The Contract

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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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Jack is enchanted by fine cars and money to spend a week as a photographer’s model. He even gets to sign his own contract at the same signing his parents attend. Only difference is his parents know the whole story.

The Contract

By, Running Bare

I can’t beat this offer. Some guy my mom and dad know is picking me up for a week at a cabin in the woods. So, here I wait. Don’t know why I have to wear these shorts. They almost show my ass cheeks. They’re embarrassing. I absolutely hate wearing shorts. Especially these. Says this Steve guy wants me to wear them the whole time. Actually, I quit wearing shorts of any kind three years ago. Mom’s friends were always making a fuss over my “little boy legs”. “Oh, they’re so smooth and muscular.” Or, Mrs. Johnson’s “sculpted”. Whatever the hell that means. I gave up on wearing any shorts three years ago to avoid the embarrassment the comments caused.

Mom could have bought me some board shorts or something. She cut these damned jeans off so short I think my ass cheeks are showing. Let me feel back there. No, okay, no ass cheeks but almost. When I spread my legs, if it wasn’t for the underwear my dick and balls would be showing. So would the fact I haven’t gotten any hair down there yet. That’s embarrassing too.

Anyway, this Steve guy is going to pay me two hundred dollars to run around in the woods and let him take pictures of me? Hey, two hundred dollars? Not many other twelve-year-olds would turn that down. Once I get that in my tight fist, look out Game Stop, here I come!

I think I heard him pull up out front.

Holy shit! He’s driving a ‘Vette. Wow! I’m going with this guy and he’s driving a ‘Vette. Wonder if he could drive slowly past Jimmy’s house with the top down. I want to wave at him. Kinda’ rub it in.

He’s coming up the walk. I guess he’s got to talk to Mom or Dad before we go. Wonder what’s in that file he’s carrying. Oh well, I’ll get the door. Shit, a ‘Vette.

“Hi, you must be Jack, right?”

“Yeah, and you must be Steve.”

“I am. I need to get some paperwork signed by your parents. And there’s even one in here for you to sign. It says you’re about to become one rich twelve-year-old. Two hundred dollars, that’s a lot of money for a kid your age.”

I turned toward the kitchen. “Moooommm, Daaddd, Steve’s here. He needs to talk to you.”

I took him to the kitchen where Mom, Dad, and the coffee were. Steve then excused me. I didn’t think twice about it. Must be adult business.

I wanna go check out that car. It’s more interesting anyway. Wonder how long a patch that baby can lay down. Bet it really moves.

Steve’s voice broke my reverie, “Well, Jack, we’re ready to go.”

“You behave yourself young man. You do whatever Steve tells you. Got it?” Dad was pretty directive. But there’s nothing in that comment that wouldn’t be there even if I was going to a friend’s house for a sleepover. Standard mandate.

I’d forgotten the fact that my cutoffs were so short as we emerged through the front door. I could feel the warm sunlight as it engulfed my nude legs. My eyes were on the car. Steve carried the gym bag containing my personal items for the long weekend.

“I can’t wait to ride in the ‘Vette. Can we go by a friend of mine’s house? We don’t have to stop. You can just beep the horn.”

“If it’s not too far out of our way. We’ve got to get out to the cabin so I can start shooting pictures of you in the lake and woods.”

We took a slow pass past Jimmy’s house. He was in the driveway shooting baskets. Steve hit the horn. Jimmy turned around and I waved.

Yeah, it’s me. Eat your heart out, Jimmy.

We peeled out fast enough to give Jimmy a sample of the fishtail this car could leave and were off. Steve engaged me into chat about music I liked so he could appropriately adjust the satellite radio.

His hand is on my leg. He’s lightly rubbing it from the hemline of my skimpy shorts down to my knee. I’m kinda uncomfortable, but hey, he’s not acting weird or anything. Sure wish he’d take his hand off my leg. Oh well, he’s really not hurting anything. Feels kinda good. Too good, my pecker is starting to stretch out here. Maybe if I just ignore his hand and think of something else? Maybe my wiener will settle down.

“We need to get some tan on these legs of yours. I take it you don’t wear shorts outside a lot.”

“I don’t like shorts. I don’t like my legs showing.”

“Why’s that? They look like a prize-winning set of boy legs. ‘They’re well shaped and the muscles are definitely buff.” He patted my upper leg. “Why don’t you like to show them off? They’re perfectly fine.”

“I guess it’s people saying they’re good looking and all.”

“You mean like I just did?”

I don’t want to talk about it anymore. I’ve had the same argument with Mom many times. What is it with adults and trying to make me bare my legs?

“I just don’t like people looking at my body that’s all.”

“Well look at it this way, you’re going to be showing them off this week—all week long. And, you’re going to be paid for it. Maybe you’ll feel easier about it after this vacation.”

He patted me again.

Where the hell is his hand going? He’s sliding his fingers under the hemline not an inch or two from my ball sack. I’ll ignore it unless he goes further. He’s not moving it. Maybe I can fake adjust in my seat and he’ll remove it.

Yeah, that worked, he’s got both hands on the wheel now. Guess he was just not aware of almost encroaching on my ball sack. Now, if my dick would shrink back down. Thank God, I’m sitting and the tent isn’t very high. I don’t think he noticed.

Mom hates it when I say “dick” or “pecker”. She only allows “penis”. Guess that’s adult stuff. Wonder what Steve calls it?

When we got to the cabin, it was right at the lake. There was a line of them. All were little and painted in rustic traditional colors. Out the front door, the porch then the lake. Out the back door, the woods. It’s a veritable paradise for this kid.

Sure wish Jimmy was here. He’d love it and I could use the company.

“Let’s get started. Here’s the paper you have to sign. And then I want to discuss some of the things your parents signed.” He plopped a paper down in front of me. “This says I will pay you two hundred dollars, if you do as you’re told without a whole lot of argument.”

That’s not hard to sign. I’d do it anyway or Dad will use his belt to satisfy the adult when I get home. Besides I’m twelve and this is the first real contract I ever signed. Man, I feel like a grown up.

“Now we have a lot to get done this week. So, first we need to stock up on provisions. You can put your stuff over there in the corner and take your shirt off and we’ll run to the general store, first.”

‘Why do I have to take off my shirt?”

“You have to get tanner. It’s part of my contract with you. People don’t want to see a boy the color of milk. You’ll look healthier. The less clothing for the next couple of days the better. Just take the shirt off and put it over there.”

“What if they won’t let me in the store without a shirt on?”

“Look Jack, it’s a country store. Most young boys around here never wear a shirt. They’ll let you in.” He lifted my arm and jokingly added, “Especially if you haven’t grown hair yet.” Even I had to laugh at the tease.

He had to remind me I didn’t have my hair yet. None around my dick. None around my balls. And, yes, none under my arms yet. One good thing is my dick is getting bigger and my balls roll around in the sack. They didn’t do that very well last year. If Coach Fineman’s sex ed info is right, hair can’t be far off.

“Come on, Boy. We’ve got to get back here, eat lunch, and start shooting some pics. I’m not paying for sitting around.”

This is exciting. He’s actually putting the top down. Wow, without the top, the warm air is surrounding my whole body. The sun is really warm on my bare chest and back. Wonder what it’ll feel like when we start rolling down the road.

“Like I said, let’s get some sun on that body of yours.”

I’m not arguing. How often does a boy my age get to enjoy the benefits of a convertible? Not this one.

Guess he was right about boys and shirts. The older man running the store not only didn’t say anything about me being shirtless but seemed not to even notice it.

We got home and built our bologna sandwiches, piled on potato chips, pickles and poured Cokes. After lunch, Steve ordered me to remove my shoes and socks. That wasn’t as big a deal as the shirt. But I became aware that those short-short cutoffs were my only cover.

“Okay, Jack, rule one. No shoes, socks or shirts are allowed the rest of the week unless I tell you different. Understand?”

What the hell? I went to the store without a shirt and no one seemed to notice. How much should I be put out about bare feet? I can handle this. Two hundred bucks in the end. And, riding around in a topless ‘Vette? Fair enough.

If Mom or Dad found out I cussed in my head when I think, Mom would try to put soap in my brain. Quit smiling about that.

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Let’s go down to the lake. Let me grab my camera.”

We walked to the shore line. It was a cleared patch among some tall grass. No dock, but a row boat for sure.

“Can we use this boat?”

“Yep, it comes with the cabin. Maybe, if we have time, we can go fishing and I can get some shots of you fishing.”

I’d love that.

“Why don’t you wade out there and act like you’re looking for fish or frogs or something.”

The water’s warm but still refreshing. It’s lapping at my knees. Steve’s getting his kicks, I can hear the clicks as he takes the pics. Wonder why he just doesn’t use his cellphone camera. Why the big Nikon? Oh well, his money’s good so who cares?

Can’t see anything but sand down there.

“Hey, loop your fingers around the legs of your shorts and yank them up like the water’s too deep!”

“You’ll see my underwear if I do that. I’d rather not.”

“Just do it. Loop your fingers under the legs of your underwear too. Then you won’t see them. Just skin.”

“But…”

“No but’s just do it. I’m paying for it. If you don’t do it, it’ll cost you money and a session with the belt.”

The belt? Did he say belt? He’s not my Dad. He isn’t my principal. Where’d he get the idea he could whip me? The only men who can whip me are my Dad, my Grandpa or the principal at school. Yeah, and I’ve got it from all of them at one time or another. Mr. Adkins uses a paddle though, not a belt. And, he lets me keep my pants and underpants on. But still.

Shit there’s nobody else out here. Humor the guy. But wait. He’s taking pictures of me. Lots of people will see me.

“Pull them up higher.”

The shorts have a strangle hold on my dick, balls and ass crack as it is. He wants them up higher. I don’t think I can.

“Okay, great! Now walk around and keep looking down in the water. Remember, you’re looking for frogs.”

The bottom feels a bit squishy and I don’t see any frogs or fish or anything else. How long do I have to do this?

I joined Steve on shore.

“How’s the water feel?”

“Good. It’s not really cold. Just kind of cool.”

“You know if you take the shorts and underpants off, you can swim. There isn’t anyone about to see you.”

“I’m not going to take off my shorts and underwear. I don’t want to.”

Okay. Now it’s getting a bit scary. What’s this guy want? I kind of envisioned him heading there—the skinny-dipping thing and all. I’ll bet he’s going to try making me get naked while we’re here. Better avoid it…

“Let’s just go up to the cabin. I’ve had enough of the lake.”

That suggestion pissed him off a bit. “Two things, Jack. First, what are we going to do at the cabin? There is no wi-fi and the TV is ancient. But, most important, I’m paying for your time so we’ll do what’s on my agenda, not yours.”

“Just take off the shorts and you can keep the underwear on. Wade around a bit. And, we’ll pull the boat out.”

“Why do I have to be in just my underwear? Why can’t I wear the shorts?”

“People like to see boys in their most natural state. Do you shower after P.E. at school?”

“Yeah, but I wait until the other guys are done before I go in there. I wear my jock all the way until I get the water right. I pull it off real quick, soap up fast and rinse.”

“Why do you do that? I mean why not skip the shower?”

“I think coach would paddle me if he found out I wasn’t showering. Either that or he’d assign some other boys to strip me and take me in there with them.”

“Why are you so afraid of people, especially other boys and men, seeing your penis? I mean we’re all pretty much outfitted with the same equipment.”

“Even so, if I’m naked and you take pictures of me, EVERYONE will be able to see me.”

His next set of questions were quite embarrassing. “So? Let me ask you this. When you’re in the locker room and the other boys are taking off their underwear or jocks or just walking around naked, do you check them out? I mean do you take a quick inventory of their goods?”

I lied. “No, I’m not gay.” I wasn’t lying about the gay part, but the “no” was a definite lie.

“That’s funny because I bet every boy in your class has done a quick check of your junk. It’s unavoidable. When there’s a naked boy in front of you, I don’t care if you’re a man or woman, boy or girl, you’re going to check out his penis and scrotum. Might be a fleeting glance or a stare, but they will check him out. You’re no different. So, you’re lying right now. I bet you’ve checked out every boy in your class. There’s nothing wrong with that. In other words, people enjoy seeing boys being natural. You’ve got to get over it.”

The guy is relentless! He can’t take no as an answer.

“Let me ask you this. Is there a reason for you to be embarrassed about being naked? I mean is your penis a problem? Small? Large? Circumcised? Not circumcised? What is the embarrassing thing that keeps you so shy?”

I fell into a pouting spell and took a few minutes to answer.

I’m not answering that. My penis is a little bit different but not much. Mine is a little longer than most of the other kids in my P.E. class. He’s right I have checked out the other boys. I thought it was gay, but now I’m thinking everybody checks everybody else out. That makes me feel better. Really, mine isn’t that much longer. Maybe it’s the lack of hair. A lot of the other boys have hair, but, hey, I’m not the only one who doesn’t yet. Nobody makes any mention of it, but I can see them checking me out when I get caught naked. Never thought about the boys with the head covered by that skin. I mean like the other boys in class I’ve only seen an uncircumcised penis maybe two or three times in my whole life and that was at the community pool locker room not at school. Wonder why they cut the skin off the tip. Mom would probably say “so you can keep it cleaner”.

Mom hasn’t seen my penis in over a year at least. Two years ago, she had to put some kind of lotion on it to cure my poison ivy. That was embarrassing. She made me walk around without any pants or underwear on “so the air could get at it.” That was embarrassing enough to last the rest of my life. My penis was hard a lot because of the embarrassment. She invited Miss Phillips from across the street over to inspect the rash. My kid sister even got to put the lotion on and bring some of her friends over while I was naked. Talk about embarrassed. Maybe that’s it? No, I’ve been what my Dad calls body shy since I was nine.

I don’t know why I’m so against being exposed. I don’t even like wearing the damned shorts. I don’t like people saying things about my legs. Now this guy wants to know why I don’t want anyone to see my peter? Maybe it is the length thing. My balls are getting looser too. Last year was the first year we had to dress out for P.E. and take a shower after class. That’s when some of the guys started to call me “Long Dong”. I didn’t like that. Still don’t. Made me self-conscious. Maybe that’s it.

When we were in grade school, my best friend Eddie liked to feel my junk during sleepovers. I didn’t mind because I liked the feeling I got when it was hard. He and I played challenge games where one of us, usually me, had to stay naked and do things that risked being caught naked in the neighborhood. That was fun until we finally got caught by his mother.

That wasn’t the reason for my body shyness. No, I had it then too. If I didn’t have it running round naked after losing the challenge games wouldn’t have been so exciting. It has to be all those comments about my legs and the name calling about my penis.

“I don’t want to talk about this anymore.”

I sure hope he changes the subject. Oh, shit he’s rubbing my legs again. This time both hands are sliding back and forth from my knees to just under the hem of my short cutoffs. He’s going to make his play to feel my penis, I know he is. Hell, I’m hard as a rock at this point. I need to close my legs. Don’t let him in. It isn’t right for him to do this.

Great you’ve got the damned thing squeezed between your legs. No tenting.

Why’s he still rubbing my legs?

“You know I do want to talk about it. You’re much too modest for a kid your age. I think you are embarrassed by something that’s happening or has happened to your boy parts. If we can’t overcome your shyness it’ll be a problem for you. When you do want to talk about it, I might have some ideas to help you get over it.”

“I said, I don’t want to talk about it, Steve. Let it go.”

The following morning, I rummaged through my backpack. I looked for swim trunks but Mom apparently had forgotten them when she packed my things.

Wait a minute! Where are my underwear? That’s not like Mom. No underwear, no swim trunks? Just another pair of her famous cutoffs. Yep, short as the pair I’m wearing. Maybe even a little shorter. Guess I’ll have to wear the underwear I’ve got on now. They’ll be okay for three days. No t-shirts? Did I pick up the wrong backpack?

Unzip the front pocket. What’s this? A note…from Mom. “Have fun with Steve this week. He’s only trying to help you with things so do whatever he tells you. Daddy and I love you. Mom.”

What in the hell does that mean? This is the right backpack but its empty except for sunscreen, tooth brush, tooth paste, socks, and one of my ball caps. What’s she mean? Steve’s trying to help me. Help me with what?

Steve came from the kitchen to the living room which was serving also as my bedroom. “Jack, I’ve got to run to the store for stuff for supper. Wanna come or do you want to stay here?”

“No, I’ll stay here.”

“No swimming unless I’m home. No boat either. Got it? Just stay in the cabin or on the front porch. I’ll be back in a half hour or so. Need anything?”

“Nope. I’m okay.”

There he goes. What is Steve trying to help me with? Math? I’m a bit slow when it comes to math. Maybe that’s it. Why would we come here for that though? I thought he was paying me to let him take pictures of me. Maybe swimming lessons? I’m already pretty at home in the woods. Sure wish I knew what this is all about.

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He's back already. That was quick.

“Okay, Buddy, picture time. Let’s get out there and put some tan on you before we lose the afternoon sun. Maybe we can get some fishing in today, too. If you catch dinner, it’s save me a trip to the store tomorrow. You won’t need shoes or socks.”

Wonder what Steve’s got on his mind. He’s awful upbeat but, at the same time, he seems to be holding something back. Ahhh, he’s going to help me with fishing. That’s it. How much help with fishing does a guy need? Put the damned worm on the hook and drop it in the lake and wait. I like using a bobber I can watch as the fish plays with the bait, nothin’ to that. That’s why he had to run to the store. He bought the bait.

“Okay, I want some more wading pictures. Today why don’t you take the shorts off. I don’t want you getting them wet. You can change into them after you swim a bit and they’ll be nice and dry.”

I don’t like it. He wants me to swim in my underwear and change into the shorts? What’s he got in mind? If it was me, I’d make the boy strip naked. I wouldn’t let him wear underwear—no I’d make him stay naked. I’ll bet that’s where Steve is going with this. Nope, I’m on to him. Even so, I don’t have any other underwear with me. He’s just slowly undressing me. I don’t need to swim.

“How ‘bout, I just wade? I don’t need to swim.”

“How ‘bout you take the shorts off so I can get some shots of you swimming and wading in the deeper water. Really, Jack, I’m not asking. I want you in your tighty whities out there. Take the shorts off.”

My “tighty whities”? Never heard them called that before. Still, I don’t want anyone seeing me in my underwear. Swimming or not. I know they’ll become transparent as soon as they get wet. I’ve seen them do that on other kids and yes you can see their dicks, balls and asses once they’re wet.

“I don’t want to. You can see thru them if they get wet.” Think I’m stupid? You, shithead.

“I’m not asking. Lose the cutoffs. The see-thru stuff isn’t my concern. Listen, you signed the contract with me and it said you would follow my directions whenever I was taking pictures of you. You take the cutoffs off and wade waist deep and nobody will see anything. I don’t want your shorts wet when you put them back on.”

What the hell, he’s getting pissed. If I can stay waist deep, he’s right, nothing to see. Just humor the guy. Remember, Game Stop, two hundred dollars!

“Okay, but you need to promise, no pictures of me in my underwear.”

“I’m not going to promise that. How about no pictures of you in wet underwear, today? I might be able to do that, but, then again, maybe not. We’ll see how it goes.”

What the hell does “today” mean? Better hurry. Get the shorts off and get in the water. Someone is going to come by in a boat and see me. He’s going to take pictures of me anyway. Hurry, maybe I can limit him to one or two. Not frontal at that.

Look at him. He’s just filling that SD card like it’s going out of style. Maybe he got five or six shots but now its just bare chest and face. No legs or boy parts.

“Okay, that’s enough of these. Come on out.”

He’s put the camera back in the case. Cup the dick and balls while I come out. Wait a minute, my ass is clearly visible. What if someone comes by on the lake? Now what? I need to take off the underwear to put on the dry shorts. Where am I going to do that?

“You can take your wet underwear off and I’ll hang it on one of these bushes so they can dry.”

“I need to go back to the cabin to take them off. Where are my cutoffs?”

“I put them over there so they don’t get wet. You shouldn’t put them on yet anyway. You’re all wet and they need to stay dry. I don’t want you getting a rash or something. Just take off the underpants and sit over there. Nobody going to see you, if you sit over there.”

“What about you? You’ll see me.”

“Yes, Jack, I will. But that’s going to happen sooner or later anyway. I know what boys look like. I am one. Get over it. Now, get your ass over there and take off the wet underpants and give them to me. And, stop holding yourself.”

I got pissed and couldn’t help but let him know I knew his motive. “You just want to see me naked. Admit it Steve. You want to check me out.”

Wipe that smirk off your face, Steve. It says, “Caught”. I hit the nail on the head. What are you a pervert or somethin’?

“You’re right, Jack. I am interested in what makes you so body shy and, yes, I do want to check you out. No, I’m not perverted, just interested. Now take off the underwear or I will do it for you.”

This bush is not very good cover. Nobody can see me from the lake, but if they come up the drive to the cabin my full moon will be the first sight they see. What does he want me to do with the underpants?

“Got ‘em off? Hand them to me. And, quit holding yourself.”

Look at him, he is checking me out.

“Now that’s a nice size penis you have there. Why are you so embarrassed by it? Your sack is looking good too. Notin’ there not to be proud to flaunt. I don’t see why you’re so shy. Here let me have a closer look.”

Let go of the tip. Why are you stretching it out? Leave my balls alone. Who does that?

“From the size of things, I’d say the hair you’re waitin’ on isn’t far away. Your penis is a bit chubbier than that of a little boy. Your balls have loosened up. That pecker is a solid four and a half or five inches, and I do mean solid, or should I say hard?”

Dumb pun, the “hard/solid” remark. I caught it. Why are you holding my dick? Quit pulling on it. You are a pervert, aren’t you? Quit rubbing the tip. I’m going to try to pull away. I’m not comfortable with you playing with my junk. Actually, though, it feels kind of good when he touches my junk. Do I try to stop him or do I let him keep it up? I’ve never had a grownup showing this much interest in just playing with it. I think Mom liked the times she got to feel it when she cleaned it or put some kind of medicine on it. I really think she enjoyed forcing me to be naked in front of other people—friends, neighbors, my friends, my sisters and their friends and all. She hasn’t done that to me in a couple of years, though. I know she would if the opportunity comes along. And, Dad, yes Dad, he gets pissed at my hesitation to bare myself in the locker rooms at the pool and the YMCA. Yeah, he thinks it’s a sign of manhood to be unconcerned about walking around naked at such places.

Geezzz, Steve quit pinching the tip. Play with your own. No, let me spread my legs apart so you can keep rubbing it.

“Your voice hasn’t cracked yet, but it’s all coming together. Yeah, you’ll be there in the next six months or a year for sure. Nice, clean cut job, too. Skilled doctor.”

He’s intent on letting me think his intentions are on the up and up. Like he’s just explaining stuff. Oh, it feels great when he rubs my balls. Do I push him away? No, let him do that some more.

“Can I put my shorts on, now?”

“Not yet. Just sit here and air dry. We don’t need you getting a rash or anything. You gotta’ admit, it feels good sitting here naked. I remember when I was your age. Didn’t matter how skimpy the shorts or bathing suit, being naked was invigorating. I felt free as a bird and a bit naughty at the same time. After a few hours the ‘naughty’ part goes away. That is unless some prude stumbles upon you and puts on the fake disgusted act. If that happens, the guilt makes the naughtiness come back. Spread your legs and let that monster loose so he can breathe.”’

Weird as it seems, I do feel freer and naughtier. I like it, but I don’t. Go ahead and spread ‘em, he’s already seen and felt it so what are you hiding.

“Mind if I get a few pictures of you? Your parents will be impressed.”

I can’t believe he’s asking me that.

“No! No pictures.”

“Well, just not yet.”

What the hell does that mean? Not yet

“Okay, I’m dry now. Can I put my shorts on?”

I should have seen it coming. I suspected it might be the case.

“You know it looks good out.” He nodded at my still erect penis. “I think we’ll leave it out today. Maybe even for the rest of the week.”

“What?”

“I think we’ll leave you naked all day today. Trust me, you’ll get very comfortable hanging loose. Let’s put the boat out and catch some fish. What do you say?”

“Come on, Steve. Quit playing games. I need me clothes.”

“No, you don’t NEED your clothes. No hair down there, you’re allowed to go bare and I think we’ll keep you that way for the whole trip. Nobody’s going to see you, if you sit in the boat and fish, they won’t know you’re naked. Let me grab my camera and we’ll be on our way. Watch out Bluegill! We’re coming. Hey, if we run out of worms, we can use your worm as bait.”

Now I’m scared. This guy’s crazy. I need to talk to Mom and Dad.

“Before we go, can I call my Mom and ask her where she put my clean clothes?”

“Sure. Here ya’ go. Give her a call.”

That was too easy. He seems very confident especially since he’s got me naked here and isn’t allowing me to put any clothes on. Somethin’s fishy and it ain’t the Bluegill.

“Hi, Mom?”

“How’s it going with the photo shoot thing? You and Steve getting’ along?”

“Well, not really. You didn’t pack clean clothes in my backpack. Just tooth paste and stuff.”

“Did you get my note?”

“Yeah. It was nice.”

“What are you guys up to today?”

“Steve’s making me stay naked outside. Probably because there aren’t any clean clothes, but I don’t think so.”

He heard me and he’s still sitting there smiling while he’s looking out toward the lake. He isn’t a bit concerned about what I just told my mother. I know he’s listening. He heard me complain.

“That’s wonderful news. You’re naked and outside. I can’t tell you how proud that makes me. You know, young boys don’t need to be modest. Just enjoy your body this week. I can’t wait to share the news with Daddy. We kind of thought Steve’s photo session would help break your shyness.”

“You mean you guys knew he was going to make me stay naked?”

“Well, yes, we wanted him to do that. That’s why I didn’t pack any more clothes. You need to do whatever Steve tells you. Mind him.”

“Mooommm, you knew he was going to make me stay naked. You knew and you sent me with him. I want to come home.”

“Oh, Honey, you have six more days and you’ll be home. Just behave yourself and mind Steve and it’ll be over before you know it. Have his nieces come over yet?”

“What? Who’s nieces?”

“Steve’s. He was going to have his nieces over so you had someone to play with. That’ll be fun. One of the little girls is your age and the other a year or two younger. They both like to fish and tramp around in the woods.”

“You mean while I’m naked?”

“Yes, Honey. They’re just young girls. They need to learn about boys’ bodies. You let them play with you as long as they want to. It’ll be good for them and for you. Sure hope they get to come and spend a day. Now, behave and we’ll see you in a couple of days. Let me talk to Steve.”

I feel pale. The blood’s drained from my head. Actually, I’m in a bit of shock.

I handed the phone to Steve and listened one-sided to the conversation.

“No, I guess I didn’t discuss the contract with him. I just assumed you and his father told him.”

Told me what? Told me what they were going to do to me?

Steve continued, “No, we’ve gotten to this point quicker than I thought.” He listened. “I’m planning one this afternoon.” Another listening void. “I’m not sure I’m going to do that. We aren’t going to avoid other people and letting him do that would only set us back.” He chuckled, “Yeah, his penis is beautiful just like you said. I just wonder what it’ll look like when it finally goes flaccid.” Another pregnant silence. “Oh, no I’ll play with it to get it to stand up when necessary. You will have to do the same on occasion I’m sure.”

Play with it? My Mom? What are they talking about? Why is Mom in on this? If my mom and dad think they’re going to do this to me after I get home, they can think again. I’ll run away. They aren’t going to ambush me like this asshole did. Why are they siding with him?

“No, Valerie is going to drop them off tomorrow. She told them they’d spend the day with a naked little boy. They’re excited about it.”

Those kids are coming tomorrow. I’m going to be naked in front of them? I don’t think so.

“No, he’s been quite easy to work with. Haven’t had to take a belt to him once.” He winked at me. “But I will if I have to.”

Am I supposed to get the message? Well, it came thru loud and clear. You have permission to whip my ass if you feel it’s needed.

“Well, I promised you at minimum one hundred professional candid shots of him naked. Yes, seventy percent will be frontal shots. There’ll be a whole lot more than that.”

Mom wants dick pictures of me?

“Oh no, Valerie doesn’t care about her girls being in the pictures. Yeah, there’ll be plenty with the girls in them. Caitlyn, the older one, likes to play doctor with the boys. She’s going to love Jack’s penis. I don’t think she’s played with, excuse me, EXAMINED one as long as his since I’ve been doing the therapy. She’s gonna love playing with it. Crystal might be able to get some playtime in too, but her older sister kind of rules the roost.”

This doesn’t sound good. I could just sneak out tonight and stay gone. Where could I go? I’ll no doubt be naked. I can’t go anywhere. Maybe I can come up with a plan before those girls get here. There’s gotta’ be something I can do to avoid such a visit. Maybe I can pretend to be sick. He’d have to take me home and the girls would be SOL.

“No, I’ll have him call you tomorrow night. I’m sure he’s going to complain. And, yes, I can upload some images of the playdate for you. Is Mister Carter enjoying this as much as you?” A short pause. “Great. I…we won’t disappoint. Talk with you tomorrow.”

Now what? Steve’s got a serious expression on his face. Why’s he spreading my knees apart?”

“Move your hands. I want to talk to you.”

What do my hands have to do with listening to you? Oh, that’s it. You’re feeling my penis. Is that part of our “talk”? You are a perv, aren’t you? Better not say it. He literally has the upper hand and no telling what he’ll do.

“Jack, you and I didn’t discuss the contracts your parents and I signed and I guess that was on purpose. But, you signed a contract with me too. Other than the two hundred dollars, what do you think was in yours?”

“That you’d be allowed to take pictures of me.”

“Let’s look at it together. See this part? ‘I understand that I will have to allow nude photographs to be taken in order to collect my payment. Any problems will result in lowered payments, spankings, and/or both.’ Didn’t see that, did you? Look, look right here.”

This is why Dad always says “Read what you’re signing.” Too much adult shit. Guess I better start listening better to his advice.

“I knew you were going to find a way to complain to your mother this afternoon. I didn’t care. We, your mom and dad and I, had a contract too. Basically, it stipulates that they would allow me to take you for up to a week and photograph you. Here read this…”

‘We agree to allow Steve Jursic to photograph our son both clothed and completely naked. We agree all images will be his property to do with as he wishes. It is understood the bulk of the images will be of our son nude and engaged in various non-sexual activities alone and with others. He will be required to share all images with us. We may negotiate the destruction of any image we find unacceptable. In addition, we agree to pay him six hundred dollars for his therapeutic intervention to deal with our son’s body shyness.

Mr. Jursic and/or adult or child agents he may appoint are permitted to physically contact any of our son’s body parts as often and for as long as necessary for therapeutic purposes.’

I looked up signaling him to point out another paragraph.

‘As evidence of our son’s progress, it is expected that he be returned completely naked after the therapy week.’

“Don’t miss this part.”

‘We agree to follow all prescribed activities recommended to further and maintain progress in changing our son’s modesty attitude which will include, but are not limited to, public and semi-public nudity, and daily tactile interventions such as massage and genital fondling. Oral or anal penetration with any object or body part will not be permitted under the conditions of this contract.

All provisions of this contract will expire upon the appearance of pubic hair.’

Steve leaned over my shoulder and put his finger on the contract. “Jack, this last paragraph is really important for you to understand.”

‘We agree should discipline be necessary Mr. Jursic is permitted to use corporal punishment (belt), time out, restriction, public exhibition or any combination of these options to correct misbehavior.’

I sat silently as a tear trickled down my left cheek.

His phone rang as we were preparing for lunch. I’d finally lost the erection I had from being stark naked.

“Oh, hi, Sis. Yeah, I was looking forward to introducing the girls to Jack. Yeah, he’s naked and will be that way for the next five or six days.” Silence as he listened. “Well, I did want some pics of the girls coaching his penis back to a stiffy. Have they ever been able to handle a young boy’s penis before?”

He’s grinning. I’m not.

“Sorry to hear that. Well, I guess we could run by after lunch. Yeah, I think he’d enjoy that. Bet it’d be new to him. How many city kids have done that?”

Done what? What is it a city kid hasn’t done?

“What do you say, about three. We could stay for dinner. He and the girls could play in the barn. I could get some shots of the three of them playing in the hay loft. Yeah, that’d be perfect.”

After the niceties he hung up.

“Jack, I have a bit of a surprise for you. There’s been a change in plans. My nieces can’t come, but we’ve been invited to their house. Have you ever ridden a horse?”

He lifted my legs and sat in the middle of the couch lowering my legs across his lap. He forced my legs apart and began rubbing my boy parts. My dick responded and slowly unraveled until it was stiff. It was awkward laying on the couch, over Steve’s lap as he massaged my junk.

I’m supposed to want this to stop, but it feels so good I really don’t.

I spread my legs as far apart as I could to allow Steve unhampered access to my penis, balls and hole. He continued to stimulate me acting like he was completely oblivious to what he was touching.

He’s talking but I can’t hear a word he’s saying. Why are we taught that letting people touch our ‘private’ parts is wrong? I don’t want Steve to stop. But I still don’t want anyone else to see my equipment and he’s intent on making that happen.

“No? I never rode a horse.”

But I must admit it sounds like fun. If…

“After lunch tomorrow we are going to my sister’s ranch. It’s about forty minutes from here. She’s invited us to come over and ride with the girls. It’ll be fun.”

It might be fun but from what I took away from this side of the conversation, I’m not sure.

“Can I wear some clothes?”

“No, Jack, I’m afraid from now on you’re a naked model for my shoot. When we go, you’ll be riding naked.”

“Why don’t we just stay here and we can go fishing, or something?”

“I want my nieces to see that penis of yours. They’ve got very little exposure to seeing and exploring naked boys. I think it’ll make for some interesting photos. Don’t you?”

What the hell? He admits he wants his nieces to feel me up? I kind of suspected it, but there it is. I know he kind of likes feeling it when he’s trying to make it stiff for his pictures and shit. But now he’s admitting he wants his nieces to feel it too. Just imagining it is making me hard. I don’t want to go to this ranch place, but maybe I do. My heart is racing a bit and I’m breathless, but I’m scared too. I don’t really want to go.

“No. I don’t want people seeing me naked. I don’t want to let your nieces or anyone else to feel my boy parts. I want to just go home.” A single tear rolled down my left cheek.

“Well, son, that ain’t gonna happen so you can forget it. We will go and you will ride with the girls and you will let them play with your penis and ball sack. No getting around that. After a while you’ll get used to it. Ridin’ can be a lot of fun. Can’t believe at your age you’ve never ridden a horse before. Guess that’s true of most “city” kids. I have to admit, few boys your age have ridden while naked. I’m kind of looking forward to the photo opportunities that’ll provide. You won’t have any problems if you’re careful of where you keep your balls. You know there’ll be a lot of bouncing up and down especially during a trot. Might land on one of your nards and squeeze it between your leg or ass, and that hard saddle. But you’ll eventually get the technique down right.”

What the hell is so funny about that? Why is he grinning about the last part? Is it supposed to scare me more? Well, it did. What the hell does he mean the “technique”? Has he ridden horses naked? This isn’t pleasant to think about. Put it aside until it happens. He’s just pulling my string. He’s not going to make me ride horses naked, is he?

“Okay, Jack, tomorrow’s tomorrow, today’s today. We still have some photographing to do. I want to set some ground rules for the week. The first rule is you’ll be totally naked for the entire week. I doubt you’ll see any kind of clothes barring a hat and maybe your shoes for more than a few minutes on any day.

Second, do you remember us discussing that EVERYBODY will always check out a boy’s penis when he’s naked?”

Am I supposed to respond to that? I don’t think so. He’s rolling my dick around between his fingers. It’s weird but I kind of like it. Just let him finish.

“Well with that in mind, I want you to always keep this baby where it can be seen. I want it in most of the photos and I want it to be seen by as many people as possible. So, you will never, ever cover it up. You won’t put your hands in front of it, you won’t tuck it between your legs, you won’t hold things like towels in front of it. You will always make sure it’s clearly in view, whether it’s hard or soft. Understand?

Better nod that you understand. I think he’s expecting a response. Might as well ask it now and save time.

“Do I have to let people touch me down there?”

“Only if I tell you to let them. If I give them permission to feel your penis and balls, you will allow them to. I won’t let them do anything that would hurt you. If I haven’t told you to let them, like I will when we visit the farm tomorrow, you can ask me. But you will always let them take pictures of you. And, you will always make sure your penis is up front in the pictures they take. A very handsome kid like you and a healthy penis is what they want to remember and share with their pictures. It should make you proud, not embarrass you.

How about I put the top down and we drive into Conway to Mickey D’s and get something to eat?”

“Can I wear something? If the top’s down people will see me.”

“Oh sure, let me get you something to wear. Here you go. Here’s a ballcap. Put it on so we can go. I’m hungry. Remember legs spread and no covering no matter who or what comes our way.”

This is scary and embarrassing. I just want to go home.

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