Story: Alex Loses His Pants Forever (FMgg/b, spank, humil, nc) by Nialos Leaning Copyright 2000 by Nialos Leaning, all rights reserved. Permission for noncommercial free (no charge) electronic distribution and personal use reproduction of this story is hereby granted. All such distribution, re-posting and reproduction must be without alteration of this story in any way, must include this entire copyright notice, and must in their entireties retain the following statements: ********************************************************** AUTHOR'S WARNING! AUTHOR'S WARNING! AUTHOR'S WARNING! This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. Among other assorted plot elements, it depicts a preteen boy being sentenced to a series of spankings, embarrassments and humiliations for non-criminal juvenile delinquency. The boy also receives a spanking from his father, mother and two sisters. THIS STORY CONTAINS EXPLICIT DEPICTIONS OF SEXUAL ACTIVITY BY A MINOR, ENTIRELY FORCED AND NON-CONSENSUAL ON THE BOY'S PART. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story. ********************************************************** "This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of adults. Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful, unacceptable or undesirable. The author neither advocates, condones nor personally engages in any such behavior." "This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality. The author does recognize the difference between the two. Please do understand that some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material." "Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome." * * * Alex Loses His Pants Forever by Nialos Leaning Sitting with his family in the crowded waiting room, twelve- year-old Alex was scared, very scared. It would soon be his turn to face the music before Judge Trudy. That grand- motherly looking woman of the bench had a reputation of being tough, very tough, on the kids that appeared before her for punishment. In the schools and on the playgrounds, she had a certain fame for going out of her way to embarrass young misbehavers, especially the boys. "Get on in there," Alex heard the bailiff say. Looking up, he saw that imposing gentleman pushing three naked preteens, two boys and a girl, through the door. All three crying children were followed by two sets of grim faced parents. That's what scared Alex the most, Judge Trudy's penchant for sentencing the young culprits who appeared before her to long periods of nakedness. He was more frightened of this even than the multiple public spankings he was certain to be sentenced to receive. He was so modest that he never wore shorts, only trousers and jeans. When swimming, he always used the longest, baggiest swim trunks that would fit his slender waist, and preferred having a long tee shirt over those, never mind that once wet the shirt became very uncomfortable. "Alex Travail, this way please," a pleasant female voice addressed him. She was standing by the door to a small side room from which a pretty and completely naked girl around his age was exiting. She had been called by that same woman no more then five minutes ago. Despite himself, staring at the girl, he felt his penis hardening. Rising, red faced, sure all could see the small tent in his pants, tears already streaming down his face, he gave his parents, two sisters, Principal, and home room teacher one last desperate look. Perhaps they would change their minds. It was a futile hope, he had no such luck. "Go on now son, do as you're told or you'll only make it worst for yourself," said his father. "We'll see you in the courtroom." "Remember," his mom brightly said, "you've brought this upon yourself." His sisters, eleven-year-old Amy and nine-year-old Ann, simply smirked and giggled. Slowly, like an already condemned man, he shuffled toward the door of his doom, of his undoing, the doom of the for certain undoing of his clothes. The woman closed the door behind them. Two guards, a male and a female, both as impressive and strong looking as the bailiff, stood in the room, arms folded. "Alex, I'm Miss Myrick, the court's case facilitator," the woman introduced herself. "These guards are Mr. Griswold and Mrs. Seibel," she continued. I strongly suggest you don't upset them." "I, I won't" stammered the now openly sobbing boy. "Good," replied Miss Myrick. "First, you need to get ready for the judge by removing all your clothes. Place them in that bag over there." Alex stood still and stiff, a frozen crying form, unable to move or comply. "Do it, now!" snapped the no longer pleasant court official, as the guards moved toward the stricken youngster. "I, I can't" the wildly crying Alex managed to blurt out. "Well, the guards will," was the terse reply. With that, both guards immediately began stripping the struggling boy, half removing, half ripping his clothes off. They used scissors to cut away his pants and briefs. He knew this wasn't good for him, both his parents and the judge were sure to be upset with his behavior. All too soon for the blushing, still sobbing boy, he was standing naked in front of three pairs of adult eyes, two females and a male. Adding to his horror, his hairless groin was sporting a raging hard on, in all of its three- and-a-half inch glory. Seven months short of thirteen he was still a hairless short stuff down there where it counted, looking very much like the nine and ten-year-olds he would sometimes see naked, either at the pool locker room or as a result of their own court sentence. Of course, he never gave anyone a chance to see him naked, it was just too embarrassing. Even his balls were no bigger than the nines and tens; most of the eleven and twelves, even those like him without hair, were bigger in that department, too! "It's not fair!" he screamed out, hands flying to cover himself up. "I know the law, I can't be undressed before I'm found guilty!" "That's not quite true," responded Miss Myrick. "The law is that juveniles have to be naked when they appear for sentencing." "But, but," stammered the boy, "I haven't been charged with any crimes, I haven't even been arrested, I haven't been found guilty of anything, how can I be sentenced?" "Well, right now, you are breaking the law," the court functionary replied. "Covering up is considered playing with yourself in public, which is a crime. It's also considered a sign of disrespect, which qualifies for additional non-criminal sentencing. If I was you, I would drop those hands right now." Reluctantly, slowly, Alex dropped his hands to his sides. "But, but," he continued protesting, "I haven't been charged with anything." "True," said Miss Myrick, "but I know you know the answer to that. Because of your behavior both at home and at school, your parents and your principal, as allowed by the law, have each asked the court to sentence you to appropriate punishments permitted under the revised juvenile statues." "It's still not fair!" Alex exclaimed, not realizing how much worse he was making his fate. "Well, you may not think so," the Facilitator patiently continued to explain, "but as you also know, the Case Examiner you appeared before this morning thinks otherwise. He did determine that your recent behavior does qualify as non-criminal juvenile delinquency. Therefore, as requested by your parents and school, the judge can and will impose a punishment sentence against you. So, yes, you have to be naked in the courtroom." "I hate you all! School, my parents, the court! Fuck you all!" "Enough, young man!" the Facilitator calmly and sternly ordered him. "Your outbursts will be reported to the judge." * * * "This court is now in session in the matter of the Petitions for Judicial Punishment filed against Alex Travail by his parents and his school," Judge Trudy began. "While this is a non-criminal proceeding, it will be conducted much like a regular trial, except for the absence of counsel, to impress upon everyone present the seriousness with which society takes these matters." "Case Examiner Jackson," her honor continued her legally required statement, "has certified that the petitions are meritorious and do demonstrate a pattern of non-criminal juvenile delinquency on Alex's part, as defined by law. Therefore, as requested by those petitions and permitted by the law, this proceeding is to determine and impose upon Alex Travail appropriate judicial punishment for his behavior. We will now begin." Court was absolutely, positively terrible for Alex. Facing the judge, hands behind his head as instructed, he had a boner the entire time. Even worse, whenever someone was on the witness stand, Judge Trudy made him stand directly in front of them, only an arms length away. Even worse, whenever she paused to make notes or consult some papers, she would make him face the seated audience. Alex's parents were the first to testify. The judge listened to his parents tell how he was always fighting with his sisters, just last week giving Ann a black eye. They talked about his other major transgressions, including sneaking off to the mall with his friends last Saturday evening, not coming home till midnight. They let the world know that in a temper tantrum over not liking what was for dinner, he had thrown several dishes against the kitchen wall, breaking them, and the kitchen window. And on and on, digging him, their only beloved son, into a deeper and deeper hole. She listened to his sisters tell their side of the story. They did a good job, as the judge was all maternal, kind and considerate toward them. And, unfortunately, as Alex realized, they were truthful, the awful truth making his hole even deeper. It didn't help that somehow, each in turn, despite giggling at his nakedness and hard on upon first taking the stand, managed to be crying real tears by the time they were done. Next several teachers from school testified. They complained about his constant clowning around in class, his sassy backtalk, his failure to do assignments, and a host of other scholastic shenanigans. When they had finished, his hole was very deep indeed. Then his principal made the hole he was already in enormous. Mr. Prescott described how three weeks ago Alex had beaten up two third graders who had teased him for wearing long pants on the so far hottest day of the year. Both eight- year-old boys had required treatment from the school nurse and had to be sent home for the day, missing school the next two days. Turning his hole into a bottomless abyss, both Scotty and Freddy were in court and called to testify. Which they did with glee, doing even better than his sisters, somehow at the end crying even harder than either Amy or Ann had. His fate was surely sealed. But, just to add fuel to fire, Miss Myrick took the stand, describing his "uncooperative and abhorrent" behavior in the preparation room. The judge glared at him the whole time the Facilitator told her tale of woe. * * * Finally, the moment of truth arrived. Sentencing time! "Alex Travail, approach the bench," intoned Judge Trudy. Terrified, tears freely rolling, hands behind his head, boner still on display for all to see, Alex made his way toward his doom. "Young man, your behavior is completely atrocious and unacceptable," the lecture began. "Society, your parents, your school, and this court can not and will not tolerate it any longer. I intend to impose a sentence that will help ensure that you change your ways. Do you understand me, young man?" "Yes, your honor," replied a despondent Alex, "I do." "Good. Now, before I sentence you, do you have anything to say for yourself." "Yes, your honor," said the crying Alex. "I'm sorry, and I won't do anything like it again. I'll be a good boy, a very good boy." "I'm sure you will be, as your sentence will be a constant reminder to you and others of the consequences of such misbehavior. And if you ever appear before this court again, it will be much, much worse for you. Do I make myself clear?" "Yes, your honor," Alex answered. "Alex Travail, this court finds that based on today's testimony, that you have engaged in a consistent pattern of serious misbehavior. This behavior has been and is harmful to society, your family, your schoolmates and is contrary to everyone's best interests, including yours. At times this behavior has resulted in actual physical injury to others and damage to property. Do you wish to deny or defend any of this?" "No, your honor," he responded. His friends in school had told him that this was best the way to answer that question. What the judge was saying was true, everyone, including Alex knew it was so, and the only possible way out of it was to lie, and everyone would know it was lying. The courts did not like lying, which only resulted in an even worse sentence, maybe even criminal charges for perjury. "You are lucky young man," Judge Trudy continued her lecturing, "that no criminal charges have been brought against you, as could have been done for some of your behavior. If it had, I would now be sentencing you to the strictest juvenile detention facility available to this court. You're already wearing the uniform for that school within a jail." The courtroom burst into laughter at the judge's last statement. "Alex Travail," she ordered, "turn, take five steps forward, and face your accusers and the audience as I pronounce your sentence." Tears pouring down his face, Alex dazedly did as instructed. "As petitioned by both your parents and your school, I hereby decree that you have engaged in non-criminal juvenile delinquency, as defined in the revised statues. As permitted and required by those laws, I hereby impose punishment as follows. For your general misbehavior at home, I sentence you to four months of naked time. For those four months you will also report to the Lakeside Park Discipline Arena every other Saturday morning at a time designated by the Discipline Division for a public spanking. Do you understand this portion of the sentence?" "Yes, you're honor," Alex replied without turning. "Young man, you will show this court proper respect by turning and facing the bench when responding to me. Do you understand me?" Turning around, Alex responded, "Yes your honor." "Good, now turn back around to the audience. For giving your sister Ann a black eye, I sentence you to three additional months of naked time after your first four months end and to a public spanking every other Saturday for seven months. The spankings start at the same time as your four month spankings. This means that for the first four months, you must report to Lakeside every Saturday. Do you understand this portion?" Turning to the bench, Alex meekly replied, "yes, your honor." "Turn back around. For your general misbehavior at school I sentence you to five months of naked time and five months of every other Saturday public spankings. This sentence starts immediately after the other two sentences end. Do you understand?" Again turning, Alex repeated his mantra of "Yes, your honor." "For injuring Scotty and Freddy, I sentence you to an additional twelve months of naked time, four months of a public spanking every Wednesday afternoon, starting immediately, followed by eight months of every other Wednesday afternoon public spankings, on the weeks you don't have a Saturday spanking, followed by twelve months of every other Saturday morning spankings. Do you understand all this?" Turning and responding, Alex said, "yes, your honor," despite actually being somewhat confused. Sensing his confusion, Judge Trudy clarified. "This all means that you will be naked for the next twenty-four months. For the first four months, you will get a public spanking every Wednesday and every Saturday. For the next eight months you will get a public spanking every other Saturday, and a Wednesday public spanking on the weeks you don't have a Saturday spanking. Then, for the last twelve months of your naked time, you'll get a public spanking every other Saturday. Do you understand all this?" Turning toward the judge, copious tears rapidly falling from his eyes, Alex almost unintelligently sobbed out, "yes, your honor." This sentence was horrendous, spankings too many to count and two whole years of naked time. Two years, to a twelve-year-old that might as well be forever, it was forever! But then, the judge made it much worse. "Turn back around. Now for your disrespect to this court and its officials, I hereby declare that all spankings are to be category five, special condition one." Category five was the severest level possible. Special condition one meant they would make him jerk off for thirty minutes before and after his spanking, in front of whoever wanted to watch. "For your general disrespect to your sisters, mother and female teachers, I hereby declare as an additional extra condition of punishment, that for the next twelve months, at anytime and anyplace, any of them can require you to have an erection. From what I've seen in this courtroom, that shouldn't be much of a problem for you." This remark elicited merry laughter from the spectators, more tears from Alex. "I also give Scotty and Freddy and their families this right." "For the next six months, any person with the right to demand an erection can, again anyplace, anywhere, require you to masturbate to orgasm. I realize you probably don't ejaculate yet, but we have ways of knowing if you come or not. For this same six month period of time, Scotty and Freddy and their families also have the right to demand your masturbation to climax." "For failure to reach erection or climax," Judge Trudy continued, "the person who so ordered you may impose any legal punishment they want, including private and public spankings. Do you understand these extra conditions?" Once more pivoting to face his tormenter, Alex haltingly replied, "yes, your honor." Unseen by Alex, Amy raised her hand, as if about to pose a question in class. "Yes, Amy?" asked Judge Trudy. "Your honor, I want to see Alex do it right now." Hearing this, still facing the judge, Alex's face turned crimson. "Do what, dear?" the judge sweetly asked, smiling. "You know, play with his thingy, make it, you know, come," she giggled her reply. "You heard your sister, get pulling on that penis now, young man!" "Yes, your honor," the deeply blushing Alex responded, beginning to rub up and down on his already hard little boy organ. "Turn back around to the audience," sternly ordered the judge. "And, oh, as an additional part of your extra conditions, anytime in the next twelve months you do come, even if no one had ordered you to, such as playing with yourself at night in bed, or accidently during gym class, you're to shout out 'I'm cumming!' Do you understand?" Turning, the masturbating boy answered, "yes, your honor." Once he had turned back to the audience, the judge continued adding insult to injury. "I'm told that you don't like being bare chested. Is that correct?" Turning yet once again, Alex informed her honor, "yes, your honor." "Well, then, you won't like this next extra condition. You can wear a shirt anytime you want, and must anytime your family or school requires. But in no case can these shirts be lower than your navel level, front, side and back. Any shirt that is longer than that must be pinned up on all sides so it isn't, using large baby diaper pins. Do you understand this?" Turning for the countless time, Alex told the judge for the countless time, "yes, your honor." "And for your final special conditions," the judge finally concluded, "for any and all of your public spankings, anyone in your family, anyone in Scotty and Freddy's families, and any of your teachers or principals can request special conditions two, three or both. Do you understand?" Turning for the next to last time, the very red faced Alex, still rubbing away on his very hard dick, through his river of tears said for the next to last time, "yes, your honor." Judge Trudy had just made his impossibly terrible sentence even more so. Special condition two meant that a much too large for comfort cylinder like thing would be shoved up his asshole and kept there for at least an hour before and after the spanking. The kids he had seen this done to at public spankings had screamed out in agonizing pain. From what he heard, those things hurt worst than the spanking contraptions they used on the kids. Special condition three meant having his penis put in the clear plastic automatic masturbator, or "milker" as the older boys who could shoot called it, for an hour before and after being spanked. He had seen how sore, raw, and red the dicks coming out of those nasty devices always looked. It very definitely stopped being fun after the first come or two. And for the first six months, he would still have to masturbate himself before and after the milker. "Turn and face me," commanded her honor. "Failure to comply with any part of this sentence, including special and extra conditions, is a criminal offense subject to arrest and will result in a return trip to this court for additional punishment. Do you clearly understand this?" "Yes, your honor," Alex said for what he fervently hoped would be the last time in this courtroom, or any courtroom. "Then turn back around and finish doing what your sister requested. I expect you to be done in the next three minutes, I have other cases waiting." Turning back to his audience, Alex stepped up the pace of his assault on his defenseless prick. To everyone else's amusement and his acute dismay, before long he was shaking and convulsing in an extremely embarrassing orgasm as he shouted out loud enough for the entire courthouse to hear, "I'm cumming!" * * * On the way out of the court building, Ann glanced over to her still very much crying, very much blushing brother, penis now finally soft but somewhat red. She giggled. "What's so funny?" asked Amy, smiling herself. "I had an idea," said Ann. "What's that," responded her sister. "Why don't we make Alex play with it and come all the way home?" "That should be interesting," said Amy. "It sure will be," chimed in their mother, "especially as we're staying downtown for a while to shop for some new shirts for your brother." "Please, mom, no," pleaded Alex. "Yes, mom, please," came Amy's response, "we want him to do it." "Yes, we do," agreed Ann. "You heard the judge, you don't need my permission, just tell him to do it," mother informed daughters. "Okay, Alex," ordered a jubilant Ann, "start playing with your thingy, and don't stop till we're home." "Yeah, that goes for me too," said an equally happy Amy. "No, no, no," a distressed Alex managed to utter between loud sobs. "Yes, yes, yes," said his father, getting in on the action by slapping his son's bare bottom six times in rapid succession. He immediately followed this by sitting on a nearby bench in the building foyer, pulling Alex over his lap. Quickly the spanks were raining down, rapidly reddening the boy's behind. Soon stinging burning fires were erupting all over the wildly kicking, wildly crying Alex's exposed posterior. When dad was finished venting his frustration over his son's errant behavior of the last few months, he handed him off to mom. Who promptly, and just as vigorously, repeated her husband's dose of much needed, too long neglected, medicine. Then each sister had a turn at wailing away at their wailing brother's bare behind. None cared that tomorrow was Alex's first scheduled public spanking at the discipline arena, they had justice of their own to administer. When all had finished, Alex had been reduced to a crying, shrieking, dancing little boy furiously rubbing away at his now crimson bottom, a bottom matching color with his face. "Now," demanded his mom, "stop rubbing your backside and start rubbing your dick, like your sisters told you too." "You know what the judge said about not complying with your sentence," said his dad. "I think I see a police officer over there," he added threateningly. Immediately, the hapless Alex was masturbating himself, jerking off for all he was worth. He didn't want to risk any fates worse than his present horrendous predicament. "I don't care how many times you come," his mom stated, "you're to keep doing that till you're inside the house." "Which won't be for hours, yet," dad informed him, just to add to his misery. The end of this story and the beginning of Alex's long, long ordeal.