An 'X'mas Carol Part Two, Chapter 10
By Jaech Reiter
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Copyright 2010 by Jaech Reiter, all rights reserved
A Christmas and New Year's Eve Story Challenge Entry
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Part Two, Chapter 10
Sam pulled Ben through the staring, laughing, pointing crowds like he was on a mission. He obviously knew where he wanted to go, and it was obvious to Ben, at least, that he would soon pay for even more of his past sins, in probably a horrible fashion. He very much wanted to ask where they were going, but he was much too much afraid to do that.
For one, he was afraid Sam wouldn't tell him what was going to happen, and he also might get spanked in public for daring to supposedly question Sam's leadership and caretaker role.
For two, he was very much afraid of Sam actually telling him what was going to happen. But Ben just didn't want to know.
Truth was, he was still physically sick from what Sam had just made him do back at the food court. His stomach really wanted to vomit. His mind really wanted to vomit. So did his ego and his spirit, as did his memory, his psyche, his id, and his emotional center (his emotional center also wanted to cry – a really, really long and loud sobbing). His manliness didn't just want to stop at vomit; that part of him wanted to retch.
But his forebrain, fortunately, or unfortunately, was in control at the moment and was keeping everything in his stomach – the semen of seven boys including himself, and the actual sperms of five of those boys. His forebrain understood that if he let it all fly out now, then Sam would just put it all back in him, and more, when they got to the Carnival. Although, for that matter, Ben didn't know what would stop the boy from doing that anyway.
It was the second visit of that perpetually horny 8th grade geek, Grant Albens, (the boy who looked like a 7th-grader with a 9th grade dick) to the bathroom where Ben's noodles were already loaded with the DNA of Sam and several of the Geeks --- DNA he was expected to chow down on. It was that second visit that put everything over the top from seemingly unbearable to virtually unbearable.
When Grant pulled out that log again and wrapped his hand around its lightly browner flesh and began stroking it up and down . . . . . . . . . . it was as though Ben's line of vision was trapped in some sort of sick sadomasochistic nightmare. He couldn't pull away from watching as the boy's dick got harder and more excited, and the young hand worked it more and more into his orgasmic, self-satisfying frenzy. Worse, Ben was fairly certain that Grant knew Ben couldn't turn away from the morbid expectation of what was to come. He suspected, in part, that this was what had Grant's smile turned up a bit at the edges, and he wondered in horror if that was actually helping the little dude get off.
As it was, actually, (although after Ben's shrinkage in height), he had no right to call Grant a 'little dude', as Ben was now only barely, if even, an inch taller than the golden-brown haired Geek boy. And in the dick department, well, he couldn't even go there. Grant was literally twice the man Ben was now. And still Ben was staring --- a deer in the headlights. Floodlights more likely, for as he watched the stroking boy, Grant hit his edge and then went over it, again convulsing his body and grunting as he bent over to get his hard erection aimed at the bowl and shoot rope after rope of warm sperm-filled cum onto the already genetically-laden noodles.
And the boy actually smiled at Ben after it was over, still standing there, dick out and in his hand, hardly even going down, as he breathed heavily and said (smiling), "Wow . . . . . . THAT was awesome! . . . . . Thanks, Ben!!"
There it was again, the thanking of him. And the smile wasn't a nasty one. It wasn't victorious, or injurious, or belittling. It was as if they had made it down a black diamond slope and it had been . . . awesome. Ben was too stunned to answer, and nearly kicked himself as his eyes were drawn downward again of their own accord, once more, to take in that long dick, now just hanging out on its own. Drooping only slightly, and looking like it was headed to bed, Grant had pulled his hand off to let Ben get a look. Grant was very self-conscious about this, not really understanding why he was doing that, except that it seemed perverted and secretly dangerous, in a thrilling way.
It certainly made Ben blush. And that somehow turned Grant on, yet again. He was going to have to think about this. He was still more excited by just the prospects of his imaginings of Carla Perkins' unseen pert tits than his exposure and jerk-off here, but something about it had been thrilling.
Grant found himself realizing that he would definitely do this again, without hesitation.
"Yeah, OK, "Sam said awkwardly. "You can, you know, put everything back, so we can go back out to the table."
Grant blushed and nodded and did just that. He was quiet throughout the whole ordeal as Ben ate his sperm and noodles before the whole Food Court (word of the tainted lunch spread like wildfire – an Adam Halford-aided wildfire. The small 8th grade, part-Asian, math geek had opted out of the masturbatory line-up, not wanting either Ben or Sam to see his small tool. It was certainly bigger than Ben's, but not as big as the image of manliness he wanted to show before his friends. Unfortunately, big dicks also did not run in his family.
As for poor Ben, Sam was actually kind enough to allow him to add the chicken in and smother it with sweet and sour sauce. It was the ONLY thing that helped him get that mixture down. It disappointed the Geeks and everyone else watching, but Sam had his own limits about where he would push Ben just yet.
"All right, "Sam said as they got to the end of the mall near the Macy's corner store.
"We're here."
"Are we going into Macy's? "Ben finally asked.
"Nooooo." Sam said slowly as if Ben were stupid. "Macy's is . . . . . 'there.' We're . . . . . 'here.' . . . . . OK? "
Ben wanted to punch the boy, but he looked around to see what was so important about 'here'.
"But there's nothing 'here' but the line to see Santa."Ben said, trying to keep the sarcastic edge out of his voice.
Oh shit.
No.
Noooo, nooo, noooo . . . .
"Oh yes, "Sam smiled evilly, as if he could just read the words forming in Ben's unsettled mind. "Time for your picture with Santa, little Benny; don't you want one? "
"Sam . . . . . please . . . ."
"Please what, Little Benny? "
The tight smile on Sam's face was an angry one; it was though he wanted Ben to argue, or at least, that was Ben's interpretation at the time. But Ben wasn't going to either give Sam the satisfaction of tearing his butt up in public, or put himself into any position where he got that level of pain again. Plus, it was mortifying just to be embarrassed in public (his chest pains still had not gone away, the lunch only made his now chronic nausea worse, and he was sure at some point his heart would simply give out at any moment as fear and anguish had been driving it hard ever since they pulled into the mall), but if he were to cry as well, in front of all these people, in front of more and more faces he was horrifically starting to recognize, then they might as well just pull a gun out and put 6 bullets in his head. Because that would be the only way he would survive the aftermath, ironically.
But now he had to man up. Except that he had nothing to man up with.
All the same:
"Please . . . . .Sam . . . . . . May I,---"Ben's voice broke and he wasn't sure if it was a puberty break (unlikely since he didn't have any of that to go on at the moment – and yes, he had noticed his voice was a bit higher lately) or a crying break. He swallowed hard and tried to control his breathing.
"Please, Sam, may I have my picture with Santa? "
"Are you sure you want to? "Sam asked him, and Ben noticed that one of Santa's helpful elves, unfortunately a very pretty girl of about 15, was standing by, smiling, waiting to be attentive, and trying not to laugh. She was short for her age, but had beautiful green eyes, and her name tag said 'Redda'.
"Yes," Ben bit down, trying desperately not to frown, scowl, or cry. "I really want to get a picture."
"What do you want to do with it? " Sam asked, all innocent.
Ben swallowed again, and it was hard not to let his anger show as he almost bit off each word: "I want to send one to my mom and dad."
"Well, that sounds like a great idea, Benny, except you're just a little boy. I'm sure you meant to say your 'mommy' and 'daddy'. Try it again – and in a complete sentence. You aren't THAT much of a little baby, although you did have to have some fresh milk with your noodles, didn't you little Benny? "
"Yes, sir," he croaked out, nearly on the verge again.
"Now what did you want to ask? "
At this point there was already a crowd of much younger kids and their parents gathering for the spectacle, and Ben found it hard to continue his anger, as he was now concentrating more on trying to NOT cover up and NOT blush furiously. Even so his head felt so flushed with embarrassment that he barely got any words out at all the first time. He was made to start over yet again.
"Please, Sam, may I get a picture of me with Santa to send to my par---, to my . . . . . . to my mommy and daddy? "
A roar of laughter went up amongst the sudden swell of little kids. Where had all these kids come from? And most of the parents were chuckling as well, passing around fliers that Sam had handed out from his small backpack. Ben correctly guessed that they were about him and the NUDEP program.
"Is there anyone else you would like to have a picture of you with Santa, little boy? "
He wanted to scream simultaneously: 'Not bloody likely!!' and 'I'm NOT a LITTLE boy!!!' But that wasn't going to happen, especially not with this many witnesses. He was going to say simply 'No,' but then he noticed the girl named Redda, who kept her 'elf' hat pulled down low over her ears, not that that kept the pretty blond curls from flowing out, was nodding that same beautiful head sideways just slightly, enough to indicate that he should give a picture to someone else.
Oh no.
But still he said it.
Ben sighed out, "Yes. One to Sam, also."
"Thanks, Benny!"Sam said enthusiastically.
Like I had a choice, Ben thought.
"You do have a choice, you know,"Redda, the pretty elf who worked there told him. "You don't have to have your picture taken. It's your choice."
She obviously did not understand how this program worked, Ben thought; either that, or it was a trap. A trap he wasn't falling for. He didn't know where they kept the paddles hidden, but he wasn't giving them an opportunity to bring them out. He was going to have to think long and carefully about how to get revenge on Sam for this.
"No, I said I want them."
"Your tone is disrespectful."Sam warned him.
Ben wanted to cry. He was so tired; he was so worn out; and all these games and rules and warnings and . . . . on and on . . . it was too much. How much longer until the end of the day?
"I apologize for being rude, but I really do want the pictures." It was all he could do not to shiver his spine right out of his back, as he realized his worst fears and this living nightmare were about to be immortalized on film for Sam and his parents, and anyone else they wanted to show.
"All right then," the girl said cheerfully enough, "I'll have the photos sent special delivery. In fact, I already have you down for that. Do you want a frame? How about a handmade frame? "
"Um," Sam checked his money, already worried he may not have enough for two pictures. It was expensive to have a picture taken with Santa. "I don't think I have money for that. And . . . um . . . I may can only pay for one picture."
"Actually, Sam" the girl answered, "You have plenty of money for two pictures. I think you may have been looking at the family package prices. But, it doesn't matter because the pictures and the frames for this cute little one are on the house!"
Just great, Ben thought. And I'm not a fucking 'little one'.
"Well, you look pretty little down there to me, Benny!"The girl said with an overly cheerful smile, and then whispered, "and no cursing. You're already on the seriously 'Naughty' List."
"Thanks!!"Sam said enthusiastically, when he heard the pictures were free. But that had hardly registered with Ben. The girl had just freaked him out a little. Had he said what he said out loud? And did Sam even notice that the girl never even asked their names? Or addresses? But she seemed to know them already. How weird was that?
But no, of course Sam wouldn't notice that. He was already telling the elf-girl about where he would hang the photo, every time his brother had friends over that knew Ben. Upon hearing this, Ben began to think seriously about ways in which he could get Sam back. There had to be some way in which he would not be caught.
"Be careful, Benny" Redda leaned in to tell him, once Sam was distracted by a classmate in the distance. The boy was flagging the unknown kid down. "If you take revenge, I guarantee you 'someone' will see it. That would be bad for you."
Ben felt a bit white as the blood drained out. That had to be a lucky guess! Right? The girl looked at him and shook her head no.
Oh shit.
"What did I tell you about cursing, Benjamin? "
Double shit!
"You think double cursing is OK? Do I need to wash your mind out with soap? No more thinking of revenge."
"I wasn't thinking about revenge."
Redda gasped, and then tsk-tsk'd him, wagging her finger. "Lying to an agent of Christmas is bad, Benny. Very Bad."
"An agent of Christmas?"
"Hello!" she said sarcastically and then ran her hands demonstratively down her costume as if to showcase what she wearing. "Elf?"
"Yeah, but . . . . . . you aren't . . . . . really . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . ."Ben gulped. Holy shi----iiiuuhhhh . . . . . . Holy . . . . Holly. "Um, I wasn't lying, really"
Redda sighed, exasperated. True the boy wasn't thinking; he was just answering reflexively. But he had to learn not to be so defensive, especially when he was so guilty. This time she got right in his face:
"One more lie, Benny. You tell a single other lie before Saint Nick comes to see you in your room, and you will suffer greatly, and justly, for it. You better watch out . . . . ."
. . . . I better not cry, was the next thought that Ben had, finishing out a song in his head. She couldn't be . . .
"Hey, Ben!" Sam jerked him and his attention around to a tall, country boy looking down at him, and then up and down him as if he was some humorous oddity at the Future Farmers of America exposition out at the county fair. Ben looked back behind him at Redda, but she was nowhere to be seen.
"Don't be rude, Ben. Introduce yourself."Sam said, "This is Billy Talbot; used to go to my school last year, but now he goes out in the county."
"Hi Billy, "Ben said, holding his hand out to shake hands with the boy and then started in on the official format that he knew was expected of him. "My name is Ben Scruggs, and I am being punished for being a bully, especially to my little brother and to Sam. I was enrolled into Hampton County's new NUDEP program as a Level Zero at first, but after arguing with the judge, I was turned into a Level 1a. If you have any questions, I would be happy to answer them. If I'm disrespectful in any way, please notify the Hampton County Juvenile Court so I can be punished."
A shiver went through the naked boy, an involuntary and large one, at the end of the sentence so that he cut himself off with a spasm before he could properly finish and say 'so that I can be punished justly and properly as is fitting for an offender to society like me.' But Sam let it go.
Billy, however, did have a question. He looked over his shoulder first, to make sure his parents weren't too close, and then left and right to make sure no little kids were too close by and, while looking at Ben uncertainly, he asked Sam in a real quiet voice:
"I read about this thing, this program," he started in his musical country drawl, "Does he gotta give blow jobs or anything? "
"No, but I wish." Sam responded instead. "That's the next level up. You can't even touch him as a 1a."
Ben shivered again and felt like he might just crap his pants, if he had been wearing any. Billy actually looked disappointed.
"Shit," the boy drawled out. "I was hoping to try it in his mouth!"
Ugh. Another uncontrolled shiver. He HAD to get out of this program.
"Well," Billy said, still looking disappointed, "maybe some other time if the rules change, or something. Can you at least make him jerk off in front of everybody? "
"Only if he has an erection, but even if it was warmer in here AND he had one, I doubt you would even see it. He used to brag about how big he is, but look at that useless knob."
Ben closed his eyes as a couple of kids who had come up behind Billy laughed, and Billy himself snorted in disgust. It was true that it was cooler in this part of the mall, and as he opened his eyes and looked down, Ben couldn't even suppress the moan of his own disappointment. It was like his penis had just retreated completely, all except the little head. He didn't even remember ever being this small. Even more kids laughed as they witnessed his own dismay.
"Guess you'd need some tweezers to jack that off. "Billy remarked simply.
"Hi boys, are you waiting for Santa?" They heard a voice behind them and turned around to find a new Santa's Helper. This one was a boy, about 15 or 16, with the name of Nathan on his name tag. Nathan was one of those clear-skin, unblemished boys of mid adolescence that would be just perfect as the walk in for the role of the not-so-goody-goody, yet totally wholesome and handsome sit-com older boy. And he was smiling broadly at Ben; it was a friendly and natural smile, but had enough of an appreciation of the naked boy before him that it unnerved Ben.
"No," Sam replied. "I'm too old for Santa. But this little boy wants his picture taken with him."
"Oh, you're never too old for Santa," Nathan Lyman said distractedly as he looked Ben up one side and down the other. He had leaned backward to take in that fine and perfectly round, squeezable ass, and as he came forward again, he winked at a suspicious Ben and gave him a thumbs-up. "VERY nice!!"
Nathan wasn't gay so much as he was still in his sexual development. But he definitely enjoyed looking at the naked boy's body. And he was a gregarious and outgoing boy. Again, it wasn't done so much lustfully and desirously, as it was just very happy that he got to be there when this cute and boyish nudie walked in. Ben, however, could not concur, but just at that moment, his number was up.
Or at least his number was called up, and he was pushed forward by an eager Sam Marley, a Sam that was very happy that this had worked out, for reasons that he explained later to Ben:
"Now you know what its like, having a picture taken of you when you're naked, never knowing who's going to see it, who they'll tell, and what everyone will say about it."
"I never did that to you, Sam."
"You laughed when Jacob locked me out of the house naked."
"Yeah . . . . but . . . . . I didn't do it."It was a weak response, and Ben knew it. But he had to try something.
"You could have stopped him. You could have said something. You know how many people saw me?? "Ben could see that Sam was still greatly affected by this prank. A prank that Ben could honestly say that he wished very much had never happened.
"Still, Sam, we didn't take any photos of you."
"What? You think those kids didn't have cameras? Digital cameras, and cameras on their cell phones, and cameras on their I-Pods??? "
"I . . . um . . . . guess I never thought about that. Not before coming to the Mall."
"Well, you still didn't think about it, even then. You thought about you. That's all you're ever good for, thinking about you. I bet you never once thought that maybe somebody was taking my picture when I was locked out of the house. Did you?? "
"No." It was a quiet reply. A sincerely guilty reply. But too little, and way too late for Sam, who was already getting worked up again:
"You know how many people my mom had to call, how long it took to get lots of different parents to check their kids' cameras, phones, I-Pods, whatever. And even I know there's probably still a bunch out there. All you have to worry about is two pictures. And they're the same shot. And they aren't even digital. I wish I coulda made you blow Billy, cause you definitely suck!"
But that was all in the near-future to the current moment, a moment which involved Ben walking down the spruce needle and fake snow and holly strewn path to the jolly fat man in red at the other end. He could tell from the smirk that Santa had already been informed of the details of today's strange visit from a naked boy of indeterminate age or pubertal status. And Ben could hear Sam in the background, doing his due diligence, despite all the anger and resentment he was obviously still harboring, telling various people that they were not allowed, by court order, to take any photos whatsoever of the naked boy. Only the official Santa photo which the offender had requested could be taken.
It partly sounded like Sam was quite the responsible citizen doing his job, although something about the last thing that was said began to gnaw a bit at Ben's subconscious, though the growing crowd and his as-yet undiminished terror at being seen naked by anybody, pretty much cleaned out any other worrisome details from his mind.
"And what do you want for Christmas, little boy?" Santa asked Ben as he gingerly sat in the fat man's lap. Oh, please don't have a boner, he prayed subconsciously (praying that Santa himself wouldn't have or get a boner --- be just his luck that the Mall hired some convict pervert to play Santa . . . . .). But the man was far from salacious, simply a jolly man who was enjoying Ben's discomfort as much as he was the novelty of the situation. But did Ben really dare to tell the man what he really wanted for Christmas? Instead, he just said:
"My little brother wants a new bike. . . . . . well . . . . . that's not really true . . . . ."How true did every statement he made have to be to not count as a lie? He wasn't sure, but the fact that he could no longer see that mysterious Redda anywhere kept him unnerved. "The truth is what I really want is for my little brother to get a bike for Christmas. I guess I want that the most."
"Well, then Santa will do what he can for you. Those who think of others first, will always be helped the best."
"Yes, sir. Thank you."He felt stupid sitting there. But then 'Santa' got real for a couple of moments:
"You know, my boy, one day soon this will all be behind you, and you can get on with life. I know you don't want to be in this situation again . . . ."
"No, sir. I don't."
"Most people would say, 'Then behave yourself.' They think it's good advice, but they're wrong. Do you know why? "
Ben shook his head 'no'. He wasn't sure what the nice old man was getting at. Surely he wasn't suggesting for him to not behave?
"I'm going to tell you the right way. Don't behave yourself to avoid being punished like this. Behave yourself because at heart, you really are a good boy. So just let the good boy run things, and you wont have to worry about how you behave. Do you understand that? "
Ben smiled. It was good advice; and it was the first time that day that it felt like someone was being genuinely nice to him. Although, if he could admit it deeper down, Sam had gone easy on him a number of times that day (if he could have peeked into Sam's mind he would have known that the boy didn't have the heart to apply corporal punishment at Santa's place, or much at all in general, even if he did believe Ben deserved it.)
"Yes, sir. I understand."
"Good. Now smile at the camera, and let's get a good picture for your parents. Hands out of the way, boy."
The picture showed a boy looking like he had won a year's supply of broccoli and trying to be happy about it. And small as his dinky was in that cold air, Santa had shifted his leg at the last minute and caused Ben's leg closest to the camera to drop slightly, allowing a full revelation of the little knob and its pulled-tight scrotum.
Later, as they were walking down the mall and after Ben heard the more complete story of what befell his Minder when he was locked out of the house, Ben was more in an apologetic mood than a vengeful one (not that revenge was gone from his mind).
"Well, I really am sorry about all that," Ben told Sam.
"Don't think I'm that stupid ---- that I'm going to go easy on you!! You only say that cause you're scared of what I can do to you today."
"No, sir," Ben said, trying to remember he wasn't supposed to be talking to a peer, much less a younger boy, but to his Minder, and trying to show Sam he really was sorry for that (even if he did still want to get the kid back for everything else that had happened today – it was a really weird, confusing, and draining emotional state to be in, to harbor both anger and guilt), "I'm not just saying it. And I know you're going to keep doing stuff, because I know that the court expects you to. Although I don't really see how it can get worse."
"You don't?" Sam said with a smile, not yet willing to take Ben at his word in believing the boy was truly sorry. Even if he was, it was still too little too late. And the smile on his face definitely unsettled Ben.
"How . . . . . how is it gonna get worse, Sam?"
"After I found out you were made Level Zero in NUDEP, Jacob still had a couple hours left in his. And he had to tell the truth no matter what I asked him."
"Yeah?" Ben asked nervously. Oh, he very much did not like where this was going.
"So I asked him what would embarrass you the most."
"Sam . . . .?" Ben was scared. What really could be worse than this? They were in the middle of the Mall! He was butt naked! (and front naked!!) Small! Hairless! Being pointed at, stared at, laughed at, and all while he kept his hands at his side, though he didn't know where on earth he was getting the strength to do that!! How could it possibly be MORE embarrassing??
"O---M---G!!" Cam a loud startled voice.
Shit. Oh no. No. No. Shit, shit, shit. He cringed. He knew that voice behind him; at least he was pretty sure he did.
"Whoa! Uh, so I guess you must be Jacob Marley's little brother? "The same voice added to her earlier surprise, clearly addressing the beaming Sam Marley.
Oh geez. He really did know that voice. Ben knew exactly who was behind him, and he most definitely did not want to turn around.
It was . . . . . without a single doubt . . . . . . WORSE!!!
"Turn around, Ben."Sam said with an evil smile. "Don't be rude."
Ben just shook his head. Anything but this. ANYTHING but this.
"Glad you could make it girls." Sam said to the visitors behind Ben.
Girls? Plural?? Oh shit no. Pleeassee noooooooo....................
"You called them??" Ben was aghast.
"Yep. This morning. They're right on time, too. Now turn around and be nice."
"Sam, please . . . . ." Ben was begging, starting to sweat, except that it was a cold sweat, and he hushed his voice, "That thing you wanted me to do, that thing Billy wanted, I'll do it, I swear Sam, I'll do it to both of you, but please not this . . . . ."
Sam did think about it, but this was too good. He shook his head and just pulled the paddle out of his backpack. "Do I have to tell you again, little boy??"
No . . . . OK, things could actually get even worse than WORST. If Sam spanked him in front of those girls that would definitely be much, much, much, much worse. He would still be forced to show himself; it would be just the added humiliation of being spanked and no doubt sobbing like a real little boy. And he would be a little boy forever in their minds.
"No, sir," he meekly answered Sam and very slowly began turning around to face the girls behind him, working even harder than ever to force his hands to his side.
"Uh, . . . . 'little boy'? . . . . . 'no,sir'?" One of the girls asked behind him in surprise, still waiting for the full reveal. "What goes, Scruggs? Why is Jacob's little brother bossing you around naked in the Mall? "
It was bad enough that this girl was getting to see him, but a thousand worse that the other girl would. And he knew instinctively who the other girl would be. . . . . . Oh why did the spirits have to take away his manhood????
"Because I'm a NUDEP Offender, and Sam is my Minder," Ben answered the girl.
"Basically, I'm his babysitter," Sam said, almost proudly.
"Wow!!" Liz Burnett exclaimed loudly, as she saw Ben's full frontal glory. She pointed and laughed and hardly got the next sentence out. "You . . [laughing hard] . . . you sure . . [still laughing hard] . . you sure got . . [momentary break down for a deep laughter] . . the . . . . . 'baby' part of that right!!"
"Ben . . . .?? " Belle Dickens asked beside Liz, unable to stop herself from staring in some sort of mixture of shock, horror, surprise, and curiosity. This definitely wasn't the boy she had been flirting with in the lunchroom was it?? This was an eighth grade boy??
"Well, you were right about one thing, Belle," Liz started to say, hardly able to keep herself from continuing laughing," he does have a really nice ass. But he sure doesn't have much else going on."
"Uh . . . . . Ben . . . . I . . . . .uh . . . . . . ." Belle was definitely at a loss, and starting to feel quite uncomfortable.
"It's just . . . . . . . . it's just that it's cold, Belle!" Ben blurted out, trying to defend his now practically nonexistent genitalia. The more unfortunate thing, though, was that as he stood there, in front of the beautiful girl on whom he had had a crush for two years, the girl that had just now started to get interested in him, he was starting to get a stiffy. And the full extent of the stiffy would be utterly unimpressive, and totally leave him without any excuse --- like 'it's cold'.
"Oh yeah, right; I'm sure it's just the cold, Scruggs." Liz said, rolling her eyes, "I bet a 10 year old is bigger than that thing."
"Shut up, Liz!"
SSSSsssssmmmmmaaaccckkkKKKK!!!!!!
Ben let out a howl that was part from surprise and part pain from the sting on his still pain-subsiding buttcheeks. Sam may not have wanted to spank Ben himself, but he couldn't let that last outburst toward Liz go unpunished; not unless he wanted to spend a little naked time himself. The judge wouldn't be happy about his job as a Minder, otherwise.
"Bend over, spread your legs and keep your hands on your knees." Sam told him.
That one brought a piercing howl of pain ringing out through the mall, as Sam let into the boy with all he had.
"I said bend over, little boy!! And when I'm done you will apologize to this girl for what you said!"
No one would have expected the ferocity of command from Sam, but everyone can get high with enough power, and now he was really shaming Ben. All those pent up desires and rage came forth, although everyone else nearby was too distracted in his or her own way to notice. Ben especially was too scared and hurting too much to even think of hesitating now, and he leaned forward quickly to do as he was told. He had just gotten his legs spread and hands on his knees when the next smack landed:
"OOOOAAAAAAWWWWWHGGHHWWAAAGHHHNNNHHHH!!" Ben screamed out
He howled pitifully and was unfortunately already crying, well before the fourth
fifth
sixth
seventh
and eighth
Smacks landed in rapid succession. After that they landed with successively smaller and smaller amounts of energy:
SSsmmaaACCKK!!
SMAcCK!!
Smack!
And there Sam ended it. He planned on going to 15, but he just couldn't. He even sounded winded with these, as he told off his charge:
"There. 13 smacks for the years you're supposed to be, instead of the age you look like and act like. Now stand-up straight, look her in the eye and apologize."
Ben was sobbing, and not just from the fresh pain on and in his ass, but also from the belittling, from the utter and irreparable humiliation in front of the girl he loved, the girl with whom he had actually had a serious chance with before the last five minutes, the girl that even now was looking at him with something between amusement and disgust, along with the guilt and loss of having witnessed this. And he cried. And cried. And wiped the snot from his nose. All as he choked out a stuttered apology to Liz for telling her to shut up. But even then, it got, unfortunately, worse:
"Uh, Belle," Liz said, covering up her mouth and laughing. "Either he really liked getting spanked, or he really liked seeing you today, because some part of him is really happy!"
Oh SHIT! Ben looked down, still trying to control the last sobs racking his aching tired body and to his increased horror saw that all 2 ½ thin inches of him down there were straining against all that gravity could throw at that miniscule missile. His flagpole was in full salute!!
"Uh . . . OH . . . . OH . . . . OH . . ." Belle stuttered in despair and shock, "uh . . .sorry Ben . . . . . I gotta . . . I mean, we gotta . . . . . . . we gotta go!!"
Belle couldn't even look at Ben and was blushing horribly herself as she tried to pull Liz away from the girl's own mirth-filled morbid curiosity.
"No wait, there's more!" Sam said real fast. They couldn't leave before the good part!! That would ruin his whole revenge-thing on the former bully. The girls paused and waited to see what Sam was excited about.
"Watch this!" The sixth grader told them. "Ben, since you have a hard-on, I order you to jerk it off, and remember you better yell it out before you shoot."
Ben looked at Sam in horror – though he was much too scared to refuse at this point. Belle looked at Ben in horror – though she was much too shocked to continue in her attempts to flee. Liz just looked like 'oh yeah, this is getting good.'
Ben wasn't sure what he was more horrified of --- the fact that he HAD to jerk off in front if the girls, perhaps forever pushing an image of disgust and ridicule of himself into the beautiful Belle Dicken's mind, or the fact that he found his hand, almost of its own accord, coming forward to grab a hold of his erection and starting to move up and down, at least as best he could in his awkward way on this newly shortened appendage, right there in front of Belle, Liz, and all the mall matriculates that his recent spanking had attracted.
Ben received more and more applause from the crowd as he stroked along, and poor Belle just got more and more embarrassed, even as the smiles on Sam's and Liz's faces got bigger and bigger, and, despite the fact of his previous cums being so recent, he was soon hitting squeaky high notes from unintended moans and grunts and only very barely remembered to shout out "I'M CUMMING!!" as his spurts shot about 6 feet out. It was a diminished amount, and clear, but all the same just as embarrassing, both as a reminder of what his balls could no longer do and as an underline to what he just did do.
"You better be cleaning that up!" A mall janitor said off to the side. Ben just nodded and said 'Yes, sir,' as he came down from the crowd-blocking orgasm, and the embarrassing reality set in once more.
"OMG, Scruggs, that was . . . . . . ." Liz wasn't sure if she wanted to say 'pitiful', 'disgusting', or something else entirely. It had definitely been entertaining. But, before she could say anything at all, Belle ducked her head in complete mortification and pulled her friend away.
Sam was standing there, initially triumphant, but the sad, defeated look on Ben's face gave him some pause.
"Here you go, Benjamin," it was a woman's voice, quite suddenly beside him. It was Mrs. Marley who had stepped up out of the crowd and was handing him some Kleenex pulled from her purse. "Use these to clean that up, and go throw it away in that trash can."
"You saw that?" Ben asked, his face falling even farther, and feeling something inside him drop even further than that.
"Yes, I did. I think you did a good job, though I was surprised that anything could come out."
Newly reddened, Ben couldn't bring himself to say anything, much less even show that he otherwise heard her, but instead soundlessly went over to where the spurts had landed and wiped up his pitiful amount of prostatic residue. There certainly was no proof of actual balls there. As he bent down to wipe it, he once again became aware of his butt and hole on display to everyone, but what could he do about it?
Nothing.
Nothing, except turn an even deeper red.
Sam meanwhile smiled again, but it was a mixed one. He wanted to snicker at the boy, except something about seeing the former bully completely broken and beyond humbled did not do for him what he thought it would have. Intellectually he understood that Ben brought this on himself. And emotionally he could hold that Ben still deserved further punishment, even if the 'older' boy did volunteer himself up in a supposed attempt to turn another leaf over. But it just wasn't as satisfying as Sam had originally thought it would be. It didn't feel exactly right enjoying it.
Sam didn't completely like what he had done to Ben. And he also didn't like the fact that he didn't like it. Superficially he was still enjoying it, but deeper within he was in a bit of turmoil. And he stayed this way during the whole car ride over to Gargery Park, where the Winter Carnival was being held, brooding over the conflict of what was supposed to be the second greatest day of his life (the greatest day being when he had his own brother at his mercy the day before). He was so quiet, it got to where his mom grilled him, just to be sure that Ben hadn't actually bullied Sam again and gotten him to be silent about it. But as Sam went over what they had done during their time at the mall, Deidre Marley was pretty certain Sam had held his own well enough, and that Ben had more than received what was coming to him.
"Sam, dear," she told him when they got out at the park, "I don't expect that you are going to love and enjoy every aspect of this, and that's good. We didn't raise you to be like that, and we don't want you to be like that. But you do have a duty to your community to help reform Benjamin, and I want you to know that it is perfectly all right to enjoy yourself some while doing it."
"Yes, ma'am."
"But if he tries to make you feel bad about anything . . ."
"No, ma'am. It wasn't him. In fact . . . . he even told me at one point that he would never say anything about me, you know, when I was . . . . . um . . . . . well there was . . . . uh, when I had to go to the bathroom . . . . and he, uh . . . . saw me . . . . ."
Mrs. Marley couldn't help but smile, though she tried to hide it. She was pretty certain now that it wasn't JUST the 'computer role play' boys that had donated to poor Ben's lunch. Her youngest son must have given him something fresh to eat as well. "It's all right Sam. Well, since he behaved himself, for the most part, and since you rode him pretty hard at the mall this afternoon, maybe it would be better for both of you if you just did basic monitoring here at the Carnival."
Sam nodded in agreement, and Ben gave an inward sign of relief, but before he could thank Mrs. Marley, she qualified her statement:
"But you still need to make sure he gets exposed to lots of boys and girls in his class, is embarrassed most of the time, and humiliated once or twice, OK?"
"Yes, ma'am," Sam said. Ben just gulped. Shit.
"Oh, and Sam, there is a spanking exhibition using that new X-40 paddle, and I'm pretty sure that Ben will be a great example to show how effective it is. So take him by there around 6 o'clock, OK?"
"Yes, ma'am. Mom, do I have to watch? "
"No sweetie."
Ben had gone completely pale, and hardly even heard that Sam had no interest in seeing him beaten again. Ben just couldn't believe that this was really going to happen.
"This is what happens when you start climbing up the levels in NUDEP, Ben." Deidre Marley told the frightened boy. "Remember that and stay out of trouble in the future. You'll live through this, don't worry about that."
With that she kissed him on his forehead and went off to see a few of the clothing and accessories stalls before they closed up and the Carnival switched to kid/family entertainment full tilt. Sam pulled Ben along and went to where some of the rides and attractions were starting up, looking for how he could best put the boy to work for the next six hours.
"Holy shit!! Is that Ben Scruggs??"
The first classmates from his school had found him.