A Dommy Mommy Cuts Up

By Running Bare
runningbare@anonymousspeech.com

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

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A Dommy Mommy Cuts Up

By, Running Bare

My name is Doris Ivanov. At the onset of this reporting I was the mother of three--Irena 13, Katrina (Katie) 9, and Alexei 11. My husband, Igor, was and still is in prison serving two consecutive life sentences for murder related to his activity in the Russian mafia. The year of his imprisonment in 1988, the children and I had moved to a middle class neighborhood in Cleveland, Ohio. Thankfully, Igor had hidden some of his ill gained assets in my name in a couple of offshore accounts, which somehow managed to survive the scrutiny of the Federal agents and remained intact. Rumor had it that Igor cut a deal with them and helped their investigation in return for their overlooking the stash. Hey, I wasn’t going to go out of my way to question the reasons or call it to their attention. The amount, for the time, was very significant—three quarters of a million dollars. Needless to say, the kids and I were able to live comfortably without me having to secure employment.

Igor and I had a rather difficult relationship. He used to beat my ass whenever he got drunk and angry. I was more an indentured servant and sex slave to the man, which I attribute to the reason for my distain for everything male. After years of domination by the bastard, I found a new purpose in seeking to turn the tables and show the world females could be strong as well. Unfortunately for Alexei this translated into having to succumb to what were to become many sessions with his naked ass and one of the many belts his father left behind. I really loved the feeling of power I got when I beat him. I aroused myself as I watched him writhe in pain as I reddened his backside and watched his ball sack and often erect penis bounce with each contact the belt made. His pleading for cessation almost drove me to orgasm. His sisters definitely were more than happy to revel in attending his punishment sessions as well. I had required their attendance as a way to show how powerless boys could be at the hands of a strong woman. I was committed to making sure they never had to endure the crap their father had put me through.

As we started to adjust to our new life, the three kids were quick to make new friends. It was one of Katie’s new relationships that was to change our life as a family, and Alexei’s life in particular, forever.

Katie came home and opened up about how her new friend Amanda’s brother, a boy named Jack, was naked all the time she was at their home. I asked whether Amanda and Jack’s mother was home while this was happening and she told me she was and that it was the mother who made the boy strip naked right in front of the two of them. Naturally, my interest was piqued. I was to find out that Jack was the same age as Alexei. As we talked my other daughter, Irena, and I listened attentively. One thing that did catch our attention and cause a little chuckle was her observation that Jack’s “boy thing” didn’t look like Alexei’s. She explained it was about as long, but the tip was different. It looked “more like a mushroom” than Alexei’s and didn’t have the skin covering it. I spent the next half hour explaining the circumcision process to her. I explained that boys in the United States were more often cut than boys from her father’s homeland, so we kept Alexei just like his father. She listened attentively and after a few questions just flatly said, “You should do that circumcision thing to Alexei’s. It’s much cuter.” I must admit the thought of doing that to my son definitely made me horny.

After an hour of interrogation and my growing interest, I was to find out that Amanda’s mother not only made her brother strip but allowed the two girls to play with “his boy things and even his butt hole. And, he had to let us, or Amanda said he’d get a spanking. So I got to touch his boy things a lot.” Though she’d seen her brother naked when he was getting the belt, she’d never touched his boyhood, nor had her sister. The thought of permitting such behavior definitely got my erotic juices flowing. I had to know more. I had to talk to Amanda’s mother.

Add to all of this the timely request from Alexei’s swimming coach for me to be the team mother and the erotic thrill that was to give me. It turns out I was asked to supply some quick snacks and juice drinks for the boys which wasn’t really asking too much, but then I was told I was to be the locker room monitor. It turned out my lust to humiliate and embarrass little boys was to be fed a banquet. I was told to sit on a chair at the opening of the gang shower and monitor the boys as they showered as well as keep an eye on the changing area at the same time. I was further charged with inspecting these naked cherubs to make sure they cleaned everywhere, but no specifics were given. I took advantage of the lack of instruction to develop my own process. As each of the ten to twelve year olds finished showering I made them succumb to me lifting their penises, fondling their bulbous ball sacks all the time acting like I was checking for cleanliness. Then I had them bend over while I parted their cheeks to inspect their anuses. Of course as time went on, I pressed their anal buttons with my index finger just to get a closer look during the “inspection”. To avoid suspicion and add some legitimacy, I often say things like, “Your boy parts need some more soap and water.” or “You have a dirty poop chute, go clean it. Soap up your pointer finger and shove it all the way in there.”

I’d often take Katie along. The boys were really shy when I started that. They’d wrap their towels around themselves or shield their genitals with their hands. Unfortunately, that wasn’t an option when I inspected them after the shower. For the shyest among them, I started letting Katie help inspect. She was in heaven as she “played” with the boys’ packages. Sometimes she’d yank on an erect penis or pinch a testicle during the process and I’d have to act like it was out of line for her to do it. I assure you, my corrective remarks to her were purely an act. Watching her feel, or should I say inspect, boys’ parts was one of the most erotic experiences I’ve ever had, especially when the boy was obviously disturbed by her attention. I must admit of the ten boys on the team, Alexei was the only one whose penis wasn’t cut. I began to appreciate all those circumcised penises as I’d squeeze the rubbery glans of the usually erect kids while inspecting them as they left the shower.

You know it was funny. No other parent ever complained of my technique with those boys. In fact, several times mothers thanked me for making sure they did a thorough job of showering. Two or three times a week one of the mothers would come into the locker room and help Katie and me. Once or twice the mother offering to help would break out a small camera to record the boys for posterity. The flashes didn’t happen until the group was completely naked. I must admit Alexei was a favorite subject for those photos. I think his covered piece was interesting to them. I’d often have to say to him, “Alexei put your hands down.” Or “Alexei you know what Mrs. _ wants in the picture, spread those legs.” I didn’t feel like a perverted mother after seeing the others just as committed to humiliating and embarrassing naked little boys.

For the next month or so two things permeated my fantasizing—making my boy suffer the humiliation that boy Jack suffered through forced nudity at home and elsewhere, and actually being able to cut foreskin off myself. No anesthetic, no doctors, just peal it off. At the risk of over analyzing, I guess in a Freudian sort of way, I truly wanted to punish the boy’s maleness. I saw it as a way to get back at his good for nothing father. I imagined my two girls helping with the removal—assisting in the operation. First, though, I had to know more. I had to talk to Amanda’s mother. Was she a kindred spirit? What about her husband? Did he condone the whole naked boy thing? There were a lot of questions. I have to admit I also wanted to see what kind of eye candy young Jack provided. I had to visit and watch the little girls lay claim to the eleven year old’s body.

After Katie’s next visit I anxiously awaited her report on the state of her new friend’s family. She was more than happy to share that Jack was naked the whole time and that she made him let her feel his hard “wiener” a lot. She mentioned putting her finger in his hole as well. Now, most people would take pause at all of this, but they would definitely be lying to say watching or participating in such things would not be erotically arousing. My experience with the mothers of the swim team convinced me of it. As for me, that only spurred more curious questioning of my daughter. She informed me that Amanda’s mother and father were divorced and that her mother had gotten “a straining order, or something like that”. I suggested the word she was looking for was “restraining order”. She then clarified, “the judge told him to leave them alone". That information got me to wondering, even more so, if Amanda’s mother and I weren’t on the same page. I sent her on her way so I could plot building a relationship with her new friend’s mother.

Ah, I’d suggest that Jack might want to join Alexei’s swim team. Katie had mentioned that the family had a built in swimming pool. It’d be the perfect way to get my foot in the door.

I decided to call and invite, Vickie, Amanda’s mother to drop by for coffee. She came. The kids were in school so we were able to visit without interruption. During the conversation the topic of raising boys came up. She was quick to say she, as a woman, had no clue what to do with a boy. She said the coach at school called because her son Jack refused to strip for swimming in the school pool, because the boys were required to skinny dip. Being naked in a public way was not something he was comfortable doing. She said she talked to him trying to reason that none of the other boys had any different “equipment” than he did, and Mrs. Kilgore the swim coach had seen many little boys naked, so what was his problem. The girls had a different session and weren’t going to see him (my mind was in over drive thinking it was too bad they weren’t, I’d love watching the humility their presence would have dished out to the little urchins).

Now, neither of us would claim to be boy specialists, but we did know males found strutting around naked with other males to be macho. We females were not accustomed to such things as modesty was required of us from an early age. The pool rule requiring bathing suits for girls was every bit as strict as the rule that all boys had to swim nude.

When I asked how she handled it, she told me she started making the boy strip naked when he got home from school and stay naked until he went back to school. She allowed him to dress only for occasions where being naked would be socially inappropriate. Coach Kilgore was told if she had more trouble to let his classmates forcibly strip him, and, after they did, she should use a belt on his bare ass.

I mentioned Alexei’s shyness about being naked around his sister and me. To my knowledge Alexei was participating naked at P.E. At least Coach Kilgore hadn’t called and it wasn’t noted on his midterm progress report. (Note to file: inquire about swimming classes when Alexei comes home.)

Then the conversation took a more pleasant turn. I guess as a natural extension I mentioned how exciting it was for me to see Alexei naked. I felt he was a living portrait that I painted and showing off his body was a rush to my libido. Vickie agreed. She said now that Jack is completely nude at home she looks for ways to embarrass and humiliate him by making him “display” in front of others. She specifically mentioned making him answer the door whenever the doorbell rang, or going out to the mailbox every day, mowing the lawn on weekends,… At that point I was getting hot from the mental images her words were painting. I’m sure I wasn’t drooling, but I think she noticed my arousal and offered for me to visit some afternoon or weekend. She also said if I brought Alexei, if I wanted he could join Jack and swim nude, we could watch, and the girls could play. I wanted it. I wanted it bad.

The very thought of making my Alexei expose himself before complete strangers, to hopefully add some color to his boy thighs, backside, penis and scrotum that only exposure to the late May sun could accomplish would definitely move my needle to the erotic red zone. I was committed. I knew he’d be stiff for the entire visit. Just imagining it made me anxious to end our visit so I could retire to my bedroom and relieve my mounting sexual desire with my toys.

That evening Vickie called. She suggested we make a weekend of it. Though we only lived a block and a half from each other, she suggested it would be fun just to sit around poolside, drink wine, and bitch about our no good, asshole ex-husbands. What she left out was the entertainment our ten and eleven year old penis bearers would provide. Though I’d never met him, Jack was a specimen to behold according to Katie’s description. But, what would a nine year old know about boy “size” and beauty?

She said I could have her guest room; the little girls could camp out with sleeping bags in the yard; and Irena could sleep in Amanda’s room. But most exciting was Jack and Alexei sharing the full size bed in Jack’s room, to which she added, “unless sleeping with a nude boy would bother him”. I had a lump in my throat just imagining it. I reassured her Alexei would be fine. What I didn’t say was her Jack wouldn’t be the only bare kid in that bed. And, if I played my cards right, we four girls would direct a lot of play in that bed. I envisioned us sipping wine and the girls eating popcorn and drinking soft drinks while seated around that bed as we directed the sexual interaction of those boys. If the kids weren’t due home within the hour, I’d have returned to my room for another round of relief.

That same Tuesday afternoon the kids did their homework. Finishing early little Katie wanted to go to Amanda’s. Before releasing her to her bike, I sat her down for a snack. I had to know.

“When you are at Amanda’s and her brother is naked what do you two do?”

“We play in her room or watch TV. Sometimes her mother tells us to rub Jack’s peepee and bag.”

“When you do that, what does Amanda’s mom do?”

“She sits and watches. Sometimes she tells us to pull his boy thing or pinch his bag. When we do that he screams and rolls around holding himself, we laugh and Mrs. Simmons just smiles.”

“You told me his penis, his boy thing, is different than Alexei’s…”

“Yeah, it doesn’t have that skin on the tip.”

“Is it long? As long as Alexei’s?”

“How would I know? I haven’t seen Alexei’s for a long time. It’s about this long when it’s hard.” She held her hands about four or five inches apart. “Can I go now?”

Not to betray my passion, I let her go.

Amanda was a cute kid. As I’d never met Jack, I was curious as to the attractiveness of what that four inch appendage was attached to. I was not to be disappointed.

Before we left for the Simmons’ I had to forgo the usual, “Do we all have to go?” “Can I stay home? I’m old enough.”

I was able to convince Alexei by just mentioning the built in pool. I did pique Irena’s attention by suggesting there would be fun things for her too. Of course, I avoided responding to her “Like what?”

Saturday morning, Alexei showed up for breakfast in nothing more than his yellow Speedo. I loved that suit. The lower part of his tight young ass cheeks couldn’t be contained and were invitingly showing. His package was outlined by the Lycra material even when dry. I had to deny my instinctual drive to grab that bulge. To this day I don’t know how the kid was oblivious to it. For that matter I don’t understand how his sisters overlooked the opportunity to tease him by calling his attention to it. If he could see what everyone else saw, he’d have been devastatingly embarrassed. In short, if the boy had to wear something in public this was the best I could ever ask for. We all know I’d prefer him being completely naked. I told him the Speedo would be all he needed to take. He was still clueless. I truly believe he’d misunderstood that we’d be spending the night at the Simmons. As far as I was concerned, the Speedo was okay because I had no intention of allowing him to wear anything after we got there. If Jack could be nude for us girls, so could Alexei. All I thought was a Speedo would fit neatly in my purse while a more substantial piece of clothing might be cumbersome to keep up with.

When the four of us arrived at the door it magically opened before I rang the bell. What was immediately before us took my breath away. One of the cutest boys I’d ever seen was standing there naked as the day he was born. The kid had short cropped black hair. His hazel eyes were captivating. The facial characteristics were perfect. He was the brownest white boy I’d seen and there wasn’t a tan line marring that bronzed skin tone. His overall appearance was what one might call athletic. His muscular calves led up to equally well-pronounced thighs. They were crowned by a bulbous ball sack with what must have been a three or four inch flaccid penis draped over them, both as brown as his torso, all except his tip which had a more pinkish tint. The boy’s circumcision was what a military person might refer to as high and tight with no bunching of left over foreskin to be found. I just wanted to rub my hands over this kid’s body slowly and meticulously feeling every inch of skin covering it. When he turned around I admired his pert all-boy backside, tight and dimpled on both cheeks. I was enthralled with the sight of this young naked boy and marveled that anybody could be that bronzed in May.

His mother stood just behind him. All I could mutter was, “Oh my God, he’s beautiful, Vickie. He’s flawless. Would you look at his tan?” The obviously humiliated the kid. He had a difficult time making eye contact. “And just look at that generous little boy package.” His penis began to rise from its relaxed state and his hands moved to cover the salute. His mother slapped his bare backside and cautioned him not to cover his “tool”. Irena tried desperately to stifle a giggle but was unsuccessful.

I believe it was at this point Alexei started to put two and two together. He immediately started his rant, “I’m not doing that! I’m not getting naked!”

Without so much as a rehearsal, (I swear I never mentioned my intention to her) Irena approached from behind and jerked her brother’s Speedo down to his ankles. His four inch erection popped right out. As he went to retrieve his suit, I stopped him. “Just take it off Alexei. Mrs. Simmons said all boys had to be naked when at her home and we’re going to be here for a while. Besides, you don’t want Jack to feel awkward, do you?”

He continued to try to raise his suit, but his older sister held it down. Katie was mesmerized looking at her brother’s package. I slapped my son’s bare ass and said, “I said take the Speedo off and give it to me!” About that time Amanda had arrived and was peering from behind her mother at the exposed fresh meat on her front door step. “Can he stay naked too, Mom?”

Before Vickie could respond to her question, I answered it. “Yes, Amanda, Alexei will be naked all weekend too. You and Katie can feel his boy things too. I think you might find Alexei’s a little different than your brothers, but fun to play with.”

Irena then asked, “You mean we get to feel them? Touch their dicks and bags? Awesome, Mom! ”

Vickie took that question with a response that was music to my ears, “Of course you can. You’re a girl aren’t you? You can do whatever you like to either of them, and, because you’re older, you can make them do things to each other too.”

It was then I was certain it was largely a dominance issue with Vickie, much the same as mine. The forced nudity wasn’t just to relieve Jack of his modesty problems. It was about fully enjoying Jack’s embarrassment and humiliation.

“Well Alexei, step out of the suit so we can go in. Standing here on the front stoop is just exposing you to the neighbors. But, it’s up to you.”

“I’m going home. I’m not staying here naked, like this.” He began his pout.

“Well, it’ll be interesting walking home naked. And, when you get there, the house is locked. So, I’m sure you’ll be quite the sight as you sit naked on the porch waiting for us to come home Sunday night.” A sharp slap to his hind quarters propelled him forward enough to get him moving. It was then I corrected his attempt to cover his penis. “Don’t cover that, you know that’s the item of interest to all these girls. I want it showing all weekend.” I gloated as he blushed at the thought of having to expose his hardened appendage to everyone.

It was Amanda’s turn to learn about boys’ appendages. “Hey, what’s wrong with his pecker? Look Mom he’s got skin covering the neat part like a turtleneck sweater.”

With a light chuckle Vickie quieted her daughter and explained the whole circumcision thing much the same as I had to do with Katie just a couple of days before. Not to be outdone Irena grabbed her brother’s appendage and followed with, “Hey Amanda, watch this.” She slid Alexei’s foreskin back exposing his moist dark pink glans.

Alexei slapped at her hand and pouted a “Stop. Irena leave me alone!”

Vickie jumped on that immediately. “Alexei as long as you’re here, the girls can touch your boy parts or any parts whenever they like. Don’t swat your sister again. If she wants to feel your penis she can. Do you understand the house rules?”

That just completely verified we were on the same page with the dominance thing.

We adjourned to the patio out by the pool. Vickie handed me two wine glasses and grabbed a bottle from her kitchen wine rack. When we got situated I couldn’t help but notice my youngest arguing with her brother over exploring his stiff member. “Alexei you let your sister play with it, if that’s what she wants to do. Get that attitude adjusted or I’ll borrow a belt from Mrs. Simmons and do it for you.” Surprisingly, he let Katie grab it and grab it she did wasting no time playing with his foreskin. Amanda eventually was invited to feel Alexei’s penis and was every bit intrigued with the sliding cover. She pinched the foreskin at the tip and stretched it out a good inch to inch and a half. He cried out, “Ow, stop it Amanda. That hurts!”

My sarcasm took hold. I responded to his complaint, “Hey, suck it up, Sally! You’ll live!” That brought an angry look cast in my direction. Too bad for him, it didn’t annoy me when he did that. I loved that look. I was already cherishing this female dominance thing and that look reinforced me.

I recall as we sipped our Merlot and stared at the kids through our polarized lenses, the conversation was started by me, “I’m not kidding, Vickie. Your Jack is one beautiful specimen of a boy. I can see why you keep him nude. Good Lord, the tan and that penis just look at it. I don’t think I’ve seen, much less touched, a circumcised glans in years. I think the last time was a seven year old I babysat when I was in high school. That was a cute kid too. He was just developing modesty and fought having to undress in front of me. I saw it as a challenge so I insisted he let me bathe him. I loved just watching him blush. I’d bathe him right after his mother and father left. Then I’d make him stay naked until bedtime. I did get an erotic rush when I’d make him play out in the driveway naked while I fixed dinner. Back then nude little boys were “cute” to most adults, not “appalling” like they seem to be to adults today. His mother and father were pretty liberal, in that, they were the only folks I remember back then that made their kid sleep nude. I know he must have complained to them about me playing with it and making him go outside naked, but they never complained and they kept calling me back.

Marry a Russian and you have a major cultural change. You know, I think I’d like to get Alexei cut too. It’d humiliate him, but it’s really piss off that bastard of a father of his. I think, if I do, I’ll video it and send a copy to the shithead in prison. What the hell, they probably wouldn’t let him have it.”

“How long is he in for?”

“He got two consecutive life sentences. So, I divorced is ass. And all I can say is good riddance.”

“You seeing anyone?”

“No. I’m concentrating on the kids, especially Alexei. I love to find ways to annoy and punish the kid. Since Igor went to prison, I’ve changed as a parent. I love to strip the boy naked and take a belt to his bare backside and I didn’t use to do that. Igor did it for me. I loved being a spectator when he’d get the belt from his father. Made me horny. But, oh now that I do it I realized how much more intense that horniness could have been had I been doing the beatings all along. Now, I’ve got this fetish. I kind of like this thing you started with Jack. I don’t want my Alexei growing up to be a nasty husband. I owe it to society not to let that happen now don’t I?” A devious smile crossed my face. “I think I like letting the woman take the dominant role. If Igor wasn’t such a mean bastard toward me, I don’t think it would have been an issue.”

Vickie half chuckled, “Makes sense.”

Again my gaze was on her son, Jack. “Would you look at that kid’s penis?”

“Which one?” She knew which one.

“Jack’s. It’s perfect. I love the clean lines between the shaft and that cute little head. I think Alexei’s in for a cut job, and secretly I want to do it myself.”

“Oh God, you’d mutilate his boyhood. Shit, you can’t do that to him yourself. Don’t you want grandkids? My therapist would ask, if you think it’s part of this desire you have to punish Igor? You want to cut Alexei’s penis to emasculate Igor? Or is it just an act to say, “Fuck you, Igor. I’m changing the boy so he doesn’t have any semblance of you.”

“A little bit. I guess I want Alexei to get the message that, as a woman, I’m still in charge. That penis of his doesn’t put him on a higher plane than we girls and I’m still in-charge of that too.”

“Sounds like you have some issues to overcome there, girl.”

“I guess so, but there is the other motivation. I like the look of the cut penis and the feel of the spongy head literally right at my fingertips. I mean look at your boy. His tip is neat, clean, and clearly accessible. You know, no ‘fumunda’ cheese to deal with.”

We both giggled at that. “Oh shit Doris, you could have gone all day without sayin’ that!”

“Just look at how the head of his penis is clearly highlighted by that stiffy. Alexei’s hard as a rock, but the tip is barely visible. I just think Jack’s is cuter.”

“Go for it, Doris. If you’ll feel better use the kid to do it. You are correct though. He needs to know we girls are in-charge and won’t be his sexual minions.” As we continued to watch our naked boys swim with the now somewhat disinterested girls, Vickie interrupted the giggling and splashing. “Jack, come here!”

The boy left the other kids and sauntered toward us. That beautiful penis was flaccid again, but swayed to and fro as he walked toward is mom’s lounge chair. I couldn’t take my eyes off him. Innocently the boy looked at her and in a guarded tone just said, “Ma’am?”

“I want you to go into the kitchen and get the bottle of wine I left on the counter and bring it out. When you come back out, sit on Mrs. Ivanov’s lap like I make you do at massage time.”

Compliantly, the boy left to retrieve the wine and I had to turn to watch his smooth little mounds alternating with each step. Upon his return, after handing his mother the bottle, he approached me. His now erect penis was inches from my face.

“Doris just let him straddle your lap facing away. Then you can explore to your heart’s content.”

Anxiously, I raised the back of my lounge chair. With my legs still extended, I helped the boy into position. I was so flustered as he lowered his naked bottom on to my lap, my breathing quickened. I could hardly speak. Instinctively, I reached down to rub those tight, smooth claves working one hand on each side. It wasn’t long that I had moved up to his thighs sliding my hands from his knees to his hips. I’m not going to lie I was wondering how well I could transition my attention from his thighs to that bulbous ball sack and further. As my hands worked on those brown thighs I purposely bumped his stiff boyhood and could feel it snap as it was displaced by the contact and quickly bounced back to center. I could hear as Jack breathed in through his teeth when I made my initial contact.

I hesitantly reached around for and extended feel of the parts which had been my target from the moment he climbed aboard my lap. The circumference of his still immature phallus definitely reminded me of the feel of Alexei’s when I’d found it necessary to examine him. The little boner was definitely longer than most ten year olds. I slid my hand up the shaft until I felt the cleft which separated the shaft from his meaty glans. The boy shivered as my fingernails lightly scratched it. It was evident the kid was not uncomfortable with the rubbing and tickling as I lightly stoked the scrotum. Increasing the pressure with my fingertips I could feel his ‘eggs’ gently slide out of the way beneath the soft, wrinkled skin of his sack. My breathing got heavier as I progressed. I lightly kissed the boy on the back of his neck. “You are a beautiful little boy, Jack. You’re so smooth and yet so firm. I love feeling your little boy things. I don’t blame your mom for wanting to keep you naked. I’d want to show you off too.”

The boy’s gaze was still on the other kids swimming and playing at the pool. All except Alexei who was docked against the pool wall in the 5 or 6 foot section. He really hadn’t moved and it was evident he’d pressed his appendage against the wall to shield it from the sight and touch of the inquisitive little girls. Irena was lying on a towel in the center of the lawn sunning herself and reading.

My hands were still busy rubbing, squeezing and occasionally gently pulling Jack’s genitals. As I caressed the boy’s tight little ball sack, I extended my hand to allow the tip of my index finger to find his anus. I felt the tight little opening and teased it with a gentle press. The boy sat there and accepted the minor intrusion. My hands made the rounds again. Starting with his steel hard penis, pausing to knead the bulbous tip, moving gently over the scrotum, but this time I allowed my index finger to embed itself up to the first joint. The boy shifted in discomfort. Vickie caught a glimpse and said, “Geeezzzz, Doris, don’t be so gentle. Shove it in there if you want to. Don’t worry about him.” I shifted in my chair to position myself to do just that. Momentarily, I buried my entire index finger into the boy’s rectum. He groaned in pain but didn’t fight the intrusion. My ecstasy was shatter by the sound of Irena’s voice, “Oh gross, Mom, what are you doing to him?” Her remark alerted the younger girls to look, even Alexei turned from the pool’s edge to look. I quickly withdrew my finger.

As I sat there with my wet finger raised, Vickie said, “Just wipe it on the towel, and I’ll have Jack get you a clean one. Better yet, make him lick it off. After all it’s all his.” As hot as the suggestion made me, I was a little timid about asking this kid to do that. I just wasn’t that dominant. I used the towel. Vickie told her son to get me a clean towel, but I countered and politely asked that he stay on my lap. He could get it later. I wasn’t done with my exploratory session.

I could not get enough of playing with his penis. The bulbous glans was just too intriguing to me. Hell, I’d played with many a foreskin, but just something about the cut little penises I’d experienced in my lifetime attracted me more. I liked looking at them, feeling them, and on occasion sucking on them. But that later bit of information was guarded from my daughters. As I toyed with Jack’s, my commitment to alter Alexei became cemented in my mind.

I was obsessed with getting my eleven year old cut. And a mean streak from deep within compelled me to want to do it myself with Irena and Katie’s assistance. I justified the desire by insisting if ancients, men and women of various tribes, Jewish mohels, and Arabs who aren’t medically trained could do it in peoples’ homes, why couldn’t I?

In an effort to further assess what it would take I shouted for Alexei to come to my side. He did so reluctantly with that look of “Uh, oh, what did I do now?” on his face.

“Put your hands down. The girls want to see your boy thing and so do we. If I see you covering it again, I’ll tie your hands behind your back, whip your backside and put you out front for everyone to see. Got it?”

“YES! Okay, YES! Why don’t you leave me alone.”

The hand print on his right butt cheek resulting from that little tirade would be visible for the remainder of the day. “Reach down here and feel Jack’s penis.”

With tears dripping from the swat, he pouted, “I’m not going to feel his dick. What do you think I’m queer?”

“I said, feel his penis. You and I are going to have a meeting of the minds or a meeting where my belt meets your ass. Cut the attitude or I’ll cut it for you. I said feel his penis.” Our conflict had attracted the three girls and they were now surrounding the boys and me. Alexei briefly tapped Jack’s glans with the tip of his index finger. “I said feel it not touch it. Pinch the tip. Rub your hand up and down the shaft. You can play with his balls if you want. You know you really want to so do it.”

My shy son pinched Jack’s glans as he was told. He fingered the boy’s balls, grabbed the shaft and ran his hand up and down as if to masturbate him.

When he had satisfied my need to watch that interaction, I made him stand next to us while I coached Jack to play with Alexei’s foreskin. Not only did he do that, but he replicated many of Alexei’s movements in return. Amanda had to comment. “Jack, you can stretch that skin on his tip. Pinch it right here and pull it like this.” She demonstrated stretching the foreskin and inch or so from the tip.

That opened my window and said, “I kind of like Jack’s better. I mean it looks plainer and feels spongier, what do you think Alexei?”

Katie chimed in, “I do too. We need to make Alexei’s like Jack’s.”

Irena stood up for her brother, somewhat, “Katie how often to your see or feel Alexei’s penis? Huh? His can be different.” Oh how wrong she was. It could remain different at my pleasure. If I wanted the wrapper gone, it was going to be gone. Irena had a lot to learn about being dominant.

“Well, Alexei, I’m waiting.”

“I like mine, okay. I like mine the way it is. So everybody just quit talking about it, okay.” Actually, his fear and discomfort about discussing it added to my commitment to doing the “nasty” deed.

“What do you think, Jack? Your’s or his?”

“I like mine, but his is okay.”

“Well, let’s think about this. When you are naked in the locker room at school, and in the showers with all those other boys, how many have penises like Alexei’s?”

Jack muttered, “None.”

I had no further argument to make. With a quick pat on the side of Jack’s right butt cheek, I dismissed him from my lap and back to the pool. Alexei was quick to join him. The younger girls left in the same direction. I so wished they were going to accost their brothers’ genitals.

Irena softly said, “Mom, you’re going to do it aren’t you? You’re going to get Alexei’s skin cut off.”

Trying to answer her kind of frustrated me. Vickie to the rescue, “Honey, that’s your mother’s decision to make, not yours and not Alexei’s. There certainly is nothing wrong with it. It’s not major surgery. She’ll make the best decision for her and Alexei. Why don’t you go back to your book so we adults can talk?”

After Irena took her leave, Vickie skirted the issue. “If you intended to pare his penis, you’d better be sure about what you’re doing. If you botch it, it’ll be hard to explain what the hell you were thinking when you end up in the emergency room. Just sayin’.”

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The remainder of the weekend went well. The girls really spent little time accosting the naked boys. Even Alexei seemed to become more comfortable with his nudity. He became so comfortable I became uncomfortable. The saving event? Bedtime. When Vickie announced them sleeping arrangements she saved the best for last. Alexei threw a huge tantrum when he was told he’d be sleeping in the same bed as his new naked buddy and it was made clear neither would wear pajamas or any other clothing. What made it even better was they were to be the evening’s entertainment. We just called it “boy night”.

Boy night was held by putting both boys to bed and we girls would watch as Irena commanded the boys to perform acts upon each other while Vickie, Katie, Amanda, and I sat “in the audience” with popcorn and drinks. Irena was given a belt and permission to use it on either boy if they didn’t do what she told them. Thinking back, I’m sure the activities she commanded sexually enlightened the younger girls quite a bit.

She started off innocently enough demanding a wrestling match. She made it clear they could use any body part for leverage in trying to pin the opponent including, but not limited to, their penises and balls. To ensure maximum effort she announced the loser would lick the winner’s anus until she told him to stop. The girl was a natural.

The boys rolled around on that rather small bed grabbing each other’s legs, arms, and, yes finally penises and ball sacks. On this one, much to my dismay Alexei came out on top. The younger girls were enlisted to hold his legs up with his feet touching his head while young Jack licked his rosebud. Vickie coached her son to push the tip of his tongue into the hole. At first it wouldn’t go. He couldn’t stiffen it enough to get past the sphincter. Vickie remedied that by shoving one of her fingers in there to the first joint, then thrust it two knuckles deep into my son’s orifice. After pumping it in and out a few times she put Jack’s face back in there and commanded him to try again. Even though the boy was crying and devastated about doing it, he slowly complied. That time his mother’s loosening activity helped him be more successful. In it went. When he removed his tongue, he cringed and spit several times. Vickie slapped his ass and told him to swallow. From the looks of things Alexei enjoyed it. His pecker was hard and pointing up toward his face.

Sunset was slowly approaching when Irena moved both the contestants and the audience to the front porch. She announced a foot race that would take our contestants around a two block course. To keep them honest she had arranged for someone from every sixth house on the route to sit on their front porches, each house had a different color permanent marker. The resident was to place a colored line on each contestant’s scrotum with their marker as the runner came to their porch. Win or lose, failure to have every color on their little ball purse when they finished would result in a genital belting of no less than five lashes. The loser of the race would have to attempt to lick the marks off the winner’s scrotum and then suck the winner’s dick for ten minutes. She was insistent both boys be back at the house before the street lights came on or they’d get the belt.

Jack was first to beg not to have to do it. He specifically cited the fact that “everybody will see us”. Vickie supported Irena stating that he was correct, but he was going anyway. I think she was amazed as I was at Irena’s creativity in humiliating the boys. Both boys were crying audibly when Irena blew the whistle to signal the beginning of the race. Jack reluctantly tried to start running while covering his package with his hands. It wasn’t long for him to figure out it was impossible to do that and win the race. Eventually, he dropped the shield in favor of speed. Alexei just stood in Vickie’s front yard pouting. I had to intervene by describing what would happen if he didn’t complete the race. His sister was going to give him a ball busting whipping with the belt and he’d end up sucking Jack’s boy parts on top of it. The street lights would be on within the hour and his tight little ass would be worn out as well. The gravity of the situation sunk in and he started the route crying loudly. Both boys returned with ball sacks of many colors. Each sporting yellow, red, green, blue, brown, purple, and black stripes marked on their scrotums. I must say when the colors were checked Irena almost couldn’t see the yellow or brown lines on Jack’s. His tan almost obscured them. As soon as she completed logging the colors, the street lights clicked on. The belt would remain at rest. It turned out Alexei’s stalling caused him to finish about two minutes behind Jack, so guess who was introduced to orally stimulating another boy. I was so thankful I got to watch Alexei almost choke on Jack’s erection, it really aroused me. Both Vickie and Irena later admitted they were equally excited watching his mouth and tongue action on Jack’s genitals. Of course his continued crying made it all the better, at least for me. The little ones were mesmerized watching the licking and sucking while continuing to munch on their popcorn.

Speaking of popcorn, the next challenge took place back in Jack’s bedroom. The boys were made to lie on their backs crosswise. We mothers were asked to position ourselves at their heads and the girls were told to position themselves between the boys bent knees where they dangled over the sides, Amanda between Alexei’s and Katie between Jack’s. The girls were each given what appeared to be a four foot piece of rope. When Irena handed the little ones the rope you could see the apprehension in both boys eyes. Jack started to choke up, but Alexei got angry. He started stirring and threatening even before he knew what was going to happen. Irena must have been a quick study of female domination. She tapped Amanda on the shoulder and commanded, “If he gives you any trouble, just punch him in the balls as hard as you can. Got it?” The younger girl just nodded her understanding.

The girls were instructed to tie each end of the rope securely around the boys’ knees leaving a tether between their legs. They were then told to pull the rope up and hand it to the respective mother. Now, truthfully, Vickie and I had no idea what was going on, but we took the rope, pulling the boys legs up until they were in, for lack of better words, the diapering position. Irena checked the positioning of each making sure both boys’ penises, ball sacks and anuses were openly displayed. Needless to say the position embarrassed both to the point of reddened faces. Vickie and I were loving it. Then we were told our job was to hold on to the rope and keep our respective captives in that position with knees back and spread wide apart.

Our curiosity and that of the girls was really piqued when Irena pulled out two small cups from under the bed. Each was filled with whipped butter. The girls were told to coat their fingers with it and smear some around their respective holes. Amanda momentarily looked disgusted at the idea asking if she could switch and do her own brother. Irena stood firm and told her no. Vickie more or less ordered her to comply. Both boys were “buttered up” with mild coaching from us. Then they were told to get a large dab of butter on their finger, and I think the word she used was “cram” it all the way up their holes. Amanda hesitated, but Katie was quick to break through Jack’s sphincter. Eventually, Amanda followed suit. They were instructed to follow the same activity three more times using both their middle and index fingers together. Irena was later to explain she didn’t feel the boys’ cherries should be popped by someone in their families, too much like incest.

Once the boys were lubed the girls were made to rub their hands with the leftover butter so their fingertips were slick. I remember thinking this is getting cute. When they finished lubing their hands, Irena pulled a large bowel from under the bed. It was filled with unpopped popping corn. The instructions were that a timer would be set for ten minutes, the girls had to put as much corn into the boys’ holes as possible. It had to be shoved “all the way in”. To make it more sporting, they had to shove the kernels into the respective hole using one slicked up hand while pulling up on their erect penises with the other. Any kernels shoved in the hole didn’t count if the penis wasn’t being visibly stretched. Vickie and I were to make sure the boys’ penises were stretched to the maximum and she would watch, from her vantage point, to count and make sure that each piece inserted stayed inside the boy. The consequences? The winning team, both mother and respective girl were going to spank the losing boy with a belt while the mother and losing girl held him in the contest position. Winning mother got seven swings to the boy’s butt which, if she chose, included targeting his anus. The winning girl got five strikes with the belt to his penis and scrotum. As such the boys had an incentive to cooperate as well.

For some reason once the whistle blew, the two frantic little girls could not grasp the penises. Their hands kept slipping off. Even when they tried to pull them with their fingertips, they couldn’t get a grip. Even the boys joined in the laughter. Then they tried pinching the kernels of corn and they just slid out from their slippery hold. Three minutes in no one had pushed corn up either boy’s ass. But all seven of us were laughing at the folly. One serious complication occurred. The boys had become flaccid as they laughed, making it more difficult for the girls to grab them. We finally had to take a short break and we mothers had to rub our sons back to stiffies.

We were off again. Irena added five minutes to the timer. The whistle blew and the young girls were more committed than ever. Amanda was the first to get a kernel in place. Irena coached her to press it all the way in. She impaled Alexei using her index finger as a ramrod. She stretched his boyhood by pinching a bit of foreskin between her fingernails. That gave her just enough traction to stretch it further. I remember thinking that it was good for something. It wasn’t long before Katie picked up on the technique. She dug her nails into Jack’s penis at the cleft where the shaft and glans met and she did so hard he yelped in pain. At that point, Amanda was in the lead three to one. The laughter had stopped as the competition intensified. As that timer ticked away, the boys actually started cheering the girls on. I’m sure the stakes had a lot to do with it.

When time had expired, Irena announced the count. “Amanda seventeen, Katie twelve.” That beautiful boy, Jack, was to go under the belt. Vickie’s demeanor was definitely that of satisfaction. She was to watch as her son was to be heavily disciplined. In that respect we were definitely kindred spirits. How I wished the results were the other way around.

Alexei was released and ordered to take Vickie’s place. He did so with what appeared a sadistic gloat. Irena told him to hold Jack behind the knees and pull them tight naturally exposing a partially opened anus topped with a tight, multi-colored, striped scrotum and well-differentiated, hard penis. I found my dedication to female dominance compromised momentarily as I wondered if I could beat that beautifully tan bottom, much less watch Katie’s inquisition to his balls. But, I was reminded winning was a major man thing and I was as good as any man at enjoying the spoils of victory.

Jack was trembling as I took a position parallel and just left of his completely vulnerable backside. I still remember the snap of the leather as it connected with a vengeance across both cheeks. He screamed with the pain as I observed the dark pink stripe appear. I took a few seconds to contemplate my next lash to this beautiful boy. I turned loose and the fold of the strap connected dead on his still half opened orifice. The resulting scream pierced my ear drum, Alexei felt no empathy. He was enjoying it his dick was hard as a rock, “Good one, Mom. Five more just like that one!” Little did he know how I wished it was him instead of Jack. Another snap and once more the anus took the brunt of the impact. This time the boy begged for me to stop. The fourth was purposely aimed to give the kid’s hole a break, it landed across both thighs at which time Amanda complained, “Hey, I get to hit him there, not you.” While Vickie straightened out her daughter’s disrespect, I placed the fifth line across both cheeks. The sixth and seventh were again aimed at his hole. The sixth I purposely lightened up on. The seventh, my final, was swung so hard my body turned into the swing. The result was the boy was crying out so hard no sound came out. He was literally stunned.

I handed the belt off to his sister. Alexei spread the boy’s legs wide. He had a sheepish grin about this phase. I remember thinking if he’d be grinning in a couple of weeks, when I had him exposed and splayed for an entirely different purpose. Would he be eager then? I thought not.

Vickie positioned her daughter facing her target. She went high with her rushed swing. She argued it hit his belly button not his “boy things”. Out of compassion for the ten year old basket case, or just fairness, Irena told Amanda it still counted. Carefully, the young girl lined up her next swing, which was quite wimpy and only covered the brightly decorated scrotum. Not a total loss though, as it caused her brother to writhe under Alexei’s hold, and beg her to stop. Vickie helped Alexei reposition her son and hold him down. Amanda readied herself for her third attempt. It was cute. She was so concentrated her tongue was hanging out of the side of her mouth. This time the belt snapped encompassing her brother’s penis and scrotum. Again, the result was an ear piercing scream. At that point, Vickie held up the action to examine the boy’s package and determine whether that target had had enough. Jack jumped and sucked in air at Vickie’s very cautious touch to his testicles. She determined he could withstand two more from his sister.

Amanda took a half-hearted fourth swing again hitting Jack’s jewels and penis, but not nearly as hard as her previous shot. Then, rather than apply a fifth stroke, she unexpectedly handed the belt back to Irena and announced she didn’t want to do that to him anymore.

With that Alexei and Vickie released the boy. He immediately curled into a fetal position and supported his genitals with his hands and cried and moaned as he rocked back and forth on his left side. He was a well beaten boy. Vickie left the room and returned with a Ziplock bag full of crushed ice. She gently pried her son’s hands from his genitals and pressed the bag to them. It was evident the ice brought some significant relief as Jack took over holding it even tighter against his package.

When the weekend came to a close, our hostess and her kids walked us to the front door. Alexei kept loudly clearing his throat as he stood near the door with a very stiff boner. He cleared it and looked inquisitively at me. I asked him what the problem was and he pointed toward his erect penis. I told him it wasn’t my problem and that I liked it that way. Finally, he verbalized his intention asking where his Speedo was. It was then I decided to take a family vote. “Okay, show of hands, how many of you want Alexei to get his Speedo back now instead of going out in the front yard naked?” After a minute, “What? No one? Oh, I’m sorry Alexei, your hand is up. Ooopppps, it’s three to one. Sorry Alexei!” The girls just laughed as did the Simmons. “Okay then how many of you want Alexei to stay naked anytime he isn’t in school?” All three of us raised our hands. “Well, now it looks like that motion carried!” Here’s another item, “Those in favor of allowing anyone who wants to feel Alexei’s naked boy parts and butt?” Wow, three to one again. Motion carries. It was settled that quickly.

Poor Jack’s ball sack was noticeably swollen from the beating the night before. Like Alexei’s it still sported the various color racing stripes he collected on the run around the neighborhood during the naked boy marathon. It was evident from his smile during the voting that he wasn’t still in pain and he’d be alright in a day or two. But, I’m sure his jewels would be sensitive to even the slightest touch for the rest of the day.

We took our leave. As we walked to the car Alexei’s boner cutely swayed back and forth, evidently inviting Katie to playfully swat at it with her hand. As he made his way down the driveway to the street where the car was parked, he scanned the neighborhood for anyone who might be able to see his nudity. Sorry to report the street was quite quiet.

Little did he know that neighbors seeing his butt, penis and ball sack would have been the least of his worries. His mother was committed to finding out all she could about circumcising boys and the quest would start after the kids were bedded down that very night.

Google popped up with many YouTube listings so I began watching them. Most were from foreign countries where peeling boys’ dicks was either a religious or cultural ritual. I wasn’t a bit skittish watching the scalpels as they effortlessly cut all the way around the head of the always frightened boy’s penis, and the foreskin was lifted off. The fear in the boys’ eyes and the fact they had no choice but to succumb to the parental or communal wishes was definitely a source of eroticism for me. The older the kid was, the more erotic I found it.

What immediately caught my attention was the stitching during the process in some of the medical videos. I wasn’t prepared to have to stitch and was pretty sure doing so was beyond my skills level. I took pause to wonder if Jewish mohels stitched the circumcised penises. The videos and stills of men of tribal villages showed they performed the operation on older boys with some very primitive tools, but no stitches. What bothered me was those primitive cut jobs resulted in pretty rough and sloppy finished products based on the photos of the penises of the already cut boys present at the circumcision. The foreskin remnants were ragged and many healed still covering a substantial amount of the glans. I mean why bother, unless, of course, those men and women got off on cutting little boy dicks? But, in fairness, if that was their motive, I was more like them than I’d liked to admit.

In most every case it was a family affair. Women in the videos appeared to particularly enjoy watching their boys get cut. There were times little girls, mothers, grandmothers, and others invited to watch. Even Jews of both genders and all ages gathered to watch ceremonial cutting at the bris. It was then I decided to invite Vickie and her kids to watch Alexei’s circumcision. Of course Irena and Katie would be participating. Following the operation we’d have a party like many of the YouTube families did. It seemed in most ceremonial cases the recipient boys were left naked or sporting nothing but a shirt while entertaining invited guests. They showed off their newly exposed glans as badge of honor.

As I moved on, I came across several videos that highlighted a plastic guard that snapped in place, pinching the base of the foreskin closed to control bleeding. What intrigued me was you found out what the boy’s penis circumference was using a template with various size holes in it, selected the proper size ring, snapped that bad boy in place, cut around the ring, and, bingo, the kid’s tip was permanently exposed. It really simplified the process. The device was called a SmartKlamp. What was really attractive about it was there was no way I could cut anything but the foreskin. The glans and the shaft were completely protected. Best of all it eliminated any need for stitches. The down side, for the kid at least, was he had to wear that plastic clamp on his penis for five days as the cutline healed. That would be no problem as Alexei was kept naked at all times so concealing it was not necessary. As a side benefit, I also thought that little device might be a good conversation starter with people we’d bump into or have to the house.

I needed to get one of those kits. I’d also need a scalpel and, from the looks of things, two or three forceps. The only other item, which I felt was optional, was the syringe and anesthetic to deaden the penis. Though stabbing that little appendage, at the base, right into the tip, and almost through the shaft as was demonstrated in the video was certainly something I’d have loved to do, it was beyond my resources. I reasoned, hell, a little pain would do him good. It would be quick. The anesthetic was an extravagant extra and unobtainable to a non-professional. They didn’t seem to use it at a bris. The primitive peoples and third world circumcisions were done without anesthetics even the Arabic circumcisions appeared to forgo them. So why would Alexei need it? I rationalized that the pain of the injections would probably be about as bad as the pain caused by a quick cut with a sharp scalpel. A medical specialist I asked told me that in some hospitals doctors sometimes didn’t even bother with anesthetics when cutting newborns. If babies could bear it, so could my eleven year old.

The day I (we) planned to do it we’d throw a party afterward. We would invite Alexei’s teachers, classmates, neighbors and maybe a couple of the Ivanov relatives so word would get back to that asshole Igor. This would definitely piss him off. After the cutting, Alexei would be wearing the device so all could see his boyhood. I could invite the post circumcision audience to examine him up close and personal as they wished. He was going to be so humiliated and embarrassed having his boy parts on display to everyone attending the party. I loved just imagining it.

I had little trouble securing a SmartKlamp kit. Isn’t the internet great? It was delivered to my door by my friendly UPS driver. I was able to purchase a medical scalpel and forceps from a local medical supply house, no questions asked. I guess they thought I was going to use it for some hobby activity. Alexei still hadn’t a clue I was planning to alter his most prized body part, but neither did his sisters. The only one aware of my intentions and the progress toward the big day was Vickie Simmons and she wasn’t telling anyone anything. She had become my best friend in a very short time. We talked daily and usually it was over coffee at her home or mine.

It was mid-June, Alexei had finally realized all the complaining in the world would not change his forced nudity predicament and so he stopped trying to negotiate his way out of it. His sisters, our friends, neighbors, and relatives were also adjusting to his being naked all the time. I know this because the contact the girls had exercised with his boy toys had dwindled off. Oh, sure Irena and Katie’s friends still were intrigued with his body and manhandled him, but even that was tapering off. He was being accepted as “that naked kid down the block”. He still was the object of many budding photographers with their cameras, but how much harm could those do?

One of the things we did often was to play games that put Alexei in precarious situations. Many entailed him being tied up to his bed or bound and rolling around on the family room floor as, usually little girls but occasionally boys as old as twelve, fished around at his ball sack, penis and anus. It was all innocent enough. His frequent erections signaled me that he kind of enjoyed it. My interest was in him becoming unsuspecting when secured with ropes and cuffs.

This was also the time I announced to Vickie that my little circumcision party was a go for the third week of June. I told her I wanted her to bring her kids, Jack, of course, could wear his birthday suit and they could watch the girls and me do the unveiling. Being the skittish person she was, she again tried to get me to hire the job done, insisting I take him to a doctor for the operation. My argument was I wanted Alexei to know his mother and sisters had the power over his penis—his manhood. A doctor, even a female doctor, doing the cutting wouldn’t send that message. Besides, I already had the SmartKlamp kit and hardware in my bureau. Most nights I found myself fingering the packages and almost drooling at the thought of finally using them. No, I was committed and set the date as Wednesday morning of the third week. Vickie and the kids would attend. With that finalized, I looked out my kitchen window at two nude boys, Alexei and Jack, shooting baskets in my driveway and thinking soon their flopping appendages will look very much the same. It also occurred to me Alexei was not nearly as self-conscious as I would have liked. He’d accepted that he would have to be on display to the entire neighborhood and many passing motorists to play those games of pick-up with his friends in our very opened driveway. I longed for the humiliation, embarrassment and self-consciousness of two weeks prior to return. The little plastic cage he’d soon have hanging between his legs should help with that. And, when that came off, the bulbous tip of his boyhood would certainly bring some further embarrassment to him. So would having to answer the question, “Hey, who did the cut job?” he’d most likely to be asked, in the locker room, as his classmates accompanied him to the showers or swimming pool. He’d have to explain his mother and sisters did it to him, not because he wanted it, but because they decided it would be done.

That afternoon Vickie left with Amanda. Jack was going to spend the night with us. I was gratified that I would be able to enjoy playing with Jack’s boyhood that evening and imagining how Alexei’s was going to look and feel post operation. Yes, I was again feeling that erotic rush.

That Wednesday couldn’t have arrived fast enough. I told the kids we were going to play some more games where Alexei was to be the victim. I had cleared my queen sized bed of all but the fitted sheet. In the process of preparation I’d tied short segments of rope to each side of the headboard and also to the posts of the footboard. Alexei was to be a captive of the queen of a woman’s tribe on a remote island. I was playing the part of queen and my two daughters were the minions. I remember hoarsely and authoritatively saying to the girls, “Bring the boy to the chamber and secure him so we might tickle and molest him.” Playfully, the girls brought their relatively complaint naked brother in and made him lie down spread eagle on the bed. He laughingly complied. Again, I think he was becoming too accustomed to his nudity for my taste. I know both he and the girls were expecting another one of their tickle sessions where they tickled Alexei all over his body, and I mean all over, until he begged for them to let him go. They were excited as I ordered them to “tie the intruder down”. His arms were tied to opposite sides of the bed as were his legs. His penis stood straight up almost as a flagpole dominating his plump scrotum and its contents. His little rosebud was fully on display.

Timing couldn’t have been better. No sooner had the girls secured him, the doorbell rang. Vickie and her two kids had arrived. I sent Katie downstairs to let them in and lead them to the bedroom. The sight of Alexei splayed out before them brought glee to the two children. Even the fully naked Jack approached and lightly flicked my son’s hard-on with his index finger. It was apparent Jack was enjoying the situation as his boy toy quickly assumed a position parallel to the floor. I paused a moment to approach the boy as he stood beside his mother and tenderly rolled his appendage around between my thumb and forefinger anticipating the outcome of today’s still unannounced game. I remember it was then I proclaimed, “I love boys with circumcised penises. As queen of Girl Island, I want this boy” I pointed to Alexei, “to sacrifice his cover so he looks like this.” I cupped Jack’s erect penis.

Alexei very apparently caught the drift and began to tear up. He twisted violently trying in vain to free himself of the bindings. Irena was also quick to pick-up on my plans almost excitedly asking, “Are you going to circumcise him today, Mom?” I wasn’t sure where the understanding was with Katie, Amanda or Jack, but all that would be very clear as I answered, “Yes. You, Katie and I are going to unwrap his cute little tip.” Amazingly even Jack was broadly smiling, almost wringing his hands, Katie and Amanda were holding each other’s shoulder and jumping up and down. “And Jack, Amanda and Mrs. Simmons are going to watch us do it.” I walked to my bureau and retrieved the clamp kit and scalpel.

“I don’t know how exactly to sterilize this thing, but I’ve got a pot of water boiling on the stove down in the kitchen. Vickie, would you drop it in there and let it boil for ten minutes? That should be enough don’t you think? Oh, and you might as well take these two forceps as well. I’ll need them to keep his little turtleneck open when I insert the guard over his penis.”

In the background Alexei was still struggling with the ropes. His crying was now bawling.

“Irena, in my bathroom is a bottle that says Betadine on it. I need it and some cotton swabs.”

After she left to retrieve the supplies, I crawled up on the bed and lightly stroked my son’s penis and scrotum while I spoke calmly trying to console him a bit. As I did so, I pumped that foreskin back as far as I could, until he cried out that it hurt. Then I’d release it and eventually work it again. His cry had become a whimper. “Jack, I need you to play with his peepee here. I need you to help by pushing this skin way back like this so it’s nice and loose for what we’re going to do. Would you do that for me? Don’t worry if he yells. Just keep doing it until you can see this part.” I lifted his clean cut penis and fingered the frenulum to demonstrate what I wanted to see. “Okay?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He dove right into the job. As he worked it, he tried to calm his recently acquired friend’s nerves.

“Hey, Alexei, it’s okay. Don’t be scared. When she’s done, yours will look like all the other guys.”

While I opened the SmartKlamp kit I listened to the exchange between the boys. Alexei calmed down enough to ask, “When did your mom do yours?” It was all I could do to stifle my chuckle.

“I don’t think she did. I think the doctor did it when I was born. I don’t ever remember my wiener with skin on top.”

I gathered the kids around the computer. My desk the monitor was turned so Alexei could see it from the bed. I opened the SmartKlamp video on YouTube, and made them watch. I told them this is what we were going to do to Alexei in just a few minutes. The part where the penis of the kid on the video was stabbed in multiple locations with a syringe caused even the girls to shutter. I patted Alexei’s shin and said, “Don’t worry, Honey, no needles for you.” He was naively relieved.

I began worrying as the time was clicking away. I’d invited several guests to the “surprise party for Alexei”, and we had to be done pealing him by one. It was approaching 10:30 and we were nowhere near getting that started. He had no idea how many people would be seeing him naked as the day he was born, and, if that wouldn’t be embarrassing enough, he have the little SmartKlamp apparatus dangling off his denuded penis head. I was thrilled Igor’s mother, sister and her four kids (7 – 13) were to be attending.

The girls were a tremendous help that day. It took the two of them and both Simmons kids to hold Alexei down. He started fighting the ropes as soon as I took the measuring template to his penis. I pulled the foreskin back and started with the second hole, it was a bit tight get the glans through it, on the #3 hole that juicy tip popped right through effortlessly. I couldn’t help but wonder which would give the tightest finish. Vickie and I bantered back and forth about it. She reasoned I could probably force the larger one further down freeing the connective tissue of the foreskin on the lower glans. The tighter one might leave too much foreskin. We went with the number three.

Jack was made to play with the penis and foreskin while I readied everything else. Why Jack? Because he was really uncomfortable feeling, much less playing with, another boy’s junk. Making him do it elicited cute twinges of embarrassment. As he did earlier, he forced the skin well back behind the glans. As he exercised it, Alexei’s complaints of discomfort lessened and his member stood up.

I then had Irena pinch the loose skin on her brother’s tip and stretch it as far as she could. Using a felt tip pen I traced around the outline of the glans. This would be my target line for the cut. Katie swabbed the Betadine on the pubic area. I must say she was liberal with it. She got it everywhere including my sheets.

Alexei’s pain complaints returned when I pinched the opening on either side with forceps and locked them in place. He would later liken it to the pain of catching himself with the zipper on his pants.

As expected problem one showed up immediately. The damned plastic guard was too big to fit in the opening of the foreskin. I couldn’t stretch the skin enough to accommodate it. Vickie reminded me in one of the videos they cut the skin vertically to ease entry. But Alexei was still wiggling too much to make a safe cut. I slapped his thigh and told him what I was going to do, and if he moved I might cut the wrong thing. His response was “it hurts, it hurts, it hurts”. I slapped his thigh again and ordered him to lie still. The four kids were again draped over his legs and upper torso to hold him still. Vickie manned the forceps stretching the skin left and right. I must admit the scalpel slid through the tissue with complete ease. The blood was a bit of a problem, but not insurmountable. I told myself I’d just passed the line of no return.

Finally, the interior plastic guard could be slid and popped over the red knob of the glans. I unfurled the foreskin up and over the plastic guard while shoving the plastic tube down further and further until the line I’d drawn covered its bottom lip. So far so good.

Vickie was ready with the exterior frame. As in the video, I loosely put the outside “cage” in place and made sure the foreskin was smoothly hugging the outside tube and the line I’d drawn as a reference was just slightly above the tube’s bottom lip. I firmly twisted the exterior cage interlocking it with the tube beneath the foreskin, and snapped the scaffolding on the cage taut. Alexei bellowed with the discomfort caused by not just the stretching of the skin, but the finally tightening of the pinch as I locked it in place. He cringed and again chanted, “it hurts, it hurts, take it off, take it off”, as I forcefully drew his legs back. Vickie massaged the sides of his face in an effort to calm him.

With his penis now safely enclosed it was time to trim it up. I removed the now, hopefully sterile, scalpel from the pot of still steaming water, being careful to touch only the handle. It burned my fingers. Thankfully it fell on a neatly folded paper towel. That would have to be clean enough. Five minutes later, Alexei had calmed enough that he was looking down at the contraption now securely attached to his preadolescent member as he continued to sniff back the nasal discharge from crying. Apparently the pinched foreskin had numbed itself by pinching off the nerve endings. I broke the revelry by stating the obvious, “Well, it’s now or never.”

As I picked up the scalpel again and grasped the cage, Alexei started another round of pleading, “No, Mom, please, I don’t want you to cut it. Please, don’t.” His crying became audible again. The girls and Jack were mesmerized as I made the first horizontal cut. Not even a full droplet of blood was shed. Oddly the scream of pain I expected never occurred. I completely circumnavigated the penis and the foreskin kind of snapped free. It looked like an oversized rubber band still hugging the plastic tube beneath. Because of my initial cut to open the foreskin, the only thing holding it on was a very thin connecting membrane. A quick slice across that freed the foreskin and I removed it completely with forceps. A quick pass around the incision with a swab dipped in three in one antibiotic salve and he was clean.

I was overjoyed announcing half to my own surprise, “I did it! It as a piece of cake! I actually did it!” The female contingent cheered and applauded. Jack sat holding the SmartKlamp and peering down at Alexei’s now unwrapped pecker head. “Man, I can’t believe it was that easy. I need a glass of wine.”

It was my turn to have an inside look. I took the cage from Jack’s hands and looked down to my son’s pee slit in the middle of a wet bulbous purple glans. I stuck my pinky finger down the tube just so I could feel it. Vickie returned with our wine. Katie asked if we could take off the cage so they could all see the new Alexei. I told them it had to stay on there for five to seven days so his cut could heal. Not that it mattered I also said he would have to continue to stay naked at home and bare from the waist down if we went anywhere. I knew the naked part wasn’t part of the medical instruction, but who cares. I liked my boy to be naked, not occasionally but all the time.

We had an hour before the party was to start. I told Alexei he could be released, but if I let him up he had to leave the clamp alone. Playing with it or pulling on it might cause his penis to bleed. He just wanted to be let loose of his bindings. As I untied his left wrist, Vickie worked on the right. Irena released his ankles. As soon as we’d freed him he sat up and peered down at his now denuded glans. He almost seemed proud of it. With a half grin and bloodshot eyes he asked, “How can I pee with this thing on it?”

He was relieved when I told him to shoot it right out of the tube. Jack’s response to that suggestion will be with me as long as I live. He just said, “Oh, that’s awesome. Pee out the tube, whoa!.” I had to laugh.

One more time I cradled my boy’s ball sack and performed another glans inspection. With a feeling of pride and satisfaction I joined Vickie preparing for our twenty to thirty guests. We pinned the foreskin to a big poster board right at the entrance hallway. Vickie’s idea. The words read, “Go ahead, give it a good lick, tap, or kiss!” I was so hoping Igor’s mother and sister and her cherubs would kiss it when they first arrived and then ask, “What is that?” I would tell them it was a small piece of leather we had all kissed that they could send it to Igor in prison, a kind of good luck charm. Only problem was after they saw Alexei, they’d know where the leather was from.

When doorbell rang, I sent Alexei to a chair we dubbed his throne. He didn’t want to go. He was bare and didn’t want to expose himself to a group of people who had never seen him naked, but also because he had that clamp dangling from his ding-a-ling. His blushing about knowing he was about to be presented to many people who were intimately important in his life made him all the more cute. It certainly gave me a rush.

I’m not going to bore you with the observations of how various people interacted with my naked little cherub, but suffice to say the little girls from his grade at the school were fully attentive to their naked boy classmate. When they weren’t pawing at Jack’s stiff penis, they were exploring that “weird thing” hanging on Alexei’s tool. More than one of them told a teacher in attendance, they thought all boys should have to come to school naked.

At one thirty, the Ivanov relatives arrived. Igor’s mother was in her usual charming mood, complaining and criticizing from the moment I invited them in. She wanted to know “What in the hell did Alexei do to get a party thrown for him?” I couldn’t believe it. One of Igor’s sister Sasha’s girls saw the poster, read it, shrugged her shoulders and kissed the damn foreskin. I only wished it’d been my ex-mother-in-law instead.

Sasha was quick to ask, “What’s that?” And I responded with the whole good luck thing. She didn’t buy it and probed the foreskin with her index finger. “It looks like someone’s skin.”

The Ivanov’s entered the family room and were quick to notice the nude boys. “Why is my grandson naked?”

“Because, he stays naked all the time. I want him to. He’ll be naked until he’s fourteen or I decide otherwise. I’ll be damned if I’ll raise a man who bullies women, much less kills men and spends his life in prison. My son will respect women.”

Without any hesitancy she lifted his penis encaged in the plastic scaffolding. “What in the hell? Is his thing hurt? What is this thing?”

“It’s called a SmartKlamp. They’re used to protect a boy’s penis when he gets circumcised.”

She examined the boy down the tube and saw his glans winking back at her. She was steaming. She bitched about him being cut and ranted no good Russian boy should be cut. I told her that Alexei was not a Russian boy, he was an American and most American boys were circumcised. She started swearing in Russian. I wish I’d of had a recording of “It’s Too Late Baby” to play to further annoy her. The most humorous part was when Sasha put two and two together and realized her daughter had kissed what just hours before had been wrapped around her cousin’s dick head. I loved it. They took early leave and refused to take the “charm” to send to Igor. But, I knew he’d hear about it. That was enough to give me some satisfaction.

Seven days later, I removed the remnants of the SmartKlamp. I was a bit apprehensive as I wanted a clean cut. I snipped the plastic as per instructions and the whole thing came off easily. The brown and black ring of healing skin easily fell back behind the head. Though it bunched up a bit behind the glans, when he got his first erection it looked a whole lot cleaner than I thought. All in all I was satisfied. Alexei played with it for the first two weeks, both when he thought no one was watching and when one of his sisters or I told him he had to. We’d make him finger and rub himself to entertain friends the girls invited over or when I had someone I wanted to share such things with. Vickie would put him across her lap, much the same as I did Jack that first day, and she’d spend sometimes an hour squeezing, rubbing and pulling at it and his balls.

I don’t know. The fun seems to stop when the boys get used to being naked. They start accepting nudity and females playing with their packages as normal. When the humiliation and embarrassment end, so does a great deal of the fun. Alexei continued having to be naked at home and in other venues, where I felt I could get away with it, until he was fourteen, but I don’t regret doing that for one second.

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