Ruth and Ryan 5

Stripped For Florida: Ruth and Ryan 5

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Ruth and Ryan, Part 5

by Willie B Florida
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PART FIVE

The once shy Ruth was no longer shy. That was the opinion of students and teachers at her school. She still didn't engage in idle conversation. Nobody could say she was outgoing. But, she was no longer invisible. From the moment Ruth and Ryan returned to school after their weekend adventure they made heads turn. It wasn't just that they were shaved smooth, although that did turn heads. Boys agreed that Ruth was suddenly stunningly beautiful. Girls weren't so sure about that, but they were quite intrigued by the little bit of gold. The obscure topic of the clitoris was now on everyone's lips and the girls in school all found themselves feeling all tingly down there, especially when Ruth walked by. The ring, you see, had brought attention to a topic that was beyond taboo: it had quite simply not even been a topic. Many a girl found her date far more interested and attentive--if things went that far--to that little bit of anatomy that so many teen boys are woefully ignorant of.

Ryan was the subject of decidedly mixed reviews. At first he was the brunt of a lot of teasing, from girls and boys. Having no pubic hair was too "gay" they said. But as evidence of Ruth's transformation became evident, boys found their teasing mixed with envy. Our two friends had found that if they could "make out" in the food court of the Oaks Mall with no more ill consequence than parental disapproval, then why not push the envelope. Ruth did a little more research. To Ryan's amazement she even got two copies of the Stripped For Florida rules and regulations mailed to her from Tallahassee, one of which she handed to the Dean responsible for discipline at Columbia High School.

They started slow. Kissing in the hallways. Holding one another in extended hugs. The hugs progressed to hands running up one another's backsides as mouths found delight in one another, all the stuff strictly prohibited under the school board's long code of conduct, but now surprisingly superseded by the Stripped For Florida regulations. Administrators were chagrined, girls were intrigued and boys were decidedly jealous. Who cared how "gay" Ryan's laser job was if he was getting this kind of attention from a girl. If they were doing this much in the hallways, can you imagine what they were doing on their own?

The truth is, however, that there was no 'on their own.' Ruth's parents kept strict tabs on her outside of school. They couldn't even wait outside at parent pick-up anymore. Ruth's mom was parked out front waiting for her the moment the bell rang. Confined to in-school displays of affection the couple moved on to French kissing, fingers tweaking nipples and hands groping farther and farther downwards. Ruth's hand found its way to Ryan's cock, stroking it between their cuddled bodies. In the same embrace she guided Ryan's fingers and began his education about the clitoris. Ryan was not going to remain one of the ignorant teen boys of Columbia High.

It was the day that Mrs. Henderson walked into her language arts classroom to find Ruth straddled face-forward on Ryan's lap, his fingers twiddling her ring and the increasingly aroused clit beneath the gold ball that the school took action.

"Get up!" Mrs. Henderson ordered. She marched the two offending teens down the hallway, keeping a tight-lipped silence until she had them in front of the dean of the school. "These two," she intoned, "as I am sure you are aware," she said accusingly to the dean, "have been making a mockery of school discipline. Every week they prove to be a greater distraction than the week before to students who come to school prepared to learn -- and properly clothed, I might add."

"Yes, quite right, Mrs. Henderson." The dean stumbled through his words, trying to move himself out of the trajectory of the teacher's ire. "If you will leave me with these two miscreants I will see that they do not disturb your class again."

"Very well, but it is hardly my class alone that is being disrupted!" Mrs. Henderson shot the dean a look that would have sent sparks flying across the room if she were capable of it, turned on her heel and left the room with a sharp click of the shutting door behind her.

"Have a seat," stated the dean in what was supposed to be a stern tone of voice. Compared to Mrs. Henderson's old-school timbre, however, he came across merely as a bureaucrat. The dean had risen through the ranks of the school administration primarily through his strict attention to rules and regulations and their enforcement. He tented his fingers together and eyed the two students while he attempted the development of some type of plan. As the keeper of rules that he was, he had already looked into the laws and administrative details of the Stripped For Florida program and its application to public schools. He had been chagrined to find that whether by accident or oversight, the legislature had utterly failed to enact any special provisions for the school setting. Every SFF regulation was universal in its application. Two points stood out prominently in his review of the law: The first was the absolute ownership of children, their bodies and their sexuality by parents or guardians, short of selling them (the law was quite clear and incontrovertible in preventing children from being used or abused for sexual services, prostitution, sexual modeling or the creation of pornography). It was impossible for a school to demand that a child wear any type of clothing or uniform once he or she had been stripped. The second point of the law was the wide latitude of action available to consenting individuals who had been stripped. If these two teens, for example, wished to engage in sexual intercourse on the tables of the cafeteria, it was a totally legal and protected action. All the school could enforce would be that they not knock over the trays of students trying to eat lunch! What the dean knew was that there was no legal action he or the school could take to curb the actions of Ruth and Ryan. What his mind was trying rather feebly to grapple with was whether there was some extralegal course for the school. He was not an imaginative person, and his trajectory had always been to stay within the absolute letter of the law. He was hampered in trying to think outside this narrow pathway. Furthermore, he wasn't sure if Ruth and Ryan actually knew anything of the law itself. He decided he would find out.

"Ruth. Ryan. You have both been stripped, have you not?"

The two nodded agreement.

"You are aware, I am sure, that you therefore fall under very specific legal constraints set by the state of Florida for those in the Stripped For Florida program."

Ruth did not roll her eyes, but laughed inwardly at the dean's use of the word 'constraints.'

"The SFF program was not created to condone disruptive behavior at school -- behavior which it appears the two of you are currently engaged in, making it difficult for your fellow students to concentrate adequately in class."

Ryan looked at Ruth, who remained silent.

"If you continue such behavior, I will have to insist upon a parent conference."

"Okay." Ruth sang out cheerily. "Can we go now?"

"Young lady," said the dean, "you do not appear to be giving this the serious attention that is its due. If I have to call your parents in to school there will be very serious consequences."

Ruth nodded. "Yes, indeed. Well, it's been great chatting. Come on Ryan."

Ryan looked from Ruth to the dean.

"Oh," and Ruth added, "you did get those materials I dropped off for you? The SFF rules and regulations? Very interesting reading."

The dean opened his mouth and shut it again. He had wondered if Ruth had bothered to go through the pages of legal language in those documents. "Very complex language, Ruth, in those materials. You'd be surprised at what legal meanings can be construed through a careful reading of the law." He had meant his words to be unsettling, perhaps a little threatening.

"Yeah, that's why I'll probably go to law school. It's never too early," she looked the dean in the eye, "to know one's rights, you know what I mean?"

The dean sighed. He knew exactly what Ruth meant.

They waited until they had passed the receptionist and were in the hallway where no one could hear them to speak. Everyone else was still in class. Ryan turned to Ruth. "Shit, Ruth. We're going to be in big trouble. He's going to call our parents, take legal action."

"Relax, Ryan. There's nothing any of them can do. The law is as clear as crystal. It isn't ambiguous or even carefully nuanced. We're stripped -- we can do what we want. We have a few minutes before we get back to class because Mrs. Henderson thinks we're with the dean, and, frankly, she's not too eager to see us return to class, I'm sure. So, let me explain. Our parents can cause us a lot of grief if they want to, but none of that is going to help the school."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, like I told you, parents can do pretty much what they want to their kids. Your mom could get a vibrator and have it installed up your butt hole so it buzzed up along your prostrate all day long. Do you know what the effect of that would be?"

Ryan shook his head. Most of Ruth's sentence had been completely baffling.

"It would make you cum every half hour or so and shoot sperm all over the place until you'd be so exhausted you couldn't cum any more. And it would be completely legal."

"Um," Ryan stuttered, "and why would that help things at school?"

"It wouldn't. Mrs. Henderson and the dean and all our other teachers would be even more upset. Except maybe Ms. Carol."

"Why Ms. Carol?"

"I think she sort of likes you. She might be turned on seeing you shoot."

Ryan stared at his girlfriend. Ms. Carol, the hot young computer science teacher, might have a crush on him? Where did Ruth get these ideas?

"Anyway, our parents can get all sorts of weird things wired up to us to make us even more horny than we are now. They could get us tattooed or airbrushed or have little jewels embedded in our skin, or get your penis pierced, you name it!!! But the school has no more authority to keep us from making out than to stop us from growing a bit taller every year."

"So, what are you saying Ruth?"

"What I'm saying is, we have the legal right to do what we want with one another. What I'm suggesting is that we use school as our place to see each other, since we're not allowed to at home, but that we keep our actions in line with what we want. We want to be together, be friends, lovers, make out, make love. We're not particularly interested in disrupting the whole school. Am I right?"

"Yeah, sure. I mean, I'm just really into you!!! I don't really care about all this legal crap."

"Ryan, the legal stuff is protecting us. Don't you get it? What we need to do is tell the dean that we know our rights, but that we'll do our best not to disrupt actual class time. Mrs. Henderson may be offended that we were getting it on in her classroom, but we were doing it before the bell rang. So, we'll inform the dean that we have made a decision to engage in our legally-sanctioned physical activities only between classes and during lunch. He'll be relieved. Let's go tell him."

Ruth grabbed Ryan's hand and went back into the office.

"You can't just walk into the dean's office," the receptionist chastised. "Please have a seat and wait. He's on the phone at the moment."

The two sat and waited. After about ten minutes the bell rang and they heard the din of students pouring out of classrooms, lockers clattering and voices raised in greeting, conversation and argument. After 3 minutes the bell rang for the start of class and the noise subsided. Fifteen minutes passed but the receptionist seemed in no mood to acknowledge them further, even if it was to send them off to class. Over half an hour later the dean opened his office door and gestured for them to enter.

"Ruth, and Ryan, I would like to enlist your help in maintaining a well-functioning school." The dean paused and looked intently at each of them, but in particular at Ruth as if to gauge her mood. Ruth remained silent. "You are a very intelligent person, Ruth," the dean decided to address her directly. "It is clear from the materials you provided me that you are well aware of the provisions made in Florida law and in particular your own particular rights as a stripped individual."

Ruth nodded.

"I have made several phone calls, including to our school board attorney and a principal in Dade County whom I have known for many years. The attorney confirms that your understanding of the law is correct. There is very little we can do, legally, to control your behavior in school."

Ruth smiled.

"I was most interested to hear from my friend in Miami. He has not only been a principal for many years, but has seen the SFF program grow from its infancy into the widespread practice that it has become in South Florida. Unlike our high school, his has nearly 1200 stripped students."

"Wow," gasped Ryan.

"Yes, SFF is quite popular in some parts of Florida," confirmed the dean. "Interestingly, however, this has caused no discipline problems. Evidently students in other schools are either unaware of the liberties allowed under the law, or are simply disinterested in disrupting the school with personal displays of affection."

"Actually," interjected Ruth, "we were waiting in your office to let you know that we have no particular interest in disrupting the school either. We wanted to let you know that we were fully aware of our legal rights, but that we would restrict our activities to the time between classes and during lunch."

"That is very noble of you Ruth," replied the dean. "However, even in those time periods you and I both know you can cause quite a lot of distraction. You and Ryan could be completing coitus just as the bell rings for the start of class."

"Um, what's that?" asked Ryan timidly.

"Intercourse," stated Ruth. Silently she mouthed 'fucking.'

"Oh!"

"What I really need to know," continued the dean in an even tone of voice, "is exactly why the two of you feel compelled to undertake this activity at school. My friend the principal tells me that South Florida is no stranger to exhibitionism. Evidently kids are doing all sorts of things in public--at restaurants, the public plazas, on the beach, you name it. There just doesn't seem much interest in doing it in school. If you're interested in putting on a show, why here?"

"Our parents don't allow us to see one another outside of school!" blurted out Ryan.

Ruth looked at him sharply. "Well, it's true," insisted Ryan. "They've been really suspicious of us ever since they stripped us. Like we asked for it!"

The dean looked at Ruth. "It's true. My mom is freaked that I'm going to have sex."

"Keeping you two apart doesn't seem to be slowing the two of you down," observed the dean sagely. "What on earth did she think she was doing having you stripped?"

Ruth eyed the dean. Perhaps there was a way to get what she wanted out of this situation. "The school counselor suggested to her that I be stripped in order to cure me of excessive shyness." She paused while the effects of this sank in.

The dean for his part tried mightily to remember Ruth prior to her rather un-shy current incarnation. Ruth had done such an exemplary job of remaining under the radar that the dean could only conjure up the foggiest memory of her in previous grades. "Hmm," he murmured, "it does seem to have done the job. Perhaps the counselor is the person to make further recommendations. Before you leave, I would suggest that the two of you consider what I have to say. My point in bringing up the high school in Miami is this. You two are the first stripped teens in the county, as far as I know. If this program becomes at all popular in Columbia County, we will have more stripped students in school. I would like the two of you to serve as models for how stripped students should behave in school. Which is to say, without causing undue disruption. I know that legally you are allowed to engage in intimate behaviors of all types, but it is very difficult for students to concentrate in class when confronted with such displays. I would ask you to concentrate on your studies, pay attention to your teacher, engage in learning activities, and save the intimacies for outside of school. In return, I will do my utmost to convince your families that disallowing you two to see each other is not working out to anyone's benefit."

The dean held his hands together and looked at Ruth and Ryan in turn.

"Alright," assented Ruth. "Ryan and I will be absolute angels in school, but only for a week. If you can get my mother to change her mind, I'll be an angel in school until I graduate."

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The counselor had easily convinced Ruth's parents--her mother in particular--that her daughter should be allowed to see her boyfriend outside of school. The counselor explained that the law left the district little choice but to expel her if her behavior did not change. It was the remainder of the counselor's suggestions that proved convincing. Ryan's parents weren't worried about their son's activities, in or out of school, but were intrigued at some of the counselor's ideas.

So it was that Ruth and Ryan stood out front of the new Royal Jewelry, Spa and Tattoo Parlor for it's grand Lake City opening. As agreed, the two were to help promote the event during its grand opening. Naked, of course, the two teens cavorted on the sidewalk and waved signs to attract passing motorists.

"My daddy loves his stripped daughter," read Ruth's sign.

"Boys don't need clothes; strip him," read Ryan's tableau.

Behind them a huge banner read, "50% off everything in the store with every new Stripped For Florida. Strip your kid today."

Ryan was pretty happy with the deal. The money owed to the store had been weighing on him. To discover that all he had to do was wave a sign around for a long weekend was a great relief. Ruth thought the sign she was carrying was stupid -- her daddy didn't have anything to do with her being stripped, then or now -- but she understood the position Ryan was in and was cooperative enough.

The surprise came when their parents showed up. Ryan's parents arrived first, his brother and sister in tow.

"Glad to see us?" asked his brother, "Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" he asked, pointing at the sign.

"He's got a point," stated his mother, reading the sign. "We'll have to take care of that."

"What?" asked Mike.

"Hi Ryan," greeted his dad, "we're just going inside to have a look around, okay?"

"Yeah, sure!" His family disappeared inside. Turning to Ruth, Ryan said, "I didn't expect them to come today? That's weird."

"Not as weird as what I see," replied Ruth. Following her gaze Ryan saw Ruth's parents walking over from the parking lot.

"Hi mom, dad. What are you doing here?"

"Hi Ruth," replied her mother. "We came to pick up a few items that the counselor suggested."

"The counselor? From school?"

"That's the one," said her dad.

Ruth and Ryan looked at one another in confusion and then went back to waving their signs. Not a lot of people had stopped. A few motorists slowed down to stare. A naked teen was a definite novelty in Lake City, but it didn't seem as if the promotion was producing a lot of business or any newly stripped kids.

Inside Ryan's mother was examining a mannequin next to one of the jewelry displays. "Honey, come look at this!" Ryan's dad walked over, glancing down at the "jewelry" he and his wife had been looking at earlier. Until last week he'd never heard of such things. Now his son was going to have one up his ass! "Darling, this is what I want for Ryan. You just have to agree with me!"

Ryan's dad stared at the mannequin, unsure at first what he was supposed to be looking at. The plastic model of a teen was well made, nude tanned skin, pierced ears showing off earrings, pierced nipples showing off nipple rings, a broad metal contraption of some intricate design wrapping around a bicep--all sorts of expensive devices a parent could waste money on, he thought, now that the kid didn't need clothes. Always some way to make sure you spend money on your kids, Ryan's dad laughed sardonically to himself.

"You're not paying attention," commanded his wife, "THIS is what I want on Ryan!"

He looked down where her finger was nearly touching the mannequin. True to form, the plastic model sported an upwardly-curving hard on. The penis was modeled with realistic looking veins and was -- tattooed!

"A tattoo?" he asked.

His wife nodded. "Not just any tattoo, this one!"

The model sported an inch and a half intricately designed woven design around the wider circumference of the phallus. "Shit, that's got to hurt!" Ryan's dad blurted out.

"I'm sure Ryan can handle it. It will look so magnificent on him."

"But, the counselor stressed the importance of the . . . other thing," protested her husband.

"She didn't say we couldn't get both. Could you ask the manager if the two of them can go off duty so we can get this stuff done?"

Ryan's dad stepped outside. "The manager says you two can come in for a bit."

They followed him inside and put their signs down behind the counter. "Just this way," said Cinnie. She was the same woman who'd helped them in Gainesville, now in charge of getting things started correctly at the new location. She led them to a room a bit larger than the one where Ruth had her clit ring put in when they'd been at the Oaks Mall. The room looked very similar, with two matching dentist-type chairs, equipment, counters and tools. Ryan wondered what was going on. A second employee walked in, a young man with piercing blue eyes. "This is Dwayne," Cinnie said, introducing him. "He'll be working with you, Ryan, while I get started with Ruth."

The two teens were asked to sit in the matching chairs and were strapped in with what looked like double width seatbelts.

"What are we doing, going to the moon?" joked Ryan.

"You'll be going somewhere pretty special, pretty soon," remarked Cinnie. "Ruth, are you still a virgin?"

Ruth looked around the room. She was supposed to answer that in front of all these people, including her own and Ryan's parents?

"Well, we'll find out soon enough. Open your legs a bit . . . that's good." Cinnie pulled on a latex glove, snapped it tight and reached a finger into Ruth's vagina. Ruth gasped at the touch.

"I'm sorry. Is my hand cold?"

"Um, it's okay. I was just surprised."

"Feels like your hymen is still there. Can you feel how my finger is meeting a little resistance?" Cinnie wiggled her finger inside Ruth, who squirmed. "Some people call that your virginity. It's really just a piece of skin. It does get broken if a boy puts his penis inside you, but it can get broken by all sorts of other things, too. I'm going to break it for you today."

"But, why?" Ruth wanted to know.

"Your school counselor has advised your parents that it would be beneficial for you to have more sexual stimulation. I'm going to be giving you an upgrade to your ring and giving you a little vibrator to keep up inside you."

"My counselor? The same one who wanted me stripped?"

"I believe it is the same one, yes."

"Replacing my ring? But, Ryan gave me this one as a present!"

"We'll be upgrading it, not replacing it. I'm changing out the ball for a new one. But first, I'm going to gently ease this up inside you and break the hymen." Cinnie produced a long dildo and showed it to Ruth.

"Will that fit inside me?"

Cinnie laughed. "I guess you really are a virgin. Of course it will."

Without further ado, Cinnie placed the dildo at the opening to Ruth's vagina and slowly slid it up inside the girl. She began working the dildo back and forth, slowly stretching the skin of the hymen so it would break without pain.

In the next chair Ryan was also losing a form of "virginity." Having explained that the school counselor had made some suggestions regarding both himself and his girlfriend, Dwayne, had adjusted the chair so it would lie flat and flipped Ryan over onto his stomach.

"I'm just going to probe your backside here. It may feel a bit uncomfortable at first, but afterwards it will feel real good, I promise."

Uncomfortable was not the word, thought Ryan. In fact he unsuccessfully stifled a scream when Dwayne shoved what felt like a tree trunk into his butt hole.

"That was just my finger," soothed Dwayne. "I'm applying some lotion now and the dildo will go in much more smoothly."

Within minutes both Ruth and Ryan were being fucked by large latex-covered dildos. It would be untrue to say that the watching parents were not turned on.

"You know," observed Ruth's mother, "that counselor has some good ideas. I can't wait to get home so you can take care of me," she said, running her hand lightly over her husband's clothed crotch.

Dwayne and Cinnie began stroking in tandem rhythms while the two teens squirmed and writhed beneath them. Vibrators inside the dildos were turned on and Ruth and then Ryan began low moans that increased in intensity. Ruth let out a high pitched scream and clenched her legs together, bucking her hips up against the dildo that Cinnie continued to plunge in and out of her pussy. Thirty seconds later Ryan let out a loud groan and humped his backside against the invading dildo that Dwayne held tight up inside him, massaging the boy's prostate with the vibrating mechanism. Ryan yelled out again and again while Ruth continued to moan and scream.

Cinnie slowly withdrew the vibrator and grasped one of Ruth's legs and pulled it up, opening the girl's vagina.

"Keep your legs open and hold still," Cinnie instructed. "This is delicate work and I don't want to hurt you." With a small pair of jewelry cutters Cinnie reached carefully into the folds of Ruth's pudenda and clipped the ring. She slid the gold ball off and set it on the tool tray. Next she reached for a fine gold chain on the tray, and slipped the first link of the chain onto the ring. She carefully picked up a slightly larger gold ball, and slid it onto the ring. Holding the ring tight with a pair of small pliers she worked the ball to one side. With a small click the ring popped into place, held tight by the mechanism within the ball. One more item sat waiting on the tray, a much smaller vibrator than the large dildo with which she had just deflowered the girl. Cinnie picked it up and opened a fastener, through which she attached the last link at the other end of the chain.

Cinnie held the vibrator and turned around and grinned at the parents to get their attention. She slipped the device inside of Ruth, who gasped.

"I know, you're very sensitive still from cumming."

Cinnie picked up a small device, grinned again at the parents and pushed a button on its surface. Immediately Ruth began moaning and screaming and within a surprisingly short time was quite obviously enjoying another continuous round of orgasms. Cinnie switched off the device.

"Anytime you like, you can let her have the remote and play with herself. However, you'll probably prefer to have this in your own hands and switch it on whenever you want to get her attention. The gold ball has a little vibrator in it, but it rests right on her clitoris for direct stimulation. The bigger vibrator can stay up inside her. It can hang outside on its little chain when it isn't inside, so its always available if you want to slip it into her. This little device controls both!" Cinnie handed the remote to Ruth's mother. "Remember, share it with your husband. I'm sure he'll have fun with this, too!"

Dwayne was standing at the ready next to Ryan, who couldn't see what was going on behind him. Holding up a string of very loosely spaced beads, Dwayne nodded at the assembled parents. He reached down and popped one inside of Ryan's anus. Ryan gasped. One by one Dwayne popped ten beads into Dwayne, leaving a nearly invisible transparent flat disk peeking out of Ryan's anus.

"I introduce you," announced Dwayne, with mock ceremony, "to the best way to get your son's attention." He held up a similar looking remote to the one Cinnie had just handed over. With a push of the button Ryan's body jerked to attention, his head and torso lifting off the chair. Dwayne switched off the device and Ryan sagged back down, his breathing heavy. "Let me do this a little differently," said Dwayne. "Here, Ryan, let me help you up." Dwayne reached down and helped Ryan get to his feet. Ryan stood a little unsteadily. "You might want to hold this bar," suggested Dwayne, leading Ryan over to the wall where a stainless steel bar went all the way around the room. Dwayne pushed the remote button again and Dwayne arched backwards, his hips bucking forwards. Within a minute he was breathing hard and his penis looked ready to burst. Suddenly the boy let out a shriek and sperm arced across the room, spurting forth in jet after jet.

"Stop, stop, stop," screamed the boy as Dwayne stood watching him. The boy was clearly in an agony of pleasure, the beads inside him pulsing away on his prostate and sensitive anal canal. Finally Dwayne swathed off the vibrating beads and the boy slumped down onto his hands and knees his chest heaving as he attempted to catch his breath.

"Very effective," remarked Dwayne, handing the remote to Ryan's dad. "Remember to share!" Dwayne admonished!!!

"He will," replied Ryan's mother, "but, remember Dwayne, we're not finished with Ryan yet."

"No, we're not. Ryan," said Dwayne, leaning down and speaking close to the boy's ear. "When you've caught your breath I have one more thing I need to do."

Ryan looked up at the young man blankly. Dwayne reached for his arm and the boy let him guide him back to the chair. Strapping him in again, Dwayne reached down and hooked straps around each of the boy's ankles, keeping his legs apart. He took a cotton swab, added alcohol and swabbed the boy's erection. Ryan peered down awkwardly, wondering what was happening, but too overwhelmed to speak. Dwayne took a large apparatus from the tool tray -- it looked like a cross between an electric drill and a syringe. Still not comprehending Ryan watched Dwayne position it over his groin and switch it on. A moment later the boy let out a blood curdling scream. This was not at all like the shriek the boy had let out while reaching orgasm and the scream went on and on. Dwayne kept his attention on the minute details of his work, moving the tool slowly over the tight skin of Ryan's penis. He finally pulled the device away and looked the boy in the eye.

"Ryan, if you'll take some deep breaths I'm sure this is at a level of pain you can tolerate. I'm placing a very lovely Celtic knot tattoo on your penis. The better I can pay attention the nicer it will turn out. Since you're the one who's going to have to live with this the rest of your life, I think it would be wise to relax and let me do the best job possible."

Ryan stared at the man. Slowly the import of what he was saying reached his brain.

"Tattoo! On my penis? Shit, that hurts like bloody hell. Stop that right now!!!! Mom, dad, this guy is torturing me."

"Oh, honey," gushed his mom, "I'm so sorry. Your dad said it would probably hurt, but it will look so fantastic on you. I really want you to have this tattoo, so listen to what Dwayne is saying and try to stay calm. It would be terrible if he slipped with that thing and poked it into you too far."

Ryan's eyes got even wider at the thought that it could hurt even more, or worse, damage his penis for life!!!!

"Shit, mom. This is crazy!!!"

"Keep going, Dwayne. He'll stay calm."

Dwayne worked for what seemed like hours. Ryan was in a daze of pain, taking deep breaths, squeezing his mother's hand tight, trying to think of anything than the ever present piercing, buzzing, cutting, drilling feel of the tattoo gun. He felt close to fainting and wished he could simply pass out, but the pain was too insistent.

Ryan's mother watched in fascination. Ruth's mother, too, never took her eyes off the point of contact of needle and skin. The two fathers watched, but with more empathy for the pain the boy was enduring. Ruth watched for a short while, but was not at all as fascinated as her mother. Seeing her discomfort Cinnie turned the vibrator back on and Ruth spent the rest of the time that Ryan was being tattooed undergoing one orgasm after another as she writhed and bucked on the seat where she remained strapped in.

"Well, he won't be fucking for a couple of weeks," deadpanned Dwayne as he switched off the tattoo gun and placed it on the tray. Ruth's mom nearly swallowed her tongue at the thought of this boy fucking her daughter, but said nothing. After all, the counselor had said that being able to bring their respective offspring to orgasm any time the parents liked would do a lot to curb their children's enthusiasm for sex with one another. She hoped the woman was right.

With the torture session over, Ryan slumped into a stupor and within five minutes was fast asleep in the chair. Cinnie let up on the vibrator and Ruth went into a deep post-orgasmic sleep.

"Don't they look like angels when they're sleeping?" cooed Ryan's mom.

"Why don't we treat you to a glass of wine in our private showroom while your kids sleep it off," suggested Cinnie.

End of Part Five

(The End)