"Diego, your father is coming today, and
should be here soon. He just phoned from the airport to let me know to
expect him shortly.
Diego looked forward to his Dad's arrival here. He had hoped at first
that Dad would do something about this nudity issue, but the reality
that this was to be his permanent condition had finally settled into
his mind. Hopefully, Dad could help him cope with it better, and maybe
help tame Evita's new control-freak attitude.
Soon, he heard the cab stop in front of the house, bringing his Dad
from the airport. Looking out his bedroom window, he was surprised to
see Juan Ramirez, his handsome father, standing naked in the driveway,
paying the cab fare. He ran downstairs to greet his Dad at the front
door.
"Diego, my son! Great to see you! How are you getting along in our new
home? How is the soccer working out, my son?" Juan inquired.
"Dad!" he said, with excitement. "Welcome home. I didn't expect you to
be ARRIVING naked! No suitcases, just one little valise?"
"Well, son, I do have to conform to the laws here, just as you do. I
did not bring any clothes except what I wore on the plane, and I
surrendered them at the airport. Most of my personal effects came over
with you and your mother.By the way, she told me you were having some
difficulty adjusting to your lack of clothing. Is it getting better,
yet?"
"A little, Dad. I am making new friends, and I did make the soccer
team, so it is helping. It still seems just...weird, I guess. Why did
you agree to transfer to a country where we would have to be naked, and
a second-class citizen because of simply being male?" Diego asked his
father.
"Son, this is a very good assignment for me, and it will be good for
the family. We can expect to be here for seven years."
"But, Dad! That is the rest of my high school and college years! And I
will be 23 years old before I can return home and...and..have some
pants to cover my bare ass again!"
Juan chuckled in his deep voice, and said, "There is nothing wrong with
your ass, my son! It is as good as anyone else's, and every guy here is
just as naked as you, including me! I have no problem with the nudity
here. You see, it was on a nude beach, in the south of Spain, that I
met your mother. In my younger years, I would go there frequently.
After getting busy with career and family, I didn't have much time for
it, anymore. I regret not taking you there, so you could have found it
easier to handle something like this. No son of mine should have such a
big problem with simply being nude. Now that I am here, I will help you
deal with it."
"But...but, Dad! That's not the worst. Males are some sort of
second-class persons here. ONLY the males are naked, and always subject
to the women. They even lead us around with leashes...around our dicks!
And they tease us. A girl at school told me she calls it the 'penis
penalty,' whatever that means."
"I know what that means," Evita said, entering the room with Diego's
leash in her hand. "It means that your silly male genitals, hanging
there on the outside of the male body, are vulnerable and virtually
defenseless, particularly when you are naked. They are sensitive and
delicate, your perfect weakness by which a woman can control you, once
your manhood has been harnessed in a cock leash! That is the 'penis
penalty.' Woman has become superior over man by making the most of her
delicious opportunity to deprive him of clothes and take his manhood
captive to her will by leashing his cock. A male with his cock and
balls in chains wouldn't dare disobey the woman holding the reins!" She
unabashedly slipped it around Diego's privates and snugged the fit,
grinning broadly at him. She loved the helpless and obedient demeanor
he had when his most intimate parts were under her command.
"She is ruthless with this thing, Dad! Can't you do something about it?"
"No, son! Women have that privilege, and Evita is enjoying her new
ascent in status, and your decline. She likes trying out the reins of
control, and it is perfectly natural to expect her to do so. Your
mother and I trust Evita not to take it too far. She adores you like a
brother. You are man enough to take it, and let her indulge in a little
fun, among the girls here," his father replied.
Luisa walked into the room and hugged her handsome husband. "We have a
little time before dinner, dear. Let's walk around the neighborhood,"
she suggested.
She withdrew a leash from the drawer of a side table, and snugly placed
it around the ample genitalia of her man. He was uncut, like his son.
She let her fingers linger on his penis, feeling it grow in response.
She wanted to show him off to the other women in the neighborhood, and
wanted it to be impressive. The father put his arm around Diego's
shoulders, and encouraged him to accept the challenges he was facing.
Off they went, the two males in front, with leashes trailing between
their bronzed legs and into the delicate feminine hands that now
dominated their masculine virility with such expertise.
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