Strings and Sacks, Inc.

Strings and Sacks, Inc. - Chapter 7
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 7

Nine o'clock the next morning, the women met again at Andrea's home. The boys were lined up as Sharon, Susan and Marjorie looked on. Timmy and Teddy were wearing the mesh thongs as was Sammy. Both Karen and Jamie had their eyes set on the black boy's uncircumcised penis. Steven was wearing a pair of cut-off shorts. Sharon had his thong in her purse. Standing the girls in front of the line of boys Andrea began. "We have a lot of work to do today. You boys will play in the yard, the family room or the pool, but Karen is in-charge. Whatever she decides goes. She has the belt and can use it whenever she wants. Do you boys understand?" All nodded, Sammy embarrassed over the situation kept his eyes to the floor. The boys' mothers stood with arms folded as Andrea continued setting the babysitting stage, "Karen, how do you want them dressed for the day? Thongs? Nude? It's entirely up to you."

The twelve year old didn't hesitate with her response, "I want them all naked all day. No thongs, just naked."

"Yea!!!!" Jamie exclaimed at her sisters choice, "And we get to touch them whenever we want, right?"

Andrea responded, "Of course, whenever you want, Baby. You girls can touch whatever you want. Remember though if you make it hard you have to make it soft when you're finished. Here's the lanyard. Jamie why don't you take care of the lanyard. You have to show Shaqueta how to use it. Okay?"

"Sure!" the little girl's eyes glistened in anticipation.

"Okay, boys get all your clothes off and give it to your mothers. That means thongs, too!" Andrea ordered.

"Moommmm?" Sammy appealed.

"Sammy, you heard Andrea get it off." Susan was in complete agreement.

The boys stripped completely. Standing nude in the same line, Sammy's hand was clutching his penis and scrotum to maintain some semblance of modesty. Karen noting his shyness hollered, "Sammy, keep your hands off. If you cover it again I'll whip you with the belt." It was difficult taking orders from a girl who was in his class the year before.

"Mom, do all black boys have wieners that look like that?" Jamie asked innocently.

"Jamie," Andrea had an embarrassed tone about the wording of her question.

"No, Sweetheart, Sammy has not been circumcised. That means when he was a baby his daddy and I decided not to have this skin cut off." She reached down and pulled her son's foreskin back. "See, here's the tip of his penis just like the other boys, but they don't have skin covering it because their mommies and daddies decided they did want the skin cut off. If you want to see Sammy's tip, just pull this skin back. Want to try it?"

Jamie nodded in agreement and took the erect brown dick in her hand and pulled. The skin slid back exposing his dark pink glans. "Wow! That's neat. If I want to put things in his pee hole I can just pull it back like this?"

"That's how you'd do it." Susan concurred.

Sammy was tearing up at his exposure, but even more at his mother's willingness to let his private parts be maneuvered by this little eight year old. What's more his sister had a look in her eye which indicated she'd be exploring his boy parts later on.

"Remember boys, the girls are in-charge. We don't want to have to come down here so you best do as you're told. They have the right to spank or whip your penises if they feel you need it and you will let them. If we have to stop work to come down here, we'll be swinging the belts too. Behave and do what you're told. Jamie, you need to show Shaqueta how to put sunscreen on their boy parts. Make sure she gets a chance to do each of them, okay?" Sharon emphasized Andrea's speech.

"Okay, Aunt Sharon, I'll let her put it on and I'll just tell her what to do. Can we whip their wieners if they get hard when she puts it on them?"

"Of course you can. We can't have them walking around hard, unless you want them to. It's up to you." Sharon responded.

"Ladies let's go upstairs," Andrea led the way.

The boys were ushered out to the pool where Karen stood lightly slapping her leg with the enforcement belt as her little sister prompted Shaqueta in applying sunscreen to boys dicks and scrotums. Steven was first and was positioned with his hands on his head and legs spread as his mother took a final look before climbing the stairs.

"Shaqueta, pull his wiener hard. Just rub that in to his wiener and his bag and pull it. I like to pull Steven's its pretty long. You'll make it hard that way and we can whip it to make it soft again." Jamie coached. Shaqueta began pulling the shaft.

"I can't my hand is slippery and it keeps sliding off." She giggled. "It is pretty hard though. Look!" She slapped Steven's hardened appendage it bounced up and down. She slapped it again and even Karen giggled. Steven was not pleased as he knew there were be pain forthcoming as Jamie demonstrated the punishing lanyard. The other boys stood in line silently awaiting their turn.

"Put some on his bag. You can feel his marbles in there if you rub it on." Jamie continued coaching the older but less experienced Shaqueta. She used her middle and index finger to move the contents of the scrotum side to side.

"Yeah, I feel them. I never felt a boy's bag before." Shaqueta was delighted.

"You mean you never felt your brother's bag?" Karen was surprised.

"No, I can look at it, but Mom never let me touch it. Now, she doesn't care anymore. This will be my first feel of his bag. I did grab his peepee once and my Mom just laughed. It made Sammy mad, didn't it Sammy?" Shaqueta explained.

If Sammy was a darker brown he wouldn't have shown the blushing as much as he did. He just stood silently as his sister innocently further embarrassed him.

"I think Shaqueta asked you a question, Sammy. Answer her!!" Karen demanded.

"I don't have to. She's my sister and you are in the same grade as me. I don't have to do what you say."

"That my friend is going to cost you a beating. As soon as your sister finishes the sunscreen I'm going to beat your ass with the belt."

"The hell you say!" Sammy challenged her authority.

"Sammy, just shut up. Don't make it worse. She's going to beat your ass and you best just let her. If you argue she'll call your mother down here and you'll get twice the number of licks. Trust me, don't fight her." Steven quickly cautioned his friend.

"Okay Steven, keep your hands on your head." Jamie was gleeful. "Shaqueta stand back." Taking careful aim she brought the narrow vinyl strap down across the shaft of Steven's penis. It hit with such force that it wrapped itself around it three times. In her not so gentle way, the eight year old yanked the lanyard until it released itself, but not before a strangle hold tightened around the penis increasing the pain. Again, she took aim and again it hit leaving another red welt. On the third swing she caught his glans and his penis bounced wildly as he screamed out in pain. This caused Jamie to laugh. Shaqueta's eyes were big and excited about what she was watching. Karen was busy anticipating her turn with the belt on Sammy's ass. The twins were wincing each time the lanyard found it's mark. Steven's penis soon went to retreat. "See that's how you do it if you don't want it hard." Jamie was proud of her accomplishment.

Karen was becoming aroused with anticipation of the whipping she was about to apply. "Sammy, you're next. Get over there and let your sister rub the sunscreen on your dick and balls. Get over there, now!" She commanded.

Timidly the boy moved to position and put his hands on his head. His sister quickly began servicing his penis. "Shaqueta, be sure to pull the skin back and get his dick head good with that stuff." Karen further instructed. Without hesitation the boy's little sister did as instructed. He shivered as his sister gently tickled the cream on his sensitive tip. Her fingers then began circling his ball sack.

"His are just like Steven's, but they feel looser." She noted.

"That's because they are hanging lower than Steven's. He's closer to getting hair down there." Karen took the teachable moment.

"Oh yeah. Momma told him yesterday, when the hair comes she's going to shave it off for a year or two so he doesn't have to cover it when we're in public." Again the innocent reporting embarrassed Sammy.

"Shut up, Shaqueta. I'll kill you. Just shut up."

"Ooopppsss there's another ten with the belt. You don't threaten the babysitters. Is there anything else you want to tell her?" Karen responded in a snooty manner.

"He's done." Shaqueta backed off proudly from her brother's erect penis. As Jamie took position, she was stopped by her sister.

"Jamie, we'll beat his ass and it'll go down. If it doesn't, after I'm done with him, you can whip it okay?" Karen couldn't contain herself any longer. "Here you twins do each others penises with the sunscreen." She handed the bottle to the little boys. "But first make sure your penises are clean. Each of you lick off your brother's penis. Go on Teddy lick Timmy's. Then Timmy you lick Teddy. Go on now, do it!" She demanded.

Teddy fell to his knees and stared at his brother's now erect appendage. His nose was four inches from the bouncing glans. "I said lick it!" Karen shouted. Taking his brothers buttocks in each hand he pulled him forward and began licking his penis and scrotum.

"Ooooooo. That is sooooo neat, Karen." Jamie loved it.

"Keep licking until I tell you to stop." Karen demanded. Shaqueta maneuvered for a good viewing angle. The licking continued for a minute or two. "Now put it in your mouth and suck it off." Karen directed. The boy took his brothers penis and scrotum into his mouth and sucked so hard a hollow popping sound occurred as he pulled away. "Okay, Timmy clean up Teddy. Get down there and get to licking." The other twin repeated the oral stimulation. The procedure was followed just as Karen had ordered. "Now put the sunscreen on each other. Go on rub it in good and don't forget the bags." The boys' little hard-ons bounced all around as they rubbed the lotion into each other penises. "Shaqueta, if they're still hard after I whip your brother, you can whip their little dicks with the lanyard to make them soft. Would you like to try that?"

"Yeah! I hope they are still hard after you're done." Shaqueta was excited over her new found activities.

"Sammy bend over this chair and make sure your legs are apart and your ass is up." Karen demanded as she slapped the leather strap against her leg. Sammy hesitated. "Keep fooling around, Sammy. You have twenty licks lined up. Keep it up and it'll be thirty. Now get your ass where I told you." Slowly the boy positioned himself.

The ladies were counting the sales. "Marjorie, you're a marketing genius. We have one hundred and eight orders right here. Shit, we're going to get rich on these things." Andrea noted.

"Well, I couldn't have done it without our sales staff," Marjorie replied acknowledging both Sharon and Susan. The discussion as abruptly broken by the faint sound of the belt hitting flesh.

"Uh oh, sounds like one of them is getting Karen's belt." The three ladies went to look out the window. "Well, Susan, looks like Sammy's about to become a believer." Again, the sound of the belt hitting the boy's ass broke the silence. Though the windows were closed they could hear Sammy shout in pain as the fifth lash was applied. "Look at her swing that thing. She's a natural. Don't you think? I hope she mothers boys. She loves to discipline them."

Susan was entranced watching the child apply the strap to her often argumentative son. She had to admit it was arousing watching him get stripped by a little girl who was a classmate the year before. Again, the belt landed and the boy screamed in pain. His teeth were clenched as tears rolled down his cheeks. Silently her mind was echoing, "Hit him again. Make it count." Again and again the belt landed. Sammy's hands moved to protect his backside, but Karen just hit them with the belt which caused them to retreat for subsequent lashes. "How many times is she going to hit him?" the approving mother inquired.

"Well, I counted eleven or twelve so far. She usually doles them out ten at a time so it'll be twenty or thirty I imagine." Andrea responded.

"I sure hope Steven crosses the line. He's been needing a similar beating for the last week." Sharon offered.

"Oh, I'm sure she'll find a reason. If not, she'll make one up." Andrea chuckled. "Let's get back to work."

The work load for cutting the pouch patterns and strips to be used for basting was determined and the ladies set to work.

"I had an interesting question from a grandmother. She wanted to know why we didn't come up with short, shorts for boys too. She remembered the styles worn by boys back in the late sixties and early seventies when the boys wore shorts which came up to their butt cheeks. She said they wore knee socks too, but she and I both feel the knee socks would be unnecessary. Of course, I told her underpants were unnecessary too if the shorts were to be that short." Marjorie reported. Her final sentence brought some chuckles from the other mothers.

"Actually, I like the idea. Maybe we could design some short shorts for boys. You know me those tan muscular appendages on display would make my day. Susan, Sammy's got some very nicely shaped boys legs there too. What do you think?" Sharon asked.

"Well, I wouldn't mind showing his body off either. I agree, even if he is my son. His legs are truly a work of art. Don't you just love to watch them squat in shorts? Those squared off knees and the thighs and calves pushing against each other." Susan looked of into space as if pondering.

"Or, when they spread their extended legs and you get that glimpse of their crotches," Sharon contributed.

"Well, what do you think, Andrea?" Marjorie called the question.

"I think the more of these prepubescent boys we can show the better off we all are. It's like being surrounded by living art. My girls love it too. Since we don't live in primitive tribes and having them walk around nude all the time is impossible, let's give them the very minimum cover. We can do it. I'll work up a pair of short shorts for Steven and we'll see how it works out." Andrea was on board.

Marjorie added, "No flies."

"What?" Andrea asked.

"No flies. We need to make them solid so they have to pull them down to pee. You know like they did when they were three or four—all the way down to their knees so those little asses are exposed." Marjorie clarified.

"Oh how cute," Susan enjoined. "Yes, no flies."

"No flies it is," Andrea agreed.

Back at the pool Karen had completed her punishing of Sammy. His brown bottom had very striking evidence of the whipping he had just endured with a half dozen raised welts. The red color was very apparent. As he stood chest deep in the water trying to sooth is burning the tears were drying but his eyes were very red. The twins were bouncing around running from the shallow end of the pool to the board. They didn't dive much just jumped but they were oblivious to their naked condition.

"Steven and Sammy come over here," Karen called from the umbrella table where she was sitting. Sammy now a believer began to get out of the pool slowly. Steven right at his side pushed up and out. The walked over to the table. "Steven, I'm afraid I might have hurt Sammy too much. You know inside. I need for you to inspect him." Out of curiosity Jamie and Shaqueta approached the gathering. The twins continued to play at the pool.

"What?" Steven asked.

"You know check him out for injury." Karen repeated. "Here, Sammy put your hands on the arms of the chair and spread your legs." Sammy complied. "Spread them further. Now, turn your feet in." Again, he complied. "Steven shove your finger in his asshole and feel around for injury." Sammy began to stand and just as quickly, the belt landed firmly across his ass. "I said stand there like that and don't move." Karen shouted.

"You want me to what?" Steven inquired.

"Shove your middle finger in his butt hole. Do it now!" She pushed the boy close to his bent over friend. "Here," she squirted some sunscreen on Steven's fingers, "this will make it slide in easier."

Hesitantly Steven pressed his finger to the exposed anus. "It won't go in."

"Push your finger in his ass hole. Steven do I need to give you twenty. I will and you know I will. Now, push it all the way in there."

Sammy was becoming erect as was Steven at the thought of the assault he was being asked to perform. Again, he put his finger to Sammy's anus. "Go ahead push it." Karen was relentless. Steven pushed and eventually his finger passed the sphincter gate and slid in as Sammy groaned in pain. "Now, move your finger in and out a few times." Steven complied. Sammy began acclimating to the intrusion. "Feel around in there, Steven. What's it like? Do you feel anything might be hurt?"

Sammy's groan became more of pleasure. "I thinking I'm going to poop." He mumbled.

"You better not, Sammy or you'll eat it." Karen was enjoying the show as were the younger girls.

"I want to feel in there too." Shaqueta requested.

"Okay, Steven, reach around while your finger is in there and rub Sammy's penis and balls." Karen continued.

"Man that's queer." Steven objected.

"Well, better to feel queer than the belt don't you think?"

Steven grabbed the agemates penis and rubbed it while intruding in his lower bowel. Sammy's penis was hard as a rock. After thirty seconds, Sammy shivered and his whole body thrust forward.

"Okay, Shaqueta would you like to do your brother or Steven?" Karen asked.

"Both. I want to do it to both of them. I think."

"Steven, let her do her brother first. Go on move out of the way let her in there."

Shaqueta moved in and immediately thrust her finger up her brother's ass. She just grinned. "Oh it's all squishy in there."

"Get his wiener and play with it while you play around in his butt." Karen directed. The little girl complied.

Having brought her brother to his second orgasm, she removed her finger and Sammy was instructed to stand up. Even after all the feelings his penis was still stiff as an iron rod. "Okay Jamie, make him soft." Karen ordered.

Jamie raised the lanyard and whipped down very hard on the erect appendage. The tip caught his testicles causing him to fall to the fetal position. "Get up Sammy she's just getting started." The boy stood up and again the lanyard met its mark leaving red perpendicular stripes on the light brown appendage. After four lashes his penis was flaccid. "Steven, grab the arms of the chair and get those legs spread."

On his way he asked, "Aren't you going to make her at least wash off her finger? It's been up Sammy's butt."

"No, you guys will be close as brother before the day is over. Shaqueta, get in him." Steven could feel the finger pressing his anus. He started to cry with frustration, embarrassment and worry over the activity. Eventually, the little girl's finger slid in and the process was repeated.

"Oh boy, you gals come look at this." Marjorie was beside herself. "Karen's got Shaqueta to put her finger all the way into Steven's ass. Lucky girl."

"Why, Marjorie, if you want to explore my son, all you have to do is ask. I'll let you…Oh, if that isn't just the cutest thing. Look she's playing with his balls while she fingers his ass." Sharon observed and then mumbled, "Steven, honey relax and enjoy. When you get older you might not get this much attention and you'll want it." These mumbled remarks brought a round of laughter from the observing matriarchs. "Sammy's back in the pool."

"Cooling off I imagine," Susan suggested.

"So what are we going to about those shorts?" Marjorie asked.

"First we have about eighty more thongs to make. We have to meet our orders before we can offer a new line." Andrea played the factory manager. "Let's get back at it. You gals realize we have just made $2700 in one weekend. I figure after expenses we should be somewhere in the area of $2250 profit. If we can knock off sixty or seventy of these things a day, we can quit our day jobs."

The sewing machine was continually moving as the basting was applied to the sides of the mesh pouches. The few solid ones were just turned over and hemmed. Nylon cord was purchased to minimize the work effort and make the thongs even skimpier. By the end of the day the ladies had filled sixty two of the one hundred eight orders.

"Okay, ladies, tomorrow we'll wrap it up for this week. We have to send order forms and business cards with each thong we mail. That way we'll use satisfied customers to further our project. Sharon stop by the fabric store and select a yard of material to make some of those shorts Marjorie described. Might as well get some elastic for the waistbands while you're at it. I'll adapt the shorts patterns I have by making the legs much shorter. I think we should sweep the legs a little so they climb higher on the leg as they go out from the crotch. What do you think?"

"Andrea, you're the fashion guru of the group. Whatever you want is fine with us." Sharon gave the go ahead.

As the ladies went to the pool deck to sip some wine before leaving, the kids were at the pool playing. Karen called them out for a coating of sunscreen. Dripping wet the boys lined up facing the mothers who found themselves visually examining the bodies of their progenies.

"You know the twins have never been so brown." Marjorie noted.

"Well Sammy has always been brown," Susan joked. The women laughed.

"Okay Teddy and Timmy put the sunscreen on each other like you were taught." Karen ordered. Immediately Teddy fell to his knees and began licking his brother's genitals.

"Oh my God, would you look at that. Oh, shit! That is so hot." Susan yelled.

Then as he popped his brother's entire package in his mouth and sucked it, Susan unconsciously rubbed her female parts. Then the brothers swapped places. Lick and sucking continued for two more minutes until they finally put lotion on each others penises and scrotums. This time Shaqueta stood to the side with the lanyard which would soon be finding their seven year old targets. As the boys finished they became sullen with the though of the coming punishment session, but thrust their penises outward to avoid the belt. Shaqueta whipped each of the erect penises until they went flaccid and stood back to wait for her older targets.

"Karen we watched the big boys get checked out from the window this afternoon. We really liked the thoroughness of Shaqueta's examination." Susan offered. "If you don't mind, I think Sammy needs to be reexamined this time too."

"Sure, Sammy bend over the chair," Karen jumped to order the boy into position. The thought brought tears to his eyes. Though he didn't audibly cry the tears dripped off his face.

"Please, Mom, don't let them do that to me. Please."

"Sammy, Shaqueta's your sister. You shouldn't have any secrets from her. Now, do as you were told and let your sister examine you. Remember what happened to you when you didn't obey Karen earlier? I watched from the window and I don't think I'd want that to happen again, if I were you."

Shaqueta already had a line of lotion on her middle finger as her older brother bent over the chair. No sooner had he gotten his legs spread then he felt the unmistakable touch of his sister's finger on his back door. Ooooopppps, it slid in. For some reason it wasn't as painful as Steven's intrusion earlier that day. Soon his sister's other hand worked his penis and testicles.

"Hey, Mom, I can feel Sammy's 'marbles'."

"Those are testicles, Honey and you just feel away. Tell her, Sammy, tell her to play with your testicles."

Sniffling the boy said, "Shaqueta play with my testicles."

"No, tell her she can feel or see them anytime she wants, son. Tell her she owns them until I give them back to you."

"Susan, don't you think you're being a little rough on him?" Andrea asked.

"No, he gives her a ration all the time. Now it's her turn. I'm going to empower her to make him strip anywhere she wants him to. I don't care if its in front of her little friends and by God he better do it and let her touch him. Sammy, I didn't hear you."

"Shaqueta you can make me get naked whenever you want and you can touch my thing as much as you want."

"No, Sammy, you tell her she can make you get naked whenever she wants and she can play with her penis and testicles as much as she wants. They aren't yours. Remember, I just gave them to her for awhile. Now tell her."

"Shaqueta," between sniffles he continued as his sister assaulted his anus and penis, "you can tell me to get naked whenever you want and you can play with your penis or testicles as much as you want."

"Now, tell her she can share them with her friends, too."

Sniffles turned to cries, "And you can share them with your friends too."

"Good enough. Well, we've got to be going. I have dinner to get together for them," Susan excused herself. "Sammy here's your thong."

"No Mom, I want him to stay naked so I can look at my penis and testicles." Shaqueta remarked in a condescending way toward her humiliated brother.

"Okay, Sammy, you don't need your thong. Let's go. Oh, Shaqueta, give his wiener a few lashes with the lanyard it's sticking out too much." The little girl complied and her brother eventually went flaccid. As the left the front door Shaqueta could be heard suggesting he needed to stay naked while she invited her friends over to play with his boy things.

Clad in their thongs again the twins were led out the front door. "We'll see you tomorrow."

"Marjorie, tomorrow just leave the thongs at home. Bring them nude. I suspect the girls will want them naked tomorrow too."

"Good idea. Just two less things to have to keep track of. See you tomorrow."

"Sharon, why don't you just leave Steven here for tonight? You and Dave could use a night out. The girls and I will take good care of him." Andrea offered.

"I want to go home with you, Mom." Steven was quick to implore.

"No, you stay with Aunt Andrea tonight. Hand me his clothes, he can just stay naked. That is if you don't mind." Sharon gathered her son's clothing.

"Yeah, right. Like I'd mind. Steven, Aunt Andrea is going to rub that little thing of yours while we watch television tonight. We'll get it nice and hard and just keep rubbing. No lanyards, we'll just see how long we can keep it stiff. How about that?" The ladies laughed as Sharon walked out the front door.