A Visit to South Peternia
The tiny island nation of Peternia had recently broken with the most of human history by becoming an openly female led society. Like all other lands, men had originally held all the positions of power and money, until they embarked on their last and silliest war. Whether all men of Peternia had eagerly participated or simply followed the leadership of a few macho bigmouths, all men came to be blamed.
As usual, the war was pointless and seemingly endless. When the voting public (now overwhelmingly women, since most men were occupying the trenches) had finally gotten fed up, a new regime swept into power. Women senators, mayors and even President. They snapped off a peace treaty, and the weary men marched home to a changed land.
This new understanding wasn't codified into law, but just became a widespread understanding among women that subtle steps to keep their men humble and controlled would be tolerated, even supported, as long as the man taming didn't become disruptive to others.
What that meant to men was different in each family. In the conservative, wintry North, most women allowed their men to retain rights to their own clothes, sexual habits and privacy. And decency standards kept a check on the boldness of the women in public, work or school.
But in the tropical and always scandalous South, there were rumors that some communities required all men nude all the time, and women stalked the streets in tiny bikinis, allowed to stroke or spank any males at a whim, delighted to see men spending their days with dripping purple erections and bursting blue balls. But these were just rumors, since so little news came from the South nowadays.
And in the temperate middle of Peternia where Neal's family lived, the morals of the North and South mixed in equal measure, so that community standards were in flux, as people struggled to modernize their sense of "decency". Public life was usually like the North, but in private homes, each family's matriarch decided the status of her men. Unfortunately for Neal...
"What's happening?" he demanded. "Why are we stopping?"
"A checkpoint of some sort," he mother answered, motioning with her head.
The car purred to a stop in front of a swing gate, and two female officers stepped out of a guard shack, one coming up to each side of the car. The one on the driver's side approached professionally, while the one on Neal's side leaned far into his open window, giving him a great look down her uniform shirt at her firm cleavage.
"Hello officers. How can we help you?" Mrs. Garrett said.
"You folks visiting from the North?" the closer one asked, while the one on Neal's side simply looked at the twitching tent in his shorts and smiled.
"Yes ma'am. Just for a few weeks."
The officer looked at the mom, the two girls in the back, then to Neal. "We're going to need him to step out of the car." The other officer stepped back and opened Neal's door for him.
"What? I don't understand," he stammered, his heart beating faster.
"Oh, officer, are we entering a 24/7 community?" Mrs. Garrett asked.
"Yup. We're going to need the boy to disrobe."
"What? Here!" Neal said.
"You have to, Neal," his mother said. "In some areas of the South, it's not even my say if you can wear clothes. Some areas have rules that all men must stay naked ALL the time, no matter what their women want. We must have just entered such an area."
"But it's on the side of the road! Anyone could see!"
The officer on Neal's side pulled the baton from her belt and started slapping it against her open palm.
"Neal," his mother said, sternly. "I'm going to count to three. And then the officers and I are going to make sure your vacation starts off on a VERY bad note. One. Two-"
Neal scrambled out of the car and stood, shaking in front of the smiling border guard. She raised one eyebrow at him, and he peeled off his shirt and started to put it back in the car.
"Nuh-uh, little man," she said, holding up a black plastic bag in front of him. "Fold it first," she added, when he tried to stuff the shirt in there.
With shaking hands, Neal did, followed by adding his shoes and socks. Hands on his fly, Neal turned to look back in the car. It didn't look like his mother was going to save him, and Nikki and Sam were just all smiles, their arms and legs glistening from where they had rubbed the lotion in.
"Come on, we don't have all day!" the officer barked at him, the shock of the woman's voice made Neal start unbuttoning his shorts almost by instinct. Gulping, he slipped them down his legs as Nikki and Sam whistled. The officer grinned even wider as his hard penis popped out in front of him, bobbing in the air while he folded the last of his dignity and put it into the bag she held. After which, she took two steps over to a wood burning stove standing next to their guard shack, opened the door, and threw the bag in.
"No!" Neal yelled, as the stove's chimney spat out a puff of grey smoke, then nothing at all.
"Sorry ma'am," the serious officer told Mrs. Garrett. "We've had a lot of smuggling into this area. It's safer just not to let any male clothes in, because they usually end up on the black market."
"A black market for boys' shorts?" Tina Garrett asked. "Why would anyone want those?"
"To escape, ma'am. Naked guy runs north across the border, it's not hard for the police to figure out where to send him back. But a runaway male wearing even some clothes can blend into a northern crowd. You don't have anything in the suitcases, do you?"
"No, just things for the girls and I."
"Okay, you're free to move along. To cover what you lost to the stove, here's a $50 gift certificate to the downtown Sadie Hawkin's market." She looked at the shivering Neal, outside the car trying to cover his dick and butt with his hands, then finally broke a smile herself. "Anything you might want him to wear during your vacation, you should be able to find there."
"Thank you officer. We will. Come along, Neal!" Tina called to the shocked boy, who was still looking at the stove. He bent over, trying to stumble into the car with his hands still covering him. As he did, Neal felt a sure set of fingers clasp his balls from behind.
"Nice tightness on this sac, by the way, ma'am," the smiling officer said, rolling Neal's nuts around as he remained frozen, bent over. "How long has it been for him?"
"Oh, just two weeks. Yes, our little guy does recharge fast! Thank you, officer."
"No, thank you," she said, tugging the smooth, shaved ball sack one more time, then releasing it so Neal could sit down.
As the car started forward, Neal suddenly realized that the closest clothes he could wear for the next two weeks, probably the closest men's clothes for miles, were slowly burning in that stove by the side of the road. He spun around to look at the receding shape in panic, and his stomach felt like he was falling off a cliff.
What would he do now? For two weeks!
"Two weeks since he came?" Sam asked. "I thought-"
"Shhh!" Nikki said, but Mrs. Garrett turned to the girls.
"Isn't that right, Nikki? I told you to let Neal orgasm the night I announced this trip, to let him relax."
"What!" Neal exclaimed.
"Oops," Nikki said, smiling at Neal. "I guess I forgot." She and Sam broke up laughing.
"Nikki! So it's been almost five weeks? What will I do with you? Neal must be going crazy!"
"Sorry Neal, I guess I owe you one!" his sister said, laughing and flashing her pink panties at him again.
"Oh Neal, I'm sorry," his mother said, tousling his hair. "These last two weeks must really have been hard on you." She looked from Neal's anguished face, to his throbbing cock, then started giggling herself. "Hard... on..." she snickered. "Nikki, now you've got me doing it!"
With all three females in the car snickering at his predicament, Neal crossed into South Peternia naked and hard.
