A New N.A.K.E.D Morning Routine

The only way John could describe waking up as a member of the N.A.K.E.D program is bare — not just because of the state of his tan ass, which was undoubtedly exposed to the world, but because of the state of his room as a whole.
The windows of his room, which covered a large percentage of the wall that faced the street, have had their curtains removed. The door to the bedroom had also been taken straight off it's hinges, leaving a gaping hole to the rest of the house. His bed was stripped down to nothing but a couple of pillows and the bare mattress itself, leaving John's naked body visible through both the large window and open door-hole.
Luckily it was still summer, so the prospect of sleeping nude without bed-sheets wasn't as awkward and uncomfortable as it would be in winter. What he will never get used to however is the idea of passerby's getting a casual glimpse of his 5.16 in. morning wood through the window.

Rolling out of bed John instinctively moved to open his wooden dresser.
"I don't know what I was expecting..." John mumbled to himself after finding not even a scrap of cloth within any of the drawers. "Well I don't have to decide what i'm going to wear today. More time for my shower I guess, hopefully I can scrub these stupid markings off me..."
With nothing left to do in his bedroom John began moving softly down the hall to the bathroom. The last thing he wanted this morning was a run in with his mother.

Entering the open door-frame of his barren "N.A.K.E.D approved" bathroom — the door to the room as well as the curtains to the shower had been removed. John quickly relieved himself before jumping into the shower.
Twisting the shower handles, he braced for the temporary burst of cold water, that moment however never came. Instead he was left naked in anticipation as not a single drop fell from the shower head.
Trying again John twisted the handles back then forward, but got the same result. Cursing aloud he realized there would be no getting around talking to his mother this morning.

Timidly the nude boy peeked his head out of the hallway and into the living room where his mother was sitting down with newspaper and coffee in hand.
"Hey mom... Uh, the shower isn't working." John said, trying his best to hide his still stiff cock behind the door-frame.
"Oh I know, I made a quick change to the plumbing last night. The water for your shower goes to the hose in the front lawn now." Ms.Doe replied as if this was an every day occurrence.

"Umm, What?!" John said in slight disbelief. "W-Why?! Why would you do that? Do you expect me to shower out front?"
"Yes." Ms.Doe said bluntly.
"Why the hell would I do that?!" John continued to question in disbelief.
Putting her newspaper down, John's mother looked him dead in the eyes before putting on her stern mother voice. "Well for one because I'm your mother and you should always do as I say, and secondly I talked to a therapist for you last night and she recommended this as a first step for dealing with your apparent sexual deviancy."

"A therapist?!" John said as he moved out from the hall door, to angry to care about hiding his morning wood from his mother. "How did you even manage to get a hold of a therapist this fast?!"
Digging through her purse Ms.Doe took out a small cardboard business card. "Well it wasn't exactly my idea..." She said as she slid the card across the table to her son.
Picking up the card John read the contents of it to himself.

Dr.Smith — developmental counselor
Specialty: Behavioral problems of young men and boys
Email: Smith[email protected]
Phone: (XXX) - XXX - XXXX

"Dr.Smith?!" John read aloud in shock.
Leaning forward from her seat, Ms.Doe snatched the card back from her son's hand. "Yes Dr.Smith. She's Megan's aunt and she's offered to take you in for free after your little incident yesterday at the pool. So when you see her and Megan's mother after school today be sure to thank them!"

It took John to register that this was really happening. His mother managed to find a therapist this fast, for free none the less. Plus the therapist was Megan's aunt of all people.
While Megan is a good friend, or a least she used to be. Therapy is expensive and giving it away for free is a huge loss of... The realization of what was really happening hit John across the face.
This wasn't an act of charity, he really pissed off both Megan and her mother yesterday. They probably went to their aunt to trick his mother into putting him into their care, just so they can have more power to humiliate him.

"Wait mom! You can't make me go to this!" John began pleading. "Megan's mom hates me! This is all just a set up for her to get back at me!"
"Oh please, John! Ms.Smith just wants what's best for you like I do."
Out of frustration John stomped his foot on the ground, sending his boner waving around. "Think for a second mom! How the hell does showering outside every morning help me at all?!"
Knowing her son is about to throw another tantrum, Ms.Doe desperately tried to wrap up the conversation. "I don't know John i'm not a behavioral therapist, but Dr.Smith told me this is the first step of her program!"

Frustrated at his mothers unquestioning loyalty to a woman she's never met over her own son, John threw out an ultimatum. "Fine, but as long as you actually believe this stupid crap I just won't shower."
"Young man that is disgusting!" Ms.Doe said getting up from her seat. "You're going to be spending all day walking around naked, you'll get filthy in no time."
Placing her hands on his shoulders, Ms.Doe turned her son around towards the door.

"H-Hey! What are you-" John said as his bare feet failed to get the friction needed to stop him from sliding forward.
"I will not have a dirty boy in this house! I'm going to need you to have at least three showers a day."
Breaking free from his mothers grip, John spun around to face her. "Three showers a day?!"
"Yes three, timed for fifteen minutes, in the morning, after school, and before bed. I will also be watching you to make sure you're actually showering, not just turning on the water and hiding in the bushes."

Things were quickly turning from bad to worse. Three showers a day! John thought to himself. _It was already embarrassing enough showering with no curtains in a room with no door, and that was when the only person who could possible see me is my mom!
_It didn't help that the road his house was on was a straight shot to the school, so many of his classmates either walked or drove down it every morning, and evening after school.
I'm going to have to shower in-front of them all, they're going to watch me scrub my intimate areas every day...

Snapping out of that terrifying thought, John gave another stomp of his foot. "Not happening!"
Opening her mouth to object, John quickly cut off his mother. "Now i'm going to tell you what you're going to do!" He exclaimed putting his mother into a slight state of shock at his aggressive behavior.
"You're going to back into the basement and switch the water back to my shower, and then I will shower as many times as I like, when I want to!" John commanded with such authority, it would be easy to mistake that he actually had the power to make such demands.

After a few seconds the shock wore off, and Ms.Doe responded with a simple, calm. "Outside. Now."
"No, no, no, no, no!" John broke into a tantrum again, giving a boner bouncing stomp of his foot between each of the no's.
Absolutely fuming at this point Ms.Doe reached out preparing to drag her son outside and wash him herself, but was interrupted by a voice at the door.

"John! You shouldn't speak to your mother that way!" Megan called out from across the room.
Seeing Megan arrive at his house so suddenly and without warning only made John angrier. "What the hell is she doing here?! Can't I get even one moment of privacy anymore?!"

Megan gave a sly smirk "He acting up again?" she asked slightly amused at the naked boy throwing a tantrum.
Giving an exacerbated sigh Ms.Doe said. "Sadly yes. I'm sorry you have to see this you can wait outside, I promise i'll have him out in a minute."
"Here Ms.Doe let me show you a trick for dealing with John." Megan said as she quickly closed the gap between her and John. Megan moved to quick for John to react and before he knew it she was right in front of him, with her soft hands firmly grasping his balls.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" was all John could manage to get out as Megan kept a strong grip on his manhood.
Raising her free hand Megan came down with a thunderous strike against the exposed tip of John's cock — sending it slamming into his thigh with a wet *crack!* before slowly bouncing back into neutral position facing her.
"Ahhhh! FU-" John just barley managed to bite his lip before allowing the curse to slip.

"Apologize for raising your voice against your mother!" Megan demanded, followed by a tightening of her grip and another hard *crack!* against the tip of his penis.
"AHH! I'm sorry mom! I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" John blurted out as hey tried to wiggle his way out of Megan's tight grip in vain.
Releasing some pressure from her grip, Megan began slowly tapping the tip of John's exposed cock with the open palm of her hand, taunting another strike at any moment. "Sorry for what, John?"

"I'm sorry for talking back! I'm sorry for raising my voice! Please forgive me mom, please!" John pleaded out of fear of angering Megan again.
Eyes open wide in shock, Ms.Doe could hardly believe how fast Megan brought an attitude change out of her son. "Wow... I never knew it could be that easy. How do you do it Megan?"
"I spend a lot of time with my aunt, I guess you can say dealing with rowdy boys runs in the family." Megan said with a sly smirk.

"Here watch this." Megan said as she delivered another hard smack to the tip of John's 5.16 in. stiffy. Sending it once again flying into his thigh.
"Admit you're a panty stealing pervert!" Megan commanded with a quick squeeze of her hand.
Jumping onto the tips of his toes, John let out a quick pained scream before giving into Megan's demands. "I'm a panty stealing pervert!"
"Good." Megan said with in a calm tone. "Now you're going to thank your mom for putting you into N.A.K.E.D, and then you're going to walk that firm butt of yours outside for your shower before I turn it bright red. Understand?"

"Y-yes Megan, just please let go of me." John stuttered out.
Releasing her grip on the boy, Megan crossed her arms in anticipation for the boy to follow her next command.
Looking down at the floor a blush enveloped John's face. "Uhh, thank you mom... For putting me into N.A.K.E.D. It was the right choice."
Megan gave an affirming nod to John before pointing to the front door. "Head outside and start washing, we'll be out in a minute to check up on you!"

Ego bruised by Megan's humiliation, John dragged himself out the front door dreading what's to come. Closing the door with a slam Megan and Ms.Doe were left alone together in the house.
"Wow, uh. Thank you so much Megan." Ms.Doe said still in a sate of slight disbelief over how quickly she managed to get her son's attitude to turn around.

"It's no problem Ms.Doe, I know how much of a handful John can be, trust me." Megan said putting on her best ass kissing tone of voice. "I promise you my aunts therapy and one, or two. Actually maybe three years of N.A.K.E.D and John will be a changed man!"
Adopting a worried posture, Ms.Doe leaned forward. "Do you really think so? I'm so worried about that boy, that his perverted behavior and stubborn attitude will ruin his future. Sometimes I worry I'm just not doing enough as a mother to help him..."

Playing into John's mother's fears, Megan leaned in as well and put on her most soothing and sympathetic voice she could. "I completely understand Ms.Doe. John is a very good friend of mine and this sudden change of attitude shocked me just as much as you, but trust a kid like John is the reason why professionals exist. You made the right choice to put him into N.A.K.E.D and reach out to my aunt — now you just have to trust that the N.A.K.E.D program, and the Smith girls will straighten him out!"

"You really think so?" Ms.Doe said on the verge of tears before pulling Megan into a tight hug. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can never hope to repay you and you're family for what you're doing for my boy!"
Patting the distressed mother on the back, Megan leaned in too. "Don't you dare feel guilty Ms.Doe, the Smith family would do anything for a friend. I promise, John's junk is in good hands..."

Pulling out of the hug Ms.Doe looked at her son's friend with a confused face. "What was that?"
"I said you're son will be in good hands!" Megan lied with an honest smile. "Now let's go make sure that boy is washing himself properly." Megan said as she turned to move towards the door, but was suddenly cut off by a hand gripping her shoulder.
"Wait!" Ms.Doe blurted out quickly as she gripped Megan. "I have another favor to ask from you, it may be a lot to ask of you especially because you're already doing so much for me but..."

"Please Ms.Doe anything for you..." Megan responded with a polite smile.
"Well you see, I was wondering if, only if it's one hundred percent ok with you! That..."
As John's mother began to explain the question, a wicked grin grew across Megan's face.
"... so would you be willing to do that for me?" Ms.Doe asked nervously.
"Of course I would Ms.Doe! Trust me it would be my pleasure..."