Strings and Sacks, Inc.

Strings and Sacks, Inc. - Chapter 15
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 15

"Well today's the big day. We've got to get things ready for the show this evening. How about Marjorie, Sharon and I get the things organized and start planning a course of action and you take the kids to the pool?" Andrea suggested to Susan.

"I'd rather not. Sammy has not warmed up to me very well lately and I need to give him some space this morning."

"She's right, you three get the things together and I'll take them to the pool." Sharon offered. "Karen, go tell the girls to get into their swim suits and tell the boys to get naked. We're going to the pool this morning."

"What no thongs?" Karen asked.

"No I want them naked. I want everything they own swinging around. It'll amuse the crowd. Well probably just the American tourists. Judging from the naked swim at the fountain I heard about, the locals could care less. They aren't upset at the sight of naked children. Well, maybe we can annoy some prudes from the homeland." Sharon chuckled.

Karen went to the adjoining bedroom and began her instructions. Momentarily Steven's loud yell echoed through the room. "Mooooommmm, Karen says we have to go swimming at the pool naked."

Sharon yelled back, "You do. Don't argue. Karen give him a few swats with that strap and make it clear." The sound of the strap snapping as it hit Steven's backside were heard to follow.

"Oooowwww, owwww, Karen stop. Stop!" Another swat was heard.

"Okay, that's enough Karen. Kids get out here. Bring the sunscreen we'll be out there for awhile. Shaqueta when we get to the pool, I want you to put sunscreen on all the boys. Remember to make sure their boy parts are covered well. Here, here's a tube of 30." She tossed the sunscreen to the excited little girl.

"Teddy, quit pulling on your penis. Okay, everybody out to the elevator. Teddy…" Sharon took a warning tone.

"I like to pull it. It feels good and then it gets hard." The little boy replied.

"Well, let's not do it now, okay?"

"Ooookayyy!" he was a little despondent at having to honor such a request.

As she sat at the pool she couldn't help but notice there were many other visitors, but there was a woman and her husband directly across the pool from her. They were obviously from someplace like Omaha, Nebraska. They just had the look of Americans on vacation. She could tell by the entertainment the nude little boys provided for them. If Steven had any idea of the attention they were giving to them, he'd be whining for something to wear. But he wasn't. The man was busy clicking away with his digital camera as the boys would pass or climb onto the diving board. She decided to let them know of her suspicions. "Hey, if you want them to stand still or pose some way or another just ask them to." She hollered across the pool. It was evident they weren't sure whether it was a critical remark or a friendly one. The man put the camera away. "No, you can take their pictures. Go ahead."

The woman rose for the chaise lounge and walked around the pool to where Sharon was sitting. "I'm Lisa Kendal and that's my husband George over there. We're from Grand Rapids, Michigan."

"Oh, I'm Sharon and I'm form Long Island, New York."

"Then you know, we aren't used to seeing naked little boys running around publicly. We just wanted to share some pictures of those cute little peepee's bouncing around to explain the lax modesty over here."

"Well, Lisa, I think the modesty over here is about right. Little boys shouldn't be as modest as we make them back home. I kind of like making my kid run around nude in public. So do the mothers of the other kids."

"My husband was right. He said you were probably from the States."

Sharon pulled her sunglasses down the bridge of her nose with a quizzical look on her face. "Oh?"

"Yeah, the boys are circumcised. He said they don't generally do that over here. Besides it was a give away when they started yelling to each other. American English. That was the frosting there. You don't really mind him taking pictures?"

"No have at it. Like I said, if you want a pose tell them. If you want an erection tell which ever to make themself hard."

"How long have you been over here?" Lisa asked.

"Why do you ask?"

"You don't mind us asking them to make themselves hard?"

"No, one of the little girls will be glad to help with that task. Just click away."

Lisa left to return to her husband with a big smile on her face. Sammy started slowly toward where Sharon was sitting. He was sporting an erection and George was busily cramming jpegs on the disk in his digital not missing the long penis bouncing with every step. "Aunt Sharon?"

"What is it, Honey? Why the long face?"

"Can I ask you something?"

Sharon took his bare hips in her hands and raised her eyes to make contact with the very pensive little boy. "Sure, Honey, what is it?"

"If a man makes his stuff go inside of a boy, can the boy get pregnant?" a tear trickled down his cheeks.

With that Sharon guided him so the side of the lounge chair and then pulled him down on her lap. She wrapped her arms lovingly around the boy and hugged him for a minute. "No, Sammy. You'd have to be a girl to get pregnant." The boy sobbed and she held him.

"If a boy had some of that stuff inside of him, what happens to it. Does it stay in there forever?"

"No, Baby, it comes out when he goes to the bathroom. His body doesn't want it in there. Why are you asking these questions?"

"I don't know."

She pulled this head into her shoulder and patted his bare bottom as he cried more. After a moment she began to rock him with her upper torso as she held his in a very affectionate way. "You know, Sammy, when bad things happen, you can talk about them and other people can help you make the bad feelings go away. Do you want to talk about it? If you do, Aunt Sharon won't share what you say. Only you can share it. Anything we say belongs to you and not to me. Is that fair?"

"It's nothing."

Then patting his bottom a little harder she said, "Okay, but remember we can talk secretly whenever you want. Why don't you and Steven go get a Coke or something. Here, here's some change."

He left to join Steven to go into the refreshment area off the pool. As he did, Sharon mumbled to herself, "Stupid, Bitch, I told her. I told her." Her reverie was broken as her son approached. "Mom we're naked we can't go in there naked."

"Why not?"

"It's a restaurant."

"Its okay, Steven, they're used to naked little boys around here. Besides, it isn't a restaurant. It's a snack bar. Go on now. Oh, and both of you. See that man over there?" She pointed at George. Both boys nodded. "He's taking pictures of naked boys. You both are to pose any way he wants. Understand?"

"Mom, I don't want him taking pictures of me naked. He might put them on the internet. Then all the kids back home will see me."

"Oh, Steven, they're going to see you anyway. I wouldn't worry about that. But you did understand. After all we don't want him to get pictures of four little boys getting their asses busted do we?"

"No, Ma'am,"

"Good now go before I change my mind about the Cokes." Turning to the see the twins and the girls splashing she hollered, "Shaqueta and Jamie come over here. You can come too Karen."

"Ma'am?" Jamie was first to respond.

"Here, you and Shaqueta take the sunscreen over there by those two people and put it on the twins. Be sure to rub it on their little penises and bags until their hard okay?" Both girls nodded. "Be sure they man gets some good pictures of you putting it on them, too."

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Hey, George and Lisa, they're coming at ya' get the camera out."

The little girls pulled the twins out of the pool and told them they had to get sunscreen on. They each pulled one over to where the Michiganders were sitting. They began rubbing the cream on them and the little boys penises didn't disappoint. George just kept clicking away. Close-ups from this angle and that were taken. Jamie turned to George and said something. He smiled and nodded his head yes. Then she made Teddy bend over and shoved her creamed up finger right up his ass. George couldn't get enough. Lisa seeing that just gawked with her mouth opened. Seeing the attention it got, Jamie did the same to Timmy. Karen just stayed in the water at the side of the pool watching the activity.

"Karen, Karen."

Karen responded to Sharon's call. She swam across the pool and got out. Dripping and shivering a little she stood before her "Aunt" and said, "What did you want?"

"Honey, here's ten dollars. When they finished the little show over there, take them to the refreshment stand and get them something to drink."

"Okay, thanks, Aunt Sharon."

"Oh, and find out what the big boys are up to while you're there."

"I will." She quickly stepped around the pool to where the little ones were still providing photo ops for Lisa and George. Jamie was yanking on Timmy's penis and he was complaining. George was just clicking away. Karen's arrival broke up the little show. George waved over at Sharon and hollered, "Thanks, that was great."

"Don't mention it."

"Come on kids, we've got to go up and get ready. The show is in three hours and you've got to get rested and bathed. Boys let's go, Karen, Shaqueta and Jamie up to the room." Sharon rounded up the children and returned to the rooms.

"Karen you and the girls bathe the boys and make sure you get their little butt holes clean as a whistle we don't want any brown stains showing around the string. Use your fingers push them in and rub them in and out real good. Be sure to use the finger nail brush around the outside of the hole too. I don't want to see anything but pink and white, except for Sammy. Then I want pink and light brown. Got it?" Andrea ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am. Let's go boys. I'll get the Steven and Sammy in this bathroom and your two take the twins to the one in that room. Remember shove those fingers up their butt holes. Ream 'em out real good. Here take this finger nail brush and scrub around the holes. Use it on their penises too. Make 'em really clean." Karen instructed her understudies.

"Not too rough with the brush on their penises or testicles girls, we don't want them irritated for the show." Susan suggested.

"Okay ladies, the girls have the boys in control and now we pop the cork on that wine Donnie left for us. We'll get half way snockered." Andrea grabbed the corkscrew and opened the bottle.

"Hey, save the cork. I've got an idea for the boys." Susan shouted.

"Yeah, that might be cute," Marjorie was on the same thought. "When the show is over, we'll shove some of those corks up their asses."

"You two? Geezzzzzz? Are your minds always in the gutter?" Andrea asked. "Where do you want me to put them?"

In the bathroom Karen was engaged in cleaning the two older boys. "Sammy suck Steven until its hard so I can wash it properly."

"I can make him hard with my hand, Karen. Do I have to suck him. That's not right for another boy to do." Sammy begged.

"I said suck him. If I hear another word I'll soap it up first. How'd that be?"

Sammy knelt in the tub and grabbed Steven's already erect penis, "Look it's hard already."

"I said suck it. Get busy." She slapped Sammy's bare bottom hard enough to make him yell.

Putting Steven's penis in his mouth he began sucking and licking. Steven just stared off in space as the boy worked his phallus with his mouth. "Suck hard Sammy, I don't have all day."

Steven began to shutter and shake and his breathing got heavy. His muscles tensed as he work through and orgasm. "Okay that's good Sammy. Let me at him before he loses the hard on." She took her soaped up hands and began stroking the boy's penis. Eventually she worked on his scrotum. "Okay, Steven, down on your back and get those legs up so I can get the hole clean." Without argument the boy lay down on his back and hiked his legs up holding them from behind each knee. Karen soaped her finger and abruptly shoved it up his hole. Steven grunted from the pain of the immediate intrusion. She worked it back and forth and soaped it again returning to the boy's lower bowel. The massage of the prostate brought his penis back to life. "Sammy hand me that brush."
Taking the nail brush with the stiff bristles she soaped it up and began to scrub around the anus.

"ooowwww, owwww, owwww, Karen that hurts, stop!" the boy's protests were met with a sharp slap to his well exposed buttocks.

"Shut up Steven. Just keep the mouth shut." She resumed the scrubbing. "If you cleaned yourself better I wouldn't have to do this. Then she pulled on the skin of his scrotum and began scrubbing it with the brush. Stretching out the erect penis she scrubbed the shaft. It was evident it hurt as Steven's teeth were tightly clenched. Then she stated on the glans. As the bristles entered the urethra opening Steven again screamed n pain. That too was met with a forceful slap which caught him on the testicles. He quickly resorted to the fetal position. "Okay, Sammy your next. Steven get on his dick right now."

"What?"

"I said suck him hard. Let's go get busy." Putting Sammy's brown dick in his mouth, though uncomfortable was getting easier. He'd had to suck him on many previous occasions. "While you're at it lick out his hole for me so I don't have to work so hard."

"You didn't make him do it to me."

"No, but I'm telling you to do it to him. Get that tongue in the hole now." Bending forward he began to work his friends anus with his tongue. "Deeper Steven push it in there." Sammy began to groan with the pleasure of the experience. His penis remained hard a rock. "Okay move away Steven." She began by scrubbing the penis with the brush and Sammy complained, which of course was answered by a sharp slap to his testicles. He too retreated into the fetal position. "Sammy, get back on your back now or I'll get the belt." She finished up by shoving three of her fingers up his hole and oscillating them. His complaints were ignored. Okay get out and dry off then get over to the mothers so they can inspect you.

As they entered the room the ladies were drinking wine. Both of you on your back and pull those legs up. Let's make sure you're clean. The boys complied and passed inspection. Karen went in to check on the younger team.

"All right let's go. Marjorie would you get the unworn thongs, shorts and shirts? I left them in the other room. Karen get them dressed in the thongs and shirts for the trip to the auditorium. Mr. Milfinger wants us to come around the back so there isn't a 'sneak peek' at our design. He said the ladies in make up will need some time to do their little dicks, balls and butt so they show well. Oh, I almost forgot, boys, all four of you take these pills right now so they're working when we get there." Andrea was nervous about the show.

"What are these?" Sammy asked as he fingered the blue pill.

"Sammy, they're to make your little peepee hard for the show." Andrea didn't have time to reason.

"Why does my dick need to be hard?" Sammy asked.

Andrea was further flustered by the boy's questioning, "Karen, make sure he takes the pill. If he doesn't, whip the living day lights out of his ass. I've been assured the make-up ladies can cover the damage."

"I'm not taking this," Sammy insolently remarked. "I don't want people laughing at me because my dick is hard. Besides, it just points out from under the thong thing if it's hard."

Karen cherished the remark, "Sammy get over here and get everything off. It's time for a little attitude adjustment." Karen snapped a doubled over belt against her thigh.

"I'll take the pill. I just don't want to."

"Too late, you little shit, get your ass over here." Karen was almost drooling at the opportunity.

"Come on, Karen. Don't be a bitch. Give him a break." Steven enjoined Sammy's pleading.

"Oh, okay, Steven, you're next after him. I don't need that from you either. Why can't you two be more like the twins?"

Both of whom were now complying with genital massages after having taken their pills. Shaqueta, was making circular motions over Teddy's tight little sack as his penis sprung to life and Jamie was tugging on Timmy's already erect penis. "Can we stop to watch Sammy and Steven get their spankings?" Jamie whined.

"I guess so. Timmy and Teddy get over here." The boys complied with Karen's order. They were especially compliant as she stood there with the belt. "Lie down and put each other penises in your mouth. Do it now."

The boys assumed the sixty nine position and quickly complied engulfing each others penis.

"You suck each other until I'm done with these boys. If I catch you stopping I'll whip you too. Now get to pumping. Harder Teddy. Suck harder!" As the boys began sucking audible sounds emanated from their mouths. "There that ought to keep them hard while you watch these two get the stripes of their lives. We'll see just how good those make- up people are."

"Pleeeeezzzzz, Karen, I was just kidding. I'll take the pill. Here watch." Sammy popped the pill in his mouth and swallowed. Then he said, "See?" and stuck his tongue out and wiggled it around to show he'd complied.

"That's what you should have done first. Now bend over the bed, both of you." Karen ordered. Sammy had tears as he pleaded to be let off the hook. Steven started to cry as well.

"It's not fair. I took the damn pill. Why do I have to get a spanking?"

"Because, Steven, you couldn't keep yourself out of someone else's business. Now, get over the bed both of you. If I have to repeat myself it'll be twenty five each instead of the fifteen I was going to give you. One, two, thr…' As she counted both preteens bent over the bed with their knees on the floor and their faces buried in the comforter.

Snapppp, the belt made contact with Sammy's backside, snnnnnnaaaaappppp the second stripe appeared. Snaapppppp, again the belt made contact, Sammy screamed with the sharp pain of the third stripe. "What are you doing Karen? Why are the boys getting a beating now?" Sharon entered the room.

"Well, Sammy wouldn't take the pill without a fight and Steven there joined in the argument. Mom said we could stripe them good. The make-up people could cover it up. Soooo," snnnnaaaapppp again the belt made contact and Sammy cried in pain.

Sharon, not wanting to undermine the twelve year old's authority pointed at another strap hanging on the towel hook of the open bathroom door. "We don't have time for this. Give me that belt over there and I'll get started on Steven while you finish up Sammy." Shaqueta brought the belt to her. "Steven you piss me off something awful at times like this." Snaaappppp the belt made contact and Steven joined in the screaming. For the next twelve contacts the belts alternated the loud snaps only to be outdone by the constant screams and crying of Sammy and Steven. Both boys' bottoms were well reddened with stripes of a deep crimson. Shaqueta reached down and felt her brother's backside.

"Yep, he's real hot." She nodded her approval to Karen. As Sharon finished up the final swats her son had earned.

"Fifteen, right?" She actually asked her "neice".

"Yep, fifteen was what I told them." Karen agreed.

Both boys were covered in snot and tears. Their faces were red as they were instructed to get up and join the twins. Within three minutes the whole entourage was waiting for the elevator. The thong strap that merely rode up their butt crack left both cheeks in clear view of anyone who wanted to inspect two well tanned boys.

When they arrived at the auditorium both Steven and Sammy could feel their reddened asses as they peeled them off the leather seats, still searing from the beating. As they entered the auditorium Milfinger turned them around. "Oh, my! What the hell happened to you two? Oh no matter, girls, girls," he motioned to the make-up team. "See what you can do for these bottoms and do make sure the little glans is colored stunningly. We want their boyhoods on display for certain." Then he took a pensive pose, "On second thought, leave their butts as they are. It kind of wreaks of 'boy'. Those naughty little buttocks striped like that. Let's leave them like that. Perhaps we can give them a few refresher swats before they walk the ramp. Yes, why not. Girls whip them five or six times with," he pulled a lamp cord out of the outlet and quickly jerked the other end free of the lamp. "this". He then handed the lamp cord to the women. "That should put some color in those cute little asses."

Seeing that and hearing the order barked, Steven began crying again. Both he and Sammy were not touched by the make-up people except for a little blush added to their dick heads and ball sacks. The new thongs were placed on them and they and the twins, who had been touched up front and back, were ushered to their positions for going on stage. One of the heavy set make up women took the lamp cord and took aim at Steven's bottom. There was a whistle and a sting worse than any he'd experienced before. It took him by surprise. As he struggled to move while screaming in pain, the heavy set woman grabbed his arm and quickly administered five more leaving very distinct red cuts across their already pink background of the boys butt cheeks. Steven fell to the floor as the woman continued to stripe him. Two of the lashes wrapped around his thighs leaving stripes on previously untouched territory. Steven could hardly get back to his feet he hurt so badly.

Then she grabbed Sammy as he tried to pull away. Karen caught him and helped force him into a whippable position. Sharon eventually gave a hand and the cord made its presence known not six but eight times. "The extra two were for fighting with us you little brat." The woman scolded. Both boys were crying and the snot was flowing as they were told to walk down the ramp slowly so everyone could admire their boy parts and then to walk back very slowly to give them a good view of a little boy's punished bottom. "If you go too fast, I'll use this cord again and perhaps we'll have to do the front because there doesn't seem to be room for many more stripes on your asses. Understand?"

Both boys though still crying loudly nodded their understanding as they strode out onto the stage with their younger models—Timmy and Teddy who'd already gotten "ooooo"s and "Ahhhhhh's" for their mesh thongs. "And aren't those little weeweeies and nice touch. I mean they are so cute and pinchable." The commentator was finishing up with the twins as the bigger boys came out still snorting at the runny noses with red tear drenched faces. As soon as the walked down the ramp the audience snickered. As they turned to show their bottoms, there was a round of laughter and moans as most of those present shook their heads in a sign of approval. The announcer said, "And, yes, ladies and gentlemen. Steven and Sammy here demonstrate that boys who wear these thongs are always ready for a spanking. No pants or underwear to remove just cut loose with your favorite correction tool." Then he finished with a comical "oooouuuuccccchhhhh!" and everyone laughed.

The boys were quickly changed to the shorts and mesh shirts and returned to the stage. The luminous colors of the shorts drew quite and applause.

There was quite an acclaim expressed by the crowd as the boys came out for an encore, Sammy and Steven had been changed back into their thongs and the little boys wore the shorts. "We need to get back to basics and these women have nailed it. Little boys don't need to be modest. Let's get them in to shorter shorts and show their little packages. They are just the sweetest things, don't you agree." The woman co-host smiled as she spoke into the mike, she held her hand out to acknowledge the boys. The crowd responded with a standing ovation which included whistles and shouts of 'bravo, bravo'.

"Well ladies the little studs showed quite well. There was quite the acclaim about making boys shorts very short. It's kind of a complete reversal of the current fashions. But, the real hit was the mesh thong. Everyone felt boys parts should be displayed prominently the world over. I congratulate you on a very successful design. Now, how much?" Donny was ready to talk business.

"Excuse me?" Andrea asked.

"How much do you want for the design rights? I want to buy it from you."

"Well, we haven't really thought about it. Let us have a little meeting over there and we'll let you know if we want to sell it." Andrea turned to the others, "Ladies" she motioned toward the far corner of the room.

After arriving at the corner Andrea began, "How much? Don't worry he's ours."

"It'd be nice to have a million each, wouldn't it," Marjorie suggested.

"Yeah, but how about a cut from the profits? I mean its Milfinger. He overprices his stuff just to put the little logo on it. And, most of the world buys his stuff just because they want their kids to be fashionable." Sharon added.

"Okay how about a million each and ten percent of the first two years profits?" Susan summarized the discussion.

"Let's go for twenty percent." Andrea countered. "We can get close to that guaranteed."

"You keep saying that guaranteed. Do you know something we don't?" Marjorie asked.

"Just let me handle it." Andrea was determined. She left the girls in the corner and approached Milfinger. "Okay, we need a mill apiece and we want 20 percent of the first two years profits."

"Ouch!" Milfinger countered, "I don't think so, how about two million total and ten percent for the first two years?"

"We'll go a mill each and ten percent of the first two years," Andrea negotiated.

"I think that's a little steep."

"Well let me sweeten the pot. You get the design of the boys' short shorts, the mesh thong and matching shirt and I don't go to the authorities about what you did to Sammy. How's that?"

Milfinger choked on his wine, "His mother stood there and watched the whole thing."

"Well, it's her word against yours. And we have photos of the boys anus stretched out of shape and I must admit we have a scraping which I'm sure contains some semen. You know with DNA the way it is, it won't be hard to nail you with it. Do we have a deal or do I go to the police?"

"You fucking set me up! You bitches set me up! Look I don't take kindly to black mail."

"But I do. So what is it? Do we have a deal or do you go to jail and we talk to Melvin Cline over there? He'll buy it."

"Okay, okay. A million each and ten percent for the first two years. I'll have the papers over at the hotel tomorrow morning. You know you're a real bitch."

"You got that wrong. I'm a rich bitch. And you might consider keeping that thing in your pants rather than in some ten year old asshole, Asshole." Andrea smiled and returned to the ladies.

"It's a done deal. A million each and ten percent of all profits for the first two years."

"Shit, Andrea! How'd you pull that off?" Susan asked.

"Let's just say you did more than you think in helping me pull that off and leave it at that."

The End

During the summer of 2008, almost over night, boys shorts styles shifted from mid calf to mid thigh or shorter. The legs were loose fitting and knee socks were replaced by 'peds'. A new trend was also introduced through the Milfinger advertising. Boys were wearing them year round once again. It was reminiscent of forties Europe, where little boys wore shorts no matter what the season. The bare legs of prepubescent boys were now seen sticking out from under heavy winter attire.

At the pools and beaches mesh thongs became more common. The almost immediate acceptance in Europe was beginning to come to the more puritanical Anglo cultures. Mothers were giving in to their secret joy of seeing their little boys' equipment on display. By the end of three years, most swim teams had changed from the Speedo to the new Milfinger Mesh. Unexplainably, there also began a resurgence of families making their prepubescent sons swim and recreate in the nude.

The school adopted the shorts and thongs for the boys' uniform, as did many others in the district. Mesh thongs were used in physical education classes through middle school. If a boy forgot his thong, he had to participate nude. Yes, modesty for little boys everywhere disappeared in a matter of three years. Other designers were quick to shift to the new styles, but Milfinger held on to the mesh as an exclusive.

The End.