Strings and Sacks, Inc.

Strings and Sacks, Inc. - Chapter 12
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 12

The women and their clans were gathered for another day of sewing and cutting while the girls were, again, placed in- charge of the boys. The women didn't let on that they were often gazing out the window as the young female contingent found ways to humiliate their naked charges. Not to mention, Karen's penchant for finding any little reason to use the strap on the older boys.

After lunch the children adjourned back to their area of the house—the backyard pool. A sudden sharp knocking on the door startled all four women from discussing the article which was soon to debut their new line of boy attire.

Sharon got the door, "Hi, I'm Dr. Williams, is Susan here?"

"Oh, we've been looking forward to your visit. Let me get her. Susan!! Susan!!, the doctor's here." Sharon hollered.

Susan appeared. "Hi Catherine, come on in."

The five sat at the table and listen to the interchange of discussion between Susan and the doctor who was to permanently alter her son's genital appearance in a very few moments.

"Have you discussed this with Sammy?" the physician asked.

"No, I wasn't sure how to handle it with him. I mean what do I say?"

"Tell him you think his penis would look better with the foreskin gone. That's pretty much it isn't it?"

"Well, I must admit having looked at those boys' little peters, I do like the clean cut look better. It's a turn on for me. Well, let's just say looking at them especially when they're aroused is a turn on for me." Susan was remarkably open about her motivations with her medical friend.

"Oh, my, the boys are nude. I hadn't noticed that. That's wonderful. Little boys in our culture are too modest. There's no reason for them to be clothed anyway. Does it distract the girls? The boys' nudity and all? Dr. Williams was delighted at the sight of the nude boys.

"Oh no, they get to touch whatever, whenever. The boys are learning to respect female control a bit. Karen, there, whips the fire out of their asses when they need it. The little girls enjoy playing with the boys packages. And, Karen, loves to direct their play." Andrea offered.

"Well, it won't hurt them a bit to have their little penises played with by the girls. If anything it will help build healthy sexual attitudes later for both genders. Besides, boys need for their skin to breath. It makes their behavior a lot less hyper. Actually, if more parents of boys would make them run around nude, they'd find it easier to manage them."

"Well, that's good to know," Marjorie responded. "My boys are still young enough that I may save quite a bit in clothing. I'll just keep them that way. I must admit, like Susan, I love watching their little peckers bounce around while they walk and run and play. Those tight little ball sacks feel so firm to the touch too. They hate it, but I love it. You can see who wins."

"Well, let's get Sammy in here so I can talk to him," the doctor directed, "I'll explain the procedure and try to put him at ease before we start. I assume everyone will want to watch?"

"Oh yes, the other kids will find it educational. So will we. I don't think any of us have seen a circumcision before. Have any of you, girls?" Andrea waved toward the other women present.

"No, when they did Steven he was an infant and they just took him away for a half hour or so then brought him back to my room. It was the day after he was born." Sharon offered.

"Same with the twins," Marjorie agreed.

Susan got up and summoned Sammy. "I want you to go with Dr. Catherine. She wants to talk to you for a few minutes. No, no, don't cover up or I'll spank. Besides she's seen lots of little penises and your penis many, many times. Matter of fact just last month for your physical, remember?" The doctor and naked boy walked toward the living room as the ladies went out to discuss what was going to happen with the other children.

"Girls, Teddy, Timmy, Steven come over here." Sharon took control of the situation. "Steven, stand up and come over here." The boy did as he was told the other children sat with legs crossed and watched attentively. Sharon reached down and grabbed her son's penis. "Can any of you tell me how Steven's penis or even…" then pointing with her finger, "Timmy's or Teddy's are different from Sammy's?"

Jamie responded immediately, "Yeah, Sammy's has that skin around the tip. His is smooth and these boys have like a mushroom top on theirs."

"Well so does Sammy," Shaqueta defended the integrity of her brother's boyhood. "You just pull that skin back and the tip is just like theirs."

"Yeah, but it's all red and wet looking. Theirs is pink or bluish pink and dry. Theirs is like a little more rubbery too." Jamie argued.

Seeing the girls getting worked up toward and argument, Sharon interrupted. "You're both right." Shaqueta nodded in a pronounce fashion as she crossed her arms as if victorious and Jamie just smiled at the words of affirmation. "What we're going to do this afternoon is we're going to make Sammy's look the same as these three." She emphasized her point by firmly tugging on Steven's now erect penis. She traced the cleft behind the glans of Steven's now fully erect penis with her index finger to illustrate her point, "The doctor is going to cut the skin off to way back here and he will look like the other three."

"Do we get to watch?" Karen was beaming. "I mean can we watch the doctor cut him?"

"Yes, Karen you will watch if you want. All of you can watch. Boys too. In fact, there was some talk about letting you be the nurse during the operation."

"Yes!" Karen pulled down with a closed fist to emphasize her perceived good fortune.

"Why is he going to get his skin cut off?" Shaqueta looked perplexed.

"Honey, your Mommy wants him to look like the other boys. She wants to be able to clean it easier and this way she can see that it's being taken care of by your brother. Besides some ladies and girls like them better with that skin removed. Your Mom's one of them."

"I think they're more fun to play with when you can feel the top part," Jamie interjected.

"I like to play with the skin on his tip," Shaqueta countered.

"I just want it cut off because I get to watch and help. Man I get to be an OR nurse this afternoon. When's he gonna get it?" Karen was still wound up.

"Probably in the next half hour or so. Now, he's going to be scared so we have to treat him nicely." Sharon cautioned.

"Was Steven scared when they did it to him?" Jamie asked.

"No, Honey, Steven's was cut off when he was a tiny baby and he doesn't even remember it." Then with another tug on the erect phallus which was still in his mother's grip.

Steven replied. "No. It's been like this since as long as I can remember. All my friends' except Sammy look like mine. Until you and Sammy started coming here, I didn't even know his looked like that. I never saw him naked before."

"Karen you need to go and get a sheet and a pillow for the picnic table so we can lay him up on it for the operation." Sharon instructed the 'nurse'. Immediately, the girl turned toward the house to retrieve the requested items.

On her way back she almost knocked the visiting doctor over as she, Susan and Sammy walked out onto the pool deck. Sammy was crying audibly. "I'm scared, Mom. Please let's not do this. I'm scared."

Tenderly the mother engulfed her naked son in an embrace. Kissing his head, she tried to reassure him. "Honey, after it's over you'll look just like Steven and the twins."

"But I don't want to look like them."

"Sammy, when I was a baby they did it to me and I don't even remember it. You know all of the other boys I've seen naked have the same kind of wiener. They all have one like mine. You won't look different when we have to get naked and take showers and stuff at school. When you swim in the pool at school you have to go naked too. You'll look just the same so people won't stare at you." Steven tried hard to calm his friend whose crying was upsetting to him as well.

Then in her rather ruthless way Karen tried to reason with Sammy, "And now that you will have to wear the thongs for P.E. at school everyone can see it and it should look like the rest of the boys. Coach Hawkins won't be able to say yours is different and embarrass you an all."

"Karen that's not fair Coach Hawkins wouldn't do that." Andrea argued.

"She said she makes the boys line up naked every day they have P.E. and inspects their parts to make sure they're keeping them clean. It's a part of the health education. Besides, she gives them swimming lessons and you know what she holds on to when she's helping them learn to swim?" Karen was a font of knowledge.

"She holds their penises?" Sharon asked with a smile.

"Yep, says those are the handles God gave her to hold on to. And she won't let them go to waste."

"Does she hold your penises, Steven?" Sharon inquired.

"Yeah. She holds them so we don't sink. She says she has to hold on to something. We don't like it 'cause she pulls them too. Sometimes she squeezes our balls too. Especially, if we piss her off." Steven even smirked as he confirmed Karen's report.

"Well, I guess she's right. I mean you wouldn't want to drown or something." Sharon winked at the other ladies as she answered her son's observation. "I'm glad she inspects those little penises and ball sacks. Most of those boys' parents don't do it often enough and I'd hate for them to develop some rash or disease or something."

With that the ladies all giggled like school girls. "Guess I'll have to volunteer at the school especially for boys P.E. classes," Susan added.

Caroline opened her bag and pulled out a sealed plastic envelope with a syringe in it, a small vial of anesthetic, another bag with a scalpel, and one with various metal pieces. She then put on some rubber gloves and instructed Susan to get Sammy up on the table which had been draped with the sheet by Karen. "Here Sammy, here's a pillow to put your head on," Karen had never been so caring of her charges. Obviously scared and still crying the boy was gently stretched out on the table.

"Sammy I need for you to put your hands behind your head and spread your legs. Karen, I want you to rub Sammy's penis and see if you can't make it hard for me."

Quickly Karen went to work on Sammy's penis stroking it up and down and flopping it back and forth. The ordeal was more difficult than ever as Sammy was more frightened than aroused. Caroline stuck the syringe in the vial and pulled the plunger back to load the cylinder with the anesthetic. Withdrawing the needle she purged the air by squirting a small amount out the needle. After wiping the target areas with alcohol she pre-warned the boy "Honey, you're going to feel a little bite. Here it goes." Grabbing the boy's penis she slid the foreskin back and jabbed the tip of the needle in right behind the glans. Sammy screamed both in the pain of the needle but more so from the fright of the situation. Caroline then removed the needle and jabbed it into the other side of the semi-erect penis. Again Sammy flinched and yelled, "Owwwweeeee, owwweee." Tears rolled down his cheeks.

Caroline moved the needle to the base of his penis and injected more liquid into the pubis. When she did so, Sammy responded with "Owww, owwww, owww," and began to rise removing his hands from behind his head. Susan quickly grabbed her son and draped herself over the upper torso. Caroline injected another small amount into the pubis on the other side of the base of his penis. When she indicated she was done Sammy relaxed a little.

Rather roughly she grabbed his penis and began working the foreskin back and forth as she liberally poured bedidine over the foreskin and glans. Sammy's chestnut colored skin took on a deep yellow tint as she did so. She pinched the foreskin and pulled it out from the penis, "Sammy do you feel that?"

Still sniffling the boy responded, "Nnnno".

"How about this?" She firmly pinched the glans.

"Nnnnno"

Then she took something that looked like a bell and pulled the foreskin back. Not that she had to, but because she wanted Karen to feel a part, she said, "Karen put some gloves on and hold this skin back for me." Quickly the preteen girl snapped some gloves, which were too large for her onto her hands and grabbed Sammy's foreskin. "Got it?"

"Sure do."

Pressing the bell shaped end of the implement to the glans she said, "Now roll the skin down over the outside of the bell." She did. Caroline took another piece and screwed it into place over the top clamping the foreskin to a place just below the glans. It tightened and pinched the skin up against the inside implement. "How you doin' Sammy? Do you feel anything?"

"Mom, I don't want her to do this. Please!!"

"Sammy, Dr. Caroline asked if you feel anything. Answer her."

"Nnnnooo." He began to bawl out loud.

Opening the last envelope Caroline removed a scalpel. "Okay, Karen hold his penis up so I can get around it." Karen held the phallus up straight and Caroline began the incision which circled the metal clamp. Removing the skin which resembled a wide rubber band she handed it to Karen. "You can let go Karen. Sammy, we're done, buddy."

"I wanna see. I wanna see." Jamie pushed up to her sister who was examining the skin in the palm of her gloved hand.

"Me, too." Shaqueta hollered and joined Jamie. She stuck her finger out and gently touched the piece of foreskin. "Wow. Sammy now your peepee is outside."

After removing the clamps, Caroline gently cleaned up around the glans with a piece of peroxide soaked gauze. "Looks clean and great to me. How about you Susan, does it look like it'll be more fun to play with?"

"Geezzz, Caroline, he's my son. What do you mean play with?"

"Come on ladies you mean you don't like to fondle these little guys? Riiiiiigggght!"

"Well we have to make sure everything works right every now and then don't we?"

"Look, Susan, just keep it clean. I'd like you to wipe it with peroxide two or three times a day and apply some of this antibiotic ointment. Should be good as new in a few days. Now, I could use a drink."

"Let's all get one. You girls keep your fingers off Sammy's peepee for awhile. We don't want him getting infected." Andrea ordered.

"Hey, Sammy. It doesn't look bad man. You'll probably have to get used to it being out all the time now, but that shouldn't take long." Steven reassured his agemate.

"I thought she was going to cut it off," Timmy added.

"Yeah, me, too," Teddy agreed. "Glad she didn't, aren't you Sammy."

Sammy was now just sniffling as he bent forward on the table to look at his most prized body part. Through the snot and tears he began to laugh as the tension rapidly released. It was over. Karen took some ointment out of the tube and began to rub it around the boy's newly exposed glans. Then playing the role to the hilt she said, "I want to see you back here at five o'clock this afternoon so I can clean it and put more ointment on it. If you miss, I'll have to hurt your bottom to remind you. Understand?"

"Hey, Karen, cut him so slack." Steven was pissed.

"Okay, if he's not here on time, I'll beat you instead, how's that?"

"We'll see."

"We'll see, get over here Steven." Grabbing the strap which was draped over the chair she ordered him to bend over the table which was just vacated by the patient. "I said, bend over the table. I mean it. If I have to get your mother, I will give you twenty now get over the damn table, Steven." Knowing the girl's authority was absolute he bent over the table.

Sipping a margarita Andrea had just poured from the blender, Caroline looked out on the pool deck. "What the hell is Karen doing?"

Sharon looked out there, "Oh she's about to make a point on Steven's bottom. He probably smarted off to her or something."

"Karen gets to whip the boys?"

Susan moved next to the two onlookers, "Whenever she thinks they need…"

Just then the first lick from the strap landed on Steven's bare backside. The snap produced from the contact was so loud it was very audible in the kitchen. Then Karen swung again and the contact made Steven jump as she groaned in pain. Again, the strap made a resounding snap.

"Geezzz, how old is she?" Caroline inquired.

"Twelve."

"She'll be ready to mother some boys won't she. She really connects with that thing."

SNNNAAAPPP. "Ooooooo, owwwww, I won't …"

SNNNNNAAAAPPP. "I wooooonnn'tt say anything anyyymooorrree. Please sttttoppp."

SNNNNAAAPPPP.

"Does she leave welts?" Caroline asked.

"Sometimes. He'll be okay again in a few hours." Sharon nonchalantly offered.

SNNNNAAAAPPPP. Steven's feet left the deck.

"How many is she going to give him?"

"Well, she has a limit of twenty at a time unless one of us tells her she can keep going. How many has he had?" Sharon replied.

"I don't know, but I think she's made her point.'

SNNNNNAAAAPPPPP. The sound of Steven's crying and intermittent screams penetrated the sliders.

SNNNNAAAPPPP.

SNNNNNAAAAPPPP, again and again the strap reinforced Karen's authority.

SNNNNAAAAAPPPP

"Now you little smart ass, do you have anything else to say? Or, can we stop now?"

"Please stop Karen. I won't say anything else." Steven didn't even stand. He was sobbing and bent over the picnic table. Both cheeks were red and striped where the side of the strap had cut into his skin.

"You'd better make sure Sammy gets his dick cleaned on time or you're going to get more of this. Understand, Smart Ass?"

"Yeeeessss."

"Good God, she's a little tyrant. Isn't she?" Caroline observed.

"Well she has to be. She's got the four boys to watch over while we get the fashions done. Her sister and Shaqueta help, but they're too little to get much respect from the older two." Susan added.

"Well, ladies I hate to cut, drink and go, but I've got a hair appointment this afternoon."

"Thanks, Caroline. I really am happy with Sammy's new look."

"That's good, because there's no putting it back." With that Caroline walked out the front door and headed toward her car.

"Karen, come here please," Susan called the girl to her side. "Before you use the peroxide on Sammy's dick make Steven suck on it to clean it up. I want to see if it still works right. Let me know. Okay."

"Sure. I'll have all three of them take turns sucking it."

"Great. It may help Sammy feel better too."

At five o'clock sharp Sammy, who had recovered from the trauma and was now more curious at his new look than mourning the loss of his helmet's covering told Karen it was time to put that 'stuff' on his stick.

"Teddy, get over here please." Karen beckoned. "Sammy up on the table on your back, hands behind your head, spread 'em." The boy followed directions partly remembering the bad luck his friend Steven had had just hours earlier. "Teddy, I want you to lick and suck Sammy's peepee so I can put this stuff on." The little boy shrugged his shoulders and climbed up in a chair so he could reach. He opened his mouth and engulfed the now exposed head.

"Yuk." Teddy started spitting and had the look of having just tasted a sour lemon on his face. "Yuk. That yellow stuff tastes bad. I don't want to."

In one swift move Karen grabbed the strap and landed on solidly on the seven year old's backside.

"Ooooweeeee," The boy's head went back down on the now erect penis.

"Guess you've got your feeling back, huh?" Karen commented to Sammy.

"What?"

"Your peter is hard as a rock. You must have your feeling back."

"Yeah," Sammy responded nervously while looking down at the little fella ravaging his staff.

Karen took the bottle of peroxide and thoroughly drenched a cotton ball. She then bathed the glans and surrounding tissue with it. Immediately a white foam appeared as the peroxide did its cleansing. Again, the girl bathed the boy's glans with peroxide. Then she dried it off and lightly smeared the antibiotic cream on the head and lacerated skin. "Okay, Sammy, next time we'll have Steven clean it off for you."

At six o'clock the mothers gathered their respective off spring. As they head to the door still abuzz with excitement over the magazine, Susan thanked them for the support during her son's circumcision. The phone rang. "Sharon would you catch the phone please." Andrea yelled from the hallway.

Sharon picked up the phone and very audibly yelled, "You're kidding!" A pause was followed by, "No, we're all still here!" Another pause. "When?" "Okay, I'll tell them." With all the excitement the women came back in and waited for an explanation.

"Are you ready for this? That was Angela at the magazine. She said Donny Milfiger had got an advanced copy of the magazine and he wants us to come to Paris for a show. He will pay for the trip and everything. He is interested in buying the rights to our line."

"Oh my God. When?" Andrea was a basket case.

"The end of next month. He wants the boys to come too. He says he wants them to model the thongs and shorts."

"What about the girls?" Andrea asked.

"We'll negotiate them. You know we'll tell him all or nothing. After all we can't leave them home alone. Can we?" Sharon responded

"Oh shit, this is exciting." Marjorie was beside herself with excitement.

"You think Sammy's peter will be healed by then?" Susan asked excitedly.

"Yeah. The doctor said he'd be fine in a couple of days." Andrea reminded her.

"Wait till Bob hears about this. He's going to want to come too!" Marjorie added excitedly.