Worse Than Shameful: No Need For Modesty_New June 14

[Trundle]

So , so happy to see this back after a short break.

Interesting to see Marie more and more notice the boys being quite unfairly treated and made to be naked against their will, is she going to make a stand at this Boys be Bare games event or will she be too scared to speak up?

Great to see this back. Hoping for more games and embarrassments for Chad and especially Bradley!

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 42. Event Two: Sack Races


So far only one event had been staged at the Boys Be Bare games, the Egg Toss. That event was every boy for himself. The second event
required the Gladiators to form pairs for the Two-Person Sack Race. I was not surprised when my brothers teamed up as a competing pair. Out in
the open field, not far from where the bonfire had been lit the night before, six orange cones marked the starting location for the six teams. A
pair of stakes with a ribbon tied to them marked the finish line.

The spectators gather near the finish line, and the twelve boys make their way toward the orange cones. Mrs. Whipple gets each pair to stand
in front of a cone, these placed with three feet in between each cone. The distance from cones to finish line is 100 feet. The teams of two
are:

Bradley and Chad, my brothers.
Harvey (13) and Andrew (13).
Preston (15) and Dennis (16), the oldest pair.
Branson (12) and Jamison (12).
Forrester (14) and Nazir (14).
Wilfred (15) and Aaron (15).

Laid down on the ground next to each cone is a tan burlap sack. The boys take off their Roman gear, and each naked pair gets into a sack.
I could see why the pairings were made the way they were. With most pairs being contestants of the same age, each pair was of similar
size and weight. That made sense when I saw how uneven my two brothers looked standing side by side in their jumping sack. The height of
the sack came to just below the hips on the older boys, and just above the hips on the younger ones. Chad and the other younger Gladiators
are short enough the sack covers their dicks and ball sacks. These can be seen on the taller boys.

Mrs. Whipple blows a whistle, and the sack race is on. Six pairs of boys jump forward. Hop hop hop...they all go up and down. The bigger boys,
the ones taller and more exposed, have their dicks flopping up and down. Jumping together with cocks flopping together in unison is the key, jumping at the same height and distance. If one goes too fast or jumps farther than his partner, the pair comes crashing down to the ground. I immediately saw there is a problem with my brothers. Being so far apart in size, Bradley kept jumping too far, or Chad couldn't jump equally
high. Several times they got their feet tangled up inside the sack and they crashed to the ground.

Once again it was a feast of bouncing balls and dicks and hopping up and down is all each pair can do. Wilfred and Aaron were doing great,
but Aaron lost his grip on the sack. The sack fell down around Aaron's lower legs, tripping him first and Wilfred flops down after him. This
two-person sack racing is not as easy as it sounds.

Many of the teams had one or more mishaps. Wilfred and Aaron took the lead, but even they took a spill, so it was anybody's game. Nazir with Forrester then temporarily took the lead. Next to me the other girls were jumping up and down, cheering on their favorites, calling out their names. Preston and Dennis caught up to the leaders, and then I saw something unexpected. Dennis let go of the sack with one hand, and he used that hand to reach out and give Forrester a shove. The extra momentum sent Forrester and Nazir sprawling to the grass. This so surprised Forrester that it took him a while to get up.

I was glad to see my brothers not lagging behind but actually passing up some of the other contestants. Even though Bradley didn't want to
be in these events, he was giving it everything he had. He's very competitive once the action begins, though he often complains about everything.

Preston and Dennis finished in first place. Wilfred and Aaron came in second. My two brothers came in 5th place, and coming in last is
Nazir and Forrester.

Preston and Dennis, after crossing the finish line, let go of their burlap sack. Hopping out of the sack, the two of them continued to jump up
and down as if what they won really mattered. I suppose it did, though I wondered if I would be so happy in their place. Would I be thrilled
to be seen naked and jumping up and down while a hundred boys cheered me on? Would I be happy about it if being here is not by choice?
Anyway, being able to see Preston's thick and hearty penis flopping around was quite a sight to see. I'd be able to hear it going thwack thwack
on his body as it bounced off his thighs or tummy if the girls around me weren't squealing so much.

Preston and Dennis were awarded first place points. Nazir and Forester then had to prepare themselves for punishment.

While ten contestants retrieved their Roman armor and shields, the two losers were made to stand near the crowd, unable to get their clothing
or cover up. Dorthea brought over some interesting objects. I could not tell what they were until I saw the things attached. She placed an
adjustable ring around Forrester's nutsack, and then she did the same to Nazir. Dorthea then announced that a two-pound weight will be
attached to the ring. As soon as the weight was attached I could see their balls pulled down an inch or so. Nazir already has low hanging
balls, the added two pounds making his sack hang down several inches lower than the tip of his penis.

A second sack race is then run by the two losers. Run to the cones and back. Not a big deal, as the distance is not that great. However, with
the added baggage of two pounds pulling down on the testicles, the sack baggage race must not have been fun at all. Forrester got to the cones
and back first. The faces of Nazir and Forester were beet red, and they were sweating. The weight and ring were removed from around
Forrester's sack. Nazir must remain in punishment until the start of the next event, meaning another hour with the extra baggage on his balls.
He was also not allowed to put anything on.

Shortly after the sack races, I spotted Nazir standing by a tree. He was looking quite miserable. Nobody else was near him, not even his
handmaiden. I went up to Nazir, and I offered to "give him a lift". Nazir could not lift the weight up himself, having been given instructions
not to touch it. You should have seen the relief that came over Nazir's face when I lifted the two-pound metal weight. He was so thankful
and said so several times. However, I was not doing this just out of the kindness of my heart. I told him I would hold the weight up in exchange
for him telling me how he got mixed up in this Triple B stuff. He actually paused to think, needing to consider which is the worse punishment, weighted balls or having to tell me his story.

[TeenFan]

Worse Than Shameful
Chapter 43. Nazir's Story, Part One


As much as I enjoyed getting an extended and close up look at everything Nazir had to offer, I was somewhat saddened and disturbed to see such
a cute and nice guy upset and hurting. Who wouldn't be upset under such circumstances. The embarrassment at being singled out for this
punishment must be tremendous. I had no clue as to what makes a boy's balls hurt, but it was obvious the extra couple pounds of weight dragging
his testicles down toward the ground was causing him some distress.

After a moment to consider, Nazir accepted my offer of holding the weight up. This was in exchange of having to answer my questions. I wanted
to know more about this tall, semi-dark, and handsome guy. I did have a hard time getting my end of the conversation going, as I was distracted
by my fascination with his body. Nazir's shoulders were broad, the waist super small. My brother Bradley looked bigger in the waist and hips. It
was an intriguing look, and I later learned he had the perfect build to be a swimmer or tennis player.

Being fourteen, he was smooth except for three places, two under the arms and above the base of the penis. As I held the metal weight I could
look to my heart's content. His pubic hair was different from brother Bradley's. Bradley's hair is black down there but only curls a little.
Nazir's pubic hair was a combination of wavy with extra curl, then I noticed it matched the hair on his head, and I realized what an exotic look
those Middle Eastern genes gave him. Looking into his light brown caramel-colored eyes didn't help. They were both dreamy and sad. How could
any guy so blessed with great looks not be happy all the time?

"You having a good time?" I asked. This was met by the sound of silence for about a minute.

Nazir shrugged, "Maybe it will be fun to win this thing. But I don't know how anybody can be a winner...not with what we have to put up with."

Okay, so he isn't happy about the present and I couldn't really blame him, so how about the past. "How did you get into this organization? I'd never heard of it until a couple days ago." I waited for him to give me the answer. There was a long pause before he finally got to telling me
the whole story.

* * * * *

"Last summer the company my mom works at asked her to go on a business trip to France. It's an interior decorator company, a prestigious one,
and several people high up in the sales and marketing department can go on a company paid tour to see the different ways the French decorate their own houses and businesses. My mother got so excited by the opportunity. On this trip there would be plenty of time to see some museums and other places. To make it even better, one family member could be added, and I was told I'd be accompanying my mom on the trip.

It was a small group of us that went, the vice-president of marketing with her top two assistants. We had to travel light, could only bring one
suitcase. Just outside the boarding area to get onto the airplane, I got to see my fellow travelers for the first time. Our party is three moms in their forties, each of them with a teenage kid. I was the only boy and being only thirteen I was nervous and intimidated by the two older teen
girls that were part of the group. Joining us for the trip is a tour guide. This tour guide was Mrs. Whipple...yes, that woman who owns this
ranch we are on right now. She said she knew all the cool or trendy places to go which the typical travelers can't find.

France was just as nice as I thought it would be. I got to try new foods. My dad is half French, half Lebanese. I got to try some dishes I'd heard
him speak of but never tasted before. This was all great, but the moms had their business touring to do, and the younger ones of the group were not so interested in that. Neither the other two girls or I wanted to be dragged to see old building and other people's homes. I could care less about wallpaper or furnishings. We were given time each day to do our own exploring, just us younger ones, choosing what to do being our business. Both the other girls are a couple years older than me. They decided where to go and I was happy to follow. One of them was the
more dominant decision maker. Her name was Delilah...Yep, that's right. It was the same girl who is one of the Handmaidens for these games. Well, it was the first time I'd seen these girls. Angelita is the name of the other one, and she was nicer but not as hot as Delilah. I guess it's safe
to say...since you are saving my ass, I mean my balls right now, that Delilah could make me get an instant hardon just by smiling at me.

The first time we got to be by ourselves in Paris I was taken to a Swedish Massage parlor and sauna. At the check in desk each of us were given a towel. The girls got a large towel. I was handed one a whole lot smaller. The first step is to take a shower. I was so nervous when I left the changing room with nothing on but that towel that could barely wrap around my waist. Walking around a public space with other people going
by me, scared my towel might fall off, I was all tense inside. Delilah wanted us three to share a small sauna room which could be paid for
in advance for a time of half an hour. There was only room for four people to sit in that sauna room. The two girls sat on the upper level
and I got the lower bench. Being so undressed in the presence of two older, very good looking gals had me thrilled and excited...too excited,
as I was getting a hardon and was afraid the girls would notice it.

I admit the sauna felt awesome, but I kept looking down to see if my boner was showing. Several times when I got off the seat to add water
to the hot rocks, they made grabs at my towel. I didn't want to be seen that way. Like come on...I'm thirteen. I wasn't little down there
anymore, but I didn't have much hair yet, not enough to impress anybody. One tug by Angelita nearly had me completely exposed. They got a glimpse of my butt as I grabbed the towel just in time to keep it from falling to the floor. I was actually glad to get out of there when our 30
minutes were up. The air was so cool and made me shiver when we stepped out of that steamed up sauna. I thought we were done, but Delilah took me back to the service desk.

"I want to pay for a full body massage...it's for my brother here", she said, pointing at me.

Delilah calling me her brother had me confused. Why would she do that? Both girls smiled and waved at me when the massage professional
came out to fetch me. That woman looked like a warrior of the Amazons, tall with blond hair, and perfect. I felt another surge of tingling going
on in my nether regions. I looked down to see that bulge again. The Amazon massage woman caught me looking down at myself. She too looked down, and when she looked up again, she gave me a knowing wink.

"Is the little man ready for his rubdown?"

I didn't know what to think as I was taken by the hand to be led into another small room. I heard one of the girls laughing behind my back, and
I think it was Delilah. When the door closed, I felt all hot and steamed up again like I was back in the sauna. I was scared to be touched by a
woman. When I was living with my dad things were more strict, more conservative and traditional. Men and women didn't do hardly anything together where my dad grew up. He did go to the Turkish baths, but males are separated from females. A man gets his rubdown by another man
at those baths. It's just the way it was.

The Swedish massage woman must have been about six feet tall. She could most likely crush me. "You want deep tissue massage, ja?" she said
to me. All I could say back was "Yes ma'am".

She had me lie down on the table, face downward, and she went to work. I got pulled this way and twisted that way. I thought I was being
pummeled by a sumo wrestler with the hand slaps making my body tremble and shake. The whole table shook. Then her fingers dug in like claws. I got the back done and then the legs and it was time to turn over. I lifted myself up and rolled over. I noticed the towel was so loose that it
nearly fell off!

I tried to tighten the knot, but the masseuse put her hands on my shoulders ending my attempt to better secure the towel. I was also suddenly
aware how short the towel happened to be. It only covered the upper part of my legs. I feared what might happen when she began to beat
the snot out of my body again. The giant blond warrior goddess was so gentle on my chest, her hands feeling like buttery goodness. Facing
upward I could smell her. It was something sweet and exotic like incense covering up the slight aroma of a woman working up a sweat. Sweet
perfume and sweet sweat, the combination is intoxicating. Unfortunately, it made my penis stiffen again. This all felt so wonderful that I really didn't care anymore if the big blond Swede could see the bulge pushing the towel up.

Her hands were magic. Large, firm but gentle, she rubbed the tension from my bones and muscles. I relaxed and got aroused at the same time,
my penis pressing up while my arms, shoulders, and chest got rubbed down. Even when those hands massaged my stomach I didn't get the
tickles. Still, there is movement side to side and up and down when those hands push me this way and that. I noticed, but could not react
when I felt the knot of the towel give way. The masseuse momentarily paused when she noticed the front of the towel lurch upward. With the
loosening of the towel it got pushed up by something with more force and tension. It was tenting upward! I closed my eyes. Whatever happens...happens.

Just then, at a terrible time for it to happen, the door opened. I opened my eyes to see Delilah and Angelita come into the room. Their faces
were all grins as they stepped in.

"He's our brother. The desk attendant said family members can be in here during a treatment."

I couldn't believe what Delilah said. She told a bold-faced lie, and the masseuse said to come on in without questioning why we didn't look like
we are siblings. The large Swede motioned for them to come in the rest of the way.

"I was about to start on his legs. Your cute brother has a wicked muscle twitch near the thigh that needs some work."

[Trundle]

Really enjoying hearing about how these different boys ended up here, it's nice to get all these various backstories of humiliations for the poor boys. Nazir was really set up by the girls here, very wicked of them

Can't wait to get to part 2 of this massage.