Wouldn't you, Steven?"

Fearing to be truthful and tell them he didn't like being
manhandled by everyone and their grandmother (literally) he
chose to give the answer the woman was seeking, "I guess
so."

"Why don't you two stay here and Carla you can feel him up.
Mom you and I need to talk about something else in the
kitchen.  Steven, lie down on your back and let her play
with you."

Compliantly the boy stretched out spread eagle on the floor
in front of the television.  Sitting cross legged off to his
side, the no longer timid, Carla began to fondle his boy
parts in earnest.  The two adults retreated to the kitchen.

Carla became humored at smacking Steven's hard-on to and fro
with her hand.  She'd slap it to the left and then to the
right.  She seemed amused that it always self-righted to the
center.  She squeezed his glans and tried to insert her
pinky finger in the urethra.  Her fingernail scraped the
opening and Steven yelled out in pain.  Peeking around the
corner Carla's mother asked what made him yell.  When she
was told, she instructed her daughter to be careful of her
fingernails when doing things like that suggesting the
eraser end of a pencil might serve her better.


Steven and Carla Get an Education

"Well, Mom, I'll pick her up Sunday evening." Bending down
the mother kissed the child on her cheek and then grabbed
Steven's penis and playfully rolled it between her fingers
as she finished, "You be a good little girl for Grandma and
make Steven feel good by playing with his cute little body,
okay?"

"I'll be good Mom.  I'm going to pretend I'm a doctor and
will examine him right after you leave.  He doesn't have a
hole like girls do, so I don't know what else to examine."

"Oh, you can pretend and use his little butt hole to put
your fingers in.  You'll think of something."

"You mean I can put my fingers inside his butt?"

"As often as you want to, Baby.  Grandma will help you find
other things to put in there if you want to.  Just ask her."

Mrs. Johnson caressed her granddaughter's head and nodded in
agreement as that line was offered.  "We will have some fun
with Steven this weekend, Carla.  We can get started as soon
as your mother leaves."

Taking the hint, the doting mother departed.

"Okay, kids, let's have a snack.  But, first, Carla, I'd
like you to try a new kind of snack.  Put Steven's peepee in
your mouth and pretend it's a straw in a thick milk shake
and suck real hard.  You'll make him feel good, and I bet
you've never tasted a little boy's penis, have you?"

"Grandma, what if he pees in my mouth?  I don't want to put
his peepee in my mouth."

"Carly, he won't pee in your mouth.  If he does, we'll beat
his little penis with a whip until its black and blue.  And,
I'll let you do the whipping.  He won't pee in your mouth."
At that, Mrs. Johnson took the erect phallus in her hand and
offered to her granddaughter.  Slowly, the little girl
dropped to her knees and facing the first boy part she could
ever remember seeing, she opened her mouth half way.  "Go
on, put it in your mouth."  The little girl moved her head
forward slowly engulfing the glans of Steven's penis.  "See?
It's not so bad.  Go ahead and feel it with your tongue.
Lightly, bite down on it with your teeth.  It's kind of
rubbery isn't it?"  Steven was not enjoying the feel of the
little girl's teeth on his engorged head, but tolerated it
for fear of not doing so.  "Carly, now put all of it in you
mouth.  You'll feel the rubbery part going toward your
throat.  If he moves out, bite him hard."  Hearing this
instruction, Steven opted to stand perfectly still as he
felt his penis being fully engulfed.  "Okay, Baby, close
your lips around it and pretend it's a straw like I told
you, and suck really hard until I tell you to stop." The
feeling of the vacuum of the little girl's lips closing and
the suction felt incredibly good to the young boy.  He
forgot the fact that his boyhood was now being sucked by a
complete stranger and a girl at that. "Carly, use your
fingers and play with his bag, while you suck." Taking her
granddaughter's fingers she placed them on Steven's tight
little boy scrotum. The girl began feeling and pressing on
the contents as she continued to pleasure him.  Suddenly,
Steven broke into his orgasmic dance - shivering, he pulled
the girl's head tighter against his groin, rising to his
tiptoes, and distantly gazing beyond the other child's head.
Mrs. Johnson was delighted with the outcome and clapped and
smiled.  Carla was worried she had done something terribly
wrong to Steven. Steven lost his inhibition with the heavy
breathing and ecstasy of the moment.

"Now Carla, I want you to move your mouth out to where you
feel the ring at your lips."  The child still with Steven's
penis enclosed in her mouth  moved backward until she felt
the hardness of the gold ring, "Now bite down hard."
Compliantly, the little girl bit down causing a suddenly
painful result causing Steven to completely forget the
pleasure he'd felt only a moment before. Screaming out in
pain he pushed the little girl's head off his boyhood
exposing a still erect penis with two white bite impressions
on the shaft and most certainly two on the underside.  "We
don't want Steven to think such pleasures come without a
price, do we now?"

Carla had a thoroughly confused expression on her face.
Steven held his penis in hand examining the now red marks
left where the impressions were only moments before.  His
little penis was rapidly becoming flaccid.

"Now, both of you, out to the kitchen for a food snack,"
slapping one clothed bottom and one naked one with a playful
but directive intensity she ushered the children to the
kitchen. "After we eat we can walk Steven in Central Park."

Following lunch, Mrs. Johnson attached the long leader to
Steven's penis ring and said, "Okay, let's go to the Park.
Steven, I trust you won't stray far." With that she gave a
slight tug on the leader resulting in his penis being
flipped upward slightly - hardly enough to notice.

"Oh, Grandma, let me pull the leash thing.  I can make sure
he keeps up with us."  

"Okay, Carly, but don't be afraid to tug on it if you need
to."  The older woman handed the leader over to her
granddaughter who immediately tugged hard enough to stretch
Steven's penis to half again its normal length.  He cried
out with a sudden expletive, "Shit."

"Steven if you ever use that language again I will wash your
mouth out with soap.  Do you understand me?" the elderly
lady asked.  Steven nodded knowing Eva would have done the
same thing if she'd heard him.  Carly was intrigued with the
idea she might watch something like that transpire and had
decided to tug often to try to elicit another inappropriate
verbal response.

On their walk through the Park, many passersby took the
usual digital images of "the naked kid on the leash".  Often
preceded by one or another onlooker yelling, "Hey, look at
that naked kid.  His little pecker has a ring on it."

As a small crowd gathered to watch this little girl walking
what appeared to be her nude brother, they began calling
suggestions like, "Hey little girl, pull that sucker hard.
I mean yank it hard!" or "Unhook him so he can run around
and let his little woody bounce around."

Mrs. Johnson was so impressed with the attention, she
instructed Carly to "unhook him and then suck him again,
like you did up at the apartment and don't forget the bite."
Frankly, young Carla wanted to watch him dance like he did
when she did that to him.  She likened it to playing with a
balloon, only instead of blowing she sucked and he "flew
around" during his orgasm.  Now, somewhat more assured he
wasn't going to pee in her mouth the little girl immediately
followed her grandmother's advice.

As she put the penis in her mouth, male voices from within
the onlookers were heard to say, "Oh my God.  Hey, kid when
you're done with him, do me."  Carla was oblivious as to why
the grown men would say such a thing so she ignored the
remarks.  Mrs. Johnson also ignored it.  Soon Steven was on
his toes and breathing heavy with that distant gaze which
ultimately led to his orgasmic shaking and thrusting of his
hips.  Following that action, Carla chomped down on his
penis, still thinking that was a part of the process.  As
Steven shrieked in pain, the teasing onlookers were heard to
say, "Ooooo, ouch, forget it kid.  That kid is vicious."  

Steven was embarrassed by the remarks of the crowd and the
four little indentures in his shaft added to his
humiliation.  It was as if all of the on lookers were
laughing at him.

"Let's go kids, we have places to visit and thing to do.
Enough of the showing off."  Mrs. J was growing impatient
with the smart ass crowd. Snapping the leader back on
Steven's boyhood, she gently tugged him down the sidewalk.
As they walked cameras were clicking right and left.  A few
stops were made to pose Steven for the photographers who
were requesting things like candids of him climbing on the
playground equipment.

The following day, several of Carla's friends from school
came to visit.  They opened a "hospital" and each of the
girls took turns "examining the sick little boy".  Of
course, his penis was by all accounts the most hurt part of
his body as it received most of the examination time.  Then
Mrs. Johnson suggested he might need to be cleaned out for
an "operation" and she introduced the kids to an enema bag.
Even Steven hadn't ever seen one of these.  

Making Steven lie down and pull his legs up toward his head,
Mrs. Johnson instructed the little girls in the process of
inserting the hose and flushing his intestinal tract with
warm soapy water.  Steven had never before felt the
discomfort of the bloating this caused and was somewhat
embarrassed to try to make it to the toilet to "empty" into
the toilet.  To make matters worse Mrs. Johnson threatened
to beat his penis with one of the lanyards if he leaked any
before reaching the commode.

Needless to say, the first couple of times he didn't leak.
His concentration was on making the bathroom quickly.  Not
so much to avoid the penis beating, but to avoid the
embarrassment of leaking the contents in front of the eight,
nine and ten year old audience of little girls.  On his
fourth trip, he was getting tired and one of the girls
grabbed his penis as he tried to make the toilet.  His
stretched penis was enough to divert his attention and the
contents of his bowels ran down both legs onto the floor.
Thankfully, he was clean and the mess amounted to only soapy
water, but Mrs. Johnson wasn't pleased.

"Steven, come here."

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Johnson, but Jill pulled my wiener when I
was trying to get to the toilet.  I didn't mean to make the
mess."

"I said, come here." The older woman was holding the foot
long lanyard.

"Jill I want you to play with his little peepee until it is
hard.  You made him empty on the floor, now you will need to
play with him and after he gets hard, you will whip his
little pecker with this lanyard."

"Gee, if I knew I could have whipped his peepee, I'd of made
him empty too," whined Carla.

"Yeah, me too!" one of the other girls chimed in.

"Jill, after you've beaten his penis, you will have to clean
up the mess."

"Oh, well, I guess I'm glad I didn't make him empty," Carla
responded.  "But, you know, it might have been worth it.
Just clean up the mess and get to whip his wiener.  Hmmm,
maybe it would have been worth it."

Jill worked earnestly on Steven's penis, but he was
concerned with the impending whipping and his little phallus
wasn't responding to the touching and rubbing.  It was
evident a hard-on was going to take some work and Jill was
inexperienced.

"Carla, go over and lick his little ball sack.  Suck his
sack into your mouth and see if that'll work.  If he does
get hard from your sucking, I'll let you whip him instead."

That was all Carla needed to hear.  She began licking and
sucking his penis and sack vigorously.  

"Carla, stick your fingers up his butt.  Just press on the
hole until it lets you in," Mrs. Johnson coached.  Carla
eagerly complied as the other girls present stood watching
wide eyed at the variety of treatments their friend was
putting on this little boy.  Sure enough the boy's wiener
responded slowly bending and winding until it stood pointing
straight out from his body.

At that point, Mrs. J handed her granddaughter the lanyard
and then took Steven by the wrists pinning his arms behind
his back.  She thrust her knee into the small of the boy's
back which made his boy toy more prominent.  "Go ahead,
Honey, whip it with that lanyard."

Giggling the little girl wound up, thrusting the lanyard
over her head and then, wisssshhh it slapped Steven's shaft
wrapping itself around it temporarily.  The pain was sharp
and Steven screamed for her not to do it again.  Then
wissshhhh again the lanyard hit leaving a white stripe that
eventually turned pink.  The little penis bounced vigorously
up and down with the contact.  Wiisssshhh this time the
lanyard caught the glans just above the entry point of the
ring.  Again, the little boy part bounced up and down.
Wiissshhh, Carla was aiming for the head for some reason as
the lanyard got caught on the ring.  Withdrawing rapidly it
pulled his penis head violently causing a scream not just of
pain but of fear she would pull the head clean off.  

"Oh, sorry." She said as she raised the lanyard again.
Wwwiiiissshhh she again hit the tip.  At this point, Steven
was crying loudly and the little girls watching the ordeal
concealed their giggles with their hands.  

"One more, Carly and then we can stop," Mrs. Johnson
coached.

Wiiissssshhh the thin leather strap hit the penis near the
base and again wrapped itself around two or three times.
This time, however, in a rare show of sympathy, Carla
unwrapped it with her hands rather than yanking it loose.

The remainder of the weekend was non-stop sex play from the
little girls.  They were pulling, rubbing, squeezing his
penis and testicles.  They were putting Lincoln Logs,
carrots, and fingers in his anus.  They were slapping his
hard-ons.  And the worst part was there was very little
sleep that night, especially for Steven.


The Field Trip

"Boys and girls we will be going to the Oceanography Center
tomorrow.  Boys you are to wear your lederhosen." Turning
toward the boys whose parents forced nudity, Mr. Rothberg
said, "All of you." This brought smiles to the faces of the
boys who were made to stay continually nude.  At least they
would get some 'normal' dressed time.  They assumed
mistakenly they would wear the lederhosen all day.  "Girls,
you are to wear a school uniform and bring bathing suits for
the afternoon session."

A hand went up, "Yes, John, what can I do for you?"

"Mr. Rothberg, shouldn't the boys bring a bathing suit too?"

"No, Mr. Anderson, you and the other boys will be swimming
nude."

"But, won't there be other people there?"

"Well, yes, but you will still be expected to swim naked."

"What if our parents don't have us on the naked time like
those boys over there?"

"Well, John, you are at a school that believes naked time
can be ordered by the teacher.  Your parents know that, and
we've decided you will be naked, so deal with it."

With this announcement the smiles on the boys' faces faded
just as quickly as they had come.  But at least they'd wear
their lederhosen during the visit to the Oceanography
Center.  At least, so they thought.

The following morning, Eva drove the kids to school.  She
was going to help chaperone the field trip with Steven's
class.  As she and Steven rounded the corner, John was
standing with his mother in the door way with Mr. Rothberg.
She was saying, "John is really upset that he will be naked
in public.  He doesn't like showing his little boy parts to
others.  Can an exception be made so we can slowly introduce
him to public nudity?"

"No, Mrs. Anderson, all boys will be nude today.  I'm sorry
you are having some problems dealing with that, but its
school policy."

"Mr. Rothberg, I hardly feel allowing him some modicum of
modesty today would be out of the question."

"I guess I don't understand.  Didn't Johnny swim nude at the
swim meet at St. Stanislaus?  That was rather public."

"He did but he pitched a fit with me after it was over.  He
didn't like being naked in front of all those people."

"Well, Mrs. Anderson, from my perspective it's time you quit
trying to help him get his way.  He will be nude on the
field trip or he won't be going.  If he doesn't come, we
will make him strip and stay naked at school for the next
week.  Little boys don't need so much modesty.  You're
making him too guarded about his body and this can be a
problem later."

"Don't threaten me, Mr. Rothberg.  I don't like it."

"Well, Mrs. Anderson, I've given you an ultimatum.  If you
don't like that, you can take it to Mrs. Blaylock."

With that Eva spoke up, "Mrs. Anderson, little boys' penises
were made to be looked at and enjoyed by everyone.  When we
started this school we told you one of the premises was that
little boys needed to be on display and not allowed any
modesty.  How could you have missed it?"

"Who are you to even get involved in this conversation?"

"The mother of these three boys, who employs me as their
nanny, is a board member here at the school.  All three boys
are naked all the time.  Here and at home.  They are
developing much stronger and healthier character as a
result.  It sounds to me like little Johnny there has you
wrapped around his finger.  He doesn't need a friend, Mrs.
Anderson, he needs a mother - a dominant mother.  If you get
in the way with this, I'm going to have to recommend that
Mrs. Blaylock consider dismissing him from our program."

"Well, I'm just not happy with this.  I think for the money
we pay, you people should honor our wishes."

"We aren't in this for your wishes.  We're in this for the
betterment of our children and when your wishes are in the
way, we have to stand up and be counted."

"I'll just take him in my car and he can stay with me."

"Well, not with our group you won't.  If you do that, don't
bring him to school here again," a familiar and dominant
female voice was heard approaching the gathering.  Corrine
was within ear shot of the final remarks and she was not
cheerful.

"Consider this his last day."

"That will be fine, stop by the office and sign him out.  We
have several little ones waiting for his seat."  The irate
mother left the group.  "Let me make it clear, our boys will
always show themselves, wherever they are, whenever we
decide they should.  If they aren't on board with that, let
them try the public schools."

That foray out of the way, the children boarded the bus with
Eva and the mother of Elise, one of the two little girls in
the class, helping chaperone the visit.  The boys were still
unaware they'd be stripping at the Center's entrance.  Mr.
Rothberg had decided on the penis tags rather than marking
their backs.  He'd make sure they were tied securely to the
cleft behind the glans to prevent the boys from losing them.


An Hour and a Half Later

"Oh, wow, there it is.  Look Steven, the Ocean Center.  Look
at the big whale statue out in front.  Whoa," Jimmy
Sylvester commented.

The bus stopped at the front of the Center.  The driver
delayed opening the door as Mr. Rothberg gave instructions.
"Children, as you leave the bus, I want the boys to line up
in front of the whale statue in a single line.  Girls you
line up opposite them facing them."  There were only two
girls in the class so that would make the process somewhat
slower, but there were some alternatives.

"Okay, boys look at me.  I want you to take off your
lederhosen right now and the girls will collect them."  A
hand went up, "Yes, Jimmy?"

"We'll be naked if we take these off.  We aren't allowed to
wear underpants."

"Makes sense to me, Jimmy.  If you aren't wearing
underpants, then you will be naked when you take off the
lederhosen."

"There are a lot of people walking around here."

"That's true, too, Jimmy."

"Well, they'll see our wieners and stuff."

"Yes, they will.  It's their lucky day. Now, take off the
lederhosen."

Slowly, the boys unbuttoned the suspenders and allowed their
shorts to drop to the ground.  Their giggling female
classmates ran over and began picking them up.
Occasionally, they reached up to tweak a penis or testicles
as they did.

"Girls, take these tags and tie them on the boys' penises
right behind the glans.  You know the head.  Tie them kinda
tight, we don't want them to lose them.  Make sure you put
the right one on the right boy."  Rothberg then asked the
chaperones to supervise the labeling activity.

The girl attaching Steven's made use of the ring to secure
the tag.  This was somewhat better than the screaming he
heard from his fellow male classmates as the girls tightened
down the thin string on their penises.

In they went.

"Oh, look Henry, look at those little boys.  Isn't than
precious?  Look at that one he's got a hoop through his
little weewee." One of the other visitors was noting their
situation.  "Don't you just want to pinch the fire out of
those bare behinds?"

"No, Gladys, I don't.  Let's just keep walking."

Eva overhearing the conversation approached the couple.
"You can pinch any behind you want to, Ma'am. You can pinch
any little boy parts you want to, too."

"Oh, Henry, let me pinch that little one with the ring in
his dicky."

"Steven, come over here," Eva commanded.  Steven approached
with a questioning look on his face.  "Let this lady feel
your penis and she may want to touch your backside too.
Just let her touch whatever she wants."

Grabbing the ring in the boy's penis she shook it to and
fro.  "Isn't this the cutest thing? I've heard of kids
getting all different parts of their bodies pierced, but
their penis?"  Reaching down she rubbed the globes of his
bottom. "Oh, they are so smooth and very firm. I just love
little boys' bottoms."

"Our group is moving on, so Steven will have to go, but if
you should catch up to us or see him somewhere, feel free to
touch whatever."

"Thank you so much.  Before you go can I get a couple of
pictures?"

"Sure but quickly please, we don't want to fall behind."

She had Henry take some pictures of her playing with the
penis ring and one of her patting his buttocks.  When the
photo op was over she slapped his ass cheek hard.  There was
a sharp crack and a red hand print appeared.  "I couldn't
resist."

"Let's go, Steven, we're falling behind."  Holding his ass
the child continued to give the unknown lady a stare that
could kill.  He was pissed off about the slap.

"Why did that lady slap my butt?"

"She thought you had a cute bottom.  She just wanted to hurt
it a little.  She wasn't meaning any harm."

"It hurt, though."

"Stop, Steven you've had worse.  I know, because I've done
much worse to it."

"Yeah, but that's when I'm being bad."

"Okay, okay, that's really enough."

A lady in blue shorts and a white knit shirt that had the
Center's logo on the chest sprang toward the group.  "Oh,
where are their clothes?"

"Our boys are nude most of the time.  We keep them that way
to instill openness toward their bodies."

"Only the boys?"

"Yes, boys are really meant to be displayed."

"Well, shoot I love it.  All those cute little peckers
standing up and saluting.  Well, my name is Pam and I'll be
your guide today.  You little boys might want to keep those
little peepees out of the tanks.  The fish might think
they're worms and bite them."  With that even the nervous
little boys smiled.

"Mr. Rothberg, she thinks our wieners are bait," Jimmy got
it.

As the group entered the doors of the building, Pam began
her lecture.  "On the right you see a large aquarium
containing grouper.  These fish are excellent to eat.  As
you can see they are pretty large and, oh, here comes one to
the glass, boys wiggle your little peters in front of him
maybe it'll interest him enough to swim closer.  Here..."
Grabbing Jimmy she put him up on the rail and took his penis
between her thumb and forefinger wiggling it to attract the
fish. Jimmy not one to be too shy thrust his hips forward as
if to offer his boyhood as a sacrifice.  Pam kept wiggling
it and the fish treaded in place mouth opening and closing
and obviously intrigued by the "worm" it couldn't obtain.

Putting Jimmy back down she said, "He liked it, but so did
I".  Turning to the other boys she continued, "Maybe I can
play with each of your boy parts before the day is over."

The group entered the next area to observe eels.  Following
that they went into a alcove to look at a display of coral
and she discussed the various kinds.

"Where's Jimmy?" Mr. Rothberg asked with an angry tone.  "He
was just here, where did he go?"

No one seemed to have an idea where he might have gone.
"I'll check out by the eels.  Maybe, he didn't follow us
into the alcove." Eva offered.  Momentarily, she returned
and said, "No, he isn't out there either."

Pam pulled the walkie talkie from her holster.  "Susan,
we've got a missing kid.  He's nine, blond good looking
little boy.  He shouldn't be hard to find, he's completely
naked."

There was a click and static followed by, "He's what?"

Pressing the transmit button, Pam reiterated, "He's naked.
The little boys on this field trip are all nude and we have
the rest of them here.  I'm sure they're the only naked kids
at the Center."

Static and the voice on the other end responded, "No doubt."

Again a click and static, "Hey, guys, this is Bill.  I've
found your little exhibitionist.  He's leaving the men's
room in section C.  Something's got him excited, his little
penis is stiff as a rock."

"Oh, nice Bill, I didn't know you were into little boys'
penises," Pam shot back.

"I'm not, but you can't miss it.  It bounces back and forth
as he walks.  Hey, son, come here...."  Then a muffled,
"What's your name?"  A child's voice could be heard
responding, "Jimmy".  Then Bill's voice got louder, "His
name is Jimmy."

"That's him.  We're at the coral exhibit.  Would you bring
him to us?" Pam requested.

"We're on the way."  Three minutes later Bill with his arm
around Jimmy's shoulders entered the alcove.  "Here we are."

Mr. Rothberg thanked Bill as he left. Then he turned angrily
toward Jimmy, "Why did you leave the group?"

"I had to go to the bathroom," the boy replied with a
disrespectful grin.

"Jimmy, why didn't you ask an adult?"

"When ya gotta go, ya gotta go!" He replied with a smirk,
causing two or three of the other children to giggle.

With that Mr. Rothberg grabbed his arm and pulled him over
to the low stage the coral display was standing on, put the
boy over his knee and began spanking his bare bottom. After
two slaps, Jimmy was yelling, "Ouch, owwwweeee, I'll tell
you, I'll tell you next time."  It was obvious his remarks
were not repentant, but were more designed to elicit giggles
and laughter from his peers, so Rothberg continued the
onslaught.  Whaaapppp, whapppp, whaaappp.  The boy's little
bottom began to sting and it was evident his smart remarks
might have gotten laughs, but they also resulted in
antagonizing his antagonist.  As the slaps continued, Pam
began flinching and squinting with each successive loud
crack as the hand hit the boy's cheeks.  Jimmy began to cry
and the pleadings became much more sincere.  "I won't leave
again, please stop, please stop.  I won't make fun of my
spanking anymore.  Pleeeezzzz Mr. Rothberg stop."  The
slapping continued.  When he finally did stop, his palm was
as red as the boy's bottom.  Jimmy began dancing and rubbing
his hot little bottom, tears streaming down his facial
cheeks and moaning "Mmmmuuuummmm, mmmuuuummm...".

"Children, you must not leave the group unless you are with
an adult.  Do you all understand?  And, Jimmy, anymore
trouble from you and I'll send Elise to get the cane from
the bus and we'll welt that little butt of your's real good,
understand?"

Every wide eyed child nodded their head affirmatively.  One
or two of the children were unconsciously holding their own
bottoms as they did so.

"You folks don't tolerate misbehavior, do you?" Pam tried to
break the ice.

"No, we expect the children to mind and be responsible to
any adult or for that matter anyone who is placed in charge
of them." Rothberg engaged her in conversation.

"If they don't they get torn up?"

"He got it more for attitude than leaving the group.  He has
a smart ass streak we need to work on.  You know the class
clown syndrome," Rothberg retorted with conviction tempered
with a little defensiveness.

Pam tried to salvage some positives in the child' defense,
"He's a cute little guy.  Beautiful little body."

Eva added, "Yes, he's a well formed child on the outside,
now we will form him on the inside.  It won't take long, if
he gets his backside warmed up a few times."

"Well, good luck with that," Pam continued.  "And, now let's
go look at sponges.  I'll bet you kids have never seen
sponges that weren't on the kitchen sink, have you?"

It was now Rothberg's intention to recommend to Jimmy's
mother that he be nude from now on.  She had been a hold out
except for where it was required.  She had told Mr. Rothberg
she was somewhat embarrassed to have him naked in public
places like the mall, but now she would have to deal with
the boy's need for humility.  He would recommend to her an
invitational tee-shirt which was available at the school's
bookstore.  Basically, it was a half shirt stopping just
below the child's nipples but across the shirt was printed
"Please Feel Free, Make Me Hard" and an arrow pointed toward
the genitals.

Pam took the group toward the sponge exhibit.  Steven was
lagging  behind.  Seeing this Eva clipped the long penis
leader to his ring and tugged him assertively to get him
moving.  "Ooooowwww, not so hard, Eva.  I'm coming!"  

"Well, Steven, if you talk to me like that you'll be cumming
alright.  Right here in front of the exhibit, we'll have a
little masturbation show.  How would you like that?"

"I'm sorry.  I'll try to keep up."

"You WILL keep up."

Pam picked up the pace, "Children lets go out and pet the
manna rays.  I'll bet you never felt one of those before.
Then we'll see if you can't each touch a dolphin."  The
procession left the confines of the building out into the
bright sunlight and walked past throngs of gawking tourists
who photographed the nude little boys almost continuously.

"Oh, Mitch, get a picture of the one with the little hard
on.  Oh, over here, this one has a ring through his little
dickey.  Look it has a leash on it.  Mitch, Mitch, get a
picture of the one with the leash.  Get a close up of his
little dickey.  People won't believe this.  Make sure you
get some of those tags tied to their dicks.  Look how they
blow around."

Mitch and several others just kept clicking as the children
walked past.  Mr. Rothberg reminded the boys that if they
tried to cover up they'd be spanked right on the spot.  None
wanted to commit that kind of picture to posterity so they
kept their hands well away from their penises.

As they approached the tank of rays which were available for
touching, Steven again slowed and Eva tugged his leash.
"Ooooowwww, I'm coming.  Don't pull it again."

"Okay, Mr. Wiseguy," Eva unclipped the leash, "stand here,
face the crowd and start rubbing your penis."

"I won't do it again.  Please Eva don't make me."

"I said start rubbing and don't stop until I tell you to."

"But all these people will take pictures and laugh at me."

"You should have thought of that before you gave me your
mouth. Get started.  It's no different from when you have to
do it in the park."

"Yes it is, there's more people here.  And they all are
taking pictures."

"Steven, if I have to say it again, I'm going to send one of
the girls back to the bus for the cane and they will get
more than pictures of a nine year old pleasuring himself.
Now, get started or get caned, it's up to you."

Steven reached down and  began to play with his already
hardened appendage.  Slowly, he began stroking back and
forth over the engorged glans.

The middle aged woman tourist immediately took note of the
situation, "Mitch, Mitch, they're making one of them jerk
off.  It's the kid with the ring in his dickey.  Get over
here and get going with that camera.  Isn't he beautiful?
Wow, his little rod is quite a bit bigger than most of these
other boys. Oh my God, those little muscular legs are
flexing.  This kid must spend a lot of time nude, he doesn't
have any tan lines.  Get going Mitch.  Get some stills and
then some avi's."

"Steven, go faster, we can't be here forever.  Stick one of
your fingers in your butt hole while you rub your penis,"
Eva commanded.

Steven reached around with his free arm and inserted his
index finger into his anus.  It was quite a sight.  Bent at
the knees he rubbed his hard little penis and rammed the
index finger of his other hand into his anus.  He was close
to being a pretzel.  

Pam stood in awe.  No one was touching the rays.  They were
all watching Steven's little show.

Soon Steven yanked his finger from his anus and stood
straight.  His little calf muscles and thighs tightened as
he thrust his hips forward.  He yelled, "I'm cumming, I'm
cumming," as he was now required by Eva, Ula, and his
mother.  His breathing quickened and his eye got a distant
gaze as he shook and trembled with the feeling.  Then he
settled back and dropped from his tiptoes to the soles of
his feet.  To further embarrass the boy, the tourists
applauded and whistled.  There were shouts of, "Again,
again!"

Pam regained her composure and drew the children around the
tank of rays.  Demonstrating how to pet them she turned the
children loose.  Eva reattached the leader to Steven's penis
ring.  "Anymore problem from you and you will be caned and
then expected to masturbate for the crowd.  Understand?"
The humiliated child, just nodded with his head dropped to
avoid eye contact with the onlookers.

"Mr. Rothberg, I have to go to the bathroom again," Jimmy
implored the teacher.

"Jimmy, none of the other kids have been to the bathroom
yet, only you.  Now, you have to go again?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, we won't be stopping at the bathroom for another half
hour, so you'll just have to hold it."

"I can't.  I really have to go."

"Elise, tighten the string on Jimmy's penis really tight."

The eight year old didn't need to be told twice.  She fell
to her knees and untied the string on Jimmy's penis tag.
Then grabbing both ends of the string pulled as hard as she
could. Jimmy, yelled out in pain as the string cut into his
penis. Under the pressure, the cleft was now so great it hid
the string from view.  The pronounced glans turned red as
the little girl doubled the knot.  

"There, Jimmy, that should hold you until we take a bathroom
break," the teacher noted.

"Mr. Rothberg, do you think that's a good idea?  I mean you
may hurt him," Pam interceded, somewhat surprised at all of
these antics.

"It won't cause him any harm.  He didn't have to go, he just
wanted to play.  You need to mind your business and conduct
the tour.  I'll take care of my kids."

"Mr. Rothberg, it's too tight.  Please, I can hold it
without the string on it," Jimmy implored with tears in his
eyes.

"You just leave the string tied tightly.  I'll cut it off
with my pocket knife when we stop at the bathroom."  

"Please, Sir, don't cut it off."  The boy began crying and
repeating his pleas over.

"Jimmy, the string, not the penis.  I'm going to cut the
string off."  Rothberg, Eva, the other mother and Pam all
chuckled at the little boy's misunderstanding.

The other parent chaperoning the field trip remarked to Eva,
"I'm going to have to remember that little trick the next
time Elise's eleven year old brother annoys me with too many
bathroom requests.  I'll have Elise tie a string behind his
dick head.  That will shut him up.  He hates it when I make
him strip so she and her little girl friends can play doctor
with his boy parts.  So letting her do this will REALLY
humiliate him."

The tour had ended and Mr. Rothberg instructed the students
to get ready for lunch. Stopping at the restroom area he
dismissed the girls to the restrooms.  Removing his pocket
knife he slid the blade between Jimmy little penis head and
the string and quickly thrust it forward cutting the string.
The now purple head began to show signs of returning to its
normal bluish-pink color.  Jimmy gasped in relief.  "You
boys go up to that fence and pee through the fence.  You
don't need to clog up the urinals and stalls and
inconvenience the other guests.  Eva if you would supervise
the boys' pee break."

"Yes, Sir, I'd be happy to."

She took them all up and lined them up along the fence.
Several of the tourists walked up to photograph the scene.
There they were eight little nude boys peeing through the
fence at a public attraction. All of them except Jimmy with
tags hanging off their little penises.

"Mr. Rothberg, my wiener hurts," Jimmy complained.

"We'll take care of it when we get to the beach and have
lunch, Jimmy."

When all had finished with their bathroom needs, the adults
ushered them about a mile and half down the beach.  "You
know, seeing all these nude little boys on the beach reminds
me of 'Lord of the Flies,'" Elise's mother noted to Mr.
Rothberg.

"It does, doesn't it?  Maybe I can recommend that as a play
for the older boys to put on for the parents back at the
school.  I never would have thought of it," he acknowledged.

They approached a spot the bus driver had prepared while
they were at the Center.  There were four coolers in the
sand and a couple of blankets laid out.  The beach was
really quieter than expected.  There were a few folks
scattered on towels and blankets to either side of the spot
chosen by the driver.

"Mr. Rothberg, it still hurts." Jimmy complained.

As the other children took drinks and sack lunches from the
coolers, Elise's mother took Jimmy's little penis in her
hand and examined the cleft.  It was a little red, but the
penis had regained its normal color except for that red
narrow ring.  "Honey, did it work all right when you peed
through the fence?"

Jimmy shook his head affirmatively.

She then took the child over to a blue igloo cooler filled
with ice.  Removing the few drinks still remaining she
pushed the ice aside and said, "Sit in here".  Slowly, the
nine year old lowered himself into the cooler.  Elise's
mother then pushed the ice over his genitals.  "Sit here for
awhile, the ice will help".

"It's cold.  It's too cold."

"You sit there and don't you move until she tells you that
you can.  I mean it, Jimmy."  Mr. Rothberg was at wits end
with the child.

After fifteen minutes, the boy was allowed to get out of the
ice.  Again, Elise's mother examined the penis.  It was much
more of an ordeal for her as the ice had caused quite a bit
of "shrinkage".  Pinching his glans she stretched it out to
look at the cleft.  It was hard to tell if it helped as his
penis and testicles as well as the surrounding skin was
pink.   "Elise, Elise, Susan," she beckoned the two little
girls from class.  They both got up and approached.  "I want
you girls to take him over to the blanket and rub this
lotion on his little wiener.  Do you mind?" she asked Susan
the other eight year old.

"No, Ma'am.  I love to feel up little boys' wieners and
balls."

"Well, he's yours until he feels better.  Jimmy you let them
rub your boy parts."

"I don't want them touching me there."

"That's too bad.  You will let them as much as they think
you need.  Besides, you let me touch you."

"Yeah, well you're a Mom and they're just kids.  It's
different."

"We'll let them practice up on you for when they are moms.
How's that?"

His objections did nothing more than excite the girls more.
They tugged him by the arm to the blanket.  Made him lay
spread eagle and began rubbing his cherished parts.

When the field trip ended all of the boys were returned to
their parents, nude.  Lederhosen were collected by the
mothers and fathers as they picked up their children from
school.  Jimmy's mother was called to a private session with
Mr. Rothberg.  Following the meeting she took Jimmy by the
arm with an angry look on her face.  "Couldn't you have
behaved yourself, just for the day?"  She and Jimmy went to
the bookstore and bought the half shirt.  "Jimmy, you're
naked from now on.  When we get home, we will throw out all
of your clothes except the short shorts and knit shirt you
wear to church.  You understand?  Naked all the time, every
place."

Jimmy began to cry.

The principal was eager to hear Mr. Rothberg's report on the
field trip.  "You know, Corrine, we should have the older
boys put on a mini version of 'Lord of the Flies' as a show
for their parents.  Only in our version they'll be nude from
beginning to end."

"That's a hell of an idea, Bob.  Let's discuss it at the
next faculty meeting."

"Eva and Mrs. Shoenberg, you know Elise's mother,  suggested
we also plan a field day.  We can take them to Central Park
and make a day of it. It'd be fun and the school would get
some recognition."

"We can discuss that too."

To be continued.