Manhandled Chapter 4
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2008 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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Chapter 4

"Welcome gentlemen and boys, to the first training session for male to male intervention for behavior and learning problems. Before we get started, I would like to have Dr. Fredericks say a few words. He and Nurse Carlson, his nurse practitioner, have been instrumental in a dramatic change in my son's behavior and learning at home and at school. So Doctor..." George opened the session.

"Hello, I'm Mitch Fredericks. Some of you are fathers, stepfathers, and grandfathers to my patients. Others are related to patients of other physicians in our community. There are sixteen families represented here. We have a variety of relationships, from the brother of a twelve year old who is accepting the disciplinary role, to grandfathers and fathers of six to eleven year olds. What a wonderful start. We welcome you to the first training session for a new technique which is research based and found over and over to be more effective in changing behavior than pills or psychotherapy. These sessions will teach you the whys and wherefores of that therapy, and as I'm sure most of you are aware, will require you sons to be exposed to more stimulation to their skin, stimulated both for soothing and with a belt for bad things." Following that remark many of the children's eyes widened. Noticing that he regressed, "Don't worry boys. You behave and do what you're told and that mean old belt won't cross your bare backsides." Many of the fathers chuckled as their younger charges turned to stare at them. "George Russell dove into the new therapy with his boy, where is Timmy anyway?"

"He's in the back, I was going to wait to bring him out, you know?"

"No, bring him out now. Timmy, Timmy, come on out here!" The physician summoned the shy ten year old. He came through the change room door naked as the day he was born. There were giggles and gasps as his long penis bounced side to side as he approached the beckoning doctor. His head was bent to avoid eye contact with the crowd of men and boys on the bleachers. "As you are all aware the boys will be spending a great deal of time nude. It's a big part of the process".

"Not me. I'm not going to take my clothes off". Twelve year old Scott jumped up and yelled adamantly at Fredericks. The other boys in attendance waited to see how the objection would be dealt with, as did the older males. A fifteen year old brother sat shocked and perplexed at his brother's reaction.

"Sit down, Son. You still have some time before that happens," the Doctor spoke into the microphone.

"Don't tell me to sit down you son-of-a-bitch. Who in the hell do you think you are?"

"Well, now, I can see why some kids are here, can't you?" he asked the participating men. "If you don't sit down, we're going to have to help you. Now sit."

"I said no. I'm leaving." The boy headed toward the exit. He was grabbed by Nurse Carlson and George. There was a momentary struggle as he tried to wrestle himself away. William came down and was begging his brother not to 'make a scene'. His attempts at calming Scott were going nowhere.

"I think if we strip him now, he'll have little desire to go outside naked. Let's get the clothes off." Nurse Carlson suggested.

"William, I need for you to order your brother to strip," George said looking the elder boy square in the eye.

"Scott, take your clothes off."

"Fuck you. I'm not taking anything off."

George was beside himself as the audience and Dr. Fredericks watched the ruckus. It was evident the more junior boys were frightened by the display of emotion from the oldest participant. "Could I get you two to come over and give us a hand, please?" George asked out of breath, as two men joined him. "What we need to do is hold this boy while his brother takes ever y stitch of clothing off him." Without prompting the men grabbed the twelve year old's arms and legs. "William, loosen his belt and pull his pants and underwear off in one swoop."

"What about his shoes? Won't his pants get hung up there?" One of the men asked.

"Yes, but once his penis is exposed, I think he'll see the futility of this behavior and will become more cooperative. He might not, but it's worth a try." George counseled.

Scott wiggled violently as his brother undid the buckle, the button on his jeans and unzipped the zipper. The men struggled to control the violent thrusting. "Go on now, William, pull them down." William struggled with his brother's pants and it took some doing to get them below the boy's penis. After moving the pants and underwear below the boy's knees, the violent shaking caused the phallus to whip itself side to side. Slowly, it began to stiffen as the attention shifted from fighting exposure to concerning himself with the audience's stares. One of the fathers, who was helping hold him, pulled the boys shoes off. "William you need to take his clothes off. He has to know you are in-charge. Get his socks off and then pull off the pants and underwear." Scott continued to kick as his brother wrestled his socks and pants off. "Okay now the shirt needs to come off." William shrugged his shoulders.

"How can I take it off? You guys have to hold him. I can't get it over his arms." William assessed the situation.

"Tear it off. Just rip it. He won't need it anyway." George answered.

Taking the bottom hem in his hands the boy gave a quick hard thrust and the shirt ripped halfway up.

"That's it. Just keep tearing," the brother did as he was told, but his little brother was still wiggling, calling out expletives and threatening the men who were holding him. Once the shirt now relegated to rags was off, George asked Nurse Carlson, "Would you dispose of all the clothing please. He won't need them again." Smiling the nurse released her hold on the boy's head and picked up the clothing. She left the auditorium carrying the items away. Scott was now pinned to the floor with a completely open view of his, what appeared to be developing but, still hairless penis. When George looked to the crowd, men and boys were standing on the bleachers. It was evident it offered a better view of the wrestling match and, now, the exposed genitals of the ruffian. "Scott, when you are settled down we'll allow you to get up. But before we do, I want you to know the behavior we just saw has caused you to have to have a meeting with your brother's belt. He's going to wear out that bare hind end of yours right here in the gym. You asked for it, you got it!"

With that the boy again started twisting his wrists in an attempt to break the hold of a determined man. "Wrestle all you want. You will be naked today and you will get your butt beat. There's no way out of it." Then George turned his attention to William, "You up to whipping him William."

"I guess so."

"Well before the day is over you are going to whip him so badly with a belt that he won't sit for a week. So get your head together and we'll get it done, right here and now. In the meantime I want you to examine his penis and testicles. See if he's got any peach fuzz down there." With that both men holding the boy chuckled audibly. William knelt by his brother's side and began moving his penis around. Then he pinched the bottom of the scrotum and lifted it.

"I don't see any hair," William reported.

George turned to the bleachers. "Any of you boys want to have a look at Scott's boy parts, while we hold him?"

With that the only boy of color, a little black boy who must have been seven or eight, raised his hand. "I do, Mister."

"Well come on over and have a look."

The child approached timidly. "Go ahead, son, you can feel it, if you want." The little brown hand reached between Scott's legs. Scott again began a half hearted attempt at wiggling to avoid the small boy's reach, but it was futile. "Squeeze it, give it a tug. Come on, pull it hard. Let Scott know behaving like this can hurt." As instructed the boy put a strangle hold on the penis and tugged it. Scott threatened to 'beat his ass, when he got out of this'. "For that, I want you to pinch one of his balls really, really, hard. Go ahead Son, pinch one. Remember, pinch it hard." Following directions he pinched Scott left testicle eliciting a scream of pain from the twelve year old. "What's your name son?"

"Emanuel, I mean Manny."

"Well Manny, good job."

"Now are you going to be cooperative or do we need to have every boy squeeze one for you? It's up to you, Scott." George threatened.

"I'll stop. Let me go."

George nodded and the men slowly loosened their grip. "Now, after lunch you are going to pay the price for being so disrespectful and uncooperative. "

"Go and sit in the bleachers and keep your legs spread wide. Your clothes are gone for the rest of the day and probably for the rest of the weekend. Get used to it."

"I said I want my clothes back."

"That's it. One more word and I'm going to whip you right now. Your brother will be doing it again this afternoon. Do I need to tenderize that backside for him first?"

Angrily the boy returned to the bleachers with a frazzled fifteen year old following.

Picking up as if nothing happened, Dr. Fredericks continued, "As I was saying, there is a new method to be learned today, by all. The most difficult for you men will be desensitizing yourselves to touching your boys' penises and testicles. By the end of this first day, I can honestly say you will not view such as abusive or sexually provocative. It'll be no different to you then holding their hands."

With that, "They're all yours George."

"Let me welcome you again. I'm George Russell the trainer for this session and as you see, this fine looking specimen is Timmy my son. When we started this, I had some real reservations about making him expose himself to the public, but now I don't think I'd keep him any other way. And, for those of you who are looking at his fine specimen of a penis and wondering. No it isn't inherited from his father. He must have the gene of some distant relative." With that laugher burst out and the men's heads shook back and forth with coy grins. Timmy didn't understand what was said but he did understand it had to do with calling attention to his well endowed appendage and it embarrassed him further. "Let's begin this session with a very easy assignment. I need for you men to take your charges and undress them. Take everything off them. Don't let the boys undress. You strip them."

There was some rumbling in the bleachers as the men positioned their sons. There was some chatter and a boy who looked to be Timmy's age audibly yelled. "No, Daddy, please I don't want to." Much to his chagrin the father continued to unbuckle the boy's belt. He pulled away and his father swatted his hip with an open hand. That appeared to be enough of a cue to keep the boy from further rebellion.

First to be completely undressed, oddly enough, was the little black boy who had felt Scott's boy parts. He looked apprehensively at the other activity to his left and right but made no effort to cover up his flaccid uncircumcised penis. His father pulled him onto his knee while the other mentors finished the assignment. On one end of the bleacher, a father was having some difficulty with his bawling son. He was trying to reason with him about being nude in front of the crowd. George coached, "Daddy? Daddy?" the man turned, "Don't ask him. Don't justify it. Just take the attitude that you told him he was to be naked and you expect it to happen. Don't talk, just reach over and strip him." The semi-embarrassed man pulled his son toward him by the waist of his pants and began to strip him. Soon there were sixteen nude boys sitting next to their adult mentors.

George continued, "There are some rules we'll need to keep. First, the boys will be nude for all sessions from now on. You will find it easier to bring them to the session nude so you don't have to mess around with clothing. Kind of like my boy there. Second, the boys are never permitted to cover their genital areas. They are to be kept visible at all times. Third, erections are normal, expected and preferred states so don't be embarrassed by the baby hard-ons. As you'll learn, they're a major goal of the whole nudity thing. So far so good?" The heads nodded in understanding.

"Now let me empathize with where you are. Some of you are thinking, 'What the hell am I doing here?' I mean is this some kind of perverted cult? Some of you are secretly thinking, 'Geezzz, I love to look at my son's naked body. He's beautiful and I'm proud of him.' Some of you are still a little stunned. But, it'll all make sense as we go. I remember when I came home one night and saw Timmy standing naked as the day he was born, with a boner about yeah long," George exaggerated even for Timmy's penis by spreading his hands to illustrated the length, "So I asked, 'What the hell's going on here?' Then my wife handed me a brochure she got at Doctor Fredericks' office and it made some sense. Let's go over the content of that brochure so you can understand why I say it makes sense."

"First of all, for those of you who haven't read the brochure, this is it." George held up a booklet with a full color picture of an eight or nine year old boy playing, outside, naked as the day he was born, sporting a full erection. "The first few pages comment on the fact that boys with these problems are often put on psychostimulants. You know like Ritalin, Adderall, Concerta and the like. It goes on to state that research supports the idea that natural environmental stimulation will provide the same results. So why use toxic drugs? Why not go natural. It states touch is the main channel for stimulating most of the boys who have these problems. So, the more exposed skin the better off we are. It also says many kids who have these behaviors may be suffering from poor or weak attachments to adults, particularly their fathers. Guess what the main method for building emotional attachments to kids is. It's touch. Skin to skin contact with significant adults. There is some talk in here about the role of testosterone, too. So, if you don't have a copy of this, please pick one up on the table over there, and read it. It has a lot of good information."

"Let's start by having you place your sons on the mats in front of the bleachers here. They need to be on their backs with their hands and arms extended to the side and their legs spread. We need clear access to all parts of their bodies." With this the men brought their nude sons out of the bleachers. There were loud smacks as the more resistant and embarrassed boys got slaps on the ass by their insistent fathers. A few of the boys were in the first stages of crying from a mixture of fear and embarrassment. Some were just looking side to side with anxiety over what was going to happen. Many of the older boys had their hands covering their boyhoods, some had boners swaying side to side as they maneuvered the bleachers and walked to a mat. Those who were covering themselves were resistant to the positioning required by the men who were instructing them.

"Now you have your nude little charges in front of you. What we want to do is desensitize both you and your boys to being touched, especially on their you know what's. I'd ask for a show of hands from you as to how many of you have touched your son's penises or testicles lately, but I'm sure there would be no hands raised. So, let's start there and make you more comfortable touching your son's rods. Now, please reach over and stroke your sons' penises lightly. If the boys give you a problem as you try to do this, a few sharp slaps on the side of their hips will usually make the point that they are now subservient to your desires." As the men reached for their boys genitalia, some were hesitant and were obviously shy about such contact. Some of the boys were resistant and the gym echoed with the sounds of skin to skin contact of a less desired type. As the more convicted men comfortably began stroking the erect penises of their charges, the more hesitant watched and soon followed the lead.

"Mr. Russell, Mr. Russell, Scott will not let me touch him," William reported.

George walked to the mat where the twelve year old was lying holding his package and protecting it from view. The boy still had a red face from the crying and anger displayed during his forced stripping. "Scott, let William feel your penis."

"No, and you can kiss my ass."

"Oh, I'm going to have something done to your ass, but it won't be a kiss. I'm going to ask you once more to put your hands to the side and let your brother rub your boy parts."

"Eat shit, you asshole."

George slid his belt from the loops of his pants. "Could a couple of you fathers give us a hand over here, please?" With that two of the men closest to the mat where he stood walked over. "We want to bend him over the bleachers please". The men lifted the struggling and uncooperative boy by his arms. He didn't resist the men as they dragged him to the bleachers. Whether he didn't know what was in store, or he felt being bent over the benches would hide his erect developing penis couldn't be determined, but he was surprisingly cooperative. "Men please hold on to him. William I need for you to stand right here beside your brother." The fifteen year old did as he was told. George handed him the belt. "I want you to whip his ass until I tell you to stop. And William, make it hurt. Bad." The boy took the belt and held it with an air of uncertainty, he doubled it and began the punishment. After a short swing the belt made contact with his brother's backside. "That was pathetic, William. Let him have it. Swing the belt way back and bring it down hard on Scott's butt. Come on you can do this. You're going to have to do this, so let's get it right."

With that one of the other men came over and said, "Here son. Hold the belt like this and snap it when it hits his butt. Like this." The man demonstrated causing a loud snap that left a pink stripe across Scott's posterior. "Now, you try." This time William was able to replicate the instructor's stripe. Scott began to squirm.

"Thank you, sir." George acknowledged the father for the demonstration. "Now, William, it seems you've got it. Whip the fire out of him."

The other children in the gym were sitting up. Many holding their penises as they and their chaperones watched the onslaught of the belting. Other than the sound of the belt hitting Scott's bare backside and his vocal acknowledgements of the pain for each contact, there was silence. Men and boys watching the punishment being administered stared with eyes wide opened.

After ten or eleven contacts, William looked to George as if to ask, "Is that enough." Scott was crying and hollering threats of retribution mixed with promises of compliance, and begging for cessation. His face which was turned to the right was red and wet. Streams of clear discharge were flowing from his nose.

"Keep going William, if we do this right now, we might not have to do it again for awhile. Don't stop."

The belt continued to redden his brother's globes as the men continued to hold the now violently struggling boy in place. Ten or eleven more were applied. George signaled William to stop. "Now, Scott, can William touch your body wherever I tell him to?"

Sobbing the boy responded, "Yes. He can touch me."

"Yes what?"

"Yes, Sir. He can touch it."

"Scott, if you don't start doing what you're told and minding William, we're going to put you over that gymnastic horse over there and let him do this where he can get a better swing. You will do what he tells you and you will let him touch you wherever he wants, whenever he wants. Is that clear?"

The sobbing boy didn't respond. George took the belt from William and laid a hard, loud, blow to the boy himself. "I said, 'Is that clear?'"

"Yes, yes, yes, Sir. It's clear!"

"Good," George nodded to the two adults who still had the boy pinned to the bleacher indicating they could release him. Letting go of his shoulders the men rose and returned to their sons. "Now, Scott go to your mat, lay down, and spread your legs." He watched as the boy slowly moved his now reddened backside to the mats. With tears still streaming and choking sobs he slowly and quietly positioned himself before his now kneeling older brother. "Let's get this program back on track." George rethreading his belt repeated, "William I want you to feel your brother's penis and testicles. Just reach over there and grab them." Hesitantly the bigger boy stroked his brother's flaccid penis. The entire audience just watched somewhat stunned and curious about the outcome of the beating. Scott was compliant.

"Okay, men, let's get back to working on our own boys." George hoisted Timmy onto a folding table in front of the group, placed him in the required position and began kneading his son's hardened penis. Many of the men watched as he demonstrated his comfort at touching Timmy's package, others were engaged in exploring their sons on their own. After ten minutes of watching as men fingered their boys' testicles and penises, George continued, "Now, feel free to explore any other areas of their bodies you might want to massage." He kept an eye toward the two brothers. It appeared the spanking had done the trick as Scott, though still sporting the red face of a victim of strong disciplinary action, was complaint to his brother's touch. A quick visual survey of his students' subjects showed sixteen stiff little masts sticking up. With Timmy's added it made seventeen.

"Okay men, roll them over and spread those little legs wide. Put their arms out to the sides." He watched as the men complied. "While you were working your boys, Nurse Carlson came by and left little individual samples of KY jelly. If you would tear the packets opened and put some of the lubricant on your fingers." It was apparent the men knew instinctively what the next exercise would entail and some were hesitant. "I know most of you are quite sure of where this is going. It is pretty apparent the boys don't know. Trust me. This is not going to hurt them. That is, if you lube them up properly. For those of you who are hesitant, remember how easy it got to touch their boy parts just ten minutes ago? You didn't think you could do that either. Smear a generous amount around their anal openings. William, do you need help with this?" William watched the other men and slowly followed their lead. Surprisingly, Scott was resigned to the action. George felt it was complete lack of awareness of the fact that the lubricant application was a precursor of something else. "Okay men, please insert your index or middle finger. Some of you with thicker fingers will have to gently but firmly coax them in." William must have been unaware too as his eyes opened wide seeing the men working their fingers into the boys' anuses. Grunts and moans filled the air. A few of the boys cried. All of the adult males were surprisingly patient and gentle with the boys as they continued to work at achieving the insertion goal. Verbal reassurances were abundant. Leaving a nude Timmy still on his back, George began walking around reassuring and instructing, "I want you to feel for their little prostates. Once you find them stroke them with your finger tip." Stopping at the brother's mat he asked, "How are you doing, William?" The older boy had his index finger buried up to the knuckle and was evidently actively exploring his brother's rectum.

"Good."

"And, Scott, you are doing a whole lot better. See how much easier it is when you cooperate?"

Scott was unable to respond vocally. He was in a trance like state and obviously enjoying the activity.

George returned to the table in front of the group. Timmy was still lying on the folding table with his boy appendage still engorged. "Men, you've just broken many taboos you've learned over the years, but now I think we can move along. Is there anyone who is still shy about exploring their son's body, any part of it?" Most of them men were kneeling at their son's side and all seemed at peace with what had been a very difficult activity to accept. Let's take a break. There is juice for the boys and coffee for you. It looks as though there are donuts, pastries, fruit and cookies on the table back there make yourselves at home. We'll resume in fifteen minutes. The bathrooms are in the locker rooms off to the right there. Quietly he instructed Timmy, "Go on, Honey, go get something to eat and drink. You need to go to the bathroom?"

Timmy nodded to indicate he didn't have to go as he slid off the table and headed to the refreshments.

A boy who appeared to be seven or eight called to George, "Mister, mister."

"Yes, what can I do for you?"

"When can we put our clothes back on?"

The boy's father walked over with a cup of coffee in hand, as George answered the boy, "Well, Buddy, I don't think you'll be wearing clothes the rest of the day. If Daddy and Mommy want to work with our program, you won't be wearing any clothes for a long time."

"You mean I have to stay naked?"

"Yep."

"What if my friends come over?"

"You'll be naked."

"What about Suzie's friends?"

"Who is Suzie?"

"That's his little sister."

"Well, now, Suzie's friends will get to see you too. They might even get to touch you."

"You mean touch my wiener?"

"Yep."

"What if I don't want them to?"

"That's not up to you. That's up to Mommy and Daddy."

"Oh, I don't think I'm going to like this."

"You'll get used to it. What's your name?"

"Paul."

"Well Paul, I promise it won't be too bad."

"How long will I have to stay like this?"

"How old are you, Paul?"

"Eight."

"Well maybe five or six years."

"Yikes."

"Yeah, I do. I remember my conflicted feelings about it. Now, I can actually touch any part of my son with the same feeling as if I'm shaking his hand. Rubbing his penis is no different for me than rubbing his feet. We've been sold on the sexual thing, but the more you do it the more you realized it isn't about sex. It's about love."

"Sticking my finger up his little butt will take some more getting used to, though."

"Oh, that'll come more and more easily the more you practice it. It is kind of gross at first, isn't it?"

"Gross isn't the word for it."

"Imagine old Fredericks over there. He's probably had that finger of his up more asses than I'd care to count."

"Yeah, it was tough with my son. I'd hate to have to do that to another man. I guess they have to desensitize to it too, huh."

"I'd imagine. They probably get over it in medical school."

"Yeah, well, I just wanted to say thanks for doing this."

"I appreciate it. Thanks for taking the time to share that with me."

Following the break, George again approached the table and placed his son in a fully exposed posture, lying on his back on the folding table. As he spoke to the now, a little more comfortable group of macho converts, he continually rubbed Timmy's erect penis and testicles gently. "There are some rules to this program. You've witnessed one, Scott provided the example earlier. There is no room for disrespect of defiance from our boys. Those transgressions are always, always, met with the belt generously applied to the bare buttocks. I know you concern yourselves with the do-gooder society that believes spanking is barbaric. Well, as barbaric as they see spanking, I see disrespect or defiance worse. We have empowered the teachers and the principal to ensure our son's bare backside feels the belt, not a paddle, but the belt or strap for such transgressions at school. They know we expect him to be stripped naked and liberally striped with a belt or strap, if he violates either of those two 'virtues'. And, I believe it's happened more than once, hasn't it Tim?"

Somewhat embarrassed the boys snapped out of the pleasure induced trance to quietly answer "yes" into the microphone placed at his mouth. And, tell them Tim what happened when you got home after school. Again the mike was placed close to the boy's mouth as he lay there, "You or Mom used the belt on me again".

A hand was raised, "How do we convince the people like the school, you know the people who care for our boys, they can do that if they feel it is deserved? I mean, the schools have stopped spanking."

"Dr. Fredericks provided us with a medical prescription which called for it. We supplied our school with a legal document that protected them from retribution from us. We will provide those forms for you on the last day of our seminar. You take that to school, sign it before a notary, give the original to the school and they're protected from you. Most of the teachers and principals are eager to get back to old-fashioned discipline. Giving them the authority to strip and whip your sons is actually lauded by the people who have to deal with these kids for more of their waking time than you or I do. As far as babysitters, the boys will be nude from the get go, so there's no undressing to do, we just pointed our sitters to the strap and said use it as much as you feel he needs it. And they did! Yes, sir, you have a question?"

"Yeah, our son here is nine and his sitter is like thirteen. She's kind of a responsible teeny bopper. Are you saying she should whip him when he is disrespectful or defiant?"

"Well, sir, our daughter is only four years Timmy's senior and she was given whipping privileges. She lost them when she appeared to be setting him up for spankings, but she's got them back now. Yes, I'd say if you trust that kid to be responsible for your son, you should trust her to whip him if he needs it. By the way, the sitters must be involved in massaging them as well. So, your sitter should be rubbing his body and that includes playing with his little boy parts as well."

The father just nodded his understanding. "Any other questions?" Another hand rose and was acknowledged.

"I'm Joey's stepdad. We live in with my two younger sons. I guess, I'm not sure of the role for them with all of this."

"If it was my house all the little boys would be involved. I think I'd make them all parade around nude all the time and I'd make sure each got his massage every day," George advised as Dr. Fredericks and Nurse Carlson nodded their agreement. Nurse Carlson then broke into the discussion.

"All little boys need their skin stimulated and the certainly don't need to develop false modesty. I'd have to agree with George. They should be on a preventative program the same as Joey there. Nudity, massages, and regular whippings with the belt—all that should be the policy rather than the exception for your little boys."

The man tried to clarify, "Yeah, I've already decided that, but I was wondering about them playing with each others parts?" It was evident he was uncomfortable bringing up the subject and wasn't entirely comfortable with finding words to express his concern.

Nurse Carlson kept the floor, "Oh, they can feel each other, in fact, no harm in encouraging them to do so. It isn't going to have any long term detrimental effect. It won't pervert them. Just think about it as a close relative to the grab ass you guys apparently practice in the locker rooms. You know snapping each others' asses with towels. Quick punches to the balls. You know." This elicited boisterous laughter from the other men present.

Dr. Fredericks couldn't resist teasing, "Well Carlson, how in the hell would you know about grab ass in men's locker rooms?"

"Women and girls have their own form of grab ass, that's how. Besides, I have brothers."

George resumed the training, "Now this next rule is critical as well. When they go to school or anywhere they can't be naked, they must wear short, short pants. When I say short I mean anything with an inseam over two inches is too long. We prefer to put Timmy in shorts with baggy legs and no underwear. Having to expose his genitals in other environments gives him some humility that he badly needs. As I speak Nurse Carlson is handing out places where you can purchase shorts of the proper length. It also has tailors and seamstresses who can shorten shorts and long pants they already have. In summary, your sons shouldn't have ANY pants AT ALL with inseams longer than two inches."

"Next, the boys need to be completely nude at all times when they are in environments where it is accepted. My wife and I enjoy watching Tim be gawked at. We also find it invigorating to have him in places where he is totally embarrassed. What we have found is the state and local parks have no rules regarding nude juveniles. Timmy went to the public beaches with us all summer and was not permitted any covering at all. We camped with him at public campgrounds and he was totally exposed. So, they should be kept completely nude whenever there aren't laws or rules against it."

"When they are nude, they are community property so to speak. What I mean to say is anyone who wants to 'cop a feel' is encouraged to do so." George nodded toward his son who was now sitting on the edge of the table with his legs dangling. "Anyone who wants to photograph him is free to do so. He gets embarrassed especially when his sister's friends are pawing at his penis and testicles, but he has to be cooperative and allow them to do it. And, they know it. Don't they Tim?"

In an angry tone the boy offered another, "Yes."

"So far how we doin'? Any questions?" George continued to unconsciously twist and turn Timmy's dick head as he spoke. "Yes, sir, you in the blue shirt."

"How long do we keep them in this program?"

Dr. Fredericks took the question, "What we know about the boys' problems is it is a developmentally based situation. We look for them to be in the program until they've entered puberty."

George went on a selected another parent, "When we whip them, should we do it privately or can we do it in public?"

"That, Sir, depends on your belief system. I like to think the boy picks the forum. Now, at school they won't whip them in front of the class. If they did, they might have less behavior problem in general, but they won't. I will use the belt on Timmy wherever he violates one of the two deadlies. If he gets it at school I generally will whip him in my bedroom when I get home, but if he refuses to allow someone to explore his body, I'll whip him right in front of the audience. It varies. But, basically where you whip your son is up to you and your wife. The important part is you whip them every time they show disrespect or disobedience. Yes, you Sir." He pointed at another questioner.

"Do you empower the principal or the teachers to spank? In other words is there a select group?"

"Again that's up to you and your wife. We allow anyone with authority to whip him. The babysitters, parents of his friends, relatives, teachers, principals, hell even the custodian at school can, if he offends them. I believe the one who is offended is the one who has to prove their place in the pecking order, and, if you're in-charge of him, you are above him in that pecking order. Any other questions?"

Seeing no hands, George closed the first session, "I guess we've done a lot today. Just overcoming the subliminal prohibitions about touching your boys' genitals and anuses was a huge step." He was interrupted by a raised hand.

"I want to thank you for helping with that. When I rubbed my boy's erect penis at first I was somewhat concerned, but as I continued I felt a closeness with him I've never felt before. Thank you for that."

That was followed by applause from the other adult males in attendance.

"I mean if my wife did it, we'd just figure he needed that attention. But, you know in our society that is just not promoted. In fact, until today I assumed it was harmful and prohibited."

"Well, thank you. All I can say is it gets better as you go. Your boys will become more comfortable with it as well. Let me go ahead and give you your homework for next session. First, all little boys will leave the session nude. While we were talking, some of the wives joined Nurse Carlson in bagging up their clothing. Take them home and keep them naked at all times. Whip their backsides if they cover their boy parts at any time. Make them sit with their legs spread at all times. Send all pants, both long and short to the seamstress and have the inseams shortened. If you want, throw out the underwear. I would encourage you to take the boys to places where they can be exposed to the general public. You'll find displaying them like this will be arousing to you and your wife. And, it should also be visibly arousing to your boys. Next, select a strap to be used for discipline a good sturdy, long, leather belt. Hang that sucker on a hook in the kitchen so all can see it. Empower your wives, sitters, and others to use it whenever they feel it should be used. Take the forms we'll hand you as you leave to school and you and your wives have them signed in front of a notary. Make sure the school knows they are to be stripped completely naked prior to whippings. Also let them know they can choose the forum for punishment as well. Some private schools might like to handle this publicly, but public schools will not. They will want to spank in the privacy of the principal's office or some other private place. Just work with them. Now, all that said, above all you men need to spend as much time rubbing and playing with your naked boys as you can. Keep those little peckers hard. Don't be afraid to stimulate their little prostates either. Be sure your wives, relatives, and sitters know they should massage and fondle them as well. We'll see you in two weeks. Oh, and you should bring them nude from now on."

William's hand raised.

"Yes, William?"

"How am I gonna do all this. I mean Scott's going to be a problem when he's not here. How are Grandma and I going to do this?"

George polled the group, "Is there anyone in here who lives close to Red Oak Lane?"

The only black father and one of the men who originally held Scott down raised their hands. Acknowledging them, the black father began, "I live about three blocks from Red Oak. I'm on Maple." The other father said, "I live about four houses down from Sam," as he nodded toward the black man.

"Would you two mind making yourselves available to William and his grandmother as needed? I hate to ask, but they do need some enforcers."

"Son, you tell your Grandma that, if I'm home, I will be there within five minutes, if I'm needed." Then looking Scott in the eye he continued, "And, if I have to come, I will be collecting seconds with that belt. Don't try me, Son."

The man's white counterpart added, "And, if he isn't home, I will be more than happy to oblige and I too will extract some flesh for having to be inconvenienced."

Scott teared as it was evident he fully understood the repercussions of not submitting to his older brother and his mother. There was absolutely no question about the adult commitment to making him change.

"And, William, I can't be there in five minutes, but if they aren't home call me. I will be there. It just might take a half hour. One way or another, Scott will be severely warmed up. So pass on the support to your grandmother, oh, I'm sorry there she is. Hello, Mrs. Michaelson, we were just..."

"I heard. I just want to thank you for everything."

"No problem. Any of you whose boys are covering, they need to be spanked. Just because a woman entered the room doesn't give them a reason to cover. So if they had their hands shielding their penises, take off your belts and get to work."

With that, seven of the fathers pushed their boys over toward the bleachers. As luck would have it, Scott was one of them. There was no resistance from him as his brother pulled him to his feet. He was pushed by William over to the bleachers as his grandmother watched with pride. They were bent over a seat and one by one the older males started swinging. William was under very close scrutiny by his grandmother as he harshly whipped his brother with his belt. Howls of boys being whipped filled the gym.

After the warming session all of the boys were paraded with their hands on their heads, penises flopping past Mrs. Michaelson. George then said, "Mrs. Michaelson, there is some peach fuzz, but as you can see no hair. You and William may shave the fuzz off tonight."

Scott again began to shelter his penis as those words hit his ears. Just before covering the precariousness of such an action must have been realized and he withdrew his hands. "If you do decide to shave him and he presents a problem just give one of the volunteers a call. They'll leave their names and numbers with you. Or, if you wish we can handle the shaving prior to your leaving this afternoon. It's up to you."

"Let's shave him here."

"Good enough. Timmy, go out to the car and get that bag I brought from the drug store." The naked boy jumped to his feet and left the building through a door that opened to a parking lot facing one of the busiest streets in town. The other boys were embarrassed for him. When he returned he handed his father the bag.

"William, order Scott to the mat," George instructed the young teen. "Make sure he draws his legs up along the mat so his penis and testicles are well displayed."

"Scott, get on the mat and get in that position we used for the massage," William ordered.

It was evident the grandmother couldn't take her eyes off her younger grandsons erect penis and testicles and it was equally apparent the boy was quite embarrassed being so exposed to his grandmother. "I like it," Sophie Michaelson mumbled.

"Excuse me?" George asked.

"I said, 'I like it'. I love looking as his exposed penis. So he has to stay like this all the time?"

"Well, Sophie, he has to stay like this whenever you or William tell him to. We'd recommend all the time whenever you can."

"And I can feel it whenever I want?"

"You're his grandmother, of course you can. You can also empower others to feel whatever whenever."

"You mean like my coffee group?"

"If the ladies in your coffee group are so inclined sure they can feel him and play with his penis and testicles, that's entirely up to you. Remember the longer he's erect, the better the results."

"And I can whip him?"

"Whenever you feel it's appropriate for what he's done."

"With a belt?"

"Only with a belt or strap, it has to be memorable, if you know what I mean." George glanced down at the mat . Noting Scott was in position, he handed Sophie the shaving cream and razor. As a message of warning he undid his belt buckle and slid the belt from the loops in his pants so Scott could see it. He stood with the belt at his side and said, "Scott hands behind your head and keep them there." The boy hesitatingly complied. "Sophie, clean him up."

Mrs. Michaelson knelt at the side of her twelve year old grandson. Rubbing his pubis in a gently caressing way, she eventually began stroking the boy's erect penis. "Oh this is sweet. Honey, there's a little fuzz above your penis and I'm going to clean it up. I want you to be Grandma's little boy for a little while longer and if those hairs get any longer or darker, you wouldn't look like a little boy anymore." After one final feel of the area surround the penis and testicles, the middle age woman squirted shaving gel from the aerosol can into her hand.

Watching her movements the gravity of the situation settled in with Scott. It was as if the appearance of his genital area while disrobed in the middle school locker room suddenly became important. "Please, Grandma. I'll be good. I'll be your little Grandson even if there's hair there. You can feel me whenever you want. Please don't shave it."

"Tell you what, I'll think about it while I tend to your arm pits," she dabbed the gel onto his left arm pit working it to a lather, "this is just to be sure there isn't anything there. Even though I can't see or feel anything it won't hurt to shave them." After completing both arm pits she said the now crying boy, "Scott, I think I'm going to shave you down there. If you behave for me and do what I tell you, I'll think about whether I have to do it every night. So, if your behavior improves and you let William, and our friends and I, play with you and rub you and mind us, I won't shave you that day. But, Scott, any day you earn a whipping at home or at school, I will shave it. If you want hair there, Honey, I'd suggest you get your act together." Then she applied the gel to his pubis and testicle areas. The boy sobbed loudly as the grandmother dragged the razor over his skin cleaning any sign of pubic hair. "Now if I have to do this to often, we may revert to waxing your scrotum. I'd be afraid to shave there, but we can wax them and rip that hair out by the roots, what do you think Scott."

Still sobbing the boy was reduced to a much earlier form of behavior, "No Grandma, I'll behave, I promise."

"Mr. Russell, thank you so much. It appears I have my little boy back. And, all I can say is this next few weeks are going to be fun. Actually, I can't wait to show him to others. We'll see you at the next meeting. Come on boys, oh and Scott, just leave that bag of clothes here. You aren't going to need them. We're going to stop at your principal's house on the way home so she can see what I expect up front and personal."

With that, the two boys and their grandmother left the auditorium. The little smart ass tough guy reduced to a naked little boy as he should be.