Notes on a Landmark Study

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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Notes on a psychological doctoral study of the effects of forced nudity on overly modest pre-adolescent boys.

Notes on a Landmark Study
by, Running Bare

As a budding PhD in child development my specialty was middle childhood. My doctoral advisory committee tasked me to select a hypothesis and craft an intervention to test it. I was truly interested in the whole issue of middle childhood modesty. It occurred to me, for boys in particular, the early years were still quite innocent, in that total exposure of boys' bodies before the general public was not generally problematic between birth and five or six, but after that many boys became exceptionally timid about nudity. Society evolved even to the extent that some places allowed them to shower in locker rooms wearing swim attire. The whole concept seemed to be perplexing to me, in that, just a generation earlier boys were required to shower naked in gang showers, and, in some instances, swim nude exposed to each other. Boys were expected by parents and society at large to willingly shed their clothing at their whim or when told to do so. Historically, boys in the middle years (8-12) were not shy about being naked while swimming or romping in the woods even in front of the general public.

Being an admirer of seeing nude boys freely and unabashedly playing within eyeshot, I was determined to seek a cause for the changes in self-consciousness and find a way to delay, if not eradicate, those changes. Though I never craved sexually assaulting (sans fondling) boys, I did enjoy the sight of and long for the occasional touch of especially attractive preteen bodies. It was almost an artistic drive rather than a sexual one.

My assumption was females, especially mothers, did indeed enjoy the occasions when they would watch and/or actually tend to their boys genitals. My supposition was based on my own mother who would find endless ways to expose me to unknown others at beaches, in our own yard, and other public and family venues. She arranged my middle years by making me frequent only community and school pools that insisted boys swim nude, summer camps where boys were often forced to participate in naked activities, and left me in the care of neighbors and relatives who required boy nudity in outdoor activities involving water. This was especially true if they had young daughters who were always permitted to observe, but not ever required to participate. It was almost as if my mother was proud of the body she'd produced and wanted the world to share her admiration.

Mom was a backside and leg lover. She spent many hours with my naked form draped over her lap as she rubbed my legs and backside. That's not to say she ignored my penis and scrotum, but she preferred the other. My sisters enjoyed my penis and scrotum more. During periods of my forced nudity, they were permitted to bat my erect penis around like a tether ball. They would pull on it, put rings on my erections (often securing themselves after being pushed over my glans and not coming off until I was flaccid) and squeeze my balls at their whim. Worse yet, I was often presented to their friends in my natural form, by my mother, so they could “learn about boys' bodies”.

I fought for some modesty, but was not permitted to have it. Even after my first wisp of pubic hair showed up, I was forced to be eye candy and a playground for other kids' fingers.

At the time of this writing I have become aware that there are boys across the age spectrum who romp freely and prefer nudity even before audiences. There are boys who don't dwell on nudity when in the presence of other nude boys. Then there is a growing number of boys who avoid nudity under any circumstance. My dissertation would be seeking the answer as to why the trend is toward the latter and what might be done to reverse the trend.

I sought to know what it was that drove the change in boys' attitudes and that of the general public. And, how did such changes effect male sexuality in later years? My goal was to examine whether boys with overly modest attitudes could be changed to accept public nakedness without embarrassment.

In my mind one problem was the ever expanding fear of pedophiles. Years ago a pedophile was someone who sought actual intercourse, anal or oral sex with a child. It did not include those of us who were merely entertained by the sight of naked kids romping unconsciously in parks, yards, and beaches. Naked boys were expected in many venues. It did not include massaging or bathing children's bodies, especially one's own child. Touching boys' penises and scrota was not taboo unless those parts became the sole area of attention. Actually touching boys' genitals or bare backsides by trusted adults was never a problem. It was assumed there was a valid reason to do so, and child massage was an acceptable reason to do so. Photographing naked children was not considered erogenous. Doing so today is looked at as pornographic.

Was this trend tied to feelings of inadequacy or poor self-esteem related to boys' perceptions that their packages didn't measure up to those of their peers? On the other hand, could they be afraid they were freakishly over endowed? Maybe it wasn't the boys' concerns for such things, perhaps it was parental suppositions about their sons.

So again, I wanted to return to yesteryear with the modesty issue as it pertained to prepubescent boys. I had to assemble a group of subjects who had developed on overly modest behavior pattern whose parents wanted the opposite. I wanted to empower mothers and fathers to force their nine through twelve year olds to present themselves naked as the day they were born in appropriate public places and at home. I wanted the boys to divest themselves of viewing such occasions as embarrassing. I wanted the boys to invite exploratory touching without recoiling.

It was apparent my study and reasons for it had to be subtly advertised to attract my subjects. An article the local newspaper ran did just that. It very unthreateningly posed the problem as I saw it and projected possible unhealthy outcomes resulting from high levels of modesty without divulging the intervention process. It outlined the requirements which, simply stated, were the study would include boys ages nine through twelve and was opened to any parent who was concerned over the modesty level of their offspring. It listed my phone and office contact.

Of the sixty seven respondents requesting to be a part of the study, I would accept an experimental population of twenty five to thirty boys meeting the definition. Before being accepted to the program the parents would be given an eighty item written evaluation and the boys would undergo a thorough psycho-sexual exam by me. During the evaluations I would note the general attitudes the boys and their parents harbored about bodies and nudity. Those families who were not selected were promised to be called back following the study for a complete review of the findings and recommendations. If the study significantly impacted the modesty levels of the boys in the experimental group, each of the families who were not selected would be given a detailed plan for intervention at home.

One thing I'd decided early on was to limit my subjects to boys who had average or slightly above average penis size. That would give me some control over the variables that might be related to penis envy. Limiting the exceptionally small or the freakishly large boys would filter some of those out. Any boy with an erect penis under two and a half inches or over five inches was automatically excluded. If in doubt, I measured. Boys who were either notably overweight or underweight were excluded, as the body mass might be a contributing factor to not wishing to expose their bodies. Boys with excessive scars would be eliminated as the scars could have driven their resistance to nudity. Any boy who had developed pubic hair was also excluded as a certain amount of modesty was to be expected of those boys. The latter exclusion was somewhat problematic when I evaluated the twelve year olds as many were on the cusp of puberty. One or two were too far into that developmental phase to be useful to the study.

The intervention plan was simple. All boys participating in the program had to be completely naked for a minimum of eight hours of waking time during all week days and twelve hours each weekend day and were required to sleep nude throughout the duration of the study. The boys were expected to entertain family and friends both at home and in any other venue the family might find itself. It was expected that for a minimum of three hours per day they would be naked outside and exposed to complete strangers. Logs and photographic evidence was to be collected. All swimming was required to be done nude regardless of time or place. It is important to note the boys were required to allow non-aggressive exploratory touch from anyone who might be so inclined, and parents were to encourage such contacts. At least two times a day the boys would submit to a twenty minute full body massage with a minimum of ten minutes attention to their genitals and/or anus. One massage each day would be preferably by non-familial females. They were to avail themselves to being photographed by whomever might request it. Data would be collected from the logs parents were required to keep.

On the third week, I began my screening. The second boy, Ricky Alter, and his mother entered my office. A beautiful example of the perfect boy stood before me—medium build, cute face framed by short cropped black hair, and a pair of well tanned bare legs emerged from the bottom of his board shorts.

After explaining to him and his mother that in order to determine his participation in the study, I had to give his body a thorough exam. At my command he was compelled to completely disrobe. He was hesitant to begin. His mother encouraged him and he slowly complied. Once he was down to his white briefs he stopped and waited. I told him his underpants had to come off too. His mother again encouraged him and he slowly pushed them down after turning away from me. Once he was completely bare, I took him by the hips and turned him around to face me. I drank in the handsomeness of the totally embarrassed nine year old. After instructing him to place his hands behind his back, his four inch erect penis was exposed. It stuck out parallel to the floor with a light bow upward and was culminated by a perfectly shaped circumcised head. His tight little ball sack bulged from below like a ripe plum. I was drawn to his tan lines. He apparently spent a great deal of time partially exposed as his legs were tan half way up his well formed thigh and then didn't resume until my scan reached the waist just below his 'inny' bellybutton.

The boy stood with his head hung in humiliation. It was obvious being naked in front of other people was not something the boy could tolerate, but here he was. Leaning forward in my chair I found myself irresistibly driven to feel that little stiffy which was then at my eye level.

The immature penis was hard as a tree limb in my hand. The only sign of softness was the tight skin covering it. I was naturally drawn to pinching that prominent glans and examining the urethral opening as it opened and closed in response. My fingers traveled to his still retracted, wrinkled scrotum. I felt the two jelly bean sized testes within. They slid as if to retreat from the outside pressure of my touch. In my mind the boy had a perfect package. It was an issue of wonder why a boy who was endowed with a perfectly shaped penis of above average length would be so shy about exposing it in front of others.

I wasn't sure but I looked at his doting mother after my cursory exam of his boy parts. She had a smile of pride in her living piece of art. I couldn't help but wonder if her son's shyness could be attributed to either her or her husband's inadvertent communication of what they presumed were community standards regarding public boy nudity or for that matter before his two sisters.

Oh yes, the kid was beautiful and definitely would join the twenty nine others I was yet to select for my reverse modest project. I was determined he and the other participants to be selected (ages 9, 10, 11, and 12) would help unlock whatever it was that caused boys to often lose their carefree attitude about exposure--whether forcing public accessibility for these boys would return them to that period of body innocence.

Using his penis for leverage I turned him around. My hands immediately cupped either side of his tight, dimpled backside. Placing my thumbs on either side of his crack, I spread the milk white orbs and was treated by a perfect view of his anus. I was determined to penetrate it with my forefinger before I was finished. My mind sorted through possible explanations with some semblance of professionalism as to why this was necessary to justify it to the mother. Truth is I just wanted to do it and I wanted to be able to incorporate regularly doing so into this Adonis' intervention.

I could ask whether she'd ever given the boy an enema or perhaps suppositories. If the answer was affirmative, I could ask about his reaction. If not, it'd justify my bending him over and penetrating his little hole to check his reaction. I could ask if she'd ever felt his still tiny prostate. We all know she would not have. I could then justify it as just a quick check that everything was normal.

The choice was to use both. She indicated she'd never given the boy an enema, but she had at one time, when he was six, inserted suppositories. I questioned further as the naked boy stood to the side again cupping his erect penis and ball sack. She said he didn't like it when she inserted the medication, but a slap on his bare butt cheek improved his compliance. As far as feeling his prostate, she'd never done it and indicated she wouldn't even know what to “look for”. Ah, ha, there was my invitation—a teaching moment for Mom. I could add that to her daily regimen with the boy through his early teens.

I directed him to bend over the chair placing his elbows on the seat. I kicked his well shaped muscular legs apart and explained he'd be a little bit uncomfortable for this procedure but it wouldn't hurt. I moved his mother so she could watch the process. Placing my thumb and forefinger of my left hand on either side of crack I spread the cheeks to expose his nickle sized anus. I explained my moves to his mother and then with a bit of pressure completely penetrated the boy's hole. Upon entrance the boy shifted, squirmed and let out an audible grunt. With my finger buried deeply, the boy began to rise. With my left hand I forced him back into position. I rooted around inside the kid as his mother observed almost spellbound. For the moment, I was having a difficult time keeping my own phallus under control. I was regretting that I hadn't worn a lab coat. Luckily Mom's eyes were glued on my inserted finger and not my midsection.

I stood holding my clipboard at waist level and asked her to assume the same position I had been in. She was instructed to follow my lead and impale the boy. Reluctant, she looked to me for further reassurance. I nodded toward the boy and she engaged. After her index finger had impaled her son, I instructed her to root around telling her her target was a small peanut sized lump up toward the front of his body. She smiled and her eyes lit up obviously proud that she'd learned something new and found the target. I placed a box of tissues next to her. She removed her finger and after wiping it off, she cleaned the boys orifice. Her questions following the experience were indicative that she had found enjoyment in the process. With permission the boy rose, his now red face was blank in expression and he was unconsciously pinching his glans and pulling his penis. The water welling up in his eyes was evidence he'd had enough humiliation at our hands.

Handing the boy his t-shirt was a good faith gesture to indicate we were done. He pulled it on quickly. In anticipation of his shorts and underwear he extended his hand toward me. I handed him his cross trainers. He gave me a perplexed look and put the shoes on. As he reached toward me to retrieve his underpants and shorts I handed them to his mother. With a mix of excitement and authority my voice cracked a bit as I told his mother her son, Ricky, was accepted into the study. Their first experience was to find out he was forbidden underwear or pants of any kind for the first week. I explained the t-shirt was just to give him some semblance of covering during the initiation period and that would have to 'go' on week two.

Ricky quickly showed his frustration with the plan and the tears trickled down his cheeks. He attempted to argue the mandate but his mother cut him off. She inquired as to occasions such as church, shopping, school, etc. The program outline allowed for open-legged, short, cotton athletic shorts to be worn in specific instances such as school and church. But in all other environments the boy would be totally naked except for shoes and that included shopping.

As they left my office at the university, I admired the kid's new look. Half of his penis' shaft and the engorged glans peeked out from under the hemline of his shirt. The bottom of his well formed little ass cheeks alternated as the two walked down the hallway. Mom clearly attempted to support her emotionally distraught son by holding his hand with one hand as she clutched his forbidden clothing in the other. I was even more rewarded at the double takes of folks who passed the two as they made their way to the parking lot. It would be a long but highly anticipated wait for their next appointment.

Following my acceptance of Ricky, I had sixty five other kids to evaluate. Some more notable experiences included boy number seventeen. I saw him and his mother three days after Ricky. My undergraduate assistant took Charlie Simmons and his mother to my office and asked his mother to have the eleven year old strip completely for the evaluation. When I entered the office anticipating a naked boy, the still fully clothed child was seated next to his mother. His eyes were red from what I assumed was crying. His mother obviously had surrendered to Charlie's refusal, “This is how bad it is, This is what I have put up with for the past four years. I guess he thinks his penis is unique. I don't know I haven't seen it in years.”

I placed the boy on my desk. His shapely bare legs dangled freely. I couldn't help myself from massaging them as I tried to convince him to disrobe. I liked the feel of is tight muscles and found myself purposely kneading his calves. As my hands returned to his upper legs I purposely slid my fingers beneath the hemline on his shorts. All the while not taking my eyes off his as looking anywhere else might give away the fact that massaging his legs was purposeful and arousing to me. I tried to explain to Charlie that we were going to examine him for participation in a special program to help with his body shyness. The crying boy was adamant in his refusal.

This was the first time one of the boys was so difficult. He was a good looking and the tight musculature of his hyper-tense legs was driving me to want to see what his boy parts brought to the party. This kid was one I desperately wanted to unwrap. I got to the point that I offered an ultimatum. “Either you take off your clothes, or we will do it for you. I'm not going to ask again. Now, get your clothes off so we can finish this. I have other appointments waiting to be seen.”

He refused so I summoned Christy the fairly athletic female undergrad assistant and asked her to round up one or two others. “We're going to have to strip Charlie and I doubt he's going to go peacefully.” Momentarily, Christy and two other young female undergrads entered my rather small office. To say there wasn't a fight would be a lie. It took two of the girls and me to hold him down while Christy disrobed the kid. His mother just sat and stoically watched the girls and me as we stripped her belligerent son. As Christy removed the boy' underwear a rather sizeable stiffy flopped side to side. His ball sack was rather loosely draped over his lower pubic area. He, like twelve of his sixteen predecessors was circumcised and whoever did the surgery did a clean job. I was hoping this muscular kid wasn't going to measure over five inches, but the possibility was certainly that he would.

The girth of his tool was larger than average. I took that as a clear sign that early onset puberty might be just around the corner. Again, I was hesitant to take any boy into the program who might develop “hair” before the data was tabulated, but this kid was beautiful and I was turned on by the stubbornness of his modesty. If he “blossomed” during the term of the experiment, I'd just erase his data on the final tabulation. I had to have this kid's package available for viewing and manipulation regardless of the risks. His embarrassment and humiliation was indeed a turn on for me and from the looks of things his parents would enjoy it too.

As the boy flailed beneath the three of us, I asked Christy to measure his penis from the pubis to the tip of the glans. I nodded toward my desk where there was a six inch plastic ruler. She grabbed that impressive pecker and measured it. As Christy rather roughly grabbed the stiff appendage and pressed it to the ruler, a sudden flash lit up the room. Mom had taken a photo over my assistant's shoulder of the penis penned to the ruler.

Christy reported that he was five and a quarter inches long. In the end Charlie would be the only exception I allowed into the experimental group. We couldn't afford to let such a perfect boy specimen not come in regularly so we could at least enjoy the sight and touch of this magnificent boy. I then instructed the nineteen year old assistant to massage his penis and scrotum for a few minutes to try to calm the boy who was bawling uncontrollably, shouting obscenities and threats while fighting doggedly to free himself. It was then I asked his mother to gather his clothing and take it out to her car. We would resume the session when she returned. As she left, she turned and took another photo of Christy rubbing the fully splayed boy's penis and scrotum.

Two or three minutes after she left the three of us began to lighten up on our hold. I mean what was the kid going to do? Run his naked ass out to the parking lot? I doubt it. The two helpers were dismissed, but I asked Christy to remain until the mother returned. The angry kid rose, and with a red face and tears flowing, screamed obscenities at me. As if that was going to change things. He was so angry he didn't even think to cover us his flopping boner. By the time his mother returned he was sitting more controlled but sobbing.

I approached the chair where he was seated and forcibly spread his legs. I asked his mother to massage his penis and ball sack. As she approached to comply, ole' Charlie clutched his package with both hands to prevent access. “Charlie, she's going to feel your penis and scrotum whether you like it or not. She's your mother and she gets to do that if she wants. Now you can put your hands behind your back and let her, or I'll ask Christy to come back in here and we'll tie your hands behind your back. Your choice.” He sat there non-compliant. I rose and opened my office door but before I could summon Christy he move his hands away and watched as his mother gently took his erect penis in hand. She asked if I would mind snapping a photo of her playing with Charlie's penis with her cellphone which she'd left on the exam table. I reluctantly retrieved the phone framed a shot of the excited mother as she pinched the boy's glans and stretched his penis out. I ended up taking three. The mother smiled proudly and put her son's genitalia on display as the boy sat stoically tearful in his embarrassment.

As I replaced the phone on the table, Mrs. Simmons quickly explained that those photos and others would be on her Facebook page before the end of the day. She was completely confident that all family and other “friends” were going to get an eyeful of her well endowed boy. I certainly couldn't argue with that. But, I did ask she mask the faces of any of my assistants that might be in the images. She agreed they would be masked or cropped before posting.

Minutes later the sobbing stopped but very evidently the anger remained. Mrs. Simmons continued to fondle her son and calmly talk to him. It was evident by the effort she was putting into it that the task was enjoyable to her. My turn to examine the boy. I actually couldn't wait to have his phallus in the palm of my hand. Surprisingly, he made no effort to prevent me from squeezing his penis or palpating his ball sack. I wasn't sure the boy was yet pliable enough for me to guide his mother through a prostate exam, so instead I had Christy come and sit with him while I outlined my first expectations in a separate office.

First order of business was to assess her husband's level of cooperation should Charlie be selected to join the experimental group. She reassured me the two of them were both frustrated with the boy's modesty and Daddy was well on board. In fact it was the father who pushed her to make the appointment. I suggested that if we were to accept Charlie, there'd have to be a rude awakening for him and some preventative measures had to be taken immediately. I asked her to call her husband and ask him to go to the house and remove all of Charlie's clothing items and put them under lock and key. It was my intention to send this kid home naked, and, as strong willed as he was, his parents' first order of intervention was to deny him any clothing when he got home. She pulled her cellphone from her purse and put the plan into motion. I also suggested she retrieve his clothing from her car and discard the items, except of shoes, in one of our trash canisters.

When she returned I was committed to do a prostate exam and talk his mother through the process before I would dismiss him.

Call it sadistic, but I wanted this kid to see the penetration coming. I had him in what we called the inspection position—on his back, hands clenched behind his head, and feet drawn up with soles touching. I explained to him and his mother that we would be stimulating his genital area literally both inside and out. Christy had already begun rubbing his penis and testicles as I explained prostate stimulation to his mother. Following that I turned toward the boy and Christy gave up her position to Charlie's mother. With that I shoved my index finger forcefully into the boy's anus. He grunted a verbal complaint and I slapped his hip telling him to calm down. The tears began to well up in his eyes again as I rooted around in his rectum. Mrs. Simmons took a photo which showed a grimacing boy with my hand at his rectum and obviously a finger penetrating the same. After three or four minutes of enjoying making this boy uncomfortable, I invited his mother to insert her finger and talked her through finding his prostate. I had her aggressively press on it, triggering another complaint from her son. She like so many other parents (usually mothers) had a twinkle of excitement in her eyes after such an exploration of their offspring. This too ended in a request for me to take a photo of her impaling her handsome son. I did. When I checked it, I couldn't help but enjoy seeing her lovely blond framed face smiling like she was in heaven and her tearful son completely humiliated while his mother was buried in his ass up to her knuckle.

I'll never forget Mrs. Simmons' guarded response when she became aware her son would be leaving the building completely nude. She was concerned she'd get in trouble for forcing her son to do so, but I reassured her she was on solid ground. Her concerns were a bit weird to me. I mean here's a lady who just took all those images of her nude son, announcing her intention to publish those on Facebook, and now is concerned about parading the same boy around the community naked. In fact, I verbalized that very thought to her and she laughed in agreement, “I guess you're right. I mean, not everyone would see them on Facebook. Would they? And I want the world to see Charlie's package. I'm so proud of him.” She punctuated that remark by teasingly pinching the boy's bare ass.

Charlie, of course, was quick to state he wouldn't “go out there naked”. I slid my belt from the loops in my pants, folded it over, and snapped the two sides together. “Wanna bet?” He got the message and reluctantly dismounted the examining table. I remember seeing him peek out the door and down the hallway. Apparently, the coast was clear as he grabbed his mother's hand and forced her to leave on his schedule. As the boy clutching his penis and ball sack hurried down the hallway, both Christy and I were amused as his tight young bottom. I wondered aloud how he was going to negotiate the parking lot. As they cleared the door to the outside his mother fumbled in her purse and took out the cellphone.

I looked forward to seeing him again in a week. I especially wanted to hear about his reaction to having no clothing to put on when he got home. And reactions to the mother's photo fest and narrative on Facebook.

Child number thirty seven was another interesting kid. He was reluctantly cooperative during the examination. It was the report of his father during his first week check up that got my juices flowing. Randy Curtis was eleven years old and a rather handsome boy. His boyhood was what you might consider average for a kid his age. Though it remained flaccid during the initial exam at least until the prostate evaluation, he entered my office with a full fledged four inch stiffy on his first weekly visit. I was tickled by the sight and commented on how glad he seemed to see me. He didn't get it, but his dad did.

When I asked how it was going at home, Mr. Curtis jumped right in stating his son had reluctantly turned over a new leaf. He spoke of the initial exposure to those outside his immediate family. Randy had apparently locked himself in the bathroom at home when his aunt and uncle and their four kids came to see their nephew naked. His aunt apparently had promised the female cousins a chance to feel Randy's penis. Mr. Curtis couldn't understand why they hadn't allowed the same opportunity to their girls to fondle their own nine year old brother. But, both he and Mrs. Curtis decided it'd be a giant leap for Randy to be accosted on the visit. “I had to use the emergency unlock to get into the bathroom and drag the boy to the family gathering. I held him in a full nelson to curtail his covering his penis and ball sack while his little cousins played. The five year old ended up punching him in the balls and I decided to let him loose with the stipulation he had to stay with the group.”

When asked what he did once he was released, Mr. Curtis just said, “He cried.”

On Randy's first weekly follow-up visit, as I did almost always, I stationed myself at my office door so I could monitor the boys' reactions to being nude in a public facility as they walked to their appointments. I praised him for not covering his boyhood as he and his father walked down the hallway of the building. After they entered my office, I asked him to sit with his legs spread so I could watch the behavior of his penis during the visit. Though he had a boner swaying to and fro as he walked down the hallway, it amazingly became flaccid within the first five minutes in my office. It was indicative that forced nudity was relieving the trend toward sexual arousal for the boy. Mr. Curtis stated he was impressed with the progress and vowed to take the boy to a public beach for a day just to check how far his son had come.

Randy let the cat out of the bag as he jumped into the conversation. “Dad whips me with his belt if I cover my wiener or balls. My butt gets real hot and I don't like it.” This embarrassed his father to the point the man stumbled for an excuse to explain his punishment technique. I put him as ease by stating that was the response of choice for non-compliance and to continue that reaction any time the boy covered himself.

Another interesting participant was interviewee number fifty five. He was a ten year old African-American boy whose mother was livid over his modesty. At any rate, his mother and he were accompanied in my office with his two sisters. The boy sat with well proportioned, walnut colored legs were bared to mid thigh by his shorts. My voice cracked a bit as I thought about striping this kid in front of the entire female contingent. Truthfully, the very projection of exploring his immature prostate was exciting me. Since day one, I hadn't demonstrated that process to any prior parent with siblings in attendance. The thought of having his sisters present when I impaled him and then had his mother follow suit was just plain hot. Hopefully, it'd give his sisters some ideas of things to do to him with their friends over the coming weeks.

First we discussed the reason for the referral, how Mrs. Eldridge disciplined Jamal, and other problems and concerns she had about him. She indicated that, like many of the other parents, she too was inclined to strip the boy naked and, as she put it, “whip his black ass” with a belt for misbehavior.

Apparently, Jamal frustrated his mother when he refused to allow his twelve year old sister to bathe him while his seven year old female sibling watched. I was curious during the interview. “If he's ten, why don't you just let him bathe himself?”

She explained boys were not supposed to be modest. She wanted to almost make the observation cultural and his blackness should make him proud to expose himself to others “any time, any where”. I, of course, explained modesty wasn't cultural or color related. That boys of every color and nationality were succumbing to the new age modesty standards and it was problematic for many parents.

She went on to explain that she made him strip naked right in front of his sister and sometimes their visiting friends when she took the belt to him. Then she'd make him stay naked for the remainder of the day just to punish him more. The poor kid just sat there head bowed as his mother ranted. It was evident he was very shy by nature. I took his chin in hand and when I raised his face for eye contact I couldn't help but notice the water welling his eyes.

Anxious to see what this cute kid brought to the party, I explained the evaluation process to him and asked him to strip naked. He looked to his mother almost as a plea for her to intervene and override my instruction. His sisters both had instantly gotten shit eating grins on their faces having heard my demand. Mrs. Eldridge just said, “Jamal, you heard the man. Take off your clothes and be quick about it.”

Alternating his toes, he slowly pried his cross trainers off each foot. A tear rolled down the boy's cheek as he stood and removed his shorts. He momentarily hooked his thumbs in the waist band of his well worn underpants, but thinking better of it chose to remove his t-shirt instead. Resigned to his situation he then slid his briefs off over his still sock covered feet. His sisters were all but giggling as his stiff penis was unveiled. As with the huge percentage of other boys in the group, Jamal was circumcised and contrary to the wives' tale was average length (3” when flaccidly draped over his sack). I asked him to remove his socks as well. Interestingly, he made no gesture to cover his boner from us until he reseated himself. I then instructed him to spread his legs wide and sit on his hands.

I pinched the head of his penis and gently pulled it forward. As I always did I opened and closed the urethral slit a few times before cradling the hardened shaft. That was followed by palpating his ball sack and sliding the contents to and fro. His sisters couldn't hold the giggles and snorted a bit as they observed. Jamal now had tears occasionally streaking both cheeks.

“Would you girls like to feel your brother's boy parts?” I offered.

The younger sister looked toward her mother and asked, “Can I?”

Mrs. Eldridge, without speaking, took her gaze from the girl and gave the green light by nodding toward her naked son. The boy was humiliated as his junior sister, rubbed and prodded his penis and scrotum. As completely absorbed as I was watching this child pull and prod her brother's equipment, and as completely satisfied as it made me to see him wince having been forced to allow her to do it, I did want to stop them so I could finish up and be ready for the next boy on the list. I just told Shakita she'd have plenty of time to play with her brother's penis at home. With that Jamal looked at me with wide eyes as if to say, “You mean I'm going to be naked at home.” I ignored the look and using his erection as a handle guided him to turn around.

After positioning him so he was facing the examination table, I pushed his torso down and then spread his ass cheeks exposing his hole. I then asked his mother my standard questions about enemas and suppositories. She was the first to indicate she had performed an enema on the boy. Though it was eight years prior, at least I knew she knew her way around his rectum. I explained the objective of prostate stimulation indicating it was primarily used to, over time, lower his feelings of humiliation when exposed. Then without much ado I shoved my index finger into the boy's inner sanctum and rooted around pressing on his undeveloped prostate. I did note his erection bobbed with each press and he within seconds begged me to pull out.

The little sister let out with a “ohhh, yuck” as she watched the ordeal. “You're going to get poop all over your finger.”

I ignored her remarks and his requests for cessation and instead explained where his prostate was located and what if felt like to his mother. I then invited her to explore for herself as she would be asked to make sure someone stimulated her son's prostate daily as a part of the intervention. Mrs. Eldridge showed no sign of shyness at all as she lubed her finger in the petroleum jelly and shoved it right in there with such a thrust Jamal's feet momentarily left the floor. He started to complain and almost on cue his mother grabbed his erect penis with her other hand and threatened to pull it off if he didn't stop complaining.

She was most enthusiastic when I told her the boy would have to remain nude for a minimum of eight hours per day during the week and all day on weekends. He would be made to expose himself to others and allow others to explore his body at their whim. She was to encourage other children to touch whatever and make him stand there and allow it. Shakita responded with a question most seven year old girls might ask, “You mean my friends can feel his boy thing? We can play hospital with him?”

Her mother shushed her with a wave of her hand and a smile. “And his older sister can continue to bathe him? Can she do the prostate thing?”

I encouraged her to allow the older girl to examine the boy's prostate anytime she wished. And, I also made certain that she knew she could allow any of the older sister's friends to do so as well. Jamal was to serve his family at their whim during the intervention period. The older girl sat there silently with a devious grin.

Jamal left the building as all the selected participants had—completely naked and embarrassed--with his determined mother and giggling sisters at his side. His hard penis bounced to and fro in the same manner as the others. Unfortunately for him though, the classes were being dismissed and he found himself in the middle of a swarm of psyc students crowding the hallway.

Though all of our students knew of the project it didn't mean they weren't attentive to the boy's predicament. In fact as I watched several complimented him on his beautiful boy parts. I know that was embarrassing.

These boys were just the highlights of the thirty five who ended up being our experimental group. It was a rather hectic week of exams of boy parts of all sizes, shapes and colors. My assistants and I were settling in for three days of preparation for the follow up visits to come the following week. I left my desk to get a cup of coffee. When I returned, I was excited to see an e-mail from Mrs. Simmons, Charlie's mother, remember her? Well, she was inviting me to see her Facebook posting. I was amazed the folks at Facebook weren't at least alarmed at seeing this naked eleven year old in the all together posted on their website, but there he was.

As promised, Mrs. Simmons had cropped or masked those of us at the college who were structuring and supervising the intervention. Beside the two or three she selected from Charlie's experience here, there must have been a dozen or more photos of the boy, all but one frontal. It was evident he was demoralized by the show all experience. There wasn't a single shot of him smiling and enjoying the new found “freedom”. One in particular caught my eye. It was of a hoard of young children, mostly girls, sitting next to Charlie as he lay splayed on a blanket, in I'd guess was their backyard. One of the little girls, who appeared to be seven or eight, had a death grip on his erect penis as she looked up at the photographer with a conquering smile just like a big game hunter showing off a kill. Four other children two girls and a boy who must have been close in age to Charlie looked on. The photo was captioned, “Go ahead Amy, pull Charlie's penis off. Pull hard, Honey!” I must admit it was arousing.
I showed it to Christy and she asked me to print it for her office wall.

“That kid is beautiful. I don't think I've ever seen a more slender, athletic, muscular kid. Not to mention, he's hung like a miniature horse.”

Her observations were correct. I think of all the boys participating he was my favorite to look at and fondle. I reveled in the thought that I was punishing him vicariously through his forced nudity regimen. And truly, I looked forward to making his life as uncomfortable as I could over then next two months. Having such excited parents was definitely helpful. I made a note to discuss more public exposure experiences for the boy. I did e-mail Mrs. Simmons to thank her for sharing such revealing photos publicly and kind of pushed her by suggesting I was anxious to see photos of the naked boy on public beaches, in public parks, parking lots, and anywhere everyone else is clothed.

Mrs. Eldridge called me the day after their visit. Apparently, Jamal was still refusing to allow his sisters and their friends to feel his equipment. He was also defying orders to leave the house naked. Both she and her husband were wondering how to enforce such things. My response was simple. Use a belt and use it liberally. Promising not to identify the family, I asked if I could share their situation in a newsletter to participant parents. She concurred. I also asked if she or her husband would object to recording those occasions when he was given the strap on a cellphone. She agreed to both.

As a result of her call I addressed the defiant participant in our newsletter. It was rather straight forward. If your boy refuses any command to share his naked body with others, parents should bend the child over a chair, sofa, or lap and liberally apply a leather belt or the back of a hairbrush to the bare backside. It didn't matter if the boy complied after the threat of physical punishment or not. If he refuses and then complies, spank him anyway just for causing the inconvenience to his parents. No less than ten contacts with the implement chosen is acceptable as the goal is not just to impose a great deal of pain, but to lessen the likelihood of him arguing again. The parent was also to take data on how many times they spanked so we might incorporate it in our study.

Responses during the first follow-up session showed thirty two of the thirty five used a belt or a brush at least once after reading that newsletter. One parent stated she preferred over the lap with a hairbrush as she enjoyed the feeling of her son's penis and balls rolling around on her lap as he squirmed to avoid the pain. She further stated, “And, I don't know why, but every time he gets up after the spanking, he's hard as a rock. I love it so much I find myself wanting to give him a spanking just for general principles, but I don't.”

On that first weekly summation visit to our offices all thirty five boys were naked as the day the were born when they accompanied their mothers, fathers, and siblings down the hallway to our offices. During the early weeks, most of the boys walked down the hallway with very prominent erections swaying back and forth as they walked, especially if they came during class changes. It wasn't uncommon to hear the sharp sound of a parental hand slapping a bare bottom with the admonition, “Keep your hands away. You know what they want to see.”

Our students had become accustomed to seeing naked young boys in the building. In fact, it became common to hear our students referring to our study as ”Penises on Parade”.

The intervention plan was simple. Every boy in the experimental group had to be completely nude for a minimum of eight waking hours. They were to spend the bulk of their naked time outdoors, riding bikes around they neighborhoods, playing in parks, etc. All swimming during the intervention had to be done naked no matter the venue (pool, lake, pond, ocean beach). They had to sleep completely nude as well. Other than that, there were other considerations of interest. For example any of the subjects who had siblings regardless of age were to allow the siblings to touch their genitals as often as they wished. Siblings, either boys or girls, had to remain clothed during waking hours and were invited to bring friends to “play” with their naked brothers as often as they wished. The subjects were to allow any physical contact other children desired. They were also to avail themselves to any adults that might wish to examine or explore their bodies. Photographic evidence of public exposure and fondling by others was to be provided at all follow up visits to the center. In other words life was to go on as usual, but their boys were to be naked and accessible to clothed others. They had to be the “only show in town” for the coming months. For school and other times the boys were required to wear clothing, only short cotton athletic shorts. To increase the exposure opportunities in places where shorts had to be worn, no underwear was permitted.

Charlie, as you probably are aware at this point, was one of my favorites. In the beginning, he was very, very shy about being naked even in front of me. He and his mother, or occasionally his father, would show up for the weekly data session with him stiff as a tree limb most of the time. He was truly a handsome kid. That circumcised penis reminded me of an irresistible mushroom. It was truly difficult to stay objective about this godlike boy. As the program progressed that well hung, handsome devil tanned beautifully. It was extremely evident his parents were following the outdoor requirement to a tee. As I debriefed the soon to be twelve year old boy's parents each week, I'd have him sit straddling my lap and found myself uncontrollably wrapping my arms around his waist and massaging his beautiful, erect, and now deeply-tanned penis and scrotum as we talked. I still remember the feel of that stiff stalk topped by the spongy glans and those smooth “jellybean like” testicles as they slid around the boy's scrotum. I still visualize his initial panic as I placed my hands on his genitals during the first follow-up session and took note of how he went from guarded to spreading his legs wide opened to invite the fondling as the program progressed. Oh, I digress here, but it was fun.

Our conclusions from the study were as expected. In summary our study showed overly modest boys can develop increased body acceptance and healthier self-images when forced nudity and public exposure are imposed prior to puberty. Generally, the boys in our study became more confident in their gender identification and body acceptance as they acclimated to public exposure.

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