A Birthday Means a 'Bare' Day 1 - Austin's Reluctant 11th Birthday Performance

By HumbledBareBoy
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Copyright 2022 by HumbledBareBoy, all rights reserved

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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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Austin's Reluctant 11th Birthday Performance”

The boy looked up at the clock on his wall, noticing that it had just hit 11:15 A.M. Austin Miller could not help but chuckle briefly at the sheer silly coincidence of it — Eleven, the same age he was turning today: The 3rd of April! He had some mixed feelings about his birthday today. On one hand, like any boy, he was excited simply because it was, well, his birthday; naturally, he could expect a party, presents, and various other kinds of treats. On the other hand, he was much less excited about certain birthday traditions that his parents insisted on observing. This reluctance and vague dread – which Austin had oddly not felt at any of his previous birthdays, including his 10th, exactly one year ago – weighed very heavily on his mind.

Maybe it was because he was just getting older, but regardless, he was not looking forward to the knock that would come to his door very soon. Austin knew his parents would be at his door, any minute now, entering the room, ready to set the standard birthday tradition in motion. Sure enough, at around 11:17, he heard it — knock knock!

Austin went ahead and meekly called out to them in response, “Come in...” Not that it actually mattered because they would enter, either way. He decided to go ahead and stand up to face his father and mother, as they opened the door and came into the room. Nicholas, Sr., and Cathy Miller closed the door behind them and faced their preteen son. At nearly 4′10″, and relatively slender but not “skinny,” he was certainly growing up to be a fine boy, indeed!

“Happy birthday, son!” Mr. Miller warmly greeted Austin.

“It’s your 11th,” added his mother. “What a big day, huh?” He nodded and smiled weakly, in response to them both.

Mr. Miller then decided not to delay the inevitable. “Son, you know the preparations perfectly well by now, so let’s not dawdle, all right?” The older man stared down his now 11-year-old son, intently, leaving no room for disobedience. “Now, Austin, take off your clothes, and place them on your bed — neatly, too!”

This was the part Austin was dreading. As long as he could remember, whenever he or one of his brothers had a birthday, their parents would come into the birthday boy’s room — sometime between 11 and 11:30 AM — at which point the young fellow was ordered to strip completely nude in front of them both, after which they would instruct the boy to go take his shower. All this was in preparation for the boy’s eventual “grand entrance” into the family room downstairs — at noon, sharp — where his parents, siblings, and other relatives would be waiting to greet him.

The boy — be it Austin himself or one of his brothers — would remain in his “birthday suit” for the rest of the day, until bedtime that night. His parents strongly believed this state of full exposure offered deep personal value to the birthday boy, something to do with “revisiting innocence” and “dissolving barriers”, or...whatever. Inevitably, it was also in this fully-exposed state that a boy would submissively present himself to receive his birthday spanking — which would not be a fun or playful one, either. On the contrary, it was absolutely intended to be as painful as any punishment spanking, with the promise of an emotional catharsis, induced by his own pain and tears!

Up to (and including) his 10th birthday, although the spanking naturally had still hurt, Austin had not really felt modest about disrobing in front of his parents in his room, and he had even been fine with walking out and putting himself “on display” for the other family members present. Once he stopped sobbing and recovered from his spanking, the boy had simply played and frolicked completely naked, spending quality time with his siblings and cousins, without one care in the world! This year, however, Austin felt differently, and he had (unsuccessfully) already attempted to talk his parents into letting him forego the tradition — hopefully permanently!

The preteen decided to try and plead his case, just one more time. “Mom, Dad, come on! I don’t want to do that any more!” he insisted. “I’m too old to go naked in front of you guys...it’s embarrassing!” Austin firmly believed that, by 11 years of age, he was damned well entitled to his privacy, so far as his body and “boy parts” were concerned. Besides that, he simply did not want the traditional bare birthday spanking, either; he just wanted to have a normal birthday, fully-clothed, with all of the usual party accoutrements.

Mr. Miller looked to his wife and shook his head, before turning back to his son. He took the boy by the shoulders and stared firmly into his eyes. “Austin, you know perfectly well we’re not changing our minds on this. It’s just standard tradition in our family, ending after the boy’s 15th birthday. This is how it works now, and also how it will continue to work — for you, your brothers, and your boy cousins, too!.”

Austin’s mother spoke up and added, “Presenting you to the family in your birthday suit is not just us being ‘mean,’ to embarrass you, either — even though it may seem that way.” Her son was not convinced. Mrs. Miller continued, “The whole idea behind this is a family bonding experience. Baring your body to your family, means baring your inner self to all of us, as well. Dropping barriers and presenting yourself, in a state of innocent and pure openness!

His father added, “By being with the family, as nude as the day you were born, you are also allowing yourself to be vulnerable — and returning to a state of ‘innocence’, if only for that one day. It’s about openness, and humility, and the shedding of false self-image.” After a brief pause, the man continued, “Especially considering how some boys — like you, son! — frequently take ideas like ‘modesty’ and ‘privacy’ to veritable extremes!    It just does boys good to occasionally bare their bodies around family, and thereby learn to accept being nude in front of others.    Sometimes, unfortunately, certain boys need to be pulled along, no matter how much kicking and screaming they do...”

“Besides,” Austin’s mother added, “this is your family. There’s no need to be shy or modest around us. We don’t care how your body looks, whether puberty has started or not, or anything else. It’s a reminder to let yourself be, like your father said, vulnerable.”

In response to this, Austin just rolled his eyes and looked away, prompting his father to grasp his chin and turn him so they faced each other. “Son, we’re trying to be gentle about this, but you’re going to have to obey, either way. Either you do as we say and take off your clothes now, or they’re going to be taken off of you, and you’ll get a spanking up here, right now!

The 11-year-old gulped and felt afraid, at the thought of this. Although he had an “independent” streak, he also knew not to test his father’s patience too much. In this family with mostly boys, Mrs. Miller left the physical punishment of their sons to her husband — who Austin knew perfectly well could deliver a very painful spanking, if so inclined. The boy started to realize, he could not change the situation, and he didn’t want to endure any more than he was facing.

Austin looked up at both his parents and nodded. “Okay,” he relented, before hesitating.

After a moment, his father spoke up, “Well? Get on with it!”

The reluctant preteen started by taking off both his shoes, and without his parents saying anything, lined them up beside his bed. (Austin figured he could get in their “good graces” somewhat by putting his clothes aside, neatly...) He then sat on his bed and pulled off both his socks, rolling up each one individually and placing each into its respective shoe.

Although it was already April, the weather was still relatively chilly, which meant Austin was wearing jeans instead of shorts. With a brief second’s hesitation — but no more! — the boy unbuttoned and then unzipped the jeans, letting them fall to the floor. Underneath the jeans, he was only wearing a pair of basic white boys’ briefs — often affectionately referred to as “tighty-whities.” His legs were perfectly smooth and mostly untanned, from the previous winter season, and he felt a little self-conscious of his hairless body, even though he knew, at least intellectually, that it was perfectly normal not to have reached puberty yet, by his tender age of eleven.

He looked up at his mother and father, briefly, already feeling more than a little exposed — before folding the jeans somewhat neatly, and placing the upon the bed. Since he was wearing only a basic t-shirt, bearing an image of his favorite superhero — Spiderman, naturally! — the preteen just unceremoniously took hold of the bottom and pulled it up over his head and completely removing it– briefly showing his hairless underarms in the process. Even though the t-shirt was a fairly casual item, he folded it also, to the best of his ability.

The 11-year old was then left standing, in front of his mother and father, in just a pair of briefs — and not at all looking forward to removing those, as well! Underwear was not the worst thing because it was more or less what they would see when he went swimming or something, but Austin absolutely did not want to sacrifice his very last remnant of bodily coverage! He took a moment to glance at his reflection in the mirror. The boy had a full head of dark brown hair that ended a little bit below his ears, and he was rather proud of it for two reasons: First, everyone thought it was “cute” and made no secret of their opinions, and second, it was inspired by his childhood hero, Harry Potter, even if Austin himself did not actually wear glasses to match.

The 11-year-old boy then glanced back up at his parents, his lip starting to tremble. The boy willed his hands to the waistband of his briefs, slipping his fingers into them. Mr. Miller looked his son in the eyes and nodded, silently directing the boy to finish disrobing. With an audible sigh, Austin pulled the white briefs downward — all the way past his hips and thighs, now fully exposing his prepubescent boy parts — and let them fall to the floor, right before picking them up and placing them with the rest of the pile of clothes, atop his bed.

Austin’s hands instinctively moved to cover his front, but his father shook his head and immediately walked up to the boy, pulled his hands away, and firmly placed them at his sides. Mr. Miller then rejoined his wife, and they both took a moment to notice their son’s development. “Son,” Mr. Miller began, “you should at least be happy that you’re developing at a normal rate.” With no hands to cover himself, Austin’s smooth boy parts were clearly visible — a soft little pecker about 1.5″, above a small, modest pair of balls that the scrotum pulled tightly to his young body. Other than that, the preteen was relatively slender, with some slight and “boyish” musculature in his arms and chest — a natural result of his baseline level of physical activity.

Needless to say, the boy was mortified and self-conscious, being in this exposed state, denied even the basic comfort of covering himself! Mrs. Miller then spoke up, “Now, Austin, it’s time to go take your shower. I know I don’t have to tell you this, but be sure to wash thoroughly and get yourself nice and clean! Your dad will be in there soon, to check on you and inspect you for cleanliness, before we join the rest of the family in the living room...” Austin was at least grateful for that basic level of dignity, as it was less embarrassing than if she were coming in there later, to give him a full-body inspection!

“All right...”
the boy replied softly and nodded, immediately exiting his room and heading into the bathroom. At least, he was thankful he was allowed to shower by himself, seeing as being bathed could have ended up even more humiliating still! Austin stepped over the side of the tub and pulled the curtain to, and then he turned the hot and cold knobs on. When he was satisfied with the temperature, he pulled the rod to turn the shower on.

The warm water rushing over his young naked body felt nice, Austin thought, as he began to wash his hair – which took a bit of time because he had a full head of it – then rinsed and conditioned it, before proceeding to wash his body.

Austin looked down at his hairless boy parts and was not entirely sure whether it was bad or good that he had not started puberty yet. On one hand, most boys were naturally eager to begin that process and have their bodies mature, particularly certain parts becoming larger and growing a bit of hair, too. On the other hand, the preteen had also learned more about the “family tradition” when his oldest brother, Tony, had turned 14 — back in February of this year...

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The then still 10-year-old Austin had been sitting on the couch, in the family room, with his other older brother Nicholas Jr. (or “Nick”) and their sister Amanda. His Uncle Luke and Aunt Rachel were seated on a love-seat nearby, while their three sons (and Austin’s cousins) relaxed on the floor. At the dinner table, which was already set up and decorated for Tony’s birthday party, were his Uncle Matthew and Aunt Jennifer, along with more cousins — their five children! Along with all the rest of the immediate and extended family, Austin awaited his parents bringing out his brother, to present him to the gathered guests.

Not a moment later, the double doors to the family room swung open, and in walked both parents, Mr. and Mrs. Miller, with their newly 14-year-old son standing between them. Tony was completely nude, as was traditional, and the young teen stood there with both hands held behind his head, making eye contact with his guests — though the discomfort was evident in his eyes.

Like his youngest brother in the present day, Tony was not enjoying being fully exposed, in front of everyone. It was not only the nudity that bothered him; the young teen’s embarrassment was exacerbated by his weight, as well. While Tony was not obese, or anything like that, he was still quite a chubby boy! Although the 14-year-old had muscle on him, his whole body had a layer of padding, too. Tony’s arms and legs were on the thicker side, a combination of some musculature plus the moderate body fat over it.

His broad, rounded shoulders led down to a well-cushioned torso — soft pectorals crowned with quarter-sized nipples pointing out a little bit, making them more obviously prominent than either of his younger brothers had. Further down Tony’s torso, was a soft and rounded stomach, with a pair of slight love handles on either side of his body, above the waist. From the back, his chubby torso and thicker thighs met at a striking pair of plump, soft, rounded buttocks. As the family would shortly observe, those fleshy cheeks would slightly, but visibly, jiggle as the impact of the smacks reverberated.

Unsuccessfully, Tony had begged his parents for a “reprieve” on the nudity, on account of his weight this year, that it would be far too embarrassing. His parents refused this plea, reminding him that “Chubby boys in this family receive the exact same treatment as the skinny ones!” If anything, this was all the more reason for Tony to bare his body, to remind him that he need not be bashful in his family’s presence and that he would be accepted and embraced, all the same!

Austin could not help but take a moment to look over Tony’s plump nude body, but he suddenly noticed something different about his brother: Below the neck, Tony was also completely devoid of any body hair whatsoever! His arms and armpits were completely bare, and he had no pubic hair, any more; the 14-year-old’s legs were also completely smooth and hairless. At the time, this confused Austin because he knew Tony was well into puberty and normally had some hair in all those areas. What was this...?

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The next day, after Tony’s birthday party, both Austin and Nick had been quite curious, so they asked their older brother about this scenario — though Nick, at least, had already suspected what was most likely happening here. Tony confirmed Nick’s suspicion: In addition to performing the standard cleanliness inspection, their father had also shaved off all of his body hair! (At least such as puberty had given him, by that point...) This was another facet of the family philosophy of returning the boy to a state of freshness and innocence on his birthday: Removing body hair, as a method of symbolic “age regression.”

At this, Austin had immediately recalled their cousin Hunter’s 13th birthday, back in August of the previous year. Like Tony more recently, Hunter had appeared before the family with no body hair whatsoever, completely smooth below the neck. Austin then asked Tony about that, and his older brother confirmed that Hunter had also experienced the removal of his (limited) body hair by his father, their Uncle Matthew.

Back in the present, Austin reasoned to himself that, on the other hand, he was lucky because — at least for this year — he would only have to endure the brief post-shower inspection by his father, however mortifying it may feel. The 11-year-old knew that his brother Nick was already nervous about his own 13th birthday coming up, in a little over three months, in July! Based on their conversation, he knew Nick was dreading the prospect of a bodily shaving as part of his next birthday ritual — if puberty took hold and made itself known. Then again, considering the “addition” to the family birthday spanking ritual, that each boy experienced once he turned thirteen, Nick obviously had other things to worry about...

So, Austin could at least take some small comfort in that, he supposed.

A few moments later, the preteen had finished his shower and turned the water off. He stepped out of the tub and onto the bath mat, in the process grabbing a towel and proceeding to dry off his hair and body. Once the towel had taken as much water from his hair as possible, Austin decided to take the hair dryer and finish the job the rest of the way — being as thorough as possible, on account of his hair’s fullness — and with perfect timing, it turned out! Almost the instant Austin had shut off the hair dryer and put it away, the bathroom door opened, and his father walked in. Not even bothering to put up any semblance of a protest, the boy turned to face his father; knowing the drill; he placed both hands behind his head and spread his knees shoulder-width apart, eyes facing forward but pointed slightly downward.

Mr. Miller walked up to his nude son and started to inspect his whole body, inch by inch. He examined Austin’s armpits and chest, moving his gaze down the 11-year-old’s torso, all the way to his prepubescent little “boy parts.” He grasped the little pecker by the head, lifted and moved it around some, and then felt his son’s hairless ball-pouch, too. The father then continued downward, looking at both legs. He stepped behind his son to examine his back and knelt down to where his head was fairly level with the boy’s round little behind. “Son, please bend over and spread your bottom open for me.”

“Okay, Dad...” Austin bent over and pulled the cheeks widely apart, while his father peered more closely and lightly ran his finger up and down the groove, pausing for a moment, with his fingertip resting directly on the tight, puckered little “boy-hole.” This part was particularly embarrassing for him, but at least it was over quickly because his father was satisfied the boy was clean. Thankfully, Austin had never shown any problems, whatsoever, with basic personal hygiene!

Mr. Miller patted his son on the back and said, “Okay.” This let Austin know he could stand upright again.

“Yes, Dad,” 11-year-old replied, as he rose from the floor and turned to look at himself in the bathroom mirror. Austin pondered the reflection of his exposed, hairless body. The figure that stared back was him, but at the same time, it was not! Austin could recognize his face and body, of course, but the naked boy staring back at him looked quite unfamiliar — like someone else, who existed in another life.

The preteen came out of his head and back to reality, as his father placed both hands on his shoulders — guiding him out of the bathroom and into the hallway, where his mother was also waiting. Mrs. Miller could readily observe the mixture of both sadness and nervousness on her son’s face, so she took hold of his chin and tilted his face upward, to make eye contact with herself. “Austin, I know you feel bad about all this now, but it’ll be okay, I promise! Difficult experiences sometimes make no sense at the time, but in the years to come, you begin to understand what it all meant...”

His father added, “Besides, you are still yourself, with or without any cover or clothing. You are Austin — a beloved son, brother, nephew, and cousin — regardless of any superficial things on the outside. The entire purpose of the family birthday ritual is to remind you of that and really drive the point home...even if you, like your brothers and cousins, struggle so deeply with it, in the moment.” Experience had borne out the wisdom of this for both parents — as well as their immediate in-laws, parents to their nieces and nephews, all of whom were waiting in the family room.

They gave Austin a moment to process their words, and then Mr. Miller spoke up once more. “Okay, son, it’s time...and by now, you know what to do — understood?

Austin silently nodded and walked over to the double doors of the family room and stood directly in front and center of them, placing his hands behind his head. His mother took her place on the boy’s left side, while his father stood on the right. The 11-year-old took a deep breath of air, as each parent pushed one of the double doors open, to the gathered siblings, aunts, uncles, and cousins.

Immediately, the gathered family members collectively shouted “Happy Birthday!” to their newly-revealed brother, nephew, and cousin. It was all rather overwhelming for Austin, only exacerbated by what his father demanded of him next...

“Austin,” Mr. Miller instructed, “keep your hands in position, but go over there, and stand with your back against the wall.”    While Austin did so, his mother handed her husband a camera, which the man took with him, quickly pacing over to join his youngest son. “Good, Austin!” his father praised, while getting himself into position, maneuvering the camera, and trying for the best possible angle and distance.    “Now, son, face forward and look directly ahead, right into the camera lens!” Mercifully, at least, neither his parents nor his aunts and uncles required the boys to actually smile during this process, thank goodness, so Austin just stared into the lens — every bit of humiliation and discomfort fully evident on his face!

The first photo had been a full-body nude shot of the 11-year-old, only for his father to embarrass him even more by next walking up to him and taking multiple close-up shots, too!    Austin had found two of the shots especially mortifying: His smooth underarms and pubic area! He was grateful when Mr. Miller finally set the camera down and stepped away, even though he also knew that camera would be back, before too long.    Now, once again noticing the numerous gathered family members, staring as intently as always, Austin almost physically feel their eyes upon his very own naked skin!

The boy instinctively closed both eyes, ever so embarrassed to make eye contact while so fully exposed. It was not just the fact of his nudity, but also having to stand with his hands behind his head, pretty much actively displaying his body to them. Of course, this was against the birthday rules; the parents required that the birthday boy swallow any self-consciousness or embarrassment and look other family members in the eye, just as he would in any other situation. Austin’s father immediately noticed this, and he gave his preteen son a sharp slap, upon the bare buttocks!

Austin’s eyes immediately shot open from the surprise impact, and he could see the focused, attentive gazes of all his gathered family members. His aunts and uncles, of course, were merely smiling affectionately — as if his exposed naked body were absolutely nothing remarkable. Whereas his brothers and some of the cousins made a point, perhaps on purpose, of looking his exposed body, thoroughly up and down. It now turned out, however, that poor Austin actualy had a much more serious problem, far more distressing than the simple discomfort of eye contact...

He felt a familiar sensation down below, and became even more nervous — as well as dismayed that...this would happen. Right here and right now, of all possible places and times! Sure enough, Austin’s little boy peter was getting hard and standing up tall, right there in front of everyone — his normal, flaccid 1.5″ now standing and growing to a slightly larger 2.8 erect. He desperately wanted this to go away, but it was almost like his increased anxiety only made the little boner stand at attention even more!

Austin almost moved his hands to cover it up, but he thought better of it. He knew the rule to keep his hands in place for the time being, for which he would receive extra punishment (in addition to the birthday spanking) if he were to violate it, no matter the reason! The adult family members, of course, saw what was happening and easily picked up on the boy’s discomfort. His Uncle Luke, seated at the dinner table next to Aunt Rachel, was the first to speak up in reassurance, “Hey, there, little guy! Don’t worry about it — okay, buddy? You have nothing to be embarrassed about!”

Uncle Matthew added, “Austin, your Uncle Luke’s absolutely right! This is a perfectly normal and natural thing that happens to all boys! As you go into puberty, in fact, you’re just gonna be getting even more of those!” Austin’s parents and the other adults nodded, in agreement, as Mrs. Miller stepped forward, taking hold of her youngest’s bare upper arm, then leading him back over to the wall.

“Mom?” Austin nervously asked, in all his confusion.

“Well, obviously,” his mother explained, as if the entire idea were self-evidently unproblematic, “this is a good time to go ahead and get the next photos out of the way, all right?” From the nearby table, she picked up the camera, in one fluid motion, while continuing to pull her nude, preteen son — little boner sticking up at full-mast — to the wall.    “Now, Austin, just go ahead and press your back to the wall again, and then stand in the pose, just like you did before!

Naturally, every single person in attendance knew exactly what “the next photos” entailed.    The previous photos had all been taken while Austin’s little member was passively resting flaccid, but now, this second set of photos, from the exact same distances and angles, would be taken — this time, with Austin (very reluctantly) displaying his full, albeit modest, little erection for all to see and appreciate!    The two full-body nude shots, in particular, would be merged side-by-side into a single, larger image — to be professionally framed and mounted, very openly, on the living room wall — viewable to anyone there, be it family or outsiders!

Several of the family members, almost without thinking, turned to gaze up at the three rows of framed photos, forming the centerpiece of that particular wall!    The first row of frames, along the top, featured five paired photos — for Mr. and Mrs. Miller’s oldest son, Tony, from his 10th through, most recently, 14th birthdays!    In each frame, from each birthday, Tony was standing adjacent to himself, completely nude and his entire body hairless, with both hands behind his head; in each left-side photo, his little pecker was hanging soft and limp, whereas he had an erection, in every accompanying right-side photo!    The second row down, dedicated to their middle son Nick had only three frames — from his 10th, 11th, and most recently 12th birthdays.    Finally, youngest brother Austin row only had the one, single frame, displaying a pair of photos from his 10th birthday, one year ago, though it was obviously soon to be joined by today’s 11th birthday photo pair.   

It goes without saying, of course, that his aunts and uncles all had similar walls — in their own family homes — displaying similar photos for all of Austin’s boy cousins, in faithful observation of the long-time established tradition.    Again, this yearly “visual record” was predictable, almost the same from year to year!    The one exception, of course, involved the photos on each boy’s 12th birthday, specifically, where the day’s events would, for that one year’s observance, bring humiliation not only on the “birthday boy” himself but also his brothers, too...

(During this process, Mr. Miller was inconspicuously walking over to the shelving unit in the corner of the family room. He pulled open a drawer and reached inside, to pull out a 3.5x16 flat, wooden object — the official “birthday paddle”!)

However, while the adults had at least tried to “be nice” about the birthday boy’s unceasing inconvenient erection, it unfortunately looked like some of the younger family members, really, didn’t get the memo to be considerate of Austin’s embarrassment...as several of them — boys and girls alike — were looking and surreptitiously giggling or snickering. Though they made sure to be discreet about it, so they themselves did not get into any trouble. At least the kids’ parents understood that childish amusement could not be held to quite the same standards as adults’ own reactions...

Though they tried to hide it, the siblings’ and cousins’ stares and giggles were still fairly noticeable. Although all of this naturally embarrassed the birthday boy even more, Austin could not help noticing that his cousin Daniel, Uncle Luke and Aunt Rachel’s middle son, was actually not laughing — instead merely giving him a look of sympathy and understanding.    Most importantly, of course, this was due to the extremely close, emotionally intimate, and loving relationship between the two cousins!    Since they could crawl, the two boys had been practically inseparable, and family photo albums feature countless childhood pictures of the two, asleep on the floor, snuggling in each other’s arms.    In all honesty, Daniel and Austin were even closer to each other than to their very own siblings, which the family just...understood and accepted.

As their childhood years passed, that bond would reveal itself to be far more than merely familial, with Austin and Daniel even being each other’s first kisses, too!    By the age of ten, the boys had also started to experiment with one another sexually, deepening their already powerful pre-existing emotional bond with this newly-found physical closeness, in addition!    Of course, their shared sense of compassion and solidarity was even further bolstered by the fact even the cousins’ very birthdates were so close together! In fact, it just so happened that Daniel had experienced his own 11th birthday party, just a little under a week ago, on March 26th! With his own nude birthday exposure being so recent and fresh in his mind — and everyone else’s, too! — it only made sense for Daniel to empathize with his slightly younger cousin’s current predicament, if only because the day was all too recent within their memories, as well as everyone else’s!

That utterly mortified look of humiliation, and embarrassed blush, had covered Daniel’s face less than a week ago, and it was all over Austin’s face now, too!    Normally, the tradition would include a 5-10 minute interval, preceding the time-honored birthday spanking, for family members to come over and examine the birthday boy’s naked body — to observe how he has grown over the past year, admire the boy’s youthful beauty, etc. However, in the present moment, Mr. Miller decided it would be kinder to his son to “rescue” him from his present “erect” situation, by carrying out the spanking now. Experience told the father than any “hard” problem would be far gone, after Austin’s upcoming intense, painful birthday paddling...

Mr. Miller walked over to the dinner table, grabbed one of the empty chairs, and pulled it into the center of the family room — right before turning to his son and stating, “Okay, Austin, we’re going to go ahead and complete your birthday paddling, right away!”

Austin was now facing his father, maintaining his standard “hands-behind-head” position. This now felt more surreal than it ever had, even just a few moments earlier. The boy was more fully self-conscious than he had been all day — pretty much actively displaying his nude body to his father and everyone, at full mast, no less! Even more embarrassing, considering that he was fully stiff, yet did not even reach or surpass the 3-inch mark. Finally, he was not certain why his father was moving the spanking up to right now, but he nodded at the man, “Okay, Dad. I guess we’re doing it...” His little erection seemed to bounce up and down, though almost imperceptibly, in agreement.

The boy’s father then asked him, “How would you like to receive your paddling, son? We can do it like previous years, and I’ll sit in the chair, where you can lay over my lap. Or, you could take it standing — just bend over the chair and grab on.” The man hesitated a moment, before adding, “Austin, it’s your choice.”

The preteen looked intently at both his father and the official birthday-spanking paddle; either position was going to be painful. The wooden paddle was also adorned with multiple holes — meaning the impact would just land that much more sharply and harshly! Austin thought for a second about both positions, before realizing that “over-the-lap” was more of a “little-boy” position, whereas being spanked standing felt more “grown-up,” mostly because he had observed teenage boys being spanked in such a manner. This helped him decide, “Okay, Dad, let’s do it standing up!”

Mr. Miller nodded and came over, placing his hand on Austin’s shoulder and guiding him to the chair’s front. “Now bend over, and reach your hands around — and grab the chair’s legs or back rails. Whichever gives you the best grip and keeps you secure.”

Austin’s hands ended up finding the point where the chair back connected to the seat and legs — tightening both fists into a firm grip. Meanwhile, his father was taking up a position behind the 11-year-old, determining where to stand, so the paddle impact could land on his son’s bare buttocks with just the right amount of force. Neither too much nor too little! The birthday boy, for his part, was steeling himself mentally — as he could already “sense” his father making some practice swings.

“Austin,” began Mr. Miller. “I’m about to start, and your job here is to count out each one. There will be the first eleven, to correspond to your age this birthday — and then the traditional ‘one to grow on.’ Do you understand?” To which Austin silently nodded — steeling himself, as best he could, for the first impact.

The father brought the paddle back, and then sharply swung it forward, landing it right across his tender young flesh of his son’s bare cheeks, with a resounding crack! As soon as it made contact, Austin immediately yelped loudly: “Owwwwww...ohhh, god! ONE!” He could barely let himself imagine that there were ten more coming, along with the one additional after!

Mr. Miller observed the pink outline of the first strike, already beginning to arise, but he could also tell there was no actual damage or injury. As always, it would be painful, but the boy would be fine, very shortly afterwards. He then drew the paddle backwards and brought it down a second time...landing almost flush with the pre-existing area of pink! “Owwww, it hurts!” the preteen cried out, as some tears obviously began to take form. TWO! he desperately shouted.

As Austin took a moment to tilt his head up, and look his mom in the eye, he was at least a little comforted by a sympathetic nod from her. His father also thought to briefly stroke his son’s hair and run his fingers through it for a measure of affection, before pulling back the paddle again — and landing it a bit further down for a third strike.

Met, of course, with another loud wail from his pained boy: Aaaaaaaaaah, god! THREE, Dad...it’s three!” As more tears ran down his cheek, Austin was clearly and visibly struggling, in any and every possible way. Once again, Mr. Miller observed redness upon the boy’s buttocks, just to be certain the impacts were painful yet not injurious. The boy’s father had predicted correctly, too, because Austin’s earlier embarrassing hard-on was, for the moment, a mere distant memory.

Naturally, as the paddling progressed, the 11-year-old’s already raw buttocks felt the pain, ever more severely, with each impact. Austin’s tears began to flow ever more readily, as his nose also became stuffier with his sniffles, and his intermittent yelps of pain turned into sustained, ever-louder crying. Yet the birthday boy knew the rules, and he found it within himself to keep calling out the count for the FOURTH, then the FIFTH, followed by the SIXTH, SEVENTH, and EIGHTH!

That entire time, only one lone boy was expressing an obvious, visible, and highly audible reaction: His cousin Daniel, also sobbing softly, in his own sympathy for cousin Austin...

Otherwise, the whole family was respectfully quiet as they observed the ongoing spectacle in their presence. Their nude, slender, 4′10″ birthday boy — son, brother, nephew, cousin — was sobbing so loudly and struggling to maintain his standing position over the chair. Austin tightened

both his hands’ grip upon the chair, as his hairless young legs started to tremble more visibly.

His father reassured him, “Ok, son, it’s only going to be the three more — to bring the count to eleven — plus the last extra one.” He reached forward to affectionately rub the crying boy’s sweaty upper back in a comforting way. And then the man drew the paddle back for a ninth time, before swinging it forward with a loud echoing SMACK!

Followed by a reverberating TENTH smack on the 11-year-old’s now bright red young cheeks; if not for the general wailing and moaning, you might not even be sure if he registered it. Austin could not even cry out this one, though, and he only barely managed to softly whisper “Ten...” as his whole body quivered.

Almost finished, the paddle retracted and then landed for the ELEVENTH blow. Another desperate yelp released from within the boy’s ever-louder crying, which had resumed somewhat, and ever more freely flowing tears. In relief it was almost finished, Austin desperately wailed, ELEVEN, Dad! Ohhhh, God, Daaaad...I can’t TAKE it...”

Austin’s father then winded the harsh, holed paddle back further than any blow previously, as it was tradition for very last one to be the hardest --and, thusly, to fully cement the ritual! The final “one to grow on” would be easier on the boy, however, in at least one sense: The birthday boy would not be expected to call out this one!

So, of course Mr. Miller decided to put some extra force into the final one — just to drive the point home — while still taking care to land the implement appropriately and cause no injury to his son.. So when the paddle finally landed on the thoroughly tenderized and reddened skin of the 11-year-old’s smooth globes of flesh...SMACK, it went – as the powerful crack of the impact resounded and reverberated across the room. A couple of the on-lookers could have sworn they saw some objects in the room vibrate for a split second...

Aaaaaaah...Ohhhh, noooo! Gooooood!” As the birthday boy’s strength finally failed and his legs gave way, Austin’s father immediately caught and took hold of his young son. He expertly maneuvered himself to sit in the chair, placing both hands under his the boy’s arms and physically lifting the sobbing and sniffling preteen, right onto his waiting lap. Austin instinctively pulled his legs up towards his body and wrapped both arms around them, as his father hugged him tightly and caressed his bare, sweaty upper back.

This was something the fathers in the family always did for their sons, post-spanking, without fail. Even as the boys grew into teenagers, they could still count on their devoted fathers to take the lead and give them this affection and comfort, just so that they could process all their feelings — both physical and emotional — and begin to “come down” in their own natural time. Austin himself took great solace and security in knowing, implicitly and unquestionably, that his father was there for him, while he recovered...

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Just as Austin was finally beginning to truly compose himself, his father held on and steadied him as he began to stand up. But then, the boy had a strange feeling, looking down to notice something most unexpected! The inconvenient and embarrassing erection from earlier, all too soon, was now coming back, and just like before, it would be on full display. Even after the spanking, the birthday boy was always required to remain in his naked, exposed state — for the rest of the day — and still forbidden to cover himself!

The ashamed preteen groaned and mentally willed it to just go away, but his little boy peter only hardened more — once again reaching it’s 2.8″ fully-erect state. Feeling both mentally and physically exhausted by now, he just looked up at his family, with that familiar uncomfortable expression on his face. They did want to help him, but they were not exactly sure how.

In the process, neither Austin nor the others had noticed his older brother Nick getting up and leaving the room, until Nick returned to the party, a moment later. The soon-to-be 13-year-old was carrying something in his hand, and he walked over and took Austin’s wrist, leading his younger brother over to the spot beside the couch, next to the wall — coincidentally where Nick had been sitting in his own chair, just a bit earlier.

At 5′1″, Nick was a bit taller than Austin. The two brothers looked into each other’s eyes for a moment before the older spoke up, “Ok, little bro, I know it’s embarrassing getting hard here in front of everybody, but I think I know exactly what you need.” In response to Austin’s confused expression, Nick revealed what he had brought back to the family room with him: A container of hand lotion. This particular brand, it was mutually acknowledged amongst the brothers and their boy cousins, that it was especially good as “jack-off lube.”

In a house with three sons, who were all preteen or older, it was more or less an open secret that the boys all masturbated quite frequently — often several times within a single day! Naturally, as a basic courtesy, the parents and sister would act like they had no idea, but there was no illusion or denial about the fact, either. Austin now realized what his brother was suggesting, “Wait! You seriously want me to jerk off, right here in the room! In front of everyone?”

With a smirk, Nick nodded. “Why not? I mean, we’ve all seen your little boner, so there’s really nothing more to hide or get embarrassed about. We all play dumb, but everyone obviously knows — I do it, you do it, and so does Tony!” Nick then added, “I bet even Dad does it!” Mr. Miller felt a little embarrassed as his wife, siblings, and in-laws all discreetly chuckled.

Not sure of what to do or think any more, Austin looked at his brother for a moment, before replying, “Well...ummm, okay — I guess...”

Sensing his younger brother’s uncertainty, Nick pulled up a nearby chair and took a firm seat upon it — then pulling the nude birthday boy down with him, right atop his waiting lap, at the very same time! The older brother then took off his own shirt, exposing his smooth bare chest. (Tony, along with some of the cousins, attempted to look more closely — just to see if they could detect even some light wisps of hair in Nick’s armpits, but they found none! Would he grow some “boy hair” before turning thirteen, like Hunter had, or would he remain as bare as Austin was now?) He scooted backwards onto the chair’s, until he was firmly against the tall and sturdy chair-back — next turned outward into the room, while directly facing the rest of the family. Finally, Nick spoke to Austin. “C’mon, little bro...” he encouraged, pulling his brother up closer against himself, until Austin’s bare back was fully pressed against the soft, hairless skin of Nick’s chest and stomach.

Although Nick was not as chubby as Tony, he still had some “baby fat” that gave his chest and stomach a moderate amount of soft roundness. The almost 13-year-old knew lots of people found it “cute”, so he was generally quite comfortable going bare-chested around others. (“Cuddly,” many people agreed.) For his part, Austin also enjoyed the slight softness of Nick’s body.

This warm sensation, of his brother’s bare skin against his own back, breathed some extra life into Austin’s ongoing erection, and although it got no larger, it somehow seemed to grow harder! Austin felt Nick’s hand grab his wrist, and some goop fall onto his open palm — the hand lotion, of course! Nick then set the bottle down, and moved his hands around front to rest on his brother’s smooth, hairless thighs...beginning to caress them slowly and sensually.

To Austin, the situation was feeling even more surreal now. On one hand, it felt really, really nice to lean back against his brother’s warm body and have his legs rubbed so sensually; the 11-year-old was even more turned on, and he almost wanted to just relax and melt into his brother’s touch! On the other hand, Austin glanced up for a moment, to meet the expectant gazes of his very attentive family members! The horny part of him wanted to start jerking off, right then and there, while the modest and embarrassed part of him would prefer to just...vanish!

Nick noticed Austin was taking his time, so he stepped up his own game. He moved his hands from his younger brother’s legs and wrapped both arms around his torso, pulling Austin tighter against his own body — and then maneuvering both hands to his brother’s slender, young chest and started to pinch and rub the boy’s dime-sized little nipples! Nick whispered in his brother’s ear, softly, “C’mon...do it!

Austin drew in a quick breath and softly moaned, “Oh God!” Indeed, that was all the stimulus the preteen birthday boy needed, to get himself started. He immediately clasped his right hand, the one with the lotion, firmly around his hard little pecker and began to slowly stroke it up and down. It felt so good! The only thing making it better was the sensation of his brother Nick, holding him tightly and continuing to touch his body that way! Caressing his chest, stomach, and legs — right before going back to stimulate his nipples some more...

The birthday boy continued to stroke, looking downward at his own body, and then occasionally looking up to meet the gazes of his parents, along with his aunts and uncles, not to mention his other two siblings — and Tony seemed to be particularly enjoying the sight! Finally, his generous bevy of cousins... naturally! This was not his first nude birthday, but it was absolutely his first time masturbating in front of any audience — never-mind his own family!

(For their own parts, his family members only seemed to smile lightly and occasionally nod in approval. As if to silently encourage the boy, Go ahead, sweetie. It’s your birthday. Enjoy yourself!)

At that point, as Austin continued to jerk himself off, he felt Nick’s right hand move down and take hold of his hairless little balls, slowly and gently kneading them, occasionally letting his fingers subtly explore the cleft between his younger brother’s smooth cheeks. Although Nick thought he was being discreet, others did actually notice, simply deciding it was still okay and so let the matter pass without acknowledgement. In a remarkable contrast, Nick relocated the very same hand to Austin’s head, affectionately stroking and then running his fingers through the boy’s hair, garnering several soft moans of contentment.

However, their father then spoke up, first addressing his middle son, “Hey, now — don’t be so shy there, Nick! I have a feeling your little brother would very much enjoy someone playing with his little bottom-hole, attentively touching and stimulating him there. Isn’t that right, Austin?” Mr. Miller then asked, swiftly turning his focus to the birthday boy.

“Uhhhh, actually....well yeah, Dad!” Austin finally managed to reply, panting and twitching, sweating as he continued to furiously masturbate.    “But, Dad...ummmm, maybe could, well... could you do it for me — please?” Austin bashfully asked his father.

“Is that right, son?” his father gently inquired.    “You want me, your dear old Dad, to give your bottom some attention now?    That what you want, Austin?”

“Uh-huh...” Austin breathlessly panted.    “Daddy, c’mon — please?” he begged, flashing those adorable “puppy-dog” eyes, while continuing to stroke himself — also staring at his father, boyish and wide-eyed.

“Awww, well, dang it!” exclaimed Nicholas Miller, Sr. “I just can’t resist my sweet youngest boy, especially not on his birthday.    All right, Austin, you got it — Dad’s gonna come on over and help you out, too!” The Miller father then pulled a second chair up for himself, taking a seat in it, directly facing his two youngest sons — Nick and Austin — before turning toward the rest of the family and calling out, “Tony, Daniel — could you two please come over here?” As if to emphasize that request, he also waved them over with his hand.

“Sure thing, Dad!” Tony eagerly replying, standing up and pacing over.

Soon joined by young Daniel, too.    “You got it, Uncle Nicholas!” He followed Tony over, to join the others.

“All right, boys, I’m just gonna ask you two for something really simple, but it’s gonna be super-helpful, too!” he began, before elaborating, “Basically, I just want each of you to take one of Austin’s ankles and then lift his legs on up, bend them both at the knees, spread them apart, and try to pull them backward, too!    That way, I can get the best and easiest access to his little bottom-hole down there, okay?”

While Austin himself continued to stroke his little hard-on, with carefree abandon, his older brother and close, same-aged cousin eagerly and quickly did as Mr. Miller asked, soon leaving the birthday boy’s entire front, middle, and back private areas all fully exposed, for all to see! Some small part of Austin’s own psyche still felt a little self-conscious and embarrassed, but his present feelings of pleasure managed to overpower that thought...

Satisfied with the present scenario and easier access to Austin’s most intimate back areas, Mr. Miller quietly picked up the hand-lotion tube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers, before closing the tube and dropping it to the floor.    “All right, son...” the man gently informed the birthday boy, “...here we go!” The father methodically reached forward and his lotion-covered fingertips easily found his son’s own tight little pucker, whereupon he began to softly but thoroughly rub the substance upon, around, and even into the opening.    Smiling as Austin softly moaned and squirmed, Mr. Miller briefly continued massaging outside the boy’s little hole, before finally beginning to work his finger in there, too!

Meanwhile, Daniel was leaning over and began to plant soft kisses upon Austin’s neck, as well as gently blowing warm breath, making his beloved cousin sigh and quiver. “Hey there, Austin...” whispered the other boy, “I love ya so much, you know?    Always...”

Simultaneously, Tony had also bent down, sensually nibbling on Austin’s tender earlobe, occasionally exploring inside the ear with his tongue, ever so gently, as well. “Mmmm, Austin, me and Nick are so lucky, ya know — just gettin’ to have you as our cute baby brother...” the oldest brother affectionately whispered to the youngest.

By now, Mr. Miller had completely and easily inserted the full length of his middle finger, as deeply as possible, into his youngest son’s tight, pink pucker!    Inwardly, he knew that, for a boy so young, that one finger would be a plenty, so he wasted no time before starting to slowly but pleasurably massage Austin’s immature little prostate!    Round and round in circles, first clockwise and then counter-clockwise, also sometimes lightly pressing and gently pushing on the boy’s very own inner “g-spot” — just to heighten and exacerbate the birthday boy’s escalating ecstasy!

To 11-year-old Austin himself, all of this felt really nice, though he ultimately could not possibly decide which truly felt best:

His father’s skillful and dedicated prostate massage?

His brother’s erection? (Which Austin now began to feel pressing forwards, through Nick’s jeans, against his own lower back! Clearly, his older brother was enjoying this, too...)

Or Tony and Daniel’s own sweet and loving, but also undeniably sensual, gestures of affection?

Not that it really even mattered, honestly! Austin started to feel that familiar sensation coming upon him, where the pleasure was to reach its highest. He knew that, after puberty, boys are able to shoot some liquid at that time, but Austin himself was not able to do that just yet. For now, he still had only “dry” preteen orgasms, but that was okay because it still felt incredible!

It was about to become more than Austin could stand. He was sweating profusely; it dripped liberally down his chest, and he could feel his damp back becoming ever more slippery against his brother’s bare chest! Austin thought he might soon need another shower, already — ideally accompanied by Nick, too! — as well as both Tony and Daniel because, well, why not? If his own Dad’s ongoing, uncannily amazing prostate stimulation did not manage to literally drive him insane, first...

The feeling of his own stroking — combined with all the ways his father, older brothers, and cousin were simultaneously touching him, all of them dedicated to the cute birthday boy’s present pleasure and eventual satisfying release — and Austin started to breathe harder and moan louderboth ever more helplessly! It was almost at the absolute climax. He looked aside into the room, randomly catching the gazes of two people: his identical-twin cousins, Justin and Jared, whose own 12th birthday would also be coming up soon. Both boys smiled and nodded, -- with a mischievous wink, too! Austin’s head then involuntarily tilted upward, as he clenched his eyes shut.

“Aaaah, uhhhhh...oh, god! shouted Austin, as he began to grip his erect little preteen pecker more tightly —    and stroke himself, harder and faster — his limbs straightening out and locking up — until he achieved that familiar explosive release with one final, resounding shout: “Ohhhh, wow...I’m...dear God...I’M CUMMING! Aaaaaah...uhhhh!”

After that, Austin’s hand flew away from his erection because he could no longer stand any touch there, whatsoever. With that one last gasp, the 11-year-old’s sweaty naked body went limp, and he unthinkingly fell back and collapsed against his brother Nick — with his father discreetly withdrawing his finger and stepping aside, while Daniel and Tony slowly lowered Austin’s legs back down, to let his feet rest on the floor. While Nick wrapped his arms tighter around his little brother and held the boy closely, their other family members — parents, brother and sister, aunts and uncles, and cousins — all chuckled softly and nodded in approval.

Mr. Miller realized that Austin would need at least a few moments to rest and get some strength back, before he would truly be up to joining the party, though Austin was now permitted to “unwind” for however long he needed — or wanted!    The father quietly looked over at his middle son, Nick, and nodded his approval for the boy to stick around, just to comfort and cuddle his younger brother like that.    With Tony’s help, both of the older brothers gently lowered young Austin down onto the floor — soon joined by still-shirtless Nick, who had begun stroking the boy’s hair, almost like petting a puppy, and cuddling with him for a while, so that Austin could relax and decompress...

“Hey, Austin...baby?” Daniel softly and lovingly addressed the birthday boy. “I’m gonna go getcha some cake and treats real quick, okay?

“Mmmm, yeah...” Austin softly sighed, before looking up and noticing his oldest brother.    “Hey, Tony, you get down here, too, all right?” The 11-year-old beamed as the 14-year-old began to kneel, before abruptly adding, “But you take off your shirt, too, just like Nick!

“Wait a sec,” Tony paused. “It’s not my birthday, ya know, so I don’t have to strip, right?”

“Awwww, I know...” Austin moaned, “I know you don’t have to, but I really want you to...c’mon, Tony, please?”    The boy flashed his adorable, pleading eyes for a moment, before thinking to add, “Besides, I never said get naked, you know! Just your shirt, that’s all, just because I love how nice and warm your skin feels against mine, when we cuddle bare like that...cuz you’re my ‘big brother teddy-bear,’ remember?”

While Tony, on account of his continuing weight-related self-consciousness felt reluctant to bare his upper body, his affection for Austin ultimately won out.    The teenager then proceeded to pull the shirt up his body, off his arms, and finally over the head and completely off! Momentarily cringing — just from the sheer knowledge that his soft pectorals, love handles, and round, chubby belly were now on display to the whole family — Tony wasted no time laying down onto the floor, right next to younger brother Austin — who quickly pounced on him, wrapped both arms around his soft body, and squeezed tightly!

“Ohhh,
Tony, that feels soooo good...” Austin breathed, before softly addressing his middle brother, “C’mon, Nick, you too!    I want you and Tony both to make a ‘brother sandwich’ out of us, just you two both being the bread and squeezing real tight together, with me in the middle...pleeeease!” The naked birthday boy sighed in happiness and relaxed bliss, feeling both his cuddly older brothers, mutually pressing their soft and shirtless torsos together — with Austin himself, happily and snugly, squeezed tightly in between the pair!

Next, Mr. Miller silently motioned to the rest of the family, to join him over at the dinner table so they could start serving refreshments. (Except for Daniel, of course, who waited for no one before fetching some treats for cousin Austin!) Still, the rest of the family, at least, had one another to take care of and dote on.    And eventually, getting the birthday cake ready, too...

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Notable References + Credits:

My original inspiration for this story -- as well as the eventual series that resulted:

Title: "Mark’s 11th Birthday"

URL: https://malespank.net/viewStory.php?id=18266



One of my earliest writings in this genre: An "intellectual" exploration of some of the ideas espoused and applied by the parents and other adult authority figures in-universe:

Title: "How to Give a Boy a Meaningful Birthday"

URL: https://malespank.net/viewStory.php?id=33511



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