The Hard Way

By Aldric

This story is intended for ADULTS ONLY. It contains depictions of sexual activity involving minors. 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.

My apologies to anyone who may have tried to contact me via the comment address I have used for decades. For some reason, mail to Pietar@spamex.com stopped working on some platforms recently. It isn’t spamex’s fault, some email servers still deliver mail to there. But I know for a fact that yahoo does not, mail sent to that address bounces back. Since I don’t know the cause, I can’t get it fixed.

So starting now, those who wish to send me their comments may use pietar_the_fearless@yahoo.com . Note that the underscores are part of the name and must be put in. Sorry for the confusion.

This story depicts minors in unusual conditions that may include unprotected, unsafe sex or extreme humiliation. Obviously, this does not describe real life and should not be taken as such. In the real world, behaviors as described in the story are not acceptable, tolerated, or legal. The reader should never confuse the difference between fiction and real life. This story is fictional.

The Hard Way

Steve and I were cooling ourselves in what we just referred to as ‘the pond,’— a small, relatively clean pool of cool water that got as deep as three feet before falling away into the Smith River. It wasn’t much, but on a hot and humid day it was good enough for us.

It was especially nice as usually we had to share it with several other kids, sometimes even kids who just wanted to splash and scream, but today it was just the two of us, the crimson sky, and a few noisy crows.

I knew somebody was coming down the trail when I heard the crows yelling at them before taking flight to another tree, but I certainly didn’t expect anyone from No View.

My parents would be disappointed to hear me refer to Smith’s Crossing as No View, they said it was disrespectful, but that’s what all the guys from Crest View called those who lived in the valley below.

I didn’t really know much about Smith’s Crossing except what I saw from highway 12 when my parents drove through it to get to the mall on the other side of the valley. But kids at school called it the wild territory, filled with drunken teens who had nothing better to do than screw their cousins or sisters. It was rumored that nearly everyone in No View was related and that there were really only fourteen or fifteen different gene pools.

At any rate, the only time we normally saw anyone from down there was when they were working, which was usually yard work or cleaning. Or at sporting events, where they normally kicked our butts. Except in my sport, cross country running.

There were four of them and I knew one — Flash Cooper, whose real name was Jason. He finished second to me in the finals this year and I had to use every bit of strength and endurance I had to beat him. Even then, I only won by only a bit over one second. He and I were the only two seventh graders on our respective teams.

“Well, look what we have here,” one of them said when they saw Steve and me. “Swimming in a little mud hole like a couple of pigs.”

“You’re one to talk about pigs,” I said. “At least I don’t….”

“Shut up Eric,” Steve said to me.

“Yeah, shut up Eric,” the kid said, mimicking Steve’s voice. The kid looked older than we did, and another kid was just as big. Flash was in the same grade as Steve and I, and the fourth kid looked a lot younger.

“You two boys wouldn’t be skinny dipping, would you?” he asked.

“Why, you hoping to see some dick?” I said. Steve elbowed me in the ribs to try to get me to stay quiet but it wasn’t going to work. I’m not a smart as he is.

“See some dick? From upper crust assholes like you two? I’ll show you some dick.” He unzipped and started to dig for it. “Come on guys, let’s warm their pool for them.”

The other two that I could see also unzipped their pants, but the four of them had spread out around the pool and the smallest one was behind me. I wasn’t sure what they were planning until they started peeing. The big one facing us was too far away, but the one behind us hit me right on the back of the head with his stream.

I stood up and turned just in time to take the last burst from him in the chest. He laughed as he put his tool away. I charged him and he backed up three steps.

“Take him down Reb,” the biggest kid yelled at him. The kid charged at me. He couldn’t have been more than eleven but he was coming at me full speed. I stopped and prepared to swing but wasn’t ready for what he did next.

As he got close to me, he put his head down level with his waist and just kept on coming full speed. He caught me square in the chest, knocking me back into the pond where I landed with a big splash. And he had knocked the air out of me, so it was a good thing the pond wasn’t very deep.

“You little piggies have a nice swim,” the leader said. “If you want to play some more just come on down to the valley. Ask around for Cob or Rooster McPherson, that’s us,” he said, pointing to himself first and then the other big kid.

“Grab their stuff,” he said to the others. He grabbed my bike and looked at the lock before just lifting it over his shoulders and heading down the trail into the valley. His brother grabbed Steve’s bike and the other two had our clothes.

We weren’t naked, — like I said, it was a pretty popular place, so we had bathing suits on. But along with our clothes went our house keys and cell phones. I wanted to race after them but I was having too much trouble breathing at the moment.

Steve came over and helped me to the bank, but he was at least a little pissed at me. “Why’d you have to do that?” he asked. “Now we have to go down to the valley to get our stuff back. Who knows what’ll happen to us down there.”

“We don’t have to go down there,” I said as the pain in my chest subsided. “We just go home and call the cops and tell them our stuff was stolen. My phone can be traced and…”

“We can’t call the cops,” Steve countered. “You’re forgetting something.”

Then I remembered—in the saddlebag on his bike was a small bag of weed. And in my shirt pocket were papers and a lighter. He was right, we couldn’t call the cops. “Come on, let’s see if we can catch up with them,” I offered.

But they had a five-minute head start and we didn’t have shoes. We only saw them a few times through the trees. By the time we were near the bottom of the ridge they were gone.

If ever there were two kids who looked like they were someplace where they didn’t fit in, it was Steve and I. Dressed only in designer bathing suits, we quickly drew a crowd. “Can anyone tell us where the McPherson’s live?” Steve asked.

A girl of about eleven or twelve pushed through the group of kids around us and asked “Who wants to know? Why are you two skinny uplanders looking for them?”

“Because they stole…” I started.

“Because they invited us to come down here,” Steve said.

“Boy, you got some balls saying stuff like that down here,” the girl said to me. Then she reached for the top of my bathing suit and I grabbed her wrists.

The moment I grabbed her wrists, hands as strong as steel grabbed mine. “If you’re looking for a fight you’ve come to the right place. Otherwise, let the girl go and keep your hands to your sides.”

I released her wrists and mine were freed. I slowly lowered them.

“Let’s just see if you’re all bark or if you really do have some balls in here,” she said as she untied the draw string.

I wanted to do something, but surrounded by fifteen or so kids didn’t seem like the right time to start a fight. My bathing suit was pulled down to my knees.

“I think we’ve got a little cocker spaniel here, not a pit bull,” the girl said. “Just little boy balls is all I see.”

She untied a ribbon from her hair and I flinched as she tied one end of it around my dick, right behind the head. I began to get hard but she ignored it.

“Now you can pull your suit up if you want,” she said, and I quickly pulled my bathing suit back up. But she kept hold of the other end of the ribbon.

“I’ll show you where the McPherson’s live,” she said. She walked away, pulling me by the ribbon tied to my dick.

I guess it could have been worse. She could have taken us on a grand tour of the entire town, but she seemed to follow a purposeful path right to one particular house, where she climbed the steps to the porch and opened the front door, pulling me in behind her and leaving Steve to close the door after he entered.

“Cob? Rooster?” she called as we walked through the house.

The two older boys were out back sitting in the shade and came in when they heard the girl calling them.

“Well, I see my sister caught one of our little pigs,” Cob said.

“Can we get our stuff back?” Steve asked.

“Well, that all depends,” Cob said. “Rooster, why don’t you take that pig,” he said, pointing at me, “And I’ll take this one, and let’s see what they are willing to pay.”

“Let your pet go, okay Celia?” Cob said to his sister.

She started to pull my suit down again but I said, “I’ll get it,” and pulled it down just enough to release the end of my dick. But she pushed my hands away and pushed my suit all the way to my ankles and then pushed me in the chest, causing me to fall over. Once I was on the ground, she took my suit off over my ankles.

“Don’t touch my ribbon, I don’t want your filthy fingers smearing dirt all over it,” she said.

“No, I’ll have it off in a second,” I tried, but suddenly Cob had his hand on my balls.

“Unless you want to hear what they sound like when they pop, I suggest you listen to what Celia says,” he said to me.

My dick hardened completely, which made it more difficult for her to get the ribbon off, but she finally succeeded. She scooped up my suit and ran off with it, leaving me standing naked.

“Why don’t we go out back,” Cob said. Out back was about the last place I wanted to go right then but decided not to complain.

“Okay, look asshole,” he said. “I understand trying to look tough in front of your friend, but I’m in the same position here. If I don’t get something good from you then I start to look bad. So here’s the deal. You know Flash, don’t you?”

I nodded my head.

“Flash wants a blow job. Now I can’t let him have one and not let Reb Alcot have one too. So you suck them both off and you get everything back plus a free trip through town. Nobody will harass you. Now I don’t think I’m asking for too much from you considering the way you’ve been running your mouth. So what do you say?”

“No fucking way am I sucking off any of you,” I said, although sitting on his back porch naked kept me from saying it with the tone I wanted to use.

“Okay, that’s fine,” he said, which really surprised me. “It was a fair offer. Now here’s what happens since you turned it down. Eventually you’ll want to make a deal. And each time I offer you a punishment and you reject it the next one will be even worse. So if we’re not dealing then why don’t you move on out to the front porch and wait out there until your friend is done.”

“How about my bathing suit?” I asked. “I can’t go out there naked.”

“As far as your suit goes, that’s up to Celia. But as for going out front naked, that’s up to me. There’s a gate over there,” he said pointing. “I’m going to let the dogs out back here. I’d strongly suggest you be on the other side of that gate before the dogs see you.”

He got up and went inside and I heard the door lock behind him. A few seconds later I could hear a few barks. The kind of barks that big dogs make. I was ready at that point to make a deal if I could, but that was going to be kind of hard if the dogs were chewing on me. I ran for the gate.

He wasn’t lying about the dogs; they both hit the gate just as I pulled it closed. I don’t know what breed they were but they were both big. And when they hit the gate the whole fence leaned over. I thought for a second it was going to fall but I heard Cob call them back. I waited to see if he’d come out but when he didn’t, I moved to his front porch, hoping whatever Steve was doing wouldn’t take too long.

Celia was sitting on the porch. My bathing suit was not in sight. I thought about just leaving, but I wasn’t even sure that I could find the trail heading up the ridge. The only other option would be the highway, and that would require going through Smith’s Crossing naked, walking three miles up the curvy road, and then walking naked to my house. Which I then remembered was locked with my key in my pants pocket. I covered my groin and moved onto the porch and crouched down in the corner.

“Could I have my suit back please?” I asked as politely as I could.

“Maybe,” she said. “Go stand over there and put your hands behind your back.” She pointed to the other end of the porch where the sun was shining. I moved over to where she had pointed.

She took out a cell phone — my cell phone! And she held it up and before I could move took a picture.

“How many people visit your facebook page?” She asked. My parents had warned me to protect my phone but it was too much trouble to have to enter a password all the time so I never set it.

“Please don’t,” I said. The phone could deposit a picture onto my facebook page without entering a password.

“Too late, its already done,” she said. “When your friend gets back I’ll let you have your suit on two conditions. One, you stay here on the porch and don’t cover your tiny little dicky even once. And two, I’ll have a surprise for you before you leave.”

She stood up and walked towards the front yard. “Remember, if you cover up even once you’ll go home naked. You could leave now if you wanted. But if you want your suit, you’ll wait here just like you are now.”

She walked across the grass and crossed to the house on the other side of the street. She knocked and was let in. A few seconds later the curtains in the window upstairs opened. The sun was in my eyes and I couldn’t tell if anyone was there or not but had to assume someone was watching me. My dick began to get hard again. I wondered if she was putting more pictures of me on my facebook page. Or somewhere else.

My skin was starting to get dry and hot and I knew I was starting to burn. I stood there for an hour I think before the front door opened again at the house across the street. Celia and two other girls came out and headed towards me.

“You’re going to burn standing there in the sun,” Celia said when she saw me. “Move over here into the shade.”

Celia went into her house, leaving the other two girls standing there staring at me. Only they weren’t just staring, they were whispering back and forth and giggling. When Celia returned, she had some sun screen.

The girls took care to cover me completely. Well, almost completely. They skipped my groin. When they were done they handed me the bottle and told me to finish. “And we expect to see you cover that little dick of yours really well,” Celia said. “I think you know what we want to see.”

I had a pretty good idea, but I was torn. Jacking off in front of three eleven-year-old girls was about as humiliating a task as I could imagine. But at the same time their hands rubbing all over my body had brought me to the brink. Precum was already dripping down from my dick. I closed my eyes and finished the job, much to the amusement of the girls.

“Next time you do that for us we want you to keep your eyes open and look at us while you do it,” Celia said.

“There won’t be a next time,” I responded. “I’m never coming back here.” At least, not without my parents and the cops. By now we didn’t have to worry about the weed; it would be easy enough to convince them it belonged to the McPherson brothers.

“We’ll see,” Celia said.

The other two girls left to go back to the house across the street. I noticed the curtains stayed open on the upstairs window. Celia went in and came back with some lemonade and water. I got the water. It was warm, but I drank it down just the same. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was.

It seemed like another hour before I heard the gate open on the side of the house and a few minutes later Cob, Rooster, and Steve appeared. Steve was on his bike, but he looked dirty and tired. He was dressed in his street clothes. I wondered what he’d been doing all this time.

“Uh, Cob, now that I’ve had some time to think it over…” I started.

“Save it. You had your chance at a deal. Steve was wise enough to meet our demands. And one of them was that he not tell you what we demanded from him. We’ll call you with another deal in a day or two.”

Celia went in the house and came back with my bathing suit, but rather than give it to me she gave it to her brothers and held a whispered conversation with them.

When they were done talking Rooster went in the house. “Here’s your house key and your phone,” Cob said, handing them to me. “We have one thing to do before you get this back,” he said, showing me the bathing suit.

Rooster came back a few seconds later with some long plastic tie straps and fishing line. He handed one of the straps to Celia and said, “This should do nicely. Go ahead and put it around his sack, right at the top.”

I wanted to stop her but I was afraid of losing my chance to get my suit back since my clothes were not anywhere in sight. Celia wrapped the plastic tie strap around the top of my sack and pulled it tight. It put a little pressure on my balls but there wasn’t much I could do about it then.

Rooster tied the fish line to the strap and Cob gave me my suit. I pulled it on and Rooster pushed the fish line through one of the leg holes. “Come on down here,” he said to me.

He had me stand right behind Steve’s bike as he tied the line off to the back of his seat. I don’t know what test the line was but it was thick and there was no way I’d be able to break it.

“Okay, you guys are free to go now,” Cobb said. “Like I said asshole, we’ll be in touch.”

“Why do you have to do everything the hard way?” Steve asked me when he saw that he’d have to walk his bike home instead of riding it. “If you had just done what they wanted we’d have been out of here hours ago. Now it will take another hour to get home and I’ll be late.”

I tried to see if I could get on the seat but there wasn’t enough slack in the line. My only choice was to walk along behind the bike while Steve pushed it. I kept my hands on the back to make sure he didn’t go too fast and rip my balls off.

We must have made a strange sight as we left the yard and headed back the way we had come. I asked Steve if he was sure of the way and he said he was. But before we reached the trail we came across Flash and Reb who had been sitting in the shade of a tree waiting for us.

Flash pulled out a knife and cut the line where it was tied to the bike. “Go on, get out of here,” he said to Steve.

“No, I want to…”

“You don’t want to wait for him, you want to get going home. Now!” Flash said. “We’ll make sure he gets home okay.”

Steve looked at me and I shrugged my shoulders. He had to choose. We had a good chance of winning if he would fight. Steve is a little plump and out of shape but he would still be more than a match for Reb. And I could at least hold my own against Flash.

But my best friend got on his bike and rode off, leaving me with the two boys from No View.

They waited a few minutes to let Steve get further up the hill. Then Flash said, “Take off the suit.”

I stood there considering my options. I doubted that I could take them both alone.

“Don’t make it worse,” Flash said. “I’m just going to try and help you to build up those puny arms. I’m going to give you a little exercise. So take off the suit.”

I had no idea what he was planning but I noticed that he was still holding the end of the fishing line in his hand. What little chance I might have had would be lost the first time he yanked on the line. I took off the suit.

“Now, pick up those two rocks there,” he said to me, pointing out two rocks bigger than my hands. “You’ll have to leave the key and phone with us I guess.”

I set my house key and phone down and picked up the two rocks he had pointed out. He took his knife and scratched his name in the rocks while Reb took the phone and key.

“Now, here is where you get to build up your muscles. We’ll wait up at the pond for one hour. If you don’t show up, then you can keep the rocks and we’ll keep the suit and toss the key and phone somewhere. If you can be there inside of an hour we’ll trade.”

He and Reb turned and started climbing the hill laughing as they went.

I was barefoot but the trail was mostly grass covered so other than an occasional sharp piece of shale it wasn’t too bad for walking. The rocks, which I guessed weighed about ten or twelve pounds each, weren’t too hard to carry at first, but as time went on, it became harder and harder. And to make it worse, I dropped one and it rolled twenty yards or more back down the hill and almost off a small ledge where it would have rolled maybe all the way back to Smith’s Crossing.

I had to take several breaks and was thinking about just giving up when I heard a splash and some giggling. I set the stones down and made sure they wouldn’t roll before creeping up to see who was there.

I hadn’t realized it but I had made it back to the pond where my adventure had started. And now I knew why four boys from No View were hanging around there. Flash and Reb were sharing the pond with three girls from Crestview. Three girls from my class who I knew very well. And I was naked. My suit was hanging from a bush on the other side of the pond, along with the clothes from the five kids in the pond.

I wondered if they were naked and my dick rose at the thought. But as I watched, one of the girls got up and grabbed something from up by the clothes. She had a bathing suit on.

“Man, who would have thought that Mason and Price would have weed!” the girl said as she lit a joint. That was me and Steve — Eric Mason and Steve Price. “And you say any minute now Eric is going to come up that trail naked?” she asked.

“I’m sure of it,” Flash answered. “He doesn’t want to go home naked, so he’s got to come and deal. But I’ll tell you, he’s got the biggest set of stones you’ll ever see!”

He and Reb laughed.

So that was the deal. I was expected to carry the stones up there and let three girls I knew very well see me completely naked, or go home that way without my house keys and phone.

There wasn’t any way to get past them without leaving the trail, which would be all rock, not a very good idea without shoes. Besides, I’d have to move a long way to the side before I could pass without being seen. I really didn’t have much of a choice.

“Hey, Jason,” I called, using Flash’s real name. “Can we talk?”

“I told you he’d be here,” Flash said to the girls. “You got my rocks?” he shouted back at me.

“Yeah, I got them. But I was wondering, Cob said something you wanted back down at his house. Maybe we could, uh, you know, make a different deal?”

“Wait here a second,” he said to the girls. He climbed out of the pond and started down the trail towards me. Instead of a bathing suit he was in boxers.

“Where’s my rocks?” he asked when he got down there.

“I left them right there,” I said, pointing at them.

“Well, go get them and bring them up. You’re almost out of time.”

“I was wondering, uh, if what Cob said…”

“I don’t know what Cob said to you.”

“He said that you and Reb wanted a blowjob from me. Maybe instead of, you know, letting the girls see me like this, we could make a new deal?”

“Hey Reb! He wants to know if he can blow us,” he shouted up to the pond.

“Sure, if he wants to. Tell him to come on up,” Reb answered. The girls erupted with laughter.

“You bring the stones on up and you can blow us in the pond,” he said to me. Then he turned and started up the trail.

“No, Jason, that’s not what I meant,” I said. My whole face must have been red from as hot as it felt.

“I know what you meant. But now we have a new deal. But I’ll go easy on you. You suck Reb off at the pond and show the girls your stones and you can have your suit back and I’ll follow you home and you can blow me there. Okay?”

“No, that’s not okay,” I said. Wait a minute, can’t we talk about this?”

He turned around and pointed at an imaginary wrist watch and said, “Tick tock,” before he went back to the pond.

Now I was in even worse shape than before. The girls heard him say I wanted to give them a blowjob. My only hope was that they didn’t know what it meant. And surely Reb wouldn’t want to get one with three girls watching, would he?

“Is he really going to do it?” I heard Reb ask. I peeked back up at the pond and saw that Flash was putting his clothes on. While I watched I saw him shove my bathing suit in one of his pockets.

“If he doesn’t, the girls can follow him home,” Flash said. “In fact, I’ll give you his key and cell phone. You can make a video of it on his phone if you want.”

Okay, so I was totally screwed and I knew it. I started up the slope and then remembered the rocks. I went back and got them and headed towards the pond.

With the rocks in my hands there was no way I could cover up. My dick was rock hard as I kept my eyes on the path so that I wouldn’t have to look them in the face as they saw me.

“Here he comes!” April Townsend said, and all three girls started giggling.

“Stand there and let them have a good look at your stones,” Flash said to me. I marched to the edge of the pond and struggled to hold up the rocks as the girls got a complete picture of my privates from just a few feet away.

“Now, I think you asked if you could do something else,” Flash said. “Reb, you ready?”

Reb pushed himself up on the bank so that just his lower legs were in the water. His boxers were tented out. “Yep, I’m ready,” he said.

I dropped the stones and got into the pond. I crossed over to him and put my head in his lap as he pulled his dick out the top of his boxers. He was much bigger than I had expected, but still hadn’t started puberty as far as I could see. But his dick was hard and waiting for me as the girls gathered around to watch.

I couldn’t keep from hearing them as I took Reb’s dick into my mouth. Fortunately, he was either ashamed to actually have me doing it in front of the girls or he didn’t really know what a blowjob was because I was only on him for ten seconds before he yelled, “Cool!” and pushed me off him. He got up and turned his back on the girls.

“That’s so gross Mason,” Gina Hill said to me. “You had a boy’s thing in your mouth.”

“Here,” Flash said to her. “Cut that plastic off his balls for him.” He handed her his pocket knife. “I guess the party’s over.”

Gina made the most of cutting the plastic tie wrap, making sure to give my dick and balls a complete rub down. I couldn’t help it, as embarrassed as I was, I shot off into her hand.

“Oh, you gross little monster,” she said as she dropped the knife to wipe my cum off her hand. The other girls were laughing their heads off. I recovered the knife and finished the job.

Flash exchanged my bathing suit for the knife and I put it on as quickly as I could. He gave me my phone and key.

“I’ll be home in a little while,” Flash said to Reb, but Reb was having none of it.

“Fuck that Flash, I’m coming with you,” he said and he quickly pulled on his clothes.

“Goodbye Eric,” the girls called as we walked away. “Thanks so much for letting us see your stones.” I knew the next year at school was going to suck.

But I was sick the rest of the way home knowing that I was going to have to suck off Flash and probably Reb too as soon as we got there.

But luck was on my side, at least for a while. We no more than got to the house when my mom’s car pulled in.

“Hey, I guess we gotta go,” Flash said. “I’m sure we’ll have another chance to finish this.” He and Reb took off.

“Eric!” my mom yelled at me as the garage door opened. “Move your bike. You know not to leave it in the middle of the garage.”

I looked inside and right in the way of her car was my bike. Somehow it had gotten home without me. And my clothes were shoved into the saddlebags. Calling the police to report being robbed wasn’t going to work.

“Who were those boys?” my mom asked after she parked her car. “They aren’t from around here and they look like the kind of kids who will just get you into trouble.” She had no idea.

But when we opened the back door she was furious. The kitchen was a mess. Debris from sandwiches was all over the counter and potato chips had been spilled on the floor. It got worse, — there was a coke spill on the carpet in the living room.

“You know you aren’t allowed to eat in here,” she yelled. “Clean this mess up. What is wrong with you?”

It took me an hour to clean everything, and then I got to my room and found it had been torn apart too. I started to clean it before my mom saw it.

Now I knew that somehow the kids from No View had been in my house. They had my key for a couple of hours so that part was a no brainer. But the alarm had been set, which meant they had to know the code. And there was only one way they could have gotten that. Steve Price knew the code and he must have given it to them.

I figured that they must have stolen something and started doing an inventory of the important stuff in my room, but only one item came up missing, and it was more valuable than anything else I owned — my book of accounts and passwords.

Now I know what you’re thinking — who would put all of their accounts and passwords in a book, right? Well I did. There were so many and I had to keep track of them. The book was in a locked box hidden on the top shelf of my closet so my parents wouldn’t get to it. But the key was on my key ring, along with my bike key and house key. The lock box was empty except for a single piece of paper that read ‘screwed’.

I quickly logged onto my computer and it asked me if I wanted to log on as administrator or guest. That hadn’t been there before. I entered my password into the administrator account but it didn’t let me in. Then I tried it in the guest account and that didn’t work either. I sat there perplexed and tried entering ‘screwed’ into the guest account. I was in. And I knew I was screwed.

Just then my mother knocked once and opened the door. As soon as she saw the state of my room she freaked.

“Damn it, Eric, how could you cause this much destruction in just ONE DAY? Your father wants you in the garage for something and he sounds angry too. When you’re done there you are grounded. You will clean this house from top to bottom and no computer for two days!”

“But mom, I…”

“No buts! Get your backside out to the garage RIGHT NOW!”

I left the computer on and headed to the garage. I hadn’t even dressed yet so I was still dressed in just my bathing suit.

As soon as I got there I saw what the problem was. My father is anal about his tools. Every one hangs from a special spot on the wall by size and category. Wrenches (Open, Combination, and box), screw drivers (ratchet, Philips head, and flat head), hammers (claw and ball peen) — the groupings went on and on. Except that some of the tools were in the wrong spots. And some were lying on the bench.

Also on the bench was a paddle. I knew about it, how my grandfather had used it on my dad. And my dad kept it when my grandfather died. He’d shown it to me once five years ago and said he’d use it on me if he had to. I had a cousin, the son of my dad’s brother, who got paddled occasionally and my uncle always pointed out how much better behaved his son was compared to me.

“Why the hell is this out?” my dad demanded. When I didn’t answer he said, “Let me see your backside.”

“Dad, I didn’t…”

“LET ME SEE YOUR BACKSIDE!”

I pulled my suit down and let him see it. He must have been satisfied because after just a quick glance he told me to pull my suit back up.

“Your grandfather taught me what this was for when I was your age. I decided I would raise you differently. But I’m starting to question that decision. Clean this mess up and put everything away.” Instead of putting the paddle back in the drawer where he kept it, he walked out with it in his hand.

Things were spinning quickly out of control. I was starting to think the hell with my pride; I needed to settle up with the McPherson’s. Actually, after this afternoon at the pond, I probably didn’t have anything left to be proud of.

When I got back to the house my parents were still fuming. “Dinner is ready,” my mom said. “Go wash up and put some clothes on.”

When I got to my room the first thing I did was go to my computer to check out my facebook page. I had to see what picture Celia had placed there. But before I could get to it my dad came in without knocking.

“Turn the computer off and unplug it,” he said. He stood there waiting so I had no choice. Once it was off and I pulled the power plug he said, “Give it to me.”

I handed him the plug and he looked around at the mess in my room. I saw his face turn red and knew better than to say anything. He saw my cell phone on the dresser and picked it up and put it in his pocket.

“Get dressed and wash up like you were told to do,” he said. “Your mother and I aren’t going to have a cold dinner so we’re going to eat now. Since you want to act irresponsibly, we’ll treat you appropriately. Your plate will be fixed for you and you won’t get up until you empty it, cold or not. Just like when you were eight!” He stormed out of the room.

Age eight, I remember it well even though it was five years ago. I had developed a streak of independence and tried to test it on my parents. I refused to eat certain foods, I refused to do things the first time I was told, and, well, basically I just refused.

My parents tried all the stuff from their child-rearing books, and when none of that worked they resorted to what their parents had used. A little blunt force on my rear and no-nonsense rules. My first meeting with the paddle, just two strokes, but it was all I needed. My independence had lasted a week and ended the day my dad used the paddle.

This time I was pretty sure they weren’t going to try the methods from their books, I could see that even if they hadn’t decided that themselves yet. I washed and dressed and went out to dinner.

My plate had twice the vegetables on it then what I normally would have taken. Cold broccoli is a lot worse than warm broccoli. But I eventually finished it all.

“You can do the dishes later,” my mom said when she checked that my plate was indeed empty. My dad was checking the garbage to make sure I hadn’t dumped it, which I had thought about doing. Thankfully I hadn’t. “Come out to the living room and tell us what’s going on.”

I followed them to the living room. “Nothing’s going on,” I said. “I just, uh, had a bad day.”

“Did you have a fight with a friend?” my mom asked.

Not yet, I thought, but I said, “No. It’s nothing. Everything is okay.”

“Why did you get the paddle out?”

“I didn’t,” I said, but one look at my dad’s eyes and I knew that was the wrong answer. “I mean, I got it out, but not for any reason. Steve had never seen it so I showed it to him.”

“Why would you want to show it to Steve? How did it come up?” my dad asked.

“I don’t remember exactly; it was something about how it would feel.” A weak answer, but I was trying to make it up as I went and I knew I wasn’t doing a very good job.

“Do you want a reminder of how it feels? Is that why you left it out for me to find?”

“No.” That was at least the truth. I really did not want a reminder of how it felt.

“How many friends did you have in the house today?” my mom asked.

“Just me and Steve,” I began, but then I remembered she had seen Flash and Reb and added, “And a couple of kids we met at the pond.”

“And you let them trash your room, the kitchen, spill pop in the living room, and go through my tools in the garage and you just left it like that? Why would you do that?”

“I guess I just lost track of time. I didn’t even know the other two boys had been in the living room.”

“So they were in the house and you weren’t?” my dad asked. This wasn’t going well.

“I was, but I went to the bathroom. They must have gone in there then.”

“Steve knows you’re not allowed to eat or drink in there, why didn’t he stop them?”

“I don’t know. I guess you’d have to ask him.”

“Don’t take that tone with us Eric, you’re on very thin ice as it is,” my mom said.

“Did you use the paddle on anyone today? Or did these other two boys use it?” my dad asked.

“No! Nobody used it! I just showed it to Steve.”

“While you were in the garage Steve’s father called. He said Steve’s backside is red and has some bruises on it but Steve won’t explain them. Apparently, Steve fell down, or at least that’s his answer. So, I’m asking you again, did you or somebody else use that paddle today?”

That was a shocker. Steve never said a word. But if they used it, then he must have been here too. He knew about the box and my book of passwords. Maybe he didn’t give it up as easily as I thought. But my parents were still waiting for an answer.

“We were at the pond and he slipped and fell. He said it hurt, but I didn’t think it was that bad. I didn’t know it was bruised. It’s not like I looked at it or anything!”

“I’m tired of your attitude,” my dad said. “I think you’re hiding something, but that’s your problem now. Go clean the kitchen. Tomorrow you’re grounded — no TV, no computer, and no cell phone. And anything else your mom told you.”

“When I get home tomorrow, I expect to find a perfect house,” my mom said as I walked away. “Every carpet vacuumed, every floor mopped, every counter wiped down. You’ll strip all the beds and wash the sheets and then remake the beds. Your room will be spotless. You will dust everything. Do you hear me?”

I shot her the bird. Well, kind of — I held it up to my chest where she couldn’t see it as I walked away from her. What I said was, “I hear you.”

After finishing the kitchen I went to my room. I desperately wanted to see what they had done to my computer, but that would have to wait till tomorrow when my parents were gone. For as smart as they both were, sometimes they could be really dumb. They took the power cord from my computer, but their computer was still plugged in. And one cord is the same as all the others. I was too angry to just lay there and it was way too early to go to bed so I started cleaning my room. It would take me all day to make my mother’s house perfect.

The next morning I was rudely awaken by my father as he pulled the blankets off me and literally dragged me out of bed.

“Get your ass outside this instant,” he yelled as I became awake.

“But dad, I’m not…”

“I don’t care if you’re not dressed,” he yelled as he pushed me through the house. “I have an important meeting with clients this morning and I’m sick of your actions.”

All I had on was an old pair of gray boxers as he pushed me out the front door. His car was in the driveway. He pushed me right over to it and said, “You clean your mess up and do it fast. And you’ll be washing and waxing the entire car when I get home. I’ll bet you won’t think it’s so funny then!”

On the windshield, in mud, were the words, “Ground this!” and a poor drawing of what I think was a butt.

“Get moving! You have ten minutes and it should only take you five!” my dad yelled. Several other people were out picking up their papers and heading off to work, and there I was in nothing but a thin pair of boxers and some morning wood. And I needed to pee.

I went into the garage and grabbed a brush and the hose. I connected the hose, but I had to pee, so I dragged the hose out to the car and peed on the front bumper while spraying down the windshield. But, of course, my dad came out and saw the extra stream.

“You just can’t quit, can you,” he yelled. “You have to disgrace everything. But I think I know what you need.”

“Dad, I wasn’t doing it to make you mad or to…” but it was too late, he’d already stormed into the house. I finished peeing and put my pecker away and ran the hose to wash it off.

My dad came right back out with the paddle in hand.

“No dad, I just had to pee,” I said as I moved around the side away from him. I didn’t mean to pee on your car.”

He followed me around the side and I dropped the hose and went to the back of the car.

“Freeze mister, I’m done chasing you,” he yelled. “If you take another step it’ll be even worse.”

If any of my neighbors weren’t aware of me being outside before, they were now. I froze as my dad approached. His face was bright red and a vein in his neck kept popping.

“Please dad, it wasn’t a show of disrespect, I just had to pee!” But he was too far gone with anger to hear me.

He grabbed my boxers and yanked them down and pushed me over the back of the car. With my ass bared to the entire neighborhood he began swinging the paddle.

Six strokes and I was broken and sobbing just like I did when I was eight. I leaned on the car for support as my legs felt wobbly.

“Pull your shorts up and get the car done and no more fooling around,” he said. So much for hoping for any sympathy. “Your time is almost up!”

With my ass on fire I brushed the mud off the windshield and rinsed it off with the hose. I finished just as he came back out. “I don’t know why you get these streaks and feel like you have to do everything the hard way, but until you change your mother and I are not going to tolerate ANY disobedience, so you’d better shape up fast!”

He jumped in his car and drove off. I headed for the house but my mother told me to drain the hose down the driveway before putting it back in the garage.

I carried one end to the curb to allow it to drain, but just as I got there a car pulled up and stopped. The tinted window rolled down and Gina Hill stuck her head out.

“Nice undies Eric. Although I liked yesterday’s showing a lot better.”

I looked across as the window started going back up and saw her older sister behind the wheel. They both were giggling as the car drove off.

I looked down and saw that my boxers were wet and clinging to my skin. My dick was outlined perfectly! I hurried up the driveway and began pulling the hose up and wrapping it in a circle. I put the brush back on its hook and the hose in the garage and went into the house.

“Make sure you do what you were told,” my mom said as she grabbed her car keys off the counter. “And no going outside and no friends inside.” She left without even saying goodbye. I kind of wished she’d given me a hug because I really felt like I needed one. But of course, I had been resisting her hugs for a year or more by now, so she hardly ever tried to hug me anymore.

I started out by getting the power cord from my parent’s computer and logging into mine. Of course, I had to log in as guest since I didn’t know the password to the administrator account. I went to my facebook page and saw that two new pictures had been added but only invited members could view them. I was not an invited member so I had no idea what my friends were seeing. I tried to change the settings but found that I was now just a visitor to my own account and therefore couldn’t change anything.

I gave up since there was nothing I could do and shut down the computer and put the cord back on my parent’s computer. I figured I may as well start cleaning before I got into even more trouble.

About an hour later I heard my cell phone ring. Following the noise, I found it in my father’s desk. The incoming caller had hung up but it showed up in the missed calls list. The call had been from Steve. I thought about it for a few minutes before deciding that I would talk to him.

“Hey cocksucker, how ya doing?” Flash answered when I called Steve’s number. “Bet you’re surprised to hear from me so soon.”

“What do you want Jason,” I asked.

“Oh, so we’re being formal again. Okay, what I want is for you to come over to Gina’s house. She said to wear what you had on this morning.”

“I’m grounded, thanks to you. I’m not allowed out.”

“That’s too bad. Because this is your chance to get all of your passwords back. But this deal ends in fifteen minutes. Next time it will cost you even more. Steve misses you and wishes you were here.” He hung up.

I hadn’t bothered to dress, so I was still wearing the old boxers Gina had seen me wearing when her sister drove by. She lived five houses up the street, so it would be embarrassing but not impossible. It was what would happen once I got there that had me worried the most. But I had to have control of my life again. There was too much damage by far they could do with my list of accounts and passwords.

If my parents called to check up on me I’d be screwed, but I had to chance it. Hopefully I could be back quickly and then I could reset the accounts and still have time to do some of the cleaning I was supposed to do. I went out the front door and didn’t lock it behind me. I ran the entire distance and was let in as soon as I knocked.

Flash and Reb were there. Gina was there of course, plus her two best friends, April and Linda. Steve was tied to a reclining chair. He was naked and erect, and looked somewhere between miserable and angry. He had a gag in his mouth that kept him from talking.

“The girls have been keeping him hard for a while now and he’s really getting frustrated,” Flash said. “That’s where you come in. If you want to know the passwords to everything we changed, you have to blow him twice. That’s it, do that and you’re done. Well, you still owe the McPherson’s, but that’s a different event.”

I looked at him and saw his dick twitching. He was ready to shoot at the first touch, no doubt about that. I hadn’t seen him naked since we were about seven and now I was expected to suck him in front of an audience.

“I uh, look, could we maybe…”

“No deals. In fact, you just made it worse for even trying to negotiate with us. So either leave now or do it. And if you stay, I need you to put your hands behind your back.”

I couldn’t come all the way here and then leave and get nothing in return. “What happens, uh, why do you need my hands behind…”

“Just do it asshole!” Reb said. “Damn, you’re always asking questions; always trying to do everything the hard way. Just do what you’re told and you can be out of here.”

“Not unless I can take Steve out with me,” I said.

“What happens to Steve…” Reb began, but Flash hushed him with a wave of his arm.

“You do what you’re told, no more questions, no more hesitation, no more negotiation, and when you’re done you can untie him and take him out with you. You now have to suck him off four times. Got it?”

I nodded my head and put my arms behind my back. They were good with those tie wraps, except this time they used big long ones. Each one was about a foot long and a quarter inch wide. One around each wrist and a third to join them together and my arms were bound behind my back. As soon as my hands were secured, my boxers were pulled down and off. The girls giggled again.

“Now, suck him. Get him to shoot four times, and swallow it each time. Then you’re done.”

I dropped to my knees in front of the chair and leaned over the foot rest. Other than Reb I had never sucked a dick before in my life and I didn’t want to suck this one, but I was committed now.

“I can’t believe he’s going to do it,” April said.

I couldn’t believe it either.

I guess all boys brag about the size of their dick, I know I did and so did Steve. I don’t really know how I measure up because I never really saw any to compare to. But the good news was that Steve was about the same size as me and had just the same amount of hair, which wasn’t much. From this perspective his dick didn’t really look all that large.

As soon as my lips touched him he jerked and a trail of cum hit me just above my lip. Instinctively I licked if off and found that it wasn’t gross. At least not as gross as I thought it would.

The next time I got his dick all the way into my mouth and that was all he needed to shoot. And I could believe they’d kept him hard for an hour by the amount he shot. I got it all down.

“That’s once,” Flash said. “Three more times to go.”

The second time he didn’t shoot as soon as I got him in my mouth and I was stuck with a question I never thought I’d have to think about. I wasn't very sure of what I was supposed to do. Suck on it? Or blow on it. I had no real idea. I moved my mouth around, keeping my teeth from scratching him and thought about where my dick is the most sensitive. Using my tongue to touch those parts of Steve’s dick got a quick response from him and I quickly learned what I needed to do.

But each turn was taking longer to get him off. By the start of the fourth time he wasn’t even hard but Flash and Reb told me to just work on it and it would respond. They were right, but it still seemed like it took fifteen minutes before I got him to cum.

“Not bad, I’m glad you got some experience now,” Flash said. “Okay, I’m keeping my word, you can untie him and both of you are free to go.”

I struggled to even get up. I wanted to ask if they were going to release my arms but I was afraid they’d add some other humiliation if I did. I got back on my knees next to where Steve’s left hand was tied and backed up to it. I had limited mobility and couldn’t see the knot so it was taking forever.

Gina didn’t help when she said I’d better hurry because her sister and three of her sister’s friends would be back soon. Finally, I found the one loop that held the knot tight and got it loose and then undone.

With one arm free Steve pulled the gag from his mouth and helped guide my fingers on the knot holding his other arm. We had that off much faster and he was able to get his legs untied by himself.

“Where’s my clothes?” he asked Reb. Reb picked up a plastic shopping bag and tossed my boxers in it and then ran to the front door and threw the bag as far as he could.

“They’re almost to the sidewalk,” he said. “Next time ask me nicer.”

We stood there for a second to see if they were really going to send us out front naked. Reb made up our mind for us. “If you don’t get out of here now, I’ll toss that bag over the fence of the house next door.”

Reb held the door open for us. I was almost there when Flash said, “Hey asshole. Next time you get an offer for payment, remember what you learned here.”

Steve had already grabbed the bag and was debating on dressing or running. “My house is unlocked,” I said, and he took off running.

Normally I could easily beat him in any race, but with my arms behind my back I was at a real disadvantage. He got there first and burst in and closed the door behind him. I thought for a second that he was going to lock me out of my own house naked, but he opened the door as soon as I got there.

“Sorry, force of habit,” he said. He pulled his clothes out and dressed quickly without saying another word.

“Look, I’m sorry for what happened to you, but it wasn’t my fault. Beside…”

“Like hell it wasn’t your fault. You could have just stayed quiet and let them tease us, but no, you had to make it harder just like you always do. You don’t know what I went through to try and keep them from getting in here, but finally I just couldn’t take it anymore. Even then, I never gave them the code, I turned off the alarm and reset it when we left.”

“Look, okay, you’re right, I should have stayed quiet. But I’m paying a price too. At least you didn’t have to suck me off.”

“Yeah, lucky me.” He stepped towards the door and paused. “Shit, I don’t know why I just don’t leave and let you figure out how to get out of those yourself.” He walked back to the kitchen and came back a few seconds later with a big knife. “Turn around.”

It took him a few minutes to saw through the one that connected the ones around my wrists. “I’ve got to go,” he said as he handed me the knife. “You can get the others off yourself.”

“If it helps, I am sorry,” I said. “I’d still like to hang with you.”

“Not today. I need to think about it.” He opened the door and said, “They hid a couple of microphones in here that are tied to the phone lines. I don’t know what was said when your parents got home, but they do. They’re listening now. There were six of them and they knew what they were doing, this is bigger than just Cob and Rooster. When they call you’d better be ready to do anything.”

He stepped out the door and closed it behind him. I went to work on the plastic ties but the kitchen knife was too big. I needed to go to the garage and get a small utility knife. I decided to get dressed for the first time that day. It took me ten minutes to get the straps off my wrists.

When I got back in the house I happened to notice the answering machine light was flashing. There were two messages. The first was from my mom. “I don’t know where you are but there had better be a fire or some other emergency for you to not be at home where you’re supposed to be. And the house had better be clean when I get there.” It had been left almost an hour ago.

The second one was from Steve’s phone but was Flash calling. “You guys took off so fast you forgot some stuff. It’s a good thing I’m such an honest guy. Call Steve and tell him his cell phone is in his mail box. And I texted the passwords to your cell phone.”

I dialed Steve’s house phone and luckily, he answered. I gave him the message.

I looked at the clock and couldn’t believe how much time had passed since my dad had dragged me out of bed. I didn’t have time to get the passwords, I had a house to clean.

That night I got ten on my bare backside with the paddle for leaving the house when I was grounded and another three days for not cleaning completely. I wondered if the people who supposedly had bugged my house laughed while they listened to me yell and cry and beg my father to stop.

The next morning my father again woke me by pulling the sheets and covers off me and rolling me out of bed onto the floor.

“No more sleeping in until half the day is gone by. You’ve got a lot to do today. And since you showed that you can’t be trusted, I’ve reset all the codes to the alarm system. When your mom leaves she’ll set the alarm. After that if you go out, we’ll know. NOW GET UP!”

I got up and dressed just in case he needed to drag me outside again. He was just finishing his coffee when I came into the kitchen.

“I see you found your cell phone yesterday,” he said, showing it to me. “So today is take your kid’s phone to work day. Remember, don’t open any of the doors or windows or the alarm will go off and you can’t reset it.”

My mom left a little after he did and I was locked in. At least technically. I had long ago figured out how to jumper the sensor on my window with another magnet. I could come and go through my window if I had to. But I didn’t have to, so I had some cereal and started on the list of chores I had been given.

A few hours later I heard a knock at the door. I went and looked out the peep hole and saw it was Steve. I shouted at him to come around to my bedroom.

I had the window open before he got there and explained that my dad had reset the codes for the alarm.

“Good thing for you that you learned how to bypass your window,” he said. “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I was pissed but, uh, you know…”

“Yeah, I messed up. I wish I could make it up to you somehow. I’m glad you stopped by. Do you want to come in? I’ve got a ton of chores I have to get done or my dad will beat my ass again, but you could keep me company if you wanted.”

“Naw, I’d better not,” he said. “Hey, you don’t mean it, about your dad beating your ass, do you? I thought he didn’t believe in spanking and shit.”

“With everything the guys that you let in did and the fact that they found my grandfather’s old paddle that he used on my dad, he kind of had a change of heart. My ass is all bruised and really sore now. I heard you got it pretty bad from the McPherson’s.”

“Only as bad as I let it get. I knew I’d give in eventually, and they knew it too. I don’t know why I held out as long as I did. My dad thinks that you did it to me.”

“Yeah, he called my dad. I think my dad thinks I did it too. That’s another reason he’s willing to use it now. You sure about coming in? We could talk, maybe compare butts.”

“Sure as hell we’d get to fooling around or something and get caught or you wouldn’t get your stuff done. How long are you in jail?”

“I don’t know. It started out just two days but then it got extended.” I paused, hoping he’d change his mind. But he was probably right, it would be better if he didn’t.

“Well, if you want to sneak out for a break, let me know and I’ll meet you. I guess I’d better let you get back to work.”

He headed off and I went back to cleaning. I had no more than gotten started when my mom called to make sure that I was awake and working. She warned me about getting everything done before she got home.

Minutes after I got off the phone it rang again. “Hey asshole, you want to finish with us?” Flash asked as soon as I answered.

“I can’t. My dad changed the codes and I can’t turn off the alarm. I’m trapped…”

“That’s tough. You sure there’s no way? Cause the next offer might not come for several days and will be even worse than what we have planned for you today.”

I didn’t want to play this game any longer than I had too. “Well, the window in my room doesn’t set the alarm off, I suppose I could sneak out that way.”

“Don’t worry about sneaking out, we’ll come there. I hope you learned something from before. It’ll be real important today. One mistake and you’ll have to wait for us to come back. And you don’t want to be waiting. Get naked and unlock your window.” He hung up.

I undressed and the butterflies began to flutter around in my stomach. I couldn’t stand sitting and waiting so I went back to the chores and worked as hard and fast as I could since I didn’t know how long this was going to take.

They arrived a lot sooner than I expected and Steve was with them, so I guessed they must have called from his house. Steve looked as nervous as I was and I wondered if he knew what was planned.

Along with Steve was Flash, Reb, another boy I didn’t know, Celia, and Celia’s two friends from the house across from hers.

The introductions were short. “Shooter, this is asshole. Asshole, this is shooter. You already know Celia, Kate, and Ellyn.” At least now I knew the names of Celia’s friends.

Flash looked at Steve and said, “Strip.”

Steve blushed, but proceeded to take his clothes off.

“They listen real good,” Shooter said to him. “Much better than I thought they would.”

“Yeah, we’ll see. If they don’t then this will be an empty trip, but the next one will be better.”

Once Steve was naked he folded his hands across his groin. Flash ignored it and asked him, “Did you feel like you got screwed because of him? Like his big mouth caused you more pain and embarrassment?”

“Yeah, I guess,” Steve said. “A little.”

“Well, now you get to screw him back,” Flash said. “Girls, grease them up.” He flipped two tubes of something to the girls and Celia came towards me and the other two towards Steve.

“Turn around and bend over,” Celia said to me. Then it hit me. I knew what was about to happen. But I stayed quiet and let Celia spread the soft cream from the tube around my crack. She shoved her finger in my butt as far as it would go, causing me to grunt. It also caused my dick to start to respond.

When she was done I stood up and looked at Steve. He was staring at the ground as the two girls were spreading the contents of another tube on his dick. I don’t think he had put it together yet, but he was getting hard as the two girls rubbed and stroked him.

“Lean over the couch and reach back and spread your cheeks,” Flash said to me. To Steve he said, “He’s all yours, go ahead and screw him.”

Steve finally caught on. “No, I don’t want to,” he said.

“Look, somebody here is getting fucked today, and it ain’t any of us,” Flash said. “So either you start it off or you take his place. The choice is yours. Make the right one.”

I couldn’t see him, but I could sense his repulsion as he slowly approached me. He said “I’m sorry Eric,” as he leaned into me.

It took him three tries to hit the target but when he did I gasped and moaned and he stopped. I thought he was going to withdrawal but I heard a slap of a hand on his ass and he thrust into me as far as his dick would reach. Then it was his turn to moan, only for him it sounded like pleasure.

He grabbed me around my waist and pushed in and out a few times. “Are you okay?” he asked me, but he didn’t wait for an answer. Instead started rocking in and out an inch or so. After a few minutes I felt his legs stiffen and he drove one more time into me. I felt his legs shake as he leaned over my back and I could actually feel his cum as he unloaded inside me.

He was breathing like he’d just run a quarter mile as he pulled out of me. “Shit, Eric, I’m so sorry,” he said, but he didn’t sound like he was all that sorry.

“Okay Reb, you’re up next,” Flash said. I heard him giggle as he said, “No fair looking Ellyn,” and in a second he was on me. There was no slowness, he just drove right in. However, his dick was much smaller than Steve’s had been and I hardly even felt it. He rocked back and forth for a few minutes before he pulled back out. I don’t know if he climaxed or not, but he seemed really happy.

“Shooter, just like I promised you,” Flash said.

“Uh, the girls, — you think maybe…”

“Girls, go find somewhere else to be,” Flash said. They took off to the kitchen. I thought the oddest thought considering what was about to happen — I hoped they wouldn’t make a mess.

I could hear him smearing the lubricant on his dick before he came up behind me. “This is going to be fun,” he said, although I didn’t expect I was going to enjoy it quite as much as he would.

At least he took his time entering me, but once in he didn’t waste any time riding me. And I quickly had a guess for why he was called ‘shooter.’

Then it was Flash’s turn. “From now on you’ll never beat me in a race again,” he said as he started into me. “You’ll always remember this moment and that’s all the edge I’ll need.”

Once he was done Flash asked if anyone wanted seconds and of course Reb jumped right up. Shooter also took another ride, and Flash told Steve to do it whether he wanted to or not.

Once they were all done with seconds, Flash told me to stand up and clean them. At first I thought he wanted me to lick them clean, but he tossed me a cleaning rag and said to get all the grease off of them.

Once all but Steve were dressed again (Flash told him to stay naked) the girls were called and they all left except for Steve.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“You said that.” I made a decision not to be an ass about it though. “They made you. They would have fucked you and then me anyway. How did it feel?”

“It was fantastic!” he said. “I mean, uh, you know, it was…”

“I get it — fantastic. I know I deserved it, but any chance you’d let me find out?” I was erect, and more curious than I ever thought I would be.

“Uh, I, oh, what the hell. Just go easy, okay?”

He took my position over the edge of the couch and I used some of the lubricant from my own ass to grease up and gave it a try. He was right, it was fantastic.

“Uh, can I take a shower or something?” he asked when I was done. I told him to use my bathroom because I hadn’t cleaned it yet.

After the water stopped it was a long time and he was still in there so I knocked on the door to make sure everything was okay. He opened it and surprised the hell out of me. He had it all wiped down and spotless. “I guess you probably need some help getting it all done.”

With his help I was able to have everything done and take a shower of my own before my mom got home. Everything was cool — as soon as I got my cell phone back, I’d get my computer accounts changed over and maybe my grounding would end. And it sounded like I was finally done paying the guys from No View for my big mouth. All I had to do was stay clean for another day or two.

At dinner my mom didn’t comment on how good a job I had done. She looked at my dad who said, “We’ll talk about it after dinner.” Something was up, but I had to clean the dishes first.

“Have a seat Eric,” he said after I was done in the kitchen. “Did you stay home like you were told?”

“Yeah,” I said. It was nice to be able to say it without lying. “Not that I had much choice.”

“So the alarm was set and there was no way for anyone to get in or out, is that what you mean?”

Okay, so now I was going to have to lie. “Yeah, unless you know something I don’t.”

“I think it’s you who knows something I don’t know. Like how you did it.”

I looked at him. I was hoping he was baiting me because unless a neighbor saw something there was no way he could know.

“Let’s see the pictures Jim,” my mom said to him.

“I visited your facebook page today,” he said as he got up. He opened his briefcase and took out some papers. “It caused me to call your mother and discuss it.”

“If nobody could come in or go out, then how did this get taken?” he asked as he slid the first picture over the table to me.

It showed my back as Celia spread the lubricant on me. Only it had been cropped so that you couldn’t see what she was doing, only the top half of my ass was in the picture.

“Oh god, that’s disgusting,” my mom said after she grabbed the picture from me and looked at it. “You’re thirteen, and she can’t be more than eleven! Were you really naked? Right there in my living room? Are you that depraved?”

How could I answer a question like that from my mother? “No, I wasn’t naked,” I lied. “She just pulled down the back of my pants a little.” I could feel my ears burning. “She wanted to see, you know, after dad paddled me.”

“How about this picture?” my dad said, handing another one to me. My mom gave me a few seconds to look at it before taking it. “Is that boy naked?”

It showed Shooter. At the time the picture was taken his dick had been in my ass, but the picture didn’t show anything below his waist.

“No dad, he was not naked. We were just wrestling. Nobody was naked!”

“Watch your tone,” my mother said.

“You’re sure about that? Nobody was naked?” my dad asked. He still had a picture in his hand but he wasn’t offering it to me.

I thought through my options as quick as I could. If I changed my answer and the picture didn’t show anyone naked I was in big trouble. But if I stuck to my story and the picture did show something then I’d still be in trouble, but at least I could justify lying.

“Nobody was naked. The girls saw my butt. That’s all.”

“There was more than one girl?” my mom asked. “How many people did you have in my house today?”

“Six,” I answered. I really hoped the last picture didn’t include Steve because I was going to leave him out of it.

“And none were naked,” my mom said. I wasn’t sure if it was a question or a statement so I didn’t say anything.

“Well, this boy certainly is,” my dad said as he slid the last picture over. It showed Reb from the side. He was turned just a little to the side so all you could see was his side and half his butt, but it was obvious he was naked.

“I didn’t know he was; I never saw him. He was just a little kid; I think he was the little brother of one of the girls that was here.”

“Who are these people?” my dad asked. “Where did you meet them, and why were they in the house wrestling with you when you were supposed to be grounded. And why was the little one naked?”

“They’re just some kids I met at the pond the other day. I don’t even know their real names, they’re from No View — I mean Smith’s Crossing. The one wrestling with me is called Shooter, and the girl is Celia. I think the kid’s name is Reb. I have no idea why he was naked.”

“Well, I’m going to ask around and see if anyone knows who these kids are,” my mom said. “But it’s obvious you can’t be trusted so for the rest of your grounding you’re going to have a babysitter. I’ve called around and found a girl just up the street who is more than willing. Her name is Gina Hill.”

“No mom! Not her! She’s the same age as me.” I especially did not want Gina to be in charge of me. “Can’t I stay at Steve’s house where his mother can watch me?”

“And then she’s grounded too? Gina sounded very mature when I spoke to her today. And I don’t care if her being your babysitter embarrasses you.”

“And I’m going to make your backside glow, just in case you want to show it off to her tomorrow,” my dad said. As soon as we were done he used the paddle again, but I don’t need to tell you about that.

The next morning I was once again woken up rudely. I didn’t bother to dress, so I was sitting in the kitchen eating a bowl of cereal when I heard my mom say, “I think he’s in the kitchen.” She walked in with Gina, who looked at me and smiled.

“He’s not to leave the house or have anyone over,” my mom said. “If you have any trouble you can either use the paddle on him if you’re able or just call his father or me and one of us will come home and take care of it. Are you sure you’re up to this?”

“Oh, yes Mrs. Mason, he won’t be a problem. Would it be okay if I had a friend or two over?”

“I’m sure that will be fine,” my mom said to her. “He’s been sneaking around and doing who knows what. By the way, do you know any of these kids?” She showed the pictures to Gina.

“No, I’ve never seen them. I’m sure they don’t go to our school.”

“Eric said they live down in Smith’s Crossing and he met them at a pond.” Meanwhile I suddenly remembered that I had nothing on except for my old pair of boxers. I made sure the tablecloth covered me and hoped they would go somewhere else so I could make a dash for my bedroom.

“Were you two naked?” Gina asked me. “It’s for sure the one boy was.”

“No, I wasn’t naked and I wish people would stop asking me that,” I answered.

“What did I say would happen if you were rude one more time?” my mother yelled. I didn’t answer and she asked again, louder.

“You said you would paddle me,” I said. “But mom…”

“And I meant it. Go and get the paddle.”

“But mom, look, uh…”

“If you don’t go now and bring me the paddle, I’ll double it,” she said. Gina was smiling and it was clear to me she was enjoying this. “In fact, I’m going to let Gina take care of you so that I can finish getting ready for work. But if you give her any trouble…”

She didn’t finish, but the implication was clear. I stood up and blushed as she saw what I was wearing and her smile got wider. I ran to my room and brought the paddle.

“Please Gina, my backside hurts too much already,” I said. I was prepared to beg.

“If you let me do it on the bare, I’ll go easy,” she said softly so my mom wouldn’t hear her. “But it’ll still hurt enough to make you cry.”

I was pretty sure I was going to end up naked at some point anyway, so I went ahead and dropped my boxers. I leaned over the couch and she hit me six times. The first two were as hard as my dad hit, but each one after that got lighter. She was right, I was crying before she was done.

I pulled my boxers up just as my mom came back in. She walked over and pulled the back of them down. When I complained she said, “You didn’t mind letting that little girl see your butt, so hold still. I think two more will do it,” she said to Gina after seeing my butt.

She stood there and watched and Gina gave me two more that were almost as hard as the first two. They left me howling.

“Don’t take any lip from him at all. Feel free to use that if you need to or to just call his father or me,” my mother said. “The numbers are on the table.”

She grabbed her purse and left and Gina watched out the front window until her car was out of sight.

“Okay little boy, lose the boxers. You’ll be naked when I’m here.”

I stood there, not believing that it had already gotten worse than it was before. All this just because I mouthed off to a kid from down in the valley? It didn’t seem fair to me.

“Let’s get something straight,” Gina said to me. “I have permission to spank you whenever I feel like it. If you refuse, I’ll call your parents and watch while they spank you and then I’ll still spank you after they leave. So, you can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which is it going to be?”

I didn’t want to strip for her. I knew how much pleasure she would get from just watching me remove my boxers and I also knew that it wouldn’t end there. But she was right. If I again chose the hard way, I’d end up even worse off than I was now. I pulled my boxers down and stepped out of them.

“While I’m here you will do everything I tell you to do no matter how much you hate it. Do you have a problem with that?” She was slapping the paddle against her leg while she stared at me. I had the feeling she was hoping I’d give her the wrong answer.

“Look Gina, I don’t want you to call my parents but I can’t promise that I’ll do everything you say. I, uh, normally do things the hardest way possible, but I’ll try something different this time. What is it you want me to do?”

“Is that all it took? One spanking and the threat of more?”

I nodded my head.

She put down the paddle and said, “Okay then. When your mom called me yesterday, I almost turned this down, I mean who would want to be responsible for you? But then I thought, if things went right and you were forced to work with me that I could make some money off you. And that’s what we’re going to do. And if, that’s IF, you cooperate, I’ll let you have ten percent of what I earn.”

“How are we going to make money?” I asked. I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to like the answer but I felt like I didn’t have a lot of choice.

“I think kids will pay to make you do things, so it should be easy. I’ll have them tell me what they want to do, or have you do, and I’ll set a price for it. Then you do it and we collect the money.”

“But what if they want me to do something really bad?”

“I won’t let them. Nothing that gets you hurt or makes you sick, or at least not too sick. You won’t have to rob a bank or hold up a grocery store. Nothing like that. But I’m sure there’s a lot of other stuff.”

I was sure of it too. I could think of a dozen things I’d like to make a girl do. Or even another boy. Things I would pay to have done. “These are kids from Smith’s Crossing we’re talking about, right?” I was hoping that I didn’t have to let anyone I went to school with have any knowledge of the stuff I was going to be made to do.

“No, of course not. Kids in No View don’t have any money. If you could get five dollars from one of them it would be a miracle. But kids here in Crest View have access to lots of money. I think I could easily make a hundred dollars a day off of you. You said you’d do this the easy way, so just leave it up to me and when it comes time to do something just do it. Or, of course, we can always choose to do it the hard way.”

Yeah, the hard way. That’s where my parents come home and paddle me and then I have to do it anyway. And I could complain but my parents didn’t trust me a whole lot right now so they’d never believe I was being blackmailed.

“But if kids from Crestview are paying, then I’ll be humiliated for life. I’ll…”

“That’s your problem; I don’t care what happens to your social life because of this. You got yourself into trouble; I had nothing to do with it. And besides, if you behave then I’m only your babysitter for three days. How bad can it be?”

“It could be really bad. You know what the boys will want.”

“It isn’t like you haven’t sucked a few dicks before or let boys shove their thing up your behind,” she said. “Flash is my friend, he told me everything. Actually, I wish I’d been here to see it. But that’s what gave me the idea. So yeah, some boys will want you to do that kind of stuff. But I think the market will be strong and I can get fifteen or twenty dollars for something like that. And remember, you’ll be getting ten percent.”

“Wow,” I thought to myself, “Two whole dollars to let boys in my class fuck me. Why should I complain about that?” But I didn’t say anything out loud. Nothing I would say would matter unless I said ‘no’ and then it would be solved by use of the paddle. She would make something up if she had to call my parents. And my ass was sore already. Besides, I suddenly realized that many boys would want to paddle me.

Her cell phone rang just then and she answered it. I could hear from listing to her end that she was talking to April Townsend about me and her plan to get rich. And it sounded like the first client was on the way over.

“Greg Fisher and Steve Kline will be here at nine, so you’ve got some time to eat breakfast and take a shower before they get here,” she said after she hung up. The butterflies in my stomach overrode my hunger, so all I had was some toast.

A few minutes before the two boys were expected she told me to wait in my room and that she would come and tell me what I had to do after she negotiated a price. I heard the doorbell ring and I was glad I hadn’t eaten more.

“This is too easy,” she said when she came in. “They both want a blowjob, and I got fifteen from each of them. It would have been twenty but they agreed to let me watch for five dollars off. They’re waiting downstairs for you. I told them to go ahead and get ready. Oh, and since I gave a discount to be able to watch, don’t do it unless I can see their stuff.”

So I was also funding her voyeurism. Maybe I should have thought of this before and gone into business for myself.

Greg and Steve had gotten ready by removing their pants, although I could see their boxers were tented out so I guess they were ready. They seemed very nervous and didn’t even look me in the face. I guessed it was because Gina would be watching. Steven indicated he’d go first and he pulled his dick out the top of his boxers.

“You have to take those off,” I said to him, pointing at the boxers.

He glanced over at Gina who appeared to be doing her best to keep from smiling. But he pushed them down to his knees. I figured that was good enough. “Do you want me to be standing, sitting, or laying down for this?”

“Uh, does it matter?” he asked. I told him it didn’t matter to me. “Uh, sitting I guess.”

I pointed to the couch and let him get comfortable before I did it. It was sickening to do it with a classmate and I knew he’d remember it when school started again. I stood up and looked at Greg.

“Uh, you know, I think I’ll pay the extra five,” he said. I shrugged my shoulders. Gina looked disappointed but didn’t say anything as I took him up to my room and closed the door.

When he pulled down his boxers, I could see why he wanted to do it in private. He was hairless and small. In fact, he looked more like Reb than like the thirteen-year-old I knew he was. And I was pretty sure Reb was only eleven. But Greg could still shoot cum.

When we got back to Gina he said, “I don’t have to pay, he refused to do it.”

“That’s not true,” I yelled. “You’d better pay or…”

“Or what? You’ll tell everyone in school that you sucked me off?”

“Eric, did you do it?” Gina asked me.

“Of course I did,” I said. “Why would I suck Steve off but not Greg? He’s just trying to get a blowjob for free.”

“He’ll do it again,” Gina said. “But I’ll watch to make sure he really does.”

“No, I don’t want you watching, or Greg either. He didn’t do it so I’m not paying.”

“Wait a second,” I said. “I’ll do it again, in my room, just you and me. But then you’re paying for it.”

“Okay, but if you refuse to do it again, I won’t pay,” he said.

We went back to my room. I think he thought I was going to threaten him, and that thought had crossed my mind, but once I pulled his boxers down and climbed over him, he calmed down. It took longer, but I made him shoot again and immediately got off him and left the room.

“He still refused,” Steve said when he followed me back to Gina. “So I’m still not paying.”

I had held his cum in my mouth and spit it out in my hand. “There’s the proof that he’s lying,” I said. “Charge him double.”

It took some time, and a few threats from Gina regarding boys she knew from down in the valley, but finally he paid twenty dollars. I was furious because I knew that I did it twice and he got away with only paying for it once.

After they left Gina had a solution. We got a power cord for my computer from my parent’s room and turned it on and set the camcorder up to see the right area on my bed. Then we turned the monitor off. All I had to do was hit the right key before I started and it would be recorded.

We never needed it even though I ended up blowing six other boys in my room and letting one fuck me. I expected the boys to make fun of me or something, but they all acted, well, strange. They were embarrassed, whether for themselves or for me I didn’t know.

In addition to those boys, I did four others where Gina could watch. And six girls paid her money too. Some just wanted to see me naked, but three of them wanted to watch me beat off.

The strangest requests came from one boy, he must have been about nine, who paid three dollars to make me stand outside and pee and two girls about eleven who paid to diaper me and feed me lunch.

In all, Gina took in an unbelievable two hundred and sixty-two dollars! She said twenty percent was for April for finding customers, and another ten percent for me, but that still left her with one hundred eighty seven dollars. Plus whatever my parents paid her for babysitting me. She gave me an extra twenty for letting her watch the videos from my room, and then I made sure to erase and wipe the folder they had been stored in.

Then next day was very weird. Kate Foster, who was in eighth grade, brought her twin brother Kyle over. She had caught him doing something and it must have been horrible because she wanted to sell him like Gina was with me. She offered Gina ten percent of anything he earned. They started off with making Kyle and me sixty-nine.

Once word spread, a lot of kids paid to watch us suck each other. It got to where we could hardly even shoot anymore because we had done it so much. It also got a lot more eighth and ninth graders to come. These kids had more money and more ideas. I got fucked twice. Two other kids wanted too but decided after they tried that they were too big. Kyle however, got it more than me.

Girls also paid to watch him shave his pubes, and that idea spread to me as well. Girls also seemed to enjoy making us kiss each other.

Boys wanted to have betting games where they shot rubber bands at our balls or paddled us. The boy who made one of us cry first was rewarded with a free blow job. I lost nearly all of those bets and Gina wasn’t too happy with me. But still, even with the competition from Kyle she made over a hundred twenty-five dollars.

My parents noticed that I was having trouble sitting and my dad asked to see my butt. When it was obvious it had been paddled, they assumed that I was not behaving and added two more days to my sentence. That made up for the free blowjobs I had given as far as Gina was concerned.

The kids must have been talking because on the third day even though Kyle wasn’t here a lot of kids wanted to target shoot at me. A dollar a rubber band turned out to be too cheap and by lunch Gina had raised it another fifty cents. My balls were starting to swell from being hit so many times.

Steve and Greg came back and Gina told Steve that Greg could stay but she didn’t want his money. Steve admitted he had lied and would pay the amount he had shorted her if he could “do something” with me in my bedroom again.

“What is it you want to do?” Gina asked him. He stammered around until Greg finally answered for him.

“We want to screw him. We heard other kids were doing that and we want to try.”

Gina warned Steve about trying to cheat again and told them it would cost thirty dollars in front of her or thirty-five in my room. They both chose to do it in my room and Greg went first.

Greg wasn’t any bigger than any of the boys who had done it before and with some guiding by me, he was inside me on his second try. Once inside however, he rode me as long as he could, which probably didn’t seem like a long time to him but went on forever from my point of view.

When he was done, he said, “If you blow me without making me pay for it, I won’t tell other kids at school.”

“By now it doesn’t matter who you tell,” I said to him. “If you want to do more you need to work through Gina.”

“Are you gay?” he asked me. I shook my head. “Then how is she making you do this?”

“I got caught doing stuff I shouldn’t and my dad decided to see if I’d behave if he paddled me. Then I got caught sneaking out of the house when I was grounded and she got hired to be my babysitter. She’s allowed to paddle me, and there’s nothing I can do to stop her. So either I do what I’m told or she paddles me until I do. And then my dad adds more time to my grounding. So, I’m stuck.”

“Man, it sucks to be you,” he said. “Can you blow me anyway? I’ll pay her for it before I leave.”

“If you try and cheat me…”

“I won’t,” he said. “It just wasn’t as much fun with her watching. I couldn’t, you know, get into it as much. I’d rather pay the extra five bucks and enjoy it more.”

Knowing it was being recorded on my computer, I said I would. When we were done, he immediately told her and gave her the extra money.

She warned Steve again as we headed back for my bedroom. Once there I purposely positioned him right in front of the camera while he lubed his dick so she wouldn’t miss a thing. Then I leaned over my bed and let him in. Unlike Greg, he pushed in a few times and was done. He didn’t say a word as he dressed and left. I listened from my door until he had paid and they both left before I came out.

But business had slowed down and April said that she was having trouble getting customers. Gina told her to go find out if Kate Foster was undercutting her prices with her brother. We found out later that she had actually raised her prices and the kids still wanted Kyle more than me. For once I wasn’t upset about not being the center of attention.

The kid who had paid to watch me pee outside came back and wanted to know if he could pee on me outside. Gina laughed and said that she’d give him a special that day and let him do it for just two dollars if he was naked too. He wasn’t willing to go outside naked but agreed to do it in the shower and wasn’t the least bit embarrassed to strip in front of Gina. I don’t know what she expected, the kid was only about nine years old, but she did look very disappointed when she saw his junk.

My grounding ended, and with it her babysitting job. She wasn’t all that disappointed because she no longer was making more money selling me than she got for sitting for me. I had heard that at least two other boys were on the market and working for less than she was charging. I never verified whether or not it was true. I was just glad it was over. My take? Just under 80 dollars.

By the time school started, my status had dropped as low as it could get. Girls laughed when they saw me, and none of them had any interest in dating a boy they’d seen naked and who they knew gave other boys blowjobs or let them fuck him.

Boys seemed remote, and some of my old friends said it was weird seeing me now after paying Gina Hill to have me suck them off. Somehow, I managed to still be friends with kids who’d taken advantage of the situation.

Steve kept his promise to pay me back, and I gained some understanding of why the same boys came back more than once to use me. I never asked Steve for a second, and he certainly never offered me one.

As the year went on, things gradually began to return to normal, and by the Winter Break it seemed that everyone but me had forgotten what had gone on over the summer.

Flash was right. I never did beat him again. I don’t know if he really got faster or if my memory of blowing him affected me, but in the three more times we competed the closest I got was 12 seconds behind him. His were the only races I lost all the way through high school.