By HumbledBareBoy
TempusL75_Quanta@protonmail.com
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.
“Justin and Jared's Memorable Twelfth: A Father Remembers”
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The
following story takes place within the fictional “Puericil Universe,”
plus any and all pertinent contextual elements, both concept and
premise being the intellectual creation of Cassie, here in the “Forced Nudity Story Archive”
and is thus used with permission for the present story which shall
follow shortly below. The opening remarks of this website’s “Puericil Stories” listing page canonically defines the fictional medication as follows:
“Puericil
is a popular commercial drug, harmless and very cheap. It drastically
reduces male children's aggressiveness and makes them much more
submissive and compliant, without affecting their intellectual
capabilities. Prolonged treatment progressively eliminates or prevents
the appearance of body hair in male children, although it will
eventually grow again if the treatment is discontinued. Otherwise, it
does not affect sexual development. Side effects may include diurnal
and/or secondary nocturnal enuresis in some patients.”
The
following story, along with its underlying ideas and premises, was
written with the conscious intention of remaining both accurate and
faithful to the original concept, established background/lore, and
creative uniqueness of the “Puericil Universe” and “Conservative
Resurgence” - as well as being informed, in various respects, by the “Puericil Writers’ Guide” written by Y Lee Coyote, also available on the“Puericil Stories”
page within the opening. At the same time, however: This story also
entails plenty of personal creativity and idiosyncratic ideation, in
tandem with established canon, just to keep things relatively novel and
exciting, along the way... 🙃
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Upon the
present day and time, the 25th of May at 10:30 A.M., activity and noise
had quickly started brewing in the Thomas household, in preparation for
the upcoming birthday ritual and subsequent festivities. In contrast to
Austin’s recent celebration over a month ago, preparations were
beginning earlier than usual, and at least one of the uncles had
already arrived, with his wife and children eagerly in tow. After all,
this specific celebration would require extra time and effort because there were actually two
birthday boys, for the present highly-rare situation! Stated quite
specifically, Matthew and Jennifer Thomas’ identical twin sons, Justin
and Jared, would both be turning 12 years old today, and just
like both of Jennifer’s brothers — Nicholas, Sr., and Luke
Miller — her family had also dutifully taken up the established
birthday tradition. Moreover, also just like her nephews in their respective families, the twins and their older brother Hunter were required to obediently submit to the standard rituals.
(Mrs. Thomas’ two daughters, 16-year-old Rebecca and 10-year-old Caitlin,
had initially both been horrified as girls, upon that shocking moment
when they first heard of the spanking and nudity aspects of the family
birthday tradition. Both young ladies, as such, were naturally very relieved to learned the birthday trials were strictly “boys-only” — safe in the knowledge of never
having to undergo the what their brothers and male cousins did. The
sisters also figured their cousin Amanda, only daughter of their Uncle
Nicholas, must have felt the same.)
As such, in two
separate rooms of the family home, the Thomas males were deep in
thought, contemplating everything family tradition had uncompromisingly
laid out before them, because of this day and what it meant for the
boys! In his private office, Matthew Thomas sat at his desk and sipped
at a modest glass of brandy, while contemplating the events that were
to come. Nearly two decades ago, when he had first met his future wife,
he never would have imagined the possibility of accepting (never
mind actively embracing!) the admittedly unorthodox ritual around boys’
birthdays that his future wife’s family had long practiced. Not that
Matthew was ever in his life some kind of prude, but he nonetheless
initially balked at the very idea of, well, everything!
Certainly, requiring a boy to be fully nude
in front of others and endure an intentionally painful spanking already
seemed like an outrageous idea, on its own. Add to that other
factors — only being required of boys, remaining nude all day,
being specifically disallowed any modesty, escalation of physical
components with age, etc. — and the idea had only appeared that
much more extreme. Perverse, even! the man had originally thought...
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Twenty years prior...
A
year into dating, his future wife first introduced him to the practice
by inviting him to a “very special and exclusive” Miller family
event — her young male cousin Charlie’s birthday party. Jennifer
was already long-since familiar with the affairs, and thus
accustomed to everything, but she “tested” her future husband by
informing him that her cousin would get a “birthday spanking” on his
“bare butt.” While taken aback, Matthew’s misgivings were (momentarily!)
allayed by his girlfriend’s reassurances that it was “standard fare”
and the birthday boys always ended up having a good time on their
special day, so no need to worry!
Therefore, Matthew
had felt fine as he sat with Jennifer on a love-seat in her relatives’
family room, waiting for the day’s festivities to commence. However,
when the room door opened, he was quite unprepared for the sight before him.
An adult woman and man, no doubt Jennifer’s aunt and uncle, side by
side. Upon both their faces were puzzling expressions of emotion, which
primarily exuded apparent sensations of happiness, pride, and excited anticipation for the celebratory activities to follow, but there also radiated an ambiance of stern determination!
And in front and center of them, what could only be their son, Charlie: A completely nude middle-school boy of slender build, standing at no more than 5′2″ in height, with a medium-length shaggy mop of reddish brown hair that some might call “messy,” but only in the most endearing way possible!
Somehow, Matthew could later remember thinking, that hairstyle mysteriously
made the young fellow look even “cuter” in his birthday suit, perhaps
by accentuating his “boyish innocence,” as some of the guests phrased
it. The boy stood up straight, in a clearly rehearsed position: Both
hands behind his head, both feet shoulder-width apart, and facing
forward to make very reluctant eye contact with the gathered guests.
Immediately obvious, also, was the boy’s complete lack of body hair,
not even the small amount some boys might have developed, by the time
they were in middle school. (In fact, Matthew could not even be sure of the young fellow’s age, at all!) Charlie’s small member hung flaccid, at a mere 1.2″
length, suggesting puberty had done very little, if anything, for him.
From the man’s outsider perspective, his girlfriend’s young cousin
honestly could have been anything, from a “mature eleven” to a “childish thirteen,” even! For lack of any better idea, he mentally “split the difference” and estimated the boy’s age to be twelve, and figured he would ask later, if and when the opportunity presented itself.
This sight was already very shocking to Matthew — further exacerbated by the look of defeated embarrassment, resignation combined with shame, on the boy’s deeply blushing face — completing
the look with one solitary tear that slid down a reddened cheek. Oddly,
Matthew found himself noticing the cousin’s hairless underarms and boy
parts, and quite honestly, it almost looked like there could have been
some fine hairs, that had been shaven off; it did not really matter,
however, because at this moment, the man did not know what to think of these people — neither his girlfriend nor her family! Motivated inwardly by his reflexive sympathy for the birthday boy’s intensely escalating discomfort — as well as his goal of avoiding causing a scene — Matthew Thomas effectively suppressed
his outward reactions, as the scene unfolded. He sat and watched
everything that occurred, beginning with Jennifer’s aunt ushering a
humiliated, but obedient and very nude, Charlie to one specific corner of the room, where a portion of the guests had swiftly begun to congregate.
While this was happening, two of the men — the boy’s father, accompanied by a young man, actually Jennifer’s older brother, Luke —
both left in separate directions, as if to fetch some needed supplies.
Matthew could not help wondering to himself exactly what kind of
“supplies,” but for the moment, he just tried to make at least some
faint sense of this bizarre “naked-boy birthday” ritual practiced by,
seemingly, his own girlfriend’s entire family; returning his
eyes to the center of the family room, the bewildered man wondered what
was yet to come — only to find himself flabbergasted even more,
upon suddenly witnessing what the boy’s mother did next: Holding a digital camera in her right hand with determination and purpose, she used the left
to direct him and to position him up against one side of the room, with
his back pressed firmly against the wall. As he maintained his posture,
hand position, and forward-facing gaze, the exposed boy could not help
his cheeks turning steadily even redder, overwhelmed for the entire
time from utter embarrassment! Needless to say, poor Charlie was
absolutely not smiling as he looked directly into the camera,
while his mom snapped the first shot from a distance back, probably for
a full-body view; next, she followed up by taking several steps forward
and snapping a few close-up shots, consciously and, to any normal
observer, insensitively focusing the lens onto her son’s
hairless-shaven armpits and pubic area.
(Jesus fucking Christ! Matthew thought to himself. Is this even legal, for God’s sake? Surely, it must be violating all kinds of laws about underage nude content, right?
Looking up, he saw that the blushing naked boy was now starting to shed
a few tears, as well, no doubt being completely emotionally overwhelmed
by this humiliating experience!)
All too soon, the guest-outsider’s “unsettled” feeling grew even more
pronounced, as he noticed subtler details about everything happening to
his girlfriend’s young cousin, in the corner of the room, following
those photos. The gathered family members, of varying ages, appeared to
be closely examining his exposed body! Although he was not yet enduring
direct physical contact, the mortified boy was nonetheless
being forced to actively facilitate this examination in various ways:
standing in certain postures, turning around, and at one point, even
lying on his back while pulling his legs backwards and spreading them
widely open, in an almost pornographic manner! This was so that a couple of the children — a boy and girl, appearing roughly ages eight and nine, respectively — could get on the floor with him, just to examine his privates (both front and back!) at a closer range. Even that bizarre moment, however, paled in comparison to what was to follow soon, before either the boy or the unrelated party guest could react...
“All right, sweetie,” the birthday boy’s mother affectionately began, “don’t you get up just yet because we’ve still
got some stuff to take care of here, before we move on.” Although
Matthew found himself initially confused, things were swiftly clarified
for him, as the woman elaborated, “Now, Charlie, I’ve already snapped all your official ‘soft’ photos for the day, but for this following batch, we need to get you all nice and erect
first...for the ‘hard’ shots! And since you’re already right down there
on the floor, with both your little cousins, we’ll just let them help
you wake up your little pecker, so it can stand up tall and greet the
camera — okay, honey?”
While Matthew continued
to remain silent, wrapped up so fully in his own shock and disbelief,
the nude birthday boy was anything but! Without delay, he commenced
whining and begging, “Whaaat? No, Mom, please! You can’t let Robby and Kathie touch and play with me, not...down there! You can’t — please don’t...” The boy’s silent had quickly been joined, by soft but audible sobs, in his distressed trepidation.
Exasperated, Mom just sighed and shook her head in disappointment, before scolding the boy, “Now listen up, little boy!
No more of these needless melodramatics, you hear me? Before we
continue, though, what are the official ‘Three Lessons,’ about boys and
nudity, that your father and I have always taught you? I want you to
repeat each one back to me, starting with the first...”
His voice now trembling, as he also sobbed gently, the boy struggled to recite it, “Clothing on boys is frivolous and unwarranted because, ummm, ‘his own bare skin’ is sufficient vestment....”
“Good, Charlie!” his mother praised, then querying, “And the second?”
“A nude boy is exactly as he should be, for that is his natural and proper state; boys need neither privacy nor modesty...”
“And finally, the third?” she asked — or more accurate to say, practically demanded!
He struggled, especially, to choke out this last one, “Mother Nature wisely placed boy parts on the outside — in recognition that those parts were meant to be seen and admired, as well as felt and fondled...”
“Very good!” the woman affirmed, “And now, can we depend on you to be a good boy
for your family, and accept your cousins help stimulating you to an
erection, for the next photos? Or...do your father and I need to
start considering some firmer, more forceful options?”
The birthday boy quickly shook his head in the negative before sobbing out, “N- n- no, Mom — I’ll let them, promise!”
Smiling,
she then turned her attention to the younger cousins, while opening a
plastic tube and approaching the kids, “Robby, Kathie, both of you
please hold out a hand, palms up...” They complied, and into each
modestly-sized little hand, she squeezed a generous dollop of the clear slick gel, then began meticulously instructing them, “Okay, now just rub the stuff here all over both your hands, then reach right on in between Charlie’s legs, and start to rub and play with his little boy parts — gently, now! Just see how they feel, in your hands, and you could also squeeze and massage
them a little bit. Just like you would when using Play-Doh,
actually...” In his helpless emotionally-driven response, the red-faced
naked boy softly sobbed with tears now streaming down both cheeks,
while mired in his present humiliation; not that this sadistic duo of
younger cousins was deterred, however, and they just casually and even gleefully handled his exposed parts with their lubricated hands, usually alternating between pulling and squeezing on them! The whole time, the little brats were just absolutely “tickled pink” with their present direct and hands-on exploration of “boy parts,” and their enthusiasm was more than evident in their noisy din of conspiratorial little snickers and giggles.
At one point, the birthday boy emitted an exceptionally loud and
high-pitched whimper, prompting his 9-year-old cousin Kathie to roll
her eyes and scold him, “Oh, come on, Charlie, don’t whine so much, okay?” Sighing, the naively insensitive young girl eagerly returned to her task of exploring and stimulating the boy’s vulnerable privates.
“Yeah!” 8-year-old Robby agreed, before playfully copying his older cousin’s mother, and he then added, “Don’t be such a big, old crybaby — you hear us, little
boy?” Next, and surprising everyone else, in the process, the younger
boy suddenly raised his right hand and sharply slapped Charlie down
below, right on his sensitive little “marbles,” to his immediate (and highly expressive) reaction!
“Owwwwww, aaaaah — that hurt, you guys!” Charlie wailed, reaching down and grasping his sore little balls, before then appealing to his parents, “Oooooh, it still hurts too! Moooom! Daaaaad!” However, any of the birthday boy’s hopes of redress for his grievances were all too quickly
dashed, once he caught onto the family’s reactions: The cast of
relatives were nothing but smiles and warm chuckles, looking upon the
scene like it was just something endearing and playful — as if the
two boys were merely having a friendly and innocent “pillow fight,” or
something comparable!
“Now, Charlie,” his mother immediately admonished, “don’t go making a big fuss
here, please! Stuff like that’s just one of the natural hazards of
boyhood, so you’ll just need to learn to ‘take it all in stride,’ as
they say. Besides, honey, you could have easily avoided it by
not complaining so much and, instead, just being a ‘good sport’ for
everyone here! So many members of your family attending today have very kindly, not to mention generously and laboriously, put in the time and effort show up here for your party today, so the least you can do is behave yourself better than that! If not, then the next slap on that little ‘pouch-and-grapes’ will coming from me, personally...”
“Okay, Mom...” he whimpered, now doing his best to endure the ongoing touching and fondling, swallowing his discomfort and humiliation, as much as he could. Before too long, in spite of his present tumultuous emotions, Charlie soon found himself with the promised boner that his mother, like all the other viewing guests, fervently wanted of him, so he was now quite erect indeed, at his familiar 3.6″
‘hard’ length! He was about to attempt rolling over and standing
himself upright once more, but before he could proceed, he looked up
and noticed his mother staring down at him, as if momentarily
considering something. “Mom?” he hesitantly asked.
His mother then responded, “Sweetie, don’t get up just yet,
all right? Hold on a moment, and stay like you are, for a second...”
Trailing off, she turned to Kathie and Robby once more and instructed
them,
“Mooom?” the naked boy gasped, “What’s going on? C’mon, please!”
He felt more deeply mortified than anything from earlier that day,
helplessly being so forcefuly maneuvered into this especially degrading
position.
“Oh, calm down, honey!” she gently
admonished, part scolding yet part reassuring. “It’s no big deal,
Charlie, just that a few of us realized how doggone precious you look,
lying on your back down there, with your hairless little willy all hard and poking up
like that — so I figured I’d take a moment and get a few ‘bonus
shots’ of you, in the diaper position, before we snap the official
‘hard’ photos! It’ll be extra-cute from this angle, in fact, because we can also
get your ‘little boy bottom-hole’ in the shots, okay?” Without waiting
for any verbalized response, the determined woman aimed the view-finder
directly upon her photographic target, point-blank like a hunter
positioning a deer in his rifle’s scope, and snapped her photo. The
flash illuminated all of her son’s most intimate areas, the cleft and
hole in the back along with the small parts in front, within that one split-second moment in time, whereupon she instantly issued her next instruction. “Okay, sweetie — that wasn’t so bad, now was it? Next, and this part should be quite easy, resume your standard ‘posing posture’ with your back against the wall, and then just wait for me...”
None could fail to apprehend the miserable and mortified, yet fatalistically
resigned, facial expression and overall demeanor displayed by the
perpetually-reluctant birthday boy, even as he proceeded to obediently
placed both hands behind his head, exposing his shaven-hairless armpits
for all to see, and those things done, he commenced his reluctant “walk
of shame” over towards the wall that his stern, uncompromising mother
had indicated — even more profuse and copious
tears streaming from his reddened eyes, while his diminutive, hairless
hard-on obviously stood up tall in front, dutifully “leading the way”
like a dignitary’s herald. In young Charlie’s own mind, he was
effectively a “dead man walking,” although as far as the viewing audience and reality itself were concerned, he was merely a “naked boy walking,” though being quite silly and unreasonably difficult about it! All too soon, however, he transitioned into a “naked boy standing,”
and he took the commanded position with his back pressed against the
wall: His eyes facing forward, a forced “stoic” expression upon his
deeply reddening face, all this display completed by the sight of his
“little stiffie” at full-mast and pointing aloft, quite playfully and most adorably!
For his own part, and trying to not be too “obvious” about it, Matthew conscientiously persisted in keeping both his thoughts and his emotions securely on the inside (and his facial expression very stoic, as he could manage, at least)
while he gazed at the “photo session” by the wall — half of him
“morally-offended,” the other half “morbidly-curious,” and in spite of
attempting otherwise: One-hundred percent of himself having become helplessly transfixed!
Mercifully for the birthday boy, however, it seemed to be over just as
quickly as it had started, with the boy’s mother only snapping two more
photos: (1) a second full-body shot, obviously one of the “hard” photos, on account of the diminutive yet unflagging hard-on, and (2) a close-up of his hairless-shaven pubic region, as well. Afterward, the mother had subsequently led her naked son over to a nearby chair, as if to sit down for a break, apparently so the youngster could “rest and recover,” or...something?
With
the “show” now over, however, Matthew turned aside to glance at one of
the four walls of the family room, upon which he noticed three or four
rows of framed photos, all of which featured numerous photos of nude
boys, who appeared to be ages 10 and up, but all being hairless below the neck regardless of age, even some who looked like they could be genuine teenagers, as a matter of fact! In each frame, it turned out, there were two photos of the same boy,
at the same age and holding identical “poses” for the camera,
juxtaposed side-by-side, yet each pair of photos differed in one
crucial respect: In the left-side photos, the nude boy’s
little member was completely flaccid, either hanging limply or barely
visible, not much more a shrunk little nub; however, in the right-side
photos, the boy was completely erect, with the stiff organ standing up
“proud and tall,” size varying somewhat by age — but not quite in the manner normal human biology would suggest.
Looking for a bit longer at one specific row of frames, Matthew
immediately recognized the subject of the photos as “younger versions”
of today’s very birthday boy. In his continued struggle to decipher
the events playing out before his eyes, the man felt as if he had just
been pulled, right on through an “inter-dimensional portal” of some
manner, into this unpredictable sort of “bizarro world” where every bit
of this somehow made sense, if only to everyone else other than
himself. Matthew was almost grateful to hear a latch click and
hinges faintly -squeak- in unison, granting him some “reprieve,”
distracted as he was by the family room door opening: The unobstructed
frame revealed from the opposing side, Jennifer’s brother Luke and the
birthday boy’s father (i.e., their uncle), with both re-entering the room at about the same time. Each man was ferrying the specific item he had retrieved:
Luke
was wheeling some large contraption of wood and metal — no doubt
some piece of adjustable, portable furniture — into the center of
the living room.
The boy’s father, meanwhile, was
carrying some object: Which consisted of a moderately-wide leather
strap, cut length-wise into three distinct “tails,” that were
attached to a wooden handle.
Luke finished by locking the
contraption’s wheels in place, before raising upwards and securing into
place a set of panels, so that two were at an obtuse angle to one
another. On another look, it appeared to be a type of bench: Specifically, it appeared, having been designed to bear a human body laid either prone or supine atop the piece, while also easily moved into various positions, and even restrained to it! Luke’s future brother-in-law Matthew continued to watch, dumbfounded,
as the birthday boy’s father then led his naked son over to the bench,
bent him over the raised panels, and actually restrained him in place
with attached leather cuffs. The boy’s bare bottom, of course, directly
faced the majority of the gathered family so they could easily see it — including the shaven scrotum and sensitive “marbles” inside — plus the little pink pucker, his “boy-hole” almost staring right back — owing to how widely his legs had been pulled apart!
For the briefest moment, at least, it had seemingly appeared as if some moment (of a more “wholesome”
nature) was about to ensue, at least insofar as mainstream societal
morality could accept. The bound and naked birthday boy was
anxiously trembling, breathing rapidly, and every bit of visible skin
glistened under the lights above, from the perspiration that increasingly
covered him. Walking up to his son, Jennifer’s uncle leaned down and
began to gently, affectionately caress the whole of the boy’s damp bare
back — up and down, slowly and repeatedly — from the tops of his shoulders, down to just above the tailbone.
After a few minutes, the birthday boy’s father took a few steps
around...until standing directly behind, but what happened next was far
from “wholesome” — in Matthew’s own mind, at least — as the
father removed a tube and dispensed some clear, slick gel upon the
fingertips of both hands and started to massage the boy in-between his
cheeks, soon thereafter kneading his son’s little “boy parts” (especially the sensitive pair of “grapes,” pulled up tight inside the hairless sack) with one hand, while slowly and sensually fingering the intimate bottom opening with two fingers of the other hand...
But morals and misgivings aside, the intimate and erotic “hands-on” contact — a father’s anal and genital fondling of his own son, with the whole immediate and extended family watching —
seemed to have the desired effect of calming the boy down, visibly less
trembling and audibly less rapid breathing. At this point,
naturally, the father wiped his hands clean with wet paper towels, and
following upon that, very swiftly and deliberately prepared to
administer the traditional “birthday spanking” — albeit more of a
strapping, in all honesty — upon his helpless and restrained son’s
exposed, vulnerable bottom-flesh! Matthew could scarcely watch, as
his future wife’s uncle pulled back the leather strap and wound it up...
(Matthew would eventually learn that this implement was called a “tawse,” of British origin yet special-ordered and shipped here to the United States, for precisely the purpose it was about to be used, even in the very next split-second!)
...before swinging it back down, nigh-instantaneously landing the three
harsh. leather tails right across his son’s tender, fleshy
bottom-cheeks, with a resounding CRACK! Whereupon the “bare birthday boy” immediately yelped out in pain and pulled against the (luckily!)
secure restraints. There was a pause before the man pulled the
implement back again, and landed it across the his son’s vulnerable
exposed rear a second time — eliciting even more struggles and a slightly louder cry of pain! This repeated eleven more times — eleven more lashes of the strap across the nude boy’s ever-more reddened cheeks, as his yelps of pain intensified, soon into the realm uncontrollable wailing and sobbing. These strokes therefore numbered thirteen, total — followed by the infamous “one to grow on,” which was even harder than all the previous ones, taxing the stern and harsh father’s strength, in the process.
(Of course, Matthew now knew how old the boy really was that day — it was the naked boy’s thirteenth!
He just looked younger than that because, as Matthew later discovered,
the boy’s father had shaved off his son’s limited underarm, pubic, and
leg hair for that day’s observance. It was part of the tradition, a
task Matthew later found himself doing for his oldest son, Hunter, on
the boy’s own 13th birthday, almost
a year ago. In facilitating events and carrying out the expected task,
ultimately even he himself had also ended up employing those same tools — previously used on this reluctant boy, way back then!)
As the boy’s father comforted his son after the spanking and proceeded
to unfasten and remove the restraints, Matthew thought the painful
portion was finally done, at long last — only to witness the events then leading into a second stage; this next baffling turn of events soon revealed yet another ordeal of physical pain, added by family tradition to the boys’ birthday observances starting upon attaining the age of thirteen! It was already outrageous enough when, rather than allowing the birthday boy to dismount,
his father and willing “assistant” Luke instead simply turned his naked
cousin onto his back, before once again restraining him — this
time, in an even more undignified and “revealing” position
with the boy’s legs once again spread open, lifted upwards, and
finally, knees bent and pushed back towards his upper body! To
Matthew’s eyes, it appeared rather self-evident that they were actively
trying to display the still-sobbing boy’s most intimate and private bodily areas, even to the greatest degree imaginable!
The only thing more shocking was the following, though mercifully final,
three “strikes” that they expected the boy to passively endure, in
observance of the family’s rules and traditions, as his last painful
“rite of passage” for turning thirteen. Although these were completed
within a much briefer time, it was clear the boy actually suffered far more pain, certainly worse when compared to those recent strokes of the tawse, which had already been severe enough for the pained boy. Even this, however, would soon pass with some time, following the conclusion of that last and most painful portion, for which the boy did eventually “calm down” from profuse bawling...towards some curious demeanor of dissociated daydreaming, of sorts.
(Matthew
was especially amazed at his own mental fortitude, closer to the
present-day for having occurred so much more recently, when he managed
to complete this portion of the ritual for Hunter. By that point, he
had long ago “converted” to his wife and in-laws’ unorthodox yet intriguing way of thinking, so when the time came for his oldest son’s very own painful age-thirteen “rite of passage” — a procedure the father was obliged to administer, and the son to endure, regardless of either pain or embarrassment!)
Luke, who had remained nearby — standing in waiting, if needed for any reason — bent down to kiss the birthday boy softly on the forehead, before affectionately (and undeniably erotically) stroking the sweaty young teenage birthday boy’s upper arms, chest, and stomach. The young man was also not even remotely
shy about openly and publicly stimulating the boy’s nipples by rubbing,
pinching, tweaking, and pulling on them, while the father used one hand
to grasp an ankle to steady the leg and caressed up and down the
smooth, hairless thigh with his other hand. In the meantime, the man’s
wife discreetly walked up stood beside him, facing her son and both
subsequently looking downward, before she next handed off to him a most
peculiar-looking object, which appeared to be some sort of medical device, the shape appearing reminiscent of a “syringe,” but it was significantly wider and longer, with a smooth glass bulb at the insertion end!
Only barely lucid at the moment, Charlie nonetheless had just enough
mental “bandwidth” to glance up and observe both his parents, soon to
realize what they had planned for him, as their chosen “next step” for
the day’s ongoing birthday observances! “No no, please, not that...”
the still-nude and exposed boy weakly begged, almost imperceptibly
shaking his head sideways in the negative. “Mom, Daaaad...come on! I just started puberty, you know? Pleeeaaase don’t take that away from me, not now...”
In response, his father just sighed and shook his head, and then
mysteriously reached over, picking up the tube of lubricant and
dispensing a generous dollop, then closing the tube to set it aside,
right before carefully coating both hands in the slick substance. He
reached down between his 13-year-old son’s legs, then proceeding to
vigorously knead and fondle the boy’s shaved privates; at the same
time, the man was also starting directly into the boy’s eyes, while
simultaneously speaking up to explain, “Son, we’ve already been through this, multiple times, over the past two weeks, and you need to understand that this simply is not
up for discussion. Your mother and I have already had many deep,
serious about this between ourselves, thus invariably having already
made our mutual decision some time ago: You are going to be started on Puericil, beginning on your 13th birthday today,
and that’s final!” At the same time, his own two hands having
maintained the intimate and sensual fondling, he could feel the boy’s
previously flaccid little pecker having now hardened
to a full erection, from the previous manual stimulation, so he
withdrew his hands and stepped back, allowing his wife to step back and
maneuver around — until finally, she was standing directly beside their nude and restrained son, well-positioned to gaze down upon his exposed, nude form!
Boldly, the mother bent down and reached out — establishing direct
physical contact upon her son’s exposed body, with both hands —
while smiling warmly and making direct eye contact. With her left hand, she caressed his chest and ran her fingertips over his shaved armpits, while the right firmly clamped onto his “boy parts,” both his full-mast erection and the balls at once, pointedly employing both verbal and tactile means to get her own point firmly across, while simultaneously echoing and building upon what her husband had said, “Oh, you boys can be so silly sometimes, with the way you fixate on ‘puberty’ and all the changes it brings, which really just misleads you into identifying with a ‘false self-image,’ ultimately. You really
shouldn’t base your identity on superficial things like underarm and
pubic hair, growing bigger ‘down there,’ getting a deeper voice, and
other such nonsense — honestly, darling, be reasonable!”
Going silent for a moment, she casually fondled and felt her son’s
smooth, bare body and then added, “Besides, you look so cute
just the way you are right now, all boyishly smooth and hairless all
over, but besides all those things, everyone here clearly sees just how
precious that little ‘stiffy’ of yours looks! To be fair, it’s
basically already the perfect size, exactly like it is now!” She grasped the 13-year-old’s pecker-head and gave his small hard-on an affectionate wiggle. “So...why let puberty ruin perfection, then? Whether by needlessly growing it out bigger or, worse yet, making a bunch of unsightly hair start popping out every which way?”
“But, but... I thought...” the boy tried to verbalize, “...I thought Puericil was just for bad boys, the ones who break the rules and get in trouble! I don’t do that, you know! Mom, Dad...I follow the rules! I do what I’m told, and I am obedient, and...”
“Really, now, son?” Charlie father asked incredulously. “Just a moment ago, your mother and I informed you, very clearly and unambiguously, about our decision
to place you on a Puericil regimen, yet you’ve spend the past several
minutes debating and arguing with us, trying to change our minds after
we’ve already told you it’s a done deal! Now tell me, is that
particularly ‘obedient’ of you?” He looked into his son’s eyes,
noticing the young teen was about to say something, only to hesitate
and stop himself — basically an admission of defeat, requiring no
words. “Good!” his father exclaimed,
The naked and still-restrained birthday boy internally accepted defeat and externally
nodded at both parents, in a non-verbal gesture of acceptance and
submission, going silent after one final, exasperated sigh of dismay.
From then on, the young fellow appeared relatively “resigned” to his
fate, making no attempt to protest or further plead his case, instead just helplessly and compliantly lying there
in silence. Even when his mother fetched and set up the video
camera, focusing it upon all three of them, Charlie still said nothing
and just lay passively — remaining, more or less, in the very same exposed and vulnerable pose! Shortly thereafter, there still arose no objection from the boy, even as the “insertion” end of the device slid up inside
his bottom, followed by the cold sensation of the “rectal-gel” Puericil
variant, filling his opening and coating the inner walls.
Regardless, the boy was powerless, having mentally accepted defeat as well as submissively capitulating to his parents, all he could do was accept what he was forced to endure; not only did he feel completely miserable and humiliated, but he had also deeply internalized his overall experience throughout the day so far: Namely, being defeated and subsequently forced to submit. Needless to say, Matthew found everything confusing, and his own head even began to physically hurt...
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Yet more optimistically
perhaps, the most bafflingly unexpected part of the entire evening was
when he noticed that the previously morose and self-pitying birthday
boy was, somehow, increasingly starting to experience some genuine
enjoyment — and even gratification — in various
aspects of the party’s ongoing events! Indeed, once all of the more
painful and humiliating aspects of the “birthday ritual” were over and
finished with, the event actually did transition into something more
closely resembling a traditional birthday celebration for a 13-year-old
boy. (Aside from the fact that, contrary to what Matthew would have predicted, the boy was nonetheless still required to remain completely nude — and would therefore stay on “display,” until he retired to bed that night!)
The following birthday celebration progressed, as the young birthday
boy engaged in traditional games and activities, all the while mingling
with everyone present.
The naked young teen (who still looked quite preteen)
would even sometimes reach down to his little pecker — not to
attempt concealing the erection but, rather, to surreptitiously stroke
himself! The birthday boy naively thought he was being covert and secretive, but Matthew himself noticed — and could also tell that the other family members
knew what was happening, too! He found it oddly “heartwarming” that
everyone mutually feigned ignorance of the bare birthday boy’s
precocious self-stimulation, instead letting him think they were none the wiser — even when the little guy was so openly and visibly masturbating himself, while also dutifully maintaining his preteen-sized hard-on at full-mast: All of this, occurring directly within the viewing range of, pretty much, every single guest in attendance!
Perhaps the most bewildering part of all — undeniably presenting another unpredictable twist, the nature of which Matthew had found even more confusing — all of a sudden, it now appeared that young Charlie simply could not get enough of his father’s attention; although that was obviously
the very same man who had earlier inflicted the intense physical pain,
his submissive yet needy son was now following him around everywhere
like a puppy-dog! (Several years later, Matthew noticed his son Hunter behaved similarly, on the night of his
13th birthday, to the point Matthew pretty much had to sleep in his
son’s room — with the goal of affectionately holding him all
night, in a “spooning” position, eventually also reaching below the
boy’s waist to provide further “exciting” caresses and stimulation...) Jennifer’s uncle, therefore, really was not afforded much of any opportunity whatsoever
to socialize with the other guests; in that expanse of time, following
all those painful and humiliating traditional family ritual practices,
the father was now inescapably pre-occupied with the naked
13-year-old son who decided to crawl into his lap and “get comfortable”
there. Initially, one might have reasonably assumed the boy would
simply relax, possibly falling asleep in his father’s embrace, only for
the father and son to suddenly shatter any such predictions, merely almost an instantaneous moment later!
In a few subtle and deft gestures, the man removed his shirt to leave
himself subsequently bare-chested, and immediately thereafter,
proceeded to turn his son’s naked body around, so that the boy’s bare
back rest against the front of his father’s own torso, and from his
son’s blissful expression, every single guest present could
unmistakably figure out how deeply pleasurable the 13-year-old found
this direct “skin-to-skin” contact with his Dad. Next, Charlie’s
father reached forwards with both hands, each grabbing onto one of his
son’s knees, and pulled the legs as far open and widely apart, as was
reasonable and comfortable; he then parted his own thighs some, though
not nearly as widely as his son’s, just enough to make a “gap” that his
hand could reach into! Then turning his head and gazing up and forward,
right back out into the family room, he noticed Jennifer’s
other brother and called out, “Hey, Nicholas, could you grab those toys
and accessories for me, and bring ‘em over here, real quick? In
fact, if you have a moment to stick around and help, then that’d be even better, actually!”
Inevitably, both
of his future brothers-in-law — not only Nicholas, Sr., but also
Luke — joined up with the father and son, to “assist” in their own
special way! (What the men proceeded to do for the boy next
was something their guest, cousin Jennifer’s boyfriend Matthew, had
never expected to witness in his entire life, nor could have possibly
anticipated: A most intimately taboo and unspeakable act, the
motivations for which he could not fathom. At least, not until he had
sons of his own, at any rate...)
At the time, while immersed in that outrageously brain-scrambling
moment with no easy route of “escape,” the man had just resorted to
sitting in silence and “spinning his wheels.” Absent any obvious and
viable alternate option, he was trying to make sense of all his
observations and recollections from that day and evening. His brain was
swarming with thoughts about inexplicable moments that continued to
defy his rational mind — not the least of which was this incestuous, deviant total mind-fuck of a “live porno,” presently being acted out right in front of him!
Partly as a matter of diplomacy and civility, or at least the feigning of such, but also partly because he was too dumb-struck
even to imagine doing anything differently, it soon came to pass that
Jennifer’s future husband, then-boyfriend, and chosen “plus-one”
invited guest ultimately decided that simply “inscrutable silence” was his best option, at least for the immediate and foreseeable future...
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However, almost immediately after he and Jennifer had left the party together — barely a brief moment after turning the key and triggering the ignition, followed by purposefully driving back
to their city of residence — the young couple soon got into a
heated argument about everything that had preceded. As his future wife
had predicted, the man soon proceeded to vehemently rave
about what he witnessed, indignantly protesting of her family’s
traditions and rituals being self-evidently “perverted” and
“abusive” — not to mention almost surely “illegal,” as he could
not imagine otherwise! In regards to the family’s unorthodox enactment of “enforced boy nudity,” she explained the admittedly well-rehearsed family philosophy around a “temporary re-establishment of innocence” and “lowering of barriers” resulting from a (mandatory, if necessary!)
negation of modesty and removal of bodily privacy — as well as the
emotional catharsis from being pushed to tears, by way of intense and
painful corporal discipline, while in such a state of openness.
Jennifer also confirmed to her future husband that, yes, the boy’s
visibly-apparent lack of body hair was very much due to his own father
being the one to personally divest the young teen boy of any pubertal
hair growth, continuing her approach of defending that the admittedly close and erotic physical contact actually held zero
sexual element for the father himself, simply wanting to helpfully give
his son an experience of overwhelmingly, raw and carnal pleasure, of
the brazenly animalistic variety...
(Of course, this soon lead to the “Puericil” topic, and her then-boyfriend did not hesitate
to ask about that mysterious medication, which he only learned about
during the highly unorthodox “family event” he had just attended;
needless to say, his initial reaction was quite animated and opinionated, indeed!)
...for which the young woman yet again
had a confident and eloquent rejoinder prepared! “No different from
diapering an infant, you know?” Jennifer had countered, with unwavering
confidence and firm conviction, and she immediately argued further that
such an acceptance of contact would be particularly crucial if the boy ever became incapacitated
and, consequently, required help with basic personal and intimate
needs! Despite begrudgingly conceding his girlfriend’s very last
point, Matthew still went on to bring up the erections, and without any doubt or hesitation either, he quite loudly and brazenly explained how outrageous it was to forbid the birthday boy to cover himself. Jennifer quickly retorted that this also had a benefit: Specifically, helping the 13-year-old realize it was something all boys experienced and nothing
to be embarrassed about or worry himself about concealing -- even going
so far as letting family see him jerk off to climax because, after all,
that too was merely another form of playfully innocent boyish fun and
enjoyment! She then pressed her argument further and reminded the
still-skeptical young man that all the guests, certainly the adults but also some of the younger attendees, were emphatically unconcerned with the young fellow’s “state” at the time. As both admitted, the boy was even treated to an “extra-special party favor” — that inescapably memorable episode of honest-to-goodness “assisted masturbation,” by not just one but three adult men — right in front of all the guests in attendance, with those dedicated “family men” doing all the work for the passive yet ecstatic birthday boy, who just lazily relaxed while merrily allowing himself to relish not only the stimulation but also following climactic release! Even Matthew himself, in spite of his personal moral and ethical qualms, about the “fondling” and transparently sexual stimulation especially, nonetheless had to admit that the birthday boy did very clearly enjoy every moment of that encounter...
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Back to present-day...
...during which time and place, thanks to the bias of hindsight itself, the extremely memorable, and honestly unforgettable, stretch of time now seemed to his own “mind’s eye” much like a more current recollection from not nearly so long ago: More precisely, the very same “display” that he would later observe from young Austin, during the boy’s very recent 11th birthday celebration: This was, of course, now long well after what had eventually become over 20 whole years of marriage, fatherhood, and a more or less complete 180-degree turnabout in his entire perspective on the topic of “enforced boy-nudity” and accompanying matters of relevance! Far from contemptuously deriding the scenario as a “live porno” but nothing more, Matthew would eventually grow to reminisce
about that young teenage boy’s public and brazen naked, erect, and
extremely “horny” masturbatory display. He would reminisce, in fact,
with the greatest fondness, and he wished the whole thing had also been
videotaped, a priceless “Kodak moment” that should have been preserved for posterity’s sake!
Taking out his smartphone, Matthew tapped the screen several times, so as to locate and open a most endearing recent home video, and immediately after pressing Play, both his eyes and his ears were wonderfully regaled by the memorable spectacle from two of his nephews, from several weeks ago, on the 3rd of April: Specifically, the preteen “naked birthday boy” Austin, yet also alongside his slightly-older 12-year-old brother Nick,
that pair consisting of the two youngest sons, right from the
equally-loyal family led by his brother-in-law Nicholas Miller, Sr.
As the revealing video demonstrated, the ridiculously cute “brotherly
duo” had refreshingly, if only temporarily, lost all their shyness and even their very deepest inhibitions! Though perhaps a bit too conveniently, with the brothers also naively failing to register one crucial
observation: Thanks to the wonders of contemporary video-recording
technology, the smartphone hardware and software alike had been
helpfully assisting their parents, aunts, and uncles in the shared goal
of preserving this intimate moment, permanently and securely, to be remembered and relived by any curious or interested persons, freely and for all time...
(Of
course, Austin himself had a very personal take on the matter, upon
learning about the explicit video recording of his precocious, naked,
erect masturbatory “birthday performance” not only existing in some more persistent form but also being so casually shared with others — even though, in all fairness, that was pretty much a separate matter entirely...LOL! 🤣)
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Story Ideas and Requests? They are more than welcome, so if you have any of your own, then please feel free to send my way! (E-mail provided above, top of page!) While I make precisely zero promises or guarantees to use such ideas/requests, the fact nonetheless remains: I do, indeed, love reading such things from both readers and fellow writers, thereby seeing into another person’s thoughts and feelings. Finally, please note that future “Birthday” series installments, although based upon previously written stories, are not necessarily “set in stone” plot-wise, so there remains considerable possibility and potential, moving forward!
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© Copyright HumbledBareBoy, 2021
(Based upon the first half of the following older story, which was later greatly expanded and more intricately developed, preceding submission to this site — with the corresponding second half also intended for a future submission, following similar expansion and development of that remaining content...)
Originally posted:
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On the date: 21 Jul 2021
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