Consequences For My Modesty
By Running Bare
Copyright 2012 by Running
Bare, all rights reserved
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story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced
spanking, and sexual activity of preteen and young teen children for
purpose of punishment. None of the behaviors in this story should be
in real life, as that would be harmful and/or illegal. If you are not
of legal age in your community to read or
such material, please leave now.
The New Hampshire
state Boy Scout camp was six hundred acres donated by some millionaire
in the twenties. There
was a statue of
him at the front entrance gazing out the gate.
There was some kind of quote about Boy Scouts being
important to forming
good men. One of
those things most kids
ten to eighteen don’t pay much attention to.
my first experience at going to camp during the
summer. I didn’t
want to go, but my
parents insisted. Having
twelve they were intent on a month without me around to
just make things a little easier with my three other siblings. I was the oldest of the
bunch and apparently
was giving Mom a lot of teenage attitude.
Frankly, she was looking forward to the respite. My Dad was more interested
because he foresaw
the experience as critical to my growing up with healthy male attitudes. He prided himself in
showing me photos of his
time at YMCA camp as a teen. There
several folders of nude teens holding canoe paddles over their genitals
smiling as if they were having a good time.
There were photos of their bare backsides as they stood at
with an occasional penis shot from an unsuspecting kid.
All I can say is public nudity was not my
idea of a good time. Anyway,
I was going
to scout camp, not YMCA camp, and, on top of that, I was going to a
modern concepts of modesty, not those of thirty five years prior.
1973 I began a month long session with scout
camp. Mom and Dad
and all my siblings
were along for the trip to the camp.
drove through the gate and past that life sized statue I described
before. We followed
a tree lined road which
eventually culminated in a large parking lot.
Off to the right of the lot were ten or twelve cabins
situated in a
circle around a large opened grassy circle with a flag pole in the
middle. I have to
admit, it did look like it had some
possibility for fun. Dad
footlocker. He took
one handle and I the
other and off we went. I
apprehensive as I hadn’t been away from family for such a lengthy time
annual two week visits to my grandparents’ home.
But I did know eleven of the boys who were
coming for the July session.
all from my troop. Other
than that there
were boys from all over the state.
registration I was assigned to cabin 2.
I half expected it to be inhabited by the
other boys from my troop. We
find out that camp policy was no more than two boys from the same troop
be in the same cabin. The
part of the camping experience was to make new friends and this kind of
the issue. What I
was to find out was
that Andrew Kagen was the only other boy from our troop in my cabin. He was a tall lanky kid
who probably weighed
less than my dog. He
wore braces on his
teeth and was the brunt of a lot of teasing.
He was a year older than I was so we’d gone to the same
years but never the same class. I
the kid was skinny. Not
that I was fat,
far from it. I was
pretty lean, but a
little more muscular than Andrew.
liked him. He was a
kind boy with strong
said I was shy about one thing—my body.
It bothered my mother that I would lock the
bathroom doors so she couldn’t come in while I was showering. I even refrained from
wearing shorts because
of all the, usually adult female, comments about my “beautiful boy
legs” when I
was made to wear them. It
father that I was so shy that I’d wear my bathing suit in the shower at
community pool after swimming. Most
would men and other boys would strip naked to shower off prior to
their clothing from the rental baskets.
I slipped my jeans on over the wet bathing suit. Of course
once my father would publicly demand that I “man up” as he dried his
torso in the locker room. I
bothered my P.E. teacher at the junior high.
On more than one occasion he mentioned to my father that I
showered after class. It
was a leap
enough for me to strip, don the jock and gym shorts required for class. I’d wait to do a rapid
removal of my jockeys
and quickly put that strap on after the boys occupying the bench in my
lockers had cleared out. No
about it, I was body shy. You
of my male classmates in junior high would stand there with their dicks
and carry on a conversation with each other.
It was hard not to stare at their equipment while they did
so, but if
you were caught doing it, you’d be the subject of name calling
“queer”, “fairy” and so on even though I think every one of them could
about everyone else’s package. They
never got caught doing the obvious.
a long story short, I was only allowed to pack
shorts for the month I went to camp.
had about five pair of scout shorts, which were shortened about six
inches by my mother so they didn’t come close to touching the top of my
and three pair of cut offs that were hurriedly fashioned even shorter
scout shorts out of pairs of my perfectly good long jeans. My only consolation was
that I was going to
be at a camp and not publicly displayed when I wore them. I’d never had another boy
my age say anything
about my legs, only older women and occasionally teenage girls, but
enough to make me self-conscious about them.
parents, leaving me at camp to have the ultimate male
experience offered the possibility of curing my self-consciousness. A month with other boys
from around the state
might loosen my modesty. All
parents and other family members had cleared out by four in the
afternoon. At five
we were introduced to bug juice and
given bologna sandwiches, macaroni and cheese and salad for dinner. It was served family style
with one boy from
each table taking a turn as the waiter.
He’d bring the heavy plastic plates clean, but stained
after years of
use, cups (those heavy plastic of red, green and cloudy clear cups with
scratches on them), bent metal eating utensils, bowls and trays to the
table. As the food
was consumed those waiter
boys would run back and forth to the kitchen for refills as needed. During their waiter
assignment, they would
also have to clear the tables and clean up after meals. The serving
was set by the counselor in our cabin.
It was a learning experience for all of us first timers.
dinner, I was on my way into our cabin.
As I approached I heard our cabin counselor,
Sam, instruct all the boys to strip naked and stand at attention at the
their bunks. Not
wanting to be included
in this modesty defying experience, I slowly left the porch and headed
woods. I remember
thinking, ”What in the
hell was that all about?” I
sat in a
location that gave me visual access to the cabin as well as the
beach. I knew my
absence must have been
noted as Andrew came out the front door of the cabin naked as the day
born and scanned the assembly grounds, looked up toward the mess hall,
coming up blank just shrugged his shoulders.
I knew he found his nudity awkward because his dick was
straight out from his still hairless crotch as he continued to look for
then put both hands to the sides of his mouth and
started hollering “Jack! Jack!” in an attempt to garner my attention. I wasn’t about to leave my
spot and subject
myself to the complete humiliation of public nudity.
As he stood there other boys in various
stages of dress (all of whom were clothed) cast glances at Andrew’s
pointed, teased him, and chuckled as
they passed. He
finally gave up the
search and went back into the cabin.
all of the boys of Cabin 2 marched out naked and
in a single file line headed toward the lake.
Each was carrying soap and had a towel draped around his
neck. Of the seven,
I’d say at least five were
sporting boners which swayed back and forth as they walked. None was permitted to
cover. I was close
enough to hear the lifeguard give
them instructions. “Boys
from Cabin 2, you
will swim naked at all times. If
come down here for a quick dip you must be naked.
For all lessons you must be naked.
No exceptions. On
Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays you must
bring soap and bathe before you swim.
I clear?” The line
of boys just stood
there and nodded. “If
you take out a
canoe, you must be naked. And,
to wear one of the lifejackets provided at the equipment shack. Any violation of these
rules and you will be
whipped with a strap in front of your entire cabin.
Your cabin will also lose points.
Am I understood?” Then
the unexpected, “I thought there were
eight boys in your cabin.”
offered, “We can’t find Jack. We
don’t know where he is. I’m
going to look for him while these guys
you find him, he will have to bathe.
Send him down here with soap and a
there and watched my nude cabin mates as they swam for
an hour and a half. I
was entertained by
seeing them all in their naked glory--laughing, grab assing, and having
looked like a good time. I
they seemed to be so completely comfortable with their exposure and
fondling each other without correction, but they were.
I wouldn’t have any of it.
I would protect my modesty at all costs.
return to the cabin until the sun had begun to
set. Sam was a
little perturbed and told
me they had a search party out looking for me.
He asked where in the “hell” had I been.
I mean he was pissed.
I told him
I took a hike. I
was reminded we were to
check out with our counselors anytime we planned to leave the camp site. I was also told I was
going to get the strap
to help remind me of the rules. Of
course, all the other boys let out their “Oooooooooo”s when he made
announcement. I was a little scared at the prospect.
No one had, to that point, gotten the
was clear our leaders were
well within their authority to do it, but they rarely did.
fumbled around in his room in the back of our
cabin. He emerged
with a belt that was
probably two inches wide. It
was made of
heavy belting leather. The
been removed. As he
walked into the bunk
area he called, “Jack! Get over here.”
All I remember was the sound of the “Ooooooo’s” of my
again. Of course
there were the giggles
of excited anticipation mixed in. I was trembling as I walked back to
need to strip naked.” Sam ordered.
it through my pants,” I tried to negotiate.
The whole problem started because I didn’t
want to expose my boy parts to everyone in the world.
Now, he was ordering just that.
do you do it for me, or do I let the boys strip you?
brought on a bluster of chiding, “Oh, let us do
it. Come on, Sam,
let us strip him.”
seemed to ignore the begging, “Well, which is it?”
couldn’t move. I
really didn’t want to do what he was asking.
Not so much for the pain of the whipping, but because of
humiliation of being naked in front of these other kids. I mean I didn’t even let
my family see me
naked. I guess my
hesitation pushed him
over the edge.
guys strip him.
I want him totally naked.”
moved out of the way as seven bunk mates piled on.
All I remember was being knocked to the floor
and trying to pry the grips of fourteen various hands off me. I rolled
stomach thinking that would provide some protection.
Then I felt a hand go up the leg of my shorts
and grab my balls. It
was Andrew. Tim was
pulling at my shoulder trying to roll
me over for access to my belt buckle, zipper and buttons. Soon he was joined by
Richie. They were
ultimately successful. I
violently wiggled my legs and arms.
Trashing severely I began to cry, I could
tell this was a losing battle. My
was grabbed and some of the buttons were torn off.
I could feel the violent clawing of the boys’
fingernails as they literally ripped the garment from my upper torso. Another set of hands was
working at the belt
slide which eventually was successful.
felt the canvas belt slide past the small of my back as it was yanked
shorts. I hadn’t given up. Though
and angry I continued the fight. The
button from the front of my shorts just popped right off and Kevin
waist in separate directions and ripped the zipper opened. Two of the other boys had
already cleared the
way by removing my shoes and socks.
his zest to check out my package (I know that was what was on his mind
he said, “Let’s have a look at his wiener.”) Kevin yanked my underwear
the same time my shorts went. My
penis bounced free. At
that moment I
felt the frustration of losing the battle.
I continued to cry and shout threats and obscenities at
boys. Kevin was the
first to grab my boy
parts and he fondled them with his fingers.
“Look he’s got a long woody!”
then yelled, “Hey, let Sam whip him.
I want to watch him get whipped.”
approached with the belt still in his hand. He actually
asked Steven, “Is it exciting for you to watch someone else get
response, “Yeah, when my Dad gets me with the belt
I don’t get to watch. Only
do, I only get to hurt.”
pulled me up by my arm.
“Go over and bend over the bunk there.”
He pointed at Andrew’s lower bunk.
I was still sniffling and my face was warm from the fight
as I walked to
the bed. I knelt
down and could feel Sam’s
firm push on my back to make me bend over it further.
“Andrew and Jake you need to hold his arms
and shoulders down. He’s
going to want
to move or get up. Don’t
Sam, can we spread his legs a little so we can see his
ball sack and maybe his dick while you do it?” Steven was insistent.
ordered, “Jack spread your legs.”
wanting any further difficulty I complied.
It wasn’t five seconds later there was the
loud crack of the leather as it made contact with my bare ass. The boys all giggled and
again. “Look at the
stripe!” Steve was
really into it. I
must admit it stung
worse than I had expected. Even
father didn’t have anything on Sam. My bare ass beltings at home hurt,
was really bad. It was followed by another, then another, then another. After six my backside was
on fire. Sam
stopped and stood me up, looked me square
in the eye and said, “Don’t you ever leave the campsite without telling
where you’re going again. Understand?”
my sobs, I stuttered out a “yes.”
this be a lesson to you guys. Anyone
who does this will get the same
you might want to go down to the lake to put the fire
out. Feel free.”
of the lake which probably would have been the
choice of any of my bunkmates, my sensibilities told me I needed to get
clothes back on to avoid further humiliation.
The uniform I’d had on was totally ripped and unusable. I stammered my way to my
footlocker and got
out clean clothes. As
I did three or four
of the boys felt my bare backside out of curiosity.
I just cast angry glances back at them as
Sam, remember Bobby said he had to take a bath.
Make him take a bath down at the lake.”
Steve was quickly becoming my least favorite
Then I felt Sam’s firm grip on my bare shoulder. “You don’t need to get
dressed. Take a bar
of soap and a towel down to the
lake and get cleaned up before you dress.”
I was now boxed in. I
to have to parade through the commons naked as the day I was born. It was buzzing with boy
activity. Not that
they probably hadn’t heard my
discipline session and grinned with excitement.
“Go on now.” Sam
pushed me out
the door. My fellow
recall, my thoughts were, “Well, seven of the many have
already witnessed my nudity so maybe I can do this if I walk fast.” So
followed by all seven from my cabin and several others who tagged along
“Look at his ass!” I tried to hold the soap nonchalantly down in front
penis and ball sack to maintain some dignity until Steven noticed.
you can’t cover your dick. Everyone
gets to see it. I’ll
tell Bobby you were covering it and
you’ll get another spanking.”
angry and really becoming more irritated at ten year
old antagonist I just said, “Fuck you, Steve!”
he told you,” chimed one of the kids from another
Bobby was wondering what brought this naked boy and
his entourage down to the lake at this late hour.
There were nine or ten nude boys romping
around in the lake when I arrived.
the kid who wasn’t at the lake with the rest of
us,” Steven hollered. “He
held his soap
in front of him to try to hide his dick.
Sam beat the hell out of him for hiking without telling
Steven grabbed me and twisted my ass toward Bobby.
looks like he did a good job.” Then he asked me,
“What’s your name?”
Jack, you get in there and get that dirt off so we
can get a good look at you. Steven
and go with him. Make
sure he washes his
package really well.”
year old stripped down without any further prodding
and joined me as we waded into the cold lake water.
Let Steven wash your package. Hear me?”
I gulped as an eager and grinning Steven took hold of my
worry I won’t pull it off.”
all this was going on, Sam came down to the lake to
watch. He and Bobby
talked as Steven
played (it would be kind to say washed) with my genitals. After a few minutes Bobby
blew the whistle
and called me to the chair. I
erect penis with my hand as I went.
quickly ordered, “Put your hands down.
You don’t ever cover your penis no matter
what.” I moved my
hands down. “Shit,
what’s that? Five inches or so?”
responded, “Could be six. The
kid’s pretty well hung. And,
check out this ball sack.” Sam
cupped his hand under my testicles and
raised the package for Bobby inspection.
good looking kid.
Easy on the eyes. Hey,
any girl friends?” Bobby asked in the typical adult teasing voice used
trying to embarrass teen and preteen boys.
I have been talking. Why
did you miss the bath session today?”
for a hike and forgot.”
sure it wasn’t because you didn’t want to be naked in
front of the other kids?”
went for a hike.” I lied through my teeth.
you know Lucy the cook up at the mess hall?”
Lucy said she saw a boy sitting in the woods and
watching the other boys swim. That
wouldn’t have been you would it?”
“No. I said I went
for a hike.” I was
a little put out that
women and even some teenage girls could watch us swim naked. But, for now, the only
thing I could do was
continue the lie.
you were a little shy about being naked.
Or is it having the other kids touch your boy
parts? Maybe, both?”
“No. I went for a
Sam and I are concerned. You
see, what are you twelve?”
Jack that means you are soon to be gifted with hair
down there. Judging
from you ball sack,
I’d say pretty soon too. Anyway,
a boy and boys aren’t supposed to have so much modesty.
Sam and I have decided to help you with your
have a problem.”
not any more.
You will stay naked for the whole month.
All you can wear is a cap and flip flops, or, if Sam
decides you can
wear a pair of Nikes. That’s
feel the tears welling up. Was
this guy saying what I thought he was
saying? I looked to
Sam who stood there
won’t be so bad Jack.
A day or two and you’ll forget you’re naked.” Sam lamely tried to
asshole Bobby said, “This way you won’t stray far if
you decide to go on one of your ‘hikes’.
And beside you’re a good looking kid.
I’m sure the others would like a chance to play with
your…” he nodded
toward my erect penis. “especially
we have the joint sessions with the Girl Scouts. Won’t they be
think the boys will
give it a work out, wait until the girls get ahold of it.”
couldn’t decide whether they were just teasing and trying
to scare me at that point or if they were serious as both were sporting
devious grin. Truly,
require a kid to do that. I
camp director certainly would override their prank.
Sam could detect my confusion. “Jack,
we’re serious. You’ll
be completely nude all the time. It’ll
help you with your shyness.”
the blood rushing to my head. I
gulped. “My Mom and Dad would not be too
happy with you, if you do that to me.”
said, “Then we’ll just have to take whatever grief we
get from them.”
continued the argument, “What about Mr. Foster (the camp
Foster will love it.
He won’t help you. He’ll
with whatever we say.” I
knew Bobby was
wrong about that. No,
they had to be
pulling my leg about the whole naked thing.
He said he had to get back to the cabin.
I was about to join him when Bobby told Steven to take me
back in and
make sure my butt hole was clean.
was more than eager to pull me by the arm back to the lake. I dropped my towel and
soap on the way. Steven
ran back to retrieve the soap. He
made me bend over and then pried my cheeks
apart to examine my anus. When
he did, a
laughing Bobby hollered down, “Well?”
called back, “It looks pretty clean, but I can make
it a little cleaner.”
your finger in the hole. Put
some soap on it and shove it in there.”
was eager to do just that. Before
I knew it my cabin mate was up to his
knuckle in my hole. He
Come on push it all the way in.” Came the call from the
three other boys stopped swimming to walk back for a
closer look at what was going on.
could feel Steven’s hand as he shoved his finger in as far and as hard
could. He started
wiggling it around and
I was sure I was going to shit or fart or both.
I tried hard not to have an accident.
That would have embarrassed me even more.
Steve, that’s enough,” apparently Bobby had his
thrill for the day. “You
guys go on back
to the cabin. Steve
you carry his soap
and towel and make sure he doesn’t cover his boner there.”
arrived at the cabin, I went directly to my foot
locker to retrieve some clean clothes.
It was closed with a chain running through each handle,
locker, and secured on the left side with a padlock.
My toiletries, towels, wallet, craft items, a
hat and flipflops were sitting on top of it.
Sam was back in his room.
on the door. I
found myself hiding my
genitals with my right hand. “Sam?”
yeah Jack, what can I help you with?”
locker is chained closed. I
need my clothes.”
I guess you didn’t understand what we discussed with
Bobby at the lake. You
won’t be needing
naked for the whole
understand what naked
means, don’t you?”
thought you guys were teasing me.
I can’t be naked. I’ll
be the only kid naked all the time.”
“Probably. I can’t
remember when we had a nude boy running around here for a whole session. I think you will be the
only kid who has to
be naked all the time. But…” I started to cry.
I couldn’t hold the tears back anymore. “hey, look at this
won’t be shy about your body anymore.”
Then he cradled my penis in his hand and continued, “This
bad boy is
really bigger than average. You
shouldn’t be embarrassed to strut it around.” He squeezed his hand
gave it a little tug then released it. “I suppose the only time I’d
it would be when we have the joint sessions with the girls at the Girl
camp up the road. That
bad. You’ll have
all those girls playing
with it the whole time I’m sure.”
he whispered, “You might even get jerked off by one of them.” Then he thought about it,
shooting yet are you?” Whatever
have looked clueless as the color drained from my
face at the thought of the girls playing with my penis, balls and ass. I responded with, “Huh?”
know you don’t shoot giz or anything?”
you stroke your dick, does anything shoot out?”
What’s supposed to shoot out?”
was still clueless.
haven’t had the talk with your Dad yet?”
your Dad about what happens if you rub your boners
after you get older.”
in the mood for Sam’s mind games and just took the
advice as I walked back to my bunk with tears dripping down each cheek. I was on the top and I
knew Richie would
enjoy the crotch shots I gave him when I crawled up there. He did and even tried to
pull me back down by
my penis. “Why
don’t you put on some
clothes or something, Jack?”
could answer Steven hollered out, “Because he has
to stay naked the whole time he’s here.
Bobby and Sam told him he had to.
Man they said he even has to go to the girls’ camp naked.
wait to watch that. Oh, and we can touch whatever we want as much as we
according to Bobby. I
had to even stick
my finger up his ass down at the lake.
It was kind of squishy up there but it was fun to feel
get shit on your finger?” Andrew asked.
just some watery stuff that smelled like shit.
I washed it off in the lake.”
bad enough to be accosted by this kid, but to hear
him, once a complete stranger, talk about my session with him down at
was angering me. I
relentless the teasing was until I could get used to it.
tuned back in, I was laying on my stomach on my
says we can shove our finger and stuff up there
anytime we want. He
as to let us play
with his stuff and that includes his butt hole.”
He giggled when he said it.
Steve how old are you?” Andrew asked.
old’s Jack?” Steven asked completely ignoring the fact
I was in the room and could answer myself.
hesitation Andrew answered, “Twelve”.
wouldn’t shut up, “Richie, what are you?
Thirteen? I mean you’re the only one in here
with hair down there.”
replied, “No I’m fourteen.”
you’re old!” Steven called back. “You’ll
be able to drink beer soon.”
How about we shut up and get some sleep?” Richie offered.
age banter had given us enough information to
determine that Steven or Steve was our youngest cabin mate. We also knew Richie was
oldest. Of course,
he was the only one with hair on
his genitals. The
rest of us were
hairless and all but one was circumcised.
Johnny’s penis, the only one with the foreskin still
intact, was to be
second only to mine in the fondling workouts of that month. Of course mine was to be
in the “toy box” all
the time. His was
only available for
“play” when he chose to expose it or when we were at the lake.
remember Sam planning hikes and activities that I’d swear
were designed to embarrass and humiliate me.
Like the town where the camp was situated consisted of a
gas station, a
bar and restaurant and a general store.
One of the favorite hikes of the boys who’d been to the
camp before was
the three mile excursion to the general store.
I was expected to go nude of course.
I tried to feign illness or hurt to get out of going. I begged to be left
behind, but Sam forced
the issue. I was to
walk along the road
with the rest of the boys in full sight of passing motorists. I was to allow examination
of my pecker,
balls or asshole by anyone so inclined as to look or manipulate them. Soon I was to realize the
lady who ran the
store got off on playing with young boy’s genitals and mine were to
one of her favorite toys. Her
old daughter would also have many a turn at playing with my package. Her particular favorite
was my scrotum. The
trauma of it all was her propensity to
hurt me. She loved
the idea of punishing
my penis or balls one way or another.
Snapping rubber bands at either or, or requesting
permission to stick
sewing needles in them. Luckily,
needles were nixed by both Sam and her mother.
Not because of what they would do to me, but the fear of
reactions if they did so.
first visit to the Girl Scout camp was eventful.
I was the central attraction.
We went to watch a movie in their field
house, but my nudity was infinitely more attractive to the girls. They were told they could
feel anything and
everything my body had to offer and they did.
When the movie started I was made to lay across the laps
of three of
them with my sunny side up. They
with my penis and testicles for a solid two hour movie.
I don’t believe there was a time my dick
wasn’t in someone’s hands being rubbed.
That included when I had to pee.
Some girl named Cynthia, who was probably not much older
insisted she get to point it when I went.
It took forever to get the stream going with her grasping
my tool. When it
did she’d wiggle my penis all around
and draw strange patterns in the dirt with my urine.
Scout leaders were also very intrigued with my
nudity and were given the green light to fondle whatever. They too took advantage of
my nakedness. For
some unknown reason Sam was intent on
using the strap on me in front of the girl leaders.
I guess beating a boy’s bare ass had some
arousal characteristics with these older girls.
I overheard one of them say, “You know what I’d like to do? I’d like to whip that nice
little ass of his
with a belt or paddle. You
didn’t know I was listening and heard his retort.
“Just be patient and we’ll find something to
beat him for and you can watch and help.
Wanna do his front too?”
mean with the belt?”
yeah. What else
would you use?”
my kingdom for that chance.”
had ever taken a belt to my penis and testicles.
I could only imagine what that would feel
like and the imaginings weren’t good.
was a far sight from having these girls pulling and prodding to think
of what a
belt would do to them.
retorted, “Be patient, we’ll find something.
If we have to we’ll trump something up.”
at that point I was going to eventually get the
beating of my life. My
ass and my boy
parts were on the disciplinary menu.
wanted to run. But,
where would I
go? And if I ran
wouldn’t that give them
the excuse they were looking for?
running was out of the question. All
could do was stay and try not to violate any rules.
quietly mentioned to Jody apparently his girlfriend and
my other nemesis, “We could stretch him out on one of the picnic table
lamblast his balls with the belt in front of the other kids. They’d get a kick out of
you think we could damage him that way?”
doesn’t need to have any kids anyway.
Just kind of think of him as our castrati.”
“Castrati. You know
the kids who they used to castrate to keep their voices high pitched so
could sing in the choirs.”
shitting me, Sam.
They used to do that?”
and it didn’t stop until well into the twentieth
century. They’d cut
the boys’ balls off
to keep their soprano qualities. So,
them off or smash them with a belt, what’s the difference? I could be the start of
his singing career.”
though they laughed at the thought, I was scared.
They were talking about cutting my balls
off. At least
that’s what it sounded
difference, Sam, is that they probably had the
parents’ blessing before doing that.”
strange that parents could have that kind of life
changing authority, don’t you think?”
But as great as it would be to do that to him, I
don’t think we should even think it.”
only kidding about cutting them off.
I’d never do that to the kid.
But, beat them with a belt?
didn’t put me at ease at all. I’m
sure they didn’t know I was listening,
but then I’m not sure they weren’t trying to scare me.
Whatever their intent, it worked.
I was scared.
Jod, you know that kid down at the general store?
the kid. Well
she was going to shove some sewing needles through his dick just to
hurt. I was getting
all excited at the
prospect, but her mother stopped her.
can’t help but think had the mother been busy waiting on someone, we’d
had some interesting entertainment.”
mean you’d have let her do that?”
it’d heal but just imagining a needle stuck through
the head, a few through the shaft and a couple in each ball. It’d have been funny as
hell and arousing
too. But, no
luck.Maybe some other
you could tell the mother that’d be alright as long
as she was supervised.” The
“Maybe. I think I’ll
give it a try. I’m
sure the other boys
would have to hold him down, but they’d love it too.”
know Sam, if we used the belt on his huhu it’d probably
make the head swell up.”
could get the same result if we let some kid chew on
there’s an idea.
We could have, oh say, Marlene over there chomp down on
the head a few
times that’d work.”
she’d do it?” Sam was really sounding serious.
might. Want me
to ask her? We
could let the other kids
watch. It’d be a
go ask her.”
walked over to a girl who appeared to be thirteen or
fourteen and started talking. I
watching as I’d heard the plan and was concerned about the outcome of
pointed at me and the
heads shook in the affirmative. In
the girl smiled as she looked over at me still splayed across three
my now hard and sore penis accosted continuously.
returned to Sam, “She said she’d do it and she’d make
sure it hurt him.”
couldn’t believe it. Sam
protector. They guy
our parents counted
on to keep us safe and he was offering to allow some girl to bite my
motioned to Marlene to come over and she stood up and
walked over to me. “You
him. Marlene is
going to chew on his
chew stick there for a little while.
have to hold him tight ‘cause it’s going to hurt.”
I could feel the grasp of the three girls
tighten as they giggled in anticipation.
“Okay Marlene,it’s lunch time and I’ve got a hotdog for
you. Chew on the
end of it here.”
took it in her hand and without so much as a pause
put it in her mouth and bit down on my tip.
It was a crushing bite using her molars.
I screamed in pain. She
chewing. It felt
like she would bite
right through the tip and detach it, but she didn’t.
After five or six molar crushes she released
my penis. There
were teeth impressions
in the shaft and even the tip had indentations.
said, “I’d love to have her chew on your balls,
Kiddo. But, I’m
afraid she’d bite ‘em
off. Give me a
reason to take a belt to
them though and it’d be my pleasure to do it.
Just any reason.”
couldn’t understand what in the hell I’d done to deserve
her wrath. Today I
surmise it was just
her need for voyeuristic sadomasochism.
All I knew then was it hurt and continued to hurt through
the rest of
that night. I was
sore down there then
next morning as well. The
cool water of
the lake made it a lot more comfortable.
asked how I was feeling.
Apparently, he didn’t know I heard his conversation with
Jody the night
before. I told him
it was sore and then
he said, “I’d like to take a belt to your dick and balls, but I guess
have to wait.”
Now I knew is no uncertain terms that eventually I’d be
balls as well. What
I’d come to learn is
that if he wanted to do something to you, he’d find a way to do it.
family weekend I was sure Sam and Bobby would relinquish
my clothes to hide their questionable disciplinary approach from my
other parents. I
couldn’t have been more
actually put me at the front
gate as a greeter. Naked
as the day I
was born I was to welcome people to the camp.
cars rolled in it was apparent that most parents were
shocked at the sight of a naked twelve year old handing them programs. Other kids in the cars
were interested in
“that naked boy”. Some
what state they’d find their son in once they got in there. There were questions like,
“Are the boys all
naked?” I’d respond
with a blunt, “No.”
constant erect state appeared to intrigue many of the
mothers who feigned disapproval.
fathers just laughed. The
wanted to feel it, but, of course, were prevented from doing so by
my parents pulled up with my brothers and sister in
the car. My mother went off a little bit on my nudity but more about my
penis. My father
had the look on his
face of maybe this’ll change him.
siblings were more inquisitive about my nakedness and yet weren’t upset
it. Mom and Dad
drove on in and I told
them I’d be there in a few minutes.
Sam saw them come in and sent me some clothed relief
so I could join my family. When
the drive to the parking lot there he was talking with Mom and Dad. My siblings ran to me and
hugged me. Paul my
little brother yanked on my
hardon. I walked to
the car to listen to
the conversation. Sam
put his arm around
my shoulder and said, “Yeah, Jack has been naked since the first day. We sensed his shyness
about his body and
decided we’d fix it. Sooooo,
him and made him stay that way. I
to say that little appendage of his has had quite a workout over the
days. We look
forward to the rest of the
month.” Then he
slapped my bare butt and
went on to another family who very obviously were interested in my
my parents to get me out of there.
Surprisingly, my father led off the retort
with telling me how glad he was they were making me lose that modesty. He actually said he was
glad they were doing
that to me. My
mother joined right in
with her approval. But
more, “maybe we
can continue this until school starts”.
us off to various places and took several
pictures. All were
with me posing nude
with a stiff dick point right out at the camera.
He wasn’t the only one though.
Several of the parents took advantage of my
poses to photograph me.
yet many of the little kids would run over and grab my
dick. Sometimes it
would include girls
my age or a little older. Some
pose for photos holding my cock and pointing at their picture taking
time all boys were expected to strip and swim.
Their boy siblings could also strip and swim,
but girl siblings were expected to wear some kind of clothing. It was a swinging dick
parade and the parents
loved watching it as did the female siblings.
Many a dick was caressed or brushed against by both family
non-family during that swim.
day was spent with my parents excitedly sharing
their approval toward other parents in attendance.
My Dad went so far as to suggest they turn it
into a nudist camp for boys, “just to make them as comfortable with
bodies as we were when we were kids.”
many men hearing that just shook their heads in agreement.
of the day, the families started pulling out.
My parents took all of my clothes back with
them. They only
left the stuff Sam had
put on top of the trunk. I
hugging my mother and having her gently stroke my penis and testicles
as if to
say, “Relax, it’s good for you.” Dad
hugged me and forcefully swatted my bare ass. He told me how much
was with me. Neither
realized I was in
hell and wanted to go home and cover up.
I wasn’t comfortable naked.
apparent when the dust cleared that three more boys
were nude. I mean
they weren’t at the
lake but they were still bare as the day they were born. Neither was from my cabin. They were clean of hair
but certainly well
along in development. All
erect. As it turned
out their parents
were so into my situation they requested it for their sons as well. I must admit, I sure wish
one of them had
been Steven, but no such luck.
days we were once again visiting the Girl Scouts at
their adjoining camp. I
excitement they displayed that the boys would include “that cute naked
the long ‘hose’”. They
entertained to see four of us were nude, but I was still the central
attention for Jody. Again,
she and Sam
met to discuss the possibilities of disciplining me.
Though she spent some time feeling each of
the other naked kids’ penises and ball sacks, she kept coming back to
strap on me—In particular my genitals.
could tell in that every time they’d both look toward me Jody would
devious grin and Sam would slap his hand with the strap he kept with
the time lately.
that day was over my penis and balls would be
throbbing as badly as my ass. Jody
accused me of not displaying my genitals to her inspection and sneering
her. Neither of
which was true. I
remember Sam’s reaction, “Well, we can fix
that so he’ll think twice next time.”
With that I was held spread eagle over a fallen tree. Four of my fellow scouts
held me in position
as he began to shower my groin with painful strikes of that belt. If you’ve never
experienced it, each blow was
equivalent to being violently punched in the balls. It was a unique
of a throbbing and horrendous stinging sensation at the same time. The
though few in number seemed to continue forever. By the time he stopped
me rolled over so he could pepper my bare butt with more stripes. The audience of fifty plus
kids of both
genders was literally cheering him on.
Jody took the belt and worked my ass herself. I was crying so hard and
hurting so much
mucus liberally flowed from my mouth and nostrils.
When they had completed the barrage I could
hardly walk. I slid
off the tree trunk
and just lay on a bed of leaves holding my testicles.
My backside was on fire and my front was aching. The sharp pains of the
had subsided and now they were just throbbing.
I yelled at Sam asking him why he did that to me and he
just stood there
with his arm around Jody. The
twenty year old I admired for a week or two was now an object of my
his girlfriend was no better off in my book.
They were sadistic liars and I hated both of them for that.
days for my testicles to recover to the point they
didn’t ache. This
could have been a
result of the continual inspections I had to undergo at the hands of
at the camp. Seemed
each one had to
touch my scrotum and feel the tender contents which would instantly
bring me to
my knees. They
would laugh at the
sensitivity and I would just hold myself and cry in pain. Thankfully we didn’t go to
the girls’ camp
until after mere touching my balls could be tolerated.
They had a propensity for handling my
testicles when they weren’t jerking my penis.
remainder of the month didn’t change my view of
Sam. He tried to
make up for it, but I
wouldn’t accept the pain and torture he’d put me through to maintain
friendship with Jody. I
talking about cutting my balls off. I remember the time he talked about
up a reason to beat me with the strap.
despised him from the day of the beating forward.
all the kids still talked and often laughed about
me getting that strapping. They
roll on the floor holding their clothed crotches and making moaning
mimic me. Rather
than empathy they
showed their enjoyment of the show Sam and Jody had put on at my
expense. All except
Andrew who never faltered in his
friendship, and, believe it or not Steven who’d become a strong ally
witnessing the injustice. For
reason I felt Steven was always considering he might be next.
ways, I took one for the naked four.
None of the other three ever experienced the
frontal assault, even though each of them had had their backsides
their cabin leaders or Bobby for one reason or another.
Not sure what happened but beating our
penises and ball sacks was apparently off limits.
Manhandling definitely was not.
We were still objects of almost constant
ever experienced a needle being driven through your
finger? Hurt didn’t
it? Well, I ask
this because Glenna eventually
got to stick a sewing needle through the glans of my erect penis. It hurt multiple times
more than being shoved
through my finger. She
had a demonic
smile and stare through the whole process.
To make matters worse my cabin mates held me down while
she did it. All
except Andrew, and, believe it or not,
Steven. They both
couldn’t figure Steven
out. I still can’t. I
expected him to lead the charge with something like that. Anyway, before she moved
on, Glenna stabbed
my penis in three different places with sewing needles.
All I can say is it hurt bad and bled worse
than most any other place I’d ever been cut.
day my brother jokingly says, “You know how to fix a
back pain immediately? Break
one of the
suffer’s fingers. The broken finger overrides the back pain and they
their back hurts.”
I bring that up?
Well, as these new “friends” held me down Glenna was
coached by two of
them to shove needles in my “olives”.
more mature talk it mean through the scrotum and into my testicles. She did that as I begged
her not to through
tears and crying. At
the same time I
struggled aggressively trying to free myself with the boys. I damn near
through the ceiling when I felt the sharp pain of the needle as it slid
left testicle. I
flopped so hard trying
to get loose after that, Glenna stabbed me in three or four areas of my
as she tried to skewer the right one.
What really pissed me off then, and continues to piss me
off, is Sam
stood there with Glenna’s mother just laughing at my situation. The crying and screaming
must have eventually
done the trick. He
Glenna to “Okay, okay now pull out the pins, Glenna.”
She did and the boys hopped off of me.
I came up screaming at them. I
shoved Johnny so hard he fell against a
small table set up for customers to consume their Cokes and sandwiches. I could have cared less if
he hurt himself. Then
I turned on Sam. I,
in effect holler, “My mother and father
expected you to protect me. You’re
fucking bully, Sam! A
Then I pushed Glenna who fell backward onto the floor and left the
store. I ran down
the road in the opposite direction
of the camp. In my
head, I was thinking
having the cops pick me up would be a welcome relief.
Maybe I could convince them to send me home.
sheriff in fact was the one who found me four miles
from the store. I
had put seven miles
between me and the camp. The
wrapped a blanket around me and put me in the front seat of the car. I remember the way he
began the conversation,
“A little cold to be dressed like that isn’t it?” As I look back it
at all it was probably in the high seventies or low eighties as night
fell. He asked why
I was out there naked and all
alone. I told him
the whole story. He
eventually told me he could stop them from
hurting me, but he couldn’t do anything about having to be naked. That was a parent’s right
and they were what
he called “in loco parentis”. As
it, the nakedness and the whippings with the belt were all within Sam’s
my genitals was
stopped at an old wood frame house with a sign on a
wooden post. As the
headlights hit it I
could make out a name with an M.D. at the end.
He had me go up on the porch with him.
I’d left the blanket behind and was standing there in all
glory. The cop told
the man who answered
the story as I had related it. This
fortyish gentleman opened the door and led me through a door on my
left and into a room that looked like my doctor’s office. He lifted my naked form up
to sit on an
examining table as the deputy looked on.
He took a special interest in closely examining my penis
scrotum. Then he
started juggling my
balls with his hands. After a few minutes he told the cop “it’ll heal”
everything seemed fine and he could find no “evidence of permanent
from this doctor’s office the initial call to my
parents was made. The
doctor did most of
the questioning. I
do remember him
saying, “Yeah, well they’re kids and kids do some of the damnedest
things.” He did
comment on my penis
using the terms, “well endowed” and “clean circumcision”. He also mentioned his
initial opinion that I
would be fine, but also saying “belts are made for boys’ backsides not
front”. After a long pause he also said, “In
his opinion, being
naked all summer was a good thing.” And, he gave Mom and Dad credit for
strong enough to make that happen.
kind of pissed me off. Of
asked if I was allergic to tetanus and that he thought I should have a
protect me from the session with Glenna.
I hate shots, but how much worse could a stab to the arm
or butt be than
having something similar in your dick or balls?
He stabbed my right arm with the syringe right after
remember the deputy asking about assault charges
against Glenna for the pin thing.
doctor told him she was a kid and had “cognitive delays” whatever that
meant. He suggested
a good scolding and
“leave it at that”. Then
he was asked
about Sam’s role. Whether
charges should be filed and again the doctor put that to rest with, and
remember this verbatim, “From what I heard from his mother, keeping him
all summer was spot on. From
told me, it should have been done to him years ago.
As far as the pin thing, adults can supervise
all they want, but kids will still play with each other’s genitals. Experiment if you will. You can’t hold adults
responsible for every
little thing kids do to each other.
let it go, Tommy. You
might warn him
about using the strap on the front of his body.
Tell him to use it on his backside as he feels the need,
but don’t whip
his genitals anymore. Then
put the whole
ordeal to bed.”
deputy called my Dad again from his office as I sat
there on that bench with the first body covering I’d experience in
weeks. It was just
a report from the
doctor visit and a rehash of the doctor’s take on charges.
Dad said, he would talk to the camp about what
happened, but he firmly was on board with you being naked. But then so was Dr. Benson. I’m going to tell them any
more of that pin
behavior or whipping of your genitals could be a violation of criminal
law. We’ll at least
get them to stop
hurting your boy parts for your last week.”
I was disappointed
that my nakedness would continue and that he was taking a touch but
policy on my dick, nards and butt hole but I really liked this guy. He was my hero. Finally, someone who could
protect me at
least halfway was on my side.
came to pick me up he had Larry with him.
The cop told them of the visit to Dr. Benson,
the examination, the call to my parents and the tetanus shot. He came through with the
warnings about the
penis and testicle piercing and the belting of my penis and balls. He made it clear that
could result in
criminal charges if it happened again.
told them he’d discussed my situation with my Dad
and forcing me to be nude 24/7 was perfectly okay.
And that Dr. Benson endorsed the idea that I
should be nude. I
was released to the
two men and returned to the camp.
ride back Sam tried to sound authentic with his apology, but I didn’t
it. He was still a
snake in the
grass. Larry said
other than making me
stay naked and the ass whippings for misbehavior, he was unaware of the
that was going on. Guess
welts on my groin were assumed to be caused by falls?
Anyway, the final week was a bit less
are many times since that summer that I have found
photos of me in my naked glory on the net.
Thank God there weren’t digital cameras back then or the
have been much crisper. Though
on a few
the quality is so clear you can actually see the pee slit in my glans. (The very existence of the
photos begs the
question, “Where in the hell did they take the film to have it
well, somebody developed it, that’s well
of the photo sites on
the net boasting pictures of naked boys have copies of not only me but
other three as well. What
most is the number of photos where I’m sporting wood.
Often times the pictures include clothed kids
of both genders either behind me, staring at, or holding my penis. Wonder what their parents
would feel if they
ran into these photos.
I have even come across one or two of the many of me
being fondled by other kids. But
is a definite absence of photos of me or one of the others getting our
worn out. I wonder
why. I know there
were several taken. There
were two, of special interest, I found
posted twenty years ago. One depicts me with a prominent boner, a
collar around my neck with two ten or eleven year old girls walking me
rope leash. And,
one of a six or seven
year old girl pulling my penis as hard as she could while her parents
on family visiting day. It
out so much it’s a wonder I still have it, but the smiling faces of the
onlookers was intriguing even to me.
caught sight of some of those photos of what I refer to
as the naked four, I really didn’t get mad. I was entertained seeing
helplessly being fondled by fully clothed kids of both sexes. Recently, those shots are
harder and harder
to find. If the
reader should find
photos (sometimes black and white) of nude ten to twelve year old boys
presence of clothed girls or boys of the same age, chances are better
average that’d be us. If
you find photos
of boys of that age bent over a tree stump or holding the arms of a
in the wide opened spaces while getting their asses whipped by an early
twenties man, usually flanked by a large audience of other kids, that’d
us. If you find
photos of hoards of
boys, most circumcised, swimming naked in a lake there’s a good chance
be our camp.
those photos of me as a nude twelve year old
on the verge of sprouting hair, I have to admit my penis was
adequate.Even though I was told by my mother’s friends, those many
before, I was well hung I guess I never gave it much thought until now.
that July, my parents did require total nudity of
me at home and in many public places as well at least until I grew hair. Mom shaved it off a few
times just to keep me
naked. I think she
liked showing me
off. I did continue
to get the belt on
my naked backside for punishment throughout my adolescence. But, I didn’t any longer
have a problem with
showering in the locker room at the Y or at school following P.E. as a
that summer. I no
longer was bothered by
being forced to wear short shorts. I adjusted to it.
I actually preferred the shorts even at
school and even throughout the winters, which completely enchanted Mom. Cold was not even an
obstacle to me baring my
legs. So the nudity
thing must have done
some good making me more comfortable with my body.
parents of eighties and nineties my wife and I made our
sons stay naked all summer as well.
Right up through their tenth year.
We couldn’t take them as many places as they took me back
attitudes had changed and faux modesty had become the rage. But it wasn’t uncommon for
us to show up at Hampton Beach for
the day with two nude little
boys and a covered little girl. Were
they the only naked preteen boys on that beach?
Often they were. One
thing though, many times upon seeing our boys romping with their little
flopping, other parents would disrobe their sons as well. And, yes,
become photo subjects on many of those occasions.
And, yes, I do occasionally see one or the
other or both on photo websites. Neither
of them complained. Both were more than happy to let other kids and
fondle their goodies. But,
knowledge no one physically hurt them.
We used the belt on the boys liberally, but only on their
daughter? Not so
can say is “Hey, you know you like seeing those cute
young naked bodies, so why pretend otherwise?”