Manhandled Chapter 5
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2008 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

* * * * *
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.
* * * * *

Chapter 5

"Ah, come on, Mom, let's get it pierced." Tiffany begged with a whine.

"I don't know, Tiffany, I haven't given it another thought."

"His wiener is beautiful and a ring through it would be really hot. Ahhhh, come on. It'd give you something else to play with when you are doing that massage thing."

"Tiffany, quit trying to sell it to me as something I'd like. We both know you're the one who wants this. Your brother's penis is fine without a what'd you call it?"

"A Prince Albert, Mom. Some of the boys in high school have one."

"I'm not even going to ask how you know that, young lady."

"Well, they talk about it."

"Never mind, I'll ask your father about it, but don't get your heart set on it. Now go find your brother and give him a bath. And remember to give a lot of attention to that little hole, I don't want any skid marks."

"Thanks, Mom, you're the greatest. Remember, I want to watch it when they do it. I want to see him scared and watch the pain when they do it. He'll hate it and he'll be scared and it'll make me feel great to watch it."

"Do you hate him that much?"

"No, I don't hate him. I just get a thrill watching him get punished when he's afraid or being hurt. You know how you like to watch him be embarrassed as he has to parade around nude in front of your friends and strangers? Well, I like to see him punished. It's exciting."

"Don't you dare say anything to him about it. I have to discuss it with Daddy. Understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am, mum's the word." The girl left to round up her naked little brother who was playing with Legos in the family room.

George came home from work at five forty five and mixed his usual cocktail to unwind. "Hun, there's something we need to discuss. I need to get Tiffany off my back about something, so after dinner?"

"Yeah, okay. How's Timmy's day been?"

"He's doing much better. I haven't talked to anyone from the school for three days now. Guess I should touch base. I'll call them tomorrow."

"Where are the kids?"

"Oh, Tiffany is up giving Timmy a bath."

As George headed to the living room to sip his drink and read the paper, the phone rang. After it was momentarily silenced, he was summoned. "George pickup the phone it's a Mrs. Michaelson. Something about her grandson."

"Hi, Sophie, what can I do for you?"

"Just calling to touch base. We've had a better, not perfect, first few days.

"Two days after we started this program, I had a group of my friends over to look at Scott, really. I told him to lay down and had him bring his feet up like you did at the gym the other day. He argued with me and I told him, to do it or I'd get William. He did with all those ladies glued to watching his hard-on. Then I told him to play with himself while we all watched. He rubbed himself while we watched. Then he stopped and I told him to keep going. He said no. He wasn't going to put on a show for the ladies. I called William to whip him in front of my friends. Scott rebelled and I had to call Mr. Atkins, you know Sam? The black father. He came right over, because Scott wasn't cooperating. He threw him around like he was nothing and then held him in a diapering position while William laid the leather to him. I must admit the girls, that's what I call my friends, loved the show. They cheered for William as he wnet about his task. Then Mr. Atkins told me to take a few swings. I'll bet we whipped that boy's ass for fifteen or twenty minutes. It was actually bruised when William and I were told we could stop by Mr. Atkins. Then Mr. Atkins took the belt and added another whipping from him. Scott couldn't walk without pain and he couldn't sit for days after that. The school even had to allow him to stand up for two days after the whipping. He definitely got the message. Now when I tell him to play with his penis, he does and he doesn't stop until I say he can. Finally, the boy is minding me.

"We are doing the massage. I watched William do it and decided I should do it too. So now he gets two a day, one from William and one from me. Hope my doing it is okay. "

"Sure Sophie, you can do it as often as you wish, but William must do it once a day."

"Now I have a delicate question to ask you. Please don't judge me for this, but I'd like to make his younger cousin Jordan suck his wiener. I mean, is that okay?"

"Geezzzz, Sophie, this isn't supposed to be a sexual kind of experience. I don't know. I can ask Dr. Fredericks, but I'm hesitant. Is Jordan a boy or a girl?"

"He's a boy. He's nine years old and he's a pain in the ass. I think he needs your program, but I've decided to punish him by making him suck Scott."

"I'm gonna have to say, I wouldn't do that. Not so much because of Scott, but because I'm not sure what it will do to Jordan. I'll ask the doctor though."

"Now, keep up with the plan. If you have to call..."

"Oh, no, Mr. Russell. After the round with Mr. Atkins we've had to whip him twice and he was very cooperative, though he did beg to try and talk us out of it, but William let him have it good. Both times the boy had red stripes across his backside. I watched the whole time and was really impressed."

"How's the rest of the program going for you?"

"Well at first he wasn't going to stay naked. But while you were having that training session, I came home and locked up all Scott's clothes. There wasn't anything to put on so he didn't have much choice. I also arranged for two of the little girls from his class to join us for dinner. When he saw them he put a death grip on his penis, but William forced his arms apart. I let the little girls examine him while his brother held him. The gently felt his little peter and balls for a few minutes and then we ate dinner. I kind of loved his embarrassment that evening. But the only thing we've had trouble with is his mouth but that's slowly changing. He did gripe about the short shorts he had to wear to school. But his legs are so nice looking I was really glad to do it. He cried that the other boys would make fun of him, but I said that was too bad and that they'd get used to it after awhile. There was a bit of a nip in the air so I know it was cool down below for him, but with the shorts and the long sleeved shirt he looked like a little European school boy from the sixties when he left for school. After the spankings for giving me a hard time he now sheds all his clothes at the door when he gets home. Of course, his little boy appendage gets hard immediately, but I love to watch it sway back and forth as he walks. I usually massage him during those first minutes back from school because I think he needs it and secretly I do too. I just love toying with his penis and testicles. Now, William massages him every night before bedtime and I watch to make sure there isn't a problem. At first he called William names like 'pervert', 'queer ' and 'homo' for doing it and I was afraid William would stop. But, William and I had a talk and I told him not to worry about it all those straight Daddies were doing the same with their sons and it wasn't making them gay. I guess that satisfied him, but he's only a young teenager and that kind of talk makes him uncomfortable. I do think he enjoys touching his little brother though. I don't know if it's inserting his finger in him or toying with Scott's erect penis, but he does spend an inordinate amount of time on that area."

"That's okay. That area is the area we'd prefer he'd concentrate on. Remember the more time Scott is erect the better the benefit. Sounds like we're making progress, Sophie. You be sure to call me anytime you have questions or need help and I'll see you next Saturday at the school. Remember Scott is to be naked when you bring him."

"Oh, yes Mr. Russell, he'll be there with nothing on."

Marjorie asked, "Who was that?"

"Oh it was one of the parents of the boys we're working with."

"Oh. Well, we have a request from our daughter regarding our nude son."

"Oh and what could that possibly be?"

"She wants to get her brother a 'Prince Albert'."

"A what?"

"A Prince Albert. Apparently, there's a new rage with teen and young adult males. They get their penises pierced and have studs or rings run through them."

"Holy shit. You mean they actually would do that?" George had a pained expression on his face. "Sounds awfully 'punk' to me."

"I told her I didn't think so, but she's been begging me for the last week to have it done to him. At first I told her definitely not. But the more I think about it, the more I'm less certain. I think it might be cute. She wants us to have a ring put in so she can but a leash and walk him like a puppy in front of her friends."

"I don't think so." George was pensive in his reply.

"Now, George, we want her to have a part in this. She has some responsibility and we need to seriously think about her requests. Besides, we want to humiliate Tim as much as we can and that certainly would hold some humiliation potential, now wouldn't it?" Marjorie felt somewhat manipulating, but the visions which came to mind were arousing. "It'd be kind of cute. And, if we tire of it or decide to change our minds, if the ring is removed the penis will close around it just like an ear lobe does. I think it might be worth a try. She has been very good with him during the program we should reward her by making her a part of the decision making."

"Well, I want to go on record as being against it. If you two really want to do it, go ahead."

"George, if you are against it, we'll just forget about it."

"No, go ahead. I think my problem with it is more empathetic. The thought of piercing my dick is just painful in itself. But, I guess the pain will be temporary. Tell you what, let me consult with Dr. Fredericks before you do it and if he says it'd be okay, then we'll let her take him to have it done."

"Fair enough. Call Dr. Fredericks tomorrow and ask him."

The following day George was on his way out the door to work. His nude young son was there to hug and kiss his father good bye. George reached down and gave the boy's penis a gentle loving tug. "You be good for Mom and Tiffany today, hear?"

"I'll try."

"Do more than try."

As George began the trip to work he was held up in a traffic jam that seemed to crest a hill three miles in front of him. It was bumper to bumper and the traffic was inching ahead a little bit every thirty seconds or so. Frustrated, but resigned to the situation which was a frequent occurrence, he use the time to dial Dr. Fredericks office on his cell phone. The receptionist answered and told George that Dr. Fredericks was out of town, but Nurse Carlson was available. He asked to talk to her.

"Hi, Nurse Carlson, this is George Russell," momentarily he spoke again, "no, no, I've only heard from Mrs. Michaelson and we fixed the problem with Scott, at least temporarily. Only time will tell. Actually, I can't wait to see him this Saturday." Again a pause as he listened to the nurse. "Well, the reason I'm calling is Marjorie and Tiffany have decided it would be nice to get Timmy a Prince Albert." Another pause, "No, no, it's not pipe tobacco, it's getting his penis pierced. They want to put a ring in it right behind the glans. What I'm concerned about is whether it'll damage anything." Another pause, "No, they want a ring to attach a leash to. Apparently they feel that will be really a fashion statement as they parade him around." Another longer pause, "Then it's pretty safe as long as they don't pull too hard on the ring? Well, I'll pass that along to them. And in answer to your wishes I'm sure you will get a good look at it this Saturday at the meeting." A momentary pause. "Of course, you can play with it. Amuse yourself all you want. Well, thanks I'll pass that along."

He closed the case of the cell phone momentarily and then reopened it. After dialing, "Hi Marjorie, I just talked to Nurse Carlson. Tell Tiffany she can have it pierced, if she uses someone who has a license to do it. Tell her no friends with needles. Apparently, trained facilities have people who know how to miss the urethra." He listened to the further inquiry of his wife, "No, you just tell her it's to be done professionally or it's not to be done." Another pause, "That's up to you two. I wouldn't tell him. I'd just take him somewhere where he could be strapped down so he didn't fight the process and let them do it. But, it's not my idea and I still don't know if I approve, so that's all yours, Honey. Ooopppss the traffic's starting to move, gotta go. Love you."

"Tiffany I need to talk to you. Timmy, go upstairs and get dressed for school. I left the shorts out and there's a flannel shirt, it's going to be cold today so be sure to bring your jacket down too."

"Mooommm, can't I wear long pants? It's cold outside!"

"Timmy what's the rule. Shorts only besides you don't have any long pants anymore. Your legs will survive I assure you. Short shorts only, now get with it."

The boy left for his room.

"Tiffany, Daddy says you can have his penis pierced, but only at a licensed store. No needle piercing by your friends. So, after school stop at a licensed place and get the permission papers I need to sign and I'll sign them."

"Well, what do I say to Timmy?"

"Believe me, I have no idea, but if you tell him what you're going to have done he won't come."

Timmy jumped down the final two stairs and turned right to enter the kitchen. "See, look at those cute little legs. They are so nice looking. Have you got a jacket?"

"Yeah, but its freezing out there."

"Timmy if I hear another word I'll pull those shorts off and you can go naked from the waist down. Would that help? By the way, you don't have underpants on do you?"

"No. I'm not allowed, remember?"

"Just checking."

Tiffany spoke up. She reached over and gently rubbed Timmy's ear lobe. "You know what would be cool?"

"What?"

"Getting you pierced. What do you think?"

"You mean an earring?"

"Well a ring maybe a hoop would be nice."

"Yeah, that would be cool. Can I, Mom?"

"We'll see. Tiffany, bring me some papers and I'll think about it."

"Only for you little brother, only for you," Tiffany teased Timmy.

"Wow I'm going to get an earring."

"I said, I'd think about letting you get pierced. Now, both of you get off to school before you're late."

After the kids had departed, Marjorie sat and sipped her coffee admiring how cunning her daughter was. She mumbled to herself pretending to be her daughter, "I never said an ear," and she smiled.

That afternoon, Tim came in the backdoor and Marjorie hollered from the kitchen. Strip right there young man and put your clothes in the hamper by the washer. Momentarily a completely nude little boy entered the kitchen. His legs were pink from the frigid temperatures they were exposed to during his walk home from school.

"Come over here and let me warm your boy parts for a minute." She sat in a kitchen chair and pulled her son onto her lap facing outward. Reaching around, she gently stroked the boy's penis until it sprung to life hardening like a stick. A half hour later she was still fondling her son when Tiffany and her little friend Kristin came in.

The twelve year old little girl sat and watched as Marjorie toyed with her son's erect penis. Her eyes were glued to the phallus and the mother's manipulation. "Hey, Mrs. Russell can I play with it for awhile?"

"Nnnnoooo." Timmy was heard from.

"Timothy Joseph, you will go with Kristin to the living room and she can play with anything she wants. I want to talk to your sister. Go ahead Kristin take him in there and play with it as much as you want."

With an angry shrug Timmy left his mother's lap. Pouting as the neighbor girl took him by the hand and pulled him into the living room.

Tiffany opened her notebook and pulled out two printed pages. "These are from the place that Tricia Nelson's sister works. She has health licenses and can do it. You have to sign here and have the form notarized, whatever that means. Then I can take him and watch while they do it."

"Well, notarized means someone testifies that is my real signature. It strengthens the legality of the signature. I'll do it tomorrow."

Marjorie entered the living room where Tiffany's friend Kristin had her son spread eagle on the floor as she rubbed his stiffened shaft, "Timmy, Tiffany's in-charge and you'd better be letting Kristin feel your penis. I have to run to the bank to sign some papers."

A voice hollered from the living room, "He is Mrs. Russell."

"He is letting me feel his boy parts. See his wiener is hard as a rock and if he gives me trouble, I just squeeze his little bag here real hard and he screams," Kristin clarified her announcement.

"Oh, okay Kristin, looks like you have things 'in-hand'. Glad he's minding you." With that she walked out the front door leaving Timmy to the mercy of his older sister and her friend.

When she returned home after a half hour absence, the papers were signed and sealed. "Here, Tiffany, these are all you need. I read them and made sure it can only be used for a penis piercing. I'm glad they're that specific."

"No, I told Tricia what it was for. She's going to come and watch and so is Kristin back there. I hope she doesn't let the cat out of the bag."

Tiffany nonchalantly entered the living room. Her friend was still stimulating Timmy's hardened dick. Kristin was so intrigued she'd even orally titillated the boy while his mother had been gone. "Timmy..."

"What?"

"Mom signed the papers. We can get you pierced tomorrow. Tricia's sister is going to do it at the Lord of the Rings tomorrow after school."

With that Kristin started giggling. She was certain the boy still had an earring in mind. The thought he'd soon have an ornament adorning the rod she had in hand that very moment gave her a thrill.

"What's so funny?"

"Oh nothing. Mind if I come and watch. I want to see what you pick out."

"No you can come too." Tim couldn't hide his excitement.

"No you can come." Timmy was so proud.

After school the following day, Tiffany and Tricia gathered outside the front entrance to Bayview Elementary to await Tiffany's fourth grade brother and their fifth grade cohort Kristin. The temperature was a bit chilly at 30 degrees and they were becoming impatient. "Why can't the elementary school let out at the same time as the middle school? Man, its cold out here," Tricia complained. The words had just left her lips when the sound of a bell was heard ringing loudly from inside and outside the structure. Momentarily there was a thundering herd of kids running out the door to waiting cars and buses. Mixed in the collection of jeans and sweatpants two bare, well-formed legs came into view. It could only be... Nope it was another boy. Tiffany was surprised, "Hey, hey, kid! Aren't you cold with those shorts on?"

The boy shrugged his shoulders, "A little, but my dad is making me wear these all the time. He and my mom are making me go to this thing where a kid called Timmy's dad is teaching. Shorts are okay compared to what we have to do when we come here for my dad to be trained. Oh, I gotta go there's my mom." The boy continued as the next set of well formed bare legs were visually traced to the face of her brother.

Tiffany snorted a quick chuckle as he mentioned "ear". Little did he know. "No, Tim we have to wait for Kristin. She wants to come with us to watch too, remember?"

"Oh yeah. Where is she? I can't wait. Should I go in and look for her?"

"No give her a minute she'll be out soon, I'm sure. There, there she is."

"Hi, guys. I told my mom I wanted to come watch Timmy get pierced. She said I had to be home by dinner, but she wondered if we could bring Timmy by on your way home, she said she wanted to see his ring." The girl winked at her friends. "She said raising little girls didn't give her the chance to see little boys' special piercings..." Kristin brought her hand up to cover her giggle.

Tiffany swatted her arm to keep Kristin from being so obvious and said, "Okay, let's go. We've got about a mile and half to walk."

As they strolled toward the strip mall containing the Lord of the Rings shop, Tricia asked the obvious, "Hey Tim aren't those legs a little cold?"

"Nope," the boy was definitely excited. "Well sometimes."

"How come they are almost all the way up to your ass?"

"Mom and Dad said I had to have them this short."

"Don't the other kids make fun of how short they are?" The teen asked inquisitively.

"They used too, but now they're just used to it I guess."

"I think they're great. I love those little legs. Look how tight those little calf muscles are, Tiffany."

Tiffany entered the conversation, "Geeezzzz, Tricia, I live with the kid. I've seen a lot more of his body than those tight little legs."

Kristin couldn't help but brag, "And so have I. I've even touched a whole lot more than those little legs too." Again the fifth grader giggled.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Timmy was embarrassed by the direction of the conversation and was secretly hoping the topic of discussion would change before...

"I've seen all of him and touched all of him too." Kristin bragged.

"What????"

"Yeah, his mom and dad make him stay naked all the time when he's home and his mother said I could touch his you know what as much as I want."

Tiffany added, "Yeah, she plays with his boy toy for hours and sometimes she shoves her finger in his little hole. We used to be friends and talk a lot, seems like when she's at our house she's too busy with him to even play."

"You're kidding me. You mean he's naked all the time?"

"Tell her Timmy," the elder sibling demanded.

The boy's face was as pink with embarrassment as his legs were with the cold. "Yeah!" was all he could shrug out.

"Well there'll be more to play with tonight..." Tricia kidded.

Tiffany nudged her arm and held her index finger to her lips to indicate the conversation was dangerously close to being a problem. Tricia just nodded her understanding.

The store front was a large picture window. A pink neon sign announced "Lord of the Rings". Two smaller blue signs in the window flashed "Tatoos" and "Body Piercing". The sign on the door said, "Open". As the children entered, a small bell rang. Timmy gazed around the store which was completely visible to passersby. There was a chair similar to the one in his barber's shop, and a padded table a lot like the one in Dr. Frederick's office occupied the space along the back wall. As the bell chimed a blond twenty something girl came out of a small store room.

"Hi Trish." She hugged her sister. "And, who are these kids?"

"Yeah, well my parents make me."

"Hi, I'm Glenda," she introduced herself to Kristin.

"Kristin, glad to meet you."

"Well, Tim let's get that coat off. Now, piercing hurts a little so I like to restrain my younger clients. If you move too much, it could hurt you a lot. Might even need stitching so, I'm going to strap you to this table for a couple of minutes while I do the piercing and once it's done, we'll let you down right away. Okay Tim?"

Eagerly the boy shed his coat revealing his flannel shirt.

"Oh, wow, little boys in short shorts and long sleeve shirts are so cute. Those little bare legs. Okay, up you go." The proprietor patted the table. Timmy hoisted himself up. "Tricia, please fasten the straps around his ankles." Both Tricia and Glenda fastened the belt like straps. Tricia reached for the strap designed to cross the boy's thighs. "No, Trish, not that one yet. We've got to remove something first." With Timmy strapped down, Glenda began fumbling with the boy's belt buckle.

"Hey," Timmy protested.

"Well, honey in order to get the Prince Albert, I've have to have your penis. Now, don't I?" Glenda explained.

"Why?" Timmy choked out the question as the woman unzipped his fly opening visual access to his naked phallus.

"Oh, we don't wear underwear?"

"I'm not allowed to..." he stopped abruptly as the woman yanked the shorts down past his knees exposing his penis and testicles.

"Wow, you're hung for a little boy. How old are you?"

Timmy started to cry. The uncertainty of the situation, the embarrassment of his complete exposure and the stare of the girls scared him. Not to mention the giggling and excited movement of Kristin which indicated something was up. Tricia tightened the strap over his thighs and immediately tickled his penis. "Geezzzz Tiffany you never told me how long his penis was. Ohhhh, look as this tight little ball sack." She fingered the boy's scrotum.

Fear overtook the boy as he started to cry. "What are you going to do to me?"

"He doesn't like needles. He hates to go to the doctor for fear he's getting a shot." Tiffany explained.

"Well, that's why we've got him strapped down," Glenda explained.

Noticing his exposure to the entire world who wanted to watch, and in an effort to change the focus of attention, Timmy asked, "Can we pull those curtains closed?" Suggesting the privacy curtains to either side of the bed might add some privacy.

"Oh, Timmy, those curtains are for adults who are getting pierced in places that are private. They aren't for little kids like you. Little boys shouldn't be so modest, Honey."

"What are you going to do to me?"

"Well, Baby, I'm going to pierce you, just like you wanted. I'm going to take this took right here and it has a sterile needle in it, see?" The boy nodded through his tears. "When I squeeze this trigger it shoots the needle right through your penis and then I quickly put the ring in. See here's the ring. It's sterile too."

"You said penis. Why do you have to do that to my penis? You mean my ear?"

"I want my Mom. Please get my Mom," Timmy begged for the comfort of his mother's reassurance. The woman and the girls ignored them.

"Mom wants it welded. She said the more permanent the better." Tiffany offered.

"Well, now, let me get a different ring. While I do, Tricia, make him as hard as you can."

With that the younger sister began playing with Timmy's already stiff penis. Shortly the older sister returned with a soldering iron, some gold solder and a different ring. "All I had was a one inch ring, but it should be big enough to flop down in front of his pee hole and will give plenty of room for a leash to be attached."

The girls all laughed as Timmy began begging to be released. "I changed my mind. I don't want to have an earring. Let me go." He struggled against the straps.

"Oh, Timmy, you silly, it isn't an earring. It's a penis ring." Tiffany chided.

As he wiggled the older sister took the stiff appendage in hand and quickly positioned the tool. A momentary loud click was followed by a pinching sensation in Timmy's penis. He screamed a blood curdling scream. He could feel the tool being removed and more playing with his penis as something was forced through the hole.

 "Oh that's all right. My son wants to get his ear pierced." The woman explained as her curiosity got the best of her and she walked back toward the girls. "Oh, oh. My God, what's that?"

"It's called a Prince Albert. The penis is pierced and a stud, or in this case, a hoop is installed."

"OOOoooo, I'll be that hurt." The woman emphasized. "Why would you do that?"

"Well, for most adult who get it done, it's for sexual enhancement and decoration. For this little guy, it's for decoration and his mother and sister's amusement. I think you and Mom are going to use it for a leash to lead him around with, aren't you Tiffany?"

"Yeah, we want it to latch on to."

"Well, how can you do that? He wears pants doesn't he?" The woman was really interested.

"Nope, only when he's in school. Other times he has to be naked all the time. And, we get to feel his wiener whenever we want." Kristin butted in to the conversation.

"Oh, you must be in that program we heard about. My nephew and my brother are going to a training thing at Bayview Elementary. Is he in the same program?"

"Yeah, my Dad's the instructor in that program." Tiffany proudly related.

As Glenda continued to work on his phallus, she continued to answer the woman's question, "Sometimes we get parents of twelve and thirteen year olds who have it done to their sons to limit masturbation."

"I'll bet it does." The mother continued.

"Well, Mark, whatta you think. You want one of these?" she asked her son.

"No, Mom, my ear is all I want," the boy cringed as he stood on his tiptoes to get a better view of the artist's work.

"No, Mark, I think we might do this too. You can have the ear one, but I think I like this."

"No, Mom, I think we can go home. I don't need anything pierced.'

"Call Dr. Fredrick's office. He's the one who sets it all up."

"You mean the pediatrician?"

"Yep, he's the one." The mother forced her son into a seat in waiting area in front of the store. In the background the girls could hear the pleadings of a young boy and a mother who was determined.

"I think, I'd like to stay. He's kind of cute and we'd get to see his you know." Kristin offered.

"Yeah, but its getting dark, and your mother told you to be home for supper. Maybe, Dad will allow mothers and girls to come watch at the gym when he has those classes and you could see him if he and his dad join."

"Timmy, it's going to feel a little hot down here. I'm going to solder this thing on there. It'll burn you a little, but you'll be fine."

"No, pleeaazzzzz", the boy begged. "Oooowwww, owwww, oooowwwww."

The boy and his mother returned to tableside to watch the painful ordeal.

"This should help stop some of the bleeding too. If not, it'll stop by itself in a couple of hours." Glenda counseled.

A slowly warming intensity was registering in the boy's brain as the iron was touched to the opening in the ring. "Ooooowwwwww, oooooowwwwwweeeee, ooouuuu, oooooweeeeee, it hurts, it hurts! Ooooweeeee..." The jeweler continued her soldering ignoring the boy's cries.

"Why are you doing that?" the woman asked.

"It's so he can't remove the ring. It has to be cut off." Glenda explained.

"Oh, that's a good idea."

Amid the boy's protests, Glenda continued her work intently, "These heat sinks on either side of the area I'm soldering should keep most of the heat from his penis. There will be some burning, but it will be minor." A small trail of smoke rose as she dabbed the solder to the heated opening. Timmy continued to cry out. "Almost done there, Tim. Be brave." She bent back down to her work, "There, that should do it. Let's let it cool a minute and I'll remove the heat sinks." She replaced the hot iron to it holder on the table next to the gurney.

"Wow, it's neat Timmy," Tiffany tried to reassure her brother as he just lay on his back and bawled.

"Really Timmy, it does look neat. It's real cool," Kristin added her words of comfort. Secretly, she couldn't wait to pull on the new addition to her favorite toy.

"Tiffany, while he's tied down maybe we could pierce his scrotum and put some ruby studs through the base of his sack. What'da ya think?"

"I might get in trouble with Mom."

"Well, you could just take them out and the holes would heal. It'd be cute having that little sack with two stones, maybe even emeralds, glistening below his balls."

"I guess we could. I mean if we can take them out, Mom couldn't be too mad."

"How about it Tim? Should we put some color on your little ball sack?"

Through his tears and whimpers he begged, "Nooooo, please, don't please."

"I think we will," Glenda sadistically replied. With that she picked up the piercing tool, pinched the scrotum skin and clicked.

Though not nearly as painful as the hole bored through his shaft, the pinch hurt. "oooooowwwwweee". He could feel the numb feeling of the woman's touch as she worked the stud through the skin, front to rear. Then again she pinched the skin on the opposite side of the scrotum. SNAP. Again a sharp pinching pain and again another scream.

"Okay, there we go. Man that's classy. A dick ring and two ruby studs just below each of his balls."

Glenda removed the heat sinks and began unstrapping the boy from the table. As Timmy rose from the lying position he looked at his newly decorated genitals. Through his tears even he smiled somewhat.

"See, not so bad. They look good don't they?" Glenda asked as she flipped the ring front to back over the top of the boy's glans. "See it moves. Now Mom can clip a leash on this and walk you around with it, huh?"

Timmy shook his head side to side vigorously still half smiling from the knowledge the ordeal was over. "I don't like those red things."

"We'll let Mom decide okay?" Tiffany tried to reassure her brother.

On their way home they stopped at Kristin's house. As promised Timmy was brought in so Kristin's mother could pull the boys pants down and examine the new appliances. As she fingered the new gold ring she took Timmy's side. "I don't like these studs. Too much decorating. He'd look better with just the ring."

Timmy still had the bags under his eyes and the reddened bloodshot look from the trauma. "See, Tiffany, she doesn't like it either. Let's take them out."

"NO, you leave them in. I want Mom to decide." Tiffany demanded.

"Timmy, maybe Tiffany's right. Let your mother decide," Kristin's mother placated the angry sister. As she fingered the boy's erection she continued to admire the size of the penis. "You know Kristin told me his penis was this long, but I was skeptical. He really is well endowed. Usually penis on little boys that are this long are much thinner. It is really a nice specimen. Nice cut job around the tip, but then again, the doctor had a little bit more to work with didn't he?"

Tiffany stood watching her little brother's humiliation grow and his overall mix of embarrassment and anger. It had not been his day, but she couldn't help but admire the shiny gold ring which was not an integral part of his rod. Yes, it had been a very good day.

As they entered the house Timmy began crying again. His mother, who was at the counter working on dinner turned and said, "Let me see." She pulled his shorts down and began examining the penis. "Oh, what's this?" She said as she fingered the ruby studs.

"The lady at the store said it would look good. I told her to do it and if you didn't like it, we could take them out."

"You went ahead and spent more money than I authorized? You had her torture your little brother more than we had agreed on? I'm really disappointed in you Tiffany. You were supposed to be the mature one."

"But..." Tiffany was clearly frustrated and Timmy was still upset.

"No, there's no but about it. I have half a mind to call the health department and have the jerk that lady's license. I signed for her to pierce his penis not his scrotum, not his ears, his penis. This isn't his penis."

"Mom, please calm down. I'll pay for the studs."

"You bet you will. I want your babysitting money until their paid for. You can take this up with Daddy as far as what else is needed. This was wrong."

"But..."

"I said, no buts. Now go to your room, young lady." She returned her attention to her son's genitals. "Timmy get your clothes off and we'll pull those studs out." The boy stepped out of the shorts gathered at his ankles and then unbuttoned the flannel shirt and removed it. He kicked off his shoes and remove his socks. "Take those clothes to the laundry room." He did so. Upon returning she said, "Turn around and bend over." He did as he was told. He could feel his mother roughly pry his cheeks apart to examine his anus. "Okay, you're clean. Stand up and turn around." He did so. His mother pulled the backs off the studs which were pinned to his scrotum and removed them. Placing the studs on the table she then returned to play with the ring on the boy's penis. "I like it. That stays. Tomorrow while you're in school, I'm going to the pet store and look for a leash for that."

"Why, Mom. I don't need a leash."

"Yes, Timmy you do. I think it will be fashionable when we take you places if we can lead you by your penis. It'll be cute." She continued to examine the ring twirling it around and around. "She did a nice job of closing it. You can't even see the weld. She's lucky. That just might have save me from calling the health department. We won't be going back there again."

"Please, Mom, take the ring off too."

"No, I like it honey. It's cute and it will serve a purpose. It stays. I sure don't see how you can pee with that thing in there, but I guess she knew what she was doing."

"Please it hurts. Please take it out."

"Oh, it'll stop hurting. It's probably swollen because 'Dickie' here isn't used to being stuck with a needle. Go wash up for supper."

"Mom, thanks for taking those red things out. I didn't like them. They pinched me."

"Oh, I didn't like them either. They made you look too girly."