James and Robbie 8 and 9 – A Stripped for Florida Story

By brhmsj

berlioz53@yahoo.com

Copyright 2022 by brhmsj, all rights reserved

James and Robbie 8

Fifteen-year-old James’s life changes in ways he could never imagine when his father relocates the family to Florida. First, James has to leave behind his longtime best friend, Robbie. Then, in Florida, his parents decide to put James into the Stripped for Florida program. James has no choice but to accept his fate and what happens to stripped boys.


Robbie’s Last Day

Two very solemn boys appeared for their breakfast. Laura did her best to be cheery without being icky about it. James and Robbie were both very aware that only James had a pill by his plate. The two sets of parents had decided that it was not a good idea for Robbie to have to fly home hard. Robbie missed seeing the pill. He didn’t always like having to take the pill but it had become routine and a routine with James which made it manageable.

“We’ll need to leave at three to catch Robbie’s plane,” Mom said. The boys were well aware of that and the reminder hurt a bit. “Robbie can get dressed at the airport. He’ll stand out being the only boy not erect,” she added with a slight chuckle. She was right, it could be embarrassing. There was a turn of events! Being hard had been embarrassing. Now being soft was embarrassing. Oh well.

“Mike says to go over any time,” Laura said. At that moment Ned walked in.

“Last day, Robbie. We’re going to miss you. It’s been a real treat having you here.”

“Thanks, I’ll miss you, too,” Robbie said, his disappointment at leaving quite evident in his voice.

“Oh you’ll be back, don’t worry about that!” Dad said. The boys looked at each other. They assumed that Robbie would visit again but Dad’s tone suggested something else in the works.

Even knowing that Robbie was to be spanked, the boys very much wanted to visit Mike. Once breakfast was done there was nothing else to do, so they went over.

“Good morning my lads!” Mike said in a brisk greeting. “I see that the traveler has been given a reprieve from his pill. How’s that feel, Robbie?”

“Kinda weird. I guess I’ve gotten used to it and James still had to take his,” Robbie answered. James’s erection made that clear!

“Well next time you’re here you’ll be back on the regimen.” Nothing was said or hinted at regarding the promised spanking. This made both boys uncomfortable, which was the intention. They weren’t experienced enough yet to know that game. “Tell me about what will be going on with you once you’re back.” Robbie had told a lot of this yesterday but there were some things to add and talking eased the tension a bit. James was quiet, though, which made him aware that the inevitable wasn’t happening yet. He was the one feeling antsy.

“I have permission to give you boys lunch again for Robbie’s last day. We’ll have the spanking right after lunch which will help insure a stinging bottom on the plane. We wouldn’t want to waste a spanking, now would we boys?” What could be said in response to that? Having it in the open returned the tension of expectation for both boys. Mike said it all in a jolly tone as if a spanking was nothing more than a game.

Mike had spanked them both but since the last spankings had not said anything about spanking James again. Was that being saved for Mom and Dad? They certainly were hinting broadly at it. Once that spanking was done would Mike be free to spank James again? Could he spank James sooner? The result was that both boys spent the morning with their minds on spankings. Lunch was relatively quiet, both boys eating rather mechanically rather than enjoying the food.

A quick cleanup was directed by Mike. The next direction was to tell the boys to come with him to his office. A chair was ready. James immediately saw the hairbrush sitting on Mike’s desk. He hoped that Robbie wouldn’t feel it today and then his mind jumped to whether he might feel it someday. He didn’t like that idea.

Once in the room Mike took Robbie by the arm and led him to the chair. Mike sat down and guided the boy over his lap. Having been there already Robbie had a better idea of what was expected. There was little adjustment needed to get him well positioned to be spanked.

Mike picked up the hairbrush and showed it to the prone boy. “We’ll see how the spanking goes and whether or not we need this today. Whether here or at home, I promise you that someday you will feel a hairbrush on your bottom.” That was ominous! “Now, let’s get to work.” Mike put down the brush and started to spank.

He started slowly and deliberately. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK A short pause. Another five, a bit firmer. Robbie already was reacting. After the next five each swat was greeted with an “oh!” or “ow!” Mike picked up the speed a bit and the swats got harder. Now Robbie was letting out with prolonged cries of “owwwwww!” A few more swats and he cried out “please! It hurts!” Mike said nothing.

James was feeling very uncomfortable watching this yet at the same time he could feel that his erection was even harder than usual. He had no idea what to think of that. He was getting a bit mesmerized by the steady blows on Robbie’s bottom. Then he wondered if Mom was hearing this next door. That would be humiliating for both of them!

SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Robbie was blubbering a bit now. Mike knew that the hairbrush was not needed today. It wouldn’t be long. A few more swats and James saw Robbie go limp over the lap, bawling like a little kid. James’s heart ached for his friend. He couldn’t believe how red Robbie’s bottom looked.

Mike let the boy bawl and sob for a while. It was what any boy in that position needs. As Robbie showed signs of calming down Mike said to James “hand me that tube on the desk, please.” James handed it over. Robbie let out a small shriek when the cold crème hit his hot bottom. Mike gently rubbed in the crème. He spoke quiet words of comfort which James could not fully make out. He heard Mike say that Robbie was a good boy more than once. Robbie was responding to this, accepting the comfort. He felt safe with Mike yet did not understand why he had to be spanked this way. Having a sore butt on the plane seemed hardly to be a reason for it.

Over the next couple of weeks James would learn the need for proper obedience as part of being stripped. Viewing Robbie’s spanking was a first step in that.

“James, could you leave us alone for a few minutes?” Mike asked. “You can go to the den and use the laptop. Shut the door when you leave, please.” The message was clear that James wasn’t to be privy to what came next.

Now alone together, Mike pulled the sobbing boy to sitting on his lap, holding him close, making him feel safe.

“I know you wonder why I did this. You really are a good boy, Robbie. James will be learning after you leave about the importance of proper obedience as part of being stripped. That will be expected of you when you visit again. I will expect it and I know James’s parents will expect it. So I have given you a taste of the consequences. His parents didn’t want to give any spankings this time but I can assure you that in the future both of you will be over their laps if you don’t behave and obey? Understand?”

“Yes, sir,” Robbie said, still sniffling.

“Good boy. I’m sure James will have spankings to tell you about over the next few weeks.” Robbie nodded; he didn’t know what to say. “You may not think so now but you’ll appreciate the sting as you sit on the plane.” Mike gave him a smile. “I’ve learned over the years that boys like the residual sting, even from a serious punishment spanking. It makes them feel secure, makes them know that someone loves them enough to spank them.”

“Yes, sir,” Robbie said again, this time sounding more like his usual self.

“Good boy.” Mike held Robbie close, Robbie returning it. He did feel secure, odd as that seemed at the moment. He also felt love passing between them, a love different from parents or James. All the while Mike had been stroking Robbie on his back and torso. Of course the boy was hard from all this. Mike gently slid a finger over Robbie’s erection but the last orgasm was James’s, not Mike’s. There were a few minutes of silence then Mike said “let’s go find James.” They went down to the den, Robbie soft again, Mike’s hand on Robbie’s shoulder.

In the den Mike said to James “I’ve explained some things to Robbie, things that you will be learning about and understanding after Robbie goes home. This spanking was for your benefit as much as for Robbie’s, as you’ll be learning.”

James felt a bit dumbfounded. Finally he said “could I see Robbie’s butt?” He had been wondering what the color would be like after the spanking. Robbie turned and showed him. Yes, it still was red but to James’s untrained eye it seemed that the color was settling. He’d be learning soon enough about color in boys’ bottoms.

After a look at his watch Mike said “off with you two! Robbie needs to get ready.” Robbie made to leave but Mike intercepted him and pulled him into another hug. This time Robbie again felt both secure and love from the man. Maybe this was worth a spanking. James was given a hug along with the comment “do as your told and don’t try to fight things. If your parents don’t spank you when it’s needed I will, don’t worry. I have permission. Both of you – I only spank when needed and I spank because I care about anyone I spank. Otherwise I wouldn’t spank them.” That was quite a bit to take in. Privately James knew that some of this was about his upcoming shave and that he should accept it without a fuss.

Robbie made his goodbye and the boys went back to James’s house.

“Time to get organized,” Mom said as they came in the door. It was Saturday so Dad didn’t have to go to work. There wasn’t much to do to get Robbie organized, packing up his toiletries, his laptop, and retrieving the bag with his clothes. To his delight Laura already had retrieved them and had everything clean and neat for him.

There was time for the boys to have a private moment before going to the airport. The boys kissed then James guided Robbie onto the bed. With his tongue he brought on an erection and proceeded to give his friend a farewell blowjob. Downstairs Mom and Dad could hear the end result and smiled to each other, pleased that the boys were one last moment together. A few minutes later they came downstairs to wait.

Right at three o’clock Dad said “in the car, boys!” Mom joined them and they were off to the airport. When they left the car Dad expertly maneuvered them through the crowd. As they now were experienced in stripped life it was easy to identify the tourist boys who were about to be stripped or had just been. There were some exceptions but generally the discomfort of the newly stripped boys was obvious. Soon Robbie was checked in and it was time to get dressed. Oddly, he felt almost reluctant to get into clothes again.

Laura handed him his bag of clothes. When he pulled out everything he noticed that there was no underwear. He started to say something but the look on Laura’s face stopped him. She had done this on purpose. A slow smile spread over Robbie’s face and they both laughed. It was a little something to remind him of the naked life in Florida. And a souvenir for James’s mom? As he would find out on the plane, it also helped make the sting in his bottom, now pleasant, more evident.

The boys hugged one last time. Both said “I love you” in whispers, but James’s parents could see what they said and gave each other pleased looks. A return visit for Robbie was a must.

On the plane Robbie did fidget a bit both from the sting in his bottom and the anticipation of being home. His life had changed. His parents knew all about the stripping, James’s mom had talked with Robbie’s every day, filling her in on everything. If his parents wanted him stripped it would have to be at home only. He’d heard about “naked at home” and it seemed that if parents instituted it that meant stripped full time, regardless of who might be there. Unlike Florida where so many other kids were stripped, being the only one would be quite humiliating. He wasn’t happy with that thought. Time would tell.


James is Spanked and Shaved

In the car on the ride back there were signs of rebellion. “We decided that it was best to put off your shave while Robbie was here. We made your spa appointment for four-thirty so that we can go right from the airport,” Mom said.

“Do we have to?”

“Yes, we do,” said Dad firmly. “This all has been discussed and decided.” Discussed, maybe, but not decided by James. He said nothing more but was stewing as they drove to the spa. His parents were well aware of his back seat sulk. He knew that most, if not all, of the boys at school would be shaved but his pubic hairs still were important to him. He tried to take comfort in knowing he’d be blending in if he was smooth. He knew about the spas and knew he’d be shaved where people could watch through the front window and hated the idea.

At the spa James could not conceal his reluctance to go in. Inside they were greeted by a handsome young man. He knew how to put nervous boys at ease, but James still was feeling rebellious. “What if I don’t want to be shaved?” he said yet again. This earned him another reprimand from Dad. “Son, these decisions are made by the parents. You know the rules.”

“Honey, you’ll be like the other boys. Well, most of them. That will feel good,” said Mom.

“I don’t want to!” James said.

“Look, son,” Dad said, now sounding very serious, “I told you that you are not too old to be spanked. Mike has spanked you and we’re your parents so there’s no reason that you won’t be spanked by us if you can’t obey. Now, do you want a spanking right here in front of everyone?”

“No!” James shouted, “but I don’t want a shave either and I’m not getting one!” That did it. Dad took James by the arm, pulled him over to a chair, sat and pulled his son over his lap. The spanking started right away. Dad meant business. He wasn’t being brutal or vicious, just hard enough to remind James of who was in charge here.

Spankings were regular events at any spa; so many boys did not want to lose their manly pubes. The staff always waited patiently, without comment, for the spankings to end and obedience to be restored. People passing by, however, always were fascinated by the show and James’s spanking was no exception. When Dad finished, James was painfully aware of an audience outside the window.

James’s yells turned to “Dad! Please! I’ll do it! Please stop!”

“Do you mean that, son?”

“Yes, Daddy! Please don’t spank me anymore!” James saying “Daddy” confirmed his truthfulness. James was close to tears, but not crying. Dad let him up and the spa operator smoothly took over.

“Let’s get you comfortable here,” he said, indicating the fancy barber chair especially designed for shaving pubic regions, knowing full well that James would not be comfortable while his bottom was sore. Along with any embarrassment at being shaved.

The man was expert and the shave was quick leaving James hairless from the neck down. “What else does this boy need?” the man asked James’s parents. “Any jewelery? Have you bought his vibrators or butt plugs yet?” James turned bright red at this open discussion of these things. He hadn’t read the pamphlets particularly closely so still was not fully aware of what could be done to him, should his parents choose. “We also have a fine selection of paddles to help with discipline,” the man added. James didn’t like hearing that, either.

“Oh you look so nice, honey,” said Mom when James got up from the chair. Now he could get a good look at himself in the mirror. One advantage of the shave was immediately clear – his erection looked bigger! He couldn’t help but smile which let his parents know that his attitude was changing. They gave each other a quick glance.

“For now I think we’ll just get vibrators,” Dad said while James checked out himself in the mirror. “What do you recommend?” The operator also was a good salesman. He explained the options. “These are good for a boy like James,” he said. He had learned to assess individual boys and advise parents on the best gadgets. He had selected starter vibrators, one for the penis and one anal.

“Looks good to me,” Dad said. “What do you think?” he asked Laura. She was pleased with the choice. Payment was made, thanks given, and the family went home.

Once home, James went up to the bathroom to see himself in the mirror again. Now he was preening a bit. Maybe this wasn’t so bad. He decided to go next door to let Mike be the first to see the shave and find out what he thought of it.

Suspecting that he’d get a visit at some point, Mike made sure to be near windows that gave him a view of the other house. Sure enough, the smooth James did make his way over. Not wanting to be too eager, Mike waited for the knock before going to the door.

“Hi buddy,” he said when he saw his young friend. James came in and said “well, now you see the shave,” trying to sound confident. He also noticed that Mike was dressed.

“You do look good, pal,” Mike said. James did smile at the compliment. Mike was impressed with how big James’s erection looked now that he had no pubic hair. “Did you behave at the spa?” Now a slight blush returned.

“Um, well. . . I. . .”

“I see. A public spanking. Did you learn your lesson?” James blushed, embarrassed that Mike was so sure that he’d been spanked.

“I did,” James said, trying to sound convincing. Mike smiled. It was time to change the topic.

“How did it go at the airport? Robbie safely sent off?”

“Yeah,” James replied, unhappily. “He’ll let me know as soon as he’s home.”

“You boys are very close, aren’t you?”

“There’s no one like him! I really love him!” James blurted out the latter comment. In despair at missing Robbie and embarrassment at his admission, he threw his arms around Mike, needing the comfort of such intimacy. Mike understood and held him close.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not right now.”

“Come with me.” Mike took James by the hand. It felt like a little boy gesture but it was what James needed right now. Mike led him to the den, sat in his chair, and signaled James to sit on his lap. When James was settled Mike put his arms around the boy. “You’re safe with me,” he said quietly. James nodded and settled into the embrace.

It was quite some time before James was feeling better. He wasn’t ready yet to discuss further his feelings about Robbie, however. He was starting to fidget a bit. Mike knew this was an indication that he needed some relief. It took a bit longer than usual given James’s subdued mood. When he did shoot it felt good which made James feel more like his usual self.

“Thanks, Mike,” he said.

“Any time, buddy.”

“I think I should go home now. Thanks for being a friend.”

“You’re always welcome here, James. You’re welcome to talk about anything you need to. I won’t betray confidences.”

“Thanks!” James held him close then got down and went home.

Later that night when the pill had worn off James spent some more time in front of the mirror. Maybe this look wasn’t so bad.


With Other Shaved Boys

After breakfast the next day James went off to the park, hoping to see how he’d fit in with the other shaved boys. And girls. He was greeted more warmly than usual, his new friends excited to see that he was one of them. James was gaining more confidence that things would be good when school started.

Jack was shaved, too, and especially warm towards James now. James saw a potential good friendship here. No one would replace Robbie, however. A little while later Lou showed up, wearing his vibrator. The boys watched, expecting Lou’s father and business associates to arrive for their meeting. Most of the boys thought of “meeting” in quotes. The men did show up and Lou’s father managed to find a time when it was unexpected to turn on the vibrator. It wasn’t just the men who enjoyed the show. The boys were impressed, some even were envious. James wondered if he wanted his own new vibrator put to use.

Whatever Lou’s dad was doing with the vibrator it had Lou twitching far more than James had seen him do previously. All the boys were impressed that even though Lou was hard from his pill, his father could use the vibrator to hold off his son’s ejaculation. No one thought it possible. When Lou did shoot it was for distance, spurting heavily. The vibrator was turned off and Lou, gasping, found a bench where he could rest.

“Shit, did you see that?” Jack said to James.

“Yeah. I don’t want that!”

“Me neither. Do you have a vibrator yet?”

“Yeah, two but they haven’t used them yet. You?”

“Not yet but Dad says I’ll have one in time for school.”

“That could be horrible!” James said, truly feeling for his new friend.

“I know. . .”

The morning seemed to go quickly, the boys visiting together and helping each other when the need arose which, as we know, was often. These pills certainly created an inexhaustible supply in a boy.

At lunchtime Jack turned to James, asking “would you like to get a sandwich?” James was happy to do that, especially as he sensed that Jack wanted to talk. The local deli supplied great sandwiches and soon the boys had sandwiches along with chips and sodas. Jack led James to a small table somewhat away from the others.

“You seem to be getting used to being stripped,” Jack said.

“I guess I am. In a way it’s great being naked a lot. I guess I always liked it but never thought of really doing it full time, especially out in public like this. It helps that so many guys, and girls, are stripped.”

“How’d you feel about getting shaved? I hated it at first. I made a big fuss. Did you?”

Was a revelation coming? “Yeah, I really did hate the idea even though most guys are shaved. I don’t know if it was better or worse that they put it off until my friend went home.”

Jack lowered his voice. “I really tried to rebel. I think I can trust you not to say anything, but” he paused, thinking it over, “Dad gave me a hard spanking to make me comply. Right there in the spa!”

“Wow,” said James. “Well, I can admit that I did the same and Dad gave me spanking when we were at the spa. I hadn’t been spanked by Dad for years. All kinds of people were watching through the window, too.”

“Same. That was the worst! I hadn’t been spanked for years, either. My parents had been making comments about spanking for a while but it didn’t sound like they intended to do it. Oh Dad would give me a swat now and then, mostly in fun. We did see a guy get spanked at a Walmart. That may have made him think he definitely would spank me.”

“You saw someone spanked at Walmart?” James was incredulous.

“Yes. Let me tell you, the guy’s a real jerk. I felt no pity for him. In a way it was fun to watch.” He started to chuckle and soon both were laughing.

“I don’t know what got my parents thinking about it, but they’d been making comments, too” James said. “They have been talking to some other parents so I guess that’s where they got the idea. Dad says he’ll spank me any time he thinks I need it. Especially if I go three days in a row without shaving myself smooth.”

“Ugh. My parents didn’t make that threat but I think they feel the same way. I definitely am expected to stay smooth. They said if I don’t they’ll make me have electrolysis.”

There was a pause as the boys turned their attentions back to lunch. As he ate Jack reflected that James had been specific about saying that his father hadn’t spanked him for years rather than years since he’d had a spanking. Did that mean someone else was spanking him? Robbie? That would be hot. The neighbor James had told him about?

James started to ask “so, how do you feel about. . . y’know. . .”

Jack was pretty sure what James meant. “People just grabbing me and jacking me off any time?” Jack said. James nodded. “Well, these damn pills make me need it a lot. I would rather do it myself or let someone I like do it but sometimes I just need it and it doesn’t matter. Y’know what I mean?”

“I do! Do your parents do you, too?”

“Yeah, a lot. Mom mostly. She loves it. Dad is better, though. He’s a guy, so of course he knows what feels good.

“Same with mine. Sometimes my dad does me at bedtime after the pill has worn off. I like those times. Just us.”

Jack was feeling comfortable and safe now with James. “My father is incredibly good at it. His jackoff sessions as a teen must have awesome.” That got them laughing again.

“I hadn’t thought about it, but I’d say the same about my Dad.”

Lunch was done. Jack asked “do you need help now?” James said he did. “Good. I loved doing you the other day and really wanted to again.” Both boys blushed at the admission but James had been hoping Jack might do this again. Maybe even when they weren’t under the effect of the pills. As always results were quick. James returned the favor, enjoying again how Jack’s hardon felt, comparing it to his own and to Robbie’s. Another quick shot.

The boys rested quietly for a while. James could see that Jack had something else on his mind. After a bit, looking embarrassed, Jack managed to ask “what’s with, um, you and your friend?”

“Robbie?” This was unexpected. James didn’t think they’d done anything that would make anyone wonder. “He’s my best friend in the world,” James was able to answer honestly.

“Having to move here must have been horrible for you.”

“Yeah, it was, and being stripped on top of having a new home and trying to make new friends made it hard. At least it felt that way.”

“I’d like for us to be friends,” Jack said.

James gave a sigh of relief. “Me, too.”

“Did you and Robbie. . .?” Jack didn’t need to finish that question. James’s silence answered the question. In a near whisper Jack said “cool. I hope we can, too.” Both boys blushed again. Nothing more was said but both knew that this friendship would add physical intimacy beyond simply helping each other and both felt good about it. They chatted a while longer then rejoined the others. All were happy that Beth and her gang never showed up.

“See you tomorrow?” Jack asked as things broke up later.

“Yup,” said James. He walked home slowly. Jack could never replace Robbie but this felt good.

“You look pensive,” Mom said when he found her in the kitchen. It was getting close to dinner time.

“No, just enjoying the walk.” Mom seemed to accept that answer. She gave him a quick stroking which did make him feel better. That done, she sent him upstairs to shower and get ready for dinner.


Time With Dad

James went upstairs early. He wanted to be alone for awhile and did manage to do some reading. Around ten Dad came in. “May I come in?” he asked. James said “sure.”

By now the pill had worn off and James was soft. It always felt good to lose the pill’s effects. He’d rather be hard naturally. What boy doesn’t? Dad sat on the bed. Silently he reached over and began teasing James into a natural erection. This one felt good! His son hard, Dad took him on a masturbation ride unlike anything he’d experienced. For a good forty-five minutes Dad brought James close, then denied him. At first it was exciting but after a while it became erotic torture. Dad was surprised, but pleased, at how long it took for James to start begging for the ultimate release.

“Dad!” James was gasping. “Please! It hurts! Daddy! Please!!” Dad was amused that James was calling him “Daddy” now. The same as when he was spanked.

When the finale came James let out with a long loud yell and groan. After full day of cumming he didn’t have much left but that didn’t matter. He convulsed as he shot, his breath coming hard. Dad held James’s cock as he softened. Mom kept a supply of towels by James’s bed. After all, any teenage boy needs them regularly.

As Dad cleaned James he said “good work, son. I’m proud of you. You’ll sleep well tonight.” James responded by hugging Dad. Nothing more was said. Nothing need be said. The father and son love flowed. James did sleep well that night.


The Vibrators

The morning after his shave James noticed there was no pill by his breakfast plate.

“You’ll get your pill at lunch, honey,” Mom said. “We want to try the vibrators tonight so need to keep you hard until later.” James groaned slightly but did not object. He had no choice.

That night after dinner he went into the den with his parents. They had read the instructions along with talking to Elaine’s parents. They had been happy with their son’s vibrators, as had their son once he was used to them.

Dad thought it would be less embarrassing if he put the penis vibrator on James rather than have Mom do it. James stood still as Dad worked, the device settling into place easily. It actually felt good once it was turned on. It also had almost instant results, James feeling like he was shooting even more than usual.

“I’d say that is a success,” said Mom. “How’d if feel, honey?”

“Good actually,” James admitted.

An hour later it was time for the anal vibrator. Laura had laid claim to dealing with that one. “James, up on the couch on your knees and elbows, bottom in the air,” she instructed. He had not turned his hole over to his parents since he was a very little boy so this was embarrassing, especially as it was Mom doing it. She was gentle. In fact, he thought she seemed practiced at it. The plug felt good when it was finally inside him. When it was set to vibrate he was in even more excitement that from the penis vibrator. A towel had been put under him and quickly in was covered with another copious ejaculation from the now overstimulated boy.

“These are as good as we were told,” Mom said as she slipped the vibrator out. “We’ll use them regularly I think.” James thought maybe he could get used to this. Masturbation had become routine in some ways; this was a new form of excitement.

James was still hard when he went to bed, exhausted from the two intense orgasms. Dad came up and sat with him for a few minutes, making sure his son was ok after the new experience. James would be soft soon. Dad gave him one last orgasm before the pill wore off, a quiet orgasm, just enough to bring on restful sleep.

To be continued



James and Robbie 9

Fifteen-year-old James’s life changes in ways he could never imagine when his father relocates the family to Florida. First, James has to leave behind his longtime best friend, Robbie. Then, in Florida, his parents decide to put James into the Stripped for Florida program. James has no choice but to accept his fate and what happens to stripped boys.


School Starts

Having Robbie visit cut things close for both boys in terms of getting ready for school. There were last minute things to do to get ready, but that always was the case every year.

When Robbie got home he called James right away and they had a long Skype session on cam. The new intimacy that had developed during the visit initially made it hard for them to talk, neither knowing how to be open about that intimacy.

“I miss you already,” James said.

“Oh God, I miss you, too,” Robbie moaned. Talk of Robbie’s flight home loosened up things and soon they were their normal selves. “My butt did sting the whole way.” That admission made them laugh.

“I got the shave as soon as you left,” James finally revealed. He hadn’t been sure how he wanted to tell Robbie about it, though of course he would.

“And…?” James filled in his friend with the whole story, including the spanking. “Did you cry like I did?” Robbie asked, knowing this intimacy was only between them and Mike.

“Not quite, but close,” James admitted.

“Lemme see!” Robbie demanded. “I can’t believe you waited so long to tell me.” James laughed, the banter feeling comfortable now. It hardly been “so long” for him to tell Robbie about the shave. He stood and adjusted the laptop so that he was in full view. “Wow! They did a good job!”

“Yeah. I have to touch it up every couple of days. Jack said he’d show me what to do.” Robbie felt a twinge of jealousy at the mention of Jack. He had plenty of friends at school but no one would replace James and he hated the thought that Jack might take his place in James’s life. Eventually the boys did have to sign off. They’d talk every day, per usual.

James and Robbie were plenty busy in the days leading up to school. James saw Jack every day, if only briefly. It would be good to start at a new school knowing there was someone he’d bonded with already. Jack had lived in this town all his life but the friendship with James felt different than his other friendships and he was enjoying it. He could tell how James felt about Robbie so had no expectations other than a good friendship. A “friend with benefits” would be nice, however. He didn’t know how likely that might be. He’d never felt that way about anyone, girl or boy.

James was ready for the first day with all the supplies he needed and as emotionally ready as he was likely to be. Elaine was in the same grade so they had made plans to walk together. The school was about fifteen minutes away so no need for a bus or a ride from parents. At Robbie’s school many kids were showing up in new clothes. At James’s school many kids were showing up with fresh shaves. James had to admit that Elaine was looking particularly good that morning. He’d had his pill so didn’t suffer the embarrassment of getting hard when he saw her. He was hard already, though he suspected he would have reacted with a hardon if he hadn’t taken his pill.

James and Elaine didn’t see each other a great deal, particularly during Robbie’s visit, but they had eased into an enjoyable friendship. Now that James was stripped and shaved, she backed off from the “you’ll love it” and proved to be a ready guide to what life was like as a stripped teen. James was learning but having her help made a big difference, too.

When they arrived Jack quickly sought out James. They compared schedules and were excited to find that they were sharing a number of classes. They also were in the same homeroom which was a relief to James. Every year on the first day there was an assembly to acquaint the students with the school. The principal gave essentially the same talk every year.

“There are many new students this year, as there are every year. Some of you are newly stripped. New students and newly stripped students are to be treated with the same respect as anyone else.” He went on to explain that there were specific times and places for the boys to take of things during the day. It was understood that there might be accidents during class but any intentional ejaculations would be cause for detention or other punitive measures as necessary. Vibrators for boys were forbidden in classes. The girls, too, had their own times and places if vibrators or other stimulation were needed, but girls were not allowed the use of vibrators during classes either.

There was time after the assembly before the first class for stripped boys and girls to take care of their various needs. Jack took James to his favorite spot. James recognized a couple of guys from the park and met some new ones. There certainly was an impressive array of erections. It was a normal boys’ restroom except that there was a sort of trough in the middle of the room for the boys to shoot into, water regularly washing away the semen.

“Some guys like to try and cum on others. Do your best to avoid them because you’ll just get delayed cleaning up,” Jack told James. He showed him where there were paper towels and things to help the clean up if that happened.

Otherwise the first day was uneventful and over the next couple of weeks James settled into a comfortable routine. He quickly learned who to be friendly with and which guys to avoid. From what he could tell, it was some of the stripped boys who were more aggressive than dressed ones. He’d expected that the dressed boys were more likely to take advantage of that and try to bully some of the younger stripped boys, but most of the dressed boys were unaffected by being around so many naked boys and girls.

During the second week of school Jack suggested that they study together a couple of nights a week. James liked the idea and his parents were fine with it, as were Jack’s. The boys traded off whose house they used. James enjoyed seeing Jack’s home and his parents were friendly and welcoming. When they met up at school after the first time at Jack’s he found time for a quiet chat with James. “My parents were well behaved last night.” James gave him a quizzical look. “They usually take care of me a couple of times at night before the pill wears off and I expected they’d want their hands on you, too.”

“Mine are the same way. We’ll see how they behave when we go to my house.” After school they hung out together, comparing their lives at home and how their parents were treating them as stripped boys. Jack hadn’t been stroked off while sitting in his dad’s lap even though his dad took care of him regularly. The idea of being stroked while sitting on his dad’s lap was exciting. Or on James’s dad’s lap, now that he thought of it. He wondered how to make either or both happen.

“You only recently got stripped. Any special reason?”

“I’m not sure. My older brother and sister both got stripped when they turned eleven. Right on their birthdays. My brother was a late bloomer and looked like a little boy, five or six, when he was stripped. He always seemed cool about it. My sister was already developing when she was stripped. I guess they figured it would be better for me to wait as I was a boy and might be late like my brother. I hit puberty over two years ago! In a way I didn’t want to wait since I knew it would happen eventually. I wanted to show off my new bush even though I knew I’d be shaved. Plus most of my buddies were stripped.”

“So, you wanted to be stripped?”

“Yeah, why not? Don’t you like being naked all the time?”

“Well, yeah, it is kinda cool, but. . . the pills. . .”

“I know but you get used to it. At least that’s what my brother said and, yeah, I think I am getting used to it. Anyhow, I think it’s cool that you can jerk off any time you want.” The boys laughed at that. “No one’s home at my house until at least four, want to hang out there?”

“Sounds cool.” Jack lived not far from James so it was not really out of the way. At Jack’s they went straight up to his room. As teens do, they switched on the laptop and found an online game.

After a few minutes Jack let out a groan. “I haven’t cum for at least two hours.”

“Let me help you,” said James. They’d already stroked each other but that was at the park with lots of other people. James wanted the time to take things slow, if possible. Jack lay down on the bed and James took him in hand. It didn’t take long, despite James’s efforts to stretch it out. As soon as he’d shot, Jack was up, pushed James down, and took him in hand. James shot quickly, too.

“We need to clean up,” said Jack. “Let’s get in the shower.” It seemed that he wanted them to shower together. It had been fun with Robbie, so why not? Once under the water they had fun washing each other, taking more care with the job than was necessary. Later James would feel a bit guilty about doing this with someone other than Robbie but for now he was having fun. He’d done the same with Mike, but somehow he was different and it didn’t make James feel guilty. They still did shower together sometimes.

A little after four Jack’s mother got home. “Hey there,” she called up the stairs.

“Hi Mom,” Jack said in return. “James is here, too. We’ll be right down.” The boys went downstairs. Jack’s mom was pleased to see James again. She’d very much wanted to get her hands on him that first night that the boys had studied together.

“Well, look at you two,” she said, admiring both of them. She’d been impressed that the boys had such similar erections. This was a chance to get a better look. She put her things down and said “let’s go into the den so I can visit with you.” In the den she sat on the couch and patted a cushion on each side. “Sit beside me, boys.” This was like what James’s mother did with him and Robbie. Did all the mothers do this? The boys sat and she gently put an arm around each shoulder. “How was your day? James, are you feeling you’re getting settled?”

“Yes, ma’am. School is pretty good. It helps having a friend like Jack,” he added, hoping she’d be flattered. She was.

“Yes, he’s a good little boy. My good little boy.” She gave each a squeeze. Did the moms all take some kind of pill to make them think this way? Just like his own mother, Jack’s was talking about her good little boy. He was sure Jack hated as much as he did. They chatted some more about school, Jack’s mom quite interested in all they had to tell. That was nice.

“And when did you boys last take care of things?” she asked as the conversation hit a bit of a lull. James blushed at her directness. He hardly knew her and she was asking that question.

“Not long ago,” said Jack, hoping to avert Mom embarrassing them both. Sometimes she stroked him, sometimes she had him stand in the middle of the room and do himself. He knew she really enjoyed watching. It was one thing to do that when it was only the two of them but he was with his new friend.

“Hm,” she said. “I know signs of need and I’m seeing them now.” She took her arm off from around James’s shoulder and reached down under his balls, tickling lightly. Immediately he squirmed at her touch. It did feel good. She explored his balls then moved up to his now-straining erection. She wasn’t stroking him, just sliding her fingers around the shaft, teasing the head. She knew she’d get results and she did. James’s body stiffened, unusual for him, and with a groan he let go, shooting high in the air.

“My, my, what a good little boy you are!” Jack’s mom said, clearly impressed. She let James lean back against her as she turned her attention to her son and gave him the same treatment, something he was used to. Quickly and with a shudder, Jack let go, also shooting high in the air. “Two good little boys,” she said. She pulled Jack against her, now having a boy snuggling up to her on either side.

“You boys need to take a quick shower,” she said after a while. Even having showered not long before, the boys took their time, enjoying the intimacy. Maybe it would be ok to enjoy this with someone in addition to Robbie.

“I’d better get home,” James said after they’d dried off for the second time that day. He thanked Jack’s mom and took his leave. It was quite likely there would be a similar session with his Mom when Jack visited.

A routine did develop at Jack’s on their study nights. James would come over and before the boys went to work Jack’s mom, and occasionally his dad, would “help” the boys. “It helps keep you focused on your schoolwork” Jack’s mom had said. The boys had to admit that she was right. While they were together there always would be “break” in their work to take care of things. By the time James needed to leave the pills would have worn off and both boys were soft and relaxed. A couple of times Jack’s dad came in when they were done, coaxed each back into an erection, and edged them. This seemed to be a power trip, Jack’s dad exerting control, rather than simply providing pleasure. James found it disconcerting, never having had an adult exert authority this way. He didn’t know why Jack’s dad wanted to control them that way.

The same week as the adventure with Jack’s mom a similar scenario took place at James’s.
James had seen how his mother looked at Jack and knew that she wanted her hands on Jack’s impressive erection. It made sense. When Jack arrived that same week for his evening at James’s he let himself in as he’d been doing for quite some time now. Mom was finishing up in the kitchen and called out for him to join her. James heard his friend arrive, came downstairs, and joined them.

“Well look at you,” Mom said to Jack, pulling him into an embrace. An embrace which included a hand on his pert bottom. When she released him she said “are you boys ready for your studies tonight?”

“Guess so,” said James, wanting to have the time alone with Jack.

“Oh, but I know there’s one thing to do first,” she said with a gleam in her eye. She pulled Jack back into her, his back against her, reached around and fondled him. Jack gasped with pleasure. It didn’t take long. It never did. Jack let go, shooting over and over across the floor. When he’d recovered Mom turned to James. “You need to add to the mess,” she said with a smile. She repeated the handjob on James who let go with a shudder, blending his own shot after shot in with Jack’s.

“My, my, what a mess to clean up,” Mom said, obviously pleased with the mess. “Up you go and get to work.”

They did and the evening continued per usual. Over time a routine developed at James’s house. Mom was more likely to do the boys standing up, which they did enjoy. Dad was curious about Jack, of course, and lent a hand, as it were, a couple of times. James mentally compared the techniques of each set of parents. Nothing to complain about, other than having no say in who stroked him and when.

There were daily phone calls or skypes with Robbie, sometimes when Jack was there. Robbie heard about everything that was going on, his feeling of envy growing. Being stripped full time and available to anyone was horrible, he thought. He’d seen it and felt the embarrassment. Yet, something about it was exciting and the thought of doing it with James gave it some appeal. He was developing jealousy toward Jack being the one James was with, rather than him.

One pre-bedtime Skype visit Robbie really grilled James on what he did with Jack.

“We study and we jerk off, sometimes do each other, that’s it.”

“Is it?”

“Yes, you big idiot. Jack is fun but he’s not you.” That made Robbie feel better. Robbie was naked for bed; he liked doing these calls naked. James could tell that Robbie was stroking himself. What he didn’t know was that Robbie had fantasized about a three-way with James and Jack. He got very hard any time he had the fantasy, which was becoming more often.

“I know what you’re doing,” James said with a twinkle. “Get up and let me see.” Robbie was thrilled to be asked. He got up, adjusted the camera, and did his best to put on a show for his pal. James was envious that Robbie could take so long as he mostly was shooting quickly due to the pills. Being on show got Robbie even more excited. When he was ready he shot a lot more than usual, groaning in his orgasm.

“That was hot!” James said when Robbie returned to his chair.

“Thanks man. Always hot to do it for you. I gotta clean up my mess and get to bed. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

“Yup! Love you, man!” “Love you, too.” Their calls now ended that way every time. Neither knew what they meant by “love” other than they had a special bond of friendship.


The Flu and Betty

A couple of days later James woke up feeling lousy. Mom came, took one look at him, and said “you don’t look well at all.” She put a hand on his forehead and it was clear that he had a temperature. “You’re staying home and in bed.” She knew right away that it was flu. One symptom was that the patient might feel cold so James was allowed a blanket in which he wrapped himself.

Both parents worked now. Both could take time off if needed, though this week both had some meetings that were important for each. After some thought, Mom called another neighbor she’d gotten to know, Betty. Betty was not married and seemed not to need a job as she always was around. She wasn’t nosy but always friendly. Mom gave her a call and explained the situation. Betty was glad to help. “I know some things which can be fine remedies,” she had assured Mom. James already knew her but Mom took the time to bring Betty into James’s room and explain the situation. James felt bad enough that he’d agree to most anything. He did like Betty, though, from what little they’d been together.

“You need some sleep more than anything,” Mom said as she left. She was right. James fell asleep and slept for about four hours. Betty looked in a few times just to make sure he was ok. Later she came in as James was waking up.

“How are you feeling, James?” He was relieved that she called him that and not Jimmy-James.

“Rotten still,” he croaked.

“I’m sure. It does take a while. Now that you’re awake I need to take your temperature.”

“Oh, do you? I still feel hot so I don’t think it’s necessary.”

“Oh yes it is, young man.” The change in tone showed that Betty meant business. What difference would a couple of minutes with a thermometer in his mouth make? Betty had brought a bag with what she considered to be appropriate medical supplies. From it she produced a thermometer and a tube of lubricant. “Take the blanket off and roll onto your left side.”

“What?”

“I told you that I’m going to take your temperature and there is only one effective way to do it.”

“What, in my bum?” James was still croaking as he spoke.

“Of course. How else? Now, do as I say. I wouldn’t spank you while you’re weak but it can be saved for when you feel better.” Another spanking threat. What was it about Florida? James groaned a bit but obeyed. “Pull your right leg up. That’s right. Hold still.” He watched her put a bit of lube on the thermometer, then on her finger. Without comment she put the finger on his hole, sliding in gently, and working it. “This is called postillioning. It gets you ready for a thermometer and especially for an enema.”

“Enema?” He’d heard the word but wasn’t quite sure what it meant. He had a feeling he wasn’t going to like it when he found out.

“Yes, an enema.” She withdrew the finger. “For now, though, we do this.” She slipped the thermometer in. From the sound of it, an enema was on the agenda. She left the thermometer in for more than the usual two minutes. Robbie didn’t mind. For some reason it was providing some comfort. When she did remove it, Betty stroked his bottom. “Hm, not bad but you still have a temperature and it’s clear you’re still ailing. Do you want to sleep some more?”

“Yes, please.” She wrapped him the blanket and he was asleep almost immediately. A couple of hours later he woke up. On his desk was a bag with a hose attached. What was Betty up to now? A few minutes later she came in doing one of regular checks.

“Awake again? Good. How do you feel?”

“A little better I think.”

“Good. I have the best remedy for this, and many ailments. You’ll feel a lot better when we’re done.” She picked up the bag. “I’m going to give you an enema and help get the toxins out of your system. Most people don’t know it but a weekly enema goes a long way to maintaining good health. Now, blanket off and get onto your left side again.” James obeyed. “I’ll be right back.” He heard water running in the bathroom and a few minutes later Betty returned with the bag now full of water. James’s eyes widened.

“Pull your right leg up again and we’ll get this into you.”

“You mean water up my. . . up my bum?”

“Exactly, young man.”

James made a weak effort to protest. “I’m not sure I want to,” he said. To no avail as he knew would be the case.

“Do you really want that spanking when you’re better?”

“No, ma’am.” He gave in.

She lubed his hole again, this time taking more time with preparing him for an object’s entry, now to be the nozzle and two quarts of water. “There, you’re ready,” she said briskly when she withdrew. “Take a deep breath and relax.” The nozzle went in easily and surprisingly it did not hurt. “If you cramp or feel uncomfortable I can stop the flow, but you need to take the full two quarts.” Two quarts! That seemed a lot. James knew he had no choice. Betty started the flow. James asked for a couple of pauses but overall had no trouble accepting the full bag. An intestine full of water felt somewhat good. “Now, clench as I remove the nozzle so that we don’t have a mess on the bed.” James did and the procedure went smoothly.

Nothing was said. Betty let him lie there to feel the effects of the water. Suddenly he knew he had to go. “I need to go!” he said.

“Yes, it is time,” Betty answered. James hurried to the bathroom as quickly as he could while feeling sick and also full of water. Releasing felt good, too. Betty came in to make sure he was ok and the expulsion was going well. He felt bad enough that he didn’t mind. It took a while but he knew when he’d emptied everything. “Stand up so I can clean you,” Betty said. He obeyed, still too weak to fuss. Nonetheless he did feel a bit better, enough better to enjoy Betty’s hands on him as she cleaned his bottom.

“Back to bed with you until your mother gets home,” Betty told him. He now was conscious enough to perceive her comments as commands which were to be obeyed. Not harsh, but definitely to be obeyed.

James did feel better the next morning but still not ready to go back to school, or to get out of bed for that matter. Mom said that Betty would be with him again. Yesterday in a weird way had felt like an adventure so he looked forward to her arrival. She certainly had a way with her home remedies.

Sure enough Betty had her enema supplies again. “I can see that you’re well enough to start the day with a cleansing enema,” she said in her brisk manner.

“Yes, ma’am.” Without being told James got in position. Betty smiled and went to fill the bag. After a few minutes of the finger, which now felt very good, she slipped in the nozzle. Today the water flowed in without incident. Today the enema also produced an erection. James felt a bit embarrassed but Betty had seen him that way many times, so what did it matter. He lasted a bit longer before he needed to expel. Again Betty oversaw things and cleaned him afterwards. Today he felt well enough that he could relax into her touching him. His erection returned and she had her hand on that a few times.

Bathroom done she put him to bed again. “I’ll be up later. Try to sleep. You’ll feel much better after the second enema and a nap.” James already felt better but easily went back to sleep.

A couple of hours later Betty returned to find James without the blanket and sporting an afternoon version of morning wood. With a smile she sat on the edge of the bed and lightly took his hardness in hand. James moaned lightly. Her gentle stroking woke him up, he now was letting out with “mmm, mmm” of pleasure as she stroked. He must be feeling better!

As she worked him, James knew that she was expert at this. She pushed him as far as was sensible given that he still was weak from the flu. Still, she stretched out the handjob and James had a satisfying orgasm when the time came. So much better than when he was on the pill.

After he shot Betty let him rest a moment, then went out, returning with a damp facecloth to do a more pleasurable clean up. “Thank you,” James said. “Thank you for that and for taking care of me.”

“It’s been a pleasure. I hope we can be friends after this.”

“Yeah, sure.” He smiled. He meant it though he knew friendship with Betty would not be like friendship with Mike, which he preferred. That was ok, he liked her.

James stayed home two more days as time always is needed to recover from the flu. He was able to stay alone now and without the pill. He didn’t miss the all-day hardon. He could get hard regularly without it anyhow, being a teen. As he felt better over the two days he experimented with some new things to pleasure himself, things he’d read about online. This was fun!

Of course he had talked to Robbie when he felt better. Robbie expressed concern and caring, and was glad when he knew James was back to health. “I can’t lose you completely,” he said at one point. “You won’t,” James assured him.

There were chats with Jack who eagerly awaited James’s return to school. They skipped a study night as James wanted a couple more nights to sleep but soon the routine was back, including “help” from the moms.

After it was over James did wonder if Betty really would spank him. He had no intention of provoking it, that was for sure!


To be continued