Ghost Patrol Bully Abatement Program
(Public nudity, spank, mast, anal, humil, nc, multiple BGbg/Bb)
By Nialos Leaning
By Nialos Leaning
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"This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It depicts supernatural beings punishing four preteen and teen boys for bullying with public nudity, sexual humiliation, spanking, and other embarrassing events. 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."
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This story is inspired by the late ThatStings' series
Spirited Intervention available on the
Reader Story Submissions page of my site
www.asstr.org/~nialos
This story uses some concepts from those stories, but also incorporates many elements not
found in ThatSting's stories. The characters, settings, situations and overall plot of
this story are all original and vastly different than those of Spirited Intervention.
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Ghost Patrol Bully Abatement Program
By Nialos Leaning
"Hey, look, there's that sissyboy cheerleader," thirteen year old Chad alerted his three fellow gang members.
"Let's get him," urged Chad's best friend and second-in-command, fourteen year old Tony.
"Yeah, let's teach him a lesson about being a real man," chimed in Tony's tough guy in training younger brother, eleven year old Alan.
"He needs to be messed up," agreed the gang's fourth and final cohort and co-conspirator, twelve year old Ron.
It took only a few moments for the four boys to catch up to the object of their ire, the slightly built small for his age eleven year old Tyler. Once the shouting and verbal jousting started, it didn't take long for a group of kids to gather around to observe. Some egging on the bullies, some defending Tyler, some ready to personally physically intervene if necessary to protect Tyler from harm.
"Leave him alone," demanded a pretty sixteen year old girl, co-captain of her high school's cheerleading squad. "If he wants to be a cheerleader, that's up to him. It doesn't make him a sissy."
"None of the boys on our squad are sissies," added a fifteen year old teammate of the sixteen year old.
"Yes they are," boldly asserted Tony.
"Yeah, real men like us don't do girly things like cheerleading and ballet,' asserted Chad. "Only sissyboys do."
"That's not true," asserted a fourteen year old boy. "I saw that show on Broadway about the boy who wanted to be a ballet dancer. None of the boys in that show are sissies, and they do ballet and even sometimes wear tutus."
"For one number, two of them even dress up in girl's clothes," the fourteen year old's two years younger sister chimed in. "They were so funny doing that bit I couldn't stop laughing."
"Sounds like a pair of pussies to me," said Ron.
"No they're not!" emphatically shouted the girl. "They were acting in a show, and they were good, really, really good. I got both their autographs on my program."
"You probably think the Ghost Patrol's really real, too," sarcastically replied Chad.
"Yes it is," a ten year old boy confidently stated. Blushing slightly, he added, "They punished me. Spanked my bare bottom till it hurt so much I couldn't sit for a day and made me stay naked everywhere I went for three days."
"You four are idiots or else you live under a rock," mocked the sixteen year old boyfriend of the fifteen year old cheerleader. "We've all seen the naked kids running around town with their red bottoms."
"And sometimes, hard dicks," giggled an eleven year old girl. "I love seeing crying boys like that, with both their faces and their bare behinds bright red."
"Sometimes, the boys' dicks and the girls' pussies are red, too," said the fourteen year old boy defender of the boys in the show about a boy who wanted to be a ballet dancer.
"Because they're pussies who let some fake ghosts push them around," declared Chad. "We'd never let them do that to us, would we guys?"
"No, we wouldn't," Tony, Ron, and Alan replied almost in unison.
"Like I said," Chad continued, "pussies, just like those boys in that show and pussy sissyboy Tyler here." "I'm not a pussy, and I'm not a sissy," Tyler defiantly defended himself, fervently hoping that if push came to shove some of the bigger kids who appeared to be on his side would come to his aid.
"Yes, you are," taunted tough boy wannabe Alan.
"Am not!" retorted Tyler.
"Are so," countered Alan, continuing the back and forth tug-of-war.
"Am not," repeated Tyler, realizing as soon as he said it the silliness and futility of engaging in an ever repeating volley of "am so" and "am not" with his adversaries. No matter what, they would eventually win, in his experience, the bullies always did.
"No, he's not," Tyler's fourteen year old boy champion once more intervened, "and neither are any of the boys in that show."
"Says who?" demanded Tony.
"Says me, Danny," responded the fourteen year old boy.
"That's fucking bullshit, and you know it," Chad expressed his opinion. "You must be a pussyboy yourself, liking that show and defending sissy Tyler here."
"Let me tell you something," Danny replied, ignoring the insults Chad had hurled at him. "I've seen you four play football, you're all pathetic. What Tyler does, and what those boys in that show do, takes a lot more athletic ability, skill, stamina and talent than any of you four possess, or ever will."
"I've seen you play, too," said the sixteen year old boyfriend of the fifteen year old cheerleader. "I don't know why any of you are starters, you all suck."
"No we don't," Alan felt compelled to defend his honor and that of his older brother and his friends.
"We're starters because we're good," Tony responded to Danny's putdown.
"No you're not," bravely yelled a shy ten year old girl, a teammate of Tyler's. "Tyler's good, he's why we win so many cheerleading competitions."
"Yes we are and no he isn't," hotly retorted Tony, giving Tyler a hard push to ground.
Immediately, Tyler let out an ear shattering scream. "That fucking hurt, you fucking asshole!" blurted out the loudly sobbing Tyler. "My arm hurts, bad!"
Before Tyler was finishing speaking, two of the teen girls and Danny were at his side, comforting the distraught eleven year old boy as best as they could.
"Oh my God," shouted one of the girls, "I think you broke his arm! Someone call 911."
Simultaneously with the news of Tyler's injury, several teenage boys, led by the sixteen year old, rapidly rushed toward Tony with the intent of restraining him from further harming his preteen victim. Before they could reach the bully, Tony had his foot raised above Tyler's crotch, proclaiming, "Sissyboys don't have any balls, and this one certainly won't when I'm done with him." As he rapidly brought his foot down toward the horrified screaming Tyler, he suddenly froze in place, unable to move.
"Everyone stop!" boomed a somewhat childish voice. A voice that the gathered group quickly ascertained belonged to a member of the ghost Patrol, a smallish looking boy. He was accompanied by another ghost boy and a ghost girl. All three were wearing the standard Ghost Patrol uniform of white polo shirt and white shorts for the boys, white blouse and white skirt for the girl. As was standard for the Patrol, the back of the boys' shirts and the girl's blouse each displayed four separate pictures, two to either side of the Patrol logo. Like a slideshow, each picture changed to a new image once every ten seconds. To the horror of Chad, Tony, Ron and Alan, all the pictures currently were of them naked being very painfully punished and extremely embarrassingly sexually humiliated.
Immediately after being frozen in place, the blushing Tony in what seemed a blink of the eye was standing side by side in a straight line next to his three fellow gang members. All four were completely naked, hands locked behind heads, and sporting raging boners, each erection impressive, some more so than others. All four boys were clearly well endowed and developed for their ages. Danny, who thought of himself as about average for his age, was taken aback to discover that the same age Tony had at least twice the pubic hair, twice the penis length and girth, and twice the scrotum size that he did. Thirteen year old Chad, while not as developed as Tony, was also quite larger than Danny in those same three key areas so important to young teen boys. Even twelve year old Ron was somewhat bigger than Danny in the dick, balls and pubic hair patch departments. Danny was the most shocked at Alan's level of development. The average height and weight eleven year old was exhibiting dick, balls, and pubic patch only slightly smaller than Danny's.
While the gathered crowd was busily ogling the four exposed and aroused bullies, one of the Ghost Patrol boys made his way to the injured Tyler. "Sorry we wouldn't here in time to stop them hurting you," apologized the ghost boy. "The County Supervisors and the School Board were taking their time signing onto our Bully Abatement Program. But they have now, and we're here."
"That's okay," said the still sobbing Tyler, "I'm glad you're here now to stop them from doing anything else. He was going to stomp my balls!"
"Not anymore is he," replied the ghost, "the only balls that are going to be stomped are those of the bullies."
"Because," boomed out the voice of the other ghost boy loud enough for all to hear, "as everyone knows, bullies have no balls!"
"Even if they did," the girl ghost said, "no one cares what happens to bully balls except the bullies."
"And their opinion on the matter doesn't count," proclaimed the ghost boy attending to Tyler.
As soon as the boy ghost made this pronouncement, a small tawse like whip appeared in front of each of the four naked bullies' genitals. Immediately, the whips commenced to repeatedly strike hard the vulnerable dicks and balls of the four bullies now being bullied themselves. Quickly, they were screaming and howling in agony, with no way to assuage the burning gut wrenching fire painfully blazing upon and within their no longer private private parts. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't move an inch. And no matter how hard they willed otherwise, their hard dicks remained hard, now painfully so. On and on the relentless assault continued on their increasingly agonizingly sore balls and dicks, seemingly with no end in sight.
So distressed was Alan that he was almost hoping that the Ghost Patrol mantra of "bullies have no balls" would prove to be true and that there was a corollary mantra of "bullies have no dicks." So intense was the eleven year old's suffering that he was willing to do anything to end it, even if that meant losing his boy parts forever. Of course, the Ghost Patrol had absolutely no intention of allowing that way, or any way, out of the excruciating agony they were inflicting upon the bullies. The Patrol had some very embarrassing and humiliating plans for all four bully's publically displayed privates, but emasculation was not among those plans.
"I like your magic," the crying Tyler was able to weakly smile at the ghost boy attending him. "Now, if you could use some of that magic to fix my arm."
"Sorry," sadly said the ghost boy, "our magic can't fix serious injuries or cure major diseases."
"Why not?" asked one of the teen girls comforting Tyler.
"As I understand it," explained the ghost boy, "it's because if might induce paradoxes and abnormalities into the space-time continuum, whatever the heck that means."
"Among other things, it means," interjected the ghost girl, the oldest of the three ghost children, "that it could cause unforeseen and unpredictable problems if for example we could use magic to stop our living family members and close friends from dying. Don't you think my grandmother, who was a ghost a year before me, would have cured me of the illness that killed me, if she could have?"
"Oh, I think I get it, kind of," replied the teen girl.
"We can't fix Tyler's arm," said the girl ghost, "but we can do this." She immediately touched Tyler's arm, right over the break.
Sighing in relief, Tyler said, "Thank you; that feels so much better." Turning his head toward the ghost boy, he asked, "How come you didn't do that?"
"Yeah, Nicholas, why didn't you" the ghost girl asked her fellow Bully Abatement Team member.
"Sorry, Michele and Tyler" ghost boy Nicholas mumbled his apology, "I forgot we can, and are allowed, to do that. Usually our job is to make sure naughty kids are hurting rather than helping good kids like Tyler stop hurting."
"It's okay," the ever polite Tyler responded. "It doesn't hurt now, that's what matters."
While ghosts Michele and Nicholas were easing Tyler's pain, their partner on the team, Patrick, had lined up all the gathered children and teens, everyone but Danny and the two teenage girls still by Tyler's side.
With a wave of his hand, the bullies' genital whippings ended as suddenly as it began. "Okay, listen up," Patrick instructed the eighteen youths in the line, "you each get one minute with each of these bullies; during that time you can touch, fondle, squeeze or do anything else you want to any part of their bodies as long as you don't seriously injure them."
"I would suggest," added ghost girl Michele, "that you concentrate on their public parts, those bits of them that used to be their private parts. We have special prizes for everyone each time someone during their turn makes a bully cum here in public."
"Besides," added ghost Patrick, "this is the last time anyone, including them, will be able to touch and see these bullies' dicks and balls, at least they way they are now." This last statement gave Alan a jolt. Now that he wasn't hurting quite as badly down there he wasn't any longer open to considering having his genitals removed; however, Patrick's statement seemed to imply that might be his fate anyway. The tears that hadn't ceased streaming down Alan's face immediately increased in volume and velocity as his sobbing grew louder. The other three bullies, Tony, Chad, and Ron all had reactions and thoughts similar to Alan; exactly the effect Patrick had hoped for with his literally true but misleading statement. It wasn't his fault if the four bullies misconstrued the meaning of his words.
As the first kids in line began handling the blushing bullies bodies, especially their genitals, the paramedics, police, and having been alerted and escorted by other Ghost Patrol members, Tyler's parents as well as the bullies' all arrived on scene within minutes of each other. The police, after noting that the Ghost Patrol had matters well in hand and consulting with all the parents, were perfectly happy to let the Patrol handle matters rather than arresting Tony for malicious wounding and the other three bullies for assault and battery. With the Ghost Patrol's Bully Abatement Program in place, the juvenile judge would most likely defer disposition and remand the bullies to the ghosts for punishment under the terms of the program, dismissing the charges upon successful completion of the program. Arrests would only delay justice and the inevitable as well as inconvenience all five families involved in the case.
As the bullies continued to be bullied by the fondling groping kids in the line, their blushes grew redder and hotter. Blushes made even redder and hotter by the knowledge that not only Tyler's parents, the police, and the paramedics were witnessing their embarrassing humiliation, but so where their own parents. Tony's parents were so livid that their son had bullied and broken the arm of a younger and much smaller boy that they're threatened that when the bullies 90 day naked punishment cycle that the Patrol had announced ended, they would have the ghosts impose an even longer and more severe cycle.
By the time they were being handled by the seventh kid, all four bullies, abetted by ghostly magic, had cum two times. Not surprisingly, especially to the molesting teens in the group, considering their level of development, Tony, Chad, Ron, and Alan were all shooters producing adult quality and viscosity white ejaculate.
All the kids, except of course the bullies as they weren't included, were pleased to learn that what the prizes were. For each first cum by a bully, they received credits at the mall video arcade; for each of the second cums, coupons for free pizza, burgers, ice cream, soft drinks, and other food delights at local restaurants. A diminutive nine year old boy forced a third cum out of Ron. Everyone was very happy with the prize for third cums, gift cards good at the mall's movie theatre, with sufficient funds on each of the four cards for their entire families to each attend two films and purchase abundant goodies at the concession stand.
"Hey, look," Tyler informed the medic fussing over his arm, "Ron just came once again; I think that's his third. I can't believe how red his face is." That got a chuckle from the medic. Since Tyler wasn't in pain, didn't appear to be bleeding, and his arm was bandaged and immobilized, the ambulance crew had agreed to delay transporting him to the hospital until the Ghost Patrol had finished for the time being with the bullies.
"Well buddy," his dad replied, having overheard Tyler's comment, "your face would probably be red too if you had to do that in front of everyone."
"But I don't and I won't," responded Tyler. "I'm not a bully like those guys, and I'm a good boy; you and mom are always saying so."
"Yes, you are very much a good boy and very much not a bully," confirmed Tyler's mother, holding the hand of his good arm.
"We're proud of you for that," affirmed his father, "proud of you for your cheerleading, and proud of you for being so brave today."
"Yes, we are sweetie, very much so," agreed his mother. "We'll behind you, regardless of what you choose to do. Cheerleading, sports, dancing, acting, singing, writing, science, or whatever, it doesn't matter to us. What does matter is that you be happy and you, no matter what that is."
These affirmations from his parents were music to Tyler's ears, just what he needed to hear to lift his spirits even higher than they already were at the sight of his tormentors being so painfully and embarrassingly punished by the Ghost Patrol. Who cared what a bunch of bullies thought about him? His parents were proud of him for who he was and what he did; they fully supported him without hesitation no matter what he chose to do or be. Absolutely nothing was more important than that. Tears began trickling down his face.
"Sweetie, are you in pain?" his concerned mother immediately asked.
"I'm okay," Tyler replied. "It's just that what you and dad said makes me so happy."
"It's like that show I was talking about," Danny said. After the paramedics and Tyler's parents had arrived, Danny and the two teenage girls remained, reluctant to leave this boy they had placed under their personal protection. "There's a scene where the boy who wants to be a dancer reads a letter from his mom where she tells him to be true to himself. Sometimes the boy acting the part cries for real right on stage, even though it's only a letter in a show and not a real one from his real mom."
"I think I understand what you're trying to say," said Tyler's perceptive mother.
"I believe, I do, too," said Tyler's father. "Sounds like we, and Tyler, need to take a trip to see that show."
"Agreed," agreed Tyler's mom.
"Thank you three for taking care of Tyler and standing up for him," Tyler's dad thanked Danny and the teenage girls.
"You're welcome," replied Danny, "it was the right thing to do. I couldn't just stand by and not do anything."
"Yes, you're welcome," said the older girl. "I have a ten year old brother whom I love dearly; like Tyler, he's a little small for his age. He loves doing ballet, and he's good at it; he's even been invited to come try out for that show Danny talks about. When those four started in on Tyler, I was seeing red and was thinking how livid and upset I'd be if anyone tried doing that to Bobby."
"You're welcome," said the fifteen year old girl. "All I could think about was that if that was my little brother or sister, they're nine and eleven, being picked on I would be right there defending them. So like Danny, I just knew it was the right thing to help Tyler."
"Why don't you three go get in line and join in the fun," Nicholas, who like a mother hen was still doing his duty protecting the no longer needing protection Tyler, suggested to Danny and the girls.
"Love, too," asserted Danny. "I want to make them pay for what they did; I don't care that we missed out on the prizes given out so far."
"You three haven't missed out," replied Nicholas. "We appreciate your helping Tyler and staying with him, so the same as everyone else you're receiving all the prizes awarded every time someone makes one of those assholes cum. So does Tyler."
"Great, and thank you," said Danny.
"Now go, and do your worse to them," Nicholas waved Danny and the girls toward the line of kids still waiting their turn.
"I'm going already," Danny replied. "Bye Tyler, you were so brave today. Like your parents, I'm proud of you."
"Thank you," answered Tyler, overjoyed at receiving praise from a three years older boy, a teenager.
"You're a neat kid, and I hope to see you again," said Danny. "I wouldn't mind at all having you hanging around me and my friends as my 'adopted' little brother."
"I think we can work something out," smiled Tyler's mother, pleased at the consideration and care Danny was showing for her son.
"That'll be great," answered Danny as he started toward the line of kids still anxiously waiting to bully the bullies.
"Oh, Danny," Nicholas shouted after him and the girls, "I suggest you go last. Each time you make one of those fuckwads cum, there'll be a special prize for everyone here and their families. We're giving you extra time with them to make it happen."
"Excellent," shouted back Danny.
"Sorry about the language," Nicholas apologized to Tyler's mother.
"That's quite alright," she replied. "They badly injured and insulted my son; I'm not exactly feeling kindly or charitable toward them. They are assholes and fuckwads deserving everything happening to them."
"Yes, they do," agreed ghost boy Nicholas.
When Danny reached the line, the still hotly blushing Alan was just beginning to cum for the fourth time. His dick and balls, already sore from their prolonged whipping and from the rough handling the kids were subjecting him to, erupted into agonizingly intense sharp pain as he weakly ejaculated. He was having trouble grasping how something so pleasurable as cumming could become so painful and discomforting. Not long after Alan's cum, Tony, Chad and Ron each had their own fourth cums, with the same painful effects on their throbbing aching genitals. For these fourth cums, the prize was for each cum free tickets and backstage passes to upcoming concerts at the local arena featuring acts currently very popular with the area's youth.
"I didn't know boys could cum that many times in that short of a time," observed a thirteen year old girl.
"Well," said ghost boy Patrick, "we are using our magic to help them along; something we won't be doing during the rest of their many days of punishment. Once Danny's had his turn, we'll let everyone know what will happen during those days. You all are going to absolutely love it; our bully boys here are going to absolutely hate it."
"Speaking of how many times boys can cum," Michele went into her educator mode, when alive she had always wanted to be a teacher when she grew up, "that's different for each boy. How many times a boy can cum in a day, how many times in a period of time such as a hour, and how much time between cums vary by boy, no two are the same."
"Generally, boys who don't yet ejaculate, that is, shoot, can cum more times in a day and in a time period, and closer together, than boys who do shoot," Patrick decided to add his knowledge to the impromptu lesson on the frequency and timing of boy orgasms. "One famous university study found that many preteen boys who couldn't yet shoot could have many cums in a hour. Among a group of eight to eleven year olds they observed masturbating in the laboratory, they discovered that five to seven times was very common, with some boys even achieving ten or eleven cums, and one eight year old reached thirteen cums in the hour, all dry, of course."
"I wouldn't want to any of those boys in that study," muttered a slightly blushing eleven year old boy.
"Get in trouble with us, especially for something serious," stated Michele, "and you just might find yourself signed up for such a research project, whether you want to be in it or not."
"Except," added Nicholas, "you won't be masturbating for a few scientists in a university lab; you're be on stage at the mall attached to a special masturbating machine while anyone and everyone who wants watches you cum and cum again and again. We might even broadcast it live on one of the cable TV channels."
Soon it was Danny's turn with the bullies. As promised, he was given as much time as he needed to force a fifth orgasm from each of the four. The bullies could only manage, just barely, very weak but intensely painful cums producing only a dribble or two of watery and translucently pale ejaculate. To add insult to injury, as each boy trickled out his embarrassingly meager orgasmic discharge, Danny squeezed with all his might that bully's balls, shouting out an exuberant "Take that, you creep!"
The prize for Danny's achievement was free orchestra seat tickets to the show about the boy who wanted to be a ballet dancer. For each cum, each of the kids were awarded one complete set for everyone in their family, making for four sets each.
"Suppose we don't want to see the same show four times in a row?" asked one boy.
"No problem," ghost girl Michele explained the options. "You can exchange three of the four sets for any other show playing during your visit."
"But, you should know," Patrick added, "that many people do go see that show many times, sometimes several days in a row. Some folks have seen it more than a hundred times."
"Now, for being heroes," Michele announced the grand prize, "we have a very special prize for Tyler, Danny and their families."
"There are several parts to this prize," ghost boy Nicholas stated, wanting to share in the presentation to the brave Tyler and Danny. "First, both your families will receive a fifth set of tickets to the show so you can see all five boys who rotate as the ballet boy."
"Next," Patrick continued piling onto the already fabulous prize, "the show has promised that for the performances they attend, both Tyler and Danny will have walk on parts, it they want. You're going to be on Broadway, boys!"
Both Tyler and Danny smiled broadly at this news, realizing that out of the many millions of kids in the country, they would be among the very few privileged to actually perform on Broadway.
"But wait, there's more," giggled Nicholas, remembering a line from infomercials on TV. "Tyler, Danny, you and your families are going to have a very special backstage tour of the show, given by the stars. And, you two will be spending time hanging out with the boys in the show."
"And there's even more," proclaimed Michele, not wanting to be upstaged by Nicholas. "For both Tyler's and Danny's families, the trip to New York is all expenses paid. Airfare, hotel near the theatre, meals, even spending money for everyone."
Tyler was beaming so widely that his mother was fearful his smile would split his face apart. He was overwhelmed with the praise and prizes being showered on him; he couldn't quite comprehend how bullies breaking his arm made him a hero worthy of so much largesse.
"That's way too much," protested Tyler's father, who just as his son, was confused and confounded by all the ghosts were bestowing upon his family.
"No its not," insisted Michele. "Going to the show will be good for Tyler, you even implied so yourself."
"It'll be good for Danny too," added Patrick. "And especially good if both your families did the trip together, Danny and his 'adopted' little brother Tyler."
"But, but, why would people donate all these expensive gifts?" asked Danny's mother, who had arrived on the scene when as she was passing by the park she spotted the crowd of kids, including Danny, cheering at the bullies' punishments.
"Simple," said Michele, obviously the chief spokesperson for this particular Bully Abatement Team. "You'll be surprised how many business owners don't like the amount of bullying going on these days."
"Plus," said Patrick, "we convinced them that it's bad for their businesses if kids stay away out of fear of being picked on or hurt by bullies."
"And," Michele continued the explanation, "we made clear to them how much business they would lose if their establishments were haunted by nasty ghosts, especially the hotel."
"But, you ghosts aren't nasty to us except when we misbehave," protested the ten year old boy who earlier had revealed the details of his Ghost Patrol punishment.
"Yeah, as long as we're good, your friendly ghosts," stated a preteen girl.
"Yes, most ghosts are actually friendly," agreed Michele, "but we can be very nasty when we have to, especially to get what we want."
"Speaking of being nasty," said Patrick, "we still have some unfinished business with our bullies. Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, the Ghost Patrol Bully Abatement Program proudly announces that it is now Bully Spanking Time! What time is it kids?"
"Bully Spanking Time!" roared forth from the mouths of the excited kids in the audience, happy to have some more fun at the expense of the four already dejected naked bullies.
Four extra large, extra thick canes immediately began lashing into the exposed bare bottoms of the four naked bullies. Immediately, the four bullies were crying, shouting screaming and eventually howling their extreme displeasure at the devastation being inflicted upon their exposed defenseless behinds. Painful welt after painful welt painted across their bottoms in a relentless red and purple parade of misery and suffering. When the ghosts finally mercifully ended the onslaught, all four bullies bare bottoms were a complete mess, exceedingly excruciatingly sore, hot and burningly bright red, oozing blood from multiple spots. The vertical welts marching from top to bottom of their badly swollen and inflamed buttocks were too numerous to be able to count or to tell where one ended and the next started. Making matters worse, contributing even more to the bullies' agony, each of their bottoms had three horizontal welts on each cheek, as well as a double set of angled crossing welts.
"Now, as promised," Nicholas continued the proceedings, still in his television announcer imitator mode, "for the rest of the story."
"Michele," Patrick contributed to the announcer theme, "please tell our wonderful audience what our bullies have won."
"Well Patrick," Michele started laying down the terms of the bullies' punishment, "for starters, as we already know, our bullies will be naked all the time for the next 90 days. Naked everywhere they go, no matter who's around to see them, because, as everyone knows, little boys shouldn't be so modest."
"During this time," Nicholas tag teamed, "they will be spanked at least three times a day, including on schooldays at least one time at school; some days we'll add even more spanking sessions. All those spankings are in addition to any they earn by breaking their punishment rules, not cooperating, or misbehaving in any way. Any of those violations will also get extra days added to their naked punishment time."
"Every day," Michele added to the list of punishments, "they must make their teeny weenie dicks cum four times in places where at least 20 people can see them. Like their spankings, we pick the times and places; on school days two of those times will be at school. How they make themselves cum is up to whoever's in charge of them at the time. It could be jerking off themselves, each other, or someone else masturbating them. It could be by sucking off or being sucked off; matter of fact at least one cum a day has to be by blow job. Or, they could be made to cum by having each other's tiny dicks or a large dildo shoved up their assholes."
As soon Michele mentioned dildos, four very large ones appeared behind the bullies, immediately forcibly launching at high velocity into the four asshole's assholes. The resultant screams of pain were music to everyone's ears, except for, of course, the four bullied bullies.
"Whenever they're around and want to be," Michele upped the awfulness, "Tyler and Danny are in charge of you. If both are present, Tyler is in charge, Danny second in command. You do whatever they tell you, immediately when they tell you, unless it's against the law, will get you in serious trouble, or put you in the hospital."
"That goes for whoever is in charge of you," Patrick clarified, "Tyler, Danny, your parents, your siblings, teachers, coaches, another kid appointed by someone in charge; they say so, you do so."
"If you don't obey, you'll be punished," warned Nicholas. "And, you won't like what happens to your teeny weenie dicks and balls."
"What's with all this calling our stuff tiny," Chad screwed up the courage to challenge the ghosts, "There's nothing small about our packages."
"Of course there is," replied Nicholas. "Everyone knows that bullies aren't real men." Waving his hand with a flourish, he added, "So of course, that means they can't have man size dicks and balls, they only have teeny weenie ones." This last statement had Alan more confused than ever; he was convinced the ghosts were going to cut off his and his friends' genitals. But if they did that, their 'stuff' as Chad called it wouldn't be 'teeny weenie' but missing.
As soon as Nicholas finished talking, gasps, followed by giggles, and then outright laughter seized the watching kids. Looking down to themselves where the kids were pointing, all four bullies let out screams of horror. Their prides and joys, their impressive for their ages genitals were gone, replaced by those typically found on a genitally average sized ten year old. As befitted their new genital size, all four were devoid of any sign of pubic hair.
"Hey, give us back our junk," demanded the not in a position to demand Tony.
"Sorry, no can do," said Nicholas. "The rules say that bullies have to have their public parts reduced to a size smaller than their victims."
Tyler blushed at this, realizing the bullies' new genitals were only slightly smaller than his own. He was afraid that everyone would deduce his size from seeing the newly reduced sizes of Tony, Chad, Alan and Ron.
Sensing the reason for Tyler's discomfort, his father reassured him, "It's alright Tyler; the only way anyone will know what size you have down there is if you show them." Tyler smiled at this; once again his parents were supporting him.
"Not only smaller, but much smaller," Michele amplified Nicholas' comments. "Nicholas is that the best you can do? As far as I'm concerned they're not teeny weenie enough."
"Sorry, Michele," apologized Nicholas, "that's the first time I've done a reduction. What did you have in mind?"
"This," answered Michele, giving a theatrical wave. Immediately the gasps, giggles and laughs arose anew. Looking down, the four bullies screamed again. Now their genitals were smaller than those of eighty percent of seven year old boys. On top of that, the three uncircumcised boys of the group, Tony, Chad, and Alan discovered that they were now circumcised, their dicks hurting badly as if they've just undergone their foreskin removal without benefit of anesthesia. For his part, Ron couldn't understand why his dick was throbbing so painfully; the ghosts had used a little magic to ensure that he was experiencing exactly what his three counterparts were.
"How you do that?" asked a young teen girl. "I thought you said you couldn't use magic to do medical things other than make pain go away?
"We always could use if for minor stuff, like making a scrape stop bleeding," explained Michele. "But for some unknown reason, when we ghosts started the Patrol, we acquired the power to change kids' genitals and pubic hair, and girls' breasts."
"That means," said Patrick, pointing to a thirteen year old girl with small but noticeable under her blouse breasts, "that if you don't stop constantly giving your mother a hard time, you're going to find yourself with your boobies gone and as flat chested as you were at eight."
"Just so you know," Michele informed the girl, "a regular Patrol team is scheduled to visit your house in a few days. I would shape up if I were you."
"Now, back to our bully boys," announced Patrick. "Boys, here's the deal on your new teeny weenie public parts. Any day you don't earn extra punishments, they grow just a little bit bigger. Any day you do earn extra punishment, they'll shrink a little bit more. But I must warn you, they shrink twice as much as they grow."
"That means," Michele clarified, "that if you earn a shrinking on a Monday, you have to earn no extra punishment on Tuesday and Wednesday just to get back to the size you were before shrinking on Monday."
"Shrink enough times," Nicholas added his bit of news, "and your cocks will meet the definition of what doctors call a microdick and you're almost need a magnifying glass to see your super tiny balls."
"Even if you earn no shrinkages," Patrick continued the litany of genital misfortunes that had befallen the bullies, "when your punishment ends your cock and balls will still be at least ten percent smaller than Tyler's are at that time. Your only hope is that he quickly grows a lot, but I don't think that's likely to happen."
"Once your punishment period is over," Michele finished the explanation of the effects of the bullies' involuntary genital reduction, "it'll take six to nine months for your dicks, balls, and pubic hair to grow to a normal size for boys your age at that time."
"What does normal size mean?" Ron ventured to ask, fearing that it meant he would still be smaller than he had been when he got out of bed this morning.
"For you four," Patrick expanded on Michele's explanation, "you'll be smaller and with less hair than about seventy-five percent of boys your age. That also means you'll be bigger and have more hair than about twenty-five percent of boys your age."
"That pattern will continue as you grow," Michele had the last word on the subject. "You'll always be smaller and have less hair than seventy-five to eighty percent of boys your age. For Ron that means it could be a year or more before he again has pubic hair, and for Alan, over two years. And, a warning to all four of you; if you ever bully anyone again, we'll keep your publics the size they are now until you graduate high school."
"Why do you keep calling our privates publics?" Chad demanded to know.
"Because," patiently explained Michele, "until your punishment time is up, you don't have private parts, only public parts. You and all of your body are public property that anyone in charge of you including Tyler, Danny, your parents and teachers, and anyone they give permission to, as well as anyone under 18 or still in high school can touch, fondle, molest, hurt, or do anything else they want to it, as long as we said before they don't break the law, get you in serious trouble, or put you in the hospital."
"By the way," Nicholas made sure everyone was perfectly clear on the implications of being public property, "because you're public property it's perfectly legal for people to do sexual things to you and make you do them to yourselves and other public property kids. It's also legal for them to spank or otherwise punish you in painful ways."
"Of course," said Patrick, "all that sexual handling means you'll be cumming a lot. But that's not an excuse for not cumming during your mandatory cum sessions; if you fail to do so that'll be extra punishment including some more shrinking of your teeny weenie boy toys."
"But we did you a favor there," said Nicholas. "Everybody knows that little boys with as little as you now have between your legs don't shoot when they cum. So, of course, that means neither do you."
"The good news with that," Michele gave the somewhat dubious good news, "is that means that like we discussed earlier, you'll be able to cum more often and with less time between cums."
"And as one last favor," gloated Nicholas, "just like some other little boys are, we made your dicks super sensitive to being exposed. You're going to find that your teeny weenie dicks are going to be hard a lot more often than not just like they are now."
"As small as they are, that's a good thing," sniggered a fourteen year old girl. "We might not be able to see their cute little cocks otherwise."
"Three final rules," announced Michele. "Whenever you cum, you have to loudly shout for all to hear "I'm cumming!" And, whoever's in charge of you can require you to ask permission to cum. They can also require you to cum whenever, wherever and however they wish. Cum without announcing it, cum without permission, or not cumming when ordered to do so will all result in extra punishment, including of course more shrinking of your teeny weenie public parts."
"That's not fair!" protested Tony.
"It's not supposed to be fair," responded Patrick. "Bullying isn't fair, so neither should the punishment for it."
"And that, ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls," concludes this session of the Bully Abatement Program. For your Bully Abatement Team, I'm Patrick saying goodbye for now."
"And, I'm Nicholas reminding you kids it's easy to participate in the program as one of our punished bullies, simply be a bully yourself." None of the listening kids were inclined to take Nicholas up on his invitation.
"Finally, this is Michele saying goodbye and remember that there's a very painful embarrassing price to pay if you bully."
With that, the ghost children were gone as quickly as they had appeared. Four desperate naked bullies, tiny cocklets pointing upward, desperately searched for their clothing, growing more agitated by the moment until their parents made them stop so they could go home in all their naked disgrace.
"I don't understand it, our clothes have to be here somewhere," said the crying blushing Alan, who to his dismay had discovered that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move his hands or anything else to cover up his to him ridiculously small no longer private parts. He could freely use his hands for anything else, but not hiding the shame between his legs.
"Don't you know," said a smirking young teen girl, "that when the ghosts make you naked, you stay naked until your punishment ends. All your clothes disappear, and so does anything else you use to try to cover up."
That bit of bad news had the thoroughly bullied bully wannabe Alan crying even harder. As it also did the thoroughly disheartened Chad, Tony, and Ron. All four were now fervently wishing that they had never bullied anyone, let alone Tyler; the price to pay was simply too steep to bear.
But bear it they must, bare as the day they were born, for at least the next ninety days. And longer, if they even slightly messed up. All four, almost simultaneously realizing that their ninety days likely would be extended, cried even harder as their parents marched the red faced naked bullies past the assembled kids and adults toward their respective family vehicles and the rest of their time of being bullied bullies.
The End