An 'X'mas Carol Part Two, Chapter 12
By Jaech Reiter
jaech_reiter@yahoo.co.uk

Copyright 2011 by Jaech Reiter, all rights reserved

A Christmas and New Year's Eve Story Challenge Entry

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Part Two, Chapter 12

Michael led Ben into the small, lit booth, and closed the curtain behind them, checking to make sure no one had noticed.

"OK, uh, so we just, um..." Michael started, but then found he couldn't finish his statement. He blushed severely, hesitated and then instead just began undoing his belt and jeans, fumbling a bit as he did so. He paused just after getting his zipper down. His obvious interest was impossible to deny from the dick pushing against the front of his briefs. But he had another serious worry. "If they found out I made you do this, I'm going to get into so much shit."

Ben looked at the younger 12, almost-13, year-old boy, albeit a boy that seemed older now, since Ben no longer 'measured-up' to his own 13, almost-14, years. He gave Michael a solemn look, as best he could, and swore, to his very core, "I promise you, that no matter what you say or do to me while I'm in NUDEP, I will never tell anyone, even after I'm out of this and even if it gets me into more trouble. I swear it, OK?"

Michael nodded. He believed the boy, though he was still very nervous, considering the momentous event about to occur.

"So we're cool?" Ben asked (to be honest, uncertain of himself – at least in what he was doing, not in the promise he made).

"Yeah," came the hoarse reply.

Ben put his hands on the boy's waist and dipped them below the band of briefs and jeans in back to where he could feel the smooth upper prominences of Michael's rumps below his warm fingers. He raised his eyebrows in question and got a nod of assent from Michael, and then proceeded to pull both briefs and pants downward as he ran his hands unintentionally down the smooth, virginal flesh of the boy's ass. Ben had to suppress a shudder as he did so, realizing for the first time he had his hands on another boy's butt. Skin to skin.

He dropped to his knees when he saw Michael's already-erect thickness pop out of the descending briefs and pants, and stopped the downward motion of his hands when he got mid thigh. There, right before him, was another boy's hard dick. Waiting for him. He had never been this close.

Michael wasn't as big as his fellow 7th grader, Kyle Carton, even though Michael turned 13 in March and Kyle didn't turn 13 until July, but it was a nice size at 12. The boy had 3 ½ inches, an inch longer than Ben, though what a HUGE difference one inch made, as Ben couldn't help but notice. Plus Michael had a nice thickness about him, not so much that it looked abnormal, but enough that it made his dick actually look longer and more adolescent, despite the fact he had only the barest scruff of fine hairs curling at the base. His balls would hang nicely, except they were pulling up into a nice pouch that looked like it should already be getting fuzzy, except it was as largely bare as his pubis.

The whole front of the boy looked strong, though, as he had well defined abdominals and a smooth muscular descent, as the 'V' of his lower stomach descended to the projections that claimed him as all boy, and not just 'all boy', but virile boy as well. Yet all of this musculature was on the subtle side more than the glaringly obvious side.

His erection stood straight and proud, without any curve along its length. And something else was different as well.

"I'm not circumcised," came a throaty explanation from Michael, worried that maybe Ben would think there was something wrong with him, "Like Kyle."

"I know, I saw yesterday. I spent a lot of time with Kyle at my brother's school. So I know all about uncircumcised dicks."

Unlike Kyle, though, whose dickhead protruded halfway out of his loosened foreskin when erect, Michael's always had the same appearance, soft or erect, in that the foreskin covered all of his head except the very tip, looking more like a true hose, and without the pinched tip that some uncircumcised boys had.

"I'm clean underneath," the boy hurriedly, not wanting to jeopardize what he still could not believe was about to happen.

Ben nodded. He believed the boy. That wasn't what was stopping him. It was just gargantuan. Not the dick. The action he was about to take. But in the end he decided that it was a bit like jumping in the pool. Jump in, get over the first shock, and then start playing.

Except this play wasn't going to be as fun.

"Can you shoot?"

"Yeah. Lots more than I used to, even just a couple months ago."

Great.

"Will you tell me before you shoot?"

"Yeah. Sure, Ben." At this point Michael would agree to anything, so anxious he was to get the feel of a mouth going down on him. And he gasped with surprise as Ben moved forward and took the dick experimentally into his mouth.

Ben felt the fullness within his oral cavity, the slight rubbery feel and almost comforting reminder of the thumbsucking he had down as a child, the bland, almost tasteless sensation of dick, the roundness, the presence on his tongue. He instinctively held back his teeth, although he wasn't very sure of what he was supposed to do. Do you blow? Do you suck? What?

He moved his mouth around on it, eventually coming to an up and down motion, guided by the moans of the boy above. Then he thought about where his dick was most sensitive and the fact that his tongue was otherwise just sitting there unused, and he began massaging the bottom length of the dick as he went up and down. And since 'sucking' made a bit more sense than 'blowing', at least in the physical sense of things, he began to apply a light suction.

Michael was clearly liking it very much.

Ben pulled off and looked at the wet, still straining.

"Please, don't stop..." It was almost funny to hear the boy beg, and Ben almost smiled despite himself and the grotesqueness of the situation.

"I'm not."

Actually, it was about to get a whole bunch more grotesque. At this point, Ben still had not touched the dick with his hands. In some ways that seemed like it would get even more imprinted on his tactile memories than using his mouth – after all, every time he jerked off after this he would have his dick in his hand and that could remind him of this moment, triggering memories of wrapping his hand around the warm, hard dick of Michael Dorritt. But when would he ever have his mouth on another dick??

Absolutely never.

Well, except for the other two blowjobs he had promised Michael.

But then, after that, absolutely never.

The other problem was that he had so far been sucking over the still covering foreskin. And part of doing this action was that he was supposed to be doing it right. (However, that is. a blowjob was supposed to be done right, because Ben sure didn't know.) But Ben knew enough to know that the really sensitive parts were right around the boy's helmet; and he was not only going to have to put his hand on that dick, but also peel down the foreskin and wrap his tongue around the boy's exposed dickhead.

And that's just what he did. And Michael went crazy.

"OHHhh FFffuucKK!! GGnnhhaahh ......mnnggagg....nnnngghh... ...sshhshhh...shshyaaooohh.... that... .feels... nnggaauhhhh... fffff...sso...goooodd!!!"

If the first experience inside the warm cavity, feeling the pressure of another boy's lips and the light suction as he traveled up and down several inches of his pole was blowing Michael away, the feeling of the hot, wet tongue taking in his naked dickhead and running down the extrasensitive underside was truly blowing Michael's mind. It got even better as Ben started plunging deeper and deeper on each downward pass. It wasn't long like this that Michael was soon barking out, trying but failing to keep it quiet, that he was cumming.

Ben pulled away, and the boy's dick lurched forward just as he did, the shot catching Ben partly in his mouth so that a full third of the copious first load went into his mouth and the rest streaked from his lips to across his left cheek and began running down. Because of that Ben closed his mouth (resulting in him inadvertently swallowing the small amount there) and actually ducked forward (resulting in the next, equally large load, shooting over his shoulder and landing low on his back, dripping and running down to his naked ass). Feeling the strange sensation of the warm fluid trickling down to his buttocks, Ben started to move away from the still ejaculating boy, catching loads 3, 4, and 5 on his chest, with load 4 hitting him right on the left nipple.

"Wow. You shoot a whole lot." Ben felt stupid saying it, seeing how he had just had his mouth on that dick, but he would have been impressed even before he lost his own abilities. It just seemed like a lot for a 7th grader.

"Sorry," Michael said, after he came back down to earth somewhat, though still breathing heavy. "I forgot to tell you I haven't jerked off in three days."

"Three days? I don't think I could go three days," Ben said, although after a day like today, he almost wished he wouldn't have to jerk off for another three days.

"Yeah, well, I was too tired the night before Jacob got sentenced, and then after he did, and after seeing him naked and all, it just felt a little weird to do it. I mean, since I would still be seeing him naked. You know?"

Ben nodded. It did make some sense. Except if that was weird, then surely getting a blowjob should constitute 'weirder'. Apparently not, as Michael went on:

"But THAT, what you did, that was...WOW, ... I mean... WOW!" Michael smiled at first, still with his pants and underwear to mid-thigh, though now leaning back on one of the tables behind him, his dick drifting downward in a step-wise regression to a plump normal, the foreskin only now slowly creeping back up.

Ben didn't know what to say, but began looking for a piece of cloth to wipe off the cum on him.

"Ben," a much more subdued and thoughtful Michael said, "Thanks. I know you didn't have to do that. I guess maybe I get why. But thanks."

"Sure,...um...your welcome. I guess. Thanks for, uh, letting me... you know, show you I meant everything I said."

Michael nodded and then spotted a rag near to him and gathered it up and stood, still without pulling his pants back up. Part of him still wanted another go, but he couldn't bring himself to ask. Instead he offered to help. "Here, I'll wipe my stuff off you."

Michael used the rag to get his cum off, and Ben let him, though the embarrassed boy couldn't help but notice that Michael's dick was bobbing back up slowly. When the 7th grade boy got to the cum moving down those creamy white unblemished cheeks, his dick sprang rather much more quickly to full-on hard, though the boy took his time, as if he noticed neither the very erect new state of his being or the increasingly embarrassed one of Ben.

Even more surprising was when he was done and had tossed the cummy rag aside, Michael ran an appreciative hand over the soft, smooth and luxurious bulged asscheek nearest him.

"Is it OK if I touch you, too?" Michael asked suddenly alarmed, realizing what he had just done could get him into a serious amount of trouble.

Ben wanted to say 'no' or maybe 'are you fucking crazy?', but neither of those seemed the smartest answer, so he took as unnoticed a deep breath as he dared and said, "I told you, Michael. I will never tell anyone anything you do or say. I won't break that promise. It's like the first thing holding me to knowing I have a new life. I just needed somebody to believe I'm different... I mean, you know, I've changed."

"I believe you. Kinda feel like I have to now.... Um... any way... uh... you can do that again?"

Both boys were looking down at Michael's re-hardened dick, a pearl of excitement already coming up to form at the blind eye.

"Yeah. I can do it two more times. If you ask them to spank me as hard as they can."

"You really want to be spanked like that?"

"NO.... I mean, no sir. It makes me almost pass out if I think about it. I don't think I've ever been more afraid of anything in my life than being spanked by one of those professional spankers they got."

"Then why not offer me three blowjobs to ask for the lightest spanking."

"No, sir. For one, you might get in trouble. I wouldn't say anything, but you never know, and I don't want you getting in trouble."

"You don't?"

"No, sir. Why would I? You've never done anything mean at all to me. But I guess I've done lots to you."

"Well, I don't know about 'lots'," Michael mumbled as he pulled his pants and underwear back up. "Maybe 'a lot'."

"Anyway, the second reason is you would always be wondering inside if I did it to trick you. And right now, you're the only one who does believe in me. So, I guess, just to be sure, then it is now three blowjobs. But only if you ask them to be hard. Just so you know I really meant everything I said to you, that I wasn't just doing it to get away with something."

Michael's eyes showed some surprise at the increase in the number of blowjobs, but there was still something else he wanted to know. "Hey Ben, when I shot my stuff at first, did some of my sperm go in your mouth?"

Ben grimaced. He didn't want to answer this, but part of his punishment was the requirement to answer every question fully, completely, and truthfully.

"Yes, sir. Some of your cum went into my mouth, and I swallowed it."

Sweet. Michael couldn't help but smile softly at this. But that faded as he nervously asked his follow-up question.

"So, next time, after you're ... um, spanked... can you swallow all of it those three times?"

Ben sighed inside.

"Michael, sir, are you going to ever tell anybody about this?"

"No, Ben, I swear. I won't. And you won't either, right?"

"Trust me, that's a promise I really don't want to break. But to answer your question... yes, sir. The next three times you can just stay inside, don't pull out, and shoot all your sperm in my mouth. I'll swallow it all."

He could barely suppress the massive shiver that went all the way through him. But Michael didn't notice that. He was smiling too broadly.

"Awesome. Come on, we're already late. Let's go before we're way too late."

Michael ran to the Fisher Industries booth, practically dragging Ben behind them. They got there just in time to see Kyle Carton hobbling bow-legged off the stage, tears streaming down his face, sobs gulping up from his throat, his ass a flaming red and a satisfied showman and executioner (or, professional spanker) still up on the stage watching him limp off. One thing that wasn't limp, though, was his 4 inch dick, which if anything looked even harder and longer tonight than it had yesterday.

Poor Kyle had gone from the torture of being required to beat off all day long yesterday to not being allowed to touch it today. The order was by special exemption of Judge Krum, who really did not seem to have the best grasp of the NUDEP laws. The fact that he was still being given the erectile medicine, in the form of an energy drink only made things worse; and today he was also given another 'vitamin' --- one which considerably amped up sperm and semen production. The full effects of that would hit tomorrow; but the dripping super-erect dick was testimony that he was already feeling the agony.

His hands, in fact, sought out the needed relief of their own accord, at least until his little 9 year old sister, Jessica, shouted out, "Hand's Up!!"; and Kyle was soon bound with wrists-to-neck collar immobilization, barely living through the torment of not knowing which one was supposed to distract the other: the harrowing pain of fire and cracking in his ass, or urging of unsatisfiable aches and needs in his nuts and dick. He was utterly pitiful to look upon.

"Well, here's our missing Offender!" The showman, or MC, said from the stage as he saw Michael bring Ben forward. The man raised some serious applause. There were a lot of people out there in the crowd, and they sure were applauding and anticipating another serious whooping.....er, that is, 'demonstration' of the paddle. "I'm sure his minder has a good excuse?"

"Yes, sir," Michael answered quickly, sweat beads starting to break out over his forehead. "Sorry, but I----"

"No, no. It's all right. We've heard the kids at the fair have been well-entertained by little boy Scruggs here. Well, times-a-wasting and these good folks have other attractions they want to see at the fair. Bring our little offender up on stage and let's have our last demonstration. You missed the first five."

Five? There were three other naked kids out there besides him and Kyle? This punishment system was spreading like wildfire.

"Now," the MC began again, whipping the crowd back up once the two boys were on stage. "I bet our Minder here would like an extra special demonstration of the more special uses of the X-40, since we no longer have the second tandem showing we had also planned."

Tandem? So one of the demonstrations had two kids? Just how many naked kids were out there?

The MC winked at Michael and pushed him forward. The boy knew what he was supposed to do. As the Minder, he had the power to ask for leniency or extra punishment, and the spanks had to be administered as he requested, since this was a demonstration. But Michael already knew he was expected to only give one answer: no leniency, plus an appeal for added spanks based on poor behaviour. The great thing about that was, just for doing what he was expected to do, he would get three full blow jobs out of it. Three times to feel Ben Scruggs' wet, hot mouth go down his hard pipe and drink up the eruptions sure to follow.

"Here's the mike, son, let us all know what this little Offender surely needs across his naughty backside."

Michael nodded and took the mike. The crowd cheered briefly and then grew quiet for him to speak. Ben shivered in the fear of what was to come. "I happen to know Ben Scruggs volunteered for his Nudie Juvie time."

Huh?

This wasn't starting out the way either the MC or Ben had thought it would. And plenty in the crowd had other ideas, including Andy Hawkins, in the front row with his little brother, Corey. The Hawkins boys were a rough and tumble sort that 7th grader Michael Dorritt avoided in his own neighborhood, even though they weren't specifically troublemakers or bullies. They didn't really mix with Jacob Marley or Ben Scruggs, even though Andy was in the eighth grade with the two at Palm Drive Middle School, so Andy had no problem calling out a foul:

"Aww, he was just doing it to get brownie points. He knew it was coming to him!"

The murmuring crowd seemed to agree. But Michael went on:

"No, there's no proof he was about to get in trouble. I believe he did it because he was really trying to make a change for the better. And his principal Minder, my next door neighbor, Sam Marley, said that the only reason Ben was bumped up from a Level Zero to a Level One A, was because he put up a fuss trying to protect his little brother."

Michael was winning over a few people, based on the expressions. Ben just couldn't believe the boy was doing this for him. But there were plenty of others who had their own disbeliefs.

"He put up a fuss that it wasn't his little brother getting his own butt whupped, more like it," sixth grader Corey Hawkins chimed in from next to his older brother. "What did he do for you, Michael, to get you to say all this?"

Michael froze, how could Corey know? Fortunately the crowd was too busy seconding Corey Hawkins accusation to notice Michael's guilt-ridden face. But the real truth was that Ben didn't do anything to get him to say this. Just the opposite, actually. He knew that, but he still felt the guilt and fear inside. Nevertheless, he swallowed that irrational fear and composed himself and went on:

"Well, I'm his Minder at this event, and I believe otherwise. Since I have had more time with him, that makes me a better expert. And I say he is honestly trying to be a better person and has already been spanked enough given how he offered himself up for this and has mostly done pretty good."

"Mostly?" the MC questioned acridly. He didn't like the way this was going. First he lost his tandem all-boy spank, and now his finale. No, no, no, no. That wasn't going to happen.

"Yes. I'm asking for full leniency, since this was an optional spank for him, anyway."

"Yes... very well," the MC said slowly, thinking about a different line of attack. "You are correct, this was an optional spank. But he was signed up for it, correct? By his Principal Minder? That makes his Minder fully responsible for getting him here."

"Yes, but-"

"And you did agree to assume the position of Minder?"

"Yes, but-"

"And you were told to be here exactly at 7 pm, no later?"

"Yes, but-"

"The only buts I'm interested in young man, are the two bent over those spanking boards. Perhaps we'll have our all-boy tandem spank after all, a fitting punishment for a Minder that cannot take his duties seriously and strangely seeks leniency for his charge."

"There's nothing strange about being fair!" Michael retorted.

"This process is about the pain and humiliation of Offenders that cannot or will not conform to reasonable expectations of the society in which they live. They are not in a position to expect fairness while under NUDEP rules, young man."

"Maybe, but I still have to do what's right. And I'm saying be lenient."

"Fine," the MC said. "We'll lower his spanks from thirty to 15, and we'll dial down the X-40 to one lower level, and use someone not as strong or fierce as our Paddler."

There were a few boos from the audience, notably up front from the two Hawkins boys, but the MC held up his hand and quieted everyone.

"But... Mr. Dorritt, was it?"

"Michael."

"Michael." The MC repeated and smiled, almost evilly. "You will joining him at his side and receiving the same number of spanks, for your serious lack of responsibility as a Minder and for your disrespect of the rules that you agreed to follow."

"What?? No! You cant-" But the cheers from the audience drowned out any rebuttal the boy was going to make, and the MC switched off their mikes.

He leaned in and told the boy in a threatening lower voice, "You will find, young Michael, as you get older, that whoever controls the spin, controls the outcome. Your options are now down to this: I can separate the two of you and ask what you were doing that took so long, and if I get two different stories, or if your stories cannot be corroborated by evidence or witnesses, then you will be entered into the program alongside little Ben over there. If everything matches up fine, then nothing to worry."

Michael looked green around the gills, and the MC knew he had him.

"Or, you can admit to everyone here, publicly, that you failed in your responsibilities as a Minder and have disrespected the laws with which you were trusted and respectfully ask that you be spanked for it, right up on this stage. I leave it to you, but I will now switch on the mike."

Michael was blown away. Ben couldn't hear what the man had said, but Michael definitely did not look so good.

"Ladies and Gentleman," The MC continued. "I wanted to be sure we were doing the right thing, of course. Little Ben Scruggs deserves no fairness while wearing that collar, but there are laws and rules to follow, safeguards to prevent harm or chaos, and there is proper Justice that must be served. As such, young Michael here informed me that he has one more comment to make to the crowd. Michael?"

Michael held his mike up and swallowed and then was startled that the sound of that swallow got amplified throughout this area of the fairgrounds. "Um, I just..."

He cleared his throat after it broke into two pitches higher than normal. Then he had to wait for the laughter to die down.

"I just want to say... I'm sorry for ... disrespecting the rules and the NUDEP program; and I'm... I'm asking to... to be spanked next to Ben." His voice trailed off toward the end, but everyone heard it, no doubt.

"What??" This time it was Ben, but a very dangerous looking warning look by the MC made him pipe back down.

The crowd cheered, especially the two Hawkins boys up front – causing Michael to grimace in mortification – and the grinning MC directed poor Michael over to one of the two benches.

"Drop your pants and underwear and bend over the bench, Michael."

With a deep and very unsteady breath, Michael steeled himself and loosened his pants and pushed both them and his briefs down, and bent over the bench, presenting his naked ass to the cheering crowd. Ben couldn't help but look, horrified that he had maybe been the cause of this, ironically just when he was starting to prove to someone that he was a good person, or at least could be, but still he couldn't resist looking between those spread legs, held together at the base by crumpled denim and cotton, but spread enough as that space between narrowed, advancing up to the white unblemished butt to show a full sack of nuts, still appropriate for an older 12 year old boy, but definitely speaking to sperm production within.

And Ben knew there was active production there. Unlike in his own pitiable nuts.

"Since we promised that someone other than our big, strong, official Paddler will be administering these spanks, as well as to prove to parents and school staff and others out there that the X-40 is still an effective choice in behavioral remediation, even at low settings and at a lower power of delivery, let's have a volunteer from the audience administer these spanks to Michael's backside."

The boys and the girls in the crowd went wild with asking to be picked, and the MC chose a boy from the front row of the audience, mainly because he looked strong for his age and could access the stairs up to the stage with minimal movement through the crowd. Michael was wondering who got picked and looked over his shoulder to grievously note the smile on Andy Hawkins face, as the boy from his own neighborhood walked up the steps on to the stage.

"Nice ass, Dorritt," Andy said with a smirk and a sarcasm that only served to embarrass Michael further.

"While you're in that position, Michael," the MC said, "go ahead and spread those cheeks open for the crowd. I sure hope you keep yourself clean back there."

Michael sure hoped it as well, though he thought he just might die when he complied with this most humiliating request.

"Pretty clean. And pretty tight as well. We're about to solve that second problem. Robert, bring out the anal devices."