Worse Than Shameful: No Need For Modesty_New May 28

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Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 34. It's Better to be Dressed than Undressed


It turned out my older brother wasn't the only one who tried to cheat. One by one, each contestant had to submit to a visual uniform
inspection. Mrs. Whipple even did an underwear check, not to be sure the boys were wearing undies, but to make sure they weren't!

As a relative of one or in this case, two of the contestants, I was allowed to be in the tent with mom when the names, ages, and readiness
to compete was called out by Dorthea, the treasurer of the Triple B. I got to watch with growing excitement, as Mrs. Whipple lifted up
the Roman gladiator leather-like skirt, lifting it high to show those of us watching a quick glimpse of each boy's dick. With such a
variety of ages represented on the stage, some of these boys had pubic hair and full-sized dicks, and some were still small and hairless like
my brother Chad.

At eleven, Chad is the youngest of the twelve. Some stocky kid named Dennis is the oldest at sixteen. Dennis's dick was short and thick, big
of balls and thick of pubes, but for some reason he didn't turn me on even though he was the oldest. All of the contestants were in good
physical shape, none being ugly, fat, or overly skinny. Though the glimpses of each boy's genitalia were brief, I was able to make a mental
list of which boys I liked best after a first impression. Not surprisingly, I concluded the one I liked best was the body I had seen the most of,
and that was the tall, slender, athletic, body of a model with the face of an angel...Wilfred, who it was announced is fifteen years old.

While this inspection was going on, I saw Delilah at the whiteboard. She was adding the age next to the names on the list. But getting back
to the business of the uniform inspections, Bradley wasn't the only one caught with an unauthorized article of clothing on. One of the boys
near the end of the line was also found to be wearing underpants under the skirt. It was Harvey, a thirteen year old. Poor Harvey still had
on his tighty-white briefs. Another delay ensues as Mrs. Whipple berates Harvey for being improperly dressed. Harvey will join Bradley
after the inspection is over in finding out what the punishment will be.

If this was a beauty contest, Wilfred would get my vote, but though Nazir was totally opposite the blond demi-god in appearance I thought
he got second place. Nazir had jet black hair in tight curls. His skin is lightly tanned, and I asked mom about his features such as a sharp and prominent nose. Mom said Nazir had classical Mediterranean looks that can be seen from North Africa to Lebanon. Nazir is the same age as Bradley, but with a penis that is longer, more slender, the patch of pubes darker and thicker than my brother's. The main difference I noticed
with Nazir is his balls seemed to hang down more than the others, but the glimpses were short, and more research would be needed.

Twelve contestants were inspected, and two were found to be insufficiently ready, meaning slightly overdressed. Ten were dismissed, and
these boys quickly exited the tent with their family and friends. Bradley, Chad, my mom and I remained behind. Not surprisingly, Bradley looked concerned. He and Harvey were about to have a little get together with Mrs. Whipple and the others who run this camp.

Dorthea came over to us. "Chad, you did good in your inspection. There is no need for you to remain. You too, Marie. Take your brother
outside. Your mom will remain here. She is the official guardian for Bradley. She must remain for this meeting."

* * * * *

Word had gone throughout the campsites that two of the contestants failed inspection. My brother and I waited just outside the scorer's tent.
I watched as the others gathered. There were whispers among some, shared laughs among others. Being at our first ever gathering of this Triple
B association, I had no idea what to expect.

The whole crowd consisted of around a hundred or so, mostly teenage girls, with a scattering of adult moms and aunts as well. Surprisingly,
there were no adult males. I did see some men get out of their vehicles when those cars parked to unload. But for some unknown reason,
the men are a no-show.

The flaps of the tarp-tent entrance are flipped open. Dorthea and Delilah step out into the open, the crowd forming a semi-circle around them.

"Back away. Get back and make some room," Dorthea says, and the crowd opens up to give way before her.

Not knowing what to do, Chad and I move as the crowd does, as it makes a space for others to exit the tent. The next two to come out are
Bradley and Harvey. Their shields and gladiator uniforms are no longer on them. However, neither one is entirely naked. Bradley and Harvey
each have something attached over their genitals.

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"Ha ha. They got fitted with chastity devices," one of the moms shouts, and this causes a round of laughter to resonate throughout the
crowd, though most of the younger ones look on with confused expressions. I didn't completely understand what I was looking at either.
The thing has a heavy circular ring that went over the top at the base of the shaft, then went around my brother's ballsack. His penis is
encased inside a metal cage. It's stuffed into that cage and has no room to move. I could see immediately the problem that would arise
if Bradley was to become aroused while wearing it. Getting a boner in that thing would be painful, and more so for my brother than
for Harvey. Bradley appeared to be much larger than Harvey did, but they each had their penis stuck into a cage with the same dimensions.

Other than this bizarre shiny chrome device, the only thing each of them have on is a leather strap keeping their wrists tied behind
their backs. Bradley and Harvey look bewildered and scared. Mrs. Whipple and a small group of older women follow the two boys out of the
tent. My mom is the last one in the small line of women. She looks determined, like whatever is about to go down is necessary, though
unpleasant to think about.

"To the whipping post with these two," Mrs. Whipple shouts.

[Trundle]

Poor Bradley! I bet he wishes he'd just removed his boxers now like most of the other boys.

I was sort of hoping he'd be kept fully naked with his penis on full display for the entire camping trip but this chastity device may be even more embarrassing for the boy. I wonder how long he has to wear it for? Will it just be for the whipping or for the entire camping trip?

Fascinated to see where this goes.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 35. Punishment at the Pole


The whipping post turned out to be the camp flagpole, which had three flags at the top, US flag, the State flag, and a banner with three
big blue letter B. This flagpole is situated close to where the stacked wood of the bonfire is ready for the first night's events. The crowd
first gave way, and then followed Bradley and Harvey as Mrs. Whipple and her little gang of Association officers took the two boys to the
place for punishment.

I saw Wilfred run off somewhere, and he was moving fast. I lost sight of him, but not for very long. By the time my brother was being tied to
the flagpole, Wilfred showed up again with several things in his arms. As the crowd of onlookers gathers around, Wilfred handed what looked
like a multiple strap whip like thing to one of the other boys, Dennis the oldest of the gladiators. One more thing he had, and Wilfred handed
what looked like a long plastic or metal stick thing to Mrs. Whipple.

The strap around my brother's wrist is tied to a hook a couple feet above his head. It's loose enough that he can turn around to face toward
the pole or have his back to it. He just can't unhook the strap himself and run off. Bradley is on one side of the flagpole, Harvey on the other.
Harvey looked so scared, and so small. At thirteen, he was nearly a foot shorter than Bradley, and slender like my other brother, but without
Chad's soccer playing legs and firm butt. Harvey looked like a bookworm kid, with longish hair hiding his ears, big round glasses on his nose,
and braces on his teeth. Harvey looks like the kind of kid the big boys pick on on the playground. Now he's being bullied by teenage girls
and grown women.

Mrs. Whipple raised her hand, and the crowd got quiet. "There will be ten lashes with the whip. Wilfred and Dennis, please take your positions."

It looked just like out of an old historical movie, a Roman soldier dishing out a terrible punishment to a slave or criminal. I was horrified. I
was thinking this could really hurt. There was no official countdown, each punisher keeping his own count as he gave the ten whacks on the
prisoner's backside. Swoosh goes the sound of the whip through the air. I expected Bradley and Harvey to cry out in anguish when the straps
smacked their bare skin. I saw my brother flinch the first couple strokes, but when he didn't cry out I realized he wasn't in any real danger.
The whips are not the real thing, made of some colorful straplike material that is more for show than doing damage.

I nearly laughed out loud, seeing the seemingly serious punishment being carried out by a toy that one can buy at a shop for adventurous
sex partners. The crowd seemed to enjoy the show, but I suspect some of them may have been less than thrilled at the lack of actual pain
involved. Ten lashes per person went by quickly. Then Mrs. Whipple told the tied-up boys to turn around and put their backs to the pole.

"This first transgression of the rules is punished lightly. It is a warning to do what you are told and not ask questions. Obey without hesitation.
However...I am not done with you yet. This device you see in my hand comes in handy on a ranch. This is a cattle prod. It takes quite a jolt
to get a thousand pound animal to get a move on. I have to crank this baby up to make the big bad bulls go through a chute for a veterinary
checkup. Lucky for you there is a power setting. Even on the low setting I think it will leave a big impression in your mind as a reminder to obey instructions immediately and properly."

Mrs. Whipple pointed the four foot long prod toward Bradley. She moved her arm, pressing the point of the cattle prod right onto the
chrome chastity cock cage. Sparks fly and I can hear the ZZZAAAP.

Dozens upon dozens of girls squeal and clap their hands. Their faces are vicious, full of blood lust. This is high hilarity for them, and they
love it.

Bradley would have doubled over in pain, but his arms are tied up above his head. All he can do is moan as he tries to raise the legs upward
to protect his crotch. His legs rise up, but he can only keep them up for a second or two before the feet thud down on the ground.

"Owww, Shit" Bradley says, and this causes quite a twittering among the crowd as the teenage girls laugh and mock him.

"He's smokin' hot" I hear a girl shout.
"I love sizzling steak," another says.
"Oh man...his spermies are gonna be fried," says one creative and kinky girl. "I wonder if they'll have extra wiggle when they shoot out?"

Bradley only got the one zap. Harvey is on the other side of the pole, and can't see what happened. But Harvey has a better idea of what
is to come when the Boss Lady comes around with the cattle prod. ZZZAAAP..."OOOHHH Damn" the kid yells out, and I wonder if he can feel
the jolt of electricity all the way through the metal braces on his teeth.

I was laughing when watching Wilfred place the pretend whipping on my brother's back, but the cattle prod electrocution of Bradley's balls
left me speechless. This was shocking. Every part of him that is touched by the metal rings of the chastity device must sting something fierce.
I immediately felt sorry for the two boys. They didn't sign up for this. All these girls laughing as this mean old lady gets her jollies out on
zapping young guys on their boy parts. I didn't know what the right words were to call it, with my insufficient Middle School vocabulary. I'll just
say it again, both my brother and I were shocked, and my mom stands by watching it happen.

Bradley and Harvey are released from their bonds. Their cock cages are not removed, but they can get dressed again in their gladiator
outfits.

[TeenFan]

I did 35 chapters of this story based on only one chapter written by Perseus, a no need for modesty: naked summer.

Finally, a second chapter to that story got posted. There are new themes introduced that I will incorporate into remaining parts of this
story. I hope to resume working on this one in short order.

[Trundle]

Great news that this will be returning.

I've now seen the original story so I get a sense of where the story is heading now. Still hopefully there'll still be some surprises on the way, i'm sure there will be !

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 36. Ceremonial Opening


There were no events for the competitors the first night. The gathering at the bonfire was mainly ceremonial. The crowd is served snacks
and drinks, sitting on folding chairs. The moms, aunts, other older teens got plastic cups filled with various wines. The girls under eighteen
got Cool-Aid or Gatorade, or punch soda. It reminded me how people in Rome would be in a drunken frenzy to watch their favorite gladiators
battle it out, drinking and eating and watching murder and mayhem on the field of battle in the arena. Small plates of egg rolls and lettuce
wrapped shrimp salad thrilled the female guests. At a table set up nearby the boys feasted on BBQ chicken with country style picnic foods such
as potato salad and coleslaw, but they had no chairs forcing them to eat standing up.

After dinner the bonfire is lit. The twelve competitors are brought forward for introductions. Dorthea announces the name of each boy. The
mom of each is also asked to stand up so the two of them can be applauded together, each contestant magnificently dressed in authentic looking Roman gladiator costumes. However, there are two called forth who lack the dignity of the manly garb. Bradley and Harvey have to walk
before the crowd, having nothing on their bodies except the metal cage devices clamped over their genitals. The audience hisses and boos the
two naked boys when the other ten got cheers.

I thought Wilfred looked marvelous. The blond hair streaming out of the silvery helmet made him look more like a Viking than a Roman. His lithe,
sturdy legs looked lovely barely covered by the pleated leather skirt. He's so handsome I could drool. I never felt that way about anybody
before. I was still excited from seeing all the contestants getting into their battle armor when they each had to take their clothes off first,
giving me a quick sneak peak at ten hot guys not counting my two brothers. I always considered Bradley to be good looking, but being the
sister I didn't think of him as hot.

Each of the twelve gets lined up close to the front row of eager onlookers, Delilah helping to make sure each boy stands in the designated
area so there is approximately an equal distance between each gladiator. The sun has gone down, the main light coming from the fire.
Mrs. Whipple then comes out to give a speech. She had changed into a costume as well, wearing a long flowing dress that made her look
like she stepped out of one of those old religious themed movies from the 1950s.

Holding a golden goblet in her hand, Mrs. Whipple acknowledges the crowd of fanatical females lusting after teenage boy flesh.

"Welcome to the Bare Boys games. This annual competition celebrates the beauty of boys, best represented by bare bodies of which you'll
see plenty in the coming days. If you are wondering why these games are done in the buff, it's because we recognize the ancient Greeks were
right. The founding civilization of western European culture had nude training for sports, nude competition in the first Olympics. Almost all depictions of male youth on decorated vases or carved into statues are without the encumbrance of clothing. They knew natural to be best.
We gather here today to celebrate the glorious male body. What reason is there to cover it up when it's warm outside. We reject modernity
when it comes to modesty. Society's trend toward forcing boys such as these to wear baggy swimsuits is preposterous and we will not conform
to what they think is proper. What purpose does modesty in modern society serve but to depress and constrict the Human spirit. The Triple
B members spit on this false and pretentious modesty."

Mrs. Whipple waited for the audience to settle down. She had then on their feet whipped up into a frenzy.

"As you all arrived today, one boy stood out naked and unafraid, helping new members find their correct camping sites and directing traffic.
Wilfred walked among the clothed people, proudly showing what kind of man he is. Not only am I proud of my grandson, but I am also pleased to know he is the early frontrunner to win the tournament, though I assure you all there will be no favoritism on my part."

Wilfred waved in acknowledgement of the applause. Several of the other boys glared at him, maybe wondering if Wilfred will get special
favors or privileges, despite what his influential grandma said to the contrary. Having been naked most of the day, clothing privileges is the one thing he either didn't want or couldn't have. Was the handsome fifteen year old as brave as he appeared? I couldn't wait to see him naked again.

Where Wilfred Whipple looked wonderfully at ease, seemingly comfortable, I could see my brother mostly kept his head downward. He avoided looking at the crowd. The lack of helmet or shield caused him to seem out of place, though nobody complained about seeing two of the
contestants without the ceremonial costume. Almost everyone had witnessed the punishment put on him and Harvey. I heard a number of comments about his body and dick size. The taking of bets was taking place, wagers on who will win. Nobody expected much from Bradley,
who was already at a disadvantage. I had to admit that being naked while others wore armor made Bradley appear weak in comparison, made
him look like a slave among soldiers, especially when his dick and balls were shoved into that small cage that looked so uncomfortable.

The talk of bets, discussion of who the frontrunners are was accompanied by a second discussion I could hear throughout the crowd. The
second matter concerned which boy has the best body. I was happy to overhear that Wilfred was in the running for best body, with Nazir, the
athletic Middle-Eastern one getting a surprising number of early votes, despite Nazir's youthful age of fourteen. One person who got no votes
in speculations on best body or top competitor was my younger brother, Chad. At eleven years old he is the youngest of the twelve and wasn't
turning any heads. I didn't know if that would be a blessing or a curse for him.

Mrs. Whipple continued her announcements, "Each of the contestants will be assigned a guardian, a protector. One girl, called the
Handmaiden will be assigned to each one. This girl will remain near the boy at all times including participating in certain events. The number
one job of the Handmaiden is to ensure there is NO unauthorized masturbation. The Handmaiden is sort of a babysitter and monitor."

The Handmaiden is called out to stand next to her designated contestant. It was all worked out by the moms in advance. My mom made me
Handmaiden for my younger brother. Chad was asked by Mrs. Whipple if he found this satisfactory. Everyone had the chance to request
another. Since Chad didn't know any other girls at the camp, he had no quarrel with me being his monitoring babysitter. Bradley was less
enthused at the one assigned to him. It was Delilah, Dorthea's daughter and the girl who numerous times had tormented Bradley in their
backyard and swimming pool.

I wasn't sure what all of this meant, but I was honored and immediately became jealous of the girl who was assigned to keep a watchful eye on Wilfred. With so many events scheduled for the next day, the opening ceremony is short. The boys have to be sent off to get their beauty sleep, and I had to learn more about what my duties would be.

[Jeepman89]

Can't wait to hear what the duties are.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 37. Responsibilities


The boys were sent to their tent, and up until that moment I didn't know the contestants were going to sleep separated from their families.
Bradley and Chad had pitched a dome tent at our campsite that no longer would be occupied by them. But with so many other girls around
there was a need for tents. Dorthea brought two such girls over, introduced them to me and mom.

"These are nieces of mine, Delilah's younger cousins. This freckled redhead is Ophelia, and she is fourteen. This one with the black ponytail
and braces is Olanna. She is twelve, the same as Marie is, so I thought you girls should get along well.

I didn't get to know those two girls right then. The crowd was dispersed to go off to their tents. Mrs. Whipple announced all moms of the
contestants will remain at the bonfire, as well as each of the Handmaidens. Everyone moves on except for 12 moms, 12 Handmaidens, Mrs.
Whipple, Dorthea and Delilah. We pulled chairs closer to the weakening flames of the bonfire. Some of the moms and selected helpers are
new to this two day event, and we needed to know what to expect.

"Last chance to back out of the contract," Mrs. Whipple says. "You and your sons have signed on the dotted line. We don't want anyone backing
out after the competition has begun."

None of the moms have second thoughts. The leader turned her attention to the Handmaidens.

"I already mentioned the number one purpose of the designated Handmaidens. They are to watch their gladiator like a hawk. They are not to
be alone for very long under any circumstances. There is a latrine building, a large and well-furnished one for the ladies. Not far from that one
is the one for the boys. You let them into the bathroom facility, but don't let them be in there longer than a couple minutes. If they need to
use the toilet rather than the urinal you are permitted to wait outside the door to the stall. If you suspect the one in your charge to be
pleasuring himself...you can check in on him. There is no lock on the stall door."

Several of the Handmaidens giggled at the thought of accompanying a boy into the boy's facility. I realized then just how many of them were
close to my age. Few of the Handmaidens were older teens, most looking like they are around fourteen. I later found out a girl can be a
Handmaiden only once, while the males can compete in multiple annual games.

"Now...besides keeping a watchful eye, each Handmaiden will assist when the event calls for the contestants to have or maintain an erection.
You must be careful while keeping your gladiator aroused. Don't go overboard. If you cause him to orgasm at the wrong time it will prevent him from winning the event. As you know, several of the events have been written down on the board. The others are classified...and sorry, I cannot divulge what these other events are. But keep in mind that there may be an opportunity for each of you to get your hands onto another contestant."

The leader paused while that last bit of news sank in. I was not the only one with a big grin, thinking about who I wanted to get my hands on.

"The Handmaiden will assist in other ways if needed. One of the potential punishments is hands bound behind the back. If your gladiator is
given hands bound punishment that lasts for longer than a few hours, you will be responsible to feed your gladiator. You might have to give
your gladiator a bath under the outdoor shower. You will also have to take care of any other bodily functions that arise...Yes, that means you
might have to be the one to wipe a nose, clean a cut, or even wipe a butt."

Several of the girls grimaced at the thought their babysitting duties included something similar to changing a diaper. I was laughing. Having
two brothers, and sharing a bathroom with them, I had seen my share of bare bottoms and had to put up with stinky conditions, but even I
was not looking forward to wiping my brother's bottom if he ended up not being able to use his hands for a day.

Delilah then brought a small chest to her mother. Dorthea opened it up, then she pulled out a silver tinsel crown for each girl to put on. The
silver crown identified each of us as Handmaidens. A golden tinsel crown was given to each of the moms.

"Handmaidens report to the meeting tent at 9:30 am. Wear your swimsuit. Things are likely to get messy in the first event."

[Jeepman89]

This is heating up for sure!

[Trundle]

Cannot wait to see what the first event is, and indeed what the classified events are too. My imagination is running wild, can't wait to see what embarrassments await the boys.

Will Bradley have his cage removed? I hope so. I imagine Dorthea has certain plans for poor Bradley