Public Property (nudity, humil, spank, mast, oral, anal,
cbt, shave, nc, multiple/mmm)
by Nialos Leaning
nialos@yahoo.com

a Nudie Juvie festival story 
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"This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY.  It depicts three 
young teen boys undergoing a court ordered naked punishment
as public property subject to spankings and forced sexual
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"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of
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condones nor personally engages in any such behavior."

"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality.
The author does recognize the difference between the two. 
Please do understand that some of us, including the author,
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"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."

* * *

Public Property
by Nialos Leaning

a Nudie Juvie festival story 

"I further declare your private parts public property for
the weekend," declared the Judge, glaring at the three naked
boys in front of him.  Three naked boys who just three
minutes before had been three dressed boys.  Dressed until
the Judge had made them Naked in Public Persons, or Nippers
as it was commonly called.

Now they were Nippers, and PP to boot, all because of their
obnoxiously atrocious behavior yesterday at Brenner Woods,
the local theme park.  A theme park where they had run
amuck, terrorizing little kids, frightening elderly
visitors, annoying everyone, causing some minor damage, and
slightly injuring several small children.  The police
charged them with a host of delinquent acts, ranging from
disorderly conduct, to vandalism, to simple assault.

More serious were the aggravated assault charges for the
injuries caused an eight year old boy and his ten year old
sister.  On a packed pedestrian bridge, the teen terrors,
whooping loudly, running full tilt, weaving in and out among
the throng, shoved the two siblings out of their way.  The
girl gashed her forehead hard on a railing, the resulting
laceration requiring five stitches.  The boy collided full
force into a light post, breaking his left arm. 

"I hereby suspend your public property time, except for
those hours tomorrow and Sunday that Brenner Woods is open," 
continued the Judge.  "However, for the entire time the park
is open this weekend, you will be there and public property,
accessible to one and all."

Thirteen year old Kenny burst into tears, not being able to
control himself.  Being a Nipper for the next two weeks was
bad enough, but being PP for the weekend was much worse. 
Anyone and everyone would be allowed to touch and play with
his privates, as much and as often as they wanted.  Privates
that he very much didn't want displayed, let alone played
with by strangers.  Privates that very much embarrassed him. 
The youngest of the three boys, and the smallest at just
under five feet tall, Kenny's ball sack wasn't yet very fat,
but did hang down low for almost two very noticeable inches. 
His penis hadn't kept pace with his balls, being barely
bigger than little boy size.  He had a very small, sparse
dusting of public hair extending about a half inch to either
side and to the top of his dick.  Pubic hair that couldn't
be seen if standing more than a few feet away.     

"At the park," the Judge droned on, "you will be under the
supervision of two court officers.  As your disorderly and
disruptive behavior yesterday showed a total disregard for
the discomfort, distress and pain you caused others, the
officers will show no regard for any discomfort, distress,
or pain you experience."

Now the two older boys, both fourteen, had tears of their
own leaking from their eyes.  Towering seven inches over
Kenny, Donny was the biggest, and by a few months, the
oldest of the group.  Eddie was two inches shorter than his
older friend.  Both boys were much more developed than
Kenny, balls fatter and fuller; dicks not yet adult size,
but well on the way; pubic bushes respectable and still
spreading.  

* * *

"Man, we'll going to stick out like sore thumbs," complained 
Eddie to his fellow Nippers sitting next to him in the car's 
back seat.

"Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of, that'll we'll be sticking
out all the time," replied Donny, knowing this wasn't quite
what Eddie meant. 

"Trust me," smirked the female officer in the passenger
seat, twisting to look at the three naked boys, "you'll
definitely be sticking out, all the time."

"That's for sure," chimed in the male driver.

Arriving at the park a half hour before opening, the two
dressed adults and three naked boys went to the security
office near the main gate.  Both Kenny and Eddie sported 
boners, all three boys blushed furiously red. 

They were greeted by a male security officer and a female
nurse.  A pretty female nurse, the sight of whom sent a
blushing Donny's dick soaring skyward.
      
"Take these," said the nurse, dispensing each boy two pills
and a cup of water.

"What are they?" asked a hesitant Kenny.

"Oh," cheerfully replied the nurse, "just a little something
to keep you hard and horny all day."

"We like," said the female officer, "to have our public
property properly displayed to the fullest extent possible."

"And always ready for public use," added the male officer.

"I can't take this," said a sobbing Kenny, "it'll be too
embarrassing to be out there."

"Yeah," Donny and Eddie agreed in unison.

"What did the judge say would happen if you didn't cooperate
and follow all orders fully and immediately?" asked the
female officer.

"That, that," stammered the still sobbing Kenny, "that for
each time it happened he would add three more days of being
Nipper and make us be public property for all that time."

"Then I suggest," barked the male officer, "that you take
your medicine, now!"

Reluctantly, all three boys did exactly that.

Twenty minutes later, after having "PP" painted on their
chests and backs, the three handcuffed and naked boys were
led into the park.  Thanks to the medicine, all three
displayed raging boners.  Boners that they were desperate to
touch and rub, to relieve their ever growing horniness. 
Relief that could only come from the hands of others.

The boys were positioned facing the entry turnstiles; every
man, woman, and child entering the park would see the three
miserable miscreants' shameful predicament.  It didn't take
long for their predicament to grow worse, and their dicks
harder.  A church group of preteens, chaperones in tow, made
a beeline toward the three red faced teens.

Immediately, little hands were pawing all over the teens' no
longer private privates. 

"Stop that," shouted Kenny, voice quivering as he fought not
to shoot off in front of hundreds of people, including a
gaggle of kids.   

"No, you stop your complaining, this instant," said the male
officer, four times smacking loud and hard the thirteen year
old's bare bottom.  "She has every right to play with the
public property in your possession, the fact that it's still
attached to you makes no difference.  But, If you want, we
can do something about that."

Kenny shut up, he knew exactly what the officer was
implying.  Everyone in school had heard the story of the kid
who had his boy parts cut off for constantly trying to keep
the public from playing with the public property between his
legs.  A boy supposedly in his school, but whom no one
seemed to know.  A boy no one knew because the story simply
wasn't true, just another urban legend.  An urban legend
that the court officers loved to fuel and keep going, as a
means of eliciting cooperation from young misbehavers.

"Hey, bet I can make this one shoot his stuff before you can
make that one," said an eleven year old girl, firmly
gripping Donny's dick.  

"You'll on," replied her fellow group mate, a ten year old
girl who quickly latched onto Eddie's stiff cock.

"I want to try too," said the nine year old girl grasping
Kenny's about to erupt erection.

And so, all twelve of the nine to twelve year olds in the 
group conducted a jerk off contest in front of the many
people pouring into the park.  A jerk off contest starring
the three hapless teens' harder than rock cocks.

Four times, each teen had a pair of preteen hands, some
belonging to girls, some to boys, rub him off.  Four times
three teen dicks exploded, spraying cum everywhere.  When
all was done, the laughing church going kids declared Kenny
the winner, being the fastest shooter each round.  The three
soon to be high school freshman were a sorry looking mess,
cum drying on their chests, on their legs, dripping in long
ropey streams from their still hard dicks, white drops on
the ground, Eddie's and Donny's whiter and thicker than
Kenny's. 

And then, things got worse.

"I know you!" loudly proclaimed an older woman in her
seventies, "you're the hooligans who bumped me at the mall
the other day."  Her accusation finished, the picture
perfect grandmother grabbed Eddie's balls, squeezing hard. 
Her two companions, also elderly women, did likewise to
Donny and Kenny.

All three boys shouted out in pain, quickly doubling over,
the determined revenge seeking senior citizens still firmly
gripping increasingly painful balls.

"Easy, ladies," cautioned the female officer.  "We don't
want to damage our brand new public property."

"Just teaching them some manners," said the ringleader
grandmother. 

"That's fine," said the male officer, "and what you're doing
is fine, as long as you don't break anything."

With that tacit permission, others rapidly lined up to try
their own hand at some ball busting.  First up were some
eight and nine year old third graders, two boys and a girl.
While their grasps were no where near as powerful as the
three ladies, they were still painful on already sore nuts.

Next up a group of four high school boys, all jocks, had a
go.  Jocks from the same school the teens would be entering 
in the Fall.  Jocks who recognized the three naked teens as
neighborhood troublemakers and pests.  Each jock took a turn
squeezing each teen's tortured testicles, as hard as they
could.  Each competing to force the loudest screams from
their naked victims.          

Several more people, kids and adults, had a go at this game
before the officers granted the near to fainting boys a
reprieve.  A short lived reprieve, as things got even worse.

Kenny spotted his family approaching, accompanied by Donny's
and Eddie's.  "Uh oh," the still panting, still sobbing teen
alerted his two fellow sufferers, "we're in for it now."

And so they were. Kenny's fifteen year old sister and ten
year old brother marched up to him, immediately attacking
his aching genitals.  Eddie's sisters, eleven year old
twins, did the same to him.  As did Donny's nine and twelve
year old brothers to him.  All three sets of parents stood
by, smiling at their errant offspring finally getting their
just deserts.  Just deserts that after two more cums each
got much more worse.

"let's get some pictures," said Eddie's mom.

"Good idea," agreed Kenny's dad.

"How about in the stockades," suggested Donny's mom.

In what seemed like a flash to the boys, they found
themselves in the stocks used for "joke" family photos. 
Their heads and now uncuffed hands protruded through the
holes; lower down, their still hard dicks and red balls
vulnerably and clearly on display.        

After a few pictures of the boys alone, their siblings got
in the act.  First one sibling, than the other, than both
would stand next to their respective brothers.  In some
poses, siblings pointed to their brothers' exposed dicks and
balls, in others they held the public property dangling from
the teens' crotches, in others the teens were ejaculating
streams of cum at the hands of their brothers and sisters.

Just when the teens thought they couldn't be anymore
embarrassed, they were.

"Okay, our turn now," said Kenny's mom.

"I agree," said Donny's dad.

"Absolutely," agreed Eddie's father. 

Now the parents, mothers first, then the fathers, then both
as a team, repeated the actions of their non-stockaded
children, including forcing a cum or two from each stockaded
boy. 

Throughout their ordeal the red faced boys were acutely
aware that not only were their own families, but many other
people as well, including kids, were snapping pictures and
shooting videos.  They quickly realized that their
embarrassment was going to live on well past the expiration
of their Nipper time.

"I think it's spanking time," said Kenny's mom.  All the
parents agreed.  A park supervisor quickly procured three
paddles that had earlier been placed nearby for that very
purpose.  

"Ready, set, spank" gleefully shouted Eddie's dad.  In
unison, the three moms brought the paddles down on their
still stockaded sons' bare behinds.  Again and again the
paddles descended, burning and reddening ever more painful
bottoms.  Again and again the three teens cried out, not
believing their own mothers could cause them so much pain
and suffering.  Again and again, three pairs of teen feet
danced on the concrete ground, furtively attempting to
lessen the agony in their owners' hindquarters.

Then it got worse again.  The fathers took their turn.  Red
bottoms turned crimson, cries became shouts, feet flew off
the ground, legs flailed wildly, tears flowed freely, snot
ran continuously.  On and on it went, till the dads were
exhausted, their exhausted sons not able to take anymore.

"Folks, we need to give the boys a little break now," said
the male officer. We'll have them over at the Blaster in
about twenty minutes."   

* * *

The officers took the boys off to an employee break room,
where they were joined by the nurse.

"Having fun yet," asked the female officer.

"No way," moaned all three boys, still in pain front and
back, bottoms hurting, sore dicks throbbing, balls aching.

"well, we're going to fix that," said the smirking male
officer, "you get to ride the Blaster next."

"Do we have to?" whined Kenny, instantly realizing that it
wasn't going to be any fun, just more pain.  The Blaster was
an old fashion wood roller coaster, the kind that going
downhill lifted riders a few inches off their seats, only to
slam them back down as it started up the next incline.  That
was going to hurt on their already blistered bare bottoms.

"Yes you do," came the curt answer.

"But first you need to drink this," said the nurse, handing
each boy a glass.

This time it was Donny who asked, "what is it."

"A special mixture to help you produce more cum," said the
nurse.

"Can't have you running dry before the day's over," added
the female officer.    

Break over, the three naked boys, again cuffed, their public
property pointing the way, and their two adult warders got
in line for the formidable Blaster.  During the almost
fifteen minute wait to board, they were constantly fondled,
bottom smacked, and Kenny once ball squeezed, for cumming on
a fourteen year old girls hand.  In all Kenny came three
times, the other two boys twice.  

At the top of the line, the boys were directed to the front
seat in the front car.  As they neared the boarding gate,
all three boys stopped in their tracks.  Sticking up from
the seat were three long, thick, glistering dildos.  Dildos
that obviously were going only one place, up their butt
holes.

"The park's mechanical department prepared that seats
especially for you three," said the female officer. 

"With your hands cuffed, can't have you falling out," said
the male officer.  "Those are big enough to keep you safe."

Suddenly, the smiling nurse was there, right hand latex
gloved. She handed a glove to each of the two officers. 
"Bend over, boys," she said, "it'll be easier on you if
you're lubricated up first."

The red faced boys reluctantly did as ordered.  Rapidly,
three greased fingers penetrated three assholes, the three
assholes owning the invaded assholes moaning loudly and
blushing furiously.

"All done," pronounced the nurse, to the applause of those
in line.

The gates opened, the eager riders surged forward.  Eager
except for the naked boys at gate one, who did everything
but surge.

"Move," ordered the male officer, "you're holding up the
ride."

Once onboard, the boys gingerly positioned themselves over
their soon to be ravishers.

"Sit, now," demanded the female officer, pushing down on
Kenny in the middle.  A ride attendant similarly pushed
Donny down, while another on the other side pushed on Eddie. 
Before the screaming boys were all the way seated, the
attendants had the safety bars in place and the ride on its
way up the first incline.  Gravity took over, finishing what
the adults hadn't, forcing the boys firmly all the way onto
their impalers.  The boys screamed louder at the
unbelievable pain in their asses.

The ride reached the summit, and then started downward,
raising the boys up a few inches on their dildos, only to
quickly force them back down as the car rocketed up the next
incline.  In the next two minutes, the boys repeatedly went
up and down on the anal invaders, the Blaster thoroughly and
painfully raping their till then virgin bottoms.  The
constant slamming of their sore spanked behinds onto the
hard wood bench only added to their misery and distress.

Finally, the ride ended. All three boys, tears copiously
flowing, slowly, with a popping sound, unimpeded themselves. 
Walking somewhat bowlegged and gingerly, they accompanied
the officers to the exit.

"Now for something much more sedate," said the female
officer, "the lake cruise."  A leisurely fifteen minute boat 
cruise that the boys found anything but sedate.  Almost all
their shipmates, especially a group of kids their age, took
delight in constantly bringing them off, forcing four cums
from Kenny and three from the older two boys.  Kenny
couldn't decide what hurt more at the moment, his very sore
asshole or his very sore dick.  He also wondered what was in
the medicine the nurse was giving them, there was no
possible way that he and his friends could cum as many times
as they already had today, but somehow, they had.            
       
"Lunch time," announced the male officer as the group
departed the boat.  

* * * * * 

Lunch in the employee cafeteria was a welcome relief for the
three teens, with no one trying to forcefully relieve them. 
All too soon the boys finished eating their meals,
surprisingly good tasting meals that they were too
distraught to taste.

"Time for a booster," announced the nurse, handing each of
her charges a cup of water and two more pills.

"Got to keep our public property ready and able," commented
the male officer.

"Okay," said the female officer, "it's Playground time!"

"Oh no, not that, please," begged Kenny, the very though
sending shudders throughout his trembling body.

"Yes, that," gloated the male officer, "it should be fun."

"Not for us," muttered Donny.

"This sucks big time," lamented Eddie.  

But, their protests were to naught, as all too soon the boys
found themselves at the Playground, an area specially
designed for preteens aged five to eleven.       

"Hey, look at those dorks!" shouted a nine year old boy to
his friend, also nine.

"Yeah, let's get them!" the friend yelled in reply. 
Immediately, the three handcuffed naked teens were
surrounded by a mob of giggling pointing teasing youngsters,
many of whose ages were still single digit.

"No big kids allowed!" scolded a seven year old girl.

"You have hair, you're big kids," said an eleven year old
boy.

"If they're going to be here," said a nine year old girl,
pointing to the boys pubic area, "they should look like us
down there."

"Right!"

"Yeah!"

"Cut that hair off!"

"No hair! No hair!" a few kids began chanting, the others
quickly joining in.  "No hair! No hair!" resounded
throughout the Playground, louder and louder, as the preteen
mob worked themselves into a gleeful frenzy.

"The public has spoken about its public property," laughed
the female officer, "your hair has to go, now."   

In a matter of minutes park staff gathered up the necessary
supplies for the impromptu barbering.  Barbering performed
by eager not old enough to have pubes of their own amateur
barbers.  The three soon to be shaved teens, laying on their
backs on picnic tables, were mortified, crying, and more red
faced than ever.  Faces that grew even redder when they
spotted their families standing in the first row.

"That's right," the female officer instructed the eight year
old girl gripping Donny's dick, "hold it out of the way."

"You're doing great," the male officer told the ten year old
boy using an electric razor to shorn Donny of his badge of
adulthood.

When Donny's bush was nothing but a stubble, another team
took over.  This time, a giggling six year old boy gingerly
held the teen's prick while an equally giggling nine year
old girl liberally rubbed shaving cream over what remained
of his hair.

"Perfect," the female officer encouraged the nine year old
girl, now using a disposable razor to do in the rest of
Donny's soon to be non-existent hair.

"Hey, careful!" shouted Donny as another duo, ten and eleven
year old girls, went to work stripping the hair from his
balls. "Ouch!" he yelled as one of the girls pressed down a
little too hard on his all too sensitive family jewels.   

Once no hair was left anywhere to be seen on or around
Donny's genitals, other teams took turns ridding him of his
underarm growth.  And then, the worse indignity of all,
wildly laughing kids removing what little hair he had in and
near his anus.  Teenager or not, he couldn't help but burst
into tears at this embarrassment, his red tear streaked face 
reflecting his abject shame.

At the same time as Donny, other kiddie teams attended to
Eddie and Kenny, treating them to the same treatment as
their leader.

Before long, the now hairless, crying, red faced no longer 
tough guy tough guys stood in the midst of the jeering crowd
of preteens.  A jeering crowd of preteens that quickly
subjected the teen trio to another endless round of thirty
minutes of continuous fondling, cumming, and ball squeezing.

"My dad says that bad boys deserve a good spanking,"
pronounced a ten year old boy.

"Yeah, and these there were bad, weren't they?" chimed in an
eight year old girl.

"Your dad's right," the male officer told the boy.

"And yes, they've been bad boys," confirmed the female
officer to the girl.

The three bad boys found themselves bent over the picnic
tables, an enthusiastic line of kids standing behind each
bare behind. The three teens' two siblings each made a point
of letting them know that they too were in line, even though
Kenny's fifteen year old sister and Donny's twelve year old
brother were technically too old for Playground activities.

One by one, the young wielders of justice in the never
ending lines stepped forward to deliver two smarting paddle
smacks to the bare bottoms of the bad boys in front of them. 
Bare bottoms that quickly turned redder and redder, causing
crying to become howling, leg fluttering to escalate to
dancing in place, dancing in place to devolve into furious
kicking.  When the kicking grew so wild that the kids
couldn't safely stand close enough to deliver any more
blows, the officers called a halt.

"Sorry guys," announced the female officer, "we have to give
these guys a break."

"Not that we want to," added the male officer.

* * *    

"Here, have a drink," said the nurse, handing each boy a
glass.

"Have to make sure you make plenty of cum on the Boardwalk,"
smirked the female officer.  

"I don't think we're going to like this," said Eddie.

"Probably not," replied the male officer, "but that's your
problem."

"The park's prepared some special games, just for you," said
the female officer.

Their break over, the two officers led the three again
handcuffed naked boys to the Boardwalk.  The Boardwalk was
the park's game area, set up like a seaside boardwalk with
arcades, games of chance, souvenir stores, food stands, and
a few rides.
  
"Get a hole in one in our special holes, win a special
prize," barked the barker at the Boardwalk' miniature golf
course.  A miniature golf course on which the three naked
teens were on prominent display, bent over and tied to
wooden frames, their public property visibly dangling
between their legs, large wicked looking corkscrewed dildos
positioned just inches from their gaping assholes.  Dildos
that were mounted on arms extending from small machines,
machines that to the boys' ears hummed menacingly.

Every time a player made a hole, one or more of the dildos
spun round and round, moving closer to the terrified teens'
holes.

"You're in for it now," gloated a chuckling twelve year old
boy to Kenny, whose dildo was the closest to making entry of
the three, barely brushing against his bare crack.  The boy
sunk his put into hole five, starting the machine. 

"Oh no, ouch!" shouted Kenny as the corkscrewing invader
invaded his most intimate, most secret spot.

"Hole in one!" shouted the barker over Kenny's screams, "we
have a winner!"

Soon the older two teens were screaming right along with
Kenny, as all three dildos drilled deeper and deeper into
their sorer and sorer butt holes.  When the ass ravishing
devices couldn't penetrate any further, they were roughly
pulled out and repositioned.  In all, the teens had to
endure three rounds of being ass fucked by the devious ass
destroying devices.  And than, they were led off to an even
worse fate, a fate designed to inflict agony on the public
property on their front side.

"Bust a ball, smash a bat, be a winner!" shouted the booth
attendant.  "One hit is all it takes to win, the more hits,
the bigger the prize."

"There those dorks are," said a sixteen year old boy
accompanied by an eight year old boy with his left arm in a
cast and a ten year old girl with a bandage on her forehead. 
They were with a group of two other teen boys and four other
preteens. 

The three naked teens at the back of the booth visibly
shuddered, recognizing the two injured kids as the very two
they had injured yesterday on the bridge.

"No one hurts my little brother and sister and gets away
with it," shouted the angry sixteen year old.  "we've been
watching you all day, and now it's our turn."

"You're going to get it good," gleefully proclaimed the
eight year old boy.  "He's a star pitcher, you know."

The three boys in the booth began shaking even more badly. 
They recognized not only the pitcher, but the other two
teens as being all star starters for the high school
baseball team.  All three of the naked delinquents were
positioned behind wood backboards extending from their
shoulders to a little above their knees.  Their public
property genitals were pulled through a hole in each board. 
Their balls dangled down directly in front of the unyielding 
boards, their hard dicks pulled upward and tied flush to the
boards by a string just under their exposed dickheads.

"Prepare for extreme pain," shouted the sixteen year old
pitcher as he picked up the first of his five hard rubber
balls.  His two teammates did likewise.

"Ready, aim, fire," shouted the pitcher.

"No," screamed the three exposed teens as three balls
rapidly sailed toward their vulnerable public property.
Three fast balls that quickly impacted onto three sets of
boy balls.

"Strike one!" joyfully shouted the eight year old.

"Owww! Uh Um! Motherfucker! Hurts! Oh God! Shit!" were among
the few discernible words among the mostly incomprehensible
ear splitting yells emitting from the struck teens' mouths. 
Teens who suddenly had a desperate need to double over and
clutch themselves, a need denied by their hard boards and 
handcuffs.  

"Do it again," the ten year old excitedly urged her big
brother on.     

"You've got it," he said, letting lose another scorcher in
unison with his teammates.  These three fireballs landed
squarely on three teen dickheads, renewing the screams of
the three dickheads owning those dickheads.

"Strike two!" umpired the broken armed boy.

"Again," demanded the forehead bandaged girl.

"Foul ball" hollered the eight year old as the third pitches
fouled full force the offenders' painfully aching public
property balls.    
           
"Ball one" was the declaration for pitch four, solidly
smacking into each teens' dick mid-shaft.

As the three ball destroying ball players wound up for their
fifth and final pitches, the strident screaming of the three
tremendously tearful teen troublemakers could be heard far
and wide.

"Strike three!" sickeningly smashed soundly onto already
pounded balls, causing the already retching teens to vomit
up their lunches. 

After a brief reprieve for clean up, the preteens had their
turn, starting with the injured boy and girl and another
boy, and then followed by the other three pre-adolescents. 
As many of their shots missed as struck home.  None of their
throws had anywhere near the ferocity of the high school
stars, but those that made it home proved painful enough on
already painfully swollen genitals.  

Then several rounds of adults had a try, some throwing as
hard as the teen ballplayers.  This resulted in more tears,
more snot, more hollering, finally culminating in more
retching and vomiting.  At which pint the officers called a
halt to their charges torture.

"Dinner time," announced the female officer to the still
loudly crying boys, boys who had to be assisted in walking
by the officers and a park security person.  The wobbly boys
stepped gingerly, as every sway of their aching genitals
caused agonizing agony to shoot through their bodies.

* * *

The bare boys barely ate, stomachs still in a turnover over
their ball busting ordeal at the booth.  As at lunch, the
nurse gave the boys a booster dose of their pills.  Despite
all three of their sobbing pleas, she refused to give them
anything to ease their pain and discomfort.

"Didn't the Judge say we were to ignore your discomfort and
pain?" demanded the male officer.

"Yes, sir, he did," the distressed Kenny managed to
sobbingly reply.

"Well then," said the female officer, "no painkillers for
you."

Till dinnertime ended, the still tearful boys picked at
their food, nibbling a bite here and there, sipping an
occasional sip of their drinks.

"Showtime!" announced the male officer, "let's go."

Showtime was Brenner Park's amphitheater in the round,
seating almost two thousand people.  It was used for special
shows, special shows far different than the special show the
three teens were about to perform there.

"Howdy everyone," the actor in the Farmer Jack costume
greeted the packed amphitheater, "welcome to my barnyard and
Showtime!"  Thunderous applause rained down, causing the
three naked barely costumed boys backstage to noticeably
nervously twitch.

"Now, I would like you to meet my three cows," the farmer
told his audience.  Tremendous laughter erupted as the three
naked teens came on stage, walking on all fours, making
"mooing" sounds as previously instructed.  Black and white
spots were scattered about various parts of their bodies,
except mid-section, contrasting nicely with the adjacent
unpainted skin area.  Their heads were adorned with hats
resembling cow faces, cloth cow ears flapped from their own
ears.  A cowbell dangled down from a cord loosely looped
around the neck of each boys' ball sack.  The boys blushed
brilliantly red, knowing just how ridiculously ridiculous
they looked and felt.        

"Of course," said the farmer, "cows have to be milked.  This
being an educational farm, do we have any kids who want to
learn how?"

An enthusiastic "me, me," from many young voices roared back
toward the stage.  Quickly, the farmers farmhands had a
group of students signed up, mostly preteens, but also
several young teens around the naked cow boys' ages.

Following the farmer's instructions, for three rounds, young
hands "milked" the teens hard dicks, pumping their cum into
clear plastic buckets.  

"And now, for some special milkers," the farmer sprung his
surprise for the final round.  Up on stage came their eight
year old broken arm victim, his ten year old stitched head
sister, and a nine year boy whom the teens recognized as a
neighborhood kid they bullied all the time.

"These cows have been mean to you," the farmer told the
three preteens, "and no good farmer can allow that.  You
have to train them to behave, no matter what."

The three younger kids began milking the three older kids. 
The farmer, paddle in hand, continuously circled around,
constantly smacking the teens' bare bottoms.  This increased
the three naked boy cows bucking, increasing the
effectiveness of the milking hands on their dicks.  When the
trio had somewhat painfully cum into the bucket, the three
little kids switched places.  The milking resumed, the
spanking resumed, the teens misery and shouts of discomfort
resumed.  After all three crying cows dribbled a painful few
drops into the buckets, the preteens switched places for the
final milking.  Bare bottoms burning, tears running freely,
the straining teen cows managed to push a drop or two of cum
out, finishing their milking.

The boys received a short respite as they were made to stand
and contentiously circle the stage, showing off their public
property while a song and dance troupe of middle school
students performed "Farmer in the Dell" and two other farm
related songs. 

As the troupe finished, the nurse appeared.  "We need to
reinforce you boys," she said, giving each a cup of medicine
to drink.  "This is double dose, can't have you dry for the
next bit."

As the applause for the middle school performers died down,
the farmed reentered the stage. 

"Oh, Mr. Farmer," a sultry female voice asked from offstage,
"don't calves have to suckle their mamas?"

"Yes, indeed, they do," boomed the farmer, "and so do mine."

And that's how the three teen brats found themselves sucking
each others' cocks in front of several thousand men, women,
and children. 

As Kenny went to work on Donny's overworked cock, the farmer
informed, "hungry calves don't spill a drop of their mama's
milk, they swallow it all, and so will you."

While Kenny was feeding on Donny's dick, Eddie was walking
around the stage, beating his meat for all to plainly see. 
Both Eddie and Donny came about the same time, producing
much more spunk than their previous cum, thanks to the
nurse's magic concoction.   Despite his coughing and dry
heaving, Kenny made a valiant effort to drink all of his
"mama's" milk, but still "spilled" a few drops, white cum
running sown his chin.

"Don't let that happen again," shouted the farmer, smacking
Kenny's bare behind twice with the paddle, "or you're be in
big trouble.  Do you understand?"

"Moo," answered Kenny to much laughter, remembering that the
three cows were not allowed human language.

Next Donny suckled Eddie, with Kenny parading about pounding
his pud.  After those cums, It was Eddie's turn to do Kenny,
with Donny doing the stage prancing.  After finishing, the
boys relief at being done with this disgustingly degrading
act was short lived.

"That was so good, who wants a repeat?" the farmer asked.

"Encore, encore!" immediately overwhelmingly responded the
applauding audience.

"You heard them, cows," said the framer, do it again."

This time, Donny did Kenny, Eddie did Donny, and Kenny did
Eddie.

For the closing act, the middle school group came back on
stage.  As they sang one more farm song, the three teens,
"moo moo" mooing all the way, danced about, beating their
public property cocks to the beat of the tune, each cumming
a last time to the delight of the cheering audience.

And thus ended the boys less than delightful and much less
than fun filled humiliating day at Brenner Park.  In the
car, all three were crying, reviewing in their minds the
terrible events of the day, dreading the sure to be worst
events of tomorrow.  They were all convinced now that the
price of a life of crime was too high to pay.  A price that
was sure to continue long after tomorrow was over, in the
form of their neighbors and classmates ridicule and teasing,
not to mention the embarrassing pictures that would be
showing up all over the place. 

The End