New Babysitter 12 to 18

By Gerste

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"New Babysitter," part XII, by Gerste.

Shortly after the spanking, Josh was standing outside, waiting for the bus; in the buff, of course, with the singular exception of his designated footwear: his paltry shoes and short socks. The autumn chill of morning (it was, in fact, about the time of the autumnal equinox) sent goosebumps throughout his epidermal surface area, and his fine vallus hairs stood at attention, hailing the cool of morn. He started to shiver as his fair-skinned body attempted to compensate for the 46 degree Fahrenheit (8 degree Celsius) chill, by moving in hyperthermic fashion in an attempt to keep him warm. Occasionally, a neighbor man or woman, or child of either sex, would walk up and grope his very exposed genitals, as if they had a right to them; as if, indeed, it was their very own body. (His hands had again been bound behind his back earlier that day, to prevent "unlawful" touching of his genitals by himself.) A lady approached Josh with her young daughter (whose gaze was fixed, and thoughts fixated, on Josh's very public genitalia). The latter mother bent down and pinched Josh's testes, as if she were pinching a child's cheek (only harder), saying the while, "Well, aren't you just the cutest thing!" Her pinch had caught Josh's left vas deferens between her index finger and thumb and sent a shooting pain to his nervous system, whereupon Josh doubled over and fell to the gound in writhing pain. Josh's mother had observed the whole affair from her window and came out of the house to caution the lady about her zeal:

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Mrs. Hearrings, it's none of my business how you treat what belongs to you, except Josh's ball and dick belong to us all, and we really don't want to see them ruined. It would not be fair to all of us."

Mrs. Hearrings: "Quite right, Miss. Are you the mother, I presume?"

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Yes, and I love my son very much. But we must all have the right to see and feel his attractive body while it is intact, if you know what I mean?"

Mrs. Hearrings: "I understand perfectly well. In the future, I'll try not to damage the community property."

As Josh's pain in his groin subsided, he wondered why such an apology was not directed towards him. He still hadn't adjusted to the strange thinking that his body, particularly his most intimate parts, didn't belong to him. But he dared not challenge the situation, since the earlier spanking was still fresh on his mind. The girl and her mother began examining Josh's "bits and pieces" as Josh, resigning himself to his fate, just looked on, waiting for the bus. The girl moved her fingers to Josh's anus and felt around inside him, just as Josh spied the bus approaching a few blocks down the street. Josh's mother then reminded him of his responsibilities to find a seat to lay down on, throw back his legs to his shoulders and spread his legs, so that the rest of the students could fondle his most intimate body parts at their leisure. Josh only nodded silently, as his mother then kissed him on the forehead and wished him a good day at school. She then bent all the way down and kissed his contracted scrotal sac, which reponded thus from the cold.

When Josh finally entered the bus, he saw all of the students seated and staring at him. A girl reached out and groped him, and he stopped to let her, as per his mother's instructions. Several students had done that before Josh was finally able to find an empty seat near the center of the bus. He assumed the position, as laid out to him by his mother earlier. As he did, each student came to his seat and took turns examining Josh for themselves, as if they were casually eximining their own bodies. The girls seemed to exhibit signs of arousal, and Josh thought he noticed a certain wetness around their mid-section, erroneously assuming that they had soiled themselves.

Once Josh had arrived to school and found his class, amid a sea of groping hands, he expected full well that the dreaded second spanking awaited him. He assumed that his mother had called ahead to inform them of his continuing punishment for insolence. But when he arrived to speak to the teacher, she made no mention of the spanking, and instead instructed him to go from student to student and apologize for concealing his body for all these years and to invite each one to examine him for themselves, which each did, some 723 of them by the end of the day. What Josh didn't realize was that no one had forgotten the spanking. It seems that the earlier spanking that day had drawn a few beads of blood in the last few vertical swats across the anus, as the belt wrapped around and struck his scrotum, and therefore it was deemed necessary to scale back on the spankings to avoid major damage to the "public property." Josh was not aware of this, as he went about his assigned task of inviting the whole school to fondle him, one or two (sometimes three) at a time. Each student became very familiar with Josh's body, and many took intimate digital pictures for their own private purposes (although they did share these after making exact copies, a duty also required of them). Josh endured extreme embarrassment at the intermittent cat calls and constant disparaging remarks which constantly drew attention to his formerly most hidden regions. Josh's tear ducts were dry from constant tearing up, and his throat sore from the sobbing, but no one would pay any attention to his grievous disposition. The girls just thought it was "cute," and sometimes distracting, and the guys derided him as "wimpy" because of it. The whole school staff and student body, especially the females, had participated in this humiliating examination.

When at last it came time for Josh to go home, he had to find his bus, and repeat the same routine of laying back on the seat and making his anus and genitals readily accessible to all the roving students, who were only allowed to leave their seats to molest Josh. Once Josh arrived home, he had to endure the same things from the neighbors, as he approached his house, and from his siblings, once there.

Josh's mother soon arrived to take him to the doctor, kissing him "hello" on the lips, and then on the penis successively, during which she momentarily slipped it in her mouth ("frenching" it, as it were). Moments later, they both, together with his sisters, entered the car and took off for the doctor. Josh was anxious to get this doctor's visit over with, as he had not ingested any solids, only water, since Friday. His stomach was making gurgling noises from hunger and his slender physique had atrophied further. All the students had noticed this and mocked him for it earlier that day.

"New Babysitter," part XIII, by Gerste:

As they pulled into the medical center of one Dr. Louvré, Josh noticed that the parking lot seemed almost full. They pulled into a parking space marked by a sign, which read, "Reserved for Mrs. Weisensteing." It was as if those who had arranged for the sign had known ahead of time that the lot would be crowded. Many cars were also parked in adjacent lots around the office. Josh had an uneasy feeling that this was more than just a routine visit for many. When Josh, his mother and siblings had entered the doctor's office, the first thing he noticed was the crowd of people, half of whom seemed to be whole families. The room seated only 40 people, but there was an "overflow" of at least 100 people standing. Every eye fastened on Josh's person, most of them riveted on his penis and testacles. Josh timidly hid behind his mother, who then pushed him out into the open, saying, "Oh no, you don't! You're going to take this like a boy. Before the appointment's done, there's going to be a lot more scrutiny of your body, believe me."

Josh: "Mom, how long will we need to wait?"

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Not long at all. They're not here to see the doctor. They're all here to see you. The doctor's office closed at 5:00, about the time of your appointment. These people have come for you."

Josh did not like the sounds of that. This was highly irregular. Why would the doctor allow it, unless it was pre-planned?...thought Josh. The waiting room suddenly came alive with hands touching and feeling his body all over, with special attention given to his genitals. The people lifted Josh and passed him over hand, mostly facing downward (prone position, but sometimes supine), in a bid to make sure everyone in the room had a chance to inspect every part of him. Josh felt every hand, sometimes two at a time, caress and palpate his scotum and penis, and many fingers, often from two different people, inserted themselves into Josh's very exposed anus. (They made sure to spread his legs wide as they passed him along.) Small children sat on grown-up shoulders to access the subject; whereas bigger children were tall enough to fondle Josh, as the adults were careful to make sure. (There were 73 children, 47 of them girls, who were present, all participating.) Throughout, Josh's boy member had obtained erection, not so much from arousal as such, as from extreme embarrassment and confusion. Josh was very conflicted about what he was experiencing—acclimation becoming the coping mechanism for continual trauma.

This all went on for about 85 minutes (86 minutes and 47 seconds, to be exact) when the doctor entered the room. Everyone in the room, 149 in number, had felt up the lad, and Josh felt "phantom" palpations even after they had stopped, a returning feeling he had from when he had left school and the bus. Josh had been placed back on his bare feet, facing Dr. Louvré, a woman.

Dr. Louvré: "Now Josh, I understand you have a foreign object inserted into your rectum. I'm here to remove it for you. But first, let's get your weight." A scale was present in the waiting room, which Josh never remembered to be the case in the past. Josh stepped onto the scales, which registered 40.5 pounds, rather less than three stone.

Dr. Louvré, checking her clip board: "You've lost about six pounds since I saw you last. I imagine it's because you haven't been eating because of the problems it would create here." Then, looking up at Mrs. Weisensteing (we say "looking up" because she had, in fact, often been looking down at Josh's conspicuous penis and testacles—her eyes darting back and forth, from duty to interest), she continued: "It's just as well, Mrs. Weisensteing, since eating would likely have 'backed up' the fecal waste into his small intestines and/or stomach, owing to extreme obstruction. I'm assuming that even cramps from trapped gas and lack of flatulence was an issue." She then asked Josh directly, "Have you been able to pass gas in the last few days?" Josh couldn't remember, and answered in the negative, before he realized he had done so earlier that morning.

Dr. Louvré began feeling around Josh's abdomen and groin, after she had fondled his penis, testacles and anus herself (she had her prioroities). She was able to feel and determine where the money was located, just from feeling from without. No X-rays or gastro-probes were necessary, so thin was he.

Dr. Louvré then called for "anyone who thought they could" to come forward and try to reach in to retrieve the item from Josh.

Josh, jittery: "How's that a medical method? Everyone had tried at the restaurant, and even the littlest kids couldn't do it."

Dr. Louvré: "Yes, Josh, but we have someone littler still who might be able to do it."

Josh's two sisters then exchanged knowing glances, and giggled beneath their breath. A few mothers came forward with their toddler sons and daughters, eight in total. Josh was then made to bend over as lubricant was applied to each little toddler arm and each one inserted his or her balbous hand up Josh's puckering anus. Josh scream in pain at the miniature intrusions, his hands still bound all the time. When the doctor had seen that the child almost had the money in hand, he called off the endeavor, until the eighth and final child had a chance, whom he allowed to succeed. "Got it," said little Margaret Alleyn. She then pulled it out. Josh was fit to be tied at about this point, as "little" Margaret was big for her age, about the size of a five year old. Somehow, she managed to get her whole hand and forearm up him.

Dr. Louvré: "I suggest, now, Mrs. Weisensteing, you get something for the boy to eat." And, handing the enclosed money to a nodding Mrs. Weisensteing, she added, "Here's the money he owes that restaurant owner."

End of part 13.

"New Babysitter," part XIV, by Gerste

When they finally had left the doctor's office, Josh's painful anus still throbed from all the blunt trauma of the last few days and moments. They went to eat at a restaurant, this time with money in hand. Josh finally got to eat, after, that is, everyone in the restaurant had a chance to fondle and finger him. No one refused. But Josh was just glad to be able to eat at least, and, having done so, they all went home. Such became their daily routine: Josh would become molested throughout the course of the day, and, throughout the week, had to go to different schools within the district to apology to each student for his modesty and to verbally invite unwanted molestation. He was accosted often by his ubiquitous female fanbase. At home, the fondling and digital penetrations continued non-stop, as his siblings and guests, whom his mother had invited for just such occasions, were unrelenting.

Even though Josh was now eating, he didn't seem to be gaining any weight. In fact, he looked more gaunt than ever, and everyone, especially jealous girls, began to notice. They bitterly criticized him as "skinny-ass," and other such belittling taunts. There was a kind of sexual arousal that accompanied their mockery, as they vicariously projected their own weight issues onto this new emaciated effigy. It took on an air of female domination which appealed to their latent megalomania. Meanwhile, Josh's parents were at a loss to explain his idiopathic weight loss, since his appetite, despite it all, seemed normal enough. It was decided that Josh would have to return to the doctor, but not before his Friday court arraignment.

Josh appeared nude for his court appearance, with hands bound in back (to keep him from touching himself). The court room occupants took advantage of Josh's exposed state to fondle him for themselves. These included judge herself, who summoned him to the bench in order to molest him personally. After which, this judge, Mrs. Jazikowsky, called for the trial to begin, even though hasty trials in her court room were otherwise unheard of and contrary to cutom.

Judge Jazikowsky: "The defendant stands accused of embezzlement and making a false police report. How do you plead?"

Josh had been coached ahead of time and answered, contrary to "counsel" (his mother), "Not guilty, your honor."

Judge Jazikowsky, adjudicating arbitrarily: "I say guilty. Your sentence, effective immediately, will be five years."

Josh almost fainted, and then he heard her say, "But we will commute this sentence to nude time to be distributed among his male relatives under the age of 15."

Mrs. Weisensteing, speaking on behalf of the "defense" (such as it was), spoke up: "He has 37 male cousins under the age of 15, all present and accounted for, your honor."

Judge Jazikowsky: "Very well, all of Josh's male relatives now present are hereby under the same nudity rules as Josh is. So strip. That means you, boys."

Josh's extended relatives were seated among rows of seats in the rather large court gallery, but the boys under 15 were unaware that they would be under the same guidlines as Josh and looked every bit as shocked by the news as Josh was relieved. Josh's boy relatives shared his puerile good looks and youthful gleam. Their shock was indescribable as their jaws dropped, but not their drawers. A presiding officer stepped up to enforce the new policy: "You heard her, boys. All of Josh's male relatives under the age of 15 now come under the same nudity rules as Josh here, and must strip at once. NOW!!!" They looked at him absently, as if they were deers caught in the headlight. They were at a loss to understand how they could share in their nude cousin's fate.

Judge Jazikowsky: "Boys, do I have to incarcerate you for contempt of court? I want to see every last boy nude and their dicks wagging in front of them in the next minute, or you will be incarcerated indefinitely until you comply. Do I make myself understood?" After some urging from their siblings and parents, each such boy stripped to the bare within the alotted time, some of them trembling the while. Most of the boys were relatively thin or medium build, some of them even skinny; but a couple exceptions, two portly lads, were advised that they were to trim down within weeks, as "No one wants to see a fat ass," said the judge. They would, however, still be naked as well. The now very nude boys, 37 of them, filed out into the center aisle between the rows and faced the judge, who went over the nude rules with them. Essentially: they were never to cover up or touch their "communal property" (i.e., public genitals) without permission; and touching them was the prerogative of others, not themselves, etc. These new mandates were to follow them until the the day they turned 15, and it was imperative that these imperatives be followed to the letter, or else prison time would be imposed on them. The 15 year expiry date would be extended for a year (16 years old) for anyone who still looked young for their age at that point. The judge further informed them that their adolecent ages will be verified upon exit of the court, so that no one flies "under the radar." Their parents and siblings were enthusiastic, even zealous, to enforce the new rules, just as in Josh's case.

Josh's relief at avoiding prison was tempered by his guilt at having been the reason for so much subsequent embarrASSment among his young male relatives. Little did Josh realize, however, it had all been planned out ahead of time, and Josh was no more to blame than the nude boy subjects themselves. But none of that inculpability mattered to the judge or mother of Josh, who collaborated in the matter, unbeknownst to Josh.

End of part 14

"New Babsitter," part XV, by Gerste

The 37 boys couldn't believe their predicament. They had been subpoenaed regarding their cousin, one Josh Weisensteing, only to find themselves in the dock, as it were, and co-sharers in his legal punishment: that of nude servitude. Their hands were bound behind their backs to ensure that they didn't touch themselves, same as with Josh. One boy, aged 12, tried to motion with his shoulders to get the judge's attention, as he was unable to gesticulate with his bound hands: "Your honor," he said (he being Caleb Petucola).

Mrs. Jazikowsky's steely eyes locked on his: "What is it, you?"

Mrs. Jazikowsky didn't appreciate being distracted from looking at their genitals, and even as Caleb spoke her eyes drifted down to his genitals. Caleb blushed, but mustered the strength to continue...

Caleb: "Isn't public nudity against the law?"

Judge Jazikowsky, meeting his eyes: "It most definitely is, but then, you're not nude, are you?"

Caleb opened his mouth to contradict her, and was cut off before he could get the words out...

Judge Jazikowsky: "No, boy nudity is not considered actualnudity for the purposes of state or federal law. You simply don't have anything to hide, kid. And since you're a real looker, youreally have nothing to hide. Nice dick, by the way. I should like to get a closer look." She winked at him, who, however, didn't reciprocate.

Several boy voices broke in, but she cut them to the quick: "Silence, all of you! You have heard the new rules, or nuderules, if you wish, and now you will live with them. Is that clear? Or do you want to take your chances in adult prison? We'll house you in the sex ward. I understand that the prison population there is a lot of boy fucking pedobears. They'll make sure your respective holes are not lonely. Do I need to explain further?"

Wide-eyed, the boys wagged their heads furiously and obsequiously.

Judge Jazikowsky: "Good. This concludes our proceedings in this matter. But first..." She descended the judge's seat and began feeling their genitals and backsides for herself, leaving nothing to imagination. Once finished, she dismissed the court, and everyone dispersed.

As Josh was leaving with his family, he overheard one of his male cousins, an 11 year old, grumble to another of his cousins, "We'll get him back for this. He'll see." Several dozen angry eyes fell upon Josh, looking like the beady little eyes of a myriad bees about to swarm. Josh could not believe that he made new enemies over something that wasn't even his doing, but certainly his undoing. He wanted to apologize to each cousin affected, but he didn't know how to say "sorry" for circumstances that were beyond his control, and were, in fact, brought about by others of his relatives with impunity. The unfairness of the situation was perhaps the most ironically poignant characteristic of the "justice" imposed on the subject recipients that day. It faded to black in his mind, like the body of the Chesire cat, leaving behind his upwardly crescent, remnant smile to mock Josh's ill fortune. As the boys left, all adolescents who appeared to be near the age of 13 or 14 were checked for age verification, to make sure no one was left out who shouldn't be. They leered back at Josh with an expression which read, "We're going to get you, motherfucker!"Josh couldn't read lips, but he got the gist.

As they drove away from the court house, Josh's mother drove him to the doctor's, so as to ascertain the exact reason for Josh's weight loss. When once they had entered the doctor's office, Josh noticed that it was significantly less crowded than before. No one was expecting him this time, and,this time, it was not on off hours. Everyone took notice, however, and several eager hands immediatly accosted his boy parts, as his mother approached the receptionist and explained the reason for Josh's visit. 48 minutes and hundreds of molestations later (many of them at the same time), Dr. Louvré, from the "visit" before, came out to the lobby to meet them. This time, she took them to the examination room, and invited any who wished to come with her to examine Josh. Several little girls, all about Josh's age, followed in tow. When they all had entered the examing room, Dr. Louvré left the door opened and turned to Mrs. Weisensteing for details...

Dr. Louvré: "I see, he's eating, but no weight gain. Josh, why don't you step on the scale and we'll get your weight."

Josh did so, and the scale registered a slight 37.4 pounds. Dr. Louvré quickly scribbled some notes on her clip board and looked up with a concerned look on her face.

Dr. Louvré: "I understand that you gave Josh a very thorough enema last Friday."

Mrs. Weisensteing: "No, my babysitter did. Is there a problem, doctor?"

Dr. Louvré: "No, she's not at fault, and we all agreed to it, but she may have been a bit too thorough in the process. You see, your colon needs good bacteria to break down the food for absorption into the system. Without it, your body's waste would mostly pass through your system uningested. It seems your babysitter may have cleaned away that necessary bacteria, making it harder for Josh here to absorb his food, and making it pass through his system undigested. He's literally starving to death. It should take time for that bacteria to re-collect. In the meantime, we may have to feed him intraveneously to get his weight back up."

Mrs. Weisensteing looked legitimately shocked; she really didn't mean for all her scheming to come to this. Dr. Louvré continued: "There is also the possibility that the money's presence in the colon caused lacerations or lesions to form in the inner colon wall, in which case, we may need to prescribe intraveneous antibiotics as a prophylactic measure to ensure he doesn't develop peritonitis, which is an inflammation or irritation of the peritoneum." Dr. Louvré was looking down at a medical book as she was saying this. She looked up and said, "We really need to be sure of our facts before we go with the antibotic or anti-fungal route, since long-term antibiotics is not recommended for health reasons."

All of this sounded so serious, and Mrs. Weisensteing looked stunned.

Dr. Louvré, continuing: "We'll have to do a colonoscopy to confirm that this latter scenario didn't take place. This involves a scope with a camera to check out the possibly infected area where the money was." Then, turning to the children present, who who preoccupied with fondling Josh at the moment and feeling his every body part, she said to them, "Children, do you want to see what Josh looks like on the inside?"

"Yeah!" came the enthusiastic response. The doctor took them to the encology lab and proceeded to feed the camera scope up Josh's rectum while the children watched. She left the door open, of course, and nurses, as well as curious patients, peered in periodically, as she made sure Josh's exposed anus was facing the open door. A second camera was trained on Josh with live feeds to the internet. Dr. Louvré took a moment to write an E-mail to boylover and NAMBLA groups, informing them as to the web address of the present event. She also promised them that a digitized DVD will be made available free upon their requests, of which there would be many later. She had ties to a DVD manufacturer which specialized in boy nudist material. Then she turned to the screen that recorded what the scope's eye "saw." The audience of girls, and occasional adults, watched with fascination. The camera confirmed Dr. Louvré's worst fears: there had indeed been some small gashes from the baggie, but not enough to substantiate her suspicions completely. She had to make a judgment call, and decided against the antibotics, since the boy and his mother hadn't complained of fever. She withdrew the scope and stated her opinion in favor cautious forebearance.

Dr. Louvré: "Well, we won't go the way of antibiotics, but we'll have to do something about Josh's weight loss. He's literally starving to death. We could, however, wait it out and see if his colon re-establishes a healthy colony of bacteria in a timely enough manner. He has to eat for that to happen. But if it takes too long, he could literally starve to death. It's up to you."

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Let's wait it out. I don't want to see him on feeding tubes."

Dr. Louvré: "Mrs. Weisensteing, there's also the little matter of punishment."

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Punishment?"

Dr. Louvré: "Yes, someone has to be responsible for doing this to Josh. And Jill, his babsitter, is immuned from such consideration. That leaves Josh himself, again."

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Well, I know someone who could be punished in lieu of Jill, in her name, that is..." She winked evilly. Mrs. Dr. Louvré also grinned—evilly.

End of part 15

"New Babysitter," part XVI, by Gerste

"Is it true? Is Jill really going to be punished for putting that baggie of money up my buttt...er, ass, I mean?" asked Josh, on hearing the news.

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Sure, dear, like I said a minute ago, someone has to take the fall?"

Josh: "Fall? Oh, OK, at least she's gettng what she deserves. But what about my nakedness? If she's being punished, why do I have to stay naked?"

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Oh Josh, she's not being...hhhmmm,puunnished, as you say, for that. We all agreed that you are to stay nude, and the rules for you and your cousins remain in full force. She's just being, well, 'punished' for adversely affecting your health. That's abuse of public property, and it carries a heavy penalty."

Josh: "Good! I hope she rots in jail."

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Jail? Whatever gave you the impression she'll see jail? Honey, she hasn't even been charged yet. But don't worry, something will happen today."

Josh would have been satisfied with closure, but since he still was to remain nude, he had secretly hoped that the punishment could be a punishment in kind, tit for tat. In short, he was hoping Jill would share his embarrassing indecent state of perpetual exposure, and kind of wanted to see what a girl, albeit an older teen girl, looked like. But since no one seemed to consider that side of things, Josh may have to settle for some other sort of punishment. He felt in the dark about just what sort that would be. For him, it was enough, for now, that people were finally considering his end of things, or so he thought.

The above conversation took place while Josh's mother was driving him to his home school, following his Friday colonscopy examine described in part XV. (That day he went to his regular school, instead of a different school. On Monday, he was to resume his prescribed routine of going from school to school to apologize for his former modesty and audibly invite molestations, a routine that would continue until he had gone to every school in the district. But for today, he was back at his own school.)

After Josh had been dropped off at school, he entered the building and made his way to class, already in session. As soon as he entered, he saw it: A huge screen featuring Josh's colonoscopy exam, his genitalia, anus and adorable little face in full view. The film also went viral, becoming an internet sensation, as Josh was to learn later. On the screen before him, the detail was striking and clearer than in real life, since the images were digitally produced and expanded for the big screen. Someone turned on the lights and announced, "Here he is, teacher, the man...ahh, boy of the hour." The whole class looked over and broke out in cheers and whistling, the latter with sexual overtones. "Was nothing private?" thought Josh. The teacher had Josh go from student to student for his ritual molestation, which every student, in particular the girls, were only too enthusiastic to honor. The colonoscopy footage ended on the screen before them, and the students spoke up. An average sized girl commented, "Josh, you look so skinny. You puny little shit. My arm is bigger than your leg." Several of the girls, and some gay boys, were angry and jealous, but that only served to fan to flame the coals of prurient lasciviousness buried deep within. They found it very arousing, without quite knowing why. Jealousy replaced rivalry, which itself had sexual connotations. By contrast, Josh's libido, such as it was, was at an all time low, given the fact that he craved food (constantly hungry) more than things of a sexual nature. Even though Josh was wasting away physically, he still retained his boyish beauty (which clung as dew to a withering leaf), and he was small boned enough that he could get away with losing weight without immediate chronic danger. The situation was not yet terminal, but, to the relief of all, would reverse itself in time (in case my readers are concerned).

Since there was now even less adipose tissue on Josh's buttocks, his anus was becoming more easily visible without him having to bend at the waist, or they having to part them. The student's noticed it, and remarked about his "skinny ass." "Oh well," said one girl, "it makes it easier to poke his asshole." The room reverberated with giddy laughter and ribaldry. Josh had thought his nude embarrassment could not get any worse, until he ran into this new set of slights to his, well, slight figure. Josh just wished he could crawl away and hide in a cave forever, never to emerge again. To make matters worse, they were actually getting mad at him for his lanky appearance, and he could not even help it. Josh would even over-indulge his food, ever since he was now able to eat some, but he just kept inexplicably losing weight. He remembered something Dr. Louvré had said earlier that day, at his weighing: "Some of that 37 and a half pounds he weighs is waste matter which his body does not seem to be absorbing. If we correct for this theoretical supplemental weight, he probably weighs three to five pounds less. All of us have this additional weight in our colon, to a proportionately larger degree, but in Josh's case, it is food that his body is not taking in and storing." That meant that Josh's over-eating attempts only added accumulated waste which his body would soon discharge or "excrete." Josh could not help his condition, and now he was being made fun of because of it. "This is all Jill's fault," thought Josh, "I hope they really make her pay!" Josh was thinking these thoughts throughout the constant molestations he had to endure, coupled with the steady flow of taunts about his scrawny physique, from countless students as he went from room to room, as instructed. Many of the girls were resentful at something Josh could not help, and Josh, for his part, nursed a grudge against the person he held responsible—Jill. After Josh had gone to his thirteenth class room, he was called to the office over the loud speaker. While there, he found out that he had been summoned to court. He hoped this had to do with Jill.

"New Babysitter," part XVII, by Gerste

She sat there on on the side pavement on her high school lunch hour and watched five elementary school and middle school boys, ages 9, 10, 11 and 12 (two), play basketball. (The middle school and elementary school were only across the street from the high school she attended; and she frequented that playground often.) The five were fine lads, three sandy blonde, one auburn haired (of Irish descent), and finally one dirty blonde. They had fine anglo-saxon features and boyish good looks. The best looking among them, little Joey Anstroums (12), was a favorite among his female peers, who would swoon over him like Pavarazzi over celebrity. In lust, she watched the five boys' agile, angular, lithe little bodies sweating and gyrating with the turns, each one sporting a golden brown tan. Their builds differed somewhat, from slight build to limber. She thought how "hot" it would be to see them naked and humiliate them in front of their little friends. As she thought about it and stared, her cliterous became moist and watered her hardening labia. Her nipples became wet and erect, and she had to wait a moment before she approached them. She felt momentarily incapacitated or immobalized by her stiffening arousal. Her breathing and heart rate became rapid, and her body temperature seemed slightly so elevated. "Hey, boys," she called to them, "Come over here!" They walked over to her. They knew who she was. She often came there to play with their penises and those of their classmates. She was always good for "a nice blowjob," but she would always do it in front of everyone, as if she didn't respect or recognize the boy's right to privacy at all. She often would pants one of them in front of girls on purpose, just as casually as if she were flicking a fly off their shoulders. When they came to her just then, she pulled down the pants and underwear of the most attractive one of them, our aforementioned Joey, and began to "feel him out" in front of his friends. He pulled away and began to back up, quickly puuling his pants back up. He said, "Woah! Can't we go somewhere private? I don't want all my friends seeing my fuckster!" She looked him in the eye and retorted, "Who gives a rat's flying ass if the whole fucking playground sees your willy. In fact, I want them to. Hell, let the whole friggin school see it. It's cute and you have nothing to hide! Show it to the fucking planet, for fuckin' crying out loud; and if you don't, I'll show it for you!" Like the residual smell of burnt toast after the fact, her words hung ominously in the air.

Another cute boy, one of the five who had been playing basketball, stood at a distance and responded, "I don't want you to see my penis either, because I'm a boy." The truth was, he was self-conscious about his smaller than average-sized penis and he wanted to avoid added embarrassment, to say nothing of the initial embarrassment of baring his all. Jill, sensing this (she had seen it before, when she pantsed him once), walked right up to the boy who had said this, as he backed up slightly, and pulled down his shorts and underwear for all to see, adding, "You just don't want everyone to see your tiny peter, do you?" She reached down and cupped his penis and testacles as she said this, adding, "Yep, that's a small one." With superior strength and size advantage over him (he was only 10), she easily spun him around to face his four friends, who gawked at his penis and laughed with hysterics. A crowd of kids, half of whom were girls, gathered aound to enjoy the spectacle. She then pulled off his shirt and expertly used it to bind his hands behind his back. She was quite adroit at such things, as if she had a lot of practice. She took his short and underwear in hand and cut them to ribbons with a pair of sheers she had purloined from her classroom. The boy began to cry as she called over all his classmates and told them to feel him up. As they lined up to take turns, she parted his buttocks and stuck her fingers in his anus. She also urged the other kids to do the same, which they did. Then she looked at the other four boys, who, seeing, ran away, evading her tenacious grasp as she gave chase. As she did so, however, she was stopped in her tracks by the sight of a police car pulling up to the school grounds on the side of the road. Normally, she wouldn't have noticed or cared, as she was indefatigable in her pursuit of boys, and would not have been bothered about "trifles," but for the single fact that there was something about their demeanor she didn't like. (She could read body language almost instinctively, and had heightened awareness oftentimes.) Two officers emerged from the police vehicle and spoke with a school attendant standing outside. The latter pointed in her direction. She then watched as the two uniformed officers approached her. She was the first to speak: "Is ther a problem, officers?" One of the men answered, "I think you need to come with us. There has been a complaint against you." She answered in turn, "Against me? Whatever for? I have done nothing wrong." Am I under arrest, or something?" The man answered, "Yes...or something!"

She entered the police car, without handcuff restraints (they hadn't bothered to restrain her), and the three of them pulled away, to the tableau of a background of school children taking turns playing with the crying boy's penis, and sporting with him cruelly: "How small it is!" they taunted, "Let's take pictures and show it to everyone!"

End of part 17

"New Babysitter," part XVIII, by Gerste

Mrs. Weisensteing picked her son up from school and headed towards the court house. When Josh and his mother entered the courtroom, Josh spotted the back of Jill's head near the front row. They took their seat in the back. Sitting, Josh said to his mother, in hopeful anticipation: "So it's true. They really are going to punish her, aren't they, mom?"

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Punish? Well, yeah, sure dear, 'punish.' "

Josh felt a little like a holocaust survivor at the Nuremburg trials, and Jill was Adolf Eichmann. Josh could not contain his anger any longer and bellowed out across the courtroom, "Jill, you god damn bitch! You're getting your just desert: Revenge, a dessert best served cold." He chuckled at his own witty sense of humor, which was short lived as he saw Jill get up from her seat, unbound and unfettered, and walk back to where he was sitting. Looking straight at him fearlessly and defiantly, she extended her hand in what at first appeared to be a gesture of greeting, but instead of shaking his hand, she proceeded to grab his naked penis and ballsack, molesting him as before. Josh's hands were, of course, still bound behind his back, making him all the more vulnerable, and Josh's mother just looked on with equanimity, as if her actions in light of the circumstances were the most natural thing in the world. Josh was looking Jill straight in the eye, trying not to flinch or show fear or distress, as he spoke to his mother in tandem:

Josh: "Mom."

Mrs. Weisensteing, calmly: "Yes dear."

Josh was momentarily struck by her calmness in the face of obvious assault by the very person accused in the matter. He had hoped...

Josh: "Why is she being allowed to molest me if she is being punished for what she did to me? Can't I get a restraining order, or something? Aren't I the victim here? I, and not her?" Josh wanted maternal sympathy for his ledger of grievances, an inventory with Jill at the top of the list. But his mother was none the willing participant—nor, for that matter, was anyone else, as Josh was soon to find out.

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Restraining order? Whatever for, Josh? She has every right to feel your dick and nutsack, you know thaatt! She's not on trial for that. She's on trial for damaging the community property: namely, you. And I'll thank you not to refer to her or address her as a 'bitch.' She is still your babysitter, whether you like it or not. In fact, she is still scheduled to babysit you this very weekend. Restraining order?—you say! Restraining order, indeed! Why, the very nerve of you, son! It appears you may have a spanking coming."

Jill: "Yeah, Josh, you have one coming from me for sure. Hell, I might do it just for shits and giggles." Giggling, but not shitting, she smugly winked as she said this. Tears collected at the base of Josh's eyes as he tried to blink back the pain. As a result, some trickled down his cute little face.

Josh: "Well, then, somebody please tell me just how this..." Josh struggled for an unoffensive euphemism, "this, this peeerrson, is being punished?"

Mrs. Weisensteing: "You'll see."

Josh, befuddled: "I'll see!? You mean you know already?"

Mrs. Weisensteing: "I didn't say that, exactly. I meant, wait and see."

Josh broke off his stony gaze long enough to look at his mother with suspicion in his eyes. With obvious over-acting, she returned an expression of child-like innocence. One would have thought she was running for canonization in the pantheon of sainthood.

Josh, turning his head back to his teen-aged molester: "Yes, I guess I will at that."

Just then, the presiding officer announced, "All rise for the honorable Judge Jazikowsky."

When all had stood and sat back down, Jill took her seat beside Josh and continued fondling him. His mother told Josh to stand to make it easier for her to do so, and reproached him for his "rudeness." After a few moments, Jill was summoned to the front, to stand before the judge. Judge Jazikowsky then spoke: "Jill Wounderad, you stand accused of malicious destruction to public property. How do you plead?"

Jill: "Not guilty, your honor."

Josh, whispering to his mother in disgust: "Not guilty? Who the hel...heck, I mean, does she think shoved that thing in my ass: the boogy man?"

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Josh, quiet!" she rebuked.

Josh: "I don't suppose it will do any good to point out that this might be a good time to bring up that restraining order issue?"

Mrs. Weisensteing glared back at her son, who gulped and whispered under his breath, "No, I didn't think so."

At that moment, 22 boys, ranging in ages from 9 to 14, walked into the court room and took their seats, accompanied by what appeared to be family members.

Josh, whispering to his mother: "Who are they? Why are they here?" Josh didn't really expect his mother to know or even answer. He was therefore surprised when she said, "You'll see, Josh. Now quiet, I'm trying to hear this!" Josh didn't pursue it, but become especially attentive to the trial at that point. Judge Jazikowsky had just finished saying that the jurors would "now hear the evidence against Jill."

Josh, to his mother: "Jurors? How could they assemble a jury so quickly?"

Mrs. Weisensteing: "Josh, quiet!"

Josh turned his head back to the jury when he heard his mother say, acceding, "Volnteers."

Josh: "What?"

Mrs. Weisensteing: "They're volunteers, Josh. Now quiet, will you?"

Josh: "Volunteers? How do you know that?"

Mrs. Weisensteing: "I said, QUIET!!!"

Josh looked up front and saw a DVD player at the front of the court and a huge screen featuring an up close, zoom-in detailed image of a child's anus. He realized it was his when the spokeman presenting the "evidence" said, "This is Josh's anus. The object was inserted here." Josh wondered how this was relevant. "Of course the object had to be insert there. It was in his colon, for Pete's sake!" So went his thoughts. It was then that Josh noticed the cameras in the back of the room. He asked his mother about it, and she answered that the court trial is being recorded for television and news networks, adding, "They promised to show everything, uncensored and up close. I made them promise. You'll see about that, also, son. Now pay attention, as you may be called to the front, soon." Her prescience seemed unsettling and uncanny to Josh. How could she possibly know all this ahead of time?

The big screen now displayed huge, crisply detailed close-ups of of Josh's genitals, which seemed even less germaine, since his genitalia was not the point of entry nor in any way pertinent. The screen showed his genitals from every angle and position, revealing everything. Looking about, Josh could see the lusty expression on the faces of the audience, some of whom were girls. The speaker didn't make any point with the images except to say whose they were. They then showed the whole footage of Josh's colonoscopy, the same footage Dr. Louvré took and forwarded to pedophiles online. Josh wondered to himself what the outward procedure had to do with the inward evidence, which was more damning. Moments later, however, they did finally show the footage of his inner colon before calling Josh to the front of the court.

Josh was then made to go from person to person, to everyone, in fact, in the court room (including children), and allow them to "feel the evidence for themselves." What feeling Josh's anus had to do with anything was beyond him. The "proof" didn't seem to verify anything except the fact that Josh had an anus, and a palpable one at that. But even more mysteriously, why did they also need to verify he had a penis and pair of testacles by feel? Josh didn't ponder too much on these things, since it was becoming devastatingly obvious what the real motives were behind this kangaroo court's travesty of justice.

Finally, the verdict was read: "We, the jury, find the defendant guilty as charged."

Judge Jazikowsky: "Mrs. Wounderad, you have been found guilty by a jury of your peers. I sentence you to share in Josh's nude punishment." Gasps went up throughout the court even as Josh's hopes spiked. Judge Jazikowsky allayed everyone but Josh's concerns: "No, no, sillies, I don't mean she will be naked. I realize she's a female and cannot share in his punishment in actual fact. So we brought Jill's brother's and available male cousins in to take her place. Her punishment will be passed on to them, and they will be under the same exact nudity rules Josh is under. That will be Jill's punishment."

Judge Jazikowsky summoned the 22 boys and had them stripped naked and bound. Jill was ecstatic! Her face shone in rapturous joy as the audience descended on the lads to molest them for themselves. The boys began to cry, even the 13 and 14 year olds. After feeling them out for herself, Jill asked the judge if the officers who brought her from the playground could take her back there. "After all, I have some boys there I need to molest, I mean, compassionately care for." The Judge winked and said, "Of course, and have a good time 'compassionately caring for,' I mean, molesting, them." They both had a good laugh. She then appointed some officers for the task, as the original ones had since been re-assigned, and Jill took leave, winking at Josh and gingerly, ever so gently, giving his testacles a squeeze as she left, saying to him, "See ya later, bud?" Josh leered back at her. If looks could be bullets...

As he watched Jill disappear from his sight, Josh said to someone standing by, "This is not justice! How is this fair? What did her boy relatives do to deserve punishment for what she did?" A lady, standing by, chided his punitive attitude with the words: "Now, Josh, you know what it says in the Koran: 'Vengeance is mine. I will repay.'" Just then, another bystander, a man, pontificated, "Koran? I thought that was the Book of Moron?" A second man interjected: "You mean 'Mormon,' don't you?" The first man answered: "That's what I said, the Book of Moron." Josh was hardly impressed by all their self-styled "erudition" and "expansive" cultural knowledge, and cut to the chase: "Justice? Vengeance? The point is that she wasn't punished at all! I repeat, how was it fair that the blame passed to her boy relatives? And why just the boys? Wasn't she a girl doing this? That's discrimination, isn't it?" The people just looked back at Josh with a blank expression on their collective faces. Then, within moments of staring at his face, one by one their eyes drifted down to his genitalia. Sighing and rolling his eyes, Josh passively dismissed the subject with the words, "Oh, fuck it!"

End of part 18

(The End)