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"New Babysitter," part XL, by Gerste

"Fuck or fight." Allysa's alliterative prison jargon had the effect of reminding Teddy of a third "f-word": "food." Teddy saw how they "fed" Josh through the anus, and he worried that Josh's fate might befall all four boys, in the event they "won." He therefore put the question to Alyssa: "If we win, assuming that is even likely, will you 'feed' us as you 'fed' Josh? If so, wouldn't it be better for us if we lost? Why should we try to win anymore? After seeing what you girls did to Josh, I'll never be able to see another hot dog the same way again." Alyssa responded: "Well, yes, you should try to win, if for no other reason than to avoid the escalating punishments. We will add a few caveats to the deal, to give you boys incentive to win. If you win, you will feed yourselves, in the regular manner, though the mouths. No tricks. However, if you should lose, here are the new terms: all three boys butt-fuck Josh, and Josh licks out your assholes and blows you boys. Those are the new penalties if you should lose. Got it?"

    Teddy and the other boys nodded, as girls were removing the boys' bindings.

    Alyssa: "Good! Now as to challengers...: Weighing in at 283 pounds, we have a new girl, 17 year old Giselle Liviescht, who will be challenging Teddy. Next, weighing in at 156 pounds, 16 year old Peggy Clovermaandt is to fight Kelvin. Weighing in at 119 pounds, 14 year old Kaitlyn Mouiles is to fight Kyle. And weighing in at 96 pounds, 11 year old Bella Tweurquiole is to fight Josh."

    Teddy looked at his gigantic opponent in awe. She was even bigger than Margarette, stood about an inch or two taller than the latter, and looked like she had an implacable meanstreak.

    Teddy: "She's bigger than even Margarette. I thought the challengers were supposed to be getting smaller."

    Alyssa: "She just arrived within the hour. She barely even got a chance to unpack, to eat or even to molest you boys. So she trumps any other contestants, being that she is now our largest against your largest."

    Teddy braved a question to his new elephantine challenger: "Giselle, what are you in for, if you don't mind my asking?"

    Giselle: "I killed my fucking ex because he didn't buy me a fucking valentine."

    Teddy: "But it isn't even Valentine's Day."

    Giselle: "Oh, well, I feel better then."

    Teddy, in irony: "Well, it's good that you are able to get over it..."

    Teddy tried to whisper in Alyssa's ear: "Are you sure it is safe to fight her?"

    Alyssa: "Sure, we girls will be fine."

    Teddy: "I'm not worried about you girls. YOU girls don't have to fight."

    Alyssa: "Well, it looks like she'll be fine, too."

    Teddy: "It's ME I'm worried about."

    Alyssa: "You? Always thinking of yourself, aren't you? I hope she kicks your ass."

    Giselle, who was African American, said to Alyssa: "If it's all the same to you, Alyssa, I want to fight Kelvin instead of Teddy. I was told about what Kelvin said about black men having big dicks." Giselle then turned to Kelvin and said, "Didn't you know the jail was wired for sound, you god damn moron? Fucking racist pig! I'm going to reem you an new asshole, ASShole!"

    Alyssa: "Sure, Giselle. We don't condone racism here. Kick his motherfucking ass! Teddy and Kelvin, you will trade challengers."

    Kelvin: "What? I'm no racist. Why, some of my best friends..." He looked at Josh and Kyle and stopped short of continuing with his affected sentence. They looked skeptical, and worried. Looking back at Giselle, Kelvin re-directed, "Anyways, where'd you hear that fucking bullshit about me being racist, Giselle?"

    Giselle: "From you. While I was at the jail, they played back for me the tape of you getting butt-fucked by those five guys in the jail. They're showing everyone. On that tape, I could clearly hear what you said about blacks supposedly having big dicks. I have no dick, but I will still fuck you up."

    Kelvin: "No, it wasn't me."

    Giselle: "They identified your voice and told me your name. Like fucking hell it wasn't you. So you're a motherfucking liar as well as a fucking racist! Your fucking ass is mine, white boy!"

    Alyssa laughed before she broke in: "His fucking ass is ours as well, Giselle." Then she turned to the boys and said, "Now, boys, get on all fours this instant!"

  The boys fell to their hands and knees, with the incongruous exception of little Josh, who seemed braver than his years for the moment. He raised his hand, as if in class.

    Alyssa looked both surprised and angry at the boy's effrontery, but humored him for the moment: "Yes, Josh! What is it? And this had better be good!"

    Josh: "I have an intestinal condition that is affecting my food digestion, they tell me. Isn't there a danger that that grounded up food you had that girl shove up my butt...err...ass will back up into my stomach?"

    Alyssa raised an eye-brow, as she thought, "What an intelligent question coming from a nine year old!" She said: "No, Josh. We're way ahead of you, and are not trying to harm the 'community property.' You see, Josh, there is a second sphincter near the stomach-end of your intestines, just like the phincter on this end..." She stuck her finger into Josh's anal sphincter to illustrate her point, and continued, "and the food shit that girl fed into your intestines through your asshole had the consistency of oatmeal, and therefore has less pounds per sqare inch pressure than, say, water; thus minimizing surface area contact with that other sphincter. There's no chance of it backing up into your stomach. But that's a very intelligent question. Now on all fours, boy, before we do something else to your asshole!"

    Josh complied. Now that all four boys were on all fours, the challengers assumed their positions, hands, as before, on their male opponents' genitals and anuses. As soon as Alyssa gave the word to fight, Kyle, Teddy and Josh all found themselves on their backs, with nary a moment's notice. The only boy still "fighting," if one could call it that, was Kelvin. Giselle was twirling Kelvin around by the arms, then legs, then arm and leg...making him so dizzy, he felt like dry-heaving the lack of contents in his stomach. She put some very painful moves on him that he never even knew about, and took particular satisfaction in fingering his anus as much as possible, almost to the point of, but just short of, tearing his stitches. She even pinched his nipples periodically throughout the ordeal. At several points, she blew huge lungfuls of air into his intestines through his anus, just as if he were a balloon, and lifted her hand off his anus so everyone could hear him "deflate" by "passing gass." The girls squealed with laughter. She made the painful "fight" last over sixteen minutes before pinning him to the mat with her titanic frame. When the roles reversed, and the guys were "on top," it was a repeat performance of the previous fight: with Kyle, Josh and Teddy losing within seconds, and Giselle stretching out the "fight," and Kelvin's protracted misery, just like before. After roughly 17 minutes, she finally had "mercy" on him and "pinned" him. He felt exhausted, dazed, sore and woozy. Next came the "punishment" phase. Josh was made to perform oral sex on Kyle, Kelvin and Teddy. Then he was made to lick out their anuses. After that, each boy anally "raped" Josh. At first, Josh enjoyed these "punishments." But like the rest, he soon grew weary of them, as they took a toll on his exhausted body and aching limbs, and were repeated over and over ad nauseum. Of course, when supper came around, the boys had to "fast" again, as it was determined that none of the boys had won a single round against their female opponents throughout the whole afternoon. (This was in part due to the fact that Alyssa deliberately "paired them up" with mismatched challengers, who were disproportionately heavier and older than the boys. The boys' only recourse was that of attrition and perseverance, which, ironically, was also their undoing.) The girls took pleasure in eating supper in front of the boys they were molesting at the time. Famished and exhausted, the boys were then made to resume the fights after supper, with ever decreasing vigor, throughout the evening and late into the night. They were now "fighting" for the ever elusive breakfast that following Monday morning. Their penises were sore from being frequently orally copulated by Josh and from copulating the latter's anus countless times; and Josh's anus was sore from being ravaged throughout the same duration. Plus, his mouth tasted of fecal matter from "tonguing" the boys' anuses innumerable times. When Monday morning finally came around (at which point, of course, they were exempted from breakfast), a female guard entered the female juvenile hall from the outer corridor around 6:49 A.M. and called for the four boys. Teddy was first to talk to the officer. Said Teddy to her, groggily: "Please tell us we're going to the men's prison!" The officer laughed and said, "Your parents have arrived, boys. You're all going home."

End of part 40

"New Babysitter," part XLI, by Gerste

When all four boys arrived in the lobby of the female juvenile center, they found their parents waiting there to take them home. Mrs. Weisensteing was first to speak, after hugging Josh and fondling his genitals: "Josh, they tell me you made another false police report about being molested or some non-sense. It seems you haven't learned your lesson. They're charging you as a recidivist. They consider you to be the ringleader, and the other boys to be accomplices." Kelvin, who was also being molested and hugged by his parents, spoke up in Josh's defense: "It was me, Mrs. Weisensteing. I made the call to the police. But they're charging all three of us—Kyle, Josh and me, though not Teddy, as he wasn't there." This time, Mrs. Wounderad spoke (Mr. Wounderad was not present, since he didn't live with Mrs. Wounderad anymore; she was a single mother): "You made the false report? Why didn't you tell the police that, you fucking ass!" Kelvin said, "I tried, but Josh said he did it, and they did not know who to believe. Besides, it was not a false police report. We ARE being sexually abused." Mrs. Wounderad slapped Kelvin's face hard for this last remark, adding, "That's the kind of fucking false accusation that landed you in jail in the first place. And Teddy," she said, turning to him next, "have you learned your fucking lesson about swearing?"

    Teddy: "Yes, I learned my lesson: I'll never swear in front of mom again..."

    Mrs. Wounderad gave Kelvin the evil eye, and was about to say something corrective when Kyle broached another matter: "Kelvin's gay!" he importuned. This time his expression was more a declaration than a question.

    Mrs. Wounderad: "What? Say it isn't so! I won't have a god damn fag for a son."

    Kelvin began to weep uncontrollably, as the tears rolled down his chest and onto his bare boy parts. Mrs. Wounderad looked at him and said, "So it's true. Well, we'll just have to beat the fucking homosexuality out of your ass with the fucking belt, now, won't we? We'll also have to let everyone at school know you're a fucking queer as we pass around those pictures of you boys fucking each other, and shit. That'll really add to the embarrassment. My Kelvin, a fucking faggot! Who knew?"

    Teddy, seeking maternal approval: "But I'm not gay, mom."

    Mrs. Wounderad: "So much the better. You'll be even more embarrassed still when we spread those false rumors about your homosexuality along with the 'hard evidence' of the pictures."

    Teddy was crushed and angry, but felt helpless to do a thing about it. He wanted so badly to rain down a barrage of expletives that would have made the Nixon administration blush, but he didn't want to endure another one of her pestilential punishments.

    Meanwhile, Mrs. Weisensteing was talking to her son in front of Mrs. Wounderad, there still in the lobby of the female juvenile center.

    Mrs. Weisensteing: "Josh, how could you accuse people of molesting you again, when you know perfectly well that your dick, balls and ass are all community property? Can one molest their own dick? No, and we are not molesting 'your' dick—I mean, our dick...err, you know what I mean."

   Josh, patronizing her: "Yeah, I guess I understand. You're saying that my body, even my dick and balls, do not belong to me, but to everyone BUT me. Yeah, I get it. So what is the penalty THIS time? Another bunch of boys being sexually abused? Oh, I forgot. That isn't abuse, just like 'my' dick isn't mine...!"

    Mr. Weisensteing: "Don't speak to your mother that way, smart ass! The court date is set for tomorrow, Tuesday, at around 4:00 P.M. Then you will learn your punishment. Until then, let's get home."

    When Mr. Weisensteing had said that, they took leave of the Wounderads, who were themselves in the process of departing. The Weisensteings went to their family car in the parking lot and got in, then drove home. Josh sat in the back. While they were still on the way in the car, Josh said to his mother, who was sitting in the front seat, "I'm hungry and tired. I haven't ate or slept since Friday. Can I be excused from school today?" Mrs. Weisensteing answered Josh, "When we get back home, you can get some breakfast cereal, but you WILL be going to school today. We will bind your hands behind your back again once you have eaten. You will be on display for The Wholmshires Elementary School, today. There you will go to each student, apologize for hiding your dick, balls and asshole all these years, and ask them if they'd like to feel them. It's the same routine you've been doing with those other schools all last week. The Wounderad boys, Jill's brothers and male cousins, are in for a shock when they learn that they, too, have to go from school to school thoughout the district and do that, starting today."

   Josh only heard half of what she said, as he slipped out of consciousness because of of utter exhaustion. Before he knew it, he was awakened by his mother as she grabbed him out of the car and stood him on his feet in the family driveway. "We're home, Josh," she said, "Wake up, already. Go into the kitchen and get some breakfast. You're going to school, well, a school, to show off your whole body. Now get a move on." Josh languidly walked into the house and into the kitchen to get some cereal for breakfast. He had poured some cereal and some milk from a carten, when his two sisters, Alexa and Christy, came into the kitchen, just seconds apart from each other. They looked at their brother, then ordered him to stand there while they played with his genitals and backside. He obeyed, knowing the consequences of non-compliance. As they examined him, he noticed his cereal in the bowl of milk he poured becoming soggy. He felt as lethargic as a ragdoll, and about as aware; and felt as though he could not stand there much longer, as his knees weakened. He felt himself sway; or maybe it was just his head that was swirling about. His sisters made fun of his gaunt appearance, even though they saw that his boyish beauty had still shown through his ectomorphic physique. They also taunted him for being gay. The girls finally allowed Josh to sit down and eat, while they still fingered and fondled him. Eventually his mother entered and told the girls to wash Josh for school. They led him by the penis into the bathroom shower, and proceeded to clean him up superfically, as there was not much time before they had to catch the bus. They paid particular attention to his anus and genitals. Once he was "clean," they oversaw his toileting and bound his hands in back again, then told their mother he was "ready." He donned a pair of see-through sandals his mother provided and went to the entrance of the house to wait. Momentarily, his mother came downstairs and said, "I'll drive you to the Holmshires Elemetary school. Once there, I'll lead you a teacher who will supervise your tour." She opened the door and led Josh to the car by his penis, as if it were a hand. Once they were in the car, and she was driving, she said to him, "You know, Josh, I was going to spank you this morning for making that false report. But I'm not sure how much you'll be able to endure right about now." She then looked into the air through her windshield as she kept driving and said out loud, "I wonder how the Wounderad boys are taking to their new school arrangement."

MEANWHILE, BACK AT THE WOUNDERAD RESIDENCE:

   Teddy: "What! We have to go from class to class, and from student to student at school, and apologize for hiding our dicks and balls, and assholes?"

   Mrs. Wounderad: "Yes, you heard me right. And not only that, you have to do that in all of the schools within the district, a different school a day, until every student in the school district has had a look and feel. Why be so shy? Chances are, they've already seen your whole body online, from all those pictures we sent them Friday. You're just giving them a personalized refresher."

   Kelvin: "This is bullshit! I'm not doing it!"

   Kyle: "Neither am I."

   Mrs. Wounderad: "Oh yes you are. You're all court-ordered. The consequence of refusal is incarceration, besides getting the ass-whipping of your lives."

   Jill: "Yeah, and you boys are not the only ones going through this. 22 of your male cousins, ages 9-14, plus an additional five 8 year old cousins of yours, will be forced to do this as well, as part of my 'punishment' in court. Oh the things I must go through." She then laughed, then continued: "Josh's male cousins these same ages are also under these same conditions, due to 'his' punishment for false allegations. With your new charges, they are probably going to add even more boys."

   Teddy, Kelvin and Kyle realized they had no choice, as they just stood there, in their mother's living room, about to leave for school in their mother's car, while their sisters, Lizzy and Jill, molested their boy parts at their convenience.

   Mrs. Wounderad: "And another thing: there is simply too much fucking swearing coming from you boys. Kelvin, you just said "bullshit." The next swearword I hear from any of you boys, you will get the ass-whipping of a lifetime. Got it? I sent Teddy to jail with you guys because of an f-word."

   Kelvin: "Oh, that's what Teddy meant when he said he was sent to jail because of fu...ah, OK, I get it, now!"

   Teddy restrained himself somewhat as he said, "This is effing BS!"

   Mrs. Wounderad: "Effing BS? Those are abbreviations. You might as well have swore."

   Teddy: "OK, fucking bullshit!"

   Mrs. Wounderad: "What did you say?!"

   Teddy: "You said I might as well have swore, so I did."

   Mrs. Wounderad: "Don't get smart with me. You're in deep shit, mister. Did you also swear at the juvenile center, in front of all those innocent girls?"

   Teddy, stammering: "Na..no, of course not. I swear...er, I mean, promise...umm..."

   Mrs. Wounderad: "Freudian slip, I'd say. I think it's time for your first lesson of the day. JILL, GET THE PADDLE!"

   Jill entered, holding a paddle that had more holes in it than a Republican's argument. She said as she approached, "What the fuck did they do this fucking time?"

   Mrs. Wounderad: "I don't know. Just spank them."

   Jill: "Sounds good to me!"

End of part 41

"New Babysitter," part XLII, by Gerste

Mrs. Wounderad had all three boys punished because of Kelvin and Teddy's "foul language." She said to them: "From now on, when one or two of you boys is/are punished, all three of you are punished. That's 'fairness,' so that none of you are 'missing out.' In fact, we're going to make sure they also charge Teddy in court alongside you two brothers and Josh, in 'fariness' to all four of you." Having said that, she then had the boys bend at the waist, facing away from the girls, such that their anuses were totally exposed to view and their scrotums and penises conspicuously hung down between their legs in full view of the girls. Seeing this, 12 year old Lizzy, their other sister here besides Jill, felt herself become wet and "tingly" between her legs, and wanted to go into her room and masturbate. The girls noticed that the boys had each lost at least 5 pounds since Friday; but they were still far from Josh's stage of atrophy. Jill "did the honors" of spanking them, but she cut the number down to 20 wacks, because of Kyle and Kelvin's anal stitches. Mrs. Wounderad said to Jill, in humor, "Don't be so ANAL about it...give them five more on the assholes. They earned those stitches, so let them endure a bit more, without going too far." Jill then smacked their buttocks, striking the anus as it plunged into their gluteal cheeks, five more times a piece. Jill noticed that there were blotches of blood on the paddle, and silently showed her mother, who nodded her acknowledgement and told her to quickly go wash the paddle in the sink. In their zeal, they had unintentionally gone too far in punishment, beyond community expectations, and decided to keep silent about it. Mrs. Wounderad then ordered the boys to go wait for their bus by the street. Before they did so, Jill, Mrs. Wounderad and Lizzy each chose a boy and bound his hands behind his back. They then led each boy by the penis outside to wait for the bus. Jill and Lizzy also waited with them, as they had to attend school as well. This fact reminded the boys that Jill, however officious and despotic, was still just a "lowly" high school student herself, which made her condescending air that much more insufferable to the three boys, and especially to Teddy—insufferable, yet not, at the moment, insuperable. Standing there, she became their older sister again, until she there and then opened her mouth once more and said, "How was your stay, boys, at the female juvie Hilton?" She chuckled under breath. The boys didn't find any humor in her jibe, and chose to ignore it, as they stood there beside her, waiting for the bus. Teddy began to fidget, as he began to notice several itching sensations on his scrotum, indicative of the fact that several of the shaved hairs on his scrotum were already beginning to prick him as they grew. He urgently desired to scratch them somehow, as they were beginning to irritate not only his skin, but his mind. He asked Jill for permission to scratch his scrotum through his bindings. Predictably, she said, "No, that's so damn disgusting! What are you, a child molester? You want to scratch something that doesn't belong to you without another's permission?...shame on you!" As she said this, she further taunted him by fondling his genitals, being careful not to scratch them and bring relief. In fact, she gingerly ran her fingers over his genitals with the tacit intent of exacerbating the itching sensation. It seemed to worked, as Teddy became more and more seemingly agitated. Lizzy also was playing with Kelvin and Kyle's genitals, interchangeably, in much the same way one might doodle on paper. She knew she could not play with her own genitals in public, so she considered this one way to play with them by proxy, since "theirs" were "hers," as it were. She was tireless in this compulsive/obsessive endeavor, much to the boys' evident discomfort.

    Eventually, the bus pulled up, and the three boys and two girls got on. As Kyle, Kelvin and Teddy made their way down the bus aisle, girls and boys of all ages began to fondle and examine them. Jill instructed her three brothers to go lay on their backs, pull back their knees to their outer shoulders, and allow every boy and girl to explore their (i.e., the boys') bodies at will. Her three brothers did so, and the whole bus, especially the girls, took turns, in groups of three or four, coming to where the boys were laying and examining them in painstaking detail, every inch of them. The three boys had to sit up when the kids examined their backs and upper buttocks. When each of Jill's three brothers arrived at his respective school, he found his homeroom teacher and was commissioned with the "assigment" of going from class to class, and from student to student, in order to apologize for keeping his penise, scrotum and anus out of public view for so long. This was to be followed by an invitation by each of the three boys for each student to molest and explore them for themselves. As Jill's three brothers were doing this, they would occasionally come across their male cousins, or those of Josh, doing the same thing, looking very forlorn and disgruntled. Kyle heard one of Josh's cousins say, in passing, "I want to kick little Josh's ass. He's the reason we have to do this. He got in trouble for lying to the law, and we fucking pay for it!" Meanwhile, Josh was at the Holmshires Elemtary school fulfilling the same task as Jill's brothers and male cousins, and those of his own, aged 9-14 (some as young as 8). Everywhere these boys went, people acted as if they had a carte blanche license to help themselves to the boys' bodies, especially as regards the latters' formerly most intimate and hidden body parts. Teddy was in torment throughout the day because his scrotum itched from all the stubble growing back, and he could not do a thing about it. Jill's brothers and Josh were on the verge of hallucination from prolonged sleep deprivation. They suffered diminished lucidity and reduced cognitive functioning, as they each struggled to articulate their verbal tasks throughout the day. Sporadic bouts of dizziness almost gave way to fainting spells for the four boys. When the boys (not just the four, but all affected) arrived home, it didn't end there. Oftentimes, sisters would invite friends over to explore these boys, treat the latters' bodies as toys, or assist in bathing the boys. Josh was painstakingly washed by his sisters in this way, since girls from school wanted to assist and molest him at home. When Josh's head had finally hit the pillow, after they stretched him out facing up and tied him to his bed, he fell asleep almost instantly. He awoke refreshed after sleeping about 10 hours from 8:14 PM to 6:36 A.M. (not noticing the girls poking his anus and prodding his genitals for a few hours early Monday evening). Because of this, he recovered much of his stamina and mental wherewithal, even though he still had some sleep to catch up on. His mother, Mrs. Weisensteing, had awakened him and led him to the bathroom for toileting. Tuesday's school events for the aforementioned boys were a repeat of Monday's, with the exception that each boy had to go to a different school from the previous one the day before in order to carry out his assigned task (which was to continue until he had gone to every school in the district, so that every student there could molest them...this included colleges). At 4:00 P.M. that Tuesday, the four boys—Josh, Kyle, Kelvin and Teddy—showed up with their mothers for their scheduled court date. Josh recognized many boys from school in the court room. He had a "premonition" about where this was going, after noticing that Jill was there as well.

End of part 42

"New Babysitter," part XLIII, by Gerste

Seeing many boys from school in the court room, and quite a few he didn't recognize from other schools, Josh asked his mother, "Why are all these boys here? And why is Jill here as well?" Mrs. Weisensteing responded: "Those boys are also in trouble, Josh, and Jill is here to ensure their punishment."

Josh: "Oh, OK, so they DID do something wrong, then? Well, at least they're not being punished for our sakes, because that would be so wrong."

    Teddy: "I'm being 'punished' for something I didn't do. This is guilt by association."

    Kelvin: "We all—all four of us—are being punished for something we didn't do. What are you talking about?"

    Mrs. Wounderad: "Quiet, all of you. This is a respectful assembly."

    Josh, under his breath: "If it's so damn respecftul, why are we four boys naked?"

    Mrs. Weisensteing slapped Josh upside the head and told him to be quiet. Mrs. Weisensteing and Mrs. Wounderad then had all four boys—Kyle, Kelvin, Teddy, and Josh—stand up from their seats so that the whole court could see their genitalia at a glance. Quite often, some man or woman would approach the boys and publicly fondle the latters' genitals and anuses in full view of the entire court, as the court assembly awaited the judge's arrival.

    Just under 14 minutes passed from the time Mrs. Weisensteing and Mrs. Wounderad and their sons had arrived to court, when the judge, Mrs. Jazikowsky, finally entered and took her seat at her bench. It was the same judge who had adjudicated in Josh's, and then again in Jill's, case the week before. The words rang out, "All rise for the honorable Judge Jazikowsky." The court rose to their feet, except for the four boys in question, since they were already standing. After the assembly sat back down, except for the fours boys concerned, Judge Jazikowsky summoned all four of the boys to the front.

    The four naked boys came before the Judge's podium. Judge Jazikowsky said, "Pleasure is my first order of business." After saying that, she descended her podium and walked up to the four boys. Then she gave them each a thorough "bodily examination." She explored every inch of their very public bodies, especially what lay between their legs and buttocks. After satisfying her prurient curiosity, some 20 minutes later, she then ascended her judge's seat and addressed the boys verbally again: "You four boys stand accused of one count each of making a false police report, and 53 counts each of slander." The boys' jaws dropped in shock. Where did the slander charges come from?

    Judge Jazikowsky continued, as if to answer their unasked question: "The slander charges stem from the fact that you boys have alleged that the girls at your house last Friday, which numbered about 45, plus Jill's five friends then present, were molesting you boys last Friday night. [Josh was glad she didn't include the hundreds of students, girls, boys, men and women who molested him on an ongoing basis, throughout the last week.] That number comes to about 53. How dare you accuse sweet, innocent girls of such a dastardly and despicable act! Don't you know the nursery rhyme: '...girls are made of sugar and spice, and everything nice'? This court won't stand for such unmitigated columny!"

    Josh was a little taken aback that she would cite an antiquated nursury rhyme as if she were citing a legal authority or statute. But he knew better than to contradict her. The judge continued, without asking how they pleaded, as if it was inconsequential: "Due to the serious nature of these charges, I have no choice but to sentence you to an indeterminant number of years in prison." The boys were even more aghast. Did she just say that? She then continued: "However, we have here, in our presence, an estimable character witness from which to hear: the redoubtable Jill Wounderad." Teddy, in typical form, uttered under his breath to Kelvin, "Estimable? What the fuck? Did she sleep with the judge?"

    The boys turned to see Jill approaching the bench. "We're dead," thought Josh, "The only kind of character witness she's good for is character assassination."

    Jill spoke: "Your honor, even though these boys are perverted, miscreant degenerates, I believe, in my largesse, that the community would be better served if we had them around to play with and fondle." She started toying with Kyle's penis to make her point.

    Teddy nudged Kelvin again and whispered, "Did she just say large ass?"

    Judge Jazikowsky said to Jill, "I agree. What do you propoes we do instead?"

    Jill: "I have selected here 53 attractive boys from school, between the ages of 9 and 14, to absorb the 53 count charges of these four boys. I propose, in lieu of prison, that they be under the same nudity conditions that Josh, Kyle, Teddy and Kelvin are under. I, for one, want to toy with their boy parts, and I think that it is in the best interest of everyone if we all have that opportunity as a community. After all, they're boys. What do they have to hide? It's our right, right? In addition, I would like time to find an additional 159 boys to make up the difference in the figure of 212 boys in all, since there are four boys here being charged with 53 counts, and 53 times 4 is 212. These 159 will likewise be under the same conditions as the other boys here."

    Mrs. Jazikowsky: "That sounds like a reasonable proposal. You have until next week to find the additional 159 to absorb each remaining count per boy times three. Until then..." She turned to the 53 easthetically pleasing boys in question, all with slender builds and fine features, and ordered them to the front of the court, there to disrobe in front of everyone. A few of the boys fainted straightaway, and had to be carried to the front of the court and stripped naked. A chair was brought, and they were placed on the chairs, with hands steadying them on the seat of the chairs. The latter were awakened when smelling salt was presented to their nostrils by the police who were enforcing the court proceedings. After all 53 were fully naked and standing before her, hands bound in back, as per order, the judge continued: "This is your lucky day: Josh, Kyle, Teddy and Kelvin. You could have received an indefinite prison sentence. But thanks to the benevolent intervention of Jill here, others shall take up the slack. You should be grateful to her for the bounty of her mercy." The situation for the four boys was comparable to a salesman who offers an item at an astronomically exorbitant price, only to come down on the price to a lesser, yet still outragiously unreasonable, price in order to sway the buyer that he is getting a good deal (by contrast), and so finesse a sale thereby. The life sentence that was originally threatened was so scandalous, and the alternative so much more appealing by comparison, that the four boys were ironically relieved; even as the 53 other boys here were angered and appalled. This ruse had the intended psychological effect of taking the four boys' breath away until they realized how they had been duped into believing, for the moment, that this "sentence adjustment" was more graceous than graceful; and more auspicious, than suspicious.

    The judge once more descended from her bench and thoroughly examined the naked bodies of the 53 arbitrarily "sentenced" boys. She then ordered all 57 naked boys to go around to everyone in the court assembly there and present their bodies to them for complete head-to-toe inspection. As the fog of shock gradually lifted from the original four boys' minds, they began to notice how many news cameras there were in the court room. (They could tell from the news insignias on the cameras.) All the boys were being made to pose for these cameras, and in the court room, no less, in ways that exposed every part of their bodies to what soon would be millions of viewers or, more accurately, voyeurs.

    Josh, once again disillusioned, once again spoke out: "This is fucking bullshit," he yelled at the top of his lungs, "again, these boys are innocent, and even the accused have not been proven guilty. So how is Jill's actions so merciful, or even good at all?" Luckily, Josh's outburst was drowned out by all the loud chatter throughout the court room. Kyle, Kelvin and Teddy all tried to quiet him, as they saw the futility of such protests. Said Kelvin: "Josh, shut up! Do you want us all to go to prison? I know this is wrong, but what choice do we have? We have to act grateful and go with it." Kelvin was still grappling with the relief and exhilaration of having "avoided" prison (as if that was even a serious consideration in the judge's shrewd mind).

    Josh began to blubber and sob, as if in mourning. "This is so wrong!" he said, "How can these people get away with this? You know how many enemies we've made today?" Teddy said: "53, I believe the answer is, with an additional 159 to come. But I know who MY enemy is," he said as he looked over at his sister, Jill.

End of part 43

"New Babysitter," part XLIV, by Gerste

Following the trial, Jill made good on her promise to the judge to round up 159 more boys from the school district to share in the four boys' punishment. She was assiduous in her pursuit of the ideal boys for the task; and by Friday, she had sent Judge Jazikowsky the names of 159 more boys she deemed comely enough for the conditions (for looks and body build were her primary, if not exclusive, criteria). The 159 boys she chose were ordered to appear in court that following Monday, ordered to strip in the courtroom, and ordered to be subject to the same conditions as those for Josh, Kyle, Kelvin and Teddy. Meanwhile, the latter four boys spent the balance of the week, following the trial on Tuesday, going from school to school each day in order to fulfill their assignments of allowing each student to molest them, as did each boy under their same conditions (which included Josh's male cousins and Jill's male cousins aged 9-14, Joey Anstroums [see earlier] and the 53 who shared Josh and the other three boys' sentence, and eventually the additional 159 boys mentioned here). The children at school made fun of Josh and Kelvin's homosexuality, and Kyle and Teddy's ALLEGED homosexuality, often bringing the four boys to tears. Their tormenters were able to add gasoline to the fire of the taunts by showing the four boys all the pictures they had of them engaged in sex acts with each other taken over the weekend (Kyle with Josh, Kelvin with Teddy, Teddy with Josh, etc.), in addition to Kelvin's declaration on film about how much he enjoyed sex with Josh. The kids at school also had all of the footage of all of the sex acts the four boys were engaged in from this last Friday until this last Sunday. The allegations of homosexuality, both alleged and real, became a source of profound distress for the four boys. Even Josh felt it.

   Pictures of all the boys under the nudity rules were plastered all over the schools and city signs (on each block) and were on every student's computer. Every detail about their surface anatomy, from their penises to their anuses, and from their heads to their toes, was there before every district student to see at will. When a boy under the nudity conditions was assigned a school, the teachers made sure that the students had their photos of the boy handy for purposes of reference and tormenting. Nothing about the latter boys' outer bodies was secret anymore. Their penises, testacles, and anuses were the subject of continuous scrutiny and tactile probing, from the time they were awakened by their mother or siblings, who oversaw their grooming, to their nightly baths at the hands of family members, usually sisters. Because of the proliferation and widespread dissemination of their pictures, everyone in the district saw these boys' entire bodies, with the possible only exception of the comatose and braindead.

   All that week following the trial and the eventful weekend at the female juvenile center, Josh did not seem to gain much weight, and Kyle, Jill's brother, seemed to have lost some. The doctor had determined that Kyle had been strickened with the same malady that had afflicted Josh: that is to say, Kyle's colon had lost most of its good bacteria to Jill's overly thorough enema techniques that previous Friday. Whereas Kelvin's weight had apparently stabalized; he didn't seem to have gained the weight he lost over the weekend. He leveled out at about 73 pounds. Teddy did not undergo Jill's enema "treatment" and was back up to 99 pounds (but not his normal 105/6 lbs). Only Josh and Kyle seemed to have been profoundly affacted. Kyle was down to 47 pounds, and was beginning to receive cutting remarks about his meager physique, the same as Josh. Also, both Kyle and Kelvin had their stitches removed on Thursday of the same week they received them. They were fast healers, and their anal fissures were not as bad as the prison doctor had let on.

   The Friday following Josh's Tuesday trial saw the inception of yet another day of babysitting with Jill for our poor hero Josh Weisensteing. It was after school on the Friday afternoon and Josh had just been informed that Jill was on her way to babysit him for the weekend, like the two Fridays before. She was on her way with her three brothers, whom she was also to babysit. And there was another surprise: she was bringing Joey Anstroums, the 12 year old boy whom she kidnapped the previous Friday, with her as well. This would be the third Friday in a row Josh would have to suffer under the auspices of Jill's tutelage. Needless to say, he was none too happy.

   Around 5:01 P.M., Jill arrived with her three brothers and Joey, as Weisensteing greeted her and excused herself in order to go to the meeting for which she was running late. Once she was gone, Josh was left there with Jill, her four other charges, and Josh's sisters, Alexa and Christy, who took time away from their normally ongoing molestation of Josh in order to molest their four male guests. The four boys didn't even react, since hundreds of female, and many male, hands had felt their not-so-private "privates" all that week, since last Friday; and thousands, even millions, more had seen them. "You're learning," said Alexa to them. Little Joey Anstroums, who was the epitome of pulchritude, was especially popular with the probing fingers, and the two sisters gravitated towards him immediately; and after him, to the others. As per usual, all five boys present had their hands bound in back.

   Jill called for reinforcements again, and told Alexa and Christy to call their friend to come over. Immediately, the two sisters were on their cellphone with their girlfriends, asking if they wanted to come over. Josh could hear the news reporter on the television in the adjacent living room say that two twin 11 year old boys were missing in the county, and that an Amber alert had been issued so that city reidents could be on the lookout for them. Their names, said the TV reporter, were Mason and Jesse Eniarwers. Josh looked up at Jill and asked, "Did you kidnap those boys on the TV?" His words lacked for rhetoric or hyperbole. They were, in all points touching the matter, quite direct. Jill looked back at him and said, facetiously, "Now Josh, would I do something like that?" She then winked at him. Josh, with a dead pan expression, looked at Joey, then back at Jill, refusing to humor her, and said, "I wasn't joking." Jill's expression also became solemn as she then said, "Neither was I. Your answer is my answer."

End of part 44

"New Babysitter," part XLV, by Gerste

"Yes," said Joey, vociferously and empahtically. Jill looked at Joey and said, "Yes what? What the fuck are you talking about, fuckboy?"

    Joey, enunciating his words: "You said that his answer was YOUR answer, meaning that his answer to your question, 'WOULD you kidnap,' is the same as YOUR answer to his question, 'DID you?' So then, since you DID, in fact, kidnap me last week, you WOULD kidnap. So the answer to his question, 'DID you do so,' is obviously, 'Yes, you did kidnap them.' So you kidnapped those two boys on the TV, didn't you?"

    Impressed by Joey's answer, Jill said, "That's the dumbest shit I've ever heard. First of all, I did not kidnap you. You are a boy; and as such, do not have the same rights to your body as we females have to your body. Your body belongs to us, especially your dick and ballsack. And second of all, since I did not kidnap you, I did not kidnap them. Do you see those two boys here? No! There's your answer."

    Joey and Josh sensed that they had better drop the matter, or face further punishment.

    Jill continued: "I understand you two dicks, Kelvin and Kyle,..." she felt their penises, one in each of her two hands, as she said this, "...have had your stitches removed?"

    Kelvin and Kyle nodded.

    Jill: "Good. That means you're fuckable, again. In celebration of this auspicious occasion, everyone here with a dick will fuck your asses to entertain us girls until the others arrive. We can start as soon as the girls get their fingers out of your asses."

    Alexa and Christy quickly withdrew their fingers from the anuses of the particular boys they happened to be fingering—Kyle and Josh—at the moment she said this. The two sisters looked at her with a rueful expression, looking as if they had just been caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Jill had to re-assure them: "Don't fret, girls. My remark was not intended to be disparaging. You have every right to finger their assholes, just as surely as if you were fingering your own anuses, since they are your own as well." Josh noticed that she used the respectful, formal nomenclature, "anuses," when referring to the girl's sphincters, and the demeaning, degrading term "assholes" when referring to the boys' sphincters. She continued: "In fact, you should have more right to do so at this particular instance, since you cannot publicly do that with the anus on your body. I only meant that perhaps you girls might want to hold off on that while Kyle and Kelvin are getting fucked."

    The two girls then re-inserted their phalangeal digits into the boys as Alexa, the elder of the two, said, "We'll just play with the dick and asshole of the boy who is not fucking those two at a given moment."

    Jill: "Of course, girls. That's only to be expected. Now, let's have Teddy and, sayyy, Josh here start us off with the fucking. Josh, you do Kelvin, as I hear you have quite a thing for him," she patted Josh's contracted scrotum as she said this, "and Teddy, you do Kyle. And just in case you guys need a reminder, failure to comply will send you to prison almost immediately. Now get to it, boys. Oh, and I almost forgot..." Jill then produced a bottle of Viagra and said, "take these, boys. I imagine that Kelvin and Josh won't need them." The girls giggled at this last bon mot. She continued: "Just the same, we'll give all five boys Viagra."

She then gave Josh the pill and a glass of water. After he had obediently quaffed down the draught, the other four boys followed his example as she gave them their Viagra, each in their turn. They instinctly knew that failure to produce an erection could be viewed as transgression of the rules. Using their hands, the girls then stimulated them to erection. The girls were a little surprised at how easily Josh's emaciated body could achieve an erection so quickly. Then the girls stepped back to watch the boys anally copulate, as these girls fingered Joey's anus and genitals. First, Teddy and Kyle anally copulated each other, while Josh and Kelvin "partnered up" to do the same; then Teddy and Josh did the same, while Kyle and Kelvin did so; finally, Kyle and Josh were paired up, while Teddy and Kelvin were as well, for the same acts of copulation. The girls enjoyed fingering and fondling Joey while all this was going on, meanwhile greedily watching the show. Then Joey was finally made to anally copulate each boy, as each boy anally copulated him. During this, Joey's turn, the girls watched in amusement while they molested two other boys in the group (and Jill, a third boy). This went on for about a half hour (28 minutes) before the first group of girls arrived in a carpool van. There were about 14 girls who were dropped off, 5 of them from the week before. Shortly thereafter, a second car load of girls arrived, and then a third; until finally, the house occupied 43 girls, ages 8 through 18, 17 of whom were "returns" from the previous week. As each girl filed in, they found a boy to molest, or waited their turns to do so. Whenl each girl had a turn at each boy, they then started over again and again.

    Jill then announced: "Who wants hot dogs?" Most of the girls chimed, as in a chorus: "Me...Me...Me..." With the single exception of Joey, who had not been to the female juvenile center, the boys unanimously said, "NO!!!" looking a bit retrospective about it. Kelvin, however, said a resounding "Yes!" The four boys looked at him. Looking back at them, and then at Jill, he then said to her, "I mean, 'NO!.'" His expression reminded one of a peace rally hippy who mistakenly showed up in a jingoistic veterans' conference. Joey, for his part, simply looked confused. The room full of girls broke out in laughter, one of the girls saying, "I think the boys are suffering from post traumatic stress disorder—prison style." Another said, "Hey Josh, shoot any hot dog missiles out your ass lately?" Josh looked humiliated. Another said, "Josh, you sure as hell don't look like you 'consumed' a bunch of hot dogs, you fucking skeleton boy! My four year old sister weighs more than YOU do." Jill decided to quell the clamor with an emendation: "Well, good news, Josh. I was just joking about having hot dogs. So there will be no hot dogs shoved in your ass today, or anyone's ass, for that matter. We're ordering out for chicken." Looking around, she then said, "HHHmmm, Joey?"

End of part 45

(The End)