Jamie's ADCON Sentence

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. 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.

Comments may be sent to pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com . Note that the underscores (between pietar, the, and fearless) are part of the name and must be included.

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

Jamie’s ADCON Sentence

Everyone on New Earth knew about ADCON, or Adult Control, the new law recently put in place. It was voted in with a 98.63% margin. Of course, kids weren’t allowed to vote, or even to have any say in the measure.

It was considered a well-established fact that the planet's youth were wasting valuable time and energy because they were inconsiderate of the greater needs of the single city that so far was alone on New Earth. At first, there was the cost for cleaning up litter. Kids aged 8 to 16 seemed to just drop anything they were done with on the sidewalks and streets. Worse still, the kids wasted tremendous resources with the simple act of throwing their used ration cans into the trash instead of cleaning them and putting them in the recycle bins. And then there was the general minor injuries caused by kids either playing dangerous games or having disagreements that ended with punches being thrown.

So New Earth established ADCON. It was seen as a godsend. After the first weeks, the benefits were startling. Beyond even the most optimistic assumptions. Once kids were publicly stripped and paddled, it didn’t take long for them to realize that the ADCON Patrol Officers took their job very seriously. It was now rare to see a naked boy secured between two posts, waiting for his parents to post his bond to gain his release.

The law applied only to boys between the ages of 10 and 15. Adults were uncomfortable with the idea of having girls stripped and paddled. Boys were more often guilty of violating the rules, and most people thought that girls had better moral standards, and thus the benefit of having them stripped naked would be far less than for boys. Younger than 10 was too young, parents generally kept boys of those ages closer to home. And 16 was seen as the first step of adulthood. Boys of that age were often working, and really were not seen as the cause of the problems.

One boy kept himself very much on the correct side of the law. Jamie McAlister was thirteen. Shy, he had few friends. Not because of anything special about him, but rather because of his father. Governor McAlister was the one who proposed the new law. It was Jamie’s dad who ended much of the gathering and fun that up until a month ago had included large numbers of young boys and pre- and early teens. Therefore, what happened one sunny day after school was such a surprise.

“Governor, there’s a ADCON Patrol Officer here to see you,” Mrs. Thompson said over the intercom. “Apparently there is a problem involving your son.”

Jamie McAlister Senior was a busy man. He knew his son was well behaved and would never violate any of the rules. Therefore, he thanked Mrs. Thompson, and said he would be out to talk with the officer as soon as his two meetings were complete.

For Jamie Junior, there was growing fear and concern. The ADCON Patrol Officer had promised he would go straight to the Governor. That had been at least half an hour ago. And his dad had not showed up to pay the release bond. Without that, he was stuck, his arms tied at forty-five degree angles up from his shoulders, his legs tied three feet apart. And he was totally naked.

Jamie knew he was innocent. He never punched Adrian Hawk. His father would have the best attorney in the city to defend him tomorrow in court. But until then, he knew that word that he was here naked was spreading. Already, Adrian, Rodger, Carol, and Nicole were standing there staring at him. Laughing, mocking him, and clearly enjoying the sight. Like him, they were all thirteen years old.

“It seems your daddy doesn’t care as much about you as we thought,” Rodger Weller stated. “I was sure he’d buy your release the moment he heard about it.”

“Unless the officer lied. Maybe he still hadn’t told your dad,” Nicole offered.

That was Jamie’s main concern too. That his father didn’t even know he needed rescue. Otherwise, he’d be here. It was why the four had gone to great lengths to make the ADCON Patrol ‘see’ him punch Adrian, giving the boy a bloody nose. But kids all knew that Hawk had frequent bloody noses. He had caused this one by picking a booger out of his nose. The so-called fight scene had been carefully staged.

Jamie’s life here was mostly unpleasant. Everyone believed he got special treatment because his father was governor. They didn’t believe he got his straight A’s through study and hard work. He had a nicer place to live then any of the other kids. Because of that, he was picked on, but carefully. Getting caught picking on the son of the Governor of New Earth would be very bad indeed.

Other than the four kids who staged the show, only adults were present. Jamie knew that would change soon. The adults didn’t stick around. The men looked and either laughed or looked away before continuing on to their destinations. Jamie believed their reaction was based on whether or not they agreed with the way his dad governed. Woman would stand and stare however. Especially now that he had a boner.

More kids were showing up. Since he hadn’t been sentenced yet, the remaining Patrol Officer ensured that no pictures were taken. If he were to be convicted, that would no longer be prohibited. Unless his dad really did establish a different set of rules for him. But he knew he didn’t need to worry because he had not punched Adrian Hawk in the nose.

By the time his dad did arrive, a score or more of kids were present. Many of them from Jamie’s grade in school, and more than half of them girls.

The bond was paid and the Patrol Officer immediately pressed the button that released the four anchor points. Aids wrapped the younger Jamie in a blanket and rushed him into the limousine with his father.

“What on New Earth did you do?” his dad yelled. “Do you know how this makes me look?”

“Do you know how many kids spent the last hour looking at me?” Jamie Junior shouted back. “I didn’t do anything. And you took your sweet time coming to pay the bond.”

“You must have done something. The ADCON Patrol Officers would never do that to my son without good reason.”

Slowly, both of the McAlister’s calmed down and the story came out. How Adrian faked being punched after Rodger Weller pushed Jamie forward and kicked the back of his arm. How they all told the same story to the Officers, that Jamie McAlister bragged that he could do anything and the Patrol would turn their back because they worked for his father.

“I never claimed that. I never would. And I did not punch Hawk. Tomorrow in court we have to prove that. Adrian said he was going to ask for a Level 3 punishment for me.”

“We will have to find an independent witness to what happened,” his father asserted. “Anything other than clear proof you are innocent will cause even more problems.” He didn’t say that his reelection was coming up. The thought that he protected his guilty son from the Adult Control act he had suggested and put out for a vote could possibly cost him the election.

“Dad, did you hear me? He wants a Level 3 for me. Four hours a day for three days. Paddled 10 times each day. And the removal of all body hair for a month!”

“I know what a Level 3 is,” his dad hissed. “It is only used for gross violation of the rules. I don’t think giving one of your school mates a bloody nose qualifies for that. At worse, you might get two hours tomorrow. I can try to make the punishment be administered away from where it happened. Then few kids would know where to see you.”

“You’re already talking about me being guilty,” his son hollered. “I did not punch the boy!”

“You have to understand, I can’t be seen using any of my power to protect you. I will have some undercover officers try and find a witness who saw what really happened. I do believe you. But if we can’t present proof that you are innocent, we have to control the conviction. Pleading guilty to a Level 1 might not be so bad.”

“Dad, every girl in school will see me naked!”

“Not if I can get the punishment moved to the other side of the city,” his dad explained.

“Uh, Governor, if you do that, it will solidify the other boy’s statement that you give preferential treatment to your own son,” one of his aids suggested. “It will strengthen the claim that this deserves a Level 3 punishment.”

“I can’t have pictures of my naked son printed on every newspaper and passed around at school,” the Governor proclaimed. “I have to do something.”

“No, he’s right,” young Adrian spoke. “That’s how they plan to get a Level 3 punishment. They expect you to do something like that. We have to find another way.”

“I could send you back to Earth,” his father suggested.

“Where you are not liked because you managed to bring the best and brightest here and much of the world’s wealth as well,” the aide offered. “Your son might be even worse off there.”

“Sleep on it,” his dad suggested. “I’ll have men out getting to the truth. Maybe they can find proof the four kids practiced it. Don’t fret, I’m sure it will work out. The Judge might be one of my appointees, and if so, he would never approve a Level 3 without proof that you did punch the boy. Right now, it’s your word against the four of them.”

“And the two ADCON Patrol Officers who say they saw your son punch the boy,” the aide remarked.

The next day Adrian was dressed in his very best clothes, which had been carefully ironed just before he put them on. When he and his father arrived at the court house, they were both dismayed to see the number of reporters and TV Cameras present.

“Did your men find anything to prove I didn’t do it?” the younger Jamie asked.

“Well, not necessarily. They did get a statement from a girl who says she knows it was staged, but can’t explain how she knows.”

“Eve Williams,” young Jamie sighed.

“Yes. And she has lied to a court twice before, so we don’t think having her as your witness is our best move. I wanted to talk to the Patrol Officers who arrested you, but my political advisor said that if they changed their testimony from what is in their report after I talked with them it would make things even worse for us.”

“So I plead guilty? Dad, I can’t. One, I didn’t do anything. And two, I’ll be naked. I don’t want that.”

“It isn’t that bad,” his dad offered. “I mean, it isn’t like the boys in your school haven’t already seen you naked in the showers after gym.” He saw the look on his son’s face. “You don’t shower after gym?”

“Lots of boys don’t.” Jamie saw his dad’s eyebrows go up. “Okay, some don’t, and I’m one of them. I’m shy.”

The limo had parked and security officers came up to escort the Governor and his son past the throngs of people and into the courthouse.

“Who’s the judge?” the Governor asked.

“Joan Breckenridge,” one of the officers answered.

“Shit,” young Jamie said, not aware his swear word had been picked up by a microphone. “She’s running against you, isn’t she. You aren’t going to be able to get me out of this now.”

“Yes, she is one of two opponents. But that doesn’t change things,” his dad offered. But he didn’t sound like he believed it either.

As they passed through security, an aide came running over. “Governor, things just got worse. A reporter told an ADCON Patrol Officer that he heard your son swear in public. Apparently, it was picked up on a microphone. Rather than delay the hearing, he’s asked the bailiff to find out how Judge Breckenridge wants it handled.”

The trial went quickly. Adrian Hawk brought his charges and explained to the court how young Jamie McAlister never got into trouble, and how he bragged that his father covered up anything he did. He said that he could prove it. “And immediately after he said that, he punched me, in full view of two ADCON Patrol Officers. Here’s the shirt I was wearing yesterday.” He held up a bloody shirt.

Jamie was pretty sure the boy hadn’t bled even close to the amount of blood that was on the shirt, but he didn’t say that. What he did say was that his dad had never used his title to get him out of trouble because he’d never been in trouble.

“So you’re saying that if you were in trouble, as you are now, that your father would use his office to protect you?” Judge Breckenridge asked.

“No,” Jamie protested. “I didn’t say that. I said I’ve never been in trouble.”

“I had a reporter who said he overheard you say this morning that your dad, and I quote, “Won’t be able to get me out of this now.” Did you say that?”

“No, your Honor.”

“Are you sure?”

“My dad would not use his office or his title to protect me. I didn’t punch Adrian Hawk. And I didn’t say anything that would imply my father was going to try and make his claim go away. Mr. Hawk is lying your Honor. And I am not.”

She pointed to the bailiff, who came up to the front desk with a huge camera with the logo for Channel 1 on it. The man pressed a button.

“Shit. She’s running against you, isn’t she. You aren’t going to be able to get me out of this now.” It was clearly his voice.

“That’s two violations right there. One, swearing in public, and two, lying in court. What proof do you have that young Mr. Hawk is lying?”

“None, your Honor,” Jamie muttered.

“Mr. Jenson.” An ADCON Officer in the second row stood up. “You said you found a camera from the store across the street that shows what happened. Do you have a copy of it with you?”

“Yes, your Honor.” He stepped forward and handed a computer disk to the bailiff. A minute later, the lights were dimmed. The image was grainy, and shot from over a hundred feet away. But just as someone walked between the camera and the five kids, you could see Jamie’s left arm jerk forward. Adrian Hawk grabbed his nose and fell to the ground. When he stood up, he had a bloody nose.

“Jamie David McAlister, that looks pretty convincing to me. Do you have anything else to say?”

“That man blocked the camera just as it happened,” Jamie explained. “I didn’t punch him, one of the other boys kicked my arm. That’s why you can see it shoot forward.”

“Can you prove this?”

“No,” Jamie squeaked.

“Then under the provisions of the Adult Control Act of New Earth Year 7, I sentence you to a Level 3 punishment for striking Adrian Hawk and giving him a bloody nose. That is to be followed by a Level 3 punishment for lying to the court on at least two occasions. And then a Level 1 for swearing in public. The punishments will be served outside the main doors of your school, beginning fifteen minutes after the dismissal bell. Bailiff, hand Mr. McAlister over to the ADCOM’s.”

Jamie couldn’t believe his ears. He could see the smile spread across Adrian’s face. Two Level 3 punishments, followed by a Level 1. Seven days naked in public. Body hair removed. Being paddled several times. It was the worse sentence ever handed down in the short history of the ADCON act.

“Uh, your Honor, could I approach the bench please?” Adrian asked.

Jamie shuddered, wondering what more the boy could possibly want. They talked softly for several minutes before he returned to his bench.

“It seems that young Mr. Hawk has some degree of compassion for you,” Judge Breckenridge began. “He has suggested terms for both of the Level 3 punishments to be reduced to Level 2’s if you accept. First, he requests that you formally notify the press that you waive all restrictions on showing you naked, both on New Earth and on Earth. Second, even though a Level 2 does not require the loss of all body hair, you will agree to it. However, it will be for six months, not one. Third, you will visit each of the four elementary schools on New Earth. While there, you will meet with fifth and sixth grade classes. You will answer questions and assist teachers with health classes. Then he requires that you answer all questions put to you truthfully. However, this is limited. You do not have to supply any ID information, passwords, or government secrets you may know. Finally, he has a private term that he will discuss with you alone. Before we get to that, are you willing to accept the terms I just discussed in order to have the sentence reduced to two Level 2 and one Level 1 punishments?”

The private one had to be huge Jamie figured. And allowing TV stations to show him naked would really suck. But depending on what the private request was, it was a very big improvement over two Level 3 punishments. Level 2 was for two days, not three. And he would still be paddled each day, but only four strokes instead of ten. “Yes, your Honor, I would accept the changes you have stated.”

“Then you and Mr. Hawk have five minutes in the conference room over there to iron out the private agreement. If you accept whatever it is, then I will resentence you.” The Judge pointed to the room and both boys met there.

“I’ll keep it simple,” Adrian began. “And if you try to negotiate, I will increase my demands, not lower them. For the next couple of days, you will alternate between my house and Roger’s. For each Level 2 violation you will give a blowjob to one of us, starting at my house. In addition, there will be another boy with us. I’ll limit the age of the additional boy to be between eleven and fourteen. You will also blow that boy. So that’s a total of eight blowjobs spread out over four days.” He paused, expecting a response from Jamie. When he didn’t get one, he continued.

“The other thing is you agree to not masturbate in private until the entire sentence is complete. If you must do it, you either do it in public or have someone else do it to you. You will have to arrange it so that I am there to witness it. I’ll have to trust you a lot on this, but if I can prove you cheated, we’ll be back in court. That’s it, do you accept my terms?”

Blowjobs! He should have guessed. Was it worth it? He wished he could discuss it with his dad. No, wait, that wasn’t something he wanted his father to know about.

“I’m waiting, and the Judge only gave you five minutes,” Adrian said.

He did not want to ever give anyone a blowjob, especially not Hawk and Weller. But Level 3 punishments also dictated that any other violation of the ADCON rules in the following year the punishment would be increased by one level. Level 2 did not have that. If he didn’t accept the deal, he was sure he’d be forced into another violation. “I will do it,” he said, his head hanging.

They returned to the courtroom. “Your Honor, I’m happy to let you know that Jamie McAlister has accepted my private offer.”

She smiled. She was not about to let the boy make a private offer that, if it became known, would question her status as Judge and Candidate for Governor. She had required that he tell her what the private deal would include. What he wanted was too much, and she changed anal penetration to oral sex, and decreased the number of times from 32 to just 8. She was confident that if the deal became public, as she was sure it would, she could disavow any knowledge of what the Jamie had agreed to.

The resentencing of Jamie was completed and documented in the Court Record book. Jamie then drafted a letter to all new media indicating that he waived his right to privacy regarding descriptions of or video showing him naked. Once a few minor changes were made as per Judge Breckenridge he signed it. Then the session was ended.

It was a school day, and just before lunch time. Jamie didn’t want to go, but his father insisted he attend the remainder of the school day. “Breckenridge is clearly out to make me look bad. If I keep you out of school, every paper will run that as a major news story. And what the hell did you agree to privately?”

Jamie couldn’t believe his dad was more interested in remaining Governor than he was concerned about him. “I’m not allowed to tell anyone, that is the only part of the deal I can discuss,” he lied. Adrian didn’t care how many people he told. Still in his suit, he was dropped off at the front walk of the school. He thought about running, but truant from school was also an ADCON violation.

He was dismissed ten minutes before the final bell. Three ADCON Patrol Officers were waiting for him outside the main door. Kept at the edge of school property were news crews from all three TV stations plus two newspapers.

“One chance. Either you take your clothes off or we secure you and then cut them off.” The officers might feel sorry for him, but it didn’t matter. They had a job to do. And how they conducted themselves would be seen by everyone on the news tonight.

Cameras were focused on him as he slowly removed his suit. Once naked, he was told to stand between the two posts that had been put in place just for this.

“What are you waiting for?” he asked when they didn’t connect him to the anchor points.

“Your sentence doesn’t start until fifteen minutes after the bell rings,” the officer said. “We’ll anchor you in place, don’t worry.”

The bell rang. Hardly a single student headed for the buses. Even if they had to walk two miles home, the kids were not going to miss this. The entire student body gathered around. Dozens of them had phones out ready to record it.

“Okay, spread your arms and legs out to the posts,” the Officer ordered. As soon as he was in position, the electronic locks secured his arms and legs in place.

“As proscribed, a Level 2 punishment starts with four swats with the paddle,” the officer said. “Are you ready to begin?”

“I guess,” Jamie nearly sobbed. He’d never been spanked or paddled before, and now his first time was going to be witnessed by probably every person who lived on New Earth. And perhaps by all of Earth as well.

The swats were not delivered as hard as they could have been, but the officer did not keep them from hurting either. Jamie’s ass burned when he was done, and the boy would have been rubbing it if he could. At least he hadn’t cried.

Next came the removal of all body hair. A chemical was sprayed on him from the neck down. After a few minutes, it was hosed off, and then he was wiped with a towel. The kids gathered around loved the result.

One benefit to his agreement was that he was only left secured for two hours instead of the four had this been a Level 3 punishment. The downside when it was done was that he had to follow Adrian Hawk home for the private duty. Lloyd Pullman walked along with them. He was in seventh grade, the same as he and Adrian, but he’d been held back a few years ago and was fourteen, a year older than the other two. Not too bright, and clearly not from one of the more privileged families on New Earth, he didn’t seem especially excited. Jamie wondered if he even knew why he was invited.

Lloyd beamed with pleasure when they got to Adrian’s room and was told why he was there. He quickly lowered his trousers and boxers, and Jamie suddenly felt sick. The boy’s dick was at least five inches long and much thicker than his own. And he had gobs of thick, dark hairs all around it and even some on his sack. The left ball hung lower than the right one, and their size showed that he was capable of shooting loads of cum.

Jamie didn’t really know how he’d gotten through it without vomiting, but he had. Lloyd left as soon as he was done, but Adrian was waiting his turn. At least that boy was nearly identical to him in size and hair. Only then Jamie remembered, he no longer had pubes.

Hawk shot half as much as Pullman had, and it was thinner. His job done for the day, Adrian could have called for a ride from one of his dad’s aides, but decided to walk instead. As he walked past Main Street Appliances, he caught an image on a TV screen. It was him, naked and secured to the four posts, just as the Patrol Officers used a hose to wash the chemical that had dissolved his body hair. He couldn’t hear the voice over, but it was only around four in the afternoon and already his naked, hairless body was being broadcast for everyone on New Earth to see.

His father conveniently had work to do at the office and left word he wouldn’t be home until late. Jamie was sure it was just to avoid having to face his son. And he was good with that. He was sure his dad had watched as he stripped naked in front of his school, and it was something he did not want to talk about.

The next day, right after lunch, his principal called him out of class. He was to be taken by a school bus to the first of four elementary schools. Today it was PS 1. He was met by that school’s principal, Ms. Woodworth.

“Since this is also going to be part of health class, you may as well strip here and leave your clothes on the bus,” she said. Jamie couldn’t see the logic of it, and decided she just wanted to have him naked in her school. Something probably every kid had at least one nightmare of. But because questioning her or arguing with her were both likely to work against him, he stripped. He noticed she didn’t get off the bus, or even turn her back.

“Okay, let me bring you to the auditorium. The fifth and sixth grade students will be arriving there soon.” She put him on a chair in the center of the stage, where he could look out on the empty seats that would soon be filled with kids aged ten and eleven. He was living the nightmare of being naked in school, and his dick began to harden.

When the bell rang, she came up on stage and told him to stand. The chair was removed. Ms. Woodworth looked at his growing erection and smiled, but didn’t say anything about it. Kids began to enter, and upon seeing the naked boy on the center of the stage they hurried to get the best seats. Instead of filling in the back first, this time they all wanted to be in the first row.

In minutes, roughly forty kids were laughing and cheering as they stared at the boy with his dick sticking straight out. Of course, nearly all of them had seen him on the news last night, but this was better.

He hated public speaking. In general, he hated everything public. But unlike his father’s campaigning, he could not get out of this assignment. His voice broke as he introduced himself and explained how the ADCON law worked. Then the questions started.

Why was he hard? How often did it happen? What did it feel like to be naked? He did his best to answer each question. Then came one that he knew was a setup. It had to be.

“Have you ever put a penis in your mouth?” a boy asked. Jamie looked to where the boy sat. He saw that he knew the boy; it was Roger Weller’s younger brother.

He had to answer truthfully. “Yeah, I have,” he stammered. That got everyone’s attention, and dozens more questions were fired at him. Before he could answer them, Ms. Woodworth cut them off. “That topic is not appropriate and will not be discussed.” She then invited the health teacher to take over.

His body was used to show changes that would occur. Of course, he had no pit hair or pubes, but she assured the kids that before yesterday he had. The teacher used a pointer to explain the functions of his scrotum, and the testicles contained inside it. Then his penis.

“Now, who knows what masturbation means?” she asked. Jamie gulped. She wouldn’t, would she? He hoped not.

Many hands went up, and she called on a girl in the front row.

“It is when a person touches their genitals for pleasure,” she boasted, knowing it was the right answer. After all, she was in sixth grade. She’d known what that word meant for two years now.

“That’s correct,” the health teacher said. “Now, some people are embarrassed to admit they do it because there are a lot of people who say that it is bad. But the honest truth is that most people do it. Perhaps not so much at your ages, but certainly by the time they become teenagers.”

She turned to Jamie. “Do you masturbate?”

“Yeah,” he said, feeling his ears getting warm as kid giggled to hear him admit it.

“When did you first do it, and how did you know what to do?” she asked.

“I guess a few years ago. I’m not real sure.” He paused. “A neighbor boy showed me how.”

“Can you do it too much?” someone, a boy, shouted out. It got a laugh, but the teacher hushed them.

“It is totally okay to masturbate, even more than once a day. It is only a problem if it keeps you from doing other activities like hanging out with your friends or doing your homework. And, if you become sore from doing it, you need to stop and let your body heal.”

She again turned to Jamie. “Has anyone ever caught you doing it?”

“No,” he insisted.

“She turned back to the audience. “Masturbating is private, and it can be embarrassing is someone catches you doing it. But chances are, they’ve done it too, and probably know how you feel and understand your embarrassment. If you do get caught, you can laugh it off or make a joke to help make it less awkward. Now, each of you should be comfortable exploring your own bodies, but in private. Jamie McAlister gave up that right to privacy. How many saw him on the news last night?”

Nearly every kid raised a hand.

“As part of his sentencing for the violations he committed, he gave the TV stations permission to show him naked. Now I’m guessing that at least some of you boys aren’t sure exactly how to masturbate. Since Jamie has given up his right to privacy, I’m going to instruct him to show you how he does it. There is no right or wrong way, but I’ll have him comment on why he does it the way he does.”

Jamie felt like he was about to pass out. Here he was, naked in a school. And now he was going to be told to jack off?

“Now, I already hear some giggling. This may seem funny, but it isn’t. This is a class, and a one-time opportunity for a boy to use his experience to show you, just as an older boy once showed him. So act accordingly.”

“Jamie, begin, but as you do, explain what you are doing and how it feels.”

He wondered if he had to do it. Was this part of the punishment handed down by Judge Breckenridge? If so, and he refused, he could end up back to having two Level 3 punishments. He couldn’t chance it. He wrapped his thumb and two fingers of his right hand around his shaft and began stroking.

“This is how I do it,” he began. He closed his eyes so he couldn’t see the rows of eyes watching his every move. But he could still hear them. Some giggling softly, some sighing.

He carried through the motions, doing his best to describe how it felt. As he continued, he ran out of words and concentrated instead on just getting it over with. He felt the feeling come over him, and then, in front of over forty boys and girls and two adult women, he began to shoot, letting it spray out onto the floor in front of the stage.

“Okay, I think that has been very informative,” Ms. Woodworth said as she led Jamie away.

He heard the health teacher answering more questions as he was walked through the hallway back towards the front entrance.

“I, uh, need to use a restroom,” he said. She stopped outside one.

Inside was a boy who couldn’t have been more than nine years old. He giggled as he saw the naked boy. “You’re that kid I saw on TV,” he said proudly before running out without washing his hands.

Jamie peed as quickly as he could before any other students showed up. He was just boarding the school bus where his clothes were when he heard the bell ringing. He wondered what it would have been like if he’d still been in the hallway.

Back at school, Jamie found that for the first time in his young life he was popular. Kids gathered around asking dozens of questions. What it was like to be naked? How much did the paddling hurt? Was it true he jacked off in front of kids at PS 1? He wondered how that got back to his own school before he did, and then remembered that Roger Weller’s little brother had been in the front row.

He had to answer them all. Even about jacking off. He’d agreed to be honest, and that was something that would easily be proved to be a lie if he attempted to deny it. Then came the toughest one. From Harper Clark, a girl his age. “You told the little kids that you’d had a boy’s penis in your mouth. “Who’s was it?”

“I don’t know if I can answer that,” he said. “I have to ask the boys first. They may not want it known, and I don’t know where that leaves me.” It was an honest enough answer.

“Wait, you said boys, as in more than one. How many times have you had a penis in your mouth?”

Did he dare lie? The first time had been back in fourth grade. And the kid still lived on Earth. But if word got out that he hadn’t included it, it would constitute a lie. It had been during a trip with his dad back to Earth. He remembered only the boy’s first name, Jason. He’d met him at the pool in the hotel they were both guests at. They’d both done it – putting the other’s dick in their mouth for ten seconds as a dare.

“He must have done it so many times he needs to add them up,” Ralph Martin chided. “Either that, or he’s trying to decide if he can get away with lying.”

When he’d agreed to Adrian’s terms to change the Level 3 punishments to Level 2, he’d never considered what questions he’d be asked.

“Three,” he answered truthfully.

“He’s lying,” another boy said. “There’s at least six kids I know who said he has sucked them off.”

“Then tell an ADCON Patrol Officer,” Harper dared. “They would have to prove their claim to prove he is lying. And I for one was surprised to hear it was more than once. I don’t believe six.”

She got up from the table. “Check with the three boys and if they say they don’t mind, you have to tell me who they are,” she said to him before walking away. She took three steps before stopping and turning back to him. “And I already know that one of them is Adrian Hawk, so you don’t need to ask him.” She turned back and headed away.

Lloyd Pullman told him he didn’t care who knew. School was just about over and again he was dismissed early. After he was secured to the posts, she approached him. With dozens of other kids gathered around, she asked him again.

“Like you said, Adrian Hawk. And Lloyd Pullman. But I don’t know how to contact the third kid. He lives on Earth and I don’t even know his last name.”

“Wait, you left Earth when you were five. You sucked a boy’s dick at that age?”

“No, it happened when I was nine and visiting Earth. And I didn’t suck him, I just had to put my mouth around his dick for ten seconds. He did the same to me. It was a dare, not a blowjob. I didn’t even know what a blowjob was then.”

“That isn’t going to help your dad get reelected,” someone pointed out. “The TV people heard it all.”

Further questions and discussion were cut short by the session with the paddles. Today, there were two different officers here. And this one used all of his strength to deliver the four strikes. Adrian was crying by the third one, and continued sobbing for much of his remaining time. The only good thing was that nearly all of the students booed the officer. It ruined their fun, as few wanted to see him hurt that bad.

Roger Weller waited until he was released and dressed again before escorting Jamie to his house. There he was met by Kyle, his twelve-year-old brother.

“Kyle will be joining us today,” Roger said. “He did a good job with you in school today. It was him who got Mrs. Smith to make you jack off on stage.”

The younger boy beamed.

At twelve, he was slightly less developed than Adrian had been, as would be expected. But that didn’t mean his balls didn’t work. However, to get there, Jamie had to keep sucking and licking.

“I jerked off in the bathroom at school after you left, and again in my room when I got home,” the boy laughed. He was able to ride out the wonderful sensations of having his dick in a warm and wet place for over ten minutes before he finally shot.

Jamie’s mouth was tired from the effort it took to get Kyle off, but he started on Roger because he wanted out of the house as soon as possible. Unlike his younger brother, Roger had not played with himself since last night, and he’d had several boners during the day in anticipation of this event. It only took a couple of minutes before he added his load to his brother’s.

“Oh, and when you are asked, we don’t mind if you tell everyone that you sucked us both off,” Kyle said with a laugh.

The next day played out much as the previous one had. He would be going to PS 2 today.

Both the school’s principal and health teacher had heard what had happened yesterday and had decided to not allow it to happen that day. But while Jamie was undressing in the bus, they got a call from Judge Breckenridge.

“I heard about the masturbation session conducted at PS 1 yesterday, and I just wanted to let you know that it seemed like a good idea. Jamie McAlister is being punished, and he did give up rights to his privacy, so I have no problem with it happening again should a student ask.”

She knew one would. One of her nieces was a sixth-grader at the school and had been coached on specifically what questions to ask. Judge Breckenridge also wanted her niece to make sure she was off to the side in the front row where she could easily capture the moment on her phone. Not only did she want to see a young teen forced to humiliate himself in that manner, but it would be good propaganda she could use to defeat the boy’s father in the upcoming election.

There were a few more students in the audience that day, maybe as many as fifty. Much like the day before, there were many embarrassing questions to answer. And like the previous session, one of them was exactly how a boy used his sex organ for self-satisfaction. For the second day in a row, Jamie had to jack off in front of the fifth and sixth grade classes.

As the end of the school day approached, he thought it would be easier. After all, by this time, certainly every one of the students at his school had already seen him naked and erect. Probably 95% of the total population of New Earth had seen him. Yet when it came time for him to strip, he had to be warned of the consequence of not doing it himself.

And as far as he could tell, no students missed out on seeing him for the third time. New pictures and videos were being taken as he was paddled. At least it wasn’t as hard as yesterday, but it was administered by a female Patrol Officer. In Jamie’s mind, that made it more embarrassing.

But this time, once the paddling was done, most of the bus riders hurried to catch their bus. Only the walkers remained behind, and few of them waited the entire two hours.

Two of them were Adrian Hawk and Sergei Mokhorev. If Jamie had a best friend, it was Sergei, a recent addition to New Earth from the old Earth country of Russia. He spoke Russian, English, and Latin. Jamie was surprised that he was coming with them to Adrian’s house, and wondered if he’d been told why he’d been invited.

“I don’t want this,” Sergei said as soon as they got to Adrien’s room. “I won’t make him do it.”

“Fine. Watch him suck me. But I’m ordering him to suck yours, which is part of the agreement he made to the court. If you won’t let him, that may be a good enough defense for him. But it might not be, and if it isn’t, his punishment will start over as two Level 3 and a Level 1. Seven more days, and a lot more paddling.”

Jamie could see that his friend was considering his decision. He couldn’t leave it as it was.

“Sergei, I know you don’t want me to have to do it, but it is not you who is demanding it to happen, it is Adrian. I am scared he might be right about how it will be seen if I have to go back to court. I’m asking you to allow it. We’ll still be friends afterwards if that’s okay with you.”

“Yeah, okay,” Sergei said after a long pause.

“And tomorrow, if asked, you will tell everyone how much you enjoyed sucking your best friend’s dick,” Hawk commanded.

“But that would be a lie, and I’m not allowed to lie. I will answer who I suck off, but will not say I enjoyed it.”

Adrian’s face changed. He knew McAlister was right and that he couldn’t order the boy to tell a lie. He had to be satisfied with knowing that tomorrow everyone in school would know he sucked the Russian kid’s dick.

Sergei was not circumcised. Jamie stared at it, the first dick with a foreskin he’d ever seen. “How do I uh, what do I do with that?” he asked, pointing at the limp dick hanging down from his friend’s middle.

“It rolls back.” Sergei demonstrated how it did. While he was at it, he worked to get his dick hard so that his friend wouldn’t have to.

Thick and short was how Jamie would remember it later. It was barely longer than four inches, but was every bit as thick as Lloyd Pullman’s had been. And his cum had a bitter taste to it.

Sucking Adrian’s dick started out the same as before, but it was taking forever to make him shoot. When he finally did, he laughed.

“Roger told me what his little brother did, so I jacked off just before school ended and again just before your two hours were up. I gotta say, the little kid knew what he was doing. It let me enjoy your mouth a lot longer before I shot.”

PS 3 and 4 were both done on the next day, one in the morning and one in the afternoon. Mostly the same questions, and both sessions ended with a demonstration of how boys jack off. He got back to his school just before the final bell. After his two hours secured to the posts, Roger Weller was waiting for him.

“My two little cousins will be at the house,” he said. “You’ll be sucking me and Kyle again, but not until after you suck them. They’re only 10 and 11, so they probably don’t even make jizz yet.”

“The agreement was I had to do you twice plus any boy you had with you,” Jamie complained. “I can, and will, suck you and any of the other three, but I don’t have to do all of you.”

“You don’t have to, but you could do it on your own. I won’t offer up my dick until after you’ve done my cousins and brother. You could take your chances at the court, but what if the Judge rules you refused to suck me?”

“But I’m not refusing,” Jamie snarled. “I just said I would. But not …”

“How do you think Judge Breckenridge will see it?” Roger questioned. “She certainly wasn’t your friend at the trial.”

For the second time, Jamie had to consider that she might use any excuse to overturn the agreement he’d made with Adrian. It was almost over. Starting out with two Level 3 punishments after all he’d already gone through would be horrible. It wasn’t fair, but he couldn’t take the risk. He gave in.

The ten-year-old had a dry cum, but his brother actually shot a tiny bit of watery stuff. Then Kyle, and finally Roger. It had been horrible, but his required blowjobs were now complete.

During the last day of the second Level 2, Jamie was again surprised to see how many students came to watch him get paddled. As before, most left as soon as it was done.

His Level 1 session didn’t include being paddled, but it was done in front of the courthouse. Scores of adults, mostly woman, showed up to stand and stare at the naked teen. Judge Breckenridge was among them. It was finally over. The worst punishment ever handed down as part of the ADCON Act was now behind him.

A video of him jacking off in front of kids in PS 2 was aired on the news the night before the election. A warning that it might not be appropriate for kids was shown first, which didn’t make sense since so many kids had seen him do it. It had been offered up by Judge Breckenridge, who refused to say how she had obtained it, but she wanted it shown as it reflected on the character of her opponents only child, which in turn showed how poor a parent he must be.

“It was never part of the agreement, yet he did it at all four schools,” she said in a staged interview. “And if you look closely, you can see him smiling as he sprays his disgusting material at the kids.”

Most people didn’t see what they would have described as a smile on Jamie’s face, but her statements carried the day. In a close election, she defeated Jamie McAlister Senior by a 10% margin. In early exit interviews at the polls, several women told reporters they had voted against McAlister because of what his son had done. What was never made public was that those women were paid by her to make those statements, which were aired before most other people had voted.

In the next year, Jamie was three times threatened with trumped up charges that he couldn’t disapprove. To avoid them, he gave over a dozen more blowjobs. He still had kids willing to share their private pictures with anyone who didn’t have their own, so he knew that he would live his entire life with much of the population of New Earth having seen him naked at age thirteen.

Under Governor Breckenridge’s rule, the crimes associated with the ADCON Act were increased, raising more hatred towards Jamie, who was the only kid other teens could take their frustration out on.

In an interview, the new governor was asked about rumors that the boy was still being punished by his fellow students.

“I’ve heard he had his pants pulled down,” she acknowledged, looking directly into the camera. “Big deal. One, everyone knows what he looks like. And two, he surrendered his privacy rights. I don’t consider that to be a crime as long as he isn’t hurt or threatened with harm.”

It was enough for him to suddenly start being frequently seen naked again. The Governor had made the chance of being punished for displaying him very unlikely. It soon became even worse, as the governor later stated that if he peed or discharged onto public property, it would constitute littering, and he could be charged under the new and expanded ADCON rules.

After months of harassment, he was now faced with the extreme likelihood of having multiple new charges filed against him, brought by kids like Adrian Hawk and Roger Weller. He’d been milked twice in public, and felt lucky that nobody showed pictures of him ‘littering’. He finally talked his dad into returning to Earth, where older and more traditional laws were in place. It didn’t stop him from being occasionally pantsed, but at least the kids who did it put themselves in danger of being convicted.

By the time he was fifteen, it pretty much had ended. He was surprised at how many kids still had pictures of him from two years ago. It was embarrassing when at a party the video of him jacking off in front of younger kids was shown. But at least now he had more friends, as his dad had a job completely outside of politics.