Manhandled Chapter 8

Manhandled Chapter 8
By Sir Cum Sizemore

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Chapter 8

The boys sauntered into the gym for the next meeting. The more endowed among them had their hairless phalluses swinging back and forth with each step. Two or three were extended in an erection most likely related to being on show in front of siblings and family members of their counterparts. As the fathers herded them to their seats in the bleachers across from the audience they would take their seat and spread their legs wide as taught. It was George's first indication that they had been 'broken' and were now following parental directives. Even William showed no signs of having any difficulty with Scott.

"Oh, hi, Rick, how'd that cane work out?" George noticed his recent house guest as he and his son entered.

"Take a look for yourself. Steven, turn around and show him." Following his father's dictate the boy turned his back to George and eight to ten still quite pink marks adorned his backside. "Those are from three days ago. His mother did it to him. She's getting pretty handy with that thing isn't she? Oh, Steven, turn around and show him your dick ring." The boy turned to face George. He was sporting a very stiff hard-on the tip of which was adorned with a silver colored ring which appeared to be welded much the same as his son's. "Go over and let Mr. Russell play with your ring."

Reaching down to the tip of the hardened appendage George checked the rings range of movement up and down. Then releasing it pinched the boy's glans briefly and said, "I'd say you and Timmy have a lot on common now." After George released his penis, Rick sent his son to the bleachers alone.

"Well, did you do it?" Rick asked in a whisper.

"Do what?"

"You know, did you suck Timmy's dick?"

"Oh, no, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It just seems so wrong. I don't know if Marge did, but I do know one of Tiffany's girl friends sucked the living hell out of it one night. Tiffany told us she thought the girl was sucking so hard she'd suck the kid's balls up through the urethra." George kind of chuckled. "Did you do it?"

"Well, yeah, that was our agreement. You mean I had to suffer through that and you didn't even try?"

"Look, Rick, I told you I'd try. I just couldn't. I mean it just seemed so wrong. Cut me a little slack, would ya?"

"Slack! I sucked a BOY's dick. Shit, I only did it because I thought I wasn't the only one."

"Just a minute, okay?" He temporarily put the uncomfortable conversation on hold as he turned to yell, "Boys I want you to go out into the lobby and let the guests feel your bodies." George turned to the gathered siblings, parents and other interested parties and said, "Please go out and help yourselves to the refreshments and fondle some of our little guys." The young girls immediately jumped up from their seats and almost bolted to the doors to the lobby. The mothers followed. Allison, Steven's mother, walked past carrying the cane she had become so effective wielding. "Oh, Allison, any problems out there, and I don't care which kid I want you to use that liberally to straighten them out. Okay?"

"With pleasure," she beamed with a broad smile.

"Men, if you'd spend some time discussing your week with the others, I'll catch up later. Rick and I have a few things to discuss." The men began joking and carrying on among themselves.

"Now, Rick, I know you probably feel let down, but I did tell you I'd try. Not that I'd do it. Let me ask you, how bad was it?"

"Well, it wasn't too bad. It was kind of fun after you get past the initial hesitation. I mean Stevie didn't want me to do it and his belligerence made it even more fulfilling. But you know, once I started he didn't give me any more trouble about it. I think he liked it. He had about three dry humps and then just shut his eyes and breathed heavily. Allison loved watching it. She kept prodding me to do it every night. She likes hearing him 'moan' and she thinks when he raises his 'little ass off the sheets and jerks' is just a 'natural turn-on'. Hell, I'm just glad the kid doesn't shoot anything. Now, that'd be kinda gross."

"So why are you so upset? Sounds like it went well."

"Only because Allison said watching him orgasm was a turn on and I got a piece after we retired to our bedroom."

"So it didn't turn you gay?"

"Look, Asshole, I just think it's unnatural too and if I'd known you weren't doing it, I wouldn't either." Rick playfully punched George's shoulder.

"I just can't, Rick. I just can't bring myself to go to those extremes. I tried. When I massaged Timmy, I'd put my head on his abdomen and stare at his stiffy and consider doing it. One time I even almost kissed his dick head, but I can't. How'd you get around the ring and all?"

"Oh, it all fits in and once you seal your lips around his shaft the ring just sits there. You can flip it with your tongue and all."

"So, are you going to keep doing it to him?" George was still intrigued.

"Well as long as Allison gets hot to trot watching it, I'll do it. I mean I get a piece of ass after she watches me with Stevie. He doesn't know what I get from it, but I'll tell you this, the boy asks if I'm going to suck on it when I do that massage with him. He wants it now. I won't do it if his mother isn't watching though."

"What about his sisters. Do you let them watch?"

"Oh, hell no! I don't want them thinking their old man is some kind of pervert."

"I don't suppose you want to share all this with the other guys?"

"Not now I don't. Tell you what I'll share after you do it to Timmy."

"I'm not sure you'll ever share it then. I just can't. Well, I'm impressed with your courage, man." He patted Rick on the shoulder and called to the men in the bleachers. "Let's talk about your successes and failures."

As the room quieted, there was the distinct sound of the cane meeting some boy's backside out in the lobby and the scream of a child immediately following the report. Again, the noise could be heard and a scream. As the men sat quietly and listened smiles spread over their faces. One of the men in the bleachers shared, "I know that squeal. I think Sean is getting his come upance. Hope she leaves some stripes I can show his mother when he gets home." Again, as he spoke the sharp snap of the cane hitting a bare butt echoed through the room, followed by a boys scream. "What is that four or five?" the same man asked.

"She'll give him six. That's her usual dose for Steven." Rick added.

"Good, he'll learn to do as he's told." The boy's father finished.

"Now as I was saying, let's hear from you men about your week." George tried to center the men back on task. "How about you Pete? How'd your week go with Ryan?"

A man seldom noticed and quiet nature stood up before his peers and their nude charges. Ryan a twelve year old who was still hairless sat with his legs spread wide. It was obvious hair was in the not so distant future as the boys testicles were observably dropped and had taken on a more mature size. "Well, Ryan is finally not so embarrassed when his mother plays with, I mean massages his boy parts. He spreads his legs as she ordered him to do giving access to his little brother and two sisters and their friends as well. His attitude is much less aggressive toward his sibling and he seems to be doing better at school. Last week his mother wouldn't let him put shorts on to deliver his papers. He delivers the Daily Journal and she made him deliver them nude three days last week. I guess it was a good idea because it did take away his modesty to have to peddle his bike around the neighborhood delivering his papers. Anyway, his mother and I have decided he can continue to do that until we decide he shouldn't."

"How'd you get him to 'open up' for his brother and sisters and their friends?"

"I whipped his ass in front of them each time he refused to let them touch him." There was an air of confidence as he punctuated the statement with a slight nod and a proud grin. "I mean I tore him up. Didn't I, Ryan?"

Dejectedly the boy just nodded without making eye contact with anyone else. Some nervous chuckles came from the observers' side of the gym.

Pete continued, "Next month, when he starts school we're going to make him wear those short athletic shorts to school without underwear so his classmates can see what he's made of."

The boy was blushing profusely as George gave voice to an observation, "Looking at his package there, first I'd say the doc did a clean job when he cut him, but more than that it looks like he's bound to be bushing out pretty soon. You know our medical team doesn't condone the nudity for boys past puberty?"

"Yeah, Michelle and I have discussed that. She wants to shave him for awhile so we can at least look like he isn't there yet. You know keep him hairless. I think it makes her feel younger."

"But...," the boy tried to speak to that remark. It was obvious this was the first he'd heard of the shaving. Pete turned to his son and held up his finger to signal it wasn't negotiable. The boy dropped to a sulk.

"We've already told the principal that she could wear him out, but he was to be nude during the whippings. The principal balked at the idea, but I said we were under a doctor's care and that was what she'd need to do. I also told her I'd sign any legal document to ensure we wouldn't complain or sue her."

George took the floor again, "Pete I'm proud of you. I know this was a little strange sounding at first, but look how far you've brought your son to this point." There was applause from the visitor side. George continued, "Rick, do you want to discuss anything about you and Steve? You might find company."

"We're just doing fine. We got a cane from George and have begun leaving some pretty serious welts on Steve's ass. But, you know what? No more sass to me or his mother. No more arguing about doing what we've told him to do. That damn thing is so much easier to use than a belt. His mother loves it. Don't you honey?" Rick pointed over to his wife and daughters.

George asked, "Anything else you want to share?"

In a half angry tone, Rick replied, "Oh, hell no! Don't go there, George. Don't even go there." He sat down.

From across the gym a woman's voice rang out, "I'll tell it. It's special, Rick. These other guys should try it if they want."

"No, Allison, just sit down and keep your mouth shut, please."

"No, I'm part of this too and I want to share with the other parents. Rick has started orally stimulating Steven during the massage period. He didn't want to, but I made him do it. It is such a turn on for me to watch him. Stevie groans so cutely and then his little butt jerks abruptly and arches off the sheets. Stevie loves it. Don't you honey?" She deferred to her oblivious son who just nodded innocently as he looked at his father who'd buried his face in his hands in embarrassment. "You guys should try it with your kids."

"Allison that's enough. Please you're embarrassing me and..."

George broke in, "No, wait, Rick. You and I had a deal to try that with our boys after Dr. Mitchell recommended it. I couldn't bring myself to do it, but you did. You actually went against your better thought and did it. Allison, how did that feel to you?"

"I'll tell you folks it's an adult turn on. Watch your mate service your son and I guarantee it'll be a hot time in the old town after the kids are in bed. It is a strong aphrodisiac. Right, Honey?"

Rick was still sitting with his face buried in embarrassment and didn't respond.

A woman seated two rows up responded. "I for one think doing such a thing is sick, sick, sick. If my husband did that to our boy, I'd divorce him. Don't pass go, don't collect $200, gone. I mean what's wrong with you people? Stripping your little boys naked, that's one thing, but sucking his peter, that's another."

"Me either, I wouldn't let my husband do that to my son either. I might do it myself, though." A woman sat back down with a smirk on her face and a wink toward her husband and their naked boy. "Oh, and I like the whipping part. Maybe we should talk about that."

The previously offended woman shouted, "I'll go along with the whippin', but we ain't goin' to be sucking his peter. Neither of us."

George attempted to regain the floor, "Let me just say, I couldn't bring myself to doing it either, but it was because for so long we've been taught it was wrong. But why would our medical consultants recommend something unethical. I mean I just can't get past my built in prohibitions. I don't fault or find anything 'sick' in what Rick and Allison do in their family with Stevie. He's their kid and they will do what they think is right with him. So let's just leave it at, some of us can't do that, but for those who can all the more power to ya'."

"Okay, tell us about that cane thing! That sounds right up our alley," the boisterous mother shouted after George's commentary.

"Well a cane is merely a long flexible rod. It's bamboo or rattan. The one I prefer to use with my son is about a half inch thick and is quite flexible. Allison would you pass the cane you brought around so the others can examine it?" Allison stood holding the disciplinary tool and handed it to a woman sitting to her left. George continued his instruction, "As you will see, it's flexible which adds to the cutting action when it is applied to the boy's bottom. When used right, it leaves raised welts which stay in place for a week or so to serve as a reminder of what could happen if he chooses to step outside the bounds again. Another thing it does, especially for those of us who make our boys stay nude most of the time, is it shows others we care about how he behaves and adds a bit more humility to the boys' attitudes when they realize the public in general is aware of their misbehavior. Believe me, when my wife and I decided to try it we felt it couldn't stack up to the heavy leather belt we were using, but we were wrong. Timmy's behavior took an immediate turn for the better."

"Where do we get 'em?" another older woman asked.

"I guess, if enough of you want them I can try to find some. I hate to burden my wife but she can shop around and find sources on the internet for you."

The same older woman added, "We want 'em. It's about time we got some old fashioned consequences back into these boys' lives. By the way, I love the nude part too. Used to be little boys were not concerned with modesty." Then wagging an extended finger at the naked males on the opposite side of the gym she continued. "When our boys were young they weren't allowed to be so modest. They were made to swim nude in both private and public places. They had to stand for cleanliness inspection and were often bathed by their sisters. And yes, their sisters did wash their little tallywackers too. That's right my girls bathed," her voice became pensive and she continued, "and I suppose played with," the stands on both sides were filled with adult laughter, "their brothers' boy parts, every night. I'm just glad they are made to be naked and you let the girls feel those little packages. They are kinda' cute. Don't ya' think? Oh, and don't get me started on whuppin's either. When the boys misbehaved their Daddy's took them to the barn and stripped them, bent them over a bench, and took a strap to them often. And, if they didn't have a Daddy and the mother or sister couldn't do it, the job went to an older brother or a neighbor. You have no idea. But that's why the boys of yesterday were so much better behaved than those of today."

Seeing the woman was on a rant, George wanted to interrupt so he could adjourn the meeting. "Thank you for your comments. Now, we do have some issues we didn't talk about. I was particularly interested in how the week went for you folks but we won't have time this week. We'll catch up next week. Here are the new directives I want you to try, first, if you haven't publicly exposed your boy so they can get used to being naked please do so. Take them shopping, to the beach, or the parks naked and make them display themselves to others. Second, I want you to spend a little extra time on their penises and scrotums during the daily massages. Remember, we want to keep those little boners up for as long a possible. Third, if you're stilling having the same behavioral issues, and you used a belt or hairbrush, step up the number and severity of stripes you leave. Turn 'em redder. Remember, 'no pain, no gain'. Also, if you aren't already doing it, you should be encouraging folks who you let play with the fronts insert their fingers in the rears and massage those developing prostates. Next week, we will discuss methods of genital punishment how and when to whip their little peters and ball sacks to get and keep their attention without causing serious damage. You mothers and sisters will like that session as well. It's a tool you can use to ensure pain without a whole lot of strength involvement. In closing, I would encourage you to talk with Rick if you might be interested in trying his stimulation method. If not, skip it. Now as a new method for encouraging the boys to stay somewhat aroused, BOYS STAND UP." Apprehensively, the nude little guys rose. "Turn to the boy to your left." They responded. "Now I want you to play with your partner's penis. Keep rubbing , pulling, stroking until I tell you to stop. Go on, now, get started. Daddy's get your belts off in case we need to jump start them." The boys reluctantly began stroking each other's penises. There were some nervous giggles as the ice was broken."

"Hey, George, make 'em suck each other!" came a yell from the woman's side of the gym.

"Yeah, George, make 'em such each other!" came another taunt.

"Ladies, that will be up to the Daddies involved. I'm not going to compel that. Let's let the parents decide."

George could see a few fathers pushing their boys to their knees and manually pushing the boys' heads toward their partner's erection. It was obvious some of the Dads had decided to entertain the ladies' requests. There were a couple audible snaps of belts as they crossed hesitant boys' bottoms. Eventually two thirds of the boys in the bleachers were sucking their mates' hardened phalluses. Chants mixed with giggles began to right out from the girls' side. "Suck, suck, suck, those peters! Suck, suck, suck, those peters!"

After sufficient time was allotted for those involved in the sucking to have in turn serviced their partner, George called the meeting to an end.