An 'X'mas Carol Part Two, Chapter 9

An 'X'mas Carol Part Two, Chapter 9
By Jaech Reiter
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Part Two, Chapter 9

"Oh my goodness!" The Inductor called out to the blubbering Ben, who was still going after several minutes, several minutes where he hadn't even realized that the paddle had been put away, and he was no longer getting spanked. He also had a grip on those handholds that, though he was extra careful not to squeeze too tight, the devil himself would have difficulty prying him off of those.

"You cry more than any little baby I've ever seen," the man continued, in a voice that clearly showed his disgust and disappointment with Ben as a representative of the male gender (of course, all of his words, tones, and actions were designed to purposely belittle and break down the kid, as was the fake-out on giving even more spanks). "It's one thing not to have jack squat between your legs, which you don't, but you could at least act like you're out of Kindergarten!!"

The Hayward brothers began laughing in earnest at the man belittling the still sobbing boy reduced before them. Ordinarily their parents might have just turned them over right there and asked to borrow that fancy new paddle; except the Judge had already told them earlier what to expect and that their boys should be encouraged to participate actively in the re-education of this bully. All the same, Mrs. Hayward's hand almost reflexively went out to grab the nearest laughing son, but a shake of her husband's head stopped her. And the boys got to laugh at Ben unhindered, as did his own sister.

Sam, on the other hand, had a more curious expectation on his face. It almost seemed like the laughing distracted from the principal aim – the pain. Except Sam really wasn't interested in the Pain as much as the Humiliation and in seeing the boy brought low. It was just that Sam felt celebrating was a little premature. He wanted to see more.

"Stand up, Boy!" The man commanded, as he turned off the ankle restraints.

Ben didn't want to. He was sure it was a trap. It wasn't that he wanted to stay in this compromising and embarrassing situation, and he definitely didn't want to be spanked any more, but he more than certainly didn't want to let go of the handgrips. His nuts and intestines were still aching from the last however-many jolts he had received. He couldn't even count in his memory how many there had been. For that matter, he didn't want to REMEMBER how many there had been. They ached. His poor, poor nuts. And he couldn't take another neural kick to the crotch.

"I said, Let go and Stand Up, boy!"

But before Ben could communicate his fear, the man sighed and touched a button on the wall and Ben almost crumpled in the agony of a simulated, well placed kick into the groin, square on the balls. He yelped and groaned in deep agony that he hadn't even let go. It wasn't fair.

"Fair? Since when did you worry about fair? Do you want another?"

Ben shook his head and tried to mumble 'no, sir', but his body was wracked with so much anguish that he simply could not get the words out. As he experimentally let go, though, he was going to try and stand once he realized that The Encourager was indeed turned off, except that what happened was just that his body rather slid off the punishing bench and would have hit the floor limp, if the Inductor hadn't caught him and hauled him up to an upright position, more or less. But even that hurt – AND generated more laughs among the other four kids.

After a minute or so, he could more or less slump in an upright position, still wanting to throw up, wanting to rub his ass but afraid of both the Inductor and his own sensitive ass to even try, and wanting to figure out why it felt like lead weights were in his throbbing small nuts. Small, but they were packing a walloping pulsation of dull pain throughout his body. Meanwhile his ass literally felt like it was on fire, and it also felt that if he were to try and sit, that he might actually break something inside. He was shaking from the strong residues of pain, in a cold sweat, on the verge of being unconscious, and being given all kinds of instructions he could only half remember.

"And it is solely your responsibility to remember every bit of that."

That was actually the only thing he could remember being said.

Next his sister was called forward and allowed to change out his LZO collar to one of the higher level ones with the embedded locking mechanisms. The Hayward brothers were invited forward and allowed to change out his bracelets out to the L1aO ones. Finally, Sam was called forward and a Minder bracelet was placed on his wrist.

"This allows you to lock and unlock his restraints," the Bailiff said, "as well as a few other things that we will go over in private. You will be taking him to the Winter Carnival . . . ."

"YES!" Sam was in heaven now. Ben just slipped a little in the opposite direction.

"But I remind you, young Mr. Marley, that this little boy will be in your care and will be YOUR responsibility. Do you understand that? And can you agree with that?" The lady Bailiff asked him.

"Yes, ma'am!! No problems there. I was in charge of my brother for a couple days. I can handle little Ben, too."

"OK, then. He's yours for the afternoon and evening. When your parents are ready for you to be done, hand him off to Mrs. Scruggs or to Timmy, and your duties will be done. Continue to wear the bracelet, however, until his time in NUDEP is complete, which will be Monday morning. Timmy will be given his own bracelet."

Fran tried to complain to their mom, but was overridden, being told that this punishment was for Ben being a bully to Timmy and Sam specifically. Fran, at least, knew better than to argue in that place. She wasn't nearly as stupid as Cheryl Prentiss, the girl from Sam's school.

The only good thing that happened in that after-spank time, was that Ben was sent off with Mrs. Marley and Sam without waiting for Timmy. That way Timmy wouldn't see his ass practically glowing bright red, nor have to see his ginger walk out to the car, keeping his legs apart since his worked-over rumps felt raw and blistered, and wincing with every movement that sent his extraordinarily sore nutsack swinging. He overheard that with normal use, the marks of the paddle faded after two hours, though the pain continued sometime after that. He was guessing his ass wasn't an example of 'after normal use'. Still, at least Timmy wouldn't see him still sobbing from the continued pain.

The other good thing was that Jacob was grounded still, and as such not allowed to go to Winter Carnival. That would be a very good thing, as far as Ben was concerned. He would have felt a bit guilty being at least glad about that, considering what he had put Jacob through, but he knew that neither of them wanted to be involved with the other's punishment. Jacob, for one, wasn't looking for retribution.

Sam, on the other hand . . . . . .

Ben had thought maybe they would go and get lunch and then head out to the Carnival so Mrs. Marley could shop the many stalls, and he and Sam would follow along until the rides and games started at 3pm. That's the time he was really dreading. But he soon found he had a whole new dread:

"Wait, we're going to the mall?"

This wasn't The Mall, as in the downtown mall, which was basically a wide open street converted into gardens and pedestrian walkways with stores on either end. This was the real deal five anchor stores and teenage mecca American mall, located halfway between Grove Lake and Coldwell over in Bunsen County, a place full of old money retirees. Granted, the Anchor stores were smaller than some of the bigger versions in the larger cities, but the point was that he was going somewhere that was packed with people. No matter how many people were going to the Winter Carnival, on a Saturday in December all malls were packed. And despite the distance from Grove Lake, there was a good chance he would know a few of them.

"Mrs. Scruggs, do we really want to go to a mall on a Saturday? I mean, it can be packed, maybe we should----"

"Maybe you should remember the situation you are in, Benjamin." She said, cutting him off. "Now, I can guarantee you that I will be nicer than Mr. Marley, though I'm not sure I'll be able to persuade him from ending your friendship with Jacob. That, after all, might be for the best."

"What? No! You can't! Me and Jac---"

"WHILE you are with me," she said, talking over the scared boy, and telling what was what in no uncertain terms, "I will treat you like my own son; which means, any arguing – period! – and I will turn you over my knee so fast in that Mall and make you beg for that Inductor back. Do you understand me?"

Ben gulped. He had never seen Mrs. Marley like this. "Yes, ma'am. I . . . I understand."

"Good, then we can continue being pleasant. Oh, the same goes for any disrespect you show toward Sam while he is your Minder. You follow his directions. There are no 'suggestions'. He says it, you do it. If it becomes an issue, I'll handle it. Severely. Everyone good with that?"

Both Ben and Sam nodded and said 'yes, ma'am,' though one was smiling to beat the band and one was starting to shake again.

After walking in, and of course with every soul pointing, laughing, and more than a few taking pictures with their cell phones (it technically wasn't allowed, but word on the program was still getting around), and every blessed person making Ben feel smaller and smaller, which in his present state wasn't good, he figured he would be trailing behind Mrs. Marley as she went shopping, probably for Sam, to buy him clothes, that's why his mom usually drug him along, but instead she gave Sam some money just inside the doors and told him she would meet him back there in two hours.

"There's enough there for both of you to get some lunch and for you to play some games, or maybe even buy something small."

"I brought something small with me," Sam joked and hooked his thumb back to indicate Ben. His mom smiled; Ben, of course, blushed. He would never get use to the puns and ridicule; even now, just from the simple nature of being naked in a public place, he was fighting simultaneous urges to scream and wake himself from Nightmare on Freaked-Out Street, or to just turn and run, or maybe even spontaneously combust. He would seriously choose that option if he could right now.

"If he gives you any problems, you just alert Mall security."

"Yes, ma'am, thanks mom!"

She shot one last warning look at Ben, but even she wasn't sure he even noticed. He looked like a deer in headlights, except a deer that already knew what a car could do to him. She walked away and left the boys on their own.

"NO . . . . . WAY! . . . .O – M – G !! Ben Scruggs!!????"

A blond girl (dyed) from his class walked up. She had heard that Ben Scruggs got in trouble yesterday with that new law, but seeing REALLY is believing. All Ben could think was , oh shit, noooooooo . . . . . and his face showed it, too.

"I take it you guys know each other?" Sam asked, all smiles. Yes! The first catch of the day.

Oh yeah, they knew each other. Jenny was Ben's first kiss back in the spring, shortly after he had turned 13. And before he realized how annoying she was. Before the bad 'break-up.' Now she was going out with Brad Corwin, somebody that Ben had never really gotten along with.

"I don't know, Ben, do we know each other?" She said with a sly smile, "I would have to say no; I mean, it doesn't look like Little Ben will be 'knowing' anyone for a really long time."

Jenny and the three girls she was with all started laughing, moving beyond the giggling they had done when they first came up. They giggled even harder when his penis started to fill out and expand at being exposed to Jenny.

"Oh, how cute," one of the girls, named Chandra, squealed, "his little thingy is starting to stand up!"

"It's just like my little baby brother's when he starts to play with himself," said another girl.

"Isn't he, like, four?"

"Yeah, but they look the same."

Ben blushed severely; he didn't look anything like a four year old! At least, he hoped. He desperately wanted to cover up, but the fire that STILL burned in his ass reminded him that that would be a very bad idea. He knew one of the other three girls, and recognized another as from their school. Soon it wasn't just Jenny teasing him, but all four.

"You see, Jenny, he had always been happy to see you, you were just never able to tell."

The girls all laughed a new.

"Yeah, good thing you ended up with Brad, instead of Tiny Tim here."

That one cut deep, on several levels. One, because it was Jenny he was standing awkwardly in front of; two, because they were comparing him so poorly, especially in the manhood department, to Brad Corwin; and three because that was exactly what he had called his little brother when he had humiliated him at the Bus Stop. 'Tiny Tim.' And, of course, four, because he was standing naked and erect in the middle of the mall. The casually tossed out quip was potent enough to make him feel about three inches tall, except for the fact that he was painfully aware of: he couldn't even hit three inches.

Jenny and another girl eventually wandered behind the boy and looked down at his nice, tight ass – saying while they did so that since there was 'nothing very interesting up front,' they wondered aloud what he might have to show in back. He had always had a nice butt, even nicer than Brad's, and part of Jenny hoped that it was still the case when totally naked as it had been in jeans.

Unfortunately, what he had to show was a severely inflamed ass, which prompted a whole round of new questions, even gaining and audience from other kids and adults walking by. Ben was forced to explain to everyone that he was a bully and exactly how he was being punished, including telling them about the induction.

"He was crying like a baby on the very first one!" Sam said with a bit of a sneer and getting a lot of laughs from kids and adults alike. One of the girls pulled out her cell phone and aimed it at the hairless 'little boy' before them and snapped a picture – except that Sam put his hand infront of the lens right before the camera snapped.

"Sorry, girls. No pictures. Anyone who doesn't follow the rules, may, and probably will, end up just like him."

That got her to quickly put the camera away, though Ben could swear that he thought he heard a few other clicks in the crowd. Sam's own stomach began rumbling then, and he pulled Ben away to go into the Food Court.

"First we're going to make a pit stop." He said, and then drug Ben along into the arcade just off the food court.

"Please Sam, not the arcade!"

"What? What was that?" Sam asked a bit angrily.

"It's . . . . . it's just that . . . . . ." Ben looked desperately into Sam's eyes and saw absolutely no mercy there in the 11 year old. And at that point he'd rather just give in and go in the arcade than be spanked in the middle of the mall, spanked until he likely cried, and then drug in there anyway with tears streaming down his face. He was barely holding back tears as was.

"Yes, Ben? Have something to say?"

Ben shook his head, but then knew that wouldn't cut it. "No, sir."

"You sure?"

"Well, it's just . . . . that I really want to go into the arcade with you."

"And?"

"And do whatever it is you want me to do . . . . . sir."

"It's about time you start learning, Little Ben." Sam said with a smile and drug the unhappy boy in. "Wave to your friends; don't be rude, Ben."

Ben waved to a few people, most of whom pointed and laughed back at him. No one here was really a 'friend' of his, but he recognized a few from school. And he couldn't help but hear the snickers, guffaws, and the occasional surprised voices say,

'Hey, that's Ben Scruggs!'

'Dude, he's naked!'

'And fucking tiny, man. Look at that!'

'Look at what? It's like we're looking at a little girl.'

'Freak probably has a slit between his legs.'

Ben wanted to yell out, Hey! It's not that bad. But then, he REALLY didn't want to yell that out.

Sam drug him past the cool games and toward a back section.

"Sam, this is where all the role playing games, and weird sh-uh . . . stuff . . . is."

"I know."

He was going to counter that only the Geeks ever came back here, but he decided he should just keep quiet whenever possible. Let Sam play whatever game he wanted to play. It wasn't any of his business. Just concentrate on getting through the day, Ben. At least that's what he told himself. Today, he was really perpetually working on just getting through the next minute.

When they reached the back room, they found exactly what Ben figured they would. A bunch of geek guys (and a couple of geek girls), the kind of kids lost in fantasy and other world realities such that they don't seem to understand simple elements of presentation in this world – meaning, no sense of fashion, no sense of how to make themselves look good, lower social cues on the broader scale, and a general lack of ability versus disinterest in walking into new situations (on this world) with confidence and/or debonair. And, usually, a complete lack of physical activity/prowess.

That's not to say they were all overweight with mussed-up, unkempt hair and wearing an unfashionable T-shirt with dark grey sweat pants and thick glasses that they have to keep pushing up their face. No, that stereotype was simply relegated to the first boy of one of the subgroups in the RPG room that they encountered. And every boy in this group, including Stereotype, went to Palm Drive Middle School, home of the Fighting Fronds (yes, that was, unfortunately, really their mascot). Ben, regrettably, recognized all of them, as he and Jacob had tormented each of them at one time or another.

"Whoa, Sam, another one?"

Ben got a chill. Jacob could have warned him about this.

"Yeah," said another boy, "First your brother, and now the Benjinator."

It wasn't Ben's nickname – never had been; but only a geek would come up with it like he was suddenly being witty and original, he thought. And only geeks would laugh at that. Which they did. This meeting was, somehow, even more humiliating than running into Jenny Rhetman just 5 minutes ago, from which, unfortunately, he was still erect.

"Hey Sam, doesn't it feel kind of weird walking through the mall with a guy that has a hard on?" Stereotype, also known as Brian Corbell, said -- which was ironic in one sense in that he and geek-friend Grant Albens were constantly popping erections for which others always kidded them. The difference between the two eighth graders was that Brian seemed almost completely unaware, even though his often too small slacks stretched over his slightly overweight body revealing everything, but Grant was always acutely aware and sought to hide it by always wearing baggy army-style cargo pants.

Grant was just perpetually horny since hitting puberty last year. Though no one knew it, the shorter boy with the golden brown short hair probably jerked off four times a day or more, often to the same dirty magazine, with 'dirty' now being the operative word after a few accidental spillings. The 13 year old still looked 12 and had high metabolic rate, such that constant sitting around and playing games (or jerking off) had not added an ounce to his perfect weight for height ratio, despite the amount of unhealthy food he ate. He could, ironically, been considered quite cute by a lot of girls, if he hadn't been so socially involuted.

Grant just laughed nervously, but only barely glanced over at Ben's short, little sky-high, before returning his attention to the RPG screen where quiet, blond, 7th grader Chase Paxton was currently fighting his way through an army of orcs.

Adam Halford, the punyish, part-asian 8th-grader who had made the 'Benjinator' remark was still coming up with jokes:

"Hey, Benjinator," he said, again stressing the nickname he had come up with, as if just to make sure everyone heard it and knew that it was him that said it, "Good thing we aren't the Palm Drive Fighting Coconuts, or you wouldn't be allowed to go to school."

Adam cracked himself up at his own joke, but he also cracked up the other geeks at his station, as well as the growing group in the RPG room in general that were taking a curious interest in the naked 'little' boy, the boy who certainly had no coconuts down below – more like just lima beans. But Ben had become increasingly irritated; this particular subjugation was just too much! To have to be humiliated before the Geeks?? No. This was too much. He still resisted covering up (ironically in part because at this point it would have been even more embarrassing to stand there like a little child with his hands [hand] over his crotch than to just continue letting all his lack of glory just hang out for all to see). But he couldn't resist throwing out his own insult off the Palm theme.

"Hey Adam, it's a good thing we aren't the Fighting Dates, or YOU would never be allowed at school."

Adam didn't laugh at this one, though everyone else in the room did. Adam did however manage a smile and was at least able to acknowledge his defeat on that one.

"All right, yeah, I get it. OK, that was actually, possibly, funny Scruggs. You're a real funny guy," Adam continued, though the reference to his total inability to relate to girls or even get a date smarted his pride. Adam was The Geek when it came to mathematics, but he didn't understand social addition. "Except, if I remember the rules of your new program, you aren't allowed to be a funny guy. Don't you get punished for that?"

Ben's smile vanished, and felt the chills go up his spine. Adam was right. Ben had totally forgotten himself. And Sam was waiting for Ben to make a self correction, as evident by his clearing his throat at Ben's side. And the huge smile he had on his face. Ben knew what he had to do, and it took almost the last reserves of energy to swallow his pride in the face of these geeks and say it:

"Yes, sir," he said to Adam, an opening which was greeted with hoots of delight in hearing the former bully and popular eighth grader have to say it, "You're right. I was way out of line and I apologize for that and for what I said."

Ben paused, but Sam cleared his throat again. A good start, but he was waiting for more.

"And . . . ." this was hard, but Ben knew he had to go on, "I . . . I should be . . . . . I should be spanked . . . . uh, . . . hard . . . . sir . . . . for what I said . . . . . . Would you . . . . . . Would you please spank me?"

Ben turned a bright red as everyone in the room fell out laughing at hearing him asked to be spanked, like a little boy! Ben wasn't sure if he felt sorry for ever doing the slightest thing against Sam, or if he was sorry he hadn't done three times as much. He was both angry and recalcitrant; but mostly just ashamed.

"So which one of you want to turn him over and whip his backside? It's allowed, and encouraged, by the court." Sam offered.

But at this point, Adam, smiling a bit more awkwardly, just said, "Nahh, I'll let it go. It wasn't a bad come back."

The rest of the Geeks kind of halfway shrugged and were suddenly more interested in the screen again. Only Grant Albens, who, along with quiet Chase Paxton, had been more interested in the screen the whole time, glanced over at the naked boy with a look of curiosity – not at the nakedness, but at this concept of punishment – before returning to the game. As a whole, though they talked a good bit about swords, slayings, beatdowns, dominance, etc, the Geeks were a largely non-violent lot. And the thought of actually physically punishing someone, by their own hand, was an uncomfortable one.

Sam was a bit disappointed, but fortunately an observation by Steven Cranfield, a 7th grader leaning against the wall behind Grant, picked up his attention. "Didn't that poster about the rules say that a 1a kid that got a hardon could be made to jerk it off in front of everybody?"

And THAT, got everyone's attention. Especially Ben's. Sam smiled big, but he had plans for that observation. He had been waiting for it, and it was a major difference between what he could have done with his brother and what he could do with Ben.

"Yeah, actually I can make him do that." Sam said. "If you guys buy me and Ben lunch, I'll make him do it in the middle of the Food Court."

Ben nearly fell out on hearing this, but the Geeks merely smiled and nodded at each other. They agreed; and Sam led them out to the Food Court, with Ben doing his slow waddle walk from the remaining ache in his nuts and the continuing fire in his backside.

"So where are you going to make him do it?" Brian asked as he unconsciously pulled his sweat pants out away from his crotch.

Ah geez, Ben thought, please don't tell me he's hard thinking about this!

It wasn't though he had much to say, as his own 2 ½ inches of peckerwood were out there for everyone to see. Then he looked over and saw Grant nervously rearranging something with his hands in the pockets of his cargo pants. What was with these two guys?

"Not until we get something to eat," Sam said, walking toward the Chinese fast-food venue. "You like noodles with chicken, Ben?"

"Yes, sir," He said, and Sam placed the orders, with Ben's chicken on the side, while Brian collected a couple dollars each from the other Geeks. When the orders came in, Ben politely asked, "May I have sweet and sour with mine, Sam?"

"A little, but on the side, like the chicken. There's another special sauce I want you to try on it first."

Ben knew what that meant. He and Jacob had once poured in a bunch of the really hot sauce into Sam's bowl of noodles. Sam was going to do the same to Ben, except that Ben would probably have to eat all of it. It was juvenile, but it still wasn't the worst thing he had been through that day; it wasn't even close. His mouth would burn, but it was a blip on the day's humiliation.

"In that case, sir, may I please get some water with ice?"

"Of course, Ben." Sam said cheerfully enough. One of the biggest rules given to Minders was that they could not deny water when requested, and they could not deny regular meal times with edible food.

The boys headed to the table in the middle of the Court and set down their food, with a couple of the Geeks also bringing some food, and the whole group being watched, murmured about and pointed at by the rest of the entire food court.

"So when are you going to make him jerk off?" Adam asked unceremoniously as they all sat down, with Ben greatly wincing as he did so.

"Right now," Sam said. "Ben get back up and stand on your chair, and start jacking off. Tell me when you're getting close."

Ben looked stricken and all the other boys started laughing and clapping to varying degrees. Ben wanted to refuse, so very badly wanted to refuse, but he saw the look in Sam's eyes start to change, even in his very slight hesitation, and to forestall anger and retribution, he very quickly got up – at least as quickly as the pains in his body allowed – and stood on the chair, grabbed a hold of his dick. As small as it was, it was very difficult to jack off the way he was used to, so it was like he had to relearn all over again how to jerk off. He hadn't done it in the last two days, given the shock of everything.

This last factor played a big role in why he was so hard and staying hard, as well as how quickly he was reaching the point of no return, even given the clumsiness he exhibited in his attempts.

"I'm close."

"Damn, already?" Adam asked. He liked to throw out randomly placed cuss words to show he truly was an assertive male. It was all very inept, but it actually garnered awe and respect from the others in their group.

"Stop for a second, Ben, and get down off the chair." There were a few boos in the audience as Ben did what Sam said. "Now pick back up where you left off. And when you cum, don't forget to yell it out; and aim for your bowl of noodles."

"What?"

"You heard me. I told you that you were getting a special sauce on your noodles,: Sam smiled evilly. "And if you miss any at all, I'll pass your bowl around and let every boy that wants to jack off into it. And you will eat it!"

Ben didn't really think that this was allowed, but he was too aghast and too afraid to argue it at the moment. Instead he just grabbed his dick and jerked himself back up to the point of no return and soon yelled out "I'm cumming," which was met with abundant cheers. He grabbed his bowl and aimed his dick and shot load after load after load of clear semen all over his Chinese noodles. He, along with everyone else that had a good view, was surprised that with such small balls he was actually able to shoot so much. What he didn't realize was that his prostate was not reduced like the rest of his genitalia, though in time, without the testosterone, it would produce less and less semen. As it was, it had a two day supply to rid itself of.

"OK, wow. I didn't think you had that much in you."

"It's still clear, of course." Adam said smugly. He wasn't too far away from clear himself, but he wasn't the one who had to show everybody.

"So what, mines still clear," Chase said, surprising everyone that he actually spoke up.

But since he had, Sam added, though in a lower voice, "Yeah well mine was clear until a few months ago."

Whoa. Really? Ben thought. Wasn't Sam like, still only 11? When does he he turn 12? (The answer was in less than two months, but Ben had never really paid attention to Sam before).

"You're still hard," Sam said, returning to his showman voice, "So get back up on the chair and jerk off again. Same rules as before, and you better make it all into your bowl!"

Ben wanted to beg, but his smarting ass, and the fact that he had barely escaped a spanking in the arcade, told him not to push it. He got back up on the chair and started whacking again, in his spastic, relearning masturbation sort of way. At one point a security guard headed over, but Sam held up his wrist with the bracelet and made Ben hold up one of his wrists braceleted with the '1a', and the man just gave a thumbs up and went about his other duties. He, like all security personnel in public places, was aware of the program and its rules.

The official stamp of approval was just one more humiliation on a string of debasement, as Ben flogged away, once again getting to the point of no return. He hopped down from the chair and repeated his actions from before: yelling out that he was cumming, gaining a loud applause from the Food Court audience, and firing volley after volley of stored up semen across the noodles he was directly expected to eat. Finally he was exhausted, with an entirely new ache in his punished testicles, which were still reeling from their prior abuse and now trying to fire out sperm he wouldn't produce in months, maybe years, but trying to anyway, just from the memory of having done so only last week. His balls felt as disappointed as he did.

"Good," Sam said, "Now ask me nicely if you can eat your noodles. Be sure to tell how much you want them."

"Yes, sir," Ben said softly, defeated. "Please, Sam, may I eat my noodles? They look . . . .delicious . . .and . . . . and I really am hungry."

He did the best he could, though it was hard to hide that disgust. It still please and tickled the other eighth and seventh graders to no end, as well as the one sixth grader with all the power over him.

"Of course you can, Ben. But first: Hands Up!!"

He first raised his hands like a criminal, but then quickly remembered what he was supposed to do, and he brought them near to his collar.

"Locks engage." Sam said, and the transmitter in his wrist relayed the order to the collar and bracelets and the electromagnetically attracted, mechanical lock engaged between both bracelets and his collar. "You may now eat, Ben."

"But . . ."

"Problem?"

"No, sir. Thank you, sir." Ben said as he sat down with a grimace and leaned forward over his semen plastered noodles, and closed his eyes, trying desperately not to think about what he was eating, and began to slurp up the slickened noodles, all semen flavored.

"Ewwwww."

"Fucking gross, dude!" That one was from scrawny Adam. He had worked on that placement of 'Fucking' and 'dude' with both sounding contrived, not that any of his friends would realize.

"No way!!!"

"Ohhh, I'm gonna be sick! . . . . ."

And the comments and running chatter from the five Geeks continued as Ben slurped up one semen noodle after another. Sam meanwhile, pulled out his cell phone and walked away to call the court question line that he been given. The phone call was transferred to Judge Krum who was in her car. She didn't realize that this would happen; so when Sam asked, just to be sure, if he was allowed to make Ben eat his own semen, the judge was doubly thrown off.

"I don't see why not. It's mostly protein. And you are allowed to make him masturbate – if he already has an erection."

"Yes, ma'am."

"So we can't have him just ejaculating all over public property, I guess. I don't see why you can't make him catch it and clean it up with his mouth." She said, though a bit irritated as she was in traffic.

"Or maybe on food and have him eat it?"

That caught her off guard – once again – and she would have laughed if it wasn't for the fact that she almost hit a car.

"Yes, of course. It's the same thing. As long as it doesn't lead to wasting food."

He had one last question, though, and she was really uncertain how to answer this. She just wasn't well-versed in the intent or complete letter of the JACKED and NUDEP laws. She really wished this boy wasn't bothering her, especially while she was driving.

"Oh, dear boy, you . . . . oh never mind. Look, are these boys all about the same age as the offender?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Well, I guess I don't really see where it matters one way or the other; but I cannot verify that while I'm driving, and if I talk much more I'll have an accident. So go ahead. You have my blessing, and if turns out that you shouldn't have, then I'll take responsibility for that. But I warn you not to take it any farther than what you asked. Now, don't call again unless it's an emergency. I will be at the Winter Carnival tonight; save up any questions you have until then. All right? Good. Goodbye."

The Judge hung up on him. She wasn't very happy that both Judge Halley, the rotating State Juvenile Judge that covered Bolsen, Hampton, and a few other counties, and Judge Breese, the regular Hampton County Juvenile Judge of whom the NUDEP program was his baby, were both unavailable right at the start of the implementation of the program. Wasn't it Judge Breese that told her that he hadn't picked the time of year to start the program; the mayor did. It wasn't his fault the mayor didn't check with him about when he would be out of town. Well, then it wasn't her fault if the program wasn't run exactly the way he thought it should be.

Judge Krum may not have been very happy with being handed management of the NUDEP program for the extended weekend, but so far Sam Marley was fairly happy with all of her decisions. Especially this last one. He went back to the table where Ben was still slurping up the Chinese semen noodles and entertaining the Geeks better than even their role play game had been, but mainly because this was Ben Scruggs being made to do this, a popular bully and tormentor brought down low, just for their amusement. No game was better than this.

"That's enough, Ben. Stop eating."

Ben sat back up straight, his wrists still bound to his collar. He looked a little green about the face, and he had traces of slime around the mouth where the messy and 'messy' noodles had knocked about while he was eating like a dog. All he got from the nearby tables was some clapping and more laughter.

"OK, guys," Sam said, leaning in to the table to say it. This one wasn't really for the general ears of the Food Court as a whole. "I just talked to Judge Krum, and she says that if you guys want, we can add more protein to the noodles."

"You mean . . . . put the chicken he got inside the bowl, too?" Chase asked.

Sam had to stop himself from rolling his eyes. These guys were one and two grades above him, and they were Geeks. Weren't they supposed to be smarter?

"No . . . . besides the chicken . . . . . ."

Sam waited a second, but a big smile on Grant's face told him that at least the perpetually horny boy caught on. Then Steven said:

"I'll do it, but not out here." So he caught on as well.

"Oh, man, that is sick." Brian smiled and then whispered into Chase's ears. Now they all caught on. Except Ben, whose fractured and fuzzy mind was a blank on what they were talking about.

"I think I'll pass," Adam said.

"I'll do it," Grant added back in, "and I can do it under the table. I didn't do it any yet, today."

He said the last part a bit more hushed.

"No," Sam said, "I got an idea. There's a family bathroom back there for like changing diapers and stuff. You can lock the door; but I can't let Ben out of my sight, and I really should keep an eye on the noodles, so we would both have to be in there with you."

"I'm OK with that," Steven surprisingly said, paving the way for the others to take a deep breath and agree as well. "I'll go first."

"I'll go next when Steven gets done," Grant said, and he felt his dick angle up another ten degrees of hardness.

"Just you and Ben?" Chase asked Sam uncertainly. "OK, I guess I will, but I don't put out a lot."

It was at this point that Ben finally clued in. They were all going to cum in his noodles!! And Sam was going to make him eat it! The Judge allowed this??? That wasn't right! That wasn't part of the rules! Ben looked over in Panic at Sam, but he still feared even worse consequences if he refused. Though he couldn't even imagine what would be worse; it was just that the Inductor had put the almighty fear into him, and he wasn't really willing to challenge that memory. That, and he was feeling too nauseous to argue at the moment.

"I'm still going to pass," Adam said.

"OK, you can keep an eye on the chicken, and everyone else's food. Brian?"

Brian really wanted to see Ben have to eat his cum sprayed all over the noodles. It wasn't often you got to do something horribly naughty and sick, but actually have a Judge's permission, and not really hurt anyone. But he really didn't want to expose himself. But he also really wanted to teach Ben Scruggs even more of a lesson.

"Yeah, OK. I'll do it."

Ben followed Sam over to the bathrooms, with four of the Geeks travelling nervously behind. He couldn't believe he would be made to do this. It was horrible enough to have to say sir to them, and do those filthy things he did in front of them, but to have to literally eat the cum of these four Geeks??

"Sam, I think I'll throw up."

"If you do, then I'll find a bunch more boys out at the Carnival tonight and do it ALL over again."

Ben swallowed in resigned agony, wondering how much of his spittle was recycled semen, and ducked his head following Sam into the bathroom. Steven came in right after them and shut and locked the door. Sam warned Ben about missing any of the semen and sperm, so he better hold the bowl steady.

Sperm!

Oh, shit. Ben thought, realizing it really was worse. Some of the boys, at least, would also be producing sperms. He was going to be eating boy sperm!

Ben groaned before Steven even got his zipper all the way down. Steven just laughed. He got a bit self-conscious, but only for a second before he fished out his 3 ½ inch pecker with a very few, sparse hairs at the base. Steven started jerking and then asked Sam if he was going to as well.

Sam kind of wanted to, but he looked even more uncertainly at Ben, untrusting to do this in front of him.

"I won't ever say anything, Sam." Ben muttered, almost ashamed of himself for being so conciliatory. What the hell was he doing??

He obviously looked sincere, because before he knew it, Sam had his own zipper down and was fishing through the fly, and then he surprised Ben. Ben guessed he should have known better, after all, Jacob had a nice size dick on him. But damn, at only 11, even almost 12, Sam was already sporting nearly four inches, and a nice thickness, with just barely a few more hairs than Steven, who was a grade above.

Steven then trumped that by just pushing his pants and underwear down mid thigh and went to jerking in earnest. Sam copied him with a conspiratorial smile and showed he had larger balls (ever so slightly) than Steven as well, though Steven's were definitely above the puberty marker, but not hanging down as proudly as Sam's.

"Wow, you're only in sixth?" Steven asked.

Sam smiled. It was his only response. After the glorious day he had had so far, it wasn't long before he would be spewing his modest load all over Ben's noodles.

But Steven got there first.

"Ah geez, here it goes:"

Ben watched in grotesque amazement as Steven shot a couple of murky spurts of boy protein and Steven Cranfield DNA into his already tainted noodles. But as he watched the barely squirted third addition, all his toiling stomach could think of was that his own spermless semen was bad enough, but now this . . . . . this actually belonged to another boy! This was someone else's.

And it was only going to get worse. Cue the next boy:

"Ah man!" Sam exclaimed as his own breathing became more ragged and his body undulated with the needs of his impending coming, "Just thinking about you . . . . . you havin' to . . . . . .you . . . . . . .anngghh . . . . . . . . . UUNNGHH . . . .ashaagggGHH . . . . . f-f-f-f- agagahhh . . . . . .eat it . . . . oohhh . . . . .man . . . . . . . . .that was . . . . . .wow!"

Sam was breathing in and out heavy and smiling at the force and the feel of that one coming out. It had been one of his best ever yet; all just from thinking about Ben having to eat his newly developing sperms. The extra pleasure he had outside of the orgasm itself, watching his no-longer colorless, grayish semen shoot out over those noodles, carrying markers of himself destined down the gullet of a former tormentor – the satisfaction carried out the post ejaculatory feeling into an even field of pleasure, instead of the usual short downer of energy. It was amazing.

He was going to have to find a way to do this again.

It was also the first time that either boy had ever jerked off in front of another. So that had also added to the special unique feeling of the shared orgasmic nature for Sam and Steven. But now that that was over, it was a bit awkward, and both boys smiled, but had to avert their attentions while they put their stuff away.

"That was kind of cool," Steven said, though. He meant it. It had been pretty cool.

"Yeah it was." Sam had to come back from his fields of play though, and brought himself back into being the showman. "OK, so I'll bring Ben out in a few minutes and you can watch him eat it. First I guess, we'll get the next guy in here."

Steven nodded and left out and sent in the perpetually horny Grant who was waiting in line with the next three boys outside the door. Grant came in and shut the door, smiling to show he was looking forward to this adventure. He barely even hesitated before he just unzipped his pants and opened the fly of his boxers. Ben didn't know why, but he was a little surprised that Grant wore boxers. And that wasn't the only surprise.

Grant was only a few months younger than Ben, but the 8th grader looked like he would fit better in 7th grade. He was smaller than many of the boys in his grade, but yet retaining still the features of a boy that should be in puberty, without being much of a surprise if he wasn't. He wasn't skinny, but wasn't the least bit overweight either. He was fresh of face and fit perfectly within the group of Geeks, but looked like he could quietly step out of it as well. But when he opened his pants, there was no doubt that he was in puberty.

Grant hauled out, with some difficulty, given the angles, his five inches of hard boy meat, which on his smaller frame looked monstrous. If it had looked substantial on Jacob, it just looked hung on this kid, and Ben's widened eyes of surprise showed it.

Grant smiled slightly when he saw the reaction of his classmate. He had never really thought much about it, as he had never actually had occasion to see other boys' equipment, but he could tell Ben was impressed, as he should be, given how tiny he was – Grant not knowing the recent history of largeness that Ben had cradled. The golden-brown haired boy began jacking his five already-erect inches thinking half about one of his favorite fantasies, which was Carla Watkins' breasts and what they must look like under her clothing. Few things could bring him to orgasm faster, and he never grew tired of imagining them.

Grant was surprised, however, that his session had a definite charge to it from yet another element. Yes, he didn't get to cum that morning like he normally did, and he was in extra need because of that, but that wasn't it. And he had never jerked off in front of anyone before, and he found that he was definitely getting something of a perverted, more on the adventurous and exciting danger/forbidden side, thrill from it, but that wasn't really it, either. The real charge was from knowing he was going to be cumming all over some guy's Chinese noodles, and he was going to get to make the guy eat it. It wasn't even necessarily that it was particularly Ben. Just any guy.

That edge was taking him to an even sharper, more pronounced edge than he had been to before, and it was taking him there very quickly, much more quickly than just Carla Watkins' breasts alone, and much more quickly than he liked to cum, but he couldn't deny this draw; it was incredible – so much so that the boy who had mastered quiet masturbation and nearly silent cums was panting and even moaning out as his dick flared up and demanded that he release the geyser of thick, boy sludge that he almost immediately began pumping out over the tops of the yellow pasta, nearly white cream and so together that it held its own on top, instead of sinking immediately through the network of noodles, like Sam and Steven's had begun to do.

And he didn't just bring out one or two gushes of nearly fully mature sperm filled semen, but he put several more volleys in with the first couple, barely making them in the bowl, so difficult it was to get his hard dick angled down, and so urgent and forceful was the need to ejaculate. Toward the end he even reached a hand to Sam's shoulder as he continued pumping his thicker (Ben thought it was thicker than Jacob's, maybe), larger dick and gasped out each jerk shot of cum into the bowl of delight. This experience was totally beyond any he had even imagined before, which made him wonder, just how totally awesome was it going to be his first time with a girl? That last thought was leaving him horny, even in his drained post-ejaculation.

After he straightened back up, still recovering his breath, he was still mostly hard and continuing to relaxfully stroke his dick, which didn't go below parallel to the floor. Grant was smiling. He had liked that. He had REALLY liked that. A lot.

Sam tried to appear cool as he asked this, but his curiosity drove him to it: "Hey, Grant, what's the rest look like?"

Ben thought Sam was crazy for asking or even wanting to know, but he couldn't deny he had a sick sort of interest in knowing, as well --- especially now that he was being abandoned to his immature junk until he could hit a second puberty. The question, however, and despite never having been asked, did not seem to faze Grant. He actually thought this would be kind of cool, too. And with that he pulled down the front of his pants and underwear, having to go far down to get his still-hardened dick out of the fly, and raised his shirt to show everything from his smooth, taut belly and its innie button, down the unblemished pubis with the small patch of golden to darker brown hairs, a smaller patch than Jacob's, but more substantial than Ben or anyone else might have expected on the boy, and to below his hanging full and large balls. Again, they may have been no bigger than Jacob's, but then again, maybe they were, but they certainly attested to his ability to manufacture the boy produce necessary to continue a complete line of little Grants.

And Ben was going to eat a very large sample of that produce.

After a few strangely gratifying and pleasurable awkward moments, Grant dropped his shirt and tucked everything back into his evasive cargo pants.

"Thanks, Ben." Grant said, unexpectedly.

He meant it, too. He was as happy in his gratitude as if he had just been given a delicious doughnut. The only reply he got from Ben, though, was a somewhat stunned shrug. What was he supposed to say to that? he wondered, as he looked back down despondently at the ropes of pearly cum in his bowl of noodles. Cum that he was going to have to mix in and eat shortly. He hoped he wouldn't throw-up, at least not before he ate them. He kind of hoped he would throw-up, though, after he ate. Except there was that whole issue of Sam making him do it all over again, which would be even worse.

"And, uh, thanks, um . . . . . Sam." Grant said, unsure of the boy's name for a second. "I think I might could go again, if you want?"

"Uh, maybe we should just go ahead and get the next guy in." Though it might have been strangely, though not sexually, fascinating to watch Grant tug that big dong again, there was one other thing Sam wanted to do, so he had to get this moving along. And move along it did.

Brian Corbell was next, and though he was clearly nervous and uncomfortable with the whole thing initially, it didn't take long for him to fall into another world and go at it. There wasn't much to speak of for his dick or balls, even though he held his underwear and sweatpants just under them, but he did have wiry black hairs peaking out under the fallen hem of his T-shirt which attested to what was very soon proven: he, too, could shoot cum, though a thinner and greyer mixture than Grant's, and nowhere near as much in quantity. He grunted more, too, and Ben, in particular, thought the roughness with which he handled his dick in jacking it looked somewhat painful.

Next came Chase Paxton (no pun intended, though accurate may be). The cute, quiet, blond 7th grader was even cuter in his initial hesitancy, standing there unsure with an admixture of excitement into his nervousness and uncertainty; but he, even more than Brian, was so over the embarrassing side of it once his hairless, yet maturing, genitals were on display, and he was lost in the excitement of something new and pleasurable and different. He had been at this game for a lot less time than his friends, but no denying that there was something to this whole masturbation gamut that he had run over the past year. He was perhaps, even adding to his cuteness, the most vocal in his jerking off:

"Ungh . . . . . man . . . . .yeah . . . . . that's it . . . . . .feelin' it . . . . . .so . . . .ungh . . . .awesome . . . . . .i'm getting' . . . . . . .awww . . . . .man, you should . . . . . .whoa . . . . .gnnannghh . . . . mazing . . . . there . . . .here .. .nnaggh . . shhh . .nnagghhaaAAGHHH. . YANGGHH . .GGNNAH . . .YES . . .Yes! . . that. . . .nggahh. . . oh . . .that . . yes . . that . . it's . . .was . . .amazing . . .. . ."

Sam almost laughed at the theater of the boy older than him, but still no taller and actually much less developed. Chase added a much smaller, but just as clear, load than Ben had put in earlier, and the boy seemed very happy with being able to contribute something to this stomach-churning cauldron of Chinese-cum-American Boy cum noodle surprise.

"All right," Sam said, "Let's go back out and get you fed."

Ben opened his mouth to beg no, but Sam could guess what was coming from the sick, desperate, pleading look on the boy's face, and his eyebrows shot up in simulated surprise. It worked. Ben closed his mouth. His butt still stung and hurt too much to argue.

"Is my butt real red?" Ben asked, his subconscious just throwing the surprising words out there, perhaps as a diversion from having to deal with the certainty of the impending horror of the noodles.

Chase walked around to take a look at the backside of the boy and surprised the other two boys when he reached down and felt of the softness of the flesh, and grabbed the fullness and strangely comforting fit of one of the buttcheeks.

"Does it hurt a lot?"

But Ben's sharp intake of breath was more from the surprise of another boy grabbing his bum than from the still-present pain. All the same, he told Chase that, yes, it still hurt.

"Well, you can look at it in that mirror, if you wanted to see." Chase said.

Ben hadn't thought of that. And when he did look, it was definitely red, though it wasn't nearly red as he thought it should be, based on how much it still hurt, and it wasn't bleeding or even marked up at all, as he felt it should be, based on how bad it had hurt at the time of the Induction. An uncontrolled spasm of terror rolled quickly through Ben at the memory of that; but his simple need for survival was able to block that mostly out. He wouldn't be able to go on if he couldn't. And as he and the other two boys looked at the previously beaten, yet unmarked, reddish buttocks out of curiosity, Ben realized, with unsettling discomfort, that, barring the redness, he really did have a nice ass.

Chase was, in fact, drawn to it, and was about to touch it again, when Sam stopped him.

"Sorry, Chase, still no touching for a 1a. He'd have to be a 1b or higher."

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know."

"Now you do. OK, let's go eat!"

The boys walked out of the restroom, two in excited anticipation, and one in morbid dread. They found Brian and Grant still hanging around outside the door waiting for them.

"Hey," Grant said, "You sure you don't want more in there? Cause I could again really easy."

Sam thought about it for a moment. He had time.

"Yeah, OK, come on back in."

Ben couldn't stop a moan of dismay escaping his lips. And the three boys went back into the bathroom.