Chad Gets a Taste of Aristocracy Part 1
By Sir Cum Sizemore
copyright 2005 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved


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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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"Hi Mom, what'd did you call me down here for?" eleven year old Chad inquired.

"I have an opportunity to spend the summer at the Andrews estate this year.  Ever since I went to work for that man, he's always been generous with his time and possessions.  He and his wife felt if the two of us spent the summer there, we'd be able to adjust better to the absence of your father ever since he took off on us.  I told him we'd come."

"Oh Mom, what about my friends?  I mean I wanted to spend the summer here.  What about baseball?  What about all the fun my friends and I have the pool?  Can't I stay with David this summer?  His mom will let me.  Please!!!"

"No, I need to take you with me.  I don't feel comfortable leaving you with someone else for the summer.  Beside, Mr. Andrews has three kids of his own and two of them are about your age.  He has a huge pool behind his mansion and I'm sure you will enjoy it.  Maybe he'll let you invite a friend or two for weekend visits."

"Why do we have to go, anyway?"

"He has decided to move his office out to his house for the summer.  And, as his secretary, I have to go too.  And as my son, you have to go.

"How old are his kids?"

"Jennifer is twelve, Andrea is only seven, but Scott is ten. So see, you and Scott are about the same age and you guys can have some fun.  Mr. Andrews said you and Scott can go and hunt in the woods with BB guns.  There are lots of things to do.  They have four wheelers and mini-bikes to play on, they even have horses to ride.  It'll be like being at a park for the summer and you'll be allowed to do things you wouldn't get to do if you stayed here."


Back at the Office

"Rita, would you come in here, please?"

"Yes, sir, I'll be right in."

Entering the office, Rita Billings was invited to sit by her employer.  "Did you mention the idea of staying with us this summer to Chad?"

"I did."

"Well?"

"He isn't too happy having to leave his friends.  But he's very interested in all of the other things he'll be able to do at the man  I mean at your house."

"Rita, Mrs. Andrews is a stickler on making boys mind even more so than she is with the girls.  Scott, bless his heart, gets his share of the strap or hairbrush, even sometimes when I don't think he needs it.  She also is of the belief there is no room in a boy's life for modesty until he reaches puberty.  She has Scott parading around with little or nothing on almost all the time he's home and in the summer. He's usually only allowed to wear a thong, you know the butt floss kind, or he has to stay nude depending on the desires of his sisters.  Though I'm the undeniable head of the house, the females are allowed to dominate Scott.  They can order him around.  They are allowed to make him available to their friends for sexual exploration.  You know, examining his boy parts and backside at their whim. Usually, when Jennifer is in-charge she makes him stay naked so she and her friends and Andrea and her friends have ready access.  If he doesn't do as he's told, one of the girls takes a strap to him.  He has to allow it or Mrs. Andrews or I have to use the strap and then supervise his sisters taking turns.  I guess, I just wanted you to know, so when you and Chad arrive and see him exhibiting his penis and testicles, you won't be shocked.  Obviously, we only expect that of Scott.  Chad is your son and he will not be under the same rule as Scott, unless you put him there. Or, for that matter, if this makes you uneasy, I can always arrange for the company driver to pick you up each day and drop you off in the evenings at your own place."  Rita's employer was straightforward in his discussion.

"Well, let me mull this over and I'll let you know what I want to do tomorrow.  Is that okay."  Rita was somewhat surprised at the discussion, but she wasn't sure those things were worth the disappointment she'd suffer by not spending the entire summer in the lap of luxury.

"Sure.  And remember, there won't be any negative repercussions for you making the decision not to stay the summer."

"Thank you, Mr. Andrews."

That evening Rita retreated to the privacy of her bedroom while Chad and two of his friends watched television in the living room below.  

"Hello, Joann?"

"Oh, Rita, I haven't heard from you since that sleezy bastard left the two of you.  How's it going?"

"Okay, I guess."

"How about Chad?"

"He's adjusting.   Listen, Joann, I'm between a rock and a hard place here.  Mr. Andrews, that's my boss, invited us to spend the summer at his mansion on a two hundred acre estate.  He wants to move the office out there for the summer."

"And, you're looking for my advice?  Let me think, YES!!"

"Well, wait.  He has three kids two girls and a son.  The boy's a year younger than Chad and one of the girls is a year older.  The little girl is like seven years old."

"And???"

"Well, his wife and the girls are in-charge of the boy all the time.  He has to obey them and if he doesn't he gets spanked with a strap by whichever he disobeys.  To make matters worse, they make him stay naked or in a thong all summer so they can play with his genitals or his butt at their whim."

"What?  You're making this up, aren't you?"

"No, I'm just concerned about Chad.  He won't have to do this, but it's screwy and I'm not sure I should go."

"Well, here are some things to consider. First, if Chad goes he might learn to respect the opposite sex.  Quite evidently his father didn't learn that.  You know how you have to pull his teeth to get him in shorts?  Well, maybe he'll learn to accept his body better if he goes.  On the other hand, the whole thing might screw him up worse.  I don't know.  If you made him go, would he have to avail himself to the girls too?"

"No, Mr. Andrews was clear.  Chad is my son and I call the shots."

Joann countered, "Not that making him obey the girls wouldn't have some benefit.  I've heard him talking back to you and being defiant to the point I wanted to pull his pants down and wear him out."

"I don't want to take him and make him play under different rules.  If I decide to take him, I want him to follow the house rules as they pertain to Scott.  To me it'd be wrong to have him under different expectations.  But, would he ever forgive me for doing that to him?"

"Oh shit, Rita.  He'd sulk for a little while, but he'd probably come back better as far as behavior and self- acceptance.  You know the more I think about it, I think I'd take him and make him follow the same routine as, what's his name Scott?"

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Hey, would this guy like a maid or someone to help you with the office tasks.  I could use a summer in the lap of luxury.  Besides, I'd like to see my nephew in the all together.  Little boys' parts are so cute.  I'll bet you can't keep your hands off him or Scott for more than a day or two."

"I'm sure you could visit.  Then you could 'put you hands all over him'."

"You sure?  I can visit?  You know I'll be there and I want to play with my nephew's little boy parts when I do."

"Well come on.  I'd love to have you visit. It might make me a little less leery about this process.  I mean I was all set and then this came up and I'm not quite as comfortable."

"Go and take Chad, he needs it.  That's my advice."

"How would I break this to him?"

"Well, make him wear shorts, or better yet a bathing suit when you first go.  Then send him to the bathroom for a shower.  Take his bathing suit and replace it with a thong. When he comes out, tell him that's the most he'll ever wear during the summer.  I'd wait for the naked part until an appropriate time.  Or, if you'd feel better just leave that for him all the time and skip the naked part.  I'll drive out to visit that first weekend.  We'll tell Mr. Andrews I'm helping you move in."

"Thanks Joann, you're a godsend."

"Only for you dear, only for you.  I want to see and feel my nephew when the time is right though.  Agreed?"

"Agreed."


A Week Later...

"Come on, Chad, you can put this box in the back of your aunt's pick-up, and while you're out there see if we can get a couple more boxes in and still close the gate." Rita directed her slightly pissed off son.

"Mom, why can't I stay here with my friends?  Billy's mom said I could stay with them if you wanted to let me stay here."

"Chad, I told you I wanted you with me this summer.  Maybe, Billy can come out and spend a few days with you and Scott. Let's just wait and see how this plays out.  Besides, you might find you and Scott will become close friends and you won't miss your friends around here as much as you thought. Oh, be careful with that box it has breakable stuff in it."

Chad stomped off out the door toward Joann's pick-up.

"Well, did you tell him?" Joann asked.

"What?"

"Did you tell him about the naked thing?" "Are you crazy.  He'd be completely upset, if he knew that. I mean this boy locks the bathroom door because I might come in and 'see' him.  No I didn't tell him."

"When's the last time you saw him naked?"

"Why are you so interested in this?  Just drop it Joann."

"Well, I was just wondering how big he was at the whopping old age of eleven."

"Joann "

"Well, have you seen his wiener lately?  What about his balls are the descending yet?"

"Okay, I saw him naked about three months ago.  I walked in on him in his bedroom.  He covered his boy parts with his hands to prevent me from looking, but before he got there I did catch a glimpse."

"Well????"

"He's still built like a little boy.  No hair.  His nut sack was tight and his penis was about three inches long."

"Stiff or soft????"

"I don't think this is an appropriate discussion, Joann. Let's change the subject.  Besides, if he hears us talking about this I'll never get him out of here."

"I remember changing his diapers and bathing him when he was in kindergarten.  I loved pinching the little helmet on his penis and wiggling the sucker back and forth.  He didn't mind it either.  Funny how things change when the grow up."

"Well, in my mind he isn't much older than he was when he was five and six and now he's much more concerned about people seeing him naked even his mother at this point."

"Here he comes.  Hush!" Joann cut her off.

"Mom, you can get two boxes in there but it'll be tough. Why do we have to take all this stuff anyway?"

"Well, we may need it.  Oh, you need to go and put on your bathing suit.  When we get there, Aunt Joann will help me unload and you can swim.  Now, go on up to your room and put this on."  Handing the boy a red speedo, he took it and bounded up the stairs to his room.

"What about the rest of his clothes?"  a persistent Joann asked.

"All but a pair of short shorts, a half shirt, a pair of white socks are in that box over there.  The other items I've put in my suitcase along with the thong.  Hey, do you know how hard it is to find a boys thong?  They've got them for women and men and in some places for young girls, but to find one for a boy is almost impossible, even on the internet."

"I'll move his clothes box to the closet over there.  If he doesn't have them with him, he won't be able to beg for them."

"Okay, but I still feel unsure about doing this to him."

"Oh, cut the shit, Rita, he'll be fine.  He's beautiful. Imagine how good he'll look in a week or two once that tan is evenly spread over his little boy body."

Joann stashed to box with Chad's clothes in the front hall closet just before the boy bounded down the stairs in the speedo and a college t-shirt.

"Mom, I don't like this swimsuit."

"Why?"

"Look it's skimpy.  You can see my butt cheeks and the front shows a bulge where my private parts are."

Overhearing this Joann responded before her sister, "Oh, Chad you look fine.  You can't see all that much and besides you shouldn't be so modest.  Nobody cares about your butt cheeks or the bulge in the front.  Why don't you take off that t-shirt and get some sun while we move you?"

"I'll just leave it on.  I might burn."

"Oh, your mom has some sun screen. I'll put it on for you so you don't 'burn'."

"Aunt Joann, I don't want to take it off.  I don't want people to see that bulge by my privates."

"Oh don't be such a wooss.  Take the shirt off and show me those beautiful pecks.  You are a very handsome little boy."

"Cut it out Aunt Joann, I don't feel like teasing today." Chad sulked and walked out the door toward the truck.

"Do you have to push it Joann.  I swear, you'll have him begging not to go again if you aren't careful.  Okay, that's about it.  Let's grab this last box, lock up and get on the road."

Having loaded the truck and locking the house, Rita and Chad led the two vehicle procession to the Andrews' estate.  As they pulled in and drove up the half mile drive to the house, even Chad was amazed at the size of the grounds and massive house in the distance.  "Goooodddd, Mom.  Is this guy rich or is he rich?"

"Please don't say that around the family.  Just enjoy being here.  Over there are the stables where the horses are kept. Oh look there's the garage.  We're going to stay in the apartment above the garage.  It's got three bedrooms and you will have your own bathroom.  Oh, what's that all over you?"

"Where?"

"Did you get into some grease or something while you were around the truck?"

"What grease?"

"Look at those feet, you'll have to shower before you get into the pool.  When we get there I want you to take the suit off and leave it outside the bathroom for me, so I can wash it while you're in the shower.  I'll unpack something for you to put on while you shower and leave it on the bed."

"What grease?"

"Just humor me, get a shower."

As the drove up to the six car garage, Chad could make out the stairs leading up the side of the building to the apartment entrance.  As they were about to stop he could make out a tall slender man in khaki pants and a white shirt with the sleeves rolled up leaving the massive house and making his way over toward the garage.  Behind him was a woman, who was apparently his wife and two girls one quite a bit younger than Chad.  They were followed by a boy who looked naked from the distance.

"Mom, is that kid naked?"

"Who, that boy he is, he's bare butt."

"Oh, that must be Scott.  See I told you he was about your age."

"Yeah, but he's naked and in front of all the girls and stuff.  Man, this is weird."

"Behave yourself, Chad.  Don't you embarrass that boy.  You just mind your manners, understand?"

"But he's naked.  Look you can see his dick and stuff."

"Welcome to our home.  You must be Chad."  The tall man held his hand out to shake as the rest of the family gathered just behind him.  "This is my wife, Natalie and these are my daughters Jennifer and Andrea.  Then taking the naked one by the arm, and this is my son Scott."  Turning toward Rita and Scott he said, "these are the Billings's Rita, "Mrs. Billings to you children, and Chad".

"This is my sister Joann.  She's come along to help us move."

At this point both Chad and Joann were staring at Scott's fully exposed penis and testicles.  Chad in disbelief and Joann for the artistic value of the scene.  Their stares were suddenly broken as they heard Andrea's little voice. "Daddy, is Chad going to be naked too?"

"No, Baby, Chad doesn't have to follow the family rules.  He has his mother and she makes the rules for him."

Satisfied, the little girl backed off and just stared at Chad.  He couldn't help but notice the interest her older sister was showing in the bulge in his Speedos a bulge which had started hardening at the sight of Scott's predicament.  

"Mom, could I speak with you for a minute?" Chad asked.

"In a minute, Chad."

"We had the housekeeper leave the key in the door so you should be able to get in.  Would you like some help unloading this stuff.  Scott and I can help."

"Oh, no Mr. Andrews, we can take care of it.  Joann's a workhorse."  With that her sister slapped her playfully on the arm.  "Besides, I want Chad to get a shower and then maybe he and Scott can take a tour."

"We'll help Scott show him around."

"No, you let the boys get to know each other.  You girls and go swim or something, just leave the boys alone."  Natalie corrected her daughters.

As the family withdrew, Chad whispered to his mother, "I don't want to wear this suit.  Did you see how the girls were staring at me?  Even Mrs. Andrews stared at my you know what."  

"Okay, just leave it outside the bathroom and I'll find something else for you to wear.  Now, let's go check out the apartment."

Each grabbed a box and went up the stairs to the apartment. As Rita opened the door their mouths dropped.  The door went into a kitchen equipped with every imaginable appliance. Through the kitchen was a family room with a big stone fireplace and down the hall were three bedrooms, two with their own baths and one with a third bath outside the bedroom door.  "I think we can live here."

Everyone giggled at the remark which was meant as an understatement.  "Mom, can you believe this place?  It makes our house look little."

"That's my sister. You were always able to fall in a manure pile and come out smelling like a rose."

"Oh stop.  Both of you.  You young man, will be in this room.  Get out of that suit and get in that shower.  Oh, look, here's a towel and washcloth.  I'll leave something for you to put on, on the bed."

Being sure to close the door behind his mother, Chad slid the suit and t-shirt off and quickly went into the bathroom locking the door behind him.  He wasn't sure Joann might not purposely barge in just to tease him.  She did shit like that.  

"Okay, Joann open that box you carried up here.  You should find his thong right on the top.  Take it in his room and pick up his suit and t-shirt and leave the thong on his bed."

Giggling under her breath, Joann couldn't help but let out a snort of laughter.  "Oh, look at it.  He won't know how to put it on.  Oh shit, it's cute.  Look little butt floss with a generous (sarcastically) amount of coverage for up front. Think he'll be able to pack it behind this?  Oh, God, Junie this is cute as it can be."

"Just take it in there and leave it on the bed.  Don't forget to get the clothes he wore in there."  Rita turned and started to take out some of the books she had brought. Joann did her chore and returned with the other clothing.

"What do you want me to do with these?"

"I don't care but you better get rid of them permanently.  I don't want him to ask for them back.  Find a place to throw them away or hide them in your truck, but get them out of here."

"I don't want to miss him when he finds out."

"Well, then hurry up.  Get rid of them."  Joann left with the suit and shirt and headed down to the truck.  After disposing of the items where they wouldn't be accessible, she brought another box up from the truck just in time for the reaction.

"Moooommmm," Joann nudged her sister and snorted another giggle. "Mooommmmm" came the second beckon.

"What, Chad?"

With the towel wrapped safely around his waist, Chad poked his head out the door, "Moommmmm where are my clothes?"

"They're on the bed, Chad."

"There's only some string and stuff there.  Are you sure you put something to wear on the bed?"

"Yes, Honey, the string is what you're going to wear." Rita replied.  "It's called a thong. You like it?"

"Mom, quit kidding around, I need something to wear."

Rita pushed past the boy who ensured the towel was firmly held shut.  She was followed by Joann who was pushed out by her not so receptive nephew as he shut the door.

"Give me the towel and I'll show you how to put this on."

"Mom, I'm not going to put that thing on.  It isn't going to happen.  Just give me my Speedo and t-shirt back and forget it."

"No, I worked hard to find this thong and you're going to wear it or nothing at all."

"Come on, Mom, quit it and get me some clothes to put on. Did Aunt Joann put you up to this?  Cause it's not funny!!!"

"Chad, I'm not kidding.  Either you wear this or you wear nothing at all.  Little boys don't wear clothes around here. Remember, Scott?"

From outside the door Joann couldn't resist yelling, "Come on little guy, I want to see that thong thing on you. You'll be cute as a bug in it."

Chad yelled back, "Stop it, Joann.  Quit making fun of me and get my clothes."

"Chad Thomas Billings give me that towel now."

"Please, Mom."

"Give me that damned towel or I'm going to beat you to a pulp.  Now hand me the towel."

Reluctantly, Chad unwrapped himself and handed his mother he towel.  He put his hand over his boy parts to shield them from view.

"You can move your hands young man.  Those belong to me until your eighteen years old, so I'll damned well see them whenever I want to.  Now, put you hands down and get over here so we can put this thing on you."

"No, I'm not wearing that."

"Suit yourself."  Rita picked up the thong and walked out of the room leaving the door open.  As her now crying son went to shut it, she caught it with her hand and said, "No, leave it open.  In fact, get out here."

"No, I'm not coming out."

"Joann, go down the garage and see if you can find something I can use to straighten him out.  I've had as much of this as I'm going to take."

Aroused at the thought of her sister tearing up Chad's bare ass was the most arousing thing she'd imagined in weeks. Eagerly, she went to the garage below.  Opening the side door she flipped on the lights.  There were two antique sports cars, one and MG-TD.  Next to them was a Lincoln Navigator, a Bently and a Towncar.  She just shook her head at the money this family must have and poked around. Hanging on the wall behind the TD was what appeared to be a two foot fan belt.  Grabbing it she returned to the upstairs apartment.  Her nephew was still throwing a tantrum about his situation.  "Let me do it."

"No, Joann, he's mine and I'll do it."  Taking the fan belt she entered the room.  "Chad bend over the bed."

"No!"

"Suit yourself", the fanbelt swept through the air landing across his left thigh leave an immediate red welt.  The boy put his hand up to deflect the next stroke and the belt caught his hand between the thumb and forefinger on its way to his thigh again.  Both contact points stung.  His mother raised the triangular shaped belt and swung again as the boy turned to avoid the hit it caught his penis and testicles eliciting a loud scream of pain.  The reaction somewhat scared his mother who took the opportunity to say, "Now, go to the living room."

The angry crying boy, left the bedroom screaming, "I'm leaving.  I'm not staying, here.  I hate you and I'm leaving."

"Go ahead and leave.  Well, go on."

The boy collapsed to the floor of the living room and continued to cry and yell with angry threats.  As he calmed down, his mother threw a tube of lotion to her sister and said, "Here, doctor up his boy parts.  I accidentally hit them with the belt."  

"No, I don't want you to touch me."  The boy was covering his genitals from his aunt's view.

"Put your hands down and let Aunt Joann put the lotion on." The boy didn't respond, "Chad, I'm going to get that fan belt and you won't be sitting for weeks.  I'm not going to let you defy me.  Now, put your hands down and spread your legs." He still didn't respond.  Rita went back to the bedroom to retrieve the fan belt.  With that her son dropped his hands and lay on his back with his legs spread as his aunt began applying the lotion.  

"They don't look too bad.  I think you may have just grazed them."  Joann kept rubbing his scrotum with the cool lotion and then began sliding her hands up and down the boys little shaft.  Soon his normal reaction kicked in as the penis hardened under her touch.  "Oh look, I've given him a woodie."

"Just keep rubbing it in.  Make sure you get all of it." The somewhat repentant mother told her sister.

"Okay, you're the boss."

"That's enough," moaned the embarrassed boy.

"No, I'm going to make sure we fix it right.  Just lie there and don't give me any of your crap."  His now fully delighted Aunt threatened.  "I've wanted to play with this little thing of yours for the last few years and now that I have my chance I'm taking it.  Buster I might just rub this little thing all night and if you give me any more crap, I'll turn you over and finish the spanking you just experienced.  Now, just shut up and lay still."

Chad's aunt spread his legs apart and continued to stroke his hardened phallus.  Her lubricated hands stroked him smoothly.  Suddenly, a feeling arose which caused him to lift his butt off her lap and shiver in pleasure.  It felt good, really good.  The very actions he had been told were bad and should never happen to his penis were very pleasant. So much so, he wanted his aunt to keep on doing it to him. "Oh look, Rita, little Chad had an orgasm.  Maybe I can do it to him again.  You'd like that wouldn't you Chad."  Not sure what to say he ignored her remark.  "Okay, would you like me to do your backside or keep rubbing lotion on your little wiener?"

"Keep doin' it there." Chad managed to whisper.  He wanted another round of that incredible feeling his aunt was able to make happen.

"Well Rita, I think he likes it. He likes his little dick rubbed."

The phone rang.  Rita picked it up, "Oh hi, this is wonderful.  We have more room than we do at home.  You might call it an apartment, but I'd call it a house.  No, Mrs. Andrews..." Then a short pause, "I feel funny calling you Natalie, but I guess, if that's what you want.  No we all eat chicken.  Cordon what?  No, I don't think we've ever had that.  Sounds good, we'll be there at five then.  That's really nice of you.  Oh, Mr. Andrews wants us to eat with the family every night?  Well, heck, if I don't have to cook you won't have to twist my arm.  He can?  Scott does.  Okay then, we'll see you at five."

"What was that all about?" asked Joann as she continued to stroke her nephew's penis and finger his testicles.

"She invited us to dinner.  We're having some kind of fancy chicken dish.  She said we could eat with the family every evening to save me from having to cook.  You know, I think I could get used to this."

Chad's situation was beginning to bother him, "Mom, can I get some clothes to put on?"

"I'll have to think about it, Chad.  You said you weren't going to wear the thong."

"But, my butt would be showing and my wiener wouldn't be covered very much.  It's like being naked, Mom.  I need some clothes to put on."

"Lay still, I'm still rubbing you."

"Yeah, but you can stop now."

"What if I don't want to?"

Chad was beginning to sit up and his aunt forcefully threw him back down to lying with his ass in her lap and his boy parts fully exposed to her stroking.  

"Just let Aunt Joann rub you for a little while.  I need to get ready for dinner.  I don't know what I'm going to wear?" Rita instructed her son.

"Shit, Rita, you aren't going to upstage me and dress up.   All I have to wear are these jeans and this oversized tee- shirt."  Joann whined.

"Well, I guess, under the circumstances, we are moving and they should understand. We'll just go in jeans."

"Did she say the family dresses for dinner?"  Joann inquired.

"No she just said they dress upscale casual except for Scott.  He's expected to in shorts without a shirt or shoes and socks.  Sometimes they make him eat nude just so they can look at him while they eat."

"What about me, Mom?"

"She said you could come to the table naked, or however we feel would be arousing or comfortable.  She did say the girls were anxious to see you naked, but she'd told them not everyone is comfortable making their sons walk around nude."

"Mom, you aren't even thinking of making me go naked or in that thong thing, are you?"

"I'll think about it while I get cleaned up. What do you think, Joann?"

"Well, his little pecker is cute as it can be.  Look at this little helmet on the end here." Joann playfully batted the penis so it bounced up and down slapping his abdomen on the up swing.  "God, three orgasms and he's still hard as a rock.  He'll make some girl really happy someday."

"Knock it off, Joann." Rita said with a smile and a wink.

"Knock what off?  His little penis or his balls?"

"Neither, just stop teasing him he's about to cry anyway."

"That 'cause he's scared he'll have to go to dinner naked and let those little girls have a round with this little rod and those two marbles of his."

"No, please, Mom.  Don't make me do that."

"Well, Chad, you said you wouldn't wear the thong.  So I think we're going to let them have a look at those boy parts tonight."

"I like it!  Super idea!" Joann yelled.

"No, please, Mom.  I'll wear the thong thing.  Please let me wear something."  Chad pleaded.

"Listen, Chad.  You have no clothes other than that thong. I left all of your clothes at home, on purpose.  I felt if Scott had to be naked most of the time, you could be too. His sisters and their friends can do whatever they wish to him while he's naked and I kind of think such an arrangement will do you good, son.  You are getting a little big for your britches lately and this might take you down a peg."

"You didn't pack any of my clothes?"

"Oh they're packed, but they're at our house and they won't be coming here."

In frustration Chad began to cry.  "I want to go home.  I don't want to be here.  I want to go home now.  Aunt Joann let me stay with you.  You need to take me home."

"Don't get me in the middle of this.  I'm just along for the ride." Joann made her position known.

"Well, let's get going.  I don't even know where we're supposed to go into the house."

"Probably the back.  That's the servants entrance.  I saw it in a movie once."  Joann joked.

"Mom, where's that thong thing?"

"I put it away, Chad.  You said you wouldn't wear it."

"Yes, I will."

"No, you won't at least not tonight.  You're going naked, and you will keep your hands away from your boy parts.  If I even have a moment when I can't see that little penis or that scrotum of yours, I'll use the fan belt on you right in front of the Andrews.  You are to allow those children to fondle your penis and testicles as much as they want too. If you don't, you won't ever get to wear a thong.  I'll make you stay naked all the time.  Do you understand me?  And you can stop crying, it won't make things any different.  Just stop."

"I'm not hungry.  I'll wait here." The boys sobbed.

"No, you will come with us.  You will keep your hands away from your penis and you will sit with your legs spread wide. You don't have to eat, but you better have your best manners, young man.  I mean it.  I've had as much shit from you today as I can handle.  Don't push me," Rita warned her son.

The threesome made their way to the door.  Chad walked out the door to the platform of the stairs.  The warmth of the late afternoon sun engulfed his naked body.  Tears continued to trickle down his cheeks and last minute begging for a reprieve went without response.  As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Joann turned to the boy and said, "Come on, stop the crying.  It's going to happen and you need to be a little man about it.  Besides, it's a cuter penis than Scott's.  You have him beat by at least an inch soft. Imagine how much bigger yours will be when you compare hard- ons!"

"Stop patronizing him Joann.  Just let him suffer apprehension.  He'll get used to it."

"Rita.  This way, Rita."  Natalie was waving them to the front entrance.  As they approached, "Oh my God, he's beautiful.  And look how well hung.  May I?"

Rita nodded her approval and the hostess reached down and fondled Chad's boyhood.  "My, my, my the girls and their friends will have fun with this one.  So will Scott. Come in."  As they cleared the door, "Girls we have a surprise for you.  Chad will be dining nude tonight."  With that two young girls flew into the vestibule to have a look. "Can we touch it? Little Andrea sought permission from Rita.

"Sure whenever you want."

With that two little hands began feeling Chad's appendage and slowly it began to rise.  The frightened eleven year old tried to shelter his groin from the advancements of the seven year old by pulling it backward.  "Chad you stick that penis out there where they can get a hold of it.  Push that bottom forward, now young man."  Compliantly, he thrust his now hard penis into full view and easy access for the girls.

"Okay, Andrea, it's my turn. I want to feel him too." Jennifer ordered.  As she reached down and grabbed is dick she turned to her mother and said, "He'll do.  My friends will be impressed with how long this thing is."  Then turning to Rita the girls inquired, "Can I have a look at his butt hole?"  Rita nodded affirmatively and Jennifer spun Chad around.  "Bend over Chad and spread your legs."  Afraid to push the issue Chad bent over, spread his legs and exposed his hole.  He would rather she be looking at it closely than his boy parts.  I mean everyone has a hole, but only boys have the penis and testicles.  A sudden tingle shot through him as he felt her put her finger right on the surface.  "I can't wait to feel around in there."

"Okay, kids, let's go eat. Jennifer you need to wash your hands."  Mr. Andrews walked through the large entryway without even acknowledging Chad's lack of attire.  He was followed by everyone, except Scott who managed to enter late.  He had on shorts and athletic shoes.  Looking at Chad he stopped momentarily to manually examine Chad's penis, "Nice one."  Then he went to his seat.  Natalie seated each of the guests, putting Chad between the two girls.  "These will be your permanent seats, that is except for you Joann. You can sit in that seat when you're here though."

As dinner was served, Mr. Andrews asked, "So what's it like being naked in front of all of us, Chad?  Not as bad as you might have thought, is it?"

"I hate it.  I don't want to be naked."

"Well, neither does Scott, but that's too bad for your guys, now isn't it?"  Natalie responded.  "If you weren't naked how could we girls enjoy your little peepee?  I mean how would we get pictures to enjoy forever or have the simple pleasures of fondling hard little penises or rolling little testicles around?"

"Don't forget fingering their buttholes too, Mom."

"Yes, Natalie, and examining their little prostates too. You do enjoy doing that, don't you?"

"Yes, I do and I can't wait to get into that boy's butt."

Mr. Andrews entered the bantering, "Now, Jennifer, Chad is Mrs. Billings' son and she may not want you doing such things to him."  Then turning toward his wife, "Nor can we assume she wants pictures taken of him or having him fondled.  Those are her calls, not ours."

"Oh no, Mr. Andrews, he needs to be under the same rules as Scott."

With that Scott choked on the sip of milk he had just taken in.  "Something she said funny, son?"

"No Dad, it's just he doesn't know what he's in for."

"He'll be just fine."

The conversation was like Chad wasn't even there.  But he wasn't listening as much as he was locked in thought about his predicament.

Mrs. Andrews then shifted to question Rita, "I couldn't help but notice the welts on his backside.  Did he give you some trouble tonight?"

"Yes, but with the help of one of Mr. Andrews' fan belts we straightened that out."

"It looks like you caught his little balls a bit with that fan belt, what happened?" The hostess was relentless.

"He wouldn't bend over the bed to take his whipping, so I gave it to him where he stood.  He started twisting and moving around when I was swinging and that's what happened."

"After dinner we'll have Scott and Mr. Andrews show you the spanking board.  You can feel free to use it when you need to whip him.  If you prefer the fan belt you can just leave it at the board so things go a little better for you next time.  We do believe little boys need strong corporal guidance.  You know they learn better through their skin. Girls tend to be more capable to understand language. Anyway, we use spanking a lot with Scott.  In fact, feel free to straighten him out if he's misbehaving around you. Just take him to the spanking board and wail the tar out of him if he needs it."  Mrs. Andrews sufficiently embarrassed her son.  "Sometimes we let the girls punish him and we supervise.  Jennifer can make his little ass welt up good she says 'It's all in the wrist'.

"Well it is, Mom.  Don't I hurt worse than Mom when I whip you Scott?" Jennifer said with a mouth of half chewed food.

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Dear."

"Well, don't I hurt worse than Mom, Scott?"

"Yes." Scott said in almost a whisper with his head looking down at his plate. "Jennifer, leave your brother alone."  Mr. Andrews cautioned his daughter.

Joann picked up the conversation, "So, what's this spanking board thing?  I might want to use it on my nephew sometime soon."  She chuckled as she slapped Chad's bare hip hard enough to leave a hand print.

"Stop," Chad hollered in automatic response at his teasing aunt.

"It's this board where he has to put his dickie " an anxious seven year old Andrea started until her father stopped her by holding his hand up.

"We'll show you after dessert." He spoke to Joann.


The Punishment Chamber
After dinner the five Andrews, Joann, Rita and Chad adjourned to the study.  In this walnut paneled office there was a big ornate desk and some leather covered chairs.  A large bookshelf adorned three of the walls.  The room was big and Joann, Rita and Chad were impressed.  In the back of the study there was what appeared to be 4 x 8 sheet of three quarter inch plywood covered with leather which matched the covering on the chairs.  However there were two straps at each side of the base and two at about the seven foot mark. In the middle of the board there was a five or six inch wide slide track which from the bottom of the board to about the four foot mark.  Attached to the track was a slide with a hole in the center of it which was about one inch in diameter.  Mr. Andrews looped his finger in the hole and demonstrated how it could freely slide up and down from the bottom to approximately the middle of the board. "This kind of makes the board a 'one size fits all' that will grow with the boys."  Then he turned to Chad, "Chad, I want you to come over here so I can show your mother and your aunt how this works.  Don't worry I'm not going to let anyone spank you.  At least not right now."  Slowly, the boy walked to the beckoning paternal figure.  When he got to the board, Jennifer reached behind her father and slid the hole thing up to the height of Chad's penis.  "Let Jennifer fit you on the board." He commanded the boy.  Jennifer grabbed his penis and stuck it through the hole in the wood.  She then pushed his hips forward to ensure it stayed in the device. Spreading his legs widely, she then began buckling the straps on the bottom of the board around Chad's ankles. Then she took his hands and placed them in the corresponding upper straps.  Chad gave into his fear and tried to resist.

"Chad, let her do what she's supposed to, I need to see how this works." Rita commanded.

"Yeah, me too.  This is getting me hot." Joann interjected. With that Natalie Andrews raised her eyebrows as if to say, "How common can one person be."  It was evident the two of them would not get along if they had to be around each other.

Chad was finally secured to the board at the ankles and wrists.  His hips were the only thing he could move, but it was evident he wasn't to move his penis out of the hole. "Okay, Andrea, finish him up."  Mr. Andrews directed his seven year old daughter.  She then walked behind the board. Suddenly Chad felt a little hand grab his penis from the other side of the board.  She pulled it hard then a sharp pressure with excruciating pain shot up his little boy wand. He tried to pull backward but his progress was halted after an inch or so.  Whatever it was dug deeper into his penis and he couldn't free it from the situation.  "Chad, don't pull.  If you do the teeth of the clamp will cut deeper into you little penis.  Just stand still and you'll get used to the initial pain.  If you pull it'll get worse."  Then turning to Rita, he said, "His penis is clamped on the other side with a clamp similar to those on battery jumper cables. They're spring loaded with enough pressure little Andrea has to use both hands to open them.  The teeth dig into the boys' penises firmly and if they pull the hole squeezes the clamp tighter.  Here come around here and I'll show you." Walking around the back of the board Rita and Joann could see the boy's little penis sandwiched between the jaws of a large copper clamp with teeth.  Chad was crying in pain and fear.  "Now, you can walk around here and beat his ass as hard and as long as you want to and he can't move away or twist around."

"I like it, Rita.  We need one of these at your place." Joann commented.

"How do I get him to hold still for this procedure in the future. I mean, he's going to fight me on this now because he knows what's coming."  Rita asked.

Natalie fielded the question, "You tell him that however long he fights getting fastened to the board, you will make him stay on it for ten minutes for every one you have to wait.  If he fights for three minutes, after you've beaten him, you leave him there for thirty minutes clamped to the board.  If it takes five then he's there for fifty.  As you can see it's uncomfortable enough without the spanking. Sometimes we use it for time-out when Scott doesn't need to be spanked but he needs to be timed-out.  I can send him in here with his sisters and they'll fasten him to the board for me now.  He knows if he fights a time-out, he'll be severely spanked by the girls and have the time out on top of that."  Hearing this Scott's demeanor changed and the though brought fright to his eyes.

"I think, we'll use the board, too from now on.  I mean if that's okay."  Rita agreed.  

"Mi casa, su casa," Mr. Andrews responded.

"I can see time-out will definitely be more meaningful this way, too."  Rita said as she patted Chad's bare ass.

"Okay, Andrea go take the clamp off and Jennifer you can undo the straps."  Natalie instructed the girls.

As the pressure subsided from his penis, a little girl voice came from behind the board.  "Momma, can I rub him until his peepee feels better?"

Deferring to Rita, Natalie said, "She wants to rub his penis and use lotions to help the red marks go away."

"Sure, Honey, you can rub him as long as you want."  Rita hollered toward the back of the board.  As Chad pulled away from the board, red in the face but not crying she said, "Go let Andrea play with your penis, and don't give her a rough time or she'll get to use that fan belt on you while your attached to the board.  Understand?"

Taking him by the hand the seven year old led him to the carpeting in the center of the room and had him lay on his back as she began rubbing his boyhood.  Embarrassing and uncomfortable with the situation, yes, but it sure beat being clamped to the spanking board.  The seven year old fingers were gentle as they manipulated all of his package. "Momma, can I use some ice on the red marks."

"Yes, Andrea, but remember, if you use ice, his boy parts will shrink and his peepee won't get hard until you stop."

"I know, but he's gonna be naked a lot and I can make him get hard when my friends are over."

"Seven and she's into erections.  She is fascinated by boy's body parts." Natalie just shook her head.

"Well, now she's got two to play with." Joann tried to redeem herself with the hostess.

"We're going to let Scott wear shorts for awhile.  We'd like to treat him to your son for a couple of weeks.  You know let him cover up, but keep Chad naked.  Let him bring his friends over to play with Chad's parts.  In a couple of weeks we'll return Scott to the natural too.  Do you mind?" Natalie asked Rita.

"No, no, not at all.  Let everyone play with his dick and balls as much as they want.  Just treat him like yours.  You know, if you need to spank him.  Let the girls have at him if he deserves it.  You can even let Scott have a few rounds on him if it's necessary.  I'll just keep him naked 24/7 for everyone." Rita responded.

"Mom, please let me go home.  I don't like this." Chad called from the floor as he was fondled by the little fingers.  "I can stay with Jimmy.  Remember, his Mom said it was okay."

"No, Chad you're nude for at least the next three months. We're going to let your friends come too.  You will just have to entertain them as a nude host."

"When his friends come, we'll strip Scott too so they have more to view and play with." Natalie offered.  "Scott, is having a few friends for an overnight stay and I'm sure the boys can entertain each other for the time they're together. Scott, is it okay for Chad to hang with you and your friends?"

"Sure." The boy replied excitedly.


Scott's Friends Arrive

On Friday afternoon Scott's three friends began arriving. Rita was working with Mr. Andrews in the office wing of the estate.  Chad was being supervised by Natalie and her children. First to arrive was Chris whom he considered his best friend.  As the car approached Scott beckoned the completely nude Chad to the window.  "Here comes Chris and his mom.  He's a real good shot with a BB gun.  Maybe we can go hunting while he's here."  The car rolled to a stop and a young boy clad in shorts and tank top jumped out.  His mother left the driver's seat to accompany him to the door. "Come on Chad, let's go meet them."  Still self-conscious about his body, Chad paused in order to consider how to bow out of appearing naked in front of two complete strangers. Scott was allowed the comfort of shorts and athletic shoes. Even though the shorts were very short and it was obvious he was not allowed underwear, he was at least covered. "Come on, Chad."  Then the voice of Mrs. Andrews beckoned the boys to the entrance area.

"Scott, you and Chad need to come here.  Chris is here."

Slowly, Chad sauntered into the vestibule trying desperately to find a way to cover his penis and testicles, but there wasn't anything to hide behind.  He knew covering with his hands would most likely lead to a round on the spanking board.  

"Oh, how cute.  Who is this?" Chris' mother trained her attention on Chad.  Chris too was half way shocked to see this new boy totally exposed walking slowly in his direction.  

"This is Chad.  He and his mother are spending the summer with us.  His mother likes for him to be naked all the time. She thinks it'll be good to temper his modesty.  Chad, this is Mrs.Wright and this is Chris.  Scott and Chris have been friends since before kindergarten. Can you say hello?"

"Hi," a half-hearted response was rendered with his head held low.

"My Chad, you are a well endowed little guy, aren't you?" Mrs. Wright couldn't get over the length of Chad's member. "You know, Scott is usually running around naked when I come here, but this is a switch.  You shouldn't be so shy.  When Scott comes to visit with Chris he's always naked too.  We don't let him wear clothes at our house either.  So we're used to seeing naked little boys.  Chris doesn't spend much time naked though, I wish he would, but he doesn't like it."

"Well, Sylvia, I told you, you shouldn't let him call the shots.  If you want him naked, strip him and tell him to stay that way.  He's going to have problems later, if you allow his modesty to determine the rules."

"I guess you're right, but we aren't ready to be as open with him as you are with Scott and now this little boy. Well, I have to run.  If Chris gives you any problem, you do what ever you feel needs doing.  If necessary, you can put him on the board that Scott told us about."

"The spanking board?" Natalie asked with a surprised expression.  She felt that was a family secret.

"Yeah, the one where his little peepee is pinched so he can't move."  Sylvia Wright clarified.

"Well, you know he'll have to be naked if that happens, and he might not like that." Natalie said somewhat sarcastically to emphasize her earlier point.

"Just don't hurt him too badly, if you do," Sylvia warned.

"Oh nothing happens on the board that doesn't heal.  We aren't completely without morals."  Natalie replied in a tone that brought a chuckle to both.

"Chris, you behave now.  You heard what I told Mrs. Andrews. She can spank you if you are misbehaving and she can use that board you told me about."

"Yikes, I'll behave.  I promise."  Chris responded to his mother's direction.  

"Give me a kiss."

"Mom, not here.  I don't want to kiss you.  Not in front of all these people." The boy rebelled.  It was understood by both Chad and Scott.  Kissing your mom or dad was okay but not in front of other kids nine, ten, and eleven year olds just don't do that.

With that Sylvia grabbed her son and kissed him briefly on the cheek.  He rubbed the spot as if to erase the imposition as his mother left the house.  After she left his attention was drawn to Chad's penis.  "That's a pretty long one.  Mine isn't that long."

"Go ahead, honey you can feel it if you want," Natalie encouraged her son's friend to fondle Chad's semi-erect phallus.  The boy balked with the understanding that as much as boys that age enjoyed mutual exploration, it wasn't something you did in front of adults.  He was sure there'd be time to touch it later when grown-ups weren't around even if Chad didn't want him to.

Over the next thirty minutes two more boys arrived.  Glenn was nine he was a year behind Scott in school.  Glenn's family was close to the Andrews as they often recreated together.  He came with his father who also noted Chad's penis size and inquired as to why Scott was clothed.  Glenn and Scott were often made to romp nude when the families were together as the parents and little girls in each family enjoyed the sights, sounds and touching.  Today though Glenn was clothed in short shorts and no shirt.  He was actually attired like his friend.  It remained to determine whether the boy was wearing underpants.  His father said Glenn had to skinny dip if the boys swam as they purposely didn't pack a suit.  He, too, gave permission to spank and was apparently well aware of the spanking board.  Glenn, too, was quick to visual peruse Chad's penis and testicles.

Simon was last to arrive.  He seemed older than the others and, as it turned out, he was.  Apparently the boy was twelve.  Simon was retained in school and felt quite a bit of embarrassment being the oldest of the threesome (now foursome).  But Scott was a tender hearted kid who was instrumental in helping the retainee adjust to the younger classmates during the first weeks of school during the previous year.  He was in a pair of the longer more in-style shorts that came to mid calf, a tee-shirt and athletic shoes.  He rode his bike over.  Chad couldn't help but wonder how discipline would be met out if Simon was a problem.  

"Wow, that kid's naked.  How come he's naked?" Simon asked.

Natalie took over the situation, "Well, Simon, here at our home little boys are often made to run around naked.  It's okay here. Now, I'm sure Chad would rather be in clothing, his mother wants him to stay naked, so that's what will happen.  You know, Scott spends a lot of time naked and one of these days, you'll come to visit and you'll see him in the all together.  Sometimes, we make Glenn stay naked too so Scott's sisters have something to play with."  With that Glenn blushed.

"His sisters?  Where are they?" the more mature boy asked.

"They are visiting with some of their friends and they will be home later this afternoon."

"I don't want to be naked in front of any girls," Simon offered.

"Well, son you don't have to be, unless, of course you plan to swim in the pool."  Mr. Andrews' voice broke into the conversation.

"Simon, this is Mr. Andrews.  He's Scott's dad."

Mr. Andrews extended his hand to shake the hand of his son's older friend.  "Here at the Andrews home, little boys swim naked all the time.  Even if we're having a large gathering little boys are required to swim nude.  So, if you plan to swim, you'll have to be naked."

"I brought a swim suit."

"Well, you can just leave it packed.  You swim, you swim naked." Mr. Andrews was emphatic.

So there they stood two boys in shorts and no shirt, two fully clothed boys and one completely nude eleven year old. Natalie and her husband left the five and retired to the living room.

"Well, what do you want to do?" Simon asked Scott.

"First, I want to feel that boy's wiener.  Man look at the size of it."  Chris offered.

"We could try to make it hard.  I'd like to see how big it is when he's got a woody." Simon added.

Scott entered the discussion, "Why don't we take him out to the woods and then we can do a lot of junk to him.  Glenn and I like to explore butts and I haven't had a chance to look at his.  Glenn, you want to look at his butt hole?"

"I guess."

They were planning the activities right in front of a somewhat concerned Chad as if he wasn't even in the room. Not one of them asked him what he thought.  Their plans were somewhat nebulous but no less scary to him.

"Chris, grab his wanker and pull him along with us.  Let's take him somewhere where we can look at him better." Simon directed.

Compliantly, Chris grabbed and squeezed the penis which was now fully erect and the five left the house.  Chris pulled Chad by the penis in the desired direction.  "Hey, I can follow you guys without you pulling my dick!"

"Maybe you can, man, but we're going to do it this way for awhile.  Remember you're the new kid and we're going to initiate you."  Simon retorted.  "Hey Scott, ask your mom if she knows where we might find some rope.  We're going to tie him up so we can play." The older boy continued finishing with a snide smile at the soon to be victim of his plans.


Initiation Time
The five boys walked into the wooded five acre area that adjoined the Andrews estate.  "Hey, Chris, pull him over here." Simon's dominance was beginning to frighten Chad as the younger Chris pulled him by the penis to the area designated by Simon.  "Let's tie him to the tree."

Taking the rope from Scott, Simon put Chad's back to a tree and pulled his arms behind him securing his wrists around the tree.  With the remaining rope he tied Chad's ankles to the base of the trunk.  "Now let's have a look at that long wiener of yours," Simon asserted as he grabbed Chad's now erect penis.  "Look his pee hole is pretty big.  Hey Glenn get me a stick off that bush, one I can stick in his dick hole."

"No, Simon, please don't stick anything in my penis." Chad pleaded before Glenn even had a stick in his hand.

"Your what? Penis, what the hell is that.  It's a dick. What the hell kind of word is 'penis'?" Simon antagonized the bound child further.  "Give me that," he grabbed a small twig Glen was holding.  "Now, hold still or it'll hurt worse".  Simon recommended as he pushed the narrower end of the twig into the urethra.  Chad yelled with a combination of pain and fear as the twig was pushed about an inch into the urinary tract.  

"Take it out, take it out, it hurts," tears swelled in Chad's eyes as his panic became more and more evident.  

"Hey Simon, take it out.  Look he's not kidding. You're hurting him," Scott pleaded his visitor's case.  "What if you hurt him real bad.  Man, we'll all be in trouble.  I don't need the spanking board.  Take the damn stick out of his wiener."

"Not yet.  It can go in further.  Watch." Simon pushed it another half inch into the penis. Chad screamed loud enough to be heard at the house.  He was crying and begging to have the stick removed.  

"Simon, take the stick out of his dick.  I'm leaving if you don't.  I don't want to be in trouble," Scott reiterated.

"Me either, Simon.  Take it out," Glenn added.

"Com'on let's get out of here," Simon grabbed Glenn and Chris' arms and began to lead them away.

"Okay, I'll take it out.  Stay here, we're not finished." Simon relented.  He pulled the stick from the urethra slowly adding to the pain Chad had gone through.  Once it was freed from the boy's penis, Simon threw it down and began examining the hole visually.  Chad was still crying from the ordeal.

"Glenn, did you ever suck a boy's dick?" Simon now turned his attention to the youngest of the boys.

"No, not no, hell no! I wouldn't do that." Glenn responded much the same as an adult redneck.

"You will, if I tell you to or I'll beat the shit out of you," Simon's bully colors were flying high.  "Get over here and put that thing in your mouth."

"No, no way.  I'm not doing that.  It's gay."

"Look you get that dick in your mouth so we can watch you suck it or we'll strip you and make you stay nude all weekend with him.  And, if we have to do that, I'll punch you 'til you cry.  Now, get your ass over here and suck his dick."

Excited  by the prospect, Scott pushed they younger boy in the direction of the tree.  "Yeah Glenn, suck his dick. Then you can tell us what it tasted like."

"What if he pees in my mouth?" Glenn attempted to talk his way out of it.

"If he pees, we'll whip his dick and balls with a switch. He won't pee in your mouth.  Will you, Chad?" Simon reasoned.

Chad still tearing from the intrusion into his urethra shook his head slightly acknowledging he wouldn't.

Glenn was pushed to his knees on one shoulder by Scott and the other by Chris.  Simon took his head and pushed it toward Chad's now erect penis. "Open up, Glenn." Glenn hesitantly opened his mouth and was then thrust toward Chad pubis.  He could feel the immature penis in his mouth and it's head pressing against the back of his throat.  Both Scott and Chris let out an "ooooooouuuuu" and giggled. Simon still maintained his authoritarian perspective, "Close your lips and suck him hard.  Come on, Glenn, do it or I'll punch your ass, I swear I will."

The boy sealed the shaft between his lips and began to suck. He found himself moving his mouth up and down the now saliva drenched shaft.  He could feel the boy's tip on his tongue and was tempted to bite down just behind the glans.  Sharing the victimization feeling of his target he decided to be more friendly though and continued to suck.  Inexplicably, Chad began to feel a swelling up and his breathing became heavier.  Something this boy was doing soothed the previously aching penis.  Suddenly, shivers traveled throughout his body as he shook and thrust his hips forward.


"Whoa, did anything come out of his dick?" Simon asked the now separated Glenn.

"No, I don't think so, but his stomach banged right into my face.  I think he was mad and hit me on purpose."

"No that wasn't mad.  It was something called an organism or something like that.  My dad told me about it when we had the 'birds and bees' thing.  He said that boys shoot something called sperm or what I call a wad.  I don't shoot anything either yet, but my dick leaks a little when I  play with it.  You sure nothing came out?"

"Yeah, pretty sure."

"What did it taste like?"

"I don't know.  The tip part felt real spongy though.  The other part was hard and slippery."

"Yeah, that was because of all of your spit.  Man you slobbered all over his dick," Chris pointed out. "Chad, what did it feel like?  Was it fun or did it hurt?" Scott's curiosity was getting the best of him.

"It felt okay.  I liked it a lot better than when Simon put that stick in there."  Chad moaned but was evidently regaining his composure.  The truth was the feeling of being sucked off was fair payment for the hurt Simon had imposed earlier.

"Okay, now I want to feel his balls for awhile." Simon directed.  As his hand went to the captive boy's scrotum he isolated an individual testicle and pinched it causing Chad unbearable pain.  Being bound to the tree, he could only scream and writhed in a limited way.

"Hey, I want to try that!" Chris entered the activity.

"Go ahead, you do his left one, I just finished the right one."

Chris isolated the left ball and squeezed causing a similar response followed by Chad's incessant begging.  "Please don't do that, please it hurts, it hurts!"  At that the boys all laughed sadistically.

Scott approached the victim and his three friends, "Hey let me in there.  I want to whip his dick and balls with this blackberry branch.  Look it has all those stickers on it."

"Shit, I bet that'll hurt."  Simon chuckled.

"Yeah, man that's going to really smart," Glenn agreed. "Hit him with it.  Make sure you hit his things."

Suddenly there was a rather whimpy connection to his balls just below the shaft of his again erect penis.  Though the branch itself didn't welt the thorns on the branch scratched the scrotum enough to burn.  

"Hey, let me try that," carefully the branch was handed off to Chris.  Standing to the side of his intended victim, Chris took careful aim with his tongue sticking out the side of his mouth.  Rapidly the branch was brought straight down on the shaft of Chad's erection.  It hit with force which didn't hurt save the thorns which implanted themselves in his penis.  

"Ooooooooo, I bet that hurts," Glenn observed as he carefully raised the temporarily stuck branch from the writhing boy's penis.  "Oh yeah, that's gonna leave a mark," as he rubbed his index finger over the effected area.  "Look that red scratch and all those little holes."

"God, what if my mother sees that and asks him what happened?"

"He won't tell, will you Chad?" Simon said in his firmest bully voice.  "Your just gonna say you ran through some stickers and that's how this happened.  Right?" "Yes, yes, just let me go.  I don't want anymore of this."

"Oh we're not done.  We have another side to examine and play with," Simon responded again with his tough guy voice. "Let's turn him around and check out that asshole."

"Come on guys, don't.  Let me go.  You've had your fun."

"No, Chad, we aren't finished."  Chris supported Simon's excitement.

"Okay, we're going to undo your legs and then your hands, but if you don't do what we say, we're going to tell Mrs. Andrews you were out here jerking off in front of us. She'll put you on the board if we do.  Won't she, Scott?" Simon threatened.

"Yeah, she puts me on it for just covering my penis when her bridge club comes to the house.  I mean she hates for boys to cover their things up, so she'll have a fit if she thinks you were playing with yourself."

"Yeah, when I have to be naked here, she makes me walk around to all the company and let them see it and touch it. Even when it's hard."  Glenn added.

"Yeah, especially when it's hard."  Chris agreed.

The boys loosened the ropes from around Chad's ankles and he felt the blood flow a little more freely.  Then Simon began to loosen the wrist from around the tree.  His arms ached from being tied behind him and the stress from jerking at them during the painful ordeal he had just survived.  His penis and scrotum still burned from the thorn treatment. But his urethra still hadn't returned to normal after the stick probe.  Though extremely uncomfortable the pain had subsided though.  He was just glad to be free.

"Get over here Chad," Simon ordered from the side of a tree which had fallen and was still connected to the stumb about three feet off the ground.  "Come down here.  Bend over the tree."  

Compliantly Chad wrapped his body around the contour of the tree.  Simon took the rope and tied his wrists under the tree to the ankles of his corresponding feet.  Again, Chad was helplessly bound.  "Hey, take this rope and tie it to his ankle and pull it over to that limb and tie it off. Glenn, take this rope and tie off his other ankle to the trunk over there.  Let's get him spread as wide as we can so we can see that asshole.  Pull it a little more, Glenn. Come on pull it tighter.  Some more.  Yeah, there it is.  We can get to it easy now."

Suddenly, Chad felt the probing index finger of his chief antagonist.  "Man, look at this pink part." Again, the finger pressed as the other boys looked on.  "I wonder how far in something can go.  Hey find me a smooth stick about as big as my finger."

Chris left the group and began scouring the ground around the downed tree.  Finding a piece of a branch which had lost it's bark but had a roughly broken off end he handed it to Simon.  Momentarily, Chad could feel the rough and scratchy feeling of something probing and seeking entrance at his rectum.   There was a sudden thrust and it scratched passed the opening causing a loud and pronounced moan.  "Man push it in further."  Chris encouraged.  Obligingly, Simon pressed harder and the stick went in another inch.  

"Hey, what if it hurts the inside part.  You know his guts. What if the stick cuts him inside?"  Scott was determined to avoid any confrontation when he returned home.  He could only imagine the trouble he'd be in if Chad had to go to the doctor as a result of their playing around.  "Better pull it out now."

"I'll pull it out, if you agree to put your finger in there," Simon replied.

"Hey, there's shit in there.  I don't want to get shit on my finger."

"Maybe there aren't any turds in there.  Maybe he shit them out and he hasn't made anymore."  Glenn tried to reason.

"Well if you believe that, then you can lick his asshole, Asshole."  Simon retorted.

"I'm not licking his asshole.  You made me suck him off and that's all I'm going to do."

"Oh yeah.  Well, I might have to mess you up a little."

"You do and I'll tell.  I mean it.  I'll tell as soon as we get back."

"What if I tell, Mrs. Andrews you sucked Chad's peter and we all saw you do it?  Yeah, that's even better than beating your face.  You'd get the board for sure and we could watch your little pecker get clamped by Andrea.  She'd love to play with your little thing.   Jessica could use that cane thing they have in the closet to stripe your naked ass.  Okay, so you tell on me and see what happens to you.  Scott, put your finger in his ass and tell us what's in there."

Slowly, Scott approached the anal entrance with his extended index finger.  "No use your middle finger.  You know your bird finger.  Shove it in there." Simon directed.  Scott switched fingers and as he pressed found that the stick had loosened the entry as it slid in without much resistance. Even though it wasn't nearly as intrusive and rough as the stick, Chad moaned as it entered.  "Well, what do you feel?"

"It's kind of warm and mushy."

"Mushy?  You must have found a turd."

"No, not like a turd.  Just kind of gushy.  Wait here's a little bump.  Man the bump is right behind his dick."  As the boy fingered his prostate Chad's moan took on an air of pleasure rather than pain.  

"Listen I think he likes it.  Does that feel good?" Glenn asked the bound boy.

"It feels weird, but it doesn't hurt.  It kinda feels good, but I feel like I'm gonna shit."

"Oh my God, I'm getting my finger out of there.  If he's gonna shit, I ain't standin' here."

"Now it feels like it, but I don't think I'm gonna."

"Okay everybody move aside.  I'm gonna whip his ass with this sticker branch," Chris was back to thrashing the blackberry branch through the air.  "That ass sticking up is just begging to be whipped."

"Please don't.  That thing hurts." Chad pleaded.

"Maybe we shouldn't.  If it leaves scratches my mom will ask questions."

"Hell, his dick has scratches on it.  If she's gonna ask questions, she's gonna ask questions.  Go ahead, Chris tear him up."

With a devilish grin the boy swiped Chad's butt with the thorny branch.  As predicted it left a pink lightly bleeding stripe across both cheeks.  Again, it landed right across where the legs met the ass leaving a bleeding stripe. Though the actual contact didn't sting, the scratches left by the thorns burned. "Stop, please, stop.  It hurts.  Stop, please." Chad begged.

"Hey, look he's bleedin'.  Chris, stop for a minute, look there are some thorns still stuck in him."  Glenn pulled a fine blond colored thorn from Chad's ass."

"Oh shit our asses are grass now.  Mom is going to whip all of us."  Scott became very concerned as he surveyed the wounds.

"Just let me go.  You guys have had your fun.  I won't tell." Chad begged.

"You won't have to tell.  Your ass and your peter are scratched and you have some thorns stuck in your ass.  She's gonna see."

"I'll tell her I ran through some stickers.  She'll believe me.  Just untie me and stop this bullshit."  Chad was getting angry, but knew to keep composed.  It improved his chances for being released.

"I'm untying him, Simon.  This was enough.  We need to stop."  Scott undid the knots without further objection and freed Chad.  "You promise you'll tell her you ran through the stickers?"

"Yeah, but if you guys do anymore all promises are off. Now, let's go back to the house.  I need to get in the pool and cool my dick and ass off."

Returning to the house, the boys became aware that Jessica and Andrea were home.  Andrea had some of her seven and eight year old girl friends sitting on the patio overlooking the pool. "Wow, hey everybody, look a naked boy," one of them yelled.  "Look, he's naked.  Look at his thing.  Can I see it?"

"See it? You can touch it if you want."  Andrea offered. "Chad come over here and let Julie feel your wiener."  Chad ignored her as if he hadn't heard her.  "I said come here and let my friends feel your boy thing."  He couldn't ignore anymore.  "Do I need to get Mom?"

Scott suggested, "You better get over there.  If you don't you'll get the board in front of all of them and each one will whip your ass with the cane."

"What the hell's the cane," asked Simon.

"It a long flimsy stick that stings worse than anything you can imagine when it hits your ass."

"Well, my Mom and Dad use a belt on my bare ass and that's the worst."  Simon tried to one up.

"I've had both and I'd rather have the belt.  I'm not kiddin' Simon, if it's between the belt and the cane, take the belt."

Following that interchange Chad reluctantly went over to the girls.  "Why's it sticking out like that?" Julie asked as she grabbed the dick.  "Wow, it sure is hard.  Are they always hard?"

Andrea took her instructor attitude, "Well, boys get rections or something like that.  And when they do, their penis gets hard and sticks out.  Chad's got one of those."

"How do you know all that stuff?"

"Because my mother taught me on my brother."

"Let me feel it," Cindy another very young little girl begged.

Julie still getting her fill of touching asked, "What's in this bag under here?"

"His balls," Andrea chuckled.

"What are all these marks on his thing?"

Carefully Andrea examined his penis.  Then she noticed his ass had similar marks.   "Hey, Chad what are these from?"  

"Let me see," Cindy begged.  "Can I feel his boy thing now?"

"Julie, let Cindy feel him.  I'm going to get my mother to look at these."

"It's okay, Andrea, I just ran through some stickers.  You don't have to get your mom."

"Yes, I do.  She can put some medicine on that."

"No, it's okay."  Andrea disappeared into the house.  He could hear her yelling "Mom, Mom " as she went through the door.  The other boys seeing what was happening started to wander off toward the tennis courts.  

Shortly, Natalie Andrews appeared on the patio followed by her concerned daughters.  Jessica's curiosity at hearing the story brought her along.  Besides she loved looking at the well endowed boy's penis.  It was longer than any she'd ever seen, even though her experience with boys' penises was limited to her brother and his friends.

"Let's have a look Chad," the concerned adult said as she took the penis from the hands of the seven year old girl. "Wow, what happened to your penis?" she asked as she squeezed the glans to examine the opening.

"I ran into some stickers."

"No, Chad this was more than stickers.  Your penis head is red and a little swollen.  What did you put in your penis?"

"Nothing."

"Chad, what did you put in your penis?"

"Honest, I didn't put anything in there."

"Chad, did the other boys put something in there?  Turn around.  Did you run into the stickers or did you back into them?  What are the pink marks around your ankles?  Chad, what's going on here?"  He could feel her pulling his ass cheeks apart.   "Chad your anus is red, too.  Okay, young man what happened?"

"Nothing."

"If I hear another nothing, I'll doctor you until that penis is back to normal and then I'm going to clamp it to the spanking board and we'll beat the story out of you.  Now, tell me what happened."

"The other boys initiated me to the group.  They just examined me, that's all."

"Examined is what Cindy was doing to you, not putting things in your penis and anus. Jessica, find the other boys and tell them to get over here now."

Grinning from ear to ear Jessica went off to find her brother and his friends.   As she approached the tennis court she saw the boys sitting on a bench.  "Hey you guys, Mom wants to see you at the pool.  She's pissed and said you better get there now."

"Oh shit."  Scott immediately panicked.

"Do you think he told?" Glenn asked in a frightened tone.

"I don't know.  He promised he wouldn't."  Simon added

"We better go and find out."  Scott was curious enough for clarification and he didn't want to piss her off any more than she was.

As they got off the bench and began walking toward the pool, both Chris and Glenn commiserated with a semi cry of "Ooooooohhhhhhh, God."

"Scott, you want to tell me what happened to Chad's penis and bottom?" Natalie demanded.

"He ran into some sticker bushes that's all." Scott replied.

"This is more than stickers.  His penis head is red and swollen, so is his anus."

"Anus?" Simon questioned.

"His butt hole," Natalie clarified for the physiologically uneducated pre-teen.  She paused to hand a tube of sunscreen to Cindy.  "Here, Honey, put this on his boy parts.  Really, rub it in well."  The little girl took the tube with glee and immediately began to squeeze the tube applying the slick contents to the boy's penis sliding her hand which wrapped three quarters of the way around its girth back and forth.

"Now, what did you boys do to Chad?"

"Nothing, Mom.  We didn't do anything."

"You tied him up and did things to him, didn't you."

"No, Mom, we didn't do anything.  He ran into some sticker bushes. What did he tell you?"

"He said he ran into some sticker bushes, but I don't believe him either. I can see the marks the rope left right here.  She rubbed her finger around his ankles and then grabbing his arms pointed to his wrists.  I'm not stupid. These are rope marks.  Sticker bushes don't make his penis red and swollen at the tip and I'm sure they didn't get to his anus.  Sticker bushes can't spread his cheeks apart and play with his anus. What did you boys do to him?"

"We better tell her," Glenn was scared.

Scott told the story.  He tried to pin most of it on Simon who really deserved most of the credit.

"I want all four of you to stand there and strip naked. Let's go, get the clothes off." Jessica's face lit up.  At the Andrews house if you can see it you can touch it and that was especially true of boys' penis and testicles.  The younger children hearing this command turned their attention to the other four and actually jumped and cheered with glee at what was about to be given to them.  "Now, boys.  Not tomorrow, not in an hour, now.  Get naked right here."

Slowly, the boys began to undress.  Simon balked and said he just wanted to go home. "Oh no, Simon, you're mine for at least the next two days and you will be naked all the time. Let's go get your clothes off."

"I want to call my Mom," he argued.

"Jess, honey, go get me the remote phone, please."  Natalie instructed her eldest daughter.  As the girl left, Natalie turned her attention to Chris who was ahead of his two other peers and was standing in his jockey shorts.  "Julie, go over and pull down Chris' underpants for him.  Then take them off and put them over here with the rest of his clothes."  The little girl rushed to the task and yanked his underwear down to his feet.  Without resistance the boys stepped out of them and moved to cover his boyhood.  "Oh no, young man, you leave that where the little girls can see and touch it. You're their property now.  They may be seven and eight years old, but they're in-charge for the rest of the weekend." Turning her attention to the other two strippers, she noticed her son had shed it all and was already standing ready for fondling with his average sized erection.  Glenn was stepping out of his shorts with his back to the girls. "Glenn, turn around and let them watch that little thing of yours bounce around."  Compliantly, Glenn turned around to face the girls and stretched out his arm to offer his underpants to Julie who was collecting all the clothing.

Jessica returned with the phone.  "What's your mother's cell phone number, Simon?" The boy hesitated, but then with the possibility his mother would rescue him from the impending embarrassment and possible spanking, he relented.   "555-2498."

Natalie angrily pushed the numbers on the phone.  It was evident it was ringing as she waited.  "Hi, Mrs. Johnson, this is Natalie Andrews.  If you would, please give me a call.  I'm having a problem with Simon and I think he needs some straightening out.  My number is 555-2330.  Thank you."

"I can just ride my bike home." Simon suggested.

"No Simon, you're not getting out of this." As she was explaining the situation to Simon the phone rang.

"Hello."

"Hi, I'm Scott's mother, I know we haven't met, but here's what's happening.  I have one boy who stays naked all the time " then a pause, "no his mother and I feel making boys stay naked is good for their modesty and humility. Well, Mrs. Johnson, Simon and the other boys took him to the woods and assaulted his body in entirely unacceptable and dangerous ways."  Another pause.  "No they inserted things into his urethra and shoved things into his anus.  It looks like they whipped him with sticker branches too." Another longer pause.  "Well, I thought that might help too.  I told him to get naked.  The other four are nude, but he wouldn't. I felt a couple of days being fondled and slaves to the girls would help." A momentary pause, "Well, he won't get undressed." Again a pause.  "Oh all four of the perpetrators will be spanked, yes.  Sounds like we're on the same wave length here." Again, a pause.  "Simon, your mother wants to speak to you."  Natalie handed the elder boy the phone.

"Yes, Ma'am.  Yes, Ma'am.  But, Mom, I didn't do anything. Awh, come on, Mom, just let me come home and you can punish me.  But...  Please, Mom."  The mighty Simon began to tear up as he handed the phone back to his host's mother.

"Oh, I will.  Well, when were done with his punishment, he'll think twice about doing such things again."  A short pause.  "No, boys do those kinds of things.  No I don't think he's gay.  No it's just exploratory stuff.  If he was fifteen or sixteen, I'd be more concerned.  No, being man handled by the girls will help get some of that straightened out."  Another pause, "Well, we've got the room and it wouldn't be an intrusion.  No that will be fine. Okay, you've got my number if you should need me."  Another pause, "No feel free to stop by.  I'd love to meet you and talk about what we think might help you and your son.  Bye."

"Simon get your clothes off now.  At this point, I'm a little put out.  But your mother and I see eye to eye on this.  She wants you to spend the week here totally and completely naked the whole time.  She also wants me to spank the daylights out of you.  Now, get undressed or I will have the boys hold you down while I cut your clothes off."

Four naked boys were each being fondled by girls in attendance.  Jessica was interested in what Simon, more her age mate, was packing in his shorts and watched intently as she fondled Chris' erect penis. "Come on Simon, I want to see it.  Get those pants off, boy!"  She teased.

Simon slowly removed his clothing saving his shorts and underwear for last.  When the shorts hit the ground, Natalie reached over and removed them from his feet.  "Jessica, do you want the honors of removing his underpants?"

"Why, yes, Mom, I do."  The girl smugly approached the boy who was feigning being cold.  Slowly she put her thumbs in the elastic of his underpants and started to wiggle them downward.  As the elastic cleared the penis it snapped up and slapped his pubic area.  "Wow, he's got a nice one too, Mom.  Hey girls look at Simon's it's big too." The little girls left their boys and came to look at Simon.

"You just make sure to keep that where we can see it at all times, Simon.  When you sit you must sit with your legs spread.  When you stand you must never cover it. Understand?" Natalie instructed.

"Yes, Ma'am."

Then she uttered the words the boys feared most, "Now, you four boys have a date with the board."

Jessica became excited immediately, "I want to spank them, Mom, I want to spank them. Please let me do it."

"No, Jessica.  I think Chad has those honors today.  He's the one they did all that stuff to.  We're going to let Chad do it.  If he doesn't do it like I tell him, we'll let you and the girls spank the lot of them.  Chad that means if you don't hit hard, you're going to get a whipping from the girls, understand?"

Chad reluctantly nodded.  Now he was being put in the antagonist role.  

"Okay, Jessica, you and Andrea take the girls to the study and wait. I'll bring the boys in just a minute."  The girls giggling and excited about the show they were about to see wandered off toward the punishment chamber.

"Boys, you can touch each other.  You can rub each other. You can use you hands and mouths on each other, but if it ever goes further than that, you need to ask me to see if you can do it.  You could have really hurt Chad badly. You will stay naked for the week-end and you will consider yourselves toys for whoever wants to cop a feel. Understood?"  All five nodded.  "Simon, you will be spending the week with us and you will never place one little thread on your body.  No shoes either.  You will stay completely nude.  The same goes for you Scott and of course you will stay naked forever Chad.  If your mothers wish to keep you this way after they've heard what you've done, then you will too Chris and Glenn.  Now, Simon come over here and let me feel that big boy of yours."

Grabbing his penis she did a quick examination.  "Okay, let's go get the punishment over." As the group walked toward the study, Glenn began crying.


The Punishment is Meted Out

As the boys entered the room they immediately were drawn to the gaggle of little girls seated cross-legged on the floor eagerly chatting about what they were about to witness. Jessica stood prominently almost striking the role of master of ceremonies.  The dark walnut walls added to the mystique of the black leather covered plywood board in the south west corner.

"Scott, Chris and Simon, you need to stand over there with you hands on your heads and your legs spread facing the girls.  Glenn, since you seem to be the most traumatized we'll let you go first.  Come over here.  Chad you stand off to the side while we get Glenn fastened."

The now bawling child was led forward to the board.  His hands were placed in the restraints which were velcroed around his wrists.  Andrea left her position with the other girls who were in awe still wondering what that contraption was for.  She slid the small hole to the proper height and pulled the boys penis through.  Suddenly there was a loud scream as the teeth of the clamp dug into the shaft just behind his glans. "Ooowwweee take it off, take it off.  It hurts take it off." He pleaded.

"No young man, you need to learn a little play can cause a lot of trouble.  You'll remember this spanking, if you've forgotten others. Andrea, make sure the teeth on the clamp are biting into his little wiener, honey."

With that the little girl squeezed both sides of the clamp and the boy screamed again with definite agony in his facial expression.  "It's on there okay, Momma."

Now the boys ankles had been secured.  Look at what was going on brought tears to Chris' eyes and he began to cry in anticipation of what awaited him in a few moments. "Jessica, go in the closet and get the cane out of the corner there and bring it to Chad."  Momentarily Chad was being handed a long thin bamboo like reed.  "Chad, take that over to that chair over there and whip the cushion a few times.  I want to see if you can make it 'talk' for you."  

Chad walked to the chair and whipped the cane down on the seat cushion. There was a whistle followed by a loud thud. "Good Chad, try it a few more times."  Whistle after whistle and thud after thud, Chad quickly got the hand of using the cane.  

"It's kinda like a whip.  Isn't it?" he remarked to the elder lady.

"Exactly, Chad.  Now I want you to go over there and whip Glenn's bottom six times with the cane.  Make sure each time you leave a mark on his butt.  Understand?  Remember, if you don't do it right, you'll get a caning from the girls later. So make it count and make it visible."

"Please Mrs. Andrews, I won't do it again.  Please let me go.  Don't let him whip me.  Please."

"Hush Glenn.  Glenn, honey, if you try to pull away the clamp will dig into your little boy thing and it will hurt very badly so try to stay still until Chad is done.  Go on, Chad."

Suddenly there was a whistling through the air and a sharp swat very unlike the thud on the chair.  A red stripe appeared on the nine year old's backside and he screamed in pain.  Then there was another whistle and another stripe. Glenn pulled to attempt escape and the teeth of the clamp dug into his penis.  He quickly pressed his pubis against the board to relieve the pressure on the clamp.  He was petrified and screaming as still another welt was applied to his white backside.  The little girls were giggling and excited over the show they were watching.  "Hit him again, Chad. Make him pull his wiener again," shouted the now sadistic Cindy.  Again the reed hit the boys backside just below the tan and white division at the belt line.  Writhing in pain he squeeled more than screamed.  Tears were flowing fluidly from his eyes.  He continued to beg as another was applied to the center of his buttocks.  "One more Chad," Jessica coached.  The reed whistled and hit with a sound of splat.  There were six distinct raised red line which at time crisscrossed.  Glenn was then released from the board. Andrea ran to the back to release the clamp and her sister undid the Velcro straps holding his wrists and ankles.

"Let's see, I think it's Chris' turn," Mrs. Andrews selected the next to be spanked.

"Oh no, please Mrs. Andrews.  Please don't make me get spanked.  Please I didn't do anything," the boy was on his knees pleading to be exempted.  Natalie picked him up and held his arms in place as Jessica secured the straps. Andrea waited until the straps were in place and then manipulated the boy's penis through the hole.  She could secure it though as he kept pulling it back out when she squeezed the handles to open the clamp.  "Julie go on back there and hold Chris' penis until Andrea can get the clamp on it.  Jessica push his butt forward so he can't pull his penis out. I'm just glad all five are circumcised so we don't have to deal with a foreskin and the clamps.  I don't think Andrea would know what to do."  

Jessica knowing what a foreskin was from her babysitting experiences said, "What would she have to do?  I mean how would you clamp it?"

"Well, honey, I guess one of the kids would have to slide the foreskin back and she would bite into the glans. Putting that clamp on top of the foreskin might circumcise an active boy."  With that they both chuckled.  

Suddenly there was a thrust at Chris' hips backward and a scream that ran throughout the study as the clamps teeth did there thing.  Just as the pain was equalizing, Andrea squeezed the two jaws together to make sure they were secure and the boy screamed a blood curdling scream.

"He's all yours Chad. Go for it." Jessica assumed the leadership role.

A quick whistle and there appeared a strip on Chris' backside.  His buns were white and there didn't appear to be a tan line.  It may have been assumed he wore a shirt all the time.  His legs showed a little tanning from his shorts but the line was at the calf. "Mom, its too bad little boys wear those long shorts today.  I like to look at their little legs almost as much as their boy parts.  I like 'em best when they're really tanned."  Again amidst the small talk another welt was applied to the white buttocks.  Chris was screaming and begging at this point.  

"I like their legs too, Jess.  I like to see the little dicks and ball sacks tanned too.  It makes them look like little bronze gods doesn't it?  Well, anyway Chris will be quite a bit tanner after this weekend.  If his mother decides to leave him we'll send him back to her nude and brown.  Come on, Chad, you can whip harder than that.  Let him have a good one."

Swwwwissssshhhh, splatttt! Chris pulled backward in an attempt to free himself and the jaws of the clamp chomped down on the meatus tightly as they were pulled into the hole.  This was the last audible scream from the boy.  He was so traumatized he couldn't make any more noise, "That's better boy.  Look you put that across both cheeks.  More like that. Chris, baby, stay still or you'll hurt that little peepee again."

After six were applied to Chris, he was released from the board.  He took two steps away and fell to the floor holding his backside alternating with his penis.  "Mom, Chris is covering his wiener." Andrea reported.

"It's okay for him to do that now.  It hurts and we'll let him rub it, unless one of you girls would rather rub it for him."

"I will, oh, I will!" Julie was beside herself.

"Okay Julie put some of that lotion over there on it.  Rub gently.  Chris go over there and let Julie rub your little peepee."  Without hesitation the boy went where he was told. One round on the board was enough.

"Let's see, I believe we'll let Scott go next.  He's a veteran at this, aren't you son?"

Crying the boy went to the board.  He didn't beg as he knew it was futile.  He didn't resist his sisters as they went about their tasks as he knew that was futile too.  He was fastened quickly.  "Okay, Chad, let him have it hard.  I mean really, really hard.  He's my bratty brother and I'm going to enjoy this every minute of it," Jessica reveled.

The first strike hit Scott just below the cheeks.  Unlike the other boys there were no tan lines his entire body was tanned and it was a little more difficult to see the welts. But welt he did.  After the second stinging contact Scott began to writh and grit his teeth almost too proud to scream and beg.  The third brought an audible yell.  He couldn't hold out any longer.  "Couldn't make it without screaming could you Scotty?"

"Fuck you, Jessica."

"What did you just say to your sister?"

"Nothing.  She's all the time making fun of me.  It hurts, Mom.  I'd like to see her get it, but she doesn't have a dick to put that clamp on."  He was mad and the reprieve from Chad's swats allowed him to verbalize it.  That was a mistake.

"Hurry up Chad, after you've done your six give Jessica the cane.  She's going to give him six more. That'll teach him to watch that vulgar mouth of his and to be more respectful to his older sister."

Swisssssshhhh, slaaaaatttt.  Another stripe appeared a little high almost on the small of the boy's back.  He screamed again.  Swiisssshhhh, slaaaaatttt a white welt which quickly turned red wrapped itself cheek to cheek. After six he handed the reed to Jessica who was much more animated and violent in her approach.  It was apparent she was trying not just to welt, but to open wounds on the boy's ass.  At one point he pulled away from the board so hard the clamp made a thud as its jaws tried to clear the hole.  The teeth clamped down on the penis and the whole contraption was caught in the hole on the board.  Mrs. Andrews walked around and pulled the clamps back from the hole releasing some of the tension on Scott's dick.  "Wow, Scott you'd better stay still, you don't want to pull the tip off your little tool, baby." She cautioned him.  "That's gonna hurt for a day or two.  Girls someone will have to put lotion on Scott's wiener when he's done."

"I will, I will."

"Julie, you already have Chris to work on.  We're going to let Cindy do Scott."

Swwwwwiiisssh slatttttt another stripe appeared.  The boy was bawling continuously.  After Jessica's fourth lash, he began to beg for mercy.  "Oh no, Scotty I've been waiting too long to do this to you.  You're getting all six," the spanker yelled.  Swwwwiiiissssh, sllllaaaaaatttttt. Another powerful contact with the cane against the boy's cheeks. "Mom can't I do more than six.  He's a pain and I'm enjoying this."

"No, Jess, give him the last one and we'll turn him loose. You'll get another chance sometime, I'm sure."

"Well, turn him around so I can whip his bag and wiener then."

"No, we're not doing that either." "All right then," swwwwwiiissssh slllaaatttt.  The boys bottom looked like a tan and red plaid.  Stripes were crisscrossing everywhere.  He was crying profusely and was lowered from the board.  Glenn, who had recovered somewhat, helped Scott walk over to the area where they were standing.

"Okay big shot, you're up."  Natalie had begun to distain the smart ass Simon when she first met him.  She felt he was showing the adults one side of him, but a more devious side came out when there weren't adults around.  She didn't trust him and that little argument about getting his ass busted pissed her off.  "Let's go, Simon, we don't have all day. Look there Andrea.  He's got a big peepee and it's bigger around than the other boys.  Lots of meat to sink those teeth in now."  It was apparent that Simon was on the verge of puberty.  His balls were hanging looser and his penis was getting more girth, but still no hair.

As he was secured to the board, Andrea noted, "Hey Mom, his peepee barely makes it through the hole.  When Scotty gets big we might have to make the hole bigger."

"Just clamp it."  Julie had left her post rubbing Chris' penis long enough to go to the back of the board to stretch Simon's long enough for her friend to get the clamp on.  As Andrea purposely released the clamp quickly it snapped down on the boy's penis.  It hurt like hell, but Simon was belligerent and he wouldn't give these wackos the satisfaction of showing his pain.

Once secured, Mrs. Andrews said, "Chad give him six and then give me the cane.  I'm going to give him six of my own for his antics earlier this afternoon.  Go ahead and let him have it.  And, Chad, remember if they aren't good ones you're going on the board after he's done."

Simon was a good six inches taller than the other boys.  His body had begun to bulk up so his backside was a larger target which made it easier to center on the mark. Swiiiisssh, spllllaaaaatttt a stripe appeared.  Simon gritted his teeth.  He'd stick out the pain without crying. Swwwwiiiisssshhhh sllllaaaattt.  Another stripe another round of gritted teeth but no tears and no screaming.  He hadn't even pulled the clamp.  Swwwiiiishhhh, slllllaaaatttt.  Another welt.  But still no crying or screams.  For the entire six lashes he showed no indication of anything but bearable pain.  Having finished all six, Chad handed the cane to Mrs. Andrews.  She took her place and began thrashing.  It was evident from her first she had a lot of experience.  By the time she applied the third, one of the stripes on the boy's white ass was bleeding.  That didn't stop her and it led to his breaking.  Tears swelled up and he began to cry.  He was screaming at Mrs. Andrews with "I hate you."  "I'm glad you aren't my mother."  "I'm leaving here, and I'm never coming  back."  But no pleading for her to stop.  Wouldn't have mattered anyway, Natalie believed in the full sentence.  He'd get all six.

On the fourth, he was writhing and moving, but not pulling his penis.  His face was red and he was still shouting threats and hateful words, but nothing vulgar.  Perhaps he'd learned having watched Scott's ordeal.  On the fifth he began begging for Natalie to stop.  After eleven lashes he was hurting.  The final lash was administered and he obviously was relieved it was over.  Andrea went to get the clamp. "No Andrea, let's leave him on the board for awhile until he decides he's not going anywhere unless I tell him to."

"I'll stay.  Please take me off the board.  I won't go anywhere." Simon pleaded.

"No, we'll let to stay on the board with that peepee pinched good and hard for another half hour and then I'll consider whether to release you or not."  The woman was ruthless. "Okay the rest of you go and get ready for dinner.  Boys you're nude for the duration.  Remember to keep those legs spread when you sit, if you can sit.  Girls I want you to make sure the boys penises are rubbed every half hour.  Just pick one and rub him, okay?"

"Yes, Mrs. Andrews.  Can we give them their baths?"

"Why of course."


The Family Dinner

Because the dining table would only accommodate ten, a card table was set up for Andrea and her friends. The remaining Andrews, Rita, Chad and the boys were set at the table. The chairs for the boys were covered with towels to avoid staining.

"Looks like the boys lost something," Mr. Andrews joked. "Boy Rita that Chad is really going to make some woman happy with that penis of his isn't he?"

"He already is making girls happy, Daddy.  My friends and I like to play with his cause it's long.  You should see it when it's hard.  Man, it's real long."  Andrea shared her observations.

Mr. Andrews laughed at his daughter's remark.  "I'm glad you girls have it to play with.  Enjoy!"  Rita was somewhat embarrassed that her son was the topic of conversation, but she was also proud he was hung as well as he was long dick and tight little ball sack but some day the balls would fall too.

"What happened to you boys anyway?  Is plaid the uniform of the day?"  The paternal authority asked with a chuckle in obvious reference to their stripped rear ends.

"No dear, they hurt Chad, so I arranged for him to return the favor.  He did a pretty good job of it too."

"Really, what happened Chad?" Rita asked.

"Mom, I don't want to talk about it.  Nothing, okay.  It's over with.  They didn't hurt me that badly.  I mean I hurt them worse.  I really didn't want to, but Mrs. Andrews told me I had to." "Chad, I thought I was doing you a favor.  You know letting you get even with them."

"Well, now they'll hate me."

"No they won't."  

"Yes, Dear, they will not be happy with him.  They probably think he squealed on them."

"But I didn't.  I didn't say a word.  Mrs. Andrews figured it out all by herself.  Really."  He glanced at the boys who were taking the conversation all in.

"Yes, when I see a boy with stripes on his penis and backside and a red and swollen glans and anus, I can figure something isn't right."

"Oh my God, Chad are you all right?"  Rita dropped her fork and showed a delayed concern.

"Yeah, Mom.  They didn't hurt me bad.  They were just initiating me to the group.  When they were doing some of it, it hurt, but I'm fine now.  Actually, I'm finer right now than they are.  Look their wieners are red and swollen and their butts are striped.   My marks are already healing."

"Oh, I see, you used the penis clamps.  How'd they work?" Mr. Andrews lifted the cloth to examine the boys' penises.

"Great.  There wasn't a whole lot of movement while they were caned.  That's for sure." Jessica was quick to respond to the question which was originally directed to her mother.

"Well, sounds like everything has been taken care of."  Mr. Andrews returned to his dinner.

"The boys will be nude 24/7 until they go home.  Simon over there is going to spend the week with us.  The girls will be able to examine a bigger boy for the week.  All five are now slaves to the little ones and Jessica.  We'll see how that works out.  After dinner I'm going to call Chris and Glenn's parents to discuss the days events.  Hopefully, they'll have to say for the week too so the girls can each have a 'pet'. Rita, after dinner we adjourn to the living room to watch a movie, each of the females fondle the boy's penises while they watch.  You can do Chad if you want.  Sometimes, Richard Mr. Andrews fondles Scott's it's a kind of bonding thing.  It makes the boys feel good and the fondler enjoys the sensation too.  Can we count on you?"

"Well, yes, that'd be nice.  I haven't rub his little thing since he was a toddler.  I'd kinda like that.  I'll do Chad."

"Honey, do you want to rub Scotty tonight?" Natalie asked her husband.

"No, I have some things to clear up in the office. I'll give him his bath."

"Sorry, Dear, I've already promised that to your daughter's friends."

"Scotty, I'll rub your penis and testicles tomorrow night. Is that okay or do you want me to rub you when you go to bed tonight?"

"It's okay Dad.  You can do me tomorrow."

"I want to do Scott," Jessica announced.

"No, Jessica, I'm mad at you."

"All the better Scott, maybe you two can make up.  She'll make you feel better.  You know she will." His mother teased.  "You will let your older sister rub your boy parts tonight no more argument.  The little girls will have to split Simon, Chris and Glenn amongst them."

"I have dibs on Simon," Andrea yelled.

"No, honey that's rude, you don't have dibs from your friends.  You all can share the boys."

Dessert was served strawberry shortcake with plenty of whipped cream.  "I have an idea for the left over whipped cream and you little girls.  You boys are going to really like it if your little wands have stopped throbbing. We'll see all of you in the living room in fifteen minutes. Remember boys never cover."

To be continued