Naked Handcuffs Chapter 2
by Dare Fenwick

copyright 2006 by Dare Fenwick, all rights reserved
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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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NAKED HANDCUFFS is not a bondage story. It merely refers to the subordination of boys in a female dominated society.


Chapter 2: Tommy Gets Measured

It was a warm sunny afternoon and breezes flowed lazily through the open windows of Mary Finlon's courtroom. Before her that day was the petition from Janet Foster for court mandate that her son Tommy remain naked permanently for his teen years. The petition argued the time honored mantras of the Society of Ruling Women. It was signed by Janet and Kevin Foster, the latter being coerced through his clever wife's manipulations. Judge Finlon welcomed parents whose ideas mirrored her own about boyhood modesty and had no trouble approving any reasonable request.

"As far as permanent nudity is concerned," said the Judge, "I can only grant court approval for the summer. You must renew your petition for further extensions." Tommy sat with his parents and two sisters in the front row. He was somehow relieved to know that his naked time was only to last the summer. Still it brought a strong feeling of anxiety in the boy.

Tommy fidgeted uncomfortably as he recalled the dreaded afternoon when he surrendered his dignity (and body) to his younger sisters. His boyish face flushed hotly as he remembered their relentlessness. The girls had gotten him on his back and aroused him sufficiently to cause an erection. Erika's small fingers were toying with his pee hole as she held his glans between her thumb and forefinger. Tammy, meanwhile, was fondling his newly descended testicles, feeling each one through the wrinkled skin of his pinkish sac.

Tommy blushed inwardly as his recollections moved on to the point where the girls brought him to orgasm, causing him to ejaculate clear seminal fluid onto his belly. It was his first wet cum and it frightened him. The twins thought he had urinated but their mother assured them it was a natural boy-thing and not to be concerned.

"Thomas Foster," called Judge Mary Finlon, startling the boy from his reverie. "Come forward, please," she said. Tommy rose and approached the bench of Judge Finlon. As he drew closer he became increasingly aware of her age. She now looked older and scary somehow. Tommy stood looking up at her. "Thomas, your parents feel that boyish aggressive behavior is linked with adolescent modesty. In your case they find you over-dressed for your age and feel, as this court does, that removing clothing will bring about a more harmonious state of being and, Hopefully, a less belligerent nature."

Judge Finlon's words passed between Tommy's ears like so much mumbo-jumbo. He knew he was doomed to a summer of naked humiliation and this judge was going to make it official.

"Mr. and Mrs. Foster, is it your wish that this court decree your son to remain naked for the next sixty days?" asked Judge Finlon.

"It is, your honor," answered Tommy's parents in unison. Good, thought Mary Finlon, the husband seems weak as milk toast and may become a good candidate for a new SRW program aimed at the adult male parent.

The judge continued, "Pending a full physical examination and penis measurement, Thomas Foster shall hereby remain naked for sixty days." Without so much as a gavel drop, Tommy was sentenced to a summer of embarrassing prospects. "Bailiff," said the elderly judge, "Please come forward and remove the boy's clothing and get his penis up for measuring."
The officer, a middle aged man of 40, stepped in front of Tommy and began the undressing process. He seemed to enjoy his job, working deliberately and without haste. This only exacerbated Tommy's feelings of impending dread. His shirt was unbuttoned and removed. The boy's pants were unbuckled and brought down in one swoosh along with his brief white underpants. Tommy felt the rush of air on his exposed genitals, which made his skin crawl. The bailiff backed Tommy to the court stenographer's table and sat his bare ass only a foot or two from Melanie Sternbow, a 30 year old spinster. The tall thin redhead had seem dozens of cute boy bottoms in the process of being birthday suited. Melanie's tumescent nipples flinted into nuggets of raw excitement as Tommy Foster's bare behind presented itself within arm's reach.

The bailiff lifted the boy's feet and pulled each shoe off. This allowed Tommy's pants and underwear to slide easily off his tanned legs. Tommy stood now wearing just his socks, which seemed absurdly superfluous at the moment. Every eye in court was trained on the boy's delicious looking boyhood as silence filled the room. Next Tommy was spun around facing the table. This time it was his cute boy dick that faced Melanie Sternbow and the secretary gave Jasper Williams, the bailiff, a look of appreciation. Leaning over the table, Tommy felt the officer lifting each ankle with knee bent. One after the other the boy's socks were shucked like corn husks. At that breathless moment, Tommy's nakedness was complete and utter.

"Is he going to stay that way always, Mom?" asked the inquisitive Erika Foster.
"Yes," whispered Janet Foster, lost in a moment of sublime reverie.

The next procedure was a tradition in Mary Finlon's court. It involved the measuring and recording of the naked youth's erect penis, for rather dubious reasons one might suspect, but the judge had the final word and any spectator could conclude that male embarrassment was the justifiable end result.

The bailiff went into a squat to the side of Tommy placing a latex exam glove on his left hand. With his right, the officer began a thoughtful unhurried fondling of the boy's genitals. The bailiff's thumb and index ringed Tommy's smallish penis while the other three fingers jiggled his balls from the underside. The embarrassed boy immediately rose up on his toes as Jasper Williams squeezed him. The officer then began to apply friction to the sensitive region where head and shaft meet.
Becoming a bit impatient now and expecting Tommy to have responded with a boner by this time, the bailiff whispered for Tommy to reach behind and spread his buttocks. The boy obeyed almost at once. He placed his youthful fingers on the cheeks of his ass and parted them. Instantly the bailiff stuck his first two fingers up the lad's behind, finding the rosebud of his anus and pushing them into Tommy's rectum. The blushing naked boy let out a squeal which broke the somber silence of the courtroom. After renewed vigorous stroking, Tommy Foster's penis reached a full erection. Jasper Williams dropped the used glove into the waste basket right at the feet of Melanie Sternbow and reached for the measuring stick.

"Oh, oh can we do that ma'am?" begged the ever precocious Erika Foster, raising her hand as though she were in a classroom.

Mary Finlon looked up with a smile. She was delighted the boy's sister had interrupted as it afforded another opportunity to humiliate her charge. "Step forward you two. Are you sisters?" asked the judge.

"Yes, ma'am, twins," answered Erika. She and Tammy moved into the open area before Judge Finlon's bench. The girls, wearing backless sundresses and sandals, were the epitome of juvenile girlhood.

"How old are you girls?" asked the judge. "We'll be ten in October, ma'am," said Erika trying to make the two of them seem more grown up. "That's splendid, young ladies. You shall both measure your brother's penis," remarked Mary Finlon, gloating inwardly at the mere thought of two youngsters holding the organ of their sexually aroused brother. Tommy Foster felt a tear forming in the corner of his eye as his sisters approached him. He sniffled and tried to hold his emotions within. Erika held her brother's penis by the tip attempting to stretch it to the max. Tammy held the measuring stick against Tommy's pelvic bone and laid it on the boy's stiff erect organ. The penis measured barely four inches, but from underneath it was four and a half.

The top length of Tommy's penis was noted and duly recorded by Melanie Sternbow and the Foster twins were dismissed with the thanks of the court. As the girls took their seats, Officer Williams was busy wheeling in a medical chair not unlike a doctor's examination table in style. A white coated woman of perhaps fifty walked in. She had the bearing and appearance of a doctor and indeed was the court's medical consultant. It was her task to give the judge her opinion of Tommy's overall medical health and was preparing to examine the naked boy before the entire group of spectators.

Tommy shivered as the strange chair was set up. Harriet Smith, M.D. took a stethoscope from her lab coat pocket and without a word ran the instrument from the boy's chin to his balls. After a few perfunctory procedures she turned to the bailiff saying," I'd like him placed up here." Dr. Smith indicated the seat with wave of her hand and Jasper Williams, cupping his right hand under Tommy's crotch, lifted the boy into a sitting position. The chair back was brought to a full upright position and Tommy's hands were placed through nylon loops at the sides. The restraints were ostensibly for the patient's safety but no one mistook their obvious use.

Tommy looked down at the iron rings held on protruding arms and confirmed his earlier suspicions that they were meant as some kind of foot rests. A moment later his bare feet were placed into them. They were cool to his warm soles but not as uncomfortable as they looked.

"What are those things for?" asked Erika of her mother. As Tommy slid into position with his knees now at chin height, Janet Foster answered, "They're called stirrups, dear, foot rests for Tommy's little tootsies." Janet was ecstatic at the outcome of the proceedings so far. She was convinced that the SRW's adolescent nakedness program was the right decision for Tommy.

It turned out that the medical exam was just a thinly disguised excuse for Harriet Smith to drain Tommy Foster's balls of semen. The wide eyed spectators in the court rustled furtively, breathing heavily as the doctor extracted the last drops of prostatic fluid from the boy. It was a key reason why Judge Finlon's court hearings on boy nakedness were so popular. As Dr. Smith squeezed the final droplets of semen from Tommy's body, Erika imagined herself in endless hours of fun with her brother, playing doctor. She was dominant sister, but Tammy acted to complement Erika and was just as enthusiastic as her sibling in matters of boyhood exploration.

Other boys whose cases had not yet been heard cringed in their seats as they watched naked Tommy Foster humiliated to the extreme. Janet looked around at the boys Tommy's age. She smiled inwardly at the thought of them naked, their penises of various shapes and sizes bobbing about. In fact ninety minutes later, Janet's expectations were realized as a dozen bewildered young males stood stark naked before Judge Finlon. Each child was flabbergasted by his unfortunate fate and bore an expression to match. Three of the lads were slated for punishment and as the proceedings ended, the Foster family stopped to see them reclined upon the spanking stand. Tommy stood uncomfortably by, trying to cover himself, as he watched the first boy lying upon the inclined board and having his small genitals stuffed into a stationary jockstrap. The legs were spread out like a specimen under a microscope and the long strap laid upon his buttocks over and over until Tommy lost count.

The other two boys were spanked while lying on their backs, feet raised in an ignominious position of infancy. Like the first boy, they had their legs spread into an obscene V's, leaving them vulnerable to the lash. Occasionally, clothed spectators and townspeople would comment and smirk at Tommy. He pretended to ignore it until he came face to face with some of his schoolmates of the opposite gender.

"Look, Tommy Foster's naked," screamed an excited teenager named Abigail Richards. Immediately girls who knew Tommy were staring and pointing at him. Worse were the whispers and giggles that ensued. The boy turned red with shame when one girl blurted out, "Look how little it is!"

Inside the quiet and empty courtroom, Judge Mary Finlon sat rereading Janet Foster's petition. Mary concluded that the mother was a confirmed believer in the SRW's operational agenda. The judge noted Janet's address and decided to pay her a visit.

End chapter 2

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