THE TRAINING OF TIMMY - CHAPTER 8 By Hooked6 Hooked6@hotmail.com Copyright September 1, 2000 by Hooked6. All rights reserved. No reproduction, retransmission, re-posting on another Internet site is permitted without the expressed WRITTEN consent of the author (Hooked6@hotmail.com). The following story is for mature ADULTS only and is pure fiction. Any similarity to actual events is pure coincidence. The story is for ADULT entertainment. The plot of the story if it were true may be considered illegal or abusive in some localities. The author neither advocates or condones such conduct but believes in the right of free creative expression. The author understands the difference between fantasy and reality. By reading this article, the reader hereby asserts that this material is appropriate for the area in which the reader resides and is of an appropriate age to access ADULT material. Comments are ALWAYS welcome. THE TRAINING OF TIMMY By Hooked6 Chapter 8 The next morning I was awakened by my Aunt as before. This time when she pulled the sheet off of my body my penis was little. She smiled at me and said she was pleased. I was instructed to take a bath and present myself in the kitchen for breakfast. As I washed myself, I worried about the day ahead and what would happen to me. My thoughts had a funny effect on me. Sometimes I got excited about being in front of the girls. At other times I cowered in horror at the humiliation I had endured and how much more I could take. After eating, my Aunt had me stand in the front room. "Timmy, today I will expand on the concepts we taught you yesterday. You remember that sometimes you must endure things that you might not like in order to please us?" I shook my head yes. "Well I like to watch young men dance. Do you know how to dance Timmy?" she asked. I laughed a bit and said "Of course I do." My Aunt smiled and then said, "GREAT! I might want you to do that later today. In the meantime, I want you to wear this, this morning," she said. My Aunt had a long, thin piece of black cloth about 1 inch thick and about 3 and a half feet long. "Now hold still while I put this on," she said. As I stood in front of her, she took the cloth and carefully tied one end first around my balls and then made a loop around my penis. It felt funny as the tightness made itself known around my privates. The end of the cloth she let fall to the floor. Then she gave me a long T-shirt that went down almost to my knees. It was a large, pro-football shirt and looked pretty neat - except that it was at least 2 sizes too big for me. I then slipped on a pair of sandals. Finally she took the piece of cloth that was wrapped around my privates and reached up under my shirt and fed it out the top of the shirt collar so that about a foot of it hung down the front of the shirt. She went into the kitchen and Returned with a small cardboard sign that had a hole in the top. She tied the sign to the end of the cloth in front of the shirt. The sign said: "Don't Pull." My Aunt said, "Now Timmy, if anyone DOES pull on this cord, you aren't to say a word but I want you to immediately start to dance for at least one minute. Can you dance for me now, Timmy to show me what you do if that happened?" I clumsily started to dance a bit, waving my arms and moving my legs while standing in place. "VERY GOOD TIMMY! I love to watch a young man dance. In fact most women do." She took me by the hand and led me to her car. "Where are we going?" I asked. She looked down at me and said, "Timmy, your first lesson today is that you are not to say ANYTHING unless you are spoken to. Nothing! Not a word unless you are given permission by me to talk. It is not polite for boys to talk to girls without first being invited to speak. Got it?" I told her I understood and we were off. It was about 10 o'clock in the morning as we pulled into a strip shopping center and entered a sewing store. I felt very self-conscious wearing only a T-shirt being naked underneath. And that sign that hung out in front of my shirt- how humiliating! Well at least I wasn't dressed in just my underwear like the last time we went out. As we entered the store a matronly lady greeted us and my Aunt wondered off to the back of the store instructing me to stay put while she shopped. The clerk looked at me smiling a bit and said in a cute voice, "My what a handsome you man you are! Oh - what does this little sign say. . . " She bent over, picked up the sign in her hand and read it carefully. "Don't Pull!" she said as she read it. She laughed and said, "How Cute! It's like one of those toys that has a string out the back and when you pull it the toy says something. Are you pretending to be a toy, little boy?" I just stood there silently not saying a word remembering what my Aunt had told me about needing her permission to talk. "Oh - I get it," said the lady, "I need to pull the string for you to say something. OK, here goes. . . " My eyes got big as she reached toward me and picked up the cloth string in her hand. As she tightened her grip on the cloth I could feel the tension on my penis! She gently pulled the string once then slackened the rope. I was startled. It felt weird and exciting at the same time. Since nothing happened, she pulled a second and a third time - much harder than the first time. OUCH! I thought to myself! It was pleasure and pain mixed together. This lady unknowingly was stimulating my penis! I could feel it get bigger with each tug on the string! She then stood back and waited. I panicked a bit, as I thought my abnormally big penis might be visible to her beneath the shirt. I suddenly recalled that my Aunt had said that I was supposed to dance for a minute if anyone pulled my string, so I started to do my best dancing routine in place as the lady watched. "Oh isn't that MARVELOUS!" she said as she enjoyed my little dancing routine. "Hey Francine, come here! You've GOT to see this," the lady called out after I had stopped my dance. Another younger, quite pretty lady approached and stood next to the older clerk. "Watch this," the older lady said and proceeded to pull on my string another three times. The sensation on my penis was delightful and discomforting. Like before, I started to dance without saying a word. My penis was bobbing up and down under my shirt and the freedom my balls enjoyed gave me the most wonderful sensation as they jiggled and bounced in front of these two women. They both watched with big smiles on their faces. If they only knew I thought! I began to worry that maybe they DID know that I wasn't wearing anything underneath my shirt and my breathing accelerated beyond what the little exercise had caused. After I stopped my second dance, the older lady said, "Isn't that just too cute!" Francine laughed and said playfully, "Ooohhh, I want to try!" She then touched my face with the palm of her hand and whispered, "You are just too precious!" I loved hearing that from someone so attractive. She then grabbed a hold of my string and pulled it several times very gently. I REALLY liked how she did it. I danced extra nice for her. I could feel that my penis was very big. The appreciative smiles on Francine's face made me feel very happy. I was secretly hoping that they would keep this up.