Consequences For My Modesty

By Running Bare
runningbare@anonymousspeech.com

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for the purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be attempted in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.

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The New Hampshire state Boy Scout camp was six hundred acres donated by some millionaire way back in the twenties. There was a statue of him at the front entrance gazing out the gate. There was some kind of quote about Boy Scouts being important to forming good men. One of those things most kids ten to eighteen don’t pay much attention to.

It was my first experience at going to camp during the summer. I didn’t want to go, but my parents insisted. Having just turned twelve they were intent on a month without me around to just make things a little easier with my three other siblings. I was the oldest of the bunch and apparently was giving Mom a lot of teenage attitude. Frankly, she was looking forward to the respite. My Dad was more interested because he foresaw the experience as critical to my growing up with healthy male attitudes. He prided himself in showing me photos of his time at YMCA camp as a teen. There were several folders of nude teens holding canoe paddles over their genitals and smiling as if they were having a good time. There were photos of their bare backsides as they stood at the beach with an occasional penis shot from an unsuspecting kid. All I can say is public nudity was not my idea of a good time. Anyway, I was going to scout camp, not YMCA camp, and, on top of that, I was going to a camp with modern concepts of modesty, not those of thirty five years prior.

July 1, 1973 I began a month long session with scout camp. Mom and Dad and all my siblings were along for the trip to the camp. We drove through the gate and past that life sized statue I described before. We followed a tree lined road which eventually culminated in a large parking lot. Off to the right of the lot were ten or twelve cabins situated in a circle around a large opened grassy circle with a flag pole in the middle. I have to admit, it did look like it had some possibility for fun. Dad unloaded my footlocker. He took one handle and I the other and off we went. I was still apprehensive as I hadn’t been away from family for such a lengthy time save for annual two week visits to my grandparents’ home. But I did know eleven of the boys who were coming for the July session.   They were all from my troop. Other than that there were boys from all over the state.

At registration I was assigned to cabin 2. I half expected it to be inhabited by the other boys from my troop. We were to find out that camp policy was no more than two boys from the same troop could be in the same cabin. The reasoning was part of the camping experience was to make new friends and this kind of forced the issue. What I was to find out was that Andrew Kagen was the only other boy from our troop in my cabin. He was a tall lanky kid who probably weighed less than my dog. He wore braces on his teeth and was the brunt of a lot of teasing. He was a year older than I was so we’d gone to the same schools for years but never the same class. I mean the kid was skinny. Not that I was fat, far from it. I was pretty lean, but a little more muscular than Andrew. I liked him. He was a kind boy with strong convictions.

That said I was shy about one thing—my body. It bothered my mother that I would lock the bathroom doors so she couldn’t come in while I was showering. I even refrained from wearing shorts because of all the, usually adult female, comments about my “beautiful boy legs” when I was made to wear them. It bothered my father that I was so shy that I’d wear my bathing suit in the shower at the community pool after swimming. Most would men and other boys would strip naked to shower off prior to retrieving their clothing from the rental baskets. I slipped my jeans on over the wet bathing suit. Of course more than once my father would publicly demand that I “man up” as he dried his naked torso in the locker room. I know it bothered my P.E. teacher at the junior high. On more than one occasion he mentioned to my father that I rarely showered after class.   It was a leap enough for me to strip, don the jock and gym shorts required for class. I’d wait to do a rapid removal of my jockeys and quickly put that strap on after the boys occupying the bench in my row of lockers had cleared out. No question about it, I was body shy. You know some of my male classmates in junior high would stand there with their dicks hanging and carry on a conversation with each other. It was hard not to stare at their equipment while they did so, but if you were caught doing it, you’d be the subject of name calling like—“homo”, “queer”, “fairy” and so on even though I think every one of them could tell you about everyone else’s package. They just never got caught doing the obvious.

To make a long story short, I was only allowed to pack shorts for the month I went to camp. I had about five pair of scout shorts, which were shortened about six extra inches by my mother so they didn’t come close to touching the top of my knee and three pair of cut offs that were hurriedly fashioned even shorter than my scout shorts out of pairs of my perfectly good long jeans. My only consolation was that I was going to be at a camp and not publicly displayed when I wore them. I’d never had another boy my age say anything about my legs, only older women and occasionally teenage girls, but that was enough to make me self-conscious about them.

For my parents, leaving me at camp to have the ultimate male experience offered the possibility of curing my self-consciousness. A month with other boys from around the state might loosen my modesty. All of the parents and other family members had cleared out by four in the afternoon. At five we were introduced to bug juice and given bologna sandwiches, macaroni and cheese and salad for dinner. It was served family style with one boy from each table taking a turn as the waiter. He’d bring the heavy plastic plates clean, but stained after years of use, cups (those heavy plastic of red, green and cloudy clear cups with all the scratches on them), bent metal eating utensils, bowls and trays to the table. As the food was consumed those waiter boys would run back and forth to the kitchen for refills as needed. During their waiter assignment, they would also have to clear the tables and clean up after meals. The serving calendar was set by the counselor in our cabin. It was a learning experience for all of us first timers.

After dinner, I was on my way into our cabin. As I approached I heard our cabin counselor, Sam, instruct all the boys to strip naked and stand at attention at the end of their bunks. Not wanting to be included in this modesty defying experience, I slowly left the porch and headed into the woods. I remember thinking, ”What in the hell was that all about?” I sat in a location that gave me visual access to the cabin as well as the lakefront beach. I knew my absence must have been noted as Andrew came out the front door of the cabin naked as the day he was born and scanned the assembly grounds, looked up toward the mess hall, and coming up blank just shrugged his shoulders. I knew he found his nudity awkward because his dick was sticking straight out from his still hairless crotch as he continued to look for me.

The boy then put both hands to the sides of his mouth and started hollering “Jack! Jack!” in an attempt to garner my attention. I wasn’t about to leave my spot and subject myself to the complete humiliation of public nudity. As he stood there other boys in various stages of dress (all of whom were clothed) cast glances at Andrew’s woody. Some pointed, teased him, and chuckled as they passed. He finally gave up the search and went back into the cabin.

Momentarily all of the boys of Cabin 2 marched out naked and in a single file line headed toward the lake. Each was carrying soap and had a towel draped around his neck. Of the seven, I’d say at least five were sporting boners which swayed back and forth as they walked. None was permitted to cover. I was close enough to hear the lifeguard give them instructions. “Boys from Cabin 2, you will swim naked at all times. If you come down here for a quick dip you must be naked. For all lessons you must be naked. No exceptions. On Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays you must bring soap and bathe before you swim. Am I clear?” The line of boys just stood there and nodded. “If you take out a canoe, you must be naked. And, you have to wear one of the lifejackets provided at the equipment shack. Any violation of these rules and you will be whipped with a strap in front of your entire cabin. Your cabin will also lose points.   Am I understood?” Then the unexpected, “I thought there were eight boys in your cabin.”

Andrew offered, “We can’t find Jack. We don’t know where he is. I’m going to look for him while these guys swim.”

“When you find him, he will have to bathe. Send him down here with soap and a towel.” The lifeguard instructed Sam.

I sat there and watched my nude cabin mates as they swam for an hour and a half. I was entertained by seeing them all in their naked glory--laughing, grab assing, and having what looked like a good time. I wondered why they seemed to be so completely comfortable with their exposure and playfully fondling each other without correction, but they were. I wouldn’t have any of it. I would protect my modesty at all costs.

I didn’t return to the cabin until the sun had begun to set. Sam was a little perturbed and told me they had a search party out looking for me. He asked where in the “hell” had I been. I mean he was pissed. I told him I took a hike. I was reminded we were to check out with our counselors anytime we planned to leave the camp site. I was also told I was going to get the strap to help remind me of the rules. Of course, all the other boys let out their “Oooooooooo”s when he made that announcement. I was a little scared at the prospect.   No one had, to that point, gotten the strap.   It was clear our leaders were well within their authority to do it, but they rarely did.

Sam fumbled around in his room in the back of our cabin. He emerged with a belt that was probably two inches wide. It was made of heavy belting leather. The buckle had been removed. As he walked into the bunk area he called, “Jack! Get over here.” All I remember was the sound of the “Ooooooo’s” of my fellow scouts again. Of course there were the giggles of excited anticipation mixed in. I was trembling as I walked back to meet him.

“You need to strip naked.” Sam ordered.

“Just do it through my pants,” I tried to negotiate. The whole problem started because I didn’t want to expose my boy parts to everyone in the world. Now, he was ordering just that.

“I said NAKED! Now, do you do it for me, or do I let the boys strip you? Your choice.”

That brought on a bluster of chiding, “Oh, let us do it. Come on, Sam, let us strip him.”

Sam seemed to ignore the begging, “Well, which is it?”

I couldn’t move. I really didn’t want to do what he was asking. Not so much for the pain of the whipping, but because of the utter humiliation of being naked in front of these other kids. I mean I didn’t even let my family see me naked. I guess my hesitation pushed him over the edge.

“Okay guys strip him. I want him totally naked.” He moved out of the way as seven bunk mates piled on. All I remember was being knocked to the floor and trying to pry the grips of fourteen various hands off me. I rolled to my stomach thinking that would provide some protection. Then I felt a hand go up the leg of my shorts and grab my balls. It was Andrew. Tim was pulling at my shoulder trying to roll me over for access to my belt buckle, zipper and buttons. Soon he was joined by Richie. They were ultimately successful. I violently wiggled my legs and arms. Trashing severely I began to cry, I could tell this was a losing battle. My shirt was grabbed and some of the buttons were torn off. I could feel the violent clawing of the boys’ fingernails as they literally ripped the garment from my upper torso. Another set of hands was working at the belt slide which eventually was successful. I felt the canvas belt slide past the small of my back as it was yanked from the shorts. I hadn’t given up. Though crying and angry I continued the fight. The button from the front of my shorts just popped right off and Kevin yanked the waist in separate directions and ripped the zipper opened. Two of the other boys had already cleared the way by removing my shoes and socks. In his zest to check out my package (I know that was what was on his mind because he said, “Let’s have a look at his wiener.”) Kevin yanked my underwear down at the same time my shorts went. My erect penis bounced free. At that moment I felt the frustration of losing the battle. I continued to cry and shout threats and obscenities at the other boys. Kevin was the first to grab my boy parts and he fondled them with his fingers. “Look he’s got a long woody!”

Steven then yelled, “Hey, let Sam whip him. I want to watch him get whipped.”

Sam approached with the belt still in his hand. He actually asked Steven, “Is it exciting for you to watch someone else get punished?”

Steven’s response, “Yeah, when my Dad gets me with the belt I don’t get to watch. Only my sisters do, I only get to hurt.”

Sam pulled me up by my arm. “Go over and bend over the bunk there.” He pointed at Andrew’s lower bunk. I was still sniffling and my face was warm from the fight as I walked to the bed. I knelt down and could feel Sam’s firm push on my back to make me bend over it further. “Andrew and Jake you need to hold his arms and shoulders down. He’s going to want to move or get up. Don’t let him.”

“Hey Sam, can we spread his legs a little so we can see his ball sack and maybe his dick while you do it?” Steven was insistent.

Sam then ordered, “Jack spread your legs.”

Not wanting any further difficulty I complied. It wasn’t five seconds later there was the loud crack of the leather as it made contact with my bare ass. The boys all giggled and “oooooooo”ed again. “Look at the stripe!” Steve was really into it. I must admit it stung worse than I had expected. Even my father didn’t have anything on Sam. My bare ass beltings at home hurt, but his was really bad. It was followed by another, then another, then another. After six my backside was on fire. Sam stopped and stood me up, looked me square in the eye and said, “Don’t you ever leave the campsite without telling me where you’re going again. Understand?”

Through my sobs, I stuttered out a “yes.”

“Let this be a lesson to you guys. Anyone who does this will get the same thing.”

“Jack you might want to go down to the lake to put the fire out. Feel free.”

Instead of the lake which probably would have been the choice of any of my bunkmates, my sensibilities told me I needed to get my clothes back on to avoid further humiliation. The uniform I’d had on was totally ripped and unusable. I stammered my way to my footlocker and got out clean clothes. As I did three or four of the boys felt my bare backside out of curiosity. I just cast angry glances back at them as they did.

“Hey Sam, remember Bobby said he had to take a bath. Make him take a bath down at the lake.” Steve was quickly becoming my least favorite kid.

“Thank you, Steve.” Then I felt Sam’s firm grip on my bare shoulder. “You don’t need to get dressed. Take a bar of soap and a towel down to the lake and get cleaned up before you dress.” I was now boxed in. I didn’t want to have to parade through the commons naked as the day I was born. It was buzzing with boy activity. Not that they probably hadn’t heard my discipline session and grinned with excitement. “Go on now.” Sam pushed me out the door. My fellow scouts followed.

As I recall, my thoughts were, “Well, seven of the many have already witnessed my nudity so maybe I can do this if I walk fast.” So I did followed by all seven from my cabin and several others who tagged along to, “Look at his ass!” I tried to hold the soap nonchalantly down in front of my penis and ball sack to maintain some dignity until Steven noticed.

“Hey, you can’t cover your dick. Everyone gets to see it. I’ll tell Bobby you were covering it and you’ll get another spanking.”

Still angry and really becoming more irritated at ten year old antagonist I just said, “Fuck you, Steve!”

“Guess he told you,” chimed one of the kids from another cabin.

I’m sure Bobby was wondering what brought this naked boy and his entourage down to the lake at this late hour. There were nine or ten nude boys romping around in the lake when I arrived.

“This is the kid who wasn’t at the lake with the rest of us,” Steven hollered. “He held his soap in front of him to try to hide his dick. Sam beat the hell out of him for hiking without telling him. See?” Steven grabbed me and twisted my ass toward Bobby.

“Yeah, looks like he did a good job.” Then he asked me, “What’s your name?”

“Jack”

“Well, Jack, you get in there and get that dirt off so we can get a good look at you. Steven strip and go with him. Make sure he washes his package really well.”

The ten year old stripped down without any further prodding and joined me as we waded into the cold lake water. “Hey, Jack. Let Steven wash your package. Hear me?” I gulped as an eager and grinning Steven took hold of my penis. “Don’t worry I won’t pull it off.”

While all this was going on, Sam came down to the lake to watch. He and Bobby talked as Steven played (it would be kind to say washed) with my genitals. After a few minutes Bobby blew the whistle and called me to the chair. I covered my erect penis with my hand as I went.

Bobby quickly ordered, “Put your hands down. You don’t ever cover your penis no matter what.” I moved my hands down. “Shit, what’s that? Five inches or so?”

Sam responded, “Could be six. The kid’s pretty well hung. And, check out this ball sack.” Sam cupped his hand under my testicles and raised the package for Bobby inspection.

“He’s a good looking kid. Easy on the eyes. Hey, Jack, got any girl friends?” Bobby asked in the typical adult teasing voice used when trying to embarrass teen and preteen boys.

“No.” I pouted back.

“Sam and I have been talking. Why did you miss the bath session today?”

“I went for a hike and forgot.”

“You sure it wasn’t because you didn’t want to be naked in front of the other kids?”

“No, I went for a hike.” I lied through my teeth.

“Well, you know Lucy the cook up at the mess hall?”

“No.”

“Well, Lucy said she saw a boy sitting in the woods and watching the other boys swim. That wouldn’t have been you would it?”

“No. I said I went for a hike.” I was a little put out that women and even some teenage girls could watch us swim naked. But, for now, the only thing I could do was continue the lie.

“I’d say you were a little shy about being naked. Or is it having the other kids touch your boy parts? Maybe, both?”

“No. I went for a hike.”

“Well, Sam and I are concerned. You see, what are you twelve?”

“Yes.”

“Well, Jack that means you are soon to be gifted with hair down there. Judging from you ball sack, I’d say pretty soon too. Anyway, you’re a boy and boys aren’t supposed to have so much modesty. Sam and I have decided to help you with your problem.”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Well, not any more. You will stay naked for the whole month. All you can wear is a cap and flip flops, or, if Sam decides you can wear a pair of Nikes. That’s it.”

I could feel the tears welling up. Was this guy saying what I thought he was saying? I looked to Sam who stood there grinning.

“It won’t be so bad Jack. A day or two and you’ll forget you’re naked.” Sam lamely tried to console me.

Then asshole Bobby said, “This way you won’t stray far if you decide to go on one of your ‘hikes’. And beside you’re a good looking kid. I’m sure the others would like a chance to play with your…” he nodded toward my erect penis. “especially when we have the joint sessions with the Girl Scouts. Won’t they be entertained? You think the boys will give it a work out, wait until the girls get ahold of it.”

I couldn’t decide whether they were just teasing and trying to scare me at that point or if they were serious as both were sporting that devious grin. Truly, they wouldn’t require a kid to do that. I mean the camp director certainly would override their prank.

I think Sam could detect my confusion. “Jack, we’re serious. You’ll be completely nude all the time. It’ll help you with your shyness.”

I felt the blood rushing to my head. I gulped. “My Mom and Dad would not be too happy with you, if you do that to me.”

Bobby said, “Then we’ll just have to take whatever grief we get from them.”

I continued the argument, “What about Mr. Foster (the camp director). I’ll tell him.”

“Larry Foster will love it. He won’t help you. He’ll go along with whatever we say.” I knew Bobby was wrong about that. No, they had to be pulling my leg about the whole naked thing.

Sam excused himself. He said he had to get back to the cabin. I was about to join him when Bobby told Steven to take me back in and make sure my butt hole was clean. Steven was more than eager to pull me by the arm back to the lake. I dropped my towel and soap on the way. Steven ran back to retrieve the soap. He made me bend over and then pried my cheeks apart to examine my anus. When he did, a laughing Bobby hollered down, “Well?”

Steven called back, “It looks pretty clean, but I can make it a little cleaner.”

“Stick your finger in the hole. Put some soap on it and shove it in there.”

Steven was eager to do just that. Before I knew it my cabin mate was up to his knuckle in my hole. He was laughing. “I’m doing it!”

“Further in Steve. Come on push it all the way in.” Came the call from the chair.

Two or three other boys stopped swimming to walk back for a closer look at what was going on. I could feel Steven’s hand as he shoved his finger in as far and as hard as he could. He started wiggling it around and I was sure I was going to shit or fart or both.   I tried hard not to have an accident. That would have embarrassed me even more.

“Okay, Steve, that’s enough,” apparently Bobby had his thrill for the day. “You guys go on back to the cabin. Steve you carry his soap and towel and make sure he doesn’t cover his boner there.”

When we arrived at the cabin, I went directly to my foot locker to retrieve some clean clothes. It was closed with a chain running through each handle, under the locker, and secured on the left side with a padlock. My toiletries, towels, wallet, craft items, a hat and flipflops were sitting on top of it. Sam was back in his room. I knocked on the door. I found myself hiding my genitals with my right hand. “Sam?”

“Oh, yeah Jack, what can I help you with?”

“Sam, my locker is chained closed. I need my clothes.”

“Sorry, I guess you didn’t understand what we discussed with Bobby at the lake. You won’t be needing clothes. You’re naked for the whole shebang. You understand what naked means, don’t you?”

“I thought you guys were teasing me. I can’t be naked. I’ll be the only kid naked all the time.”

“Probably.   I can’t remember when we had a nude boy running around here for a whole session. I think you will be the only kid who has to be naked all the time. But…” I started to cry. I couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. “hey, look at this way, you won’t be shy about your body anymore.” Then he cradled my penis in his hand and continued, “This bad boy is really bigger than average. You shouldn’t be embarrassed to strut it around.” He squeezed his hand closed and gave it a little tug then released it. “I suppose the only time I’d worry about it would be when we have the joint sessions with the girls at the Girl Scout camp up the road. That won’t be bad. You’ll have all those girls playing with it the whole time I’m sure.” Then he whispered, “You might even get jerked off by one of them.” Then he thought about it, “You aren’t shooting yet are you?” Whatever the hell that meant.

I must have looked clueless as the color drained from my face at the thought of the girls playing with my penis, balls and ass. I responded with, “Huh?”

“You know you don’t shoot giz or anything?”

“What?”

“When you stroke your dick, does anything shoot out?”

“I don’t think so. What’s supposed to shoot out?” I was still clueless.

“You haven’t had the talk with your Dad yet?”

“What talk?”

“Ask your Dad about what happens if you rub your boners after you get older.”

I wasn’t in the mood for Sam’s mind games and just took the advice as I walked back to my bunk with tears dripping down each cheek. I was on the top and I knew Richie would enjoy the crotch shots I gave him when I crawled up there. He did and even tried to pull me back down by my penis. “Why don’t you put on some clothes or something, Jack?”

Before I could answer Steven hollered out, “Because he has to stay naked the whole time he’s here. Bobby and Sam told him he had to. Man they said he even has to go to the girls’ camp naked. Woowoo.Can’t wait to watch that. Oh, and we can touch whatever we want as much as we want according to Bobby. I had to even stick my finger up his ass down at the lake. It was kind of squishy up there but it was fun to feel around.”

“Did you get shit on your finger?” Andrew asked.

“Nope, just some watery stuff that smelled like shit. I washed it off in the lake.”

It was bad enough to be accosted by this kid, but to hear him, once a complete stranger, talk about my session with him down at the lake was angering me. I remember how relentless the teasing was until I could get used to it.

When I tuned back in, I was laying on my stomach on my bunk. Steven continued.

“Bobby says we can shove our finger and stuff up there anytime we want. He as to let us play with his stuff and that includes his butt hole.” He giggled when he said it.

“Hey, Steve how old are you?” Andrew asked.

“Ten, why?”

“Just wondered.”

“How old are you?”

Andrew replied, “Thirteen”.

“How old’s Jack?” Steven asked completely ignoring the fact I was in the room and could answer myself.

Without hesitation Andrew answered, “Twelve”.

Steven wouldn’t shut up, “Richie, what are you? Thirteen? I mean you’re the only one in here with hair down there.”

Richie replied, “No I’m fourteen.”

“Geeezzzz you’re old!” Steven called back. “You’ll be able to drink beer soon.”

“Not quite Steven. How about we shut up and get some sleep?” Richie offered.

All the age banter had given us enough information to determine that Steven or Steve was our youngest cabin mate. We also knew Richie was oldest. Of course, he was the only one with hair on his genitals. The rest of us were hairless and all but one was circumcised. Johnny’s penis, the only one with the foreskin still intact, was to be second only to mine in the fondling workouts of that month. Of course mine was to be in the “toy box” all the time. His was only available for “play” when he chose to expose it or when we were at the lake.

I remember Sam planning hikes and activities that I’d swear were designed to embarrass and humiliate me. Like the town where the camp was situated consisted of a gas station, a bar and restaurant and a general store. One of the favorite hikes of the boys who’d been to the camp before was the three mile excursion to the general store. I was expected to go nude of course. I tried to feign illness or hurt to get out of going. I begged to be left behind, but Sam forced the issue. I was to walk along the road with the rest of the boys in full sight of passing motorists. I was to allow examination of my pecker, balls or asshole by anyone so inclined as to look or manipulate them. Soon I was to realize the lady who ran the store got off on playing with young boy’s genitals and mine were to soon become one of her favorite toys. Her ten year old daughter would also have many a turn at playing with my package. Her particular favorite was my scrotum. The trauma of it all was her propensity to hurt me. She loved the idea of punishing my penis or balls one way or another. Snapping rubber bands at either or, or requesting permission to stick sewing needles in them. Luckily, the needles were nixed by both Sam and her mother. Not because of what they would do to me, but the fear of my parents reactions if they did so.

Our first visit to the Girl Scout camp was eventful. I was the central attraction. We went to watch a movie in their field house, but my nudity was infinitely more attractive to the girls. They were told they could feel anything and everything my body had to offer and they did. When the movie started I was made to lay across the laps of three of them with my sunny side up. They played with my penis and testicles for a solid two hour movie. I don’t believe there was a time my dick wasn’t in someone’s hands being rubbed. That included when I had to pee. Some girl named Cynthia, who was probably not much older than I, insisted she get to point it when I went. It took forever to get the stream going with her grasping my tool. When it did she’d wiggle my penis all around and draw strange patterns in the dirt with my urine.

The Girl Scout leaders were also very intrigued with my nudity and were given the green light to fondle whatever. They too took advantage of my nakedness. For some unknown reason Sam was intent on using the strap on me in front of the girl leaders.   I guess beating a boy’s bare ass had some arousal characteristics with these older girls. I overheard one of them say, “You know what I’d like to do? I’d like to whip that nice little ass of his with a belt or paddle. You know, just for fun.”

Sam didn’t know I was listening and heard his retort. “Just be patient and we’ll find something to beat him for and you can watch and help. Wanna do his front too?”

“You mean with the belt?”

“Well yeah. What else would you use?”

“Oh God, my kingdom for that chance.”

No one had ever taken a belt to my penis and testicles. I could only imagine what that would feel like and the imaginings weren’t good. It was a far sight from having these girls pulling and prodding to think of what a belt would do to them.

Sam retorted, “Be patient, we’ll find something. If we have to we’ll trump something up.”

I knew at that point I was going to eventually get the beating of my life. My ass and my boy parts were on the disciplinary menu. I wanted to run. But, where would I go? And if I ran wouldn’t that give them the excuse they were looking for? No, running was out of the question. All I could do was stay and try not to violate any rules.

Sam quietly mentioned to Jody apparently his girlfriend and my other nemesis, “We could stretch him out on one of the picnic table and lamblast his balls with the belt in front of the other kids. They’d get a kick out of it.”

“Don’t you think we could damage him that way?”

“Who cares? He doesn’t need to have any kids anyway. Just kind of think of him as our castrati.”

“Our what?”

“Castrati. You know the kids who they used to castrate to keep their voices high pitched so they could sing in the choirs.”

“You’re shitting me, Sam. They used to do that?”

“Yeah and it didn’t stop until well into the twentieth century. They’d cut the boys’ balls off to keep their soprano qualities. So, cut them off or smash them with a belt, what’s the difference? I could be the start of his singing career.”

Even though they laughed at the thought, I was scared. They were talking about cutting my balls off. At least that’s what it sounded like.

“Only difference, Sam, is that they probably had the parents’ blessing before doing that.”

“Kind of strange that parents could have that kind of life changing authority, don’t you think?”

“Yeah. But as great as it would be to do that to him, I don’t think we should even think it.”

“I was only kidding about cutting them off. I’d never do that to the kid. But, beat them with a belt? Maybe.”

That didn’t put me at ease at all. I’m sure they didn’t know I was listening, but then I’m not sure they weren’t trying to scare me. Whatever their intent, it worked. I was scared.

“Hey, Jod, you know that kid down at the general store? That girl?”

“You mean Glenna?”

“Yeah, the kid. Well she was going to shove some sewing needles through his dick just to make him hurt. I was getting all excited at the prospect, but her mother stopped her. I can’t help but think had the mother been busy waiting on someone, we’d all have had some interesting entertainment.”

“You mean you’d have let her do that?”

“Sure, it’d heal but just imagining a needle stuck through the head, a few through the shaft and a couple in each ball. It’d have been funny as hell and arousing too. But, no luck.Maybe some other time.”

“Maybe you could tell the mother that’d be alright as long as she was supervised.” The female counselor suggested.

“Maybe. I think I’ll give it a try. I’m sure the other boys would have to hold him down, but they’d love it too.”

“You know Sam, if we used the belt on his huhu it’d probably make the head swell up.”

“We could get the same result if we let some kid chew on it.”

“Now there’s an idea. We could have, oh say, Marlene over there chomp down on the head a few times that’d work.”

“Think she’d do it?” Sam was really sounding serious.

“She might. Want me to ask her? We could let the other kids watch. It’d be a great show.”

“Yeah, go ask her.”

Jody walked over to a girl who appeared to be thirteen or fourteen and started talking. I was watching as I’d heard the plan and was concerned about the outcome of the conversation. Jody pointed at me and the heads shook in the affirmative. In fact, the girl smiled as she looked over at me still splayed across three laps having my now hard and sore penis accosted continuously.

Jody returned to Sam, “She said she’d do it and she’d make sure it hurt him.”

Sam agreed. I couldn’t believe it. Sam was our protector. They guy our parents counted on to keep us safe and he was offering to allow some girl to bite my penis.

Jody motioned to Marlene to come over and she stood up and walked over to me. “You girls hold him. Marlene is going to chew on his chew stick there for a little while. You have to hold him tight ‘cause it’s going to hurt.” I could feel the grasp of the three girls tighten as they giggled in anticipation. “Okay Marlene,it’s lunch time and I’ve got a hotdog for you. Chew on the end of it here.”

Marlene took it in her hand and without so much as a pause put it in her mouth and bit down on my tip. It was a crushing bite using her molars. I screamed in pain. She kept chewing. It felt like she would bite right through the tip and detach it, but she didn’t. After five or six molar crushes she released my penis. There were teeth impressions in the shaft and even the tip had indentations.

Jody said, “I’d love to have her chew on your balls, Kiddo. But, I’m afraid she’d bite ‘em off. Give me a reason to take a belt to them though and it’d be my pleasure to do it. Just any reason.”

I couldn’t understand what in the hell I’d done to deserve her wrath. Today I surmise it was just her need for voyeuristic sadomasochism. All I knew then was it hurt and continued to hurt through the rest of that night. I was sore down there then next morning as well. The cool water of the lake made it a lot more comfortable.

Sam asked how I was feeling. Apparently, he didn’t know I heard his conversation with Jody the night before. I told him it was sore and then he said, “I’d like to take a belt to your dick and balls, but I guess that’ll have to wait.”

The fear returned. Now I knew is no uncertain terms that eventually I’d be nursing swollen balls as well. What I’d come to learn is that if he wanted to do something to you, he’d find a way to do it.

On family weekend I was sure Sam and Bobby would relinquish my clothes to hide their questionable disciplinary approach from my folks and other parents. I couldn’t have been more wrong. They actually put me at the front gate as a greeter. Naked as the day I was born I was to welcome people to the camp.

As the cars rolled in it was apparent that most parents were shocked at the sight of a naked twelve year old handing them programs. Other kids in the cars were interested in “that naked boy”. Some were wondering what state they’d find their son in once they got in there. There were questions like, “Are the boys all naked?” I’d respond with a blunt, “No.”

My constant erect state appeared to intrigue many of the mothers who feigned disapproval.   Most fathers just laughed. The other kids wanted to feel it, but, of course, were prevented from doing so by their parents.

Finally, my parents pulled up with my brothers and sister in the car. My mother went off a little bit on my nudity but more about my erect penis. My father had the look on his face of maybe this’ll change him. My siblings were more inquisitive about my nakedness and yet weren’t upset by it. Mom and Dad drove on in and I told them I’d be there in a few minutes.

I guess Sam saw them come in and sent me some clothed relief so I could join my family. When I walked the drive to the parking lot there he was talking with Mom and Dad. My siblings ran to me and hugged me. Paul my little brother yanked on my hardon. I walked to the car to listen to the conversation. Sam put his arm around my shoulder and said, “Yeah, Jack has been naked since the first day. We sensed his shyness about his body and decided we’d fix it. Sooooo, we stripped him and made him stay that way. I have to say that little appendage of his has had quite a workout over the last ten days. We look forward to the rest of the month.” Then he slapped my bare butt and went on to another family who very obviously were interested in my story as well.

I begged my parents to get me out of there. Surprisingly, my father led off the retort with telling me how glad he was they were making me lose that modesty. He actually said he was glad they were doing that to me. My mother joined right in with her approval. But more, “maybe we can continue this until school starts”.

Dad led us off to various places and took several pictures. All were with me posing nude with a stiff dick point right out at the camera. He wasn’t the only one though. Several of the parents took advantage of my poses to photograph me.

Worse yet many of the little kids would run over and grab my dick. Sometimes it would include girls my age or a little older. Some would pose for photos holding my cock and pointing at their picture taking parent figure.

At swim time all boys were expected to strip and swim. Their boy siblings could also strip and swim, but girl siblings were expected to wear some kind of clothing. It was a swinging dick parade and the parents loved watching it as did the female siblings. Many a dick was caressed or brushed against by both family and non-family during that swim.

My whole day was spent with my parents excitedly sharing their approval toward other parents in attendance. My Dad went so far as to suggest they turn it into a nudist camp for boys, “just to make them as comfortable with their bodies as we were when we were kids.” So many men hearing that just shook their heads in agreement.

The end of the day, the families started pulling out. My parents took all of my clothes back with them. They only left the stuff Sam had put on top of the trunk. I remember hugging my mother and having her gently stroke my penis and testicles as if to say, “Relax, it’s good for you.” Dad hugged me and forcefully swatted my bare ass. He told me how much prouder he was with me. Neither realized I was in hell and wanted to go home and cover up. I wasn’t comfortable naked.

It was apparent when the dust cleared that three more boys were nude. I mean they weren’t at the lake but they were still bare as the day they were born. Neither was from my cabin. They were clean of hair but certainly well along in development. All three were erect. As it turned out their parents were so into my situation they requested it for their sons as well. I must admit, I sure wish one of them had been Steven, but no such luck.

Within days we were once again visiting the Girl Scouts at their adjoining camp. I recall the excitement they displayed that the boys would include “that cute naked boy with the long ‘hose’”. They were really entertained to see four of us were nude, but I was still the central object of attention for Jody. Again, she and Sam met to discuss the possibilities of disciplining me. Though she spent some time feeling each of the other naked kids’ penises and ball sacks, she kept coming back to using the strap on me—In particular my genitals. I could tell in that every time they’d both look toward me Jody would have a devious grin and Sam would slap his hand with the strap he kept with him all the time lately.

Before that day was over my penis and balls would be throbbing as badly as my ass. Jody accused me of not displaying my genitals to her inspection and sneering at her. Neither of which was true. I remember Sam’s reaction, “Well, we can fix that so he’ll think twice next time.” With that I was held spread eagle over a fallen tree. Four of my fellow scouts held me in position as he began to shower my groin with painful strikes of that belt. If you’ve never experienced it, each blow was equivalent to being violently punched in the balls. It was a unique combination of a throbbing and horrendous stinging sensation at the same time. The strikes though few in number seemed to continue forever. By the time he stopped he had me rolled over so he could pepper my bare butt with more stripes. The audience of fifty plus kids of both genders was literally cheering him on. Jody took the belt and worked my ass herself. I was crying so hard and hurting so much mucus liberally flowed from my mouth and nostrils. When they had completed the barrage I could hardly walk. I slid off the tree trunk and just lay on a bed of leaves holding my testicles. My backside was on fire and my front was aching. The sharp pains of the testicular punishment had subsided and now they were just throbbing. I yelled at Sam asking him why he did that to me and he just stood there with his arm around Jody. The older twenty year old I admired for a week or two was now an object of my hate and his girlfriend was no better off in my book. They were sadistic liars and I hated both of them for that.

It took days for my testicles to recover to the point they didn’t ache. This could have been a result of the continual inspections I had to undergo at the hands of the boys at the camp. Seemed each one had to touch my scrotum and feel the tender contents which would instantly bring me to my knees. They would laugh at the sensitivity and I would just hold myself and cry in pain. Thankfully we didn’t go to the girls’ camp until after mere touching my balls could be tolerated. They had a propensity for handling my testicles when they weren’t jerking my penis.

The remainder of the month didn’t change my view of Sam. He tried to make up for it, but I wouldn’t accept the pain and torture he’d put me through to maintain his friendship with Jody. I remembered his talking about cutting my balls off. I remember the time he talked about making up a reason to beat me with the strap. I despised him from the day of the beating forward.

Meanwhile, all the kids still talked and often laughed about me getting that strapping. They would roll on the floor holding their clothed crotches and making moaning noises to mimic me. Rather than empathy they showed their enjoyment of the show Sam and Jody had put on at my expense. All except Andrew who never faltered in his friendship, and, believe it or not Steven who’d become a strong ally after witnessing the injustice. For some reason I felt Steven was always considering he might be next.

In some ways, I took one for the naked four. None of the other three ever experienced the frontal assault, even though each of them had had their backsides striped by their cabin leaders or Bobby for one reason or another. Not sure what happened but beating our penises and ball sacks was apparently off limits. Manhandling definitely was not. We were still objects of almost constant fondling.

Have you ever experienced a needle being driven through your finger? Hurt didn’t it? Well, I ask this because Glenna eventually got to stick a sewing needle through the glans of my erect penis. It hurt multiple times more than being shoved through my finger. She had a demonic smile and stare through the whole process. To make matters worse my cabin mates held me down while she did it. All except Andrew, and, believe it or not, Steven. They both refused to participate. I couldn’t figure Steven out. I still can’t. I would have expected him to lead the charge with something like that. Anyway, before she moved on, Glenna stabbed my penis in three different places with sewing needles. All I can say is it hurt bad and bled worse than most any other place I’d ever been cut.

To this day my brother jokingly says, “You know how to fix a back pain immediately? Break one of the suffer’s fingers. The broken finger overrides the back pain and they forget their back hurts.”

Why did I bring that up? Well, as these new “friends” held me down Glenna was coached by two of them to shove needles in my “olives”. In more mature talk it mean through the scrotum and into my testicles. She did that as I begged her not to through tears and crying.   At the same time I struggled aggressively trying to free myself with the boys. I damn near went through the ceiling when I felt the sharp pain of the needle as it slid into my left testicle. I flopped so hard trying to get loose after that, Glenna stabbed me in three or four areas of my groin as she tried to skewer the right one. What really pissed me off then, and continues to piss me off, is Sam stood there with Glenna’s mother just laughing at my situation. The crying and screaming must have eventually done the trick. He finally ordered Glenna to “Okay, okay now pull out the pins, Glenna.” She did and the boys hopped off of me. I came up screaming at them. I shoved Johnny so hard he fell against a small table set up for customers to consume their Cokes and sandwiches. I could have cared less if he hurt himself. Then I turned on Sam. I, in effect holler, “My mother and father expected you to protect me. You’re a fucking bully, Sam! A fucking bully!” Then I pushed Glenna who fell backward onto the floor and left the store. I ran down the road in the opposite direction of the camp. In my head, I was thinking having the cops pick me up would be a welcome relief. Maybe I could convince them to send me home.

A deputy sheriff in fact was the one who found me four miles from the store. I had put seven miles between me and the camp. The deputy wrapped a blanket around me and put me in the front seat of the car. I remember the way he began the conversation, “A little cold to be dressed like that isn’t it?” As I look back it wasn’t cold at all it was probably in the high seventies or low eighties as night fell. He asked why I was out there naked and all alone. I told him the whole story. He eventually told me he could stop them from hurting me, but he couldn’t do anything about having to be naked. That was a parent’s right and they were what he called “in loco parentis”. As he told it, the nakedness and the whippings with the belt were all within Sam’s purview. Whipping my genitals was questionable.

We stopped at an old wood frame house with a sign on a wooden post. As the headlights hit it I could make out a name with an M.D. at the end. He had me go up on the porch with him. I’d left the blanket behind and was standing there in all my natural glory. The cop told the man who answered the story as I had related it. This fortyish gentleman opened the door and led me through a door on my immediate left and into a room that looked like my doctor’s office. He lifted my naked form up to sit on an examining table as the deputy looked on. He took a special interest in closely examining my penis and scrotum. Then he started juggling my balls with his hands. After a few minutes he told the cop “it’ll heal” and that everything seemed fine and he could find no “evidence of permanent damage”.

It was from this doctor’s office the initial call to my parents was made. The doctor did most of the questioning. I do remember him saying, “Yeah, well they’re kids and kids do some of the damnedest things.” He did comment on my penis using the terms, “well endowed” and “clean circumcision”. He also mentioned his initial opinion that I would be fine, but also saying “belts are made for boys’ backsides not the front”. After a long pause he also said, “In his opinion, being naked all summer was a good thing.” And, he gave Mom and Dad credit for being strong enough to make that happen. That kind of pissed me off. Of course, he asked if I was allergic to tetanus and that he thought I should have a shot to protect me from the session with Glenna. I hate shots, but how much worse could a stab to the arm or butt be than having something similar in your dick or balls? He stabbed my right arm with the syringe right after hanging up.

I do remember the deputy asking about assault charges against Glenna for the pin thing. The doctor told him she was a kid and had “cognitive delays” whatever that meant. He suggested a good scolding and “leave it at that”. Then he was asked about Sam’s role. Whether endangerment charges should be filed and again the doctor put that to rest with, and I remember this verbatim, “From what I heard from his mother, keeping him nude all summer was spot on. From what they told me, it should have been done to him years ago. As far as the pin thing, adults can supervise all they want, but kids will still play with each other’s genitals. Experiment if you will. You can’t hold adults responsible for every little thing kids do to each other. Just let it go, Tommy. You might warn him about using the strap on the front of his body. Tell him to use it on his backside as he feels the need, but don’t whip his genitals anymore. Then put the whole ordeal to bed.”

The deputy called my Dad again from his office as I sat there on that bench with the first body covering I’d experience in three weeks. It was just a report from the doctor visit and a rehash of the doctor’s take on charges.

“Your Dad said, he would talk to the camp about what happened, but he firmly was on board with you being naked. But then so was Dr. Benson. I’m going to tell them any more of that pin behavior or whipping of your genitals could be a violation of criminal law. We’ll at least get them to stop hurting your boy parts for your last week.”

I was disappointed that my nakedness would continue and that he was taking a touch but don’t hurt policy on my dick, nards and butt hole but I really liked this guy. He was my hero. Finally, someone who could protect me at least halfway was on my side.

When Sam came to pick me up he had Larry with him. The cop told them of the visit to Dr. Benson, the examination, the call to my parents and the tetanus shot. He came through with the warnings about the penis and testicle piercing and the belting of my penis and balls. He made it clear that could result in criminal charges if it happened again.

He also told them he’d discussed my situation with my Dad and forcing me to be nude 24/7 was perfectly okay. And that Dr. Benson endorsed the idea that I should be nude. I was released to the two men and returned to the camp. On the ride back Sam tried to sound authentic with his apology, but I didn’t buy it. He was still a snake in the grass. Larry said other than making me stay naked and the ass whippings for misbehavior, he was unaware of the hurting that was going on. Guess seeing the welts on my groin were assumed to be caused by falls? Anyway, the final week was a bit less difficult.

There are many times since that summer that I have found photos of me in my naked glory on the net. Thank God there weren’t digital cameras back then or the quality would have been much crisper. Though on a few the quality is so clear you can actually see the pee slit in my glans. (The very existence of the photos begs the question, “Where in the hell did they take the film to have it developed?” Oh well, somebody developed it, that’s well documented.) Many of the photo sites on the net boasting pictures of naked boys have copies of not only me but the other three as well. What strikes me most is the number of photos where I’m sporting wood. Often times the pictures include clothed kids of both genders either behind me, staring at, or holding my penis. Wonder what their parents would feel if they ran into these photos.

To date I have even come across one or two of the many of me being fondled by other kids. But there is a definite absence of photos of me or one of the others getting our asses worn out. I wonder why. I know there were several taken. There were two, of special interest, I found posted twenty years ago. One depicts me with a prominent boner, a makeshift collar around my neck with two ten or eleven year old girls walking me on a rope leash. And, one of a six or seven year old girl pulling my penis as hard as she could while her parents watched on family visiting day. It was stretched out so much it’s a wonder I still have it, but the smiling faces of the onlookers was intriguing even to me.

As I caught sight of some of those photos of what I refer to as the naked four, I really didn’t get mad. I was entertained seeing nude boys helplessly being fondled by fully clothed kids of both sexes. Recently, those shots are harder and harder to find. If the reader should find photos (sometimes black and white) of nude ten to twelve year old boys in the presence of clothed girls or boys of the same age, chances are better than average that’d be us. If you find photos of boys of that age bent over a tree stump or holding the arms of a desk chair in the wide opened spaces while getting their asses whipped by an early twenties man, usually flanked by a large audience of other kids, that’d be us. If you find photos of hoards of boys, most circumcised, swimming naked in a lake there’s a good chance that’d be our camp.

Afterreviewing those photos of me as a nude twelve year old on the verge of sprouting hair, I have to admit my penis was comparatively adequate.Even though I was told by my mother’s friends, those many years before, I was well hung I guess I never gave it much thought until now.

Following that July, my parents did require total nudity of me at home and in many public places as well at least until I grew hair. Mom shaved it off a few times just to keep me naked. I think she liked showing me off. I did continue to get the belt on my naked backside for punishment throughout my adolescence. But, I didn’t any longer have a problem with showering in the locker room at the Y or at school following P.E. as a result of that summer. I no longer was bothered by being forced to wear short shorts. I adjusted to it. I actually preferred the shorts even at school and even throughout the winters, which completely enchanted Mom. Cold was not even an obstacle to me baring my legs. So the nudity thing must have done some good making me more comfortable with my body.

As parents of eighties and nineties my wife and I made our sons stay naked all summer as well. Right up through their tenth year. We couldn’t take them as many places as they took me back then, because attitudes had changed and faux modesty had become the rage. But it wasn’t uncommon for us to show up at Hampton Beach for the day with two nude little boys and a covered little girl. Were they the only naked preteen boys on that beach? Often they were. One curious thing though, many times upon seeing our boys romping with their little penises flopping, other parents would disrobe their sons as well. And, yes, they did become photo subjects on many of those occasions. And, yes, I do occasionally see one or the other or both on photo websites. Neither of them complained. Both were more than happy to let other kids and adults fondle their goodies. But, to my knowledge no one physically hurt them.   We used the belt on the boys liberally, but only on their bare backsides. Our daughter? Not so much.

All I can say is “Hey, you know you like seeing those cute young naked bodies, so why pretend otherwise?”

(The End)