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Timmy's Terrible Saturday(public, nudity, spank, anal, oral,
nc, multiple/16 boys)
by Nialos Leaning
nialos@yahoo.com

a Nudie Juvie festival story 
For Nudie Juvie Story Festival details and submission
guidelines, and to find all of Nialos' Leaning's youth
punishment and sexual humiliation stories, plus those of
selected guest authors, visit the always free
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Copyright 2004 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:

"This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It depicts preteen
and young teen boys undergoing a court authorized intensive
two hour punishment session involving public nudity,
spanking and forced sexual activity.  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."

* * *

Timmy's Terrible Saturday
by Nialos Leaning

a Nudie Juvie festival story 

"Authorizations, Mrs. Stansky speaking," said a pleasant
voice on the other end of the phone.  

"Hi, I'm Denise Tomlinson," said Timmy's mom, smiling at her
guests, the female contingent of the Curry family from next
door.

"How may I help you, Mrs. Tomlinson?"

"My son has a little problem between his legs causing a big
problem," said the irate mother, glaring at her only son. 

"Mom!" protested the blushing twelve year old, indignant at
the implied insult to the size of his genitals.  His mom
didn't know what he had down there, she hadn't seen him
naked in other a year.  And besides, mothers shouldn't talk 
about their sons' privates to strangers, it just wasn't
right.

Timmy was acutely aware that he was still hairless and that
he still very much had a little boy penis. But his testicles
had started growing, his scrotum hanging down a little over
an inch-and-a-quarter, wider than before, no longer little
marbles almost completely hidden by his penis.  At his
annual exam last week, the pediatrician had told him his
balls measured almost six milliliters, and that anything
over three meant he was in puberty.  
    
It only took a few minutes for the two women on the phone to
exchange the necessary information.  "Your request is
approved," said Mrs. Stansky.  "Please make sure your son
understands that any failure to cooperate or comply is a
violation of a court order, and he'll be in much worse
trouble."

"I will," said Mrs. Tomlinson.

"If you're ready," said the court officer, "I have your
authorization number.  You'll need to bring it with you
tomorrow."

"Ready," came the reply.

After scribbling the number, mother turned to son,
smirkingly informing him, "You've been authorized for
tomorrow's Intensive at the high school gym." 
  
The latest victim of his pranks, eleven year old Tammy
Curry, couldn't stop herself from giggling, already
picturing in her mind a naked Timmy.  The bathing suit clad
Timmy was picturing the same thing, but he was far from
happy about it.

"But mom," I didn't do anything bad," protested Timmy.

"You don't call trying to pull my bathing suit down being
bad?" retorted Tammy.

"Well, I certainly do," said Mrs. Curry.

"As do I," affirmed Mrs. Tomlinson.

"Ah, come on mom, it was only a joke," Timmy lamely tried
excusing himself.  "You didn't have to call." 

"Yes I did," his mom responded.  "Your pranks against others
and your acts of disrespect toward females both have to
stop, and stop now."

"How can you do this to me?" cried the boy.

"I can do it because I love you and it's the best way to
stop you before you get in serious trouble," came the reply.

"Couldn't you call them back and do something else?"

"No.  A Saturday Intensive is exactly what you need.  It's
deliberately designed to be so embarrassing and painful that
afterwards you won't ever even think about misbehaving
enough to end up in a regular Naked Punishment program.  Or
worse, in serious legal trouble," informed his mom,
increasing Timmy's crying and Tammy's giggling.

"I hear," Mrs. Curry added her two cents, "they even make
you do the penalty stuff that kids who don't cooperate have
to do."

This turned Timmy's tears on full force.  The other day at
the mall, he saw the penalty for two boys who had been
caught trying to cover.  He wasn't that kind of boy, and
besides, what those boys had to do was sick.  No way was he
going to do that, and that was that. 

* * *

The next morning, the Tomlinson family, mother, father, and 
condemned son Timmy arrived at the school right on time,
accompanied by the Curry family.  Timmy's apprehension
wasn't helped any by the long line of people, including many
families, paying to get into the gym for today's fun and
games.  His heart nearly stopped when he spotted two naked
boys around his age, both sporting raging erections.

At the sign-in desk, his mom read her authorization code to
the clerk.  After entering this into the computer, the clerk
told the Tomlinsons, "the program includes audience
participation, you'll need to fill this out to indicate who
will do what to Timmy."

While a smiling Mrs. Tomlinson began completing the form,
the female clerk ordered, "Timothy Tomlinson, out of those
clothes this very instant."

Sensing two female police officers watching him, Timmy
reluctantly started undressing, slowly peeling his clothing
off, which was put in a bag for his parents.  All too soon,
the blushing boy was standing naked in front of a small
crowd of people, hands instinctively covering his genitals.

"Hands on your head," snapped one of the policewomen,
"covering up or playing with yourself without permission is
against the rules."

"Not to worry," said the other officer, "you, and a lot of
other people, will get plenty of chances today to play with
it."

Timmy hesitantly placed his hands behind his head, putting
all of his hairless glory on display. "Look," said Tammy,
"his penis is getting hard."

"His dick, dear," corrected the clerk, "when kids are in any
type of Naked Punishment, we don't use polite words for
their parts, we use the dirty ones."  

"Okay," said Tammy, excited to have permission to use
naughty words. "Hey, look everyone, Timmy has a boner, his
dick is standing straight up."   

Timmy's face blushed the reddest it ever had been, the boy
embarrassingly aware of his skinny just over two inches hard
on pointing toward the ceiling.  After letting Timmy stand
exposed and stiff for several minutes that seemed like an
hour to him, another female clerk used a thick marker pen to
write the number "16" on his arms and back.  "Without a
number, can't tell the players apart," she quipped.

After Timmy had been led away to a locker room to join a
group of naked boys aged 9 to 14, Tammy commented, "I don't
see any girls being signed up."

"That's right, dear," answered a clerk, "first Saturdays of
the month are boys only."

"Since he's been disrespecting females," explained  Mrs.
Tomlinson, "I didn't want him seeing any naked girls."

"Well, what about the girls," persisted Tammy, "when do they
get their turn?"

"Third Saturday is girls only," responded the clerk, "and
the other Saturdays are mixed boys and girls, half and
half."

Tammy's curiosity satisfied and the paperwork finished, the
Tomlinson and Curry clans entered the gymnasium, finding
seats in the crowded bleachers, near a chair marked with
Timmy's number.  Sixteen of these tall chairs were arranged
on the gym floor, sideways to the stands.  The seats were
covered in an uncomfortable looking coarse matting; soft
cloth cuffs dangled from the legs, straps from the seat and
open framed back. 

* * *

In the locker room, the sixteen embarrassed blushing boys
were working furiously on their dicks, to get them, as
instructed, hard for their grand entrance.

"Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, welcome to today's
Saturday Intensive," announced the announcer.  "Today, we
have sixteen very naughty and very naked boys being
punished.  And now, without further ado, it's show time, as
we begin with a parade of our little pricks showing off
their pricks, little or not." 

As Sousa's "Stars and Stripes Forever" began blaring from
the speakers, the blushing naked boys, all with stiff dicks
sticking out and up, began marching into the gym.

"Number one," intoned the announcer, "nine year old Sammy
Mosley; number two, thirteen year old Charlie Bateman." 
Each naked boy, boners at full mast, was introduced, ending
with "and number sixteen, twelve year old Timmy Tomlinson."

Timmy had never been so embarrassed, so red faced, as he now
was, parading around the gym with stiff boner on display to
a thousand pairs of eyes.  But, his reluctant march was only
the beginning, a prelude to much worse to come over the next
two hours.

After a few minutes, several supervising adults on the floor
directed each bare boy to the chair bearing his number.

"We wouldn't want our naked boys to get cold," said the
announcer, "so let's start off by warming their bare bottoms 
up with a spanking."  Timmy's tears started anew, he knew
this was going to hurt.  And, he hated how every few minutes
the announcer rubbed it in by reminding everyone of the
obvious, that he, and the other boys, were naked.

"Will the designated spankers for the first spanking please
come on down," invited the announcer.  Sixteen smiling
people, mostly kids, made their way down to the gym floor. 
Timmy was horrified to see Tammy making her way to his
chair.  

"Boys, over your chairs, please, tummies on the seat,"
commanded the voice. In short order, all sixteen already
crying naked boys were bent sideways over their chairs, feet
and heads dangling above the floor, bare bottoms facing the
audience.  The spankers, assisted by the four adult floor
supervisors, quickly had each boy's hands and feet secured
with cloth cuffs to the legs of their chairs.  Each spanker
was handed a thin and flexible wooden ruler.

"This spanking lasts five minutes.  Spankers, when the
buzzer sounds, spank away."

The buzzer buzzed.  Paddles paddled.  Boys blared.  Bare
bottoms blazed.  Rears reddened.  Torrential tears tumbled. 
Throats thundered torment.

For five full minutes the clock counted.  Finally, the siren
sounded, the spankings stopped.  The gym was filled with the
sight of sixteen very red bottoms and the sound of sixteen
wildly sobbing boys.  Quickly, the boys were released to
dance the dance of the spanked, greatly amusing the
audience.

"Enough of that," demanded the announcer after a few minutes
of frantic prancing and rubbing by the boys, "it's time for
another kind of rubbing.  Stand in front of your chairs and
face the stands." Slowly, but not so slowly as to induce the
wrath of the almighty voice, the boys complied.  

"Now," came the command, "start rubbing those dicks, and
don't stop until the siren sounds ten minutes from now." 

Hesitantly, the blushing boys began beating off in full view
of over a thousand spectators.  Spurred on by the
supervisors smacking the slowpokes already sore bottoms,
soon all the boys were furiously masturbating themselves.
 From the smallest prick of the group, belonging to a nine
year old, to the largest, belonging to one of the thirteen
year olds, sixteen hands worked away on sixteen dicks.  Soon
the gym was filled with a crescendo of sight and sound, boys
moaning, boys shouting, boys tapping feet, boys prancing
about, boys thrusting hips back and forth, in a boy orgy of
orgasmic shenanigans.

In his ten minutes of red faced humiliation, Timmy
ejaculated twice, both times a small amount of clear fluid
oozing out the tip of his prick.  Timmy was agonizingly
embarrassed by his spitting cock, his face so red it was
burning.  In other circumstances, Timmy would have been
proud of his ability to produce, the doctor had told him
most boys at his level of development couldn't. 

All the boys came at least once.  Some of the younger boys
had three or four dry orgasms, with most of the other non-
shooters experiencing two.  All the shooters came at least
once, the thirteen year old with the group's biggest cock
came twice, and one twelve year squirted a thin waterily cum
onto his belly three times. Timmy's attention had been
caught by the fourteen year old next to him.  This boy, with
a full bush of hair and almost adult sized balls and dick,
came only once, powerfully painting his chest with white
spots.

By the end of the ten minutes, the boys were finding it
increasingly hard to stay hard and to rub their increasingly
sensitive and sore cocks.  When the siren sounded, all
sixteen boys quickly dropped their hands form their
genitals. 

"And now," said the evil announcer, as Timmy now thought of
him, "it's time for all our naughty naked little pricks,
both those with big pricks and those with little ones, to
get another spanking."

To Timmy's dismay, this time Tammy's mom came down to his
chair, armed with a paddle almost twice as thick as the
ruler Tammy had used.  With an adult wailing away on his
exposed bottom, this five minute session was much more
painful than the previous one.  These spankings were much
like the first round, with a similar end result in the boys'
ends.  Ends that were about to taste another kind of pain.

While the boys danced about, rubbing not-so-merrily away,
the floor supervisors busily screwed into the center of each
chair seat a gleaming lubricated dildo.  All were small by
adult standards, sizes varying depending on the size of the
boy.  The chairs were turned to face the bleachers.          

"Will our designated seat masters and their assistants come
on down," asked the announcer.  Sixteen adults, and sixteen
kids, made their way to their assigned chairs.  Before long,
Timmy's mom and little Tammy Curry were standing within
inches of the naked perpetually blushing boy.

"Gentlemen, please place your butt holes right above the
prongs."  Gingerly, the sixteen naked boys climbed onto
their seats, and as instructed, positioned their exposed
holes to painful danger.

"Now," boomed the voice, "be seated."  Some boys slowly
began impaling themselves, some others starting than quickly
coming back up, some not moving at all.   
 
"Masters, make sure your boys go all the way down."  Sixteen
sets of adult hands firmly pressed down on sixteen sets of
boy shoulders, firmly seating the now sobbing boys, some
screaming out their agony.  While the adults held the boys
down, the kid assistants secured the boys, strapping their
thighs and chests to the chair, cuffing their legs to the
chair legs and their hands behind their backs.  

"Assistant masters, masturbate" came the next order. 
Immediately, sixteen young hands grabbed and rubbed sixteen
young dicks.  Timmy blushed his reddest and hottest yet, as
Tammy enthusiastically took to her task of tormenting her
tormentor, adding to his embarrassing misery.  His mom stood
right next to his chair, careful not to block the view from
the stands.  Her eyes were locked on Tammy's hand moving
rapidly up and down Timmy's dick.  Hands that were quickly
causing Timmy to reach another dickhead wetting cum.

"This session lasts fifteen minutes," informed the
informative voice.  "Normally, prong seats are reserved as a
penalty for breaking a Naked Punishment rule.  But, we
believe giving the boys a ride on them today will help keep
the little pricks out of more trouble."  Timmy hated how the
"evil" announcer kept calling him and the other boys little
pricks; he knew it was meant as an embarrassing insult that
had nothing to do with their pricks being small or not.  But
for kids like him, who did have a little prick, it
constantly reminded the audience of what they could already
see for themselves.

No sooner had the announcer stopped talking than Tammy had
Timmy cumming.  The hapless boy moaned loudly as a few drops
of clear stuff coated his dickhead.  Tammy smiled, never
slowing down, adding to Timmy's discomfort as her girl hand
irritated his sore boy cock.  Within minutes, he came again.
Just before the siren, he came a third time, a shuddering
dry cum eliciting shouts of discomfort from Timmy's throat.

Several other of the shooters had also dry cum.  Every boys'
dick was now red and sore looking.  Timmy knew for sure that
not only did his red dick look sore, it was sore, hurting
him to the point of tears.

The fifteen minutes up, the announcer directed, "assistants,
hands off."  Some faster than others, hands left dicks. 
Some boys were so close, that even untouched, they erupted
into unsatisfying climaxes.

"Please release your boys from the chairs."  Quickly this
was accomplished.

"Boys, off your chairs and on your feet."  As the boys
extracted themselves from their painful intruders, the gym
filled with the sounds of audible popping and moaning, even
a few screams from several boys who lifted up too fast.

"Sorry, boys," said the almost gleeful sounding announcer,
"no time for you little pricks to rest your dicks, for the
next fifteen minutes, it's circle jerk time.  Or, I should
say, line jerk time."

Quickly the boys were divided into four groups of four. 
Each group included one of the smallest four boys and one of
the biggest fours boys, and at least one shooter.  Two
groups were positioned facing the bleachers on one side of
the gym, one near the end of the stands, the other near the
middle.  the other two groups were similarly situated on the 
other side of the gym.  A floor supervisor stood by each
group.  Soon the supervisors had the two boys on one end of
the group holding each other's dicks, and the two on the
other end doing the same.  The groups had been arranged so
that the smallest boy and the biggest boy had hold of each
other's cocks.

"Begin," commanded the voice.  "And, no matter what happens,
no letting go and no stopping."  Thus began a comical
display, as the boys awkwardly masturbated their partners.
The grimaces on some faces confirmed that this attention by
hands mostly not used to stroking another was not very
pleasurable, especially on already sore dicks.  The audience
was highly amused by the sight of the large hands and
fingers of the largest thirteen and fourteen year olds
jerking off the tiny dicks of the tiniest nine and ten year
olds.  And the reverse, the tiny fists working over large
teenage cocks.

Every three minutes, the groups, hands still rubbing away on
each other, moved further along the line of bleachers. 
Despite themselves and their exhausted genitals, every boy
came at least once, most of the non-shooters twice, some
three times. One unlucky eleven year old dry boy, in the
hands of a very experienced thirteen year old, came four
times, each producing a spectacular display of movement and
noise.  Timmy came twice, both times dry and very
uncomfortable.  The boy he was doing also came twice, his
white sticky cum coating Timmy's hand, to the twelve year
old's disgust.  

When the fifteen minutes elapsed, the boys had made a
complete circuit of the gym.  The few non-shooters who were
lucky enough to partner with a non-shooter were pristine in
comparison to the others, many whom had a drying cum mess on
some part of themselves, either from their own pricks or
that of their partners.  But, the non-shooter pairs were 
standing shakily, having been among the most frequent
cummers on their journey around the gym.        

"Now, you naked little pricks," the announcer pronounced, "I
have some good news and bad news. Your dicks get a rest for
now, but it's time to burn up your behinds again.  Spanking
three designees, please come on down and get your bare
bottom destruction weapons."  

Sixteen adults, mostly male, came onto the floor, where they
were handed three tailed tawses. After a brief conference
with the floor supervisors, the adults headed toward the
chairs.  Timmy was horrified to see his father, menacingly
swishing his "weapon" in the air, purposefully striding 
toward him.  

All too soon the sixteen boys were secured over their
chairs, the dildos having been long removed.  Their wide
spread bottoms, including still painful ass holes, were well
displayed to all, as were their dangling balls.

"This spanking lasts five minutes," proclaimed the voice, a
voice Timmy was tired of hearing.  "Beginning now."

The sixteen wicked tawses swished through the air, striking
sixteen bare boy bottoms.  Every boy cried out from the
first stroke onward, strokes landing every four or five
seconds.   By the tenth, a wildly sobbing Timmy was
convinced he couldn't survive this to the end.  But then it
got much worse, as some strokes began landing in his butt
crack, with a tail occasionally finding its way into his
tail hole.  By now, Timmy, and all the boys, were wailing
away in futile protest of the ongoing whaling away on their
behinds, cracks, and holes.  The other two spankings were
child's play compared to this assault on their defenseless
butts.  With ninety seconds to go, Timmy let out an earth
shattering scream as one of the tails struck his balls full
force.  Approximately every thirty seconds thereafter, his
helpless balls tasted the tawse, including the very last
stroke before the siren.  In all, his precious family
jewels, now bright red and painfully throbbing, had been hit
four times.  The screams of all the other boys attested that
their balls too had been deliberately subjected to the same
treatment.

Once the boys had been released and somewhat quieted down,
most unsuccessfully struggling not to break the rules by
clutching sore balls, the announced again took charge.  "I
should mention that ordinarily, the tawse, and ball busting
are penalties reserved for Naked Punishment rule breakers. 
But we feel it does the boys good to experience that today."

"Thanks a lot," muttered one crying ten year old, still
prancing around, balls firmly in hand.  Fortunately, none of
the adults heard him.

"Now, before our grand finale," the announcer announced on,
"it's time for our naked boys to experience the joys of one
more penalty.  Besides, it looks like most of the little
pricks are breaking the rules anyway."

A few boys immediately dropped their hands from sore sacks,
but most of the rest of those holding aching acorns couldn't
bring themselves to forego what little relief their hands
afforded.

"Boys," loudly demanded the sinisterly evil sounding voice,
"let go of those balls, now."

Seeing the supervisors, and a few adults, quickly advancing,
tawses in hand, boy hands quickly dropped away from bruised
boy balls.  While this was going on, the supervisors, with 
volunteer help from the stands, unrolled sixteen mats onto
the floor, and moved the chairs to an end wall.

"Now," came the gleeful voice, "it's blow job time!"

The supervisors rapidly had the boys paired up, as closely
as possible matching body sizes, but not necessarily dick
sizes. The boys were quickly placed in classic sixty-nine
position, genitals inches from each other's faces.

"Attention you little pricks," the announcer demanded
attention, "for the next fifteen minutes you're to have each
other's dicks in your mouths, sucking and licking away.  If
a dick comes out of your mouth for any reason, or if you
stop sucking or licking, you'll get another five minute dose
of the tawse. It's okay if cum leaks from your mouth, but if
you do anything like spitting or keeping your mouth open to
help it come out, you'll also get the tawse."

Every boy, from the biggest bravest teen to the smallest 
most scared preteen, had tears rolling down his brightly red
face.  None knew how their very sore dicks and balls would
be able to stand any of this; none wanted to do this; they
all hated what they were about to be made to do in front of
so many people.  Timmy was openly crying, only yesterday in
the kitchen he swore to himself that he wouldn't do this, no
matter what, and now he had no choice but to do it.  He knew
that with classmates sitting up in the stands, it would be a
long time before he could live this one down.

"Dicks in mouths, now," voiced the voice.

As soon as this was done, "start sucking" exploded from the
speakers.  Soon, slurping sounds were everywhere in the gym,
as the boys sorrowfully sucked each other, heads sliding up
and down salvia slick dicks, the sound of muffled crying
escaping from around more than one lip encased cock.

Timmy had been teamed up with another twelve year old.  Both
were within an inch of each other in physical height, but
the other boy was more developed.  Small patch of hair,
somewhat longer and much thicker dick than Timmy, and balls
about twice the size of Timmy's.  Still, his partner's dick
wasn't so big that with a little effort Timmy couldn't get
it all in his mouth.  It was sickening to him to have
another boy's pisser in his mouth, but somehow he managed to
avoid gagging.

Soon, Timmy and partner had a rhythm going, as did all the
other teams.  Despite himself, it wasn't long before he felt
an orgasm coming on.  Then, as the pleasure built, he
suddenly came in one of the most powerful cums of his young
life, a few drops of his clear fluid actually propelling a
short distance from the tip of his dick instead of just
smearing the head.  Even with his lips clamped tightly on
Timmy's prick, onlookers could clearly see the grimace on
the other boy's face as he tasted Timmy's offering for the
first time.  Almost immediately, Timmy's partner
reciprocated, depositing a small load of somewhat thicker
salty tasting cum in Timmy's mouth.  Caught by surprise,
some escaped onto his chin and cheeks, and some he
hesitantly swallowed, making a face of his own.  Timmy was
petrified that they would think he had let it out on
purpose, rather than the accident it was.  Timmy and his
unwilling partner each came three times, all wet.  The last
almost simultaneous ones were pure torture, all pain and no
joy, as sore dicks and balls screamed out for a stop. 
Through a supreme effort, Timmy managed to avoid having
anymore of the other boy's cum escape his mouth.  

Slowly, ever so slowly, the clocked ticked off the remaining
time.  At long last, the siren announced the end of this
devastating punishment.  Every boy was wondering if their
dicks and balls, not to mention their still painful behinds,
would ever stop hurting. 

"And now, for our grand finale," announced the still going
strong announcer, as evil as ever in Timmy's mind.  This
finale turned out, in its own way, to be as bad for the boys 
as the rest of the day.  The supervisors quickly had the
boys lined up at intervals, facing the bleachers, hands
cuffed behind backs.

"Section one, come on down," invitingly invited the voice. 
Almost that entire section of 125 people emptied onto the
floor, quickly spreading out to seven or eight people per
boy.  For the next four minutes, eyes and hands examined the
boys close up, staring and groping everywhere. When their
time expired, the next section took their place, and so on
until almost thirty-five minutes later all eight sections
had their turn.  

Timmy was mortified when during section four's turn, Mrs.
Curry fondled his balls while Tammy played with his dick for
the second time that day.  He was even more mortified when
his mom's hands took the place of the Curry women. 

"Mom," he protested, "you can't do that, you're my mother!"

"Oh yes I can," she replied, "naughty naked little pricks
like you get their naked little pricks played with by
whomever wants to, and I want to."

"No, stop," Timmy almost shouted as he felt an orgasm coming
on.

"Hush. now," admonished his mother, "I'll stop when I'm and
good and ready, and a not a second sooner."

"But, mom," Timmy kept his protest going, "I'm going to cum
if you don't stop."

"Too bad," said his smirking mom, still rubbing away,
"that's the price you pay for being a naughty naked boy. 
Any more complaints from you, and I'll put you in Naked
Punishment for a week.  Understood?"

"Yes," Timmy meekly replied, voice squeaking as he came in
unison with his response.  A squeak that quickly turned into
a vocal shout, as the pain of his completely unenjoyable cum
increased as he once more moistened the head of his dick.

"See you, little prick, and your little prick, in a few
minutes," said his mom, patting his bare behind as her time
expired.

After his mom, Timmy didn't think it could get any worse,
but it could, and it did.  Section seven had three girls
from his class, all of whom, as if magnetically drawn,
appeared in front of him.

"Please, leave me alone," begged the crying, blushing Timmy. 
"I can't take anymore."

"Well, we'll just have to see about that," said one girl.

"That's why they call it an intensive," said another.

The third girl merely giggled and grabbed Timmy's dick.  One
of the other girls took a shining to rubbing Timmy's shining
red bare bottom, the other not so gently fondled his balls. 
Their accompanying parents just stood around, content to
simply observe their daughters tormenting and humiliating
this boy.  A boy who had been a nuisance to all three girls
all year long.

"Uh oh, no!" screamed Timmy in abject pain as another cum
approached.

"Faster, faster," urged on the masturbating girl's two
friends.  She was only too glad to comply, quickening her
motion on Timmy's prick, giggling all the while.

"Ah," Timmy let out an ear splitting scream of absolute
agony as he painfully dry came, his painful balls in
shutdown mode, temporarily not producing any more juice.  

"Ah, Ah, that hurts!" he screamed again, as the oblivious
girl kept on diligently working his extremely sore dick. 
Fortunately for the loudly crying boy, her time expired
within a few seconds.  

Section eight wasn't as bad, mostly stares and a few quick
gropes from some fifth grade boys, but still embarrassing.

By the time they were lined up for the exit parade, all
sixteen naked boys were a mess, physically and emotionally.
All their dicks, balls and behinds hurt badly, most still
had red faces, and all were leaking tears.

The exhausted naked boys exited as they had entered just
over two hours prior, marching around the gym to a Sousa
march.  Fortunately, they didn't have to have hard ons this
time, but surprisingly, some, including Timmy, were sporting
unwanted boners, very sore and very red looking boners to
match their very sore and very red looking bottoms.  

* * *

As his parents approached him in the locker room, Timmy let
out a sigh of relief.  The nightmare was over, or so he
thought.  But, he was only partly right.

"I hope you learned something today, young man," said his
father.

"So do I," said his mom.  "Because the next step is a full 
Naked Punishment for at least three days."

"Yes, mom," replied the chastened boy, "I promise you won't
have to do that."  And he meant it, the last two hours had
been the worst hell he could ever imagine.

"Good," she answered.  "Now, let's get on home."

"Where are my clothes?" a suddenly panicked Timmy asked as
they headed with the Curry family toward the exit to the
parking lot.

"Already in the car, in the trunk," said his father.

"The Intensive rules say that we can keep you naked until
tomorrow morning, and that's what we're going to do," said
his mother.

"It's to give you another taste of what to expect if you
mess up again," said his father.

"But, but," the crying Timmy protested, "my privates and
butt can't take anymore."

"Not to worry," said his mom, "as long as you don't
misbehave, we can't do anything else to you"

"But," dad chimed in, making sure Timmy understood, "we can
keep you naked the rest of the day, and we are."

And that's what his parents did, keeping the constantly
blushing Timmy naked the rest of that terrible Saturday.  A
constantly blushing Timmy because his parents made sure they
had plenty of places to take the naked twelve year old.  To
the mall to shop for new clothes, clothes that frustratingly
he wasn't allowed to try on.  To visit his aunt, uncle, and
two young cousins, a girl his age and a ten year old boy. 
To the pizza place for dinner with his family and relatives. 
Afterwards, relatives in tow, to the stadium for a ball game
Timmy didn't enjoy at all, despite baseball being his
favorite sport.  

By the time he was allowed to dress for church on Sunday
morning, Timmy had promised himself over and over to never,
never do anything to end up in Naked Punishment. His two
hour Intensive and naked Saturday had been horrible; he
couldn't begin to imagine the horrors of many days straight
of such treatment.  But, of course, being twelve, and a
naturally mischievous boy, only time would tell if he could
stick to this hard to live up to resolve, or if once more he
would find himself naked and hard in public.

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