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