Woods Woodies Point Homeward
By Sir Cum Sizemore

copyright 2007 by Sir Cum Sizemore, all rights reserved

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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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My name is Joey Jackson. I'm eleven, soon to be twelve, and in the sixth grade. I live in a community of upscale homes and attend a church run school. What follows is, to the best of my knowledge, an accurate account of what my neighbor Margot Kelly conned me into.

"Hi Joey, I need to talk to you for a minute." Margot, my twelve year old classmate, had cornered one me on the way home one Friday.

"What?" Still not into girls, I was somewhat cautious especially that I might be seen talking to a 'girl'.

"How come you don't wear the shorts uniform during the hot days?"

"'Cause I don't like to wear shorts, what's it to you?"

My thoughts of weekend activities were interrupted as Margot continued asking pointed questions and I just nervously kept looking around to make sure none of my male classmates saw me cajoling the 'other side'. I can remember the sense of anger having another kid challenge my attire preference. Another concern I had was being seen with one of the opposite sex accompanying me as I pushed my bike on my homeward trek. After all, at my age most of my peers would not be caught dead in the presence of a gender 'enemy'. It would result in almost certain long term teasing.

"I saw you at the pool the other day and those legs were really good looking. Only problem is they're not very tanned. I mean if you wore shorts, or nothing at all (ha, ha), you'd really be great looking. The girls all think you're the most handsome boy in the class and I'm lucky enough to live across the street from you. I mean I get to see more of you than they do."

Somewhat curious as to what she'd seen I asked, "Margot, what's that supposed to mean?"

"I mean, at least I've got to see you legs and they aren't a disappointment."

"That's why I don't wear shorts. Girls and my Mom and her friends always say how 'cute' my legs are. It's embarrassing."

"Well, they are. I mean all the other boys wear shorts, so why don't you?"

"I told you it's embarrassing. And, all the other boys don't wear shorts. Just the little kids all wear shorts. That's another reason. I'm not a little kid anymore."

Changing the subject, the conversation instantly took a turn for the worst, "You know Steve Mitchell told a bunch of us girls your wiener is kinda long."

"WHAT?" My face reddened as she reported what my best friend had said.

"He just said when he saw you change for gym class, you know in the locker room, your boy parts are longer than some of the other boys. Why are you so angry?"

"Shit, Margot, that's none of his business and he shouldn't be telling other people that."

"Why? Isn't it true? He said he got to see it a lot during those camping sleepovers in his backyard, too. Is it true you guys played truth or dare and you had to strip naked and stand under a street light with your hands on your head until six cars had passed?"

"No it's not true." I lied to protect myself from verifying his betrayal of our private business. I felt disappointed he'd told anyone, but a girl! I remember wondering how much she did know about our most private activities.

"Well, he said you did. If you showed it to me, I could decide for myself about how long it is. He said that tip of yours is really neat too. I just want to see it. I mean what's the problem?"

"I'm not showing you anything. Shut up about it or I'll tell your mother what you're asking me to do. How would you like that?"

"Well, all I said is show it to me and I can decide whether it's longer than the other boys."

Trying to back out of the conversation I asked, "How would you know if it's longer than other boys?"

"Well, to begin with I have two little brothers and I make them strip naked all the time so I can look at them and feel their little dicks. I like to play with them until they're hard and I get a real thrill when I expose them to my friends and stuff. So, I know what they look like soft and I know what they look like hard. But then again, so do you."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means Brian and Timmy have told me about your little GAY activity with them down in the woods. You know when you and Steve make them strip and you explore their parts. God, you'd think the two of you would know what a little set looks like, I mean you both had little ones as some time or another. I mean Brian's only nine and Timmy's only seven. What's with you guys anyway?"

I remember my face losing muscle tone as the rush of blood exposed my embarrassment at the thought that she was so informed about our elicit affairs. With an attempt at looking more genuine, I spouted my obvious lie, "Shit, that's not true. They're lying to you!"

"Oh cut it out, I've seen the money you guys have given them to do it. Besides, I've also seen Steve Mitchell's wiener, like yesterday. His big sister Erin(you know the one in high school(came up behind him and yanked his shorts and underwear down right in front of five of us, right in the school parking lot! Then she pinned his arms back and put her knee on his butt and pushed his dick and balls right at us. That pecker of his was sticking straight out hard as a rock. It went hard," Margot snapped her fingers, "that fast".

I was speechless as the girl continued, "Yeah, she said we could each have a feel if we wanted." I looked quizzically my classmate as she continued, "And we did, boy did we! All the time Steve was yelling how he was going to tell on Erin and she just said, 'Go ahead. I've got a whole lot on you, Buddy, and don't think I won't return the favor. Two words before you go to Mom, Timmy and Brian.' Then he just tried to wrestle free from his sister while the other girls and I pulled on that dick of his and felt his ball sack. Is yours still tight like his or have your balls started drooping?"

I ignored the question, but my face was still red and warm from the embarrassment at the discussion.

"Tonya wanted to stick a pencil up his ass, but we decided to do that some other time."

Nervously I tried to end the discomfort of the conversation, "Look Margot I've gotta go."

"No, wait Joey. I want to see your penis. I just want a look, I won't even touch it."

"I'm not going to show it to you."

"That, my friend, will be a big mistake. I'm this close," she held her thumb and forefinger about a half inch apart, "from telling my Mom about what you guys are doing with my brothers. I mean after all they're mine to play with and you GUYS are interfering with my fun with them. Anyway, if I tell Mom, guess whose parents will be next to know? And, I've heard your Dad swings a mean belt."

"I'll just tell them you and your friends are playing with your brothers too." This was my last ditch effort to dissuade her vindictiveness.

"It's okay. I'm their sister and Mom says little boys don't need to be modest and she lets me strip them. I mean she's usually home when I do it. I can do it even when my friends are there. I mean she's even seen me checking out their little dicks and buttholes. Brian doesn't like me to see him naked anymore, but Mom tells him to do what I told him or face the belt. So, I don't think there'll be a problem if you pull that one on me. Don't believe me, come by tonight and I'll strip them for you right in the middle of our rec room right in front of Mom. My Mom doesn't care, Joey." She said almost sarcastically.

"Well, then why would she care about what happens in the woods, if it happens?" My attempt at reasoning what my friend and I were doing to the boys was not so bad was immediately countered.

"Because you're boys and my friends and I are not. She'd think that was kind of 'gay'. I mean wouldn't you? Wouldn't your parents when they found out?" Putting her hand to her ear she said, "Whose butt is that I hear getting whipped by his Dad's belt? Ooooo, what is that? The tenth stroke or was it the twelfth? Now do I get a peek or do I turn you in?"

"Even if I was going to show you, which, I'm not, how could I do it here? We're on the sidewalk next to a busy street. How would that look?"

"Okay, here's the deal. You tell my little brothers you're going to give them something special if they come to the 'fort' you have in the woods on Saturday. They tell me they have to be completely naked to go in, but they love to go." Margot looked pensive. "I can't imagine why. I mean being pawed by you two. But, we'll make them strip naked and come in. You and I will be in there waiting. Then you can suck their little wieners in front of me. Oh, oh, and don't forget to lick those little ball sacks. And, I want you to put your finger up their asses like they said you always do. I'll just watch."

"What do you mean suck and lick?"

"Oh that's not all you're going to do."

"What do you mean?"

"They're going to ask what special thing you're going to give them and you're going to say that you'll be their slave for the whole day. You will tell them whatever they ask you to do you must do. Brian told me he wished he could see your parts and touch them, so I'm sure he'll want you to be naked too."

"I don't think that's going to happen."

"Oh, Joey, it will. Believe me one way or another it will. Either unknown to your parents or known to them, the choice is yours."

"Well, if I do this, then what?"

"Here are the rules. You will tell them, if it comes up they want you naked, and it will, that you must stay naked from the time they strip you until it's time to go home. That means if they strip you at eight in the morning, you have to stay that way until five or five thirty in the afternoon. Now, you know how you and Steve let them get dressed when they leave that fort of yours? Well, new rule for you, you have to stay naked no matter where they want you to go all day long. If they want to feed that peter of yours to crawdads down at the creek you have to let them. I mean it, you give them any trouble and you're going to be up shit creek. Got it?" The girl had a gleam in her eyes.

"If I'm naked out of the fort, people might see me."

"So, like Mom says, little boys shouldn't be so modest. I won't let them take you past the highway bordering the woods. I mean I won't let them bring you into a neighborhood or anything like that. But, you will be nude the whole time. Hey, do you have any hair down there yet?"

Before I could consider his answer I just blurted out, "No!"

The conversation was getting terribly personal, "No. But, I haven't said I'd do it. So, why all the questions?"

"Darn, I wanted to watch the little brats swallow it, but that can wait until you do start shooting them. According to sex ed class it won't be long, will it? Speaking of sex ed, remember that part about boys being circumcised? My brothers are, Stevie is, are you?"

I caught the subtly of the initial remark and ignored her final question, "What do you mean 'that can wait'? If I decided to do it, it would be a one-time thing."

I remember her smirk as if to shrug that remark off, then she continued, "Is your peter circumcised? I like them better when they're bald."

Shyly I acknowledged my circumcision and she continued, "God, I gotta play with it. Tell you what, you're on for tomorrow. Either we do it, or I tell my Mom right after lunch. Choice is yours. Game over!" That girl put the pressure on. "You can call me tonight to let me know. No calls and I'll assume it's off and go to plan B."

I was abnormally shy about my body and had been since I was six or seven. The only people who had seen me naked since my seventh birthday were my parents, grandparents, my doctor and my younger sister. When I was ten, the latter came into my room while my mother doctored a case of genital poison ivy. I remember as I tried to cover myself. My mother slapped my hands and told me to put them on my head to let the lotion dry. I believe she was trying to breakdown my modesty and was using my sister to help with it. My brothers hadn't even seen me nude. Now the girl classmate from across the street was extorting not only a look but some free play time.

Lying naked on my bed that afternoon, while if fingered my erect peter, I played out various alternative scenarios as to what would happen if my folks found out about the Brian and Timmy escapades. If they were to find out, for sure Dad would use the belt on my bare backside. It'd been almost two years since I got whipped by the belt. It was always done with the punished nude so he could keep track of quantity and quality of the whipping. When we were little we then had to stay nude while the stripes he or my Mom left faded. The nudity was used to humiliate the miscreant as well. I knew that kind of behavior would be met with a very severe consequence.

Another scenario was she and Mrs. Kelly would bring me in front of the boys and ask what punishment they would think might be appropriate. It wasn't a reach that Brain would say, "Make him get naked and let us feel his thing". And if that happened, my Mom who was quite concerned over my modesty, would not have been above making me stay naked for a week or two and even make me play in the yard nude. My Dad who was the kind who strutted around the pool locker room naked and felt males should not be timid about nudity would definitely buy into that as well.

In the worst scenario, both would happen. As I thought about those my little friend stiffened harder. Especially at the thought of being made to stay naked in public(in front of my siblings, their friends, my friends, and the neighbors(even in front of Margot. She'd see me naked anyway and could put me on display by bringing her friends and my fellow classmates over to my house and she would. I began to stroke my penis and cradle my scrotum more actively. My revelry was broken as my mother knocked on my door and opened it. Quickly, I rolled over on my stomach to shield her view of my stiff penis. Without so much as a word she put clean underwear in the top drawer of my chest of drawers, shut it and said, "Why are you naked?"

"Turning my head, I said I was just changing from my school clothes."

"It isn't necessary to change your underwear too, so why are you nude? Roll over so I can look at you when I talk to you."

"Look, I'm looking at you right now." I responded with my head turned back to make eye contact. "Why do I have to roll over?"

"Because I said so! That's why. Now turn over," came her reply with a hint of anger.

Slowly I rotated my body covering my genital area with my left hand. "Why did you have to strip naked to change your clothes, what's wrong with your underwear? And, take your hand away from your penis."

I was hard as a rock and didn't want to remove my hand for obvious reasons. "My underwear is fine. Please, Mom, leave me alone, would you?"

"I said move your hand. Move it now."

I did and my boner pointed straight up. My face turned as red as the glans which was pointing straight at my mother.

She sat down on the side of my bed and began a discussion. First her eyes were glued to my hard member, then she looked at my face, "You know some things you do with your body can be sinful. One of the things you need to do is to learn you are a young boy and you don't need to be so shy about your body. I'm going to put you in shorts this year and you will wear them. Further, you are going to have to adjust to being naked without this kind of thing happening," she grabbed my glans and wiggled my hard penis to and fro to punctuate her statement. She didn't know my penis was stiff from imagining the scenarios of the alternatives to Margot's demand. She just continued, "Your Dad and I are concerned about your need for so much modesty. Little boys shouldn't have this kind of problem. Your little cousins don't care who sees them naked, but you, you are a little abnormal from that perspective."

"Mom, Jeff and Bobby are little, I'm almost a teenager."

"Yes, but you've had this problem since you were seven. I should have reacted to it back then. Now, it's beyond me, and I want this problem straightened out before you reach puberty. Once the hair starts, to get you straightened out would require shaving down here." Again she pulled and shook my hardened penis to punctuate her remark. "Would you like to talk to someone about your feelings, a doctor or the minister or someone else?"

"Mom I'm fine. Really, I don't need anything but some privacy." Hoping she'd take the hint. Again she took the shaft in hand and gently stroked it in an unconscious manner as she continued her talk. The feeling made me shudder. "We'll just let you be then. Lie here naked for awhile or why don't you just get up and go down to the rec room for a while. The only people here are your father and me and your sister Angie. You might find we aren't going to make a big deal of it." She stopped stroking my penis and swatted me on the bare thigh. "Go on now, just walk down there naked and act like it isn't anything."

My conscience took a wild turn. Why would she be pushing this issue on the same day Margot began her extortion. She knew. She had to know about the Kelly kids. Why else would she want me to exhibit my boyhood to my nine year old sister and walk around nude? "Go on down to the rec room. After you're there for a while, you won't even notice."

"Mom, I can't!" I almost yelled.

"Well, I'll just leave you here then. But, if this continues, I'm going to talk to Dr. Stengall. Daddy and I are at wits end with it." She got off the bed and walked toward the door, "Oh, you will find Monday there will only be shorts available to you. I've cut off all your long pants and spent the afternoon hemming them high above those knees of yours. They're pretty short so we can see those cute legs of yours. And, you will begin wearing them to school, dress up times and for play. I sure hope it helps you get over this." With that she left the room with the door wide opened. She probably hoped my sister would wander by before I could close it. I remember thinking about the shorts and I was not happy about it. I was certain she had been told of my follies with the Kelly boys. It couldn't just be coincidental.

Sure enough the next morning I had absolutely no long pants in my possession. She even had my prized jeans cut off about three inches above my knee. My legs would be exposed for the next three years. I wore those cotton navy twill shorts to school until high school and there was no allowance for long pants even in the winter. I was in shorts year round. To this day, I still remember the women raving over my 'cute legs'. "I'll bet they'll get really pink during the winter months." Some even 'kidding' my mother about seeing other parts of my body("I'll bet his third leg is just a cute as the two we see!"

Anyway, back to Margot. I called her that night and told her I'd do it, but only once.

The next morning at eight o'clock, Margot, Timmy and Brian Kelly were at my backdoor asking my mother if I could go with them to the woods. Without giving it a second thought, she told them it was okay with her, if I wanted to go. I quickly responded in part to protect myself from the three of them disclosing anything about what was going on.

"Hi Joey, oh look at you, you're wearing shorts." Margot acknowledged. With that my mother smiled. "Brian and Timmy want to go to the fort with us." Her two cute little brothers just stood there grinning. "I told them you had something special to give them, if they came along today." With that last remark, my mother's face took a perplexed grimace, but I guess she chose to ignore it.

"Mom, I'm going to spend the day showing Margot and her brothers some of the things Steve and I are building in the woods. We're going to be gone all day, okay?"

"You be home here no later than five thirty. You understand?"

"Okay, five thirty."

"Do you have a watch?"

"Nope."

"Then how will you know?" My mother showed some frustration at my lack of thinking.

"It's okay Mrs. Jackson, I have a watch." Margot rescued me. Then turning to me she said, "Joey, it's kind of warm out today, why don't you just leave your shirt here? My brothers aren't wearing shirts."

"It's okay. If it gets too warm I'll take it off."

My mother couldn't resist, "No, Margot's got a point. Why don't you just leave your shirt here? You'll be fine. If you get down there and you take it off, you'll just have to keep up with it."

"It's okay Mom, I'll just either keep it on or I'll keep up with it. No problem!" I tried to sluff it off.

"Joey, give me your shirt." My mother stood there with her hand out. I took off my t-shirt and walked out the back door wearing nothing more than a pair of shorts exposing my legs halfway up my thighs and a pair of Nike's. "Wait a minute." She came back and rubbed something on me back chest and shoulders. "Just a little sunscreen." Then with a swat on my backside she sent me along.

Margot got vindictive, "Don't you ever argue with me about things like taking your shirt off. If you do, I'll tell, I mean it."

"Tell what, Margot?" Brian asked.

"Just never mind, Brian. You and Timmy need to be thinking of what Joey is going to give you as a surprise when we get to the fort." She reoriented her nine year old brother's thinking.

"Probably money again. Huh, Joey?" Timmy innocently inquired.

"Timmy that's enough. Joey said what he wants to give you is better than money." She reassured him.

As we entered the wooded area, Timmy immediately pointed the way. "Joey and Stevie's fort is right over there. Do we have to get naked to come in today?" I was embarrassed that the kid didn't even realize his openness in front of his sister. But what's to lose? She already knew. Margot answered before I could figure out an appropriate response.

"Yes, you and Brain must take off all of your clothes to go in. Brain I mean all too. Everything off."

"He always does," I tried to save Brain from the torment of his sister's demands.

Timmy tugged at the elastic waist of the shorts and down came both the shorts and his underwear. His little peter was hard already. He kicked and twisted trying to get them past the rubber soles of his shoes.

"Timmy take your shoes off before your pants. It goes easier that way." Margot instructed.

The boy sat down on the ground. As he removed his shoes his anus winked above the clothing bunched at his ankles. Eventually his shoes, socks, shorts and underwear were free and thrown into a pile. His little pecker bounced around as he stepped over the pile of clothes. Brian, was down to his shorts. Hesitantly, he put his thumbs in the waist band and removed the outer garment first. Hanging them on the branch of a tree, he returned his thumbs to his hips and slipped his underwear down and off. His penis must have been throbbing. It was standing at 3 to 3 and a half inches and showed a curve upward. His little nut sack was tight below the hardened rod.

"Okay both of you, in the fort." Margot instructed as she held the burlap sack we used for a door to the rustic hut constructed of scrap wood Steve and I had procured from various places. I went in first and took a seat on a piece of cardboard on the dirt floor. Margot did likewise. "Now, Timmy what do you boys do next?"

"Joey takes one of us and Steve takes the other and they suck our wieners. First, they put their fingers in our buttholes. They stick them all the way in too. It hurts at first, but then it's okay."

"Well now, Joey, why don't you show me. Do Brian first."

"I don't want him to do it."

"Brian, you have no choice. I want to see what you do. Get over there and let him play with you, or do you want me to tell Mom what you guys have been doing?"

Margot, the little shit, had us all by the balls. Brian walked toward me with a look of hesitancy. He held his dick so it pointed straight out at me.

"Oh come on Margot this is ridiculous. Let's just let them get dressed and get out of here." That was my last attempt at getting out from under this.

"Suck my brother's dick. Be sure you put your finger up his ass before you start. Get with it Joey."

My left hand wrapped around the boy's thigh and my index finger fumbled for his sweet spot. Once I found it, I began the unlubricated intrusion. Brain jumped up as I pushed the tip of my finger up his ass. I waited a short time and continued the entrance. Margot adjusted herself to watch the ordeal. Once in I pulled him forward and my lips encircled the base of his three inch boner. My tongue explored the textures of his hard little shaft as my finger explored his immature prostate. Soon the skeptical look on his face was replaced with the look of extreme pleasure. He began moving his penis in and out as I sucked and eventually he shook as he had a dry orgasm. Finishing that, I sucked his ball sack into my mouth as Margot and her youngest brother watched.

"Now do me, do me, Joey, do me!" Little Timmy was anxious to feel the pleasure he had seen his older brother had just experienced. The process was repeated with the smaller boy. His penis was not as long as his older brother, but he certainly had similar groaning and shaking in reaction to the stimulation. Margot was intrigued with the process, Brain just sat with his legs crossed as he rubbed his penis.

After the youngest was stimulated sufficiently, I removed my finger and ushered him toward his still seated brother. Quickly Timmy recovered, "Okay, what do we get? What do we get?"

Margot answered, "You get Joey. He is going to be your slave the whole day. Whatever you want him to do, he has to do."

"Anything?" Timmy shouted as his eye glistened with the surprise.

"Yes, Timmy, anything," Margot replied. "You know how you said you were going to save your money so you could make him and Stevie be naked and let you play with them? Well, now's your chance and you don't have to pay him money."

"You mean we can make him get naked?" Brian perked up.

"Yeah, but there are some rules." Margot responded.

"What are the rules?" Brain asked with a look of disappointment.

"Well the first rule is that from whenever you boys strip him, he has to stay naked all day. So if you strip him now, he has to stay naked until five o'clock this afternoon." Brian's eyes twinkled and a smile came to his face. "You know when you go out how you boys get your clothes back?" Both boys nodded affirmatively, "Well Joey has to go out wherever, but he has to be naked." The boys giggled. Timmy was wringing his hands. "Now, you can't take him away from the woods, but if you want to make him go out by the road so others can see him, you can do that. If you want to take him to the stream and feed his dickie to the crawdads, you know let them pinch his wiener, he has to let you. He's going to be your slave. But, you boys are going to have to suck his wiener and stick things in his butt hole too. You have to do the same things to him he does to you, okay."

"I'm gonna love this," Brian said with a snarl as he wrung his hands.

"When you're ready, tell him to take off his shoes and stand up. Then you, Brian, can take his clothes off."

"Take your shoes off and stand up," the youngest boy didn't wait at all to give the order.

Having listened silently, I realized it was going to happen no matter what I did. My dick was hard as a rock at the thought of being exposed to this group of kids. Slowly, I undid my laces and kicked my shoes off. I stood as instructed.

"Put your hands on your head and turn toward me. I want to be among the first to see that boy toy of yours." Slowly I turned and did as I was told. Margot turned toward her brother and said, "Well?"

Brian's nine year old fingers quickly unfastened my belt, unsnapped the button, unzipped and yanked both shorts and underpants to my ankles. My boner bounced up and down after the abrupt freedom from my jockeys. All five hardened inches of it were exposed as Margot's hand encircled it. "Hey, we get to feel it," Timmy objected.

"Yes, Timmy, you and Brian will have all day to play with it. I just want to feel it for a minute myself." Margot played with my penis slapping it to and fro and feeling my testicles with a vengeance that brought me to my knees. "Okay, guys your turn." Momentarily the penis was again in the grasp of the neighbor kids. Margot left the fort momentarily with my shorts and underwear in hand. When she returned she had a belt which was doubled over. "Yesterday, after we talked, I brought a few things out here and hid them near your precious little fort, for today's little play session. When my father and mother divorced, Daddy left some of his stuff, like this belt. I brought this because to be a proper slave to the boys they should be able to beat your ass every now and then. Here's the story Joey, you do anything they don't like or if they so much as feel you need beating, you will be instructed to bend over a rock or a tree or something like that and they will whip your ass with this belt. Got it?"

"I never agreed to that. Margot, this isn't fair."

"I have hidden your clothes and you won't get them back unless you follow all the rules. How would you like to have to go home naked?"

"Margot, this isn't fair."

"Now they can beat your ass whenever they think you need it, understand?"

"Bu(."

"Understand?"

"Yes." What could I do but agree?

"Good, now boys if you feel he needs spanking, you must whip him at least six times, but you can keep going as much as you want after that." Margot explained. Brian smiled an evil grin, Timmy wasn't quite sure what the rules were, but he was happy I was nude.

"If he covers his boy parts, no matter what happens, you must spank him. But for covering his parts, you will whip his dick and balls. He will have to lay on his back, legs spread as you whip his wiener. Got it? If he covers them, and I don't care if it's because his mother comes, you will whip his wiener and balls at least six times."

"I wanna whip his wiener," Timmy screamed.

"Only if he covers them up", Margot reiterated.

"I hope he covers them," Timmy delightedly acknowledged.

"He might. Remember he can't be taken out of the wooded area, except maybe to the road?"

Both boys nodded.

"Well, that doesn't mean one of you can't go and find other kids to come and see and play with him. Like if you wanted to go and get all the girls you could find to come and feel his dick, you could do it."

"Margot, that wasn't the agreement. It was just you and your brothers." I argued loudly.

"We never had that agreement. I don't ever remember that being discussed." She argued. "Oh and one other thing," she left the fort again and returned with a digital camera. "I'm going to be taking pictures of you. You really are beautiful and Steve wasn't wrong about your dick there, it's beautiful and so are those legs. The other girls in class need to see this."

"No pictures," the camera came up and my hands sheltered my penis and scrotum.

"Oooppppsss, he covered. Time to whip his boy parts. Who wants to do it?"

"I do, I do," Timmy was beside himself. "Please Margot let me do it."

"I would like to do it," Brain finally spoke up.

"Okay let's go out and find a place to stretch him out for the spanking. You little boys just stay naked too. You can put your clothes on later. I want some pictures of my little brothers nude too."

"Not me, Margot. I'll tell Mom." Brian resisted.

"And, I'll tell Mom what you guys have been up to all along. I'll also tell Mom I think you need to be made to stay naked for a week or two for punishment. I'll also tell Mom I think it'd be cute to get some pictures of the two of you nude for posterity's sake. You know for the family album. Almost everyone has pictures of their naked son's in the family album and we need more of you guys. Especially you, Brian, I think the last one we have of your little wiener showing is when you were five and peeing off the porch at Grandma's. I think a picture of it at nine years old would just catch things up. I'll bet Mom would agree too. Don't you?"

"She wouldn't let you do that and you know it," the older brother argued.

"You think she'll disagree. She already lets me make you strip naked whenever I want. She even made you skinny dip at the lake this summer. Other people could see it when they went by in their boats. And, I think there were some older ladies who took pictures of you from their boat, too. Mom didn't even care. Remember? The way I see it is pictures now or pictures later, but it will happen. Maybe, if you aren't careful, it can be both. What'a you say, Sport?"

Realizing, like me he was beaten by his sisters extortive personality, Brian sulked and began to pout.

Knowing she'd won she shifted the conversation, "Now let's go find a place to whip Joey's penis. Out, all three of you, out! Brian and Timmy stay naked until I tell you to get dressed." Once we were outside the enclosure Margot ordered, "Go that way, we'll find a dead tree or something to make him lay across." She pointed toward a sunny and grassy path along the edge of the wooded area. It was evident we could easily be seen by anyone else in the area, but there didn't seem to be anyone there. As we walked Margot instructed us to stop. "There's a tree in there that's been hit by lightening that'll do."

"Ow, Margot, there's sticker bushes here. Let's go down there and go in, Timmy suggested."

"No the three of you walk through those stickers with your hands on your head. If any of you takes your hands off your head until you're at the tree, I'll whip your little ball sacks as well as Joey's."

All I can remember is the feeling of those thorny blackberry limbs scratching against the front of my body. Timmy was yelling and begging Margot to help him. She'd run around the briars and positioned herself for front on photographing as we walked through. The camera was clicking, Brian was crying and I was cussing under my breath. My legs took it worse than my penis, but my scrotum was a little scratched up. Worst of all, the bottoms of our feet were stuck almost every step we took. All three of us had small scratches on our legs our abdomens and genital areas. All I could think of was how hard it would be to explain the latter. "Okay, Joey, lie on the tree, on your back and make sure your legs hang to the side. Your arms should hang too. This is going to hurt, but you earned it."

Margot continued, "I'm going to hold his wrists down here. Timmy you grab his ankles and Brian you can do the honors."

"Wait, you said Timmy would do the spanking." I interrupted.

"I changed my mind, Brian will." She grabbed my wrists from below the downed tree. I felt Timmy try to restrain my ankles, but his hands were too small. "Timmy, just hold one leg. Brian, you stand down there at the stump so you're between his legs. Okay, now I want you to whip his dickie and balls ten times hard as you can." I must admit I became concerned at this instruction and suddenly there was an excoriating pain in my testicles. My legs moved so savagely that I brought Timmy right off the ground. As I writhed in pain the next blow landed knocking my still erect phallus flat against my pubis. Luckily, my testicles did not get a taste of that assault. However, the next three were ball centered. Though the strap itself didn't sting much, the pressure of crushing my testes did register. I remember needing to comfort myself by holding my balls, but Margot turned out to be stronger than I was from that position. I think she realized the sentence was harsh as she stopped her brother after six. As I was released, I rolled off the tree onto the ground as I cupped my testicles and assumed the fetal position. The ruthless bitch just said, "Remember that and maybe we won't have to do it again. Timmy and Brain you may go and get dressed." I listened as they "ouched" their way back through the stickers to get their clothes. By the time they returned I had recovered from the assault on my genitals. But my eyes were still teary from the ordeal. And my writhing session had been recorded for posterity by my camera wielding classmate.

"Okay boys what do you need for our nude little friend to do for you? Oh, Timmy, go over and suck on him to make him feel better before we make him do something else."

The boy almost eagerly took my flaccid penis into his mouth. As he sucked new life sprung into it and it again hardened. I must admit, my balls still hurt while he did that. They throbbed. "Lick his sack, Timmy," Margot instructed. The little tongue pressing against the bruised testes hurt too much and as I flinched she let him stop. "Brian, what do you want him to do next?"

"I want him to pick up trash along the road. If a car stops he has to stand up with his legs spread and show them his thing. You know kind do a dance to wiggle it for the people. Just a minute I'll go and get a garbage bag." More excited than he'd been minutes earlier, the nine year old ran back toward the fort. Steve and I had been using black garbage bags as a waterproof roofing material. When he returned he had one of the black plastic bags. "Here." He handed it to me.

"You had better never hold that bag above or in a way to cover your dick and balls. So you'd better hold it at your knees or leave it on the ground. Remember if you cover, you get the dick and ball spanking. Did you like that?"

"No you little bitch, I didn't."

"Boy's I believe he needs his butt beaten. If he calls me a name again I think twenty swats with the belt to his backside will help. Now, go up by the road and stay up there until we decide you can come down. Remember dick to the traffic and when the cars stop do that little dance so they can watch it move around."

"Margot, what if someone stops? Or what if, someone who knows our parents comes by?" I tried to reason.

Slowly I climbed the embankment with that bag. Once at the top I began to collect trash and almost immediately a car started coming. It wooossshed by almost as if I hadn't been standing there exhibiting my most private body parts. Within five seconds another car came, it slowed and a teenage girl leaned out the window as the horn blew. I stood wiggling my peter as instructed. The car stopped and backed up. "He little boy, let me cop a feel. Get over here and let me pull on that thing of yours." Compliantly I walked to the car. The girl grabbed it and gave a firm yank that actually made my knees thump against the door. "Okay, Suzie, take off." She still had my dick in a death grip as the car began to roll, then laughing she released it at the last minute.

I was up there for three minutes until the next vehicle came. It slowed and eventually stopped for the red light. A grown man got out, "Hey Son, what's going on here?" I could hear the three Kellys ducking down and giggling.

"Nothing, Sir. I'm just picking up some of the trash people threw out of their cars."

"No, I mean, why are you naked?"

"I like to be naked?"

"You do huh? Well you just stand there for a minute." He returned with a camera. "You just go back to doing what you were doing. I'm going to get some photos." And click away he did. He even videoed my little dance. Other cars passed but I think his car somewhat shielded my state from them. After a few minutes he beckoned me to him and he began stroking my penis as he talked. "I think you need a good spanking for this, don't you?"

"No."

"Well, shall we ask your parents what they think? Or should I just spank you and leave it at that?" I remember the fear build at the idea of this complete stranger spanking my ass. At the same time, I remember thinking if he takes me home I'll get that plus.

"I guess you can spank me and leave it at that."

He took me by the arm to the door of the backseat of his car which was opposite the road, opened the door, sat on the seat and pulled me toward him by my peter . Then he pushed me over his lap and began slapping my bare ass as hard as he could. It hurt. From the beginning the sting was followed by heat. He must have planted thirty swats on my backside before he stopped. I was crying when he stood me up. "Now shall I take you home?"

I remember how scared I was that this guy could easily wisk me away from the world I knew and turned and ran. He stood there laughing as I stumbled down the embankment. Finally, he got in his car and left. Margot and the boys caught up to me about twenty yards from the embankment. Timmy immediately admired my pink ass. I was pissed. "Margot, don't you ever make me do that again. I was scared. That guy could have taken me away."

Half smiling she admitted, "I was scared too."

"I'm putting my clothes on and going home."

"No you aren't. You have to stay naked all day."

"Bullshit, Margot. I'm going home. Where are my clothes?"

"Your shorts, underwear and shoes are mine until I decide to give them back to you. Now, just settle down. We aren't done with you. Let's go to the stream and you can sit in it to cool off that pink ass of yours."

"No, Margot, I'm done. I'm going home."

"Okay, go home."

"Where are my clothes?"

"I told you they're mine until I decide you get them back."

Still crying from the fright of the situation, I grabbed her and screamed my demand again. But she just stood there grinning.

"Let's go to the stream and cool you down." Her hands began massaging my penis and testicles. Slowly, I again began to harden. After she gave my penis a final yank, I started to walk toward the stream. The hardened member bobbed from left to right as I walked. "Wait, before you get in let's have Brian play with it a minute. Brian, get over here and suck Joey's dick." The nine year old approached slowly.

"I don't want to Margot. I'm not a queer." The boy argued.

"You suck it or Mom will know what's been going on and guess who else will spend a lot of time naked in public. You want that? Huh?"

Pouting the boy took my hardened member in his hand and engulfed the glans with his mouth. I could feel his tongue trying to force its way into the urethra. The embarrassment of my nudity gave way to a very pleasurable feeling.

"All the way in Brian and you suck it like he does yours. Now, do it."

The nine year old hand released the shaft of my penis and his mouth engulfed the whole thing up to the pubis. His tongue began exploration as it encircled the glans and shaft. He choked momentarily as the glans tickled the back of his throat and he pulled back partially. I could feel the pull of the suction from the boy's mouth. I must have groaned because Margot got busy with more orders. Just as my comfort reached the level of orgasm she gave another order to her brother, "Bite it. Bite it, Brian." I felt a sudden discomfort as the boy chomped down on my penis. He released his hold as I shoved his head backward. The teeth indentations he left on the top of the shaft were clearly visible and Margot came over to inspect. "Well now Joey, how'd that feel? Like it?"

"No, it hurt and nobody said you could hurt me. What's with that, Margot? Brian, you bastard, you didn't have to do it."

With a smirk Brian responded with a lame excuse, "Margot told me to."

"Damn! You could have bitten it off. You stupid brat."

"Well, he didn't. Did he?" His older sister defended him. "And don't call my brothers bastard or brat. You aren't all that great yourself, Joey."

We did walk down to the creek. And we did have to negotiate the trail which went right through the briars we'd encountered earlier in the day. Only this time, I was nude and the boys at least had their shoes, shorts and shirts on. Their legs took the scratching much better than my legs and pubic area. On this trip Margot couldn't resist and sadistically made me sit on a blackberry briar. I tried to light on it from an angle so the thorns would be pushed over, but to no avail. They stuck in me so badly the boys had to pick out the ones in my butt which broke off the branches when I stood up. Of course, Margot was amused.

The rest of the day was a mixture of pain and humiliation. There were some moments of pleasure however when Margot would make her brothers orally and manually stimulate my genitals and toy with my anus. I remember Margot herself took a small willow branch and delighted in bringing it down fast and hard on my erect penis. The pain she generated with that behavior was quite memorable. At one point she instructed me to lie with my penis and testicles on top of an ant hill and her brothers held me in place while the pissed off little critters bit the fire out of me. There were telltale little red pimples on the shaft of my penis, my pubis and red marks on my scrotum as a result of that experience.

Chapter 2

I came in the door dirty and somewhat disheveled. "Did you have a good time with the Kelly kids?" My mother inquired sweetly as she continued look at the cutting board lined with sticks of celery. Then she lifted her head and examined my dirty face, chest and legs. "What happened to your legs, Joey? They're all scratched up."

"Oh, I walked through some sticker bushes and they scratched me."

"You should be careful. I'm sure that stung."

I acknowledge her comment with a "Yeah, it sure did."

"Were they scratched before you went up on the road naked?"

I froze. How the hell could she know? "What?"

"I asked if they were all scratched up before you went up to the road naked. Actually, did they sting as much as the spanking you got from that man in the blue car?"

"What man? What car? What are you talking about, Mom?"

"Cut the lying, Joey. Mrs. Paulson said she saw you standing naked on the side of the road as she drove by. She turned around to confirm it was you and as she approached she saw some man wailing the tar out of your backside. He was in a blue car and had you over his lap as he sat in the backseat. I'm not happy, Buddy, you could have been really hurt by that man and even killed."

Still trying to deny it I offered, "Mom, Mrs. Paulson must have been seeing things. It wasn't me."

"Okay, pull your shorts and underpants off right now. I'll judge for myself."

"What?"

"I said get your clothes off right now. Just strip and put them by the washer. I want to examine you for a minute."

I began to object and my mother raised her index finger in the universal "I've heard all I want to hear" fashion. Then the harsh order was repeated for the last time, "Get naked right now!" Slowly I toed the heel of my right shoe and pulled my foot out of it. Then with my bare toes I toed the left shoe and pulled out of it. Slowly I unbuckled my belt and unsnapped my shorts. My sister joined my mother in the kitchen and stood there watching me. I stopped and indicated her presence. To no avail, "She's your sister and she can watch. You've nothing to hide from her." I continued to slide my shorts down. I stood there in my white briefs which were quite evidently dusted with back dirt. "Underwear too." I put my thumbs in the waist and slid them down.

As I stepped out of them my sister noted, "Geeezzz, he's pretty dirty and so are his underpants. How are you going to get the clean?" She couldn't fool me her gaze was solidly fixed on my genitals.

Mom walked over and stood me up. She gave me the motherly once over and gently lifted my penis as she examined my scrotum. "How did you get scratched up down here? Looks like the stickers must have stripped you too, huh? What are these little pimple things? " Thinking the questions were rhetoric, I remained silent. "How'd you get so dirty where the underpants and shorts should have kept you clean? Go get a bath and we'll discuss this when Dad gets home. Oh, and don't bother putting anything on after your bath. You like to be naked now, let's work with that. I like the fact your modesty has relented that much."

"I don't like to be naked. Please, Mom, please listen to me."

"There's nothing to listen to. Get a bath and get back here naked. When you come down bring some of that antibacterial cream so you sister can doctor your boy parts. Oh, and your butt had better be clean if you know what I mean. I don't want my furniture dirty."

My sister Angie immediately smiled at the prospect of 'doctoring' my private parts and piped in, "How long does he have to stay naked?"

"I don't know yet. Daddy and I will discuss it. You need to mind your own business young lady."

As I walked toward the bathroom, I heard the conversation continue in the kitchen, "Can Kathy come over while he's naked?"

"I don't see why not. Evidently he felt good enough to be naked in front of Margot."

I entered the bathroom and did as I was told. All the while wondering what would become of me. After bathing and slowly drying my scratched up body I retrieved the antibacterial ointment and took it to my mother.

"Why are you giving it to me? Angie is going to put it on you. I have to get dinner ready."

"I can do it myself, Mom."

"Oh no, you like other kids feeling your penis, well you sister Angie is going to have a turn. And, you'd better cooperate."

With that my nine year old sister entered the kitchen. "Did I hear my name?"

"Yes, your brother is ready for you to put the cream on his scratches and bites. Be sure to rub it in well on that penis and his scrotum. After you've done the penis and scrotum have him turn over and check his backside. Roll him over again and if the ointment has been soaked in, put some more on his boy parts." She threw the tube to my sister and looked at me and patted the seat of a kitchen chair, "Sit right here and spread your legs wide apart."

As my sister's fingers worked the cream into my penis it, of course, sprung to attention. She delighted in bouncing it around. "Hey, Mom look he's got a woody."

"That's enough young lady, just put the cream on. Having it hard should make it easier for you to doctor it." My mother tried to hide her smile at the situation and remarks, but it was there. It took my sister ten minutes to finish my penis, scrotum, pubic area and insides of my thighs. Seven of the ten were spent making sure my genitals were well coated. She finished my front and then I had to lay on a kitchen mat on the floor as she rubbed my globes. She only paused to make a special point of playing with my anus with the tips of her fingers. When she'd completed it I had to roll over, and, of course, she said, "Oh, Joey, I have to do your wiener and things all over again."

"No, Angie, you've done it well enough."

"Joey, let your sister do what I told her. You just do as she tells you."

When she had finished I retreated to my room still under direction to maintain my nudity. While I was there I began to anticipate part two of my predicament(my father's return from work. Actually, I knew I was in for the worst strapping of my eleven years when my Dad got home.

A half hour later, I heard my Dad come in the door and could make out the muffled greetings. I heard the voices fade as Mom evidently led him to the living room to discuss the day's events as she knew them. The thought of making an escape out my bedroom window occurred to me, but I was naked and I knew I'd have to face the music sooner or later. An escape would only make it that much worse. After fifteen minutes my sister barged into my room and said, "Mom said for you to put a t-shirt on and come to dinner." I wondered if that meant I could dress, but decided not to push it so I donned a t-shirt, leaving my lower body exposed but genitals covered by the lower portion of the shirt, and went to dinner as told. As I entered the dining room my sister hiked the back of my t-shirt up to confirm my nudity and giggled. My mother nodded her approval and I took my place at the table right next to my father, who sat at the head.

Dad finally spoke, "Joey, what could happen to you if you get too familiar with strange adults?"

"I guess they could take me away or kill me or something."

"How many times have you been told to stay away from strangers, especially, those who call you to come see them?"

"A lot."

"Yet you did it anyway?"

"I("

This time Dad held up the index finger with a look of disappointment in his eye and continued, "I want to make it clear to you kids(very clear(you stay away from people you don't know. You don't let them touch you or force you to come with them, ever. Is that understood?"

"Yeah, but he was naked too, Dad." My sister tried to amplify his anger.

"I don't care about that. I care about what he allowed a stranger to do. He might have needed that spanking, but only from his mother, me or one of the neighbors. Not from a stranger." Then he took a bite, chewed and swallowed it. "Actually, young lady, I'm proud he felt he could be naked. Hey, what were you doing naked with Margot and the boys?"

"I wasn't("

Again the finger came up. "You and I are going to have a round with the belt over the stranger thing right after dinner. Don't make it worse by lying to me about what you were doing. Now, what were you doing?"

"Margot asked me to get naked so she and her brothers could see."

My Dad chuckled and shook his head. "Girls asking boys to get naked. Boy, have times changed."

"Will you get naked when I ask you?" My sister was becoming a real pain in the ass.

"Sure he will, Honey. If he can do it for the neighbor kids, he can do it for his own sister. Won't you, Joey?" Dad answered before I could. "You want to show your friends his penis and testicles? He doesn't care he shows them to the neighbor kids. Isn't that right, Joey?"

"No."

"Well apparently we have a double standard here. We can't have a double standard now can we?"

"Dad, I didn't want to do it."

"But you did!"

"Joey, I've asked Daddy to take the belt to you tonight for what you did with that stranger. I don't want you to think it has anything to do with you being naked in front of the Kelly kids. You understand that?" my mother interjected.

"But, I won't do it again. Mom, I was scared."

"Not as scared as I was when I heard it. You know Mrs. Paulson wasn't even concerned about you being naked. She was concerned enough that she parked across the road from that car until he let you go."

I put my fork down. No way I could eat after all that. I wasn't even tempted by dessert. As Mom and my sister cleared the plates my father said, "You need to get that t-shirt off and get in my bedroom. I'll be up to conduct business in a minute. You are naked under there aren't you?"

"Yessss."

"Watch your attitude young man."

"Daddy can I watch you whip him?" My sister was relentless.

"No. You and your mother can work in the kitchen until we're done."

As he entered the bedroom he repeated his earlier order, "Get that t-shirt off and bend over the side of the bed." I did as I was told. "If your hands get in the way, I'll whip them so you'd better not try to cover until I've finished." As I stretched my upper torso over the bed I heard him fumbling around in the closet and the unmistakable jingle of belt buckles. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the implement of choice was the belt he used to hold up his jeans. It was wide and thick. He doubled it, raised it above his head and slammed it down on my bare ass. The snap was deafening and the pain was searing. Again, and again, his very accomplished swinging met the mark. After what I would consider a dozen or so applications he hung up the belt. I was bawling hysterically and jumped up and in anger announced how much I hated him for what he'd just done. Dad took such remarks in stride knowing they were statements made in the (literal) heat of the moment. He grabbed my arm and turned me around, "Yeah, well, I still love you. And, you're to stay naked until your mother or I tell you that you can get dressed. Now, go to your room and leave the door open." Angrily I stormed out. I stopped to empty my bladder and inspect the damage. My tearful face was as red as my ass as I remember. After a half hour, I came out of my room and asked my father if I could come out. He allowed it. He and my sister were sitting in the living room watching television. My sister said, "That must have hurt. I heard the whole thing. And, your butt is still red."

"Leave your brother alone." Dad cautioned.

"Where's Mom?" I asked still sniffling from the discipline session.

"She's over talking to Mrs. Kelly."

I didn't have to ask why.

After what was two hours but felt like an eternity my mother returned home. She invited my sister to go to her room so she, Dad and I could talk. Reluctantly the little brat left.

"What were you and Steven doing with the Kelly boys down there at the 'fort'?" She began.

"Quit playing with yourself and tell me the truth. What were you doing to those boys?"

I removed my hand and again tried to lie my way out of it, "Nothing. I told you they didn't come down there."

Then she reported to my father, "He and Steven took those boys down there, stripped them and played with their penises. They even engaged in oral sex with them. They anally penetrated them with their fingers and sometimes sticks. Apparently, this was something they did several times. They gave the kids money to keep the secret."

"Is that true?" my father asked.

"No. Steve might have done some of that, but not me."

"I don't believe you." My mother responded. "Even if that were true, you should have told him he shouldn't."

Then she turned to my father, "Evelyn didn't know until tonight about what was going on. She's okay with it because the boys weren't injured. Apparently Margot found out and blackmailed Joey so he did what happened today." Then she turned to me for verification. "Isn't that true? Margot said if you didn't strip she'd tell on you."

My head fell, "Yes" I mumbled.

"Evelyn stripped the boys naked and told them they'd have to spend the summer nude. She said if they liked being naked they shouldn't feel they have to hide to do it. She'd be proud to show them off. So, I guess we'll be seeing a nine and seven year old penises all summer."

"Well, I guess we should be looking at an eleven year old penis too then. What do you think?" I couldn't believe my father was actually suggesting such a thing.

"He has a good looking one doesn't he? And his little sack is nice and firm. Move your hand." At the time my hand was covering my genitals. I did as I was told. "Looks like a wrinkled plum doesn't it?" She continued, "I'd be proud to share his good looking body with friends and neighbors this summer."

"Maybe it'll make him 'man' up a little. After all boys shouldn't be so timid about their bodies." More images of my father walking around locker rooms came to mind as he continued his discourse. "Son, you are to stay completely naked for the entire summer. Your mother or I will keep all of your clothes and determine when you might have to wear them. You will make yourself available to other children. That means let them play with your boy parts as often as they want. And, yes, that includes your sister and her friends. You aren't to cover and will be nude when we take you kids swimming. Even at the public beach. You will allow folks to take pictures of you and you won't cover ever. If you cover I'll whip you with a belt. Understand?"

"But, Da("

Finger up again. "Understand?"

"Yes, sir," I pouted.

"Honey, looks like I should buy some stock in sunscreen. Between naked Kelly boys and Joey here I'd see a sudden rise in dividends." I guessed that was supposed to be funny. "Be sure you or Cindy covers his penis, scrotum and backside well. They aren't used to being in the sun." Including my little sister as someone who might put that on me was unsettling, but at the time silence was stronger than valor.

"I've got to go. I have to meet with Susan Mitchell about this stuff. She's expecting me. Wanna come with me Joey?"

"No, I'll stay here."

"No, you'll go with your mother. I'm sure Mrs. Mitchell and Steve's two little sisters will love seeing your not so 'private parts'." My father punctuated with his middle and index fingers on both hands as he smiled.

We visited Steven's house and his parents were clueless until then. I was completely embarrassed to walk in their door nude. His sisters giggled and stared. His mother, quite surprised at my state, visually examined me thoroughly and Steven just stood there blushing. He later told me he knew the jig was up when he saw me come in naked. After that meeting guess who joined the Bare Boy All Summer Club. Misery not only loves company it needs company.