NAKED HANDCUFFS Chapter 2
by Dare Fenwick
dare_fenwick@yahoo.com

copyright 2006 by Dare Fenwick, all rights reserved 

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It contains
explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If
you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such
material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not
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NAKED HANDCUFFS is not a bondage story.  It merely refers to
the subordination of boys in a female dominated society.


Chapter 2: Tommy Gets Measured

It was a warm sunny afternoon and breezes flowed lazily
through the open windows of Mary Finlon's courtroom.  Before
her that day was the petition from Janet Foster for court
mandate that her son Tommy remain naked permanently for his
teen years.  The petition argued the time honored mantras of
the Society of Ruling Women.  It was signed by Janet and
Kevin Foster, the latter being coerced through his clever
wife's manipulations.  Judge Finlon welcomed parents whose
ideas mirrored her own about boyhood modesty and had no
trouble approving any reasonable request.

"As far as permanent nudity is concerned," said the Judge,
"I can only grant court approval for the summer.  You must
renew your petition for further extensions."  Tommy sat with
his parents and two sisters in the front row.  He was
somehow relieved to know that his naked time was only to
last the summer.  Still it brought a strong feeling of
anxiety in the boy.

Tommy fidgeted uncomfortably as he recalled the dreaded
afternoon when he surrendered his dignity (and body) to his
younger sisters.  His boyish face flushed hotly as he
remembered their relentlessness.  The girls had gotten him
on his back and aroused him sufficiently to cause an
erection.  Erika's small fingers were toying with his pee
hole as she held his glans between her thumb and forefinger. 
Tammy, meanwhile, was fondling his newly descended
testicles, feeling each one through the wrinkled skin of his
pinkish sac.

Tommy blushed inwardly as his recollections moved on to the
point where the girls brought him to orgasm, causing him to
ejaculate clear seminal fluid onto his belly.  It was his
first wet cum and it frightened him.  The twins thought he
had urinated but their mother assured them it was a natural
boy-thing and not to be concerned.


"Thomas Foster," called Judge Mary Finlon, startling the boy
from his reverie.  "Come forward, please," she said.  Tommy
rose and approached the bench of Judge Finlon.  As he drew
closer he became increasingly aware of her age.  She now
looked older and scary somehow.  Tommy stood looking up at
her.  "Thomas, your parents feel that boyish aggressive
behavior is linked with adolescent modesty.  In your case
they find you over-dressed for your age and feel, as this
court does, that removing clothing will bring about a more
harmonious state of being and, Hopefully, a less belligerent
nature."

Judge Finlon's words passed between Tommy's ears like so
much mumbo-jumbo.  He knew he was doomed to a summer of
naked humiliation and this judge was going to make it
official.

"Mr. and Mrs. Foster, is it your wish that this court decree
your son to remain naked for the next sixty days?" asked
Judge Finlon.

"It is, your honor," answered Tommy's parents in unison. 
Good, thought Mary Finlon, the husband seems weak as milk
toast and may become a good candidate for a new SRW program
aimed at the adult male parent.

The judge continued, "Pending a full physical examination
and penis measurement, Thomas Foster shall hereby remain
naked for sixty days."  Without so much as a gavel drop,
Tommy was sentenced to a summer of embarrassing prospects. 
"Bailiff," said the elderly judge, "Please come forward and
remove the boy's clothing and get his penis up for
measuring."
The officer, a middle aged man of 40, stepped in front of
Tommy and began the undressing process.  He seemed to enjoy
his job, working deliberately and without haste.  This only
exacerbated Tommy's feelings of impending dread.  His shirt
was unbuttoned and removed.  The boy's pants were unbuckled
and brought down in one swoosh along with his brief white
underpants.  Tommy felt the rush of air on his exposed
genitals, which made his skin crawl.  The bailiff backed
Tommy to the court stenographer's table and sat his bare ass
only a foot or two from Melanie Sternbow, a 30 year old
spinster.  The tall thin redhead had seem dozens of cute boy
bottoms in the process of being birthday suited.  Melanie's
tumescent nipples flinted into nuggets of raw excitement as
Tommy Foster's bare behind presented itself within arm's
reach.

The bailiff lifted the boy's feet and pulled each shoe off. 
This allowed Tommy's pants and underwear to slide easily off
his tanned legs.  Tommy stood now wearing just his socks,
which seemed absurdly superfluous at the moment.  Every eye
in court was trained on the boy's delicious looking boyhood
as silence filled the room.  Next Tommy was spun around
facing the table.  This time it was his cute boy dick that
faced Melanie Sternbow and the secretary gave Jasper
Williams, the bailiff, a look of appreciation.
Leaning over the table, Tommy felt the officer lifting each
ankle with knee bent.  One after the other the boy's socks
were shucked like corn husks.  At that breathless moment,
Tommy's nakedness was complete and utter.

"Is he going to stay that way always, Mom?" asked the
inquisitive Erika Foster.
"Yes," whispered Janet Foster, lost in a moment of sublime
reverie.


The next procedure was a tradition in Mary Finlon's court. 
It involved the measuring and recording of the naked youth's
erect penis, for rather dubious reasons one might suspect,
but the judge had the final word and any spectator could
conclude that male embarrassment was the justifiable end
result.

The bailiff went into a squat to the side of Tommy placing a
latex exam glove on his left hand.  With his right, the
officer began a thoughtful unhurried fondling of the boy's
genitals.  The bailiff's thumb and index ringed Tommy's
smallish penis while the other three fingers jiggled his
balls from the underside.  The embarrassed boy immediately
rose up on his toes as Jasper Williams squeezed him.  The
officer then began to apply friction to the sensitive region
where head and shaft meet.
Becoming a bit impatient now and expecting Tommy to have
responded with a boner by this time, the bailiff whispered
for Tommy to reach behind and spread his buttocks.  The boy
obeyed almost at once.  He placed his youthful fingers on
the cheeks of his ass and parted them.  Instantly the
bailiff stuck his first two fingers up the lad's behind,
finding the rosebud of his anus and pushing them into
Tommy's rectum.  The blushing naked boy let out a squeal
which broke the somber silence of the courtroom.  After
renewed vigorous stroking, Tommy Foster's penis reached a
full erection.  Jasper Williams dropped the used glove into
the waste basket right at the feet of Melanie Sternbow and
reached for the measuring stick.

"Oh, oh can we do that ma'am?" begged the ever precocious
Erika Foster, raising her hand as though she were in a
classroom.

Mary Finlon looked up with a smile.  She was delighted the
boy's sister had interrupted as it afforded another
opportunity to humiliate her charge.  "Step forward you two. 
Are you sisters?" asked the judge.

"Yes, ma'am, twins," answered Erika.  She and Tammy moved
into the open area before Judge Finlon's bench.  The girls,
wearing backless sundresses and sandals, were the epitome of
juvenile girlhood.

"How old are you girls?" asked the judge.
"We'll be ten in October, ma'am," said Erika trying to make
the two of them seem more grown up.
"That's splendid, young ladies.  You shall both measure your
brother's penis," remarked Mary Finlon, gloating inwardly at
the mere thought of two youngsters holding the organ of
their sexually aroused brother.  Tommy Foster felt a tear
forming in the corner of his eye as his sisters approached
him.  He sniffled and tried to hold his emotions within. 
Erika held her brother's penis by the tip attempting to
stretch it to the max.  Tammy held the measuring stick
against Tommy's pelvic bone and laid it on the boy's stiff
erect organ.  The penis measured barely four inches, but
from underneath it was four and a half.

The top length of Tommy's penis was noted and duly recorded
by Melanie Sternbow and the Foster twins were dismissed with
the thanks of the court.  As the girls took their seats,
Officer Williams was busy wheeling in a medical chair not
unlike a doctor's examination table in style.  A white
coated woman of perhaps fifty walked in.  She had the
bearing and appearance of a doctor and indeed was the
court's medical consultant.  It was her task to give the
judge her opinion of Tommy's overall medical health and was
preparing to examine the naked boy before the entire group
of spectators.

Tommy shivered as the strange chair was set up.  Harriet
Smith, M.D. took a stethoscope from her lab coat pocket and
without a word ran the instrument from the boy's chin to his
balls.  After a few perfunctory procedures she turned to the
bailiff saying," I'd like him placed up here."  Dr. Smith
indicated the seat with wave of her hand and Jasper
Williams, cupping his right hand under Tommy's crotch,
lifted the boy into a sitting position.  The chair back was
brought to a full upright position and Tommy's hands were
placed through nylon loops at the sides.  The restraints
were ostensibly for the patient's safety but no one mistook
their obvious use.

Tommy looked down at the iron rings held on protruding arms
and confirmed his earlier suspicions that they were meant as
some kind of foot rests.  A moment later his bare feet were
placed into them.  They were cool to his warm soles but not
as uncomfortable as they looked.

"What are those things for?" asked Erika of her mother.
As Tommy slid into position with his knees now at chin
height, Janet Foster answered, "They're called stirrups,
dear, foot rests for Tommy's little tootsies."  Janet was
ecstatic at the outcome of the proceedings so far.  She was
convinced that the SRW's adolescent nakedness program was
the right decision for Tommy.

It turned out that the medical exam was just a thinly
disguised excuse for Harriet Smith to drain Tommy Foster's
balls of semen.  The wide eyed spectators in the court
rustled furtively, breathing heavily as the doctor extracted
the last drops of prostatic fluid from the boy.  It was a
key reason why Judge Finlon's court hearings on boy
nakedness were so popular.  As Dr. Smith squeezed the final
droplets of semen from Tommy's body, Erika imagined herself
in endless hours of fun with her brother, playing doctor. 
She was dominant sister, but Tammy acted to complement Erika
and was just as enthusiastic as her sibling in matters of
boyhood exploration.

Other boys whose cases had not yet been heard cringed in
their seats as they watched naked Tommy Foster humiliated to
the extreme.  Janet looked around at the boys Tommy's age. 
She smiled inwardly at the thought of them naked, their
penises of various shapes and sizes bobbing about.  In fact
ninety minutes later, Janet's expectations were realized as
a dozen bewildered young males stood stark naked before
Judge Finlon.  Each child was flabbergasted by his
unfortunate fate and bore an expression to match.  Three of
the lads were slated for punishment and as the proceedings
ended, the Foster family stopped to see them reclined upon
the spanking stand.  Tommy stood uncomfortably by, trying to
cover himself, as he watched the first boy lying upon the
inclined board and having his small genitals stuffed into a
stationary jockstrap.  The legs were spread out like a
specimen under a microscope and the long strap laid upon his
buttocks over and over until Tommy lost count.

The other two boys were spanked while lying on their backs,
feet raised in an ignominious position of infancy.  Like the
first boy, they had their legs spread into an obscene V's,
leaving them vulnerable to the lash.  Occasionally, clothed
spectators and townspeople would comment and smirk at Tommy. 
He pretended to ignore it until he came face to face with
some of his schoolmates of the opposite gender.

"Look, Tommy Foster's naked," screamed an excited teenager
named Abigail Richards.  Immediately girls who knew Tommy
were staring and pointing at him.  Worse were the whispers
and giggles that ensued.  The boy turned red with shame when
one girl blurted out, "Look how little it is!"

Inside the quiet and empty courtroom, Judge Mary Finlon sat
rereading Janet Foster's petition.  Mary concluded that the
mother was a confirmed believer in the SRW's operational
agenda.  The judge noted Janet's address and decided to pay
her a visit.

End chapter 2

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