Bare Talent Part 1

Bare Talent Part 1
By Ben Holiday
ben_holiday200@yahoo.com

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This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains explicit depictions of sexual activity involving minors. If you are not of a legal age in your locality to view such material or if such material does not appeal to you, do not read further, and do not save this story.
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Part 1

Eleven-year-old Tack and his 13-year-old brother Arrow looked down at their trade-mark bright yellow tennis shoes. They weren't doing this out of admiration for their flashy footwear. They were hanging their heads in shame as were the other four boys in their room who also wore bright yellow tennis shoes.

Mrs. Paisley, who was in charge of the boys, shook her head. It's not that the boys hadn't misbehaved before but they had never damaged a room like this before. And though it wasn't exactly malevolent destruction-they had just got greatly over enthused in their wrestling and general horsing around-the hotel management wasn't amused.

She already knew that they would be paying for the damage. But that was not going to be punishment enough Mrs. Paisley determined. They needed a punishment that would truly teach them a lesson. She just had to figure out what.

"You are going to apologize to the people in the surrounding rooms and to the management." Mrs. Paisley said through gritted teeth. "And that will be just the beginning."

Mrs. Paisley stood just a bit shorter than Arrow who was the tallest of the boys. This plump lady had volunteered to manage the two boys, Tack and Arrow, when they first discovered their talent with accordions. It started about 3 years ago when an uncle of theirs had introduced the boys to the accordion. At first, Tack and Arrow had found the instrument quite lame and annoying. But when they gave it a try, they discovered they had a very natural talent for it. Kids at school had made fun of the two brothers at first. However, their appearance in a school talent show left everyone in awe, not only at their fantastic accordion playing but at their amazing singing voices. They even had a talent for composing as the song they sang and played was their own composition.

"Look at me!" Mrs. Paisley commanded the boys. Six pairs of eyes slowly looked up at hers. She had placed her hands on her hips. The boys knew they were in trouble.

"Normally, I can overlook your shenanigans and smooth things over." she said after a few seconds of silence. "An apology is usually enough." She paused again for a bit. "But not this time."

The boys had tried all kinds of explanations when a confused Mrs. Paisley had showed up with the management. When the manager had got the call from several neighboring rooms about the extremely loud noises, she looked up to see who was in that room and found them to be under Mrs. Paisley's care. They went to her room first to get her and bring her along. Upon seeing the state of the room, Mrs. Paisley overcame her initial shock and launched into a tirade against the boys. The manager felt she didn't need to say much as she watched the boys wither under their care-taker's verbal assault.

Mr. and Mrs. Vandenberg, Tack and Arrow's parents, found that the requests for their sons to play for various events became overwhelming to handle. Mrs. Paisley, a retired elementary school teacher, had seen the boys at one of their performances and had been wowed. In talking with the boys' parents afterwards, she had found herself somehow talked into managing them. She began to get a schedule for them that worked around their chores and their schooling. Mr. and Mrs. Vandenberg were greatly pleased with how she handled the situation relieved that the boys' talent wouldn't be held back now that Mrs. Paisley was helping.

Mrs. Paisley turned away from the boys whose eyes immediately went back to their shoes. They really were ashamed of what they had done but feared that their shame wouldn't make any difference. She paced back and forth a few times, hands clasped behind her back. The silence was finally broken by Arrow.

"We're really sorry, Mrs. Paisley..." the blond-haired lad started. He was a bit taller than most boys his age with an otherwise medium build. His deep blue eyes caused many a young girl to swoon. Mrs. Paisley held up a hand to stop him. She didn't want to hear it.

Tack and Arrow had become quite popular in the surrounding towns and counties. Mrs. Paisley kept quite busy carting them around to events and helping with their practices. She had feared retirement would be dull but was so glad to have this opportunity to not only help the boys use their talent but just to get out and travel a bit and be useful. After watching some of the talent type shows on television she got the idea of including some kids dancing while the boys played. She approached several groups of kids on different occasions whom she had observed showing off their dance moves at parks, on the street, at parking lots, wherever they could find an audience. Most shunned her refusing to have anything to do with an old lady and her lame accordion playing band. A few brave boys eventually said yes and started working with her, Tack, and Arrow to choreograph dance moves to the boys' songs.

Mrs. Paisley stopped pacing. She looked up at the boys. They were still looking down so they didn't notice the slight twinkle in her eye.

"I think I've got it." she said quietly. The boys heard her say this.

"Got what?" Tack asked timidly.

Mrs. Paisley hadn't meant to say it out loud. Realizing she had, she dismissed Tack's question with a wave of her hand.

"Get ready for rehearsal while I go and arrange the payment for the damage. You'll also be doing some work for the hotel. And I didn't forget that you'll be apologizing to people...in fact, we'll do that now."

As the boys followed Mrs. Paisley to the surrounding rooms to offer their apologies, they figured this was the extra she had in mind. How wrong they were.

"Back to your room," she commanded them "and be ready when I come for you."

The boys were a little surprised since a lot of the rage she had with them earlier was gone. Even for lesser misdeeds they hadn't gotten off this quickly.

Trey and his twin brother Felix were two of the boys who danced while Tack and Arrow sang and played the accordions. They were eleven-years old like Tack, but a little bit taller than him. Tack had thick brown hair but the same piercing blue eyes his older brother had. Trey and Felix had thick black hair that covered most of their faces. Benji, also eleven, matched Tack in height. He was the only one of the group that couldn't be described as thin. Though not terribly overweight, he was definitely the heaviest of the group. He had red hair that he had cut in somewhat of an 80's type Mohawk. Thirteen-year old Joel rounded out the group. He was on his school's swim team and had the swimmer's build. He kept his thick brown hair cut short due to his swimming activities. Like Arrow, he showed some beginning muscle development and could turn the girls' heads when he walked by.

"You suppose that's it?" Trey asked as the boys got changed. All six boys wore bright yellow tennis shoes with bright colored socks, the trademark part of their so-called show outfits. They all wore cargo shorts that went down to about midcalf. Tack and Arrow wore orange button shirts underneath t-shirts with the shirt tails hanging out. Tack usually wore a plain black t-shirt over his orange button shirt and Arrow wore a light blue one over his. The sleeves of the button orange shirt were always rolled up. The other four boys wore red long-sleeve t-shirts under various colored short-sleeved t-shirts. Trey and Felix's were neon green and Benji and Joel wore purple ones over theirs. Had their musical and dancing talents not stood out, their outfits definitely did.

Nobody had a good answer for Trey's question, so they chatted about the usual stuff as they got ready. Mrs. Paisley came to fetch them and they took off for rehearsal.

Tomorrow's show-for which the boys were currently practicing-was kind of a local "America's Got Talent" rip-off. There would be no TV cameras or big name celebrities judging, but it was a big glitzy stage, a large auditorium, and had the potential of attracting some talent scouts. As Mrs. Paisley watched the boys practice, making comments here and there for encouragement or improvement, she thought to herself how interesting tomorrow's competition would be. She was so glad the boys' parents and the sponsors and organizers of the event took so quickly to her suggestion. She thought she might have a lot of persuading to do and would probably ultimately fail with such an unusual punishment. However, it seemed the community had been considering new ways to bring troublemakers under control and everyone agreed this might be a great test pilot for one of the suggested ways. Local authorities were brought into the loop who eagerly consented to the punishment. Mrs. Paisley allowed herself a slight grin her imagination running a bit wild anticipating tomorrow.

The next day found the six boys in a dressing room just off stage about 20 minutes before they went on. Chatting nervously among themselves they didn't really notice Mrs. Paisley's sinister smile. The stage manager walked in with a police officer behind him. He gave a thumbs up to Mrs. Paisley indicating it was time to get ready and then left the room.

"Why is that police lady here?" Tack whispered to his brother. Arrow, wondering the same thing, just shrugged his shoulders in response.

"Boys, this is officer Krane." Mrs. Paisley started in introducing her to the boys. "She's here to help oversee this part of your punishment."

Six pairs of eyes looked back and forth between officer Krane and Mrs. Paisley. The eyes were attached to very confused and worried faces.

"Boys," officer Krane addressed them, "you get to test pilot a new program we're considering for not only punishment purposes but, hopefully, to reduce trouble and even crime in our city." She paused to let those words sink in. Six pairs of eyes opened about as wide as they could when she broke the silence with the command, "Strip!"

No one spoke. Mrs. Paisley grinned. Six boys' jaws dropped open.

"What?" Arrow asked unbelieving.

"Get those clothes off. You're performing naked tonight." officer Krane stated with no humor showing in her face.

"Mrs. Paisley," Arrow said, quickly turning to their manager, "what's she talking about?"

Barely containing herself, Mrs. Paisley responded with, "It's okay boys, everything checks out. I called your parents, the..."

She didn't get to continue as Benji interrupted with, " 'It's okay'!?!? What do you mean 'It's okay'? It's NOT okay." he yelled.

Mrs. Paisley had anticipated this type of rebellion changing her face to a look of anger. It was a real battle, though, for her to remain stern looking and not reveal the pleasure she was deriving from all this.

"Actually, it IS okay," she claimed "and you will NOT contradict me or officer Krane." The astonished looks on the boys' faces did not disappear, but the outward displays of protest began to subside as they knew that look.

"Get those clothes off and set them in a pile over there." She pointed to where she intended the boys' to leave their clothes. They only continued to stare at her with stunned looks on their faces not moving at all.

"B, b, but we can't go out there naked..." Arrow started after finding his voice. He was fighting very hard not to cry. While the other boys were fighting a similar battle, Arrow especially didn't want to shed tears in front of his brother, his friends, or these two adults.

"Then you shouldn't've messed up yesterday. Clothes off. Now!" Mrs. Paisley demanded.

"I want to talk with my mom and dad." Benji said. He wanted it to sound like a command, but it came out more like a scared little boy.

"They've already okayed the punishment as has everyone else's parents," Mrs. Paisley replied with officer Krane nodding in agreement. "But, if you want to call them back here", she continued as she pulled out her cell phone, "they could watch all of you undress before you go out."

Benji nodded no.

"You have about 10 minutes now 'til you're on. Strip those clothes off boys!" Slowly six pairs of hands started to pull off six outer t-shirts. "Oh, wait!" Mrs. Paisley exclaimed.

The boys looked at her with a bit of hope on their faces. Maybe this was all a big joke and now she was going to stop them. They each thought to themselves that they had certainly learned their lesson so the naked punishment must've just been a trick to really get them. A bit of relief welled up inside them as they waited to hear what she had to say.

"Leave your sneakers and socks on," she continued, no longer trying to hide her glee, "we want you to have your trademark shoes on." She watched six hope-filled faces become crestfallen. "Hurry up!" she commanded, "I'll be back for you in a moment."

The boys were down to their shorts, underwear, shoes and socks. Arrow and Joel both had some nice beginning muscle development. Tack, Trey, and Felix's bare torsos lacked any real definition, just that of skinny 11-year-old boys. Benji was a bit ashamed being the fattest one there embarrassed more so than the other shirtless boys. In a moment, however, all would be equally embarrassed.

"Would you mind turning away, please?" Arrow asked officer Krane meekly. He had a scowl on his face but couldn't muster up the courage to try and demand the police officer look away.

"I'll be seeing what you have during the show (and maybe longer, she added mentally), so I see no reason to look away. Keep stripping or Mrs. Paisley will really be upset with you." While this had the desired effect to get the boys to continue undressing, she just had to add, "Just think how much worse this might become if you don't do as you're told."

The boys inwardly shuddered at this. Could it really become worse?

Arrow was the first to completely remove his cargo shorts. He stood there in black boxer-briefs, blushing like he never had before. However, he eventually would top it. He waited until everyone else had their cargo shorts off standing among a pair of blue-striped boxers (Joel) and four pairs of tighty-whities. Officer Krane allowed herself to grin, a grin that would soon increase.

The boys had all been facing officer Krane up to this point. Arrow turned around followed by the other five boys. He figured he would hear a command to about-face, but he heard nothing. Officer Krane had thought about stopping them when she saw them begin to turn away, but decided to let it go for now.

Arrow slowly slid down his boxer-briefs. Five other bare butts crept bit-by-bit into officer Krane's view to join Arrow's. Trey, Felix, and Tack had cute buns, no doubt, she thought to herself. Benji's was, of course, a bit plumper than the others. Her eyes, however, took in Joel's and Arrow's fine rear-ends. Not that she'd seen lots of young teen boys' bare butts (had she ever seen any? she thought briefly) but she had the opinion these two were great specimens. Cute as the two 13-year-olds were now, she thought, she shuddered slightly with glee at what they could become. She hoped security knew what it might be in for when those two fine butts were on display for the many young girls that would be in the audience.

Officer Krane had to smile even more thinking that the audience didn't know, yet, what was happening. They would be informed-prior to the boys' appearance on stage-that the boys were being punished but would be left totally surprised as to the manner of that punishment until the moment the boys came out.

Officer Krane let slip a little giggle as she looked down at the six pairs of yellow sneakers and bright colored socks, the only clothes the boys had on for now and the only ones they would have on for awhile. What must those boys be thinking, she wondered, as they stand there wearing only their shoes.

"Let's go!" Mrs. Paisley shouted as she came into the room. Unknown to the boys, her cell phone was out and already recording their exposed butts. Officer Krane noticed the boys' manager lingered on those of Joel and Arrow.

"Please, don't..." Arrow started, trying one last time for mercy. He had turned his head toward Mrs. Paisley, but not his body.

"Get your accordions ready and come with me." she commanded Arrow and Tack. "You boys know where to go and be sure you come in right on cue." she said to the other four boys. Tack and Arrow turned toward Mrs. Paisley and officer Krane, their hands covering their privates. When they came to where their instruments lay, they reluctantly, and with their eyes closed, moved their hands away to get their accordions strapped on. Both Mrs. Paisley and officer Krane smiled broadly at the new view of these two naked boys.

Trey, Felix, Benji, and Joel took this opportunity to quickly leave still only baring their exposed butts to the two women. They found small relief that the short hallways leading to where they entered on cue were empty.

The stage was triangular in shape with the point going about a quarter of the way out into the lower seats. So, while the vast majority of those watching (including those in the balcony) would be looking face on, there would be some with a bit of a side view and even some with a back view of Arrow and Tack as they sang and played. Off the two sides of the stage several feet in front of where Arrow and Tack would be singing, two runways jutted out into the audience about 30 feet. These are where Trey and Felix would eventually be dancing after running down an aisle through the audience to their respective runways. Benji and Joel would come out later on the stage behind Arrow and Tack.

Arrow and Tack wanted so badly to position their accordions to cover up their exposed genitals. But no re-positioning would work. They had heard the audience clapping for the previous act and could hear the final comments of the judges. Mrs. Paisley left the two naked boys in the company of the stage manager while she went to get her well placed seat.

The two boys heard their names announced but had to be given a shove by a stage hand to go out. Nearly complete mortification covered their reddening faces as they entered to applause, applause that was quickly replaced with stunned silence. Even though the parents and certain other authorities knew what was going to happen, they weren't entirely prepared for it either as they joined the bewildered stillness of the audience. Just as suddenly as the silence happened, the audience broke loose with hoots, and hollers, catcalls and whistles. The boys had been popular and very memorable before. They were now unforgettable.

As the two humiliated brothers walked to their mikes their naked state was worsened by the flashing of so many cameras. They looked at each other for moral support and started their song. Seeing these two lads naked nearly drove the girls in the audience wild. But adding to the fun is the fact that the boys would bounce slightly at the knees in sync with the beat of the song. This, of course, made their penises bounce to the beat. Tack's penis was about average for his age with barely visible balls and no hair. Arrow, on the other hand, was well gifted. His penis was longer and bigger than most boys his age would have with a small, yet noticeable, tuft of pubic hair. His balls bounced along with the tune. Arrows face could hardly go redder but he managed it when he realized his bouncing to the beat and the vibrations of the accordion and audience were giving him a boner. How he kept singing and playing is anybody's guess. Tack developed the same problem moments later, his boner not being nearly as noticeable as Arrow's.

Trey's stomach felt queasy. Not an unusual state for him as he did get nervous anytime he performed for an audience. But this was much worse. Maybe he could feign being sick (as bad as he felt, he thought he might not have to pretend). Then he remembered officer Krane saying things could be worse. Trey heard his cue. Matching his twin brother's red face (and those of Arrow and Tack) he dashed out in perfect sync with Felix leaping onto the runway on his side of the stage. He and Felix were identical all the way. Even the way their penises flopped around matched perfectly as they danced.

The audience screamed with renewed vigor at the appearance of two more naked boys. Those in the aisle seats that Trey and Felix ran down toward their runways roared in delight turning heads their way. Both boys sported a bit longer penis than did Tack but just as thin and hairless as his. Their dance moves gave the audience a grand show.

Moments later, Benji and Joel heard their cue. Benji had to wipe a few tears from his eyes. He hesitated until he saw Joel already out on the stage. He snickered briefly as he ran out to get in place noting Joel's face glowed a brilliant red. Benji figured his own face probably shone brighter than his own red hair. His face changed quickly to humiliation as he caught up to the moves he was supposed to be doing only this time stark naked. Benji's penis was the smallest of the boys causing him a bit more shame than the other boys were enduring. Yet, it still bounced around entertainingly for the audience. Joel sported a package nearly as big as Arrow's. However, his shame nearly matched Benji's as Joel had no pubic hair.

Trey and Felix had to call up vast resources to concentrate on dancing. It was of course a lot more difficult on them as their runways placed them right out in the audience exposing them the most. As embarrassed as Benji and Joel were, at least them were back behind Arrow and Tack so less visible to everyone. Dancing naked in front of all these people had to be one of the worst things they'd ever had to do, each one thought. By the end of the song, six penises were at attention to receive the audience's applause and the judges' decisions. The act usually ended with all six boys in a row, Tack and Arrow in the middle, the other boys leaning an arm on the shoulder of the boy next to them. All instinct told them to cover up their exposed genitals but a look from Mrs. Paisley said no. There they stood, naked as the day they were born, faces glowing red.

The audience would not stop clapping-nor taking pictures-so that the judges could do their job. Nobody really seemed to mind except the six boys. Security really had to work to keep people from climbing onto the stage.

Though the audience did calm down a bit it was only due to having microphones that the judges could do their part. Even so, it wasn't easy to hear them over the audience's clamor. The judges took particular pains to draw out their comments being sure to ask the boys more questions than they did with the other acts. Six naked boys really wanted to get off stage but stuttered through the questions which caused them to unwilling prolong their exposure on stage.

Most talent acts only did one song or dance or whatever. As the last judge finished her comments, someone from the audience shouted "Encore!" This spread until the demand for an encore was unanimous.

"Well, this is unusual, but if the boys have something and the judges don't mind..." the emcee started looking over at the judges who indicated they didn't mind, "...then why not?"

While the audience cheered, the boys look of dismay increased. They shook their heads no but Mrs. Paisley assured the judges they had other songs. Six humiliated and very naked boys performed two more songs. Where they were getting the stamina to overcome their utter distress at performing naked is beyond comprehension. When they could finally leave, they turned tail and ran off stage. Six retreating bare butts elicited further comments and whistles.

The boys felt some relief upon reaching the safety of the dressing room (they might've found the name "dressing room" ironic if they knew what 'ironic' meant.) However, their clothes were not there. Mrs. Paisley entered the room with office Krane and six pairs of hands quickly moved to cover up. Arrow had a bit of trouble with this as he was the only one still sporting a boner. The four younger boys managed to position themselves behind Joel and Arrow the two older boys noticed with some envy.

"Where are our clothes?" Arrow asked, his face still blazing red and his voice a bit hoarse.

Mrs. Paisley stood there for a moment watching the faces of the six boys. Then she spoke.

"Don't worry about your clothes, boys", she started, "you won't need them for a few days."

She had to hold up her hand and use one of her sterner looks to quiet the protests and questions thrown at her.

"That's enough! You will not interrupt me again." She paused to read their faces. They seemed to have received the message.

"You're going to continue being the test subjects for the community so they can assess the results. So, you will stay naked at all times, except that you will wear your shoes and socks for any performances. Speaking of such", she digressed, "get those shoes and socks off. You are to be completely naked when not on stage."

Not that having their shoes and socks on had done much to lessen their embarrassment, it added to their humiliation as they removed them while Mrs. Paisley continued.

"An additional punishment will be administered just before you go on stage tomorrow."

"Additional punishment?!"

"Tomorrow?!"

The boys' protests and questions were quickly squelched by Mrs. Paisley's look.

"That's right", she said, "I forgot to tell you. You made the semi-finals so you'll be on the stage naked again tomorrow. Congratulations." She said this last part with a wide grin. It is only fair to note the grin was in part due to being proud of the boys' performance. "Now, follow me to your room. You're going to need a good night sleep to be ready for tomorrow.

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