An 'X'mas Carol Part Two, Chapter 13
By Jaech Reiter
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Copyright 2011 by Jaech Reiter, all rights reserved

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Part Two, Chapter 13

"Sorry you got caught up in this, Ben' Robert Sharpe said next to the boy, startling Ben by his sudden appearance, but even more startling was the tray of dick-shaped devices the boy was carrying. They looked awfully similar to hard dicks, except they came in a bewildering array of sizes and each ended in rounded bulb, with a T-crossbar and a silicone ring on the end.

"And I'm even sorrier to see you up here on stage," the fellow eighth grader said.

Ben nodded as Robert walked out on to the stage proper, carrying his curious tray of appendages, along with a jar of some oil-like substance, to the MC as cued. Robert was a pretty nice guy, a regular sort of guy who got along well enough with Ben and his friends. They even had a class together this year (three classes together last year), though they were more just friendly than close friends. Robert's dad was one of the facilitators for the local business end of the Carnival.

"Ladies and Gentleman, you all saw the effectiveness of the Ball Encourager, as little Kyle Carton was able to demonstrate for us, thanks to his father's gracious volunteering of the boy . . . ."

Ben shivered in horror, as much as he didn't like Kyle, the way the younger boy ridiculed him even though they were both naked (that fact didn't stop Kyle from constantly pointing out that Ben was only half the boy he was down below), he still didn't believe any boy should have to go through that particular punishment. Ever. And if he had been on time . . . . . . . . they may have demonstrated it on him as well. Again. Wasn't he supposed to go in tandem with Kyle?

Ugh. . . . . . . . horror. That was worth almost any number of blowjobs to avoid that. Well, provided it was only one boy that he was blowing and provided nobody else ever found out about it.

Another shiver went through the boy, and he almost missed what was said next:

"And thanks to the wonderful Prentiss family, who provided our first tandem spank even earlier in the evening, you were also able to see the Bottom Encourager, as showcased by the young Hunter Prentiss, and at the same time, the Mount Encourager, as showcased by the even younger Cheryl, who had the added pain and humiliation of having her Hymen broken by the Encourager, up here on stage in front of all you good people. We could have just used the Clit Encourager, but given her attitude, I think the full Mount was a better option."

He got no disagreement from the crowd who cheered his reasoning.

"But these little devices here," and he picked up one of the dick shaped devices, one that was about 3 inches long and ½ of an inch wide, with a bulb at the base of it just like the others, but looked humongous on the oversized, hi-def video screen above, " We were strictly not allowed to use these except on L1cO's and upward. However, after travelling all this way, Fisher industries was able to negotiate with the court that any Offender or his Minder that willingly avoids or disregards the demonstration after signing up for it can be used as a model for an anal device (the Bottom Encourager being exempt) on a one time basis. And we have Michael's confession to allow it on him."

Michael wanted to scream out NO. He wanted to take it back. Except the MC had tricked him, put him in a very awkward choosing position, and he still didn't know what anal 'meant' or what these devices did. It just sounded bad.

"We call this The Well-Wisher," the MC continued, " The slightly over-sized head provides for a good plunging, and the bulb, with the bit of shaft behind it, aids the device to stay in place just inside the anal sphincter. When the boy squeezes his bottom cheeks, the pressure sensors at the gate-end of the bulb cause this:"

The MC squeezed the end and the audience gasped delightedly as internal mechanisms caused the three inch dick to jerk forward to a full 4 ½ inches, the latex coating around it stretching to accommodate. At the same time, a gas mechanism inside caused the circumference to expand by 10%. The MC explained all of this to the audience.

"Now, 10% expansion may not sound like much, but in this tight, little, virgin hole, the sudden expansion can feel sometimes like he's being ripped apart, even though there is no physical damage. Also, the length expansion occurs behind the bulb as well, such that he will feel it along the whole of his anal canal. So it will feel just like he is being entered all over again, not just plunged to his very depths, which he will be, as well. The beauty of this is that it simultaneously elicits pain and pleasure centers, serving to confuse the hell out of any boy. The fact that this occurs in the timing of being spanked, really throws any offender off balance, and makes for a great adjunct in virtually any discipline scheme that requires remodeling behaviours."

The clapping must have meant it made sense to the audience, but poor Ben, who was just realizing where they might stick that thing, was agape with terror and only thinking these people had to be insane. They couldn't do this to a kid!!!! And Michael hadn't even done anything bad!!

"Now Michael," The MC said, "Spread your bottom cheeks again and show us your hole."

He did, and turned a bit redder, giving Andy a close-up of his ever most private area; although, with the video screen above, everyone had a close-up.

Then, going to the front of the boy and showing him the dick-like instrument of demi-torture, the MC said, " This device, 'The Well-Wisher,' is going into your bottom hole and all the way up your butt, and it will stay there throughout your spanking . . . . [The MC deftly turned off the mikes and quickly said 'Or we'll triple your spanks' and then turned them back on, without anyone noticing] . . . do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," Michael said, obediently and trying to be strong for himself.

"Good, now ask your friend, Andy, to put this in," The MC said, and then off-mike added quickly, " as a Minder, you know exactly how to ask."

Michael nodded. He knew what they wanted, but Andy was no friend of his, and was going to be someone to avoid even more after this. He would never be able to face the Hawkins brothers again, or possibly anyone in his neighborhood. The mike was back on, and he tried not to croak his way through it (he failed, as his voice broke twice, once on 'please' and once in the middle of 'butthole'):

"Andy, will you please put the Well-Wisher in my butthole and push it all the way inside my butt?"

The audience was torn between applause or laughter; for those that didn't know that Michael was largely a good kid – and that was most of them – they just thought 'serves the boy right for shirking the serious duties of a Minder'.

Andy dipped the dildo device into the jar of lubricating oil and walked up to the tight, muscled, clean gate that presented itself in the spread crack as Michael held his own cheeks open for the boy. There wasn't a space to be seen in that path; there was no hole to the hole, just a tight meeting of dimpled skin to suggest that one could be created in that slightly off-color crater. But when Andy looked down at the now glistening flared head of the life-like artificial dick in his hand, he doubted not only that anything like this was ever meant to go there, but that it would fit at all.

"It's OK, Andy," the MC said next to him, quiet and off-mike. " It's meant to be uncomfortable for him."

Andy just shrugged an acceptance and stepped up closer and lowered the Well-Wisher until the very flared head was pressed securely into the anal well, magnified a dozen times larger on the overhead scren. He heard a gasp from Michael at the alien feel of this foreign object in his sensitive, truly sun-don't-shine space, and gave a push before the boy could get too used to it (as if that could even happen).

Despite the sudden upcrease in " Ow . . OW. . . .OWW . . OHH . . . .OOWWW . . . .AGGGHH . . . OOOAWWAGHHH . . . ." from Michael as he pressed forward, Andy was amazed as the anal muscle first resisted and then slowed opened like a tight flower over the tip of the dildo, then a now creaseless skin traveled along the head as it disappeared, swallowed up by an aching, once-virginal anal canal, stretching out despite its owner's vocal reservations, and very soon snapping down over the artificial glans, spasming its claim to the shaft that still kept it open.

Now fascinated by this process, and feeling oddly erected by it, barely 14 year old Andy continued pushing the shaft inward through the 12 year and 11 month old boy's hole, watching wide-eyed as it slid in through the fleshy channel, undefended in an expanse of creamy, white, billowing plumpness, listening in to the rapid sharp intakes of breath as Michael felt his ass slowly invaded by dick (artificial be damned. It looked enough like one, and that's what everyone else saw.)

Eventually he came to the bulb that met another round of resistance, but this was also overcome despite the outcry from Michael. Then it was all in, with only the short T-bar running lengthwise either direction up and down the crack, to keep the dildo from getting lost inside, and the floppy silicone pull ring, with which the dildo would ultimately be extracted.

"Fu-ffff . . . . . . . Awesome!" 14 year old Andy said, looking down at the nearly 13 year old ass, and just barely catching himself from spilling out with 'Fucking Awesome!'

"Yes, it is an awesome piece of equipment," the MC said, and then turned to the audience, " and a perfect addition to Hampton County's new NUDEP deterrence policy, or at least the old policy that has been newly, or finally, implemented, as we shall soon see in this next demonstration. But first an isolated in vivo, as it were, demonstration of what the device does when the offender's cheeks are squeezed. Michael, release your bottom cheeks and grab a hold of the bars in front of you . . . . . very good. From here on out you are to keep your hands on those bars and out of the way. If you bring them backward or try in any way to obstruct a spank, you will receive 5 more. Do you understand?"

"Yes, sir," it was a meek but strong reply. It showed respect and confidence, but a respect and confidence that very much knew fear.

"Good. Now, to provide the first demonstration, please squeeze your buttocks together."

But Michael rapidly shook his head no. He was too afraid to do it.

"Boy, do you want your spankings doubled?"

"No, sir, please . . . ."

"Then do as you are told. Squeeze those buns together for the audience, boy."

He wanted to do it hesitantly, but who knew what would happen if you did it slow, so Michael just squeezed his cheeks . . . . . .

. . . . . and practically leaped forward across the table, startled by the apparent fucking of a 4 and a half inch dick all the way into his backside, with everything, but the very initial entry, feeling like it was happening from scratch all over again. And with that leap also came a garbled yelch – a yelp of surprise that was issued out at the same time as a screech of pain when the sudden expansion of the shaft pulled his entire anal cavity into a 10% greater stretch. The man was right, it was a lot when it was a sudden expansion – and when you were completely virgin to it. Even worse was this weird pleasure feeling he got as both the bulb moved up and squeezed against something inside there and his newly awakened anal nerve endings were stimulated with the simulated run of flesh across them. And that weird pleasure didn't mitigate the pain, or the surprise, or the embarrassment (and humiliation, for he was definitely experiencing both) but instead amplified all of them.

"Now isn't that something, folks? Now the spanks have to be delivered in a somewhat slower fashion, since the Well-Wisher retracts and recharges at one fifth the rate of discharge, if you want maximum plunging effect. But the best thing is . . . . . [SMACK]----"

And the MC smacked Michael's bare bottom with his bare hand, causing the boy to make the same lurch forward and gargled yelch as before, much to the amusement of the crowd.

"----- the reaction is completely involuntary. If the spank doesn't trigger it, the reaction to the spank will."

The cheers went up. Parents and school administrators and County Board members were already liking this product. Fisher Industries was becoming more popular by the second, even though this was all coming out of just one part of the conglomerate, the Esthree X Division, but few knew that much.

"All right . . . . . You're up next, Ben." The MC said, " and we need another volunteer to spank the Offender."

"What about my brother?" Andy said, pointing almost-12 year old Corey out from among the many hands that went up. Corey was 10 months younger than Michael, but was almost as big and one and a half times as rugged.

"That sounds perfect!" The MC said, and directed Ben over to the bench where he would bend over and have a similar object thrust up his ass. He had watched as they did it to Michael, and he still couldn't believe that they had done it. As he walked past Robert Sharpe, the boy again said 'sorry, Ben', although this time he just mouthed it.

Ben bent over the bench, rested on it, and grabbed the bars in front of him, spreading his legs out a bit for balance. The MC looked at him and raised an eyebrow, like the boy was forgetting something. Oh yeah, Ben remenbered. He was an Offender. He shouldn't wait to be asked.

Ben reached back and pulled his cheeks open, to reveal his own virgin asshole to the cheering crowd.

"OK, Corey," the MC said, " Go and choose your weapon."

The boy picked one off the tray, but Robert immediately said, " No, he's an Offender, so you should use a bigger one than the one your brother used."

Corey chose again.

"No, bigger," Robert said.

Corey chose again.

"No, still bigger, get the next size up."

Ben looked back in great alarm, not realizing that the devices were arranged by quarter inch sizes between 3 and 4 ½ inches. After 4 ½ inches they jumped up in size by ½ inch markers. But he did see the evil grin on Corey's face, and the scary gleam in his eye, when the boy skipped right over to the six inch device. He gave that one a squeeze and it shot out to nine inches of plunging dick, with a helmet on the end that looked like it could contain Ben's entire nutsack – or at least his 'new' nutsack, that is.

Ben nearly fainted.

"No," Robert said, picking up the four inch long, ¾ inch wide dick-device instead and handing it to Corey, " This one is plenty big to get a nice loud response, and it comes out to six inches when activated. You'll have him squirming fine."

The greedy Corey gladly took the exchange, dipped the device in the jar of oil without having to be told and walked over to Ben's exposed, proffered, and unprotected ass with an anticipation clearly written across his entire face. Robert looked at Ben's panic and mouthed the word 'sorry'; he had a script his dad said for him to follow. He had to sell it to the audience, no matter how bad he personally felt for the kids up there. This was Jameson Sharpe's way of giving his son discreet reminders of the worth of staying a good, obedient son.

Ben turned around. He didn't know if he could take this. He cried out as the bulbous head of the device was driven gleefully into his cherry gate. It felt and hurt worse than he thought it would when he had watched the smaller one going up Michael's naked ass.

Ben groaned and gritted all the way through the thicker four inches as it traveled up his anal canal and deep into his butt. He was barely keeping his legs under control as they spastically tried to buck against the invasion. But finally the T-bar snapped secure against his crack and he was completely filled with the device. He let his buttcheeks go, but ever so gingerly, so as not to trigger the device.

Not that that careful release mattered much.

While he was ever so slowly closing his buttcheeks around the extremely uncomfortable presence that was keeping his anal opening stretched out by an entire inch despite a constant, painful, and involuntary attempt by his muscles to close the gap, the MC had handed an X-40 paddle each to the two Hawkins boys, and they were already in position with orders and instruction.

Ben had barely gotten his cheeks closed and his hands back at the bars in front of him, where they had to rest at all times, when he felt the first sting and compression of painful paddle against his unguarded backside. He lurched forward from the surprise of the sting more than anything, but as he did so, his rumps compressed inward without so much as a thought flying past them; and a split-second after that Ben's body slammed the bench hard as he felt six inches of dick plunge straight through his asshole and reach for the utmost depths within, instantly stretching him open to a diameter of 7/8 of an inch. His groan was more of an 'oooommpppff' as if hit by a college lineman and combined with the drawn out cry of a boy that just ran over his own dog's leg.

He was still panting from the shock and pain of it when the second SSMMAACKK came in, and he was again fucked with six inches of artificial dick. Corey was having fun with this and became even more animated as the MC explained again to the crowd exactly what was going on inside the two boys' bottoms; the 6th grade boy took a mighty swing at the naked 8th grade backside, so much that Ben could hear the woosh of it before it even hit, and he tensed, automatically throwing himself into another internal spasm as the Well-Wisher plunged another two inches deeper, caused it to feel as if it was running the whole length of his anal tube, and suddenly expanded once more, stretching his anus in a way that it felt like the first time he was ever stretched every time it happened.

But the worst part was that the SSSMMAAACCCKKK still came, but when he was already clenched, and he couldn't unclenched as he screamed his way through the double combo of anal stretch and mighty sting on his already tender butt. And as he stayed clinched, the dick stayed buried, filling him up, giving him the most uncomfortable public feeling of being loaded with crap and really, really needing to go right that minute, while at the same time there was a pain of stretch in his anus, while at the same time a sensation of exquisite pleasure – almost impossible to distinguish from pain, except that it was bizarrely starting to produce a rise in his penis, at least as much as it could arise.

When he could finally release and feel the device start to recede within, Corey only gave him enough time to just hope the horror would end (and for the device to recharge) before:

SSMMMAAAACCCKKKKK!!!!

Again a herculean effort by the younger boy, feeling doubly rewarded by the threaded mixture of screams signifying all the various attacks on and within Ben's body just from one swing of the paddle. Ben meanwhile was not – by any means – getting used to the continued thrusting and plunging of his bottom's inner depths, and, despite the lack of real trauma to his anus (due to the texture of the device covering, as well as the even manner in which the gas exchange fully inflated the spongy interior of the device – much like blood engorging a real penis), it sure felt like he was being ripped a new one every time.

wwwhhoooossshhSSSSMMMAAACCCKKK!!!!

And the FIRE!!! The FIIIIIRRRREEE!!!!!! that spread over and through his tender backside with each stinging slap of the paddle --- heavens above! He never ever wanted to know what a Level Two or Level Three NUDEP boy would feel. And still he was stretched and re-stretched to the limit.

By the sixth Paddling he was inexplicably hard, harder than he had ever been, it almost felt; and no part of him could understand that. A quick look over at the squirming Michael, who was only just now letting the first tears roll down his cheek, and he saw that the younger boy was in the same condition he was in, albeit with a larger erection – sadly, for Ben.

Ben was actually watching Michael when the seventh hit landed on the both of them. The 7th grade Michael was still valiantly fighting the tears, only letting the bare minimum, it seemed, escape. But all the while that the boy struggled to do that and keep a firm hold of the bar in front of him, his legs kept trying to escape the relentless stinging blows that brought the so horribly foreign plunging of his innocent hole. Unfortunately, with his feet fettered by his fallen jeans and briefs, it only lent a comic aspect to the kid's punishment, and bought him no sympathy at all.

That and the fact that his 3 ½ inch dick was so hard that it was practically leaking.

Actually, it was leaking a lot. And the eighth SSSMMMAACCCKKK!!!! did nothing to change that.

"OK," said the MC, and both of the bent over naked boys, who had lost count of the violations within their tortured anuses and formerly private and inviolate bottoms and the erupting fire across the buttocks without, hoped that that was the end of this particular torture. But they were soon let down.

"Let's switch boys for the next 7 spanks."

And then they were let down even further:

"And I think we have those naughty assholes stretched open pretty well by now. Let's give them an even better reminder of what it means to be a bad boy or to shirk your community responsibilities. Andy, Corey, pull those out and let's put even bigger Well-Wishers in."

"Noooo!!" came Michael's plaintive reply as the Hawkins brothers switched sides and none too gently pulled the Well-Wishers from the boys asses. The MC already had Michael's ready. It was the same size, as there was apparently a limit to what they could do to Michael (and they had probably over-stepped it already), but neither Corey nor Michael knew that. They both thought it was a bigger Well-Wisher, and it certainly felt like a bigger one to Michael going in, as he grunted with the younger Hawkin's efforts to push the life-like penis mechanism through his neighbor's tight ass hole and up his young rectum.

Michael didn't know which was worse, being dildoed by the older Hawkins boy who could more easily spread this around to all the people Michael hung out with (and of course the boy was going to talk about it non-stop when they all went back to school Monday), or by the younger Hawkins boy, 12 year old Corey, who was more aggressive and more likely to have a longer memory and recall of the event. But unfortunately, it was a moot point, as he got them both.

"Yeah!" Corey cheered himself, as he pushed the last of the Well-Wisher into Michael's complaining bum. " You are so fucked. Literally, dude!!"

Andy, meanwhile, eyed the tray of various well-wishers that he had at his disposal with Ben's ass in the offing; except that Robert was on it before the boy and swung the tray out of the way while holding a Well-Wisher that was only barely bigger that the previous, at 4 ¼ inches long and 7/8 inches wide (he made sure it was the very smallest next size up in both dimensions so that the MC would not be able to say anything). Neither the MC nor Andy looked particularly satisfied with Robert's choice, but the boy got the audience's applause on his side when he immediately called out:

"Yeah, look at this bad boy. Now this one is going to stretch that little offender wiiiiidde open!!"

Ben looked back, at first in terror, but then realized Robert was doing what he could to help him. Even Ben could see this one was barely any different than the one before. The boy even mouthed 'sorry' to Ben again. The applause was too much for the MC to disagree, so he put on his fake smile and motioned for Andy to just go with it and continue. Dissatisfied, the older boy just shoved it in hard, causing a shrieking grunt from Ben. There may have only been an 1/8 of an inch difference in width, but Ben could sure feel it. He cringed to think what it would feel like when it suddenly expanded seven more times. At least seven more times.

"Hey, Andy!" Corey called over to his older brother, " Watch this:"

The younger Hawkins smiled and reached forward and grabbed both of Michael's asscheeks in his hands.

"Hey!" Michael called out, " Get your nasty hands off meeeeEEEEAAAAGNNGGH . . . . .GGNNAAANNNGGH . . . . . NNAAGAHAHN . . . . . .NANANGGG . . . . . .N\NNNGGUNNHH . . . . . .NNNGGUHAGH . . . . . .NNNGGGUUNNGGHHH. . . . . ."

The greatly pained grunts were coming in rapid fire as Michael lurched forward over and over, seemingly out of his control, trying to climb over the spanking bench and escape, except the bunched up pants and underwear about his feet would not let him. The sudden onset of these screaming grunts came from the younger boy behind him squeezing his buttcheeks purposely, causing a rapid firing of the Well-Wisher within. Even without the full reset, the plunging of his rectal depths and the spasmodic tensing of his hole were still causing him great pain and embarrassment, with all the world (as he knew it, at least) watching. But there was something else, and it was so much worse.

The worse part wasn't the boy squeezing his buttcheeks maniacally and getting to laugh the whole time (just further humiliating the nearly 13 year old Michael) that the dildo fucked the virgin depths of the boy; no it was something far worse, and it came in the last 5 or so squeezes of the 15 or 20 that Corey had given him. Despite the humiliation of knowing that everyone in the audience was seeing his naked butt, his butthole and probably his ballsack and knowing that they all knew exactly what the squeezing was causing to happen with the dick-like object up his butt, and despite the pain caused by both the plunging and the rapid expansion, release, expansion, release, expansion of the rim of his hole, there was something else rubbing him inside, causing him to start harden further, to leak, to leak even more, and now very quickly build and build and build and build to . . . . . . . . to . . . . . . . . to . . . . . . . oh shit . . . . . . no . . . . . NOO . . . . NO NOT NOW . . . .

"AAAGGHHHUUNNGAAHH" And he shot.

Michael shot spurt after spurt after spurt of whitish-gray cum all over the spanking bench as he grunted severely under the continuing plunges of the fake dick within and the physical demands of the untimely and relentless orgasm that was drawing him down.

The orgasm fueled even more plunges as he spasmed his way through, and these plunges caused further groaning, and further spasms of his buttcheeks, even unaiaded by the younger Hawkins. The newer spasms, in turn, gave rise to even more plunges of the well-wisher, causing more spasms which ignited yet another cumming, spawning another cycle of grueling plunge-spasm-squeeze cycles. It took awhile for the agonizing positive feedback loop to die down and for the exhausted Michael to gain a respite from being artificially fucked into what became a near multi-orgasmic drain.

"Guess Mikey likes it," Cory said loudly, giving the boy a slap on his red buttcheeks, as the last of the orgasm died away, only to cause a last spasm of his buttcheeks and eliciting another deep groan from the boy, which just gave everyone cause to laugh. Any sympathies for him were soon distracted by a similar performance in Ben on his 15th and last spank by Andy.

"We'll give Michael a reprieve on his last two," the MC said, sensing, now that the excitement was over, that he had pushed his authorizations a bit too far. Oh well; the most he would get would be a small fuss that could be smoothed over. He wouldn't have to suffer like these two boys. And that put a smile on his face.

"AAhhhww." Corey moaned out. " Cain't I just give him the last two?"

"I said no, unless you would like to try out Michael's position instead for those two spanks?"

"OH . . . no sir! Here you go." Corey quickly handed the paddle back and asked if he could be excused.

The MC laughed and let the two Hawkins boys off the stage and directed Robert to collect the Well-Wishers from Ben and Michael's asses. He pulled them out, mumbling a low and whispered 'sorry' to each boy and left the stage. There wasn't any curtain to close on the boys, and they knew that they were still exposed to the audience; worse the large plasma screen above them was replaying the side by side moments (as caught on film from their sides) of both boys having their ejaculatory surprises during the last of the spankings.

Then the MC announced that as the films were for instructional purposes only, highlighting the various implements of punishment available to the proper authorities, that Fisher Industries was allowed to record these and make the entire sessions available free of charge on DVD or Blueray, for any discerning member of the school board, Board of County Supervisors, police court or other interested bodies.

Ben almost didn't care anymore; he so badly just wanted to be let up and get to the end of the terrible day. By 10:00 tomorrow morning this would be all over. He would have fulfilled the requirements given him by Elias Marley and the spirits of whatever and whoever they all were that were watching him, and he would be finally let alone back onto path toward his second puberty. Then maybe one day, maybe, he could put this all behind him.

No pun intended at the moment.

But Michael wasn't handling it well at all. When he heard about the entire session being recorded for posterity's sake, he broke down crying. And it didn't get any better when the MC made him stand up (and Ben too) and turn around and thank the crowd for observing his just punishment. He wasn't allowed to cover up or pull up his pants, and he had a still-dripping semi sticking out for the world to see. Finally he was allowed to pull up his pants and tuck everything back in; burning red at both ends, but from two different causes, he pulled Ben along off stage, both boys wincing as they moved away at the pace Michael was trying to set.

"Michael," Ben tried to say as he was uncomfortably pulled along. Even Michael couldn't help but walk funny. " I'm sorr---"

"Just shut up! Just shut the fuck UP!" Michael cried out through his tears. The boy sobbed quietly the rest of the way back to The Grove Hot Dog Shack, and when they got there he just shoved Ben onto the bench next to a bewildered Sam and stormed off.

Well, as best as he could storm off, with his backside on fire like that.

In fact, Ben's ass was certainly no less on fire as Michael's, and as soon as he was shoved on to the bench, he howled and shot back up.

"Damn!" Tom said, " Your ass is RED!!"

"What color did you think it was going to be, Tom?" Jack asked the kid.

"I don't know. . . . . white? Mine's white."

Jack and Noah just looked at each other and shook their heads. Sometimes it took a while for Tom to connect the dots. Sam wasn't concerned about them, though; he wanted to know what had happened to Michael. Whatever it is, he was sure Ben was at fault, and he shoved the boy back down onto his raw bottom, causing a yelp, like a puppy had had his tail stepped on.

"Sit down, and stay sat!" He barked out at the whimpering boy, who tried to mumble a 'yes, sir' but just couldn't do it through the pain and discomfort rising up from his brightened and blistering ass. "What did you do?"

But Ben was still whimpering from the pain of being made to sit. It wasn't just his buttock that screamed pain, even though the 'pre-treatment' of the day had made this 'shorter' session seem four times worse, but his very hole was still reeling in aching spasms, causing him to want to squirm, which only aggravated the injuries of his bottom, a bottom he was gingerly trying to spare, even now. He was sitting on the bench, but he also had his hands on the bench and was trying to give himself enough lift to not be obvious, but to reduce the compression on the sorest parents.

Unfortunately for him, Sam noticed.

"Hands up!" Sam belted out, and by instinct of not wanting to be spanked anymore, Ben's hands flew up, wrists near neck collar, so fast that his body dumped again on the bench causing another puppy yelp of pain that his best friends couldn't help but laugh at. Sam locked the wrists to Ben's neck collar and ignored the tears that rolled down his face.

"Please, Sam, it hurts . . . . ."

"It's supposed to, little boy. Now what happened to Michael."

Reluctantly (until Sam pulled out his paddle and waved it in front of Ben's face), he told the tale of what had befallen the two boys (very carefully leaving out any mention or hint of the blowjobs, given or promised). His three best friends just laughed at him, but Sam still blamed him for Michael getting caught up in that.

"Oh, man . . . . .that's too . . . . . . oh man . . . . ." 14-year-old Jack Dawkins was having trouble getting anything out, he thought it was so funny.

Ben just grimaced while Noah pointed at him laughing, and Tom literally fell off the bench laughing. Having his closest friends, all except Jacob who was kept at home, laugh so hard at what was the most peculiarly embarrassing moment of his life (could that even be true? Eating cum noodles, walking around the mall naked, sitting in Santa's lap naked, jerking off his short shortness in front of Belle, being the pole for a ring toss --- these all really had top billing as most humiliating moments, as well), but having his friends laugh at him so, and laugh so hard . . . . well that just made him feel . . . . . . . . surprisingly a bit better.

He almost actually smiled, except that Sam still had an angry look, and that just could not mean anything good for Ben. And, of course, his ass was still on fire and itching him with pain terribly. Yeah, THAT, and the fact that his wrists were now bound to his neck collar. That was just degrading, on top of everything else.

Ben didn't know what was about to come from Sam, and he cringed and turned away as he saw Sam open his mouth to say something. That was when he noticed something else, another event off to the side, through the nearby trees and in another open area of the park, just on the fringe of a Carnival attraction. It was three boys shoving a fourth one around. The three boys looked like they were laughing and sneering and in general taunting the fourth boy. The fourth boy looked small, defenseless, sad and wanting to be left alone. This could get ugly.

But that wasn't the worst thing Ben noticed. And Sam stopped what he was about to say and looked in the direction of Ben's stare. And they both noticed the exact same thing.

The fourth boy was Tim Scruggs.

"Ben - - -NO!"

But it was too late. Sam threw an arm out to grab the older boy, but naked Ben was already away, sprinting toward the three boys that were bullying and shoving his little brother. He cleared the tree line between them, and raced into the clearing where the three bullies were tormenting his little brother, screaming senselessly as he burst through. The only problem was he didn't exactly look like a fearsome older warrior, yelling as he broke enemy lines, putting the fear into the standing army.

No, the effect was a bit more comical.

For one thing, he was naked, with his small dick and balls flapping about as he ran. For another, try as he might run in a straight line and with a graceful sprint, his butt was raw and his crack sore and thus he ran more than a bit bow-legged. Plus he was moving his hips as if he still had the Well-Wisher stuck full and deep up his rear end. Top that off with his wrists being bound to his neck, which completely through off any upper body grace to his run, and the fact that his yell was a bit unhinged and higher pitched and cracking (as he still had not been able to compensate for the changes up above that the changes down below had wraught), and he was a sight for laughter, not fear.

Which is exactly what the three boys did when he broke into the clearing with his naked, lopsided, bound-up, screaming run. They stopped pushing Tim around (who just slinked back in further embarrassment) and just pointed at the crazy naked-boy and laughed. This was bad for one of the boys, Reggie, the ring leader, as he completely didn't pay any attention to the laws of physics. Ben came right for him, lowered his shoulders and barreled straight into the boy, knocking him straight off the ground and out of the picture. There was the derisive laughter, then a low and painful 'ooommpphh', and then there were just two bullying boys left.

Ben got straight back up, which is hard to do when your wrists are cuffed to your neck and you still feel like you have an overly large sausage stuck up your chute. But as soon as he was up, another of the ten year olds (and one of the other boys who had been in Gargery Park tormenting Tim when Elias took Ben back to that day in the summer), stepped right up and angrily socked Ben hard in the stomach. The boy smiled nastily as he figured Ben had no use of his hands or fists, so this would be an easy beat down.

But Ben's stomach muscles were stronger than the kid estimated, Ben faked a harder take than he had gotten, drew the kid in close, and then cold-cocked him with an elbow, using the force of a quick twist of his shoulders to take the kid out. And then there was one. And this kid now dropped the laughter and the smile. He looked appropriately worried. Suddenly Ben didn't look so funny. Just dangerous.

Ben took one step toward the boy . . . . and then felt his own self being sacked and brought to the ground.

"GET OFF ME!!!" Ben yelled, thrashing about angrily, now almost blind with rage, " You fucking, filthy, BASTARDS!! You don't touch my little brother!!! Get OFF ME!!!"

He started to yell more, but Jack put a hand over his mouth and was struggling to keep it there, as well as control those elbows. Noah, who was the one that sacked Ben, was doing his best to keep the boy's body on the ground.

"Geez, he's strong for a little kid," Noah said, forgetting for a the moment that Ben was his close friend and actually older than him. " Really strong."

"Stop it, Ben!! You're just going to get into more trouble. . . . . . BEN! . . . . Get a hold of yourself ! . . . . . . . .Gyahh . . . Man . . you weren't kidding Noah!"

Ben was angry. All the frustration of the day, all the recognitions of his failure as an older brother, all of everything was just pouring into him, turning into rage. He was fighting his friends, not really even realizing it was them. His legs were still free and flailing, but then tried to gain ground to throw off the two boys holding him. It was when they were splayed open that the third bullying boy saw his target and stepped up to plant his foot square on the small, undefended nutsack that Ben was leaving wide open.

But Jack's hand was across Ben's mouth (not that that stopped the screaming obscenities, though it at least they were muffled and incomprehensible --- somewhat), not across Ben's eyes. The boy could still see, and he saw the third kid step up. And when the kid pulled his leg back, Ben brought his foot straight up and hard into the kid's crotch. And the boy crumpled, his eyes bulged out in incomprehensible pain; but before his knees hit the earth, Ben pulled back and thrust with all his strength, planting the whole sole of his foot against the boy's chest, knocking him five or six feet backward, flat on his back, with all the wind out of him.

"Geez!!" Jack exclaimed as he saw the kid flying backward, "For fuck's sake, Tom!! Grab his legs!!!"

And the three boys strained hard against Ben until the fight slowly died out of him.