Stripped For Florida, Brad and Marcia

Stripped For Florida: Brad and Marcia

* * * * *
This work is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It may contain 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.
* * * * *

STRIPPED FOR FLORIDA
BRAD AND MARCIA

Brad and his 11 year old sister walked in a daze behind their mother. Their dad was over at baggage claim while they followed their mother through the busy Jacksonville airport. This was their first visit to Florida, and the two children were almost beside themselves with excitement about going to the beach, seeing the fort in St. Augustine, visiting Harry Potter world at Universal, not to mention Disney World, SeaWorld, the Space Center and all the other adrenaline-inducing attractions. At the moment, however, their excitement was tempered by a more imminent worry. From the outset both parents had been quite clear: they'd saved up for an extravagant child-centered summer, but the kids were going to do the whole Florida vacation deal, starting with being stripped.

As they descended the escalator into the baggage claim Brad could see the large Stripped For Florida display quite clearly. Larger than life-size photos of two blond children left nothing to the imagination. It was quite obvious that one was a boy and the other a girl, but it was also evident that they were twins. The "twins" grinned out from the photo, sun-bleached hair and tanned skin advertising happy Florida childhood, naked-style! Brad was 14 and just hitting puberty in a big way. He compared the size of his penis with that of the boy in the photo and wondered if he should be proud of his new pubic hair, or embarrassed because it wasn't shaved off like the boy on the display. He cast covert looks around him as he hustled to catch up with his mother and sister. There were plenty of naked kids in the airport. It was pretty clear that some of them had spent years naked. They were sun browned all over with no tan lines and looked as comfortable in their skins as a deer or a panther. The tourist kids looked a bit burned, had bits and pieces of tan lines and white behinds, and walked with an awkward self-consciousness. As nervous and jumpy as he was about being stripped, he didn't want to look like that!

Brad caught up with his mother. "Mom," he pleaded, "do we really have to do this? There are plenty of kids who go to Florida without having to be naked."

"You know the answer to that already, Brad." His mother answered calmly and firmly. "Besides, we've spent a lot of money to get here to Florida and you and your sister agreed to everything before we made any reservations."

"That's right," reasoned the boy, "and it costs even more to get us both stripped for the vacation."

"It's well worth the money," answered his mother with a twinkle in her eyes. "Believe me, it's well worth the money. I'm sure your sister would like a look at how you've developed lately. I know I would -- you've hidden yourself too much in the last couple of years. Both your dad and I are hoping this trip will cure some of that unnecessary modesty."

Brad groaned, but his sister tried unsuccessfully to hold back a broad grin. She then giggled and bent over with a full fledged laugh.

"It's not as if you won't be naked yourself, Marcia," cautioned her mother. But the girl just kept on laughing.

As a result Brad was in a bad temper by the time they reached the desk. The blond children smiling from the photo behind her, the woman at the desk greeted them enthusiastically. "Welcome to Florida! We're happy to help you with your kids." Smiling at the children she asked, "Is this your first visit?"

The two children nodded, Brad glumly, and Marcia suddenly shy.

"Well, not to worry. Stripping can be a bit of a shock, but almost everyone really enjoys it by the time they're ready to go home. Where do you live?"

"We're from Indiana," answered their mother. "Not exactly the nude-friendly capital of the world. But we're happy to be here on vacation and both kids need to be Stripped For Florida."

"Absolutely. I'm Brenda and I'll take care of everything. In just a few minutes you two will be naked and ready to enjoy your Florida vacation! Ma'am, I'll need you to scan your drivers license right here in this machine. Then just follow the instructions on the screen. You'll need to type in your name, address and phone number. Look over the information to make sure it is correct. When you're ready, click on the green button. By doing so you're affirming that you are the legal parent or guardian of both children and have the right to have them stripped. You can pay by credit or debit card or with cash. The total will be $300.00."

While their mother typed into the keyboard the children fidgeted apprehensively.

"While the information is processing I'll just get your SFF tags ready and go over a few rules. Why don't you tell me your names?"

"Brad."

"I'm Marcia."

"Okay Marcia, Brad, once you've been tagged you'll need to undress completely before leaving the building. Otherwise the alarms will go off and alert security. The sensors are placed all over the state to make sure you are safe at all times while visiting Florida. Since you're visiting, you'll probably want to keep your clothes."

"What else would we do with them?" ventured Brad, curiosity getting the better of him.

"Well, when Florida children are stripped they have to stay naked until they turn 21 years old, so they usually put their clothes in the donation bin. We have a program where we send unneeded clothing to needy children in other places all over the world."

The two children processed this information, thinking about being stripped for what seemed like an endless amount of time . . . 21 years old!!!

"Okay, Ma'am, your information is in the system and your card has been processed. Here's a copy of your receipt. Your kids will need to undress before you leave the airport. You can keep their clothes or put them in the donation bin. Your SFF certificate is good for the duration of your stay in Florida for up to a maximum of 70 days. If you stay longer you'll need to dress the children, or purchase another two-month certificate. Marcia and Brad are allowed to wear flip flops, sandals or shoes; sun hats; and any jewelry that doesn't hide their bodies. They can also put on body paint, temporary or even permanent tattoos. I don't think you'll encounter any cold weather at this time of year, so that isn't an issue. We strongly encourage you to use plenty of sun block and to keep them well hydrated."

"What's that mean, Mom?" asked Marcia.

"It means I should make sure you drink plenty of water so you don't dry out and shrivel up like a raisin," laughed their Mom.

"That's right," remarked Brenda. "Now Marcia, I'm just going to put this little round bandage right behind your left ear . . . there you go. And Brad, okay, that's it. You can take those off in five minutes. The electronic sensors are now right under your skin and can be picked up by any of our stripping monitors throughout the state. That way we can keep track of where you are in case either of your parents or anyone else turns in a report that you are missing. The sensors also track that you are indeed stripped naked and staying that way for the duration of your stay. You two can start undressing, while I get out your gift packs."

"We get presents?" inquired Marcia.

"Well, we've got some coupons and special offers for you to enjoy, sample sunscreen products, and your guide to the Stripped For Florida program rules."

"Let's see some action on the undressing," prompted their mother. "Here's a bag. I want all your clothes neatly folded and placed in here."

"Mom, I really can't. You don't understand. What if I'm . . ." Brad hesitated, suddenly aware for the first time of the very real possibility of getting hard on the spot.

"Ma'am, also included in your gift bag is a starter kit of pills for Brad. They're included with every strip for those times when you'd like him to be a little more upstanding."

"Excuse me? What kind of pills?"

"Oh, they're sildenafil citrate, generic viagra."

"Oh my, you give those to little boys?"

"Well there's no shame in boys being erect in the State of Florida. We really don't think boys have any reason for worry. But it is a good question. The state commissioned a new formula that addressed some of the dangers that viagra can pose to younger boys. These pills are a lower dose and a different formulation. They're designed for normally functioning boys who have no problem getting erections on their own. This keeps them nice and hard without damaging sensitive tissue, raising their heartbeats, or causing a number of other worrisome side effects."

Brad blushed a deep red. By this point even his mom was blushing.

"Mom, I told you I can't do this."

"What I suggest, Ma'am is that you give him a dose right away. He'll be hard fairly soon and by the time the effect wears off he should be over any anxiety he may have."

Brad looked mortified by this conversation, especially as Marcia seemed to be starting to comprehend the subject under discussion.

Brenda continued on. "If he's still worried after the first dose, I'd suggest keeping him on the pills for a while. There are plenty of them in the sample kit. After a few days of being fully erect he should be completely oblivious to being hard in public. If you need more pills, you can pick them up from any Quick Strip or Stripped For Florida booth anywhere in the state. You'll notice that lots of boys in Florida take them every day--it's really become quite a fashion."

As if gathering her resolve, Brad's mother pulled herself upright and ordered, "Okay Brad, clothes off right this minute. Move it. You too, Marcia, you heard the lady."

"Here, Ma'am, I've got a cup of water and a pill all ready for little Brad -- he can start right now and then he won't be so little for a while, will he!" She chuckled at her own sense of humor and placed the cup and pill on the countertop.

"Okay, drink up Brad. I may have to try some of these on your father while we're at it." Looking more composed she smiled, pleased with her resolve!

Seeing the look on her face, the two kids wasted no more time taking off their clothes. As they stood there naked and embarrassed their mother thanked Brenda, handed Brad his pill and cup of water, and accepted the gift bag.

"Let's go find your father." At that moment, the two naked children and their mother turned around to find that their dad had retrieved their luggage and was pulling two wheeled suitcases towards them.

"Well, well, well, if it isn't my two beautiful, naked children" he boomed. He walked up and swung Marcia up into a big hug and kissed her on the tummy. Putting her down he gave Brad a tweak on his dick.

"Dad," protested Brad.

"Let's enjoy Florida," boomed his father.

What would happen next, wondered Brad, now that he was Stripped For Florida.

________

They had spent the night at the Seahorse Inn, right on the ocean in Neptune Beach. The area was not far from the airport and it hadn't taken them long to get into their rental car and find their way east of Jacksonville. Nevertheless, it had been dark by the time they checked in. The children had felt awkward sitting at a restaurant naked, but nobody else had batted an eye. Why should they? Florida was full of naked children. The DECENT laws had gone into effect 7 years ago, and by now Florida was in the full swing of making money off of parents stripping their children -- residents stripping their kids naked until adulthood or beyond -- and visitors paying the $150.00 per child to strip their kids naked for what was becoming the quintessential Florida vacation experience: the parental glee of embarrassing children who came from places where public nudity was not only illegal, but absolutely unimaginable.

After breakfast they put on sunblock and their parents changed into bathing suits. Everyone discussed whether they needed flip flops on the beach or not, and finally they headed out onto the sand. The beach was crowded. Adults were in everything from string bikinis and thongs to full coverage from the sun. Even many of the children were in swim suits. But there were also plenty of naked kids. Brad noted the Florida kids, running lithely over the sand, naked with not a care in the world -- or so he imagined. He also noted the tourist kids -- pale, tan lined, partially burned, awkward in their newly stripped nudity. He found himself looking over the different bodies on the beach: the differences between black, hispanic, asian and white kids. The different skin tones, and body types. He was fascinated by the variations in age, breasts, hips, penises, and girls' pudenda. There was a lot of new information to take in for a sheltered midwestern boy.

He did wonder who the clothed children were. Who would wear a bathing suit on a beach in Florida? He'd always thought that all Florida children were stripped, living naked and were used to it. The easy familiarity with the naked body of these fully tanned kids on the beach was something Brad admired. It was partly what embarrassed him about his own nudity, that he was self-conscious and unnatural with it. Kids who came to Florida with their parents on vacation were usually stripped. He knew that had to be true. After all, that was absolutely the thing to do. Parents would strip their kids for a Florida vacation no matter what their children said, wanted or threatened. If you didn't come back from vacation with photos of your nude kids on a beach it was like going to Paris and reporting that you hadn't bothered to see the Eiffel Tower. It was unthinkable.

While he pondered on this they passed an SFF booth on the beach down near the municipal pier. The same blond twins looked out from a Stripped From Florida poster. A tall banner on a curved pole set into the sand announced "Quick Strip" and fluttered in the breeze coming off the ocean. As they passed by Brad heard a boy pleading with his mother, "Please mom, I don't care anymore, just strip me. It's too hot and all my friends are naked anyway. I just want to play on the beach and not worry about it." Brad stopped to listen, wondering if he'd get some insight into his questions. The boy's mother stopped in front of the tent.

"If you ask me one more time, I'm just going to do it, John. You know the consequences."

"I'm just too hot in these stupid swim trunks and they get all sandy." The boy was about Brad's age and wore knee length surfer style trunks. His hair was sun bleached and he wore a short shell necklace around his neck.

"One quick strip, Florida resident," requested his mother, stepping up without hesitation to the attendant. "Here's my Driver's License, everything is correct on it. This is my son, John -- here's his ID card -- and I can give you $45.00 in cash."

As Brad watched in amazement the transaction was quickly completed, the little round bandaid was placed behind the boy's ear, and John stripped off his suit. "You're naked until you're 21 -- now run off and play," said the mom. The attendant handed the mother a little bottle that Brad recognized as the erection pills. He gave a little grin of recognition and looked down at his own still-erect penis. He figured even Florida boys were encouraged to be more "upstanding." Brad realized a lot of these swimsuit-clad kids must be Florida residents who somehow had never been stripped. He'd just watched a kid lose his clothes for his entire childhood just so he could enjoy the freedom of a few summer days on the beach without the hassles of bathing trunks. He tried to imagine what it would be like if he were to go back to Indiana this way. Instead of putting his familiar clothes back on, he'd have to go to school naked with all his classmates, play video games with his friends after school, and sit down to dinner at home -- all in the nude. What about trying to arrange a date with Robin, the girl he liked but with whom he hadn't even managed to start a conversation? Gee, he couldn't even talk to her with clothes on. He decided that trading in one's clothes for a few weeks of summer fun was a scary proposition. As much as he admired the kids running across the beach, easy in their own naked skins, he looked at them in a new and more apprehensive light. If he lived in Florida, he didn't know what he would want to do.

_______

Brad's mother peered into the shop window on St. Augustine's St. George street. "Oh, look, Brad! Aren't these just darling! Honey, we have to get one of these for Brad -- maybe even one for you," she said, leering at her husband.

Brad took a look, but didn't see anything very appealing. Marcia on the other hand put her hand to her mouth and started giggling.

"Oh Mom," begged Marcia. "Get him one. Make him wear it."

Brad took another look, wondering what his sister found so interesting. This time he caught a glimpse of a silver ring, embellished with some type of engraved knotwork. It wasn't the ring itself that was so mortifying, but the item on which it was displayed. The ring was set neatly at the base of a shiny black plastic erect cock. Just to make clear the intended audience, the cock was not oversize and huge, but a very nicely proportioned young adolescent-sized appendage. The ring was clearly being marketed for boys Stripped For Florida.

Having spent the last three days as hard as a rock, being paraded through one public venue after another, Brad was already sure that Stripped For Florida had already been as embarrassing for him as possible. But the sight of the cock ring brought up a whole new realm of possibilities. He hadn't even known such things existed! Couldn't have imagined it. This was definitely not Indiana. At home he'd never seen anyone naked. Nor had anyone seen him naked since he was a little kid. Now he was being dragged down a busy tourist street in the "Oldest City in America," kept hard as a rock by twice daily doses of the special pills, and now his sister was weighing in on the purchase of genital jewelry! Thinking fast he let out what he hoped was a very convincing groan, "Mom, Dad, I'm dying of thirst. I think I'm going to faint. Let's get to a cafe quickly."

"He's had a lot of sun, Honey," admonished his mother, directing her comments to his Dad. "Let's go in the shop and cool off before we do any more sightseeing."

This wasn't turning out right, thought Brad. Once inside Marcia and his mother began examining a huge display of cock rings of all sizes and styles. Brad hung back and tried to disappear into a corner. His dad wandered into another aisle and seemed to have found something of interest.

Brad wasn't paying much attention until he heard Marcia's voice in the next aisle, pleading louder and louder. "Please mom, it would look so good, please, make him wear it, please!!! I want to see him wear it for the whole vacation. He could even wear it at home. We could keep him naked at home and make him wear it . . . Please."

"You're quite interested in this, young lady, aren't you!" laughed her mother. "Fortunately for you, so am I."

"Darling . . . " she called her husband.

At the same time Brad heard his Dad speaking softly. "Honey, look what I've found. It looks like you've got something for Brad, and I've found something perfect for Marcia here."

Brad's ears perked up. Other than being stripped naked, it felt like Marcia had sort of had a free ride on this trip. All the inordinate attention had been paid to him and his dick. His sense of sibling rivalry had naturally found this very unfair. What could they have found in a store like this for Marcia he wondered. It had to be something good -- as in good to take attention off him for a change! He came round the corner of the aisle just in time to see Marcia's face turn pale as she looked at a tiny object in a box.

"What a wonderful idea, darling," His mother's voice was like honey and singing. "I'm so thrilled you would be open to getting this done for our daughter."

Marcia looked like she was trying to sink through the floor.

The four of them went up to the desk. "We'd like this ring," explained their mother. "And for this, do you do the piercing here on the premises?" Piercing? Were they getting Marcia's ears pierced? That didn't explain Marcia's reaction at all.

"Yes, we do. We use 24 karat gold piercing bars and all our jewelry is hypoallergenic and comes with a lifetime guarantee. Let's see what you've chosen, Ma'am. Oh, very nice, is it for your little girl? It will look simply gorgeous on her. Did you choose it, honey," asked the clerk, looking at Marcia.

Marcia shook her head no, her eyes wide.

"Don't be nervous, dear, it only stings for a minute. We use a local numbing creme and by the time it wears off you'll be all healed up. It'll make your little clit look so cute with just a bit of gold glinting there."

Brad was mystified, not following this conversation at all.

"Let's just get you up on this stool. Open your legs a little wider. That's right. Now I'm just going to swab with a little antisceptic and numbing creme."

Marcia seemed in a daze, not reacting at all. Brad stood in shock watching the lady run a piece of damp cotton over his sister's body, right above her vagina. What in the world is going on he wondered? Next thing he knew the clerk had grabbed an instrument that looked like a plastic gun. There was a loud noise and sharp, piercing scream filled the store. Everyone turned and stared at him.

"My sister, what did you do to her?" he yelled. "Did you hear her scream?"

"That was you Brad," announced Marcia in a perfectly calm voice. "I'm totally fine."

Brad's face flushed bright red and the heat was so strong he felt like he was going to collapse at any moment. That scream came out of him?

"You did very well, little lady," congratulated the clerk. "I've had grown women go into a faint simply at the sight of the piercing gun. How does it feel?"

"It feels fine. I didn't know what to expect, but now that it's there it looks pretty." Marcia giggled. "Too bad I'll have to keep it covered up in Indiana."

"Well, maybe Brad won't be the only one we keep naked at home!" announced her mother. Turning to the clerk she said, "Maybe we could fit Brad's ring on him now?"

"No problem at all. Your name is Brad?" asked the clerk, turning around. Brad nodded. "Well young man, just hop up here on this stool and we'll have you fitted into that beautiful ring."

Brad found himself sitting on the stool. The lady put some lotion on her hands and stroked his penis. He jumped at the sensation, not only of someone touching him, but at the odd sensation of the liquid. "Sorry for the little surprise, that's the effect of the alcohol. This lotion will get your penis soft here for a moment so we can slip the ring on. Let me slide it all the way up -- there we go. I just need to measure the fit. Alright, Brad, I'm going to slip this off for a moment. We need to tighten the fit of the ring just a bit so that the jewelry stays on even when you're soft. This will just take a moment."

The clerk took the ring and set it into a clamp device on the counter. She adjusted a few knobs and turned a screw several times.

"Okay, I'm just going to slip this on again." She grabbed the end of his penis with one hand while she pushed the ring up as far as it would go toward his body. Brad couldn't decide if he was mortified at the public display or entranced by the feeling of a woman's hand on his penis. "Very good! Now I'm going to use this other lotion to harden you up. I have to make sure the ring isn't so tight that it will cut off your blood supply when you're fully erect." Rubbing lotion from another bottle on her hands the clerk stroked Brad's penis a few times and instantly he sprang into the hardest erection he'd ever felt -- much harder and longer than anything he'd experienced from the pills. "My god," he croaked, "what is that stuff?"

"This is a special creme," laughed the clerk. "If you're very, very nice maybe your mother will buy you some! Maybe you'll want some for hubby too," she said, winking over at Brad's mom. "I think the ring is sized just right. See, there's just enough play here to make sure your blood supply can get into your penis when you're fully hard, and as we already tested, the ring will stay on when you're soft. You can wear the ring 24 hours a day without any adverse effects."

After the jewelry had been paid for the two newly adorned children were herded toward the door. "Enjoy your stay," called out the clerk, pleased to have made yet another sale thanks to Stripped For Florida.

"Do I have to wear this all the time," asked Brad as they emerged back into the bright sunlight of St. George Street.

"Of course you do," announced his mother. "Marcia's ring is soddered onto her clitoris permanently. Even though you could take your ring off very easily, I expect you to leave it there permanently as well. If you don't, then we'll have to consider doing something about it." Brad didn't like the sound of that, even though he couldn't imagine what else could possibly be done.

______

They were staying in another motel, this time in the town of St. Augustine Beach. Their parents had splurged and gotten a suite this time and Brad lay in bed in the dark, his sister across the room in the other bed. Brad wasn't used to the claustrophobia of a Florida motel room, with the windows shut tight, air conditioner droning on. The lack of fresh air and the blinds blocking out almost all light made him feel like he was trapped inside of some ancient Egyptian tomb. At home in Indiana he always slept with the windows wide open, the night breeze blowing the curtains open and moon and starlight filtering through the trees. Summers were hot in Indiana, but no one had air conditioning. Evenings were long, dusk drawing into late night as light slowly faded away. Somehow Brad never needed much sleep during those months. Lying here in this closed in space he felt anxious and restless. The constant pill-induced erection of the last few days didn't help. And now, with the cock ring in place he felt like he was going to burst. He hadn't come once since arriving in Florida. He'd had no privacy, just constant arousal. This was the first night that all four of them weren't sharing one room together. He grasped the shaft of his penis. With tentative motions he began to jack off.

"Brad . . . "

He froze, his hand holding his penis.

"Brad . . . "

"Hmmm . . . "

"Brad, are you playing with yourself?"

He stayed motionless. How could his sister even know he did that?

"Brad . . . I'm sorry, that isn't what I meant to say. I mean, I know boys do that, but, what I mean is . . . "

What was Marcia trying to say? Brad's mind was reeling even as his body lay frozen in some type of paralysis.

"I mean, I know I've probably been really annoying at your expense, what with you having to take all those pills, and being hard all the time, and having to wear the ring and . . . what I'm try to say is, how can you stand not coming? I mean, THIS RING IS DRIVING ME CRAZY AND IF I DON'T COME I'M GOING TO EXPLODE!"

Brad lay there in shock, the import of Marcia's torrent of words sinking in and mingling with his own desperation to come. He had a sudden vision of the two blond children on the Stripped For Florida poster. They were twins, had known each other their whole lives. What did they do at night together? For the first time he wondered what his parents were up to and realized why they might have splurged for a suite. His hand stroked down his shaft until it touched the metal of his cock ring.

"Brad . . . "

He felt Marcia's hand on his arm and a shock jolted through him at the unexpected touch.

He looked over in the dark and saw the glint of Marcia's clit ring shining right beside his bed.

"Brad . . . I don't mind if you want to do it . . . I mean touch yourself . . . or come. Do you understand what I'm saying?"

"Hmmm, mmm, yes, I think so."

He felt Marcia slip into bed beside him, her slight weight shifting the mattress. Without warning Marcia's hand grasped his dick and slid down until it touched his own hand. She pulled back up the shaft. She was gentle, firm and insistent. His own hand remained where it was, grasping the metal ring at the base of his cock. Marcia worked her hand up and down until suddenly his penis exploded, shooting jet after jet of sperm all over his body and Marcia's. Days of arousal and unreleased tension burst out of him, shaking his body, racking his breath in an almost frighteningly intense orgasm. While his chest was still heaving in the aftermath he felt Marcia's hand wandering over her own body and soon after she was in the convulsions of her own orgasm.

When Brad woke in the morning Marcia was snuggled against him, their naked bodies streaked with his dried sperm. He slowly began to extricate himself so he could get up and pee. Marcia's lashes opened, and she simply smiled and looked at him with so much love. He kissed her on the lips and got up and padded across the carpeting to the toilet.

At breakfast Marcia and Brad were in an astonishingly good mood, not taking their eyes off one another. Their parents looked from one to the other and wondered. Running across the sand at the beach, Brad suddenly realized he wasn't one of the awkward ones any more. He was in a different body, but it was his own!!! "Come on Marcia!" he yelled, and they held hands and ran into the surf!!!!

_______

Brad really didn't mind wearing the cock ring after he got used to it. It kept him in a pleasant state of arousal, especially after his mother stopped dosing him with the Viagra pills all the time. He really disliked the constant engorgement caused by the pills and was happy to feel the more natural flux of his own body after the delayed effects finally wore off. The ring also attracted the attention of some hot-looking girls, and Brad had to admit he didn't mind that a bit. No, it wasn't that he minded the cock-ring. What caused him to forget to wear it was an altogether different reason.

They'd discovered a nude--technically a "clothing optional"--beach just south of St. Augustine and his parents had been demonstrably happy to shuck their own bathing suits. Brad figured they were just as happy to be free of the clinging wet textiles as any kid in Florida seemed to be. He thought it would be weird to see his parents naked. After all, they were never naked back home. But with all the nude bodies on display in Florida, it turned out to be a fairly ordinary experience. After discovering the naked beach option his parents had rented motel suites every place they'd stayed. It wasn't difficult for Marcia and Brad to make a guess that his parents were having a pretty good Florida vacation as well.

At first Brad was really confused about the clothing optional beach. He understood that adults weren't allowed to simply go naked on the streets of Florida. But, on private property set aside for clothing optional activities adults could shuck their clothes without a care in the world. The weird thing was that only kids who'd been stripped could go naked on clothing optional property. "But that doesn't make any sense," argued Brad. "How come everyone can be naked here except the kid that had to wear clothes in the mall next door?"

"It doesn't really make sense to me," agreed his dad, "but that's Florida law. They've set it up so that kids have to be either naked everywhere, or clothed everywhere. I guess there is one exception in that anyone can be naked in their own home, or in the home of anyone who allows it. But for places meant for the public the other rule applies."

"So, if you want your kid to be naked with you in a clothing optional resort, you've got to strip them. Then they're required to be naked all the time. And if they're a Florida kid they have to stay naked until they turn 21," summarized Marcia.

"That's it!" confirmed their dad.

Marcia and Brad had easily gotten used to the "suite life" and had quickly advanced to masturbating one another every night. With Marcia's encouragement Brad had learned how to tease her clit, taking care to feel around the little piece of jewelry and touch her most sensitive parts. He'd explored inside her with his fingers and enjoyed the power to give her so much pleasure. He'd also quickly gotten used to being jacked off every night, and sometimes in the morning before breakfast as well. Although the ring gave him a nice tingle of arousal all day, Brad had discovered that it was a lot easier to come with it off. It was after one of the pre-breakfast orgasm sessions that he realized he'd forgotten to put the ring back on. The four of them were sitting at breakfast when his mother noticed it was gone. Brad got up to go back to the buffet for more waffles when his mother remarked on the ring.

"You're not wearing your ring, son."

"Oh," Brad looked down at his dick with surprise, "I must have forgotten to put it back on."

"You're never supposed to take it off," said his mother, "remember?"

"I'm sorry, I really am. I like the ring a lot."

"That's not the point, Brad. Marcia's ring is permanently attached to her body. She can't choose to take it on and off, or forget to put it back on. We applied the same rules to you and trusted you to keep them."

"That's right son," confirmed his father. "We told you that if you weren't able to keep it on, we'd have to take the next step."

Brad stopped in mid step, holding his breakfast plate and wondering what possible next step there could be. He couldn't think what was possible and was afraid to ask.

"I'll go get the ring now," he said quietly, hoping this would bring the discussion to an end. He left the room and walked down the walkway to their room.

For several hours it seemed all was well. They finished breakfast, went down to the beach for a while, played mini-golf and had a light lunch. It was after lunch that Brad realized that his parents had been busy.

"I've made a few phone calls, Brad. We've found someone who can do the procedure, but we're going to wait until right before we leave Florida. In the meantime, please keep your cock ring on at all times. That's why we bought it for you. On another note, we've also gotten special tickets that will get us in to Harry Potter world an hour before the park opens to the general public. We're going to stay at the Royal Pacific Hotel tonight, right inside of Universal Studios.

When they were alone Brad tried to see if Marcia knew what was happening.

"I really don't. Not this time. I knew about the penis ring, of course, and the pills. I figured out about the clit ring before the guy actually put it on me -- thank goodness! I would have fainted if I didn't realize that was what was going to happen, but when I saw dad get so excited about the jewelry I worked out what it was for before we went around to the piercing counter. But this time I have no clue. I don't really know what they have for boys besides rings. But I'll come with you and stay in the room and if it looks like its something bad maybe I'll be the one to scream this time." Brad nodded in embarrassment, remembering the shriek he'd let out when Marcia got pierced.

"Maybe it isn't anything like that," Brad told his sister. "Anyway, just think, tonight we'll finally be in Orlando!"

________

"We all need to get up early tomorrow, " announced their Dad after dinner. "We've got to check out of this hotel, drive back up the coast for Brad's procedure and get all the way up to Jacksonville airport afterwards. We'll stay overnight right outside the airport at one of the cheaper motels there. That way we can return our rental car in the evening and use the motel shuttle bus to get our flight back home in the morning. I must say we've had a very wonderful Florida vacation. I want to thank both of you kids for being a simply delightful part of Florida -- it is really nice to see you both so happy!"

Lying in bed before falling asleep Brad gave voice to his worries. "I'm still wondering what this procedure is all about that Mom and Dad keep talking about. Do you think it is something horrible?"

Marcia lay on her back in her own bed. "I just wonder what it is that they waited to do it on our last day. That's the part that's really weird. I mean, they decided to do this even before we came to Orlando, but they put it off until now."

"I'm really scared, Marcia."

"Do you want me to come sleep with you?"

"Please." Marcia scampered across the room and snuggled into bed with Brad. Naturally within a few minutes they were fingering one another.

"Hey Brad, want me to try something new?" asked Marcia. Without waiting for an answer she moved down the bed and engulfed as much of Brad's penis in her mouth as she could take. Brad gasped. That was something amazing. He'd heard boys talk about getting a blow job, but he'd never figured it was this good. Plus, he would never have asked Marcia if she wanted to try it.

"That's amazing! Don't stop. What's it feel like for you?" Brad blurted out contradictory remarks.

"It's cool" mumbled Marcia with her mouth full. Sucking upwards and temporarily releasing Brad's dick she grinned up at him, "I love your dick!!!"

"Wow!" moaned Brad. Marcia sucked him all the way to orgasm and did her best to swallow every bit of come. It was nothing out of a porn movie, but the both of them enjoyed the messy process. "Marcia," suggested Brad, "can I try that on you? I don't mean sucking your dick -- but you know, licking your clit and vagina."

"Sure, I'm sure I'll love it," sang out Marcia, "besides, I bet I have the sweetest cunt you've ever tasted!!!"

Marcia crawled back up the bed and lay spread eagled across the sheets, presenting her self to Brad's tongue. He positioned himself across her tummy and leaned in close to her labia. He put his tongue out tentatively and tasted her flesh. It was sweet and salty, and tangy, and something like the ocean they'd been swimming in so far from Indiana. But there was something else too, a bit of what he could only describe as Marcia. The same quality as her lips when he kissed her, like her skin when he tasted her, like her scent when she snuggled up close in bed. He loved his sister so much, and now he sought to pleasure her in earnest, darting his tongue this way and that around her clit ring, up and down and between the furrows of her labia. He found her opening with his tongue and tried to use it like a miniature penis, giving her a miniature little fucking. He wondered if he'd ever actually fuck her, or if they'd stay on this side of the line in their sexual intimacies. Marcia began to squirm and moan as his tongue darted in and out of her. He reached his finger up around her clit and stroked the engorged little organ, flicking the tip of his finger around the back of the slick tissue. Marcia hissed through her teeth. "Don't stop, don't stop . . . " She convulsed into a powerful orgasm and reached down and held his hand still. Her breathing was ragged as her body slumped into happy relaxation. "Oh Brad, that was absolutely wonderful. Oh my! We have to do that again!!!!."

_______

The trip from Orlando along the Beeline to the coast and up I-95 was quiet. Brad was brooding with worry about the "procedure" he was about to undergo. Marcia held his hand. Their dad pulled the car off the expressway exit and after a few blocks they pulled into the lot of a non-descript strip mall. A sign announced that one end of the mall was occupied by the "Hills Bay Medical Center" which offered Brad no clues. There were certainly no hills in sight! The boy shuffled in after his parents and stood silently as they checked in with the receptionist.

"Just have a seat. The nurse will take you back for prep in about 15 to 20 minutes. Dr. Crenshaw is really busy today, but we're happy to fit your son in for his big day."

Big day? Just what was going on?

"Brad." The nurse was calling his name from the doorway to the right of the reception desk. Brad rose, "Here, I'm Brad." He walked toward the door in a near trance, his family following after. They were led to a small exam room and told to wait. I guess they don't have to ask me to undress for the exam thought Brad with a wry sense of humor. Marcia gave him a small smile and he squeezed her hand for comfort. "Here are two pills, it's vallium to help you stay calm," explained the nurse, "just swallow them down with this cup of water and I'll let the Doctor know you're ready to see him."

Brad gulped down the two pills and looked at himself in the mirror that hung over the countertop. His face looked pale and anxious. I guess I am worried, he admitted to himself.

"I'm Dr. Crenshaw," announced the white haired man who entered the room. "I'm guessing you're the lucky boy," he said, turning toward Brad. "I assure you that you're in good hands. We'll do the procedure under local anesthesia and you'll be as good as new in 3 or 4 months."

Months! thought Brad. What were they doing, amputating his arm? Well, that wouldn't ever be a good thing -- what could his parents possibly have cooked up?

"So, let me explain what we're going to do," continued the Doctor, as if reading Brad's mind. "You've heard of a Prince Albert?"

"Umm, no . . ."

"Let's have you up here on the exam table so I can give you a better explanation. A Prince Albert is a piercing that passes through your urethra and down through the bottom portion of the crown of your penis."

Brad must have looked both horrified and confused, so the Doctor gently spread Brad's legs apart and took the boy's penis in his hands. "This is the opening of your urethra" explained the Doctor, fingering the end of Brad's penis, showing him the place where urine comes out. "The urethra itself is a tube that runs through your penis. Urine passes through it, and when you have an orgasm the sperm and seminal flued also pass through the tube. It is possible to pass a metal ring through the opening of the urethra, and then create a piercing that allows it to emerge down here on the bottom of the crown of your penis." The doctor ran his fingers around the part of Brad's penis where the shaft ended and the mushroom head began. Brad was trying as hard as he could to stay soft, but all this touching and talk about his penis was quickly getting him hard. He had spent almost the entirety of his Florida vacation fully erect, nude, in public -- so he didn't panic or try to cover himself as he would have a few weeks earlier in his life. Hell, a few weeks earlier he couldn't imagine that he'd be seen naked at all. Now he was sitting in this office while a Doctor calmly explained to his entire family how his penis was going to be maimed for life.

"I . . . I don't think I like the idea of this," Brad murmured quietly. He was afraid to be too adamant. His parents might lay into him at any moment about how his sister was permanently attached to a piece of metal. And he didn't want Marcia to feel like he was unfeeling towards what she had gone through to get it attached. "It sounds like it will ruin my dick for life," is what he managed to say.

"Well, the Prince Albert is by far the most common genital piercing for males, so I thought I should explain it to you. But that's not what we're going to do to you," continued Doctor Crenshaw.

Brad let out a small sigh of relief, but was still apprehensive. After all, they were here for some procedure and it was evident it was going to involve this rather special piece of him.

"What we'll be doing today has the unusual name of 'Apadravya.' The downside is that it is a more complex procedure and it takes longer to heal. On the other hand, I think you're really very lucky. You're young and the piercing should heal up nice and clean. It is my personal opinion that this type of genital jewelry looks much nicer than the ring used in a Prince Albert, especially on a good looking naked boy such as yourself." Brad blushed a little and looked down at his penis, still resting in Dr. Crenshaw's hand. "Was it your idea to get your penis pierced?"

"Ah, no, I wouldn't say that," answered Brad.

"Oh, it's a present, then! Maybe even a better present for someone else -- but I'm sure you'll enjoy it as well. You see, the best part is that an Apadravya absolutely drives girls wild. Of all the penis piercings that can be done, this is by far the one that women rave about the most. Let's just say, you'll give a girl a really good time in bed when this heals up!" At this point Brad had to squeeze his eyes shut to survive the rush of blood to his face. His penis throbbed at full erection. Dr. Crenshaw gave his dick a good squeeze.

"Okay, that sounds good," hazarded Brad after the blush subsided a bit, "but what exactly will you do?"

"Basically we do the first procedure I described, the Prince Albert, but instead of putting a circular ring through the urethra, we continue the piercing all the way up to the top of the penis and insert a vertical barbell-shaped piece of jewelry. When it's all done you'll be able to see a round ball along the top of the crown of your penis, and another ball at the bottom. There's a lot less jewelry to catch on anything and the effect is nice and smooth when you're having intercourse. The piece is designed to stay in your penis permanently. That's one advantage of having this procedure done when you're young -- you'll heal up nice and your penis still has some growing to do, so the tissue around the pierce will be nice and smooth. For the next few months you'll need to keep it very clean, avoid sex, and stay naked as much as possible."

Brad realized that home life in Indiana was not going to be what it had been -- this was yet another hint that he was going to be naked as much as Indiana laws allowed.

"Just think," continued the doctor, "You'll have this pleasure-inducing device permanently attached to your body for the rest of your life! I'm just going to go wash up and our nurse will be in to get you ready. See you in a few minutes."

Dr. Crenshaw left the room and a few minutes later the nurse returned. "We'll just take you through here to our operating room. The family is welcome to watch -- it is pretty fascinating! Brad, I'll have you sit here in this chair and I'll need to connect you to a few wires and monitors. We keep track of your blood pressure and pulse during the entire procedure, but you won't be fully out or anything. We give you a stronger dose of vallium to keep you relaxed and strong local anesthesia." Brad lay down in what looked like a dentist chair. The nurse reclined the chair and started attaching sensors to his hand, arm and chest. She handed brad a cup of water and two more pills, which he drank down. At that point reality got a little blurry around the edges, but he definitely felt the injections that Dr. Crenshaw gave him in the pelvic area. Marcia and his parents sat to one side while the Doctor and nurse arranged their tools for the procedure.

Brad drifted off into half sleep, dreaming of Marcia's clit, running on the beach and a sea monster that threatened to devour his penis. Suddenly he felt something like a red hot spike stab through his penis. It felt like his entire body was flowing with hot lava and that his head was about to blow its top. He convulsed forward ready to spring out of the chair, scream at the top of his lungs and throw himself into the nearest body of water. Instead he found himself firmly restrained by straps around his arms, chest and legs. His voice came out as an addled curdle of sounds.

"It's all done, honey," soothed his mother.

"We're just finishing up," added the doctor, "that was the hard part -- you did great."

He felt a hand smoothing his hair and knew that it was Marcia.

Exhausted from the pain he fell back into troubled reverie.

When Brad awoke he was in a different room. Sunlight shone through partially closed blinds onto yellow walls and he saw his family sitting on a small couch watching him.

"How do you feel, dear," asked his mother.

"That hurt like bloody hell," gasped Brad. "In fact, it hurts really bad right now." He leaned forward to see if his penis were as maimed as it felt, but it lay there pretty much normal except for a small bandaid wrapped around the tip. He wasn't erect, which he figured was a good thing. Oh well, he still had his penis, even if it burned like someone had driven a nail through it.

"Hey, I just had a thought. Marcia, you were so brave when you got your clit piercing done. Didn't it hurt like hell?" With his new knowledge of Marcia's clitoris and its sensitive qualities he realized that he couldn't imagine how she had it pierced without fainting on the spot.

"No," answered Marcia, "I didn't actually get my clitoris pierced. You're the real brave one! I got the little hood that wraps around the clitoris pierced, sort of like if you got your foreskin done. It hurt less than when I got my ears pierced. I can't imagine how you survived the pain of getting something put right through your penis!"

"Well, it's done now and I guess if the doctor's right it will be all healed up in a few months. All I can say is, now that I've gone through all this I hope a certain girl is ready to enjoy it!" He looked straight at Marcia. Oh, shit, he thought. I can't believe I said that right in front of Mom and Dad. But they just sat there and smiled knowingly.

"I can hardly wait!" announced Marcia.

(The End)