LBS1: Last Boy Standing Part 1 (multiple Fmfmgb/fmbg, mast,
humil, nc)
by Nialos Leaning
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LBS: Last Boy Standing Part 1
by Nialos Leaning
"Tyler, out of your clothes, now," Mrs. Rogers ordered as her twelve year old son stepped out of the family van. "It's against the law for little boys to wear clothes in this county."
Already standing on the parking lot, Tyler's two friends the Kershaw brothers cringed, hoping against hope that their own mother would relent in her similar demands that they also disrobe in public and that she would stop insisting that their being dressed was illegal. School being out on that Friday, both families had traveled in the Rogers van to Edwardsville for a weekend of fun mixed with some business. Only ones missing were the two fathers, who were at work at their new jobs right in Edwardsville.
"That goes for you two also," Mrs. Kershaw informed thirteen year old Freddy and eleven year old Charlie, dashing their hopes of a reprieve.
"No fucking way we're getting naked in the middle of town, so just stop teasing us about it," Tyler snapped at the two mothers, mounting a defiant opposition on behalf of all three boys.
"Young man, you watch your mouth," responded Mrs. Rogers. "Your father and I won't tolerate such language from you."
"Sorry, mom," Tyler half heartedly replied, still angry at his mother's demands. "But this bullshit about the three of us having to be naked while we're here is getting old."
"There you go with the language again," said Mrs. Rogers. "I've had it with your mouth and your defiance. You're due for a major punishment when we get home." Tyler's child psychologist parents both realized that use of bad language was simply a misguided attempt by their son to project a tough guy persona. A facade to compensate for being so small for his age, a method to feel better about himself. A false bravado that always faltered in the face of all but minor adversity. Both parents were united in their determination to redirect their son toward more positive and healthy methods of coping and accepting.
"Please mom," begged Tyler, "don't."
"Then get naked now," demanded his mother. "Or you're going to be in tomorrow's Last Boy Standing show. You don't want to be a star in daddy's first show on his new job, do you?"
"No, I don't!" Tyler vehemently replied. While not knowing exactly what the show involved, from overhearing his parents he knew that it would be a very painful and embarrassing experience for any boy involved.
"Then get naked, now," barked Mrs. Rogers.
"That goes for you two also," Mrs. Kershaw repeated her earlier command to her two sons.
"All three of you, naked, now," Mrs. Rogers reinforced both parents instructions, "or it's Last Boy Standing. It's your choice."
"Mom, you can't mean it," whined Tyler, putting on his brave boy act in an effort to hold back the tears. "Why are you still teasing us so much about getting naked?"
"We're not teasing you," came the answer. "As we've been telling you since we left home an hour ago, in Benjamin County it's against the law for little boys to wear clothes."
"Well, I'm not a little boy!" Tyler hotly retorted.
"I'm not a little boy, either," Freddy added his two cents worth.
"Neither am I," Charlie voiced his opinion.
"Besides," added Tyler for good measure, careful this time to watch his language, "no one would make such a stupid law."
"One, all three of you are still little boys," stated Mrs. Rogers, "and two, they did make such a law. A very good one if you ask me."
"I agree with Betty," Mrs. Kershaw agreed with her fellow mother.
"Ty, you better do it," said his thirteen year old sister Megan, pointing to a series of signs posted at the parking lot exit. The first reading, "Welcome to Edwardsville." This was followed by one stating, "Little boys shouldn't be so modest." Next came a warning sign, "Child indecent inexposure laws strictly enforced." Finally came the official notice declaring, "Benjamin County Ordinance 17- 769, Boys ages 3 to 15, Nude at all times."
"I don't fucking believe this," declared the disbelieving Tyler.
"You better start believing," replied his mother, "and for the last time, watch that foul mouth of yours."
"Sorry, mom," Tyler again went through the motions of making an insincere apology, "but this is crap, and you know it."
"As we've been telling you," responded Mrs. Rogers, "and the sign says, in this county being nude is the law for boys, so you need to be naked. Especially since, as all three of you know, we're all moving to this town in two weeks. You need to get used to not wearing clothes, so get naked, now!"
"I don't want to move if I have to be naked," protested Tyler. "Maybe I can move in with grandma or something."
"I don't want to move and be naked either," an already crying Charlie echoed his best friend's feelings. "I don't care if our new house is next door to Ty's, I'm not living here!"
"Yeah, count me out too," Freddy made unanimous all three boys' opinion on the matter. "It's not worth living next to Megan if I have to be naked all the time."
"I think it'd be great," Megan smirked at her boyfriend and closest male companion.
"Yeah, having Charlie naked will be fantastic," ten year old Sarah Rogers commented about her "boyfriend."
"And Ty, too," nine year old Valerie Kershaw claimed Tyler as her own.
"You're not seeing me naked!" retorted Tyler. "I'm not moving here, and that's final!"
"Yes you are moving here, and that's final," responded his mother. "Children live with their families, and your family will be living here so daddy can be closer to his new job with the juvenile court. You'll just have to be brave about this and do it, you don't have any other choice."
"Neither do you two," Mrs. Kershaw reiterated what her two boys already knew. "We're moving here so your father will be near his new office. And that means so will you two, end of discussion."
"Mommy," a giggling Sarah changed the direction of the conversation, "those boys over there are naked."
"So they are," Mrs. Rogers agreed with her youngest daughter, observing the two naked boys climbing into the back seat of a nearby car.
"Hey," Valerie made her own observation, pointing to two police officers who were walking toward them, "those cops are coming this way."
"So I see," said Mrs. Rogers. "We'll just wait here and see what they want."
"Bet I know," Mrs Kershaw stated without letting known what she knew.
* * *
"Looks like we have some law breakers here," said the male officer checking the two adults' identification.
"My mommy didn't break any laws," declared little Sarah.
"Of course she didn't," the officer again agreed. "Nor did you. It's some others with you who are breaking the law."
"Who?" asked Megan, already anticipating the answer.
"These three boys, of course," said the female officer standing next to her male partner.
"Us? What did we do?" demanded Tyler.
"You're wearing clothes," replied the male officer.
"Didn't you see the signs over there?" asked the female officer.
"I though they were some kind of joke set up by our parents," answered Tyler.
"Well, they're not," said the male officer. "Take a look around you."
To his mortification, Tyler finally noticed a small crowd of perhaps twenty people gathered at a nearby snack and drink stand. Among the crowd he counted nine boys. All nine had their naked privates and behinds showing. All wore footwear, two had waist length shirts, one wore a half shirt and long socks up to his knees. The other six were all bare chested as well as bare bottomed. Some of the boys were a little older than him, some around his age, some younger. Four of the boys had erections, including a thirteen year old wearing a green wrist band who was being busily masturbated by an eight year old girl. Megan, Sarah and Valerie were all wildly giggling at the sights before them, mouths gaping wide open.
"Step over here, all three of you," the male officer instructed the shocked boys.
"No, please, don't arrest me, I don't want to go to jail," begged the crying Charlie as he hesitantly stepped forward. "We'll just leave and go home, won't we, mom?"
"That's an option permitted out of county visitors," said the female officer. "We'd be glad to write the boys warnings not to break our law again and then escort you all back to the expressway."
"No thank you," said Mrs. Rogers, "we have business in town this weekend."
"There's also an option allowing out of county parents to exempt their sons," said the male officer, holding up a bright pink cardboard tag with attached neck string. "These tags can be used any three days in a month. If you take these, you have a half hour to get them processed at the nearest validation station. They're at all police stations, courthouses and visitor centers, at many malls, and at some schools and sports facilities."
"No thank you officers," answered Mrs. Rogers. "I don't see any reason for my son to be treated any differently than other boys in the county. After all, when in Rome, do as the Romans do."
"I agree with my friend," Mrs. Kershaw agreed with her best friend and very good neighbor Betty Rogers.
"Okay, boys," the female officer said, "all three of you are now in police custody for violating county law by not being nude."
"You have two choices," the male officer gave the choices. "When I tell you to start undressing, you get completely naked within sixty seconds. Or else we handcuff you and cut your clothes off."
"Either way," said the female officer, "you're going to be naked and you're going to court for breaking the law."
"Mom, don't let them," pleaded the now frantic Charlie. "I don't want to be naked, I don't want to go to jail!"
"Officers," his mom sealed his doom, "see what I and his father put up with all the time? I've been telling him and his brother for an hour that they needed to be bare by the time we parked here, but did they listen? No, of course not, not my boys. Well, I'm tired of their disrespect and defiance, and especially their talking back. A little naked time in jail before court will do the both of them good."
"Tyler hasn't been any better," Mrs. Kershaw added her own doom sealing remarks, "please be my guest and also throw him in jail."
"Well, they are going to juvenile court for processing," said the female officer, "but we can't put them in a cell or cuff them to anything but themselves. To lock them up, they have to commit a delinquent act."
"What's a delinquent act?" asked Sarah.
"It's anything a kid does that's a crime for an adult to do," the female officer answered the preteen girl. "The boys committed a status offense, something that's illegal for kids, but not a crime for adults."
"Too bad," said Mrs. Rogers, "I still think some time naked in a holding cell would do Tyler a world of good."
"So it would mine," Mrs. Kershaw again agreed with her best friend.
"Well, even if we can't put them in jail, we can still make them be naked," observed Mrs. Rogers.
"Sure can," concurred Mrs. Kershaw.
"Okay boys," said the male officer, "you heard your moms. Start stripping, you have exactly one minute."
"Wait, don't start yet," the female officer contradicted her partner, "I need to put these on you first." Using a marker, she quickly wrote on a plastic green band which she then snapped around Tyler's left wrist. Just as quickly, the woman cop reached down, firmly copping a feel of Tyler's genitals still hidden by his jeans.
"Hey," protested the now red faced boy, "you can't do that, cop or not, it's against the law to touch kids there!"
"It's perfectly legal," answered the smirking female officer of the law as she moved on to banding and feeling up the Kershaw brothers, "when you're wearing a green band."
"Green makes you community property," explained the male officer. "That means any kid under 16, any teacher, any police officer or court worker, and your parents can touch you anywhere they want, anyway they want, as much as they want. So can any other person who has permission from your parents."
"Wouldn't a judge have to make them community property?" asked Megan.
"Oh no," responded the male officer. "It's a punishment any parent or teacher can use for as long as they want on boys ages 6 to 15."
"For minor infractions," added the female officer, "police can also use it as a sort of summary punishment lasting up to two days, instead of filing charges with the court. We can also take kids to a spanking pavilion instead of court."
"What's that?" asked the always curious Freddy.
"It's a place where we have special machines to spank the bare bottoms of naughty boys and girls," succinctly answered the female officer.
"If we take them to court," advised the male officer, "a juvenile judge or intake officer can do something much worse than community property or a spanking. They can make kids be what everyone around here calls Nudie Juvies. That's a red band."
"Well then," said Mrs. Rogers, "I want Tyler community property for a week. And a Nudie Juvie."
"My two also," said Mrs. Kershaw, "even if it's a little after the fact since you've already put the bands on them."
"Well, in cases of failure to be naked," explained the male officer, "boys are mandatory community property from when we catch them until the court says otherwise. And we have to file charges with the court, which the law says has to make them Nudie Juvies. So you'll probably get both your wishes."
"I've already marked the bands for one day, but I'll be glad to change them to a week for you," offered the female officer.
"Yes, please do," responded Mrs. Rogers.
"Yes, please do," echoed Mrs. Kershaw.
Using a small tool, the female officer unsnapped and removed Tyler's band. "These bands are tough to cut or tear," she said. "It takes one of these little beauties to remove them. All police officers, validation stations, and the court have them." Without much fuss, she quickly had around Tyler's wrist a fresh band displaying his new expiration date. Freddy and Charlie followed in very short order.
"Why not," asked Megan, "simply cross out the old date and write the new one on the same band?"
"Only one date to a band is allowed," responded the female officer.
"Keeps people from cheating," commented the male officer.
"Boys," said the female officer, "your sixty seconds start now. Begin stripping!"
His bravado again kicking in, Tyler bravely declared his surrender. "Well, as mom says, when in Rome, do as the Romans do." Bending over, he began removing his shoes, and than his other clothing. With time to spare, the blushing boy pulled off the last item protecting his modesty, his sports logo boxers. His still little boy sized hairless circumcised dick was standing straight up. A dick below which hang a very noticeable ballsack slightly smaller than a large strawberry.
Much more slowly, the two Kershaw brothers were removing their own clothing. "Faster," demanded the male officer, "you're running out of time."
"You know," said the female officer to the boys, who didn't know, "that community property boys can be made to masturbate themselves and each other. If we have to cut off anyone's clothes, I think I'll just might make all three of you do that."
"I can't do this, I just can't," stammered Charlie as he handed his favorite shirt to his mother.
"You have to," said his mother. "It's about time you started obeying and listening."
"Come on Charlie," encouraged his now naked best friend Tyler, "You can do it. I did, it's not so bad." The last comment was not how Tyler was finding the situation at all, he was merely pretending not to be bothered by his nudity and boner. In actuality, the red faced boy was extremely embarrassed and agitated by his current situation of being naked in public. His small for his age erection only made it worse, as did the presence of the two mothers and the three girls.
"Yeah, Charlie," the still mostly dressed Freddy tauntingly encouraged his younger brother, "don't be such a scary cat all the time."
"I'm not a scary cat!" hotly retorted Charlie.
"Sure you are," Freddy hammered home his point. "What about that time you peed your pants on the roller coaster?"
"That was your fault," Charlie blamed his brother, "you made me go on it, I didn't want to." Ever since that incident when he was nine, Charlie had grown ever more timid and was now hesitant to take even the most minor of risks. His parents, and his therapist Mrs. Kershaw, were hopeful that enforced public nudity would help him overcome his timidity, which was so unlike the "nothing can harm me" attitude of so many boys his age.
"Boys, stop bickering," demanded Mrs. Kershaw of her sons. "Your time's about up."
"It is up," snapped the male officer just as Charlie had his undershirt lifted halfway to his shoulders, jeans bunched around his ankles, his cartoon character briefs on display for all to see. Freddy was still in his light blue boxers and tee shirt. "All of you, hands behind your backs."
Quickly the two officer had the hands of all three boys securely cuffed behind their backs, using disposable plastic restrains especially useful for young offenders their size.
"Hey," protested the still erect and still blushing Tyler, "you said you'd cuff us if we weren't naked. I"m naked."
"I said," said the male officer, "that if you weren't naked, we would cuff you and cut off your clothes. I didn't say we wouldn't cuff you if you were naked."
"Can't have dangerous desperados like you three walking around unrestrained," joked the female officer. "You might try getting dressed or covering up, we're simply helping you obey the law."
"Yeah, right," sarcastically muttered Freddy, his unfairness antennae at full alert. He was a stickler for rightness and justice, always quick to question anything he perceived as wrong, unfair or unjust. To him the situation was very simple and clear cut; Tyler had gotten naked as ordered, so Tyler shouldn't now be cuffed. But of course, as Freddy saw it, the adults as usual weren't being fair.
Quickly, the female officer was pulling Charlie's jeans off his feet. "Don't you dare kick me," she warned. "Assaulting a police officer can get a kid your age sent off to youth prison. What you kids call reform school."
Rapidly, using scissors to cut off offending clothing, the male officer divested the embarrassed Freddy and Charlie of their remaining apparel. As the scissors approached Charlie's briefs, he peed himself, a yellow stream staining the front of the garment before trickling down his leg.
"Charlie, shame on you," hollered Mrs. Kershaw, "I told you to go before we left home." The three girls giggled at the embarrassed boy's plight.
"Charlie wet his pants, wet his pants," chanted Sarah and Valerie in unison.
"Girls, stop that," demanded Mrs. Rogers, in full therapist mode. "He only peed because he's so scared. It's not something to tease him about." Not wanting to chance any punishment of their own, not in this town anyway, the girls quickly stopped.
In just a few seconds, both Kershaw brothers were naked, their cut up clothing deposited in the nearest trash bin. Freddy's circumcised prick quickly joined Tyler's much smaller one in saluting the world. His pride and joy was accompanied by a sparse brushing of hair and balls somewhat larger than Tyler's. The still very much little boy "down there" hairless Charlie was slower to respond, but his also circumcised little dick atop his tiny balls eventually rose to the occasion.
The female officer said, "Okay, boys, I'm going to help you put your shoes and socks back on. Don't forget what I said about not kicking, or I will charge you with assaulting a police officer. We can, and will, lock you up for that."
Footwear back on, the officers turned the embarrassed naked boys to face their parents and siblings.
"Thank you," Mrs. Rogers told the officers, "This is just what Tyler needs to bring him down a peg or two."
"Mine too," added Mrs. Kershaw.
"You're welcome," answered the male officer.
"Girls, I promised these three that I would make them masturbate if we had to cut any clothes off. But, with their hands cuffed, they can't do that. So why, don't you do it for them?"
"Mommy, can I?" eagerly asked Sarah.
"Of course you can," replied Mrs. Rogers. "They're community property, aren't they?"
"They sure are," Megan answered for her younger sister. "I want to do Freddy."
"Go for it," Mrs. Kershaw gave Megan her blessing to molest her deeply blushing eldest son. "And Sarah, you can do Charlie."
"Valerie, Tyler's all yours," Mrs. Rogers granted the nine year old girl access to her twelve year old son's most intimate and no longer private parts.
Without hesitation, Megan latched onto Freddy's dick, beginning a vigorous massage. Sarah and Valerie were initially much more hesitant and shy with their charges, but before long the two giggling preteen girls were studiously imitating their young teen mentor.
In much less time than it had taken him to undress, a very red faced Charlie was dancing in place, moaning in the throes of his first ever public orgasm. In private, this wasn't a new experience for him. He'd been regularly playing with himself down there for over a year, ever since Tyler had told him, but not demonstrated, how. Knowing what he had just done made his performing in front of an audience even more embarrassing and shaming for the very scared eleven year old.
"Why did he do that?" asked Sarah, still rubbing away on Charlie's little dick.
"He had an orgasm, dear," Mrs. Rogers explained to her daughter, "what people sometimes call cumming, or having a cum."
"But isn't stuff supposed to come out of his thing when he does that?" asked Valerie, remembering something from the sex education book her parents had given her last year.
"He's too young for that," Mrs. Kershaw answered. "When he's older and more mature, he'll make semen."
"Which just to make it a little confusing, is also sometimes called cum," added Mrs. Rogers the child psychologist.
"I knew that," said the somewhat emboldened Megan, still working on Freddy's cock. "Cum can mean an orgasm or it can mean the stuff that comes out. The semen."
Just as Megan finished talking, Tyler began his own orgasm. When he finished shaking and shuddering, both the head of his dick and Valerie's fingers were coated with a small amount of a slick, sticky and mostly clear liquid. "Mommy," the little girl complained, no longer rubbing the offending dick, "Ty peed on me, just like Charlie peed."
"No he didn't," replied the smiling Mrs. Kershaw to her youngest. "That's his cum."
"But," asked Sarah, remembering herself something she'd seen in her best friend's book, "isn't it supposed to be white and shoot out the end?"
"When he's a little older, it will," explained the also smiling Mrs. Rogers to her youngest daughter.
As if to prove the point, at that very moment the deeply blushing Freddy shot out several white spurts. Fortunately for Megan, except for a small amount on her hand, the drops all ended up on the young teen boy and not her.
"Girls, I think you can stop now," said the female officer, handing Megan and Valerie wet wipes to clean their hands off with. No one made any effort to clean up Freddy and Tyler.
"Ladies, would you like a turn before we take them in?" asked the male officer
"No thank you," responded Mrs. Rogers, somewhat unsure about the implications of touching the boys, especially her own son, that way. Instinctually, she wasn't much concerned about the psychological aspects of such a deed, it was the potential societal reactions that worried her.
"I'll pass, too," said Mrs. Kershaw, sharing her best friend's misgivings.
"Before we leave," said the female officer, "I'm curious. Judge Nichols from juvenile court specifically told us to be on the lookout for your group today."
"Yes, Judy Nichols is an old family friend," Mrs. Rogers informed the officer.
"I didn't know Judy was a juvenile judge," commented Megan.
"Yes, dear," answered Mrs. Rogers, "she is. At her request the district court reassigned her from adult court several months ago, when the boys must be nude law went into effect."
"But, I still don't get it," said the male officer.
"Oh, it's simple, really," Mrs. Rogers continued. "Judy was telling me about the general improvement in boys' behavior since mandatory nudity was implemented five months ago."
"That's true," conceded the male officer. "There's been a noticeable decline in juvenile delinquency, especially in misdemeanor type behavior, and especially shoplifting."
"We're also having less status offenses such as curfew, tobacco, alcohol and truancy being committed," said the female officer.
"Probably a combination of the must be nude law, fear of the spanking pavilions, and the consequences of being made a Nudie Juvie," opined Mrs. Rogers.
"What about arrests for not being naked?" asked Mrs. Kershaw.
"That has declined also," said the female officer, "however arrests for violating Community Property and Nudie Juvie rules are still frequent, although somewhat less than earlier in the year."
"So that's why you're doing this," asked the male officer, "to improve their behavior?"
"Yes," replied Mrs. Rogers, "and to bring about the increased self confidence and self esteem levels Judy also reports as occurring. As child therapists, both my husband Joe and I immediately realized Benjamin County's overall program could achieve those higher levels as well as better more complaint behavior."
"Oh?" questioned the female officer.
"Research that's been done with nudist families," Mrs. Rogers explained, "has found similar results, plus some other beneficial effects. So, when Judy suggested that with his recent behavior problems Tyler would benefit greatly from such a regime, both his father and I readily concluded that she was right."
"When Betty and Joe told me and my husband about it, we both decided on the spot that it also would be very good for Freddy and Charlie," Mrs. Kershaw gave her family's perspective. "We respect the Rogers' opinions in such matters, they've been very helpful to our family over the years."
"That's why both of us will be moving here," continued Mrs. Rogers. "At this moment my husband is completing his first week as Director of Special Punishment Programs for Benjamin County Juvenile Court."
"So that's daddy's new job?" asked Megan. She wasn't too happy about leaving her old school and friends, but consoled herself with the thought that she would be seeing many, many naked boys, including those her own age. And especially her neighbor and boyfriend of the past few years, Freddy. And now that she knew about community property, she was starting to somewhat like the idea.
"Yes dear," answered Mrs. Rogers. "Your father and I believe very strongly in the benefits to boys of what this county is doing. And more importantly, dad and I believe that being naked all the time will be very good for improving Tyler's behavior."
"Well, he certainly needs help with improving that," commented Megan.
"As do your brothers, Valerie," Mrs. Kershaw told her daughter. "Daddy's new job is with a law firm right here in Edwardsville."
Unlike her older sister, Sarah had no hesitation in her enthusiasm. "I can't wait to move here and see lots and lots of naked boys. Will they be naked at school, too?"
"Yes, they will," said the female officer, "unless they want to be taken to court like your brother and made Nudie Juvies."
"Where will you put them till court?" Sarah changed tracks.
"We'll be taking them directly to juvenile court, the intake people will handle them from there," responded the female officer. "They do require parents to be present at the interview."
"There's also an optional parent's orientation class at 1:00 p.m. that you may want to attend after the interview," said the male officer. "But as first time violators, intake will probably issue a Nudie Juvie order themselves instead of sending the boys to see the judge."
"Not if we insist they go to court," declared Mrs. Rogers, "and we will. I know that much about juvenile law, that parents can refuse diversion."
"That's your prerogative," said the male officer, "but most parents would be glad to avoid formal court proceedings."
"Not this time," said Mrs. Rogers. "Judy's expecting them, and knows we expect her to be very strict with them, including putting them in Last Boy Standing."
"Ma'am, the court doesn't usually assign first timers to Last Boy Standing since it's a pretty extreme punishment," said the taken aback female officer. "Much worse than just being community property or even a regular Nudie Juvie."
"The court will consider it if a parent asks," replied the mother of the soon to be suffering Tyler. "And Judy's already told me that if as we suspected Ty was arrested for not undressing and I asked, she would send him to tomorrow's show."
"Mom, no!" Tyler shouted out his distress, all pretense of bravery gone, but somehow managing to watch his mouth.
"You be quiet," demanded the female officer, "the adults are talking now."
"And I told her the same thing about my two," confirmed Mrs. Kershaw.
"I hope you two know what your doing," said the male officer. "The Last Boy Standing process is a very painful and embarrassing. And they won't show the two younger ones any mercy just because they're on the small side."
"Yes, we know all that," answered Mrs. Rogers. "Joe and I are very much aware of the recent studies showing that a properly applied combination of humiliation, embarrassment and pain has positive and immediate effects in modifying kids' behavior from inappropriate to appropriate. Tomorrow's extra matinee show is the first under my husband's supervision, they'll be trying out some of his new ideas."
"So that's why they added an extra show," commented the male officer, "it's a sort of dress rehearsal."
"More like an undress rehearsal," said the female officer.
"Exactly," confirmed Mrs. Rogers. "Judy's deliberately held off assigning the four slots, just in case spaces were needed for these three. Besides, we don't feel it sends a proper message to our new community if we aren't willing to put our own law breaking son through those programs Joe was hired to oversee."
"You have a point," conceded the male officer.
"And, besides," Mrs. Rogers concluded her point, "Tyler's long overdue for some very serious punishment."
"As are Freddy and Charlie," seconded Mrs. Kershaw.
* * *
"Sit here and wait for your parents to arrive," a burly court officer directed the no longer cuffed but still naked boys to three chairs adjacent to a reception counter in the busy lobby of the juvenile center. "Don't even think about covering up, keep your legs spread wide apart at all times."
"Wonder why they only printed our dicks and not our fingers?" asked Freddy once the officer had returned to his desk near the entrance.
"Because," said a female clerk sitting at the counter, "state law says we can only do mug shots and fingerprinting with delinquents, but not status offenders like you."
"But," observed Charlie, "they took our pictures. Weren't they mug shots?"
"No, we do those differently," answered the clerk.
"So, why take our pictures if they're not mug shots?" asked the as usual curious Freddy.
"Because," answered the clerk, "the law says that Nudie Juvies boys have to have their naked pictures taken and their penises printed. And that we have to post those as well as the measurements the doctor makes for at least a month at all malls, schools and on our web site, so all know who you are."
"But, we're not Nudie Juvies yet," protested Freddy.
"Doesn't matter," said the clerk, "since for what you did the court has to make you Nudie Juvies, it's easier for us to get your pictures and 'dicking' out of the way early."
"What kind of measuring?" asked Tyler, who wasn't fond of visiting doctors, especially when he had to get naked for them.
"Height, weight, and various other sizes is all I'm allowed to say about that," cryptically replied the clerk.
"Man," Tyler complained when the clerk moved to the other end of the counter to talk to a mother and her dressed fourteen year old son, "I hated that they took our pictures right here in the lobby, where everyone could see our boners."
"I don't want them putting my picture up all over town," complained the crying Charlie. "Everyone will see my dickie."
"They're going to see that little thing anyway, stupid," Freddy admonished his younger brother. "In person and up close."
"I also hated their putting our dicks on that inkpad to make our penis prints," said Tyler.
"Yeah," agreed Freddy. "What I hated even more was when that lady cop cleaned the ink off afterwards, it's so embarrassing having all these people touching me there."
"Sure is," agreed Tyler.
A few moments later, the mother of the dressed fourteen year old was finishing processing his exemption tag.
"Kyle," she warned, "you give me any trouble shopping today and your tag will be coming off on the spot." Holding up a green wrist band, she added, "And this will be going right on. If I have to get the police to help, I will. Do you understand me, young man?"
"Yes, mom," Kyle softly answered his mother.
"Ma'am," said the female clerk, "his tag is ready and validated."
"Thank you," said the mother, handing the pink tag to her son.
As he passed the three seated naked boys, Kyle gave each a good feel.
"Kyle, stop fooling around," demanded his mother, "we don't have all day. Besides, I'd think you'd rather be touching naked girls than boys down there." The fully dressed Kyle blushed at his mother's embarrassing remark.
"Guess they're serious around here about not cheating on the rules," commented Freddy.
"What do yo mean?" questioned Tyler.
"Did you notice," asked Freddy, "that not only did his tag have his name and age on it, and the month it could be used, it also had his picture on it and today's date?"
"I sure did," answered Tyler.
"Man, they've thought of everything," astutely noted the usually not so astute Charlie.
* * *
"Well, boys," the intake officer addressed Tyler, Freddy and Charlie, "it's clear that you broke the law by being dressed here in Benjamin County. Do you have anything further to say?"
"No, sir," responded Tyler.
"Me neither," answered Freddy,
"No," cried Charlie, overwhelmed and very frightened by what was happening.
"I'm noting on the petitions," said the intake officer to both sets of parents, "that you're declining diversion and requesting court disposition."
"Thank you," said Mr. Rogers, having joined his wife and son for the intake interview. "We strongly believe that Tyler will benefit from formal court proceedings."
"As will Freddy and Charlie," concurred Mr. Kershaw, who had likewise joined his family.
"The court believes in quickly handling these types of cases, usually within seventy-two hours," explained the Intake officer. "Judge Nichols hears status and supervision cases three times a week. I have you down for today at 2:00 p.m."
"Thank you," said Mrs. Rogers.
"Yes, thank you," agreed Mrs. Kershaw.
* * *
"Thank you everyone for taking the time to learn more about the juvenile court process and what to expect for those of your children whose cases are being heard this afternoon," said the smartly dressed woman standing in front of the room. Besides the two presenters, there were seventeen adults, five dressed girls, and three naked boys in the packed room.
"We're especially pleased," said the other presenter, another woman standing off to the side, "to have you youngsters with us today. The court is counting on you to give your brothers and sisters, cousins, and friends a helping hand in doing as the judge orders them today."
"Oh, I'll be giving Freddy a helping hand alright," smirked Megan, "up and down on his penis, over and over again."
"My hand's going to be on Charlie's thing all the time," said Sarah, not to be outdone by her older sister.
"And mine on Tyler's," added Valerie, determined to match her best friend's determination.
"Girls!" both exasperated mothers hissed in unison.
"It's quite alright," said the first woman, smiling. "That's exactly the spirit we're looking for."
"Not me,", said a woman in the audience. "I don't think all this pain and sex stuff is necessary. It goes against all we've been taught about bringing up kids."
"Come on honey," said a man obviously her husband. "Austin's out of control and you know it. He definitely needs strong measures."
"I know," said the woman, "but there has to be another way. After all these months, being naked all the time still embarrasses him."
"That may be so," said the man, "but you have to admit that it has improved him somewhat, just like the literature said it would."
"True," said the woman, "but I still don't like any of this."
"May I ask how old Austin is?" asked Mrs. Rogers.
"He's thirteen," answered the man.
"Do you mind telling us what kind of problems you're having with him?"
"Why?" demanded the woman.
"My husband and I are child therapists, and we both support what's going on here in Benjamin County. Our son and his two friends are here for their own appearance before Judge Nichols this afternoon."
"I'm also director of the court's special programs," explained Mr. Rogers. "For the benefit of everyone here, we'd like to address your legitimate concerns."
"Please do," said the man, anxious to have his wife buy into the process. Urged on by the Rogers' gentle questioning, the details of Austin's behavior quickly emerged. His constant challenging of authority. His insistence on doing what he wanted when he wanted. His ignoring major family rules, especially on curfews and safety. His frequent violent arguments with his mother, often followed by running away for a few hours until picked up by the police. The police finally getting tired of this and petitioning him to court as a Child Requiring Supervision. How two previous court appearances did little to improve the situation.
"And how do you punish him for this behavior?"
"Once in a while," said the man, "we'll ground him or take away his allowance, but mostly we just talk to him about not doing it again."
"I don't want him to hate us," said the woman.
"Not knowing you and your son better," said Mr. Rogers, "we can only speak in general terms."
"Please understand," said Mrs. Rogers, "that this isn't a criticism of you as parents. You're doing no different than many other parents."
"Including us until recently," admitted Mr. Rogers, "even though we know better. It's very tempting and certainly easier to be our child's friend first, rather than his or her parent. Being a parent means exerting control over our child's behavior, and enforcing limits."
"All children need limits and clear cut rules," Mrs. Rogers picked up the discussion. "They'll test those limits, and demand freedom from your control, that's simply a normal part of growing up."
"You gradually loosen control over time as the child demonstrates the maturity to responsibly handle this additional freedom," stated Mr. Rogers.
"And when he or she doesn't handle it as you'd like," continued Mrs. Rogers, "you tighten up control, rescind some of that freedom, and impose a punitive consequence."
"Just as important," stated Mr. Rogers, "is imposing meaningful consequences whenever the control of a parent, teacher or other adult in charge is deliberately defied."
"Consequences must happen each and every time your control is challenged, limits exceeded, or trust violated, without exception," Mrs. Rogers declared.
"The truth of the matter is," said Mr. Rogers, "that parents need to instill a healthy fear of consequences for misbehavior."
"Believe it or not," said Mrs. Rogers, "this will not harm your relationship with your child. Quite the contrary, it will strengthen it."
"Where we do harm," concluded Mr. Rogers, "is when we only sporadically or haphazardly utilize punitive consequences for inappropriate behavior. Consistency is the key to success."
"Yes, but does it have to be these consequences?" asked Austin's mother. "Especially the extreme pain and the sex stuff."
"Studies show," Mrs. Rogers repeated her earlier explanation to the police officers at the parking lot, "humiliation, embarrassment, and pain are effective tools in correcting and limiting inappropriate behavior. Combining the three is much more powerful, in the profession we're starting to call this the HEP effect."
"Okay," said another man, "I'll accept spanking as part of the program, as a kid it certainly did me good. But why do we need to go beyond that, all the way up to what to me seems to be forms of torture?"
"There's two reasons," explained Mr. Rogers in defense of his programs. "First, as with adult misbehavers, the more serious the misconduct, the more severe the consequence needs to be. And secondly, there needs to be an escalation of severity for repeat offenders and for willful disregard of the terms of already imposed penalties."
"It's no different," said Mrs. Rogers, "than a first time adult shoplifter being sent to a shoplifters class, a second timer being giving a fine or community service, and a third timer being sent to jail for a few days. Each repeat occurrence increases the penalty."
"I still don't like this sex stuff," protested Austin's mother.
"Kids are going to experiment with each other anyway," responded Mr. Rogers. "At least this way it's controlled and supervised and except for some masturbation by parents and adults in authority, limited to the kids themselves."
"I know that," replied Austin's mom. "It's not kids fooling around that bothers me, it's that it's unprotected. They don't make condoms small enough for many of the younger boys. I don't want Austin catching some disease like herpes or even, heaven forbid, AIDS."
"At their ages, none of that is likely," said the court's lead presenter. "And in this county, as part of their mandatory twice yearly school health screenings, children are routinely being tested for sexually transmitted diseases. In other words, for STD's. Surely some of your children have complained about having their genitals swabbed or blood drawn."
"Yeah, at the doctor's office the other week, they did that to Nicholas," said a mother pointing to her ten year old son. "I was in the room, and he didn't like at all the nurse sticking the swab into his pee hole."
"But, as far as we'll concerned," said Ronnie's father, "whether he likes it or not, it's just another part of a complete exam."
"Most pediatricians and family doctors practicing in this county are now routinely doing such testing," added the other presenter. "As part of their court physical, we also test all kids who come under our jurisdiction."
* * *
Two court officers escorted the completely bare except for shoes and socks Tyler, Charlie and Freddy into a waiting room to join six boys, four girls, and some parents waiting for the 2:00 pm. hearings. All the boys and, surprisingly, two of the girls were naked.
Just as surprisingly, one of the naked boys was Kyle, the fourteen year old from the lobby. Kyle was definitely more developed than Freddy, more hair, bigger balls, much longer and thicker dick. An uncircumcised dick that was currently stiffly pointing toward the ceiling.
"Don't you dare let that go soft till I tell you," Kyle's mom warned the blushing boy to his mortification and the newcomers' amusement.
"And don't you three even think about covering up," one of the officers cautioned the three newcomers, deliberately glancing at Tyler's and Charlie's own embarrassing hairless little boners.
"The judge doesn't take kindly to naked little boys who do," advised the other officer. "Or naked little girls, for that matter."
Curiosity getting the better of him, as he was sitting down Tyler asked Kyle, "What happened to you?"
"I don't wan to talk about it," surlily snapped the fourteen year old.
"Kyle," admonished his angry mother, "you answer the question right now."
"I gave mom a hard time about a shirt she wouldn't let me buy for school," the blushing Kyle began explaining.
"Completely unsuitable for school," mother gave her opinion, "but he kept on arguing with me. So I tried taking off his tag and putting on his green band."
"So, why is he here?" asked Freddy.
"Tell them," mother ordered son.
"I wouldn't let her," Kyle continued his tale of woe, "and ran away from her."
"Two security guards from the store caught him and helped me get the tag off and the band on. Go ahead, Kyle, tell them what you wouldn't do."
"I wouldn't take my clothes off," answered the young teen, "we were in the middle of a crowded store for cripes sakes. I didn't care if all the other boys were naked, I wasn't about to join them."
"That meant," Kyle's mom continued the embarrassing revelations, "that he was breaking the law. So I had a cop arrest him and cut his clothes off."
"And I thought," remarked Freddy, "that our moms were the only ones wanting the cops to do that."
"He's been nothing but trouble for months," Kyle's mother confided to the room, "ever since we moved to our new neighborhood. It's about time he's held accountable for his actions. Besides, when in Rome, do as the Romans."
"Hey, that's what my mom said too," Tyler informed one and all, "about doing like the Romans."
"You said it too," noted Charlie, "when you were getting naked in the parking lot."
"What I don't get," said Freddy, "since we have to be naked anyway, why would the stores around here sell boys' clothes?"
"For visitors like us," answered Kyle's mother.
"And," said one of the other parents, "for those times when boys travel out of county to places where they have to wear clothes."
"Also," said one of the court officers, "we consider boys to be naked as long as everything from below the waist to the top of the knees is left uncovered.
"Thank you," replied Freddy.
* * *
Direct from the orientation meeting, all the non-naked members of the Rogers and Kershaw families entered the waiting room. Both fathers were accompanied by a neatly dressed man that none of the three boys recognized. Quickly the two families found seats near their wayward children.
"Tyler," warned Mr. Rogers, "you're not going to like what's going to happen, but it's necessary. I'm more certain of that than ever."
"Now's the time for you to be brave, for real," Mrs. Rogers advised her son.
"That goes for you two also," stated Mr. Kershaw to his sons. "Charlie, I know this is going to be scary for you, but you can get through it. I know you can do it."
Picking up on this conversation, a thirteen year old boy asked Tyler, "What did you three do, anyway?"
After Tyler, with assistance from his two friends and prompting from his parents, told their story, the boy introduced himself. "I'm Austin," he said.
"What did you do?" asked Freddy.
"I'm here as a CRS," responded Austin, "not a status offender like you three."
"What the heck is CRS?" asked Tyler.
"Child Requiring Supervision," replied Austin's father, entering with another group from the orientation meeting.
"Dad, please!" exclaimed the now red faced Austin, exhibiting his distress at being referred to as a "child" despite having a neat bush of hair "down there" and an uncircumcised penis noticeably longer and fatter than his fellow thirteen year old, Freddy. His scrotum was also considerably larger than Freddy's. "I'll be starting high school next year, I'm not a little child!"
"Don't dad me," responded Austin's father. "You are a child, and you do need court supervision. Your behavior proves that."
"Whenever he gets in one of his arguments with me," chimed in Austin's mother, repeating what she'd said at the meeting, "he runs away from home for a few hours until he's arrested by the police."
"So," asked Megan, "how come that makes him CRS and not a status offender?"
"Because," one of the court officers joined the discussion, "running away is not against the law in this state, it isn't in most states."
"Then how come the police can take him into custody?" persisted Megan, careful to use the correct term for juvenile arrests that she had learned in Civics class.
"The law," explained the officer, "allows the police to pick up children who are in situations that are dangerous for them."
"But, he ran away," interjected Sarah, "he wasn't playing in an old falling down building or on railroad tracks or doing anything dangerous like that."
"Honey," Austin's father provided the answer, "running away is always dangerous. There are a lot of not so nice people out there who won't hesitate to hurt a runaway kid to get what they want."
"And to survive," added Austin's mother, "it isn't long before kids who run away from home have to start doing things that aren't very good or safe for them and things that are against the law."
"Oh," said Sarah.
"What can the judge do to him?" asked the curious Mrs. Kershaw, wanting to know in case any of her three ever ran way or did anything else to make them CRS.
"All she can do is order him and his family to get counseling, set conditions such as not running away again or not missing school, and if she wants, assign him community service," said one of the court officers.
"Doesn't seem to be much punishment in that," observed Mrs. Kershaw.
"But remember, dear," Mr. Kershaw put on his attorney's hat, "this is behavior that's not against the law in this state. That's why punishment other than community service isn't allowed."
"This time she can punish me," muttered the blushing Austin.
"Explain why," prompted his father.
"Last time I was here," Austin reluctantly replied, "the judge told me I was not to ran away again. She wrote it down on a paper she gave me and my parents. But I did run away again, last night."
"Which means you violated a court order," said his mother, now somewhat more comfortable with Austin's potential consequences .
"You know, don't you," asked his father, "that she can put you in juvenile detention for that?"
"Yes, dad," answered the now crying Austin, "she warned me the last time that she could send me there for up to fifteen days if I didn't obey her instructions."
"More likely," said a trying to be helpful court officer, "she'll make you a Nudie Juvie. For non-delinquents, they only use the detention home as a last resort, when nothing else works in getting compliance with the court's orders."
"What's Nudie Juvie?" asked Freddy, seeking clarification of the very limited information the two police officers had given in the parking lot.
"We are," said the older of the two naked girls, a pretty eleven year old with small pointy breasts and just the slightest beginnings of pubic hair. Her flat chested nine year old sister with a still hairless pussy merely nodded her head in agreement.
"It's a court punishment," Mr. Rogers explained, "in which kids have to go around naked."
"But," Freddy expressed his puzzlement, "girls don't have to be naked around here, and boys already have to be naked."
"As your lawyer for today's hearing," Mr. Kershaw answered his son, "I'll answer that."
"Daddy's going to be our lawyer?" asked Charlie, hope springing in his little heart that maybe things wouldn't be so bad.
"Yes I am, and so is my new boss Mr. Bradley here," answered Mr. Kershaw, "even though attorneys aren't usually needed for status and CRS cases. We'll make sure the court treats you fair and just like any other status offender."
"Good," said Charlie, feeling a little better about his situation. His daddy was there to protect him, and so was his daddy's boss. But why had his daddy insisted they go to court, instead of accepting the intake officer's proposed punishment of three days Nudie Juvie?
"But to answer Freddy," said Mr. Kershaw, "Nudie Juvie includes girls, and because boys do have to be naked anyway and can be punished by being made community property, Benjamin County does Nudie Juvie somewhat differently than most other places that use it. In this county, as much as possible, Nudie Juvie boys must be erect and in view of others. All Nudie Juvies must engage in mandatory public masturbation. Boys must also perform public oral sex, as must any girl the judge so orders. The judge can also include other sexual actions. There's always without exception daily public spankings and the judge can order other painful punishments. And, finally, there's always much more embarrassment and humiliation than with community property."
"You're not going to let Judy do all that to us, are you?" asked a now somewhat frightful Freddy.
"Yes I am," answered Mr. Kershaw. "The law says she has to. As your attorney, it's not my job to get the guilty off the hook, it's to represent your best interests while ensuring the law is being followed. It's certainly not in your best interest to allow your law breaking to go unpunished. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," Freddy reluctantly answered, his sense of justice forcing him to admit the truth of his father's statements. Even if he didn't like it, or the law.
"Good," said Mr. Kershaw. "You also need to know that I consider what you three did today as very serious, breaking the law and defying parental orders."
"And that's exactly what we'll be telling Judy," stated Mrs. Kershaw.
"For serious and repeat cases," Mr. Kershaw continued his public pretrial counseling of his clients, "the judge can impose very, very painful and embarrassing special punishments like tomorrow afternoon's Last Boy Standing show we're all going to."
"The first show under my supervision," Mr. Rogers proudly informed his family and the room. "We'll be trying out some of my new ideas, the panel approved them yesterday."
"My daddy's is going to be in charge of the show," beamed Sarah.
"That sucks," said Austin, "having a dad who runs that horrible show. It should be against the law what they do to boys."
"Austin," admonished his mother, despite privately agreeing with her son, "you apologize right now."
"Yes, ma'am," the boy softly replied to his mom. "Sorry, sir," he just as softly apologized to Mr. Rogers.
"But, if you're already Nudie Juvie," Tyler asked the girls, bringing the discussion back full circle, "how come you're here."
"Go ahead, Ashley, tell them," demanded a man obviously the girl's father.
"Lauren and I wouldn't let people touch us down there," said the scarlet faced Ashley.
"It's not right," exclaimed Lauren.
"It's the law," declared their father, reaching down and giving each of his daughters' pussies a rub. "If you're Nudie Juvie, you have to allow it." Mrs. Rogers was amazed at the blatancy of the man's actions in so publicly touching his daughters in such an intimate and personal spot. She couldn't help wondering if she'd ever have the nerve to be as daring with Tyler, even though deep down she knew that in his present situation that such actions would ultimately benefit her son.
- continued in Part 2