Manhandled Chapter 6
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2008 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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Chapter 6

"Dad, I can't go in there!" Ten year old Jesus Rodriguez said to his father with a heavy Hispanic accent.

"Why?"

"Cause there's girls and women in there. I'm naked. I mean they'll see me and..." the boy explained.

"Your mother and sister have seen you naked for some time now. So why the problem all of a sudden?"

"Those aren't my mother or my sister. They're gringos. I don't want them seeing me."

George had decided to open the sessions to the female family and friends. They were seated on the bleachers opposite the men and their little boy charges. They were told they could attend any or all sessions if they wished, but were limited in participation. Part of the reasoning was to humiliate the boys in front of a female audience.

"That's too bad Mihijo you have to go in there. Those women have seen naked boys before. They are the other boys' mothers and sisters." Then with a gentle push through the door the boy stood facing the prying eyes of twenty or so female members of the other boys' families. "Go sit down, Mihijo." The brown skinned boy walked toward the bleachers where the other nude boys were sitting. His father slapped his forearm to prevent him from covering up.

As he made his way across the floor to the bleachers on the opposite side of the gym, he heard a young female voice say, "Look, its Jesus from my class at school." The embarrassment kept him from turning back to see who it might be. Regardless, the boy knew it was one of his classmates and a girl at that. He, like many of the other boys, was painfully aware the description of his not so private parts would be the talk of the girl circles on the playground on Monday. But what could he do, he was there, she was there and he was completely naked. "Hey, Jesus, it's me, Candy, over here!!!" Embarrassed he kept walking completely ignoring the girl who was seeking his attention.

"Jesus, you should say hello to your friend," the senior Rodriguez instructed his son. The boy ignored his father's instruction, "Mihijo, I'm talking to you. Turn around and say hello." He grabbed his son's shoulder and turned him. A tear rolled down the boy's cheek. His uncircumcised penis was standing at attention and he flippantly waved to the girl on the bleachers half way across the gym.

Then he heard the girl very audibly mention to her mother, "Mom what's wrong with his peepee, it isn't like Gary's!" The red faced mother pulled her daughter to the seat and began the explanation of circumcision.

George entered walking Timmy with his penis connected to the leash Marjorie had purchased at the pet store. There were snickers and laughter at the sight. The boys on the male side were somewhat hushed, but the fathers chuckled.

"This, my friends, is the ultimate message of female dominance. His mother and sister felt he needed ornamentation with a useful purpose. As you can see, he's walkable just like a pet." Unclipping the leash he slapped Timmy's bottom and sent him to the bleachers. "It's really a good way to control masturbation for those of you who have sons about to enter puberty. Anyway feel free to examine the handiwork during break. So, how was your two weeks? Let's just go around the room and give us a general idea of how things worked for you. Sam, why don't you start?"

The only black member of the group stood up. "Well, it went fairly well. I found myself really getting comfortable in massaging him every night and watching his little pecker stand up and salute. He started to become more comfortable with it too. In fact, when I'd finished the formal massage, I'd ask if he wanted me to spend more time on any specific place. By Wednesday, he was asking me to rub his pecker and his balls again. I guess I grew too, because I didn't even flinch in doing it. We sent him to his grandmother's naked. She like bathing him and was particularly intrigued with soaping up his genitals. She and my father in law photographed him in almost every conceivable pose out in the backyard. He was definitely more embarrassed than he is now."

"What about his behavior?" George continued.

"I had to whip the fire out of his ass twice and I think his mother did twice also." He deferred to a lone black woman in the bleachers across the way. She held up three fingers. "I guess she whipped him three times. He's much less aggressive toward his little sisters too. I think the idea of bonding with him is working."

"Thank you, Sam. How about you Fred?"

With that a man who appeared to be in his early thirties at the oldest stood. "Adam and I have never been closer. He's our only child, but the kids next door spent a lot of time at the house. They appear to be little sex fiends. They like to play with his boy parts while they visited. But I think his mother was his biggest fan she couldn't get enough of fondling his penis and testicles. It was like she was rubbing his feet or his back. She just spread him and played with him while she and he watched TV."

"What about you?" George pumped for more discussion.

"I rubbed him once or twice a day when I was home. A few times I bathed him and I think he liked it. Didn't you, Adam?" The eight year old nodded his agreement. "So, I guess things are going well. I'll tell you what I don't think I've ever felt closer to him. This massage stuff is really great once you get past the awkward feeling you have at first about doing something you're afraid might be misinterpreted. His mom was fine with it from the get go. I think she loved doing it. But I was afraid we'd both turn queer."

"How about his behavior?" George asked.

"Well, he smarted off to his mother the first day after our first session, you know, that Sunday. He was already nude so there wasn't any need to pull his pants down. I just pulled my belt off and whipped the fire out of his ass. I mean he was screaming and twisting. I was afraid I was going to hit his balls if he didn't stop squirming. Then his Mom held him down while I finished the job. His little ass was black and blue for a few days, but he didn't have another problem the rest of the two weeks. Guess I made him a believer."

"How about you William? How did things go with Scott?"

The fifteen year old stood up next to his nude twelve year old brother. "Well Mr. Russell, Mr. Sam there had to come over and force Scott to let me whip him. He came and I whipped him and then he whipped him and I think Scott got the message. Grandma and I whipped him about five times over the last couple of weeks. Last time was just three days ago. Grandma shaved his balls yesterday and he just lay there letting her do it. Oh, and he lets her shove her finger up his ass too. That was one of the reasons we had to wear him out with the belt. He argued with her. I told her she needed to whip him too. He needed to respect her. She did too. Man, I didn't know she had it in her." He looked across the gym to his smiling grandmother.

"Sounds like we're making some progress. What do you think Scott?" George asked the younger sibling. Scott just shook his head affirmatively very quickly. It was evident he was embarrassed. He was sporting a very tight hard-on. His legs spread wide. Compliance was definitely much better than the first meeting.

"How about you Ricardo? How is Jesus doing with the program?"

"Oh, his mother is so proud. She loves showing off his body to other ladies who visit the house. He still doesn't like females seeing his Pene. He's changing about that. Most of the women like to play with it, you know pull on it and tickle his balls with their finger nails. But, I had to beat him with my belt a lot. He is stubborn and he thinks he's still the boss. When I touch him, you know like you said in the bath and all over his body, he is much better. He is much gentler. I made him let his sister and her friends play with his Pene and he really didn't like that. His grandmother is all excited about him being naked she loves to measure his Pene and see if it grows." The man smiled broadly as he playfully clipped the boy's head. Jesus grinned at that too. "Hey, Mihijo, show the women your Pene. Get those legs apart." The boy complied slowly, but almost immediately the smile left his face.

"Are there any questions you have?"

"Yeah, his mother wants to know if its okay to, you know, stimulate him with a mouth. Would it be wrong to suck on him a little bit?"

"Well, Ricardo, that is up to you and your wife. Whatever brought up that question?"

"One of his sister's friends wanted to taste his Pene and we said not to. We weren't sure if that was okay to do."

"That's up to you. I wish Dr. Fredericks of Nurse Carlson were here. That'd be a good question to ask them. I'll tell you what, I'll call him on break and find out for sure."

Ricardo continued, "Thank you. I think he will be spoiled if they put it in their mouth. Hey Mihijo?" The boy blushed.

"My wife asked me to ask you the same question. You know about oral stimulation of our boy." Another father rose. His son a good looking redheaded child who appeared to be seven or eight sat silently with his legs spread and his penis flaccid. The boy's ball sack was fully relaxed and two prominent lumps were clearly visible inviting someone to feel them. "She says it'll make him feel good and make her feel closer to him."

"I'll ask Dr. Fredericks, but I think he'll say to go for it."

At break time, the naked boys were examined by visiting mothers and sisters as they tried to drink their lemonade and eat their cookies. Seems the women like to compare their son's genitalia with those of the other boys in the program and this required physical examinations of the available boy meat. The sisters were more than happy to antagonize the boys by pulling on their prized appendages making the entire situation a hard-on fest of cookie munching young males. There was much attention given by the younger girls and some of the boy siblings to Jesus, Manny and another participant seven year old Phillip. These were the only boys who weren't sporting circumcised members and the mechanics of moving the foreskin back and forth drew a great deal of attention.

By far, the largest group of children and adults were gathered around Timmy. They were intrigued by his penis ring and most wanted to flip it up and down. The women were already planning for the same adornment for their young sons. "Where'd you get that done?"

Timmy red faced at the attention mumbled, "Lord of the Rings" on Fourth Street.

A young naked boy pulled on the ring and asked, "Did it hurt?"

"Yeah, the needled went all the way through. That hurt bad."

"Does it hurt now?" the boy continued to finger the gold ring.

"No, just when they did it."

A little girl who must have been five or six asked, "Does it come out?"

"No the lady welded it on. Mom says it'll have to be cut when she decides it should come off."

"Why did your mother want you to get one?" the little girl was beating the issue to death.

Eventually, the youngsters were ushered to the refreshments and the mothers took turns examining the ring and the penis it ran through. Many long finger nails were used to tickle his tight ball sack as well. But, most were intrigued with the long erect penis. "He's got one of the longest schlongs I think I've ever seen on a little boy."

"Yeah and it isn't long and skinny. It's pretty well proportioned. Somewhere between a primary pencil and an all beef frank, huh?" That remark brought laughter from the assembled matriarchs but caused Timmy to blush.

George had managed to contact Nurse Carlson after getting Dr. Fredericks answer machine. "Hi, Mrs. Carlson, this is George Russell. We have several members who are wondering about the pros and cons of orally stimulating their boys. I don't exactly know what to tell them."

"Okay. If they are the boys' parents or people who have primary custodial care, I'd think it wouldn't hurt. The reason I say this is there is a natural instinct to lick the genitals of the young. Usually this is driven by a need to stimulate urination and defecation but I would imagine it couldn't be done without some amount of attachment building. Though, I wouldn't recommend long term oral stimulation a few minutes each day might not be so bad. Tell them it's okay for parents and parent surrogates, like babysitters or older siblings. With luck you might encourage some men to stimulate their sons and not just leave it to female adult figures. I certainly wouldn't suggest we require such activity though. Hope that helps."

"Yes, it does. I'll explain it pretty much in the same words and leave it up to the parents and caregivers to determine. Thank you."

Following the first break with the nude boys and their female relatives, every child had an erect penis as they returned to the bleachers and sat next to their fathers. Some of the men were stroking the erections of their sons as the session resumed.

"I talked with Nurse Carlson about orally stimulating the boys. She said she'd limit it to a few minutes and would suggest it be done just by the primary caretakers or family members of the boys in the program. She said the inclination to want to do that, particularly for the females, is related to a long abandoned instinct for encouraging young to eliminate regularly. So, I guess if you get a mouthful of urine by doing that, you got what you asked for. All kidding aside, feel free to orally stimulate the boys as much as you feel is productive." There were several mothers who applauded the announcement. "She also encourages the male caregivers to do the same and not just leave it to the mothers."

George's attention was drawn to the bleachers where the women sat, as he heard Mrs. Michaelson call his name. "Yes, Ma'am."

"Does that mean William can lick and suck on Scott's penis and testicles?"

"Only if that's what you want. We aren't saying it's in any way necessary."

"Could we ask them to demonstrate for us now?"

"Well, that would be highly irregular. Don't you think that should be done in the privacy of the home?"

William hollered, "Please Grandma, not here. Please don't make us do that. Let's wait until we get home."

"Now, William, I want to see how well you do with such a behavior and I'm sure it will be instructional for all in attendance."

"Mrs. Michaelson, there are small children present. I'm not sure such a display should be done in front of the kids." George tried to get the woman to wait until they were home.

"Now, Mr. Russell, you've told us that our boys' parts are not private and there is nothing to hide in stimulating them. You've made it clear we should share their boyhoods with family, friends, and neighbors and even complete strangers sometimes. If they are just natural parts of their bodies, we shouldn't be shy about oral stimulation."

The group of women and some of the younger girls applauded the remark.

"Now those two boys are my charges and I want to see William licking and sucking Scott right here and right now. Please honor the wishes of their only guardian and let them attempt that activity. I'll be glad to coach them if you won't."

Throwing his hands in the air with frustration he then motioned the path to her grandsons with his left arm. "I won't stop you, they're your responsibility. I will say, if there are any youngsters over here with you women or over here with you fathers, who you don't want exposed to this display please move out to the hallway and we'll get you when they're finished." To George's surprise no one moved.

"William, you've beaten your brother's ass so hard he couldn't sit on it for days. You've rubbed that dick hard and beat him off at times. I think he should feel some pleasure with this program. Scott, get down here." Sporting a penis whose girth attested to his pubescent stage, Scott climbed down the bleachers, with his five inch hard on swinging to and fro. "Grandma, I don't want William doing this either. It's embarrassing."

"You get down on that mat right now or I'll take a belt to you. Go on now."

The totally humiliated boy reluctantly eased his body down, face up on one of the demonstration mats.

His older brother stood and began coming down off the bleachers, "Grandma, don't make me do this. I don't want to do this."

"Do I need to use the medicine you use on Scott on you? I'll borrow a belt or have Mr. Sam take care of your bare backside right here in front of everyone if you don't do what I told you. Now, get over there with Scott."

The bleachers were dead silent on both sides of the gym. The only sound was the creaking of the bleachers as the boy finished descending. Quietly he walked over and knelt down next to his brother's bare body. "Now, William, I want you to lick your brother's ball sack. Go ahead it won't bite you."

"Please Grandma, don't make me do that. I don't think I want to do it here. Look all the people are staring at us."

"They're waiting to see what happens. So don't disappoint them, Son. I said, lick Scott's bag now get at it."

Slowly the fifteen year old lower his head and with just the tip of his tongue touched his brother's scrotum. The penis jumped at the excitement. "Scott spread those legs so the others can watch this." The older lady ordered. "Here put the feet together like you do when we massage your inner thighs. Pull those feet up toward your crotch. I've had enough of the fooling around. Get them up." The boy complied. "William, lick from his butthole to the base of his penis. Go on now." The fifteen year old's tongue extended further to the satisfaction of his grandmother. "Okay, now lick up the stick there right to his tip." Scott eyes closed in complete enjoyment of the feel of his brother's tongue as it tickled its way up from the base to the tip of his glans. As it passed over the frenulum the boy shivered and groaned completely unaware of the audience which only a few seconds earlier were the cause of his embarrassment. "All the way around it, William, start at the base and go up all around it. This time when you get to the tip, force that tongue into his pee slit there." Following his grandmothers dictate, he caused his brother to shiver with stimulation. The boy's body trembled as he tried to raise himself off the floor in an attempt to force his brother's tongue deeper into his urethra. "That's it, William. Now, go down and suck his ball sack into your mouth." Slowly he placed his mouth on Scott's twelve year old scrotum and vacuumed his testicles and scrotum into his mouth. "Use your tongue to move his balls around. That's not so bad is it?" With that his little brother groaned with closed eyes as once again his bottom left the mat in an attempt to force his testicle further into his brother's warm and wet mouth. "Now, William, I want you to come off his ball sack, but make sure you leave a lot of your saliva on there. These folks want to see those gems glistening. Then put your mouth around Scott's penis and take it all in. It'll tickle the back of your throat, but do it." William seemed to have become more relaxed with the activity. He did as he was told with much less hesitation than he had for the previous commands. He choked a bit as his brother's glans pushed against the back of his throat. "Move your mouth up and down Scott's penis, use your tongue to rub it as you do. It'd help if you suck a little bit too. Pretend it's a Popsicle." After two such trips up and down the phallus, Scott's backside left the mat with a forceful thrust which buried his penis deep in his brother's mouth. He grabbed Williams head and held it close to his pubis as he obviously discharged his load. "Now, William you need to swallow that. Don't worry, Honey, it's all in the family. He's your brother. Just drink his cum and you'll be fine." Scott's body thrust four times and he collapsed onto the mat, as his penis pulled out of his brother's mouth. William knelt beside his brother with a disgusted look on his face. "William, give your brother's penis another lick and get it cleaned off."

"Grandma, that was gross and that was queer. I hate you for that!" William yelled.

"William, William", the old lady shouted as her older grandson ran out the doors of the gym.

"Not to worry, Mrs. Michaelson, I'll go talk to him," Sam rose and followed the boy's path out the doors into the hallway. Through the windows he could be seen putting his arm over the boy's shoulder and the two went out the exterior doors to the front of the school.

George instructed Scott to return to the benches. He just shook his head at the old lady who had directed the show which ended so drastically.

Mrs. Michaelson shrugged her shoulders. "You gotta admit it was arousing. Didn't you find it arousing?" She addressed a female bench who were nodding in favor of what had just transpired and the male side had blank looks on their faces with their mouths agape.

Before George could call the session back to order and change the direction of the discussion, a little girl could be heard asking, "Mom, can we do that to Jimmy? Can we make Jimmy squirt that juice?" Quietly, but audibly the mother explained, "No, Honey, Jimmy isn't old enough to squirt semen. It'll be five or six years before he will be able to do that." Meanwhile her spouse and young son could be seen turning red in the male bleachers as the conversation was concluded.

"Well, I'm not sure where to go with the follow-up to what just happened. I'm kind of embarrassed myself. Anyway, let's discuss spanking today. Yes, yes sir." George acknowledged a raised hand.

"Jeff here is nine. He's nude all the time and my wife and I love it. We think he's a handsome boy and we do like watching and feeling his penis. My wife loves bathing him and inserting her finger's in his backside as well. Now we have, a little girl who is six and two other sons, Richard who is seven, and Paul who is eleven. Would you recommend all the kids be nude all the time. I mean would it help them develop too and maybe head off what Jeff is going through?"

"What I would say is to make the other boys participate. It certainly can't hurt. Girls, on the other hand, deserve a little more privacy. They should be a little more modest. Guess the bottom line is to strip the boys and let the girls have fun with them."

The man asking the question shouted across the gym. "Hear that, Honey?" A woman on the other side nodded. She then stood up her youngest son and began stripping him. As she pulled his shirt off, she hollered back, "We'll get Paul when we get home." No sooner had the decision been made than other women were stripping their non-participant sons as well. There was a great deal of satisfaction on their faces as they went about the task of undressing the bulk of the little boys in the guest seats. The little girls just looked on with obvious anticipation and excitement.

As George tried to regain control of the session, Sam and a red eyed William re-entered the gym. It was obvious the boy had been brought to tears by his overbearing grandmother. George could only feel sorry for the boy and think, "If she'd been that demanding of Scott, they wouldn't be here right now."

"Okay, maybe we can get on with the topic for today. We're going to talk about whipping, spanking, caning or whatever you do to discipline your boys. During this training period, we would ask that you choose one tool and use it consistently. Both mothers and fathers and hopefully schools will be able to arrive at a choice that will serve both environments. I have here a typical cane from British boarding school days of twenty years ago. You will note it is a lot like a switch. Should you choose to use something like this, we'd recommend the boy be at least eight, preferably older, and when you use it your intention should be to raise welts on his backside. When used properly you will be able to feel raised welts on his bottom when you've finished. I'll pass this around for your inspection. I have order forms so you can purchase one of these if you wish.

"For younger boys, the belt and/or leather strap is preferred. Again it should be your intent to leave welts if possible or at the very least bruises. Again, this can be used for boys seven and older and is very effective. When giving a whipping the rule of thumb is a minimum of one stripe for every year and you should almost be able to distinctly count them when you're finished.

"With boys under seven the back of a nice Lucite or wooden hair brush is preferred. These are easy to come by at your local pharmacy. What I would recommend is you purchase at least two of either of these implements so you can give one to the school and carry one with you.

"I would recommend you men train your spouse in the proper use of these tools. Both parents and custodial adults should be very adept at putting this on the boy. I would also suggest you train your baby sitters or older female siblings who will be given whipping permission as well. The next time the boy needs help in remembering his place, let one of the girls put it on him. You coach them. Any questions? No one has a question? Well, I have saved a punishment for Timmy from last week so I could demonstrate the cane to those of you who are considering it. On Thursday, Timmy earned a whipping when he was punished at school. I told him we would fulfill our part at this meeting." On the far side of the bleachers the boy began to cry. "As you can see his anticipation of what's to come is a bit difficult for him, but maybe next time he won't talk back to his teacher. Huh, Timmy?"

"They spanked me at school, Daddy. I already learned it."

"No, Tim, what's the rule?"

"If I get spanked at school, I get whipped at home."

"That's right. Now come over here to the girls' bench and bend over the seat."

"Please, Daddy, I won't ever be rude again."

"I know, but you need to be punished to help you remember and perhaps scare you enough you'll think twice the next time. May I have that cane please?" A naked boy ran up and handed it to George. "You will note how flexible this thing is," he pointed out as he whipped it through the air. Walking over to his already weeping son who was scared not only of the soon to come whipping but also of the unknown damage the new implement might do. George beckoned his daughter Tiffany to hold the boy down. "Tiff, you need to hold him down. He's going to wiggle a lot trying to get loose. Your job is to see that he doesn't."

"Okay, Daddy."

"Ladies and gentlemen, when you begin with the cane you should have the boy in as wide a stance as you can." He tapped the inside of Timmy's legs until his feet were three feet apart. The sides of the nine year old's butt cheeks were sunken as George continued, "If you take a stance and tap the target lightly, the stroke will land truer than just coming in cold." He tapped Timmy's backside with the tip of the cane. Then he moved the implement as far back as he could and brought it forward with a rapid swing. "It's very similar to your golf swing." The whoosh was very audible as was the snap when it contacted the boy's skin. Timmy screamed in the pain of the split second and lunged forward carrying his sister on his shoulder and back. Momentarily another whoosh was heard followed by the snap and a second red welt appeared on the boy's backside. Again, it was immediately followed by a scream and begging for cessation through the tears and crying. George drew the implement back again and let loose with another strike that placed another parallel stripe on the rounded ass. "As you can see, there are raised marks which I'm sure are burning very painfully and we aren't but half way finished. Whooossssshhhh snapp. "The objective is to make this as memorable as possible." Whooosssshhh, snapppp. The screams were constant at this point and the begging ceased as the child succumbed to the inevitable beating. Whooossssshhh, snapp. "And that should do it," George stopped and carefully ran his hand over the artwork he'd just completed. "Hot and raised. It'll take days for these to subside. In the meantime the boy will be reminded of his behavior at school. It will probably be months before he talks back to his teacher. At least I hope so."

"I don't. I liked watching him get it." Tiffany gloated as she was told to release her brother. Timmy was uncontrollably weeping as he sought his mother's comfort.

Marjorie embraced the weeping boy. As she held him she could be heard saying, "Tim, you got what you deserved. Now you know what will happen if you ever talk back to Mrs. Parker again. Adults, especially teachers, don't have to put up with that. I love you dearly, but I'm in complete agreement with Daddy on this. I will write a note for you to take to Mrs. Parker on Monday telling her to examine Daddy's handiwork for herself. Remember that."

The scene was broken as a seven or eight year old boy climbed slowly into his father's lap, spread his legs and pushed his father's hand to his genitals. As the father began rubbing the hardened little dick he uttered. "I want one of those." With that, the boy raised his eyes in fear and disbelief.