LBS3: Last Boy Standing Part 3 (multiple Fmfmgb/fmbg, extreme, cbt, spank, mast, oral, anal, humil, nc)
by Nialos Leaning

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CAUTION! This story tends toward the extreme side and may be too intense and/or graphic for some readers.

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"This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It depicts preteen and young teen children of both sexes being subjected to a new community program involving public nudity, sexual humiliation, spanking and other painful punishments. 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."

"This story is pure fantasy, written for the enjoyment of adults. Behavior depicted in this story may in real life be illegal or considered by society to be abusive, harmful, unacceptable or undesirable. The author neither advocates, condones nor personally engages in any such behavior."

"This story, as is all fiction, is fantasy and not reality. The author does recognize the difference between the two. Please do understand that some of us, including the author, enjoy such fantasy material."

"Compliments and constructive criticism are always welcome."

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LBS: Last Boy Standing Part 3
by Nialos Leaning

"Now that you're done with breakfast, up on your feet," Mr. Rogers ordered the four boys seated at the table. Slowly, reluctantly, the naked boys rose. "Hands on head, turn around, and face away from the table." Even more slowly and reluctantly the red faced boys did so, exposing their erect dicks to the many diners in the crowded hotel restaurant.

"Okay, boys, time to take your pills," Mrs. Rogers informed the blushing foursome.

"Do we have to?" whined twelve year old Tyler, a few tears escaping his eyes. He was acutely aware that the young waitress clearing the table was getting a very up close and personal view of his skinny little boy sized 1-3/8 inch long boner. A boner below which hung strawberry sized balls, above which there was not a single trace of pubic hair. "I'm already hard, I don't need those."

"I don't either," the more developed thirteen year old Freddy added his objection. His 3 inch long erection was accompanied by a sparse patch of pubic hair and balls slightly larger than Tyler's.

"Me neither," the other thirteen year old of the group, the even more developed Austin, quickly added his own objection. His face was almost scarlet from showing his 4-3/8 inch long erection complete with a small bush of hair and balls noticeably bigger than Freddy.

"Nor me," the still very much prepubescent eleven year old Charlie followed the lead of the older three boys. The still hairless little boy sported a 1-1/2 inch long erect dick. His tiny balls were small enough to usually be obscured by his penis when it wasn't hard. Unfortunately for him, like the other three naked boys, since his court appearance the previous afternoon his dick had been hard more often than not. An effect greatly assisted by the pills they had to take twice daily.

"Yes, you do have to take your pills," responded Mrs. Rogers, "it's a court rule, and you will follow it."

"What about Megan?" asked Tyler, pointing to his naked thirteen year old sister, "she's a Nudie Juvie also."

"They have different pills for girls," Mrs. Rogers responded to her son. "We'll get those when she has her physical today."

"Speaking of that," said Mr. Rogers, "we need to get over to the theater soon to prepare for the show."

"Please dad," begged Tyler, "do we have to, can't you talk to Judy or something?"

"Yes, we do have to," answered Mr. Rogers, "and no, we won't try to talk the judge out of it, even if Judy is a family friend. It's much too late for that."

"After all," said Mrs. Rogers, "it was our idea in the first place. And who better to star in daddy's first show than his son?"

"I'm not a star!" countered Tyler. "If you want a fucking star, get some fucking kid from Hollywood."

"Watch your attitude, young man," responded Mr. Rogers. "You're in enough trouble as it is."

"And watch that mouth of yours," Mrs. Rogers added her own warning.

"But I do have some good news," Mr. Kershaw attempted to diffuse the situation.

"What's that, dad?" Freddy asked, doubting that it really was good news.

"Yeah, daddy, what?" Charlie echoed his big brother, barely able to keep his fear form his voice.

"As your attorney," replied Mr. Kershaw, "I've gotten permission for you to skip your mandatory public punishments today."

"What about me?" Austin asked. "You're the lawyer for the others, not me."

"He is now," Austin's father informed his son, "we hired Mr. Kershaw last night."

"Some lawyer," replied Austin, "he didn't even get his own kids out of being in Last Boy Standing."

"That's because," Austin's mother explained the parental reasoning, "Mr. Kershaw is more interested in doing what's best for his clients, not getting them out of deserved punishment."

"We like that about him," said Austin's father, "that's why we hired him."

"And Mrs. Rogers to be your therapist," added Austin's mother. "We like how the Rogers think when it comes to dealing with misbehaving children like you."

"I don't need a shrink!" Austin protested this latest news.

"You most certainly do," his father emphatically replied, "and Judge Nichols has so ordered. End of discussion."

"But there's bad news also," Mrs. Kershaw entered the conversation before Austin could escalate the situation.

"What's that, mommy," the giggling fully dressed nine year old Valerie asked.

"What happens to them on the show will be much worse than their public punishments."

"Megan's too?" asked ten year old Sarah.

"No, Megan isn't in the show, so she does her regular punishments," Mrs. Rogers informed her youngest daughter of her oldest daughter's expected fate for the day.

* * *

The boys were being put into their costumes, assisted by their court appointed helper girls. The red faced naked Tyler was the first to be outfitted, by the also naked ten year old Danielle.

"We'll start with these," Danielle said as she slipped two bright pink wristbands onto the blushing boy. Tyler immediately noticed the itchy scratchy feel, not particularly painful, but just discomforting enough to get his attention.

"Next, we'll put these on," the giggling Danielle continued dressing Tyler. In her hand, she held two large pink adhesive patches, each with a cut out hole in the middle. Quickly she had these placed over his chest, his nipples peeking through the holes. To his dismay, Tyler discovered the bandages were even more uncomfortable than the wristbands. In addition to the itching and scratching caused by many minute but sharp barbs, the patches also produced a mild burning sensation.

"Take them off, please take them off," begged the now crying Tyler. "They're driving me crazy, I can't stand them."

"That's too bad," said his father as he checked in on the progress of the costuming. "They stay on till after the introductions."

"Now for my favorite part," said Danielle, holding a pink ribbon in her hand. "We just wrap this around here," she declared as she tightly tied the ribbon around the twelve year old's genitals. "And make a bow here," she finished up by tying off a bow that covered Tyler's hairless pubic area. Like his other accessories, the ribbon itched and scratched to the point of near distraction.

"Can't forget your socks," giggled the elementary school girl as she picked up two long pink cloth tubes. These were open at both ends, essentially socks without feet, held on by elastic bands. Rapidly she had these on Tyler's legs, the tight fitting tubes extending from just above his ankles to mid-thigh. These "socks" were no exception to the rule, as they produced a widespread itching and scratching sensation.

"Okay, you need to bend over for this next part," instructed Tyler's young costumer as she snapped a rubber glove onto her right hand. "Luckily for you, your dad had us practice this on some other boys till we had it right." Taking a jar of lubricant, she smeared the slippery substance onto her gloved index finger. A finger that snaked its way into the grunting Tyler's rectum, liberally greasing the boy up.

"Ouch, that hurts," Tyler protested the very mild pain being caused by the intruding finger.

"No more than this will," replied Danielle as she waved a small dildo in front of Tyler's face. A dildo about three inches long and a little over half an inch thick. What held Tyler's attention the most were the multiple four inch long pink ribbon tails dangling from one end. He shuddered and his face grew even redder at the though of how ridiculous he was going to look with a tail hanging from his bare bottom.

"Please, don't put that in me," begged Tyler to no avail.

"It has to go in you," responded the girl, giddy with her temporary power over the older boy, "it's part of your costume." And in it went, eliciting a shout from Tyler even though it was only slightly more painful than the mild jolt he had suffered from her finger.

"Only one more item," said Danielle, pointing to a pair of pink slippers. Oversized slippers similar to what clowns wore, complete with three inch long pointed toes adorned with tassels and tinkling bells. "These are especially designed for bad boys like you," the again giggling girl called Tyler's attention to the slippers' insoles. Insoles lined with numerous small slightly rounded and pointed hard rubber ridges, some larger than others, some sharper looking than others, none looking very comfortable.

Once the slippers were on his feet, his young wardrobe mistress ordered Tyler to go for a test walk. As soon as his feet touched the floor, Tyler screamed out, "ouch, that hurts, I can't walk in these."

"Sure you can," Mr. Rogers told his, having reentered the room with his wife and Judge Nichols.

"But dad," complained Tyler, "it feels like I'm walking on sharp stones."

"Exactly as I designed them to feel," responded his father. "Matter of fact, your entire costume was my idea."

"And a wonderful idea it is," said the judge. "It really increases their embarrassment."

Attempting to cover up his own embarrassment at yet another compliment from the judge, Mr. Rogers commented to the other three naked helper girls, "you need to hurry and finish getting your boys ready."

With the three adults assisting, it didn't take long to have Austin, Freddy, and the steadily crying Charlie attired exactly identical to Tyler.

"Five minutes to show time," an announcement came over the room's loudspeaker.

* * *

"Hello everyone, and welcome to Last Boy Standing," the male announcer welcomed the live and television audiences. "I'm Johnny Johnson, your co-host for today's festivities."

"And I'm Anne Zachs," the female co-host informed one and all.

"Are you ready to find out who will be the Last Boy Standing?" the nattily dressed Johnny Johnson shouted to the audience.

"Yes!" came the resounding reply from the packed sold out theater.

"Well then," said Anne, "let's meet our contestants."

"Please welcome our first competitor, thirteen year old Austin," Johnny called the very scared teen into the limelight.

The red faced Austin slowly trotted onto the stage. His naked twelve year old helper Jessica vigorously strapped his bare behind on the way. His progress was greatly impeded by his outrageously oversized pink footwear, footwear that like Tyler he was finding decidedly uncomfortable to the bottoms of his feet. The pink tailed dildo shoved up his asshole further contributed to his discomforting slow progress, as all four boys had been warned to make sure their tails stayed in place. To the amusement of all but the embarrassed boy, his ribbon adorned boner wagged back and forth as he made his slow, deliberate and painful way center stage. A very red faced Austin felt like a complete fool to be put on so public a display in his completely embarrassing and humiliating costume.

"Face the audience, hands on head," demanded Johnny Johnson.

"Now, let's meet thirteen year old Freddy," announced Anne.

Quickly, Freddy, boner and all, was whipped into position by his naked helper, eleven year old Ashley. He couldn't help noticing the very large video monitors mounted high up on either side of the stage. Monitors that many times life size clearly showed off all his naked glory in perfect living color. Naked, that is, except for the ridiculing inducing bits of costuming that did nothing to protect his modesty. The bottom fourth of the display listed in large type all the measurements that the doctor had made during his physical, every embarrassing one of them, including his flaccid and erect penis sizes.

"Now, let's hear it for twelve year old Tyler," Johnny Johnson invited the terrified boy onto the stage, costume and all. The still naked Danielle wielded the straps that prodded his bare bottom into place. Tyler winced and cried all the way, not only from the pain of the straps, but also the pain of the slippers on his feet.

"And now," said Anne, "give it up for eleven year old Charlie." His naked helper, the blushing nine year old Lauren, strapped his bare pink tailed bottom until the crying shaking and very frightened little boy joined his three older fellow sufferers in facing the audience, hands behind his head, his tiny boner pointing skyward.

"And there we have them," declared Johnny Johnson, "our four competitors and their helpers."

"We'll be right back," Anne Zachs announced over the sound of the loudly applauding audience, "after a few brief messages from our fine sponsors."

* * *

After the break, the first order of business was to have the boys remove their ridiculous costumes. As the speakers blared out a recording of David Rose's "The Stripper" the highly humiliated dancing boys began to totally denude themselves. Following the directions they had been given during the break, first their pink wristbands came off. After twirling these in the air for a few seconds, the four boys tossed them stage left. Next they ripped their chest pads off, throwing them stage right. Blushing furiously, all four dancing boys presented a comical sight as they frantically clawed at the knots in their genital ribbons. Freddy was the first to free his dick and balls, followed by Austin and Tyler. Try as he might, the crying Charlie just wasn't able to loosen his ribbon. To his complete embarrassment, his mother was called on stage to release his little boy package from its irritating ties.

The pain from constantly pounding their slipper encased feet onto the floor was growing unbearable when Johnny instructed the naked dancing boys, "shoes off, now!" Very rapidly, all four boys had their painful footwear off, quickly kicking the slippers to the rear of the stage. Freed of their shoes, the boys quickly finished their dance by peeling off their leg "socks." This left them with just their tail adorned dildos still stuck in their rectums.

Anne continued the festivities on their merry way. "It says here," she said to the world as she glanced at a paper, "that the court has ordered the boys' parents to have contact with their sons' genitals three times a day and to make them cum once a day."

"We'll give them that opportunity in a few minute," said Johnny. "But first we have to get the boys properly secured."

To the gasps and applause of the audience, spotlights lit up a previously darkened area of the stage to reveal four hard clear plastic chairs, each with a thick rough textured dildo sticking up from the seat. Each chair had one of the boy's names and the size of his dildo painted on the backrest. Freddy's curious mind immediately noticed that the chairs weren't in a straight line, but staggered.
The two chairs for Charlie and Tyler, anchoring the ends of the row, were closest to the front of the stage, the one for Austin the farthest back. Freddy also grasped that the chair seats were set high enough that their feet wouldn't touch the floor. Nor were there any rungs on which to place their feet to help bear some of the weight.

"No way I'm getting on that!" shouted Austin, pointing to his designated chair with an ominous looking 1-3/8 inch diameter dildo. "That thing will tear me up!"

"That's the size the doctor determined you could take," countered Johnny. "It might hurt like hell, but it won't cause you any serious injury."

Tyler moaned to himself at hearing this bad news, confirming his worst fears that he was going to be hurt very badly on the show. The crying Charlie had to struggle to avoid urinating all over the stage floor. Freddy visibly grimaced, a facial gesture clearly picked up by the cameras. While now outwardly appearing stoic, internally Austin was still very much distraught as he continued to anticipate the unpleasant consequences of his soon to be penetration.

"Well then," Anne briskly moved the proceedings on, "let's not hold up the inevitable, let the impalings begin!"

"Starting with Charlie," Johnny cued two adult stage assistants into action. Both large and muscular college athletes, one a defensive lineman for his school's football team, the other his wrestling team's 197 pound starter. No sooner had they physically lifted Charlie up off the floor than the very scared screaming bloody murder eleven year old urinated. Fortunately for him, none of his pee splattered onto his two captives. Unfortunately for the blushing preteen, there was a penalty to pay.

"What's the penalty for peeing on our stage?" Anne demanded to know.

"An extra day as a Nudie Juvie," shouted Mr. Rogers in his official capacity as the court's Director of Special Punishment Programs, including the Last Boy Standing show.

"And this," added Johnny as he walked over and gave Charlie's little hairless balls a very hard, very painful squeeze. Charlie's screaming renewed, at a noticeably higher volume and pitch.

"Okay men," Anne directed the two jocks, "yank his tail out." Without delay, the wrestler rapidly and roughly removed Charlie's tail endowed dildo, eliciting a new scream from the preteen.

As the two jocks carried Charlie toward his imminent painful fate, Johnny informed the expectant audience, "Both our impalers have been practicing their technique all week using Nudie Juvie boys kindly volunteered by the court."

As the laughter from the audience died down from Johnny's comment, Charlie's "impalers" had his butthole precisely positioned over the pre-lubricated 1 inch diameter dildo that would soon be firmly embedded in him. One of the overhead video monitors switched to a view from under Charlie's chair, giving a vividly clear view of the tip of the dildo pushing against his anal opening.

Immediately the two athletes began to slowly, firmly and steadily implant Charlie onto the invader. Immediately Charlie very loudly howled out his distress, his face contorted in suffering, the excruciatingly blinding pain having him literally seeing stars. But the two torturers were not to be deterred. Slowly but surely they kept painfully propelling the shouting tear streaked struggling Charlie onto his seat. One of the monitors caught every nuance of Charlie's extreme difficulty in coping with his ravishment, the other monitor continued to display the slow progress of the dildo up into his hole.

Much as Charlie wanted to beg and plead to be removed from the chair, he couldn't stop screaming long enough to coherently do so. As soon as his bare bottom was solidly in contact with the seat, he was strapped into place. Straps were firmly placed around his chest, his waist, each thigh, and the calves of his legs. No matter how hard he tried, he wasn't going to be able to lift even a fraction of an inch off the very painful intruder penetrating his small asshole. So great was his misery, he was completely incognizant of his hairless little erect penis, painfully hard and wildly throbbing as if ready to burst apart any second.

As soon as Charlie was secured in place, the two assistants had a grip on Tyler. His struggles where as futile as Charlie's as the screaming twelve year old quickly began his own painful journey on his 1-1/8 inch diameter dildo. While his screams and wails weren't quite as vociferous as Charlie's, the slight difference wasn't discernible to the audience. His tears were certainly as profuse, if not more so. And he certainly couldn't recall his own hairless little dick ever being any harder than it now was.

It took Johnny's assistance for the two torturers to impale the loudly shouting and wildly struggling Freddy onto his 1-3/8 inch diameter dildo. To his credit, his screaming and howling, while great, was noticeably somewhat less than Tyler's. Like the younger two boys, his early adolescent dick was harder than it ever had been before.

The two college jocks needed to exert much effort and once again use Johhny's help to properly enthrone the larger Austin onto his dildo. Tears steadily rolling down his face, the thirteen year old let loose with one throat wrenching scream after another. Screams not as loud as the slightly younger Freddy's, but earsplitting nevertheless. His dick too reached a never before achieved degree of hardness.

* * *

Putting the parents in the spotlight, Johnny announced, "Parent's, if you'd please come up on stage, it's your turn." Austin's mother and father were first to enter the stage. They were followed by a waving Mr. And Mrs. Kershaw. The beaming Mr. and Mrs Rogers were the last to make their grand entrance.

"Let's get the boys better positioned," said Anne Zachs. No sooner had she spoken than poles began raising from the floor, two to a boy. Each pole was some distance in front of and to either side of each boy's chair. The ever observant Freddy noted that unlike the chairs, the poles were in a straight line. On each pole, just below each chair's seat level, a large hook pointed toward the boys. The two college stage assistants quicky had stirrups securely attached to the hooks. Just as quickly, they had the impaled boys calve straps undone. Rapidly, the boys found their egs fully stretched with their feet tightly held by the stirrups. Try as they might, other than a small amount of toe and foot curling, the boys were unable to move their feet at all.

"Parents," proclaimed Anne Zachs, "before you do your duty, it's time for your boys to be spanked."

"But," Johhny picked up, "as their bare bottoms aren't accessible at the moment, we need to spank something else." As Johnny spoke, two leather clad middle aged men entered the stage, each carrying a thin leather flogger about an inch-and-a-half wide.

"Eight strokes to each foot should do the trick," Anne announced the target. "This should really hurt a lot, not only are Ron and Leo both podiatrists, they're expert foot torturers with an excellent reputation in the BDSM community."

"First, we'll warm these up a bit," said Leo, grabbing Charlie's left foot. The college jocks wheeled out a smoking brazier, from which Leo extracted a glowing flat iron. He immediately pressed this onto Charlie's sole, causing the boy to emit an anguished scream of agony. "It burns, it burns, take it off me," wailed the sobbing preteen.

"It's not hot enough to burn you," countered Leo, "but it will redden you up very nicely." Removing the iron from Charlie's now bright red foot, he placed it back in the brazier, pulling out a fresh one. "Now for the other foot," he declared as he proceeded to sear Charlie's right foot.

"Stop, stop, I can't stand it!" Charlie shrieked.

"Of course you can," replied Leo, "this is just a little appetizer to get your feet ready for latter in the show." Upon removal of the iron, Charlie's right foot proved to be as red as his left. "I think you're all ready for your flogging now," opined the podiatrist. "But that'll have to wait till the others are prepared."

"This one has tough feet," Ron observed of Freddy. "He'll need extra attention."

"Besides," Leo informed his companion, "the court doctor asked we give him extra attention." And extra attention is what Freddy got, from both men. The irons were heated a little hotter, held a little longer. Freddy fought back the tears and screams as long as possibly, but ultimately couldn't keep the dam from bursting. His screams rose to new levels of intensity when long thin needles, glowing red hot, were used to clean deep under his toenails. These same needles were used to scratch and nick his already tenderized feet and toes, producing some light bleeding. Freddy was a blubbering mess when the two podiatrists finally turned their attention to Tyler and Austin. Leo toasted Austin, Ron roasted Tyler. Both boys loudly shrieked from the pain caused by the foot reddening irons.

"Let the flogging begin," pronounced Johnny in his most pompous voice.

The two men alternated boys and feet. First Leo applied a vicious stroke to each boy's right foot. Than Ron gave an equally strong cut to each left foot. Immediately followed by Leo giving his own fearsome lash to each left foot. Followed by Ron doing a number on each boy's right foot. Than the cylce repeated itself three more times, right foot, left foot, left foot, right foot. Screams and cries filled the air anew as stroke after stroke further tenderized already tender and sore feet. Each stroke leaving a vivid red stripe across the bottom of each sobbing boy's foot.

"And to finish their spankings," Anne brought this phase of the boys torture to a conclusion, "two hard strokes to their balls!"

"Okay, it's ball busting time!" declared Johhny. Immediately Leo swished his flogger into four sets of balls, one after another. No sooner had he finished then Ron wracked his own havoc upon the uncontrollably sobbing boys' already sore balls. Balls that were instantly excruciatingly painful and fiercely burning. Four sets of ear piercing banshee shrieking screams came close to shattering the glass chandelier in the lobby. If he hadn't been so well restrained in his chair, Charlie would had propelled himself jet speed off his dildo, so intense was his suffering.

"We'll be right back," announced Johnny over the boys' screams, "after this brief commercial break."

* * *

"Welcome back," Johnny Johnson resumed the show.

"Parents," intoned Anne Zachs, "it's time to play with your boys' privates."

"That are not so private anymore, that's for sure," joked Johnny.

"That's true," concurred Anne. "Maybe here in Benjamin County where all boys have to be naked we should start calling their privates publics."

"Okay, fathers, grab hold of your sons publics and start fondling them," ordered Johnny. "But please don't let them cum, we want the moms to do that, you'll get your chance later."

"When we see who's the last boy standing when it comes to being hard and able to cum," Anne teased the audience with things to come.

The fathers wasted no time in handling their red faced sons' genitals, balls still sore and tender from their recent beatings. Charlie, Tyler and Austin were already completely hard when their dads first latched onto their respective penises, Freddy was semi erect.

"Okay dads," Johnny said after two minutes of fatherly fondling, "that's great. Now mothers, grab onto your boys' dicks."

"And boys," warned Anne, "don't forget to announce you're cumming."

"Or else," Johnny added his own warning, "you won't like the special punishment we have for forgetting."

The moms' hands quickly had their sons dicks in hand. Mrs. Kershaw held Charlie's small little boy penis in her left hand, Freddy's larger penis in her right hand.

"Ready, set, jerk off," Anne set the masturbating into motion. Motherly hands worked up and down their sons' cocks, bringing them closer and closer to the disaster of cumming in front of the live audience and the much larger television audience.

Tyler was the first to humiliate himself, his "I'm cumming!" loudly proclaiming his orgasm, a shudderingly intense cum that coated his dickhead and his mom's hand with a small amount of clear sticky liquid.

"I'm cumming!" Charlie's clear cry echoed on the heels of Tyler's. Like his best friend Tyler's somewhat wet orgasm, the red faced Charlie's dry cum was shatteringly strong and very apparent.

Austin was the next to announce his shame, strong spurts of white painting his stomach and his mom's hand. The flustered panting boy blushed a very deep red at this embarrassment, broadcast live for many strangers to see.

"I'm cumming!" shouted Freddy as several drops of his white offerings erupted from his dick. The audience was amused to note that his ejaculation had less velocity, distance and volume than Austin's.

"That was great," proclaimed Johnny.

"And as an award for doing so well," not-so-generously offered Anne, "we're letting the boys off their chairs." Each of the Nudie Juvie girl helpers quickly had their assigned boy's restraints undone. The boys were instructed to lift themselves up and off their dildos, a process they found distinctly unpleasant and painful. Eventually, with a plopping noise, each of the tear stained boys managed to free their tortured assholes from their embedded invaders. To their dismay, the freedom their gaping open anuses were now experiencing did nothing to abate the soreness in their so recently stuffed rectums.

"And now, once again," said Johnny, "a few words from our sponsors."

* * *

The bill paying commercials over, to loud applause Johnny and Anne reentered the stage.

"Since the name of the show is Last Boy Standing," announced Johnny, "to help our boys stay standing, it's almost time to fit them with some special footwear."

Gasps once again filled the air as a spotlight lit up a table. A table on which rested four pairs of metal horseshoes. Next to the horseshoes were placed various sized nails.

Walking up to the display, Anne picked up one of the larger nails. "As you can see," she said, "the nails aren't attached yet."

"But they will be," said Johnny, "to the shoes and to the boys. Like horses, we're going to shoe them!"

"No fucking way!" shouted Tyler. "You aren't putting any nails in me!"

"Yeah, no fucking way!" Freddy shouted his own protest.

"Like it or not," responded Johnny, "you're getting shoed. And I guarantee you, it's going to hurt, worse than anything we've done yet."

"And for complaining," said Anne, holding up a very long thick nail that clearly could completely penetrate a foot, "we're adding one of these to each of Freddy's and Tyler's feet."

"But first," said Johnny, "we need to heat up the shoes." Immediately as he said this, the two college assistants used long tongs to place the horseshoes onto the brazier.

"While we wait for the shoes to be ready," Anne announced the next event, "it's time to give some very special attention to the boys' dicks."

"But before that," interjected Johnny, "we need to warm their bottoms up." As he spoke, the two stagehands rolled four portable spanking machines onto the stage. It didn't take long to have the boys positioned for their latest torment. Nor did it take long for the machines to commence that torment. Stroke after stroke quickly reddened the crying boys' bare bottoms. As at the public spanking pavilions, the strap tips would find their way into the boys' already sore assholes, increasing considerably the volume of their shrieking. Shrieking that grew even louder whenever the straps would strike their balls still painful from their earlier flogging.

On and on the assault on their hurting behinds and genitals continued, much longer than at the pavilion. When the merciless spankings finally mercifully ended, some purple bruising and black and blue marks were visible on all four of the now wildly wailing boys.

"Well now that their bottoms are suitably tenderized," said Johnny, "we can seat the boys upon their own very special thrones. Immediately the stage lights lit up four ominous looking metal chairs. Chairs which had glistering metal dildos securely screwed in place, each glowing pink. Unlike the earlier plastic chairs, these new "thrones" had on their seat tops sharp looking needles ranging from many very thin short ones to a few longer thicker ones. The largest on Freddy's and Austin's chairs were 1/8 inch in diameter and two inches long. There were six of these monsters on each of their chairs, three for each bottom cheek. Tyler's chair also had six jumbo needles, these were 3/32 inch in diameter and 1-3/4 inches long. In addition to the many small needles, Charlie's chair had four large needles, these 1/16 inch diameter and 1-1/2 inch long. Two electrical cords ran from underneath each seat bottom, visibly snaking their way to electrical outlets mounted in front of a control panel. A control panel at which the beaming leather clad podiatrists Ron and Leo now sat.

"Looks more like thorns than thrones to me," joked Anne.

"Exactly," said Johnny. "They're thorny thrones."

"What's with the power cords?" asked Anne.

"The thinner one," answered Johnny, powers the vibrator in each of the dildos."

That should prove interesting," commented Anne.

"Absolutely," responded Johnny. "And the thicker cord is to heat up the boys's bottoms some more."

"Oh, I get it," said Anne, "a hot seat for already hot seats."

"You got that right," said Johnny. "The seat of Tyler's and Charlie's chairs will get up to a bottom toasting temperature of 115 degrees Fahrenheit. Freddy's and Austin's go to 125 degrees."

"Won't that burn them badly?" asked Anne in mock concern.

"Not at all," replied Johnny. "It'll be very uncomfortable and painful for them, but they won't burn, only get very red. Besides, as an added precaution, automatic timing devices won't allow the younger two to be at maximum temperature for more than six minutes at a time, the older two for more than ten."

"Safety first is out motto on this show," jested Anne.

While Johnny and Anne had been explaining the chairs, the four appalled boys were only half listening. Their attention being concentrated on comically dancing about as they furiously attempted to rub the existing fire out of their extremely smarting and burning bare bottoms. Bare bottoms that were about to smart even more painfully and burn much more hotter.

"Okay, what are we waiting for?" demanded Johnny. "Let's get our young princes enthroned."

No sooner were the words out of Johnny's mouth than the college hulks had a firm grasp on a desperately struggling Tyler. A desperately struggling screaming Tyler who very quickly found himself being lowered onto his throne of dishonor. As before, the dildo caused him much pain as it penetrated his still sore anus. A pain made worse by the dildo now being already heated to almost 105 degrees and still getting warmer. Tyler was still unsuccessfully coping with this pain when a new unbearable pain started, that of the larger thicker needles beginning their own penetration of his already tenderized buttocks. His heart rendering shrieks were music to the ears of the more sadistic onlookers, including the announcing duo of Johnny and Anne and the two foot torturers, Ron and Leo. Tyler's parents derived a great sense of satisfaction that their wayward child's very vocal suffering was a sign that he was learning his lesson. To Judge Nichols, Tyler's wails indicated that juvenile justice was being well served with meaningful and memorably painful sanctions. Eventually, the still thrashing about Tyler was firmly in place. His ever hotter dildo was all the way in his asshole. The very painful needles fully inserted into his bottom cheeks. The six biggest needles boring into him causing him much distress and eliciting his loudest screams yet. The tears were freely and uncontrollably flowing when his already hot bottom contacted the already hot seat, raising his continuous wailing to an even higher level. As much as he was wildly gyrating about, it took the two star college players much effort to secure the straps around the very much hurting Tyler.

"No don't!" screamed Charlie as it became his turn. "I hate needles!" His ear splitting screams fell on deaf ears as he was steadily forced lower and lower onto his own dildo and ever closer and closer to the dreaded needles. He shrieked in absolute terror as the four biggest needles began tunneling into his bottom. So abject was his fear that as the needles started in, he again urinated.

"That's another day Nudie Juvie for you," snapped Anne. "And another one of these," she added as she very forcefully squeezed the eleven year old's small balls. Charlie let out a very high pitched cry of agony, this latest attack to his balls adding considerably to his already considerable distress.

Down and down Charlie went onto his own throne, until his own unable to take anymore bare behind was firmly set upon the hot seat of the chair. At least in his mind, his red hot behind couldn't take anymore, but to his dismay he quickly realized that take more it must. His sobbing screams of discomfort became even more frenzied as the fire in his bottom kept burning hotter and hotter. Adding fuel to the fire, he quickly discovered that the many needles now embedded in his inflamed behind were very efficient conductors of heat. This was especially true of the four big needles, the four that were causing him the most pain even without the added benefit of being warmed up.

As with their earlier seating, it took Johnny's assistance to get Freddy and Austin properly secured into their chairs. To their utmost shame, both thirteen year olds carried on just as badly as the two younger boys at all the pain flooding their bodies through the conduit of their already very pained bare bottoms.

"Okay, dads," announced Johnny once all four boys were secured on their now very hot chairs, "it's your turn."

"It's now time to see who'll be the last boy standing," said Anne. "Or least who's dick will be the last standing not so proudly up."

"We need you to fit your sons with these," said Johnny, pointing to four small penis pumping units. A three foot long clear plastic tube extended into an equally clear receptacle area on each of the pumps. Inside the open end of the tube was an inner flexible articulated lubricated masturbating sleeve, obviously designed to slide up and down erect penises. A sealing rubber grommet was fitted around the tube opening.

"Fathers," instructed Anne, "you secure the sleeve to your boy's penis, pushing the tube all the way down until the rubber doughnut is firmly pressing against their pubic area. It's coated with a sticky bonding agent that'll hold it in place till the suction action creates a seal."

"You get to control the speed of the rubbing sleeve and force of the sucking with the dials on the pumps," Johnny continued the instructions. "But once turned on, the pumps are not to be shut back off for at least fifteen minutes or your boy goes soft, whichever takes longer."

"Your goal," said Anne is to force your son to come at least four times before he can't keep his dick standing up any longer."

"The boys goal, of course," said Johnny, "is to come as many times as possible and to be the last boy still hard."

"The boy who stays hard the longest, and the boy who comes the most," Anne announced the prize, "will each have their Nudie Juvie sentences reduced by one day. If it's the same boy, he's reduced by two days."

"While the dads get their boys ready," said Johnny, "let's break for a few more words from our wonderful sponsors."

* * *

"Dads, on my mark, let's get the sucking going," declared Johnny upon return from the latest round of commercials. "Ready, set, suck!" The fathers turned their dials, the machines hummed into action. Immediately suction built up in the tubes as the sleeves began their inexorable rubbing, quickly stimulating four young boy penises toward the first of many inevitable orgasms. At the same time, Ron and Leo flipped switches on the control panel for the chairs, setting the dildo's vibrators into action.

"Don't forget boys," warned Johnny, "you must announce all cums."

Charlie was the first, screaming out a loud "I'm cumming!" as his body shook in the most intense dry orgasm of his young life. His pump didn't miss a beat as under his father's guidance, the machine continued to suck and rub on his now very sensitive dick. His pleasure was rapidly turning to pain when he announced his second cum, immediately after Tyler's first. Freddy was the next to orgasm, his white cum visibly traveling down the tube. Before Freddy finished his first cum of the competition, Austin was making his initial deposit into his tube. On and on the machines worked their torturous magic on the four hapless boys' dicks, not stopping for even a second. The resultant sensations were at the point of being unbearable, than unbearable. But nothing would stop the boys' ordeal from continuing till the required results were reached.

The boys' cries of "stop, stop it, please stop it," when unheeded by the determined fathers. All four men were very competitive by nature and did not like losing at anything. They all very much wanted their boys to win. Not so their children could escape the next planned torture, but as a matter of pride for themselves. If their boy lost, so did they. They were the ones controlling the units, using their skill, experience and judgement to help their sons toward the desired victory. Each father and son was a team, competing against the others. Mr. Kershaw had the most difficult task of the four adults, as he was actually two teams at once, controlling both Freddy's and Charlie's units. They and their sons needed to work together as best they could, although all three men realized that the end result would be determined more by pure luck and physiological differences between the boys than by skill and ability. So, on and on, the adults allowed their sons' now very sore dicks to be massaged and sucked by the diabolical pumps.

Time went on. And on, and on. After twenty-three agonizing minutes and five wet cums, Austin finally went limp. The required time having elapsed, his father shut down his pump. Austin's dad took consolation in the thought that perhaps none of the other boys would be able to have as many orgasms as his thirteen year old. After twenty-six minutes of pure agony, the almost uncontrollably sobbing Freddy was the next to go soft, after five discomforting cums of his own, the last two dry. Tyler's dick gave up at the twenty-seven minute mark, after devastating him with six cums, the last four pure pain, the last three dry. Charlie's very raw and sore dick was left as the last one standing. Still standing up hard after eight gut wrenching dry cums, the last three blindingly agonizing, the last one literally having him once more seeing stars.

"And our winner for last dick standing," declared Anne, "is Charlie!"

"And the winner for most cums is also Charlie!" announced Johnny. "He won't have to serve the two extra days he earned today for peeing on stage." Despite his misery and his embarrassment at being reminded of his earlier accidents, Charlie couldn't help smiling at his victory. He had won, finally doing something better than his brother and the other older boys. And, to his amazement, he realized that at some point in the competition, he had stopped being afraid of what was happening to him. With the resiliency that comes with youth, he had accepted his fate as unavoidable and began enduring it as best he could. He didn't like it, he didn't enjoy it, he didn't suffer any less, but he now knew he could survive it. And suddenly, he had a goal in mind. To show his brother for once and all that he wasn't a "scary cat" anymore. No matter how much it hurt him, no matter how much it made him scream and shout, Charlie resolved that he was going to be the ultimate winner of the show. He was going to be the Last Boy Standing, whatever it took.

"Boys," proclaimed Anne as the boys were released from their chairs, their behinds smolderingly hot and excruciatingly sore, "prepare yourselves for some penis surgery."

"Without benefit of anesthesia," gleefully announced Johnny.

"Right after this commercial break," Anne said.

* * *

During the long break, the boys were strapped onto medical exam tables. The top half of each table was titled up, giving them a clear view of their soon to be "operated" upon penises. The still crying Charlie was shaking with dread mixed with a desperate determination to prevail as the ultimate victor. He could do it, he would do it, he had to do it.

"Hey," protested Freddy to Johnny in a futile effort to prevent the inevitable, "how are we suppose to fuck the girls if you operate on our dicks?"

"Fuck the girls?" responded Johnny. "What makes you think that's going to happen?"

"I heard Jessica's parents say yesterday that once the show was over she and Danielle wouldn't be virgins anymore," replied Freddy.

"That's true," said Judge Nichols, who was standing nearby. "But not the way you're thinking. They're no longer virgins to being naked in public. Before yesterday, they've never been spanked, now their bottoms are no longer virgins to being strapped. As for sex, they're no longer virgins when it comes to masturbating others, both boys and girls. The same for oral sex. As to intercourse, I don't know if they're virgins or not, but we're not going to find out on this show."

"Which is about punishing boys, not girls," interjected Mr. Rogers. "No way we're going to let you do something that you might enjoy."

"Oh," was Freddy's only response.

"But," Tyler now added his own protest, "I heard the girls say they would be punished during the show. But, it hasn't happen yet."

"Yes it has," Mr. Rogers answered his son. "You don't think having to be naked on television is a punishment for them?"

"Guess it is," muttered Tyler in defeat.

* * *

"Welcome back, everyone," said Johnny.

"Only two more events to go," said Anne, "our penile surgery and than our grand finale, the shoeing of the boys."

"So, let's get right to it," said Johnny.

"Welcome please, our surgical team," Anne bought the medical crew onto the stage. Four women, all dressed in surgical greens, entered the stage.

"Our team is led by pediatric urologist Dr. Martha Berkevich," said Johnny.

"Assisting Dr. Berkevich are physician's assistant Rebecca, nurse practitioner Allison, and Dr. Berkevich's own head nurse, Nancy."

"All three of her assistants," added Anne, "have been specially trained by Dr. Berkevich in the procedures that they're about to perform on the boys."

"Very painful procedures indeed, I'm sure," predicted Johnny. "Doctor, am I correct?"

"Absolutely," responded Dr. Berkevich. "Our objective today is to see if we can insert into the boys urethras objects slightly wider than their court physicals indicated they could take."

"You can't do that!" shouted out Freddy, "you'll ruin our dicks!"

"No we won't," calmly responded the doctor, "we're trained professionals and know what we're doing."

"Doctor, just so we're all on the same wavelength, could you explain what and where the urethra is."

Grabbing the blushing Tyler's dick, Dr. Berkevich gladly answered. "The urethra is nothing but the tube through which urine travels out of the body. In boys, of course, it's in their penises, ending at what's commonly called the peehole."

"And just what exactly will you be putting down their peeholes?" asked the curious Anne on behalf of the just as curious audience.

"Tubes like this," replied the doctor, holding up a hollow metal rod about 4 inches long and little over 5/16 inch in diameter. Numerous small and slightly rounded pointy protrusions studded the entire outer length of the device. "This one's sized for Austin, by the way," she informatively added, causing the named boy to visibly grimace.

"Well then," said Johnny, "let's not keep the boys waiting. Begin, please."

"By all means," replied the now widely grinning doctor. "I'll personally take Freddy. Nancy will handle Charlie, Rebecca has Austin, and Allison gets to do the honors on Tyler."

"First of all," explained Dr. Berkevich, "we must do some preliminary work to smooth out the inner walls of their urethras."

No sooner said then each of the four female torturers had a nasty looking instrument in her hand, similar to a dental pick. The slim tool was curved at one end. The pointed pick end was sharp looking, the serrated edge of the hooked portion clearly intended for scraping. Without warning, the four women pushed their picks into the boys urethral openings, eliciting screams from each of the four young males. Screams more of fear than pain.

"Come on now," chided the doctor, "that can't hurt that much, these picks are all smaller than what your physicals said you could handle."

"It still hurts!" whined Freddy. With good reason, as Dr. Berkevich's pick was noticeably larger then those being used on the other boys.

"Then this will really hurt!" exclaimed the doctor as she began digging and scrapping the sides of his urethra.

"Ouch! Ow! Stop it you bitch!" Freddy screamed out his immediate distress at the extreme pain he was suddenly experiencing. "You're killing me!"

"Not the least bit," the doctor once more calmly replied, "but I'm certainly killing some tissue cells." With that comment, she withdrew the pick from Freddy's very hurting dick. Several shards of urethral tissue and specks of blood clung to the business end of the device. After dipping the pick into a bowl containing a cleansing sterilizing solution, she again plunged the nasty tool back into Freddy's aching urethra. Immediately, she renewed her scrapping and digging, immediately Freddy renewed his screaming.

Meanwhile, the other boys were being just as vocal, as they had their own penises similarly brutally treated by the smiling ladies. It took all of the crying Charlie's willpower not to beg for mercy, to plea for a stop to the unbelievable pain. But he was determined, he was on a mission to prove to the world, especially his brother, that he was brave and not a scary cat. Unbeknownst to him, his suffering could have been much worse. Nurse Nancy had been specifically instructed by both the judge and the doctor to go a little easier on Charlie, to hold back just a bit. But even with this break, he was barely able to cope, hardly able to endure. But cope and endure he did, thanks to his fierce furious determination to succeed. He couldn't help babbling like a baby, the pain was that intense. But, unlike his older brother, he managed to avoid pleading for a stop to his torture.

Eventually the torturous picks were withdrawn for good, leaving all four boys sobbing messes. The wailing boys respite was short lived as picking up Austin's rod, Dr, Berkevich announced, "Show time!"

Unearthly screams of anguish uncontrollably escaped from all four boys as the four ladies began twisting and threading the too large for their urethras rods through their peeholes. Steadily, slowly, forcefully, the rods penetrated deeper and deeper into the boys urethral channels, the little bumps further tearing and nicking their already torn and nicked urethral tissue. The boys wailed and howled as the unrelenting pain grew and grew to an overwhelming intensity as the rods inched closer and closer to the base of their penises.

Charlie was on the verge of giving in to his strong desire to implore his pretty torturer for mercy when Nurse Nancy finally stopped pushing the rod further into him. The painful tool traversed almost the entire length of his penis, only centimeters from the base. Nancy held onto the crying eleven year old's penis as the other three ladies finished with their own boys.

"Now," said Dr. Berkevich, "we'll just squirt some of this down the tubes. As she spoke, she filled an eyedropper with a yellow colored solution.

"What's that stuff?" asked Anne.

"Oh," answered the doctor, "lemon juice mixed with alcohol, white vinegar and cinnamon oil. There's also an antiseptic agent, a very astringent one."

"What will all that do to the boys?" inquired Johnny.

"Initially," answered the urologist, "as it goes in, it will burn and sting very intensely, possibly unbearably so considering that their urethras are already so torn up. It's not going to be pleasant on the many cuts and scratches they have in there."

"And after that?" prompted Anne.

"For a week or so," Dr. Berkevich gave the boys and the audience the latest bad news, "it'll probably burn and sting every time they urinate. And for the older three, most likely every time they ejaculate."

"Talk about adding insult to injury," commented Johnny.

"Indeed," agreed the doctor. As she finished talking, she placed the tip of the dropper at the protruding end of Austin's rod. Nancy, Allison and Rebecca did likewise to their boys. On the doctor's count of "one, two, three, squeeze" all four women deposited their devious mixture into their respective boys' rods.

"Nothing seems to be happening," commented Anne, disappointed at the boys apparent lack of reaction.

"That's because the solution is still in their rods, not their urethras," explained Dr. Berkevich. "But we'll fix that right now." Quickly, she pulled the rod up Austin's penis until only a small portion remained embedded within him. Just as quickly, Austin screamed out with the sudden pain of the many sharp bumps ripping and nipping at his urethral tissue as the rod rapidly progressed upward. Just as quickly, the lemon juice cocktail drained from the bottom of the rod. As the irritating mixture coated his abused urethra, Austin let out throat wrenching scrams as a new layer of pain overtook him. The burning and stinging was much worse than he had imagined possible, a stupendously mind numbing intensity beyond anything he had ever experienced in his prior thirteen years of life. It felt to him like a thousand particularly potent bees, wasps and hornets were all simultaneously stinging the inside of his already very painful penis.

The other boys reacted just as badly as Austin. Freddy was continuously screaming, begging the medical team to make his penile suffering end. The just as wildly sobbing Tyler would had willingly let the doctor cut off his penis, anything to end the intense pain emanating from that diminutive organ. It amazed him how something so small could cause him so much discomfort. It was only sheer will power fueled by his epochal determination to be tougher than his brother that kept the badly shaking and incoherently screeching Charlie from losing consciousness.

"Wow!" was all Anne could manage as a cacophony of distressed boy sounds loudly cascaded throughout the auditorium.

"We'll be right back for the grand finale right after these words from our sponsors," gushed the equally impressed Johnny.

* * *

During the break, the seven member Benjamin County Juvenile Justice Special Punishments Oversight Committee held a hurried meeting. There was much concern over the large fully penetrating nails that were to be used on Tyler's and Freddy's feet. Judge Nichols, chair of the committee, though that this was going a little too far. Fellow committee member Mr. Rogers concurred, although he admitted that his opinion was being influenced by his status as a concerned father of one of the victims to be. The court pediatrician who had examined the boys explained that while she tended to agree with the judge and Tyler's father, there wasn't a medical reason not to proceed. With proper treatment, the resultant wounds should heal without long term problems. The representative from the state Department of Juvenile Justice stated that based on the pediatrician's comments, the procedure appeared to be within the permissible guidelines and the law.

The other three committee members requested to hear from the two podiatrists. Ron confirmed that it was entirely possible to insert the nails completely through the boys' feet without going through any bones, tendons or major blood vessels. Leo agreed with his comrade, but expressed concern that Tyler's small feet wouldn't leave much room for error.

Time running short, the committee took their vote. "I think to keep the suspense going as long as possible," said Mr. Rogers, "that we should hold off announcing our decision till the last possible moment."

"Another excellent idea from you," Judge Nichols again praised her Director of Special Punishment Programs.

* * *

"Welcome back everyone," Johnny started the final segment of the show rolling.

"It's shoeing time!" gloated an obviously jubilant Anne.

The boys were once more strapped into their plastic chairs, dildos firmly implanted up their still smarting rectums. Their feet were tightly secured to the stirrups on the poles, anxiously awaiting their latest tortures.

"So, with out further ado," intoned Johnny, "here's our two podiatrists, Ron and Leo!"

To thunderous applause, the eager Ron and Leo trotted onto the stage. Each held a thin whippy cane. After both had bowed to the audience, Leo announced, "First, we have to prepare the boys feet a bit."

"By tenderizing them," explained Ron, "with a long foot whipping, a bastinado, using these canes."

"A tip to all you parents out there," educated Leo. "The effectiveness of a bastinado isn't in the severity of the strokes. Actually, they should be little more than light tapping."

"Like Leo said," Ron said, "it isn't hard blows that make for a good bastinado. The real secret to making it a dreaded punishment to be avoided is to keep it continually going for a long, long time. And you can't do that if you constantly use full force hits."

"Of course," added Leo, "with a cane, even light strokes are going to madly sting and smart."

"And that," declared Ron, "is exactly what the boys will get for the next twenty minutes."

And that is exactly what the boys got for exactly the next twenty minutes. Cane stroke after cane stroke raining down on their defenseless soles. As promised, most were relatively light, but a few had some force behind them. As promised, even the light ones stung and smarted fiercely. Especially as the effects of the continued pounding built up on feet still sore and tender from their earlier ordeals. The howling Tyler quickly discovered that the hits to the balls of his feet seemed to be the most painful, the ones to his heels almost as much so. By the ten minute mark, the wailing Charlie was almost hoping someone would chop his feet off, but he was hoping and fighting even more so to make it through this latest painful torture. Freddy was begging for mercy. Austin could only mange to repeatedly utter a barely audible, "No, no, stop it!"

But there was no stopping as over and over the canes descended. Over and over the boys loudly voiced their displeasure at the displeasure in their feet. Over and over the audience cheered as the canes did their duty. Over and over the sound of canes striking bare feet filled the theater. Finally, the buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the twenty minutes. Leo declared all the boys' feet now properly prepared and tenderized. Reddened feet that sported numerous welts and a few bruises.

"While we give the boys a few minutes to regain some composure," said Anne, "a few final words from our sponsors."

* * *

Break over, Charlie's terror grew immensely when the two college stage hands placed the smoking brazier directly between him and his brother Freddy, seated to his left. The eleven year old's terror grew even more when Leo's blacksmith gloved left hand grabbed hold of his left foot. And grew some more when Ron held up in his gloved right hand a glowing red horseshoe. Charlie's terror subsided only slightly when Leo suddenly let his foot go. The two podiatrists quickly made their way to Tyler, who was anchoring the other end of the row of boys.

Without warning or comment, Leo grabbed Tyler's right foot. Immediately, Ron firmly pressed the hot horseshoe onto the screaming twelve year old's foot. "Yeow, Yeow, Ow!" hissed Tyler through clenched teeth, "take it way, take it away! It's burning me, it hurts! It hurts!" Tears tore down his face at a furious pace, the dam unstoppably breached.

"That's too bad," said Leo, "it's supposed to, even if it's only about 130 degrees or so. And this will hurt too," he added as he began hammering a red hot nail through the shoe and into Tyler's foot. Tyler's shouting, screaming and begging renewed at a even heightened pace. He was feeling every painful millimeter of the nail's progress into the ball of his right foot. No sooner did Leo have the first nail in then he immediately began pounding another into the heel of Tyler's foot. Followed by one through his instep. Through the escalating volume of his distress calls and the haze of his tears, Tyler did notice that all the nails did seem to be smaller than the ones earlier shown the audience. What he didn't know was that those earlier ones were merely there on display to add to the boys' apprehension and dread. With the exception of large full foot penetrating one if so needed for added punishment, the intention had always been to use the smaller ones that Leo was now hammering into Tyler.

Three nails now in Tyler, Ron and Leo moved on to Austin, seated to Tyler's right. This time, Leo applied a hot shoe to the thirteen year old's left foot, while Ron did the hammering honors. Austin's reaction was no different than Tyler's. Screaming, shouting, begging, and tears in abundance, all to no avail. When the two podiatrists, roles again reversed, moved on to Freddy's right foot, he behaved no differently than the two other already partially shoed boys. If anything, he produced even more tears, louder screaming, and more pitiful begging than either Tyler or Austin.

Charlie's terror was at almost heart stopping level when the two ersatz "blacksmiths" approached him. He was unaware that they had been told to on each round to do him last, so as to lessen his suffering. Nor did he know that the shoe and nails to be used on him had been pulled from the brazier when the podiatrists worked on Freddy. Another deliberate effort to lessen the preteen's suffering by allowing his soon to be footwear to cool down a little. As soon as the hot shoe touched his left foot, Charlie was screaming as loudly and shrilly as any of the other boys. His tears were blinding him as the blinding pain from his nailing had him once again seeing stars and flashes of bright light. So severe was his misery that he never noticed that only two nails had been used on him. Again, another mandated from above attempt at some mercy for the youngest of the four boys. Extreme as his suffering was, Charlie was only holding on by a thread from giving in to his fate and conceding defeat. But his now deep rooted resolve to succeed had him desperately clinging to that thread, enabling him to just barely hold steady. He somehow instinctively realized that it was vitally important for him to be able to outdo his brother and the other two boys.

Each boy now having one foot shoed, Ron and Leo moved back to Tyler. On whose other foot they immediately commenced working. Despite already having gone through this with his right foot, Tyler didn't find this second round any easier to endure. If anything, knowing what to expect only made it worse. To the audience, his reaction certainly seemed to be somewhat more vocal and animated than the first time around. "Fuck it" he screamed out, "I can't stand it anymore. Stop it, stop it, I give up!"

"You can't, not yet anyway," said Ron as he hammered the third nail into the sobbing boy's left foot. "You'll all get that chance in a few minutes, but not yet."

In short order, Austin, Freddy and Charlie each all had their other foot shorn and nailed. The fireworks of their shrieking and the waterworks of their crying were as impressive as on their first go, if not more so.

But the shoeing wasn't quite over. Each of the older three boys had two more glowing red hot nails pounded into each foot. Charlie had one more not as hot nail inserted into each of his feet. None of this, of course, did anything to abate the boys by now near earth shaking screaming and almost typhoon level crying.

Even then, it wasn't over. Going back to Tyler, Leo used a pair of tongs to pluck one of the large penetrating nails from the brazier. "Fuck no, don't put that in me!" screamed the horrified twelve year old.

"I don't know," calmly answered the smiling Leo, "should I or shouldn't I."

"Do it, do it!" the audience began chanting, urged on by the Teleprompters mounted at either end of the stage.

"Well, he did earn it as an extra punishment," Ron seemingly agreed with the audience.

"That's true," Leo appeared to give in to the crowd's demands. "Let me ask his father."

"Dad, please, don't let them!" pleaded the sobbing Tyler as his dad came on stage.

"Well son, as Ron here said," a seemingly stern faced Mr. Rogers answered his son, "your foul mouth did earn you that as an additional punishment."

"Daddy, no!" wailed Tyler, his horror palpable to all onlookers.

"Well, let's see what the judge has to say," Mr. Rogers kept the suspense going. Even though he already knew the outcome.

Judge Nichols entered onto the stage. "Tyler and Freddy," she began, "listen to me carefully. The committee in charge of this show, of which I'm chairperson, has made a decision on using those special nails." At this point, the judge paused for dramatic effect. And to let the tension build.

"What was it?" croaked Freddy, speaking up for the first time on the matter of the further fate of his already horribly pain ridden feet.

"That we not use the nails," loudly proclaimed judge, as if she was pronouncing a sentence from her bench.

"Thank you," Tyler weakly managed to acknowledge his gratitude.

"Thank you," Freddy echoed his best friend's sentiments.

"Boys," Judge Nichols continued, "we made this decision not because you don't deserve having those nails run all the way through your feet. For your behavior here today, you certainly do. We made the decision because justice is best served when tampered with mercy." The audience heartily applauded this statement by the judge, exactly as the teleprompters told them to.

The reprieve having been officially announced, the four naked Nudie Juvie girls were now brought on stage one last time to assist in releasing the boys from their chairs. Once the girls had the restraints undone, the boys were told to lift up off their dildos and begin walking around the stage. Gingerly and hesitantly they did so, wincing and crying out at each painful step.

"This is where we determine the Last Boy Standing," declared Johnny.

"Boys," said Anne, "keep walking for as long as you can. When you can't go any further, sit down on the stage."

"Last boy walking is our winner!" pronounced Johnny to much applause.

"Winner's Nudie Juvie time ends immediately," Anne announced the prize.

"Losers," said Johnny, "get extra time."

To the crying and struggling to stay standing Charlie's surprise, his brother was the first to fall. With a strangled cry of "Shit, shit, shit!" he sat down hard, upping the pain in his already very sore bare behind. The two stage attendants quickly had him on a gurney, wheeling him offstage to have his shoes removed and wounds treated.

Tyler was the next to go down, right after Freddy. "Fuck, I can't stand up anymore, my feet are killing me!" he shouted out as he sank to the stage. As with Freddy, he was immediately whisked off stage for some much needed attention.

Charlie was finding each step harder and harder to take, his pace growing slower and slower. But with only one other boy, Austin, left standing, he was more determined than ever. He would finally show his brother, his sister, his parents, his best friend Tyler, and everyone else that he wasn't a scary cat. He could do this, he would do this!

Austin was being just as determined as Charlie. No way was he going to suffer the embarrassment of a little shrimp of a kid like Charlie handling pain and suffering better that he did. Austin was older, bigger, stronger and in his mind much tougher than Charlie. The thirteen year old very much dreaded the humiliation that would befall him at the hands of his peers if he let a little eleven year old pipsqueak beat him at this game. A pipsqueak who was still a hairless little boy between the legs. By contrast, Austin's genitals hanging beneath his small bush of pubic hair were well on their way to being man-sized. Austin's teen pride was at stake here, he had to win no matter how much he hurt.

Meanwhile, Charlie was continuing his own slow circuit, one stumbling step after another. He nearly collapsed several times, but managed to find the fortitude to right himself. His heart pounding wildly, the extreme levels of adrenalin coursing through his body was the only thing giving him the strength to continue. That, and the certain knowledge that could do it, he had to do it, he would do it.

Slowly but steadily, than ever more rapidly, Austin's resolve evolved as the intense pain overpowered all his senses, sapping his remaining energy. With a sudden howling scream of "I can't do this anymore," he sat down. "I quit, I quit," he wailed over and over. Like the other two boys before him, he was removed from the stage for medical care.

That left only Charlie still standing and walking. He had done it, he had shown his brother, everyone, that he wasn't a scary cat. He had done it!

"Our Last Boy Standing is Charlie," pronounced Johnny as thunderous applause rained down. Charlie raised his arms in victory, immediately wincing at the added pain this caused him.

"Charlie," Anne gently told the victor, "you can sit down now till they get you on the gurney." In relief, the still crying but also smiling Charlie did so. As the gurney was wheeled toward him, Judge Nichols came over to him. "Congratulations, I knew you had it in you," she told him as she cut the red band off his wrist.

"Charlie is no longer a Nudie Juvie," Johnny again announced the winner's prize.

"For being the first boy down," Anne began announcing the losers' fates as the end credits rolled, "Freddy has four extra days added to his Nudie Juvie time."

"Tyler gets three extra days," said Johnny.

"And Austin gets two more days," Anne gave the runner up's penalty.

"Thank you for watching Last Boy Standing," said Johnny as the credits and the show ended, "and see you next time!"

The End