It's Not Fair 1

It's Not Fair 1
By Cassie

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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This story is set in the Puericil Universe:

Stirred by growing indiscipline and juvenile delinquency, society has reverted to traditional values. That process is now known as "Conservative Resurgence". Previously unmanageable children have been firmly brought back under adult control. Parental authority has been remarkably strengthened. The same has happened with other authority figures', like teachers, school officials, policemen, ministers and all adults, in general. Children are once again children, not miniature adults, and adults are in charge, it's as simple as that.

It was noted that almost all teenage delinquency and unruliness was due to boys' misbehaviour, rather than girls'. Boys' school results were also conspicuously poorer. Therefore, social control of boys is much tighter now. They are seen as less mature than girls, by a wide margin, and treated accordingly. They are granted less responsibility, freedom and privacy than girls, because boys do not need it and in fact thrive under stricter control. Unlike girls, they are not allowed access to the internet until they are legally adults, as a way of protecting them. As a result, boys are more naïve and innocent than they used to be

The age of majority is now 21 for boys and 18 for girls.

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.

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Boy Stuff is a monthly magazine whose targeted readership is young males between the ages of 6 and 20. It addresses topics of interest for boys, such as outdoors activities, adventure and mystery stories, exploration, crafts, motor racing and sports.

It is published in two demographic editions. Both editions share the same cover and most of the contents, but are tuned to the target audience through the inclusion of 20-26 pages of unique content per edition. The first edition is suitable for younger readers, from 6 to 11 years old. The second edition is appropriate for 12-20 year old boys

"It's Not Fair!" is a letter column in this magazine. In it, boys write to protest and complain about things they don't like, and are given a brief, good-natured response. Most of it is quite light-hearted in tone, but sometimes boys use the letters to blow off steam.

Although most letters deal with boring boyish concerns, quite a few of them might be of interest for readers of this fine web site, so let's reproduce some of them here (the magazine responses are in italics, and occasionally I'll add my own observations between square brackets):

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Kevin (17 years old)

I'm 17 and I'm still washed by my mom. I thought she would stop when I became a teen, but she didn't. Of course, I take Puericil, so it's not like I have hair down there, but still I am way too old for my mom to bathe me. It's just too embarrassing! She won't even let me wash my own peenie. The worst part is when she slides my foreskin back to wash the head and lectures me on how important it is to keep that clean. Why does she even bother telling me, if she doesn't let me wash myself? I have recently started dating, and before I go out with a girl she is extra thorough, saying she wants to make sure I'm clean for my date. It's not fair!

You are not the first nor the last boy who is bathed well into his teens by his mom, Kevin. You know how moms are: loving but protective and fierce like a lioness when it comes to protecting their cubs. It's not likely you'll make her change her mind until she is ready to do so, but take comfort in the knowledge she loves and cares about you. Have patience and bear it with a grin, even though it's embarrassing!

[[Notice how the boy's letter ends with "It's not fair!". All the letters in this column end like that; it's like a signature. Notice also how Kevin uses a babyish term like "peenie" to refer to his penis. Boy Stuff would not print a harsher sounding word. In fact, in such a conservative and strict society, even older boys like Kevin tend to use infantile words like that to refer to sexual parts. If a boy used terms like "cock" or even "dick" it would be highly shocking, and would surely earn him a mouth soaping and a spanking should any adult heard. Even proper anatomical terms like "penis" are considered inappropriate for boys, even those Kevin's age and older.]]

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Paul (12 years old)

I have been bathed by females all my life. My mother or one of my 3 older sisters is in charge of me when I am in the tub. I don't like because they see me naked, but I guess it's normal because it happens to some of my friends too. But how come it's no big deal when my sisters see me naked but I never get to see them?

I'm also bathed by my aunt whenever I stay over at her house. I used to share the tub with her daughter, who is 5 years younger. That's embarrassing too, but it's also cool because I got to see a naked girl. My aunt is very thorough with our baths, and she washes every inch of me, which I don't like. She washes my hair first, then my neck and shoulders and upper body, and rinse me with the nozzle of the handheld. Then she has me turn and swing my legs up over the edge of the tub, and washes my legs and feet, using a scrubber on my soles that always made me shriek and squirm with giggles. I like that, because it's ticklish. Then I have to stand up and she washes my bottom, including my heiniehole, and then I turn around and she washes my peas and peener, which often gets stiff from the ticklish feeling and her fingers. My little cousin would watch her, but I did not mind so much because she was also naked in the tub. But last month my aunt said that she is too old for me to see naked, so now she is bathed before me. My aunt only lets me in the bathroom when my cousin is already dressed, but instead of making her leave, she simply remains there and sits near the edge of the tub to watch me. It's way too embarrassing, because my aunt sometimes comments on how small my peener is as she holds it between her finger and thumb, and last time she allowed my cousin to wash it and rinse it. My sisters are older, but my cousin is only 7, so why should she get to see me naked and I don't see her any more. It's not fair!

Hey, buddy, sometimes it seems that it's tough being a boy, and girls have it made. Hard luck, but you know what they say: girls need more privacy. Still, cheer up, because being a boy has its advantages too: girls' games are boring, and they don't have as much fun as you do! By the way, don't worry if your peener is still small. Each boy develops at his own pace, and it will grow in due time.

[[Boy Stuff gets many letters and boys know that getting theirs printed is not easy. Therefore, their complaints are usually quite detailed, instead of generic. That's fortunate, because that way we get to read many interesting tidbits.

While a boy from the previous decades would be too embarrassed to admit what Paul confesses, boys in Conservative Resurgence times don't have so much self-assurance and such lofty ideas about their own importance. Probably Paul regards it as embarrassing, annoying, slightly quaint and even vaguely amusing. For him it's just an example of how exasperating girls and women sometimes are. Then there's the comment about the size of his penis (or peener, as Paul calls it). Now, forty years ago there's no way a boy would have admitted something like that. For Paul it's just embarrassing. Boys are naïve nowadays, after all, and have only the faintest notions of sexual education. For them, penile size might be a subject for childish teasing, but it's no longer the agonizing subject it used to be.]]

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Benny (11 years old)

My aunt has hired a beach bungalow with two of her friends, and she invited me to spend a week there. I am very happy because I love the beach. Before we left my mom told her, "Shower him good in the bungalow, to get the sand off - and," she hesitated, "put lotion on his, er, ah, his private areas, because he'll become raw and irritated otherwise. That's what happened to him last year, because of the sand and the salt rubbing against his bathing shorts" I was humiliated when she said that, because this meant my aunt (who is only 17) would see me naked and touch me. I complained, but mom said it was that or not being allowed bathing shorts.

Sure enough, the first day, after we played at the beach making sand castles, she and her friends took me to the bungalow, and my aunt made me go with her to the shower. What I didn't like is that her friend came to the bathroom with us too. I complained, because I didn't want them to see, but my aunt laughed and said that little boys don't need any false modesty. She turned the water on and while it was pouring over my face I felt her lowering my bathing shorts. One of her friends giggled and said I was cute, and my aunt washed me all over, and I mean ALL over. With no wash cloth, she even washed my weenie. It tickled when she washed my peas, and I bent over. "Stand up silly", she said. I tried to cover myself but she said "Boys should not touch themselves in front of girls... don't be naughty and put your hands at your side!" (I knew they were all looking at my private areas while she washed me.) I started to relax and she washed me with her soapy hands but they started to feel nice because she wasn't rough. Then she dried me with a towel and started rubbing lotion on my bottom, and then on my belly and around down to my legs. When she was rubbing my weenie it got all hard, and she smacked my bottom hard several times. I cried and asked why she had spanked me, and she said I'm a naughty boy and that I shouldn't get a stiffie in front on a girl. But she wouldn't tell me why it's so bad to get a stiffie, and I didn't even do it on purpose. My weenie did it on its own! It's not fair!

It's kind of rude to have a stiffie in front of girls, but sometime a boy's weenie will do that on his own and it can't be helped. We think your aunt doesn't understand boys very much. If she did she would know that it was not really your fault and she wouldn't have smacked you. Still, she's your aunt, and you have to love her. She loves you, too, or she wouldn't have invited you. Pity she wouldn't let you have more modesty, but you know how girls are. We sure hope you have fun at the beach and swim a lot! Don't get sunburned!

[[This is another example of boys' naiveté and women's disregard for their modesty. Boy's modesty is often considered as false modesty, and adults do not hesitate to bare them when convenient, regardless of who might be watching. Boys will get embarrassed and protest, but most adults believe that boys' bashfulness is not really healthy, and that they have nothing to hide, since they are just little boys.]]

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Stevie (14 years old)

My mother bathed me until I finally convinced her last year that I was old enough to do it on my own. For the first time I could take a bath, and not have anybody see me. But then I fell off my bike and broke my arm very badly, and it had to be put in plaster which I was not allowed to get wet. That meant that I can't wash myself. So, after how difficult it was to convince her, my mom is bathing me again. It's not fair!

Stevie, it's nobody's fault that you broke your arm. It's just an accident, and your mom is just caring for you. Cheer up, because even if sometimes it's embarrassing it's good having a mom who cares for you. We hope your arm gets well soon, so that you'll be able to bathe on your own again!

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Derek (9 years old)

My mum is always playing this joke on me. When it's late and I'm playing with my friends or the neighbor kids, she shouts at me to come home because she needs to wash me and my little brother. Then the other kids want to know who is my little brother because I don't have any little brothers. But "little brother" is how she calls my dinky, and I don't know what to tell my friends, because I don't want to tell the truth, and there are girls there too. But when I whine at my mum she laughs and she thinks it's funny. But it's not funny, it's embarrassing and I wish she would stop. It's not fair!

Well, don't get too upset, Derek, it's just a joke, even if you don't think it's funny because it embarrasses you. At least the other kids don't know what your mum is talking about. Better act as if it doesn't bother you, and maybe she'll get tired about the joke.

(The End)