My Shaming

By Aldric

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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.

My Shaming

It was the last inning. All we needed were two more outs and we’d win the City 12-13 Baseball Championship. We were playing our cross-town rivals, the Hornets, and we were up 1 to nothing.

Larson Trotman had taken over for Jason Moore on the mound. He was unhittable. Nothing against Jason, he’d pitched a great game, but he was one of three 12-year-old players on the team, and he walked the first batter in the bottom of the 6^th inning. Coach Baker immediately decided to take no chances. The winner of this game would determine which team would advance to the championship game.

It was hot, and I hadn’t slept well the night before, thinking about the game and what it meant to the 10 players we had on the team. We’d started the season with 12, but Ricky Blake broke his arm and Todd Christenson had moved away.

A large airplane was passing overhead, and I thought I heard a strange noise from it and looked up. It had a bright Blue tail, so I knew it belonged to Smith Aviation, the only passenger service around. You had to drive 50 miles to Dry Steam to get an airport that could handle commercial jets and stuff.

The ball landed right in front of me, and I suddenly realized that the noise I’d heard hadn’t come from the plane, but from an aluminum bat making contact with a baseball. I could hear all the guys on my team yelling at me.

I grabbed the ball and threw it to third, but too late the get kid who’d been walked. He’d made from 1^st to 3^rd on my error. And there was only one out. A fly ball to the outfield would allow him to tag and score, and the game would be tied.

Coach Baker looked angry, and he should be. In the most important game of the season I’d failed to pay attention. If we had anyone on the bench, he’d have pulled me for sure. I knew that I had to be ready for anything now and couldn’t afford to make any further mistakes.

The next batter hit to center, my position. I’d moved to where Paul West had pointed. Paul was the catcher, and he got signals from Coach Baker for player positions. We had a shift on towards right field, so I was shaded to my left, covering behind where the second baseman would normally have been except for the shift. But the ball was hit to left center, and deep.

I got to it before Carter West could. He was another kid who was still 12, and I had a better arm than he did. The runner on third was going to score, no doubt about that, so I ignored him and saw that the kid who had gotten on by my error was trying to make it from 1^st to 3^rd. I had time to beat him, and threw the ball as hard as I could. Which was another mistake, as the ball sailed over Allen Baker’s head at 3^rd, allowing the winning run to score.

The game was over. We’d lost 2 to 1, both runs unearned by my two errors. Coach Baker had a quick meeting, and did his best to ignore me as he congratulated the team on making it this far. But after he was done talking, Larson Trotman called a team meeting. For everyone except me. I was told to wait out by second base.

I had to stand there and listen to the cheers from the Hornet fans as a reporter from the local newspaper took several photos. Then he saw me and took some of me. The Hornets left the field, cheering and laughing. I felt like crying, but baseball players don’t cry. Especially not when they are only thirteen.

Steve Baker, one of the Coach’s kids and brother to Allen, came running out to me. “They’ve voted on a shaming,” he said.

A shaming. A disgraceful punishment for unacceptable poor performance. It had never been used in the two years I’d been on the team. Until now. It was a contest of sorts, one where kids who could afford it put money into a pot. Those who paid had one chance to humiliate me, and the team would vote on which kid completed the best humiliation idea. He would get the money, which didn’t concern me. It was the other stuff he got that was a problem.

“You could always quit the team,” Steve said. “You don’t have to go through it. They get their money back and nothing happens to you.”

“You know I can’t quit,” I said to him. First, my dad had played on this team for 4 years until high school, and then played varsity. It got him a scholarship at a small collage, but no pro teams were interested in him. Still, he was very proud of me when I made the team. He wouldn’t be proud now, but would be much less so if I quit.

Besides him, there was me. I loved the game, and was good at it, not counting today. I wanted to continue. And the only way I could would be to endure the hazing. There were rules, lots of them, but I knew that the kids who paid hard-earned money to punish me for costing them a win would take great steps to leave me in the most embarrassing conditions they could. If I didn’t quit, I was going to be seen naked. More than once.

“How many of the guys are playing?” I asked.

“I’m not allowed to say. But not many. The fifty-dollar entrance fee is too rich for most of the guys. There’s another way though. Self-shaming. You get two chances to shame yourself. The team will have the ideas from the guys who paid, and if they think you did better than what was planned, you win. Only you don’t get the money, it goes back to them. But at least you don’t have to do the other stuff.”

The ‘other stuff’ was meant to be worse than the shaming. I’d have to blow the kid who won a blowjob a day for a month, plus he could pick one other boy 1 day each week and I’d have to suck that kid’s dick too. And it didn’t have to be someone on the team. I was horribly modest, but I sure didn’t want to have everyone knowing that I was sucking dicks.

“Did Paul West pay his way in?” I asked.

Steve hesitated. “You know I’m not allowed to say. But yeah, he did. Don’t tell anyone I told you.”

Paul was thirteen, same as me, but he was the team’s catcher, and built like one. And I already knew that he believed that if I had let his little brother get to the ball that Carter wouldn’t have made the error on the throw and we’d still be playing in extra innings. And worse yet, I think he was right.

There was no way in hell that I was going to suck Paul’s dick once a day for a month. And he’d make sure I sucked Carter’s at few times too. And Paul’s best friend was Randy Walker. Randy wrestled, and I knew that I’d have his dick in my mouth more than once too. But there were only two ways I could make sure that I wouldn’t have to endure that. Quit the team, or self-shame. And do a damn good job of it if I chose the latter.

“You have to let them know tomorrow. Then you’ve got two days before the shaming starts. You’d need to get your ideas done right away and get the team to vote before the other kids have a chance to shame you. I’ll help if you want. Together I believe we can keep Paul from winning.”

The rest of the team was heading home. Allen was heading this way, waiting for his brother to finish telling me the bad news.

“I’m not quitting,” I said. “Come up with some ideas and come to my house tomorrow. We’ll compare yours and mine and choose the best two.”

“Sure thing,” Steve said. “I’ll have some good ones. But, are you sure you can shame yourself? I mean, you are kind of modest. I almost never even seen you with your shirt off.”

It was a good point. Could I put myself in places where kids would see me naked? And not just a few. To win, I’d have to have several, and at least some would have to be girls. But unless I wanted to take a chance on losing to Paul, I’d have to.

I sat on the porch waiting for my dad to get home from work. It didn’t surprise me that he already knew what had happened. But he listened as I explained the second error, how I hadn’t gripped the ball correctly, and how it rose because I wanted to throw it as hard as I could, only I released it too early.

“The team voted to shame me,” I said, my head hanging. I didn’t want to see his reaction.

There was a slight pause before he spoke. “Are you going to quit the team? I’d understand if you wanted to.”

“I don’t want to,” I said softly. “I don’t want to go through with it either. Paul West has it in for me, and there is no way I will accept being controlled by him.”

“You’re going to self-shame?” Dad asked quietly. I still couldn’t look him in the face.

“I have to. I won’t quit. Steve Baker said he’d help me come up with ideas.”

“Payton, you are a very modest boy. Much more so than I was when I was thirteen. Are you sure can do this? Because if you’re going to try, you have to fully commit to it.”

“I know,” I said. “I’ve been thinking about that, and if you and Mom say it’s okay, I’d like to spend the rest of the day and all day tomorrow naked around the house. Kate and Cindy would see me, of course, and so would any friends they had over. If I can’t do it here, I won’t be able to do it enough to keep Paul from winning.”

“I’m sure your mother will approve, and so will I. I’ll talk to your sisters, to prepare them for what you’re doing, and why. But since we’re letting you be naked, they can’t have friends over unless the parents approve it.”

I stripped right after dinner. I did it in my room because I couldn’t do it in front of my sisters. It took all the courage I had to leave my room naked.

Kate, who is twelve, giggled. Cindy at fourteen was trying to be more dignified and helpful, but she too was enjoying seeing my stuff. At least Mom refused to look below my neck as I offered to help with the dishes.

The next day I was cutting the grass in the back yard when Steve showed up. I shut off the mower and noticed that he was staring at my dick.

“You shouldn’t have started,” he said, still not looking up. “You’re not supposed to until tomorrow. This won’t win you any votes.” He finally had seen enough of my privates and looked around. “Five girls, and two of them your sisters probably isn’t good enough to win even if you hadn’t started early.”

“Relax. I’m just trying to get used to it. I’m only naked in the house or the backyard.” I too looked at the porch where the girls were sitting and staring. I started to cover up, and then forced myself not too. Kate had made sure to test my ability to endure humiliation by inviting a girl she knew I liked, Cinthia Moore, plus her best friend and next-door neighbor, Rita Schultz. Cinthia was my age and Rita a year younger. At least Rita’s younger brother had gone home after being teased by the girls that they were going to make him stay naked too. My older sister had one friend from her grade, April Woodsaw.

“Get done with your chores and we’ll talk about tomorrow,” Steve said. He went and sat on the porch with the girls, and I returned to the mower.

As I finished up, I tried to come up with some ideas. I’d been too focused being naked to have given it any real thought. Being seen naked in my own backyard was already as bad as I could have imagined, and I dreaded the idea of being in a more public place seen by a lot more kids.

The girls wouldn’t leave, and Steve didn’t want to discuss plans in front of them, so we went to my room. I thought I’d be somewhat more comfortable with just him seeing me, but it wasn’t. I didn’t like being naked, and his constant glances at my middle kept me embarrassed.

“Did you come up with any good plans?” he asked.

“Not really. Maybe walking around the block naked at dawn. Nothing more than that.”

“You have to be kidding,” he laughed. “That wouldn’t even qualify for a vote. I’ve got two sure-fire good ones. First, tomorrow we go to the pool, only not together. I’ll come after you’ve had a while to swim.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Because I don’t want others to know I’m helping you. It might lower the votes you’d get if they knew it wasn’t your idea.” That made sense. “I’ll be watching from outside the fence. When you’re ready, go to the locker room and take a shower. A naked shower, got it?”

“Yeah. While I’m not comfortable with showering naked in a public place, how is that going to help me make sure Paul doesn’t win?”

“Because that isn’t the shaming. My brother and I will come in and toss you out the door. You’ll be naked, and that door doesn’t open from the outside. Just tell people you paid us two dollars each to do it to you.”

“How do I get my clothes back?”

“You don’t. You’ll have to go home naked. I’ll get them out of your locker so nobody steals them and give them back to you when you get back here. This is a killer idea. It the kind of thing that Paul would do. Maybe even the exact thing he would do. But if you do it first, he’d be out of luck.”

“The pool is like a mile from here. How the hell am I supposed to get home naked in the middle of the day?”

“Don’t you see? That’s what the shaming is like. Yeah, it’ll be horrible for you, but that’s the point. You want to win, don’t you?”

“I, uh, yeah, but shit, I don’t know if I can do that.”

“That’s why Allen and me will be there and push you out the door. Once you’re outside naked, you don’t have any other choice.”

I didn’t like it, but it sure did seem like a winning idea. “What’s your other plan?”

“If you get home early enough, you call a team meeting, somewhere a bit private. Maybe at my house. You offer a blowjob to anyone on the team who wants one.”

“Isn’t that like bribing the team?”

“I think you can get around it by telling them you’re so sure that your two ideas are in the top three that you’ll do it again if one of your ideas isn’t voted the best one.”

“But then I’d have to suck Paul West’s dick.”

“Once, instead of thirty times,” Steve said. “Look, I’ve got to get back home. You think about it, and try to come up with some of your own. Call me first thing tomorrow and let me know what you’re doing. I’d recommend being at the pool around ten in the morning. Not as many kids are there then, and you can be home early enough to set up a team meeting. If you go with my ideas.”

I knew I’d never do anything worse that those two ideas, and I really needed to win. I promised him I’d think about it and call in the morning.

After another nearly sleepless night, I made up my mind. Nothing I thought of would get me more votes than Steve’s ideas, and unless I was going to quit the team, I had to go along with his plans. And I wasn’t going to quit and become a disappointment to myself or my dad.

Steve said he and Allen would be waiting for me to leave the pool and head to the locker room. “And bring four dollars too, you have to really pay us if you want anyone to believe you.”

I was in the pool just after 10 o’clock. But I was too nervous to enjoy it. I wished I’d told Steve to come earlier. And perhaps my wish was granted. Just before 10:30 I saw watching me from outside the fence. It was time to do it. My dick was hard and tenting out my bathing suit as I hurried to the locker room.

“Steve said you were going to pay us for this.” Allen had his hand out. I guessed he just wanted the money. Or maybe the chance to push me outside naked.

“Yeah, two dollars each. All I had was a five, you guys can split it and keep the change. Let’s get this done.” I stripped off my suit and tried to hide my boner behind my hands. I started to turn to tell them I was ready when Allen pushed me just as Steve opened the door. A second later, it slammed shut, with me on the outside. I was totally naked, and a mile from home. I wished there was a way I could go back in time and not fuck up during the game like I had.

The door opened into a walkway that lead around to the front of the entrance. Shrubs shielded it from one side, the building from the other. I knew that at the end there was a turnstile that kept people from using this to get in without paying.

I started down the walk, but as I passed the girl’s locker room, I could hear voice ahead of me. Girl’s voices. And they were giggling. Had Steve made sure I’d be seen by inviting kids to catch me before I even began my journey home?

The door behind me opened. I turned. Cinthia Moore and Rita Schultz had just exited the locker room. I hadn’t even seen them in the pool, and it was no coincidence that they were here now. Steve had really set me up on this.

“Hi Payton,” Cinthia said with a giggle. “So nice to see you again. Want to walk home with us?”

I took off running, wishing I’d been smart enough to at least wear shoes before letting the Baker brothers push me out the door. As I reached the turnstile, I saw three more girls from around my house, all between 12 and 14 in age. There was a scream of joy as I pushed the bars to get out, and then I was on my way, running at full speed as other kids, boys and girls of all ages, were just arriving at the pool entrance.

Running fast had been an act of cowardice and stupidity, as long before I was even half way home I was totally winded. The streets seemed to have more kids out than normal. Boys on bikes, girls out for walks. Kids I knew from school. And in a few months I’d be seeing them again in school, where I knew they’d remember every detail of my body.

I covered up as I walked, sucking in air and trying, but not succeeding, in blocking out the laugher and cat calls. Until the moment he grabbed me, I didn’t even know that Paul West was nearby.

“This saves me the trouble of stripping you,” he said as he held me tightly.

I was dragged over to a telephone pole. Once there, Paul asked for a volunteer to grab my balls and give them a very gentle squeeze. Several kids came over, more than willing to touch me.

“I am going to release you, and you are going to put your hands behind the pole. If you try to escape, I’ll tell the kid with his hands on your balls to crush them.” He didn’t ask if I understood, he just released his hold around my chest. I didn’t dare run; I couldn’t have gotten far even if I did.

Paul pulled my hands behind the pole when I didn’t move quick enough. He then tied them in place.

“Okay, you let go of him now,” he said to the boy grasping my sack. “You guys can do anything you want except to hurt him,” Paul said to the kids gathered around me. “I’ll be back in an hour to untie him. Have fun.”

I couldn’t believe he was going to leave me tied naked with a score of boys and girls surrounding me, and I was a bit relieved when I saw him take a seat behind a fence a yard away. But that still left me naked, with my dick twitching up and down.

The kids, especially the older ones in their early teens, became braver. Soon, they were showing girls how to stroke my dick. I was made to cum three times from rough fingers wrapped too tightly around my shaft. In the distance, I saw Steve and his brother walk past and was a bit pissed at them for not coming to my rescue. Paul saw them too, and waved at them. Allen waved back, but Steve didn’t.

After they passed, Paul came back over to me. I thought my hour of horror was over, but I was wrong. He kicked at my toes until I did as he said and got down on my knees, my arms still tied to the other side of the pole.

“If you’re brave enough to pull it out, Payton will lick your dick and make it feel really good,” he said to the boys in the crowd. Then he left again.

None of the boys were brave enough, or so I thought. Then George West, a ten-year-old my older sister sat for somethings, came up. He unzipped his pants and keeping his hands to the sides worked his dick out through the opening as he pushed his middle right up to my mouth.

“I won’t,” I said. But another boy had another idea. He grabbed my sack. “Do it or I’ll squeeze,” the kid said. I didn’t know him, but he couldn’t have been older than ten.

Once again, I was not willing to endure the pain of him squeezing. I used my tongue to start licking the tip of George’s dick, making him giggle. His dick began to grow and he continued to push it forward until it was in my mouth. With plenty of witnesses I was giving a blowjob to a little kid.

He didn’t cum, but he did have a dry orgasm. Two other boys decided it was worth it to have girls possibly see their dicks in order to get sucked off. One of them, a boy I knew was eleven, even shot cum unto my mouth. A new low. When no other boys were willing to expose themselves in public, Paul came back and untied my arms.

I returned to running, making it all the way back home this time. I guessed that my trek was witnessed by several dozen more kids.

Steve arrived a little after I ran into my room to have a private cry. He stood outside my door and told me he’d be in the kitchen waiting until I was ready to come out.

There was no reason to remain naked now. The shaming had started, and Paul had struck gold.

“I think Paul stole your show by making you give 3 blowjobs in public,” Steve said when I joined him in the kitchen. “I think you really need to do the second idea today and force a vote before anyone else gets you.”

I didn’t want to, but he was right, what Paul West had done all but negated my first self-shame. I started with Steve’s brother because he was pretty much the leader when his father wasn’t around. He set it up for 3 that afternoon.

“I’ll see you there,” Steve said after we got the call back that most of the team was coming. “Remember, you’ll have to blow me too, and offer more if it doesn’t let you win the self-shaming.”

“Why do I have to give you one?”

“Like I said before, all of this needs to seem like it is your idea. If you don’t blow me, then people will ask why. I think the vote will be close, and I really don’t want Paul to win either.”

I arrived at the Baker house a little early, and Allen directed me to the garage. Inside were five of the nine boys on the team not counting myself.

“We’re waiting for Craig Smith to get here,” Allen said. “And then you can do whatever it is you have planned.”

Counting Allen, that meant that I’d be giving seven blow jobs. The only good news was that the two boys not coming were both 13. I figured the three 12-year-old boys would shoot less than the older ones.

I was getting more and more scared as I waited. Craig arrived about ten minutes later, but it seemed like an eternity to me. But it was now my show. I remembered Steve telling to I had to sell it.

“I guess you guys all know that I’m self-shaming,” I began. “I’ve already done one thing, and you guys are here for the second. I’m going to give each of you a blowjob. And I’m so sure that my two ideas are so good that if one of them doesn’t give me a win, I’ll give you each another one.”

“And Craig Smith and Larson Trotman,” Allen said. “Just because they aren’t here now doesn’t mean they won’t be included later. And I think if your ideas are not good enough to win, it will be two blowjobs for each member of the team, not just one.”

Steve had assured me the ideas were so good that they would certainly win, so I didn’t have to worry about the future blowjobs. I didn’t argue. “Allen, as team captain, I think you should be first, and then you can choose the lineup after that.”

“Cool,” he said. “I’ve been told that seven blowjobs is a lot and that you may not be able to give them all today. If you reach a limit and have to quit, I’ll take your word that you will finish them regardless of the vote. But it would be better for you if you can do all of us.”

He lowered his pants. It was the first time I’d ever seen his junk. In fact, it would be the first time I’d see most of the boys there. Only Dave Tilton and Paul West showered after gym. The rest were like me, too shy to be seen naked. But I guess the offer that I made overcame Allen’s reluctance to strip.

I worked my way through them. After I did him, Allen had me do Adam Klein, then Dave Tilton. He skipped Paul West, the remaining thirteen-year-old. He had me do his brother, followed by Paul’s brother Carter, and then Jason Moore. He’d save Paul West for last. My mouth was sore, and I didn’t even know that a tongue could become exhausted, but I managed to get through all of them.

“Okay, time for all of you to hear of the only two other shaming’s that have been completed,” Allen said to the group. “Paul, you start.”

“I planned to strip Payton naked, but he beat me to that. But I tied him naked to a pole on Elm Street and gave the kids who lived around there time to have fun with him. The boys there told some girls how to jack him off, and they did, making him cum in public three times. Then I got him down on his knees, and he gave three boys blowjobs, in public.”

“Next is my brother, Steve. What did you do?”

“I tricked Payton into thinking he would win, but the truth is, everything he did was my idea. He paid me and Allen to push him naked out of the pool locker room, and to come here and give all of us a blowjob.”

“Wait,” I said. “But I did them.”

“Were either of those your ideas?” Allen asked.

“I agreed to them, and I did them.” I stared at Steve.

“But they were my ideas,” he responded. Not yours. Sorry Payton, but I really wanted to win. My shaming idea was to trick you into humiliating yourself twice.”

“But that’s not fair!”

“Sorry, but unless you can convince us that you came up with the idea for either of those events, we have to believe my brother,” Allen explained. “Did you do anything that was your idea alone?”

“No,” I said.

“Actually, he did,” Steve said. “He stripped naked around his house. I saw him cutting the grass in his back yard naked with his sisters and three other girls watching. And he stripped naked in the locker room at the pool, but technically, that was kind of my idea too. But to be fair, all I said was that he had to ask us to push him out the door naked. He was supposed to say that we stripped him too, but the truth is we didn’t.”

I could barely breathe. I had trusted Steve.

“Did anyone else shame him?” Allen asked. Nobody raised a hand. “Then we have heard of four acts. Two by Payton, and one each from Steve and Paul. It is time for each of you to vote for which one you think was the most humiliating.”

There were no secret ballots here. Allen started with me stripping in the locker room. It got no votes. Then me cutting the grass naked. It almost only got 1 vote, cast by Jason Moore, but Steve reminded me I could vote for my own if I wanted. So I did. I shouldn’t have; it almost did me in. Paul and his brother voted for his, and Adam Klein started to raise his hand but then changed his mind. That left the last three votes for Steve.

“Don’t forget his promise,” a slightly angry and disappointed Paul brought up. “Neither of his ideas won, and he promised if that happened that he’d give all of us two more blowjobs.”

“That’s true,” Allen said. “Payton, I’ll give you two weeks to complete that. I recommend you bring along a witness who will testify that you did it just so nobody says you’re lying.”

“I’ll witness it for an extra one,” Carter West tried. He was one of the two people I was worried might lie.

“I’ll do it for two extra ones,” Jason Moore offered. I took his deal.

***

I never wanted to see Steve Baker again after the way he’d used me, but I had to. I owed him a blowjob a day for the next month. Plus, I confirmed that the two blowjobs I had to give to everyone on the team included him. He showed up at my door the following morning accompanied by my witness, Jason Moore.

I had to let them in. I didn’t mind Jason so much, after all, he hadn’t tricked me. But now I owed him two blowjobs for being my witness (and it meant that he would get to watch as I did the rest of the team) plus the two I owed the team. I took them up to my room. It didn’t start out anything like I thought it would.

Once in my room, Steve pulled out an envelope and handed it to me. Confused, I opened it. “What’s this?” I asked as I saw the twenty’s inside.

“That’s your share of the winnings for the shaming,” Steve said. “You didn’t know it, but we were partners. I kept my own entry fee, but four other boys had paid, so you get half.”

I counted, and there were five twenty-dollar bills.

“As for the 2 blowjobs you owe to the team, I tried to get my brother to let me give half of them because it was my plan and we really were partners, but he refused. So the guys are going to get a real treat. They will get two from you and two more from me. The two you owe Jason for witnessing are on you, that wasn’t something I thought up. Strip, I’ll do you first.”

“But…but why?” I couldn’t understand what was happening.

“I didn’t want Paul to win. I like you, and sucking his dick every day would have been far worse than sucking mine. I had to ensure that one of us won, and to be honest, I put myself before you. But whether or not you believe me, I did it to save you from Paul. So, get undressed, because I have to give you one per day plus one of the two you owe the team.” He turned to Jason and said, “I’ll be doing you next, and then Payton will get his turn.”

Jason looked as confused as I felt, but he didn’t say he didn’t want one from Steve.

“When we go to my house, the I think I’ll hate giving my brother one more than the one’s I’ll give to Paul, but that’s my problem. I could have made sure that he believed that everything you did was your idea, but again, I wanted the money. And the blowjobs. So instead of coming at you as partners, I tricked you. And I don’t feel good about doing that now that it is done and everyone knows I used you. This is the only way I can repay you. I want to remain friends, and I shouldn’t have done what I did to a friend.”

I had no idea what to say to him. I tried to say something, but all I could do was stammer.

“Don’t try and thank me, I don’t deserve that,” he said. “I’m doing it for the right reason this time. Oh, and next time your yard needs cutting, I’ll be the one doing the back yard. Let you sisters know. I’ll bring Judy.”

Judy was his sister. She’s my age, a year older than him. “You mean you’re going to cut my back yard naked and you want me to make sure Kate and Cindy know about it?”

“They were there watching you, it’s only fair. And later today, you are going to collect my clothes and bring them back here from the pool. I’ll be coming here the same way you did, naked. Only I won’t have to worry about Paul. This isn’t a shaming, so if he touches me I can complain. Now quit wasting time, I’m not exactly looking forward to this. Get undressed.”

This was easily the craziest idea I’d ever heard of. I knew I wouldn’t have had the courage to offer what he was. Of course, I don’t think I’d have tried to trick him as badly as he tricked me, but still, he was doing it all, just like I had. I stumbled out of my clothes.

I had never before gotten a blowjob, and I don’t know if he’d ever given one before, but I loved it. From the smile on Jason’s face, he enjoyed his just as much. But then I had to pay my bill and give one to both of them. Only this time, it didn’t feel anywhere near as bad as I thought it would be just a few minutes ago.

His brother almost refused, telling Steve that he was a disgrace and should have enjoyed winning the shaming. But Steve verbally laid into him, telling him that isn’t how friends should behave, and that he should be proud that he was doing the right thing. In the end, Allen apologized to him, saying he was right. We both sucked him, with Jason watching. And then I gave Jason his second before Steve did. We had agreed we’d alternate who went first since the guy going second was at a big disadvantage. We got two more boys done that morning, and then he suggested we go to the pool.

Having seen each other naked several times by then, it didn’t seem as awkward changing in the locker room, so Steven, Jason and I swam in the pool for a while. When we were done, I used a bag I had brought just for that purpose and collected all of Steve’s clothing except his shoes. He pointed out that I did it in bare feet, but I told him that was due to my own stupidity and that I could have cut my foot on something and been really screwed.

Jason and I left first so that we wouldn’t have to run all the way to my house. I wondered how he felt, standing there in the locker room without a stitch of clothing to wear, knowing that he was soon going to have a mile to cover before he got his clothes back. I thought about calling a couple of girls like he had, but I didn’t. I let the concept of friends overweigh the idea of fair play.

It didn’t matter that much anyway as my sisters were on the front porch with four of their friends when he came running up. He had to squeeze between them to get into the house. Since he was rock hard, I gave him the second blowjob I owed him, followed by Jason. He repaid both of them.

We saved Paul West for last. Neither of us wanted to give him any satisfaction at all, but I was bound to by the rules of the shaming and he by loyalty to me. There was one bright side. We let him watch us do his little brother, thinking he’d be next, only to have us go home after sucking off Carter. He was super pissed, but there was nothing he could do except to call us names.

Watching Steve cut the grass in my backyard made me hard. I don’t really understand why, I’m not gay, but I couldn’t stop watching his boner sway and jerk. He also had a much bigger audience than I had. My sister each had two friends, and his sister brought another one. I heard Cindy say something to her friend about her panties being soaked that I didn’t understand at the time. But Steve knew what it meant when I told him about it. I got hard again thinking that all those girls probably made cum (or whatever girls make) while staring at his dick for half an hour.

I finished the two blowjobs in nine days. I did Paul on the eighth and ninth days, the last two I had to give. Carter told me later that his brother had jacked off twice before we came over, and I believed him because it took forever to get him to shoot. But the good news was that he didn’t shoot as much.

I asked Carter if he would have been an honest witness, and he admitted that he probably would have lied about me doing his brother and him. I was glad I chose Jason, even though his price was higher. He logged the day and time of each blowjob I gave and gave the list to Allen after I gave the second one to Paul West.

I was back on the team, and allowed to resume practicing with them. I expected a lot of teasing and perhaps name calling, but the only one who tried was Paul, and Coach Baker sent him running laps by himself. The other guys either told me they were proud that I made up for the errors or they just stayed quiet about the whole affair.

And I learned from the lesson. I never again let my thoughts drift during a game, thinking that we had a star pitcher on the mound and I wouldn’t have any balls hit my way.

And perhaps the best news was that the Hornets won the championship with a lopsided victory, which actually made our team look good since they only beat us because of my errors.

The End

(This story is finished. I occasionally get asked to write another chapter, but in general I don’t do continuations. However, if you want to use my idea and characters to write your own continuation story, all I ask is that you ask me first and credit the idea to me. I can imagine Paul West would have a hard time at a shaming, but I currently have no plan to write that story. So the field is wide open if you want to.)