An 'X'mas Carol Part Two, Chapter 4
By Jaech Reiter
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Copyright 2010 by Jaech Reiter, all rights reserved
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An 'X'Mas Carol
Part Two, Chapter 4
Ben left Ms. Choak and his third period class and headed down to the Nurse's office. He was honestly feeling better after having thrown up - well, 'better' was relative. At least he wasn't feeling sick. He was tired and a bit worn out, but it helped that he had had a break this period from being Jacob's Minder. At any rate, he didn't feel he needed a trip down to the nurse. Certainly not that. But he wasn't about to argue with any teachers today.
In the nurse's office, the waiting room was full. And Nurse Gamp, or Miss Sairah as she often liked to be called, was an older, retired nurse who worked cheap so the school kept her around; but she wasn't much one for privacy and had variable reactions to students' pain, usually underrating it with a 'pah'. There were some kids who swore she sucked on mints like crazy to hide the smell of a bit of alcohol on her breath. She often forgot where she put the aspirin, and sometimes just forgot about a patient, but kooky came with the low funding of Hampton County.
"Scruggs?" Nurse Gamp asked when he walked in.
"Yes, ma'am."
"Good. Your teacher called down. I forget his name."
"Her."
"Mr. Her?"
"No, I mean-"
"It doesn't matter, but Mr. Her wanted to make sure you made it down here, seems you made a little detour through the bathrooms to throw up, hmm?" There she went, just right out in front of the eight or so kids that were in the waiting room. Thank goodness it wasn't something even more embarrassing.
"Uh, yes ma'am, but---"
"Well, sit down. Got to take your temperature, don't we?"
Every kid in the room was having his or her temperature taken, courtesy of the winter 'colds'. They were mostly 6th graders, the ones least likely to tough it out if they felt a little sick at school. One visit to Nurse Gamp, though, and they usually were cured for the duration of Middle School.
So maybe she was a pretty effective nurse, after all.
At any rate, every kid in there except one had a thermometer in his or her mouth, and Nurse Gamp returned fairly shortly to explain to Ben that she couldn't find a thermometer. She used to have several, but she didn't know what she had done with them all.
"Uh, Miss Sairah, what's that in your hand?"
"This? It's a thermometer, of course, but it wasn't what I was looking for. Stand up and turn around with your knees on the seat."
This woman was crazy. Ben didn't understand what the lady was talking about, but she had him so confused about the thermometer, that he just did as she said, and was soon kneeling on the seat facing the back of it.
"Miss Sairah, why am Ieeeeee----" He was suddenly grasped by the neck and pushed downward such that his chest was on the back of the chair and his clothed butt was now sticking up in the air. "What are you doing?"
"Taking your temperature." She tsked and said something about Ben just not paying attention. Ben thought the lady had lost it. Did the thermometer work better if your mouth was facing a wall?? This was crazy; but he couldn't move - she was too strong.
"Nurse Gamp!" He called out, a bit in alarm, though he wasn't sure why at this point; he just felt worried. "How exactly are supposed to tak---WHOOAA!!!!!"
Ben yelped out in alarm as pants and underwear both were simply yanked down to his thighs without warning or hesitation, suddenly putting his 13 yo naked butt out there for ten kids to stare at, girls AND boys. It was the first time in 7 or 8 years that anybody had ever seen it (with the exception of Timmy), and now some random selection of 6th graders and others in his grade, as well as 7th, were getting a good gawk at his twin rumps.
"What are you doing!" It was more an accusation of her craziness for him than any question.
"Hold still, or I'll get that new fancy paddle from the assistant principal and let you join that other nasty boy that I hear is showing his birthday suit around the school."
The mention of the paddle, and especially the possibility of ensuing naked complications, froze the alarmed boy.
"But . . . what are you doing?" He barely managed to get this frightened question out, definitely more of a question than a statement now, and his shock was rapidly spreading out into the fields of fear and nervousness, an agonizing anxiousness at what was possibly to come. He could feel the nurse's hand move from holding him down (he was now too scared to move at all) to caressing his butt and even spreading his cheeks apart lower down. The strange thing was, as terrifying and uncertain as this action was, the first thought that popped in his head was, 'oh geez, I hope I'm clean back there if everybody's gonna see my hole.'
This thought would have been quickly followed by the deathly notion of 'oh shit,' (with no pun intended on his part) 'everyone's gonna see my hole!!,' but his consciousness didn't get that far, as it was soon interrupted by an answer to his question:
"Why I'm taking your temperature, silly little boy. I already told you that!"
"What? Taking my-how?" Then realization dawned like a falling piano: "NOOO-AGGGGHHH!!!"
He barely got the 'o' out on his refusal of this horrible action than he felt the bulb push against his virgin gate and suddenly get shoved two inches up his rear.
Right up his BUTT!!!!!!!
Right
In
Front
of
Everyone.
"Oh, stop that screaming; it doesn't hurt." The nurse said. "What is wrong with you boy? It's just a thermometer. And get that shirt off of you. It has vomit on it. You can go and get one from your gym locker later."
Without another word she reached down and just pulled the shirt up and over his head, almost dislodging the boy from the chair and dumping him on his ass, which would have just shoved the thermometer even further up his ass. Ben groaned at the thought of it - and the thought that he was just getting more and more naked the longer this nurse was around him. But before he could complain, she just walked away with his shirt.
"Now if you move or take that temperature probe out," Ahhgh, did she have to call it a probe?? "I guarantee you I'll find something that WILL hurt. Count on that. Now, who was next? Oh goodness, I forgot about the poor dear in back with the migraine headache. I'll be right back out."
And with that, she just left everyone, again, with thermometers sticking in their mouths. Except for poor Ben, of course, and he was too mortified to move, definitely not wanting to look around at the surprised and snarking faces of the other boys and girls. One girl next to him, however, took no pain to disguise the fact she was looking around at his butt and trying to look under him.
"I can see your two boy balls from behind between your legs. My brother's in 8th grade, and his look bigger than yours."
Ben gulped and rapidly looked under him to between his legs from the front view. The front of his pants were drawn down and the hem rested just at the point where he could make out the root of his penis (and his newly bald pubis), but that still meant the hem could be pulled lower in back and indeed his smaller balls would be on display to every boy and girl sitting behind him. He grabbed the front and yanked them up, pulling them until he had covered not only his hairless secret but also until he felt the jeans hit the thermometer rod extending out between his asscheeks.
"Are you sure you're in 8th grade?" The 11 year old girl asked him.
"Shut up!" Ben said in sarcastic manner, though there wasn't much he could do about it. The girl did stick her blue thermometer back in her mouth, but also went back to looking at Ben's nicely shaped rump, the same as all the girls in the room. The brown, wavy-haired 7th grade boy sitting two chairs down from him with the red thermometer in his mouth just rolled his eyes with a slight snarl of superiority at the stupid 8th grader with his ass hanging out.
The girl next to him then reached her hand out to feel Ben's sweet ass, and Ben tried to knock it away, The problem was his left hand was already engaged holding his jeans up as much as he could, and he nearly fell off the chair.
"Hey! No touching!"
The girl took her blue thermometer out of her mouth long enough to stick her tongue out at him and then ignore him (at least until he went back to examining the wall in front of him and pretended that both he and his ass were invisible).This was so uncomfortable.
He was also aware that his underarms were now also on view, and easy for anyone to see there was not a hair on them, nor did it look like there ever had been. He pulled the left arm, the one holding his jeans up, closer in to his body so no one could see that arm, but the other one he needed to support himself on the back of the chair. He was still working on a way to maneuver it so that he could hide as much as possible from as many angles of view as possible when he heard a girl's voice say:
"Oh, Ben. You have a REALLY cute butt." And then he heard a click.
It was the voice that froze him. He knew that voice. Shit, shit, shit, shit.
He knew that voice.
All the blood, practically in total, drained from his head and face. He felt cold, clammy, and entertained thoughts of passing out, as he ever so slowly turned his head in the direction of the voice.
"Belle." It came out weak, sickly, and desperate, like a younger boy, or a really old man, in his quieter death throes.
"Um, hi." Now that he was looking at her, she was blushing and stammering, not that she noticing the completely stricken look with which he regarded her. She could hardly keep her eyes from sliding over to that cute naked butt of his, 4/5 or more of which could be seen above his jeans' waist. From here on out, whenever she looked at that hot ass in his jeans, she would know what it really looked like. It's how she would always see it.
"I, um . . . .just . . . uh, down here . . . . cause . . . . . well, we . . . .um . . . came down here with her . . . uh. . . . Liz, you know . . . . migraines . . . . . head, you know, ha . . . and she . . . . well she has these . . . . and, um, today, whew . . . really bad. . . . . so I . . . . .came, just, well . . .uh . . .just came down here. . . .You know. . . . . With her . . . . I mean. Um, are you OK??"
She looked more nervous than inquisitive, and she cast another look around those two scrumptious buns, but then cast him a queer look. "Um. You look . . . . younger, kind of . . . . today. OMG, I'm looking again."
The last part was said more to herself, and she touched her hand to her face to hide her eyes. As much as she just wanted to stay and stare, maybe feel, maybe figure out what it was that seemed different about him today, she needed to get out of there. As an excuse, and without really looking at him, she just waggled the cell phone in her hand.
"Liz's phone . . . . . I, um . . . . . really should, uh . . . . should go and, uh . . . . should call her mom, you know . . . . . . Nurse Gamp, you know . . . . . . probably'll forget to . . . uh, I should go. Um . . . . yeah. . . . . I'll talk to you later, Ben." And she left quickly, almost running into the door frame on her way.
Oh shit. The phone! That was the click he heard! She must have taken a picture of him with Liz' phone! She wouldn't do that, would she? He wasn't really sure. He had been in love/lust with her for two years, but he had never had much time to get to know him. This picture, if there was one, just made everything worse.
"I got a cousin in 6th grade over in Tampa," the girl next to him said in his ear as she pulled out her blue thermometer again, "I think his balls may be bigger than yours."
"Shut . . . .up."
The girl shrugged and popped her thermometer back in like it was a sucker. How long had all the kids had these thermometers in their mouths anyway? At that point, Nurse Gamp came back into the waiting room and looked around with her hands on her hips.
"All right . . . now . . . .what was . . . . oh yes." She walked up to Ben and just yanked the red thermometer out of his ass without a pause.
"YAiii!" Ben yelped, the surprise and sudden movement was just close to the painful side of uncomfortable.
"Hmm, no fever."
"I know," Ben said. "I'm not sick."
"Well why are you here?"
"Because I . . . .aggh . . .can I get dressed??" He blushed severely as he asked, but then when he tried to yank his jeans and underwear up, he couldn't get them up. It was embarrassing enough practically doing a dance in front of the chair with his naked butt hanging out, but even more so when he had to unsnap and unzip to pull them up. "Because I threw up. Just nerves, I guess."
He mumbled the last part, not wanting it to get around that he got, or gets, so nervous that he just throws up.
"Well, the office said they have an extra T-shirt for you. Then you can go back to class."
"Why did you stick that thing up my butt??" He asked, though he blushed as soon as he gave words to what everyone already saw anyway.
"To take your temperature. I swear, maybe I should have washed your ears out instead."
I wish that's all you had done, Ben thought, but said, "No, I mean, why couldn't I have one in the mouth?"
"Because it's red, boy!" The nurse said loudly, like he was a deaf moron who was starting to seriously annoy her. She stuck the end cap right up in his face and said quite demonstratively, "You see?? Red for Rectal!"
"Phhppthooieee!!" The 7th grade boy two seats down from him suddenly spit out his thermometer, making gagging noises with a severely grimaced face, and was trying to wipe his tongue and open mouth on any available surface of his shirt.
Ben and the nurse looked at the boy's thermometer on the floor. It was red capped.
"Oh dear." The nurse said.
Ben got out of there with his excuse note, but secretly hoping that boy had to have his temperature rechecked. With the same thermometer. And he didn't care which end of the boy the nurse used. Either way it was a sweet revenge for the looks the boy gave him. As it was, he got back to class with 20 minutes remaining in the period, though everyone around him just leaned away from him.
Fourth period brought another class, but also a lunch period, as well as a complete break from having to take care of Jacob, as he, Tom Chilting, and Jack Dawkins had Second Lunch, while Jacob and Noah had First Lunch. Maybe Noah would take responsibility for him during First Lunch. That would be very interesting to see, Ben smiled, though not so interesting for poor Jacob. Then Ben heard a ruckus from the students around him, there was a wild jeering and cheering, and his peripheral vision caught numerous people pointing. That all could mean only one thing.
Yep. Sure enough, Ben though,t when he looked toward the entrance and saw Theo Gabelle, a black boy in their grade, bringing in the only naked boy in their school. Theo brought Jacob right up to Ben and said, "Scruggs, you better be taking your homey off my action. I can NOT be seen wanderin' around with a nekkid white boy."
"Yeah, I got it, Theo. You can go."
"Crazy white motherfu---" Theo walked away mumbling to himself.
"What are you doing?" Ben asked, "What happened? What did you do??"
"Nothing. I didn't do anything, Ben, I . . . ."
One of the cafeteria monitors cleared her throat nearby, and Jacob lost the defensive tone. He took a deep breath and started over.
"I'm sorry, sir. I can explain. I'm not in trouble, at least, outside of my NUDEP punishment. The coach felt it was too dangerous, my being in PE with . . . with 'everything flopping about' as he put it. So until he could talk some things over with the Principal, he moved me to Study Hall for today. The Study Hall I was in takes Second Lunch, sir. Would you please accept responsibility for me, . . . . uh . . . Ben . . . sir."
"Huh? Oh, uh, yeah, sure. Of course, Jacob. Go get a tray."
It was at this point that Tom could no longer contain his laughter, as it was starting to burst out of his nose and his closed mouth, and he just broke down laughing at his friend. For a split second, Jacob looked like he was about to lose his cool, but he caught a very subtle shake of Ben's head, mumbled another 'yes, sir' and went to get himself a tray.
The teacher who was serving as the lunch room monitor walked past Ben and leaned in quick to whisper in his ear, "Very nicely handled, Ben. It seems you really can be mature."
Oh man. Two problems. One, they really were watching him close, so he absolutely could NOT mess this up. It really raised the tension. He could not WAIT for this day to be over. And Two, he really had a worse reputation than he thought. Did everyone think he was a goof-off loser?
Ben was contemplating this throughout lunch, and thus left poor Jacob to the mercies of Tom and Jack. There wasn't much mercy, though. And Jacob asked several times if they could go. He was starting to annoy Ben, which only served to make Ben feel guilty, which, of course, just annoyed him further. And he was doing something important with his lunch break - he was trying to take stock of his life.
"Come on, Ben, can we go."
"No. I gotta think, so tell you what, just play with yourself for a while so I can concentrate."
He didn't mean for it to come out snippy, but it did. Jacob was going to protest, when he saw a teacher walking past their table, reviewing the behaviour of the kids in the lunch room in general. He dared not say more and grabbed a hold of his mostly hard dick (it had gotten harder as more girls passed by the table and giggled) and began working it up and down.
Tom evilly suggested that he scoot his chair back away so he could put on a better show, and when Jacob looked over at Ben, his hopes were dashed as Benabsent-mindedly nodded his agreement. Jacob pushed back about two feet and then began 'playing with himself'. Ben couldn't technically order him to jack off; but unfortunately Jacob was now 48 hours since his last ejaculation, and the day's events had really put him on edge. He wasn't playing with himself for long before he really had to shoot.
"Shoot it on your chest if you have to go, and don't forget how loud you're supposed to announce it." Ben told him.
Ben did this for the benefit of the cafeteria monitor nearby, but Jacob would never know how much Ben really hated making him go the last distance. Tom and Jack, meanwhile, were hooting up a storm at the misery of their friend. Again, to them it was all in good fun. Jacob was the one dumb enough to get caught, right?
Several of the kids at the surrounding table just made it all the worse as they began to chant: "Pump, pump, pump,pump,pump,pump,pump....."
"I'm CUMMING!!!" Jacob yelled, totally surprising Ben, Tom, and Jack, as well as the rest of the cafeteria, with the ferocity of his announcement. Jacob didn't really notice, though; he was just that far gone as the ropes of white cum shot up on to his chest, the first one actually hitting his forehead and nose, and even plastering part of his hair. Whoever wasn't already watching this strange sight of a boy masturbating nude in the middle of the cafeteria, certainly had their attention caught by his bellowing announcement.
"Dude," Jack said to the smiling and cheering Tom, "I think a glob of his cum landed on your pizza."
"Ah, sick. Well, I'm done. Good show, at least."
A tremendous roar of applause and cheers went up as he finished, and Jacob tried to smile weakly and nod, as if it was all part of the show, but his fearful eyes and extremely blushed skin said otherwise. He was thoroughly humiliated. Tom started to pass over some napkins, but Ben deepened their friend's humiliation by shaking his head 'no'.
"He can wear it." Ben simply said and got up to turn in his tray to the dishwasher. "Come on. If you're done, let's go."
Jacob watched Ben walk away from the table amazed. He was partly blown away by his orgasm, but much more so at his best friend's nonchalant dumping of the worst humiliation of the day on him. Then he caught the eye of the cafeteria monitor. She was clearly watching for Jacob's reaction. The boy knew what he had to say and do to avoid more pain heaped upon his poor ass.
"Yes, sir!" He called out. "I'm coming."
Tom and Jack died out laughing all over again as he said this, as did all the kids at the surrounding tables.
"I mean," Jacob restated, blushing all anew, "I'm . . . . uh . . . . getting up and following you . . . .sir."
He was so rattled; he had no idea if he did it right or not. Was he going to get a spanking anyway? He had no idea, and this just plumb wore him down. Of course, though he didn't know it, it was supposed to wear him down. It just wasn't supposed to wear his Minder down. Jacob could feel the laughs and stares on his naked butt as he left the lunch room, and it didn't help that he had a new feature on his front side to give glee to every student he was passing, namely several streaks of cum on his chest, stomach, face, and in the hair on his head --- a sight with texture and smell that was obvious to many, especially the older boys.
"Where are we going . . . I mean . . . uh . . .sir?" Trying to reshape his demand into something a bit more servile.
During this whole day, Ben had pretty much avoided looking at his naked friend - he just had zero interest in seeing Jacob's junk, his backside, and for that matter his back, chest or legs. Just no interest, no curiosity. But being with a totally naked boy all day was wearing on him; he was becoming increasingly uncomfortable and physically and mentally tired of his responsibility. It certainly didn't help any that this boy now had streaks of cum down the front of him.
"Your gym class hasn't let out, yet. We're going down to the gym so you can shower."
"Oh . . . no . . . . please, no . . .sir or whatever you want to be called, Ben . . . . please don't do this to me. Not in front of all the guys in my gym. No. They'll just now be coming back in to change in the locker rooms!"
Jacob had stopped and looked like he was going to try and wipe some of the cum off, though you could tell he was thinking first as to how exactly he was going to do that.
"If you wipe any of that off, I'll ask the guys in your Gym class if they want to add to it."
Jacob looked up in terror at his best friend and minder. He wouldn't REALLY do that, would he?
Shit. He would.
"And when we get to the Gym, we're going to give some of the pals in your class, and maybe some of the guys you don't like, the opportunity to take a swipe at your ass with the coach's paddle."
"Why?" Jacob couldn't help it. The whining question just slipped out.
"Because you continue to question what you've been told to do. You don't get it, Jacob, that these two days you have to be naked are only two days if you do what you're supposed to do. If you don't, they'll just make them longer. Did you read any of the NUDEP posters they've put up?"
He hadn't, at least not here, even Ben had only glanced at one of the ones that gave the basis of the program and its justifications. Jacob had seen some at the courthouse yesterday afternoon when he was remanded to the program by Judge Halley, but Ben had yet to ask what happened at that hearing, and Jacob wasn't going to offer any details. The required induction after sentencing was horrible enough, but some of what he had heard went on in this program just gave him the willies. When they arrived at the Gym, the students were indeed just about to head to the locker room, and Jacob's re-entrance on to the scene caused a bigger splash than Ben had guessed.
What else could be expected when you take a naked 13 year old boy wearing a hot pink collar and matching bracelets, his chest and face streaked with cum, and lead him into a large room with 60+ 11-14 year old boys all hopped up exercise-fueled testosterone or, for some, needing a fall guy to distract from their lack of testosterone? Jacob was like an unwrapped-wrapped early Christmas present for them. And when Ben explained that some of them could take a swing at his naked backside with the coach's paddle (an old-school wooden paddle), the line formed instantly, with about 40 of the kids in it, including Noah Claypoole, one of their other close friends.
Ben decided to just pick ten kids, which the Coach agreed was a nice round number, and he was sure to include Jacob's closer friends, which Jacob hated that he did, meaning Noah and two other friends, Carter Dawson and Paul Barr, and also some of the guys Jacob simply could not stand ( a mutual feeling on Ben's part), including Greg Stokes and Shawn Rose. Jacob REALLY hated that. He then picked Pearson Lawford, an insufferably haughty boy, sort of the male equivalent of Janet Tellers (Jacob may have hated that pick the absolute most).
Then Ben picked Kelson Meyers, a totally geek 7th grade kid who was an Elf Lord, or something, in one of his online RPG pursuits, and Drake Stratton, a scrawny kid, also in 7th grade, who was one of the boys happy to see a diversion from being picked on. Especially since Jacob had done a lot of the picking-on. Ben rounded out the list with two of the more energetic and stronger looking 6th graders, Danny Sonderson and Josh Fornette. The last four picks just served to excruciate the already elevated humiliation for Jacob.
Noah and Carter, both thinking that it was all in fun, to some extent, surprisingly didn't hold back in their swings, and they brought out some fairly big yelps of surprise and pain out of their friend. Paul wasn't nearly so cruel, but this was more than made up for by Greg and Shawn, both of whom taunted the poor bent-over boy severely before letting loose with swings that they had put their whole bodies into. Even Ben and the Coach winced at these. Those could leave bruises.
Pearson's swing was weak, but the biggest bite in his was just having to listen to his 20
second uppity harangue before he spanked Jacob, that and the fact that Jacob would forever
have to go through his life knowing Pearson Lawford had spanked him. Kelson, the Elf Lord,
didn't have nearly the upper strength as Greg and Shawn, but he made up for this in
strategy, and the placement of his strike, low on the buttocks (after setting Jacob's low
hanging balls into swinging motion with the tip of the paddle) brought out the greatest,
and most sickening, cry of pain and anguish.
Drake's wimpiness was almost a welcome hit after Kelson, but Danny and Josh proved themselves as capable as the eighth graders in giving some good hard spanks, with enough recoil to produced the most acute stings of the whole bunch. By the end of it, Jacob was sobbing openly and had added some snot to the cum on his face. He was sent into the 7th grade showers, with the Coach transferring responsibility to the Elf Lord.
(Jacob later moaned to Ben that Kelson never shut up once about his useless and boring online adventures, all the while the other 7th graders laughed, and Jacob was forced to pretend he was at least somewhat interested. Kelson even ended up going into the showers with him, something the boy never did, and continued talking the whole time they were in there. It was in the showers, which only a few other kids took, that Jacob noticed Kelson would take prolonged peaks at his dick and balls. It wasn't getting the kid excited, his own not-overly-impressive dick stayed flaccid, but he also didn't hide the fact that he was looking. He seemed more curious about the 8th grader's visually accessible equipment than anything else. Jacob was mildly surprised at how plump the younger boy's own balls were, and that he had a nice, if not sparse, pubic patch above his dick and balls, with wiry hairs blacker than the dark hair on his head.)
While Jacob was being 'entertained' by the Elf Lord, Ben waited outside in the Gym. He wandered over to one of the newer NUDEP posters that was exhibited near the doors. He read, with some horror, the things this new, or just now being enforced, judicial program could do to youthful offenders. It was terrible. Ben knew he HAD to stay off this list. All the tortures of the day for Jacob would be the same that Ben would feel JUST simply by being naked in front of others.
But the informational poster was scary. There were some out-of-court options for parents there, but briefly described; however all official NUDEP levels required court appointment and oversight. Additionally the court would appoint a Principal Minder [PM], generally a sibling or neighbor child, to share responsibility with and under the parents for the Offenders safety and adherence to Program requirements and expectations. There may also be Community Minders [CM] appointed for areas or times when the Principal Minder is structurally and/or functionally unable to operate. These Minders would retain nearly all the same powers and responsibilities as the Principal. Finally, Temporary Minders [TM] with reduced powers and responsibilities may be assigned by the Parents, the PM or the CM for short time periods, sometimes for the purpose of increasing HEP (Humiliation, Embarrassment, and Pain).
Each level had a specified 'induction' and a set time period with governances and allowances for extensions above the base level. Each level required some form of HEP, and all offenders had to wear identification of the program and level, usually a bright pink collar emblazoned with 'NUDEP' on the sides and a dog tag that contained a readable microchip with the offenders vital information and program designation and allowances, and two bright pink bracelets with the program level imprinted.
According to the informational poster, there were 5 such levels of NUDEP:
Level 0 - The lowest level of NUDEP in our attempts to reform young minds and behaviours, this level is for mild disturbances in a child's behaviour that are not easily remediable by regular home methods. Inductions are conducted with family or family representatives only. This level is divided into several court options that are not considered sublevels:
Underwear only - The child will be required to wear a revealing underwear, which is to say minimal cloth that is fitting to underlying forms. An example of the maximum coverage allowed is a standard white BVD. One size lower is encouraged, and no-fly, mid to low-rise pouch briefs made from a flimsy material are highly recommended for boys. This is enforceable to 72 hours without re-adjudication.
Opposite gender allocation (Boys) - In this option, which can also be used for the
at-home shorter term parental orders, the boy will be required to wear female panties.
This is particularly useful when the outbursts are related to a lack of appreciation or
respect for women or girls. This can be assigned for a minimum of 2 days to a maximum of 5
days and must be combined with social sensitivity training.
All options under Level Zero are considered equal level options and may be applied several times as needed for the offender. However, more than three in a one month period, more than four in a three month period, or more than six in a six month period requires registration as a Level One NUDEP at sublevel b or c.
Level Zero Offenders (LZO) will be available for viewing purposes only. An LZO can be requested to show any part of his body in any reasonable pose, but may not be touched. An LZO may not be commanded to masturbate to completion by anyone except his/her parents, though the Minder may order the offender to play with his or her genitalia. All questions put to the offender must be answered honestly and fully, no matter how personal or embarrassing. Only family matters and reasonable confidences held for innocent others are exempt from answering. Any lies or cover ups will be dealt with HARSHLY.
Spanking is available at the hand or direction of the Principal Minder, or other empowered Community Minders, but this is reserved for failure to 1) meet program requirements, 2) follow reasonable directions, 3) perform adequately at schoolwork and household tasks, or 4) show proper respect.
Level 1 - The initial level for community disturbances that might involve police or significant school mediation or multiple offenses that in single form would otherwise constitute a Level Zero. This level is necessary when the offender requires substantial mild to moderate punishment as well as corrective measures. L1 allows anything allowed under LZ (and conversely any mandatory requirement for an LZO is also a mandatory requirement for an L1O, unless otherwise specified), but also with graduated zones of increasing intensity loosely defined into 3 sublevels:
L1aO - There is still no touching allowed, but it is allowed for the Minder to demand
Offender masturbate to completion for any erection of the Offender. Induction may be made
public. No anal or oral punishment components. Regular mild to moderate spankings will be
assigned by the court. An Alternate Punishment Areas (APA) visit to a neighboring county
facility is allowed. Hours are adjustable by Court.
L1bO - Touching of the Offender's body is allowable by Minder; use with caution. Regular public masturbation is expected. Public induction is encouraged. No anal component punishments, but oral services requirements may be instituted in rare and unusual circumstances. Spankings may be adjusted by the school. An APA visit or two to a neighboring county facility is encouraged, and may be required. Lesser interactives, such as holding hands with another offender, or receiving oral sex are allowable. Hours may be further adjustable by School or other appointed body.
L1cO - Touching of the Offender's body is allowed by any other child within three
years age range, by Minder, Parents, School officials, or other children so designated by
the Court or other authorities. Public masturbation is mandatory. Induction must have a
public component. Anal components may include allowed fingering of Offender, or the use of
artificial devices in controlled APA settings. An oral service may be required at such
APA's, at the discretion of parents, the court, or the particular APA governing body. At
least one additional moderate community spanking, aside from induction, is required. An
APA visit is required. Interactives, such as kissing another Offender, are allowable.
Hours are mildly adjustable by Minder, with oversight.
Level 2 - This level is designed for repeat offenders in a single offense, or multiple offenses across a variety of misdemeanors with a record of prior intervention, or for offenses with the intent or possibility of substantial harm to another. Anything that would involve juvenile incarceration MUST begin at Level 2 or higher. Prior allowances and mandates for Levels Zero and One carry over and are considered as default, unless otherwise specified. This level also has graduated zones of increasing intensity loosely defined into 3 sublevels:
L2aO - Touching allowed for anyone younger or three years older. Public masturbations
are considered normal and are expected. Inductions must be fully public. Anal components
may be used at APA or Community Events with artificial devices. Oral servicing punishments
are more likely and may be encouraged, per Court discretion. Regular mild to moderate
punishments are required in the home and at school, in addition to at least one moderate
community spanking. At least one APA visit is required. Interactives, such as making out
with another Offender, are allowable, and school use of Offender for various class
demonstrations is encouraged.
L2bO - May consider making induction a Community Event, or may have two separate inductions. Artificial device anal component at APA encouraged, and may be used in home or school, particularly in the form of seat pegs. Oral servicing, or the performance of oral sex by the Offender, is required in some form on a regular basis. Daily mild or regular moderate spanking or other corporal punishments expected. At least two APA visits expected. Back to back visits may be required, but will not count as two separate visits. Multiple interactives expected. May involve Peer adjustment of hours.
L2cO - Private Family induction and Community Induction both required. Artificial
anal devices required in punishments. Oral sex must be performed on demand to peers two
years or two grades above and younger. Upper and lower daily or weekly limits may be set
by Court, but generally no lower than three per day. Must involve boys with the ability to
produce sperm and all sperm must be swallowed to count for the daily minimum.
Non-swallowed oral servicing or swallowing without prior oral servicing may be
additionally required by Minder. Mandatory oral service MUST be provided on the spot
whenever an L1cO is encountered for the first time in the day and/or in the evening, male
or female. Daily mild or periodic moderate spanking or other corporal punishments
mandatory. At least two separate APA visits required. At least some Public interactive
with other Offenders required. Lower threshold for extension of hours.
Level 3 - This level further expands the oral service requirement with a higher per day minimum, and often no maximums. Daily spankings are a minimum requirement and may be mild to moderate, but periodic school, community, and APA punishments will become more varied and must be moderate to harsh. There is increased public time required. Anal punishment with artificial devices is routine and organic anal punishments are introduced in APA settings (at least once is mandatory for L3bO), possibly outside the APA as well, with close Court restrictions (usually L3cO). Offenders must contribute ideas to vary or make more difficult an APA punishment, as well as provide school demonstrations. Masturbation privileges may be suspended.
Level 4 - This level requires time some time spent in an outside processing or
correctional center, as well as step down periods before allowed out of the program. Oral
servicing is quite common and expected, and organic anal insertion is increasingly common,
as well a possibility for public performance with another Offender Level 2b and up. No
masturbation is allowed - period.
Any poor behaviours in any level from 1 to 4 will result in additional program time, APA time, corporal punishment, or some combination thereof. Violent behaviours while in the program will demand an upward adjustment as well. Fights at school while in the program will demand an upward adjustment of a minimum of two sublevels, plus a restart of the original program time frame, in a synergistic accordance with the school's zero tolerance policy.
A cold chill ran all the way down Ben's back and up again as he read further and further down the levels. It was like a descent into Hell. He had no clue what they meant by 'oral servicing requirements' until he read a bit farther. But then he kept arguing with himself that that surely couldn't mean what it seemed increasingly obvious to mean. They would not authorize that, would they? Actually require that? No way in Hell.
But it was Hell. Nothing could be clearer. Either stay on the straight and narrow, or be sentenced to it. This went way beyond Humiliation, Embarrassment and Pain (which Ben thought was already so unfair even at its mildest) as far as Ben was concerned, but his command of English wasn't yet great enough to find the right words he thought would fit. It was definitely a motivational poster, of sorts, for keeping your nose clean. No way in hell would anyone want to start down these paths, and that was about the surest thing he could say of it.
"Hey, Ben, I'm ready. And Coach Chivery gave me two passes for us: one for me in case we're late and a Hall Pass for you to get back to Gym. Hey, what's wrong? You don't look so good."
"I've just been reading the horrors of this new program you're in."
"Oh right, that. I tried not to read too far when they showed it to me. The level I was in sounded scary enough."
"You should read it, Jacob. You really do not want to get any deeper than this Level."
"Tell me something I don't know, Ben." Jacob said, as if Ben were an idiot.
"I think I am. You don't seem to get it. You aren't taking this seriously; I mean, I know you think you are, but answering me like you just did shows you aren't. I'm doing this one because I'm your friend, Jacob. I would feel a lot worse than just throwing up if I had to make you do the stuff in Level Two."
"Ben . . . I---"
"No, Jacob. Stop a couple of these 6th graders, somebody you find obnoxious or demeaning and beg them on your knees to spank you twice each."
"What?? . . .Ben---!!"
"Make it three 6th graders. I swear, Jacob, I'm doing this for you. I couldn't take it if I had to be your Minder in Level Two. You gotta get it straight how they want you to behave and answer, or they'll take you back in. At least, they can . . . . . and I'm fairly certain they would. . . . . . Now, Jacob. Or I'll ask for a repeat with my own Gym class when they start coming in."
Jacob stared in shock for a few seconds more and mumbled a 'yes, sir' before turning to intercept a small group of the scrawnier, and slightly weirder, 6th graders. He startled them at first when he fell to his knees right there and begged for three of them to spank him, two spanks each. Most of the boys still thought it might be a cruel joke and were hesitant, but at least two had seriously licked their lips at the thought of this.
The cockier kid of the bunch sneered down at Jacob and said, "Hold on, we'll do it, but only if all five of us get to."
"Um . . . . OK, maybe one spank each?"
"No, no," the cocky kid said. "No deal unless you admit you really need all five of us to do it twice."
Jacob flushed half with anger, that he was fortunately able to suppress, and half with embarrassment that he simply couldn't hide, as he swallowed whatever pride that had remained and begged all five boys to give him the spanking he deserved, as well as offering that he would bend over wherever they wanted, if they would please do it quickly. In the end, the cocky alpha boy of the five had Jacob bend over the bleachers closest to the door to the rest of the school, thus allowing, at the change of classes, a much broader audience to witness as the formerly proud and bullyish 8th grader took ten licks in subjection from five meager 6th graders. It was the highlight of the semester for the five administering the spanks.
The absolute worst part was that these five punks were in his regular Gym class, for the rest of the year.
Jacob had a lot of trouble walking to his class after that, doing a very strange step involving wider steps to ease the rub and narrower to keep his nuts from being so obvious on view, and tip toeing gingerly versus trying to walk quickly so as not to be any later. When Ben finally arrived back at the Gym, he was dressing out mostly alone in the locker room, as only the stragglers weren't yet out on the mats, but once again he felt like throwing up. He managed not to, but only because he really did not want a repeat trip to the nurse's office.
On the way out to the buses after school, Ben was stopped by the school principal and the Angel he had seen that morning. He sent Jacob over to be examined by a group of giggling 6th grade girls so he could hear what they had to say privately.
"Jacob," The principal, Mrs. Wakeford, said to him, about as kindly as her hard persona allowed. She wasn't a mean person, but she had a highly principled exactitude for correct behaviour and judicious administration. She was actually quite benevolent and nice, in her own way. "I believe that you have already met Mrs. Pickwick, one of our Community Angels."
"Yes, ma'am. Hello Mrs. Pickwick, I hope I did well today, or at least OK." Ben was understandably nervous after reading that poster in the Gym.
"Well, I did have my doubts," the Angel, Mrs. Pickwick, said, "upon hearing this was your best friend. I'm not terribly inclined to trust boys, in general, with the maturity to do what is right, much less actually be fair and hard on their best friend. But you have surprised me, Mr. Scruggs."
"Um . . . . . is that a good thing . . . . ma'am?"
Both Mrs. Pickwick and Mrs. Wakeford smiled lightly at what he asked. That meant either it definitely was a good thing, or everything was very quickly about to become a very bad thing.
"Ben," his principal began, "I more than had doubts when I heard that you were going to be Jacob's Minder. It was like asking Carelessness to be the Minder of Danger. So I had the teachers follow and monitor you very closely. Every report I received, however, was a minimum of satisfactory, with a couple that were quite praising of you. Not just of your handling of Jacob, but of yourself. There was one curious report about a visit to the nurse's office. . . . . ."
"Yes, ma'am," Ben blushed. "I . . . . . I sort of felt . . . . . ."
"Nauseous?"
"Yes, ma'am, with all the stuff I had to make Jacob do."
"Well, it woudn't do any good if you felt absolutely nothing but glee. Our goal isn't to turn everyone else into sadistic little kids. But I can't have you feeling sorry for Jacob just because he's your friend."
"No, ma'am. It's not that. It's just . . . . well . . . . it just got harder and harder to do it. Throwing up was kind of a relief. I still tried to do a good job."
"And you did," the Angel said. Mrs. Pickwick looked a lot more kindly when she was smiling (and when you weren't in trouble).
Mrs. Wakeford nodded as well. "Yes, Ben, you did a fine job. Do you feel this was merited?"
Almost every fiber in his being was straining to shout 'NO!'. How could anything like this program actually be merited? But he knew that wasn't the answer she was looking for; and there WAS a way he could answer this honestly.
"I think, Mrs. Wakeford . . . .and, uh, Mrs. Pickwick . . . . that me and Jacob . . . I mean, Jacob and I . . . . . . have both learned an awful lot today. So, I think that's been good."
"Wisely stated, Ben," Mrs. Wakeford said with a smile. She was no dummy. "Do you think Jacob is ready to rejoin his classmates clothed?"
He knew the 'right' answer for that one as well. "I think . . . . I think he still needs that second day, but he's catching on quick."
"And what about you?" She asked that with a slight tilt to both her head and her voice, as if she was waiting for some particular answer.
"Me? I . . . . um . . . . . to be honest . . . . . I know I don't deserve any breaks at all, but I don't want to be his Minder again tomorrow. I've felt sick all day long. And I kind of feel worn out from it; but like I said, I know I don't deserve better. So, I'll still do it tomorrow, and I'll even try to do better."
The poor boy was almost sweating as he said this. He was waiting for an answer, any answer, really, while Mrs. Wakeford continued to examine him, looking for something else. Mrs. Pickwick smiled at him, so that at least was comforting. Finally Mrs. Wakeford gave him an answer:
"I think you did a fantastic job, Ben. I am proud of you; and I certainly hope we will see more of this responsible behaviour from you in the future. It is way overdue."
"Yes, ma'am," Ben answered with a slight blush. "You will."
"Good. I hope so. I will definitely be expecting it. As for tomorrow, you get a break. The Marley's had even more reservations than I did about our choice for a Minder, despite my telling them that by fifth period, you were doing an excellent job. All the same, they have asked that another child be assigned that responsibility tomorrow - a neighbor boy named Michael Dorrit. Michael is in the 7th grade."
"Michael doesn't ride the bus, Mrs. Wakeford."
"He will tomorrow. But you will take little Jacob back to his house this afternoon - your mother has already been informed - and stay with him until his brother Sam arrives home. At that time your duties are over. My advice would be for you to go home at that point."
"I think that's good advice, Mrs. Wakeford."
"Oh, and Ben, you may find in the future that your welcome at the Marley house is not as . . . . . . . evident . . . as it used to be."
Ben wasn't sure what Mrs. Wakeford meant in that last statement, but he felt much more relaxed on the way home on the bus. One task down. Two Spirits and two tasks to go. Plus he would get his hair back. And his nuts and dick size. He was still feeling that loss acutely.
He just had Jacob play with himself idly on the bus, but the constant teasing had gotten the boy hard and perversely horny, and during one bus jolt too many while grasping his dick, the resultant hard downstroke caused another pulsing of sperm onto his chest, one that he had just barely managed to proclaim before shooting it. Ben once again made Jacob wear it, something the bus driver approved of, obviously, by her parting comments as the two boys got off at Jacob's stop.
Once at the Marley house, Ben made Jacob trim the hedges outside, then do few exercises on the porch, with returning kids laughing as they walked from the bus stops to home. Afterward he finally let the boy get another shower and then settle in to study, especially for the work missed in first period. That was about when Sam came home from football practice and took over control of his former 'big brother'. He was impatient for Ben to leave and seemed completely disinterested in any apologies that Ben wanted to make for yesterday.
Ben finally left, though he had a knot in his stomach as he overheard Sam's words to Jacob: "I know Ben's been easy on you all day, so your sorry self is gonna make up for it tonight! Mom and dad said so!!"
Ben went home and got started on his own homework, taking a half-hour break to play some basketball with Tim at their broken down hoop in their driveway. The fact that they needed a new hoop reminded Ben of another promise he had made to himself when the Spirit of Christmas Past visited him last night.
"Hey, Ben," Timmy asked uncertainly. "Can you wait for me at my bus stop tomorrow?"
Ben just thought his little brother was eager to form bonds with this new and improved older brother, at least he honestly hoped he would be improved; but Tim also had something to prove to a few kids on the bus. He really wasn't alone in the world. He had a big, strong, popular older brother that waited for him (at times, hopefully) and also watched out for him (also hopefully).
"I can't tomorrow. I really have something important to do tomorrow."
"Can I go with you?"
"Not tomorrow. But the next day, I'll definitely be there waiting for you."
Tim didn't know if that would really happen. Two whole days was a long time for this new Ben to change his mind and go back to the old Ben and just not show up. Tim felt he needed to strike while the iron was hot (or at least in the little kid analogy of that). But this offer was better than nothing. He smiled weakly and said OK. He could be happy enough for that.
Ben went to bed early that night exhausted by the day. Exhausted, but somewhat satisfied. He had actually completed the task. One down, two to go. Part of him hoped that he could hurry up and just get this over with, and part of him, the emotionally exhausted part just hoped that whoever the next Spirit of Christmas was, that maybe he would be kind enough to give him the night off and just let him sleep.
Ben closed his eyes, wondering what sleep would bring him, dreams, or visitations . . . . . . . . . . .