Manhandled Chapter 3

Manhandled Chapter 3
By Sir Cum Sizemore

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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 3

It was hard to comprehend that the Russells had been participating in the behavior and learning program for six months. Timmy had grown somewhat accustomed to being displayed in front of others though he was still shy about being explored by children, especially by age mates and more so young girls. His sister, Tiffany, had used him as an activity for her friends at her fourteen birthday party just a short two weeks ago. Timmy's penis was prodded, pulled, slapped, squeezed, and even kissed. His plum sized scrotum was prodded and its contents pinched to the amusement of the adolescent girls at the party.

On the brighter side, his father had grown much more comfortable about doing the massage sessions and hardly missed a day. He told other parents of the bond it had built as far as his affection for his son. Others raised eyebrows at the tales particularly over the fact this man had no reservations about manipulating his nine year old son's genitalia. He had long since overcome his concern non-participating parents would label him perverted. After all, Timmy's improvement at home and school had been phenomenal. That final semester his son trudged daily through snow and sleet to school with his bare legs exposed to the harsh elements. When he arrived at his destination it wasn't uncommon to be asked at the sight of his deep pink legs, "aren't you cold?" More often than not the answer was, "no". On those days of bitter cold George would often say, "I'll bet that penis isn't quite as long as it usually is and that little sack of yours," taking his opened hand he quickly drew it into a fist as he sucked air in made a fist, "is tight as a rock".

Timmy was still kept nude. The plan called for that to happen until the onset of puberty and his parents, delighted at the results, were determined not to test fate by giving it up. Throughout the winter months they had allowed Timmy to wear a jacket outdoors when the temperatures fell below twenty five degrees Fahrenheit, but never was he allowed to cover anything below his waist no matter how cold it got.

He'd gotten used to the older ladies that liked to tickle his penis as a greeting. They jiggle his ball sack and quickly stimulate his penis before they gave him a little hug. Annoying as that was, he'd gotten somewhat used to it.

All teasing aside, his teacher had, over the months, stripped him and whipped the fire out of his bare ass on at least three occasions. The principal had done it twice as well. But over the past two months the occasion never arose. At home he was getting regular whippings from Tiffany. But three months ago she lost the privilege due to an obvious situation (which George and Marjorie finally observed) of entrapment. Timmy had complained of being tricked into getting whipped by a cunning adolescent sister, which was most often for the viewing pleasure of her friends. George and Marjorie had whipped the boy's backside on several occasions, but again, within the last two months it would be hard for them to identify one of those times.

Spring was coming and his next real test was being nude in the parks and at the beach where he would be surrounded by gawking strangers. That thought was put in the back of his head, though, until that first Easter gathering at McCaffery Park. His church held an annual spring picnic. Though parishioners had become somewhat accustomed to "that little boy who wears those very shorts short pants and who doesn't appear to wear underpants" attending Sunday services, they'd never been treated to an unobstructed view of the boy's genitalia. That would change this year at an early April outing. Marjorie had visited with the minister and explained Timmy's program. He was quite intrigued by the whole process and couldn't justify, in his Augustinian mind, how anyone could "play with" their child's sexual organs and not be considered perverted sinners. However, with the thought that medical professionals were overseeing the process made it somewhat more palatable to him. He did discuss the possibility of allowing the boy to attend the picnic nude with the elders. It was decided that if God made the child in His image and likeness, who were they to disallow his appearance in the all together. Two of the men secretly confessed their wives had insisted on them approving such participation, but "only for little boys, girls must maintain modesty".

On the fateful day, the family returned from church and Timmy was told as usual to shed all clothing and report to the backyard nude. Not sensing anything out of the usual, the nine year old did as he was told. As he walked out the back door he saw his mother and father loading the back of the car with folding chairs and the cooler.

"Hey, what's going on?" the perplexed child hollered.

"We're just getting ready. You know getting the stuff in the car."

"Where are we going?"

"To the church picnic in McCaffery Park."

"Oh, I thought you told me I had to get undressed."

"We did."

"But..." the boy stopped at the sudden realization of what they were telling him. "Hey, I can't go to the picnic naked."

"Why not?" His mother hollered as she ducked under the opened hatch of the car.

"People will, well people will see me naked and they..."

"Timmy people have been seeing you naked for six months. What's the difference?"

"The difference is we were at home, at Grandma and Grandpa's, or in our neighborhood. I never had to be naked away from home before."

"Well, son, it's a new day," George smiled as he delivered that line. "Hurry up now, if you have to go to the bathroom just pee over there. Where's your sister?"

"She said she'd be right out. Dad, you can't really be planning on taking me there naked."

"Nope, the planning part is done. You're going." He rubbed the boys head and pushed him toward the car.

"Dad, I'm ten now. I'm almost a teenager. I can't be naked in front of all those people."

"Son, ten is nowhere near being a teenager, and, yes, you can and will be nude in front of all those people. And you will let them explore you if they wish. Timmy, they've all caught glimpses of your penis when you have been sitting in your shorts. They've already seen it. Some of them have been to the house and have already felt it. Get over it, no more discussion. You're nude at the picnic. That's final." As the boy turned pouting with his head down and began to walk away, George shouted as an afterthought, "Beside's its good training for our trip to the beach in a week or so. You'll be kept nude for that trip too. Get used to it!"

On the ride to the park, Timmy reverted to pouting and threatening he wouldn't get out of the car. George reminded him that if he or Tim's mother told him to, he would or he'd be whipped in front of the crowd. The boy knew that was a guaranteed outcome for refusing to comply. He also knew that fact really negated his threats.

"Hey guys, look at Timmy. He's naked," the voice of one of the nine year old boys who attended Sunday school with him echoed from the play area. "Let's go check him out." Boys and girls of all ages flocked to greet the family and examine the goods between the boy's legs.

During the activity, many parents of other boys seemed to embrace the idea that the program might be helpful with their sons. Better performance in school and the thrill of seeing their boys on display and being stimulated intrigued them. Marjorie and George explained the process in detail and promised to secure additional pamphlets from Dr. Fredericks.

The following Wednesday

At the bi-monthly check up, both Dr. Fredericks and Nurse Carlson came in. After a brief exam of Timmy's boy parts by Nurse Carlson, they asked George and Marjorie to join them in Dr. Fredericks' office. Timmy was sent to wait in the waiting room. Though he'd been there several times since Nurse Carlson's mandate that all subsequent visits be with him coming and going nude, he was still uncomfortable with the stares of strangers and remarks of little ones concerning his situation. And on this occasion he didn't have his mother to fend off much of the attention. He went to a chair in the corner of the room and attempted to lock his hard-on between his thighs as he sat. An observant receptionist slid the glass window opened and announced, "Hey, Timmy, where are those knees supposed to be?" As he opened his legs wide and freed his stiff penis from its hideaway, his face reddened and his thought was, "Does everyone know this plan?"

Meanwhile in the doctor's office the discussion was centered not so much on Timmy's growth in the program, but George's. Apparently the pediatric medical group wanted to hold a workshop on the program for fathers of boys from two to twelve or thirteen years of age. To make matters more interesting they wanted George to be the instructor, or as Dr. Fredericks put it the "coach". Of course, George would have to design a curriculum around his own story, but the immediate need was for him to agree.

"After an apparent rise in interest in this program, most of which seems to have been brought about by people you've discussed the plan with and those the school have informed about Timmy's change we, the other physicians in town and I, have an idea. What we want, Mr. Russell, is to convince fathers of young boys the benefits of this program. What seems most important at this point is to desensitize them to current mindsets against manipulating their son's genitals. Mothers are fine with rubbing them there, but most men..."

"Hey, Doc, you don't have to tell me. I was one of them. But you know, from the first day, I saw a dramatic turn around in Timmy's behavior. Remember, Hun, he was so pissed and we were out of sorts that day. You wanted me to whip the fire out of his bare ass, but I went and massaged him instead?"

"How could I forget it? I could have fell out of my chair at the instantaneous attitude change in both my husband and my son. And, it's been nothing but improvement since then. I'm a proponent of all men massaging their son's equipment."

"Well, it wasn't just his equipment. I mean that was the most difficult part. But I think it was the whole process," George corrected.

"You know what I meant, George." Marjorie was put out that he would make it sound like she was thinking only about the sexual connotations.

"Yes, it is the whole process," Dr. Fredericks agreed.

"I must admit, I still get turned on by exposing him publicly. I love to show that boy's penis and such to other people. It's erotically exciting to me, even now, after all these months." Marjorie confessed.

"That's normal," Nurse Carlson reassured, "but it feels good too, doesn't it?"

"When a strange little girl wraps her little hand around Timmy's penis, I love the delight she shows and the apprehension in Timmy's eyes. You know, it seems to say, 'What's she going to do to me?'" The adults all laughed.

"Well, let's get back to the training. George, are you up to it? We, the medical association, will pay you for your efforts. We're looking at between three and five thousand dollars for each training group you do."

"How could I pass up that kind of offer? I'll get started on a proposal right away."

Rising, Dr. Fredericks extended his hand and after niceties, the adults adjourned the meeting.

As they entered the waiting room they found Timmy, legs wide, hard penis, reading or pretending to read a nature magazine while two little girls four or five years old stood within a foot or two staring at the strange appendage between his legs. As he'd move the magazine to try to shield the stares, they girls would move their heads to continue the observation. "Timmy, Honey, who are your friends?"

"They aren't my friends. And, I don't know who they are."

Apparently embarrassed that the boy's parents showed up, the girls' mother called out, "Sherry, Kathy, come over here and leave the little boy alone."

"Oh no, they're alright. He has to get used to having other people examine his penis. Is it alright to allow them to them feel him?" Marjorie offered.

"Well, I guess not, if it's okay with the boy."

"Oh no, it's not up to him. It really is up to us. Go ahead girls, would you like to feel that thing?" The older of the two nodded affirmatively. She reached out and gently took the rock hard penis into her grasp. "This is called a penis. Boys have them and girls don't. Wanna feel that little pouch under there?" Again the head nodded as she reached to feel the scrotum. Timmy sat with his head bent watching the child fondle his ball sack. "How about you, Honey, would you like to feel a boy's penis?"

The younger of the two came on like blockbusters. She grabbed the penis gingerly and pulled hard. "Oh, be careful, it doesn't come off. It's part of him," as Marjorie looked up the mother of the two girls was standing behind the manipulating youngster. "Here you want to read the instruction?"

The adult squatted down and gently took Timmy's penis in her hand, "See how hard it is? Little boys get stiff when other people play with their penises or feel their little bags. This bag is called a scrotum," she continued as she traced up and down the seam between the wrinkles. It's soft. Here you feel."

Timmy was beginning to feel like an exhibit in a pet store. At least they were being gentle, except for the introductory tug.

"Thank you for sharing, young man. And, thank you for being so understanding. Does he have to be naked like this for some reason?"

"Yes, he's on a program for boys that requires it. Dr. Fredericks just asked my husband here to teach a course on the program. I'll tell you six months of a lot of nudity and whippings and we have a new child. His grades have improved and his attitude has dramatically changed for the better."

"I have a ten year old nephew who might benefit from this program. My sister's a single mother and is beside herself with his behavior. Maybe I can tell her about this. Besides, secretly, I'd love to see him have to sit there like this and let my girls play with his penis. Humiliation is the name of the game for kids like Andrew."

"Talk to Nurse Carlson or Dr. Fredericks, they'll be able to tell you more."

The door opened and the nurse hollered "Kathy and Sherry McGivens".

"Ooopppsss that's us, I'll look into it, thanks again." The woman and the two children disappeared behind the door. Relieved Timmy stood and walked quickly toward the door to the parking lot. George just chuckled at his son's uneasiness.

On the way home George and Marjorie ignored their naked son who was staring out the window of the backseat. Marjorie listened intently to her husband's obviously motivated thinking. "I'm really giving this course thing for other fathers a lot of thought. I mean, I was skeptical and now I'm a believer, but I'm not sure how a class or an instructor would have coaxed me into it. It really boiled down to my commitment that day we were all out of sorts."

"I would think you should start slowly so you don't scare them off completely. You remember that day you came home and saw Timmy naked as the day he was born in the kitchen? You were very good about hiding it, but I could tell you were somewhat judgmental and thought it was kind of a perverted idea. Didn't you?"

"I don't know if I'd call it perverted," George was interrupted by the forgotten passenger in the backseat.

"Yeah, well I would."

"Timmy, I know you're still having problems with it, but that's just too bad". Marjorie jumped in to save her son from running his mouth into a meeting with the belt. It was also an attempt to keep the boy from saying something directly insulting to her husband. It was she who enjoyed the boy's nudity the most and there was no doubt about it. George evidently was really into massaging Timmy and certainly he enjoyed exploring the boy's body, but she enjoyed the whole package, the nudity and humiliation it caused, the feel of the child's stiff penis, the excitement of others who cast their gaze on him. She mentally revisited the session with the two little girls and their mother in the waiting room. It was much more fulfilling to watch as that mother, a complete stranger, took her son's erect penis into her hands and the gentleness she showed while slowly tracing over the boy's scrotum as she talked to the little girls. Marjorie found those moments very satisfying. But, George was less voyeuristic. He enjoyed the closeness of the massage and the cuddling on the couch most satisfying. Returning to her husband's remarks, she continued, "You know if they've accepted the whole nakedness thing, you've gotten one hoop out of the way. If I were you, I'd begin the first session briefly talking about overcoming the social taboos and then have them undress their boys. Once they've stripped them, have the boys go play and explore each other while you teach. Then bring the boys back and walk them through the massage procedure. You know, I think, if I were you, I'd begin talking about your progression toward touching Timmy's penis and testicles."

"Maybe you're right. Sharing my own feelings and the developmental progress I had to go through should come first. Then I could show a video of me massaging Timmy, especially his penis and testicles, then inserting my finger to massage his prostate, that might be a great way to break the ice."

"If you do that there needs to be those scenes where Timmy's face shows the pleasure of the moment. You know to dispel the idea that doing this to him makes him neurotic or psychotic or scared. It might also help if you make sure to highlight on the tape, the times he asks for you to concentrate on those areas a little bit more. I mean, if they see the kid has the opportunity to have his face, legs, arms or chest massaged exclusively, and he picks his genitals, that kind of dispels the idea of traumatizing him doesn't it?"

"I'll tell you what Marjorie, you can be my producer and director for this filming process. I wonder if the doctor's would fly for a professional videographer?"

"Ask them. I mean they would own the disk and could show it to parents, right in the office there. Might be a good idea to have it professionally done." Marjorie was encouraged that her husband was on the right track. "Should you cover the punishment process as well?"

"What do you mean?" George wasn't following her.

"Well, many parents have strayed from using physical punishment with their kids. It isn't PC anymore".

Again a voice was heard from the backseat, "What's 'PC'?"

"Politically correct. It means most people are thinking that whipping little boys' backsides is horrendous and shouldn't be done." George explained it to his son.

"I'm with them!"

Timmy's response drew immediate laughter from his parents.

"I'll bet you are!" George agreed as he smiled making eye contact with his naked son in the rearview mirror.

"I'll ask the doctor if he wants me to talk about that as well. You know I think I'm going to have fun with this project. Matter of fact, I'm going to start some Power Point presentations as soon as we get home. I'm going to need some pictures of naked boys playing and cuddling and stuff to illustrate the slides. I wonder where we can get some of those?" He again looked in the mirror at a not so happy little boy.

"I'm sure there are some on the net. You know, most people other than Anglo based societies, are much less guarded about their boys' nudity. I'm sure you can find some images of naked kids on the net. But you know, we have one back there you can take images of. We'll just cart him around to public places and photograph him being stared at and examined. We'll take some of Timmy holding his peter and peeing and you can use that for a break slide".

"Oh, that'd be great. Great idea! We might even break some ice that way. It would actually show how little boys shouldn't be so damned modest, and, how we, as parents, aren't a bit ashamed by his body".

"But remember, George, we have to make sure he isn't making those faces that tell the opposite story".

"He'll be good, won't you Tim?"

"No. What if I don't want to do this stupid video and have all those pictures of me?"

"I'm sorry you aren't excited to help me teach other fathers how to help their boys. But we're going to do it anyway. If I have to, I'll have Mom or Tiffany video me tearing up that little ass of yours as well. How would that be?"

"Not so good".

"Oh did I detect an immediate change in attitude? Imagine that. I really think it'd be great. You know they could zoom in on each stripe as it appeared on that cute little ass of yours and zoom out to watch my technique. Let's not forget the sharp snapping sound as the leather hits the skin and the crying, the choked up, sobbing voice begging me to stop and tears and snot pouring out of every orifice on you handsome little face. Want me to show that?"

Marjorie whispered, "Stop it George, you're making me a little, you know. I can't take much of that kind of mental imagery without getting a little excited."

George laughed at her remarks and admitted, "I kind of got 'excited' over the thought of doing that too." Then pretending to key a mike, he said, "Take a memo. The next time I have to burn Timothy's ass, I want a video burned as well. Make sure Timothy knows that's probable if the situation presents itself." Then he pretended to release the mike button on his non-existent recorder. A quick glimpse in the mirror told him the message was received. There was nothing but silence as he drove the remaining two blocks to the house.

That evening George received a phone call from a distraught Grandmother, "Hello, Mr. Russell, my name is Sophie Michaelson. I'm the custodial grandmother of two boys, Scott 12 and William who is 15. I'm having a terrible time with Scott. He talks back and threatens me when I'm correcting him. He has an 'I don't care attitude'. His brother William is a level headed kid and when he's home, he'll protect and support me when I have to straighten out Scott. I've asked William to take over whipping his brother with a heavy belt when he needs it, but Scott doesn't cooperate with him either. There's always a fight. William overpowers him, but not enough to whip him like he needs. Anyway, Dr. Coughlin, our family doctor got your name from Dr. Fredericks. I was told you were going to have a training session for fathers in dealing with difficult boys. I was wondering, would you allow a fifteen year old and his twelve year old brother to attend? Like I said, William is very mature for his age. If we can't work things out, I'm going to have to give Scott to social services for foster placement. Mr. Russell, I love the boy, but I'm scared of him."

"Oh, you poor lady. It's really difficult taking on a second round of raising a family. What happened to their parents?"

"Well, my daughter threw up her hands and said she was done with the mother thing. Since my son-in-law is serving a twenty year sentence for armed robbery, he's out of the picture. My daughter divorced him and was going to give the kids up. My husband died of heart failure three years ago. What's a grandmother to do?"

"Do you feel William is capable of fulfilling the function of disciplining the boy?"

"Oh yes, he'll whip Scott's tail royally, if he can get him bent over. He's frustrated too."

"Well, you know, if we do this, part of the program requires stripping Scott and keeping him completely nude for long periods of time. During that time, both you and William will have to massage him. His genitals will be publicly exposed and he is going to have some other kids feeling his, what once were, "privates". Both you and William will have to be willing to fondle him too during periods of nudity. The stimulation is good for him, but the humiliation will help with changing his attitude as well. Believe me, and I speak from experience, there are dramatic changes, which occur quickly in this program. Has Scott begun puberty? You know hair in his armpits, genital area, or voice changes you've detected?"

"Now, Mr. Russell, how would I know about hair in his genital region?"

"You're the custodial adult, haven't you seen him naked?"

"He's not going to let me see his penis. But I can tell you I don't think there's hair in his pits. He doesn't have any facial hair that I can tell either. Occasionally, his voice cracks a little, but who knows?"

"The reason I asked is what we're going to do is not 'tested' on boys who've started or been through puberty and twelve is not an uncommon starting point for boys to go into puberty. Tell you what, if I find he has hair, and I will be examining him, we'll just shave it off for awhile so we can humiliate him a little. How's that sound?"

"Oh, I'd love to be the one to shave it off. Revenge is sweet."

"Tell you what, women will not be attending the training session, but in your case, when you come to pick up the boys, we'll strip him again and let you have a look. If there is hair, we'll make sure you get to shave it off."

"Oh, thank you. You mean I can't come and observe the training?"

"No, we want it to be a guy thing. Perhaps after we've grown more comfortable with the relationships of fathers, step fathers, big brothers, or interested adult males, we'll let the women sit in the back and watch. You let William come with Scott. I guarantee we can fix that problem."

"Thank you so much. When is this training going to begin?"

"We're looking at having Saturday sessions so the men don't have to miss work. So our target is Saturday, the 17th from 9:00 a.m. until 4:30 p. m. We've catered lunch. Then we will aim at having two more sessions two weeks apart. Now, remember the program is going to cost participants $150. Some insurance picks it up and some doesn't."

"The money is well worth it. Like I said, I love my grandsons and no amount of money is too much. It starts in two weeks? I hope I can hang on that long."

"Well, Sophie, in the meantime, if you need help, call me. We'll see what can be done."

Over the next week, George began answering at least two calls from interested parents and stepparents every evening. Registration forms and checks were being collected daily in Dr. Fredericks' office.

"Hello, George? Mitch Fredericks."

"Oh, hi, Dr. Fredericks, what can I do for you?"

"Well, the receptionist has fifteen applications here. The program looks like a go. What can I do to help?"

"If you would kick it off for us, it would add some credibility to it. You know you could cite some research, talk about the psychology behind it, and you will need to distribute prescriptions and those legal forms so the schools and community will do their parts."

"Done. What else?"

"I guess, just stand-by on the cell phone in case we need you. There might be some physicals needed, but most of these folks are being referred by pediatricians and family doctors so I imagine the boys have been seen recently."

"Mind if Nurse Carlson or I observe for awhile off and on?"

"Geeezzzzz, no Doc, it's mostly your show, you can stay as long as you wish."

"No, George, it's your show. You get those other dads doing what you're doing and it's well worth the effort. I'm just a support at this point."

"We've got Bayview Elementary allowing us to do the program in their gym. They're going to leave the mats out so the boys have a place to lie down during massages and exploration".

"Are they aware the boys will be nude for most of the program?"

"Mrs. Archer, the assistant principal, is. Mr. Bronson, the principal, handed the project off to her. I guess she asked for it. She's a believer in what she's seen with Timmy. She or the custodian will be here to open the school for us. All she asked is that we put things back in order when we leave. She also mentioned she'd like to observe some of the training. I told her not the first day. I think she's interested in all those little penises flopping around. Marjorie said, she loved mentioning about making him strip and how his penis was stiff on those occasions she did the whipping honors in front of the angry teachers."

"Well, I guess she'll get her fill of penises in a week or so, huh?"

"Yeah, Doc, thanks and feel free to be there as long as you or Nurse Carlson can."

"See you on the 17th".