Manhandled Chapter 2
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2008 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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Chapter 2

When Tiffany returned from school her nude brother was on the back porch.

"Hi Squirt. Wow, it's not hard. That's a first. Kristin will be here in about a half hour. I told her you had to stay naked all the time and she could look at and touch whatever she liked. She's anxious to feel your package. You know make you hard. Man, she's excited."

Looking for a possible avenue of escape Timmy suggested, "I think I'll go up to my room and play some video games."

"Guess you didn't notice, but Mom took all your video games while you were at school today. She said your playing time was going to be severely limited. The doctor wants you to play outside and to limit visual stimulation. That means anything that moves rapidly like TV and video games. By the way how'd the shorts do at school today? Anyone see your winkey?"

"No. But they laughed at my legs. The said my shorts were way too short and made fun of them. They said they were 'girl' shorts", with that the boy curled his lip in distain. "When they saw the designer labels, I think they thought they were the newest thing and shut up."

"Well, get Mr. Winkey hard for Kristin. She doesn't have any brothers and is going to love playing with it."

"Quit teasing me, Tiffany."

"I'm not teasing she's coming. She wanted to go home to get her Dad's digital camera. I told her she could have all the photos she could take. She's really excited. Why don't you go out and shoot some baskets until she gets here, since there aren't any video games today?" Timmy scowled at his sister and pouted as he firmly rested his chin on his bare knee.

As her daughter entered, Marjorie stood washing and snapping green beans at the kitchen sink. It was Timmy's first day of the new plan. Already Marjorie was pleased as it did, in fact, seem her active son had slowed down a little. Even so, she attributed that observation to the novelty of the situation and took a "We'll see" attitude about it all. Secretly, she knew whether it changed him or not, she'd make sure the home data looked as though it did. She was thoroughly delighted at having a reason to humiliate him and display and caress her nine year old boy's beautiful body wherever and whenever she wished. She was so infatuated with the nakedness of his smooth, youthful body, she even gave thought to engaging a sculptor to save the sight for posterity, but her husband objected. His objection was not the idea of a nude statue of is son, but the probable cost of such a project. His counsel was 'take pictures they're much more budget friendly'. Her argument was the sculpture was something she'd be able to run her hands over even after the boy was grown. You can't caress a photo.

She watched out the kitchen window as the nude boy cautiously walked toward the garage was giving her a wonderful view of his tight little backside. The arousal of the view was halted abruptly as her daughter asked, "Mom, can we get Timmy a Prince Albert?" Tiffany asked.

"A what?"

"A Prince Albert," Tiffany repeated.

"What is a 'Prince Albert'?"

"They pierce his little dick and stick a stud through it. It'd be cuter if they had a hoop we could put in there to pull him around by. We could tether him, you know like a horse."

"Oh stop. No we're not going to pierce your little brother's penis."

"What if he wants one?"

"I don't think so."

"You let me have my ears pierced. Why not a Timmy's penis?"

"That's enough. And, I'm sure he wouldn't like the idea, anyway. He damn near passes out when he gets a shot. Imagine what would happen when they did that to him."

"Oh come on, Mom. It shouldn't be up to him. You can make him do it. Look, if we do it and don't like it, we can take out the ring and it'll heal up just like an ear lobe."

"I said, no and that's final. Go do your homework." Momentarily losing sight of her son from the kitchen window, Marjorie asked, "Where is Timmy anyway?"

"I told him to go out and shoot baskets until Kristin gets here. He's in the driveway."

"Oh, now I see him. Look at that long pecker of his bounce up and down when he shoots the baskets. Oh my, that is the cutest thing." Marjorie was beside herself at the new situation.

Tiffany responded to her mother, "He still doesn't like being out there nude. He keeps looking around to see if anyone is watching him. I wish we lived on a busier street."

"Why don't you take him for a walk down a busier street? I mean, if you want to embarrass him, take him over to Rock Hill Pike. God, he'd get seen plenty there. You could make him stand at the stop light at Rock Hill and Highway 49 during rush hour. You know stand there waving at people."

"You can't. A parent would have to sign for that and I don't think it's a good idea. Don't you dare do that to him. I mean it, Tiffany."

"Well, then, how about a tattoo on that pink tip of his? I know we could get the barbed wire thing right around his little dick where the shaft and head separate. Man wouldn't that look tough?"

"Stop trying to find ways to disfigure your brother's penis. Do you have homework?"

"A little."

"Well, why don't you go do it? Then I want you to check your brother's homework for me. I've got dinner to finish. Just call him in when you're ready and be patient with him."

"Can I spank him if it's wrong?"

"No, remember what your father told you about fairness."

"You can spank him if you find out he had some and didn't do it, though."

Wednesday of Week 2

George and Marjorie Russell sat with their son in the doctor's waiting room. The legs of his shorts were hemmed at one to two inches which left the lion's share of his thighs exposed to the other patients. As required, he sat with his legs spread which definitely gave a direct visual shot of his testicles and penis which was thankfully flaccid. "Timmy Russell" the nurse called. Both parents and Timmy rose to go back. Once again the nurse weighed and measured him. He smiled at the prospect of teasing the nurse, "I was just here last week. How much have I grown?"

Pointing to the small examining room she instructed, "Mr. and Mrs. Russell, if you'd take him in here and strip him completely naked, the doctor or Nurse Carlson will be with you shortly."

The door shut and Timmy began his argument. "Why do I have to get naked again? She saw me last time."

"Just calm down and take off your clothes son," George instructed. The boy began by taking off his shoes and socks, throwing them angrily to the floor. "Are we going to have to have a meeting of the belt? Do you need stripes on your ass to show the doctor or nurse?"

"No. I'm mad."

"I guess so, but you need to get un-mad real soon," his mother responded.

After he was totally a naked he sat back on the table. Not waiting for the inevitable instruction he spread his legs exposing a quickly rising penis. "Is she going to play with it again?"

"If she wants to," George snapped back. Timmy slipped into a pouting mood.

George didn't wait for his son to respond, "Yes, we are."

"Hi, you must be Mr. Russell. I'm Nurse Carlson," she shook George's hand. "How did the change go last week?"

"Well he doesn't take nudity well. He does seem to settle down when I stroke him, especially when I do his genitals. We did manage to have him erect most of the time during the week. My daughter's friends had a time playing with his penis and taking pictures of him all during the weekend. His cousins came over on Saturday and we made them run naked too. Lots of little penises flopping around that day. God, they're cute aren't they?" Marjorie responded.

"Any problems at school?"

"No he's in the short shorts and knows the principal or his teacher can strip him and use the belt on him so he had a pretty good week. His school work is getting done as well."

"Well, he's on a honeymoon. Don't count on it continuing," the nurse explained as she twirled his glans again.

"How about the massage?"

"His sister Tiffany and I have no problem doing it, but George here feels it's unnatural for a male to be doing that to another male."

"Oh, that's not uncommon for fathers at first. Mr. Russell, you need to massage this boy. It's critical to the attachment process we're working with. You need to stimulate his genitals as well. I hope you understand when you massage him, that you aren't molesting him. You're providing a therapeutic service. Imagine if Dr. Fredericks was uncomfortable feeling a penis, or testicles or checking prostates. He couldn't to his job. He isn't being sexual when he does those things he's just doing what needs to be done. When I have to examine a girl's vagina, I'm just doing what needs to be done. Believe me massaging your son's phallus isn't going to make you gay. We need for you to do at least half the stimulating as it is related to building attachment. It will reduce his aggression and insolence. Here, lay back Timmy," she turned and help him stretch out on the examination table, "scoot your feet together and draw them up toward your anus. Pull them up a little further." He did as instructed, "Mr. Russell, please come over here."

George approached the table. He was blushing as he knew where this situation was going. "Mr. Russell, do you remember changing him when he was a baby?"

"Yes, I sure do."

"Well, remember cleaning and rubbing cream on his penis and testicles either to treat a rash or avoid one?"

"Yes."

"This is no different. Only thing is his penis and testicles are bigger. Here put some of this lotion on your hands and pretend you are working on a three year old treating a rash. Go ahead and rub it in." Slowly George squirted some lotion on his hand. Hesitantly he reached down and dabbed the cold lotion on his son's penis shaft and scrotum."

"Very good, Sir. Now, rub it in well. Remember even when he was a baby as you rubbed his penis it hardened?"

"Yes."

"Well it's already there. Just ignore the sexual thinking and think treatment. Put some more on and play with that little glans there. That's one of my favorite areas to massage on these boys. Seems to make them harden quickly and the rubbery feel is like one of those stress balls to me."

George continued to massage his son's package. He could feel the hardness of the boy's penis and the softness of the skin of his firm scrotum. As he fingered his ball sack he could feel the testicles within moving to avoid the pressure of his fingers. Soon he was losing the flushed look from his face.

"Well now do you feel more comfortable with it?" Then to make light of the neurosis of the matter she teased, "I mean are you feeling gayer?"

"No. It's kind of nice. It's kind of intimate between us."

"Exactly!" Nurse Carlson smiled as she acknowledged his comfort. "Now, we're going to do something you have done to you once a year. Something most boys don't experience until they are adults. I'm going to teach you to massage his prostate."

"No, I'm afraid this is too much at one time. I'm still adjusting to touching his package here. Let's not press it."

"Oh nonsense. It's no more difficult than what you're doing now."

"Oh, George, Tiffany is already exploring his prostate. If she can do it, so can you."

"Here, let me squeeze some of this on your finger here," the nurse squirted a glob of KY on his index finger, "Now, spread some of that around his hole. Go on, now," she nodded toward the boy's exposed anus. George lightly dabbed his son's rose with the lubricant. "Okay let me add a little more to your finger. There you go. Now, press your finger against the entrance and push firmly. It'll soon slide right in there." George pushed against his son's sweet spot, but then quickly removed his finger.

"Grow up, George!" Marjorie taunted.

"Come on, Mr. Russell, you can do this. Just push and your finger will go in. He might grunt a little as you penetrate him, but then he'll settle down."

George again pressed against his son's opening. His finger slipped in. True to the prediction, Timmy grunted with and "oooowww". But he was in. George just grinned at the accomplishment. "Now, Sir, feel up toward Timmy's penis, there's a little lump there. Feel it?"

With a sound of delight signaling his relief, "Yeah, yeah I do. So that's what a prostate feels like!"

"Most fathers have never felt one until they do this to their sons. It's always an enlightening experience for them," the nurse counseled Marjorie. "Now rub that with your finger and work his penis and testicles with the other."

As he did so, Timmy moaned with pleasure. He was completely entranced at the pleasure his father was providing. "Sure beats a spanking, huh Tim?" the nurse kidded. The boy was not able to respond to the question as he continued to groan. Suddenly, George felt the boy's anus tighten around his finger as Timmy's hips rose off the table. The boy's toes bent downward as his breathing momentarily stopped. "Well, now George, you just gave your baby boy an orgasm". Carlson followed that statement with another jab of her wit. "I guess that means the two of you are now officially gay, huh?"

"What?" Timmy cried out.

"I'm only kidding Timmy. Did you like that?"

"No."

"Liar!" the nurse comically retorted. "George, do you think you can touch your son's boy parts now?"

"I guess so."

"You guess so, well I want you to massage his entire body head to toe at least four times a week but be sure to feel his boy parts daily. Got it?"

"I'll try. It wasn't that bad. In fact, I didn't feel sexual pangs while I did it, but I loved making my boy feel good."

"That's the idea!" Nurse Carlson made some notes in the chart.

"Okay, anyone have questions?" She looked from parent to parent. "Timmy?" Timmy was still recovering from the dry orgasm he'd just experienced and shook his head no.

"Well then keep on keeping on. Keep him exposed and keep that little pecker hard as often as you can. Why don't we set up the next appointment for two weeks from now? We'll see how the school situation is going then. Timmy, see if you can go through the next two weeks without a spanking at school or at home. Bet you can't. Mr. Russell, see if you can go through the next two weeks giving your son a dry orgasm at least five times a week. Bet you can't."

Assuming the session was over Timmy reached down for his shorts.

"Oh you don't need them. You can be naked here at the office. Just let Mom carry those out for you." The Nurse advised.

"It's okay, I'll wear them."

Carlson added a sudden firmness to her voice, "No, you won't. You will be naked whenever you come to the office from now on. It's good for you to be exposed."

Timmy could see from the nurse's eyes, she was dead serious about this and he knew arguing would net nothing as his parents would agree to whatever she wanted. Slowly, he slid off the table. This would be the first time he was nude in a public place. The nurse opened the door and the family left the treatment room. As they walked past the lab, one of the techs said, "My, oh my, little man you have a very handsome peepee there. You'll make some girl really happy someday."

Marjorie jokingly responded with, "Well he already is making some girls really happy with it." With that Timmy's face flushed, but his parents were obviously swelled with pride at the compliment. As they walked through the waiting area, all eyes young and old were glued to his free swinging, erect penis. The adults smiled as they stared and the kids' mouths dropped in obvious amazement.

As they opened the car doors, George remarked, "There now, Tim, that wasn't so bad, was it?"

"Yes, Tim, you did really WELL in school last week. I don't know if you did any GOOD, but you did WELL," Marjorie corrected.

"I can do that like we did before. I don't need to be naked all the time."

"You aren't. We let you wear clothes to school."

"My shorts are too short. I look like a dork."

"But your school work and your attitude improved. We're doing this program. No more arguing." Marjorie continued.

George jumped in, "Listen, my friend, I just went through a very big hurdle to help you. I would never do that to a boy before this. If I can adjust, so can you."

"Yeah, well I don't want you rubbing my wiener. So how's that?"

George's temper took off, "Two things real quickly. First, I don't care what you want or don't want. I'm going to have to do this and you're going to have to as well. Whether you like it or not we're doing it. I'm still not keen about playing with your little boy parts. Second, if you ever talk to me like that again you won't be able to sit for a month. Got it, Sport? I don't need any lip. I'm trying really hard to make this work for you."

Timmy crossed his arms as he sat in the back seat and pouted as he looked out the window.

"Get those legs spread, young man," his mother was pissed as well. It wasn't a pleasant ride home. Timmy spread his knees exposing his flaccid but lengthy penis. His mother turned around and for the rest of the ride home there was silence. "Timmy, go to your room while Dad and I decide what we're going to do with your behavior this afternoon."

Timmy rushed off. His parents settled in the kitchen and heard his bedroom door slam.

"George I think you need to beat him. Just tear his ass up. I really feel he's not being exactly respectful with his attitude. Maybe the beating of his life would instill a healthy fear in the boy."

"Hey, hey, he's had a rough week. He's had his privacy completely ripped from him. He's been whipped by his sister, put on display for the neighbors, his boyhood has been manhandled by several girls most of them from his school. His world is upside down right now."

"He's not going to ruin our lives as well. I still think a good hard, long whipping is what's in order here. Maybe twenty or thirty welts."

"I don't."

"What do you think he needs?"

"I think both he and I need some private time so I can fondle him again. You know, massage him and spend some time toying with his penis and testicles. It's funny, ever since that nurse made me do that to him, I've been wanting to do it again, privately. It really did make us bond in our spirits. I see why affectionate touching is so important to building a loving relationship with him. If only I had known this when he was five, maybe we wouldn't be where we are today. No, I'm going to take him into our room and stretch his naked form out and massage the daylights out of him. I want to hold him and kiss him and tell him I love him. I'm not sure he knows that." George started to tear up and his voice cracked as he continued. "I've never taken much time to be loving with him. You got to bathe him, to doctor is skinned knees, to rock him to sleep and I, I just kept right on working to provide for the family."

"Hey, hey, George," Marjorie wrapped her arms around her weeping husband, "if you didn't work to provide for us, where would we be. Besides, if you were to spend the time to cuddle him and rub his skin, you'd have been branded a pervert for sure. Who knew? Who knew that a medical team would suggest activities once deemed 'unhealthy' were so critical to boys' development?"

"Well, I'm going to love on my son. I'm not sure how long this will take, but I'm going to do it."

"Take some time with him. Who knows it might work better than beating his ass. I'm still not sure that isn't what he needs right now." Marjorie half chided her sniffling husband. "Go on, go get him."

Timmy was crying laying prone on his bed when George walked into his room. He sat on the boy's bed and stroked his back and buttocks gently as he tried to console the boy. "Timmy, I want you to come into our room for awhile. I want to talk to you. I'm going to massage you too. Come on, let's go." He helped his red eyed son up to his feet and walked him into the parental lair. "Here," George patted the bed, "lie down up here". Timmy climbed up onto the king sized bed. "Okay spread your legs apart and put your arms to your sides." Timmy complied.

Gently his father began fingering the boys facial features varying the pressure of his fingers. Slowly, he caressed the child's ears. His hands followed the boy's midline as the manual had instructed. Passing over his sternum and following a bee line to his navel. George momentarily paused at the naval and explored it, putting his finger tips gently in the indentation. Then his hands moved toward the now erect penis. Taking the stiff phallus between the palms of his hands he rotated it back and forth first slowly, then rapidly. As he did so, his preteen son closed his eyes sporting a facial expression which displayed his enjoyment of that moment. After releasing the penis, he began rolling the child's testicles within the relaxed scrotum. As he did so he contemplated the beauty of his son's body. Momentarily his hands returned to the erect penis as he twirled the glans gently between his thumb and forefinger.

Reaching back up to the boys shoulders he allowed his hands to slide out from the center in opposite directions. Timmy's eyes were still closed as his father's rough hands traced down each arm simultaneously. Arriving at the boy's wrist, George moved both oh his hands to Timmy's as he gently explored his palms and fingers with his own finger tips. First, the child's left hand and then his right.

Returning to the sternum he worked both hands out from center. Each paused to explore the boy's nipples, circling them over and over again as he gently pressed inwardly. Returning to midline he worked his way out from the center down the rest of the trunk, pressing gently but firmly inward with his palms. He worked his way slowly back to the still stiff member and began playing with it. He was intrigued that his son's penis would bounce back to a set position as he moved it and released it.

It was surprising that his own body was not reacting to the erotic touching in which he was engaged. He couldn't help but smile as he thought, "I guess that leaves me out of the pervert club. Guess that nurse was right". He reached over to the nightstand on Marjorie's side of the bed and grabbed her hand lotion. Two pumps on is middle finger and he found himself poking at the boy's back door. In went the finger, but not without a grunt from the previously relaxed boy. George was intrigued by the movement of the boy's penis as he massaged his most inner sexual organ. His finger came out with a slightly audible sound similar to the pop one makes when he removes his finger from the cheek of his mouth. This caused both boy and man to chuckle.

Having wiped off his finger on a wad of tissue, he continued the process. Slowly he traced down both legs spending a few minutes exploring his son's inner thighs. The knees were wonderfully interesting. He could feel the caps and enjoyed moving them to the squareness of being bent as he flexed the boy's legs, to the more defined form when his legs were extended. George thought, "amazingly complex, the little knees, but strangely erotic and fun to feel". Timmy's claves were firm and shapely. Placing each hand on separate legs he encompassed the circumference of each calf and rubbed them lightly up and down. Timmy groaned with the pleasure of this process. To finish up he played with each foot separately. Taking time to firmly work the instep and then manipulate each of the boy's toes. Using his index finger he rubbed between each toe as well.

The process started again. George varied the pressure and parts of his hands as he tried to pleasure the boy with a totally different stimulus.

Completing ten minutes of massage on the front of his son's body, he told him to roll over. Slowly the Timmy rolled to a prone position and his father began rubbing his head. He lay there while his Dad hands traveled down the spine to the small of his back. Returning to his shoulders once again his father's hands simultaneously went down each arm. Returning to his spine, George began moving outward and down the child's trunk. When he reached the firm buttocks, he began kneading each cheek. The feel of the tight muscles during the process again made George contemplate his child's beauty. Using the heel of his left hand, he traveled down the cleavage again eliciting a groan from his completely relax son. George spread the boy's cheeks and gently traced around the anal opening with his index finger. Then he followed each leg from the buttocks to the feet. He chuckled as he thought "the knees are more interesting from the front than the back".

Having completed two or three trips over the child's backside he stopped to gently tickle his buttocks with the tips of his fingers. Timmy wiggled and giggled as he did so, but relaxed back into position so his father could complete the activity.

"Roll over, Son." George instructed the boy. Timmy slowly readjusted his position to back on his back. George took his feet and pushed them upward with his soles together. This exposed all sexually oriented areas very plainly. He couldn't help stroking the boy's inner thighs from that position. "Okay, Timmy, where would you like me to spend some more time massaging you?"

The boy hesitated.

"Hey, Tim, I've touched every place on your body. I will be glad to massage wherever you want for a few more minutes. There's no place off limits. If you want me to do your penis and testicles just say so. If you want more attention to your legs or back, just say so."

"Do my wiener again. I like that."

"You do, do you? Seems like it was just last week you had a real problem with people seeing it, now you want me to play with it." George chided.

"It feels good when you do it. I mean it's not like when Tiffany rubs it. She pulls it and hurts my balls when she presses on them. Mom is gentle too, but she doesn't make me feel as good as you did."

"Okay, your penis it is," the words had no sooner entered the boy's ears then he felt the comforting touch on his erect penis. Again, George squirted the lotion and penetrated the boy's anus to the sound of a groan. After five minutes and two dry orgasms he wiped his finger off and began to put away the lotion.

"Dad?"

"Yes, Tim?"

"Do that twirly thing on my wiener. You know when you slide your hands back and forth and my wiener twirls between them."

"You like that do you?"

"Yeah, it feels cool. I mean hot. The faster you go the hotter my wiener gets."

Having finished the massage he grabbed more tissue raised his son's legs like he used to when the boy was two and he wiped the excess discharge from his anus. "We gotta keep you clean. Mom would have fit with skid marks." The he slid his son over to him and embraced him, kissing his forehead gently. "I guess I'm forgiven, huh?"

"Yeah. I was just a little mad. I mean other people could see me naked and I don't like that. The worst is when Kristin comes over and she and Tiffany won't leave my parts alone. Kristin likes to take pictures of me. She said she was going to put them on the internet."

"So what if she does. If people want to see you they don't need the internet. Don't worry about it. You're just a little boy and..."

"I know, little boys shouldn't be so modest."

Playfully slapping his son's backside he said, "Let's go get something to eat."

"I have to go to the bathroom. I'll meet you in the kitchen, okay Dad?"

"Sure."

Entering the kitchen he kissed his wife. "Marjorie that was fantastic. I don't think we've ever been closer. I mean he's a different kid."

"Yeah, well you're a different man, too."

"Who would have though rubbing the boy's skin would make such a difference? I mean he's mellow, calm, attentive and much happier than he was when we started. You know he even asked me to give his penis and testicles a little extra attention."

"I love it when he asks for that." Marjorie responded as if to inform him Timmy asked the same of her.

"Hey, I'll do that with him every day."

"George, if you do, he'll straighten out at home and school. I truly believe that. That nurse had it right, there's an attachment connection there. It's a love thing. Words just don't do it. It is touch! Look at you. You're as happy as if you'd been laid. Must have benefits to the massager too. Hey, I was reading about animal mothers that orally stimulate the genitals of their young. Apparently it helps the offspring pee and shit. If I see him getting constipated..."

"Let's not press your luck."

Timmy entered the kitchen. "Hi Mom, what's for supper?" the smiling, naked little boy was truly on a post massage high.

"Is this the same child who was so grumpy just two hours ago? What happened to you?" Marjorie hugged her son patting his naked bottom as she squeezed his torso.

"Dad and I had a good talk."

"You boys need to have more of those, TALKS!"