Strings and Sacks, Inc.

Strings and Sacks, Inc. - Chapter 4
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 4

"Well, Steven, you must have been a bad little boy, huh? Mommy's got you nude again." Karen answered the door with a sarcastic remark. "Oh, a boner, my Steven you must have forgotten, I've already seen it, played with it, got the t- shirt as they say so why are you so aroused?"

"Karen, knock it off," Andrea came to greet her friend and her "adopted" nephew. "Hi, Steven, guess she was right about two things. You must be in trouble again and that long little staff of yours is stiff as a rock."

Jamie ran into the hallway. She was wearing a pair of cotton panties and nothing else. "Hi, Steven, where's your clothes?"

"Jamie, why don't you grab Steven's penis and pull him out to the pool? I need to talk to Aunt Sharon about our new business?" Andrea was about to escalate the children's exploration.

"I'll do it," Karen was quick to grab it.

"Mom said me. She said I was supposed to do it. Let go Karen." Upset with her sister she began prying at her hands as Karen, determined not to lose her possession squeezed harder. Steven's penis was being twisted and pulled like never before.

"Oww, oww, hey, let go. Mom they're hurting me." Steven's cries were met with,

"Girls, girls, don't fight there will be plenty of his boy parts to go around. There'll be some fresh meat here at ten. Jamie they're your age. You might even know them I think they go to your school." The little one pacified, Sharon turned to the older sister, "Karen I did hear your mother tell Jamie to do it. So let go and let her have it."

"Mommm. You're going to let them do that to me?" Steven complained.

"Yes, Steven and I have a few more treats for them up my sleeve, so you better be on good behavior."

Jamie latched on and jerked the boy by his erect penis. He followed in small short steps all the way out to the pool. Having watched the process and commented on how cute that looked, Andrea took her interest in Steven's body a step further.

"You know Sharon we need to work on his erections. I mean we can't have him walking around erect all the time. He must learn to control them. What happens when we make him model our thongs and he walks down the runway raising a tent? Besides, if we want to sway the Puritans an erection will destroy all of our persuasion. On the other hand, if we show that we can train the children out of sexual behaviors the Puritans will buy on hook line and sinker."

"Andrea, if there's one thing I've learned having a son, it's that his penis is unpredictable. He'll have a boner over nothing. It just happens. I'm not sure he can control it. Besides, when he 'walks down the runway raising a tent' (mimicking Andrea's comment), the mothers present will fight the almost uncontrollable urge any self-respecting female would have to play with it."

Perturbed by her friend's mimicking Andrea responded, "Well, he won't have control if we don't at least try to teach him to."

"What exactly do you suggest?"

"Well, we could give Karen a ruler and tell her, if it gets hard to beat it with the ruler. Or we could let Jamie bend a plastic one back and snap it on his balls when he gets an erection. Even better we could make him jerk himself off. Wouldn't that be fun? We could even set it up so he gets some practice. The girls fondle him causing an erection then one of them beats the shit out of his penis or testicles. When it goes down, they fondle him again and the process could go on ad infinitum."

"Do you really think that's a good idea, though? Snapping his balls might really hurt him and as far as jerking off, I'm not sure he's old enough to be shooting anything so do you think that would work? I mean look his balls are still pretty tight in the sack."

"I was reading boys' balls are sensitive but far from delicate. He can take it. We could at least keep an eye out and if it looked dangerous we could stop it. And, I'm not sure he has to shoot anything to get relief from playing with it. You know those little dry orgasms are cute to watch, too. It's going to hurt sales if he's always tenting when he's on display. Let's do some training now."

"Actually, I find it a sales point demonstrating how their little dicks can be monitored better in our thongs so appropriate training can be give. But, if you insist we'll train him. You need to instruct the girls and I'll stand there to let Steven know I agree and that he must comply with the new program."

The mothers went out to poolside where a half naked seven year old was putting sunscreen on an eleven year old scrotum. "Look he's letting me put this on him without yelling at me for touching him. Mommy, his wiener gets real hard when it put the lotion on here."

"Yes, Jamie he's learning he has to do what you girls tell him. And, I'm glad you're learning how his boy parts work, Jamie. Both of you girls come over here. I have a way you can help us and help Steven at the same time." Andrea was breathing heavier as she thought about the plan she was about to present to her girls.

"Steven you need to come over here and listen to Aunt Andrea too. She is going to explain a new training program for you." Sharon alerted he erect son.

Andrea began, "You see how hard Steven's penis is? It sticks straight out and sometimes it flips up it's so hard. That is called and erection. Little boys need to be trained when to have them and when not to. In front of us it might be okay, but at other peoples' houses or in public it isn't a good idea. People don't like it. So, we have to help Steven get control of making it soft when it shouldn't be hard."

Jamie interrupted, "But Mom I like it when it's hard. That's my favorite time to touch it."

"I like it that way too, Mom." Karen chimed in.

"I didn't say you shouldn't play with it while it's hard, did I? But when you're finished playing with your iPod what do you do, Karen?"

"I turn it off."

"Right. Well, when you are finished playing with his penis you need to start turning it off."

"How in the world will we do that?" Karen asked with an air of disbelief.

"Yeah, Mom his peepee doesn't have a button on it." Jamie joined the skepticism.

"Well one way is to spank it when it gets hard. Another is to spank his little sack. When you do it will make a sharp pain run though his body and that will make the erection go away. Here watch. Come over here Steven." The boy reluctantly complied facing Andrea and the girls with a boner which paralleled the floor. "Hands on your head," Andrea ordered. Again the boy complied. Then Sharon gently cradled his scrotum in her left hand and without warning snapped his testicles with the index finger of her right hand. The resulting pain caused Steven to buckle in half, holding his testicles he fell to the floor clutching them and rolling around groaning. After a minute or two of rolling in pain as he tried to comfort himself, he stood back up and the erection had subsided. "You see? Magic. His peepee is soft now. But it will get hard again. And, when it does, it's up to you girls to turn it off if you don't want it on. Okay?"

"Yeah, Mom, but do we have to do it that way?" Karen asked.

"No, here's a whistle lanyard. If it's you Karen, make him put his hands behind his back and just whip the fire out of his hard penis. Spank it until you 'turn it off'. Now, if it's you Jamie, he is to lie on his back with his feet up toward his head and you take this ruler and bend it back like this and then let it go so it hits his bag here." She instructed her daughter while pressing her finger into an area between Steven's testicles.

"Oooooo, Mom, I can't wait for it to get hard again," Jamie rubbed her hands together like she had just cooked up an evil potion.

"Well, that's the thing. You don't have to wait long. You can turn it on by playing with it. Just rub and gently pull on it for a couple of minutes and it'll get hard. Then you can turn it off and start all over again." Then charging Steven with his part, "When either of the girls do that to you Steven, it's your job to try to keep it from getting hard. You don't want it to get hard. At least you won't after a few corrections, I'm sure. Shall we try? Karen, why don't you make him hard? Just feel his penis and testicles for a minute or two."

Karen reached for the boy's penis and he pulled back and protected himself. There was a sudden loud slap followed by the pink hand print of his mother. "You let her do it, young man. If you don't she'll use the belt on your ass to make her point and then she'll do your penis anyway."

Reluctantly, the boy pulled his hands away and Karen began rubbing. Slowly, the penis came alive. "Keep going Karen, make it good and hard." The girl was stroking it up and down and fingering the glans. All this attention aroused Steven to the point he felt his penis would push out through the engorged tip."

"Here," she handed her daughter the braided vinyl lanyard. "Steven hands behind your back and push your peepee forward." Not realizing why he was being made to stand in such a vulnerable position, he complied. "Now, Karen, hit it as hard as you can with the lanyard. You must give him as many as it takes to make it go soft.. Nothing less. Go ahead."

Snaaaaappppp. The lanyard made contact with the shaft actually wrapping itself around the hardened penis. The accompanying stinging sesnesation was followed by a pink stripe. Karen pulled on the lanyard to free it causing a momentary constriction and yanking on the reddened appendage.

"Okay, Karen keep going."

The barrage began as soon as the instruction was given. On the fourth snap the boy's eyes swelled with tears and the bawling began. By the sixth his phallus was hot, red and relaxed.

"Now, either of you can do this without the lanyard by just finding one of his testicles inside his bag and pinching it hard or snapping it with the plastic ruler. It will make him scream and roll around like he did when Mommy flicked his bag, remember?" She gave an alternative approach. "Was that the door bell?"

"I'll get it," Sharon was on her way followed by a curious little seven year old. On opening the door there stood Marjorie with two completely nude and identical little boys. Right down to the little hard-ons. "Why Marjorie they're beautiful."

"Oh look, it's Jamie," the boy on his mother's left acknowledged, the boys' hands immediately cupped their groins to protect the visual invasion of a girl they recognized from their class the year before.

"What are Teddy and Timmy doing here?" She asked.

"Oh you know my boys?" Marjorie inquired.

"Yeah, they were in my class last year."

"Well, small world isn't it boys? And, take your hands away from those penises now. How can…" she looked at Jamie.

"Jamie," Sharon introduced.

"How can Jamie look at them when you cover them? Why she'll want to examine them too I'm sure, won't you Jamie?" Marjorie loved the humiliation of her sons.

"Can we make them stay naked while they're here?" Jamie requested while she looked them over.

"Sure, Jamie. We'll just do that." Marjorie ushered the boys in.

Sharon took the boys and their mother out to the pool deck and introduced them to Karen, Andrea, and Steven. Sharon introduced Karen as the chief babysitter and mentioned she had disciplinary authority with the belt over Steven while the adults were not present. Marjorie told the twins that she would have the same authority over them if the women weren't present.

"We were just teaching the girls how to turn boys' erections on and off. If Steven is going to model the thongs we can't have him running around with rogue stiffies, can we?" Andrea teased as she flicked his now erect penis again. "You girls take the boys to the pool and don't forget the sunscreen. We'll continue the instruction on turning them off later."

The women adjourned to the house.

"Oh, I hope you don't mind, but I found these wonderful mesh shirts for the boys. She opened a shopping bag and pulled them out. I just love them. Oh, I bought an extra one so we could cut it to make the sacks for their little thongs. What do you think? If you could make the string parts from a solid piece and keep the mesh part people could see their little 'beans and wieners' all the time. They won't like it, but their embarrassment is part of the thrill." Marjorie looked to the other women for affirmation of the last part of her statement.

"They're only seven," Sharon reasoned.

"Almost eight. On the 17th of next month they'll be eight," Marjorie was almost defensive as she had misinterpreted her new friend's remark.

Catching the defensiveness, Sharon clarified, "Okay their eight, they're way too young to be so modest."

"More importantly, they're boys, so they shouldn't be allowed any modesty," Andrea.

"Exactly," Marjorie agreed.

Andrea fingered the new nylon type material. "Mesh, what a great idea. It's the ultimate tease. You can see the goodies, but they're just out of reach. What a wonderful tease. Let's make one for Steven, too. What do you think, Sharon?"

"I love it." Sharon was excited with the mental visual she was getting.

Marjorie pulled out a large manila envelope from the bag and opened it. "I hope you don't mind, but I saw the popularity these thongs have with mothers. I think we all secretly want our boys' jewels to be on display or at the very least their beautiful legs and bare asses. So, I have worked on some marketing ideas. These are sketches of what we can do with the three boys modeling the thongs."

"Oh, this could really make us rich. I mean look at these ideas. An order brochure, a sign for stores that carry the line, she has sketches of life size cut outs for boys clothing departments, and look a catalog. I'm truly excited. We can knock off a thong in an hour, but if we go into production we can pre-cut the sacks. I wonder if we couldn't get the strings supplied by some supplier. I'll bet we could mass produce these at one every fifteen minutes the way we're set up now."

"Girls, time is money let's make the mesh thongs first I want to see how they look." Marjorie joined right in.

After sewing for an hour, Andrea went to the window and shouted to the girls, "Jamie, bring Teddy up here. Just pull him by his little handle."

Jamie grabbed the boy's erect penis and walnut sized sack in one hold causing him to grunt in discomfort. She pulled him toward the house. Momentarily both children were standing in the sewing room.

Marjorie slipped the thong on her son. As she went to tie the bow on the side, she gave an extra hard jerk causing a minor wedgie as the boy complained. "Mom, that string is in my butt crack."

"That's where it's supposed to be Teddy. Quit complaining."

"But it's too tight."

Andrea ran her finger down the boy's cleft and remarked, "We probably should add another inch to the ass strap. It is a little tight. Let's have a look at the front."

Turning the child around the women were ecstatic. "Oh my God, Steven has to have five or six of these. That's all I'm going to let him wear this summer. To hell with shorts. Just look that little hard on caught in a net. Oh look you can see the little cut under his glans. Isn't that sweet? What a great idea, Marjorie."

"I like it because he and his brother's little peters will tan up with the rest of their bodies. I'll have to make them stay nude at times to give them a little more sun exposure, but when we're in public these will be great."

Andrea added, "Well, they will also help us with erection control. We can see them as they harden and we can provide the necessary incentive to make them stop. But really I can't wait to see what happens to the mesh when Steven 'tents' it. No offense, Marjorie, but Teddy and Timmy's little two inchers are cute and inviting but not quite as impressive as Steven's long ones."

"Oh, no offense taken. He is bigger than most little boys. Sharon I must admit he's one well hung little boy. I believe I'd have to keep him nude all the time, but I guess public attitudes what they are the thong is the next best thing." Marjorie agreed.

"Your boys' little caps are about as clean a cut as Steven's though. I do like how well pronounced their little heads are. Those little pee holes are so cute when they are staring out at you. I just love to look at them. Geezzz I wish I'd had a boy." Andrea lamented.

"Well, dear, you have Steven. Next to me he sees you as a mother." Sharon attempted to cheer her up.

"Let's get back to work. I want a mesh one for Steven. I'm going to take him to the grocery store in it. I want to watch him squirm in embarrassment as all those people stare. The beach will be fun, but the real thrill is exposing him in places where other kids are usually clothed more fully."

"You know the girls and I get to come along. We'd like it too." Andrea was getting excited.

Marjorie rejoined the conversation, "We could make it a threesome. You could also stop at the Clothing Mart and buy him a matching shirt.

"Well, those shirts need some altering too. They need to be hemmed above the waist. We don't want to cover the penis up too much or people won't have a good a view." Andrea pointed out. "Jamie, Honey, let's practice. Turn Teddy's wiener off." With that Jamie reached down to the little boy's scrotum selected a testicle and pinched hard. Completely oblivious to his classmate's intentions the little boy watched as she pinched his right testicle. He immediately screamed, teared up and fell to the floor closing into the fetal position. When he got up his erection had subsided. "Very good, Jamie. You did it. Now, take him back down to the pool."

"I'm impressed." Marjorie announced as she shook her head side to side.

The sewing machine began to hum. Within the hour the first thong had been altered and a slightly larger one had been constructed for Steven.

Opening the window, Sharon observed Karen rubbing Steven's penis as she said, "I can turn it on," as she kept rubbing and it hardened. "And I can turn it off," as she raised the lanyard Steven yelled, "No don't hit it with that. Please Kar…" Before he could complete his plea the plastic rope had wrapped itself around his penis three times. One of the hits had to have included a testicle as the pain reaction was very pronounced.

"I hate to interrupt, but we need all three boys up here now." Sharon called to Karen. She immediately began rounding them up.

The twins were fitted with the mesh models first, then Steven. All three were lined up for inspection. "Let us see the fronts. Hands on your heads." Timmy was slow to react until Karen reached down and slapped his bare ass.

"My mother said hands on your head. Do it, Timmy."

With that Marjorie turned to Andrea and asked, "Can I take her home with me?"

"No, but she baby sits."

"Well she just picked up a new client. If she'll spank them, I'll use her."

"Oh she won't work with boys, if the parents won't allow her to spank their bare butts. She's right up front with that." Andrea said with pride.

"Turn around boys", Sharon's finger traced the cleft stings to make sure there was enough play, but not so much as to prevent the pouch to press tightly on their testicles. Then she offered an opinion, "Excellent. These are excellent. Steven let me see that penis. Oh my, beyond my wildest wishes."

"Mom, I can't wear this. This is worse than the other one. I mean the other one at least was private unless it got wet."

"Yes, Steven and I got tired of waiting for it to get wet. This way there's no waiting. You'll only wear the mesh thongs from now on. And not just at the beach young man. We're going to let you wear these all the time, even to Little League practice."

"Mom, not practice, the kids will tease me."

"Not my problem son. My problem is my son had developed too much modesty so it's time to take it away. You'll be fine. Besides, most of the boys and the coaches will have seen you in one at the pool, the store or maybe around the neighborhood. Don't worry they'll get used to it."

"Mom please don't. I'll wear it to the beach or the pool, but not Little League. Please, Mom."

"Darned right you wear it to the beach and pool, but you'll also wear it everywhere else this summer. I think I'll ask at the middle school if you can't wear it for gym class."

"Moooommmm. Please."

"Nope it's settled."

Marjorie tried to rub it in further. "Honey, you have a beautiful penis there. I must admit most little boys aren't so well hung. Besides, we've decided that you will be our model for the mesh thong. We're going to take pictures of you and my boys in them and post them everywhere. We'll run ads in the newspaper and even put you up on billboards. Your penis and testicles will literally be the talk of the world."

Steven settled into a pouting session.

"Karen, look his penis is hard," Sharon nodded toward her son's mesh sack. Karen snapped the ruler squarely on his balls and the boy fell to the floor in pain. He rolled back and forth while clutching his jewels.

"Well ladies we need to show them off, don't you think. Let's go shopping." Marjorie was anxious to expose her twins to the world. "When we get done with that we'll run them by the community pool. What do you think?"

"Sounds good to me. Steven, get out to the car." Sharon ordered her now erect son.

"I'm naked. I can't go out there naked. Come on, Mom. Please don't make me do this."

"Is your little peepee hard again? We can fix it or you can go out and get in the car. If we let the girls fix it, you'll have to go out and get in the car anyway. It's up to you, buddy!"

"Mom people will see me. They'll get to see my thing plain as day."

"Yes, they will. Do you remember when we made you wear that thong and you didn't want the girls to see your bare ass? Or when I made you show your bare ass at the pool yesterday? You were all concerned about it, but it wasn't bad now was it? Now, it's time to make sure everyone knows you're all boy. It won't be so bad after a few looks and touches. You'll see. Now, get out to the car. Or Karen will whip the fire out of that boner you're sporting."

Karen began slapping the lanyard against her hand while she smiled a big shit eating grin. "Yeah, Stevie, let me whip that boner of yours. It would make my day!"

"Shut up, Karen," the boy pouted realizing what he had just said and hoping he wouldn't have to pay for the transgression.

"Mom, Aunt Sharon, he just told me to shut up. Did you hear it? I want to whip him with the belt for that."

"Okay, Karen. Get at it quickly, we've got to get to the pool sometime today."

"What about naked time after the whipping? Does he have to be naked at the mall and the pool?" She was conniving as well.

"No Dear, we have to sell boy thongs and he has to model it, maybe some other time. Maybe, we can have a sleep over for your friends and make him spend the weekend nude and a slave to you girls. How would that be?"

"I guess so, but he has to serve naked time for this as well as the whipping."

"Okay, Karen, quit pouting and beat his ass for awhile."

"Steven take off the thong while she whips you. I don't need it getting ripped or damaged." Andrea held her hand out as the boy began to tear up.

"I'll wear it. And Karen can boss me around. Let's just go!" He tried to bow out of the impending spanking.

"No, you were disrespectful to her and she wants to punish you. We have to wait." Sharon acted annoyed at the inconvenience.

With that Marjorie came in with her twins in tow. Neither of the boys had anything other than a mesh thong covering their bodies. Both had hard penises with their little glans' pressing out above the waist strings. "Ladies we need to get the show on the road."

"We have to wait while Karen wears out Steven's backside with a belt. He was disrespectful to her and she's decided he needs a good beating before we leave." Sharon said nonchalantly.

"Oh my, I would love to watch this. It'd be a good display of her ability to keep my two on the straight and narrow when she sits for me. She uses a belt?"

"Yes, and always on the naked bottom—no underpants, no thongs, no nothing." Sharon explained.

"And, I get to pull on his bag and wiener to keep him where he's supposed to be," Jamie was quick to add all but drooling in anticipation.

"Well, Jamie, does that mean I have to hire you too?" Marjorie teased.

"If you like what you see, Jamie should be my assistant. Steven, go over to the chair and let Jamie get her grip on things. And, you best do it now. I don't want to wait." Karen's words were punctuated by the snap of the belt as the doubled ends were pushed together then sharply pulled apart. With a low sob and tears coming down his cheeks the naked eleven year old placed his hands to either side of the seated seven year old. She grabbed his penis with her right hand and his bag and its contents with her left. "Steven, legs apart. More. More. Okay, don't move or Jamie with hurt the front while I hurt the back." With that there was a whooosssshhh and the belt slapped his bare cheeks with a loud snap. A pink stripe appeared almost immediately. Then another followed. First, a white line that turned to pink. Another stroke of the belt produced a pink line across its predecessors. Steven hollered out in pain. The sobbing was now full crying. He began begging Karen to stop. Another swing and another red stripe followed.

"Steven quit begging. You're getting eleven. One for each year of your life. Jamie, give him a good squeeze to remind him you're there."

Compliantly the little girl squeezed the boy's scrotum causing pain that usually resulted in dropping to the ground clutching his testicles and writhing around until composure was regained. This time he couldn't. A seven year old had a death grip on his dick and balls and as he moved the belt landed again.

"Hey, Karen, that almost hit my hands. Be careful." Jamie yelled.

"Sorry." The apology was punctuated with another stripe which joined the now darkening stripes from before. More begging and pleading aimed at his mother.

"Mom, make her stop it hurts. It hurts. Pleeeaaaazzz make her stop." He cried sniffing in the snot dripping from his nose as the tears rolled down his red face.

"You need to watch your mouth Steven. She said eleven and eleven it is." Sharon was unsympathetic.

Another slap cracked through the air. The twins were mesmerized by the sight of the older boy getting his ass beaten. Eyes wide they were in awe. Another slap. Over and over the belt met its mark with short pauses between. When she finished, Karen told Jamie to release. As she did so, the basket case of a boy fell to the floor and wept.

Allowing him to regain his composure his mother handed him the mesh thong. "Here it is put it on and quit the problem behavior. Now, you will be walking around town with an ass that is a red and pink plaid. Are you happy with that? All your friends will not only see your package, but they'll get the added treat of seeing your well striped bottom. I hope you're happy."

Still sniffling the boy fumbled with the strings of the thong as he put it back on.

With still wide eyes and somewhat breathless, Marjorie commented. "Well, I wasn't sure whether she could spank. I'm convinced now. She'll do just fine with mine. I'm sure after observing her at work they'll both be angels."

"Well, let's get the show on the road." Andrea ushered the hoard out the front door. "First stop is Cloth World. We've got to buy all the white nylon material we can. Maybe they'll even have bolts of that mesh so we don't have to cut up t-shirts."

"Before we start marketing," Marjorie said as the rode in the van full of kids and adults, "we need a name for our new company. Anyone have ideas?" as she reached over and goosed Steven through is mesh triangle. He winched and gave her a disgusted look still pouting from the ass warming he had received from Karen.

"Hey I have an idea for a name," Karen was ecstatic. "How about Strings and Sacks? It's made of strings to hold up a sack that holds their sacks. Get it?"

"That is kind of cute, but we need to make it clear our product is for boys. Should we call it Stings and Sacks for Boys, Incorporated?"

"No that's kind of long. Maybe we can have a catchy slogan that gets the boy part in? Maybe something like, 'Stings and Sacks, because little boys shouldn't be so modest.' Sharon expounded.

"Ohhh, I like that. It works! By gum that's it. Strings and Sacks because little boys shouldn't be so modest." Andrea repeated the refrain. "Can we put that on the posters and things?"

Marjorie was quick to say, "That's how marketing works—catchy name, catchy slogan and good illustration of the product. One of the keys to a sales campaign is to establish a need for the product and that slogan does it just right. That's a winner. I'll alter the brochure and posters. We'll need to get some pictures of Steven modeling the mesh one so I can get the life size stand-up cutouts for the stores who carry the line and to put on the posters and brochures. We'll also do the twins to show smaller boys need it too. I'd like to get some minority kids to add some racial diversity too. Maybe, we can round up some minority interest at the pool or the city park over the next few days."

The van pulled into the parking lot of the small mall where the Cloth Mart was situated. As it pulled into an available slot, Marjorie further instructed her boys, "Remember, you two keep those hands away we want people to be able to see your penises and testicles. If you cover up I'm going to let the girls practice on you right here in the parking lot. Timmy, push that little pecker back under the mesh."

"I can't Mom, it's hard and keeps pushing right up under this string. I can't make it stay in place. Look," the boy pushes his erect member sideways down into the small patch of mesh and as he releases it, it pokes right back out. "See!"

"Girls, take the boys out to the side of the van and fix that for them." Marjorie was getting aroused at the idea of watching what she had just put in place. As the girls pulled the boys from the van each pulled one of the side bows and the thongs fell loose. Jamie took Timmy by the balls and pinched as hard as she could as Karen followed suit with Teddy. Both fell to the ground screaming and rolling around in the fetal position. The hot asphalt wasn't even noticed by the boys as they rolled. When they had recovered their penises had subsided as they stood and still comforted their little testicles by supporting their nut sacks with their hands.

"Here, girls," Andrea handed them a box of baby wipes, "clean them up a little there's dirt all over them for the rolling around. Then if their soft put the thongs back on them."

Having watched the ordeal through the side window, Steven was rubbing the fire out of his stiffy. Hoping the darn thing would stay contained within the pouch once he'd rubbed it for a while. Unfortunately, he was working it into an even more erect posture. "Steven, do you have a problem?" Andrea asked. It was obvious from her voice she certainly hoped so.

"No Ma'am."

"Well then, get out and remember no covering or the belt will find your already striped ass right here in front of strangers. Understand?" Sharon reinforced her friend's instructions to the twins.

Steven slowly climbed out as if his erection would subside over the time it took to negotiate disembarking the van. To no avail. Quickly, as his sandal covered feet hit the pavement he tried to adjust his hardened penis. As he slid it down into the pouch it stuck out from the side. Very obvious was the swollen head and about two inches of shaft. With that Andrea laughed. "Oh, Sharon, isn't that cute? Look he looks so pathetic."

"Girls", Sharon alerted.

"No, no, please, Sharon lets leave him like that. It would be so cute for trolling around the mall. I mean imagine the attention he'll get even from the men. Let his walk in there like that. Just make him stick it out through the side all the time. What do you think?" Andrea begged.

"Well it is kind of cute."
"If it gets old, we'll let the girls do their thing on it in front of a crowd. Besides, when he falls to the floor in there it'll be that cool terrazzo rather than hot asphalt and when he rolls around on it, maybe it'll shrink his nut sack as well. I'm sure everyone in there will enjoy the show." Andrea added.

Marjorie spoke up, "Let's do it anyway. When we take him in there and attract a crowd we can make a point to tell them how handy these thongs are for erection training. You know, teaching boys to control themselves. Why don't we just take him in, get the crowd gathered, make a short speech about erection training being one selling point, have the girls pull the string and free the boner, then flick, not pinch, but flick his balls. Then when he starts rolling after he stands we can draw there attention to the flaccid dick and say, just like that. And you'll note the young girls were taught how to react automatically so adults didn't have to be present to be consistent."

"That might be a good idea. Steven you've got a ten minute reprieve. Either get it down, or the girls are going to show a bunch of people how they fix your little problem there." Sharon reiterated the game plan to her son.

As they entered the mall other shoppers and their children began pointing and laughing or just standing with wide eyes as the three boys sauntered in front of their parents. As they passed there wasn't a head that didn't turn to follow their movement and catch an eyeful of their little ass cheeks. More than once they could hear little ones saying, "Mommy, Mommy look you can see those boys'…" trying to revert their mothers attention to the scene.

A complete stranger approached the women. She had fire in her eye, "I hope you know that's just abusive. How could you do that to those sweet little boys? Shame on you. I have half a mind to call social services right now and report you."

Andrea replied, "Why the hell don't you just mind your own business lady. How we choose to clothe our kids is none of anyone else's concern. These boys are covered, but more importantly they're learning their little bodies are beautiful and nothing to be ashamed of. We want them to grow up a little less modest about themselves as you apparently did. Tell me, are you really put out by it, or are you trying to fight that inner voice you have saying, 'those little dicks and balls are sooooo cute and look at those sweet little asses'. Oh my God I better incensed because others might see how I'm enjoying it. Face it lady you're a hypocrite, so shut the hell up. Go call whoever you want, we aren't breaking any laws."

Unbeknownst to her a small crowd had gathered while she counter assaulted the rude remarks. When she had finished, there was actually a round of applause from many. Reinforced, she and the boys' mothers ushered them forward. As they approached the hub of the mall there was a small circle of benches. It couldn't be helped, but they were now actually aware of a large following of shoppers. Stopping at the hub Marjorie took over.

"Our boys are wearing the latest in boy fashions from Strings and Sacks. They specialize in one thing, boys' thongs. As you can see these are the mesh models. The strings here as well as the mesh are all nylon."

A male voice from the crowd yelled, "And all revealing, too!" The response was laughter.

"Yes, but that has its benefits. First, their little boy parts will tan up with the rest of their bodies, and by making sure the strings are moved a bit it can make for no tan lines. Viewing a nude consistent tan might even encourage you folks to leave them naked for the enjoyment of others. Of course, most places expect clothing and that's why these provide for covering, but push the envelope of exposure. Another important point is like in the old days, little boys' modesty is a thing of the past. I'm sure most of you would agree little boys shouldn't be entitled to modesty. Right girls?"

A round of applause, whistles and cheers from the women and teenage girls in the group echoed throughout the high roofed, sunlit atrium.

"Now there are other benefits. One of them is erection training. If the boys are wearing these instead of the more opaque suits, you can monitor their penises to make sure they aren't sporting any signs of arousal if you get me drift. See, Steven over there is obviously aroused by the display and we want him to stop letting public viewing cause such a problem. This is accomplished easily. Karen please fix Steven's problem."

The audience watched as the girl approached Steven. She grabbed the bow string almost simultaneously with Steven's effort to protect it from being undone. Karen immediately slapped his bare buttocks so hard the sound reverberated throughout the mall. There were actually some "ooooo"s heard from the crowd as the well outlined pink hand print appeared. Steven quickly moved his hand and the girls completed disrobing him. Then taking his scrotum in her left hand, she bent the index finger of her right hand to contact the tip of her thumb and then forcefully released it onto Steven's right ball. The boy reached for his scrotum and fell to the floor writhing in pain. Again, the crowd let out a mixture of laughs, cat calls and ooooo's.

"And that my friends, will teach Steven his little penis might best stay soft or it might be a painful outcome. You can teach any little girl to do what Karen has just done."

An onlooker shouted a question, "What if he wouldn't allow her to do that? I mean what if he decided to fight her?"

Marjorie answered, "Well then Mom would supervise Karen while she made her point with a belt. If you look closely at Steven's butt cheeks you'll see the remnants of such an argument he had with Karen earlier today. She really tore into him with a wide strap. He doesn't want that to happen again so her reminder slap worked well this time."

Any other questions?
As Steven had recuperated enough to try to replace his thong, the mother of a boy who looked eight or nine shouted, "What store sells those? I think I have another client!"

The boy with a pout lightly punched his mother's arm.

"I have order forms with me. Right now they're mail order. But if you buy multiples of the same size, you'll get a discount. They're currently $25 each with a flat $5 shipping for no matter how many you order. We are looking at the price going up ten dollars next month."

"Well I for one want a few. I think that's all I'll let him wear this summer. He's a looker in a Speedo. Imagine what he'll be like in one of those?" The mother came forward to get a copy of the order form. As she did she asked, "What colors are available?"

"Well currently we're like the first automobiles. You can get any color as long as it's black or white. If you order a solid you may specify a color and we'll try to accommodate you, but if you go with the quarter inch mesh, like these three are wearing it'll have to be black or white."

Another mother approached for an order form, "Who in their right mind would choose anything but the mesh? If the objective is to maximize the show as thongs are designed to do, why not go with the mesh?"

"Exactly. The mesh is our biggest seller. Actually it's our only seller at this point." Sharon responded hoping no one would consider the solid. So many little penises and balls sacks out there who in the hell would not want them on display.

"I'll take one. I think I'll give it to my nephew for his birthday."

"Yeah, let me have one too."

After the crowd had somewhat dispersed the first mother to remark approached the women. "I just want to say thanks. My son is so shy about his peepee he won't let anyone near the bathroom or his bedroom. He locks doors the whole bit. Now, he'll have to let folks see it."

Karen interrupted, "And touch it too!"

"What?"

"No, she's right. Boys' parts should be public property. You can feel any one or all three and they have to let you do it. We want them to have zero modesty by the time they hit puberty. We also want them to know, even though penises and testicles are a part of their bodies, those parts are for the females of this world." Andrea supported her daughter's suggestion.

"Oh, my, I'll need ten of those to get him through the summer. Out go the shorts and t-shirts. No need for new underwear either. Actually, it'll be cheaper than clothing him traditionally." With that her son began to cry and beg her to change her mind.

"We hope these things become the new tradition. Some day we'd like them to be accepted as school clothing too." Marjorie stated.

"What happens if Steven isn't trained by the time he hits puberty?" the mother inquired.

"Well, that's what razors are made for. We just keep the pubic hairs off until he learns and can graduate into more coverage. Maybe we'll even let Karen and her friends bikini wax him and watch him scream as we pull those things out by the roots, who knows?" Sharon chimed.

"Ouuuucchhh?" the lady cringed. "Well thank you. And I'm sure Bobby will thank you too. Won't you, honey?"

"NO! I don't want to wear those things." The boy replied through his tears.

"If you don't straighten up, and I mean soon. I'll pull those pants down and give you something to cry about right here in the mall. Do you understand me, young man?" the mother finally cut loose with her anger. She shook him by the arms and said, "Answer me!"

"Yes."

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Ma'am," he continued to pout and let out a low level sob.

"You will wear these and you will wear them ALL the time. I don't care where we go. You'll wear one of these thongs. I'm tired of your shit, Bobby. Maybe a little humility will get your act straightened out." Then turning toward Marjorie and Andrea she said, "I sorry, but I'm fed up with his bullshit."

"Well, you're about to get that under control. We'll rush your order if you put a note on the form. Just write 'Bobby's mother' on the bottom. Excuse my forwardness, but I might recommend you visit the men's department at some store and buy a wide, solid leather, size 48 belt and introduce his ass to it frequently. He really needs the business end of one pretty badly." Sharon advised.

"I think you're right. My hand doesn't do the job very well. He fights if I try to pull his pants down. I usually end up spanking him over his pants and underwear to avoid the fight. Like I said he's just too modest." The mother explained.

"You should never spank over clothing. It should always be on the bare ass or he won't get the point. Our thongs will take that problem away. Thanks for stopping."

Taking the boy by the arm, she pulled him, "Come on Bobby we have a belt to buy."

Marjorie handed out 27 order forms at the mall gathering that morning. The entourage with many onlookers in tow went on to Cloth Mart. The cashier and floor personnel in the store loved the new boy look. Suggestions to improving the style and easing production included using a nylon cord rather than sewing the flat nylon ties. "They'd definitely make more comfortable cleft strings running up the boys' cracks, and better looking and longer lasting waist bands." An older lady who worked floor recommended. "We can order bolts of that nylon mesh. You can get it in fine mesh, but I think that would defeat your purpose," as she reached down and cradled Steven's penis and scrotum in her hand, "which should be to keep these beautiful things where they can be easily observed. I'd recommend the quarter or half inch mesh. The half inch would have these cute little staff poking out all the time. A nice effect, but you can contain them in more a tease approach with the quarter inch material. What do you think?"

"Let's get a bolt of the quarter inch in white and black and a yard of the half inch so we can try it. The idea of them poking out is kind of sweet, don't you think?" Andrea asked her partners. Both concurred.

"Let's make a half inch one in black for Steven. Because black is so formal, we can call it his dress clothes. And if he falls out, oh well." Sharon giggled. Steven blushed.

"So we have a roll of white nylon cord, a roll of black nylon cord, two bolts of quarter inch nylon mesh one white one black, a yard of half inch black nylon mesh and what else?"

The women continued to shop buying special thread and basting materials for the edges of the pouches. Stocked well for the mass production which was obviously about to hit them the left the mall for the community pool.

It was time to further market their product line to the mothers of the boys of the community.