Rumpelstiltskin
  By Aldric
  Copyright 2004 by Aldric, all rights reserved.
  
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  depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are
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  Rumpelstiltskin
  
  The summer before I turned 13 was a tough year, and while my
  parent's divorce was certainly a factor, the new freedom I
  had with only one parent around was my real downfall.  While
  I clearly wasn't a model citizen, I had never been in
  trouble with the law before that summer.  But after my dad
  left and moved to Idaho, I just kind of fell apart.  I felt
  like that man in the movie "Falling Down" where every move I
  made just seemed to move me deeper and deeper into the muck.
  
  First there was the shoplifting.  I didn't even really want
  the CD, it wasn't a group I normally listened to, but the
  cover picture was cool and I just decided to pocket it and
  walk out.  The alarm went off as I left the door, and I took
  off running through the mall.  But the mall security was
  right there, and between that and their goddamn radio I only
  got about a hundred yards before I was surrounded by all
  these fat creeps in poor-fitting uniforms.  I called them
  every name I could think of, but as they dragged me back to
  the offices behind the store I paid for that mistake as
  three of them took a few turns each beating on my balls
  until I finally broke down and cried, begging them to stop
  like I was a little baby or something.
  
  I told my mom about it, but she was so upset about the
  shoplifting that she didn't even hear me.  Typical of her to
  ignore me as though her problems were the only things that
  were wrong in the world.  The store pressed charges, but the
  court considered my age and lack of problems and just
  sentenced me to a few hours of community service.  I was
  banned from the store for life, which was okay since their
  music sucked anyway.
  
  But soon one of my buds got busted for having a few joints
  and he sold me out.  He got off by telling the fuzz he
  bought all his dope from me, which wasn't even close to the
  truth.  I had sold him two of my joints, but that's all. 
  But when I got home that day there were three stupid pigs
  with nothing better to do then spend the afternoon tearing
  apart my room.  They found four joints, which was all I had,
  but they made out like it was the biggest drug bust of the
  year and I was headed back downtown again.  
  
  They kept asking me where I got the weed from.  They even
  told me they would drop the charges if I would just lead
  them to the source.  But I'm not narcing out my source like
  my ex-best friend did.  
  
  My hearing wasn't for three more days, so I was released to
  my mother, and the first thing I did was go down to my ex-
  friends house and break the window in his room with this
  brick I found.  He and his little brother came running out
  of the house with a baseball bat, I guess to beat the shit
  out of me or something, but I grabbed his brother and said
  I'd bust his head in with a rock I had picked up.  The
  little kid was screaming "don't hurt me, don't hurt me" and
  my friend said to let him go.
  
  I told my friend to strip, right there on the sidewalk in
  front of his house.  Then I told him to pull his brothers
  pants off as well.  I made him yell out that he was a
  chicken shit snitch and some other stupid stuff until the
  cops came and took me away again.  This time they didn't let
  me go until my hearing.  They sent a shrink in to interview
  me, and I gave him this big story about how my mom tossed my
  dad out, and how it ruined my life, and all kinds of crap. 
  The guy was such a shitty shrink that I think he believed
  most of it.  I even cried and everything.
  
  But the judge had this new program he wanted me sent to.  He
  explained it all to my mom, what would happen, what the
  options were, and she agreed to it.  He kept talking to her
  like I wasn't even in the room.  He said that few kids were
  accepted, the program depended on how susceptible to
  hypnosis the 'delinquent' was, and that if I didn't fit in
  to their testing profile I would be returned for normal
  sentencing.
  
  You probably heard about HIP, it was tried for about a year
  before they gave up on it.  I was the first kid they
  successfully put through it, and they had high hopes for it
  because I responded so well.  But while I was a shining
  success for them, the overall success rate was too low for
  the cost, so it was dropped.  In the year the program was in
  place, 384 kids were tested, and only 83 of them were
  entered into the Hypnosis Induced Punishment, or HIP.  Of
  those 83, 58 of them, including me, had not been in trouble
  with the law again a year after the punishment phase ended.  
  
  The success rate seemed pretty high to me, but nobody ever
  listens to me of course.  I don't know what it cost compared
  to other programs, but a 70% success rate has got to be
  fucking better than the other programs they have.  I knew a
  few of the 25 who got into trouble again, hell, some of them
  were in my school.  I never talked with them about it
  though.  After what I went through, I swear I'll never be
  arrested again.  I've really straightened up a lot.  I'm
  even trying to stop swearing.
  
  I was taken to a hospital where I was tested over and over
  again.  I learned later there are 12 tests to see how easy
  it was for you to be hypnotized, and I scored a 12, which is
  really unusual.  They only took kids who scored 8 or better. 
  Once I was selected, the programming began.  It took 4
  weeks, and I really don't remember too much of it.  Most
  people, when asked to describe hypnosis, picture some
  mysterious man waving a watch around until his subject falls
  into a zombie-like state, but real hypnotism isn't anything
  like that at all.  I was given a drug which helped me relax,
  and the doctor talked to me in a low steady voice.  I was
  awake and aware all the time, it was more like I was
  daydreaming, but they kept working on the same things over
  and over and over again until I finally lost resistance to
  them.
  
  You've seen the results on the news, you probably even saw
  me.  I had to take a pill twice a day that kept me relaxed,
  and then when a command word was spoken I had this sudden
  urge to strip, no matter where I was or who was around. 
  Crazy, erotic thoughts constantly went through my head,
  giving me the biggest boner I ever had, but it wasn't
  pleasant because my hands would become stuck behind my head. 
  At first it would last for hours, I think the longest was
  over 9 hours; but over time it gradually got better and only
  lasted for an hour or two.  But during those times I was
  completely aware that I was naked, with my dick bouncing
  into my belly begging me to choke it, but I was unable to
  touch my self.
  
  They wanted the command word to be something I wasn't likely
  to hear by accident, but they didn't put a lot of
  imagination into picking mine: Rumpelstiltskin.  As soon as
  I was released from the hospital where the programming took
  place, the doctors wanted to see how well it worked.  Two of
  them drove me back to the mall where I stole the CD and
  explained it to one of the security guards I had pissed off. 
  The doctors backed off while he took me to the door leading
  into the mall.  "This is going to be more fun than busting
  your balls was" he said.  Of course, I knew from the
  programming what was going to happen, and I was begging him
  not to say it.  I even got on my knees and begged him, but
  he pushed me out the door and said the word.
  
  "Rumpelstiltskin."  The moment he said it, I couldn't get my
  clothes off fast enough.  It was the oddest feeling; I just
  wanted to be free of all my clothing, knowing full well how
  embarrassing it would be.  Right there in the mall, with
  people walking past I was stripping everything off while
  these wonderful images of naked girls kept playing in my
  mind.  Then, once I was completely naked, I raised my hands
  to the back of my neck and they froze there.
  
  I was mortified, running around trying to find someplace to
  hide while people kept staring at me.  Mother's would slap
  my ass as I ran past for daring to run naked past their son
  or daughter.  Finally I spotted one of the doctors, and
  begged him to use the release word.  But he was so spiked
  that his idea worked, that I could be made to humiliate
  myself so absolutely, that he just laughed.
  
  "You had better get used to this, because this is your
  punishment for your crimes" he said, shaking his partner's
  hand.  These guys weren't doctors; they were just a couple
  of fucking Nazi throw-backs.
  
  "No, please, send me to the detention center, send me to a
  boot camp, anything but this" I cried.
  
  The second one spoke up.  "If this doesn't work, or if you
  get into trouble again after this program, they might put
  you in a work camp.  But we'll program you again, and we'll
  tell all your fellow inmates what the command word is." 
  They both walked off laughing.
  
  Finally my mother was called, and she drove down with Eddie
  and Gloria, by bratty brother and sister.  They both broke
  out laughing when they spotted their big brother trying to
  hide between a support column and a trash can while bare-ass
  naked.  My mom started towards the car when Gloria said
  "Shouldn't he have to apologize to the manager at the store
  where he stole the CD from?"
  
  That goddamn little bitch, she knew the store would be
  filled with kids.  But my mother was showing no mercy that
  day.  She thought it would be a great idea, and off we went. 
  The constant images that played though my head made it
  difficult to concentrate on anything, and they kept my dick
  in a constant erection, jerking with the beat of my heart.
  
  We got down to the store and my mother asked for the manager
  while the rest of the employees hung staring at me.  Their
  training probably didn't include what to do with naked boy
  in the store holding his hands behind his head.  The manager
  came out, and immediately smiled.  He came over to me, and
  yelled out to everyone in the store "See here, this is the
  new program our fine city has to take care of juvenile
  offenders.  Steal from me, and you could end up back in here
  just like this young man."
  
  A few patrons had noticed me when we came in, I mean, who
  wouldn't.  But the manager's speech got the attention of
  everyone in the store.  I was suddenly surrounded by kids,
  laughing, pointing, and asking questions.  My mother told me
  to stand up on the checkout counter and explain to everyone
  why I was naked.
  
  I just wanted to die.  I had already spotted three kids from
  my grade at school, two of them were girls.  And here I was
  showing them everything that I normally keep hidden.
  
  I couldn't get up on my own, so the manager and one of his
  workers lifted me up.  Now everyone had an un-obscured view
  of what used to be my privates.  Because of the sexy
  thoughts I kept having, it was hard to give much of a
  speech.  Most of the kids didn't really want to hear a
  speech anyway; they just wanted to see a naked kid get
  embarrassed to death.  I finally must have said enough,
  because they lifted me back down to the floor.
  
  Then came the touching.  I wanted them to touch my dick, any
  thing to give it some relief, but my mother told them not
  to.  But every other place was okay, and I had hands rubbing
  my balls, my stomach, even my crack.  Most of it served only
  to make me harder; something I didn't think was possible
  until I experienced it.
  
  Kids wanted to know what held my arms in place, and to both
  their surprise and my own, they found that they could easily
  move my hands to anywhere they wanted, but as soon as they
  let go I moved them right back up to behind my head.  It was
  the worse damn feeling, knowing that I wanted to cover up,
  or to beat off, and yet I also wanted my hands behind my
  head.
  
  Finally, it was time to go home.  The walk through the mall
  seemed to take forever, and the crowd of kids followed
  along, attracting even more attention.  Twice my sister
  wanted to stop and look at something in a store, and my
  mother would leave me to stand at the entrance with my
  brother for the pleasure of my audience.
  
  One of the good things about being first in this program is
  that almost nobody knew about it.  After the news story
  about me came out, and other kids started showing up around
  town naked, kids started carrying cameras around with them,
  hoping for a chance to catch one of their buddies, enemies,
  or just a complete stranger in the most embarrassing
  situation ever.  None of that happened to me until near the
  very end.
  
  But don't get me wrong, it was still horrible.  It would
  have been far better if I had been tied up or something
  where it made sense not to cover up.  But to just stand
  there naked like that and hold my hands behind my head, man,
  that really sucked.
  
  We finally got out to the car, and my mother told my sister
  to help put my seatbelt on.  I sat in the back seat while
  she leaned over and pulled the strap across, making sure to
  give my boner a little rub as she did.  She trapped it
  behind the strap, and then after she plugged the end into
  the holder, she pulled my dick back out from under it.  I
  ended up shooting right there all over my chest.
  
  It's horrible to have a boner in front of other kids.  It's
  worse to have one in front of your brother, sister, or
  mother.  But to fire off and start pumping cum while you mom
  is looking at you, that was the worst.  But I couldn't help
  it, and I never even got soft because the images of big-
  breasted, naked girls kept playing through my mind's eye.
  
  I stayed hard all the way through dinner, which my mom fed
  to me like I was a baby.  My brother even asked her if she
  was going to put a diaper on me, and for a second I thought
  she might, but she didn't.  I kept wondering how long it
  would last.
  
  At night, I asked my brother if he would rub it, just to
  give me some relief.  I offered him anything, but he said
  "Mom said you've been programmed for 8 uses, and me and
  Gloria each get to use it 2 times.  I'm going to make you
  beg and beg when it's my turn."
  
  That was news to me, I just assumed, well, I guess I hadn't
  even thought about how many times I could be made to do
  this.  But after my brother fell asleep, the stuff in my
  head started to fade, and I found I could move my arms.  I
  beat off three times, producing more spunk then ever before,
  and then decided to try something out.
  
  I said the command word out loud, and sure enough, it
  worked.  It left me rock hard again, but I had the knowledge
  that I had used up another of the charms.  I must have had
  wet dreams like crazy because when I woke up the bed was a
  mess.  I beat off again before my brother woke up, and then
  used up another one.  Now I only had 5 more to go.
  
  But I was wrong, Eddie was awake, and he heard me say the
  command word.  'Hey, you can't do that" he said, jumping out
  of bed.  He left the room and ran downstairs to tell mom.
  
  She had to call work and tell them she would be late, and
  then she took me back to the hospital.  I was there for 4
  more days while they re-programmed me.  All these freaking
  idiots calling themselves doctors there and none of them
  were even smart enough to think I'd use up all the command
  words myself.
  
  But when I came back out, I knew that most of my summer
  vacation was gone already, and my brother cheerfully told me
  that this time I had been programmed for 10 cycles.  My mom
  gave Eddie and Gloria each 2 uses, and McKespy, the kid who
  used to buy weed off me, was going to get two chances to
  fuck with me.  They even were giving his little brother a
  turn.  The judge who started all this crap had asked for me
  to come and demonstrate the program at a special program to
  keep kids out of trouble, so he had one.  Then Eddie and
  Gloria were allowed to give the last two to anyone they
  wanted.
  
  The first night back home, my brother said he had heard that
  they weren't sure if they really could program me to keep
  from using the command word on my self.  I wasn't sure why
  he offered to tell this to me, but I didn't waste any time. 
  "Rumpelstiltskin," I said out loud, and was happy to see it
  kick in immediately.  I pulled my pajamas off as quickly as
  I could and locked my hands behind my head, knowing that I
  had defeated the system again.  I used it three more times
  during the night, and again first thing in the morning.  I'd
  used half the fucking trips they built in to my head and the
  day hadn't even started yet.
  
  After mom left for work, Eddie invited two of his friends
  over.  He told me he was going to use one of his turns and
  torture me all day, but if I did it myself he would be nicer
  to me.  Shit, now I was being blackmailed by a ten-year-old. 
  But what the hell I figure, even if he was lying, a use was
  a use.  So I said the word and impressed the hell out of his
  friends.  Six down and four to go.
  
  Eddie said "Let's take him out front," but I wasn't going
  for that.  However, I quickly realized that it didn't take
  much ball squeezing before I didn't feel like such a tough
  guy.  Once out the front door they knocked me down on the
  lawn and started to tickle me.
  
  Damn, I hated that, being held down and tickled by three
  kids who between them couldn't produce 4 inches of dick. 
  And right out on the front yard where anyone could see it
  too.
  
  But the tickling turned out to be a blessing.  It distracted
  me just enough that I was able to break through the stuff in
  my head and start moving my arms again after just an hour or
  so.  Once I could move, I threw the two closest boys off of
  me and headed for the house to get dressed.
  
  "Wait Adam" Eddie called to me.  "I'll use one of my turns
  on you, and we'll do more than tickle you."
  
  I just ignored the brat and kept on walking.
  
  "We'll do stuff in the backyard instead.  I'll make you stay
  if you don't say it, and then we'll go visit Sheri."
  
  Shit, not Sheri.  She was the big sister of one of the snot-
  monsters hanging with Eddie, and was a year older than me. 
  Okay, so maybe blackmail wasn't so bad.  "Just give me 5
  minutes to go inside and take care of something" I said,
  wanting to beat off again.
  
  The little shit looked at his watch and said "Five minutes,
  that's all.  And you'd better come back out."
  
  I was still so hard I knew I wouldn't need five minutes.
  
  When I had finished, I decided to put on some shorts.  Ya,
  I'm not stupid, I knew they were going to come right back
  off anyway, but I just didn't feel right walking outside
  with nothing on.  I went out the back, and all three were
  sitting there waiting for me.
  
  "Rumpelstiltskin," I said out loud again, and even as I
  stripped off the shorts, I knew I was close to beating the
  system.  This time Eddie and his friends used their time to
  tickle me more, and I tried my hardest to concentrate on the
  feeling of the little fingers poking at my ribs instead of
  the stuff in my head.  As soon as my arms started coming
  free, they were ready to make another deal.
  
  "We know you just want to go back inside to beat off again"
  Eddie said.  I didn't even know the puke-head had the words
  'beat off' in his brain.  But I wasn't in to giving the
  perverts a show, until he said "We'll do it for you if you
  say the command word again."
  
  It sounded kind of freaky, but we were in the back yard, and
  using up all of the commands.  "What the fuck, why not" I
  said, adding the command word.
  
  They talked about how to do it, who was going to do it, if
  it would gross, until I final said "just fucking do it!" 
  Eddie ran into the garage and came back with two pair of
  gloves.
  
  "We'll wear these, and then we don't have to touch him" he
  said, handing one pair off to one of his friends.  The other
  asked "What do I do?"
  
  Eddie though for a minute and then said "I know, I'll do him
  first, then Ted, and then you.  You can have these gloves
  when I'm done."
  
  I couldn't believe it, I mean I'm lying there totally naked
  for bunch of kids, and there's all these visions running
  through my head, and they're going to use gloves because
  they're afraid of touching my dick!
  
  Eddie grabbed hold and began to squeeze my shaft for
  Christ's sake.  I had to teach my brother how to beat off
  using my own dick!  He tried rubbing it, but the gloves
  hurt, and I jumped up yelling.  I finally talked him into
  doing it without the gloves.
  
  He moved slowly, like he was picking up a dead bug or
  something.  Come to think of it, the little freak liked to
  pick up dead bugs, so I couldn't understand his fear of
  touching me.  But finally he did.  "Wow, it's warm, and
  harder than I thought it would be" he said.
  
  That caused his friends to want to touch it too, and soon I
  had three hands feeling me up.  But I was so hard that was
  all it took.  I gave them a quick warning and their hands
  pulled back like I had leprosy or something.  Once they let
  go, a tiny drop of spunk leaked out, but without the
  manipulation I just couldn't shoot.  I had to beg them to
  finish the job, which fortunately they did.
  
  It was better, but I was still under the spell.  They all
  thought it was cool, and decided to do it again.  And again. 
  And when they wanted to do it the forth time, I asked them
  to get some lotion because the friction was killing me.
  
  "We'll stop if you promise to say the word again as soon as
  the hypnism wears off" Eddie said.  "If you don't promise,
  we'll just keep doing it like this."  He grabbed hold and
  started rubbing me dry again.  "Or maybe we'll use the
  gloves and do it."  He started to put a glove back on, but I
  gave in and promised.
  
  "The word is 'hypnosis' you little freak, not hypnism" I
  muttered.  "But I promise to say it again.  You're going to
  get into trouble for using up all your turns though."  I
  already knew that they were going to send me back to the
  shrinks again, but maybe they would give up and just make me
  pick up litter or something instead.
  
  They waited until I could move my arms again, and I said I
  had to pee.
  
  "No way, you said you would say the word."
  
  "I will, just let me pee!"  I tried to get up, but Eddie
  jumped on me and put his face right in front of mine and
  said "Say it, or we go see Sheri!"
  
  He's sure got a one track mind, whenever the train hasn't
  fallen off the rails.  But I really didn't want them to take
  me to be seen by her, so I said the word.  But the good news
  was that I was at nine down with just one to go.
  
  Eddie surprised me when he and his pipsqueak friends led me
  over to a tree in the backyard and made me back up to it
  until I could feel the rough bark scraping against my ass. 
  Eddie left and went to the garage, but he came back a few
  minutes later with a couple pieces of thin nylon rope.
  
  They had fun tying my wrists behind the tree and then tying
  each ankle as well.  I didn't know what they were thinking,
  I wasn't going to go anywhere.  Once they had me tied, they
  left.  The little assholes just walked off without a single
  word leaving me naked and tied to a tree in our backyard.
  
  Without the distractions, the images in my head took over,
  and Adam Junior kept begging me to play a few rounds of
  'skin the snake,' but between the rope and the hypnosis my
  arms were held far away from where I wanted them to be.
  
  I suffered by myself for probably an hour or so before
  Gloria came outside.  She looked at me and smiled, staring
  for a long time at my totally exposed dick and balls, but
  never said a word.  She sat down in the shade and opened a
  book.  She read for a while before she marked her page and
  came back to stand in front of me.
  
  "This won't do" she said, untying the ropes the boys had
  left.  It didn't help much since I was still stuck in
  bonerville, but at least it was a start.
  
  "Lay down here" she said, indicating a spot in the sun
  between the tree I had been tied to and the fence.  I
  considered not doing it, but figured out she already knew
  about boys' balls and would make me do it anyway, so I
  dropped down where she indicated.
  
  She then tied my arms to the tree and my feet to a fence
  post.  Not real tight, not like I was stretched out or
  anything, but it would keep me from moving very much.  And
  it left me in the sun.
  
  Gloria then pulled a long piece of string from her pocket. 
  She tied one end to my dick, her fingers being almost but
  not quite enough to get me off, and then tied the other to
  my neck.  Then she sat back in the shade and picked up her
  book again.
  
  "Come on Gloria, what's up with this?  You must want
  something from me, can we deal?"  The little cunt just
  ignored me.  Finally the spell period ended and I began to
  go soft.  Then the need to pee really hit me.
  
  "Gloria, I need to pee" I said to her, hoping for at least a
  response.
  
  "I know, Eddie told me you needed to.  You can go ahead and
  pee whenever you want."  She stared at me over the top of
  her book.
  
  With the string tied around my dick, if I peed it was going
  to spray all over my chest.  Obviously she knew that, what I
  couldn't figure out is why she did it.
  
  "I'll untie you long enough to pee on two conditions" she
  said.  "First, you pee right here where I can watch, I've
  never seen a boy pee before.  And second, as soon as you're
  done, you say the word again."
  
  I had no problem with that, one more time and my duty to
  this fucking program was over.  I quickly agreed to her
  conditions and she untied the string from my neck, leaving
  it tied to my dick.  Next she untied my arms, and I couldn't
  hold it long enough for her to get my feet free.
  
  I rolled up onto my knees and began peeing, not caring if
  she watched or not, I couldn't have held it in anyway.  As
  soon as I was done I looked at her and she nodded her head.
  
  "Rumpelstiltskin," I said out loud again, knowing it was the
  last time.  At least, unless they decided to reprogram me
  again.  But if they did, I'd just use them up before my
  family and former friends got a chance.
  
  As soon as I said it, Gloria laughed and said "When you're
  done, you can untie your feet and come on in and have some
  lunch.  Mom will be home in a few hours, and you're supposed
  to go somewhere with her before dinner."  And she walked
  off, leaving me there.  It didn't make any sense to me, but
  I always said my siblings each shared half a brain.
  
  With my hands again glued behind my head, I couldn't get my
  feet free, so I was still stuck in the backyard naked, but
  with the fence, nobody could see me anyway.  I just wished I
  could get out of the sun.
  
  I knew what the judge wanted, but he was in for a big
  disappointment.  I wondered how mad he was gonna be when he
  said "Rumpelstiltskin," expecting me to put on a show for a
  bunch of troubled brats, but instead I would just stand
  there and stare at him.  But what the hell, I didn't really
  give a shit if he got pissed or not.  What was he going to
  do to me, reprogram me again?  He'd have to come up with
  something better than that.  Knowing I had beaten the
  system, I waited out the spell, and then stayed in the back
  yard while I beat off three times.  Once I was done I found
  where my brother had left my shorts and put them on while I
  waited for my mother dearest to get home.
  
  We got down to the courthouse after most of the workers
  there had already left.  It seemed different without all the
  suits walking around carrying briefcases trying to look
  important.  We were directed into a room that had a big
  raised platform in the back with a big desk on it.  In the
  front were four rows of seat across the whole front wall. 
  My mom and me, and the woman who brought us in, were the
  only ones here.
  
  "What is this place" I asked, since I hadn't seen anything
  like it last time I was here.
  
  "This is where potential jury members are interviewed for
  selection on a jury" the woman answered.
  
  "You mean the jury gets interrogated too?" I asked, totally
  ignorant of how the system worked.  For kids like me, there
  was no jury.
  
  "Well, we don't refer to it as interrogation," she started,
  but I had already tuned her out; I wasn't really all that
  interested.  The judge had entered from the back while she
  was talking.
  
  "Hello Adam," he said to me, like we were friends or
  something.  "I'm sure you don't like the program, but you'll
  get through it.  I asked your mother to bring you here today
  so I can demonstrate the program to a group of young boys
  and a few girls who have been arrested for one or two
  offenses and are continuing to make poor choices like you
  did.  I want them to see one of the sentencing options I
  have that they could be subject to."
  
  Blah, blah, and blah; this was all bullshit and both of us
  knew it.  He just wanted to see how well his great
  experiment in the justice system was working.  Besides, he
  probably got his rocks off seeing kids like me naked, that's
  probably the real reason I'm here.  But he was sure going to
  be in for a surprise.
  
  While we were talking, cameras were being set up by a group
  of people who all had TVN on their shirts.  I found out
  later they do special news stories, sometimes under contract
  and sometimes free lance.  
  
  Soon the other kids were brought in and seated.  There were
  about 30 of them, mostly boys, but about a dozen girls too. 
  There was a big range in age; the youngest must have been
  all of 10, but there were 5 or 6 of them who were at least
  my age, maybe even 14.  The judge droned on and on about the
  system, the testing, and me, even told them what I had done
  to get arrested.  I could see the other kids were paying
  almost as much attention as I was.
  
  "Now, let me demonstrate what could be in store for many of
  you if you don't change your behavior.  Adam, please step up
  here in front."  I came up next to him, facing all the kids. 
  "Adam, do you like being naked in front of other people? 
  Your family, your friends, total strangers?"
  
  What a stupid question, who would like that?  "No, of course
  I don't" I said out loud, adding "You pompous idiot" under
  my breath.
  
  "As part of his punishment, Adam here has been hypnotized
  and a suggestion has been implanted into his brain.  When
  the right command word is spoken, Adam is unable to prevent
  himself from pulling off all of his clothes as quickly as
  possible, and then his arms move to behind his head where he
  is unable to move them again until the episode is over. 
  I'll demonstrate this for you."
  
  Now comes the big moment; I was trying to decide how to play
  it out.  Should I just stand there smug while everyone
  laughed at the judge, or should I say something to him?  I
  decided I would wait and see just how pissed off he got;
  after all, he would be able to get his revenge with another
  sentence.  He leaned in close and whispered in my ear so
  that the kids couldn't hear and said "Rumpelstiltskin
  again."
  
  My body responded immediately, I didn't even try to unbutton
  my shirt; I just pulled it off over my head while kicking
  off my shoes.  I hadn't put any underpants on before we left
  the house, so as my shorts dropped I pulled my socks off as
  I pulled my feet out of the leg holes.  It only took like
  four seconds for me to go from fully dressed to completely
  hard, and then my arms locked in place behind my head.  The
  images started, and I became erect immediately.  Those
  assholes had used a second command word, and both Eddie and
  Gloria knew it and never said a word.  I'd get them later.
  
  But right now, I was standing fully naked in front of 30
  kids who were screaming with joy at my condition.  I tried
  to turn my back to them, but the judge stood behind me and
  held me in place.  He displayed me to them as a threat,
  walking me back and forth so that everyone got a good look.
  
  I was still caught in the spell when we got home, but my mom
  must have heard me muttering under my breath.  As she took
  the seat belt off she said "I wouldn't get too mad at your
  brother if I were you.  First, he can stop you with a word. 
  Second, there is a new rule around here.  Your brother and
  sister will monitor your behavior.  If you disobey, they
  will tell me, and if I agree then they will impose a
  punishment.  If it includes spanking, you brother will spank
  you for minor offenses.  If they think the offense was
  bigger than minor, then your sister will spank you.  And if
  you commit a serious offense, I will spank you."
  
  "The spankings will only be done while I am home, and I will
  approve every one.  But they will be done while you are
  nude, and Eddie and Gloria can watch.  They can even invite
  their friends over to watch, or your friends.  And they will
  include corner time, also to be served while nude.  And
  Eddie and Gloria can also impose other punishments in
  addition to spanking, although I will still approve all of
  them."
  
  My ears were burning from the shame of knowing that my
  brother and sister were going to be allowed to spank me like
  I was their little brother instead of the other way around. 
  But my mother wasn't done yet.
  
  "The new command phrase has a limit on how many times it can
  be used, but the old word is unlimited.  It can be used for
  ever, until I pay to have them remove it from your
  subconscious.  And I will NOT pay to have it removed; if you
  want it removed you will have to earn the money to pay for
  it yourself.  I will decide when it is time.  The spankings
  from Gloria and Eddie will continue as necessary until the
  command word has been removed from your brain."  She stood
  back from the car door to let me out.
  
  "Shit!" I said.  "This is so unfair.  I hate you!"
  
  "Swearing is a minor offense punishable by five spanks" she
  said.
  
  "Fuck this, just send me away.  I'm not going to let my
  little brother fucking spank me like I was a baby."
  
  "The punishment for swearing is five spanks per word.  In
  addition, the 'F' word is more serious; it is also punished
  by ten spanks from your sister.  Right now you are up to
  fifteen from Eddie and twenty from Gloria.  Do you want to
  continue?  I should warn you that repeat violations will
  escalate from hand-spanking to use of ping-pong paddle."
  
  I just glared at her.  At least the images served a purpose
  this time; they kept me from saying what was on my mind. 
  When we entered the house, mom told the brats the news,
  which made them the happiest kids on the planet.
  
  "Can we invite Earl McKespy to watch?" Eddie asked.  Earl
  was my former best friend, until he got me into this mess by
  telling the cops he bought his dope from me.
  
  My mom said "Sure, and invite his little brother Teddy to
  come too.  And your brother has had an erection now for
  about 2 hours.  If it goes away before the spanking, you can
  use the command word again."
  
  Earl and Ted McKespy didn't come over until after we had
  finished dinner.  Eddie was allowed to use the unlimited
  command word instead of using up one of his turns.  The
  McKespy boys laughed and laughed at me being spanked by my
  brother and sister.  My sister hit hard enough that I
  couldn't keep from crying, and they laughed at that too. 
  Then it was time for me to go stand in the corner.  That's
  when Earl mentioned that I had made him and Ted pull their
  pants off outside in their front yard, and Gloria suggested
  instead of corner time I spend some porch time.  My mom
  agreed, and I had to stand on the front porch until my
  fucking boner went away.  I sure must have been a sight.
  
  My brother used up his turns abusing me in the first week,
  mostly just more stuff like he did before.  Gloria was
  saving her turns up for some special occasion, like when she
  had a slumber party, or the day we went to the park.  I had
  a real hard time controlling my language at first, so there
  was hardly a day I didn't get spanked.
  
  And both of them always wanted me to be hard for a spanking,
  so my mom imposed yet another rule.  I had to say the
  command word myself.  If I didn't, then the spankings were
  doubled, and they said the word.  I don't know why I
  resisted so much, it always made it worse, and the spankings
  really did sting.  But I just couldn't bring myself to say
  the word.
  
  Just before school started, a local television station ran a
  story about the program, and there I was on the evening
  news.  They didn't show me below the waist from the front,
  but they did have a few back shots that clearly showed I was
  naked in front of a crowd of students.  I was hoping that
  few kids watched the news, even though it was advertised for
  a week, but my hopes were in vain.  The first day back in
  school we had an assembly, and they ran the video there.
  
  The principal of my school is a real asshole too, because he
  didn't censor out the nudity.  He explained that kids were
  going to be naked in school, and laughing at them was part
  of their punishment, so he showed the whole tape, which
  included nearly two minutes of my boner there on the screen
  for all of my fellow students to laugh at.  Hell of a way to
  start eighth grade.
  
  But by the end of the week, there was a real naked boy in
  school, and that took some of the pressure off me.  By the
  end of the month we had three boys and a girl responding to
  command words.  I stayed away from them; after all, I knew
  how they felt.  Well, not exactly, at least I hadn't been
  naked in school.
  
  The spankings were trailing off too as I was swearing less. 
  But one thing I hated was I was starting to do everything my
  brother or sister said without any thought or argument, and
  that doesn't seem right.  One day when I had a fried over we
  were fooling around and Gloria came outside and said "Go
  take a shower and go to bed Adam" and I just said goodbye to
  my friend and went inside.  He looked at me kind of weird,
  but I was already gone before I realized what had happened. 
  Probably just as well, if I had argued he would have been
  able to watch me get spanked too.
  
  Finally came the day my mom gave permission to have the old
  command word removed.  I had been working do odd jobs and
  stuff, but I still needed nearly a hundred dollars.  I
  started working doing anything I could to earn the money.  I
  busted my ass and earned the last of the money on Sunday. 
  On Monday, mom made an appointment for me but the earliest
  they could see me wasn't until Friday afternoon.  But it was
  as good as done; all I had to do was endure four more days
  of Eddie and Gloria's crap.  But it didn't work out to be
  quite that easy.  I guess the really important things never
  are.
  
  That evening Eddie still had homework to do because he had
  to stay after school for some stupid play he was in.  But my
  favorite show was on and I didn't want to miss it, so I
  turned on the TV.  He told me to turn it off or go watch it
  in our room, but the little piece of shit TV we have in
  there is too small and besides, the picture is fuzzy most of
  the time.
  
  He got up and turned off the TV, and I used the remote to
  turn it back on, so he told me to give him the remote.  I
  guess thinking about being de-programmed must have messed me
  up because I told him where he could stick the remote.  He
  got real red in the face and said "Say it, say the word
  right now and I won't even tell mom.  But if you don't,
  you're gonna be in big trouble."  He was so mad his voice
  was squeaky.
  
  I mimicked him, saying "you're gonna be in big trouble" and
  called him a SNB, which he knew stood for 'snot-nosed brat.' 
  Yeah, it was pretty stupid, but I'd put up with months of
  being his personal slave, and being spanked by him; not to
  mention all the stuff he made me do in front of his friends. 
  Besides, he could have gone to our room to finish his damn
  homework.  But man, the worst days of my life could have
  been avoided if I had just held back for four more fucking
  days!
  
  Mom came done in a flash, and I knew she was pissed off at
  me.  She grabbed the remote from me and turned off the TV,
  but didn't say a word.  She started to say something a
  couple of times, but her mouth just moved without any words
  coming out.  Gloria came in and looked at mom and said "Mom
  can deal with this in the morning.  Just go to bed Adam."
  
  My mom was so mad I was afraid she was going to go back on
  her word to let me get the command word removed, so I
  decided the hell with my show, I'd better go to bed.  Shit,
  it was only a few minutes after eight o'clock.
  
  The next morning, none of them were talking to me, but Eddie
  was smiling a lot, so I knew something was up.  After
  breakfast, I grabbed my books and headed off to the bus stop
  without saying a word to any of them.  Two could play that
  stupid game.
  
  I was at my locker when McKespy walked over.  "You're
  brother called me this morning," he said with a big shit-
  eating grin on his face.  I waited for him to continue.
  
  "He told me to write this down and post it right here on
  your locker."  He pulled out a sheet of paper and some tape
  and posted the sheet.  I took a quick glance at it, seeing
  just one big word.
  
  "Rumpelstiltskin."  I didn't even say it out loud, but it
  worked anyway.  I was crying the moment I started to strip,
  knowing that I was in school and would be tormented by
  everyone who saw me, even the little fuckers in sixth grade.
  
  "And your mother told me I could tell anyone I wanted what
  the command word is, so I've posted it on three bulletin
  boards already.  Before I go home today, everyone in school
  will know it, shithead."  He started to leave, then turned
  back around and picked up my clothes.  "I guess you won't be
  needing these today, will you" he said as he walked off
  laughing, leaving me naked in the hall.
  
  A teacher came by and gently pulled me into my next class. 
  "I know it's difficult, but you got yourself into trouble so
  now you have to suffer the consequences.  You won't get any
  mercy from the staff at this school."
  
  By the end of the school day, at least a hundred kids had
  come up and said the word to me.  I never had any chance at
  all to get soft, and the repetition seemed to make it worse. 
  The ride home on the bus, where there weren't any teachers
  around to protect me, was pure hell; although I did get
  rubbed off several times.
  
  When I got home, mom had some more bad news for me.  "You
  are to remain in this condition until your doctor's
  appointment.  If you start to come back from the command
  word, you had better get someone to command you, or you
  better say the word yourself.  If any of us see you soft I
  will take the money you earned for your appointment and give
  it to Eddie.  You won't get it back until he says you can
  have it.  You want to argue with me about that mister?"
  
  It wasn't a topic I wanted to discuss, let alone argue
  about.  I really needed to have the programming in my head
  erased.
  
  I didn't start getting soft until well after dinner, and
  Eddie was right there to see it.  "Rumpelstiltskin," he said
  laughing.  He said it again before we went to bed.  When the
  alarm went off, he waited until I opened my eyes and then
  said it again.
  
  The kids at school were having a ball too.  The command
  words had never been made public before, and for good
  reason.  The kids kept me constantly hard and naked at
  school and Eddie did the same for me at home.  Somehow I
  managed to survive through Friday, and was hoping for a
  chance to get five minutes alone because I was so desperate
  to beat off after being kept hard for five days.
  
  "I'll be back in a second" I said to him, hoping he wouldn't
  notice.
  
  But of course, he had noticed.  "You're hands are just about
  down to your sides.  It sure would suck to be this close and
  then lose it just so that you could beat off."
  
  It was getting harder to do it to myself, so I waited for
  him to say it, but he didn't.
  
  "Please Eddie, I can't.  Just say it for me, would you?"
  
  "Nope, either you say it, or go get me the money.  I think
  maybe I'll give it back to you at a dollar a day.  That
  would keep you naked in school for probably two years.  Just
  think, you could be naked on your first day of high school."
  
  The damn little brat wasn't going to save me from myself. 
  So with just an hour to go until freedom, I forced myself to
  say the word.
  
  They couldn't start the de-programming until the spell
  passed.  Then, because it was so deeply ingrained in my head
  it took them until Sunday afternoon before they said I was
  finally cleared.
  
  It was over; the worst time of my life was finally over!  I
  promised everyone I wouldn't be back, but unlike some other
  promises I have made, this was a promise I planned on
  keeping.  Like I said, I've even almost stopped swearing.
  
  To celebrate, mom took us all out to dinner.  We had just
  finished eating when out of the blue Eddie said
  "Rumpelstiltskin" just to see what would happen.
  
  I had my shirt off and my pants were around my knees before
  I was able to stop myself.  Eddie and Gloria were in
  hysterics at seeing me almost get nude again in public.
  
  Mom tried to hush my brother and sister, but they were
  laughing too hard.  She pushed them out of the restaurant
  ahead of us.  "Don't worry dear, it will wear off soon. 
  Monday at school might be hard, but I'll bet by the end of
  the month you won't have any reaction to the word at all."
  
  It's been six months since then, and the program has been
  discontinued.  Nobody else needed more than a few hours to
  be de-programmed, so once again I was an exception.  I ended
  up naked three times that first week back at school, and
  once more after that before I could control it.  And even
  now it takes a conscious thought to stop from striping if I
  hear the command word.  Eddie likes to do it to me just as
  I'm waking up.  He says it's to help me get over it, but I
  think he just likes having a power over me.  Mom says I'm a
  lot better, but I still need to work more on my language.
  
  I think I'm doing fine, I hardly ever swear now.  McKespy
  and me are friends again, although he likes to pop up with
  the command word at times when he knows I'm not paying
  attention just to see how far I go before I get control.  I
  guess I can deal with that, and both of us swore off using
  any more weed.  In fact, one thing I know now that this is
  done is that I'll never break a fucking law again!